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((No biggie; wasn't much. An honest mistake that I used to do a lot of times. :)
When I described Fallenpaw's hunting below I tried not to make the details too specific so feel free to rewrite them to make it exact.))

Deathclaw had to admit, he was impressed by what Fallenpaw had picked up. He was likely a bit off-balance and his tail was slightly too high, however, and perhaps he was a bit upwind of his prey. Still, those were minor kinks that could be worked out with time. But who knows? You've never been the best at observing someone's actions that carefully....

He nodded as Fallenpaw returned to his side. "Not bad," he whispered, tasting the air for any other prey. He could detect another rodent a few pawsteps off but didn't make any notion that it was there. "Try again. Feel the breeze. Let the prey's scent come to you, not vice versa."

(If there's already a thread like this, please let me know and I'll have this deleted.)

I recently finished reading Sign of the Moon and want to hear what others think of it!

I honestly think that it was one of the more boring Warriors books I've read. I don't expect a big battle at the climax of each one, of course, but I want a little more than a couple of cats getting lost and Jayfeather/Jay's Wing "breaking up" with Half Moon.

What I'm about to say is basically my opinion of the plot, and as a result it's really really long. Feel free to skim over it and just reply with your own views of the book.
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[justify]The story begins when we find out that Stormfur and Brook settled down and had kits, and Stoneteller has lost faith in the Tribe of Endless Hunting. Does this remind you of Bluestar, anyone? Not much happening here other than establishing stuff that ends up being told anyway. After reading the book, I would have rather seen this section devoted to telling a little bit about the rogues who come along later on in the book, maybe saying why they insist on risking their lives and crossing the border. Oh well.

Moving on, it's time for Dovepaw and Ivypaw to become warriors. Dovepaw thoroughly fails in her assessment but she manages to pass because she saves Icecloud from falling in a hole. Isn't it heroic? Honestly, I don't think she deserved to pass. None of the not-part-of-the-Three cats know about her powers so how on earth do they explain how Dovepaw knew that Icecloud was about to fall? It feels very staged, as if Dovepaw went to Icecloud and said, "Hey, you fall into a hole, and I'll save you so I can pass!" Even if that seems OOC for Dovepaw, there's no other reason for the other cats to believe that she magically detected Icecloud's tumble. *sigh* I feel like Warriors has lost every scrap of its logic since the cats with MAJIKAL SUPERPOWAHS were born.

Anyway, the apprentices manage to pass. As I predicted (due to the prophecy, hello?) Dovepaw is named Dovewing. Ivypaw gets named Ivypool, which I suppose isn't a bad name. (Much better than Billystorm, but that's a different topic entirely.) Point is, they're both warriors because Icecloud took a tumble.

Lionblaze has come to the conclusion that Icecloud fell in the same tunnels that his sister ran into, and after he tells Jayfeather the blind medicine cat insists they go looking for Hollyleaf's body--which he apparently thought wouldn't disturb him if they succeeded. By now I think that most of the fanbase has the feeling that Hollyleaf lives on, so it's no surprise when they decide that she's alive.

Ivypool visits the Dark Forest again and talks to Tigerheart. No matter what he meant to do I've always thought that he's a big moron for thinking that he and Dovewing could ever be together and insisting they can break the warrior code. But anyway, the rest of her visit goes on smoothly enough (as far as the Dark Forest's version of "smooth" is concerned) and the old spirit Mapleshade--StarClan knows how her spirit hasn't vanished, considering that there probably aren't many living cats who remember her--thinks that Ivypool is loyal. Riight....

Skipping forward a few days, Dovewing attends a Gathering with her Clan. This chapter is really just a bunch of shipping (Dove/Bumble, Dove/Tiger, and possibly Grass/Briar) so I won't go into it much.

