Posts by Clairestar

Turning away from the questioning she-cat, he picked the kits back up, and continued walking. Soon he found a piece of chicken, which hadn't rotten yet. He set down the kits, and gave them the chicken after taking a bite.

Blade, feeling a little gentler, brushed the tear away. He found a chicken wing that was still okay, and offered it to the kit.

(He already ate it....)

He watched as she darted away with the tiny scrap of meat that was left behind. "Wow, that's pretty sad." He purred mockingly.

"Actually," Blade sneered. "I did notice, dungbrain. And if you don't mind, I think that wolf looks kinda hungry. Maybe you should talk to him about it." Blade leaped away. (I'm not going to post here anymore. Blade left.)

Blade sighed, picked up the chicken wing along with the kit, and began to walk again.

Blade dashed away from Mist, out of sight.

[br]I am a bristly furred she-cat with round, wild eyes and a sturdy, muscular build. I am a bit naive, but I learn very quickly from my mistakes.
[br]My parents were killed by a pack of dogs.

Here's what she looks like:

I don't think the photo showed up but oh well. :/

So... yeah.

First come first serve.

Blade turned to Mist. "The others were taken by another she-cat."

(This isn't a roleplaying thread. :3 You just have to ask lol.)

Yup. :3 Could you give me a link to their first training thread? ^^

Blade sniffed. "Their mother was dead when I found them. And then the other she-cat attempted to kill me." He said.

Thanksies. ^^

Flightpaw bounded in.

"Back to my den." Blade meowed.

OOC: He wants to rule twolegplace, or at least some of it. Would you like to join him?

Flightpaw bounced around. "Where?" She mewed.

OOC: Yay thanksies. Btw, I think there's also going to be two other kits there too.

Flightpaw drew ahead of Cherrywing and reached the Sunningrocks first.

OOC; (The kits actually wanted to so.... XD)

Flightpaw dropped into a crouch, spotting a vole. She crept up on it with a good first crouch, but then didn't notice the long reeds in front of her. They rustled as she ran into them, and the vole ran off. "Mouse dung!" She hissed angrily, lashing her tail from side to side. Her waving tail accidentily startled a bird where the rocks meet the forest, and it flew off with a loud alarm call. Flightpaw grew hot with embarrassment.