~ SησωƆℓaη ~ (warrior cat rp, new!)

[Inktvis]

Cricketstar looked back, but was un able to see Flopwhisker "Come one Slow poke!" she teased friendly.
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Hareflight watched as Thornflight searched for fish, she smiled and sighed; it was so peaceful, no wars, no fires, the cool autumn breeze was swishing the leaves of the trees and chilling the still plentiful rivers. This was by far her favourite time of the year, and she was glad that she had a friend to share something she enjoyed so much with.
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Edgedwing no longer was paying any attention to the conversation; grief rattled in her heart as she stared down at the crumbled body of her father I hope you died in peace father, and that you know i love no matter how many she-cats you have come to love"
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Scorchedpaw flattened his ears "I guise i'll keep you company, but i'll leave the ticks for you!" he said playfully

[__PawPrints__]

Mosspaw noticed what Edgewing was staring at. He left the bristling cats and walked over to her. He pressed himself next to her for a moment and then pulled away quickly. His own sadness was reflected in his eyes. He pinned his ears back against his head looking down at his old leader. He glanced up at Edgewing to make sure she was okay and could not help but notice he was the same height as her.

"Oh gee thanks!" Frostpaw meowed sarcastically rolling her ice blue eyes and smile on her face. She was glad someone was helping her. Especially Scorchedpaw. She realized with a sneaked glance at him that he was probably her best friend.

[Inktvis]

Scorchedpaw replied with a tilt of his head and a smile that rarely showed on his face. The dark-tom never really had any friends; where he was from there was no such thing but he enjoyed the bond of 'friendship' it made him feel happy for once.
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Edgedwing barely noticed the apprentice at her side, she felt tears come to her eyes as she lent down to nuzzle his golden fur.

[__PawPrints__]

Mosspaw watched her sadness pricking at his own heart. He backed away slowly and went back over towards the huddle of cats to give Edgewing more privacy.

Frostpaw ducked into camp and stopped. "What happened?" She saw a limp figure of golden fur and panic clawed at her chest. Then she noticed Edgewing. "Oh no." she meowed to Scorchedpaw. "It's Yewstar."

[Inktvis]

Scorchedpaw looked up confused, he still did not see why these cats were to sad when another cat died. The tom dipped his head "I am sorry for the pain this may cause the clan" he said respectfully not completely sure what he was meant to say.

[__PawPrints__]

Frostpaw looked at him her blue eyes scanning him as though looking for something. Then she shivered slightly although it wasn't from the weather. She lowered her head as through she were about to fight someone and her tail straightened as the tip flicked uneasily but she was staring at the elders den. "Come on. Let's get to work." she meowed slightly quieter than before.

[Inktvis]

Scorchedpaw nodded and followed the smaller apprentice to the elder's den he peaked in "Eeeerr.....there arn't any elders" he said confused.

[__PawPrints__]

"Yewstar's old nest." she meowed her eyes staring unfocused at her paws.

[Mentalist Psycho]

Cricketstar looked back, but was un able to see Flopwhisker "Come one Slow poke!" she teased friendly.
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Hareflight watched as Thornflight searched for fish, she smiled and sighed; it was so peaceful, no wars, no fires, the cool autumn breeze was swishing the leaves of the trees and chilling the still plentiful rivers. This was by far her favourite time of the year, and she was glad that she had a friend to share something she enjoyed so much with.

Flopwhisker swivelled his ears towards the direction of Cricketsong's voice and sprang towards it. Unfortunately, he miscalculated her distance in the darkness and ended up pouncing on her tail.

Thornflight glanced over at Hareflight. He liked the she-cat, but was unsure of how she'd take it if he told her. She probably doesn't like me anyway, he thought ruefully, turning back to the water to check for fish.

[octoberwind]

Иαмɛ
Maseolvic {Mae-sol-vick}

Ɯαяяισя Иαмɛ
Eaglescreech

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Male


Aɢɛ
25 moons

Яαиκ
Loner

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Same,he's never going to join a clan or find housefolk, but, if he had to, he would be a warrior.

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Bold, brave,strong,he''s also a bit of a bigshot around other males, he will protect any cat that he loves .How ever, he can be rather mischeivous if he wants to,and sneaky.
Maseolvic loves to run,hunt,and swim.He is a rather athletic and energetic cat. Maseolvic is not very good at climbing trees, nor is good at crawling though small tunnels.
He can be very sweet, but also slightly aggresive if you get on his bad side, or just steal his prey.
History-
Maseolvic was born at the edge of a tall strand of hills raised by his mother, along with two siblings, Mavric and Milsana. When they where old enough to travel on they're own, Their mother moved farther up the hills, and Mavric and Milsana went off toward the woodlands, but Maseolvic moved farther into Snowclan territory to live because he felt safer from dogs there.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Maseolvic has short, soft and dark brow fur, with small patches of black and golden here and there.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Tea-leaf light green with a bit of brown around the edges of the pupil.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
He is 1 foot and 9 inches, he ways 5 pounds and is a rather bulky tom with a short tail and tall ears..

Ƙιи
The only kin he knows is his niece, Kiya {living}, brother Mavric {dead} sister Milsana{living} and his mother,Solena {dead}

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ


Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
None, at the moment.

Ѳтнɛя
number-9 color-Black

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

Maseolvic
Location: farther up the river

Maseolvic stalked thru the tall grass, head held high and ears pricked up and scanning the stretch of mud for any sound, scrushing down, he leaped forward and onto a small, flat boulder that lay at the edge of the river, water bubbling up around it slowly. He hopped across a stretch of rocks and slipped down off of one and onto firmer ground where tiny sypres saplings had begun to pop up...