Posts by Illuminus

OOC: Haha, thanks XD

Growing bored, the she-cat stepped back from the completely shredded leaf and regarded it with a saddened look.
"Alas, poor leaf, you are done." Azuresky dipped her head to her "victim" in respect before turning away and stretching with a lengthy yawn. Through bleary eyes, the silver tabby studied the camp, trying to decide her next action.

Blazehawk chuckled shortly at his half-sister's antics with an added roll of his light green eyes before they trailed away to look across the camp. He spotted Honeytail and Grayfeather near by and sent them a good-natured nod and smile.

That's fine ^^, thanks and you're welcome! Thanks for the invite!

I'd Like To Join ArticClan!
Username: Illuminus
Cat/s' Name: Froreclaw
Gender: Tom/36 moons
Rank Wanted: Warrior
Appearance(You can use a picture!):
[img width=510 height=339]http://www.catbg.net/domashni/…norwegian_forest_cat2.jpg[/img]
Personality: Froreclaw is a fairly young tom with the mentality of an Elder. He is wise beyond his years and is often asked for advice due to his rational and unbiased thoughts and ideas. He has a cool indifference to most that happens around him which sometimes leads to issues with those who he truly cares about. Very rarely does he lose his temper, but when he does, watch out. You might end up missing a limb.
Likes: quiet, snowhare, the snow, water, climbing.
Dislikes: ignorant youth, thoughtless actions, unnecessary fighting.
Mate?: None, but open!
Kits?: None
Crush?: None
Other: IceHot

I'd Like To Join DesertClan!
Username: Illuminus
Cat/s' Name: Tinyowl
Gender: She-cat/16 moons
Rank Wanted: Warrior
Appearance(You can use a picture!):

Personality: Tinyowl is a spunky, new warrior. She is always full of energy, fitting for her extremely small size. She is always the first to volunteer for [almost] any task and is willing to do just about anything for entertainment. This young she-cat is always at one or extreme or another; more specifically between lazy-boredom or energetic-hyperness. Despite her flamboyant personality, many like her because of how cheerful and polite she is.
Likes: playing, sparring, hunting, chasing lizards, perching on cacti (and other cats).
Dislikes: the cold, hostility, disrespect, being bored.
Mate?: None, but open!!
Kits?: None
Crush?: None, yet!
Other: IceHot

Blazehawk yawned slightly, having seen his sister do so only moments earlier. Stop it..[/i He thought to himself. [i]No sleeping on duty. He sighed. What could he do? His eyes glossed over the camp, spotting the medicine cat and frowning. Too bad he couldn't help with something like that. He sighed in frustration. Blazehawk had never been good at running errands like Rainyday and remembered the painful memories of his apprenticeship when he had to help take care of the Elders. A shudder ran along his spine at the thought.

Across the camp, Azuresky slept soundly in a tight ball, completely oblivious to the world around her.

The young she-cat grinned at the answer and shook her head in a good-natured fashion. "Well, Rosekit, I'm sorry, but I have to take you back to the camp." She tapped the younger kit on the head with her milky tail and smiled again. "You remind me of myself, little one." Slowly, she stood again and turned away, gesturing for Rosekit to follow her back to camp.

Thanks!! ^^

Froreclaw padded across the deep snow, his heavy weight precariously balanced a top of the snow with his large, furry paws acting as snowshoes. He tasted the freezing air as he moved forward, searching for anything to take back to the camp. His course, dappled pelt rippled in the icy breeze, though the cold didn't touch his burly, warmed form.

Tinyowl stretched happily in the safety of the camp and warmth of the sun-baked sand, enjoying the afterglow of her catnap. Curiously, she tasted the air and her amber eyes widened considerably at the smell of a cold intruder. The tiny she-cat bounced up and padded to the boundary of the camp and scanned the familiar landscape like a meek bird. She could smell a mixture of her Clan and that of a forgein one.

Alrighty!

Froreclaw flicked an ear and tipped his rounded head slightly at the faint sound of his name. Intrigued, the massive tom scented the air again, catching the smell of his Clanmates' close by. Quickly, he changed his path and padded over the icy ground and spotted the small group in the distance.
"Is everything okay?" He called out to the others and slightly confused as to why they were gathered in the middle of nowhere.

Larkbreeze smiled sympathetically at the kit and tapped her lightly again.
"No worries, Rosekit. You'll have your time soon enough. Don't hurry your kithood away." The she-cat tipped her head slightly and her smile widened. "Maybe, if you're allowed, I'll take you out with me sometime. I know the camp isn't always fun...But, that's up to you!" She mewed, trying to cheer up the little one.

With a leisurely stretch and flash of his long tail, Russetoak emerged from the Warrior den. His flexed his sleep stiff muscles under the new sun, loving the feeling of the already warm sun on his dark pelt. He peered around the camp with his unusual pale yellow eyes before they landed on Maskstar. He gave a short nod and cheeky smile to his leader before he continued his ritualistic morning stretches and yawn.

Larkbreeze smiled at the kit before padding away, suddenly feeling the pangs of hunger. Leisurely, the spotted she-cat made her way to the freshkill pile and studied her meager choices.
We'll have to get a patrol together, I suppose. She thought to herself as she picked a plump finch and curled up in a secluded corner. The young cat happily munched away at her meal as she mentally thanked StarClan for their successful hunting.

Russetoak grinned at himself, having seen Maskstar's eye roll. It was a great past time of his to pick on the leader, mostly because he knew just how good of a leader she was and admired the she-cat he had grown up with. His dark ear flickered at the sound of his name and another wolfish grin grew on his thin face.
The russet warrior padded, with a raised head, over to the growing hunting patrol and stopped with a wink to the deputy.

Russetoak grinned again before trotting after Scarletfeather. His pale eyes scanned the surrounding area while he tasted the air around them. Despite being on a patrol, his long tail swayed and writhed behind him like a young apprentice's, brushing against the high grass and patchy thickets.

A slight smirk grew on Russetoak's maw and he rolled his eyes behind the deputy's back.
"Oh, lighten up, Scarletfeather. Can't you smell all of the prey around here? We'll have more freshkill than we can carry soon enough." He purred smoothly. "No need to get your fur in a bunch." He raised his tail higher, still swaying, but keeping closer to his form and away from the grass.

Russetoak only chuckled again and padded in the opposite direction from Scareltfeather and Mongoosepaw. He looked over his shoulder and called out to Brackenmoon.
"You can come with me if you'd like." He continued to trot away, his senses starting to become consumed by the prospect of food and hunting.

Illuminus wrote:

Russetoak only chuckled again and padded in the opposite direction from Scareltfeather and Mongoosepaw. He looked over his shoulder and called out to Brackenmoon.
"You can come with me if you'd like." He continued to trot away, his senses starting to become consumed by the prospect of food and hunting.

Russetoak stopped once more to throw one last wink over his broad shoulders and flash a toothy smile. "Coming, Brackenmoon?"

The brown tom grinned and started off again. He kept his tail low and ears high as he searched for any sounds or scents. A tiny scraping sound made him freeze, his eyes widened and his pelt and muscles rippled with anticipation. Slowly, he moved through the thick grass, weaving among the thickets and brush, searching for the morsel that now graced his nose. Lower and lower he crouched until his belly grazed the dusty ground and he could see the medium sized bird pecking at the ground only a catlength away.
Wait for it... Obliviously, the bird hopped around, turning its back to the hidden predator. With one calculated leap and swift bite to the neck, the bird hung from Russetoak's powerful jaws and swung as he walked with a high held head.

((Can they hunt gazelles?))