🌺~AspenClan v.4 Old and accepting!~🌺

[Cherry.]

Biscuit
He called, unsure of where his mate was now located. "How long was I out for?" He was taken aback by her anger, but remembered her pain, and cooled down. He stood stock still as the menacingly calm, yet shrill voice of a loner sunk in. He whipped around, suddenly filled with rage for this cat, the fact that she wanted to harm his mate, and kits too? He growled, and looked surprised at doing so, but suddenly realized exactly how much he hated this cat... And he leapt nimbly to her back, as though his 30 moons of being a kittypet had done nothing to his instincts he first had from his birth clan. He dug his claws into her shoulders, getting a tight grip on her and raked his back legs down her spine. "Don't You DARE...lay a claw... on her ...or any of the kits!" He hissed in her ear, still slightly in shock by the amount of rage this cat was filling him with. He landed perfectly on his feet, only slightly unbalanced by her blow. He reared up, and glided, poised to land on her back again- but he crashed into another cat who had gotten there before him. One who smelled of wind and wilderness... One who Biscuit had yet to meet due to his untimely... fainting. He huddled against Creampuff, worried for the new cat, and he could feel Creampuff shaking, so he pressed his long fluffy pelt against hers, trying for the calming effect Nelly had mastered, and failing, his pelt shaking as much as hers, if not more! Biscuit gaped at the cruel way the rogue had abused the clan cat- verbally and physically. Suddenly strength returning to his paws, his limbs filled with fury, he leaped at her once more. "You killed her?!" He hissed through gritted teeth, clawing furiously at her ears, trying to get a grip on her back with his back legs. He wasn't sure if he was ready to become a monster like her-to kill another cat? Then he looked at Creampuff, his mate. He realized, in order to protect her- and the kits- the cat would have to die.




FoxPaw
An attack on the camp?! Suddenly his cuts no longer hurt. He itched to fight whoever had intruded. He hissed in annoyance as Scorch ran off, lashing his tail angrily he headed to the apprentice's den. His eyes met hers, and as he looked at her, he knew he couldn't stay mad. "No...I forgive, you." He purred, barely audible but he was sure she had heard. "I'm sure they don't all hate you." he mewed, trying to lift her spirits. Curling his tail around her in turn, he replied. "I'll make sure we can still spend time together! And if I get an apprentice, we could train together, and I'll make sure you're in all of my patrols! But... you're right." he mews, pressing against her, "I'm going to feel cold without you in that den.." With a jolt, he woke up. He sensed many new cats outside, and upon leaving the den, discovered several rogues just walking around as though they had lived there all there lives! Snarling at the nearest one, he growled "Why have you intruded our camp, SCORCH." He spat the name as though it was dirty on his tongue, after all, this was the cat that almost stole his Applepaw! He smiled at his crush, she looked so pretty when she was angry... Foxpaw sprang to attention as Thistlestar called the meeting, and he sat under the gathering cliff, his light amber gaze fixed on his leader. "Hello little Rosekit! I am Foxpaw, but soon I'll be... Fox-something!" He chuckled, and pushed back through the cats to sit by Applepaw, who was looking down. "I'm finally going to be a warrior! Why are you so sad?"


DappleSeed

Seeing him waiting, she rolled her eyes and said, "Please." She watched as the apprentice age cat stormed off to find the herb. Turning around, she began to gather bits and scraps of moss for the queen, answering her questions in between mouthfuls. "Oh, borage is just- a medical herb that will- help when the kits come." She explained, and began adjusting the moss around her. She hoped that was right. But she was no medicine cat, so she couldn't be sure. She smiled, about to object to the blanket, when there was already plenty of nice moss, but she remembered that kittypets don't typically have any honor when it came to such, and weren't quite as resourceful. So she bit her tongue. "Ah, thanks Coal. Here, eat this, it will help. Just relax, and think of the kits." She pawed the Borage towards the white cat. She watched as she grimaced and swallowed the herb, glad she hadn't complained much. "Well, since you seem so judgy... My name is Dappleseed. I doubt that names matter at the moment as your friend over here just mentioned, but since it seems to bother you so greatly, my name is Dappleseed." Then she turned to Biscuit. "Get, up!" she hissed in his ear. She smirked, glad at their conclusion. She'd always wanted to do something like this. Grabbing a wad of dry moss, she rushed over to the nearby stream, filled it with water until it was dripping, and wrung it out over the obtuse kittypet, secretly enjoying his panicked return to conciousness. She watched in horror, and was herself about to spring into action, before Biscuit leapt out in front of her, shocking her greatly. My turn... She leapt onto the rogues shoulders, hissing in fury as she slipped, and fell, right in front of Fox. She attempted to scramble out of the way, but fear kept her motionless. She struggled, but the wind was suddenly knocked out of her, and she let out a gurgling yowl, before falling silent. I won't get to see Applepaw's ceremony... was all that was left on her mind, and ranks of starry cats surrounded her, and she stepped into the silvery depths of Starclan. (I think I'll still roleplay her, just as a Starclan cat from time to time. :3)