Jayfeather is soon summoned to the mountains, and after he tells Firestar he gets Squirrelflight, Foxleap, and Dovewing on his tail. Honestly, I thought that there would be a bit more conflict between him and his mother before he drifted off to the past, and was a bit disappointed to see that there weren't any big arguments along the way. Later on he sees Yellowfang, who warns him that he shouldn't be going on this journey (although it seems that they return just fine). Also, Ashfur had issues with loving too much. Yeeahhh....

Lionblaze and Cinderheart hunt together and talk about what isn't in their future. Leafpool comes along after the reincarnated medicine cat runs away and tells her son that she probably still loves him... as if that's not obvious. Hm. Maybe Lionblaze is more dense than I thought....

Meanwhile, during the journey to the mountains, Antpelt dies of his injuries. Sad, I suppose, but later on when Ivypool finds him willingly in the Dark Forest every shred of sympathy you might have felt is gone with the wind. While she's on another spy/training mission, we find that Blossomfall is in the Dark Forest as well, obviously because she wants to get her mouse-brained mother's attention (though that's not "revealed" until later on). That's it, Blossomfall, turn your back on your mother and KILL HER!!! *coughs* Ahem....

Jayfeather's/Squirrelflight's patrol arrives at the Tribe of Rushing Water. Stoneteller is obviously not happy to see them but allows them to stay. Dovewing finds that there are rogues crossing the Tribe's border and talks to Jayfeather about their destiny. Oh yeah, and Stoneteller is a shell of his former self (much like Bluestar again, yes?) and has refused to decide on a cat to take his place when he dies.

Next, Lionblaze and his patrol get attacked by dogs, but the mutts are so obedient that they return to their owners at one call. There's a little more Lion/Cinder before the story moves on. So far there hasn't been anything going on that's really interesting and we're already, what, halfway through the book?

Finally something interesting happens when Jayfeather is thrown back to the past as Jay's Wing, where we see some Jay/Moon (which sounds better than Jay/Half, even if the later makes more since).

Then, before Jay's story can continue, we go back to the Clans to find that Ivypool and Blossomfall get lost in the tunnels. Blossomfall admits the truth that we've likely known from the very beginning: that she's been visiting the Dark Forest because Millie's being a terrible mother. No surprise there. Also not overly surprising is the fact that Fallen Leaves (come on, Erin, it's kinda obvious) and likely Hollyleaf help lead them out. Rather than get a warm welcome when they return to their Clan with the worst excuse possible, Millie snaps at her daughter because she's apparently forgotten that Briarlight isn't the only cat in the Clan. Graystripe, where the heck are you in this book to set your mate straight?

Meanwhile, in the past, Jay really doesn't want to leave but Rock tells him otherwise. For some reason he listens to the old coot and admits everything to Half Moon, who is obviously upset. Shy Fawn has her kits (unlike Whitewing, who you may recall was "about to kit" for moons before the finally did) and Jay realizes that the Three are all in the past (because the fact that there was a Dove and a Jay didn't give it away). Half Moon gets over her initial shock, Jay names her the Tribe's first Healer, and leaves. Wait, was that (and the bumbling mouse-brains getting lost) supposed to be the climax?

Back to the present, Dovewing insists that the Tribe helps the rogues because they think that the rogues will "owe them" if they save Flora's pelt. Instead, Swoop dies because Foxleap is an impatient squirrel-head. Rather than join the Tribe and blame him, Dovewing defends the older warrior by saying that they could have lost the rogue instead. *facepalm* Those rogues had better hunt for the Tribe every single day after that.

Not surprisingly, the Tribe seems more than happy to be rid of the Clan cats, and the book ends with Stoneteller dying (why couldn't it have been Loserblaze or that kittypet?), Jayfeather thinking that he suddenly has the right to name Crag the Tribe's new Healer, and Half Moon saying that she will wait for her futuristic boyfriend forever.[/justify]
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Yes, that sounded like a giant rant. Honestly, I feel like the only reason I read these books anymore is for the lulz/because I want to see Millie die. Hollyleaf really needs to come back, be her crazy self, and show these cats who's boss.

