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    Name: Shadowkit/paw/pelt
    Personality: Normally stays in the backround, she is shy and does not have much to say
    Appearance: Black pelt with amber eyes
    Speacilty: An amazing hunter, she has strong hind legs and can leap great distances
    Powers (If any): None
    Roleplay Sample: Shadowpaw bent down into a small, neat hunter's crouch, she leaned back a little, carefull not to crush some leaves. It was leafbare and the squirrel was big enough to feed all of the elders. She kept her distance to make sure that it did not suspect her. Shadowpaw leaped, pushing of the ground with her hind paws hard enough to be heard. She flew across the clearing and landed on the squirrel in the nick of time. She killed it swiftly and decided to bring it back to camp right away so the elders could eat it warm.
    Other: Loves climbing trees

    Fernkit woke up when Giftkit by accident stepped into her nest, her mother had lost her milk and went back to her warrior duties when Fernkit was old enough. Fernkit was happy she was woken up though, she saw the badger and knew something was up. She heard him saw that he wanted a friend a jumped to her friend's defense. "You don't want a friend! Badgers are solitary creatures! You just want to eat us!!! Well guess what, silly badger, you are going to go home hungry and we are going to get you there warrior style!!!"

    Fernkit, a slightly younger white she-kit saw all of the other kits and bounded over. She was not supposed to be out of the nursery yet but her mother was asleep and with no littermates she was a bundle of excitement waiting to explode. "Hi, I'm Fernkit!"

    She looked down and laughed, she knew she was no match for him, he was four moons older than her. "You win," she looked up into his amazing green eyes, "what do you want to do next?"


    OOC: Do you want to skip to when they are warriors and when they have kits?

    As he walked their pelts brushed and their tails intertwined. Wildstorm imagined their little kits forming inside Echomist's belly. What will they be like? How many of them will there be? What will their names be? So many questions came to his mind but he knew that it was better if he stayed quiet.


    OOC: Do you want to skip to them being born, I am really impatient!!?


    OOC2: Do you want me to rp half and you rp half so that way we don't have to make an adoption thread?

    OOC: How many kits do you want there to be?


    IC: Wildstorm rushed into camp, a soaked mossball dangled from his mouth. He dashed through the clearing and right into the nursery. He placed the mossball right next to his mate's mouth and watched her lick it vigourously.

    Fernkit let a sigh escape her, Bravekit was safe. Now, to get that badger out of here. We need warriors... She thought. Then it clicked, "BADGER ATTACK!!!" Fernkit yelled at the top of her lungs hoping that a warrior would hear.

    Owlfeather rushed out of camp and once he was in the forest, sprinted at full speed. Taking the most direct route, he pumped his legs and feeling his pulse quicking, he chanced a glance sideways. What a big mistke that was! Seeing Silverwing keeping pace, and what a beatiful sight that was, he ignored the tree right in front of him and ran straight into it. "Ow! Mouse dung!" Owlfeather cursed.

    Fernkit did not care, they did not have any battle training and if she remembered right, there were a few apprentices and their mentors doing some battle training in the clearing. They would see the badger sprinting out and possibly chase him just until the border.

    OOC: Sure but will it be born dead?


    IC: Wildstorm couldn't watch Echomist be in so much pain so he ran off to go get some more moss to make the nest softer and kit-safe. When he came back, the medecin cat sent back out for more water. He only made it back after the births.

    Owlfeather pads in with a shrew and a mouse dangling from his jaw. He notices Silverwing on the rock and pads over to her. "Hi" he says cocking his head causing his catches to move a little. He put down the mouse in front of Silverwing, "Want some? I hear its your favorite!"