Posts by Lanternshoe

“ Hello, clanmates. I am Tornleaf. I'm 46 moons old and have a permanent limp, due to my sister, Redstrike.“ Tornleaf introduced himself. His noble violet eyes scanned the environment and all the other cats surrounding him.

”Totally, let's go,” Tornleaf smirked victoriously. Satisfaction overflowed his emotions at the idea of killing the Bloodclan leader in a slow, painful, cruel way. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to behead them beside Arthur, but he wanted to see one of his least favorite things be washed away into a dimension of deadness.

(Sorry for being sugery dupery poopery late)
Name: Snowfang
Gender: She-cat
Age: 38 moons
Appearence: Entirely white pelt, cobalt-blue eyes, puffy tail, black nose
Personality: Bold, silly, childish, somewhat immature, weird
Backstory: Her parents, Sparrowfoot and Goldenpelt often fought and left Snowfang and her brother, Foxrunning, to themselves. Snowfang held up quite well against the vicious wrath of feuding parents, but emotionally unstable Foxrunning required some support. Snowfang wrung herself of all the empathy she could hold and gave it to Foxrunning. Then came the fateful day their father, Sparrowfoot, left the clan in frustration. Soon after, he was slain by a rouge, which sent Foxrunning into spiraling turrets of pain. Goldenpelt was also traumatized, and could not help her kits, soon-to-be apprentices. Then finally came the day when they became apprentices. Foxrunning still acted like a wilting flower, but Snowfang was bursting at the seams with elation. So then balabakkabanlalabk they became warriors. This went normally, until Foxrunning became ill. He still ill, for he caught this mysterious sickness very recently. Snowfang is anxious about him, but usually seems nonchalant.
Mate/Crush: Nah
Kin: Foxrunning, Sparrowfoot, (deceased) Goldenpelt

”Bye everyone?” Tornleaf whirled around, aggression crossing his shining violet eyes. He narrowed them at the grinning cat.

This is really awkward because my name is Lucy XD
(I'll play a Bloodclanner because I have a feeling that's not going to be a very popular choice.)
Name: Flare
Gender: Female
Age: 42 moons
Appearence: Mangled, gnarly brown fur with cream splotches. Missing an eye, but eye is a firey orange. Long, overgrown, curling claws, stubby tail.
Personality: Insane, cruel, vicious, protective of Bloodclan, mean, arrogant
Elemental powers and stuff: Electricity

Name: Rustwing
Age: 34 moons
Personality: Outgoing, compatible with most other cats, friendly, flexible.
Rank: Warrior
Mate: nah
Kits: nao
Mentoring: Bumblekit, if whoever is playing them agrees.
Claw type: Straight
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A ginger tom with white underbelly and paws, black stripe down his face and one down his tail, deep blue sea-green eyes
History: He was born and raised by his mother and father, Yellowflame and Leafstrike.
Relation Ships: not yet, may develop ;)
Extra: Has always had a soft spot for kits.

Tornleaf gave up on receiving a reply. ”So, when and how do we attack them?” He inquired, swishing his halved tail irritably.

(Oh, oops. Therefore, mentoring is open.)

(Oh lol)
Flare sat in the Bloodclan territory, admiring Lucy's pentagram. She smirked evilly as she watched the enormous pentagram hovered near Thunderclan territory. She flicked her short tail, narrowing her orange eye.

Tornleaf was exultant. ”Yes... Yes... We just to kill the Bloodclan leader...” Tornleaf pondered.

”Ill go hunting,” Rustwing offered, beaming. He trotted into a forest-y place with trees, ferns, and logs. He narrowed his eyes to mere slits, squinting to spot any sign of prey. He waited patiently for any type of rodent to go hopping by. There behind a bush he waited, becoming bored with every passing chunk of irretrievable time. He heaved a heavy sigh as still nothing passed by. He subconsciously dug his claws into the dirt. His silence and boredom was then abruptly terminated by an unsuspecting squirrel sauntering by. The gray rodent scampered merrily across the forest floor as Rustwing noiselessly crept behind it. He smirked as he carefully dodged numerous twigs. The squirrel stopped suddenly to dig into the ground, searching for an acorn it had abandoned previously. As it penetrated the dirt furiously with its short claws, Rustwing impulsively leaped froward onto it. The squirrel attempted to scramble away, which it did. Rustwing chased it rigorously, lunging and leaping after the swift squirrel. Leaves crunched and twigs snapped as he and the squirrel dashed across the forest, Rustwing frustratedly pursuing the squirrel. The squirrel bounded to what he thought was safety on a branch in a tree, seemingly taunting Rustwing in its own little way. Rustwing cocked his head upwards. ”You lil' foxdung rodent! I almost had you seized in my jaws,” he shouted, leading the squirrel further up the tree. Angered, Rustwing sprinted back to Leafclan territory.

