by xXRockfootXx » Thu Nov 19, 2015 1:27 pm
Froststar || Thunderclan || Location: Camp || Tags: N/A || White colored she-cat
Froststar arose herself with a quick shake. She blinked sleepily around her den, not wanting to get up, but knowing she needed to. But her dream had been so enthralling! The she-cat bounced herself lightly a few times again, this time able to wake herself properly. A new day! Froststar wasn't super excited, but a new day was a new beginning. She stretched her paws and padded out of her den, blinking into the light.
Flamepaw || Thunderclan || Location: Camp || Tags: N/A || Orange colored tom
Flamepaw raced through the forest, without knowing why. He knew he was dreaming; there were no stars in the sky. He knew he didn't want to wake up, and face his clan. He had been surprised when they didn't exile him entirely after... The tom shook himself, then resumed running. The darkened forest surrounding him didn't change in scenery, and Flamepaw would've thought he was going in circles, except for the occasional river or pond he would pass by. Finally, he reached his destination. He didn't know why this was where he had wanted to go, but it felt right. Flamepaw looked over the final, largest river. It seemed torn; divided. Swirling around, the deepest depths were crowded with blackness. Yet slick fish darted in and out of the river, and the surface was glazed with sparkling stars. The orange tom looked up, at the other side. The forest seemed to brighten, and he thought he saw a tail. Flamepaw looked back down at the river. Another fish darted out, and Flamepaw lunged after it, determined to catch it. However, he slipped and fell, headfirst into the water. Thrashing and turning, he thought he saw another cat on the brighter side of the river bank. He couldn't make out the cat's expression, but it seemed... dissapointed.
Plasma || Loner || Location: Twolegplace || Tags: N/A || Tabby orange/grey tom
Plasma tipped his head upwards with a sigh. He didn't feel like waking. His stomach grumbled with famine, with hunger for what he could never get. Food. His main problem. Plasma was a terrible hunter, and a terrible beggar. His adopted mom (That was what he referred to her as) had focused on teaching him how to fight. "Defend yourself first," she told him. She felt pride was incredibly important in a strong cat. Plasma disagreed, but he had wanted to make her happy. And so here he was, starving.
You fell asleep in my
Car I drove the whole time
But that's okay I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine
My Roleplay Priorities wrote:
~My Siggy is a WIP~
You found me!