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"Okay!" Heatherpaw mewed cheerfully. "Race ya back to camp!" She yowled, running off into the distance and raving her mentor behind. Her golden laws thundered against the forest floor as she willed her legs to go faster.

[color=red]Hey I like to join Bloodclan!
Name: Copper
Looks in pic (dont have to):
Looks (In words):golden tom with brown mackeral stripes, tail tip, and paws. He has green yes and a fluffy tail and deep, gruff voice when he gets older, now it's just high pitched and squeaky .
Personality:full of himself, arrogant, proud, strong, thinks she-cats are only good for kits,
Age:8 moons
User:DakotaBlue282
Other:[color=red] he is Lynx's younger brother, born in a different litter

Foxkit growled playfully, and swiped her paws across the see kit's head, knocking him down. She raced past Heyenakit and side tackled her brother, shoving him off of Poisonkit. "Don't yu dare touch my loyal warrior, Obsidianstar. This battle is over, FoxClan is victorious!" Foxkit yowled, pinning Obsidiankit.

Foxkit jumped off of Obsidiankit and quickly landed on her russet paws. "Say what you must, Obsidianstar, but FoxClan does not take such insults. Just by saying that, it proves my clan is stronger, better, and smarter. Your the mouse-brained fool, Obsidianstar. There is no need for my clan to hide, when we have nothing to be ashamed of. Unlike you!" Foxkit spoke calmly, before hissing in pure "fury" and tackling Obsidiankit.

Foxkit growled, "Your warriors are just silly excuses for cats! You dare call my clan weak when BloodClan is to pathetic to fight like warriors?" Foxkit ignored her throbbing jaw and batted Obsidiankit across his fore-paws, tripping him. She bounded over to him and grabbed his scruff in her mouth and shook him. Since he was much bigger than Foxkit she couldn't really shake him enough to inflict any serious damage.

Scarletsong dipped her head before watching her leader bound into the distance. "You heard her, Snowpaw. Back to camp, quickly." Scarletsong spoke harshly, ushering the young apprentice with her nose towards camp. She swiftly weaved her way through the trees, her russet pelt glimmering in the soft sunlight that filtered through the trees. Pushing through the barrier guarding the camp, Scarletsong yowled, "There is a loner on our territory! Wishingstar has gone after him. I need three warriors to come with me and find Wishingstar and help her get rid of the loner. Frogleap, Nightblood, and Lionheart. Will you three come with me?"

Foxkit let out an "Oof" as she felt her brother pin her. She went limp, tricking Obsidiankit to make him think she was giving up, before thrusting her head upward towards Obsidiankit's, knocking him over.

Heatherpaw slowly lumbered towards the apprentice den, her tail dragging behind her. "Hey Pinepaw," she mewed hoarsely. Not waiting for a reply, she plopped down into her nest, worn out from training and racing her mentor. Being in the back of the den, she had room to stretch out so that exactly what she did. Ignoring the heat radiating off of her golden pelt, she forcefully drifted off into an uncomfortable, lousy sleep.

Heatherpaw opened one eye to look at who awoke her from her much needed sleep. "Thanks Isrispaw. I owe you one," Heatherpaw mewed softly, and started to lap up the water. After filling her stomach with the cool water, she curled up, seeking a peaceful slumber withought the exhaustion and heat.

"Acornfang!" Scarletsong yowled, running over to the tom. "Come with me, we need to find Wishingstar, there is a rogue on the territory and she is out here alone." Withought waiting for a reply, she turned and bolted into the dark canopy of trees, searching for Wishingstar.

Poppyflare opened her amber eyes, squinting at the harsh light shining into the elder's den. It was lonely, being the only elder. Her mate had passed away in a battle, and her two kits died from he harsh weather in leaf-bare. She distances herself from the rest of the Clan. The only cat she openes up to is Wishingstar. Poppyflare has known the great leader since Wishingstar was a little kit, to helpless to defend herself. Now look at her, tall, strong, brave, and powerful. She rose to her paws and stretched her achy, old limbs, ridding her body of the tiredness. She sat at the entrance of the den and started grooming her long, once silky smooth coat. She watched as one of the young warriors, Scarletsong, burst into camp. She continued to groom her pelt, ignoring the commotion going on outside.

Scarletsong let out a relieved sigh as Acornfang's paws thundered after her. He had followed, thank StarClan. She was scared she's have to turn back around and drag him to Wishingstar by his scruff like a small, helpless kit. Locating her leader's scent, she followed the winding path leading her into unknown dangers.

Cherrypaw rolled onto her back, the sun boring onto her fluffy calico pelt. She squinted her bright green eyes, protecting them from the harsh light. If she couldn't train, what could she do? Cherrypaw padded carelessly out of camp, trying to clear her head. She found a tall birch tree and started to climb, regards of the dangers in tearing her claw further or falling. She found a strong, sturdy brach and plopped down on her belly. She let her small rear legs and one fore-leg dangle over the edge of the tree. Resting her chin on her other fore-paw, Cherrypaw slowly let her eyes droop, as she was slowly pulled into the dark depth of sleep.