_{Made on the cat designer.}




THE BASICS


[justify]Poolsplash is a small silver she-cat with blue eyes. She is a loyal, brave, caring, and stubborn warrior of RiverClan.
---- Date of Birth: May 2009 (2y 4m/28 moons)
---- Links: Advanced Bio | Family Tree | Original Bio[/justify]




THE LOOKS


[justify]Poolsplash is small in size, with a light frame and sleek build. Like many RiverClan cats, her short fur stays close to her side, allowing her to move quickly when swimming. What she lacks in strength and muscle she makes up for with her speed and agility, and when in combat her technique leans toward "dodge until the opponent gets tired and gives up." She hasn't had to tested this technique in a real fight... yet.




Poolsplash has silver-colored fur with no trace of other colors, give or take a few variations in shade on a few hairs; she has no special markings. It's usually sleek and shiny due to semi-constant grooming. Her eyes are a slightly pale shade of blue.




Currently Poolsplash has no scars or other wounds, but this is easily subject to change.[/justify]




THE MIND


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• Arrogant
  As with many cats, Poolsplash does have a good self-image; however, hers may be considered a bit too good. She doesn't always think that she's superior to every other cat, she easily thinks that she's faster or smarter than someone else. If someone makes a decision and she doesn't agree with it, she's not going to step down and will fight until the opposing side has changed their mind. In addition, she knows that she's fast and a good swimmer and is proud of these features, and would be more than happy to show them off to anyone who asks.
• Brave
  Poolsplash does have a (small) streak of being brave, though for the most part she'll only risk her life for those she's put her loyalty in. For example, she dove back into the river when her brother's and her den was flooded and he drowned, and only returned to shore once she realized he was truly dead. When it comes to a life-threatening situation, if she has to risk her own pelt to save someone else's (given she trusts them), she'll do it.
• Caring
  Poolsplash does have a good level of empathy. She's more likely than not to stop whatever she's doing to help anyone, even a stranger in need, though only to the extent where she doesn't get killed in the process unless she trusts them.
• Loyal
  Poolsplash is incredibly loyal to those she trusts. It is highly unlikely for her to betray someone; once they have earned her trust they have a true companion for life. She frequently puts the needs of her Clan and/or cats she is loyal to above her own needs, even if it's not completely necessary for her to ignore her own wants. However, it's somewhat difficult to get to be trusted in her eyes, and it will take more than one meeting until she truly considers someone her friend.
• Protective of Kits
  Poolsplash's instinct to protect kits can sometimes lead to disaster when she breaks bonds to save a kit. Without question she would kill another cat, no matter what their relationship, or herself if it meant saving a kit from injury or worse, and she is completely willing to risk ruining her reputation in the process. Exactly where she got this trait from is a mystery, for when she was young she had a good mother and never yearned for her "deceased" father.
• Stubborn
  When one combines the traits above, it's almost no question as to why Poolsplash is stubborn and would never back down from an argument. Though she may not be the type of cat who needs to be in charge, she believes strongly in what she thinks and wouldn't hesitate to fight to back them up. She will take a leadership role if she thinks that she is needed to and, if she is in a position higher than her opponent, she will not let anyone change her mind, even if they make her think twice about her choice.
  

  
  

  THE PAST

  
  [justify]Poolsplash, originally named Splash, and her brother Fox were born in newleaf and raised as loners. Their father was never around and their mother, Snow, rarely spoke of him; she led her kits to believe that he was dead and never told them otherwise. They were content to lack this information and grew to become swift young cats; neither are good fighters due to a lack of muscle and size, but they make up for this with speed and agility. Though Fox directed his talents toward running, Poolsplash decided that she enjoyed swimming.

