Posts by Violetblossom

Violetblossom looked up and squinted. "And you are?" She was not very good at first impressions.

Sparrowkit strolled deeper into the forest. A hefty animal stumble out. Sparrowkit stiffed up and tried to take a swipe at its face. The creature fought back digging its claws into her eye.

Stormheart stumbled back, surprised. "Sorry! Didnt see you there." There was a kindness in his eyes.

"What clan?" This cat gave her a vibe that told her not to ward him off.

Willowpelt closed her eyes. She was expecting kits, but the father was a loner who had died a week ago. If only someone could pretend to be the father, she thought. Her heart sank at this thought, but it was the only reasonable choice.

Willowbranch smiled wearily at Nightwhisper. (Sorry, I meant Willow BRANCH before.) She looked worried.

"Stormheart." He smiled, the river's reflection glinting off of his silvery eyes. "I've seen you around camp."

Sparrowkit woke up sleepily. Her left eye was burning with pain. She gazed up at Spottedbreeze, the cat who had saved her. She walked to the puddle next to a tree. Her good eye peered down. Her other eye was red, swollen, and bleeding. Sparrowkit found that she could not see out of it. You're blind. How could you be so stupid as to try and fight a badger?! Now you're blind. She didn't care that she still had another working eye. Blind is blind.

Sure! Here is the recap. They live in the cliffs. Orchidstar chose someone to be deputy, as long as they prove they are worthy of it. Nimblelegs is mad about it. Nimblelegs has Sapphirepaw as an apprentice. Niblelegs and Sapphirepaw met Ivypaw, a loner while hunting. They offered to show her the "lightning strike" move and then take her to Orchidstar. Sorry, that's all I remember!

Character Name: Wiltedtwig

Gender:Male

Clan{if any}: Shadowclan

Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Elder

Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Short, light brown fur with some white and gray around the muzzle. Gray/green eyes. Many battle wounds and scars. He keeps his head and body lowered mostly, with his eyes sunken. He is slow. His fur is patchy and matted, with some spots of fur falling out.

Personality: Great sense of humor, but weak and fragile. He is blind.

History(Not needed): He used to be named Fiercestrike, for being brave, loyal, and an extremely good fighter. But his old age slowed him down. He turned blind and his limbs became weak and shaky. His once gleaming coat became merely minimal hairs. This earned him the named Wiltedtwig. The one thing that was preserved throughout the years was his ability to joke. His mate died many years ago from greencough.

Character Name: Boldstep

Gender:Male

Clan{if any}: Thunderclan

Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe):warrior

Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!):Dark charcoal gray with bright green eyes

Personality: brave, strong, tough, flirty, mischievous, fun

History(Not needed):

Willowbranch froze. "They... They think my kits are yours?" She acted surprised, but she was rejoicing insid of her head.

Sparrowkit shot around, surprised. "Uhh... Yes. I mean no. I guess..." The words fumbled around in my mouth. "I mean... I lost an eye! I. I guess I'm not feeling ok." She sounded clumsy.

(I'm assuming she's Riverclan because of her name and the fact that she's by the river?) He raised an eyebrow. "Riverclan?" Although newly met, he was strangely quiet yet charming.

(Is she a loner?) Stormheart frowned slightly. "I... I've seen you on Riverclan camp ... You're a loner?"

"You would really do that? Oh, thank you!" she nuzzeld his cheek graciously. "And I do love you, Nightwhisper. It's... Everthing's too complicated... But i'm glad I have someone like you to help me." Her eyes gleamed. "And if you're 'the father,' I guess I'll just have have to love you back. I mean, we're mates now..."

"Ok, let's have the full story."

"I'm Sparrowkit. I saw you in camp. You're Spottedbreeze." She mewed softly, "Are you living in the nursery?"

"I'm happy you could help, too," she whispered.
Suddenly, she felt a jolt. She winced in pain as she said hoarsly, "Get me to the medecine cat."

There was pity in his eyes. "Would you ever consider switching back to clan life?"