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  • SquirrelFoot of Thunderclan

    Name: Squirrelfoot
    Age: 12 moons
    Gebder: Female
    Alliance: Thunderclan
    Position: Warrior
    Appearence: Brown fur with black stripes, mucular, thin but not too thin, small, and she has hazel/yellowish eyes
    Personality:
    She is kind-hearted, intelligent, clumsy, but being clumsy doesn't affect her hunting skills. She always tries to do her best, and she always likes to look on the brightside of things. When it comes to battling she is very fierce and protective. She can be very perky, she hates rudeness, and she doesn't like surprises very much.
    History: Squirrelfoot was born and raised in Thunderlclan, her parents were too. She has two sister but they died two days after birth. Squirrelfoot was born right during the middle of Newleaf, and she loves Newleaf the most. When she was an apprentice she got lost hunting, and she ended up at an abandoned two-leg home. She tried to climb up a tree to get inside the broken window and a piece of glass cut into her hind leg. She got lucky because if another apprentice hadn't heard her yelp, she would have died from an infection.
    Roleplay Sample:
    Squirrelfoot was carrying her prey in her mouth, a fat juicy squirrel. She realized she was in a dream because Newleaf hadn't come yet, and in this place of hers, it was Newleaf. She dropped her prey and she chased the butterflies that were in the field of yellow flowers. She finally plopped down and soaked in the sunlight. Then she opened her eyes, and this time she wasn't in a dream.
    She was awake now, and she could feel the cold wind howl through the brambles. She could hear the pit-pat of the rain, and she could hear footsteps approach the den. Squirrelfoot quickly jumped up, she didn't recognize this approaching figures scent. " Who are you? " she asked with an unertain tone.
    Comment: here's a piture of my cat's figure



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  • Where Art Thou Oh Romeo?

    Squirrelfoot was aroused from her deep sleep, being a new warrior affected your sleep time. The last few days were tough, but she was honored. Suddenly she caught the scent of Inkheart and there, a few steps behind her she was pacing. Squirrelfoot shook some moss off her fur and whispered to a nearby cat " Why is Inkheart pacing? Did something happen? ". The cat just yawned and sleepily said
    " She needs someone to go hunting with her ". Squirrelfoot just said thanks and she approached Inkheart. " I will go with you to hunt..I mean if you'd like me to.." she said nervously.

  • Hi..Im new

    well, gee....thanks a bunch. I am already having fun! You guys are so nice, my sister said that some ppl on here were mean and too strict, but a lot has changed since I last saw it.

  • Hi..Im new

    hmm the last time I saw it was back in October 2009, I think..,
    Well, so yea, you see the background was light purplish blue and there was a white kitty on the top now, where the title is.

  • Hi..Im new

    yea thx a lot guys, i apprciate ur help. anyway speckles wus just makin conversation an tryin to help. so no need to get 222 angry with her. I know it's ur job n all (which is pretty kewl by the way) but yea....

  • Hi..Im new

    oh okay...yea my sis is a lil overdramatic (which means she hates ppl who tell her she was wrong or she did something bad) This site has changed a lot though, but omygosh, groovystar is still here!

  • Where Art Thou Oh Romeo?

    Squirrelfoot was startled by Snowmist's question, she had just started to doze off. " Oh hey " she said sleepily. The white cat was grooming her fur, whih reminded Squirrelfoot that she had to finish grooming herself too. So, she started grooming away too.

  • Mousing, birding, hunting....?

    Seeing that Inkheart and Heronpaw were talking, Squirrelfoot didn't want to intrude on their conversation. Instead, she looked worriedly at the sky, clouds were forming. Squirrelfoot's attention was caught by the scent of rabbit. She sniffed the air and started to look for her prey.