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[sup]Bearjaw jumped as the apprentice dropped out of the tree. "Mouse-brains." She snapped under her breath, pulling herself out onto the snow and moving to pull Wingpaw up by his scruff. The deputy had just come to converse with Russetstar. Not take an injured cat to camp! Her hard gaze barely softened as she looked down on the wounded cat and his terrified sibling.

Bierce followed, scenting at the fronds of the den. From what she could tell, there were a lot more cats in this clan that she thought. A purr rumbling in her throat, she stepped back and thought what these other cats could possibly look like. Her whiskers twitched as she smiled t Cherrypaw and said, "We can move on."

[sup]Bierce was going to respond when a shudder of pain came up her leg. Moving to step back, she'd find that her paw was tangled with Northkit's own, and the she-cat landes face first in the snow. In a moment her head was raised and she had her eyes screwed shut, shaking her head clean of snow. "I'm.. Fine." She grumbled out, wiping snow from her eyes.

[sup]Name Rosko
Age Under one year, about 7 months/moons.
Appearance click
He's about the size of a Savannah Cat at the moment and going to grow much bigger than that. He wears a plain red collar.
Sexuality Pansexual.
Romanticity Panromantic.
Sex Male.
Species Domestic Dog (Border Collie/Wolfdog/Husky mix.)
Family Open to play. Unknown.

[sup]Alright. ~

[sup]"Its fine." Bierce said, standing up and shaking out her pelt. Thought her foreleg is sore, it didn't bother a lot. Taking a step forward, she whinced ever so slightly, her tail curled over her back as her eyes regained their joyful glow. "You two kits need to be more careful." She'd say, chuckling shortly afterwards.

"Oh! Surem" Foxshade said through a chuckle. The tom invited Honey to sit beside him, and when she did he'd only rasp his tongue over her shoulder. As awkward as it would've been, the tom could care less. His feathery flicked as he would say, "Bearjaw's a softie really. I think. She hs a soft spot for kits though! That's probably why she didn't shread your ears."

[sup](Its fine.~)

"Yeah, I'm sure." She'd step forward, showing that she was just fine. Bierce just had to get used to this. The she-cat yawned, arching her back in a stretch. The ragdoll would come along to the sit, her heavy tail falling around her paws. There wasn't anything to see, so she was able to meet the other cats.

[sup]I'm going to make a tom in a bit. Seeing a we don't have a lot.

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[sup]Username: Fossa.
Display Name: Dogheads.
Cat Name: Tazrioran
Gender: Tom
Age: 20 moons
Rank: Warrior (starts as loner?)
Personality: Taz is a flirty tom, with a knack for killing others. Though, this isn't because of the influence of his demon. He just does it. He's cold and doesn't care much for others, and so wouldn't mind hurting anyone in any way. He's intelligent and sly and would much rather be in the midst of battle than sitting around and talking.
History: Unknown.
Looks:
[img width=510 height=425]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs7…tailsfoxyfoxy-d5nma7g.png[/img]
Demon Name: Siren
Demon Looks:
[img width=510 height=374]http://th09.deviantart.net/fs7…____by_dezzoi-d4x7azy.png[/img]
His left eye is completely ice blue, and icy flames come from it. He's tall and thin and can't close his jaws all the way because of his long, ragged teeth.
Demon Personality: Siren is manipulative and daring than most demons. He tries to take over in daylight or try to get Taz to kill others against his will.
Demon Gender: Tom
Demon Age: Unknown.
Demon History: Unknown.
Do the cat and demon fight a lot or just go with the flow?: They do both.
Other: None.


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[sup]"He's as light as a feather." The she-cat mewed, placing the apprentice down and moving in a crouch. The deputy motioned for the leader to move him on her back. Claws digging in the snow and the dirt underneath it, she readied herself to have to walk carefully.

[sup]Thankie.~
It is time for Tigerpaw to make enemies.

[sup]As if on cue, Tigerpaw strode over, his head held high and his tail curled over his back. "Ah? So we have a newbie. It'll be found teaching you something!" A smirk crossed the Bengal's face, his claws unsheathed and flexing in the snow. He could already see the glare on Bierce's face that he'd be getting often. The elder apprentice was known among the apprentices for being a bully, and of course, glares were a thing he'd get a lot.

Bierce was going to respond, and of course, her gaze turned to the older cat. Rolling her eyes at his words, the ragdoll would look over the cat, his muscles visible through his sleek pelt. How he wasn't freezing, she didn't know. Licking her jowls, the ex-kittypet would sit on the snow, looking over to Cherrypaw with a look on her face that said, 'Who's he?'

