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Sharpclaw was amazed at the beauty of these kits. "Yes, they are precious. Do you want me to get some freshkill, my love?"

Leafkit began to wriggle and squirm. The warm, soft feeling felt wonderful. But suddenly there was a shift and she felt like ice. Like when she first came out. There was heat radiating off of something, but she couldn't reach it. She began to squirm again, unsure of where to go. Her only guide was the heat that came in giant pulsing waves. She forced herself to keep pushing harder and harder. Something giant and warm was shoved against her. Muscles relaxing, she curled up into a giant ball and began to sleep once more.

Dapplekit began to squirm like her sister. She was hungry again. Squirming over to her mother's belly, she slammed into something. It didn't smell at all like milk, but it did smell familiar. She began to sniff. It was her littermate. She shoved her out of the way and latched on to her mother.

"Wha...who's there? Oh, it's you Bravestreak. Congratulations on your warrior ceremony." She flashed a quick smile at him. Something was wrong. Dead wrong. She normally was hostile and unwelcoming. But there was something about this tom that made her feel, well, nice. She quickly relaxed her muscles. This certainly was something different. She peered into the tom's young playful eyes. There was some sort of sadness in them, but she couldn't find out what.

She quickly pondered her odd behavior. This certainly WAS strange of her. Was she...no, she couldn't be. She had always been a loner at heart. If she could leave her clan without consequences, she would. But the clan was her life. She had always been dependent on them for food and shelter. If she went off by herself....well, who knows what would happen. She knew it would be hard.

Well, I must push on! She heard Bravestreak's request of hunting and it sounded good. "Sure, let's go hunting."

The series is horrible.

The first one was okay, but after that, it all went downhill.

Edward's always like "OMG BELLA, I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU!"

Bella's always like "OMGZ, I CAN'T RESIST HIM EVEN THOUGH HE COULD KILL ME!!!1!!"

Ah yes, my plucky little kittypet Hailee is UFA.

Bio:

Name: Hailee

Gender: Female

Alliance: Kittypet

Apperance: She has a somewhat lithe body with large paws.With her sand colored fur, it would be hard to find her on the beach! Her tail and paws are splotched with white. She has blue eyes that seem to contain the sky. She has a little green collar attached to her neck so if she wanders off, her Twolegs can find her.

Personality: She is a clumsy cat that loves to stumble into things. She's often broken a paw or two because of her clumsiness. She also doesn't know much about the world around her because she is indifferent to it. Hailee just loves to lollygag around and not care about anything. This has hurt her in some situations. Her humor often shines through and makes everyone laugh. She does want to have a mate eventually. Hailee also wants to be able to care for a kit too.

History: She was born to two kittypet mates name Lolly and Hector. Lolly and Hector were ecstatic about their kits. However, a few days later, a rogue tom came and threatened Hector about the kits. Outraged with no other way to take out his anger, Hector tore up the nest. The twolegs were outraged and took him to the pound.

Lolly was devestated. In revenge, Lolly clawed at the Twolegs and was shipped to the pound as well. However, the Twolegs didn't see the kits as a threat so they kept them. Then the Twolegs house was foreclosed so they had to give away the kits. Hailee and her siblings were split up. Hailee was given to a loving owner that cared for her a lot. Hailee has lived her life with that Twoleg ever since.

Gimme a good RP sample and I'll consider you.

Deadline is next Saturday.

Woah....I never even RPed Deerpaw yet.

Yep, I'll make the thread.

Deerpaw strode into the hollow, fur bristling.

OOC: I'M SOOO SORRY! My muse=0 right now.

OOC: Sorry for the late reply. School ><

"Sure, why don't we go hunting together." The she~cat looked into the young apprentice's copper gaze. There was something about it. She began to pad along. "Let's go to the river."

Sounds like an awesome plot! TOTALLY PUMPED MAN!!

Name Of Cat - Ragged
Made or Unmade? - Unmade (Where does the bio go?)
Position -Kit Bearer
RP Sample -

Ragged made her way through the musty room. Pacing back and forth, she sighed. The room was her life, her soul, all she ever knew. Captured as a small kit, she had lived in this room day in and day out. She glanced at the other queen that was next to her. The young queen's belly was swollen and plump as a ripe berry.

Oh the torture. Her kit days were nothing but. She picked fresh from Snowclan as a young foolish one. Promising her all the yummy mice and great food she could ever imagine, she was lured into this death trap. The Elite had tortured her and never gave her the food.

Now that she was a kit mother, it was somewhat better. Her mind pondered this fact. Sure she was given plump mice and fresh vole, but was it really all that great. Confined to the same room day in and day out, she had never felt so lonely. Surrounded by many she~cats, she still felt this way.

I must escape.

Must Escape

Escape.

Shalaesaes wrote:

She'd be a loner, just normal. And remember... Yew's having this start from the beginning. So she can't have an elaborate past with the group.

Ahhh, okay. But I just did it for the RP sample.

But if you want me to change it, fine.

So should I start writing the bio?

Talonclaw quickly sunk his teeth into the fresh juicy meat. He was a tired, cold, hungry feline. The morning patrol hadn't done him much good, only making him more tired and unable to think. His mind kept wandering, but one place it kept coming back to was Featherheart.

