Posts by Dewclaw

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    (Any Fighter want to apprentice DarkPaw?)


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    Darkpaw groomed his fluffy red-tinted black pelt, working out the burrs from running his tail off on border patrols. As a Fighter Paw, he excelled greatly, despite his young age of 5 moons.


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    -Coldfire-


    ColdFire shot DarkPaw an evil look; the young tom was a huge handful. Even though he was better than her apprentice, CaribouPaw, he was still wildly rambunctious and had quite the mouth on him.


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    -Mothleap-


    Mothleap purred from her makeshift shelter inside the hollow of a small tree, looking at her kits lovingly. Her offspring were perfect, though she was concerned about her she-kit`s twisted forleg.


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    -Thorntail-


    Thorntail waded through the marshlands of the forest, ears pricked for any sound among the blackened and deformed plant life. Every single day for the past moon, he had walked through the water and debris in search of Thistleberry. His own spirit was falling as he lost hope that she would be alive, and instead milled around aimlessly, mindlessly.

    (They have to find her!!!!!!!!!!!!)


    -Mothleap-


    Mothleap stepped gingerly toward her kits. "You two quite your fighting!" She interrupted, giving both hard looks. She shook her head disapprovingly. "Never, and I repeat, never attack a fellow Clanmate."
    Despite her kind personality, Mothleap stood by the rules and didn`t tolerate any of her kits hurting each other or anycat else until they faced an enemy.


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    -Darkpaw-


    Darkpaw had been watching Ripplekit and Stormkit`s face-off with amusement, pausing in the middle of grabbing sticks for the camp wall to observe their bickering.
    (Darkpaw needs a mentor. Maybe Dawnshadow?)


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    -Coldfire-


    Coldfire looked at the Clan camp with pride. In only a moon, the camp was over half repaired, and by the next she would be curled up in the warriors` den, happy. She turned and looked around for her apprentice, half-hoping he was out somewhere in the forest. "CaribouPaw!" She called, tail lashing at his name.
    (XD if Caribou and Cold had a ship . . . . She`d kill him)


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    -Thorntail-


    The tom finally turned away and climbed onto a log, leaping from it to a patch of dry ground. He made his way to the dryer part of the territory and lifted his nose, searching for prey.

    Jungle glared at these strange, squabbling cats. So this is AtomClan, He thought grimly. He turned his head and craned his neck to see Electricstar, but couldn`t quite get a good view. The tom tensed and leaped onto the leader`s perch, meeting the yellow-eyed male`s gaze calmly.
    The younger loner`s eyes lingered on the cats near his own age before he followed Jungle`s path. "My name is Blacklight, and this is my older brother, Jungle. We came from a huge stone forest that smelled of Twolegs, and we came to join." He looked out at the Clanmembers with cautious curiosity, though his claws were still out and his black eye gleamed a warning.


    Ivy crossed her arms and gave Christoph a death look, but she didn`t speak. She knew Cass could feel the waves of furious, annoyed disapproval radiating off of her as she glared at the boy, and would see it in the rising color of her cheeks. Her arm twitched as she resisted the urge to give him a knuckle right to one of those creepily green and weirdly hypnotic eyes.


    -Darkpaw-


    Darkpaw sighed and trudged over to his mentor. "Can we do battle training, Dawnshadow? I`m soooo bored. There`s nothing to do but build a stupid wall- I mean, why can`t we just go live somewhere where we don`t need a wall? Plus . . . ." The talkative Paw lowered his head, "I want to know if wolves are actually real or not."

    (Hello! I love this idea!)




    -Darkpaw-


    Darkpaw nodded, a little disappointed, and then brightened as he leaped up the slope like an agile rabbit, hopping from place to place and showing off to his mentor. He reached the top in heartbeats and looked down at Dawnshadow. "Coming?" He meowed excitedly.

    Farstride stretched, yawning, and flicked his tail as he stood. "Oakstar, I`ll be out hunting," He called, trotting out of the camp and breaking into a run as he headed for the lake. His ginger tabby pelt turned into a flash of orange, startling birds out of their nests. Long legs propelled the Hunter into the air as he leaped over a log and kept going without breaking stride.


    Skystripe let out a soft, rumbling purr as she curled around her four kits, falling asleep to the sound of their soft mews. Even though it had been nearly a moon since she gave birth, the queen was still exhausted by the effort needed to take care of her little ones.


    (No muse, sorry. Also, I made Sky just have the kits born so I don`t have to write about it and stuff. . . Too lazy.)