.:Cloudclan:..:Open:.

[Kydashing]

Coldcry lowered his head, looking then at Featherkit. "And why do you think all that happened? Hmm?" he asked simply. He didnt need to argue, she pretty much explained it herself.

[HawThorn]

Featherkit

"Because the warriors in the clan are too incompetent to stop us. We took the warrior code into our paws. Yes we left camp but in the end we did it to feed the clan and would have succeeded if a particularly annoying cougar hadn't got in our way.So who's fault is it really? You tell us not to do this and that but never say why!" Featherkit retorted her voice rising in anger, she had half the mind too scratch Coldcry across the face. They had done this to help the clan, they had been brave and courageous, so what if they had broken a few rules along the way.

[canada]

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history ; well, i guess i have a normal life.
my parents grew up in the clan, so i was
raised here. one day they went on
patrol. my father came back...but not
my mother. back then i used to think
she was on a vacation. but now i realize
she's dead and never coming back.
my father died three moons ago.
family ; my mom was willowbark and my dad was birchpelt.
crush ; well... no, not really.
personality ; well, i guess you could say
that i'm very friendly and outgoing.
if you want to play -- heck, i'll play.
i love to wrestle and adventure.
...and get in trouble.

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name ; hello. i'm armadillopaw.
gender ; oh, why, i'm a tom.
age ; i'm twelve moons old.
rank ; i'm a fully-fledged apprentice!
warrior name ; i would like to be armadillotumble
or armadilloprickle.
mentor ; well, i don't know. anyone, really.
breed ; breed? well, i guess i'm a siamese.
pelt color ; cream and black, i guess.
eye color ; light blue. i've been told the are easy to get lost in.

[Curious]

whitepaw // feeling; energetic, formal // no love interest // tags; sparkstar

Whitepaw nodded obediently and trotted briskly back to camp, following the familiar path without effort. Her fluffy tail raised high with confidence, the young cat padded into the area, glancing around at her clanmates through wide amber eyes. She glanced over her shoulder, waiting for Sparkstar to come up behind her.

sparrowchirp // feeling; cheerful, peaceful // no love interest // tags; whisperpaw

"Guess so, if you're up for it," he replied with a chuckle, tickling her nose with the tip of his fur. He stood, tail now erect, and began to lead the way toward the exit, looking over his shoulder at her expectantly as he went.

[Kydashing]

Coldcry stared at the kit. After a long pause, he shrugged. "I don't personally care anything you have to say at this point. All I see is you being incompetent. Do you think us warriors arent hunting? Do you think we weren't doing anything? Do you bother to listen us? Here you, talking to me like this. I may not be the leader, but i am a warrior, and for good reason." He rolled his eyes. "Because I earned it, because i go by the rules and warrior code. It's too bad you don't think to same. I am sure there is a kit or two back there that knew better, that knew their place. That knew their life, their beilfe in Starlcna was more important then their own self desires. Now, either you come now, or I'll be back with the leader. I aint wasting my time arguing with a disrespectful bunch of furballs. Thinking what you did was right was wrong. Very." Before they could respond, he turned, ushering Snowpaw with him. He was angery, very. But not at the fact they left. No, but by the fact they think they are right, that they were om to do this. That they were better then him to speak to him like that. He may not seem kind, but that didnt mean he didnt care. If that was Foxpaw...no. She wouldn't do that to me. She knows better... He then raced off. He was to find the leader. And then, show them what happened, a disgrace.

[HawThorn]

(((@ ✖ Baymax ✖: Keep in mind that Cloudclan is set somewhere in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. There's no armadillos there so your cat can't be named Armadillopaw. Also reread the rules, you're missing the keyword C;)))

Sparkstar

Sparkstar followed behind her and trotted into camp looking for any warriors who were free. They should have at least three or four cats to investigate a fox scent. Though foxes weren't even close to as dangerous as badgers, let alone cougars or wolves, they could still kill a unsuspecting cat quickly without even letting them utter a sound. (((Anyone open for fighting a fox?)))

