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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.: Clovermist :.
She was walking back into camp as she saw Blackfall with Swiftheart. She felt like laughing, Swiftheart should know by now that Blackfall hated all the clanmates, or strongly disliked them. She padded over and looked at Swiftheart, "I think you shouldn't spy on cats Swiftheart, it's not nice." She chuckled. Her and Blackfall were so much alike, but they didn't talk much. Clovermist's looks and name was deceiving. She was bitter to most.

.: Dapplerain :.
"Yeah, it probably takes awhile to decide things. It's probably such a hard job being Leader." She said softly as she padded awhile in camp. She looked at him with the bird and rabbit in her mouth.

[. silent]

[ Reserve te prefixes Blizzard, Light, Hawk and Sorrel please! ]

N a m e:
"I'm Blizzardfoot. Nice to meet you."
W a r r i o r N a m e:
"Okay, I'm sorry if you haven't heard. It's Blizzardfoot."
G e n d e r:
"I'm a tom...just don't go off looking, alright?"
R a n k:
"I would think that the warrior name would justify that. I'm a warrior."
P r o p h e c y C a t ?:
"No, sadly not. But I would like to be..."
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Blizzardstar has mixed personalities, but it is mainly the firm, but gentle and warm leader type. He can be firm and strit when he wants, or soft and gentle also. Ever since his parent's tragic, horrifying death, he has never been the same, bouncy kit-like cat that he used to be. It had struck him hard, but he always tries his best. He is wise and caring, and he adores younger cats. He used to be adventurous and a quick learner when he was an apprentice and kit, so he knows what it's like. He is brave and will risk his life at any time to save his clan from danger, not wanting it to wash away like it did when he was younger. He has quick wits, and can move swiftly, and knows what to ddo if an emergency. He thinks before he acts, and always goes with his clanmate's opinions before acting. He is a great friend, and a wise, caring warrior that will trust you actions and opinions.
H i s t o r y:
When the birth of Blizzardkit happened, the clan was named StormClan of a great, old cat that had started it. Nothing much happened at all. Everything was happy, peaceful, with plenty of prey to spare and healthy cats to live. Neighbouring clans held peace, but the four clan all clashed at some time. Then danger swept the forest, a deadly, similar dread to what had happened a long way back. But that was another story. Large, horrifying dogs invaded the forest, murdering cats of all clan, treating them like their food and eating them. Kits were captured, curious apprentices taken, and brave, noble warriors slaughtered. All of the clan numbers started lessening and lessening. Blizzardkit grew, finally becoming an apprentice. His named was changed to Blizzardpaw, and luckily, his parents were still alive. But he knew that it would never last. One day, both of his parents were ordered to go fight off two of the dogs that had stayed closer and closer to the camp with more cats.That day, Blizzardpaw and the rest of the clan heard news that the whole patrol had been slaughtered, and he had raced to the cat's shredded remains. Tragedy continued until Blizzardpaw was changed to Blizzardfoot. His clan weakened until there was only a few cats left. They split up, carrying on their lives either to a loner life, or went to live with twolegs. Blizzardfoot gave up and became a loner aswell, but after a while of traveling he met WhisperClan and joined, becoming a noble and caring warrior.
K i n:
"They died...long ago."
C r u s h:
"No She-Cat has caught my eye yet."
M a t e:
"I haven't found the right she-cat yet. But I know she'll come along soon."
K i t s:
"Sadly, no. I desire them, though. I want to be a great father."
O t h e r:
"I am 36 moons, as you have forgot to ask."

N a m e:
"Hey, I'm Lightfoot."
W a r r i o r N a m e:
"Okay, I'm saying that one more time. Lightfoot."
G e n d e r:
"Can't you see that I'm a she-cat? I wouldn't lie, ya know."
R a n k:
"Hello? I have a warrior name! That would mean I'm a warrior!"
P r o p h e c y C a t ?:
"Hm, no. I don't need it right now."
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Lightfoot's personality is a snappy, additude one sometimes. But, she can also be loving, sweet, and generous. But it's mostly both. Her life hasn't been easy, but she tries her best to act better than she would. She is a quick thinker and will do anything to help her clan at hard times. She is not he cat to give up, but the one to keep trying and stay determined. She is encouraging and supportive in her training, and her skills is a great advantage to her apprentice. She is one of the best hunters and fighters in the clan, and she is the kind of one to outsmart an enemy rather than fight them off with strength. She is intelligent and is one of the ones in the clan to think smartly before acting in something stupid. She likes to be the leader in things with her great ideas in mind.
H i s t o r y(o p t i n a l):
"Hey, mind your own business!"
K i n:
"Yeah, up in StarClan, sadly."
C r u s h:
"Me? Not right now, I guess."
M a t e:
"Who would like me? I doubt anyone ever will..."
K i t s:
"Oh, I love them, and wish to have them."
O t h e r:
"Yeah, I'm 34 Moons, if you want to know."

