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[Huntress13]

Name: StormCloud
Age: 32 Moons
Gender: She
Rank wanted: Warrior
Mate: Win my heart
Kits: None
Crush: Impress me

Description (Can't find picture):
StormCloud is a wite cat with startling ice blue eyes, her paws, muzzle and tip of tail is a very pale grey.

[sylveonite]

{{Accepted}}

[Huntress13]

(Thank you. Is there a place I could jump in?)

[sylveonite]

{{any where really.}}

[Huntress13]

StormCloud woke abd with a yawn, stretched. She sighed, knowing she had overslept once again. StormCloud padded out the warrior den quietly out into the sun, she looked around camp with curiousity.

[despairz]

{What Season is it?}

Darkfire pads through camp, stretching his aching muscles. He scents the fresh air, enjoying the place that he loved so much. This is where I belong. He smiles as he thinks that and sits down, grooming his pelt and swiping his paw over his ears. He yawns and climbs up a tree that stood in a corner of the camp. He sighs, stirring slightly, then sits down and sprawls out in a fork in the branches.

[_caramel]

Russetwing sat in the midst
of the clearing. It was the
middle of the night, he
was chilled to the
bone, and yet a smile
shone proudly across his
face. This smile was in pride,
joy, amazement, and many
other emotions, too many to
define and count. This smile
was in the excitement of being
named a warrior. Being his first
night as a warrior, he had to
keep watch over his clan, and
silently guard them. So he sat
there, with his smile on his face,
freezing cold, and the happiest
cat in the clan.

{tom} {12 moons} {warrior} {relationship; none} {Kin; unknown}

[sylveonite]

{{green-leaf. Accepted}}

[Sabra]

Arizona walked out all the way out and stood there with her tiny tail in the air, she went over to Rainpelt and hid behind her front paws. She peaked her head out and looked at every one but stayed behind Rainpelt's front paws.

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[despairz]

Darkfire pads through camp, stretching his aching muscles. He scents the fresh air, enjoying the place that he loved so much. This is where I belong. He smiles as he thinks that and sits down, grooming his pelt and swiping his paw over his ears. He yawns and climbs up a tree that stood in a corner of the camp. He sighs, stirring slightly, then sits down and sprawls out in a fork in the branches.