CometClan (Semi-Lit. Warrior Cat RP) Open!

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((Garret-Cress-Kouko, cats don't really know what dragons are, would you mind changing Dragonblast's name? Otherwise, all accepted. Let's begin!))

Silverstar was perched on the Highbranch, her front paws tucked beneath her chest. Her silver pointed tail swung back and forth lazily as she watched over her cats. It had been several moons since the Exile, and CometClan was getting along as well as a new Clan could. The leader purred softly and closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

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The lithe, white shape of an apprentice slipped out of the apprentices' den, her baby blue eyes scanning the clearing sweetly. Her small paws led her delicate frame lightly across the clearing, dodging and weaving around debree and cats in her way. Slowing to a stop, she smiled, bending down to pick up the deceased creature of a bird. The lovely aroma off it drifted into her scent glands, and she inhaled slowly, savoring it. The apprentice turned around, bird in jaws, and bounded towards a small tree stump. She leaned back casually on her haunches, setting the bird down at her paws. Bending down, she sank her teeth cooly into the fresh-kill, before tearing away slowly to chew.

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Silverstar jumped from the branch and landed lightly on the hard-packed sand below. On the spur of the moment, she decided to take a walk and further explore the new territory. If she was to lead the Clan, she had to know the lay of the land, didn't she? Pushing her way out of the entrance, she let her eyes wander. She saw ants making their way along the forest floor, trees shifting slightly in the soft wind.
For some strange reason, she wondered how SunClan was doing. To be honest, she missed them. But she knew they would never be welcomed back. The old Clan was scared of the gifts the comet had given the cats, and Silverstar didn't blame them.

[Cadmiurn]

Leopardclaw
Leopardclaw looked around the camp then watched Silverstar leave. She sat down watching the cats as they stirred. Leopardclaw turned her attention to the the fresh kill pile and leaped off her little rock she liked to lay on. Leopardclaw bent her head at the pile and picked up a vole knowing they didn't yet have any queens or elders she brought it to the medicine cat dropping it at the entrance to the den and turned back around head back to the fresh kill pile. She picked up a sparrow from the pile and jumped back onto the rock she loved to be on. She started plucking the feathers out of the birds meat and took a bite. the warm meat coming off the bone.

Herbfur
Herbfur looked over at the entrance of her den and padded forward to get the vole. She mewed her thanks to Leopardclaw as the deputy walked away. She turned back to the vole and picked it up. Herbfur carried it back to her nest and laid down in her nest taking a bite of the vole. She smiled at the delicious meat and licked her lips so no scraps were left behind of the vole she had eaten. She stood once more and padded towards her herb stock and looked around checking the herbs seeing if she would need any. "hmm, Comfrey, Borage leaves, and tansy." she mewed scratching her ears with her leg. she stood and padded out of camp to go gather the herbs she listed.

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Silverstar yawned and sat down, curling her tail around her paws. She could hear the stream that fed into the lake babble, the trees swaying in the wind. Closing her eyes, the she-cat began to purr.
She liked it here, away from the scorching sun and burning sand. She didn't have to shift positions every few heartbeats due to the heat. In the forest, it was cool and shady, with a breeze amlost always flowing through the tree branches.
But cats still want to go back, she thought. Why?

[Dtoecutter]

Username: Time4life
Cat's Name: Tinykit
Age: 3 moon
Description: A mainly grey kit with black splotches, and has green eyes.
Gender: Male
Rank: Kit
Personality: Very hyper and always gets into trouble.
Illness derived from the comet: Artheritis.
Power dirived from the illness: Tinykit is now quick and active, planing to use his speed against enemies as an apprentice.
Mate: None.
Other: Nothing.

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((Accepted))

Silverstar's ears perked. Something had run over dry leaves. Scenting the air, she realized it had been a mouse. The she-cat crouched and slowly moved forward until she could see the little grey mouse. It was sitting beneath a fern, washing it's face. Silverstar leaped and grabbed the mouse in her jaws.
This will have to go in the fresh-kill pile, she thought. I haven't sent out a hunting patrol yet.