♥Brightclan and Darkclan, The Clash♥ Semi-Lit And OPEN!

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

((True...Soulpaw won't have heard it then.))

[Solanum]

(( Grawr... -Wants to rp but can't- D: Eh... ))

[Fey]

Username: Fey
Character name: Brownpelt
Gender: tom-cat
Rank: warrior
Discription/Picture: An extremely handsome dark brown tabby tom with green eyes and a long tail.
Personality: Brownpelt is a cocky fellow, tending to start his opinion very freely which often times lands him in hot water, and/or with cats mad at him. His motto though is, "Haters gonna hate." though secretly sometimes, he can be hurt by the dislike from some other cats. Thought cocky, he really does know a lot about dealing with cats and other issues in life therefore it is usually useful to head his advice.
History: Born and raised in BrightClan.
Crush/mate: OPEN!!!
Other: I hope I was not supposed to write a very long history to be accepted... I am currently working on a form for The Agency and its using up most of my creative juices for histories.
EDIT:
~The Darkness will die~

[Africa.]

(Please re-read the front page.)

Featherpaw hardened her gaze, her expression slightly offended. "I am not sitting back and watching Mi Familia get hurt." Barely taking notice of the odd language that escaped her lips, she raked claws down the back of a yowling apprentice. He snarled at her, dull grey pelt blending perfectly with the foggy grounds. "You'll pay, chicka." He threw this taunt easily, but the force of his words hit her harder than even the force of his body. Where had she come from, that this expression had been burned into her memory? Shaking this thought, she hadn't the time to ponder on it as she writhed on the ground with the tom. He was quite heavy, giving her quite the struggle to get out from underneath him when he pinned her, so she instead focused on something easier; tiring him out.

[Fey]

OCC: I have now been okayed for RPing to anyone who is wondering. I PM'ed Africa. and you can do the same if for some werid reason you don't believe me. Anyways! I'm super excited about joining this RP, it seems to exciting!

Brownpelt sat down in the middle of camp and looked around, shocked with the devastation that had occured during the attack. It was going to take a lot to recover from this. A breeze blew through, making it seem so desolote here by ruffling the cold fur on one of the dead warriors, Sunflame. He felt sorry for Appleberry, it was obvious she was taking his death extremely hard. I can't begin to immagine what that must be like. Maybe it is for the better I have never found anyone to love me like that... he thought to himself with a twitch of the ear and began licking his side where a deep scratch had been placed by some strayclan cat. That cat probably went off with more than he gave though because Brownpelt fought pretty roughly with the invaders.

[Africa.]

Icepath snarled, shoulder slamming hard against the side of a slim Tom that slunk stealthily toward Appleberry as she bent over Sunflames body, her sobs quiet compared to the hisses and yowls that sounded in the outskirts of the camp. "Back up, back off, and back out. This is our territory." His voice was low, vicious, so unlike his kind self. Biting at his ear in warning, he slowly backed away, dissapearing into the shadows that lined the camp. Icepath sighed, body drenched as he slid in beside Appleberry. "Apple, come on, we can't have you out here. Your obviously in no position to fight, and we can't have you being snatched away. Please, come, I'll hide you away for the time being." He slid his tail over her shoulders, gently guiding her body slightly towards the dens. Despite his gentle attitude with her, he continuesly glanced over his shoulder, eyes glancing around the camp in search of snatchers.

[Fey]

Brownpelt decided to walk around the outskirts of the camp, hoping to make sure there would be no more cats like that tom creeping up on anyone. His green eyes searched and stared down anyone who tried coming close. Many remembered him, and slunk away. Thats right, you better run! Those that didn't, he soon sent on their way.

[Rosalind]

"I-I shouldn't leave him..." Appleberry meowed slightly confused because of the grief tearing her apart, but she didn't resist Icepath's gentle guiding. She seemed to stumble along beside him as though she was blind or sick. Grief made her paws heavy and another tear slid down her cheek. Between all the near-death experinces that day and the death of her mate, it had shook her up much more than what was healthy.

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

Skyfeather crept out of the shadows of the silent camp, her white fur ruffled and spattered with blood. She looked wore out because she had fought so hard. Killed two and scared off...wow, there's so many.Sky thought wearily and limped into the center of the clearing, where Sunflame lay, his cold fur blowing softly with the wind. Struggling to settled down beside him, Sky pressed her muzzle into his dull fur and sighed. I didn't really know him a lot...but it just pains me to lose a good friend, and a great warrior from the clan.

((I think Frostpaw should be better.))

[Africa.]

Icepath glanced over at her, giving her a bit of frown of sympathy. "Hey... Maybe we should take you to Seapaws den instead. You seem pretty shake-" tripping over the paws of a squabbling Strayclan cat whom was attempting to escape at his leaders orders. Growling deep from inside him, he stood back up, cheeks scarlet yet hidden by his fur. "Err... Yeah, so, Seapaws den." He gave a feeble smile, clearly emberassed and not exactly in a smiling mood with the atmosphere around them.

(It hasn't even been 3 hours since she almost died, so technically she can't be better, especially since Seapaw still needs to mend broken bones, which will take weeks.)