NorthClan (warrior cats)

[Fiddle]

Friskstar watched Mosseyes gaze at the sky for a second and then followed with his eyes. The sky glowed pink-red, refecting the suns last rays and the snow covered earth. Towards the east, there was darker sky, turning purple. The first warriors in Silverpelt were twinkling. Dispite his thick fur, Friskstar shivered. He could see the faintest signs of snow clouds gathering on the horrizon. Tomorrow was going to be very cold. There was a chilling breeze that blew little puffs of snow from branches and drifts, they floated past, sparkling as they caught the last beams of light refecting though the forest. The leader of NorthClan sighed. This was his home. This was beautiful. He pushed his nose one more time into her calico fur and breathed, holding onto the moment, before he got up whisked towards camp, picking up the prey he caught as he went.

[moreponiesneeded]

((sorry i got off so unexpectedly, my dad decided it was time for me to get off, so he unplugged the computer.))
birchpaw headed back to camp, her mouth full with a squirrel, a vole, and a mouse, all really scrawny.

[opti-mism]

Mosseyes smiled, her heart beating hard in her chest. She picked up her catch, and padded next to friskstar, the white patches on her fur glowing in the moonlight. She small, widespread paws crunched on the snow, as she brushed against him softly, her eyes shining in the starlight, reflecting the millions of warriors of silverpelt, and her fur fluffed out against the cold. She shivered, as they reached camp.

[devious.]

(i have returned!)
Swiftpaw placed her prey on the freshkill pile, and then pulled out a mouse to eat.

[devious.]

(am i allowed to make another character?)

[devious.]

Name: shadepaw (desired warrior name Shadewhisker)
Gender: female
Text Color: dark purple
Desired Rank: warrior
Description: pretty black she cat with indigo eyes.
Personality: same as swiftpaw
Other: she is swiftpaws sister
Picture:

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[opti-mism]

((Is anyone on?????))

[Fiddle]

(yes you are, i'll add her! and I am on now:) )

[Fiddle]

Hawkstripe streched his legs and grabbed a peace of freskill from the pile without looking. He padded to a spot beside the warriors den. A very cold, dry air was creaping across the forest, even colder than it already was. It seeped into Hawkstripe's fur. He dug into the snow until he had made a dip a tail-length deep, then settled into it, where his body heat could radiate of the walls and wouldn't be lost. Once satisfied, he bit into his kill.

Birchfrost was just finishing replaceing all the nests in the apprentices den, stuffing in feathers to keep themselves warm. He crept into his and drifted off to sleep, without eating any prey all day.

Friskstar dropped off his prey on the pile and chose a small rabit. "Want to share?" He asked Mosseyes, waiting for her to set down her own catch.

[devious.]

(Thanx!)

Swiftpaw saw her sister sitting a little farther away and walked over to her. "want some?" she asked.

Shadepaw shook her head. "i already ate."