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

[meijhana]

Greyflower
Greyflower purred contentedly. She was happy to have Petalnose in the nursery with her, it gave her a since of calm. Her thoughts turned to Morningstar. She hoped that her former leader would accept her back into the clan. She didn't know what she would do otherwise.

Silentpaw
Bored, Silentpaw stood up in her nest, stretched, and left the den. She knew Ravenpaw was there, but she had never been close to the dark tabby tom.

[free.]

(@MyDashing~Sky: Haha, it's fine.

@meijhana: I think Soulheart replied to Sootface.

@Everyone: I have notified the players who have not been on for awhile. They have around a week or so to PM me back before I delete or kill off their characters. Just wanted to let you guys know, that's why I'm kinda going slow.)

Skykit.
She watched Ravenpaw with some interest fom her hiding spot in the bushes and ferns bordering the camp form outside the forest. He seemed restless. Her sky blue eyes followed him silently as he sat by the entrance to camp, thought a bit, and then went back to the apprentice den. The small kit stood still for a moment, then padded out of her hiding space. She wound her way over to the apprentice den and slipped in, letting her eyes adjust to the gloom. Then, she carefully padded over to the dark tom and poked him , as gently as possible, in the side. "Ravenpaw!" She hissed, trying to wake him up.

Crowfur.
He offered the warrior a grin. "Thanks. And maybe we can hunt some more while we're at it. You're the best." He said hurriedly, and started back out of camp. But then he turned to Dapplerain with a stern gleam in his eye. "And no more racing!" The small tom snapped, giving her a glare, though it was fake. And he couldn't keep a stright face. Laughing, he turned back towards the entrance and sauntered out of camp, back towards the forest. Going an a leisurely pace, the black tom made his way over to the Big Oak, sniffing around for where he had buried his prey. Because of course, since he was Crowfur, he had forgotten where he had buried it. He never was really good at remembering things...

Petalnose.
She gave a worried glance towards the entrance of camp. Her thoughts had drifted to Morningstar. "I wonder where she is..." The queen murmured. Then she grimaced. "Oh I do hope nothings happened to her. It seems the rest of the patrol has come back. Except for her and Flamefoot." It had been almost the whole entire day they were out there. SHe kneaded the ground with her paws, her expression that of a grief-stricken mother.

[. silent]

b l i z z a r d f o o t
tom ; warrior ; crushless ; tallking to crowfur at the moment ; curious

The tom nodded, letting out a purr at Crowfur's comment and flicked his tail happily, bounding after the tom warrior, his paws itching to run as fast as he can, to feel the gentle wind pulling at his fur. His tail flicking, and he twitched his whiskers, amused, as Crowfur searched helplessly for his prey. Blizzardfoot let out 'mrroww' of amusement and watched for a moment, his head tilted, then sniffed the air, standing up and padding farther away toward a tree and scratched some dirt off the ground to find a pile a prey. "Is this it?" he meowed, the corners of his mouth pulling up in a grin, his ears twitching with curiousity. He prodded the pile curiously.

l i g h t f o o t
she-cat ; warrior ; crushless ; talking to no one at the moment ; bored

The she-cat shifted, entering out into the camp slowly from the warriors' den, her whiskers twitching with boredness. There was really no one to talk to...at all. Her tail flicked and she strolled over to a patch of shady grass and lay down, resting her head on her paws with her body stretched out luxuriously. Her eyes kept wandering around the camp area, her pelt prickling with a thought in her head of something to do. But nothing came to mind at all, sadly. She flicked one ear slowly, listening to the faint voices far off of her clanmates hanging together, and hunting, battle training...she hoped to get an apprentice of her own. She also knew that Blizzardfoot desired badly to have an apprentice.

[dandelion love]

.: Dapplerain :.
She smiled at both the Tom. She laughed when Crowfur said no running this time. She watched as Crowfur started looking around because he lost the place. She knew where it was, she just thought it was funny because he forgot. She watched Blizzardfoot find it, she nodded to him. She twitched her ear, thinking she heard someone. 'It's coming', it whispered in her ear. She shook her head. Why did she keep hearing things?

[sparrow,]

[Hey guys.. I know i've only just gotten back, but I must quit. I cannot give you a strait forward reason, but Chelsie knows, and she's not going to tell. I've enjoyed Whisperclan while i've had the chance to play, and Free, I wish you luck with your RP! Have a happy year guys!]

[free.]

(Okay..wow. Just...wow. Whatever. I just got back to putting your cats onto the list. That's kinda crap, but you know, at least you're being honest and not making up excuses. So bye, I'm glad you enjoyed it for the time you were there, though.)

[mackstarr]

(POST! ill probably join later :3)

[free.]

(@ Mackstarr: Cool, thank you!)

Crowfur.
He lashed his tail in frusteration, not being able to find his prey. And then when Blizzardfoot dug it up, he smiled sheepishly. "Er..yeah, that's mine..." He muttered shamefully. he dug it out the rest of the way and then looked at Dapplerain. "Do you have anymore you have to take back?" He asked her, trying to forget about his embarassing and stupid moment that had just gone over. How foolish of him Oh well, that was Crowfur for you. Always doing stupid things. And being forgetful.

