Eli's jacket hung over his shoulder, held up by a select few fingers. He supposed he would go to homecoming, he wanted to catch up with all of his friends. By this time he had shed his hat, disheveled brown hair falling how it pleased.
Luce kept on the steps, now doodling a loose sketch of a bird pecking at the ground that she was observing not too far off. Her head was supported by one hand, eyes boredly watching her paper.
*Username: ABitUnstable
*Name(Of Cat): Spiritblaze
*Rank: Warrior
*Gender: Male
#Age: 13 Moons
*Mate: N/a, may develop
*Crush: N/a, may develop
*Kin: Unspoken
*Kits: N/a, may develop
#History: Unspoken
*Appearance(In Words Please): Spiritblaze is a deep golden tomcat with inky splotches littered about his pelt. His eyes are a hue of emerald.
*Activeness : 8/10
#Other: N/a
*Username: ABitUnstable
*Name(Of Cat): Russetkit
*Rank: Kit
*Gender: Female
#Age: 5 Moons
*Mate: N/a
*Crush: N/a
*Kin: Deceased
*Kits: N/a
#History: Father was a rogue and mother died during kitting, she didn't have any siblings.
*Appearance(In Words Please): A flame colored coat interrupted by white that hugs her chest, muzzle and paws. Her large eyes are a bright color of green.
*Activeness : 8/10
#Other: N/a
Rabbitkit scampered from the nursery, her sights soon set on Darkstar. "Darkstar!" She squealed as she darted over, leaping at his paws.
Spiritblaze was trotting back to camp with a few pieces of prey encased in his jaws. He was a newly made warrior, just experiencing his thirteenth moon. He gave a nod to Boulderstar and Littlepaw as he passed. Littlepaw was one of the few apprentices of the clan that would be made into warriors soon. Spiritblaze looked forward to having some new companions in the warrior's den. And with Applefur expecting as well as fostering the orphan kit, the clan would soon enough have even more apprentices.
Russetkit pranced from the nursery, her flame and alabaster fur fluffed up and head lifted high. She was a kitten around the age of five moons old, soon enough to become an apprentice. She wondered often now who her mentor would be. The kitten rolled onto her back, stretching out across the ground with a grin.
"Soon I'm gonna be an apprentice!" She declared. In fact, the kitten was only nearing her fourth moon, but the little things liked to exaggerate. "And then I'll be the best warrior in the entire clan! You'll see!" She chirped, tripping over the paws she had just been attacking.
Username ;; ABitUnstable
On-Screen Name ;; ABitUnstable
Activity Level ;; 8/10
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Name ;; Bluecinder
Age ;; 20 Moons
Gender ;; Female
Rank ;; Warrior
Appearance ;;
[img width=466 height=510]http://www.free-pet-wallpapers…backgrounds/729080443.jpg[/img]
Personality ;; A kind warrior with a large heart and a warm nature. She's rather selfless and adores helping others in whatever way she can.
History ;; Her father was a clan cat whilst her mother a rogue who dropped off little Bluekit to be raised by a queen of the clan.
Family ;; Larkfeather{Father, deceased}, Rusha{Mother, whereabouts unknown}
Mate/Crush ;; None, may develop
Other ;; Nope
Username ;; ABitUnstable
On-Screen Name ;; ABitUnstable
Activity Level ;; 8/10
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Name ;; Twistedpaw{Twistedpath}
Age ;; 7.5 Moons
Gender ;; Male
Rank ;; Apprentice
Appearance ;; 
Russet with inky stripes descending from his spine and sketching around each of his paws and the end of his tail. His ears are black as well. Each of his paws, his chest, and his tail tip are colored white. Eyes are green, reflective of a multi-shaded forest. Pelt is battle scarred and currently still possessive of few healing wounds.
Personality ;; Twistedpaw is normally one to keep to himself and doesn't appear to have many friends, let alone close ones. Not much else is known about him as he is rather guarded, in the fear of being singled out due to his non-clan heritage.
History ;; All that is known is that he showed up one day injured. He was taken into the clan and since then has been training to become a warrior.
Family ;; Unspoken
Mate/Crush ;; None, may develop
Other ;; N/a
Seeing as Darkstar was to depart, the kitten dashed over to Nightfur. "Did you catch that all by yourself!?" She asked in awe while staring up at the warrior, eyes wide in admiration.