Featherkit

My father is going to kill me. Featherkit thought with a heavy sigh, then again she was fairly used to getting in trouble while her perfect little brother, Nightkit got off easy so it really didn't bother her. In truth it was thought of leaving the mountains. She couldn't help but notice how he short but warm silver tabby pelt blended perfectly with the grey surroundings, how her pads were thick and tough like they were made for walking on stone, or how easy it was for her long confident legs to maneuver the peaks, cliffs, snow drifts and unexpected drops. Maybe Silverkit's right, am I meant to stay in the mountains?

[Curious]

whitepaw // feeling; energetic, formal // no love interest // tags; sparkstar

Whitepaw glanced around at all of the warriors milling around. She was willing to help of course, as she had been there when the scent had been caught, and she was already in her "action mode." She stood on the tips of her paws anxiously and waited for Sparkstar to either give her orders to call warriors to him.

sparrowchirp // feeling; cheerful, peaceful // no love interest // tags; whisperpaw

"Guess so, if you're up for it," he replied with a chuckle, tickling her nose with the tip of his fur. He stood, tail now erect, and began to lead the way toward the exit, looking over his shoulder at her expectantly as he went.

[O.G.]

Brokenridge
He was a fraction too late in finally picking up on the feeling of Sunpaw's presence. His eyes widened and he shot backwards, but by that time he felt Sunpaw's weigh sinking down on top of him. Now, Brokenridge was known for being an escape artist. He had to be, otherwise he wouldn't have still been alive today. So, attempting to pull one of his familiar maneuvers, he dropped to get her weight off of him and attempted quickly pull out of the way before gravity would pull her down. However, Brokenridge wasn't quite a master yet. He got most of the way out, but, as it turned out, Sunpaw landed, more or less, right on top of his head. He cried out in surprise, and it seemed Sunpaw seized that moment as an opportunity to steal the vole he had brought right out of his mouth. His eyes were wide as Sunpaw crawled off of him, her prize in jaw. He found himself a little stunned that he had been beaten by....well, beaten by a she cat. He blinked at her, shaking his head as he stood back to his paws. "Apprentice's luck... he muttered, shaking out his tabby pelt before following after her. "Oh, now you're bringing the rogue back to camp? Genius," he replied sarcastically, but he was still in a good mood. That became evident enough when, instead of following her on the ground, he leaped up into a tree and began branch hopping. "Ever brought kills back this way?" he asked, looking down at her as he balanced beamed along a narrow branch. "It's a lot more fun," he enticed, trying to convince her to come up and try it.

Blackheart
The black she cat grew somewhat impatient when Oakfang did not appear to immediately understand what she wanted of him. However, she did not allow that to show through. She just remained crouched, making sure that she kept her focus on what was most important--being prepared to move whenever Oakfang did. Her senses and mind alert and ready for anything, she was plunged into a complete predatory state the second she saw Oakfang's haunches just barely twitch to launch himself off of the ground. Everything happened quickly after that, but her mind was just as quick. It took her less than a second to realize that, by the was Oakfang was jumping, that he was overshooting to send his body over the birds' most obvious escape---up. Good. She lunged within that second, sending herself flying underneath the large tom and catching the robin closest to her as it began fluttering in a panic to escape the ambush. She caught its body cleanly between her two paws, hooking it with her claws and throwing it into her jaws just in time for her paws to be able to land back on the ground and on the other side of the bush. She bit down swiftly on the bird's neck, killing it as she turned, prepared to snatch the other bird if Oakfang did not.

Snowpaw
She continued to rush after Coldcry even though she did not receive an answer, and, in fact, she became so intent on following him that, by the time Coldcry came to a sudden halt, she didn't even remember that stopping was a possibility. She panicked, trying desperately to throw in her brakes. However, she was caught too off guard and too suddenly to do it in time. To her great horror, she skidded right over the top of Coldcry and flopped off over his head. She cried out some apologies as she scrambled back to her paws and submissively back behind the male. However, she was never scolded. In fact, Coldcry was completely fixated on the scene of Silverkit and Featherkit, who were seeming to take refuge with a strange, furry tom. And then she realized where they were--the mountains. Panic struck her. What would Sparkstar do once he realized that the kits were there without permission? What would he do when he discovered that she and Coldcry had been there. Along with Coldcry, she tried to convince the kits to come back with them, but her soft, shrill voice was drowned out by Coldcry's harsh and rasped one. Then, before she knew it, Coldcry was turning abruptly away, ushering her along with him. She turned back to the kits, wide eyed. "I'll try to fix this," she whispered quickly to them, nodding to the strange male before bolting off after Coldcry.

