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ic;Cloverfrost shook off his dirt-matted pelt,pausing from his enraged outbursts to lean down and kick off a hanging piece of crowfood from his flank.Glancing back up,the Bloodclanner narrowed his bright gaze at her intently,searching her face for any sign of recognition at the 'collection' thing.The Kittypet just seemed afraid,and slightly confused at the same time.The black-furred feline sighed heavily,and sat down on his haunches to relax his tensed muscles.

This cat was no threat,and he could use it to his advantage."Dog teeth collection,of course.I kill as many as possible,collect their broken teeth and that shows Bloodclan--erm,my clan, that I am no forest weakling,or a meek Kittypet."He explained,but spat out the last phrase with contempt.Standing up,he flexed his bruised paw;relieved it didn't throb at all,but only hurt slightly.Licking it by rasping his tongue swiftly over the paw,he flicked his tail in farewell."I gotta go.Good bye then,Kittypet."Cloverfrost meowed icily,hoping his voie did not show any other emotion except coldness.

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ic;The rest of the felines followed her without question,and White heard their nimble,light pawsteps hit the ground before he realized that they all,even the senior warriors,respected the younger she-cat.She msut have a good reputation. The blind tom decided unconciously as he set pawstep after pawstep carefully.The small patrol of cats were speeding off,but they seemed not to be aware of their easy speed.I was ocne like that. White followed more quickly,half relieved and half annoyed the cats did not stop to help him or check he was even following.

Flamefall,the male Windclanner from earlier,spoke loudly as they followed the path back to their camp."Why should we take this cat of no importance to Fireflystar?"He did not speak to Peonylight,but to every cat on the patrol--even White Feathers.The older-voiced female remained silent before White heard her murmur in a low voice,probably to herself,"Mousedung.Flamefall's at it again."Though she didn't bother scolding the young warrior,the sightless cat could sense waves of embarrassment and distress coming off of her.Flamefall must be her relative in some way.

Whisper nodded in agreement, and carefully stepped away from the Windclan border."We're not doing any harm. Nevertheless, taking us back to your camp will have you feeding two extra mouths."The tom's sleek fur was slowly flattening down from Ivory's touch, and he noticed Cloudwhisker, the leanest of the three felines of the clan patrol; gazing wistfully at her as she refused to come back with him and the others. A wave of satisfaction churned in his belly as he purred udner his breath, then clamped his jaws together as Cloudwhisker's soft green oculars shifted towards him and hardened."It seems you have a new friend to back you up, Ivoryey- I mean,Ivory."The pure-white tom's spine fur bristled slightly, and stepped away from them in silent frustration. Whisker leaned forward challengingly, the urge too tempting for him as he caught Honeybriar brushing up against her male clanmate.

"Fine.You speak reasonably,and it isn't any of our business unless you intrude into our territory."The gray she-and-silver she-cat decided.And you don't want CLoudwhisker to fall head-over-heels for Ivory. The loner thought, somewhat pleased and a little grateful towards the arrogant Windclan female.He turned away shrply,his tail motioning at Ivory in case she wanted to come with him.Perhaps she isn't comfortable in a solo life. Whisper meowed mentally,his cerulean gaze shifting towards her as he padded away for a few foxtails.He glanced back at her,waiting for her to finish discussing with the Windclanners.

Nearly tripping on his own paws,the loner cursed himself under his breath for being as clumsy as a newborn kit or an ambling elder.His blind gaze staring sightlessly ahead,White quickly pricked his ears in interest as Peonylight answered the arrogant tom who had spoken freely.A swift hiss of anger came form near him,and White lifted his drooping head to locate the source.It was Flamefall,of course.The ginger-red tom had seemed to have been cuffed by a even closer feline."What was that for;Silverfeathers?"The tom snapped sharply,his voice low enough for White to hear clearly."I'm being a good littermate,brother.Fireflystar can put this loner to good use somehow."The she-cat answered,her older female voice growling even more quietly.

