Posts by aikorasu

Character Name: Blackberry

Gender: Molly

Clan/Group{if any}: ThunderClan

Rank{if any}: Warrior

Appearance: Black, long haired pelt, golden eyes

Personality: Snappy, low patience, little self-control, rebellious

History: Blackberry spent her kithood being "bossed" around by her bigger brother who annoyed her to no end. She couldn't wait to be an apprentice where she figures she wouldn't have to put up with him as much anymore. Once she had gotten her wish she found her mark as an excellent hunter. She passed her assessment brilliantly, earning her her warrior name.

Blackberry padded into the clearing and watched with this disdain at all the cats playing around in the snow. How idiotic! Were they cats or were they Twoleg kits?
If anything, these cats should be finding prey for their clan in this winter snow, not wiggling around in it! Heck, with all the noise they were making, they'll scare all the prey from here to Highstones. She gave a startled yowl as a poorly made 'snowball' came hurling in her direction. These mousebrained fools can get wet and cold if they wanted to; she, on the other hand had more important things to do.

"I missed it? Damn." Blackberry was seriously ready to shred some tail, especially after she had witnessed that StarClan awful snowball fight moments before. She was really peeved that she had ran all this way for nothing. This was supposed to be her first battle and she didn't even get to fight. Irritated, she headed back to ThunderClan.

Blackberry padded into the camp and shrugged. She had not seen how the battle went because she had gotten distracted by snowballs and showed up too late to do anything. She sat on her haunches and began washing her chest fur, muttering a few profanities to herself. All around her was the sound of her happy clanmates talking about how well they did and she didn't even get to show off. What a load of fox-dung.

Blackberry left the camp of her clan, annoyed by the excitement of the cats that had won the recent battle. First she had been interrupted in her hunt by a bunch of idiots and now she had missed a major battle in StormClan. It seemed things weren't going well for her recently...
She paused in her walk and to sit down and lick some of the fur at the base of her tail. She really hated caring for her long, black coat, but she shared no special bond with any cat to share tongues with, so this was a chore to only herself.

The she-cat paused in her grooming to take a quick scan of her surroundings, but saw no one. Why did it feel like there was someone watching her? The thought of someone out there watching her wrestle with her stupidly long fur kind of freaked her out. She got to her paws and began to move somewhere else.

Blackberry nearly jumped out of her skin before she spun around, looking up at the tree where the sound originated. Not recognizing the grey tom, her back arched and she bared her fangs. Just who did this guy think he was up there, a squirrel? "Who are you?" She snarled.

"Who said anything about being scared? You're an intruder, or have you forgotten that?" She was far from angry; she was pissed. Just who was this guy? As a clan cat it was her job to keep other cats from stealing prey. Was her clan really so lax as to let strangers walk about willy-nilly?

Blackberry snorted. She kind of wish he had stayed, that way she could have torn him apart. Now she had plenty of adrenaline-induced energy and nothing to use it on. Perhaps I will do some hunting. She thought to herself. Turning, she noticed Snownose bounding towards her.
"Whoa, calm down. I'm fine." Though she was sure that strange cat was still lurking about.

Blackberry clicked her fangs, a habit she had picked up as an apprentice. "Come, on. I was just about to do some hunting."

Blackberry followed her clanmate's gaze and snarled. "Don't 'hello' me! I thought I told you to leave?" She growled as her tail lashed back and forth.

The she-cat's fur stood on end as she fruitlessly looked around as well. What was he? Surely he couldn't be a cat if he just vanished like that! She spun around, more confused than ever.

Character Name: Sweetpea

Gender: Tom

Clan/Group{if any}: Windclan

Rank{if any}: Warrior

Appearance: Light brown short-haired tabby, green eyes

Personality: Happy-go-lucky, inquisitive, know-it-all

History: Sweetpea was inquisitive from the time he was a kit; he annoyed his mother silly with questions that must have seemed trivial to her. When he wasn't bothering his mother, he played with his two siblings whom he was only able to get along with for a couple of minutes.

He took a liking to the folklore that the elders would tell kits from time to time. When his mother had grown tired of his questions he would wander over the the elder's den to go bother them instead.

After he was apprenticed, he seemed to take a liking fighting more than hunting and takes battle training with a bit more enthusiasm than most apprentices. On his time off, he likes to challenge other apprentices to mock fights.

Sweetpea noticed Darkclaw lounging about and couldn't help but to feel a bit of sympathy for the she-cat. He knew that she wasn't the type of cat that would enjoy being without company for long. Padding next to her, he mewed a simple "hello."

He knew he wasn't really anyone's favorite, but at the moment he was too bored to care.

The light brown sat down himself, neatly wrapping his tail around his paws. He couldn't help but to give a purr of amusement after seeing how uncomfortable Darkclaw looked. "A little warmer than yesterday." He added.

Sweetpea blinked. Hartleg's accent was always so hard to understand. To be honest, he could only understand half of his sentences. Who taught this tom to talk?
"Prey's been scarce for me, as usual." he muttered as he licked his chest fur. He was reminded that he hadn't gone hunting at all today. He should probably get on that.

"Ah, what?" came Sweetpea's startled mew after he'd heard the queens suggestion. "But they need the food just as much as everyone else." It wouldn't be fair to leave out her kits even if they weren't born yet.

"Not again!" Blackberry hissed in fury. She had missed her chance again! Why am I always so late to these things? What a waste of time! She couldn't believe she had missed yet another battle. When would it ever be her turn to show off her skills. With hackles raised in irritation she stormed away from the battlefield back to ThunderClan territory.

Blackberry sat in the shadows, swiping a paw over one of her black ears. She overheard the conversation taking place a few tail lengths away and couldn't help to chuckle to herself. How desperate she-cats can get when they're in heat! And a medicine cat as well! This was certainly getting interesting. Perhaps she would sit and watch for a while.

"Maybe not by herself!" Blackberry yowled as she attempted to jump on the wolf's back as well. She had smelled the wolf and had followed its trail back to the nursery.