  
  

  The kits and their mother lived together peacefully for about a year. Then disaster struck when Snow came down with whitecough. She tried not to show her kits this weakness, however, and because it was left untreated it developed into greencough. By then she wasn't going to let Fox or Splash contract the illness, and told them about the Clans, urging them to go off and join them. She also intended to mention that their father, Fogpelt, was a WindClan warrior, but died before she got the chance.

  
  

  With this bit of information in mind, Splash and Fox set out to do as their dying mother had requested, making several temporary dens along the way. Unfortunately, on one stormy night, their den flooded. Splash was able to swim away, but Fox was not so lucky.

  
  

  Rather than vow never to swim again, Splash decided that she would train herself to become even better to make up for what Fox never got to learn. She soon joined RiverClan as a warrior and lived there peacefully for many moons.

  
  

  In late greenleaf of that same year, Poolsplash overheard a passing rogue talking about a cat who sounded a lot like Fox. Though she had all but convinced herself that he was dead, she couldn't stand to think that he had somehow survived and she hadn't realized it. Without warning she managed to slip away from the Clan, leaving everything behind for the sake of finding her lost brother. Unfortunately, after moons of searching, all she found was a ginger loner named Patch who wasn't even a year old yet, and began her return to RiverClan.

  
  

  Upon her return she expected at least one cat to wonder where she'd gone, but instead found that her arrival was quickly drowned out by the priority of many of her fellow warriors: finding a mate. Somehow she didn't find this overly surprising and resumed her former life. She's wanted to seek out those she knew but is scared of doing so; she fears that they'll only ask her why she left for an obviously lost cause. Instead she's satisfied her need to socialize by getting out and meeting new cats, hoping to stay away from those who may remember her.[/justify][hr]

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  [li]Midnight Hunt (by NightAuctor; used free lineart)[/li]

  
  

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[justify]Deathclaw is a large black tom with amber eyes. He is a shy, unconfident, soft-spoken, and sly warrior of ShadowClan.
---- Date of Birth: October 2010 (2y 6m/30 moons)
---- Links: Advanced Bio | Family Tree | Original Bio[/justify]

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Deathclaw is large in size, with a typical frame and average build. His fur is of average length and rarely gets stuck in burrs, allowing him to stalk through the undergrowth without alerting prey or potential enemies. He has no real fighting strategy due to his reluctance to battle.

Deathclaw has pitch black fur and no markings. When he's not hunting or worrying about a surprise attack on camp he spends his time grooming and flexing his paws, which has made them quite retractable and able to come out for quite a long ways before it hurts. His eyes are a typical amber-green color.

When he was an apprentice, battle training for the dozenth time in a single day, his mentor/mother Treefall grew so irritated with his lack of ability and cut him on the ear. From that day on he's had a small nick in his right ear, clawmarks of a brutal mother's rage.[/justify]