Cherrypaw bounded to her paws at Sabreteeth's request, "Yes! Something to do!" She gleefully skipped out into the stretched out forest, her paws barely making contact with the forest floor before being lifted back up again. It felt good to be needed, even for something as simple as gathering reeds. She kept skipping until she reached the water's edge. She skidded to a halt, dreading the fact she might fall in. She peered over the edge, gazing into the water's surface. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at what she saw. A scruffy calico RiverClan cat that's too scared to get her paws wet. That's simply all she was. She was a "drypaw" as some RiverClan cats would say. Turning away from the water and directing her attention to a clump of reeds swaying from the soft breeze that slightly ruffled her pelt, Cherrypaw twisted her head to the side so she could snap the stem with her jaws. Satisfied with her work, she happily bounded back to camp, forgetting all about the incident with the water. "I've got them, Sabreteeth," Cherrypaw mumbled with the reeds tucked safely in her mouth.

Cherrypaw nodded her delicate head to the RiverClan deputy and started padding off towards the nursery. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lionpaw trying to catch her attention but ignored it, for she was to focused on her task. She entered the small den where the queens and kits are kept, and swiftly made her way around the kits, trying not to step on them. She weaved in the reeds into each used nest, then took the remaining reeds to the apprentice den. Taking the reeds, she weaved them into her nest and the other apprentices, hoping it would be a nice surprise. Stretching her long limbs, she opened her jaws, a loud yawn escaping them. She curled up into her nest, letting sleep overwhelm her.

Name:Abel
Age:3 months
Gender:Male
Rank:Pup
Appearance:https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&site=webhp&tbm=isch&source=hp&ei=jIGLVPC0AYr7sASi9YGQCQ&q=tawny+wolf&oq=tawny+wolf&gs_l=mobile-gws-hp.3..0j0i24.2217.5083.0.5590.13.12.0.2.2.1.1256.4026.0j1j4j2j2j7-1.10.0.msedr...0...1c.1.60.mobile-gws-hp..7.6.1715.0.hv2sEorCO0A#facrc=_&imgrc=4AX-xCdpDdg1cM%253A%3BOVW5epSxyZjcBM%3Bhttps%253A%252F%252Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%252F236x%252Fbf%252Fef%252F5c%252Fbfef5cd544444e09dcadd5725ed182a5.jpg%3Bhttps%253A%252F%252Fwww.pinterest.com%252Fexplore%252Fwolf-pup%252F%3B236%3B352
Other:His mother died while giving birth to him and his father died in battle; Brook and Cothlu are his half siblings

Name:Brook
Age:1-2 years
Rank:Hunter
Gender:Female
Appearance:https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&site=webhp&tbm=isch&source=hp&ei=jIGLVPC0AYr7sASi9YGQCQ&q=tawny+wolf&oq=tawny+wolf&gs_l=mobile-gws-hp.3..0j0i24.2217.5083.0.5590.13.12.0.2.2.1.1256.4026.0j1j4j2j2j7-1.10.0.msedr...0...1c.1.60.mobile-gws-hp..7.6.1715.0.hv2sEorCO0A#facrc=_&imgrc=hcmQHDahWCd6UM%253A%3B9DUCsFyRCASjEM%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fi1074.photobucket.com%252Falbums%252Fw411%252FCleo_Beckwe%252F11aca_zps068c6fc1.jpg%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.chickensmoothie.com%252FForum%252Fviewtopic.php%253Ff%253D65%2526t%253D2313770%2526start%253D30%3B425%3B640
Other:Mother went missing; Cothlu is her brother and Abel is her half brother; The trio have the same dad but different moms

Name:Cothlu
Age:1-2 years
Gender:Male
Rank:Beta Male?
Appearance:https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&site=webhp&tbm=isch&source=hp&ei=jIGLVPC0AYr7sASi9YGQCQ&q=tawny+wolf&oq=tawny+wolf&gs_l=mobile-gws-hp.3..0j0i24.2217.5083.0.5590.13.12.0.2.2.1.1256.4026.0j1j4j2j2j7-1.10.0.msedr...0...1c.1.60.mobile-gws-hp..7.6.1715.0.hv2sEorCO0A#hl=en&tbm=isch&q=black+wolf&facrc=_&imgrc=r4M4EG7puoVC_M%253A%3B7Bm-bjzd8lid8M%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.martinbaileyphotography.com%252Fwp-content%252Fuploads%252F2012%252F01%252F04_Black_Wolf_2_small.jpg%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.martinbaileyphotography.com%252F2012%252F01%252F09%252Fpodcast-317-an-interview-with-dan-david-newcomb%252F%3B800%3B547
Other:Brook is his sister; Abel is his half brother

~Brook~

"I'll go also," Brook loudly barked. "I need to stretch my muscles anyway." She licked her chops, already imagining the tasty flesh of deer melting in her mouth. "When do we leave?" She snapped out of her daze and curiously questioned her alpha.

~Cothlu~

"Me as well," Cothlu gruffly said, padding to stand beside his sister. "It's been awhile since I've had my teeth tear at a deer's flesh." His gaze wandered towards the forest, where the deer lay waiting. His paws itched with anticipation, he couldn't wait much longer.

~Abel~
A young pup poked his head out of his den to see what all the commotion was about. Seeing his half brother and sister with the alpha, he raced towards them. His little paws thundered against the forest floor and his soft puppy fur blew behind him in the gentle breeze. "Where are you guys going?" Abel excitedly romped around Brook's paws.