White bristled angrily, his tail curling up in shocked suspicion.DSid these cats think they could use him as a slave?The white-and-black-and-silver former Windclanner gritted his teeth together as he followed more slowly,now a little more far away so he couldn't overhear anything else.Those stupid rabbitbrains were going to take it hard once he showed them the revenge he had planned for the moons to come.His attention shifted back to the front of the patrol.Although he had no idea what Peonylight looked like,he could tell she must have been pretty...for a Windclan scum.Flamefall sure seemed to like her,for his stupid remarks were always said in front of Peonylight's face.If he wanted to impress her with his 'outspoken thoughts', he should have thought about complimenting her and not seemingly insulting her.

To his credit,White heard Flamefall grumble,"Peonylight hates anything I say!!!"Waves of distress and frustration coming off of him in huge tides.Maybe if you're nicer,she will.The loner countered,and scented his old home before they had even arrived.Windclan's camp.

Whisper's tail flicked dismissively,his features expressionless until the pair had reached a reasonable distance away from the hostile Windclanners.He turned his head a little towards his new companion,his deep blue orbs searching hers before he added playfully,"I always stick up for the weak ones."His smirk danced gently on his maw and he veered towards the very end of the moorland,which had a seemingly never-ending landscape.Pointing his muzzle into the air,he tasted it swiftly;noticing not many felines or creatures had wandered there.

Swivelling his head and ears towards Ivory,the tom dug his claws into the earth."Where does this lead?"His playful manner had disappeared as quickly as it had left,his gaze now turning serious while inquiring the she-cat.Hhe had never passed by this way,of course,because his travelling had ended up where the clancats where,until he had met Ivory.

The she-cat noticed his tensed reply, and slight confusion.Didn't he feel happy to have a new friend,too?Sunrisepaw's heart plummented right into the core of her belly.Swiftly slithering out from under him,the Auroraclan tabby realized she should hate him.They were rivals,and she couldn't be caught.Let alone speak to this tom.The smaller apprentice shuffled her paws together,embarrassed for realizing he didn't feel the same way as her,and guilty for sort of betraying her clan.Her home. There were plenty of apprentices she could play with.Stormpaw was just a stupid oddity that could ruin her entire life.

Sunrisepaw turned her back slightly on Stormpaw,her teeth baring and her claws digging into the earth.Sorry,Stormpaw. She thought,forcing a cruel,cold tone into her mind.Swivelling back to him,she growled and reaced out a hooked claw to tear out a few clumps of his fur.Her dainty paw missed by a mousetail,and satisfaction coursed through her,as well as pity for losing a almost-good-friend.He should be scared,now that she had warned him physically.Leaping into the stream,the tabby's soothing tongue rasped over her striped fur,and rinsed the Pineclan smell from out of her sweet-scenting pelt.Hopping back over to her side of the territory,she pointedly raised her chin high,and shuffled her paws so she could slink out of the scene.Her tail disappearing back into the forest,she wondered if she had done something terrible.

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Surprise must have flickered on his features,for the tom's normally cold voice squeaked slightly when he replied,"Really?Bloodclan is no joke."His albaster fur contrasted with the silver outlines of the crowfood Twoleg things as he circled her,his amber oculars narrowed in intrest.Cloverfrost hissed in pleasure,thinking about the benefits he could receive from Scourge.Well,the Scouge replacement.The dark-furred Bloodclanner paused from his circling,and added thoughtfully,"Fine.Meet me at the edge of that Twoleg crowfood place."His voice had hardened from his obvious shock,and the young tom's muscles rippled under his sleek pelt as he leaped onto the fence.He swivelled his ehad towards Fionah,his ears pricked easily.

"What's so interesting about death to you,anyway?"And with that cold meow,the dark feline's paws led him to leap over the fence,to the other side.Trotting into the alleyway's shadows,Cloverfrost felt a small twinge of fear.Why? The cat's amber optics were raised to the sky,and the now setting sun.Dusk was approaching,and he hadn't even found a rat yet.Dung! His opaque figure slunk away into the Twoleg Thunderpath,his maw parted to allow the stinky scent to whiff into his mouth.He wa sused to it,and could detect the fresh scent of a nearby rat.Jackpot.

