FeatherClan :New&Accepting: (PROPHECY!) :NEEDS WARRIORS:

[one step c l o s e r]

Um, was I accepted?

[PurpuraPapilio]

{{i'm sure you were}}

[one step c l o s e r]

(Okay, thanks. Um, where can I start?)

[sweater]

Rainstorm

|Tom|Featherclan warrior|No love interest|Sitting, thinking|Slightly depressed|

A single one of Rainstorm's ears twitched and Darkpelt and Bluetail raced past. He cringed slightly; he hadn't been hunting for such a long time, he almost longed for the fresh air and the feel of small furry bodies beneath his claws, followed by triumph and victory. But the desire vanished as soon as it came---he had no one to hunt with, and the joy diminished when you hunted alone. However, he wanted to hunt with someone he knew and trusted, and the blue tom had no ome of the sort. He shrugged back hurt and sat down, staring at the ground. He was so bored, a very common emotion he'd been feeling lately. It made him mentally cringe to remember the cat he used to be; healthy, strong, energetic. Now all he felt was useless.

[PurpuraPapilio]

{{Sorry guys I need to head off, I got college tomorrow. @raining-pouring and Sonador, I did reply a page or two back, feel free to reply while I'm offline, I'll reply when I can.}}

[one step c l o s e r]

(I'll just jump in. Good luck!)

Spottedpath padded out of the den and glanced around the clearing. She noticed the fresh-kill pile was a bit small, so she decided to hunt. She noticed Rainstorm sitting down, looking downcast. "Hey, Rainstorm! Want to come with me to hunt?" she mewed brightly to him. "We don't need to go to fast," she added, noticing he looked tired.

[sweater]

Rainstorm

|Tom|Featherclan warrior|No love interest|Talking with Spottedpath|Feelings unknown|

Rainstorm's ears perked up, and he lifted his head, "Hmm?" He wasn't sure who the voice belonged to, but he'd heard it around camp before. He turned her head slightly, noticing Spottedpath looking at him, seeming to be waited for an answer, "Oh, Spottedpath." He considered what she was asking, and decided he had nothing better to do, "Sure, why not." He shrugged and padded after Spottedpath, decently relieved to finally have an excuse for getting out of camp. "We don't have to go slow." He added.

[one step c l o s e r]

(I'll post later, have to go to bed now. Bye!)

[raining-pouring]

{{ College? Wow. I'm in my first year of highschool. ;^^
I'd like to mention that Darkpelt's leg has fully healed, and he only has scars there. No fur. I just realized I left that part out, and I don't feel like going back in and editing it. x-x
AND I'm copying your format purpura. because it's so prettyful. :3 }}

Darkpelt's eyes brightened as he saw Bluetail race out ahead of him, and his chest filled with that familiar, really nice feeling. The same one he had felt when he first fell in love with her. And he was still falling more and more in love with Bluetail every day, that feeling of butterflies in his stomach constantly recurring.

The large tabby tom smiled broadly, so that his bright white teeth were showing. It made his heart flourish to see the happy, care-free, zealous Bluetail he knew and loved blossom back to life. After moons of dreary, dark, and discouraging days (ALLITERATION OVERLOAD) and long, restless nights, Darkpelt couldn't feel happier to see Bluetail this excited. It was as if her whole body was glowing with an aura of pure light, a contagious epidemic of happiness.

Scrambling his paws to catch up, Darkpelt felt a renewed energy that had been bottled up all these days suddenly unleash. His legs felt lighter, his paws moved faster, his shoulders felt stronger. His stomach was still flirting with butterflies, causing an amazing mix of happy and exhilerated. Darkpelt couldn't recall the last time he had felt like this, but seeing Bluetail well again was one of the greatest and most uplifting things ever. After so many tribulations, it was like the clouds had been lifted and the sun was out again. Though the pain of what had happened still lingered in the backs of their hearts, things were better now. They had each other, and they could battle everything readily, side-by-side. Nothing, not even death, would tear him from his mate now.

The forest was bright and warm, a stark contrast in the setting from the past few days. It made the moment that much better, the two exuberant cats running through the forest again like they had when they were apprentices as they soaked up the sunlight from above. Darkpelt stayed close behind Bluetail, parting his jaws to take in the smells of the forest around him. He was looking specifically for rabbit, his favorite, while he knew Bluetail was fantasizing about a fat, juicy squirrel.

[sweater]

{I am so much younger then both of you...}