HollyPelt
She smiled tiredly at her mate and the 4 kits. Perking her ears and turning her head as she heard Stormwind's name called. She played with one of the kits with her paw, and decided she would name this overly fluffy kit Fluffkit. Her ear twitching as the kit batted at it, she looked down at Cloudkit, who was sitting on the ground. She was already becoming restless, her paws aching to leave the nursery. "Well, the adventurous one here is Quailkit, and little-miss-worry-pants over here is Fluffkit." She purred, gesturing to each as she did so. She nuzzled him back. "what did Thistlestar want to talk about?" She purred, genuinely curious. "Ohh..." she stiffened at his name, thinking back to the time when they were still friends. "Yes, Emberstripe isn't afraid to put that elder in his place if necessary... I believe that was the best choice." She smiled at him. "Of course!" she purred, eager to move, her tail twitching with excitement, although she had only been there a few hours. She nosed the kits forward, not noticing Rosekit trailing behind. "Well then, here's our nest! Quailkit and Fluffkit, you can sleep on this side, and Cloudkit and Rose- Rosekit?" She just now noticed her kit's disappearance, and abandoned the other three to find her. "There you are!" She pulled the three kits out of the elder's den, and grabbed the other two from the nursery. "Come on, there's a gathering!" she called to her kits, doing a quick head count as they sat down in a large group with Stormwind. "That, you'll find out if you all quiet down." She purred to Fluffkit.


FernWind

She looked at Hollypelt, a regular visitor. It seemed like she was on the verge of death every second of every day. "What'd she do this time?" Fernwind asked, a small smirk forming on her lips, as she waited to hear the next of Hollypelt's many endeavors. "What'd you do to her this t-?" but she was abruptly cut off from her joke as Hollypelt collapsed. "Right!" she mews hurriedly. Berrypaw, now sitting upright pads over to her. Listening to her, she whispers back, "Are you sure?" Upon receiving an answer, she went back to business. "There will be time for ceremonies later, right now HollyPelt is having her kits!" (Fade to black) She sat back with her new apprentice, slightly worn out. She followed Berrypaw outside. "What is going on?" she asked, worried when she saw Slyshade's killer being treated so kindly by the clan. Sniffing in annoyance at the rude way Tornthroat had treated her on his way out of the den, she followed her apprentice back inside. She slipped outside, curious as to what the gathering was for.


ThistleStar

"Stormwind!" he calls across the clearing for his deputy. "How are your kits?" he asked, off topic, trying to make small talk. "Well, I'm worried about Tornthroat... Can you assign a guard?" He looked down at his paws, but he knew this was in the clans best interest. Right Doestar? "...Also, on a completely different note, do you think Foxpaw is ready, to become a warrior?" Nodding his head, he agreed. "Thank you. We shall hold his ceremony tonight, along with Mottlepaw's, and Hickorypaw's. You may return to your ki-" EBut before he could finish speaking, there was a loud crack. Turning, he noticed a small kit, suddenly rushing to leave the den. "Is that one of yours?" He purred in amusement. "Definitely takes after Hollypelt, doesn't he?" As his Deputy padded off, he left the den, and began searching for that beautiful she-cat, Thistlepatch. "Oh, sure!" he blushes as he purrs the response. "Right now, or later in the day? It's already pretty late..." He jokes. "No, no, let's go today while we still have a chance." He smiled, and padded over to Blacktuft. "You're in charge of the camp while I go hunting with Thistlepatch." He addressed the warrior. "Erm, Thistlepatch? You still want to go, right?" Disappointed, he stalked off. "Marina, your ceremony will be tonight along with Foxpaw, Mottlepaw, and Hickorypaw's." He turned away for the final time, and leapt onto the high rock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey come beneath high rock for a clan meeting!" He yowled, and watched his clan gather.