[free.]

(@distant! Yay! And I'm not sure about light, as someone already has that prefix. But seeing as they have not posted a single time, I think it's alright for you to have it!

@SilverHorse: PM'd you.

@Everyone: I'll post in a moment)

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@ Pie: Please don't spam.

@distant, those two are accepted :3 )

Crowfur.
He paused, glancing at her. Giving a shrug, he spoke out of the corner of his mouth, so not to drop his prey. "Er, yeah. I suppose. I wouldn't really know." Though he was doing his best to speak as clearly as possible, most of what he said sounded like a jumble of constants clashing together. He sighed, shaking his head, only hoping the pretty she-cat beside him had heard most of what he said. Glancing around, he noticed the forest was very quiet. Leaf-bare was upon them. In fact, Crowfur was surprised it hadn't snowed yet, what with all the cold weather and fog and mist. He shivered at the thought of snow. He had thin fur that didn't really keep him warm, and black in color, so he was pretty visible when it came to hunting. That was annoying.


Blackfall.
He turned, eyes alighting on Clovermist. Though he was thankful of her help, he could fight his own battles. But he merely gave her a glance and turned back to Swiftheart. "I feel as if I have no privacy. I might just have to go to Morningstar about this." He sneered at the warrior opposite him. He refrained form shivering as a cold breeze swept through the area, and dug his claws into the lightly frosted ground. Stupid leaf-bare. Glancing at Clovermist one more time, he shook himself, making the dry and nearly dead plant he was almost hidden under shake and uproot a few leaves, which drifted down and landed on his coat. Giving a growl, he shook them off and swatted them away. His cold silver eyes returned to take hold on Swiftheat's face, narrowing in despise. His claws came out, and he scratched the ground with them, his tail lashing in annoyance.

[abandoned.]

((sorry :3 happy new years(:))

Swiftheart turned to face Clovermist and narrowed her eyes. "No one asked you to butt in, Clovermist," she hissed lowly. She looked back at Blackfall, but didn't say anything. It wasn't worth her energy or time. "You do that, Blackfall." The she-cat turned, grumbling under her breath. Wasn't as if she wanted to run into the black tom anyways. 

[. silent]

[ Thanks! I'm makng Sorrelpaw and Hawkpaw a bit later on. ]

b l i z z a r d f o o t
tom ; warrior ; crushless ; talking to no one at the moment ; being himself

The tom lay in his nest with his head resting on his paws. His eyes flicked from side to side, and his pelt prickled as he lay there, deep in thought. When nothing came to mind for something he was thinking of, for what he didn't even know, the tom let out a heavy sigh and got to his paws, slipping out of the den silently, feeling the den entrance walls brush against his black fur. His tail was flicking curiously, and he stretched, pressing his chest to the ground, his tail and rump in the air, and his forelegs stretched far forward. He stretched uuntil his legs and tail trembled, and he let out a yawn, showing thorn sharp, sparkling white teeth. He twitched his ears, giving them a flick and then looking around the camp. He had no clue what he could do, or go anywhere. His mind felt heavy and fuzzy with some differency and he let out another side, then dug his claws into the ground before slowly heading over to the fresh-kill pile and picking out the smallest piece of prey there; he always wanted the clan fed well before him. He was very loyal, and protective and defensive of his clan. He picked his piece of prey and took it in his jaws and then padded toward the camp entrance, then lay quietly in the shade under a tree beside the entrance and ate quietly and slowly, watching for any danger.

[meijhana]

Sootface
Sootface smiled at Soulheart. He was quite sure they she and her sister, Swiftheart, were close, and at times it reminded him of his own relationship with Greyflower. "How is Swiftheart doing?" He asked, trying to make conversation with her. He would never admit it, but something about Soulheart intimidated him.