Name: Goldpaw ( Goldheart, Goldclaw ) Age: 10 moons Gender: She-cat Personality: Goldpaw is not like the other Apprentices. She is not playful, she is not crazy. She is acually very focused and hard-working. Most females are focused on being a Queen, but she isn't. All she wants to do is help her Clan. Goldpaw is also the cat who would give up her catch for another hungry cat. Looks: Goldpaw has unusual, beautiful golden fur with black tabby stripes. One of her eyes is an electric blue, while the other is neon green. ( Yes, two different colored eyes. That is possible. ) She has a long scar across her left side, though. Kin: She was born as a single kit. Crush: Not yet. Mate: Too soon. Kits: She has one about 6 moons ago! Rank: Apprentice Rank Wanted: Warrior, maybe further one day. Other: None
Oakpelt walked over the Pearlstar, "I apologise" he lied but well, "I just worry about the food supplies for this clan and you know I haven't had a good history with loners but I promise if the prove an asset to this clan I will forget there past"
Sherlock Holmes wrote:Look at you lot, you're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing
Don't hide yourself in regret Just love yourself and you're set I'm on the right track baby I was born this way Born this way - Lady Gaga
{ Reedsong } Reedsong crouched, his pale green eyes locked onto the furry tail of a red squirrel. The tabby tom slowly inched his way forward, until he was close enough to hear the squirrel's heartbeat. Reedsong shuffled forwards a little too quickly, and heard the squirrel's heartbeat increase. He leapt, landing squarely on it's back. With a swift bite to the neck, the squirrel was dead. Reedsong purred with satisfaction; he was proud of his progress as a warrior. The brown tabby picked up the squirrel in his jaws, it was still warm. He swiveled his ears around, his tail flicking, listening intently. But he could hear nothing dangerous, so he trotted off to where the rest of his catch was hidden, so he could return it to the clan.
East London's not a bomb site, It is a treasure chest. We use our penguin costumes, More than our evening dress. Techno Fan - The Wombats
Silverpaw came back to camp. She had a baby rabbit and a nightingale in her jaws. She dropped it on the fresh kill pile. Silverpaw lay down and began to chew on the baby rabbit. She was starving, since it was the beginning of new-leaf and prey was just beginning to return again. The meat was tough but it tasted delicious compared to the skinny mice and tiny birds she'd been eating throughout leaf-bare.
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