MockingbirdClan (warriors) Accepting needs toms & rouges

[Remaskis]

Name: Swiftpaw
Gender: Tom
Died in ancient MBC or now MBC (mockingbirdclan=MBC)?: Now MBC
Age When Died (in moons): 9 moons
Rank When Died: Apprentice
Cause of Death: One of the many killed by Hawk.
History: Swiftpaw was the kind of cat that everyone seemed to love, despite everything. Almost all cats liked him and he really enjoyed clan life. One day while he was hunting, he caught Hawk on MBC's territory, being the lovable idiot he is, he attacked. This resulted in Swiftpaw's death. Most apprentices remember him and he occasionally visits them in they're dreams just to have a play-mate once in a while.
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Adopted Kits: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Living Relations: He is very distantly related to Lakepaw.
Looks: Pale brown tabby tom with frosted points, neck and chin. Tabby stripes wrap around his legs cheeks, forehead, and the bottom of his neck, but don't not cover the frosting.
Short description (for rank part): Pale brown-and-white tabby tom.
Are you going to be reincarnated?: Yes.
Theme song ((OP)):
Other: Once reincarnated his name will be Swiftwind.
OTHER: YELLOWFANG

[Remaskis]

Frostflower shot him a soft smile, the snow falling on her already snow-white pelt. She felt herself unwillingly sitting up and trying to tellipathically say, "Come over." to him.

Sparrowpelt awoke from his nap in the camp, the snow covering much of his body, dispite the small area where his breathing had thawed. He stood up and shook the snow of his spotted coat, leaving his fur tinged with frost and snowflakes. He sat down and attempted to lick the remaining frost of his pelt and idoly gazed around the camp.

Lakepaw walked back to camp and felt seemingly drowsy. She yawned resentfully and blinked twice, trying to get over the fact that though she and Webpaw looked for the kit, neither had found her. She waved away her hostile thoughts and walked into the apprentice den and fell into a deep, and appreciated, sleep.

[Wileyfangs]

.:Robinwing:.
"I guess we will work on accuracy as well" I purr, sitting up and looking at my apprentice.

Venompaw scrambled to his paws quickly, and shook out his fur encrusted pelt. "Ugh! I hate snow!" he grumbled sulkily.

[extraterrestrial]

.:Robinwing:.
I purr in amusement. "You can warm up after" I mew softly "Try again, narrow your eyes when targeting and if you are off target, if you are jumping from high enough swim through the air to move" I continue "Also put your legs straight sideways to slow down your fall and at the last minute bring your legs in and brace yourself for impact."

[Wileyfangs]

Venompaw sighed a bit but climbed back up the tree. He stared over at Robinwing, and narrowed his eyes so he could make her out clearly. He nodded to himself and then with a small bout of encouragement he leaped out of the tree once more, his frontpaws seeming to slice through the air towards Robinwing, while his backlegs were braced sideways for impact.

[extraterrestrial]

.:Robinwing:.
I crouch, waiting for impact.

[Wileyfangs]

Venompaw smashed into Robinwing quickly, so fast he wasn't even sure what had happened. But he could feel the fur on his mentor's pelt touch his paws as he made contact.

[extraterrestrial]

.:Robinwing:.
I purr and roll over as he lands on me.

[Wileyfangs]

Venompaw lte out a cry of shock, but instinctively rolls over with Robinwing and then for good measure, battered at her back with his backpaws.

[extraterrestrial]

.:Robinwing:.
"You win" I meow happily "I surrender"