Posts by April Illusion

Im April! Hi!

Ok so i found this site and made a cat, but then i actually joined. How do i know if i still hav the cat???im really confused.

Hi im new!! I have a question though. So i made a cat when i found the site but then i actually joined. Can u find that cat? Or do u loose it? Plz help!

[br]I am a long-coated she-cat with lively eyes and a light, bouncy spring to my walk. Sometimes I ask to many questions but you will never find a more caring friend than me.
[br]There is this kit who hangs around me and can be annoying, but I let her follow me because she has nobody else.

[br]I am a ghostly-looking she-cat with long legs and a thin build. I'm very quiet and attentive, but I can also be very withdrawn.
[br]When my parents mysteriously disappeared, I was adopted by a kindly queen. My adopted sisters and brother are very special to me.

Quietsong padded softly towards the river. Her long fur shimmered in the morning light. She stared solemly at her paws, wishing that there was somebody to talk to.

Oriole glance up at the afternoon sky. The dark gray clouds showed no signs of clearing up. Shrugging she headed back towards camp thinking, "I hope there's enough time to get back before it rains." Her paws glided swiftly over the earth, hurrying to the place she burried her catch. As her paws dug into the softened ground she felt a cold drop hit the top of her head. Suddenly the world was drenched in water. As rain began pouring down, thundering against her soggy pelt, she grabbed the prey and looked around. A thick veil of fog and droplets blurred her vision as she searched franticly for any recognizable objects. Suddenly her instincts take over and she bolted through the trees until the sun had descended. This only fueled her terror as she was deathly afraid of being alone at night.

[br]I am a short-haired tom with a half tail and a slim build. I am very forgetful, but no matter what, my heart is in the right place.
[br]I keep having dreams about this one she-cat that I do not know in real life.

Sandbone walked slowly into camp, surveying the dens and various cats. It was another normal day in thunderclan, the kits restled outside the nursery and the elders nagged at apprentences. Sandbone's light brown tabby fur rippled under his sleek frame. His walk became a casual gait as he neared the freshkill pile. He was eager to talk to the warriors there. He dropped the three mice he had been carrying and sat down. " Hey guys how's the prey running?" He said in a freindly manner.

Quietsong:

She-cat:

Riverclan

Warrior(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe):

She is a ghostly-looking she-cat with a slim build and long legs. She has peircing green eyes. She is a lilac tortoiseshell. She often looks thoughtfull or sad.

She is a quiet and withdrawn cat. She is very attentive and dreamy. She can be a little akward and stubborn at times but she's really quite peaceful. She isnt a drama queen either.:

As a newborn (and an only kit) her mother and father dissapeared misteriously, leaving her with another queen who cared for her. Frosttail and her kits, Qauilwing, Duststrike, and Thornheart as her new family. She became extremely attached to them and treated them like her real siblings. She most got along with Duststrike, her only brother, but he recently died in a battle. She was devestated with greif but has now accepted that he is happy in starclan. He occasionaly visits her in dreams. She has no mate.

Sandbone bent down and grabbed a thrush as he spoke, "Mabye I was just lucky today." His eyes looked happily at the she-cat. "She's very pretty...and nice," he thought. He let out a little purr as he ate.

Quietsong jumped,"Oh hello! I didn't think anyone was here." She sad down quickly and began brushing her fur down. Her green eyes looking down at the ground. "Umm...so why are you here?" She stammered in her freindliest tone.

Sandbone twitched his tail "Oh no nothing... It's just nice to talk to someone," He mewed quickly.His light brown fur rustled in the soft wind. His gold eyes were bright in the morning light.

"No, other cats talk to me," sandbone stopped, trying to figure out what to say. "I guess what I meant to say was that it's nice talking to you." He mewed as he finish up his thrush

Oriole, still shaking, stood up. Her eyes were still wide with fright and her long limbs shivered unter her dripping fur. "Oh I'm so sorry!" She said, her mouth still full of prey. She looked pitiful, her fur hung limply and she was covered in mud.

Oriole blinked."I'm fine, only a few scratches.It'll heal." She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Is there any chance you know how to get back? This fog and rain is unbearable, you can't see a thing." Her fear of the night faded slightly, though she was still scared of the creatures that lurked about.

Quietsong padded slowly to her favorite spot near the river. Her silky fur shone under the sunlight. She sat on her ledge, overlooking the river. Her long legs touched the water, and her slim frame stretched gracefully. She looked like a specter, with her lilac fur and peircing green eyes. A trout swam by her, and she quickly scooped it into the air with one claw. It lay dancing on the grass until she swiftly killed it. She once again relaxed under the warmth of the sun.

Sandbone searched her face for emotion, but after a while he gave up and began padding to the camp entrance. Suddenly he stopped and turned to look at Peachflame." Would you like to come on the next patrol? He asked in a friendly tone.

Oriole looked up at Sickpuppies with admiration."Thank you" She mewed with genuine gratitiude.

Sandbone's ears and tail perked up as he spoke, "Great! I'll see you then!" He had a bounce to his step as he trotted out the entrance.

A few hours later

"Sandbone! We're leaving!" A few cats shouted from the entrance. Sandbone instantly woke from his short nap, ready to patrol. As he crawled quietly from the warrior's den, he hoped that Peachflame was there already.