"Yep." Bearjaw would rumble out, moving swiftly forward a few steps. After that she picked her way over the tangled roots of the grove of trees, pausing to make sure the pressure of Wingpaw on her back was still there, and he hadn't fallen off. A few moments later, she was scaling a snow riddled slope. Heaving herself to the top, she'd make her way quickly down the worn path leading to camp.

Foxshade chuckled, mewing out, "Don't fall asleep on me! I need your help do. By time you're clean my tongue will be numb." His feathery tail flicked against her flank as he continued on, grooming her with as much flexibility as if he was grooming his own pelt.

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"Not a surprise." Bearjaw said. "But his wounds don't seem so bad. He just needs to rest. Or something." The deputy moved forward again, pushing into camp. Without so much as a word to the others, she shouldered into the medicine cat den and place Wingpaw in an empty nest. The ragdoll would step back, looking about the warm den before nosing the apprentice. "Hey, mouse-brain, can you hear me?"

Tigerpaw laughed. "So you want to be a hero now? It'll be fun seeing you fail, kit." A smirk flashed onto his face as he kept his tail curled over his back, claws scoring the snow.

By now, Foxshade had finished his part. The tom had picked a nettle out of her fur and nothing more. Stepping back to admire his work, he purred out, "Perfecto." His feathery tail flicked against her flank as he chuckled, gaze on Honey's face.

[sup]"Hah! Like I'm trying to impress any of you she-cats. You all look worse than a pile of dung!" A grin flashed on his face as he looked up towards Skywish. "I'll be seeing you dung-faces soon." And with that the tom was off, tail raised. Tigerpaw was too sure he was going to be told on to the leader. Or be punished at the moment. His punishment would be skipped, and then he'd go back to bothering the other apprentices sooner or later.

Bearjaw would give a nod towards Russetstar as he backed out of the den, her paws daring to almost trip over her leader's tail. The deputy would turn and then sit down not far from the center of camp, sighing as she looked towards the darkening sky. Nightfall was coming soon. She regretted telling Oakstrike to train with Frogpaw. She was sure the too would stumble into more than just snow at night.

[Center]USERNAME:Fossa.
CATS NAME:Leopardpaw
CATS GENDER:Tom
CATS LOOK:
[img width=390 height=510]http://i.imgur.com/bPtGH4A.jpg[/img]
Leopardpaw is a tall, lean, muscular tom with broad shoulders, a slim back, large paws and thorn-sharp claws. He has a long, snaking tail, sharp, piercing green eyes and a russet pelt with a mixture of spots and stripes.
CATS PERSONALITY:Ambitious, sarcastic, rude, daredevil, sly, clever and manipulative. He's good at faking things, is pretty uncaring of others, and acts like a cool guy.
CATS DESIRED RANK:Apprentice

CATS HISTORY:Born from a forbidden relation between a loner and a Tideclan cat. His mother handed him over to the clan, and his mother and father left together.
CODE WORDS:I hope you will understand.
MATE/CRUSH:Too young./Open.
KIN/KITS:Faolan, a Bengal and Blackbear, a Maine coon/Savannah cat mix./Too young.
OTHER IMPORTANT INFORMATION:When angered, its often said that he let's out his unbridled madness and attacks anyone who gets in his way.

CATS NAME:Tigerpaw
CATS GENDER:She-cat
CATS LOOK:
[img width=338 height=510]http://i.imgur.com/EQD0blI.jpg[/img]
CATS PERSONALITY:Tigerpaw, despite her intimidating name is friendly cat who can grow protective of another. She's deathly loyal, and will follow commands without a thought. Even if it men's killing someone. She's caring and more of worrying cat rather than a non caring one.
CATS DESIRED RANK:Apprentice
CATS HISTORY:Clan-born. Her mother died at birth, she doesn't know her father.
CODE WORDS:I hope you will understand.
MATE/CRUSH:Too young./Open.
KIN/KITS:Unknown./Too young.
[font=andalas]OTHER IMPORTANT INFORMATION:[font=algerian]She's pretty close to Leopardpaw, and it appears she's the only one who can calm him when he's angry.

[sup]Bierce laughed lightly at Skywish's words. The ragdoll would stand, arching her back in a stretch. By now, her sore leg wasn't so sore anymore. Scratching at her red plaid collar with a forepaw, the apprentice would say, "I suppose everyone's coming back to camp now? Its dusk." Looking between the two warriors, she awaited her question be answered.

