lark;tagging tigerblaze;not crushing
She followed behind him, but something caught her eye. Another cat. The she-cat was younger than she was, but didn't seem that young. Maybe eleven moons, or so. She didn't say anything though, because she could tell Tigerblaze knew who she was. He gestured for her to follow too. Why exactly am I doing this? She thought to herself. Just because I don't really trust much cats doesn't mean I can't do this, but what exactly is this? She wondered. She then realized they were at a camp, a camp full of untrustworthy cats. And if they made one wrong move, they were going down.
Foxleap;open;not crushing
He set the rabbit on the freshkill pile and was happy to see it was almost full. But not quite. Well, I'm not the cat for the job. Get Crystalwing or Tigerblaze to do it. He thought. He was always the loser of the family so to speak. He was never very good at hunting nor fighting, but he was good at being sly. Why else did I use to be called fox? Only because I am as sly and cunning as one! he thought proudly to himself. At least he had that, being sly.





















