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[Keriae]

(Not sure where to begin: anyone open?)

[Kitty-lover93]

((That's okay; I know, I hate trying to do things on mobile too.

Dawnflight's open, Keriae^^)))

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ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ- Thoughtful

ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ- Nightfrost

ᴄʀᴜƨʜ- none

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ- None

Sparrowstorm looked up as another cat- a she-cat named Nightfrost -padded up to the freshkill pile bearing a starling. He admired her catch; it was a starling, an uncommon catch. A lot of cats tried to find mammals instead of catching birds. Many cats found the meat on birds rather dry and stringy and favored voles, mice, squirrels, and rabbits over the taste of birds, but Sparrowstorm personally enjoyed any freshkill he came across. If he had to choose a favorite, it would be squirrels, as they tended to be cleaner than mice, but birds still held appeal for him. He flicked his ears and smiled as she complimented his catch.

"You too," he said, flicking his tail toward her starling. He looked over at the younger warrior; she was a pretty she-cat, striking with her white fur and blue eyes. It made him feel a little lonely to realize he barely knew his clanmates, apart from his sister Dawnflight. There were a lot of younger warriors that he hadn't gotten to know very well yet. In fact, he hadn't really gotten to know most of the clan. "How's your day so far?" he asked conversationally, not sure how else to really get a conversation going with the she-cat. He was a pretty shy tom; he had no idea to to really get a conversation going, let alone with a she-cat. The only she-cat he was used to was Dawnflight, his sister, and she wasn't exactly what you'd call a social butterfly either.

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name ➸ venus
reason ➸ her humans thought it was a pretty name (she likes it too)
age ➸ 13 moons, one year and one month
gender ➸ clearly a female
rank ➸ kittypet, lives in a fancier home
scent ➸ smells of fresh roses and a trace of human scent
strengths ➸ convincing, lying, climbing, jumping
weaknesses ➸ fighting, hiding, swimming

personality ➸ venus is a rather uptight she-cat. she despises getting the dirty, and the only thing she hates more is the forest and the cats inside of it. she would much rather lay on the plastic-covered loveseats in her owner's home and sleep after she eats a fancy, homemade meal.

crush ➸ none
mate ➸ none
kits ➸ none

{{-made another!!

{{- venus will be a loner, then ^^

[Kitty-lover93]

((Okay; she's accepted.))

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sunstrike
tags:: sparrowstorm, nightfrost ||| current mood:: neutral, frustrated || crush:: n/a

The sun's morning rays shown down on the tom's pelt, lighting up his golden tabby fur. It made him look as if he were the sun himself; the light rays seemed to be beaming from his pelt instead of onto it. Suddenly, he shot up with an annoyed and slightly furious snarl. He had slept in too long! The deputy padded out from the warriors' den, awake for the most part, and headed toward some of his fellow warriors; Sparrowstorm and Nightfrost. He mewed a quick greeting before he gave them orders.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I would like you and Nightfrost to join me on a quick border patrol," he mewed to the both of them.

venus
tags:: n/a ||| current mood:: neutral, grossed out || crush:: n/a

A white, long furred figure picked its way through the woods, her face slightly crinkled in disgust. Venus absolutely hated being a loner, for the role ordered for her to be outside in nature. The white she-cat despised getting her paws and pelt dirty and would rather be sleeping on the plastic-covered fancy chairs in her old owners home. Sadly, after her beloved human passed away due to a horrible sickness, nobody knew what to do with her since none of them wanted a cat. So they let her run off on her own.

She had heard of the forest cats from many of the others she met on her journey, and didn't seem to care for the way of life that they took after. It was too dirty. Her nose wrinkled from the scent marks of a few cats; and she figured it could possibly be the forest cats. However, the pretty white she-cat did not obey the marks, and kept on walking.

[Kyouya]

Name; Nightfrost
Gender; she-cat
Age; 16 moons
Rank; warrior
Apprentice; none
Crush; none

The white she cat shrugged slightly as Sparrowstorm complimented her catch also. She looked around the camp to see who else was around, there weren't many others. Most were probably still sleeping. Nightfrost looked towards the apprentice den, where she saw Hawkpaw and Orchidpaw. She wondered what it was like to have an apprentice, probably hard and a big responsibility. But the more she thought about it she realized that it was quite rewarding, teaching a young cat her own skills and watching them grow into a warrior.

She was brought out of her thoughts by Sparrowstorm asking how her day was so far. ''Uhm it was pretty good'' she mewed, twitching her ears in slight amusement at both of their struggle to make conversation. She was about to say something else when Sunstrike approached. She dipped her head a little and gazed with piercing blue eyes at the tabby tom as he gave his orders about the border patrol. ''Alright'' she mewed, glancing at Sparrowstorm.

