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Acornpaw vanished in the bushes just ahead of Quarterpaw. She led the way along thw winding path to the Hiltop. The blizzard was growing steadily more intense, but she thought that perhaps a crow or maybe a thrush would be pecking around for food. Her tortoiseshell pelt was well groomed, and she padded steadily away. She scented the air, but didn't smell anything but frost. Acornpaw sighed. This was probably a waste of time. Nevertheless, she continued, and waited for Quarterpaw to catch up. "Smell anything?" she asked softly, though her words were hard to catch in the blizzard.

[size=1]Gorsefang smiled, and before Zerogravity could reply, he lunged at Greatwhite. His tail streamed out behind him, though his claws were sheathed. He guessed that, before long, all three cats would hae claws unsheathed. The snow soaked his pelt, but he continued to look quite large.[/size]

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As for Featherfoot's banner, I had it done, but then I saved over it ><. Ill get you one on Monday hopefull!

Acornpaw scented the beeze as she'd done eariler. He was right, there was a faint but fresh smell of mouse. It it weren't so snowy perhaps she would be able to see it. "I think your right," she mewed hesitantly.

OOC; Sorry for short post, Ill be more articulate later ><

Oh yeah, im really sorry Kiara, the pics you gave me didn't work. I can redo it if you'd like though! XP

Gorsefang felt Greatwhite struggle beneath him. They'd landed on a flat rock, cushioned by snow. Gorsefang felt a paw skim his shoulder, and before he could react, the tom felt a paw whack his foreleg. Gorsefang attempted to twist Greatwhite to pin him down, belly first, as he tried to batter him with his hind paws.

Cherrykit's Personality: Cherrykit is brave. Often she longs for the freedom of the forest world, away from camp, and the crammed nursury. She is quite hilarious and tries to lighten up any situation. If anycat bothers her, she will quickly confront them and clear up the problem. She prefers to win her battles with wit and word, but will use her claws if the need be. Cherrykit is nearly always in a good mood, and often gossips. She is generous and kind, but sometimes needs time to herself- to think.

Yay! Thanks sooooo much!

*Cuddles Cobalt*

Cat's Name: Goldsnake
Cat's Age: 24 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>Goldsnake is a long furred, bright ginger pelted she-cat. She has pale blue eyes, that are penitrating yet intesify atmospheres when cats enter her presence. Goldsnake has long, white whiskers and firey orange tabby markings. The warrior appears quite large, but its mostly her thick fur that gives her a terrifying appearance. Her muzzle has a skiff of white at the edge. A long scar runs down her foreleg, from a bloody battle as an apprentice.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Goldsnake is quite violent. She has a snappy temper, and any cat defying her will get their ears clawed off. Most of the senior warriors think she's just grumpy, but she's more than that. Goldsnake has an angry nature, and enjoys pain and blood. She is sometimes confused in her dark mind about why. She never feels pity or goves mercy. </blockquote>History: <blockquote>Goldsnake recived her warrior name in a strange way. One morning in greenleaf, she and her best friend Silverpaw were out hunting. At this time she was known as Goldpaw. Goldpaw loved adventure. As the pair hunted, Silverpaw suggested they go to Snakerocks. Goldpaw agreed without hesitation. The apprentices hunted for a while, when an adder appeared out of virtually nowhere. Angrily, Goldpaw leapt for the snake as it attempted to strike Silverpaw. Luckily, Silverpaw had ducked out of the way, and Goldpaw killed the adder. Later that same day, Silverpaw had boasted how strong Goldpaw was. Goldpaw became Goldsnake.

Goldsnake's personality became more reconizable when Silverfeather was killed by a rogue over territory. Goldsnake had been there, and made sure the rogue paid the price. Often, Goldsnake still has nightmares of blood stained on her paws. </blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>Woo!</blockquote>

Ill start ASAP!

[size=1]<blockquote>Argote felt air burn into her tiny lungs. She let out a faint mewl, she was confused by the darkness. The tabby point felt solid earth under her paws, but the scent of her mother never faded. The tiny kit mewled again. Argote suddenly felt icy cold creep into her fur like a snake. The bundle wriggled determindly towards her mother's scent, until she found long fur. Argote burrowed into it, and smelt a new scent, simalar to her mother's, yet unique. It was her siblings, but Argote didn't know that just now.</blockquote>[/size]

Haha, yeah i thinks its more like a bazilion fourhundred and ninety seven point five three, or at least thats what it feels like ><

Omigosh! Thank you so much! *hugs Cherrykit*

Gorsefang felt Greatwhite wriggle ferociously. He staggered; it was difficult to keep his grip with claws sheathed. Gorsefang figured this was enough to get Greatwhite ralled up, so jumped off gracefully. He swished his tail and glared at Greatwhite.

[size=1]<blockquote>Argote lisnened, teeny ears pricked, and thought she reconized a voice. Perhaps it was her mothers. She gazed, eyes closed, in the direction of the noise, and opened her jaws. A mewl escaped them, and she curled her miniature pink tongue. The kit's fur was fluffed up by now, and she was warm. Argote had brown tabby stripes on her face, and was quite adorable.</blockquote>[/size]

Gorsefang leaped away gracefully from Greatwhite. His eyes turned to stare at Deviantpattern. His claws unsheathed, but no other signs of aggression showed. The warrior's eyes pierced the atmosphere, and the snow blowed wildly around the cats. "What brings you here," Gorsefang asked, not angrily, but ominiously.

[size=1]Dispite the warmth around her quickly fading away, Argote was determined not to leave her mother's warmth. She'd already reconized Kiana as her mother, and dared to say so. If she could speak, that is. Argote twisted her head in the direction of Dusk and her siblings. A strange scent wafted from that direction, and she opened her tiny pink mouth and let out a hiss.[/size]

Garnet slowly, blindly, turned his head towards his mother. He couldn't see her, and this frustrated him. He opened his tiny pink mouth wide, and let out a mew. Determindly, he wriggled towards her scent and warmth, until he discovered a new scent. He wasn't sure what this was, but could feel it moving beside him. Garnet began to suckle, warm milk comforting his belly.

[size=1]OOC: Sorry I havent replied in forever. Been busy getting ready for the holidays!

Acornpaw turned to stare at Quarterpaw, and nodded at his suggestion. She halted, aware that the mouse couldn't spot her, and slowly lifted a paw. She's learned how to hunt this style from a stupid ThunderClan apprentice, willing to share his secrets at the Gathering. Acornpaw's tortie pelt blended well with the undergrowth, but she stuck out in the snow. Her paw crunched in the soft, fluffy substance, and she cringed. Finally, as she neared her prey, Acornpaw pounced. Her powerful hindlegs carried her, and the mouse felt fangs piercing its neck. It was dead in an instant. Acornpaw turned around, proudly showing Quarterpaw her catch.[/size]

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Everyone Im SOOOOO sorry for taking sooooooo long!
I need to close the shop to finish these!
After the break I PROMISE to be more diligent!