1x1 Worrior's RP Bloodclan

[wolfyattitude]

"Yeah. He's burried now apparently. No one was expecting it." He sighed, a pang of sympathy hitting him as he thought of her. She was nice, like a sister. Yet after her mates death she seemed quieter.

[A~Random~Fox]

Scourge hung his head in dismay.

Ginger yawned, her bright fangs shining in the moonlight. She stretched out her back, and sat up.

[wolfyattitude]

"I hear Darkfang sent out a patrol to find him, with no luck. I suppose she retired as deputy for this reason, although it's only temporary." He sighed.

Velvitpelt continued murmering, curled up in her den.

[A~Random~Fox]

"I guess so. Darkfang will ba a good substitute for now." He replied.

[wolfyattitude]

"Indeed. He is strong." He nodded, flicking his tail back and forth.

Velvetpelt sat outside her den, slumped slightly.

[A~Random~Fox]

"Well, i hope you can get settled soon." He noded, walking on.

Ginger dedided to take a midnight walk, seeing as Night wouldn't be awake for a while.

[wolfyattitude]

"Thank you." He replied, dipping his head politely.

She sat, some cats briefly flickering there gaze over to her but turning away as soon as she shot them a glare.

[A~Random~Fox]

Ginger made her way across the not-so-buisy thunderpath. She stopped in her tracks eyeing the bloodclan's alley opening.

[wolfyattitude]

Silentsteps lay down and crossed his paws. He had always been small, only an inch taller than Scourge himself, hence why he was a medicine cat.

Velvetpelt continued her loitering outside of her den, barely paying attention to he surroundings. She had given herself a wash, but the scent of blood still barely lingered on her.

[A~Random~Fox]

Ginger felt a sharp shiver run down her spine as she stepped out into the open. Would they recognize her as an enemy?