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    Willowkit apologized to Twistedkit, "I'll bring you back 5 voles to prove it!" She amusingly mewed. Twistedkit giggled. "Yeah right.." He teased. She puffed up her fur, trying to act bigger and stronger.

    Coldfur kept most to herself, she was still greiving after Mudclaws death and didn't do much execpt stay in the nursery. "I bet we could, you know bring back hundreds of big plump voles!" Willowkit whispered to Twistedkit. "I..I don't know..remember last time?" Twistedkit replied. "I know..But theres no climbing envolved." Twistedkit agreed, but still felt it was wrong. The kits then snuck out of the camp.

    Willowkit was awed by the outside, the trees were bigger than last time and the forest was healthier too. Twistedkit looked nervous. "Hey look at this!" Willowkit called out to Twistedkit. Twistedkit followed, only to find a dead hare. "But we don't eat rabbit.."
    Twistedkit muttered. The Hare was sitting in a puddle of blood, not one clump of fur gone.

    Character Name: MaskedFire


    Gender: Male


    Clan{if any}: Leads an Anti Clan that enforces the Dark Forest and shuns Starclan (Nightclan)


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


    Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Fully Pitch black with scars smothering his face. His eyes show no color, as they are simply grey.


    Personality: Very Ambitious, low tempered, and unreasonably demanding.


    History(Not needed): MaskedFire used to be known as, NightFang, a warrior of Shadowclan. When he became an apprentice he began to train with the dark forest, and soon the darkness just engulfed him. Later he recruited fellow warriors to join NightClan while secretly training them behind his leaders back. Once they were strong enough they departed from Shadowclan and began to steal kits- to raise and shape them to become Nightclans future warriors. Lust their kit stealing caused a war to break out amongest the clans. Only causing more warriors to flock to NightClan. Now he waits until Nightclan is strong enough to take over The forest.

    Twistedkit spotted a mouse scurrying along the trees in the corner of his eye. He crouched down- as he saw apprentices train to do, and leaped at it. He missed, and the mouse quickly ran into a small burrow.

    Willowkit noticed how late it was getting. "We'd better go back.." She quietly told Twistedkit. Twistedkit nodded. Coldfur woke up and trotted out of the den to see what was going on. She saw Swiftdawn, and her kits.

    Willowkit and Twistedkit raced back in the camp. Coldfur showed no emotion on her face as she watched the new kits arrive. Twistedkit and Willowkit were 5 moons so She wasn't disappointed that she would have to share the nursery as she would have been if her kits were younger.

    Yuro was scavenging around some trash. He found a half molded bun and dragged it into the shadows. The smell made his nostrils flare with delight at that bitter sweet smell. He flipped it over to make sure their wasn't any rat poison stuck on it.

    Chemical groomed his fur and put on a sly smile. He darted towards a young twoleg kit and wrapped himself around their legs. Being the kittypet he was, he learned a couple of begging tricks. He purred and mewed untill one gave him half of a hotdog. He quickly ran toward the bushes and wolfed down the hotdog. (2/30)

    Yuro heard Sapphires snarl and quickly pushed hiself up agaisnt the wall. His white fur didn't blend easily with the silhouettes but he managed to stay unseen.

    Yuro slid his bun under the dumpster before revealing himself to Sapphire. He stepped out into the clearing and showed no emotion, but ready for anything. "Who are you?" He asked.