Upon hearing the leading she-cat's soft reply,White's ears swivelled towards Flamefall,who seemed to wince under Peonylight's quiet meow.His tail curled up in amusement,and White Feathers allowed his paws to lead him closer to the Windclan camp.Excitement was churning in the core of his stomach,and his albaster-and-white fur bristled at the thought of reuniting with his former clanmates.It did not matter if they were furious with him,or pleased at his return.He was only searching for one thing--vengence.The young loner could taste the very word on his tongue,and was pleased that it almost tasted wonderful.

Blinking slowly,the male feline's tabby fur was on edge as the camp came nearer and nearer to him, every bit exposed as a tree in newleaf.His maw parted to inahl the approaching scents,and the tom let out a loose purr under his breath,making sure to match Peonylight's pawstep by pawstep.He was aware that Flamefall and the others were guarding the back of the patrol,but it was best if he ignored the silent Windclanners.The sounds of the camp rattled his skull,and he leaned forward to get used to the feeling of being around cats again.

When he was alone,he didn't need any cat.He had himself.And himself he would have once more.

You know...I was wondering...when sometimes a thread is meant to be,for example, she-catXtom, a few rpers show up to rp too,right?Well,I've seen,in my threads as well as others,that there are rpers who use toms for the thread.Are they expecting it to be tomXtom,or is it for fun,in hopes of not getting the lover?

Please answer as soon as possible,because I don't want to be cruel in one of my threads and say things like,"Sorry,can't have you roleplay this charrie _____" And whatnot.If you don't get the question,I will try to clarify it for you.

THANKS!YOU'RE AWESOME PEOPLE! :)

((Required--Rules~
-picture of charrie(s)
-must be a male Thunderclanner
-POWERPLAYING/GOD RPING
-perfect'ness' (that even a word? :3 ) like,"...His 'perfect' aqua circles glowed with triumph,and his 'perfect' tail curled around his paws as he spoke 'perfectly'..." Get it?
-and if love is wanted,it may be done.Request in your first post by typing Dreams in OOC.
-ADVANCED THREAD

By the way,pic is avatar.I made a subaccount for Aeleora herself,so she's here and ready.))

A dianty figure treaded through the snow,it's paws nearly collasping under its weight.Its breaths ragged and hoarse,the feline was beyond exhausted;her lithe body trembling with hunger.Her ribs pointed out from her flanks,obviously indicating her weakness.The wind whistled past her slightly rounded ears,the feline finally let loose a soft sigh,and her small body hit the snow-covered ground.She had been travelling for some time now,and yet,she hadn't eaten for a total of six sunrises.Perhaps it was best that the female perished there.What she hadn't noticed,though,was that the location where she had collasped was where dozens of wild cats like her were living.

The loner sank into a death-like sleep,her slumber allowing the stinging snow to coat her gray-and-silver pelt with pure white.Her unnatural aqua oculars flickered open once more,and she eyed the clearing out of exhaustion.The snow would bury her once she had left the living world.Her flanks heaved with effort,and she sank back into drowsy slumber.The wind and snow continued to pelt her like stones,but the female did not notice.Once the harsh weather died down,Aeleora could only hope that she had died.

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[size=6]Sallow[/size]
[size=5]Of No Clan[/size]

[size=3]Eyes: green
Pelt: dark blue
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Thanks,cassi.Your avatar is also very adorable,by the way! ^^

What I do not get though,is that,well...let's say that my character,for example,is a tom.A few she-cat rpers join.Then,out of nowhere,a tom rper shows up--the same gender as my charrie.What do they want then?

Oh,I see.Thank-you.That clears it up.

Pressing his maw into a tight line of frustration,Whisper's slightly roundd ears found a new,but faint rustling nearby.Turning his head slightly,a soft breeze whistled its way around his lean build,and Whisper shuffled his paws uncertaintly before letting his attention shift back to Ivory."This place makes me get the shivers."The white-and-gray tom licked his chest fur in embarrassment,for he usually opposed the thought of being afraid.This time,it would be okay to be frightened.After Dove had gone, the solo tom had decided never to show his fright.His long tail curling around his back leg,Whisper let loose a shaky purr.