BerryPaw
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw the eldest medicine cat, SlyShade dead in the middle of the camp. "No...No!" Padding up to her soon to be mentor, she whispered, "I..I need to be, I mean I want to be a medicine cat." Nodding her head, she replied, "Yes, yes I am." (Fade to black) "Okay, now that that's over, shall we go figure out the commotion outside?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed through the small nursery entrance. She shoved her way back inside, surprised at how crowded it had become. "Littlepaw! Are you doing alright?" She asked, blushing as she looked into his deep, green eyes. She could tell it was disturbing him, so she tried to help him get his mind off of her death. "I'm a medicine cat now!" She announced, purring. She could tell what he was thinking through his eyes. "Don't worry! I want to do this!" I think... "I'll be a warrior, just in a different way! I'll fight my enemies like greencough with herbs instead of claws! And we'll be closer!" She mewed her words with enthusiasm although, she wasn't quite as excited. She wished she was as strong as Applepaw. She was jealous of her sister's ability to be a warrior. But she was careful not to allow any of these feelings show on the outside. "I agree... Except, they might not." Her brow furrowed in concentration. "Maybe if we made them agree to something?" She smiled, "Look, a meeting. Race ya!" And the two ran outside.


C o a l

"Umm, Biscuit, I just wanted to ask, did you-" But he was cut off by Biscuit's sudden announcement. He rushed off. He had to find Scarlet, or someone. Biscuit was clearly not ready to be a father. Returning, he soon discovered a strange scent in the area he had left the threesome- A clan cat! Stalking, as best as a KittyPet could up behind her, he suddenly leaped with a crack of a twig, and bowled into her. "Nelly! Run for cover, I'll try to hold her off!" He hissed, completely misjudging the situation. Slightly taken aback at each cats rudeness, he stepped backward awkwardly from the cat. "B-b-but..." He stuttered. As the Clan cat spoke to him, he was becoming angrier with every word she spoke. How dare she speak to me as though I am just a kit! He spat angrily at her request, but decided he might as well after she said "Please". He blundered off, unsure of where to find "borage". When he found what he hoped to be Borage, he picked some in his mouth, immediately spitting it back to the ground. "Yuck! If I don't like this, I doubt Creampuff will even touch it!" But he dutifully collected some, and brought it back to the cluster of cats. He set it down, hissing as his paw made contact with the other cat. "You never mentioned your name..." he challenged. He was once again taken back at her hostility, so he didn't say a word after, and just kept his head down, and lay down next to Nelly. At least I'll keep her safe! "Nelly, if she comes near us, I'll protect you! Chee- I mean Storm taught me a little before he...he left." His thoughts swirled around again as he remembered that moment again, for about the 50th time-the day his father left him. He turned his head, watching the horrific turn of events as Dappleseed's life slipped from her. "W-what is it Nelly?" He whispered back, his barely audible voice shaking.

Quailkit

Pouncing on his sister, RoseKit, he purred playfully. Noticing a gap, a small space which he could squeeze out of, he slipped away, unnoticed. Once he had escaped the stuffy nursery, he had plans! How much fun he could have, once he had left that place behind! Pushing his way into a large den, he smelled a farmiliar scent. All too late he realized it was his father! Trying to scramble back out undetected would prove to be a challenge. He tiptoed as quietly as he could, luckily his dad hadn't noticed him and had continued talking to the other strange ca- CRACK! He had stepped on a twig! Now in a mad dash to get out of there he scrambled out, hearing the strange other cat laughing as he did so. He was almost there- but now he was walking on air, suspended from his fathers jaw. After being set back down in the nursery, he went to go sniff around at his three siblings, as each was named. He rolled his eyes at his sister. She was humiliating him in front of his new clanmates! He settled into the fresh mossy bedding, but, as his mother left, he did too. He was intrigued, and wanted to meet his clan, just like his other sister, Rosekit. As he stumbled about on his short kit legs, he ran face first into Tornthroat. "W-who are you?" he asked, listening carefully, eager to learn every aspect of the clan. "My name is Quailkit! Is it true... that you killed our Medicine cat?" The young kit's eyes filled with wonder and curiousity, not rage and accusing as so many of his clanmates were. "Aaa! You don't have to grip me so firmly, I'm not going anywhere!" He growled under his breath as he was taken away from the elder's den. He stalked away to talk to one of the tall warriors. "Hello. What's your name?" He gazed up at Moorheart.