[Starbaby]

young stray cat in Tangiers, Morocco by fototastisch, on Flickr

N ame:
Whitepaw
W arrior Name:
Whitewind
G ender:
Tom
A ge:
Just reaching 6 Moons
R ank:
Apprentice
D escription:
White paw is a very small, very sickly looking young cat. He was born while the sick was going around the clan in Greenleaf, and while he was the only kit to survive in that litter, it seemed the sick was stuck with him. He looks a little mangy but he is always bright-eyed. Whitepaw is thin, with gangly legs and tail and his paws are a little big for his body.

Whitepaw's fur is well taken care of enough, and has a white base, blotted with various shades of brown and gold. The markings run across his head and shoulders, ending in spots midway down his back. His eye are a deep, dark blue and show strength in the little cat.
P ersonality:
Whitepaw is a bright cat. He is a quick thinker and a happy soul, despite his losses when he was just a kit. He is eager to learn and become a warrior for his clan, and hardly listens to the negativety about his size. He believes every cat is important, and think no less of himself.

Whitepaw rarely finds himself upset, and holds tight to his usual happy feelings. He does, however, take moments to think about what it would be like to have close kin in the clan. His father, Oakfell, left to become a loner when his mother passed away. Though he'd dream of it often, White doesn't intend to leave after his father, and is glad he can live within the clan.
S kills:
The young apprentice is a nimble cat, with a light body and thin legs he can get around quite easily. This also makes him a good hunter, when it comes to light footed prey. He is small enough now that he can dive into the mouth of smaller spaces to catch the prey, but quick enough it doesn't often come to that.
W eakness:
Whitepaw is a very small cat, and doesn't have much muscle on him either. He is not the strongest cat in the clan because of it, and has a hard time keeping up with the others during fighting lessons. Though he has long legs for his own body, he cannot run for very long because of his size.
H istory:
Whitepaw was born in a sickly season. His mother was ill when he was born, and her weak state left her kits to become ill as well. Whitepaw originally had two other siblings. Sisters. But they passed away within a day of birth. He was the only one to live, once his mother passed away and he was taken care of by another nursing queen. He is still very young and is about to become a warrior, so has plenty of history to write for himself.
K in:
None
M ate/Crush:
None, at the moment.
O ther:
Nothing, at the moment.

This cat's eyes... by ErinTaylorMurphy, on Flickr

N ame:
Ghostfang
G ender:
Tom
A ge:
40 Moons
R ank:
Warrior
D escription:
Ghostfang is a white and cream coloured tom, the darkest of his markings behind his ears and tail tip. His face is masked with honey-cream fur, the same colour running up halfway on his hind legs. His tail is striped with white and brown. The warriors eyes are ice-blue and always watchful, though the right is scarred.

The tom is a well muscled cat, his shoulders broad and his legs long and thick. He has short fur, which shows off his well built form though it's not without its flaws. Ghostfang's hind is riddled with scars and claw marks, from a long life as a warrior. He also has a chipped left fang, with a crack running to the roots.
P ersonality:
Ghostfang isn't a very kindly cat, and takes his warrior duties very seriously. He is strict when it comes to other cats, especially the younger ones. He appears very stand-offish, and he prefers to be left to himself while in camp. Still, he enjoys leading patrols and teaching the younger cats his skills. Even though he may come off as harsh.

The tom isn't a cat to be taken lightly, and he often shares it with gold gazes and unfriendly words. In truth, he is very loyal and put his clan before himself. In his own way.
S kills:
Ghostfang is well built and tough, and is a cat not many would pick a fight with. He is powerful in battle, and his stand-offish character only builds in his intimidation. His long legs allow him to easily rundown most.
W eakness:
Ghostfang is not exactly stealthy, and would prefer to leap right into a fight. He lacks skills in hunting, though he is fine fending for himself. He also lacks social skills, being a sort of brute.
H istory:
Ghostfang was born into Whisperclan, and was a headstrong kit from the start. He would constantly be nagged by his mother for wrestling too harshly with his siblings. He was very bold, and left the nursery at a young age, catching a glimpse at the camp before the others.

The day he became an apprentice was the best day of his life. He had a proud mentor, a cat that could handle the little ball of energy that he was when he was Ghostpaw. He was hardly every in camp since he became an apprentice. He trained from dawn 'til dusk, and sometimes sneaking out at night. He became a warrior quickly, and was hardly had time for his kin. He was eager to be out on patrols, and earned a few scars from his sometimes harsh attitude. Even now, the camp feels restricting to the bold warrior, but he is loyal to his clan and so stays with them, though not always as far as sharing tongues.
K in:
He has a few brothers but I won't rp them.
M ate/Crush:
None, at the moment.
O ther:
None.

[Addie-Dee]

(Awww, ok, bye! Happy new year to you too! And whoa...o.o)

His green tinted eyes flickered open, and he looked at the small kit, before sitting up and looking at her. "What..." He said quietly, after a moment of thinking, "are you doing?" He hardly recognized who the kit was, but then saw it was merely Skykit. Ravenpaw flickered his ears, partly annoyed, but then again thoughtful. What was this kit doing in the apprentice den talking to him? He awaited an answer, tail wrapping around his paws, the tip flickering like a rattlesnake's tail would, head tilted ever so slightly in question. "To add to that, why prod me so? I wasn't sleeping you know." Ravenpaw said, not harshly the slightest, but just to say.