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  • Hey everyone! I've missed you!

    ewww no ear nomming D8 BUT CLING TO ME AND-


    squished


    oh gawd it huuurts, get it offffffff. -shoves-


    IGGY, TEACH ME D8 WHAT'S WITH ALL THE NEW THINGS AND WHAT DOES THIS SHINY NEW BUTTON DO -points to stuff under quick reply-

  • I'm working on my roar! [Coppy~]

    Where I was, I didn't know, but I didn't know who I was. I heard whispers in my head, telling me that my name was Lithierdawn, so I followed that. But it was all I knew to be, Lithierdawn. I knew nothing of who my family was or who my kits were, if I even had any. I didn't love anyone, I didn't even know who I should have loved. I'd forgotten what a Clan was, forgotten that I had once been a WindClan she-cat, but everyone in WindClan now thought I had died. If only I had remembered who I was to go and tell my family that I was alright, that I'd found a new home... They wouldn't have cared.


    I blinked, staring in to the river as it rushed passed. My eyes were green, they were pretty, and I was grey. I was pretty but it didn't seem to matter about looks in this world, it was all about strength and seduction.


    "Hello," I called out in hopes someone would stumble upon me and help me figure out where I was, where I had stumbled upon. My head throbbed painfully and my thin pelt clung to my skin, dripping wet. It was miserable conditions to be in, but I didn't know where I was and I certainly couldn't get any help with cleaning myself up. It was as if I was a kit again, back in the nest curled up against my mother wailing for her aid. Who had been my mother? I couldn't remember, I couldn't remember anyone.

  • I'm brushing up, I'm looking down [Open]

    OOC;; All of my posts will be first person past tense, I don't mind if you use third person past tense. :)


    IC;;


    I was finally reaching an age so close to being an apprentice! I couldn't wait to be made one so I could train to fight for my clan, but I still had two moons to go. I had no family, my father exiled and my mother disappearing, but none of that had ever bothered me before and I was not going to let it bother me now.


    I yawned and looked up at the sky, cloudy and dismal again. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen a perfectly warm and sunny day since the leaves began to change colour. All the big tall trees were so pretty with the multicoloured leaves, I loved it. But I was bored with no friends to play around with and I had taken to discussion with the small bugs that flew around, even the flies were interesting to me when I felt lonesome.


    I sighed and looked around, wondering what my mother would have been doing right at that moment. She should have been in camp, hunting or playing with me, but instead she had disappeared and never returned. I missed her so much.

  • I'm working on my roar! [Coppy~]

    'Who am I? I don't even know,' I thought, looking over at the obvious queen. Her belly was still plump even with the kits already gone from her and in the care of another she-cat for the time being. I eyed her and stepped backwards, feeling my hind paw enter the waters. I shivered at the cold touch but embraced it as well, it was nice to feel the cold. My body was warm with the fear as I stood, shaking under the gaze of the other she-cat.


    "My name is Lithierdawn," I whispered, not sure if what I was saying. I didn't know if it was my name, but if my brain was telling my it was it must have been, otherwise I wouldn't be thinking it. My eyes narrowed as a wave of sadness flowed over me and I took another step back, wanting to flee and hide my tears. I was lost, confused and I was definitely terrified of what was going on around me.


    "Where am I?"

  • I'm brushing up, I'm looking down [Open]

    I had planned to speak to this new cat, the one yelling about the thorn set in his pad, but before I could manage a response a new cat joined us. A cat that scared me, but not because of his appearance, or lack thereof. His starry pelt was what first notified the kit that this was no ordinary cat but the walking dead. I did not believe he was part of their leader - who would without proof? - but I did instead nod with a small smile playing on my lips. It couldn't hurt me to be nice, right? It was just a cat I could walk right through if I wanted to.


    "Hi, I'm Copperkit," I greeted warmly, glancing over at the other kit and wondering just what he was thinking of the current situation we had gotten into accidentally. It was a story I could tell my mother if she ever did come back, but not a tale to tell my father, Ragenight. No, he was gone and I would never see him again and for that I was eternally thankful.