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

[Starbaby]

G.hostfang

"Is it worth it, can you even hear me? Standing with your spotlight on me. Not enough to feed the hungry."

Ghostfang watched the two apprentices dash out of the camp, and although they were carrying the dirtied moss, they seemed to have returned to their play. His tail tip twitched with irritation, but he didn't follow after those mouse-brained cats. The warrior went about licking his chest fur flat, easing the annoyance that was as clear as his ice blue eyes. With a disgruntled snort, Ghostfang lifted his head again, ears twitching in the direction of another warrior. Lightfoot was nearby in the camp, and he lifted himself back onto his paws, padding toward her. "Hello, Lightfoot." He mewed, touching his nose to her ear in greeting. "It seems everyone is awake this late into the evening." He blamed it on Morningstar's absence; it was putting stress on a lot of the cats, though not al showed it.

"I'm tired and I've felt it for a while now."

(( Free, I would like to change Whitepaw's warrior name from Whitewing to Whitewind, just so I'm not doubling up the 'wing' with another apprentice. ))

[Addie-Dee]

Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw flicked an ear, nodding and murmuring a audible, "Ok, thanks again." He didn't mind, since some noise had scared off the prey. With a sigh, the tom padded along, trudging through bush branches, and thorny plants. He managed to slip away from the small danger, but did get a slight thorn in his shoulder, which he pulled off quickly and easily. "Ow." The tom muttered, and then perked his ears, stiff as he heard movement ahead, but a tad to the left. Now Ravenpaw was focused, seeing a moving bit of bright blue tail-feather by a birch tree.
Ravenpaw silently creeped forward. How would he come to catching a bird? He hadn't really trained or hunted, and his sister hardly, for the apprentices had to be switched many times. But, the two had exceptional memory, and recalled who they now had. Now, though, he had to focus on hunting. The bird would fly off, and...it was so colorful. Alas, he was just inches away. If only it would...yes! Ravenpaw snagged its wings, as it turned to peck at a bug. The bug flew off, and Ravenpaw bit into the bird's neck, holding the rest of it down with his paws. Once it was killed quickly and painlessly, fortunate for his first kill in the clan, he examined its array of bright blues and complimenting black. But he couldn't dawdle on little moments like this, so he headed back to the secret entrance/exit Skykit had showed him. But he couldn't walk in with a bird, could he? A catch?

Quickly, he slipped through, breathing calmly to reassure himself as he shortly sat at the spot Skykit and him had first come in. Now, he had to get this in there....

(Boy, I am tired typing...not really, but my brain is fuzzing out. XD)

[. silent]

L.i g h t f o o t
"Being bold doesn't count, it's how you act that really matters."
she-cat : warrior : crushless : talking to ghostfang at the moment : agreeing

The she-cat was laying quietly under the shade of a tree inside camp, her legs stretched out in comfort as Ghostfang came up to her and said a simple greeting. Her right ear twitched in curiosity and she glanced up, her beautiful fur glinting in the shining sunlight. Her beautiful green eyes blinked in greetings, and her pelt tingled as he touched her ear with her nose. "Hey, Ghostfang," she murmured quietly, licking his chest fur a few times also in greeting, and then bring her muzzle up. He was pretty handsome...something about him. But she knew she had went too far. But she nodded in agreement, pressing her muzzle against his quickly before purring. "Yes, I know. I wonder where Morningstar is, anyway," Lightfoot murmured once again, then rested her head on her light-furred paws and panted. Her swollen belly buldged out. She should be kitting soon. But she had no clue who the father was...

[Starbaby]

G.hostfang

"Is it worth it, can you even hear me? Standing with your spotlight on me. Not enough to feed the hungry."

