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    Hi, I just joined yesterday!
    I am a girl. Just so you know.
    This cookie dough I'm eating doesn't taste very good :(


    BTW,☾∂αωηšтяεαм☽ is definitely NOT a mop, minta.

    Tossing and turning in her sleep, Waterfur decided to talk a nice night-stroll through the forest.
    "Maybe this night walk will help me go back to sleep. Besides, the Clan could always use a good mouse or two." A funny scent jams itself up her nostrils... " That scent... it smells like a... a... a fox!" She smelled again, and said to herself, "And it's fresh, too!" Waterfur sped toward the lingering stench, crashing through the undergrowth and sending leaves and shrubbery flying. As she came closer, She smelled other scents. "Great StarClan, there's Stormflight and Cinnamonspice, Skidfeather, and Seatail, and... Willowpaw?!? Something terrible must have happened!" As Waterfur arrived at the scene, an argument had broken out. "Guys, what happened here?" Then she looked at Cinnamonspice's leg and exclaimed, "Cinnamonspice, your leg! It's bleeding! You're hurt!" :o

    Waterfur walks into Brassstar's den, nervous to talk to him...
    "Brassstar? Can I talk to you? It's about Sparklepaw." Brassstar came out of the the shadows, greeting her and then asking her to tell him what's wrong. "Well," she said, " Lately I've been worried about Sparklepaw. She doesn't seem to be doing well in training, and I think something is distracting her. I don't know what it is, but she's just not the same." Brassstar thought long and hard, and finally replied, " Maybe she likes another apprentice and he is distracting her from doing her training and duties correctly." She looked at him and said, " I'm not sure, but I'm going to go talk to her..."

    Waterfur padded up to the two of them, meowing, "Hey guys, what are you up to? How's the prey running?" Trying to keep it casual, she quickly wiped the suspicious look off her face. If anyone knew that Wrathbane and Otterpelt would be up to something, it was her.

    Waterfur was busy smelling the air, looking for another squirrel to add to the fresh-kill pile. Of course, everyone else on the hunting patrol was doing that too. A strong pine scent- the smell of squirrel- wafted up her nose. Looking to the left, she saw it. A wood squirrel was calling her name, sitting peacefully and nibbling on a pine cone seed. She thought to herself, "That will make a nice meal for one of the elders, or possibly one of the kits. Who knows?" And with that thought, she silently crept up on the squirrel, noting any holes or escape routes that it could take if it noticed her. Luckily, she was downwind of it, so it didn't smell her. Right as she was going to make the killing swipe, a sharp pain shot through her stomach like nettles. Hoping that she could still catch the squirrel, she glanced over, but it had already heard her and took off. Then Waterfur let out a loud yowl. "It hurts, It hurts so much!" she moaned, laying on the forest floor in pain.

    Character Name:Waterfur


    Gender:She-cat (female)


    Clan:ThunderClan


    Rank: warrior


    Appearance: Blue-gray with darker stripes, white chest, and green eyes


    Personality:Friendly, helpful, loyal to her clan, yet capable of being very fierce


    History: When Waterfur, daughter of Treeheart, was born, something went wrong and instead of almost immediately starting to squirm after birth like most kits, Waterfur was still, quiet, and unmoving.
    Had it not been that Snowflurry, ThunderClan's medicine cat, had got the kit breathing, Waterfur would be dead. Now Waterfur lives a great life as one of Thunderclan's most seasoned warriors, and is planning on having kits with her mate, Gorsetalon.

    Waterfur said, "I... don't... know... but it hurts!" Waterfur was secretly thinking, I'll bet I ate too much! Or maybe I ate crow-food. I could be eating too much. After all, I have gained some weight in the past moon! Waterfur screeched and yowled in pain. "Somebody... please make the pain stop!"
    Trying to think of what could have caused the pain, she suddenly thought, Am I having kits?! Right now?!?

    (Great!)
    Sunkit, the smallest of the litter, finally opened her tiny eyes. She carefully stood up, yawned, and then feebly crawled outside.



    P.S.
    (my name: Waterfur
    with my elbow: waqteerfvurr
    eyes closed: warwehyr
    nose: wqatretgfur
    slam face into keyboard: y76uh?ghtytrfgujklknbm

    Waterfur awoke from her sleep, thinking that the rest of the camp was still asleep. She padded out, expecting the sun's warm welcome, when instead she received an icy chill. Then she remembered that it was leaf-fall; of course it would be cold at this time of day.
    "I see you've woken up". Waterfur turned around. It was Mossgaze, the deputy.
    "Oh, hi Mossgaze, I didn't expect you to be up so early. Well, I'm going hunting." Mossgaze replied, "Good. ThunderClan could use some more fresh-kill. But do not bring back too much, because we need to make sure there is enough prey when leaf-bare hits." Waterfur thought for a moment, then said, "Alright, Mossgaze, I'll be careful to leave enough prey." And with that, she was off.
    ***
    Waterfur had caught two mice, a chaffinch, and a small squirrel. As she was heading back to camp, a strange scent had hit her nostrils, not like any scent she'd smelled before. With her fur pricked up, she thought, What if it's a badger? No, couldn't be, I know that scent. A fox? A dog? Hmm...
    Just as she wiped the thought out of her mind, a low growl emitted from behind. Waterfur whipped around. It was a cat, but this cat did not smell of any cat scent at all- not even kittypet. It certainly didn't look in good shape; Its eyes were an amber-yellow shade with red lines branching through them.
    A sickly green colored mucus was dripping from its nose. Suddenly, the sick cat lunged forward and bit Waterfur's leg; enough to make a deep wound. She battled this mangy furball, but as time went on she found that her muscles were getting stiffer and weaker... soon enough, Waterfur was unable to move at all, except her head. But even that was becoming frozen. Her eyes darted around in search of the cat; it had ran away. "Mrrr-ooowww! HELP! HELP ME!", she screamed. Waterfur fought to keep her mouth open, and as time passed, it clamped shut. She struggled to hear any signs of help and soon she couldn't hear or see. All she saw was the blackness of her thoughts.
    Well, she thought,just great. I can't move a paw! Now how am I going to get back to camp?