Fluffkit

She sniffed, eyes still not open. It was beginning to worry her. What if they never open? What if I'm blind forever? How would I ever survive! The thoughts chased each other through her head. Trying to feel her way around the seemingly endless den, she ran straight into her fathers leg. Cowering, unsure of what it was, she began mumbling, "What if I got a concussion! Am I bleeding? Is my skull cracked?" Feeling slightly calmed by her father's tone, she concentrated, and her eyes flitted open! Rubbing against his leg, she purred a gentle, "Thank you Daddy!" All previous worries lost. Now that she could see, the world was a wonderful, yet at the same time, terrifying place. She already began to worry what dangers would await her outside the den and as she did so, pressed herself closer to her Father for comfort and safety. Suddenly the warmth was gone! Her mom was saying something, and they all began to walk. She stumbled, and fell. "Help! My legs are broken! I can't walk ever again!" As she was nudged forward, she did discover she still could walk, but she was still worried. Where is Rosekit? What is Quailkit up to? How long will Hollypelt be gone? "M-moss ball?" She shuddered. "Do you know how absolutely horrible moss is?! I could think of almost a million diseases that playing with that scrap!" She batted feebly at the ball, a look of disdain on her face. She began to have fun with it, little after little, and started pouncing about, accidentally tumbling into the elder's den where Quailkit already was. "What's a...Clanmeeting?" She asked her father, her yellow eyes round with curiosity. "Oh... What does he have to say?"

[blobbyfox]

StormWind/Tags HollyPelt, BounceWing
Deputy-Male-27 Moons-Mate:HollyPelt-Location:Meeting-Mood:Content-Status:At the meeting

StormWind chuckled and nodded in a agreement with HollyPelt. He watched with an amused smile as RoseKit and QuailKit introduced themselves to the medicine cat and warrior. It was humorous watching the small kits look up the large cats that towered above them, so much so that StormWind didn't have the heart to tell them to be quiet and pay attention to the meeting. He shrugged to himself; since they were kits they probably wouldn't understand current matters. And in all honesty, StormWind didn't want his kits to understand the current issues of the clan. "So, how have you and kits been while I was gone?" he asked HollyPelt, playfully nudging her shoulder. "Didn't get into too much trouble, right?"

CreamPuff/Tags Biscuit, Coal, Nelly, Fox
Kittypet-Female-24 Moons-Mate:Biscuit-Location:Nelly's Yard-Mood:Scared-Status:Kitting

CreamPuff gasped as Fox landed the final killing blow on DappleSeed. Her eyes began to fill with tears, despite having only known the cat for less than a day. She was emotional, and this cat she had barely known just saved her life, along with her kits, mate, and friends. She became overcome with emotion for this clan cat that she didn't even hear Nelly's whisper or acknowledge the fact that her mate was now attacking the vicious she-cat. She could only focus on one thing: A clan cat, part of the group she had been working to destroy and hated with a passion, had just died to save her. She had thought them to be merciless savages, but now a different thought began to worm into her mind: maybe the clan cats aren't as bad as they seem.
(XD wow I just realized that poor CreamPuff here has been kitting for all of version 4.)

RoseKit/Tags AmberMoon
Kit-Female-0 Moons-Parents:HollyPelt/StormWind-Location:Meeting-Mood:Happy-Status:Talking to AmberMoon

RoseKit smiled cheerfully up at AmberMoon, her smile near identical to her father's. "My siblings are doing wonderful!" she replied happily, motioning towards her brother and sister. "What's it like being a meddy cat?" she inquired, as a more curious look came upon her face. This was her first time meeting a medicine cat so she was just about bursting with questions for the light orange she-cat.

[lullaby]

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Male | 9 Moons | Apprentice | Tags; Scorch, Stormberry |

.:{+}:. Sparrowpaw scampered after the pair as he tried to catch up. He was practically imitating a rabbit, jumping up and down with excitement as they entered the pine filled forest. He wondered where they were going. He caught up to both the warrior and elder, tipping his ears forward as he listened into their conversation. "Gee- I'm really sorry about that, Scor-I mean, Tornthroat.." his mood altered quickly at the sad news. He flattened his ears, imagining what it'd feel like to loose a cat he loved. He shivered. He would never want that happening to him. .:{+}:.

Female | 27 moons | Warrior \ Tags: Open |

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Female | 18 Moons | Tags; Hickorypaw

.:{+}:.Bumblenose nodded in understanding, beginning to turn her attention to the small bobbing tail of the creature. "If you go around that tree over there-" she signaled her tail to a large oak tree standing to the right a few tail lengths away from the rabbit. "then I can chase the rabbit over to you, and you can catch it." she planned. She nodded to Hickorypaw, already beginning to pad forward. She slipped into some nearby undergrowth, completely masking herself. .:{+}:.

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Female | 39 moons | Loner | Tags; Creampuff, Biscuit |

.:{+}:. Fox yowled in agony as the brightly colored tom swiped vicious blows at her. She stumbled backwards, beginning to panick. The tom had been swiping so fast- it was making her disabled from lifting her paws to defend herself. She closed her eyes, beginning to force herself forward. She ran into Biscuit, hoping it would've made him stumble a bit-or if she was I luck- made him fall. That way, she could land some blows. .:{+}:.