Attempting be casual,he ignored the fact that a pawful of clancats had travelled here to the sacred place."Let's not go this way."His tone was forced to be casual,and he veered away from the slope of flattened grass to eye another path."We can find somewhere else.Sorry,Ivory."He decided against reasoning with the she-cat.If she used to be a clancat,she must have felt a urge to go where this special location.He was tired of aggressive clancats,and it was best if they found a better and sheltered area to survive.

White's turned his head to stare at Flamefall,calculating where the tom's exact placement was.As soona s he located it,he pinned the tom down with a stare,and heared the sound of shuffling pawsteps that fell lightly to the ground.A light breeze tickled White's abundant white whiskers,and he lowered his head to lick the space between his chin and belly fur,his ears still pricked as if he were expecting an attack.His muscles and position were incredibly tense,and his tail stood straight up in the air,as erect as a piece of grass on the moor.

Flamefall eyed the loner suspiciously after the tom had turned his blind silver oculars on him,and dipped his head towards Peonylight,his ears flattened though it took him some effort.Respectively,he watched the small patrol and scurried towards the leader's den,the Windclan leader's scent wafting into his parted maw."Fireflystar?"His masculine voice rang tentatively through the den,and the ginger-red feline's green gaze peered carefully into the darkness of the shadowed den.Was his leader even in there?Flamefall growled inwardly.It was like speaking to the air.

White turned his head the moment he heard Sperrenfang and Lakenight exchange a few words and mutters,and recognized Sperrenfang and his littermate's voices easily.They carried across the wind like the song of birds.Impossible to avoid.Closing his oculars for a brief moment,the tom remembered Sperrenfang hadn't been one of his allies at all.

Whisper purred comfortably,and leaned to brush his muzzle against Ivory's shoulder in gratitud.The white-and-dark gray tom followed the she-cat's pawsteps,his pelt brushing protectively against hers.He had noticed from their previous conversations that the former Windclanner was headstrong and stubborn,but she reminded him too strongly of Dove.The young male loner lifted his head towards the sky,and felt the same weather disturbance as his female companion had."It's going to rain."He meowed out loud,his tone thoughtfully bothered. His steps began to quicken,and he felt the wind chill his very bones.

He was intent on searching for a sturdy den or at least a good shelter for the night."Is there any place you know of that is sheltered and not...in the clans' territories nearby?"

Whisper wanted to sooth his friend. Were they friends? The now thoroughly wet tom shivered at the cold liquid touching the flesh beneath his fairly thin pelt, and decided to ask the she-cat later once they had found a proper place to rest. The stringy rabbit from earlier seemed decades ago, and Whisper couldn't control the growing sounds of his stomach. Quickly fighting it down, the tom swiftly followed Ivory, pressing his muzzle to her shoulder reassuringly. "It'll be good enough for two cats." His masculine voice had to be louder for the showers of rain cascaded angrily upon the pair. The tom had the urge to curl up in a tight ball in the den, empty or not. Darting towards the bushes the former Windclan cat had shown him, Whisper trotted near the shrubs, making sure to poke his muzzle into the space. Sure enough, there was a rather small rabbit den, smelling distinctly of foxes. Rearing back, he could not control an escaped hiss or defiance, and his head swivelled from side to side, as if expecting a fox to leap at him.

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"What's wrong,Sunrisepaw?" The sound of her brother's voice jolted her back to the present, for her mind had wandered back to what was Stormpaw doing now. Hating her? Planning to kill her as soon as possible? Was he angry at her? Sunrisepaw lifted her head from her paws, a bit of moss making her sneeze as the tuft of green landed on her nose. "Yes."She answered her own questions aloud, her gray-and-blue pupils dulled into round stones of frustration and sorrow.

