~Phoenix clan~ The clan that arose from the ashes, OPEN!

[birdbath]

(Ok! We can start roping now if you guys want!

[Hirpadurp]

(yus! yas! yes! yesh!)

[dolan duk]

Thundering looked around camp for something to do. (Open)

[Hirpadurp]

Ambergleam was in the med den counting herbs. More of a pass time then a task. She knew there was enough of everything.

[Daytime-Despair]

Silverpaw was watching Ambergleam count the herbs. "Do we need anything?" She asked

[Hirpadurp]

Ambergleam looked at her apprentice, "No not at the moment it seems." she meowed.

[birdbath]

Flamestar
She padded around the camp, her Aqua eyes alert and weiry. She gave a sigh before heading to the fresh kill pile. She was feeling the weight of kits, ever since pheonixkit died she swore to be a good mother, but her clan replied on her. She turned her head to face the sun in half flight, she cursed under her breath for waking up later that usual. Coal kit quietly padded next to her, she whipped around and then smiled. Before lifting the small she kit back into her den, " soon coal kit," she said with a small strain of sterness in her voice.

Coal kit,
"Ok mummy," she then lowered her kitten head and asked something, "why did you change your name? "

Flame star
The smile that had adorned her lips flinched, "it's just a age thing," she lied.

Coal kit
She nodded and went back to her mothers nest and pounced into it, trying not to stare at her mother, and wondered if she was lying.

Flame start
That name brought back memories. Painful memories, in mystic clan she "was" the cat of a prophecy, but it applied to the "dove" not the feather. She uttered under her breath to recall the verses,

The gathering darkness will be swept away,
but to return all in vain.
The stormy waves will guide the light,
the embers warm the shadows ignite,
the frosty ice will chill the bones,
and diminish the violent souls.
The doves feather will break the chains,
saving the cost of eternal pain.

It had been the horrid experience, her heart broken. Her powers useless, her choice to leave the old clan. The "dove" was dove feather, not referring to her. She had stole her first love, easily and she had just stood by, helpless. The death of her sisters kit, and if her sister, it all seemed to pileup. All that piled up pain. It still hurt.. She gave a heaving sigh and bit her lip, drawing the ever familer meltlic taste. Her powers had been rather powerless to hers. She then felt a slight breeze rise, and she started for the warriors den.

[Daytime-Despair]

"Ok." She said and sat in silence for a few seconds. Then she decided to leave the den and looked around camp.

[birdbath]

Featherwing
She padded around then spotted Silverpaw, "hello" she meowed in a greeting

[Daytime-Despair]

Silverpaw looked round. "Oh, Hi Featherwing. How are you?" She asked.