[Drink]

She smiled at the kits curiosity, remembering how she was as a kit herself. " well, there's a lot to being a medicine cat. It's not just to slap on some herbs and it's done, there's so much more. Knowing the names of all the herbs, their purposes, how to use them, how to sort them, how to calm a cat down, what to do if something goes wrong, figuring out prophecies,and a lot more. It's truly a lot of work, but the the respect we get from everyone, even starclan themselves, make it worth it. Seeing starclan is truly a wonderful experience. They have much to share." She thought of her own first time, and perked her ears forwards. " so? What do ya say? Wanna be one yourself?" She playfully nudged the kit, her ears towards thistlestar in case he started the meeting.
Tags: rosekit


Creek sighed, limping out of the medicine den with his still sore scars. He looked for a place to sit, and to a great surprise, he saw another cat limping. He hurried towards the cat, and sat down next to the other apprentices nearby him. we'll talk later. he decided. i wanna hear the rest of the meeting first... I hope thistlestar notices me.. he didn't seem to hear crowpaw..
Tags: webpaw, fawnpaw, lightingpaw, Leopardpaw


Flowerpaw gently padded out of the apprentices den, in no visible hurry. She put up a paw to fix the flower crown on her head, just in case. She innocently blinked with her eyes, looking for a place to sit. She sat down next to the nearby apprentices, looking calmly at the ones who where getting their ceremony. i know it's not my time yet.but soon enough. she calmly thought, licking her front paw as if nothing was going on.
Tags: most apprentices.

[drift.]

Skippaw:: 10 moons :: She-cat :: Tagging Camp and Thistlestar
Skippaw heaved herself out of her nest and settled down outside the medicine cat den, a piece of stale catmint clinging to her neck fur. Her eyes glazed over, she watched the warrior ceremony through half-closed eyes.

[Cheetah!]

Lightningpaw|Male|Crush: Leopardpaw|Mentored by: Thistlepatch|Tags: Webpaw, Leopardpaw

Lightningpaw stopped playing mossball and ran into the clearing as his leader called a meeting. I want to be like that someday! , he thought to himself. "Well, judging by Foxpaw's hyperactivity, he's probably going to be a warrior." He laughed, smiling at the pretty she-cat.

Webpaw|Male|Crush: Flowerpaw|Mentored by: Leopardshine|Tags: Lightningpaw

Glad the game was over, Webpaw sat up, and slowly followed behind his brother, his limp making a few cats stare as always.

Fawnpaw|Female|Crush: Foxpaw|Mentored by: Twistedface|Tags: Flowerpaw, Other apprentices

"A gathering! Now who would that be for...?" She wondered aloud, and sat nearby a ginger tom. "Good afternoon Flowerpaw! Your little flower crown is looking very pretty this morning!" She purred to her friend.

Hawkstrike|Male|Crush: Open, pm me!|Mentors: Mottlepaw|Tags: Mottlepaw

"It's your day..." He muttered gruffly. "Just remember everything I've taught you." He gave the senior apprentice a rare smile.

Mossspeck|Female|Crush: Goldenthistle|Mentors: Hickorypaw|Tags: Hickorypaw

She looked around excitedly for her apprentice. "Hickorypaw! They're holding your warrior ceremony!"

Bouncewing|Female|Crush: Moorheart|Mentors: Mousepaw|Tags: Stormwind

She sat down next to a kind looking warrior, Stormwind the deputy. "Wow, that's a lot of kits you've got on your paws there!" She joked, trying to start a conversation.

[Cherry.]