[Kitty-lover93]

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ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ- Dutiful

ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ- Nightfrost, Sunstrike

ᴄʀᴜƨʜ- none

ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ- None

Sparrowstorm nodded when Nightfrost responded to his question, and she looked as if she wanted to say something else, but Sunstrike interrupted the thought as he hurried over. His fur looked slightly disheveled and his eyes slightly cloudy, signs that the tom had just woken up. It wasn't surprising; Sparrowstorm had noticed that a lot of cats were sleeping in, despite the fact that he and a few others had woken up at the normal time. As Sunstrike ordered a quick patrol, Sparrowstorm felt the tiniest bit of reluctance- he had hunted all morning, and was hoping to catch the sunhigh lull a little early and take a nap or something. However, he thought, he might as well do a border patrol; it would render him much more useful than napping would, and besides, maybe more cats would be awake by the time they got back. He almost responded at the same time as Nightfrost, but she got her 'alright' out a heartbeat before he would've said something, so he closed his mouth, having forgotten what he was about to say.

Instead of whatever he had been planning on saying, Sparrowstorm resolved to dip his head. "Okay," he meowed, flicking his ear. Suddenly, he was full of questions about the patrol. Sunstrike had seemed sort of urgent; was there something suspicious in the forest, perhaps a fox or some loners, that needed some immediate attention? But Sparrowstorm discarded the idea almost as soon as it popped into his head. Sunstrike would have organized a bigger patrol for something of that magnitude, and the patrol would've include some of the bigger, better fighters in the clan. Certainly not Sparrowstorm, who was much more adept at hunting. "Are we doing a perimeter, or are we just going along one side of the border?" he asked instead.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: venus]

He'd been out a while. The warriors' den was too stuffy for him, and even sleeping at the edge he didn't feel comfortable. Although, it wasn't the presence of other cats that made him unable to sleep. Actually, it was the complete opposite: Crowfang had not been able to sleep properly since Silverwing had left. Sweet, beautiful Silverwing, his dearly loved sister. She took after their mother with her looks, which had always been a nice reminded of their mother after she had died. But Silverwing had left her peaceful, prosperous life in LakeClan quite suddenly, and the reason for her departure tormented him. They'd grown up together and had both their apprentice and warrior ceremonies together, just a mere three moons ago. In that time she had disappeared from camp numerous times during the night, and Crowfang had never brought it up with her. Now she was gone and he deeply regretted not speaking to her about it. And it hurt.

Shaking his head, the black and white tom realized that his paws had brought him to the border. In fact, it was the last place he had been able to pick up his missing littermate's scent the day after she left without telling him anything. He didn't want to be here, but part of him did. It was the foolish part of him, shamelessly hoping for another trail, another clue or, better yet, a brief glimpse of Silverwing's fur. Instead, as he stood with his white paws brushing the scent marks, he spotted a white form crossing over the boundary not far away. Immediately his hackles raised and Crowfang rushed forwards, slowing down to step out and around a clump of ferns to gaze at the trespasser.

A beautiful long furred white she-cat, looking totally out of place. "And who are you?" He asked, sinking his claws into the ground.

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sunstrike
tags:: sparrowstorm, nightfrost ||| current mood:: neutral || crush:: n/a

Suntstrike dipped his head in a small apology that he had interrupted their conversation. "No," he mewed, "not just one side. We'll be doing the perimeter like every morning." The tom sat down before them, his feathery tail curling over his light paws. He flattened some of the ruffled parts of his coat, trying to become more presentable for the day.

"Well," he meowed with a friendly smile, "lets go. We should go quickly, however, for I need to train Stagpaw later."

venus
tags:: n/a ||| current mood:: neutral, slightly scared || crush:: n/a

Venus froze once she heard the mew, her hackles slowly raising as she made herself look at least a little bigger. Her pretty pale green eyes stared right at the black and white tom with her claws half way unsheathed. A forest cat! Venus let a small growl rumble in her throat before she spoke. "My name is Venus," she mewed, trying to flatten her fur. The beautiful white she cat sat down, her tail curling over her paws as she sat down, finally calm. "And you sort of look like someone I met. Her name was Silverwing. Is she a forest cat? Do you know her?"

The young she-cat studied the handsome cat's features. She never really realized that a forest cat would be attractive. When she was just a kit, some neighboring cats told her of fearsome cats that lived far away. The thought quickly ebbed away, and she waited for the tom's reply.

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ warrior ] [ tagged: venus]

Crowfang could have died on the spot. This..... This Venus had met his sister. Holy StarClan, were his ancestors blessing him with knowledge about his sister because he'd been so worried and worked so hard to try and show his clanmates that he was still the same Crowfang, that he could still be a valuable warrior? Upon hearing his sister's name his claws sheathed and he rushed forwards, amber eyes bright and alert. He needed to know how she was. He couldn't let this chance slip through his paws like a fish, like his sister had slipped out of his life without even saying goodbye. "Is she alright? Is she safe? Please, tell me she is. She has to be." The bicolour didn't know if he could cope knowing she was injured, or ill. What if she was with a loner, a rogue who had taken her for his mate? What.... what if she was happy away from LakeClan? What if she was planning kits with a mysterious tom?