Posts by Stormstream

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  • -why did you {change}? {Open}

    Winterleap padded up slowly behind the two cats. A cool breeze wrapped around her body, engulfing her in icy cold. The snow-white she cat shivered, and she considered going back to the warmth of her nest. But alas, she had been cooped up all week. A nice trot around the edge of Sunclan territory would do her good; not to mention a little socializing. "Hello there," Winterleap purred, her voice a breathy whisper. Toms often fell head over heels for the beautiful young cat, mostly because of her mew that sounded like velvet.

  • We're Getting Somewhere Now

    Hollypaw burst out of the apprentice den, a writhing, scrambling mass of downy tabby fur. Despite the fact that it had only been a few days before their last training session, things had changed. For example, she had grown. No longer a mere kitten, Hollypaw actually began to look like a real cat. Her coat had lost its fluffy texture and now was thick and bristly. Her muscles had hardened and when she walked, they rippled beneath her pelt. One thing that wasn't different though, was her bubbly and curious personality. And as the tiny she-cat barrelled through the snow, every bit of her excitement practically oozed out of her. "Whitehaze! Whitehaze!" she yowled as if this were the first time she'd seen the respected mentor in moons. Hollypaw bounced over to the older cat and lunged, crashing into his legs.

    Brindlepaw sulked out of the den, a low growling sound ripping from her throat. She hated winter. She hated the cold. She hated the wet. The mottled apprentice dragged herself across camp to where Whitehaze and Hollypaw were standing. She tried to force a smile but it appeared that she was wrinkling her nose in disgust instead. "Let's get this over with," she muttered under her breath.

  • here we go, go, go, go, go again~ [open!]

    Berrykit tumbled into the nursery, ignoring the brambles as they tugged at his cream-colored pelt. Snow droplets clung to his fur like glue from playing outside in the white mush. Winter was Berrykit's favorite time of year and he wondered why everyone else was cooped up inside. He shook his downy coat, spraying icy drops everywhere.

  • Question?

    Yup! Like stated in the above, if a staff member said that, then you should probably follow their instructions. In that case, you guys might have been breaking some rules.

    If not, just ignore the person and report the incident.

  • War idea?

    Hmm...you'll have to talk to Yew about that. Yew is in charge of the Elite and therefore has the final say about major plots envolving them.

  • We're Getting Somewhere Now

    Hollypaw rocked back on the balls of her feet and her eyes danced with happiness. "Ooh! Ooh! I know! I know! We should do fighting!" she mewed, a purr rumbling in her throat. Now that she was noticeably bigger, fighting would be a piece of cake.

    Brindlepaw rolled her eyes at Hollypaw's suggestion. Of course. That was pretty much a no-brainer. During their first training session, Hollypaw had done exceptionally well when battling Whitehaze. Despite her small size, her sister's moves had been quick and agile. Hollypaw probably just wanted to show off. "I think we should work more on hunting. After all, now that it is winter, we need even more prey caught." she squeaked.

  • We're Getting Somewhere Now

    Hollypaw was off like a bullet, streaking into the woods as if her life depended on it. She pushed through the thorny camp enterance and dissappeared into the forest. Her paws thumped wildly against the pine-nettle strewn ground, for here, the canopy of trees blocked most of the snow from falling in. She was in search of a mouse which should be a fairly simple task; mice were rather abundant in Thunderclan territory. Hollypaw parted her jaws and tasted the air, slowing her pace to a trot. A flurry of smells flooded her nostrils and she picked through them, searching for the piney scent of her assigned prey. There! The tabby apprentice cleared her mind and focused on the mouse's odor. She angled her ears in the direction the smell was coming from and located the tiny creature under an elder bush.

    Brindlepaw followed her sister reluctantly out of camp. Atleast it wasn't so snowy in the forest. A bitter wind rattled the trees and clung to her pelt, causing the mottled she-cat to shiver. Her teeth gnashed together and she couldn't help but think why the coldest day of the season had to be the day of her hunting assignment. Right. She had to concentrate. Forget the freezing air. She had to catch a squirrel. A bit of Brindlepaw wanted to be the first one to complete her assessment, to prove Hollypaw that she wasn't good at everything. Serves her right for being so annoying, Brindlepaw thought grimly. Suddenly, she spotted a bushy-tailed creature shimmying down an oak tree. The apprentice flattened her ears against her skull and lowered her body. A nice challenge. This would certainly put her skills to the test.

  • How do you "Bump" you post?

    Basically, you just post the word "bump" in a thread that you want to stay at the top of the page, so more people see it.

    And like stated in the above, you can double post after a period of 24 hours. ^^