Cliff
Cliff smiled, about to nod at Featherkit, but then a strange tom came up. His eyes widened. Another cat! And Silverkit was saying it was great?! For a moment, Cliff was excited, not picking up on the kit's sarcasm. However, very quickly, his excitement died at the exchange of words between the newly arrived tom and Featherkit. He frowned, but, no matter how he tried, he was never able to get a word in until the tom, along with his white partner, turned and fled. His expression quirked as he watched them disappear down the mountain. He was silent for a moment before finally looking down to the two kits. "If those are your clan mates, I can't see how you would want to go back to your clan," he said. "I think it would be best if I took you farther up the mountain. Those valley cats might have been able to make it up here, but I know a place where few creatures ever are able to climb up. I can just carry you both,' he offered, hoping to help.

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Sunpaw
She Cat-6 Moons-Crush;Gaining one-Apprentice-Tags;Brokennridge
The she cat laughed softly as she gazed around as she looked at him for a few seconds. Gazing up at him with her large brown eyes before flicking her tail. "Um..Ya apprentices luck" She said softly with a shy laugh. Her folded ears turned a soft pink color before shaking her head. "Im ok, i was never a fan of trees" The small she cat said gazing up at the tom with large eyes. Flicking her small ginger tail as she dug up the rabbit she had killed. Picking up both of them before softly dragging them back to where brokenridge was perched on the tree branch. Her small jaws started to water before shaking her head as she gazed up at the tom.

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Treepool
She Cat-18 Moons-Crush;Open-Warrior-Tags;Open
The young warrior rested her head on her paws as her brown pelt was softly coated in drops of water. Her long slim whiskers where covered in small drops of water, the she cat quickly shook her head letting the water flake off like small snowflakes. She smiled running her tongue across her muzzle as she slowly lapped up the cold smooth water of the river. Flicking her tail as she moved softly flicking her brown and white ears.

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Silverkit
Tom-5 Moons-Crush;Small one on featherkit-Kit-Tags;Featherkit-Cliff
The young kit looked around as coldcry and snowpaw, "Featherkit why don't me you and cliff just leave the clan" He said softly blinking a few times as he looked over at her with a small smile. Gazing up at cliff before sighing, "We can just leave the valley and move into the mountains" He said blinking a few times as he slowly walked up to featherkit and brushed his muzzle ageist hers. "I dont know about you featherkit, but i am going with cliff" He said softly blinking as he gazed at the she cat.

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Nightpelt
Tom-20 Moons-Crush;None-Warrior-Tags;Open
The warrior blinked a few times as he let out a long yawn, gazing around the warrior's den. His large yellow orbs of eyes turned around licking the small white tuffs on his chest. Turning around to his back as he lapped slightly at his black pelt. Flicking his small ears before turning to the camp.

[HawThorn]

Featherkit

Featherkit looked at her feet in panic, what would she do? Stay with the clan where she had been born or go with Silverkit and Cliff, seeking new adventure. "I-I'm coming with you." she mewed after a moments hesitation, only stuttering slightly at her words. My father always loved Nightkit more, he never said it but I could see it in the way he acted, my mother's dead, Clearwater never cared about me, and Nightkit, well he'll understand. thought the kit. "Come on let's go before the others come back." She mewed turning her back on the valley, afraid she'd go back if she looked at her past home.

Sparkstar

Seeing no warriors around Sparkstar turned to Whitepaw. "We'll go later, it seems everyone's busy by now. Go on and eat, you've earned it." he mewed dipping his head to the light apprentice.