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Posts by ~Rosethorn~
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Maskstar entered the clearing, his amber eyes glancing around the clearing. Dovesong, a newer warrior, followed him, a nervous look spread across her face.
Milkfur noticed the arriving cats and gave them a friendly nod.
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Maskstar returned to camp and set the damp moss in front of Cinderfang. He purred at the sight of the new kits, turned to the queen and asked. "What are their names?"
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Maskstar nodded to the leaders, taking his place next to the two.
Dovesong nervously passed the other cats, watching them carefully. She preferred to stay close to her leader.
Milkfur smiled at the others, and approached up to Softpaw and Duckpaw. "Excited for your first gathering?" She asked.
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Occ: Sorry for being away for so long!
Ic: "Well, I can't wait to see them up and moving." He purred, imagining four tiny kits wandering camp. He turned to leave, flicking his tail in a goodbye, and approached his mate.
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Oh man, that sounds awful! I guess I'm invincible or something, I never seem to get hurt.
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Accepted!
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Maskstar stepped forward, glancing at the cats around him. "Prey is running well in CometClan, we have many strong apprentices in training." He announced, then nodded to Mossstar, signaling it was his turn to speak.
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I had Maskstar report on the other page...
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Character Name: Cleo
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Cleo is a sleek tawny colored she-cat with long limbs, tail, and rather big ears. Her body is splashes with dark brown, including her paws, tail, ears and pointed face. Her eyes are a crystal blue color, and are shaped like almonds. On her neck she usually wears thin pink collar, but that was ripped off in her struggle with the bandaged cats.
Personality: Cleo is a really talkative she-cat, and is usually outgoing. She's really adventurous, often running away from her house-folk to see what there is outside the fence. Though she enjoys to explore and meet new cats, she fears that one day she'll get lost, never to be seen again, but she knows her owners will come find her and the her away.
History: Cleo was born in a large litter of kits, all of them being Siamese, like her. She enjoyed their company, and wanted to be with them for as long as she could, but her house-folk had other plans. At 12 weeks the kits were separated from their parents and each other, leaving Cleo alone in a new house. She enjoyed all the attention, but soon realized she wasn't the only cat in the house. She shared a house with two old, grumpy cats, brother and sister. The two cats avoided Cleo, and ignored every attempt she made to be friends.
After the young she-cat turned one year old, she had already explored the whole neighborhood. She heard of another place not to far off, and decided to check it out. She ended up getting lost, and when she tried to get home, she ran straight into the bandaged cats. They tried to capture her, but she resisted, clawing and biting them. But soon they took advantage of her, and she knew she was done for. The she-cat only remembered feeling the fear of the unknown as she blacked out.
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Name: Silverstrike • Rosethorn
Gender: Tom • She-cat
Age: 30 moons • 24 moons
Personality: Kind, smart and helpful. He can be a bit stern with troublesome apprentices. • Talkative and childish, Rosethorn try's to be friends with all her clanmates.
Crush/mate/kits: Moonstar/None/None • None/None/None
Kin: Silverstrike's family passed away in a battle just before his apprentice ceremony, while Rosethorn's father died before she was born, and her mother ran away with a rogue tom.
Looks: Silver tabby with darker paws and golden eyes • Red tabby she-cat with bright green eyes and sharp claws
History: Silverstrike was the first and only kit to two respected warriors. They both wanted Silverstrike to be the best warrior he could be, and started training him at a young age. When he finally became an apprentice, Silverstrike's parents started to ignore him. He felt like he didn't belong in the clan without his parents love, and wanted to run away. Soon, his parents went to battle, and he was left in camp while the others went away. When the others returned he saw his parents had both died • Rosethorn was born into the clan without a father, but her mother had always told her that her father was the best warrior in the clan, and told her stories about her father's adventures and victories. After a while, Rosethorn's mother was acting strange, and left camp a lot and came back really late. Not to long after Rosethorn was made a warrior, her mother announced that she was expecting kits and ran away with her new mate.
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Name: Dapplepaw • Geminipaw
Gender: She-cat • Tom
Rank: Apprentice • Apprentice Spy
Age: 9 moons • 11 moons
Crush/mate: None/None • Songpaw/None
Personality: Though she is usually quiet, Dapplepaw is brave and loyal, though she often runs into conflict without thinking. • Geminipaw has split personality disorder, in which he has two sides. His first side is calm and laid back, and thinks about things before making decisions. His second side is flirtatious and seductive, he tends to go after other female apprentices, and occasionally other male ones.
Description: Dapplepaw is a she-cat with a dainty, feminine build and a pearl colored body with blue-grey limbs, face, ears and tail, her blue-grey patches are specked with an orangey-cream color. She has hazel colored eyes. • Geminipaw is a white tom with fur on the longer side, a slightly muscular build, and odd colored eyes. His left eye is clear blue, while his right is golden.
History: Both were born in the clan, yada yada
Other: Dapplepaw is straight, while Geminipaw is bisexual. Sugar is the Kitteh! -
This a WIP! Please please please don't post, this is for me to post on and me only!
Summary coming soon
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Rubblefoot has noticed his fellow clanmates depression for a moon or two. He felt bad for the poor she-cat, he remembered the feeling he felt when his mother died. He finally worked up the courage to approach her, giving Featherflower a warm and welcoming smile.
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OCC: Oh my gosh, I've been gone for a while! Sorry about that! Anyway, I've been busy preparing for school and stuff, but now I'm on a short vacation, so I should probably be able to get my activity back up.
IC: Milkfur was out hunting, locked into a small bird pecking among the roots of a tree.
Mint and Eagle slept next to each other in their nest, dreaming of running through the forest.
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Lavenderpaw padded up to the other cats, her violet eyes gleaming. "I could use a little bit of fun!" She purred, grinning at the other cats. It seems like she hasn't done anything for moons, maybe ages, in fact. Even though she looked like a 9 moon old apprentice, she has been in the Dark Forest for longer than a lot of the other cats, and knows most of the cats that inhabit the place she has grown to call home.
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"Hello Blitz." Rubblefoot responded, then looked back at Featherflower. "I've noticed you've been down lately." He said, concern in his voice.
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