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Gruesome looked at her with a little confusion in his eyes. It was the first time he had shown emotion in a long time. If fact, he think last time was... that horrible night. No, he wouldn't think of that. No one must know, no one must see. He turned his head to his paws, glancing at her with surious eyes. He couldn't think of an anwser. Who was he? "I am who I am, Gruesome." Where [i]do I come from? He might as well tell her, for she was going to find out anyway. "I came from the clans, but ran away after I was apprenticed...." He kept his head down, trying to conceal the tears that were coming. He bit his lower tongue, keeping it from quivering. He finally dared to look up at her. The tears were gone, but his face showed sadness, one that would hang over him like a storm.

Thanks so much Yew! -huggles Hannibal- will you PM when the birthing starts?

If you want a kit, please follow the gentics and pick a reasonable name that fits. No RP samples, No post count. I just ask that you are active and stay active with these kits. Here's the gentics:

Female kit colours:

Half of them roughly, will be pure white. The rest can be: Calico, Tortie, Black or black and white.

Male kits:

About half will be white, more or less. The rest: Red tabby, black, or red tabby/white, or black/white.

These are Shadowclan. Hallowfire is the mother and Huntpaw is the father. Four kits are in the litter. Oh, and since Groovy supplied no eye colors, they can be copper or green (I'm guessing. Correct me if I'm wrong).

Kit #1: Red tabby with green eyes and white spots- She-cat - Cinnamonkit
Kit #2: Resevred (Daimondtail)
Kit #3: OPEN
Kit #4: OPEN

Here's the fourm if you still want a kit:

[ooc;; Should we just stop here or keep going?]

[ooc: Alright, I'll get one. I'll PM you when it is created.]

Just PM me when it starts.

Gruesome snapped back into his normal, unemotional, self quickly. He looked at her, Sapphiremoon, and grinned as she did. "Well, we can't let you strave can we? Come, I know a place where we can get some food." Gruesome looked down at his snow-flaked paws. He shook his fur, finally revealing the true, night like pelt he had. He stood up slowly, the journey here still aching on his paws. Finally, he stood straight. With a flick of his tail, he ventrued across the street into an alley. He got down low, demostrating his Thunderclan hunting skills. He waited paiently for a couple seconds until a rat dared came out. He quickly leaped at it, snapping it's neck in his powerful jaws. He picked up the limp rat and dropped it near Sapphiremoon. "You can have it, if you want. I can always get more."

Hollowleaf rolled her eyes and turned around. "Do you want us to take you into camp, leave you here and bring you food, or take straight into the mountains. Either one you chose, you can't stay forever. I'm sorry. It's just the way Shadowclan works. Ain't that right, Darkcinder?"

After much debating, and I mean alot, I have decided that rainears gets kit #3, and Lotus gets kit#4. I'm sorry to iLime and Eclipsewing. I will have other litters coming out soon. Rainears and Lotus, I will PM you when the birthing starts.

Darksnow walked into the old barn on the territory they, meaning Ghostheart and him, and just claim. A stale scent of other cats filled the room, but nothing else. Not even prey. He turned around and was so excited, he could barely contain himself. "Ghostheart, you gotta come see this!"

Yea, That will be fine. So, do you want to start now?

87% chance that my cat is going to come back from the grave and kill me! This is just plain scary....

Alrighty.

After the process, Tansypaw was exhusted. It was wonderful, though. It felt so good to her. She shook off all the dirt, and licked her fur down. She smiled at Fogpaw, and came up next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "What to do now? Ya' know, we are surely to be banned from the clan..." Her vocie trembled as she realized she was right. They would get banned, exiled. Well good! She wanted to be free! She wanted to be the best! She wanted kits! Ah, but if only that could happen in the clans. No, she had to sit and wait. If they were in the clans! Oh, what were they going to do? She let a sigh exscape her mouth, but it was a realize of stress sigh. Not a, "Oh this is beautiful and I hever want it to end" sigh.

