Dewstar nodded, pleased with the white cat's answer. "Very well. How about some hunting before we go back? The clan needs fresh kill." She padded off, and pricked her ears for the sound of prey rustling in the bushes. The forest was strangely silent. After scanning the nearby area without any luck. She started to walk back the way Snowpelt had gone. Suddenly the faint aroma of a mouse reached her nose, and she fell into the hunting crouch without a second thought. She stalked forward, pinpointing the mouse more by hearing than by sight, and pounced. She stood up triumphant with her kill dangling from her mouth.
((I'm making a new character.))
Name: Shadowpelt
Clan: EveningClan
Desired Rank: Warrior
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male
Reference Picture (optional):
Description: A dark grey tom with white paws and chest. Pale green eyes. His ear has a nick in it from a fight.
Personality: Very fiery and hotheaded, Shadowpelt thinks the solution to everything is a fight.
Family: None known.
Background: Born into the clan.
Other: Mentors Icepaw (Is that okay Boundingfeather?)