Hailpaw glared at her,his gray tail whipping out from behind his rear."I said, what's wrong? Did you meet a Pineclanner or something? Did they rip out your tongue?That's why you can't talk,right?"The gray-and-white apprentice babbled on and on, and Sunrisepaw turned her back on her annoying littermate. "It's...It's nothing."She meowed,her voice choked on regret. Why should I be sorry? Her mind protested against her sorrow and troublesome thinking.Sunrisepaw half-agreed with herself, and bit back a sigh as her maw parted in inhale her male littermate's smell.As always, he smelled like he'd been rolling in a field of flowers.

Didn't any cat get tired of that...scent? Sure, it made she-cats attractive, and yeah; it was fun to watch Pineclanners wrinkle their noses at a better scent than theirs, but Sunrisepaw longed to be different. And not just her scent."There's a Gathering between the clans tonight!" Spiritstar's feminine voice rang through the camp, and echoed inside the apprentices' den.Hailpaw and Sunrisepaw trotted out quickly, and heard the deputy, Redwillow and Spiritstar choosing the cats they wanted to come. Among them, SUnrisepaw and Hailpaw.

The tabby she-cat shrugged and quickly padded away from the excited group of apprentices. Frostpaw stopped her, his green-blue oculars brimming with affection."Hi,Sunrisepaw.We're going together!"Her friend purred, and Sunrisepaw mustered a smile."It's gonna be great with a friend like you."The tabby answered,her voice tired as Frostpaw let her pass.Before she could make it far, Frostpaw trotted up to her flank, and added lowly,"You know, we're both apprentices still...but perhaps we'd be more than friends later on."The strong Auroraclanner's voice was filled with hope, and Sunrisepaw gaped at him, her pelt burning as he pulled away to join Hailpaw at the freshkill pile.

Sunrisepaw hated her life.

Flamefall stumbled back the moment he heard Lakenight speak to him."Hello,Lakenight."The ginger-red tom's flame pelt bristled slightly, and he peered over her shoulder distractedly, wondering where her protective brother was. He thought the tabby was beautiful and very kind, but it was her littermate who bothered him. Stepping away, he fought back a inquisitive meow. His emerald pupils widened at her, and he flicked his tail briefly."Where's Fireflystar?"He said instead, his confident manner ebbing away as he spotted White staring at them again. The tom made his fur bristle, but it was certainly weird that he'd come back after being dragged off by a fox. The former deputy was creepy. And attractive to quite a few females, but still creepy to Flamefall. His mentor had been Whitefeathers, or whoever the tom was now before he was gone. Flamefall should have felt a connection, but only cold numbness replaced the spot in his heart for his mentor.

White stifled a smirk as he felt Flamefall's suspicion and fear nearly slap him in the face. He knew the young warrior was afraid of him. Did he think eh was a ghost or something dangerous? White fought down his wave of satisfaction and glanced at Peonylight."Do you know me?" His gaze took the light of inquisitiveness as he spoke, his tone light and innoncent. Perhaps she was a kit or young apprentice when he had been dragged off. What no cat knew, was that he had fought the huge male creature, taking its life as he waited for his fellow clanmates to come searching for him. And where were they when he suffered? They had given up on him.They would pay, and White purred at the thought as he awaited the she-cat's reply.

Whisper's thick pelt fluffed up even more, the increasing weight of rain weighing down his gray-and-white pelt. Now, he probably looked as strange as Ivory did, and come to think of it...The tom glanced to his side, noticing the she-cat's uncomfortable position. His paws numb with cold, the loner forced his body to start moving again, and moved around Ivory as his taller, and wider build loomed over her; shadowing her from the hail-like liquid that poured down on the two cats. Pressing his wet flank against Ivory's already soaked one, the tom gently moved his muzzle to her cheek, breathing warm air onto the flesh and fur. "Come on then. We don't want you to become a puddle of fur, now do we? "Whisper murmured into her ear, and wrapped his tail around her spine and flank to seep more warmth into her, as she was sneezing and shivering.

He waited for her to lead the way, making sure he would walk every pawstep with her, to shield her against the hard drops of rain. Flattening his ears so the rain wouldn't penetrate their delicate flesh, Whisper dug his claws into the wet ground, and felt mud seep through his claws. At this rate, his paws would be sore with infection. They needed a place to dry off, and now.