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Arrowclan
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Username: Dolphin Discovery
Name: Silverwhisker
Warrior Name: (If Apprentice/Leader/Kit/Outsider) Apprentice
Gender: Male
Rank: (If Outsider, please specify) Ergg, Apprentice I guess
Age: 1
Description: Is a charming, handsome little fellow. You'll fall for him once you see his little face! He is a Russian Tabby Mix. His whiskers and his body are both Silver, with little freckles. His face looks like a teddy bear. Great hunter, blends in well with bushes.
Personality: Cool, Sweet, Charming, Handsome, Good fighter and Hunter I guess
History: (Optional)
Crush: None
Mate: None
Kits: None
Kin: I have no idea what this is sorry
Other:

Nothing much

[Noctali]

{Sorry, but your form does not look promising. Also, you are missing something.}

[Noctali]

Beartooth nodded, hoisting himself up and shaking out his dark fur. Falling into step behind Fallenheart, he smiled at Hawkpaw in a comforting way. He remembered when he was an apprentice, eagerly tagging onto his mentor whenever he could. Good times...
"So, Hawkpaw; what's Fallenheart taught you lately?" He asked, trying to simply make conversation.

{Found it! Fallenheart, Beartooth, and Hawkpaw were all on a Border patrol.}

.Hawkpaw.

Hawkpaw followed along happily behind his mentor, a trot to his step as he carelessly walked along with the other two cats. He had made a dead stop, though, when a snap and yowl had caught his attention. Without thinking, the Tom rushed towards the sound, coming across a She-cat (Storm); and a lot of rats. "Beartooth, Fallenheart!" he yowled off, batting his unsheathed paw towards the rats as a few began to scuttle towards him.

[Noneofyourbeeswax]

Beartooth pricked his ears, and growled deep in his throat, tail lashing as he ran off after the apprentice. Coming upon the rats and cat, he gave a mighty howl, one to turn a cat deaf in a heartbeat, and lunged in upon the rodents. Clawing and biting, not even knowing who the she-cat was, he did know rats anywhere were death in small packages. Clawing at them he clawed two down and backed up towards Hawkpaw, some scratches on his massive shoulders that stung like wasp bites. "You okay, kid?" He growled, eyeing the rats with his deep, and now vicious, brown eyes.

[~♫Hannah♫~]

{And Blizzardfur is on the patrol.}

.:Blizzardfur:.

BLizzardfur ran after the rest of the patrol.She stopped to see Beartooth biting and clawing about 10 rats!She fluffed he fur out to twice it's size and hissed at the strange shet-cat.She grolowed,"Who is that?" she stared at the she-cat with a snarl on her face.{WB}

[the bad wolf]

.:Storm:.

The small she-cat felt a growl escape from deep within her throat. The rats weren't depleting and size, and it was trying to keep them off. That's when a loud yowl distracted her momentarily. A young tom was throwing some rats around, calling to his comrades for help. For god's sake... It was this moment that, as always, Storm was extremely unlucky. A stray rat, somehow having dashed between her legs, dug it's teeth deep into her back leg. It sent the tabby into a crying fit, trying to shake it off, but to no avail. It was as if the brown creature were glued to her. So she just sat on it, squishing the dasterdly creature flat. "That's not going to look pretty..." She mewed softly before leaping back up, favoring her leg carefully.

[Noneofyourbeeswax]

Beartooth growled, wading through the rats, towards Storm. Hawkpaw could handle himself; it was obvious from the way he was fighting he was alright. Eyes locked on the she-cat, he mouthed, "Are you alright?" To her, throwing off the occasional rat that dug its teeth into his long legs. He would fling them off with a shake, and step on others, though they kept coming. (WB)

[~♫Hannah♫~]

.:Blizzardfur:.

Blizardfur ingored the she-cat.We can deal with her later,but right now har clanmates needed her.She luanched at a large rat aiming to bite Beartooth.With a swift bit to the neck the rat went limp.She mewed "are you ok Beartooth?" after she said that, a huge rat bit her in her leg.Yowlong in pain and anger she kicked her hind leg sending the rat flying.She spat,"Stupid crow-food eaters."

[the bad wolf]

.:Storm:.

The small cat growled as a rat came to close, knocking it away with unsheathed claws. It was so hard to fight on three paws.... Stupid sons of a- Her thought was cut off by one of the group cats, whose mouth was moving. Oh, they were words! She nodded in response before pouncing on a rat, thinking it would be funny to play with the enemy. The enemy thought it would be funny to try and nip her toes off. Storm hissed before ending it quickly.

[duckteeth]

[Arrowclan

Username: Widgy.Iero
Name: Robinwing
Warrior Name:
Gender: Female
Rank: Elder
Age: 56 moons
Description: Robinwing's long pelt is a pale gray color with soft, dark tabby stripes swirling into dusty color. The fur around her nose, eyes and ears is a paler gray due to age. Her whiskers are sort of...wrinkly, I suppose and worn. The tip of her right ear is raggedy from battles in her youth. She has yellow-green eyes, the left one having a cataract which ruined her sight in that one eye. Her chest, stomach and tail tip are a white color, slightly yellowed from spending much time with her stomach to the ground hunting. Her claws are slightly disheveld and don't grow much anymore. Robinwing's face in generally set into a cold, hard stare.
Personality: Robinwing was never a talker in her youth and is still not the type to open her mouth and let forth worthless words at random. She prefers to keep her thoughts and feeling to herself unless she feels it absolutely neccesary. She has little patience with useless chatter and the conversations of kits and apprentices irk her constantly. She tends to watch the kits anyway, for some odd reason. It may be due to some cold regret she feels over the choices she made in her younger days. And no, she isn't one of the hard outside, soft on the inside cats. Robinwing will also snap out at a cat if they push her buttons for too long a time.
History: Despite what you may believe Robinwing was always like how she is now. Quiet, 'stiff' and no nonsense. She wanted to be the best warrior she could be and figured she would only get there by constant practice and not goofing off. For this, she never had many friends. She was fierce when it came to practicing fighting with other apprentices, maybe too fierce, and most cats her age had a slight fear of her. She was always an outcast because of this but she never really minded as she had her self-training to focus on. Her warrior years were similar to this but they did gain her a slight respect from some cats in the clan. She had to become an elder when the cataract formed in her eye and ruined her sight making her unable to hunt or fight.
Crush: None.
Mate: Nope.
Kits: None.
Kin: All deceased.
Other:Crystal Falls

Also, could I reserve the prefixes Calling and Sage, if I'm accepted?]