Posts by |I m a g i n e|

Jaykit's whiskers twitched. "I think so..."

Jaykit grinned. "Ready?"

Great! And no, you don't have to redo the Personality part. I liked it...If no one else wants PrairieClan in the next two days, it's all yours! Thanks for taking time to do that.

Okay! Cool looking...

Stwikingwy bweautiful... o.o

Even if someone else does want it, you'll probably get it anyways...I like yours a lot.

OOC: Hiya! Ivorykit, a she-kit, needs a best friend and possible future mate!

IC: Ivorykit sat in the corner of the nursery, her eyes closed. If cats could cry, she would be sobbing. Not like anyone would notice, even if she sobbed as loud as she could. Once being a kittypet really left a mark. After all, that was the reason she had no friends, no mother...All of the queens looked at her like she was a fox that had broken into the nursery; a look of hatred, of fright...And they all wrapped their tails around their kits like she was going to hurt them.

Ivorykit had had enough. She raced out of the nursery, out of the camp, into the forest, a cry of sadness escaping, echoing around the trees. She ran until she could run no more, and stopped beside a rock. No cat would notice her absense for probably a few more hours, anyways. Any other kit's disappearance would be noticed in a snap.

Yeah, my bad, I didn't explain too well...I wanted four Clans, but didn't want to run and take care of all four, so I decided to create one, and have three other people take over the others. It's basically the same as a Clan you started yourself, except instead of just one, there are four Clans that have battles and gatherings, and yada, yada, yada...That make sense? I'm not very good at explaining things. Tell me if you have any more questions.

Normally when I explain things, people say something like, 'I have no what you just said...' so I was kind of expecting this to be no better. But I guess it is! xD Glad for once someone understood me...Lol.

Brooke breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang through the halls, signaling the end to another long, hot day of middleschool. Thankfully, school would be out tomorrow, finally the end of eighth grade. She grabbed her stuff and jogged down the steps, trying to escape before the mob of kids came through like a tornado. Her light brown hair flew behind her, her blue eyes sparkled, her dark eyelashes visible above them. She wore no makeup, but anyone could plainly see she was strikingly beautiful, and would've guessed she had a boyfriend. Surprisingly, she didn't. Everyone wanted her just for her looks, and she wanted someone who wanted her for who she really was, and was still waiting for that someone.

Brooke walked down the sidewalk, before stopping beneath a tree and sitting beneath it, staring into the clouds above her, and letting the warm breeze wrap around her.