Posts by Saintkit

Padding over the kits eyes were wide. A joiner? He had never greeted a joiner. Great!!

//Should he tell him? :)

Saintkit was still blushing as he meowed, "Do you reeeaallyyy want to know?" His voice curling and teasing as he wrapped his tail around his paws.

The kit smiled and his eyes shone. Reaching down for his necklace and behind his dagger. Pulling it up he revealed a small four leaf clover.

Racing over the tom felt his paws crack through dirt as he gasped. Staying close to Darky the tom meowed repeating over and over again, "No Darky....you can't die on me.. You're my best friend and. . " He cut himself off closing his eyes and savoring the feel of Darky's fur against his.

Saint is the most fabulous Sylveon.

Smiling the tom meowed, "I fell. But I'm ok." He was glad Warmpaw worried so much.

Padding up beside Darky he felt the urge to wrap his tail around Darky's. He ignored it however and meowed worriedly, "Mask....are you alright?"

I need to add that and give everybody 2 votes.

"I'd like q drink but you can jus come with if you want to." He meowed smiling and laughing.

Sure. And yeah I noticed. I wonder where Warmpaw gets it from.

Laughing the tom sucked in a breath. How was he supposed to say it? Its you. Of course!! He thought. Shaking his head the small brown kit meowed silently, "It's you. I like you." His blush intensified as he said this.

Saint stayed by his friend's side and laid there. He wanted to comfort Darky but he didn't know how. He meowed to Lily his eyes still on Darky, "Is He gonna be ok?" His voice nearly cracking with Worry.

Looking over at Darky beside him he knew he was shivering. He closed his eyes and meowed, "I-I'm scared."

The tom padded over. He had always been interested in Herbs. The bow wearing tom Sat and meowed, "May I join?"

"Welcome Soviet! I'm Saintkit!" The tom meowed padding over. Starclan he hated Littlepaw.

Masked and Saint?
Soviet and Saint?

Can you guys make? I have a huge headache.

"You thought so?! Why didn't you tell me?!" He yowled ears flicking up. His eyes narrowed in teasing anger.

The small tom had been walking around looking for a clover patch or a few. He soon smelt a strange scent nearby. It was Warmpaw of course but to Saint she was still rather new. His fur was on edge as he stalked the scent. Leaping out.

"Umm...I've noticed something. You seem to be...fighting with yourself sometimes." He meowed looking at his paws. He hoped that he didn't offend.