☣AshClan☣V.1 (Closed, mods please lock.)

[Cradily]

(I think you may have mixed up your roleplays XD)

"Hello, Fireheart," Batfang greeted the fire-pelted tom. "I'm very sorry about your sister. She didn't deserve to die like that. But I'm sure that she's happy in StarClan."

Creekstorm waded cautiously into the stream and let the cool water wash over his blood-stained fur. He went underneath once, then came back up a moment later, padded onto land, and shook out his drenched pelt. "Come back to camp when you're ready," he told Sunpaw before walking in the direction of camp.

[landofmakebelieve]

Sunpaw nodded, washing out his flamy pelt then shook the water out of it. He sat on the riverbank and licked himself dry before padding back to camp.

[jesse mccree.]

(Oh yeah. Sorry...)

Fireheart looked up."Hey."

[prince.]

((Should I kill off Larkflight just to cause drama?))

Larkflight sighed and re-adjusted her position.

[jesse mccree.]

(Sure why not. If you want.)

[oh my no]

Uh sure? Jaywing would probably act like his entire family died and forget that the clan has ever existed.. Lol)
Squirrelpaw waited for an answer silently.

[prince.]

((I know. I thought that's be quite funny. Jaywing would probably go insane. I'll think about it... Any more opinions? I'm mean to Jaywing XD))

Larkflight flicked her tail around her four kits.

[oh my no]

Ostrich?)

[Cradily]

(No need to apologize, it's not a problem owo)
(Aaaand nooo Larkflight ;A; *hugs her* I liked her...But you can do what you want of course. xD)

"Are you feeling any better then?" Batfang asked, tilting his head.

Once back at camp, Creekstorm took a pigeon from the fresh-kill pile and hopped on top of a protrusion of rock jutting out from the ground. He devoured the bird leisurely, pleased that he had so easily been able to convince Sunpaw to train the proper way. The strong way. Most apprentices, like that daft Cinderpaw or the mild Heartpaw, would have grown suspicious almost instantly and refused to obey their mentors had they been ordered to do such a thing. Sunpaw seemed to be one of the few smart apprentices in the Clan and he was glad that Moonstar had chosen him to mentor the sun-colored tom. At the thought of Moonstar, Creekstorm immediately remembered that Kestrelclaw had traveled to the Moonwell with Foxcloud and Leopardtail, and a sudden bout of envy welled up inside of him. If Moonstar had chosen me as deputy over that mouse-brained Kestrelclaw, I would be leader right now. Still, there was always the chance that he would be chosen as the next deputy, but he highly doubted that, especially after he was accused of trying to murder Ivycloud with a deathberry. Then again, the Clan really had no way of knowing that he had done it intentionally. The only other cats who had been there were Ivycloud herself and the other queens and their kits. Everybody else in the Clan had no evidence to go by, no reason to distrust him, for he had always shown loyalty and respect to his Clanmates.

[landofmakebelieve]

Sunpaw strode back into camp, his muscles rippling under his sun coloured pelt. He grabbed a vole and headed to a sunny patch to eat.