Rustwing smiled in approval of Swirlingstar's amazing reflexes. He decided to try hunting again, padding off into the forest. This time he would be super careful. He slunk quietly behind a monstrous leafy plant, unsheathing his claws. He waited without a sound, only hearing the faint chirping of birds. Rustwing dared not even swish his tail impatiently, knowing that if he made a sound, anything could hear it and dart off into some remote area or into another clan's territory. Rustwing examined carefully, trying to pick up every scent, sight, and sound. Suddenly, he heard a small rustling of some nearby leaves. The sound was coming from the left of him. Rustwing gradually lifted his body off from the ground. He spotted a slender tail protruding from a considerably large pile of fallen leaves. Slowly, he crept towards it. The fat rat had no idea Rustwing was sneaking up on him, planning to kill him. Rustwing stepped deliberately over a feeble twig, sluggishly progressing towards the plump rodent. Once he felt he was close enough, Rustwing pounced, clutching the rat tight between his fore paws. His claws penetrated the rat's skin, warm crimson blood flowing out of the sides of the rat, blending with the white of Rustwing's paw to create a pink. The rat struggled, flailing its bulky body. Rustwing performed a swift bite to its neck, draining out the last of its life. Rustwing then seized the limp rodent in his razor-sharp teeth, walking back to camp with a slight bounce in his step. He then dropped the dead rat in the fresh kill pile, beaming triumphantly.

I'll join! I'll be a Spilling Blood cat, assuming most people will be Thunderclan warriors.
My character's name is Deathsong, a dark gray she-cat with a black face and paws. Her eyes are an eerie light gray-ish color, with a tiny hint of sky blue. She is cruel, evil, and protective of her tribe. She is also smug and arrogant, so this not a cat you want to hang around.

Oh.

Tornleaf curiously observes the capture backsassing his clanmates. He silently sat in the corner licking his paws and flicking his tail. He wasn't sure what exactly Foxy was, or how strong he was, but Tornleaf decided it would be in his best interest to stay back. Foxy looked menacing and seemed to be made of a material unknown to Tornleaf. He examined closely from a distance, the jet black pupils of his noble violet eyes scanning the mysterious red animatronic. He then grunted in puzzlement, returning to grooming himself. Tornleaf limped off, sitting in some remote region of the Thunderclan territory. ”Whatever that red thing is, it can't be any good.“ he pondered out of earshot. ”Talking to Thunderclanw warriors like that. Shame,” he continued quietly, ensuring nobody would hear him talking to himself again.

Tornleaf listened carefully. ”Whoever they are, they're goin' down! " Tornleaf said.

Shadowstep padded over Sphynxkit. ”What's up with you? You seem so happy and stuff,” he remarked bewildered at Sphynxkit's abrupt contentment and happiness. He flicked his tail confusedly.

OMG LOL I meant Rustwing.

”I'm fine being anything, as long as we shoo away with unknown group that is clearly sinister,” Rustwing responded coolly. He liked the idea so far.

Tornleaf had been eavesdropping on the conversation. ” A contest?“ he thought. ”That's weird, I guess I wasn't listening” Tornleaf entered, seeing the Thunderclan cats still reasoning with Foxy. Although he didn't care much for capturing Bloodclanners out of the fear of getting more wrecked than he was, he was proud of Deerstrike for the capture. And just because he didn't like capturing nor was skilled at it, Tornleaf stilled grimaced at any mention of Bloodclan. He nonchalantly lay down on some grass, watching. To be honest, he was slightly amused. Having a capture contest? He had never heard of such a thing!