Gruesome looked at Sapphiremoon with curiosty. He was starting to show his own emotions. It was scaring him, actually. He had never done this before. Most cats he pushed away, never letting get close to his own heart. He had let Sapphiremoon in, though, without a raise of a claw. He didn't know why... He stopped thinking about it. It would only make things more difficult and his head hurt. "Well, you can look around for mice. I would check the trash can. Scenting doesn't work here, by the way." He grabbed the rat and tore into it delicatley. He savored each little bite, chewing with utterly slow. He always ate this way, intstead of quick. He just always did. He stopped when he heard Sapphiremoon's vocie once more. "Yes, I miss the grass pricking at my pelt, and the river splashing over me, and the trees whispering in my ears. I do not miss the clans however. I never will." He replied back with no emotion. He shuttered at how close he had come to telling her. She would most surely ask. What would he say afterwards? No, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

Skygorge ran from camp. Away from his other kits. Away from the comments. He couldn't take it! He couldn't take it at all! He was one to ran away, here's proof. He did understand why cats couldn't just accept it! He left nothing put scent and pawprints behind. And a couple words to his kits, who were so young they couldn't understand. He kept running until he reached the border. That's when he slowed down. He came into a trot. His blue-grey fur was shining in the sun, his blue eyes flaming. He looked back, still walking, to see if any were following. He was just about to turn around when he hit something. It was another cat. A she-cat he could tell that much. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?" His voice was deep and crackling from recovering from greencough. He looked at the she-cat sizing her up, and checking her out. She was pretty. He was hadnsome. What more did they need?

Wildheart, after this litter they will have more if you want to wait...

Cat's Name: Dreamsong
Cat's Age: 57 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>

Dreamsong is not the biggest she-cat ever. Her small, compact frame and lithe, short fur makes her ideal for Windclan's territory. She is a brown tortishell. Her eyes are a bright green.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Dreamsong, as her name suggests, is very dreamy. Even from the start she was dreaming of having great plans. She gets bored very easily and has a very short attention span. She is the one of the best hunters in the clan. She is very sickly during leaf-bare, though, beacuse she is alregic to Catmint. She likes excitment in her life so she can never get bored. She is very caring and loves kits.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Dreamsong was born and raised true Windclan. She was very sickly from the start, though, and she still is. She had greencough from birth, and when the medicine cat tired to give her catmint, she devopled a rash and her throat swelled. She was lucky to surivive both of them at the same time. She was a miracle. Her mother died from greencough, and so did her other sister. She was raised with her father, Badgertree. He was massive and cool. She loved to hang out with him, even into her warriorship. Then he died a sudden death. No one knew how, or why. He just complained of a pain in his chest area and died (Heartattack). She is still upset by it.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>See Hollowleaf's bio</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>none</blockquote>

Hello to all. I wasn't sure whether to put this is in the plot section or here, so I decided to just put it here.

Cat's Name: Dreamsong
Cat's Age: 15 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance:
Dreamsong is not the biggest she-cat ever. Her small, compact frame and lithe, short fur makes her ideal for Windclan's territory. She is a brown tortishell. Her eyes are a bright green.
Personality:
Dreamsong, as her name suggests, is very dreamy. Even from the start she was dreaming of having great plans. She gets bored very easily and has a very short attention span. She is the one of the best hunters in the clan. She is very sickly during leaf-bare, though, beacuse she is alregic to Catmint. She likes excitment in her life so she can never get bored. She is very caring and loves kits.
History:
Dreamsong was born and raised true Windclan. She was very sickly from the start, though, and she still is. She had greencough from birth, and when the medicine cat tired to give her catmint, she devopled a rash and her throat swelled. She was lucky to surivive both of them at the same time. She was a miracle. Her mother died from greencough, and so did her other sister. She was raised with her father, Badgertree. He was massive and cool. She loved to hang out with him, even into her warriorship. Then he died a sudden death. No one knew how, or why. He just complained of a pain in his chest area and died (Heartattack). She is still upset by it.

Here's what I have planned:

As you know Dreamsong likes excitment and adventure. So she will go out into the clans in search of someone she loves. The only problem is that she finds "the one, possibly" in every single clan. So she decides to mate with two of them and DQ the other two. She choses Windclan and Shadowclan. So she mates with them both, but still can't decide. Now she has a problem because she is pregnant with both of the tom's kits. The two toms look nothing like each other. Afraid, she confesses out of pressure to the two toms. The windclan tom is furious, but the Shadowclan one understands. She realizes that he is the one for her and she runs away to be with him.

So now the postions:
Windclan tom:
Shadowclan tom:
Riverclan Tom:
Thunderclan Tom:

What's his personality, description, ect.