"Applefur!" Russetkit chirped and scampered over to her foster mother. Though the kitten was already a few moons of age, she had quickly taken to this she cat. Russetkit pressed herself against the other with a warm purr in greeting before sitting herself right between her fore paws. She smiled widely, energetic and warm.
Bluepaw lifted her head as the vixen backed away, only for the other tom apprentice to charge right back at it. She thrashed her tail, biding her time. Perhaps the fox would run off for the time being? If not, Bluepaw kept herself tense just in case.
Rabbitkit slid over to compare her size and stature to the bird. To her amazement, the thing did seem quite large. "Woah!" She exclaimed incredulously. "That's amazing! You have to teach me so I can hunt for the clan, too."
The lithe snowshoe stepped out to greet her gathering clanmates, her usual warm smile spread across her lips. Of course, the buzz of camp was about the soon to be deputy that would be announced upon this day. Bluecinder herself had a gnawing curiosity, but she supposed she would find out soon enough.
Twistedpaw was sitting away from the rest, this tom cat not as sociable as the others. He craned his head to draw a salmon colored tongue across a slash over his shoulders. The wound was still healing but it had been progressively growing much better than it was when he had showed up here. The young tom cat hadn't spoken much since his arrival but he had been doing all he could do considering his healing wounds.
Bluecinder nodded in greeting, drawing a salmon colored tongue across a paw and then joyfully pulling it over her ears. The snowshoe was always smiling and happy, seeming to never be troubled in the slightest.
Twistedpaw curled his tail around his fore paws, waiting along with the rest for the anticipated announcement.
"Congratulations!" Bluecinder chirped as she pranced over it their new deputy. She was all smiles and sunshine, until she faltered noticing one warrior wasn't as festive. "Oh... Excuse me." She said politely with a dip of her head. The snowshoe scampered off to Deathspirit, a worried frown on her maw. "Hey you..." she greeted softly, gingerly stepping to the she's side.
Twistedpaw merely nodded his head, smiling ever so slightly. The rare gesture was a clear sign of his approval.
Twistedpaw grunted, heaving himself to all fours whilst ignoring the dull pain along his healing wounds. He'd dealt with worse before. The apprentice sauntered over to the others he would be patrolling with.
Twistedpaw stared at the warrior for a few moments believe speaking. "Hey." was his curt response. The wounded tom was still rather new to the clan, having only recently been found lost and critically injured. Twistedpaw was still a bit wary of this life and these strangers.
The male nodded his head, still displaying signs of his taciturn self. He glanced back at the camp before they would leave, taking one last look at those still left. Would he ever come to trust them? Would this clan really turn into a home? The tri-colored cat breathed a light sigh and turned around, head dipped below his lean shoulders.
Twistedpaw merely trotted off, eyes a bit strained at the pull of the cuts lacing his body. He lowered himself to the ground, soon enough on the trail of a mouse. He carefully pulled himself nearer and nearer until he was able to leap at it. He cringed as he kicked off the ground, causing him to miss his mark. A hiss of annoyance escaped his lips as the rodent began to scramble away. Twistedpaw leapt again, this time coming down nearly on the prey. He nipped at its neck and swiftly dispatched it.
Twistedpaw gave a grunt in response around the fur of the creature. He swiveled his ears back, reminding himself not to start digging in. That wasn't how it worked here. Hesitantly, he went off in search of more prey. He soon came across a bird and began to stalk it. Once he went in for the kill, though, while jumping after it he drew in a sharp breath and came crashing to the ground. Twistedpaw lashed his tail in annoyance, craning his head to lap at his re-opened cut.
Bluecinder peered around at the camp, the lithe feline considering what she could to be useful. Perhaps she could speak with one of the apprentices left in camp? A smile spread across her maw. Of course! The she hopped to all fours and went off to find another cat, tail swaying at her heels.
"Cheer up, kiddo!" Bluecinder smiled as she approached Dawnpaw. "If you want I could help you practice some hunting or fighting things. Beats just sitting around, yeah?"
Twistedpaw frowned and collected the mouse from earlier, setting off to fond somebody from his patrol. By now his pelt was a but spiked with dried blood from the aggravated area.