Bearjaw looked over to Guidedheart, and gave a rumbling purr of thanks. "We can share. I'm sure you're hungry too." The large ragdoll moved into a crouch, taking a light bite out of the mouse. "Say, why are you being so.. Nice to me? I'm nothing more than a grouchy deputy." A chuckle came from her after she swallowed, wiping her muzzle with a paw.

Foxshade looked up, and said quickly, "That's Guidedheart. I think she's friends with Bearjaw or something." The tom's whiskers twitched as he looked back over to Honey, his tail curling neatly over his paws. The feathery pelted somali would lick down his raised chest fur, leaning forward to give a brief lick towards the she-cat's ear. "Don't worry about her though. She's a good cat."

[sup]"I don't know." The she-cat replied, shrugging her broad shoulders. Bearjaw looked over to the she-cat before taking another bite, and saying, "You're as curious as a kit." A purring laugh came from her was flexed her claws, looking up to the sky again and curling her heavy tail over her legs.

Foxshade nodded, laying down and crossing his paws. The tom yawned, shaking out his neck fur. "I'm gonna sleep soon. Maybe." He looked up just as Tigerpaw slipped into the apprentice den, most likely giving in to his own sleepiness.

Bierce nodded, swallowing a yawn. The she-cat would begin grooming herself, picking nettles out of her pelt. Tomorrow she'd start training, maybe. She huffed at the thought of another tour.

[sup]Bearjaw looked towards Honey as he slipped into the nursery. "Honey." The ragdoll said bluntly, taking another bite. Though she had a mouthful of prey, she added on, "She seems to fit in finely." Licking a large paw after swallowing, she swiped at the snow, throwing it off towards nowhere in particular. Now lounging on her side, sh stretched her forelegs, grunting. "Great. The soreness of carrying Wingpaw caught up. Now I feel like an elder." The deputy's whiskers twitched.

Foxshade felt his face grow hot and watched the tabby go. He'd jump to his paws, but soon enough regained his tired posture. The tom slipped into the warriors den, dropping onto his nest and curling up with his tail over his nose.

"Oh! Okay." Bierce said with a purring laugh. She looked up to her fellow ragdoll, her tail flicking as she shifted her weight.

[sup]Bierce barely moved. The she-cat couldn't help but smile at Skywish's actions. Her tail flicking, she yawned and stood up. "I guess I'll go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning, I guess." And with that the she-cat bounded off, slipping into the apprentice den.

Bearjaw swallowed a yawn, whiskers twitching. "You should too." She rumbled, standing up and padding off towards the warriors den. She always found it warmer after a long day of not being inside. With that she disappeared into the den, flopping down on her nest that fitted her body size.

[sup]Name: Addervenom
Age: 25 moons
Descriptive appearance: Addervenom is a massive, muscled, sleek furred tom. He has large paws that give heavy blows, long, curled, ragged claws, and sharp teeth, along with powerful jaws. With such strength, he lacks speed. He can take several wounds without giving much of a look towards it. His pelt is black, and on his chest a dash of white. His fur is more tinted brown around his chest and his paws. Addervenom's eyes are a blazing amber. His tongue is split by a battle scar.
Personality(no meet me's): Addervenom is a ruthless, short-tempered tom. When he's angry, he is truly a force to reckon with. This cat would much rather fight than talk things over, and is known to be violent and rough even when he chooses not be. Under his tough, hard, serious shell, this tom can be caring and a kind cat. He is deathly loyal, and can grow protective of another.
History: Clan-born.
Mate: None.
Kits: None.
Crush: Open.
Apprentice/mentor: Open/Unknown.
Rank: Warrior.
Beliefs: He doesn't really care about religion and what not.
Other:

[sup]Tracky.

[sup]Even as cold as it was at night, the ambitious tom still prowled through the woods, his sharp eyes searching for the smallest scrap of prey. In a moment, his gaze locked on a mouse, which looked frantic yo leave. Licking his lips, the Bengal unsheathed his claws and burst from the ferns. His claws were quick to hook into it's throat. Blood dropped onto his russet paw and the snow that shimmered in the silver light of the moon. Not even a squeak came from his catch before he killed it.
It probably didn't have time to blink.
The apprentice would bury the rodent, muttering to himself, "This useless scrap of fur can barely feed a kit." Whiskers twitching, he moved off again, muscles rippling underneath his pelt.