He sighed. No one had known where she had disappeared to nearly 3 moons ago. She was his driving force. Every thing he did, he did it for her. Since she had disappeared, he seemed to be empty with no soul, no glimmer in his eyes, nothing.

She was due to have kits.....but it never turned out.

He knew he would have to move on, but he needed a good reason to. And now, he didn't see one.

Oh yeah, and I want Ragged to be kidnapped since she is a total pacifist type cat.

I'm making her bio as I type right here.

NOOOOOOOO WOLFIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Well........come back if you can. :(

Leafkit began to squirm a little in her sleep. Such was natural for a young kit as her. She was warm and full, but she felt a little uncomfortable. She kept squirming until she found a nice cozy position to sleep in.

Dapplekit felt a small nudge. She had run into her sister, Mistykit. It was very uncomfortable resting next to her. All she wanted was the warmth of her mother. Squirming again, she began to head over to her mother. She kept crawling until, WHAM! She had collided with Zealkit. She wanted to push her out of the way, but Zealkit wouldn't budge.

Sharpclaw gazed down at the kits once. They were so precious to him, so beautiful. "I'll go get a few fish for the ladies in here." He purred as he padded out to the small freshkill pile. Leaffall was coming soon, so they were trying to stock up on prey. Snatching 3 fish, he darted back to the nursery. He dropped a fish in front of Mudpath and a few of the other queens. "Here's some fish."

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." He quickly turned away and began to tear into his rabbit again. Everyone had tried to console him, but he couldn't bear it. He had lots of grease slathered over his muzzle, but he didn't seem to care. Come to think of it, he hadn't cared about much anymore.

Name: Ragged

Age: 24 moons (About 2 years old)

Alliance: Loner/Soon to be at the Decrepit Mansion

Gender: Female (Will become Kit Bearer)

Apperance: She has a tortoiseshell coat that is splashed with colors such as gray, brown, and black. Her ice blue eyes seem to pierce the night. She has always been a small, lithe cat that loves to run. Her tail and fur is somewhat ragged, hence her name.

Personality: Always the shy, meek cat, Ragged doesn't like to talk much to others. She always likes to hide in the corner, not say much. But if she trusts you enough, she'll be a little more social. When she is social, she loves to chatter on end.

However, when she is quiet, she is often reflecting the terrors of war. She despises it and the idea of control. In her opinion, every cat should be free unto theirselves, which is why she is a loner. However, she doesn't mind having a few friends.

History: Ragged was born happily as a small kit in Sunclan. Tiny and Sharp were her siblings, as her mother was Earn. She was small and frail compared to the other cats, but she was always loud and crazy. She was always playing games and tricks on others.

But for some reason, she never felt like a TRUE part of the clan. Normally, her mother never seemed to pay attention to her and concentrated on Tiny and Sharp. But yet, she stayed, as was. She kept going on with her rambunctious ideas and attitude.

After constant rejection by her mother, she slowly withdrew from her ways and life. This hole kept getting larger and larger until it swallowed her whole. She then nearly completely withdrew. She could no longer take this constant rejection and decided to leave for her sanity.

I guess you could say she's content with her life right now. But things change fast.....very fast.

"I am fine. Thank you very much." He began to tear into the rabbit again. But this time he couldn't seem to swallow. She was right. This whole thing was eating him inside out. But he couldn't confront it, face his fear. He wanted Featherheart to come back for good. Good. That sounded nice.

He heard Fairydust's question. This certainly was a complicated matter. But what would happen if this went any further? He knew it wouldn't help at all. It simply wouldn't.

"Well, it is sort of a long story....I guess." It had been so long since someone had socialized with him, it was difficult to even utter simple words that he had learned as a kit.

Do you want an RP sample? If not, I would LOVE to have Hiroshima.

*facepalm* Duurr...not thinking. This one is for Hiroshima.

The small kit began to crawl. Her eyes had only opened days ago. Everything was so....weird for that matter. Large giant soft things were dangling from the ceiling near a.....what was it called again? Oh, right, a window. She wanted to peer out of the window. This small tiny room was the only life she had ever known. And so far, it certainly was a dull one. All she had ever done was simply suckle and lay around. But then again, her muscles were tiny and her eyes had opened a few days ago. She had begun to learn basic words like to, go, hello.

Wanting to see the outside world, she began to crawl towards that....grahh, what was it called again? Right, it was window. She had a hard time grasping all of these new concepts. She hadn't been exposed to much. Nevertheless, she kept crawling towards the window. Moving inch after inch with every single muscle in her petite body, she pushed fowards. She finally made it to the window after a short time.

"What are you doing?" Great, it was one of those weird huge toms. They never let her see the outside world.

"Can I wook?"

"No. You aren't old enough yet." The tom knew his life was on the line. That Columbine. He shuddered. One hair over line and you were dead mice.

"Wen will I be old enou?" The kit was trying as hard as she could to mimic the old tom's voice, but she couldn't.

OOC: Sorry to post totally out of Context, but Mudpath, Mistykit was born yesterday. There's no way she can be talking. I thought we agreed on them beginning to talk on Thursday.