Posts by Xana

((Sorry I havn't replied, I've been really busy.))

Xanathea rubbed her head against his. "And I you," she replied, purring softly.

"It's beginning to," the leader hissed under her breath, wincing again. "But it shouldn't be time yet, should it?"

Xanathea, as a leader of her own Clan, was sitting atop the leader's place in the gathering. She confirmed the tom's words with pride, her supernatually green eyes peircing all doubt any cat there had.

She obeyed her medicine cat and layed down. "Why must I bite this stick?" she asked, but as soon as she took it in her mouth the pains deep inside her got worse, and then she realized that biting the stick helped her control the pain she was feeling. She just answered her own question.

((IsamuClan. Want the link? The RP going on right now in the Clan thread is Xanathea's kitting, technically she's about to die, because she dies in kitbirth. Acually, I'll make it a fase-alarm so that you can kick yourself in and she can die later.))

Xanathea came down to meet with them.

((False alarm. Not yet. When she DOES kit, she has one, and se dies. I was gunna have h die now, but I just got her a mate, and his RPer wanted to join the Clan and see his mate for a while before she dies. So right now, it's a false alarm.))

Xanathea pushed, and nothing happened. She pushed again, harder, still nothing. She glanced up at Gingersplash with a confused look.

((IsamuClan:http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…255.msg9945094#msg9945094))

Xanathea smiled to herself, wrapping her long tail around her twice.

Xanathea rolled her eyes at herself and sit the stick out.

Xanathea was still wincing, though. "Anything for the pain, then?"

Xanathea caught the scent she loved to pick up and raced from the medicine cat's den o see him.

"I'm so glad you're here," she purred back, fighting the now-fading pain in her stomach to lap at her mate's pelt.

((Talonhawk.))

Xanathea nodded to him. She went to the leader's den to rest and follow her mate's suggestion.

Xanathea lifted her head.
"Ah, Gingersplash." she rose to a sitting position. "You look troubled. What ails you?"

Xanathea quickly skipped over to Ivymouth. The leopard-pelted she-cat's heavy, massive tail swished. She pressed a forepaw to the deputy's forehead, and closed her electric-looking green eyes.
"Ah, yes." she said. "These creatures you're seeing. Do you know what those are?" Xanathea opened her eyes and removed her paw, studying her deputy.

Xanathea seemed beyond worried. She turned to Gingersplash. "Why is this happening to her?" she pressed.

((Nope they believe in StarClan. Xanathea was a kittypet and was tought the traditional Warrior ways, incuding StarClan.))

Xanathea nodded, though was still worried.

I would like Gingerkit, please?

((Can I just kick myself in?

Username: Xana
Name: Vesper
Age: yearling
Gender: mare
Breed: Quarter Horse
Your Owner?: Unknown, she was tied to the fence of the ranch and left there
Personality: A bit stubbern, sometimes refuses to jump the jumps in shows and will never kick. But she stables easily and is very sure-footed; and she is an excellently fast runner.
She is also very well-broken and is very easy to ride, though, like I said, can get a bit stubbern.
Looks: like Epona from Zelda; brown coat, black up-to-knee stockings and white hairs just before the hooves. White mane/tail, and dark brown eyes that are tinted blue.))

((Awesome, thanks~))

Vesper tugged at her rope. The mare had been getting glances of the inside barn and wanted to explore it.
Let me go, let me go, let me go! she seemed to be saying.

((May I join?
Name: Vesper
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse
Appearence: dusty-brown coat, with white mane/tail; black stockings up to her knees, and white hair over her hooves. Her eyes are dark brown.
Personality: she can get ... stubbern. She always brags about her accomplishments and will be very hot-headed at points, but she is extremely loyal, though she usually doesn't show it, and will defend her friends no matter what. She is very brave, and will be the first to vulenteer to go into any kind of danger, without any acual forethought.))

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Vesper trotted up to them, a rope around her neck, as if she had been almost caught by humans, but easily escaped. She paused upon seeing the other horses, and after catching their scents, trotted right up to them.
"Hello," she greeted almost fearlessly, in an almost questioning-sounding whinny.