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• Quiet
  Deathclaw is a soft-spoken tom. Ever since he was young he was a quiet kit, and because he never had any siblings or an encouraging mother to lure him out of his shell, he's stayed this way for his entire life. If possible he tries not to get involved in anything that would involve lots of vocal noise, including battles and arguments.
• Shy
  Deathclaw's already low self-esteem got several terrible blows when he was an apprentice and he's deemed himself unworthy of companionship, especially after complications in his love life. When he is placed in a social situation he tries to make the conversation as awkward as possible so he can make a quick escape. If given the choice he'd rather spend his time on his own, hunting, as it takes his mind off the memories he constantly relives and the fact that he's still due to be a father any day now.
• Sly
  Deathclaw may have a reputation for being the awkward cat who shuffles around social situations and spends his days in the middle of the forest, hunting his heart out, but he does have a typical ShadowClan-like streak of being sneaky. As mentioned above he uses the key tactic of awkwardness to escape most social situations, and at a moment's notice he can come up with many other useful ideas to get himself and/or his friends out of trouble. However, he doesn't go about making a mess of things to practice this quick-thinking ability and would much rather stay away from other cats.
• Peaceful
  Deathclaw was trained to fight hard and mercilessly, only stopping the fight if enough blood was spilled to result in death. Unfortunately for his mentor/mother, this had the opposite effect. He quickly grew to hate bloodshed and any sort of fighting, verbal and physical. Being a solitary cat he's got rubbish social skills and hates watching arguments break out around him because he knows he can't do a thing about it. He frequently worries about a great civil war within ShadowClan or a surprise attack, during which he'll have no choice but to get involved.
• Underconfident
  Deathclaw is not a harbinger of peace and love and happiness, either. He's introverted, shows far too much sympathy for a ShadowClan cat, and would rather not kill a spider even if it's poisonous and about to bite his neck in his sleep... and he knows it. Made well-aware of his faults at an early age, Deathclaw grew to become a cat in serious need of a pep talk, which is why he got along so well with Lilyclaw. Of course, since things didn't work out between them, he's reverted back to his "I suck so I'll hunt to make up for it" state of mind.
• Worrywart
  Deathclaw is the ultimate worrier; that is, he fusses over every little thing that has ever been significant to him in some way. Hunting is the only way he can take his mind off the constant troubles of everyday life, such as having his tail stepped on earlier that morning by a moony couple (did he break a bone?) or knowing that Lilyclaw felt a kick in the afternoon (was he going to be a father already?). For this reason he's become quite the insomniac.

[justify]Deathclaw's life began when a screeching and cussing ShadowClan queen named Treefall started kitting and gave birth to four kits. His father, Fogpelt, was a WindClan warrior, and Treefall hated the idea of having half-Clan kits with such a burning passion that, as soon as they were born, she killed the three that looked like their father. The only one that she saved was the large black tom who had been a pain to give birth to. She thought that he had potential due to his size and spared his life, though she never let him forget that she had never wanted him in the first place... notably by naming him Deathkit, which she thought was a good reminder of his siblings and simply a threatening name.

When Deathkit became an apprentice, Treefall specifically requested that she become his mentor, to make sure he was "being trained right". From the day of his ceremony onward she began the most brutal ways of training as she could, paying little attention to fostering his hunting skills and instead forcing on the fighting. She was determined to make him the strongest warrior ShadowClan would ever see and punished him severely when he did something wrong. She put on an act when not training and got away with outright cruelty, even when she tore part of his ear after he had failed a "fighting assessment".

The frustration of trying to train an apprentice who didn't want to be trained drove Treefall crazy, and session after session insanity ate at her soul. She convinced herself that he was worthy of warrior material; when he failed his first assessment, she went into a mad rage, running away to twolegplace. She was never seen again.

Deathpaw resumed training shortly after, not extremely traumatized by his mother's death and guilty that he wasn't. During this time he met Lilypaw, an optimistic young she-cat who became his best friend. Over time she developed an obvious crush on him, but he only wanted to stay best friends and wasn't interested in a mate. Lilypaw was satisfied with this while they were apprentices.

Deathpaw went on to perfect his hunting skills and was soon given his warrior name, Deathclaw. At this point, Lilypaw--who became known as Lilytail--was determined to show him just how much she cared for him. While she didn't purposefully manipulate him, all of her advances led him to believe that he loved her as well. However, he still wasn't willing to become her mate; Lilytail confronted him gently about the idea one leaf-bare and he snapped, saying that he wanted to be friends and they would never be anything more than that. She was heartbroken, of course, but forgave him and apologized for her impatience.

From there on Deathclaw devoted his life to solitude and hunting, which he felt was the one thing he was useful for. Lilytail told him she was pregnant a few moons later, and though for a time he refused to believe it he's slowly come to accept it. He has very mixed feelings about his future kits and has been avoiding Lilytail, fearing that he might break her heart again or destroy their fragile friendship.[/justify][hr]

Currently N/A; check back soon!

