~*A n g e l C l a n*~Warriors Rp~Always Accepting!

[.xToxicVenoMx.]

(Same here)

[Only_Sky]

Name: Nightstripe
Rank: Warrior
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Crush:
Mate: F
Kits:


Name: Deerleap
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Rainclan
Age: 31 moons
Gender: Tom
Crush:
Mate:
Kits:


Name: Bushtail
Rank: Medicine cat
Age: 23 moons
Gender: Tom
Crush:
Mate: Forbidden
Kits: Forbidden


Name: Whitepaw
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Rainclan
Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Crush:
Mate:
Kits:

[.xToxicVenoMx.]

(HOLY SHOOT THOSE CATS ARE FLUFFY Btw if anyone wants to be icefurs mate and frozenkits father let me know so I can change it..)

[AngelGhost]

Same, Im using my phone under my bedsheets xD But im running out of battery so.. ;w; Yay Accepted! Space needed is almost filled :3 Is Whitepaw and Deerleap cats from another clan?

[Only_Sky]

Oops, sorry, no they're in this clan c: I love Whitepaw, he is just so fluffy I almost tear up. ]]

[AngelGhost]

Oh ok c: N lol Whitepaw is adorable

[Only_Sky]

I don't really like his face, it's not fluffy enough and that white patch on his nose is very annoying. >:|]]

[AngelGhost]

Lol well ur added. We have enough ppl in the clan to start rping! Deputy Ceremony will be tomorrow. Im at 20% battery ;-; U can start rping... NOW.

[AngelGhost]

(I gtg, its like 3:00 am where i am, cya guys! ;W; <3)

[Only_Sky]

Bushtail;23 moons;Page 4
The tortoiseshell tom sorted through his herb stores, shuddering as his paws neared some deathberries.

Deerleap;31 moons;
The white and black tabby tom hissed as a mouse scuttled away from him. Standing, the tom opened his mouth and instantly caught the scent of mouse again, a older one, easy prey. Stalking through the fern fronds, he crouched low, darting forward her used his paws to crush the mouse's spine. Smirking, he scraped dirt of it and walked off to find more prey.

Nightstripe;19 moons;
Little legs streaking up a oak, Nightstripe hurried after a large grey squirrel, her paws almost clawing it's tail. As it ran along a branch, the she-cat jumped after it, letting the branch bend and throw her upwards, her tail swinging her toward the rodent. Landing squarely on it's tail, she reached forward and clamped her jaws on it's neck. Holding up her prey triumphantly, she looked down as cracks began to emerge in the bark. Mummbling a curse, she let herself fall to the forest floor, landing perfectly.

Whitepaw;10 moons;
Asleep in the apprentice den.