Posts by cherryburst

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    Cherry and Hornet could be friends, they look like they'd get along good!
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    mhmmm happy new years~
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    Hearing Butterflysong scold Firpaw, Cherrypaw would flatten her ears onto her head. Who did this girl think she was? Didn't she only become a warrior yesterday? "Excuse you?" Cherrypaw would turn her cold blue gaze to Butterfly with narrowed optics. "You just became a warrior missy, and don't think you're better than any of us because you got the leader's pity vote to become a warrior." The molly would snap as she lashed her tail. "Maybe if you kept your mouth shut like you did on your vigil, the clan would be much better." The apprentice merely turned her gaze back to the fight that was going on, she was done bickering with some wannabe.


    //ic opinions
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    "Just because your older doesn't mean you can act like Starclan owes you something." Cherrypaw yawned as she flicked her tail against the ground. "Must be sad, only being made a warrior when you're twenty two moons old. I kinda see why you're bitter now, poor darlin'." The apprentice would shrug her shoulder slightly.
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    Cherrypaw was sure that joining Firpaw in Thunderclan had been by far the best decision she had made. Within her seven months of living, the molly had expanded her horizons, started her training, build herself a bundle of friends, established herself within a clan and ventured out to make more friends from other clans. If she had done this, she could only imagine what her brother had done in his time. All these things were something Cherry could say she was honestly proud of, but one thing she wasn't was her not talking to Firpaw much. They were siblings, alone in the clan without the rest of their family, and yet it seemed that neither of them had the time to talk to one another. After training with Charredface, Cherrypaw had decided that she'd change that. She'd reach out to her brother. The molly took her time hunting afterwards and caught a rabbit and a robin, though the rabbit was a close catch, she was happy she had caught it. Padding into camp, the apprentice would drop off the robin to the Nursery before bringing the rabbit to where she thought Firpaw might be. Her voice was quiet, but questioning as she spoke.


    "Firpaw?"
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    Cherrypaw too, worked endlessly, though Thunderclanners were a bit more doubtful of her, due to her loner heritage, and that was kinda okay with Cherry at this point. She had been accepted, and she was working to prove herself, which she had already begun to do. At this point, it was just up to her to build that respect up more and more. "Awesome, where should we hunt darlin'?" The molly would purr out as she licked her chest fur to fix a piece that was sticking out. Curling her tail, Cherrypaw would gather herself and stretch out her legs. She was ready for a hunt.
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    Cherrypaw was the next to appear, her deep blue eyes focused on Raggedstar before they traveled her gathering clanmates. Choosing silence over speaking, the apprentice would tilt her head and take a seat and curl her tail around her paws. Raggedstar was here a lot, hopefully, things were okay, but if Raggedstar herself was here to deliver the message, it probably wasn't. Lovely.
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    "C'mon guys relax, I'm sure it was a joke." Cherrypaw would arrive quickly, a small mouse clamped in her jaws. Her deep blue eyes traveled the kit and the molly would tilt her head. "Why don't you wanna stay in Shadowclan, darlin'?" It was a perfectly valid question, and hopefully it would shed some insight on all the sudden Shadowclanners. Curling her tail around her, the molly would pause and wait for a response.
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    "CHARREDFACE?" The apprentice would watch her mentor be thrown to the ground, but she had no time to investigate her mentor yet. Unsheathing her claws, the molly would attempt to throw herself at the dog's hindquarters. If she were sucessful, the apprentice would then try to bite and tear at any flesh she could. Starclan help us! She'd think as she would carry out her attempted attacks.
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    ^dittoing oh my god
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    Searing pain tore through her shoulder as teeth dug into the muscle and flesh. Blood began to pour out of the bitemarks. Pulling herself away, the apprentice fell to the ground, and she took a moment before getting back up. Pain pulsed from her wound, but she wasn't going to give up quite yet. Spotting Charredface out of the corner of her vision moving, the molly would let out a low sigh. Good, he was alive. Swallowing, the apprentice gathered her courage and began to race at the canine again. This time she'd focus on the hind legs, and she'd be biting and tearing at whatever flesh she could get close to. Her movements were a bit slower due to her wound, however.
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    Rank: apprentice
    Hair Length: short
    Fur Color: light brown tabby with darker brown markings
    Eye Color: deep blue
    Scars/Other: slight scar on her shoulder from a dog bite
    References?: in tags
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    I'd go for Bloodclan as stygian said ^^
    you'll be able to develope her better over there with the whole murdering stuff,
    plus realistically no pro-clan is likely to take in a kit who's already murdered, I think
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    bonding thread with his older sister?
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