[friggin' foxes]

phenotype - brown siamese, low white and facial white.

to adopt them write a blurb in their narrative of how they feel when they kill something.

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[b][b]username [/b][/b]:
[b]name [/b]:
[b]gender[/b] :
[b]how does a kill feel to them?[/b] :

extras and prettying up allowed, ends in a week, march 1st.

[SunnyStreets]

username : Ravenwhisper's wish
name : Turtlepaw - Turtlespirit
gender : tom
how does a kill feel to them? :

The young rouge felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. With his wonderful Orchid dead, he was faced with caring for their kits. He'd had to wean them early, and with the weather getting harsher every day, he was terrified of losing them. One of their kits had already died, only two days after Orchid had kitted. And Turtle didn't really like hunting, he only did it to keep the kits alive.

He picked up the mouse. It was so small, it would hardly feed even his tiny kits. It hadn't been a hard catch as it was already half-dead and barely able to run. But when Turtle took the remaining life from its' body, all he could think of was Orchid. Taking her Last, shaky breaths.

The kits were dead when he returned home. Unable to eat the mouse, he was found half-starved by Marigoldspark and eventually became her apprentice.

[friggin' foxes]

username :
name :
gender :
how does a kill feel to them? :

febuary doesn't have a 30th??

then the first of march. -u-'')

[Pastel_]

[b]username [/b]: Pastel_
name : Fawnecho
gender : she-cat
how does a kill feel to them? :

Fawnecho padded back to Windclan camp, her head down. In her jaws was a small rabbit. Her heart seemed to ache as she set the now-cold creature on the fresh-kill pile. If only there hadn't been a medicine cat apprentice when she went to start training. Now she was stuck.

[skarekrowkid]

username: fishi.
name : almond that waits in shell; almond
gender : male
rank and tribe: following chief of the tribe that walks with earth
how does a kill feel to them? : mood music :v

almond padded briskly through the moist forest, the leaves not crunching but squishing under his paws. he curled his lip in disgust; the tribe the walks with air had never been this wet. he decided that the tribe that walks with earth would not be his home, the soft leaves were no match for the familiar mountain stone that his calloused paws were used to. almond looked through his options in his head. go back to the tribe that walks with air and plead mercy?
no, that would make him look weak. try and become a part of the tribe that walks with water? no, definitely not. the lake biome did not suit him at all, it was too wet. become a rogue?
of course not! he must stay loyal to the tribe that walks with stars. the only option left was to try and become a part of the tribe that walks with earth. almond looked back down at his paws, digging his gleaming sharp claws into the mud and piercing whatever leaf mold that sat below him. a plan began to form in his head. he would injure himself in the tribe that walks with earth's territory and pass out, waiting for the border patrol or perhaps a healer to come and help him.
they would heal him and consider taking the strong, capable tom into the tribe; yes, that was what he would do. almond sharpened his claws on a log that was sitting in the soggy forest floor. taking a deep breath, almond sprung himself onto a large oak using his hardened, muscled legs. his freshly sharpened claws sunk into the thick bark as he climbed the massive oak. he reached one of the large branches and sat atop it.
he sharpened his claws once again and sunk them into his chest, ripping three to four inches of skin. blood dripped down his chest and paws, the warm, thick liquid bringing an appetite back. almond took his head back and ripped a piece of fur off of his back, to make it look like he was fighting. glancing down, he was at least twenty-six fox-lengths up. nothing, compared to the training he received in the tribe that walks with air.
using what he had learned as a scout, he jumped into the air and distorted the twist that was supposed to make him land on his feet. this way, he would fall on the wrong place and hopefully break a limb. if he died, even better. after all, nobody cared about him anymore. blood from his wound fell upwards as he watched the branch he jumped off become smaller.
wind seemed to rip through his fur and he fell for what felt like forever. finally, he hit the wet ground with a deafening thud and a loud crack. the breath was knocked out of him and he laid there in shock. his.. everything felt broken. after a moment almond was able to pinpoint the pain the pulsed through him, it seemed as though he had broken his shoulder.
perfect. blood gushed out of the wound he had given himself and soon he had passed out.

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almond was in a dream. he watched himself in third person, perplexed. he was back in his mountain home, the tribe that walks with air. his younger self padded back to the cave with his two scout buddies, hauling the weight of a mountain goat between them. this was when it had all started, he thought.
they had dragged it into the cave, chittering about their kill. his friends were significantly bigger than him, almond being the runt of his litter. once they were all in the cave with the goat, the parents of the three scouts congratulated them. it felt good. all of a sudden, though, almond's bully came up to the trio.
he was the biggest scout in the tribe, and naturally, he picked on the smallest scout in the tribe, almond. he teased almond about his small size, about how he probably didn't even help kill it. the voices where muffled. it was a dream, after all, but almond still remembered it vividly. he pounced onto the bully, ripping and tearing fur and skin and trying to make the torment stop.
once he had pinned the bully to the hard stone, almond whispered in his ear. "meet me at the snow peak at midnight. that is, if you're not a coward." almond jumped off of the large tomcat, padding to his den, his back facing the stunned crowd. he wouldn't be eating tonight. he fell asleep almost immediately, wanting to get energy for that night.
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almond woke up, the moonlight seeping into his den. he scarfed down a rabbit and sprinted out of the cave, beginning his journey to the snow peak.
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almond stood at the peak, waiting for the bully to come and face him. adrenaline pulsed through his veins. he was going to end this once and for all. he perked his ears, hearing pawsteps in the snow. he spun around, and there he was.
the bully. he lunged forward and sank his teeth into the hind leg of his enemy. he yowled with pain and turned on almond, lashing
out with sharp claws and lunging at his neck with his teeth bared. almond twisted and ducked to avoid his bite.
he couldn’t match almond's speed, and he managed to grasp the bully from behind and pull him down into the snow.
with his strong hind legs, he clawed at his back until he squealed and struggled away from him. they stared at each other for less than a second, and pounced into another tussle. this time, almond was on top and the bully's belly was exposed. almond clawed at his belly, yowls of pain coming from him. finally, when the bully surrendered, almond leaned down and growled, "never. again." as he sunk his teeth into the enemy's neck.
slight guilt attacked him for a hot moment, but it was already too late. the bully was dead. almond stood back in fear of what he had done. i can't go back now, he thought. almond pelted away from the cave.
he would never be able to forgive himself.

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almond opened his eyes, his shoulder and wound sore. light trickled into a den that he was in. confusion hit him like a blow to the chest, and he bolted upright to be immediately followed by his journey back down to the nest he was laying in. he looked around weakly, and as his eyes adjusted, he looked up at a she-cat that was sorting herbs with her back to him. she turned around at the rustling of his nest, her striking green eyes focused on him.
"i see you have woken up." she said, blinking slowly. "i assumed you would soon. you have broken your shoulder in... a fight.. on our territory?" she asked. "yes." almond rasped. the she-cat nodded slowly.
"very well. we will nurture you into good health and then decide what to do with you."

[bsktcase]

possibly reserve

[SunnyStreets]

is this over? owo

[friggin' foxes]

is this over? owo

i'll be closing it when i get home from school. :3

[SunnyStreets]

bump ^-^

[skarekrowkid]

smol bump! dont mind me~