W h i s p e r c l a n . S e m i L i t . A c c e p t i n g

[meijhana]

Greyflower
Greyflower was about to say that even queens and kittypets had a right to be concerned about other cats' safety, when she heard a voice that was unmistakably Morningstar's sweep into the nursery. She hauled herself to her feet, waddling out of the nursery. She glanced around the clearing, noting everyone's shocked expressions, before turning her attention to Morningstar. A gasp escaped her as she saw Flamefoot's limp body lying on the ground. Flamefoot? she thought, shocked. She began to tremble. Is this how my kits are going to grow up? Cats died before, but I don't want my kits to be in danger. What will happen to them? She barely heard Morningstar name Blizzardfoot as the new deputy, her thoughts fixated on Flamefoot's death.

Sootface
Sootface had already opened his mouth to respond to Swiftheart's questions when Morningstar charged into the camp. He scented Flamefoot, and his blood turned to ice. The only reason she would be so agitated would be if something really bad happened. To his dismay, he was right. He saw Flamefoot's body lying on the ground, doing nothing but gather dust, and hung his head. "Flamefoot, you were a great warrior," he muttered to himself, acknowledging the fiery tom's prowess. He glanced over to Greyflower, saw her shocked expression, and, with a nod to Swiftheart and Soulheart, headed over to his sister. He brushed against her gently, feeling her tremble, as he chanted Blizzardfoot's name as he became deputy.

Silentpaw
After a few more moments of struggle, Silentpaw pushed Whitepaw off with a grunt of effort. Springing to her feet with a quiet snarl, she prepared for the counter attack, long tail lashing from side to side. She herself was ready to leap if Whitepaw hesitated too long, but she thought it might be better if she let him have a chance first. Steeling herself, she waited. Suddenly, Morningstar raced past the two apprentices, dragging a body along with her. Silentpaw smelled the bitter smell of death, and her fur began to bristle. Her blue-grey eyes looked at Whitepaw, widening as she realized that one of her clanmates was dead. Without another word, she leapt away from Whitepaw, abandoning her orders from Ghostfang to gather clean moss and hunt, and ran into the camp.
Standing near the entrance, she looked around, her eyes falling on Flamefoot. Her eyes widened, and it was all she could do to keep herself from running away. She had only been in the clan for a few moons, and she had never seen the body of one of her clanmates. Involuntarily, her mind flashed back to her kittypet days, where there was no worry of hunger or death or cold. Everything was provided for her. She could have warm bowls of milk at night, and a soft, warm nest to sleep in whenever she desired. She shuddered as she thought about what she had left behind, and what her life was now. She called out Blizzardfoot's name with the rest of the clan, but only halfheartedly.

((Here's the form for a rogue))

N a m e: Osprey
W a r r i o r N a m e: N/A
G e n d e r: Tom
R a n k:Rogue
P e r s o n a l i t y:Osprey is a bitter cat, who only befriends others if there is an immediate benefit for him. He is rather quiet, but persuasive, able to get things done his way without lifting a paw. He prides himself in his manipulative abilities, feeling like they make him better than other cats. He looks down on cats that trust one another, and only rarely cares for anyone else deeply. HE doesn’t mind being called “evil” or “mean” or whatever else the “stupid” clan cats can come up with, because he knows that he can outsmart them any day.
H i s t o r y(o p t i n a l):Osprey was born to a Rogue mother and a kittypet father. He grew up in the forests surrounding Whisperclan’s territory, hunting for himself only and not really caring about what happened to other cats. During his adult life, he met the Whisperclan cat, Greyflower, and realized how naïve she was. He used that to his advantage, using her as more of a toy than a mate during their time together, and abandoning her upon finding out she was pregnant. He does not care for kits, and he does not care for any cat whose heart he has broken before. This would not be his first time fathering kits and abandoning the mother.
K i n:None in the forest anymore, unless you count the kits he will have with Greyflower
C r u s h:None
M a t e:None that he keeps for long
K i t s:Apart from the many that he has in previous…relations…:Marshkit, Snowkit, and Ospreykit
O t h e r:

[abandoned.]

Soulheart § Swiftheart

The two sisters stood at the same time and began to follow the rest of their clanmates to where Morningstar waited. They sat, their tails curled up around them and waited for their leader to speak, not missing Flamefoot's dead body not far from them. A wave of sadness rolled over them, even though they knew that he was in a better place. Hearing the name of their deputy, the two sister's chanted the warrior's name along with the other cats.