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[justify]Ashwhisker is an undersized gray-and-white she-cat with yellow-green eyes. She is a flirtatious, independent, outgoing, and stubborn warrior of ThunderClan.
---- Date of Birth: October 2010 (1y 11m/23 moons)
---- Links: Advanced Bio | Family Tree[/justify]

[justify]Ashwhisker is very petite in size, with a light frame and slim (verging on scrawny) build. She has normal-length fur and overly long whiskers. She's developed a fighting technique that makes use of her size, zipping around her opponent and landing blows when they're completely dizzy and off-guard.

Ashwhisker's fur is dominantly white with assorted, randomly-placed gray patches. (A reference picture courtesy of Google can be found here; it's perfect because this is the exact photo I based her appearance off of.) Her fur is usually messy and unkempt, as she sees no point in grooming it unless she plans on flirting that day. Her eyes are a color between green and amber.

For now, Ashwhisker's managed to life a scar-/large injury-free life, but with her size being what it is and the fact that she's still young, this is very likely to change in the future.[/justify]

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• Flirtatious
  Ashwhisker is a huge flirt, despite the fact that romance was what drove her away from her birth Clan in the first place. Though she is far too picky and young to settle down with a true mate for now, she enjoys messing with the minds of any tom who seems lonely, even if she doesn't really think that they're her "type". She enjoys lathering on the smiles, giggles, tail flicking, and especially compliments; however, she's rarely interested in taking the relationship beyond some friendly showing-off and if another she-cat appears who seems to be genuinely interested in the tom Ashwhisker will back off.
• Headstrong
  Ashwhisker is a very strong-willed she-cat. It's her way or no way when it comes to most decisions, and though she won't have a complete tantrum over trivial things, she holds a grudge that can last anywhere from a day to several moons depending on the "offense". She enjoys being in charge and despises it when her "orders" are disobeyed.
• Independent
  Ashwhisker may be a social cat, but she enjoys doing things her way and rarely compromises unless it's absolutely necessary. She's not eager to follow anyone's guidance and isn't as restricted by the warrior code as some other cats may be due to this nature. This can get her into problems with anyone who has authority over her, which is why she enjoys completing difficult tasks on her own.
• Judgemental
  Ashwhisker merely needs to take one look at a cat before deciding whether or not she's interested in forming any sort of bond with them. Though she doesn't judge based on color or size, scars and other serious injuries put the impression in her mind that the wounded cat is tough and brave, whereas sickness or a scrawny frame makes her think that the sickly cat is weak in body and mind. For this reason she tends to stay away from cats with a lot of muscle and scarring and avoids cats who are sick... unless, of course, they're single toms who she feels like flirting with.
• Outgoing
  Ashwhisker is a social cat. She enjoys doing work on her own but otherwise doesn't like to be alone. When she sees another ThunderClan cat who physically appeals to her, her instinct is to go up to them and say hello and possibly strike up a conversation. She isn't afraid to hold back when it comes to stating her mind and/or feelings, which can sometimes intimidate others, but she means well. Most of the time, all she wants is to chat, and she could never dream of living without a Clan or group of friends.
• Picky
  Ashwhisker is not only judgmental, she's also extremely picky. She resists the urge to go talk to another cat if they don't look attractive to the eye no matter how friendly or desperate they seem. This frequently conflicts with her need to flirt with toms, but she satisfies this by hanging around them for only a short time before leaving. Additionally, she'd never dream of talking or having a conversation with a cat from another Clan even if that's their only downside in her eyes.

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[justify]Ashwhisker was born under the name Ash to a loner and former kittypet named (quite creatively) Kitty alongside four littermates: Adder, Raven, Mouse, and Snake. Her father, Lightstream, was a WindClan warrior; when he heard that he had kits, he convinced Kitty to join the Clan with him, so his kits were raised with the life of a warrior.

