Posts by Onishi

The tom seemed more amused than anything. "Yeah. I could use a new home," he replied as he looked the pair over. His eyes filled with silent awe at this duo. "I am a bit tired, but being a traveler i never mind staying up for days at a time. I'm also glad to meet you."

The warrior raced to her apprentice and grabbed her scruff. She hauled her out of the thorn bush and set her down. "Oh! Are you okay?"

Swiftpaw vanished out of the view of those around him.

Lostheart looked at her son and blinked. She licked him to calm him.

She laid on her side and looked at him. The shock of her bite slowly fading.

"I am good. And yourself Amberwave?" he asked as he looked her over. He was glad to see another cat out and about today. He was always happy to see his clan mates.

He sat to wait for her.

'Uh.. I'm sorry? I'm where?" he asked seeming confused by this.

(Its okay :) they can be good friends or something)

She purred and curled around her three kits.

He purred at her touch and looked around them. "So this is clan land then? I never thought I'd end up here."

"Please," he says as he sits at her paws. "I'm not very good at walking.."

She winced at first, but started to purr.

"Besides if they hadn't messed things up I wouldn't have met you," he mews.

He was watching her and was impressed by this.

Character Name: Howlingmoon

Gender: She-cat

Clan{if any}: Windclan

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

Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): http://www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Mottle/OciCatB_004.jpg

Personality: a loving cat that will raise any kits that need it.

Future plots?: I'll have her try to find a way out of the elite

Rp sample: The tom raced through the forest. A dog was hot on his tail and he new it was bad. His fur bristled as the dogs breath ruffled his fur. "Stupid mutt!" he yowled as he raced towards his den. He was to slow and the dog had him. It shook the tom like a rag doll and the tom felt his life fade slowly. Soon the dog dropped the now dead tom and padded off.

Pelt of choice: A grey she-cat with a white belly and dark black stripes.

Personality: A fun loving she-cat that only wants to be free. She wants to explore the world and even see one of the clans.

"That was very goo! Lets get your warrior name."

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didnt mean to make you blush!" he mews as he looks at his paws.

It was a marvelous day today. For once in six days, there were very little cloud coverage. The sun was shining, and the queen lifted her face to the sky and enjoyed the leaf-bare sun warming up her fur. Even in the leaf-bare it was fairly lukewarm in the middle of the day, and cooled down during the night. And since Windclan was mostly a moor territory, the cold was constant in leaf-bare.

In her musings, she felt a pang in her gut that hurt her stomach greatly. She was unsure of what this meant, but passed it off as nothing more than cramps from her last meal. Which was outstandingly delicious, by the way...

The queen sat upon a high rock, one of the highest points in Windclan, and observed the land. Windclan certainly turned out beautiful. Everything turned brown and red, except for some spots, whose ground was perpetually infertile. But it serves as a decent training ground.

The pain returned. Howlingmoon hissed, curling her tail around her stomach. She looked down at her stomach. "Arrrgh... stop... please..." It hurt so badly that she couldn't help but plead for it to stop. Like that would work.

Should she get help? The pain was growing. But before she could yowl for help from someone, she fell to her side, her legs suddenly too weak to stand properly.

"AAGGH!" she screamed, biting and gnashing her fangs until her tongue bled, but she didn't notice it. Suddenly, the pain stopped, allowing the queen to scramble back to her feet. What the heck was that? She was scared, but something strange told her that she needed find shelter... any kind of shelter... immediately.

Heeding her gut instinct, Howlingmoon took off running, her feet hardly touching the ground. She possessed no wings but she seemed to fly. Soon, she found a nice rabbit-hole at the side of a hill. She slipped in the mouth of the den, and was pleased to find that it went far and deep inside and had dirt bedding. But it needed more comfort. Ambling off, she gathered moss and made a nice bed for her to sleep on. Something also told her that... she needed to be alone. And when her work was complete, she stood back, wincing at the pain, and observed her handiwork.

"Alright... I suddenly feel tired."

She walked inside and plopped herself on her makeshift bed. It was quiet and warm in here. Sooo nice. Then... the pain returned. The queen could not help herself; she squirmed and whimpered, making quite a racket. She was truly scared, and tried calling for her clan to come to her side and comfort her. It was when she noticed some blood on the ground did she truly start panicking. That was when she believed that she was going to die. She yowled in urgency, knowing that someone had to be there.