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[Myra]

(Hey Pyyro)

[Princess Jasmine723]

(recap)

[Myra]

(Not sure sorry)

[Mistyleap]

Nightwish looked around for Blackstar, blushing when she laid her eyes on him.

[watchdog.]

{nvm, I read it all ^^ And who's Dandiepaw?}

Flameshadow

Flameshadow yawned and emerged from the warrior's den, the sun turning her coat to flame. She stretched in the sun, wondering how Duskclan cats managed staying in the dark all the time. She stifled a yawn and trotted out the camp entrance, just in time to hear a crack. She pricked her ears up in time to hear a following "thump". Quickly she raced towards the sound. "Creekpaw?!? Are you okay?" Flameshadow crept forward and gently nosed Creekpaw. "Can you stand up? I'll help get you back to camp."

Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Age:40 moons
Clan:Dawnclan

Hiss

Hiss was determined to find his sister today. As he'd been every day. But today, he was actually coming closer to his goal. He was on the very edge of clan territory, not sure of what to do next. He could smell other cats, and lots of them. He was sure they'd tear him apart, no questions asked, if they found him. But on the other hand, they could have his sister captive. Actually, his sister could be one of them, because he no longer remembered her scent. That settled it. He was going to find his litter-sister. He stepped across the border and walked further into Duskclan territory.

Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Age: 40 moons
Clan: Duskclan, I guess ^^

{And...getting into charrie....}

Blackstar

Blackstar sat on a rock, for the sheer pleasure of being taller than everyone else. "Frostedpaw!" he called. "Come fetch me some fresh-kill. Then we can go training." He lazily lifted a paw and started to groom it.

Gender: Tom
Rank: Leader
Age: 28 moons
Clan: Duskclan

{Hmm...That seemed a bit nice for him...oh well....}

[closet-maverick]

➳ ｍｉｓｔｙｐａｗ

In the light of the dawn sky, a small she-cat strolled through the camp. There were two mice in her jaws, proud catches that she won after her encounter with her brother.
Mistypaw rolled her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. Her brother Creekpaw was way too overprotective in her opinion. She did miss him sometimes, but it wasn't like she could take care of herself. She was a strong apprentice and she would be a warrior sooner or later. Unless she died before she could become one, of course. But that certainly wasn't going to happen, for as long as Creekpaw lived.
Setting a piece of her prey on top of the fresh-kill and taking the other with her, she headed to the medicine den. The medicine cat and his apprentice had to be hungry, even just a little! They were always busy sorting out herbs and tending to sick and injured cats. Mistypaw wrinkled her nose as the strong scent of herbs hit her when she stepped into the den.
I'd absolutely hate to be a medicine cat! How can they manage to endure all this?
Mistypaw plopped on the ground with the mouse at her paws, watching Echosong.
"Hi!" she mewed, her amber eyes locked onto the movements of Echosong's paws as she swiftly sorted the herbs in place. "I was wondering if you and Duststrike were hungry... I know it's not much, but I caught it!"

➳ ｆｒｏｓｔｓｔｒｉｋｅ

Froststrike nodded enthusiastically, her heart pounding with excitement.
She pondered for a moment, sweeping her piercing gaze across the clan and mentally assessing each cat it came across. She was going to lead a patrol!
The small she-cat stood up to her full height - which wasn't much, but was still very intimidating, with a serious look on her face. An unreadable emotion flashed through her eyes for a split second before she smiled, still slightly serious.
"Tigerstripe, Silverpaw, Snowfur and Embereye!" she announced, leaping onto a nearby rock for extra height. "You are all to come on a border patrol with me!"

[Mistyleap]

Nightwish sighed in sadness as she saw him call to another she-cat.

[closet-maverick]

➳ ｃｒｅｅｋｐａｗ

Creekpaw felt like his chest was going to burst and his leg felt like it had been ripped off.
He twisted his head in time to see a ginger she-cat heading towards him. He could faintly hear her speaking to him, but the words didn't seem to register. Everything felt like a blur, and he found himself staring up at three Flameshadows looming above him.
"Flameshadow? Why do you have three heads?" the young grey tabby murmured, trying to push away the pounding pain in his leg. He struggled to push himself up, his paws slipping from beneath him as he landed in a crumpled heap at his mentor's paws.
"I think I broke my leg..." Creekpaw mewed quietly, trying to haul himself forwards.

[Chimericect]

(Woah!! Recap please ^u^))

[watchdog.]

{Creekpaw fell from a tree, and some patrols went out. Not much.}

Flameshadow

Flameshadow winced. That wasn't good. She'd wrenched a leg once when she was an apprentice, and she'd been out of training for a moon. She couldn't imagine breaking her leg. Also, she was pretty sure it wasn't good when a cat could see three when their was one. She pushed away these thoughts and said, "Here, lean on me. I'll get you back to camp." She wished she was able to carry him like her mentor had carried her when she was hurt, but Creekpaw was no kit, and she was not, though she didn't like to admit it, as big as most other cats.