Ashkit and her siblings had a good life until they became apprentices and attended their first Gathering. Ravenpaw went moony-eyed for a loner who was spying on the Clans at the time and, after considerable prying, told her siblings about her secret crush. Snakepaw, horrified to hear that his sister had any sort of affection for a cat who wasn't in ThunderClan, began to hold a grudge that would last for the rest of their lives. Mousepaw and Ashpaw, however, stayed out of the arguments their siblings began to have.

Tensions rose when Mousepaw was caught visiting a WindClan she-cat. Ashpaw could only watch in horror as her siblings turned on each other, all because they just couldn't sort out their love lives. Thoroughly sickened by the chaos, she drifted away from them and tried to keep away from her family.

The siblings were named warriors when they turned a year old: Ashwhisker, Ravenshadow, Mousetail, and Snakestripe. For a time, their excitement over their new rank managed to top their arguing, but it didn't take long for Ravenshadow and Mousetail to grow distant again thanks to their relationships. Snakestripe finally snapped and blurted to his parents all about what his siblings were doing. However, thanks to the fact that the four kits were the results of an "illegal" love, Snakestripe failed to get his siblings in trouble for their actions.

Ashwhisker finally drew the line at Snakestripe's tattle-tail antics as he tried to tell everyone else in WindClan the truth. All he was doing was lifting up boulders of ticks, as otherwise loyal warriors also began to confess that they had love across the border. Sickened by the severe lack of loyalty, Ashwhisker left WindClan and found refuge in ThunderClan (becoming a complete hypocrite in the process).

She soon met her friend Shadowstream (played by Russetstripe), who helped her settle in to Clan life without either of them realizing it. By then Ashwhisker had completely disowned WindClan and her lineage, and began to flirt with ThunderClan toms, having no idea that her best friend was having the same sort of forbidden relationship that had driven her away from her family and home Clan in the first place....[/justify]
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[justify]Currently N/A; check back soon![/justify]

In order of when I joined. These threads are either finished or have been inactive for over a month.
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[li]Aria;Bramble Walking the line with Aria and Bramblestorm in Thunderclan - Advanced Roleplay[/li]
[li]Windclan warrior Foxclaw just wondering around ...hes bored with Foxclaw at Sunningrocks and Small Stream[/li]
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Deathclaw's eyes widened slightly, impressed by the ease with which Fallenpaw had caught his prey. He was only an apprentice and hunting like a warrior already! I wonder if he'll grow up to be anything like me... without the unsociable personality, of course.... "Wonderful catch!" he praised, still keeping his voice down in case there was anything else nearby. "Now taste the air. Is there anything else around?"

He still hadn't officially told Fallenpaw that he wanted to be a mentor because he was still having doubts. All right, he'd been able to tell the apprentice a few hunting techniques which had obviously paid off, but Deathclaw knew that he was a terrible fighter. He couldn't mentor any cat with a clear conscience unless he learned how to fight in battle without dodging at every opportunity. He could still remember every little detail about fighting that his mother had taught him but he couldn't pass on the skills without being able to do them properly. I won't get away with that, ever.

The area suddenly felt like it was closing in on him, and Deathclaw got a sudden urge to leave. Having not noticed whether or not Fallenpaw had responded to his earlier question, he decided, "There's not much around here. Let's keep heading north or wherever the prey leads us."

There wasn't much in Poolsplash's life that was more refreshing than a nice solo patrol.

The RiverClan warrior was only two years old and felt like she had been alive for much longer. She didn't have achy bones or stiff bones but she was becoming increasingly more irritated with her Clanmates. When she had first joined the Clan she had been patient with the constant noise of the camp, blaming it on the large numbers and hoping that things would even out. Someday she'd get used to it... but that someday felt like a long way off.

In the time being, Poolsplash felt like any little sound would drive her absolutely crazy. She only had to lie in her nest for mere seconds before the constant talking and sighing and--worst of all--loving hit the insensitive part of her mind and she needed to leave before she went insane. For this reason, she found herself outside of camp more often than she was inside.

