Three Problems, Three Clans. (Invite Only)

[macymagica]

[Rainpelt jelous.. ^^]
NettleStar trudged toward the border, everything silent except the beating of his and WHiteFeathers' hearts, along with their pawsteps. He stopped and marked his territory near SwiftClan's border.

[apricity]

(No, he needs to talk to her about the dream of starclan....)

Earthsoul visited Rainpelt. "Something bad is coming" she mewed quietly. Suddely she disapeared and a mass of cats came yowling......

Rainpelt woke wih a start, fear rippling up his spine.

[catdoq]

Username: Silver the paw~
Name: Littleheart
Gender:Female
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Warrior
Personalty: Littleheart is usually very down. She sits at the edge of camp and talks to know one. She is treated as an outsider because she has a weird personality.
History: Littleheart was very strange as an apprentice and no one ever talked to her. She stopped showing enthusiasm after a month of apprenticeship and barely ever talked, even if spoken to.
Description: White with bright blue eyes
Crush: Nettlestar
Mate:
Kin:
Other:

[macymagica]

[Um..Accepted. Guessing LittleHeart's female.. And Walema, Why WHiteFether? She ain't Med kitty...]

[apricity]

(I know, but he think's that she would be best to talk to)

[broken*]

Whitefeather followed Nettlestar, letting him mark the borders, as he was the male. She saw a sparrow and bit her lip, hungry, but stayed silent.

[catdoq]

(Flip! Ohmygosh sorry o-o Yea, she is supposed to be a female ^-^')

Littleheart sat in the shade, her tail flicking back and forth and her head down. She looked across the clearing at all the cats.

[macymagica]

[Kale, Each gender can mark borders. Rubbing scents onto trees and such count.]
NettleStar swished through a pile of tall ferns, leaving his scent strongly. He looked at the border then back to his companion.

[broken*]

(I know, she's just off in dreamland right now. ^_^)

Whitefeather rubbed against a growing tree, good sized, leaving her scent as she followed Nettlestar.

[catdoq]

Littleheart stood and slinked out of camp, keeping her head low and trying not to draw attention. She sniffed the air, smelling for something to catch. She saw a sparrow and licked her lips hungrily. Littleheart crouched down, stalking forwards slowly. She was a fox length away, and she lept out at it, yelling as she did. Her paws landed rough on its feet and it flapped its wings fast. She wanted to sneeze because of the feathers brushing over her nose, but she quickly rushed down and bit its neck.

(Same sparrow Whitefeather saw X3)