Biscuit
He called, unsure of where his mate was now located. "How long was I out for?" He was taken aback by her anger, but remembered her pain, and cooled down. He stood stock still as the menacingly calm, yet shrill voice of a loner sunk in. He whipped around, suddenly filled with rage for this cat, the fact that she wanted to harm his mate, and kits too? He growled, and looked surprised at doing so, but suddenly realized exactly how much he hated this cat... And he leapt nimbly to her back, as though his 30 moons of being a kittypet had done nothing to his instincts he first had from his birth clan. He dug his claws into her shoulders, getting a tight grip on her and raked his back legs down her spine. "Don't You DARE...lay a claw... on her ...or any of the kits!" He hissed in her ear, still slightly in shock by the amount of rage this cat was filling him with. He landed perfectly on his feet, only slightly unbalanced by her blow. He reared up, and glided, poised to land on her back again- but he crashed into another cat who had gotten there before him. One who smelled of wind and wilderness... One who Biscuit had yet to meet due to his untimely... fainting. He huddled against Creampuff, worried for the new cat, and he could feel Creampuff shaking, so he pressed his long fluffy pelt against hers, trying for the calming effect Nelly had mastered, and failing, his pelt shaking as much as hers, if not more! Biscuit gaped at the cruel way the rogue had abused the clan cat- verbally and physically. Suddenly strength returning to his paws, his limbs filled with fury, he leaped at her once more. "You killed her?!" He hissed through gritted teeth, clawing furiously at her ears, trying to get a grip on her back with his back legs. He wasn't sure if he was ready to become a monster like her-to kill another cat? Then he looked at Creampuff, his mate. He realized, in order to protect her- and the kits- the cat would have to die. Biscuit was knocked down as the vicious cat struck him, but he was not fazed and leaped up, back on his paws in an instant. He felt stronger knowing why he was fighting. He ducked beneath the taller cat, rolling over, and raking hind claws across her belly, slashing deep cuts.




FoxPaw
An attack on the camp?! Suddenly his cuts no longer hurt. He itched to fight whoever had intruded. He hissed in annoyance as Scorch ran off, lashing his tail angrily he headed to the apprentice's den. His eyes met hers, and as he looked at her, he knew he couldn't stay mad. "No...I forgive, you." He purred, barely audible but he was sure she had heard. "I'm sure they don't all hate you." he mewed, trying to lift her spirits. Curling his tail around her in turn, he replied. "I'll make sure we can still spend time together! And if I get an apprentice, we could train together, and I'll make sure you're in all of my patrols! But... you're right." he mews, pressing against her, "I'm going to feel cold without you in that den.." With a jolt, he woke up. He sensed many new cats outside, and upon leaving the den, discovered several rogues just walking around as though they had lived there all there lives! Snarling at the nearest one, he growled "Why have you intruded our camp, SCORCH." He spat the name as though it was dirty on his tongue, after all, this was the cat that almost stole his Applepaw! He smiled at his crush, she looked so pretty when she was angry... Foxpaw sprang to attention as Thistlestar called the meeting, and he sat under the gathering cliff, his light amber gaze fixed on his leader. "Hello little Rosekit! I am Foxpaw, but soon I'll be... Fox-something!" He chuckled, and pushed back through the cats to sit by Applepaw, who was looking down. "I'm finally going to be a warrior! Why are you so sad?"


DappleSeed

(Dead)

HollyPelt
She smiled tiredly at her mate and the 4 kits. Perking her ears and turning her head as she heard Stormwind's name called. She played with one of the kits with her paw, and decided she would name this overly fluffy kit Fluffkit. Her ear twitching as the kit batted at it, she looked down at Cloudkit, who was sitting on the ground. She was already becoming restless, her paws aching to leave the nursery. "Well, the adventurous one here is Quailkit, and little-miss-worry-pants over here is Fluffkit." She purred, gesturing to each as she did so. She nuzzled him back. "what did Thistlestar want to talk about?" She purred, genuinely curious. "Ohh..." she stiffened at his name, thinking back to the time when they were still friends. "Yes, Emberstripe isn't afraid to put that elder in his place if necessary... I believe that was the best choice." She smiled at him. "Of course!" she purred, eager to move, her tail twitching with excitement, although she had only been there a few hours. She nosed the kits forward, not noticing Rosekit trailing behind. "Well then, here's our nest! Quailkit and Fluffkit, you can sleep on this side, and Cloudkit and Rose- Rosekit?" She just now noticed her kit's disappearance, and abandoned the other three to find her. "There you are!" She pulled the three kits out of the elder's den, and grabbed the other two from the nursery. "Come on, there's a gathering!" she called to her kits, doing a quick head count as they sat down in a large group with Stormwind. "That, you'll find out if you all quiet down." She purred to Fluffkit. "We've been fine, I suppose. Quailkit and Rosekit were constantly wandering off." She purred in amusement.


FernWind

She looked at Hollypelt, a regular visitor. It seemed like she was on the verge of death every second of every day. "What'd she do this time?" Fernwind asked, a small smirk forming on her lips, as she waited to hear the next of Hollypelt's many endeavors. "What'd you do to her this t-?" but she was abruptly cut off from her joke as Hollypelt collapsed. "Right!" she mews hurriedly. Berrypaw, now sitting upright pads over to her. Listening to her, she whispers back, "Are you sure?" Upon receiving an answer, she went back to business. "There will be time for ceremonies later, right now HollyPelt is having her kits!" (Fade to black) She sat back with her new apprentice, slightly worn out. She followed Berrypaw outside. "What is going on?" she asked, worried when she saw Slyshade's killer being treated so kindly by the clan. Sniffing in annoyance at the rude way Tornthroat had treated her on his way out of the den. She slipped outside, curious as to what the gathering was for.


