S t o r m c l a n| Need cats! | Accepting

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◍ D A R K S T A R ◍
Darkstar|Crush; open|In camp|Tags;Raincloud
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The dawn light seeped into the Stormclan leader's den as the sun rose in the sky once again. A muscular black tom rose to his paws. His powerful jaws parted in a yawn and he blinked, attempting to make the sleepiness in his eyes disappear. He made his way slowly to the den entrance and then sat at the entrance, washing himself while he looked around. Seeing the small amount of fresh kill he knew he needed to send out a hunting patrol. He scanned the camp, looking for someone to lead a patrol. As he looked around, a small she cat emerged from the warriors den. He called to her, "Raincloud! I need you to lead a hunting patrol!" Seeing the beautiful she cat nod her head and turn as she headed to find others for her patrol.

Darkstar sighed as he thought about the past few days. Around two sunrises ago, the clans loyal deputy, Whitetail, was killed violently by one of the clans most hated Rouge around, Badgerclaw. The cruel Tom had targeted him when he was hunting with his apprentice, Hawkpaw. Since then the clan has had a hard time. Whitetail was a greatly loved and respected deputy. Darkstar had been sure that it would have been him, who took his place as leader when the time came. Now he was faced with the decision of picking a new deputy.

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♥ R A I N C L O U D ♥
Raincloud|Crush; open|What she is doing|Tags;
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Light beamed through the Warriors den when Raincloud woke up. She groomed herself carefully and looked around the warriors den. She stood up and made her way carefully through the sleeping warriors to the entrance. She poked her head out of the entrance slowly before allowing her entire body to follow. Instantly, it seemed, her leader ordered her to organize a patrol. She nodded, slightly mumbling under her breath before turning and calling, "Shadeheart!"

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✵ H A W K P A W ✵
Hawkpaw|Crush; open|What he is doing|Tags;
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A small tom emerged from the apprentices den. He was slightly skinny and obviously hadn't groomed himself for at least two sunrises. His stomach growled furiously and he made his way slowly to the fresh-kill pile. He sat down and dragged a mouse toward himself. But instead of eating it, he pawned at it. His mind raced with thoughts from two sunrises ago. Hawkpaw and his mentor, Whitetail whom he had a great bond with, had been hunting near the border. Hawkpaw had just killed a shrew and was tracking a mouse when he heard a screech not too far off. He raced towards the sound but as he arrived, he realized it was too late. He stumbled forward towards the limp body of his mentor. The strong white warrior who had been a wonderful deputy, his pelt, once completely white, was now red with his own blood. As Hawkpaw looked around frantically he saw a well known Rouge named Badgerclaw, His paws stained with the Stormclan deputies blood turn and run away from that spot. Hawkpaw had stayed at that spot until a rescue patrol found him. Mourning over his mentor.

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✵ B A D G E R C L A W ✵
Badgerclaw|Crush; open|What he is doing|Tags;
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Badgerclaw sat, grooming his filthy pelt in the morning sun. He growled happily as he tasted the blood of his last victim. The Stormclan cat had been an easy target, he had simply just came up behind him and slit his throat without a problem. He stopped and kneaded the hard ground beneath him with his sharp claws.

[autumn,]

And yes! The RP is now officially started!

[autumn,]

I won't be able to reply until a little later tonight (Christmas parade) I will try to ASAP

[Aliasted]

(Alright.)

LakeWave

She-Cat/ Warrior / Crush: Darkstar / At Camp /

Lakewave yawned at the sound of cats waking up. It was time for her to wake up, too. Her grey paws were suddenly up, as well were her eyes. As her dark green eyes flicked to outside of camp, she watched her crush, Darkstar. She wouldn't let a blush come, and she pretended to confidentially walk to him. ''Good morning, Darkstar. Another day for the clan, huh?'' she meowed with a laugh.

