OceanClan | ACCEPTING!

[rosytea]

Seastar purred ''I guess so! I can't wait for these kits to be born.''

[SmokyOni]

"It'll take time," He added. "They'll be here in time, soon enough when we're just about dying to have them into this world." He mused and flicked her tail against her ears a couple of times. "they're just as lucky to have you just like me, my orchid."

[FORGET WHAT YOU SAW]

♛

Convict raced through the undergrowth, gray pelt a blur as he trampled the ferns and snapped the twigs. The rogue was clearly making a scene- stomping loudly, breaking plant stems, and leaving his scent everywhere. But that's what he had come here to do: to attract attention to himself from the Clan cats. Panting, he skidded to a halt, kicking up clouds of dust and dirt in the process. He looked around, satisfied, and promptly collapsed onto his back and rolled in the soil. As he worked the loam into his short fur, Convict couldn't help but give a purr of contentment. This was it: the master plan. If it worked, he would be accepted into OceanClan and would climb the ranks. No cat would expect the charming, smooth-talking loner to do anything horrible. But he would. And when he'd eliminated all the competition in his way...
Snap. The sound of a twig breaking. Convict smiled and rose to his paws, shaking out his dust-matted fur. Seems like someone's heard my commotion, he thought, snickering to himself as he awaited the cat's arrival.

[rosytea]

Bluewhisker saw Convict ''Who are you.'' he snarled

[FORGET WHAT YOU SAW]

♛

Convict purred. "Name's King," he lied smoothly, staring down at the younger tom. "And who might you be? Are you from this OceanClan I hear of?" It took a lot to force down the snicker rising from the pointed tom's throat, but he managed to do it. This is it, he thought to himself, purring. If I can get mast this measly scrap of fur, I'll be on the track to claiming what I've wanted for so long. His tail-tip twitched in excitement and anticipation, which thankfully didn't look suspicious given his current expression. "I've been traveling for so long to get here, I've heard so much about your clan."

[rosytea]

He doesn't look safe. I'm not from Oceanclan. I'm a rogue. And this is my territory.'' He mewed firmly

[FORGET WHAT YOU SAW]

♛

Convict frowned. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry to intrude. I'd no idea this was your territory!" the gray tom exclaimed,
yellow eyes wide in a convincing form of mock-surprise. "If it'll make it up to you, I can spare a vole or two to you," he suggested, imitating what a legitimately sorry cat would do. "Now.. do you even know where OceanClan is? I've been looking for them for ages, and could have sworn this was their turf!" Convict doubted that this cat didn't know, but was still prepared to leave if he didn't.

[rosytea]

(Bluewhisker is half Oceanclan half rogue)

Bluewhisker shook his head ''Don't give me prey.'' ''I don't know where Oceanclan is either.'' he mewed

[rosytea]

Name: Viper

Age: 19 moons

Gender: Female

Sexuality: straight

Personality: brave, clumsy, rude, strong, sometimes kind, a bit harsh at times, sweet, and softhearted

Mate: none

Crush: Pm me

Kin: Dead

History: She was born at a twolegplace but got sold to some other people, she grew up in that home then she left one day and became harsh

Rank: Rogue (future warrior)

[FORGET WHAT YOU SAW]

privetpaw privetsight
privet - white fur
sight - prophetic visions

twelve moons
medic apprentice
female
homosexual


privetpaw has beautiful silky white fur and shimmering light-blue
eyes. while she may seem pretty, this combination is rather unluc
ky, as it has granted her poor hearing. she has a short and skinny
build.

privetpaw is a reserved cat, opening up only to those she's comfor
table around and when she feels like it. even then, she doesn't tal
k much, and would rather like to gather herbs or climb trees inste
ad of conversing. for whatever reason, this she-cat loves trees, an
d could spend all day climbing one.

despite her awful hearing, privetpaw has an amazing memory and
healing skill. she finds solace in her work, as opposed to the chaot
ic daily life of the clan.

privetpaw has an amazing gift from starclan: the power to see and
predict the future. when she scents, sees, tastes, hears, or feels s
omething related to that future event, she will get a vision of that
scene. if the vision is fuzzy and unclear, the event is minor and ca
n be altered or prevented. but the longer and more clear a vision
is, the less it can be avoided.