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Cats Name: Glade
Cats Age(Optional): 13 moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Loner
Rank: Loner
Appearance: Glade is a white cat with medium length fur. She has a black tail tip and black front paws. Along with this is a pair of simple yellow eyes. The she-cat is slim and sleek, but also has a slight build to her.
Personality: Unlike her sister, Sparrow, Glade is the one who stops and thinks ahead first. She still acts by instinct, but with more reason then just rash decisions. The loner is the kind of cat who analyzes everything, and is known to be extremely observant of her surroundings. This is mostly so she can keep her sister out of trouble. Now, the she-cat is quiet, but don't mistake her for shy. If you hang around long enough, she'll open up. Growing up with Sparrow for a sister has made this white cat in to a strong minded cat. When talking to a stranger, or any creature for that matter, Glade will never back down, for she has learned not to be afraid unless her reasoning mind states otherwise.
The last thing to be known about her, she's normally the one cleaning up the aftermath of one of Sparrow's "reckless moments."
History: Grew up with her sister (Sparrow) and their mother after their father left them once they could start to defend themselves. Life for them was pretty good, able to survive each leaf-bare, leaning on each other and family friends when needed. when they were about 10 moons old, their mother had been hit by a monster though, killed instantly as she tried to usher her kits to the other side. After their mourning was done, the sisters trooped out, mainly on their own other than getting help once in awhile from cats they knew. To this day, this sisters travel together, now able to only depend on each other, although still paying friends visits every now and then.
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I see. Well, the next part is up if you want to read that.

Rubykit didn't even have a choice of moving closer to Hollowpaw before Peanutpaw flattened her with a pounce.
"Gah! Ger off me!" The she-cat told her brother, but was purring with laughter. "You can all show me." She replied to Waterpaw's question.
The dilute tortie nudged her littermate off of her and stood up. Well, that had been unexpected but a welcoming thing. Shaking out her fur, the young cat trotted over to her sister and nuzzled her with another purr.
"I missed you guys to!"

Eyota purred gently at the she-cat's answer.
"Well, you've come across the right cat to help you. Is there any place you're trying to get to?" He asked Christmaswreath.

Flurrykit shrieked when Carrie pelted towards her to play. Throwing caution to the wind, the white kit shot past her sisters in her haste to escape the adult she-cat.
"Hurry up!" She called over her shoulder as she rocketed out the entrance and to the outside world.

((theres a blizzard going on by the way, any posts made after that red box says a wheather update means its happening.))

Glade stalked after her sister in annoyance. Though Sparrow thought that she was doing a good thing by hunting, it never occurred in that mind of hers that suddenly disappearing in a cursed blizzard was one of the worst things possible.
Sighing with forced patience, the she-cat finally came upon her sister with a dead squirrel at her paws. Well, at least she caught something. Prey was getting hard to find with the on-slaught of freezing temperatures and frequent snowfalls.
"Mouse-brain." The loner grumbled affectionately as she came to stand next to Sparrow.
True, there was sunlight but it only showed up for a split second before disappearing behind the black ominous clouds that were the reason for the deadly storm.
"We need to find shelter, Sparrow!" Glade called over the howling wind.
The white cat's black tail tip was flicking back and forth as her paws were beginning to go numb. Oh how she hated leaf-bare.

Salla deliberately shot forward, barring the way between Elixor and Ravage. The she-cat had been fighting with the Blackhearts this whole time, but now thought it was time to intervine.
"Cowards." The loner suddenly snarled for who ever was listening. "What kind of cat attacks one who is already down? If you think yourselves worthy and powerful because of it, think differently. All it shows is that you are greedy for your need of blood and weak for being unable fight a fair battle. Those who attacked Bonestar after he had fallen are all just lowly pieces of fox dung!"
As she spoke, the egyptian mau had her claws unsheathed, but was not in a fighting stance. Insted, she was standing tall, her head tilted down in case those she directed her words to attacked, and there was defiance in her eyes, as if daring anyone to challenge her words with some of her own.

I'm not the best at giving advice or anything, but when this happens to someone I know, I always tell them to just smile at the girl who's giving them problems.
When you smile and act like you don't care, she'll get confused and if it works she'll eventually give up on trying to get you mad because it's not going the way she planned anymore.

