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    He nodded and looked into the night sky.
    "Beautiful isn't it?"he murmured.
    "I always wondered, how do they become stars?"
    "I guess I grew up..."
    "Your a pretty she cat why are you out here alone?"

    A screech fills the air as Moonthief leaps at the dogs.He tears into it's throat ripping and slicing.
    The dog lets out a howl of pain and tries to shake him off.
    Moonthief digs his teeth into it's throat and a gurgling erupts from it's mouth.The dog sways and hits the ground.He whips his head around and sees the cat unconscious under a dog's foot.
    He charges at the dog with a furious scream and leaps at it's face.
    It howl's in agony as Moonthief's claws tear into it's eyes. It throws him off and retreats.
    His eyes search the undergrowth for watching eyes.
    He sighs with relief and turns toward the cat. His paws work rapidly and he moves the cat towards a bush.
    "Glad no one saw that..." he mutters.
    He carries the cat into camp and gives him to the medicine cat and disappears back into the forest

    Lira turned a jagged scar around her neck disappeared under her black fur.
    " My name is Lira, Would it be better if I spoke raccoon?"
    (In raccoon)
    I can speak many languages... I can speak raccoon if preferred...

    She pokes her head up out of a different end carrying four rabbits.
    "Wow! there's like, so many rabbits down there!but it's hard to get out after awhile..."
    She trotted over,
    "Sorry to worry you I just got carried away..."
    Her eyes were filled with worry.

    "You are a beautiful she cat, don't worry..."
    His gaze was warm against her pelt.
    I hope she likes me, his heart was beating hard.What happens if I don't get it right?
    "Sometimes, I listen to Lightningclaw and Blidshadow, the other cats of the silence are to busy prophesizing and stuff..."

    Her one eye flashed with a sadness,
    "Not anymore..."
    Lostsoul looked at the sky.
    " I always loved how pretty the stars were..."
    Sadness pricked off her pelt in waves.
    " I never see them the same..."
    "Are you from a clan?" she asked,changing the subject.

    "Deathkit, I must talk to you," her voice raised in desperation.
    "It is important with a prophecy... one starclan does not know of,"
    Her eyes anxious, she took a step closer towards the kit.


    [br][size=5]Fallen[/size]
    [size=4] of No Clan
    [br]
    [br]Pelt: Silver Lilac Tabby
    Eyes: A ragged scar crosses over her face... Imagine it's there.Her eyes are covered in scarred flesh.


    [br]I am a long pelted she-cat with lively eyes and forward-folded ears. I lose my temper very easily, but I never show it. no matter what, my heart is in the right place, always.
    [br]I secretly did something very bad. Nobody knows I did it, but I feel terribly guilty. I also have a horrible scar on my face that cost me my sight.


    [br][size=5]Soul[/size]
    [size=4] of No Clan
    [br]
    [br]Pelt: red tabby
    Eyes: amber


    [br]I am a long furred tom with large eyes and a very long tail. I never had a kit hood and I never learned to play or how to act around others, but I learn very quickly from my mistakes.
    [br]My mother was killed by a bobcat and my father hated me. I grew up on the Bare Lands, a land of vengefully hot days and freezing nights, barely any rain and predators lurk in every shadow. I am sensitive of my past and have four long scars across my face from a bobcat attack. I hate being alon and I have no mate, yet...

    description-A tom, black with silver paws, belly, muzzle, and tail tip. Silver eyes, blind in both of them.
    Role play- Lonely


    Blindshadow shivers from the cold. Loneliness crept around him.
    Why was he cursed to be alone. A wail escaped into the air and he collapsed on the ground.
    Where would he go? His family was murdered and he had no friend to turn to.
    He felt the air around him fall silent, even the birds didn't make a single sound.
    Why? why was he so alone? What had he done wrong?


    [br][size=5]Flamethief[/size]
    [size=4] of ThunderClan
    [br]
    [br]Pelt: red tabby
    Eyes: yellow


    [br]I am a very long-furred tom with large eyes and a light, bouncy spring to my walk. I am restless and cannot stand or sit still, but I am smart and clever.
    [br]I was the runt of my litter,my mother abandoned me and my father is dead, but have fought and hunted from the day i was left to die.

    A screech filled the air and the cat leaped out of a junk heap.
    Her eyes flashed with fury as she whipped around to see a twoleg with a net.
    She darts for the exit and is blocked by five dogs.
    She lets out a furious growl, she feels the twoleg get closer and she streaks toward another direction, passing cats on her way. A wound in her shoulder bleed out as she runs on. She had passed them twice, what were they doing? there were dogs!

    He turned towards the shadows.
    he knew the she cat was gone and stared into the darkness.
    "Speak, speak to me, what haunts my dreams and scars my heart, what must be done?"
    A whisper caressed his ear,
    "A rising darkness seeks your blood, one which is not of the shadows or blackness of night, but of the day lights curse of white blood,"
    He shivered,
    "When will it come..."
    "Upon the night of joy will it come on thunderous foot steps and it will roar with a mighty voice and reign terror,"

    Blindshadow made his way through the forest.
    His foot steps as quiet as he was.
    He wondered, what is it like to really look into someone's eyes?
    He wondered what his eyes looked like.
    Are they bulging?Are they blue? What is the color black?
    None of these things mattered, he was a warrior, not a kit.
    He turned to step into a clearing and stopped.Cats! two cats, he didn't want to intrude and turned around.