Stormclan don't be afraid to join!

[SunShineSmiles]

Shadepelt:

I feel bad; especially when Windsong takes off into the forest alone, but what can I do? I couldn't keep leading her on, knowing I didn't have any real feelings for her. Sure, she's pretty and kind, but she isn't really the she-cat I picture myself falling in love with. I don't know who is, yet, but I have an idea who my type is, and she isn't quite it. Shaking my head to shed the troubling thoughts, I stand when I see Foxfur glance at me. I walk over to her and Russteclaw boldly, "Can I join the evening patrol?" I ask, not sure why Foxfur always seems to be organizing these things.
And then it hits me.
"Oh!" I exclaim, in a sharp meow, "You're deputy, aren't you?" I stare at the ginger and white she-cat in astonishment, and awe, no wonder she's so stressed out.

[Lynxshine]

Shinepaw:
She felt exilarated by the wind in her fur and the sun on her fur.

[nymx]

" I Would Love to join" he purred standing up waiting for her to choose the next cat(s) .

[g o l d f i s h]

(Can i mentor one of them?)

[FireCalls]

Foxfur:
"Wonderful, Russetclaw!" I meow, happily, and before I can approach him, Shadepelt has come over and asked to join the patrol. I'm just about to say yes, when all of a sudden he bursts out about me being deputy. I stare at him, mouth agape, and unable to process his density for a moment. Finally, I speak, "You just now figure that out, mouse-brain?" I ask, sarcastic but affectionate. "Yes, I'm deputy." I say, and for an instant I allow a sadness to be conveyed to him, but I quickly clear my gaze, "And yes you may join the patrol, we'd better head out if we hope to be back before dark."

Hawktail:
"She'll be a good apprentice." I say, picking Mousekit up carefully and settling her down against Thunderstar once more, "Stay there, little one, you'll be much warmer." I murmur gently. Looking up into their mothers eyes, I feel even more affection for the kits. They seem to be big for their age, perhaps Starclans blessing has extended to do more than quicken the pregnancy, perhaps even their kithood will be aided.

Mousekit:
"Papa." I pipe up, and then search my mothers belly for more milk. Finding some, I latch on and content myself to purr, drink, and kneed mommy's tummy. I know somehow that the strange cat I glimpsed was my papa. I can tell by the scent of him too, and as I drink, I work to open and close my eyes; the newest trick I've learned.

Stonekit:
Hearing the word 'papa' I mew wonderingly. "papa?" I squeak, and turn my blind head towards the stranger that entered. I can smell him, and yes, he does smell safe. Must be papa. I want to move to him, but I'm so tired already, I just collapse back into sleep.

[Lynxshine]

Shinepaw:
Exilarated by the wind she jumps from tree to tree; reaching for the stars. She thinks: no one can catch me now. No matter what I feel I am free to do whatever I want up here by the stars.

[nymx]

"Okay ." He walked to the camp entrance waiting for the others flicking his tail .

[scourgeXashfur924]

she got up a new feeling approached it was strong it was it anger she jolt at the dog slicing its neck it screeched and ran off s

[scourgeXashfur924]

she no one will ever love me she said aloud entering camp

[SunShineSmiles]

Shadepelt:

Ducking my head in embarrassment, I mutter "Huh, yeah, my bad." Then join Russetclaw at the camp entrance. I flick my ear at Foxfur to hurry, and almost tell her to, but then Windsong enters, talking to herself about how no one will ever love me. I feel like a stone's fallen into my stomach. I could say something to her, but what? I can't lie; tell her that I might love her oen day. To give her false hope would be cruel. I don't know if i'll ever love again.