Patchfur

Tom/ Medicine Cat / Crush: Forbidden / At medicine Cat den /
Patchfur yawned with tiredness. He had gone out yesterday for more cobwebs, and it took him such a long time to find. But he finally found them on a twig, and this was enough. All that was low was bindweed, but there was enough for one cat or two. Oh, how hard and tiring this job was- but it was a honor. Patchfur thought about getting an apprentice to help him around with herbs and at least some company. It was lonely in the morning. He also wondered what it would be like to have a mate. But he couldn't. He had to put his clan first. Patchfur sighed out more tiredness.

['pyrrhic]

the small she cat trotted over to the medicine cat den, wiggling her tail in the
air gently. "Good morning, Patchfur!" the little girl seemed to sing with a loud
mew. she played with her ear for a second and seemed to radiate light from her
pretty orange fur. her large eyes blinked as she kept her smile in tact through
her whole visit.

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little miss

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she - cat ❋ apprentice ❋ nine moons
with;; Patchfur ❋ feeling;; happy
"at your service!"
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the blood of a cat had clenched his nose, and so did the scent of a tom cat, not
Darkstar's. his guard strengthened, and the tom stood with his tail behind him
with unease. his claws seemed to come out and he crept with unease. the cat
had sensed danger, and he went into a stalk, and kept moving forward towards
the scent of Darkstar. now the brown cat was closer to the border of the camp,
and he'd be a greatly easy find... good if he was brought to the camp.

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nothing can replace

Ｓｎａｋｅ
tom cat ❋ loner / outsider ❋ unknown moons
with;; no one ❋ feeling;; proud / fearless
"the one and only,"
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['pyrrhic]

{edited my post, sorry for the double post.

[shade.]

{Wait who's Rufflepaw's mentor?}

['pyrrhic]

{I think Tigerfang.

[Amplify]

Name: Silverfrost
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 23 Moons
Clan: Stormclan
Rank: Warrior
Crush: None
Form Page 2

She had already been awake by the time everyone else had started to. She was always up so that she could leave camp to go to the top of a tree, normally one of the ones at the edge of the forest, and watch the sun as it would rise up into the sky from the horizon. It was always so beautiful that she hated to miss it, although she likely wouldn't admit that she felt so strongly about it. She re-entered the camp just as everyone else woke up, dropping a piece of prey in the pile to make up for everything and to make her not look so suspicious. She'd already eaten a small sparrow when she woke up. She stretched ever so slightly, not out of tiredness but out of lack of oxygen to her brain. She waited for her assignment for the morning, maybe she'd be assigned to a hunting patrol or border patrol. She'd be assigned from either Darkstar to lead it or from the patrol's leader which Darkstar chose to be apart of it. It would be okay in either situation, as she wasn't egotistical nor did she need to be leader to feel important. She knew she was in any case, and she knew this thanks to the wisdom she had which she's gained in her lifetime despite it not being extremely long.

*Open*

['pyrrhic]

the small she cat trotted over to the medicine cat den, wiggling her tail in the
air gently. "Good morning, Patchfur!" the little girl seemed to sing with a loud
mew. she played with her ear for a second and seemed to radiate light from her
pretty orange fur. her large eyes blinked as she kept her smile in tact through
her whole visit.

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little miss

Ｆｏｘｐａｗ
she - cat ❋ apprentice ❋ nine moons
with;; Patchfur ❋ feeling;; happy
"at your service!"
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the blood of a cat had clenched his nose, and so did the scent of a tom cat, not
Darkstar's. his guard strengthened, and the tom stood with his tail behind him
with unease. his claws seemed to come out and he crept with unease. the cat
had sensed danger, and he went into a stalk, and kept moving forward towards
the scent of Darkstar. now the brown cat was closer to the border of the camp,
and he'd be a greatly easy find... good if he was brought to the camp.

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nothing can replace

Ｓｎａｋｅ
tom cat ❋ loner / outsider ❋ unknown moons
with;; no one ❋ feeling;; proud / fearless
"the one and only,"
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