W h i s p e r c l a n . S e m i L i t . A c c e p t i n g

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Joining!

Reserved ;3

Could you reserve my prefixes? It's on the Four Clans(:

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(Uh....haha sorry but I checked they're not up there! Can you send them to me again?! :p)

Skykit.
SKykit waited outside the narrow gap in the clan barrier, listening to the sounds of the forest. Good, they were alone. So far, Skykit was fairly sure she was the only one who knew of this exit. She had carefully observed every other cat for days and weeks after finding it, but no one had ever used it. She turned to SIlentpaw as her lithe figure slipped out beside her. "You are like me, you hear the whispers in the wind and see the dreams sent by Starclan." Her voice was clear. Hesitating for a moment, Skykit spoke again. "Despite what some may think, I am not crazy. I am just gifted by Starclan. We must follow their choices. The other cats in the prophecy will surface soon, it is still unclear when. Starclan plans to take their time with this one." Though small, and very young, the tiny kit commanded respect and attention, her eyes fixated on the apprentice beside her. SHe sat up stright, curling her tail around her paws and waiting for an answer.

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((lemme know(: ))

[meijhana]

Silentpaw
Silentpaw scowled. "So what if I have strange dreams and hear voices?" she said. Silentpaw had never wanted to be part of any prophecy, and her kittypet heritage prevented her from ever fully believing in Starclan. "What if I just ate a bad mouse or something? A quick trip to Rushwhisker's den would fix that right up! How do you even know that 'Starclan' is speaking to you? I mean, isn't it a little absurd to believe that a bunch of dead cats are speaking to you through the wind?" Silentpaw looked down at the kit. Starclan or no, she thought, Skykit is sure an interesting kit. Silentpaw flicked her tail from side to side.

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(And woops, there goes me being busy with school.)

>> R U S H W H I S K E R.
Rushwhisker froze in her place when she scented the dog. It was not a smell she was too fond of, but it was still distinguishable. A foul and ugly smell. It made her nose wrinkle up in disguist. She was tempted to run up a tree just to get away from it, not even regarding her leader's orders.
It did make her feel weak, having to run away as all of the others risked their lives to attack this rotten canine. But she had chosen this job for herself, and all of the other cats in the clan would stop dead in their tracks if they tried to work medicine how she did. And, on top of that, she had the privaleges of talking to her own ancestors of StarClan so often. Those thoughts made her feel a bit better about herself as she absconded up the nearest oak tree.

>> F L A M E F O O T.
Flamefoot saw his chance now; he raced up to the front of the patrol as his leader called out orders. It was so long since he had felt the tearing of skin under his claws. Finally, he would be able to excite himself again! His satisfaction was on the border of being granted as he unsheathed his claws and tore them through the cool grass. The nasty stench was creeping closer, slowly closer. His heart began to race faster and he licked his lips with anxiety and anticipation. "Don'tcha worry, Mornin'star," he told his leader under his breath. "I'll be gettin' this guy good."

(Giving Flamefoot an accent I have given a past character because I like it and I can. /le derp)

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Morningstar.
She watched Rushwhisker with careful eyes, making sure she was safely hidden away. "We'll tell you once the coast is clear, Rushwhisker." She promised to the dissapearing figure. Turning to Flamefoot as her rushed ahead, she smiled at the brave warrior. "Alrighty. Just don't do anything foolish to get yourself killed. Work with your clanmates. We can chase away the beast if we work together." She reminded him gently, but firmly, a kind smile on her face. They reached the den silently, and she ordered the patrol to ahlt. Then creeping forwards, she glanced in. The huge black figure of a dog was sleeping, oblivious to the group of cats about to attack. Morningstar hurriedly backed away to her patrol. "Alright, here's the plan. Soot face and Amberflame, you will leap up on top of the den, making loud noises and trying to get it to cave in. The dog will most liekly come running out, and then the rest of us will ambush it as it does, trying to put it in the direction away form the territory." She spoke quietly to her group.

Skykit.
She listened to Silentpaw with a blank face. But after she finished speaking, the tiny kit marched right up to the bigger apprentice and hissed in her face, putting her head up against hers. "How DARE you question the cats of Starclan! They are their to guide us, always! I speak to them! I see the cats of the past, and the forest they hunt in. You question them? Then I ask you this. How does the medicine cat get prophecies? How does a leader get their nine lives? How, huh? How?" She growled, furious beyond words. Hardly anything could anger the generally calm kit, but questioning Starclan was one of the few things that could make her more angry beyond words. It made her livid, so much that she trembled.

