Ƭ ι м в ɛ я Ɔ ℓ α и .|. ACCEPTING

[spicy]

{Dragonfly accepted me, is there anywhere I could pop in? I see two she-cats are in trouble}

[ѕнαdy]

{ That would be a good spot to start. Otherwise a rogue just entered camp, and there are quite a few newly born rogue kits. }

[spicy]

{OKay, I guess Deathrage is hear to save the day! ^^}

|| Deathrage ||

Deathrage was on his way back from a hunting trip, when he smelled freshly spilled cat blood. What? He though, running with the fresh kill in his jaws, he found a small claering were two she-cats lay, one was dead too. {Morningdove and Moonshade} Dropping my kill, he ran over to Moonshade's side. "What happened?" He gasped frightfully. Nudging Moonshade up with his nose, "Can you stand?" He asked worriedly. hoping she was alright, knowing the other one was dead, so many questions filled his head. WHo did this? What happened? Is she alright? Why is Morningdove dead? Is Moonshade going to make it? Were there other warriors invavled? Do we have traitors is our clan? These were only a few of the questions ringing in his head. But he was going to make sure Moonshade would survive.

[Keriae]

(Recap?)

[spicy]

{Who do you play? Then I could tell you(:}

[Keriae]

(Duststorm, Flamepaw, Breezepaw, Featherpaw and Shadow.)

[BlueNightEagle]

((I am certainly late in moving over here, but will try to bring back a somewhat familiar feline. Also, are the genders relatively even? I'll gladly make a tom if the boys are outnumbered))

Иαмɛ
Hailstorm

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
She-cat

Aɢɛ
78

Яαиκ
Elder

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
-

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Hailstorm was born of a small litter, and her only reason for surviving was her being the strongest of three. The others caught colds when they were very young, while she did not, and finished weakened the two other kits til they could barely stand, much less walk. It was only a matter of time before they passed, and her mother between sorrow of the lose of most of her kits and catching a worse strain of the cough, basically lost the will to live. And with no will to go on, one usually does not. Her father had been killed in battle before she and her siblings were even born.
Due to growing up for the most part alone, it made Hailstorm somewhat anti-social, solitary, but not cold-hearted. In truth, her reason for being alone is simply because she has known loneliness all her life, and has never really developed any good friends. Most considered her to just... exist, and very useful to have around in a fight, being surprisingly fierce in battle unlike the majority of the time.
When the war of the clans broke out, she sided with Skyclan, believing they had a right to their own land like all of them. Thus, she fought for them, even against some cats she knew, until the war was ended and Timberclan was formed. She has never had a mate, and due to an old wound, had to retire earlier than she would have liked.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Her fur is medium to long in length, and a mix of pale gray to darker and even lighter shades. Hailstorm's stripes that run across her pelt are darker gray, while areas such as under her mouth, neck, and belly are white and very light gray. The fur on her tail is as long as that around her neck and chest, while the fur of her head, back, and hips are the shortest, her legs being a length between the two.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Hailstorm's eyes are... like a pair of pools reflecting the night sky. They are a mix of turquoise and blue, speckled together, but generally considered blue-green. Her eyes are where her emotions and thoughts generally can be read the most easily, and overall captivating if one takes the time to notice. She also is old enough to have wisdom, even if she isn't as wise as some.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Often it is difficult to be sure of Hailstorm's build due to her fur, but she is lean, yet fairly muscular to be so. In size, she is no bigger than any other average she-cat, but her tail is a bit longer than average, and her legs and form are as well. As for signs of older injuries, she has a scar that runs down her back left hip and upper leg, often hidden from her fur but more noticeable when she is wet. A small chunk of skin is missing from her left, lower ear, having been torn by the bite of another cat in a fight, while the scar on her leg is from another fight in her younger years when she was younger a foolishly got into a fight with a much older cat, leaving that scar that caused her to limp for days. At one time, it only bothered her in cold weather, making it stiff. With time, however, this old injury has gotten worse, even when it isn't cold, and she usually limps, it is simply worse in cold weather.

Ƙιи
Deceased

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Riverclan

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
None, or so she tells herself

Ѳтнɛя
Despite her injury that doesn't make her as good of a hunter or fighter as she once was, she's still young enough that the small hope of one day having kits if she found a mate exists, and she stills fishes, gets around even outside of the camp all the time, and can still be a decent opponent to kits and amateur apprentices, like a Warrior.

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

Hailstorm
Rank: Elder; Location: [current location would be recorded here]; Relationship status: [current status would be here]
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[darĸнowl]

{OKay, I guess Deathrage is hear to save the day! ^^}

|| Deathrage ||

Deathrage was on his way back from a hunting trip, when he smelled freshly spilled cat blood. What? He though, running with the fresh kill in his jaws, he found a small claering were two she-cats lay, one was dead too. {Morningdove and Moonshade} Dropping my kill, he ran over to Moonshade's side. "What happened?" He gasped frightfully. Nudging Moonshade up with his nose, "Can you stand?" He asked worriedly. hoping she was alright, knowing the other one was dead, so many questions filled his head. WHo did this? What happened? Is she alright? Why is Morningdove dead? Is Moonshade going to make it? Were there other warriors invavled? Do we have traitors is our clan? These were only a few of the questions ringing in his head. But he was going to make sure Moonshade would survive.

.: M O O N S H A D E :.

Moonshade could hardly make out the fuzzy image before her but then she blinked her dark blue eyes a couple of times to clear them. As Deathrage came into focus, she frowned and tried pushing herself up once more for him but her legs gave way and she fell onto her wounded side, whimpering slightly. She coughed and blood trickled down her chin painfully. Her breathing was shaky now, for one of her lungs had been seriously injured. She looked up at the tom hopelessly and shook her head slowly. Then her eyes widened and her hackles rose. "Sun....Sunclaw...is she...did she make..back alright?" she asked worriedly. Her heart pounded hard in fear that the rogues had circled around and came back to finish her off. The injured, slender tabby lay there in pain waiting for an answer desperately.
Her beautifully dark grey pelt with black stripes was ruffled, dirty, and caked with blood from the fight. She had wounds all over, but the worst was the deep clawing and biting at her shoulders and right foreleg, and also the wound the other rogue had inflicted when he sank his fangs into her spine.

[spicy]

|| Deathrage ||

Deathrage looked at her, she was so hurt, he'd have to get Morningdove's body later. Right now there was a living cat fighting for every breath. "No, no" My voice was hushed, "Calm down, Skyclaw is okay back in camp," He hoped with all of Starclan he was correct. "Just calm down," He said soothingly, checking over her wounds. "Just ease down, and focus on breathing, you'll be alright soon, just be clam," He repeated, gently grabing her srcuff, he picked her up, and held her as gently as he could. Deathrage walked very slowly so Moonshade wouldn't go through to much pain. He soon smelled an unfimiliar scent, shaking it off, he kept walking, untill soon, it was everywhere, if he hadn't memorized this place so well, he would've lost his way, but it was just getting stronger. "What's that smell?" He managed to meow, with a mouthful of fur. Were those the rouges? If he had to fight them, he'd fight for his very last breath, them, wounding two great warriors, and killing another. He now kind of hoped he'd run into them so he could give them a peice of his mind, hopefully killing at least one of them, plus he kind of had a thing for Moonshade.

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((Accepted! Ill add everyone soon. Im kinda just chillin on the sidelines waiting to be needed lol))