Posts by Rosella

The tom couldn't see through the fog.

Hazelside lay in the middle of SunClan camp, lounging in the leafbare sun. Her golden tabby pelt looked like it was sparkling in the weak light, and any tom would have to take a second glance to see if she was real. Although, the same couldn't go for her brother, Thornfoot, who had a squished face and a stubby tail. Well, she thought stubbornly, if a she-cat gave him a chance, they would find he was very nice.

With that thought, she realized how lonely she was. The she-cat wasn't a very good warrior; she was alway fell behind on patrols, caught less than others. She sighed and looked around the dens, for... someone. Anyone. But it couldn't be just anyone, though. She had to feel a ... connection.

'I think there is a way through now!' he whispered to Tigerkit excitedly, looking through the hole, 'We can get out!'

Silverpaw saw Royalpaw padding towards the group of cats, and turned around to greet the blue tabby.

'Too late for what, may I ask?' she mewed politely, 'Me and Fallenkit have no idea what this is about.'

The she-cat hissed at Reinpaw and tried to dodge him, but was too slow.

OOC: Muse is low, sorry. xD

'Go away, Brittlekit,' he mewed, 'this is for toms only.'

'Not as much as she-cats!' he hissed back, 'Now leave us alone.'

'Oo, so scary,' he mewed sarcastically.

Owlkit hissed at her, and jumped out of the way. He unsheathed his claws, ready to fight.

'Geez, what is your problem?' he mewed angrily, as he slashed his paw roughly at where her face was.

'It's not!' he mewed angrily, 'I went out of camp after that patrol with you!'

Owlkit flicked his tail angrily, and turned back to Tigerkit.

'I hate those stupid she-cats!' he mewed under his breath, loud enough for only his brother to hear.

'Oh, I'm fine, just... having problems with denmates,' he lied swiftly, hoping he didn't sound mousebrained. 'Anyway, it's nice to meet you too, Goldengaze.'

Her name fits so well, he thought dreamily. With a jolt, he realized that his meal, the water vole, was lying at his paws, not being eaten. Finchwing bent down and took a bite sheepishly.

She growled at him and tried to flip him over with all her force.

'Excuse me, only she-cats get ruffled fur over dirty claws and pelts,' he mewed, holding up one paw, stained with dirt.

What Clan is she in? c:

'Please, just because YOU got dirty fur doesn't mean all she-cats like it,' he mewed.

[br]I am a short furred, battle-scarred she-cat with round, wild eyes and forward-folded ears. I tend to blow little things up into big things and get overly dramatic, but I am a good fighter.

I have Fawnheart, lilac tabby she-cat who is a good fighter. I'm also an Advanced RPer and can write long posts when given enough material. c: I don't have any plots in mind yet, but I can always create some.

I have Oakwhisker, a dark brown tabby tom. He looks fierce, but really, he's not. c: