Posts by morgana

"Oh, it was horrible! I was chased by these mean cats and was led right into this trap! Agh, the pain.." The tom groaned, he couldn't bear it.

"R-really? Thank you...Heh, but I supposed I can't walk to your camp with this trap on my foot.." He tried to laugh, but it came out as weak coughing. "I really shouldn't joke at I time like this." He scolded himself.

Frostwhisker perked up his ears and rushed over to Snowpaw, "Where?" He demanded, while he saw his sister roll her eyes. "More rouges causing trouble!" She hissed.

Frostwhisker followed the two cats until they reached the tom. Frostwhisker examined him, and noticed the blue collar around his neck. He's a kittypet.
The tabby seemed excited that help came, if he stayed in the trap any longer he would probably bleed to death. "Help has arrived! Thank you so much!" He meowed gratefully, still in pain.

Frostwhisker supported the kittypet with his shoulder. "We should hurry before the pain gets worse." He mewed.
Thrushbelly snorted, "Nice doesn't cut it. Besides, I already told you, I'm not the one to decide!"

"Stay. Here." Thrushbelly sternly ordered before running off to find Thawstar.

Marshtail nodded and followed Deathfur out of camp along with Tinycreek.

Frostwhisker wanted to rush to camp, but he went slow to make sure the kittypet was doing fine.

"Thawstar!" Thrushbelly yowled to her leader.

OOC; tis is i, the frenchiest fry[img width=510 height=168]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/prof…448152921.jpeg?1448152926[/img]
lol i was bored so i drew so cute cat couples plus a starjump and rosefall because i didn't know what else to draw (yo sorry for the bad quality ;^;)

"There are two rouge intruders on our territory, I think they want to see you." Thrushbelly responded.

Frostwhisker arrived at the camp and padded slowly over to the medicine cat's dem, dropping the kittypet off of there.

Windrose ran up to Frostwhisker while Crowtail stared at the kittypet with a puzzled expression. "Are you okay?!" She exclaimed while nuzzling the white tom.

"I'm fine." He backed away from the silver tabby. Great StarClan, does it look like I'm hurt? He angrily added in his head. He glanced at the kittypet lying near the medicine cat's entrance waiting for a medicine cat.

"Well, it all started when I was at my housefolk's nest. I decided to explore for a little bit, and I wanted to catch my housefolk something. I ran into the forest and this mean tom chased me until I got caught in the trap. I don't know if he knew it was there, but that's what happened." He responded while laying in the empty nest. "Then a nice she-cat came along and let me here along with two other cats, including this one." He added, looking at Frostwhisker.

The kittypet nodded and bit down hardly on the stick, expecting extreme pain. Frostwhisker noticed the kittypet tensing up and rested his tail on the tabby's shoulder. "Don't worry, they know what they're doing." He reassured.

The kittypet quickly pulled out of the trap, his heart racing. When he got out of it and the trap shut behind him, he let out a long sigh of relief. "Thanks! I don't know what I would do without- gah!" He gritted his teeth as the pain came back to his foot.

The tabby kittypet obeyed the she-cat and licked up the seeds. He sighed and curled up in the nest, leaving his back paw out so he wouldn't crush it with his weight.

Frostwhisker rested his gaze on the kittypet before realizing his leader called a meeting. He ran out of the medicine cat's den to sit next to Thrushbelly and Crowtail, ignoring the glare Windrose gave him.

Thrushbelly, Crowtail, Frostwhisker, and Windrose all chanted the newly appointed deputy's name.

Dawnclaw sat in front of the emerald lake, staring down into the beautiful waters of the lake. He was looking for fish to catch to bring back to the clan, Nightpaw sitting beside him, looking for fish with him.
"You have to be quiet, Nightpaw, concentrate on the water." Dawnclaw explained, turning to the tom. Nightpaw let out a small nod, still staring down at the lake.

Deerleap sat near the fresh-kill pile, he bent down to pick up a vole and started to eat small bites of the fresh-kill. His friend, Phantomfur, padded up beside him and lied down next to him, her black fur brushing against his.

Form
Name: Bluepaw
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Sexuality: Pansexual
Looks: Blue-ish gray furred tom with a small white patch on his chest and a white tail tip.
Personality: Bluepaw is quiet and non-expressive. He doesn't have many friends, the only friend he has is Marshpaw. He keeps to himself most of the time, but sometimes expresses his feelings to Marshpaw.
Crush/Mate/Kits: None/none/none
Family: He has no family in his clan, he was found as a rogue kit and his adoptive mother died when Bluepaw first became an apprentice.
Other

Form
Name: Marshpaw
Age: 11 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Sexuality: Bisexual
Looks: Marshpaw is a sleek black-and-white tom with piercing yellow eyes and a short tail.
Personality: Marshpaw is more bubbly than his friend, Bluepaw. He likes making new friends and is very enthusiastic about everything. He can be moody and depressed, but he tries to hide it.
Crush/Mate/Kits: None/none/none
Family: Foxpelt is his older half-sister from his mother's other litter.
Other

Form
Name: Foxpelt
Age: 18 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Sexuality: Homosexual
Looks: Fluffy ginger she-cat with a white muzzle and underbelly, her tail is big and fluffy with a white tip.
Personality: Foxpelt is a fun she-cat to be around, she can be a little shy around new cats. She can be very depressed and anxious at times, she always keeps that to herself in fear of losing friends.
Crush/Mate/Kits: Open/open/none
Family: Marshpaw is her little half-brother from her mother's other litter.
Other

Bluepaw stepped out of the apprentices' den, stretching and letting out a yawn. As soon as he took another paw step out, his friend, Marshpaw, dashed out. Bluepaw stumbled over, quickly digging his claws into the ground to keep him balance.
"So, you wanna go hunting?" Marshpaw asked, wagging his small rabbit-like tail. Bluepaw didn't respond, he just glanced around the camp carefully.

Foxpelt was lying down outside of the camp, stretching out as the sun warmed her thick fur. She sighed in pleasure as she shut her eyes, relaxing in the grass.