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Sootface
Sootface nodded, carefully padding forward to the place where he and Amberflame were to wait for the signal to frighten the dog. He was glad Rushwhisker had heeded his leader's advice and was not going to participate in the fight. Even if this goes as planned, the likelyhood of all of us making it out of here without injury is slim, he thought.

Silentpaw
Silentpaw could feel her pelt begin to bristle. "What are prophecies other than some made up story to get cats to behave?" she snarled at Skykit. "And who says a leader really does have nine lives? Who's to say that she isn't just lucky or a good warrior?" She flexed her paws, feeling her needle-sharp claws digging into the soft earth. Her ears were pressed flat back against her head, and her tail was now lashing from side to side angrily. "But if you want to believe in some prophecy then go right ahead!"

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Shadepaw

She twitched her ears, thoughts processing through her head about the weather. Although she liked the usual, cloudy weather of Whisperclan, today just seemed a bit too bright for her taste. Also, in general, it wasn't cloudy enough. Yes, for she had taken the everyday weather on different levels. Most days, the usual, was like this. At first, she liked these types of days, but since she had discovered darker days, she had treated this as though it was sunny. It was like other clans, but this clan's sunny was today, and its cloudy was really dark. So, enough confusion, and let Shadepaw think what she does. Her brother agrees.

Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw nodded, ears flicking forward as he padded into a bush, all set. He flicked his tail into a still position, and made sure the bush promised enough space to run through to the dog and see the dog. The apprentice narrowed his eyes, watching forth at the den, waiting...

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Morningstar.
She turned her head to glance at Sootface and Amberflame, giving a small nod. "Go!" She hissed for them to leap down upon the weak and fragile den, and to flush the dog from it's sleeping quarters. Readying herself, Morningstar slid her claws out and tensed her body, ready to fly at the creature and attack with her sharp claws and fangs. It wouldn't know what had hit it. Hopefully they'd be able to run it off the territory, and be rid of it forever. But that was only if everything went according to plan. She doubted everything would, and highly suspected some cats injury. Hopefully there would be no deaths, though. She prayed to Starclan there wouldn't be.


Skykit.
She calmed down, merely sitting a few paces away from her clanmate. But her emotions were hidden, all except the look of disgust written upon her face as she gave the apprentice before her a withering look. What a mousbrained fool. "The prophecies are not to scare us kits, you mousebrain. They are to tell us of things to come. They are not always bad." She easily answered that, her voice thick with contempt and disgust. "As far as leaders having nine lives, that's something you should know. How else do you think the leaders have lived as long as they did before? Do you really believe they have that long of a lifespan, to out-live their family and friends? Now that, would be a foolish thought." She snorted. Smiling a rather cold, un-kit like smile she stood up quite daintly and made her way back towards the secret exit from camp. Pausing, she turned to glance at Silentpaw. "But of course, your kittypet past probably keeps you from believing in our warrior ancestors, therefore keeping you from becoming a true warrior. A warrior the clan would actually want." The words were cold as ice, and her voice cool and breezy. She knew the words would bite, as all Silentpaw wanted was to be the perfect warrior. Skykit usually wasn't so mean, but it was the only way to make the apprentice see the truth. The conversation now over, she padded back into camp, dissapearing into the brambles as she wove her way back into the nursery.

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Sootface
Sootface took a deep breath as his leader gave the signal. With claws unsheathed, he leapt onto the roof of the den with a yowl, his and Amberflame's weight sending the poorly made den crashing down. He hoped the other warriors were ready for the dog, because there was no going back now.

Silentpaw
Silentpaw hissed. "How dare she!" she spat angrily as Skykit retreated into the camp. It was all she could do to keep herself from following Skykit and tearing her pelt off right there. Angrily, she struck out at a nearby tree, digging her claws into the soft bark. Silentpaw paced around the small area for a moment, before turning away from the camp and dashing away into the forest. I'll show them, she thought bitterly. I'll hunt for the entire clan myself! And maybe I'll even find that dog Morningstar was talking about. As her long legs carried her over the crunchy leaves of leaf-fall, she thought she heard a whispery voice calling out to her. "QUIET!" she screeched, pushing herself to run faster. The further away I can get from camp, the better off I'll be!