((I have more cats done on page 9))

[Kat.]

Cobrakit
The small she-cat bounded off, confused by what the Warriors were doing. "Skykit?" she whispered, looking around. She made sure she was too far from the camp for anyone to hear her, then whispered a little louder, "Skykit?"
She peered over a short, dead fern, still puzzled as ever. Cobrakit didn't know what to think of the Clan meeting, and why they were so sad. She also couldn't figure out where Skykit was. Maybe I could ask Petalnose... she thought, but then remembered the meeting.
"Skykit!" she whispered, getting more frustrated. "When I find that cat, I'm gonna--" Someone died. I should be quiet. I don't want anyone to know I'm out here! Unless Skykit is at the meeting... she slowly skidded back into the nursery, trying to figure out what was going on.
Although she was certain no one heard her come in or leave, she made sure to be extra quiet as she poked her head out the nursery. ( WB )

[free.]

(@Pie: Alrighty, that'd be great! Oh and I added all the cats that had personalities and whatnot to the front page.

@meijhana: Accepted!)

Morningstar.
She glanced out over the cat's, her expression unreadable. Her body was numb, and she was cold and shivering from having been in the water. And Flamefoot's death just numbed her even more. "Mourn your fallen clanmate. Stay with him for only a few moments, or the entire night, whichever you choose. We will bury him come sunrise." She said with a resigned sigh, looking rather dreary. With that, she gave a flick of her tail, and the clan meeting was dismissed. If Blizzardfoot had a problem with being deputy, he could come speak with her later. As for now, she was tired, cold, and hungry. She padded over to the fresh kill pile, grabbing a large rabbit, and then dissapeared into her den in the rock, litchen swinging back over the hole to cover it. Once inside, she lay down, curling up in her nest. Taking a bite of the rabbit, she chewed slowly and thoughtfully. Poor poor Flamefoot. He would have made a fine deputy too, at one point. Once he had learned to obey orders.

Petalnose.
She gasped, having raced after Greyflwoer. She padded hesitantly up to Greyflower and Sootface, sitting about a tails-length away from them. Her face was in total shock, and she couldn't believe what Greyflower was saying. But the body in the center of camp proved it. Shaking her head, she said a prayer up to Starclan for Flamefoot. She was saddened by their loss, but called out Blizzardfoot's name with renewed vigor, nodding her head. He was strong and loyal, a brave warrior. he would do fine as deputy.

Skykit.
She tiny she-cat lashed her tail impatiently as she watched her adopted sister run around looking for her. Couldn't she tell this was a solem time for the clan? Irritated, Skykit slunk forwards, into the nursery, edging away quietly from the others. She gently but firmly swatted at Cobrakit's rump with her paw. "What in Starclan's name do you want now?" SHe hissed quietly. "Can't you see a warrior has just died? This is no time to be acting like you were just born. Use your common sense!" She told her. Sure, Cobrakit and Skykit were both kits. But Skykit didn't act like one. And anyways, Cobrakit should know when to shut up.

Crowfur.
He watched Dapplerain hesitantly. His bright green eyes blinked, and with uncertianty, flicked his tail over her shoulders in attempt to confort her. "He was a great warrior, but it was his time, I er, suppose. At least now he's watching over us from Starclan. His death will make us stronger, too, as a clan. Bring us together." He murmrued, just speaking what came to mind. He never had been all that great at words of sympathy. He was more of the type who made jokes to try to get you to feel better. But Crowfur doubted that now was the time.

[Starbaby]

W.hitepaw

"When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over. When everything is out, you gotta take it in."

Whitepaw kicked frantically as he struggled with Silentpaw, but eventually he was knocked off. He fell into a crouch beside her, wriggling on his haunches as he readied himself to spring back onto her. A few heartbeats went by, and he realized Silentpaw had hesitated. What was the matter? Opening his jaws, Whitepaw was about to ask her, but no sound left him before a blur of two cats went by them. Whitepaw straightened himself, whiskers twitching. The apprentice's wide blue eyes met Silentpaw's and he waited for only a breath before leaping after her.

After shouldering his way into the camp, Whitepaw padded up beside Silentpaw. His eyes were wide on the cat in the middle of the camp. The medicine cat sat close beside him, his head hanging. Flamefoot? Whitepaw let a sad mew fall from his mouth, hardly hearing the news about the new deputy. He glanced back up at Silentpaw, seeing her shudder, eyes wide. "Hey-" He said, nudging her with his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He knew she had it differently, not coming from their clan.