ThistleStar

"Stormwind!" he calls across the clearing for his deputy. "How are your kits?" he asked, off topic, trying to make small talk. "Well, I'm worried about Tornthroat... Can you assign a guard?" He looked down at his paws, but he knew this was in the clans best interest. Right Doestar? "...Also, on a completely different note, do you think Foxpaw is ready, to become a warrior?" Nodding his head, he agreed. "Thank you. We shall hold his ceremony tonight, along with Mottlepaw's, and Hickorypaw's. You may return to your ki-" EBut before he could finish speaking, there was a loud crack. Turning, he noticed a small kit, suddenly rushing to leave the den. "Is that one of yours?" He purred in amusement. "Definitely takes after Hollypelt, doesn't he?" As his Deputy padded off, he left the den, and began searching for that beautiful she-cat, Thistlepatch. "Oh, sure!" he blushes as he purrs the response. "Right now, or later in the day? It's already pretty late..." He jokes. "No, no, let's go today while we still have a chance." He smiled, and padded over to Blacktuft. "You're in charge of the camp while I go hunting with Thistlepatch." He addressed the warrior. "Erm, Thistlepatch? You still want to go, right?" Disappointed, he stalked off. "Marina, your ceremony will be tonight along with Foxpaw, Mottlepaw, and Hickorypaw's." He turned away for the final time, and leapt onto the high rock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey come beneath high rock for a clan meeting!" He yowled, and watched his clan gather. (I'm going to wait until Hickorypaw is back.)


BerryPaw
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw the eldest medicine cat, SlyShade dead in the middle of the camp. "No...No!" Padding up to her soon to be mentor, she whispered, "I..I need to be, I mean I want to be a medicine cat." Nodding her head, she replied, "Yes, yes I am." (Fade to black) "Okay, now that that's over, shall we go figure out the commotion outside?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed through the small nursery entrance. She shoved her way back inside, surprised at how crowded it had become. "Littlepaw! Are you doing alright?" She asked, blushing as she looked into his deep, green eyes. She could tell it was disturbing him, so she tried to help him get his mind off of her death. "I'm a medicine cat now!" She announced, purring. She could tell what he was thinking through his eyes. "Don't worry! I want to do this!" I think... "I'll be a warrior, just in a different way! I'll fight my enemies like greencough with herbs instead of claws! And we'll be closer!" She mewed her words with enthusiasm although, she wasn't quite as excited. She wished she was as strong as Applepaw. She was jealous of her sister's ability to be a warrior. But she was careful not to allow any of these feelings show on the outside. "I agree... Except, they might not." Her brow furrowed in concentration. "Maybe if we made them agree to something?" She smiled, "Look, a meeting. Race ya!" And the two ran outside.


C o a l

"Umm, Biscuit, I just wanted to ask, did you-" But he was cut off by Biscuit's sudden announcement. He rushed off. He had to find Scarlet, or someone. Biscuit was clearly not ready to be a father. Returning, he soon discovered a strange scent in the area he had left the threesome- A clan cat! Stalking, as best as a KittyPet could up behind her, he suddenly leaped with a crack of a twig, and bowled into her. "Nelly! Run for cover, I'll try to hold her off!" He hissed, completely misjudging the situation. Slightly taken aback at each cats rudeness, he stepped backward awkwardly from the cat. "B-b-but..." He stuttered. As the Clan cat spoke to him, he was becoming angrier with every word she spoke. How dare she speak to me as though I am just a kit! He spat angrily at her request, but decided he might as well after she said "Please". He blundered off, unsure of where to find "borage". When he found what he hoped to be Borage, he picked some in his mouth, immediately spitting it back to the ground. "Yuck! If I don't like this, I doubt Creampuff will even touch it!" But he dutifully collected some, and brought it back to the cluster of cats. He set it down, hissing as his paw made contact with the other cat. "You never mentioned your name..." he challenged. He was once again taken back at her hostility, so he didn't say a word after, and just kept his head down, and lay down next to Nelly. At least I'll keep her safe! "Nelly, if she comes near us, I'll protect you! Chee- I mean Storm taught me a little before he...he left." His thoughts swirled around again as he remembered that moment again, for about the 50th time-the day his father left him. He turned his head, watching the horrific turn of events as Dappleseed's life slipped from her. "W-what is it Nelly?" He whispered back, his barely audible voice shaking.

