The Cats of Whisperclan(Warriors)(Invite only)

[wickedwolfgirl]

((If posting out of character, please use use the (()) like I do. And I reassigned mentors, check the front page, third post))

[panacea.]

((ok, and thanks))
Ambershard glanced at Thornstar swiftly, then put her hare on the prey pile.

[ice_wolf]

~Form
~Username:ice_wolf
~Character Name:Nightstorm
~Gender:female
~Age:27 moons
~Rank:medicine cat
~Pelt Color:black, with white tail tip
~Eye Color:hazel
~Distinctive Markings: none
~Personality:A caring cat, Nightstorm is glad to listen to anyone's problems no matter how big, or small. She will fight if provoked, and she has such a temper that if you really rub her the wrong way she will bite your head off. She typically calms down by the next day, perhaps by that night if you're lucky.
~Likes: the smell of herbs and rainy days
~Dislikes: fish, dog scent, and greencough
~Greatest Fear: mass illness in the clan
~Greatest Strength:great expanse of herb knowledge.
~History:Her parents died when a unknown illness swept through the clan, Nightstorm now knows that the illness had spread through the prey because of twoleg posion.
~Crush:none
~Mate:none, wants
~Kin:none, died in the illness
~Other:none
~Code:The Cats of Whisperclan

[wickedwolfgirl]

((accepted. Mint. There is a three sentence minimum))
Thornstar shook his head and woke up completely. The dark tabby tom stretched, clawing the dirt. He wandered over to the prey pile. "Excellent work Ambershard."

[panacea.]

(( *headdesk* sorry))
The golden she-cat blushed. "Thanks Thornstar" she replied. She held her head high proudly as she trotted over to a sunny spot to groom her sleek fur.

[wickedwolfgirl]

((It's ok. ))
Thornstar twitched his wickers with amusement at the she-cat's pleased expression. He hopped onto the rock about the den entrance and sat down, curling his tail around his paws.

Lightstride was entertaining herself by pouncing on one of the bushes in the camp. She moved with the speed, grace and lightness that gave her name.

[ice_wolf]

Nightstom padded to the herb stock and pulled out some of the damp herbs. She picked them up in her mouth and carried them outside, placing them in a sunny spot just outside of her den. She sniffed each one carefully, picking out those that smelt funny or had rotting spots. She picked up the ones that were bad and padded out of camp.

[panacea.]

Ambershard felt someone's gaze on her pelt. She turned to see Thornstar, and scuffed the ground with her paw, enbarrased.

Heronflight's imaginary opponent lunges at him. He flipps back and once he is directly flying ontop of him, he kicks him with his back legs and claws and sends him flying into the air straight up. Then as his opponent lands on his back, he uses the belly rake with great speed and power. ((he's battle training))

[wickedwolfgirl]

Lightstride walked over to Heronflight. She watched him for a moment in complete silence, then turned away. She Sat down outside of the warriors den and cleaned her paw.

[Spockylass]

((Oh! Rainpaw is mentored by the clan leader! 8D))

Rainpaw stretched, opening her mouth in a wide yawn. The looked around the camp, watching the day's progression with interest. She noticed that her mentor, Thornstar, was curled up on a nearby rock. Tail twitching, she began to sneak towards him, hoping to catch him off guard with an attack she'd been practicing.