(Swiftflame can only be seen by people who have medicine cat in their blood/ or know a lot about herbs.)
"Hi you two," Fernpaw smiled, padding over.
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Parislights looked up, eyes blank. She had just been sleeping, typical. She was stretching quickly, eager to go on the patrol to SunClan. It had been a while since the warrior had been there, and she needed to get a look at all the new faces. "I'll come." She called, walking over.
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Sure thing! c:
Can I have the link to the cat generator? I lost it on mine. -
The forms must be done by Friday now!!
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Have your kit participate in a thread with over 100 posts, you must contribute at least ten posts to the thread before it reaches 100.
Have your kit start to develop a crush on someone.
Have your kit break its paw.Have your kit get a spider bite.
Extra Credit: Your kit wanders out of camp and in to another clans territory, and get stuck not knowing how to get home without the assistance of the other clans members.QuoteRollingkit let out a loud yell of anger and somewhat pain as the dog loomed over her, dribbling spit down her neatly groomed pelt. "No!" She yelled again as the dog lunged at her, locking its jaw around her paw until there was an ear splitting crack..
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(Swiftcut can.)
The deputy waited for her leaders soft reply, her insides crumbling quickly when she didn't reply. What if she had a heart attack or a stroke? Yet even worse - left the clan?
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Name:
RavenfeatherGender:
MaleAge:
24 moonsRank:
Substitute?Appearance:
Ravenfeather is a black tom with white patches on his paws, muzzle, tail base and tip. His eyes are a deep copper, sometimes turning a pale amber in the summer. Across the toms face, he has a nasty scar on his back and one over his eye, because of this, he fears he will never have a mate.
Personality:
He is quite hard on some cats, but softer on elders and queens. If someone gets in his way, he will tend to snap. The tom has had a dark past and will refuse to open it out to the whole word - maybe one day he will tell him mate, if he gets one.Crush/Mate:
Open && WantsKin/Kits:
Unknown(If someone wants to be his kin, ask me through this thread please!) && Hopes for, even if its a catnip litter..Other:
I will be active in this one, now that I'm in less threads c: -
Whisperkit gave out a small laugh, her mean narrowed eyes watching the newest kit. She walked over, sniffing slightly. "What do we have here?" She sneered, jabbing at Duskkit.
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I know how you feel o.o
Is this the RP thread? c; -
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Okay, sure!
How about a catnip litter?
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"Mmmhm." Whisperkit replied, then shook her neat black pelt. "I'm Whisperkit. How old are you?"
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Two different graces btw this grace is about to become Silverstone of thunderclan Skyfall grace is always Grace I had a name shortage))
Okay, a great plot twist! -
Okay. I can invite some people c:
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Skyfall stared at the houses, confused. What where they? He had always grown up in the camp and been told never to leave the borders, so he didn't go anywhere near them.
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(My cat wants to join, not be killed or chased off please :))
Dancingpaw looked around, this place was.. quiet. She had thought of the marshy ground to be more unwelcoming and hard, but instead the mud sunk into her white paws fondly. How odd. She looked around again, her green eyes narrowing in the Wind's. Slowly, the she-cat made her way towards the middle of the marshes, not knowing this was another clan's hunting grounds.
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Ever since Dawnflower, my mother, died I have been a wreck.
Not the kind with catnip litters and attacking kits, I just don't do anything.
Nothing at all. People say its just shock and unluckiness. How stupid do they think I am? Like, when they say she is hunting with our grandpa and grandma in StarClan they try to make us believe shes off to a barn for a 'cuppa when I know she got ripped apart by that dog, I was there.
It makes me annoyed. A lot.---
Parislights looked around camp, her eyes dull and never meeting anyones gaze; she couldn't bare it - the way they all gave her looks of pity and 'it'll be okay, chum'
She knew she had to get up, go make friends, confront her sister. Just, she didn't. She couldn't. All she could see was her mothers wild eyes, her limp body, the blood in the dog's jaws. How was she meant to get on with life after witnessing that? -
"Shall I take the body back to camp?" Parislights asked, clearly no happiness in her voice. She kept looking at the dead corpse that had been alive a few hours ago, and shivered.