Posts by .Nettlepaw.

The apprentice was just cheking the prey sources, pretty much mumbling for herself. She found those rabbit burrows at the same place, but it would sure take some time until they rabbits would come out again. She was not very careful not to leave a scent mark or pawpad traces, so it would probably be even longer. The prey was scacre like every other clan’s, but they were, well, nobody died yet. She wondered if someone from ThunderClan or RiverClan died. She thought she heard rumors. She was just on her way to the camp, not entirely awake, when she spotted a dark figure by the border. She gulped, wondering what to do nect. Then rather hesitantly, she walked towards the tom, scent of DarkClan in the air. What could they want? “H-hello. Do you.... um, need something?” she asked, forcing her voice not to shiver before the muscular bobtail. The female with the flossy white pelt looked at the other with oh so familiar deep brown eyes.

Diamondpaw thought Midnight was a pretty nice cat, at first she was alright with giving away her prey to feed the clan. Diamondpaw thought that the rules the clan was into was quite natural, and not really hard or something. But she had no idea how cats raised outside the clan viewed it. Dia was an orphan, but she was taken in and met her mother before a few weeks. It was really need to meet her again, although Berylpaw didn't seem to be too happy. Diamondpaw had a lot to think about, but she noticed the black she-cat in the apprentice den and she raised up from her nest. "Hey, Midnight. Do you want me to show you around?" she asked. She would let her mouth run wild after a while.

Dia was thankful the other she-cat was not too far away, actually a few fox-lenghts. She walked towards Midnight, and would start walking out of the den once the other apprentice aged cat would do the same. Diamondpaw opened her mouth, and from then on, it would be oh so hard to shut it. “So, first, my name is Diamondpaw but friends can call me Dia. As you may know, we have two parted names, and cats of our age are in training to become real warriors and carry the suffix ‘paw’. When you feel you fit in, you may chose your own prefix, but your suffix will be paw until you pass your assesment. Right now, there is not enough warriors for us all to have mentors, for example I do not have any. Maybe you’re be so lucky to get one. Anyhow, mentors train apprentices in hunting and fighting. This is the apprentice den, and there is the warriors den we’ll go into once we’re warriors. There is the medicine cat den where our healer resides. They are skilled in herbs and have their apprentices to become medicine cats after them. We have Hawkpaw, who is blind, and Fogpaw. Our deaf medicine cat, Buzzardflight is currently missing, so we don’t have anyone to train them unfortunately. There is the leader’s den. The leader is Eaglestar who you already met. He is nice and strong. The previous leader, Jasperstar was my mentor, but he disappeared without a trace or deputy. Deputy is a second in command. We currently don’t have a deputy but we’ll hopefully have one soon. There is the elrs’ den and nursery. Elders are old cats and there are queens- pregnant females- amd kits in the nursery. Petalpaw recently moved out because she was six moons and became apprentice, but there is still Blossomkit. Blossomkit is my best friend, and her other best friend, Chillykit, got kitnapped by twolegs and nobody knows where he went. Do you think I’m talking to much?” she asked, ready to continue speaking.

Diamondpaw watched the other’s expression as she took a break and they walked about out of the camp. Dia stopped by the entrance, listening to the other. “Yes, they do. There is also RiverClan with Nightstar, ThunderClan with Blackstar, SkyClan with Minnowstar, ShadowClan with Sorrelstar, DarkClan with Pitchstar you met and BloodClan with Caledon. BloodClan doesn’t have two parted names because they’re not an actual clan, at least in many cats’ opinion. They kitnap and torture cats from enemy and neutral clans and even murder some. They don’t have warrior code and are rather a group of rogues than an actual clan. I’d plead you to never stray into a territory, because you can never know what to await, they may try lure you to an empty street to skin you alive or just cut your throat before you even realize what’s happening. Although you don’t need to worry as we’re allies. Some cats find it wrong, but better be the hunter’s companion than the prey, right? Anyways, would you like to see the borders with the other clans?” she continued talking.

Diamondpaw watched as the three-legged Thunderclanner walked towards the Darkclanner and started talking. "Are you ready to be a parent?" The question echoed in hr head. She noticed the orange female also had a string around her neck. Gosh, Dia wasn't very smart, was she? She wasn't there anymore. Flashbacks ran across her vision as she remembered her mother placing the necklace around her neck, and the white and ginger mix that laid next to her. She started staring at the main coone maw wide open. "A-are you our mother?" she finally got out of herself, lungs feeling heavy.