Ghostfang flicked his tail across Lightfoot's side appreciatively. "I haven't heard any news from any of the other warriors." He replied in a huff, his bright blue eyes flicking across the camp momentarily. His gaze rested back on Lightfoot as she began panting. It was impossible not to notice the she-cats buldging belly, but it was a hard subject, especially due to the conditions. Ghostfang leaned over, poking his nose at her belly and feeling the warmth inside. He was no medicine cat so he had little idea about the process of kitting or carrying them, but she looked far along. "It won't be long now, will it?" He questioned, a scratchy purr rumbling in his throat. Though Ghostfang was a hard cat most of the time, new kits in the clan was a happy time for everyone.

"You will have help from the clan with these kits." He told her, expressing the worry about the father. They would have questions while they grew older, but that would be handled when it came.

"I'm tired and I've felt it for a while now."

[free.]

(@Sora: Sure thing

Morningstar.
Tears dripped down her grey face, splashing onto the rocks. A cold weight felt in the bottom of her stomach. "Flamefoot, oh Flamefoot." She murmured, pushing her head up against the tom's back. She let the grief set in, and leaned over to give his cheek fur a few licks. Then, as if steeling herself, the proud leader stood up. The limp body of the warrior before her lay eagle-spread out on the bottom of the rocky gorge. They were on the narrow bank, right beside the path leading back up to the top. Her blueish grey eyes looked resolute as she glanced around one more time. Diping her head, she murmured some words to the body of Flamefoot, sending his spirit to Starclan. And then she bent over, gripping his neck fur in her teeth. With that, she turned, dragging the large warrior along with her up towards the top of the gorge. It was going to be a long trek back to camp...

She stopped, letting Flamefoot's head drop to the forest floor. Panting, she realized she was famished and tired, and thirsty. Only a bit farther. She thought to herself. With that, she reluctantly gripped FLamefoot in her teeth again, and kept hauling him in the direction of camp. And finally, finally, she made it back. Entering camp, she held her head high and proud, Flamefoot's scruff in it, his body dragging along on the ground wbeside her. Her eyes stayed stright ahead, and she kept them devoid of emotion. Placing Flamefoot's body in the center of camp, she arranged it gently, so that it was more peaceful looking. And then, she leapt up onto the large rock in the center of camp. "I call all cats strong enough to come forwards to stand beneathme and listen to what I have to say." She yowled, her voice ringing across camp. With that, she sat down, tail wrapped elegantly around her paws, as she waited for her clan to obey.

[dandelion love]

[[ Are the three cats in the forest there now? ]]

[Kat.]

{{ ^^Younger.^^ }}

N a m e:
Cobrakit
W a r r i o r N a m e:
Cobrastrike
G e n d e r:
She-Cat
R a n k:
Kit
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Cobrakit -- as her name foretells -- has a strong bite. Her teeth ( fangs especially ) are very sharp and she likes to use them to 'play'. Cobrakit is a bubbly she-cat, even though she takes things seriously. She will romp around like queen of the world one minute, and the next she will be standing 'guard' outside the nursery. Either way, she doesn't like to be kept withheld of living her life. Whether that be being herself, or being what other cats want her to be.
H i s t o r y(o p t i n a l):
She doesn't like to talk about it.
K i n:
Dead.
C r u s h:
M a t e:
K i t s:
O t h e r:
Nope C:

[free.]

(@CHelsieLea: Yes, and Crowfur suggested that they maybe hunt some more.

@Berry: I need a mother for your kit. Or perhaps, since it's only one kit, my cat, Petalnose, could foster her? Because Petalnose is a queen, and she only has one kit right now. But the kit must have some form of mother, whether foster or her real mother.)

[Kat.]

(@CHelsieLea: Yes, and Crowfur suggested that they maybe hunt some more.

@Berry: I need a mother for your kit. Or perhaps, since it's only one kit, my cat, Petalnose, could foster her? Because Petalnose is a queen, and she only has one kit right now. But the kit must have some form of mother, whether foster or her real mother.)

{{ Petalnose could foster her. }}

[dandelion love]

[[ So, the cats in the clan don't know about her announcement since they are in the forest right? ]]