ＥｍｂｅｒＣｌａｎ || Semi-Lit || Open & Accepting {Needs warriors}

[walk.]

(Would it be possible for me to make Cloudpaw? His deceased sister who lives in Star clan?)

[Uncle Scarf]

I am not sure, I would PM Jekka for that one. c:

[ForgetMeNot]

[[WIP I decided that I would also do a queen, Ivystripe, and whoever wants to play her kits may do so :) I hope that it's okay that I made two she-cats and only one tom? If need be, I can make another tom. I'll finish their forms soon. ]]

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Nightstorm, born as Nightkit, was named for her jet black pelt. Her mother knew that this name was common compared to the unique names she gave to her other kits, yet she loved the way "Nightkit" sounded rolling off of her tongue. Nightstorm soon became Nightpaw, and graduated to Nightstorm.
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Nightstorm is fifteen moons old. Most consider her a young warrior, though by meeting her for the first time you would not be ale to tell due to her maturity.
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Nightstorm has been, and always will be, a she-cat.
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Nightstorm is proud of her position as a loyal warrior.

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A tough nut to crack, though stunningly open at the same time. Bubbly, no, no one could or would characterize Nightstorm as bubbly or excitable. One that does not know Nightstorm could describe this perplexing she-cat as composed, solitary, and mature. This may come as a surprise to most, but once you break that tough outer shell of the warrior, she can be caring, and full of merriment. Nightstorm usually keeps to herself, but rare occasions show her true colors and lovability.
Also, Nightstorm has a soft spot for kits. Though she would never admit it to anyone, the she-cat has dreamt of having four kits since she was an apprentice. The warrior has alos thought about having a mate, though she cannot find anyone that suits her fancy, for the she-cat can be picky on her acquaintances. On the contrary, Nightstorm has never been a good teacher. Nightstorm has tried hard to be a good mentor for Whisperpaw, though she hasn't really been able to live up to her own expectations of being the one that her apprentice will look up to.
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Like any other cat of EmberClan, Nightstorm disregards her past and does not tell others where she came from. The warrior was born as a kittypet. Only spending two moons with the twolegs, her owner abandoned her

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[Keriae]

Flamepaw

The apprentice rolled her eyes. She'd learnt the front paw blow moons ago! Sighing, the she-cat turned and spotted a stick, long and quite thick. Moving towards it, she studied it for a few moments, trying to find the weakest point. Pinpointing it, Flamepaw settled into a crouch almost identical to Leaftremble's and raised her paw. Without pausing, she executed the move and snapped the stick in half. However, the only problem with sticks was the splinters. "Ow!" Flamepaw yowled, sitting down and drawing her tongue rapidly over her paw pad.

[Jekka]

{ @Walk This Way ;; Yes, because ForgetMeNot has made two she-cats and one tom, and you can make up for the other tom.
@ForgetMeNot ;; My answer to Walk This Way above will answer your question c: x

[Jekka]

ℱ ｏ ｘ ｐ ａ ｗ ♀
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{{ " i am hyper one "
{{ " i am a she-cat "
{{ " i am so single "
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Foxpaw stood still, the fallen tree that was at the edge of the clearing, across the dry land and the stream suddenly came in handy. A broken branch was leaning against the trunk, a perfect target. She padded towards it, and squared her shoulders, as she lifted her paw, preparing to give the stick a strong wack, she was sent flying into the air with shock as she heard Flamepaws screech of pain, she spun around to review the scene, and noted that Flamepaw was indeed in pain and furiously licking her paw.

[Froas]

{{ＴＨＯＲＮＨＥＡＲＴ}}
▸.[ tom ]. ◂.[ warrior ]. ▸ .[no crush]. ◂

He chuckled silently to himself as he heard her squeaky voice as she force out an answer. He purred in response then said we'll lets get going and started walking slowly towards the entrance to camp. He looked back to see her following then flicked his long brown tail.

[walk.]

(Could I start roleplaying with Whisperpaw? Since I am on tablet, I can't do Cloudpaw's form?)

[Uncle Scarf]

L e a f t r e m b l e

{ Warrior } { She-cat } { 18 moons } { Battle training }
Leaftremble immediately turned and bounded towards Flamepaw. She examined her paw and saw a shallow splinter that seemed to have hit a tender spot. It was still protruding from her paw pad, so it could be removed easily, but it would probably pinch a little. "Do you want me to take it out for you?" Leaftremble murmured. She could sense that the apprentice was in pain, and it would be uncomfortable to walk all the way back to camp to have Owlwhisper take it out for her. She felt badly, as she was the one who had suggested using sticks.

[batheir]

Rainpaw looked around nervously, It seemed like the other two apprentices had already learned this. She hadn't indeed went over this before and it was her first time. She spread out her back legs,steadying herself so she could get the hardest blow as possible. Bringing her right foreleg, she packed down as much power as she could to split the Branch. Thrusting out, she whacked the stick and watched as it broke, but not all the way. Turning around at the sound of Flamepaw's painful cry, Rainpaw watched, hoping that it would distract her mentor from her poor whack.