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Lol that's the spirit! You win... Member of the minute. Congrats.
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[sorry I'm late, what's happening?]
The wind tossed a feather down the gorge. -
That's with me with me. On a scale of moons, how long was he an apprentice?
And both are accepted, I'll find Darky a mentor
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A separate thread works, for them meeting. A patrol meeting or just the Leaders?
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Willow, Do you want to keep your cat, Lynxpaw?
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http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1059807.new#new Current RP thread
You do play as cheese's cat
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Gulping, Toadstar padded up to the apprentice and whispered in his ear, “Just go to sleep,” he meowed, then turned around and hopped onto the rock, “Now that we have that out of the way,” he started. “I have come to announce out victorious return!”
The tabby paused for the cats to react. -
The brown tabby rolled the green eyes. What's with these kits? It's as if they don't know anything. But when it disapered, he jumped back slightly in surprise. The kitten's invisibility reminded him of his own powers, though. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and turned on his heat vision. Personally, it felt weird not to see someone, but know they are there.
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[just using the sign-up form]
She stood on a rock and sniffed the air. This seemed to be the place. Must be the place.
It had been, what, now eight days sense she had gotten lost, and there was nothing she hated more. Living on berries was easy, but not her favorite thing. The ring-tailed cat wanted to be eating grasshoppers, and snuggled up in her little den. But no. There had to be a flood, she had to survive, and her den had to be gone. And this was not the place it had been. It was no where NEAR as nice. and the worst part is, she had been walking in the wrong direction.
Stretching, she decided to play in this small patch of sun. Relaxing sightly, she decided to do a cartwheel. It was her signature trait - but then again, she was raised by cats, and cats couldn't do this cute little trick. And it felt good to do this - it gave back her sweet little memories. Although after a few times, it got boring, so she stopped. -
"Your gonna melt in the rain?" Buckpaw meowed, rolling his eyes sarcastically.
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Oh, great. Now he was going to judge them by his physical features. Daypaw was short for his age, and rather lanky. But that said nothing about him - he was flexible and strong. But nonetheless, he lined up, head high and tail motionless. His white pelt had the slightly noticeable cream stripes, a signature of his leucism. He hated when others thought he was albino - totally not the case. He was leucistic and proud.
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Even though the older tom wasn't talking directly to him, he flinched. It was as if Tumbleweed had read his mind when he had though it'd be easy. Now he knew he was wrong.
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Warrior Name: Cartwheel
Current Name: Cartkit
Name Meaning: She is a great cart wheeler
Current Age Four moons
Gender: Female
Clan: ForestClan
Rank: Kit
Generation: First
Pelt: Ring-tailed cat
Eyes: Purple
Personality: Proud and curious
Friends:
Enemies:
Mates:
Off-Spring: -
Warrior Name: Jakk
Current Name: Jakk
Name Meaning: It's Jack with a K
Current Age Eh... maybe seven moons
Gender: Female
Clan: CycloneClan
Rank: Apprentice
Generation: first
Pelt: Barn owl
Eyes: Black
Personality: Smart and nerdy, but social
Friends:
Enemies:
Mates:
Off-Spring: -
Wow, that was fast. But just because someone talks to you, doesn't necessarily mean they are your friend.
"Hey," She meowed in a friendly tone. "I'm Hookpaw, the new apprentice." -
SIGN-UP HERE
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For the first time in a really, really long time, the only soles imprisoned to the dungeon where the dead, former inmates. Tarnen had never had a day off, but today was a first. The last prisoner had been found dead a few days ago - most likely suicide. He was old, and insane, and often was laughing hysterically. And the muscular black tom had the awful job of making sure he didn't even think about escaping. But it wan't bad, he usually slept with an eye open. But then having to bury the old cat, bla. Discussing.
The black tom was relaxing just on the top stair of the camp when he heard Knorren yowled, his way of calling meeting.
His brown paws curled over the ledge of the window as he stared down at the floor. His matted fur made him look like no leader, but indeed was a feared one. He was ready to announce his new plan, and any minute now, they'd be off in the direction of BloodClan. -
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"And you are?" she asked.
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His stomach flipped with fear. Normally he'd be willing to speak to a cat that's older then him, but something about this cat scared him. He seemed to want to embarrassment him. And that wouldn't never end well.
Gulping down fear, he stuttered out his name. "D-Daypaw."
[White with darker, pail brown stripes]