Posts by Burnie

Smokeleaf leant over the swift waters of the river that fed her Clan. She had positioned herself so that she didn't cast a shadow over the water and she sat perfectly still, waiting for her prey to swim within reach. Quick as a flash, she darted a paw into the water. She hissed in frustration as she brought it out, her claws empty.
"Frog dung," she cursed before resuming her position.
She was about to try again when a scent hit her.
Blood... Cat blood...
She leapt to her paws and frantically dashed in the direction that the scent was coming from. The source of the scent came into view, one of her Clanmates was leaning over the lifeless, tailless body of a kit.
Bile rose in her throat as she looked at the poor creature's body.
"What did you do?" Smokeleaf hissed at the cat, her lips drawn back in a furious snarl.

I will be deputy of RockClan if you still need :)

Name: Smokeleaf
Gender: Female
Colouring: A beautiful smokey tortoiseshell she-cat with dazzling green eyes
Age: 24 moons

Smoke of Glowing Embers pelted through the undergrowth, the scent of hare making her run faster than she had ever run before. The hare was only a few tail lengths ahead, a little closer and she's be able to leap onto it. Closer... Closer...
SPLASH!
"Argh!" The smokey tortoiseshell she-cat shrieked, she had run straight into the icy stream!
She scuttled out backwards as fast she could and shook her paws desperately. The last thing she needed was numb paws when she was hunting.
She suddenly remembered the hare. She quickly leapt to her paws, but the prey was long gone.
"Mouse dung and owl pellets!" She screeched, furious at herself.
She got up and began to pace. What was she going to do now?! She couldn't go back to the cave with nothing!
She halted mid-step.
Wait... She thought, I wasn't anywhere near the stream, and my paws are still wet...
She bolted awake, her eyes flying open.
The cave floor was pool of icy water and cats were running about, frantically. Her paws were sodden and she was cold to the bone. A flood!
"What are we going to do?!" She called, hoping someone would give her a good answer.

1/15

Smokeleaf watched the newcomer with interest, her green eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She was a sweet natured cat, and, unlike most of the Clan cats, she open to kittypets and loners joining the Clans. She wondered which Clan the cat would decide to join.

"I'll take him," Smokeleaf muttered through gritted teeth. She padded forwards and grabbed the kit's scruff in her teeth.
The she-cat started towards camp, hating the way that Fallenkingdom's body swung in her jaws like prey and the fact that she was slipping slightly in the blood that still trickled from the hole in his body.
His mother will be heartbroken she thought, sadly.

No problem :)
Thank you for accepting me

Smoke of Glowing Embers hissed furiously as she stalked through the water. It was shallow, just a thin sheet, but she had always hated it. As a kit, she had left the cave and fallen into the stream. If her father had not found her, she would've drowned.
Why would it flood?!
She reached the mouth of the cave and looked out. Rain lashed down, ferociously, and thunder boomed. Lightning forked down with tremendous crack. Ah, that's why...
She ducked back inside.

2/15

Hmmm... I'm not doing many at the moment, but I am about to start a Fanclan called WanderingClan in the very near future, I'd be very grateful if you were to join.

{Sorry :) I read 'young son' and automatically assumed!}

"Oh..." Smokeleaf mumbled around the body, "What about his father?"
She felt embarrassed for not knowing, but she was only a young warrior, not an elder!
She craned her neck back to try and stop his body from dragging on the ground.

I will :)

"StarClan is an incredible place," Smokeleaf meowed, gently.
She padded slowly into camp, exhausted from the weight of the body, and placed Fallenkingdom in the center of the clearing.
"Fallenkingdom is dead," she announced in a hollow voice. She didn't know him, but any cat's death saddened her deeply. "We found his body by the stream."
She stepped back to let the RiverClan cats pay their respects.

Smoke of Glowing Embers stood by the mouth of the cave, uncertain of what to do.
She couldn't go out, but the inside of the cave was a pond. It wasn't filling up fast, but it was filling up.
She leapt onto a boulder, to keep her paws dry, and watched the other cats for guidance.

