Posts by Inkheart#1

[br]I am a long-legged she-cat with a joyful look in my eyes and a torn right ear. I am very forgetful, but no matter what, my heart is in the right place.
[br]My mother was killed by a cat from BloodClan.

[br]I am a very long-furred tom with passion in my eyes and a limp of the right front leg. I cannot swim at all, but you will never find a more loyal friend than me.
[br]I was born into a rogue group that was the enemy of my Clan. During one of our raids on the Clan, our leader was killed, and several others captured and killed by an ambush set up by the Clan. I and my two littermates were adopted by the clan when we were two moons old. The survivors of the rogue gang are still out there...

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A muscular tom trotted through the shadowed undergrowth, his vivid aqua gaze scanning the forest for movement. The tom moved with jagged, rough movements across the ground caused by a limp in his right foreleg. His brown tabby pelt shone as he stepped into a pool of light and paused to scent the air.

[br]I am a short-coated she-cat with lively eyes and a kink in my tail. I am very sensitive to criticism, but I have a way of being two steps ahead of most other cats.
[br]I was born into a group of evil rogues, and when I was four moons old, I escaped from them, after they tried to raise me to be evil.

Adder can be your crush if you want. Here he is...

[br]I am a soft-coated tom with a joyful look in my eyes and a missing tail. I am a bit naive, but I love family and care very much for young kits.
[br]My father was killed by a cat from ShadowClan.

[br]I am a soft-coated tom with a joyful look in my eyes and a missing tail. I am a bit naive, but I love family and care very much for young kits.
[br]My father was killed by a cat from ShadowClan.

How about Rootsky?

[br]I am a soft-coated tom with serene eyes and youthful, kit-like features. I lose my temper very easily, but I am loyal to the Warrior Code to the very end.
[br]I recently was injured by a coyote attack.

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Rootsky watched the she-cat from the shadows with intent, vivid blue eyes. His muzzle creased as he grimaced at the sound of the twig he had stepped on, Rootsky hestitated as she looked up and began to walk away "Wait!" he burst from his hiding spot and bounded after her.

[br]I am a soft-coated tom with serene eyes and youthful, kit-like features. I lose my temper very easily, but I am loyal to the Warrior Code to the very end.
[br]I recently was injured by a coyote attack.

[br]I am a soft-coated tom with serene eyes and youthful, kit-like features. I lose my temper very easily, but I am loyal to the Warrior Code to the very end.
[br]Growing up my mother was neglectful and depressed, and I was left to my own devices in the Clan nursery. Then my mother died of a poppy overdose.

[br]I am a very long-furred tom with passion in my eyes and a limp of the right front leg. I cannot swim at all, but you will never find a more loyal friend than me.
[br]I was born into a rogue group that was the enemy of my Clan. During one of our raids on the Clan, our leader was killed, and several others captured and killed by an ambush set up by the Clan. I and my two littermates were adopted by the clan when we were two moons old. The survivors of the rogue gang are still out there...

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Blackmarrow trotted into the camp, prey hanging from his jaws. His movements were jagged and rough from a permanent limp in his right foreleg, he paused at the sight of another tom and two she-cats.

[br]I am a scarred tom with mellow eyes and a long nose. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but I am smart and clever.
[br]My mother died giving birth and my father blamed me for her death.

[br]I am a scarred tom with mellow eyes and a long nose. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but I am smart and clever.
[br]My mother died giving birth and my father blamed me for her death.

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Ashenwhiskers sat in the centre of the camp and groomed himself thoroughly, he looked up once or twice though at the sounds of cats coming and going.

[br]I am a shaggy furred she-cat with mysterious eyes and four long scars down the left flank. I am afraid of confrontations and do anything to avoid a fight, but I love family and care very much for young kits.
[br]I have long aspired to be the leader of my Clan one day, but smartly keep that to myself. I am not greedy or overly ambitious, I just want to do the most with my life that I can.

[br]I am a shaggy furred she-cat with mysterious eyes and four long scars down the left flank. I am afraid of confrontations and do anything to avoid a fight, but I love family and care very much for young kits.
[br]I have long aspired to be the leader of my Clan one day, but smartly keep that to myself. I am not greedy or overly ambitious, I just want to do the most with my life that I can.

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Thornskies bounded through the forest, enjoying the cold breeze as it ruffled her fur. This was her home and she loved it.

Blackmarrow dropped his catches on the pile and noticed a small black she-cat approaching the pile "Hi" He dipped his head, eyes dancing in the sunlight.

Rootsky ducked his head, slightly embarrassed.

Rootsky lifted his gaze "Hi Nightwhisper"

Rootsky shuffled his paws with unease "To be honest, I came to see you"

[br]I am a short pelted she-cat with determination in my eyes and a torn left ear. I am very forgetful, but I have a way of being two steps ahead of most other cats.
[br]My brother was killed by his own best friend.

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Leafheart snorted at the sight of a tom and a group of she-cats and flicked one ear, she paused and squared her shoulders, her stance was once that wouldn't be received as one of friendliness. Leafheart raised her chin and unsheathed her claws before sheathing them again, continuing this motion as she took them in. Finally she decided it was not worth her time and waved her tail dismissively before padding away to the fresh kill pile.

[br]I am a short pelted she-cat with determination in my eyes and a torn left ear. I am very forgetful, but I have a way of being two steps ahead of most other cats.
[br]My brother was killed by his own best friend.

(I have to go, but I will reply to this. Will be back on here tomorrow- SA time)

Ashenwhiskers watched the she-cat from a distance, he was memorised by her but was unsure whether he would be welcomed further.