C I N D E R H E A R T
warrior ☾ she-cat ☾ feeling; proud ☾ 17 moons ☾ mate; Demonflight ☾ crush; Kestrelthorn ☾ tags; Demonflight
● I am nothing like you, you are no one to me, stay away, be afraid, for I will fight to the death against you ●
Cinderheart padded over to Demonflight, her assigned mate. Oh StarClan, are you trying to ruin my life? Questioned Cinderheart.
Cinderheart padded over to Demonflight, her assigned mate. Oh StarClan, are you trying to ruin my life? Questioned Cinderheart.
ECLIPSE
not far from camp 🐾 she-cat 🐾 31 moons 🐾 crush/mate; none 🐾 rouge 🐾 tags; OPEN
Eclipse awoke, her pelt was damp from the morning dew. She shook her fur before standing up, her hind leg ached from the hitting the large rock yesterday. She attempted to shake it off as she had done yesterday. She decided a run would help ease the pain and soreness.
W H I T E S T R I K E
warrior ☾ tom ☾ feeling; inquisitive, annoyed ☾ 22 moons ☾ apprentice; ☾ mate; Honeytuft ☾ tags; Ashstar
Whitestrike awoke, he remembered last night when Kestrelthorn and he had found Demonpaw and that weird cat. He hurriedly walked out of the warriors' den and approached Ashstar.
"Ashstar, there is something I need to talk to you about."
"Ashstar, there is something I need to talk to you about."
L O S T H E A R T
elder ☾ she-cat ☾ feeling; tired, happy, eager ☾ 113 moons ☾ mate; Scarface ☾ tags; Firewillow
Lostheart whipped around, Firewillow's soft voice was able to be deciphered from any other cats' voice.
"Thank you, Firewillow."
She could smell something foul, she sniffed at the ground. It was a rat, well, she didn't want to be rude. She was lucky to be taken care of at all. She snatched a bite.
"Are any of the kits up yet, do you think?"
Asked Lostheart in a raspy voice, her voice sounded this way in general. Her spirits were up, she wished to tell the kits the story of the everlasting warrior. She hadn't been this happy in a longtime, until Birchsong's kits had been born. Brambleberry's death flashed in her mind, though it had been many, many seasons ago she still missed him. Was Palewatcher proud of her? The she-cat hoped her older brother was watching over her in StarClan.
We all used to be Fernpaw, Brightpaw, and Bramblepaw. Just the three of us. Together.
After the badger attack she was renamed Lostheart, for she had lost her sight. She had been ashamed of her name for as long as she could remember. No cat ever knew her named used to be Brighteyes. She hoped no cat ever would.
"Thank you, Firewillow."
She could smell something foul, she sniffed at the ground. It was a rat, well, she didn't want to be rude. She was lucky to be taken care of at all. She snatched a bite.
"Are any of the kits up yet, do you think?"
Asked Lostheart in a raspy voice, her voice sounded this way in general. Her spirits were up, she wished to tell the kits the story of the everlasting warrior. She hadn't been this happy in a longtime, until Birchsong's kits had been born. Brambleberry's death flashed in her mind, though it had been many, many seasons ago she still missed him. Was Palewatcher proud of her? The she-cat hoped her older brother was watching over her in StarClan.
We all used to be Fernpaw, Brightpaw, and Bramblepaw. Just the three of us. Together.
After the badger attack she was renamed Lostheart, for she had lost her sight. She had been ashamed of her name for as long as she could remember. No cat ever knew her named used to be Brighteyes. She hoped no cat ever would.