Today was no exception. The sun was out, though covered by a few scattered the clouds, and there was a crisp chill to the air that signaled nothing but a soon-to-come leaf-fall. Poolsplash had left camp only moments ago in hopes of visiting the border for a while, maybe catching a few fish or talking with other Clanmates who were also patrolling. Whatever was ahead, she was simply glad to be away from the noise.

I could start the thread but it may take a little while, as I still have a different Advanced bio to finish.
Meanwhile, I vote that YOU start (since you thought up this plot and all)!

Ashwhisker enjoyed patrolling when she could go out with either friends or toms whose minds she would play with. She did not enjoy patrolling when she found an ignorant WindClan warrior had blatantly and purposefully crossed the border.

The gray-and-white she-cat didn't have time for mind games when she picked up the scent of a trespasser. She instantly dropped into a crouch and stalked close to him, wondering what in StarClan he was doing and what he was talking about. He looked much too bored to be delivering a message to the leader....

When she heard him speak his wonderings aloud, she snapped. Ashwhisker pounced, leaping towards him with sheathed claws but bared fangs. "Who are you and what right do you think you have to trespass on ThunderClan's territory?" she hissed.

Ashwhisker's attack missed but she was still arching her back. "Well?" she snarled. "Are you going to answer me or are you going to prove that your Clan is just as weak as everyone thinks it is?" She was lying about WindClan's "weakness" but she wanted to get a reply out of this cat, even if it resulted in a fight.

Welp, I was about to offer to roleplay with my ThunderClan she-cat Ashwhisker, but it looks like Goldenwhisker's already taken the spot and I don't want to fight for it. :) So... disregard everything I said earlier. XD

OOC: Ohh, plot? Nevermind what I said (again XD), I'm interested!
Ashwhisker's kinda young to settle down with a mate but she's certainly not too young for a crush... we could totally make a plot out of this.

Take your time, Wynn! I look forward to this.

Could this tom be any more dense? A growl continued to rumble in Ashwhisker's throat as she faced him, glad to have finally stirred a reaction. "Neither am I, shrew-for-brains, but you still haven't answered my question. If you don't' tell me why you felt the need to blatantly cross our border I will fight you."

*is late*

Ashwhisker had been taking a leisurely stroll outside ThunderClan's borders after a hunt had taken her far away from the precious boundary. She wasn't sure how far away she had ended up, but these lands didn't belong to anybody and she was content to take a walk around the territory.

Naturally, when the overheard the sounds of a fight, the gray-and-white warrior darted into the thickest undergrowth to watch. A she-cat and tom, who both seemed to be loners, were dueling it out over something Ashwhisker couldn't see. This wasn't her fight to get involved in, however, and she would have walked off... if it hadn't been for the gorgeous tom who was being completely beaten up.

Lousy in battle, she concluded, but maybe I should stick around and see how this goes. Never a bad idea to flirt, is it?

Ashwhisker lost control completely. Without unsheathed claws she threw herself at the tom, though her aim wasn't straight at him. Instead she was hoping that he'd dodge so that she could land a blow in while he moved.

Ashwhisker's amused smile wavered as she realized that she had been spotted. How the tom had managed to figure out she was there was a really good question....

Seeing no need to conceal herself any longer, she stood up straight, shook a few twigs out of her fur, and approached the cats. "Hello!" she purred, mostly looking at the tom. "I'm Ashwhisker. If you weren't planning on killing each other first, mind introducing yourselves?" She didn't want to sound demanding, just friendly.

Perfect! Ashwhisker let him attack her but as soon as his claws touched her pelt she sidestepped, hoping to send him running into the ground. She ran around until she was behind him. "I thought that WindClan cats were supposed to be fast!" she taunted.

"You know," Ashwhisker jeered, "this could all be over if you would just 'fess up and tell me what you were doing here in the first place!"

She was thrown off-guard by her taunting and Foxclaw managed to topple her to the ground. Quickly she unsheathed her claws and tried a belly rake, hoping to fling him off.