Quailkit

Pouncing on his sister, RoseKit, he purred playfully. Noticing a gap, a small space which he could squeeze out of, he slipped away, unnoticed. Once he had escaped the stuffy nursery, he had plans! How much fun he could have, once he had left that place behind! Pushing his way into a large den, he smelled a farmiliar scent. All too late he realized it was his father! Trying to scramble back out undetected would prove to be a challenge. He tiptoed as quietly as he could, luckily his dad hadn't noticed him and had continued talking to the other strange ca- CRACK! He had stepped on a twig! Now in a mad dash to get out of there he scrambled out, hearing the strange other cat laughing as he did so. He was almost there- but now he was walking on air, suspended from his fathers jaw. After being set back down in the nursery, he went to go sniff around at his three siblings, as each was named. He rolled his eyes at his sister. She was humiliating him in front of his new clanmates! He settled into the fresh mossy bedding, but, as his mother left, he did too. He was intrigued, and wanted to meet his clan, just like his other sister, Rosekit. As he stumbled about on his short kit legs, he ran face first into Tornthroat. "W-who are you?" he asked, listening carefully, eager to learn every aspect of the clan. "My name is Quailkit! Is it true... that you killed our Medicine cat?" The young kit's eyes filled with wonder and curiousity, not rage and accusing as so many of his clanmates were. "Aaa! You don't have to grip me so firmly, I'm not going anywhere!" He growled under his breath as he was taken away from the elder's den. He stalked away to talk to one of the tall warriors. "Hello. What's your name?" He gazed up at Moorheart.


Fluffkit

She sniffed, eyes still not open. It was beginning to worry her. What if they never open? What if I'm blind forever? How would I ever survive! The thoughts chased each other through her head. Trying to feel her way around the seemingly endless den, she ran straight into her fathers leg. Cowering, unsure of what it was, she began mumbling, "What if I got a concussion! Am I bleeding? Is my skull cracked?" Feeling slightly calmed by her father's tone, she concentrated, and her eyes flitted open! Rubbing against his leg, she purred a gentle, "Thank you Daddy!" All previous worries lost. Now that she could see, the world was a wonderful, yet at the same time, terrifying place. She already began to worry what dangers would await her outside the den and as she did so, pressed herself closer to her Father for comfort and safety. Suddenly the warmth was gone! Her mom was saying something, and they all began to walk. She stumbled, and fell. "Help! My legs are broken! I can't walk ever again!" As she was nudged forward, she did discover she still could walk, but she was still worried. Where is Rosekit? What is Quailkit up to? How long will Hollypelt be gone? "M-moss ball?" She shuddered. "Do you know how absolutely horrible moss is?! I could think of almost a million diseases that playing with that scrap!" She batted feebly at the ball, a look of disdain on her face. She began to have fun with it, little after little, and started pouncing about, accidentally tumbling into the elder's den where Quailkit already was. "What's a...Clanmeeting?" She asked her father, her yellow eyes round with curiosity. "Oh... What does he have to say?"

[Drink]

Flowerpaw smiled, sitting down besides the four apprentices. " oh, thank you, fawnpaw. You dont look too bad yourself. " she purred, playfully pushing her on her shoulder. " so what do ya guys think foxpaws warrior name will be? " she tilted her head, wondering what her own warrior name would be.

[Kylaria]

" Foxheart?" Leopardpaw joked, whiskers twitching. " just kidding, it will probably be something like foxtail or foxpelt, for his fur colour. I wish we could be warriors soon, just think of the cool warrior names we all could have! Leopardroar.. lightningheart.. webfoot.. fawnleap, and uh.. flowercollecter?" Leopardpaw laughed, teasingly taking flowerpaws flowercrown. " its hard to make you have a cool name,buddy!"

[Nefelibata]

Moorheart / Tom / Warrior / Age: 32 moons/ Location: Clan/ Tagged: Bouncewing/ Mentioned: Stormwind
Moorheart waited patiently for all the cats to gather, but while he stood there, the warrior thought it would be a good idea to meet some more cats. Stormwind seemed busy with his family, and he was glad the young deputy could finally take a load off and relax.
He'd make sure he could get enough rest for the timebeing. So he approached a younger she-cat whose name he couldn't clearly remember. It was a playful, unusual name for a clan cat.."Well met..Was it Bouncewing? I'm sorry, I haven't spoke with other cats in a long time.."He spoke with a guttural meow.