Posts by Forestfur-

Firemist, in mid-flight and in the middle of the three leaping cats, eyed the kit but quickly looked at Wolf again, aiming for the spot behind Wolf in case he tried to run, so that Firemist could catch this mouse dung.

Soldier, a brown tom with piercing green eyes, padded into his makeshift den he had made against a tree with some brambles and moss. He flung a squirrel he had caught onto a little fresh-kill pile that now had 2 toads, 1 squirrel, and 3 birds. He shivered as an icy wind broke through his barrier, so Soldier took some sticks and made a half-foretress; it looked like a lean-to made with sticks and brambles, with a good amount of mossy space in the inside. Soldier pushed through te brambles that satisfyingly pushed against him until he wove his way through. He cozied up in his nest and started to chew on a frog while he used a sketch in the dirt to plan where he was going next: Soldier would stay here for the night, then go to Thunderclan, then Twolegplace. Any challengers that came along he would trick into thinking he was harmless.

Soldier heard a rustling noise and whipped towards its direction, gathering himself and preparing to launch at the first cat entering his den.

Firemist felt a satisfying 'plop!' as the patrol landed on Wolf. He felt teeth dig hard into his ear but he ignored the agonizing pain and dug his claws in harder.

Forestpaw lay on her side and pummeled with sharp claws at Wolf's side.

Flightfeather got off of Wolf and went around to his head, where under that she found his neck and lunged for a bite that wouldn't kill Wolf but would fasten a grip onto his shoulder as she tried to drag the tom back into the Medeivalclan camp.

OOC: :) I am going to (Sleep) please don't flood me by more than two pages!

Ooc: couldn't get to sleep :)

Ic : flightfeather felt Wolf go limp, so she could manage to bring the unconscious loner back the the dungeon. She lay down Wolf's body and thought, Do we need to be so violent? but apparently so. Flightfeather glimpsed Wolf's vicious looking teeth and sharp claws.

Forestpaw padded up to Wolf. "Hah! Told you!" she boasted. "Now Kia," She said. "What about that deal?"

Firemist barely restrained himself from leaping onto Wolf and giving a deathblow. He was enraged to see Forestpaw go through any pain at all.

Soldier,a brown Tom with green eyes, energetically added a squirrel to his mini pile of freshkill. He was nocturnal, so he could rest while cats were awake and hunt when they were asleep. Wolf had made himself a den in a fat, hollow tree and he kept his pile of prey out of the tree. Wolf scented thunderclan and drew back into the shadows. He was itching for excitement.

OOC: Ok, personality change (wow, 10 days after my last edit)... Due to another thread, Soldier is more cautious... and might join either Thunderclan or Shadowclan! OR EVEN THE ELITE!

All three cats surrounded Wolf tensely, their fur bristling. Again!?!?

Ooc: Firemist is a Tom.

Ic: Firemist nodded and led the cats away.

out of character: Remember to post in third person only, like "Examplekit padded away." instead of "I padded away." And by the way, don't forget to create your cat and get it approved first! :)

In character: Forestpaw and Firemist yowled as they raced away from a dog until Flightfeather, a white she-cat with blue eyes, pounced on the dog in a spot it couldn't reach.

With the assistance, Firemist spun around and clawed the dog's muzzle while Forestpaw skidded to a halt in front of (?)kit.

Her green eyes flashed and she remembered her time as a kit when she had snuck out of camp before. Then, seeing the kit's bleeding muzzle and paw and scenting dog smell on the kit, Forestpaw curled around it to protect the kit.

The fox staggered, bleeding, then charged after Treepaw. He jumped out of the way and let it crash the side of the den. It fell to a heap and limped towards Aquapaw, weakly baring its teeth. Treepaw scambled to his paws and slipped towards the fox. Melted snow had begun trickling into the den slowly.

"Sure," Blacknight said with the slightest of a sigh. "About what?"
Blacknight invited them beside her with a flick of her tail while she gazed into a puddle.

"Hello, Clovereyes." Blacknight dipped her head.

OOC: Can I hang around here? And by the way Grizzlyclaw, I won't interfere with your plot... Unless you want me to! >:)

IC: On the way back to Thunderclan, Forestpaw thought she heard Wolf hiss. Shee shook her head, then remembered the 'Treesong' Wolf had mentioned. "Hey, Firemist," She said. "Shouldn't we try to find Treesong? You know, to turn her in to Medievalclan so they can put her in Wolf's cell?"

"No." Firemist replied. Did the apprentice really think Wolf was soft deep inside?

"Wolf wanted to escape for Treesong. Shouldn't we bring Treesong to him, so that he'll be less bloodthirsty and vicious?" Forestpaw reasoned.

"Fine," Firemist replied. He beckoned with his tail for the patrol to gather around him. "We should go to Medievalclan first. There, we can propose the idea and then go into the woods for food, water, and shelter." Firemist dug a few lines in the dirt for a map. He used one paw to point while he planned. "We'll come here and deliver the idea to the clan. Then, we go into the forest and make a mini camp. Then," Firemist pointed with his paw to a clump of grass in his way. "We'll explore the unknown territory."

Flightfeather thought this might work. The patrol of cats agreed. When they finally got back to Medievalclan, the cats stopped to catch their breath. "Who knows the leader here?" Flightfeather yowled.

"Just my loved one... he's heartbroken and clings to every piece of my fur he can find." Blacknight sighed sadly. "I just wish I could go back to him."

I'm sorry for posting so late.

Don't worry. I'm still learning the difference between an observation and an inference.

In math, the x9 rule is really most of what I know. when doing x10 just add a 0 to the end of the number. But we actually have to memorize them.

Think of this.
xx5 is just x10 then divided by 2.

if you have a number (let's call it x), then a way that I found is that you can do this.
So you've got your easy "times 10", right? well, if you get a problem like x times 6, think of how many units away it is from 10, which in this case is 4.
Then do x times 10, and subtract 4 times x.

I had my mom quiz me every hour and every one that I missed, she would say "4 times 8 is 32." And I would repeat it. Sometimes if that happened with the same problem too many times I would write it out in numbers.

wait, so basically we pay to change the weather for like, an hour?

That would be cool!

*votes yes without really understanding anything*

Um, is this for the moderators only? if not sorry!

I noticed an advanced roleplay board in Thunderclan! Thanks. :) But it doesn't work, I can't post a single subject.

Could you remove that? :)

cool :) :)

(by the way I like the smileys! :)))

sounds like homework! XD

(Random but related post)

"Anyone..?" Flightfeather repeated.

Firemist left the she-cats to do their offer while he went off to hunt. He raced through the forest until he smelled a Medievalclan scent marker. Once he passed it and went into neutral territory, he bagan dragging some moss into a clump and looked for some bracken that he would gather then use for a mini camp. First he made sure he was facing their next destination, then he padded a little further into the thick forest and began setting up the camp in a small grassy clearing.

Forestpaw felt Firemist leave and stayed with Flightfeather, all of her senses alert for Wolf.

The fox slipped an fell silent. Had the two apprentices won? Treepaw padded onto the fox's limp body, and to make sure it was dead, pierced a claw through its muzzle. There was a whimper, then no sound except the raging snowstorm outside. "Thanks... um, now how do we get out?" Treepaw's voice trembled and faded into a whisper. Cold water was steadily pouring into the cave-like den.

Treepaw knew that if they didn't think fast, Aquapaw would drown and Treepaw, with swimming abilities, would probably freeze to death. The water was threateningly lapping just above his paws.