3/15

Form

Name: Smokeleaf
Gender: Female
Moons old: 24
Looks: A beautiful smokey tortoiseshell she-cat with sparkling green eyes. Her beauty is slightly marred by an ugly scar on her chest from a battle with a badger.
Personnality: A sweet natured she-cat that is extraordinarily loyal to her kin and friends.
Rank: Warrior/ Deputy
Mate/crush: None
Kits: None
Other:

Many moons ago, there was a ThunderClan cat that went by the name of Lionclaw. He was an incredible, handsome tom with a thick golden coat and magnificent fighting skills. He had every thing, deputyship of ThunderClan, a Clan that looked up to him, a mate that loved him dearly, three lovely kits... The only problem was: his mate and kits were kittypets.
Lionclaw went to visit his kittypet family everyday, juggling his responsibilitys as deputy with sparing time to see his kin. Somehow, he always managed to slip away unnoticed.
One day, however, he was not so lucky. An apprentice, Hawkpaw, noticed him go and followed him. Poor Lionclaw was completely unaware, his mind filled with love for his mate and offspring. He leapt into the twoleg garden and began to share tongues with his beloved she-cat and watch his children play. Spiteful Hawkpaw immediately ran to get their leader, Oakstar.
When Lionclaw climbed back over the fence, he came face to face with an angry Oakstar and a smug Hawkpaw.
He was escorted back to camp and Oakstar quickly called a Clan meeting to decide his fate. He proceeded to exile his former deputy from the Clan, threatening him with death if he ever returned to ThunderClan territory.
Lionclaw was then escorted from the territory. When he looked at the cats beside him, he saw nothing but disgust and hatred in their eyes. He hung his head low.
When he reached the edge of the territory, he ran. He ran far away from the territory, losing himself in a maze of fields and twoleg houses. When he felt that his legs would support him now longer, he collapsed beside a can of stinking twoleg waste. He felt the pull of sleep fill his body and closed his eyes. Only then did he realize that he'd never see his mate again.
He opened his eyes to a dream. His mother stood in front of him. Lionclaw was overjoyed to see her.
"Lionclaw," she meowed, "You must keep going, stay strong!"
"Why?" he asked in a hollow voice, "I've lost my Clan, mate, kits..."
"Start a new Clan," his mother insisted, "never give up...!"
Lionclaw woke up, confused. How can I start a new Clan?
For a moon, he mulled over the dream, wandering from twoleg place to farm to forest and back. He earned himself a nickname from the locals, The Wanderer...
One day, he was approached by a young cat.
"Excuse me, Wanderer," Lionclaw was surprised to hear himself referred to by this new name, but he liked it. It summed up his body and mind in one, wandering. "May I travel with you? I have no kin and nowhere to live."
Lionclaw immediately agreed. The two traveled together for a few moons, before more cats came, asking to join them. Very soon, Lionclaw found himself in charge of enough cats to form a small Clan. His mother's words came back to him, Start a new Clan. He could do it!
He began to teach his cats the Clan ways that he had never forgotten. After a few seasons, he was the leader of his loyal Clan.
But this was a different kind of Clan, this Clan never stayed in one place for long. They always kept moving, only stopping for a night in one place at a time. They never worried about their territory being threatened and they had plenty of prey. Lionclaw shed his ThunderClan name for good and became The Wanderer. He gave his Clan a name to honour it's foudings...

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Smokestar opened her eyes, slowly, and yawned. She was lying in a nest of dead leaves under an old Oak tree. Her Clanmates slept close by in family and friendship groups. She, however, slept alone.
The smokey tortoiseshell she-cat sat up and began to wash her thick fur, picking leaves out of it and smoothing it down.

Smoke of Glowing Embers saw a kit failing around in the water, screeching in distress. She leaned down and scooped it up gently.
"There, there," she murmured as she placed it on the boulder next to her, "you're safe now."
She licked it's tiny body gently as she kept murmuring soothing words.

4/15

Welcome to the Clan, Frostflower!
I've sent you an invite to the Role-playing thread :)

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; height: 273px; width: 230px] OOC: IC: Smokestar looked up at rustling to see that Frostflower was awake. "Morning," she nodded to the warrior.

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