Three Problems, Three Clans. (Invite Only)

[apricity]

Earthsoul nodded. "But Rainpelt-he just seems so natural at fighting" she mewed, and then paused. "His speed in battle is of a windclan cat's, his power and strength is those os a lion, his swiftness is like a deer, and agility of a hawk. I think he may have a gift" she mewed.

[broken*]

(recap for LightSteps clan. ^_^)

[Chaosin]

Earthsoul nodded. "But Rainpelt-he just seems so natural at fighting" she mewed, and then paused. "His speed in battle is of a windclan cat's, his power and strength is those os a lion, his swiftness is like a deer, and agility of a hawk. I think he may have a gift" she mewed.

"All of them will, they just have to find it," said Startail, she still looked troubled.

[apricity]

Earthsoul nodded, wondering the same. http://www.google.ca/imgres?imgurl=http ... x=98&ty=47

[Chaosin]

Startail sighed."I wish to hunt, care to join me, Earthsoul?" she asked, getting up and turning away.

[macymagica]

[I ask a recap on my own RP... XD]

[broken*]

NettleStar sunk his teeth into the mouse's neck, hearing the satisfiying crack. He padded over to the small pile him and WhiteFeather were making and spat it out. "I think that's enough."

WHitefeather walked up, grabbing her squirell in her mouth as well as her quail and nodded. She sighed in her head, dissapointed their time alone was so short, but satisfied there was at least some time.

(I really don't know. But here's my last post to Nettlestar. ^_^)

[my little bird]

Duskpaw sighed, seeing as she couldn't sleep. the she cat angrily clawed on her nest bedding before exiting the apprentice den once again, "Why won't he tell me anything," she muttered to herself, sitting in the camp clearing.

[macymagica]

NettleStar bowed his head and picked it up again. He followed WhiteFeather, wishing he could stay with her longer. His tail flicked waved happily behind him as he entered camp.

Ratpaw circled in his nest restlessly. His thoughts were always on Duskpaw and the other three. He shredded part of the bedding angerily.

[broken*]

Whitefeather put her prey in the prey pile, hungry but not in the mood to get some. She lay down under the shade of a tree.