Now that Eaglestar was there, ignoring the horrible tempting, she decided to help Cowspots. "Yes, Petalkit. We could show you some super cool super secret apprentice only strategies," she said eagerly, approaching the kitten.

"I'm coming along!" shouted the white molly, running towards the two older toms.

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Diamondpaw dashes out of the apprentice den as she hears her leader’s call, almost forgetting she should be on a meeting. She almost stumbled across the crowd of cats, and she sat down in the back, knowing she wouldn’t be called out today, but she wanted to see her friends be happy. Petalkit and Blossomkit were the lucky ones, they would be apprentices together!

The snow-furred molly walked through the snowed land in deep thoughts. The white dragon was coming. She had no idea though. She just walked. But she couldn't help know something wasn't aright. She noticed the snow was getting thicker, the snowflakes covering her body. It was cold, StarClan it was cold... she needed to get to camp. But where to go? There was nothing but endless whiteness surrounding her. She sat down/ Just... she was so tired already. She'd be lost if nobody found her... she'd be lost... she dove into the blessing sleep and the snow continued flying in front of her eyes.

In the morning, there would be nothing, no traced of the snow-furred molly or a possible savior. Her scent would end suddenly on a place with a snowy hill, question if she survived or not. They'd never find her, no they wouldn't. She was gone. The blizzard took her into a new world, no matter what. She would no more talk with the apprentices or try and fail to hunt, nor find her mother and meet up with her siblings. The blanket of thick snow on he fields were all they could find, and she was gone, holding her diamond between her paws wherever she was.

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Hey guys! So probably you are wondering "Ruby, what the hell did you just do?" Well, I'm dropping/getting inactive with all my characters. Because I'm leaving FF. I'll unwatch all my threads, unlink all my accounts, log off and won't come back very soon. I realized when I started writing my book, it takes muse from FF characters and the other way around. I decided it would be best for me to focus on the book. You all people have me so much, and I hit my goal I had from when I came, to improve my writing. Now, I'll write.

But of course I'll miss you all so much! You all people gave me so much. Thank you so much my loves Red, Luci and Ren. I'll forever miss you.

But I found out some things were a little inappropriate for me and also I could've been spending my time on FeralFront better. It also distracted me a lot when I was trying to write. I think that writing and having an ambition such as publishing your book is wonderful and would wish it to all of you.

Your Ruby.

The snow-pelted molly walked through the forest soil in between the trees. The madness in her eyes still shining, but fading slowly as the bloodied beast made her way into the small hole she called her den. Her claws unsheathed, tail lashing. Pupils grew bigger. She settled down inside the small space, staring out into the open forest.

I'm a monster. She licked her bloodied paw, tasting the blood of her kits. How unfortunate. Never got to see the sunlight. She giggled. How did I become like this? I killed my newborn kits. She never wanted them. Those miserable, useless creatures, their helpless squeaking as she drew her claws across their throat.

Tomorrow would be a new day. A day of death and pain. She would continue her work. More kits dead. More mothers suffering.

The loneliness became unbearable. Her heart rate quickened, and she fell asleep, innocent blood still dripping from her maw. Little did she know the one kit has escaped, now carried by an unknown cat, soon to be found in one of the clans' territory.

Plot kitten | 1 SLOT OPEN

Blizzard sneaked through the woods, tail lashing, ears twitching. Her pupils were small like a drop of morning dew. In intervals, a screech was released inside her mouth. "Pain, pain, pain and destruction," she mumbled. She needed to release her rage. Too little blood the last few days. She beat her energy off, chasing prey in the places it was easy. The SkyClan territory was filled of prey with the arrival of newleaf. But the blizzard had only yet to begin. The clans yet had to find out about the insane female.

.Mothshine.

Blizzard turned her attention to the Skyclanner. Poor little thing. She gently smacked her lips and licked the saliva that would be otherwise dripping from her maw. "I don't know where I came from. I only know where I'm going. For your neck if you don't leave me alone." If the apprentice let her eat her food, maybe she could spare her worthless life. For now.

Blizzard walked towards the apprentice in a less threatening and more mocking way. Her tail didn’t move, gently waving over the ground. Her claws were kept sheated. How foolishly heroic. “Well then.” In a gentle blink of eye, she leaped forwards without any signs, claws unsheating awhile she was still in the air. She attempted to fall at the apprentice full weight, using the power of surprise to her gain. With an insane chuckle, she’d try to draw blood with her claws, sinking deep into the younger cat’s back.