As Glade trekked after the blurry figure that was her sister, the she-cat couldn't help but look around, as if making sure no other loners were lost in the storm. Seeing nothing for the present, the black-tipped cat trudged on until spotting the familiar form of their den.
Slipping through the entrance between the two dead trees, Glade shook out her fur.
"This place is about the only good that can come from two-legs." She commented.
After her eyes had adjusted to the gloom, the loner made her way over to where Sparrow was at. Laying down on her belly and stretching her front paws out in front of her, she turned her yellow eyes to the squirrel.
"Nice catch." She praised.

Flurrykit, having safely gotten outside, all but disappeared in the snow that covered the ground.
"Cold!" Was the first word, the young cat jumping in suprise.
After the initial shock of the freezing white stuff, the she-kit turned to wait for her sisters. All you could really see of the kit was her blue eyes and her pink nose. Everything else more or less blended in with the surroundings.

"Oh?" Eyota replied, frowning as well.
The tom let his plumed tail swish from side to side nonchalantly as he tried to think of a place for the she-cat to go. Where would the best place be for a blind cat anyways?

"Camp in general would be best." Rubykit nodded to Waterpaw's suggestion.
Turning to face her brother, the she-cat gave a small shrug.
"I don't really know. Everywhere I guess." She mewed, face scrunched up as she tried to remember if she knew any of the places she had been.

There was a blizzard upon the horizon, and it was moving in fast. That much the apprentice could tell as she walked along the river in another Clan's territory. She didn't want to get caught in the approaching storm on unfamiliar grounds, but the thrill of adventure was to much for the StardustClan she-cat.
As Ishi padded down the river bank, the wind started to kick up, making the young cat's claws slide out for extra balance. She was used to the cold, coming from a pseudoclan that lived in the mountains nearby. Suddenly, there was a new scent in the air, and it reeked of a kit.
Though the blue abyssinian wasn't fond of kits, it didn't hurt to see what was going on. So the apprentice followed the scent trail until she spotted a kit standing on a rock over the river.
"Hey! What are you doing?" She called, standing on the bank.
It was one thing for anyone to be over the river when it was deadly cold in temperature, but a kit?

"Northern Clans? What are those?" The kittypet asked, head tilted in confusion.
The tom remained close to Christmaswreath, glancing at the sky to see how much time was left until high-moon. Eyota had plenty of time, so it seemed. So there was no harm in going on an added adventure north, right?

Ishi felt her eyes go wide when she watched the kit fall in to the river before she even had a chance to reply.
"Mouse-brain!" She snapped, both at herself and the RiverClan kit.
Without hesitation, the apprentice plunged in to the frigid waters. The cold was a massive shock that quickly sapped the she-cat's heat straight from her body. Yet she continued to dive, spotting the small figure through the dark water.
With a last kick of effort, Ishi grasped Cinderkit's scruff and hauled both herself and the water logged kit back up to the surface, where she dragged both of them to the river's bank.

((Eyota's 23 moons old XD I don't think he's much of a kit.))

"I'm no kit!" Eyota puffed out, but couldn't help the small amusement that glinted in his golden eyes.
"RiverClan? Well, I don't know what that is, but I'd like to find out." He purred.

Great StarClan this kit was a mouthful! No matter how much she wished she could just leave, Ishi was already in to deep, and now she had to get the kit back home before one-the blizzard hit, and two-the kit (and herself) froze to death from being in that cursed river!
"Will you wait up, kit?! I'm not going to hurt you!" She called after the disappearing figure of Cinderkit.
With a sigh, the apprentice padded after the young tom as he shot through some bushes.
"Where are you going?" She asked, letting her voice take on a gentler tone.

Eyota purred his amusement, coming to stand by Christmaswreath. He draped his plumed tail over her flanks to show he was near. He couldn't help but look at those milky white eyes again, and flicked an ear. How does one deal with being blind anyways?
"Tell me, what is this RiverClan? Is it some sort of river that a lot of cats go to?" He asked.
For, though he explored a lot, the kittypet truly had never heard of any of the Clans.

"StardustClan." Ishi replied, laying down so she was at eye level with the kit.
The apprentice gave a shudder, her wet fur plastered to her skin and sticking up at odd angles. Her leader would never let this go if and when she made it back to the mountains.
"What of you? You must be from around here." She asked, determined to get at least one answer from the tom-kit.