Cloudtail_Warrior4 wrote:Name: Cinnamon
Clan: EagleClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Age: 30 moons
Kin: N/A
Mate: N/A
Brief History (Optional): Cinnamon was born and raised as a street cat. She thrived on the streets of the Twolegplace, Cinnamon would often raid garbage cans for scraps of twoleg food. The twolegs where quite kind to here, occasionally throwing a piece of meat to her. Eventually she traveled further than normal, finding herself in the forest. On that very day she found the clans.
Personality Traits (Optional): Cinnamon is a little skittish in new surroundings. She always looks out for others. Cinnamon is a little overprotective of her friends but will always be there when they need her. She can get very aggressive when someone says something mean and will often have to be held back from clawing there face off.
I'm sorry, but EagleClan warriors are currently closed. You can still make an OakClan warrior if you want, but two quick things:
1. Please post your form on the discussion thread here:
Forum/viewtopic.php?f=85&t=42720052. Because OakClan is typically pretty anti-outsider, I'm not sure if they would have accepted Cinnamon into the clan or let her keep her old name if they did. It will be up to OakClan's leader's roleplayer (Cas). You can re-post Cinnamon's form as an OakClan warrior on the discussion thread and wait to see what Cas says, or if you want her to be accepted right away, you can change her to either an OakClan-born warrior or a non-Clan cat, that way you can start using her tonight. Just please re-post her form on the discussion thread. ^^ Sorry for the confusion!
OakClanSunflare let himself relax a little, relieved that the short-lived tension between the cats was gone. "Alright, let's go!" As he led the way into the nursery, he asked the two cats, "Is this your first time seeing them?" Truth be told, he'd been so focused on his mate and kits since their birth that he couldn't always remember who had seen them and who hadn't, but he just assumed everyone had already, since he always liked to visit new kits as soon as they were born.
Dustkit's attention was diverted once again when Poppykit began to crawl towards the entrance to the den. She started to follow him, only to stop when she heard voices outside. Were the cats from before coming back in? She mewled at Poppykit, as if calling him for to come back.
"Calm yourself!" Tigerblaze snapped at his apprentice. Panic never helped any situation, and he wasn't about to have his apprentice start freaking out and potentially miss any important details that could lead them to Bearpaw. "We won't find her by crying. Keep walking." Turning back around, he continued to follow the scent, alternating between keeping his nose in the air and down to the ground, and keeping his ears pricked at all times.
Splashfeather padded alongside Jackdawpaw in silence, ears angled and jaws parted. When Tigerblaze snapped at his apprentice, it was all she could do not to snap back at him, and instead tried to comfort her former denmate by letting her tail rest on his shoulders and shooting him an understanding gaze. "We'll find her," she murmured to him, trying to convince herself as well as him. She was worried about Bearpaw too, but if she didn't try to be brave and comfort Jackdawpaw, then who would?
Certainly not his mentor! As she continued following the senior warrior, the stream came into view, and in the distance through the falling snow she could just barely make out a couple of cats. As they got closer, the cats came into focus, and she quickly recognized them as Elmshade and Lostnight. "Elmshade!" she called out, waving her tail.
EagleClan"Well, Swiftbadger suggested looking for a burrow," Littleflower meowed thoughtfully, remembering the tom's words from before. "Probably a good idea, since I assume most prey right now will be trying to stay out of the cold. Check around tree bases, bushes, or any odd-looking lumps of snow, in case a burrow is underneath. But of course we'll keep watch for any prey that might be out and about as well."
Darkpaw was surprised that his mentor had given in so easily, but then reasoned that it only made sense.
I'm sure he does want to be rid of me. The thought hurt, but he pushed it down.
Good. I want to be rid of him too. "That's fine," he huffed. He was sure he could take on one of the younger warriors any day, especially Quiverheart. It wasn't that the she-cat was a bad warrior--truth be told, he hadn't gotten to see her, or Stagleap for that matter, utilize many of their fighting skills--but he guessed she'd be too timid to really go all-out on him. "I know I'm ready, even if you don't think I am." What could Deertail know about how ready he was anyway? As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was true that the warrior hardly ever missed a day of training with his apprentice. But the occasional day that he did--even that day two moons ago, when he'd watched Deertail leave camp with Foxcloud, leaving him to find a patrol of his own to join--hurt. It had only been the next day that he'd found out the two were mates, and half a moon afterward that he found out Foxcloud was pregnant. It hurt even more to think about Deertail being romantic with a she-cat when he could have been training his apprentice.
He already has Quiverheart. How many more kits does he want? Still, he'd be unfair to his mentor if he said that he often skimped on their training together, as they'd trained nearly every day after that. But that said, the tom probably didn't know how much training he did by himself, or with other cats. Besides, he was sure Deertail just forgot about him once their training was over. "Oh, and by the way," he added, the thought of Deertail sleeping with Foxcloud making his claws curl slightly, "I don't know what makes you so sure that I'm going to have a mate and kits one day--because you did?" He was trying not to let the anger seep through his voice; the thought of having a family disgusted him. "Well, I'm not, because I'm nothing like you. Now can we go already?" Tail lashing impatiently, he stood up and stalked over to where Goldenrose was, not wanting to hear what his mentor had to say in response.
