Mountainclan (OPEN AND ACCEPTING)

[ampharosy]

Mentors
Duskstar> Crowpaw
Orangefur>Sleetpaw
Hailstorm>Quickpaw
Willowpelt>Mistpaw
Aspenheart>Antpaw

(In case anyone missed it ^^)

[anathema]

[ I could have Antpaw talk to her. ]

Antpaw sat in camp, munching on a vole. His mentor was out, so he had no one to train with—and he wasn't opposed to it, of course, because he highly disliked training when it came to climbing the largest sycamore in the forest.

"Thanks," Ravenwing purred, evidently out of breath. "I guess I really wasn't paying attention when it came to endurance training when I was an apprentice," he huffed with a faint grin.

[pigeons.]

username:~perfect~pitbulls~
Name:orcidfire
Rank: warroir
Age:5.3 in human years
Personality:nice and freindly
History:none
Gender:she cat
Crush:none
Mate:none
Siblings:none
[bnone[/b]
Other:none

[ampharosy]

"Okay," Petalpelt said, "Do you want to share a vole with me?" she asked.

Icetalon nodded, "How did you become part of this clan?" he asked.

Duskstar padded up to Hailstorm, "Do you mind arranging a hunting patrol? We need to get some food stocked up before Leafbare." she said.

[.:Whimsical.Ghosts:.]

Crowpaw|Mountianclan|She|Open
The black shecat gave a hefty sigh as she laid down in a small patch of sunlight. Crowpaw rested her head on her paws as she was encapsulated in her own thoughts. They were mostly thoughts of her mother's death, she then cringed as the memory flashed through her head, The cats burning eyes, his mighty dagger-like claws, but most of all, her mother's battered, lifeless body laying in a big pool of blood. Back then, Crowpaw was happy, but many moons of living without any parental guidance made it hard for her to simple things like make friends and control her temper.

[ampharosy]

username:~perfect~pitbulls~
Name:orcidfire
Rank:medicain cat
Age:5.3 in human years
Personality:nice and freindly
History:none
Gender:she cat
Crush:none
Mate:none
Siblings:none
[bnone[/b]
Other:none

(Sorry, but we already have a medicine cat, she could be a warrior if you'd like)

[anathema]

The mocha-furred apprentice noticed Crowpaw from across the clearing, wondering why she wasn't out training—her mentor was in camp, but seemed to be speaking with the deputy. He raised to his paws and traipsed over toward her, a lackadaisical smile flashing over his muzzle. "So, why aren't you out hunting?" Antpaw queried, raising his chin and smirking faintly.

Hailstorm curtly nodded. "Of course, Duskstar. I could take the apprentices out since Aspenheart is with Petalpelt right now, and Antpaw seems bored out of his mind. Would you like to tag along?"

[leggs]

Sleetpaw spoke quickly and managed not to stutter,"A fox moved in near my family's den. It killed my father, so my mother took me here. She wouldn't join, I think she went to live with two legs." Sleetpaw shrugged and sat up.

Aspenheart smiled,"Okay." He grabbed the vole he had caught and set it down near the Warriors den. He tucked into it, taking small bites to savor it.

Ebonyclaw laughed,"It's a miracle I was made a warrior!" She purred and heard a rustle in the bushes. She signaled for Ravenwing to be quiet and pointed towards a mouse creeping out of a den. She crouched down and crept towards it. Then she pounced, killing it instantly.

[pigeons.]

ok!

[ampharosy]

"Sure," Duskstar said, "I'll take Crowpaw as well."

Icetalon nodded, "How kind of your mother," he purred.

Petalpelt took a couple bites out of the vole as well, until she was full, "You can have the rest," she said with a smile.