"Oh, this has gotta be the good life."

H.awkmoon

"I walk this empty street, on the Boulevard of broken dreams."

Hawkmoon's ears drooped and he was unable to lift his head. Death in the clan was always hard, and he hated to see such a skilled warrior be taken by Starclan. "He joined you too soon." He murmured quietly. Hawkmoon had already decided to sit with his fallen friend during the night, though he wished to get some words in with Morningstar when they both had time. She was no doubt busy, with a new deputy and missed patrols to arrange from her time away. He watched her pad away into her den, probably to get some rest. She deserved it, so he didn't follow after her. Instead, the medicine cat lied down beside Flamefoot, tucking his paws under his chest and curling his tail around his body.

"And I'm the only one and I walk alone."

[dandelion love]

Dapplerain | 20 Moons | Warrior | Apprentice : Ravenpaw | Crush:Maybe...Crowfur?
She felt his tail go over her shoulders. She looked at him and nodded, "Thank you." She said quietly to him. She was grateful for him, she knew he was trying to cheer her up. Death was always hard for her, but she knew she would be okay. She watched as Morningstar spoke once more and then leaped down the rock. She turned back to Crowfur. Not knowing what to say or do. She just looked back down at her paws.

[meijhana]

Greyflower
Greyflower glanced back at Petalnose. She padded over to the other queen, flicking her bushy grey tail over Petalnose's shoulders. "This is insane," she muttered. "Flamefoot was such a good warrior. I never would have thought..." She allowed her voice to trail off. She knew that she and Petalnose could find comfort in eachother, and that knowledge boosted her mood slightly.

Silentpaw
Silentpaw shook herself as Whitepaw spoke to her. "It's just so strange," she said softly. "I guess I just felt like warriors weren't supposed to just die like that." She glanced over at Whitepaw, grateful that he was there. "Do you think Ghostfang will expect us to get back to that hunt?" she asked, tearing her attention away from the corpse that seemed to loom over her like a dark cloud. "Or do you think we'll get off easy tonight?"

[abandoned.]

Soulheart § Swiftheart

Soulheart stood once Morningstar declared the meeting over. She waited while the other cats went to go pay their respect to Flamefoot. Seeing her apprentice, the black and orange she-cat padded over. "Whitepaw, Silentpaw," she said, speaking softly. "Are you two alright?"

Swiftheart sat where she was after the clan cats dispersed. She stared at Flamefoot's dead body before mentally shaking herself. The grey and white she-cat stood and padded over, touching her nose to the tom, whispering, "Goodbye, Flamefoot."

[Starbaby]

W.hitepaw

"When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over. When everything is out, you gotta take it in."

Whitepaw flicked his ear in acknowledgement, his eyes looking somber. He had only recently been made an apprentice, but he had seen difficult time in the clan when he was young. Though it may seem like those big, strong Whisperclan warriors were incincible, no cat could live forever. Lifting his head, Whitepaw gazed over at the older warrior Ghostfang, noticing he was equally as humbled by his clanmates death. "I don't think any cat will be expected to do anything tonight. Some cats have already decided to sit vigil."

The apprentice's white tail flicked to the side as he heard a familiar voice calling his and Silentpaw's names. He turned his head to look up at his mentor, Soulheart. The calico padded over to them, her voice soft and kind. "I think we'll be okay, Soulheart." He replied, touching his tail to Silentpaw's side.

"Oh, this has gotta be the good life."

[free.]

Scorch.
The tiny black tom sat outside of the Whisperclan camp. He was half-way up a rather large oak tree that looked over into camp. He smiled to himself, but didn't make a move. Even though he was totally and completely hidden from any cat's view, he was still being cautious. As it was, there was only one of him and many of them. And he was trespassing and spying. Not that he was after information. He was an independant rouge, solo. He was just curious about the way the lived, and liked observing them from his hiding spots. His deep amber, almost red eyes blinked, and his ears were flicked forward, but other than that, he didn't move a muscle. He couldn't risk being seen, not yet. He wasn't sure how hostile they would be. Especially after losing a clanmate. He shuddered. No, now was not the time to show himself. And Scorch himself wasn't sure he wanted to join, even if they did let him. He had to think about it for awhile first.