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

[dandelion love]

Clovermist
She was walking through the forest when she saw someone. It was a black tom, crouching near the camp. Spying, she thought. She pounced on him, pinning him down. Looking in his dark amber eyes with her bright blue eyes, "Who are you?" She asked bitterly and rudely. She was ready to bit a loner's head off. With her claws unsheathed on his shoulder blades, digging him in. Waiting for him to answer quickly before she attacked him.

[free.]

Scorch.
He merely turned his gaze onto the she-cat, eyes burning without emotion, yet scary all the same. As if he was water, he slid from her claws and sat down a few lengths away from her. "Careful, attacking one up in a tree is a good way to fall to your death." He peered down at the forest floor a long ways beneath them. "My name is Scorch. I assume you are a clan cat. Could I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" He asks, his voice calm, without threat. His burning eyes are locked on her. A smile twists onto his face. She seems like a formiddable fighter. Smaller, with sweet looks. But by her attitude already, he could tell she wasn't what she seemed. Ah, he liked that. Full of surprises. The tiny black tom sat down, tail curved around his small paws. Though he was still waiting for her name, he spoke again. "The ways of your clan, assuming you are one of them, intruige me. The only other group I have come by are bloodthirsty and the leader is fearsome, and also fearful. Your group, they seem at ease, working otgether." He shrugs.


Crowfur.
He touched her shoulder with his head, briefly, then pulled away. "Should we go for a walk? Might get your mind off things." He tried for something to make her feel bettter. Really, after spending so much time with his brother, he wasn't as much of the charmer he used to be. But it was coming back, slowly. He grown used to his brother's silent, indifferent ways. There had been no need to make small talk around the belligerent tom. Of course, with other warriors, not talking would be akward. At least until you were good friends. So Crowfur was trying to catch up.

[abandoned.]

Swiftheart § Brokenclaw

Swiftheart stepped away from the body, bowing her head one last time. She took another few steps back and then turned, padding away, not liking the sight of a fallen warrior. She passed by Soulheart and the two apprentices, pausing briefly. "I'm going for a walk. I'll be back soon," she said quietly, before she began walking again. She left the camp and started walking, shaking her head.

Brokenclaw lay in the shadows, staring out with his blue eyes. He'd seen the leader of the clan run into camp and call a meeting, telling them of their dead clanmate and of their new deputy. He'd only shook his head and resumed in his activities. Then, he saw one of his sisters pad out of the camp. How did he know this was his sister? His father had told him a little about his sisters when he'd become an apprentice. Then, he had left and had started to search for them, feeling as if they belonged to the clan they'd been born in. Though, when he'd seen them, he had left after a few weeks, returning to his clan to become a warrior. Now, he was back. The black tom stood quietly, watching as she passed by, obviously occupied in thoughts. He began to follow behind her, when he accidentally stepped on a twig, snapping it.

The she-cat continued to walk, her head hung a bit low. The death of a clanmate could affect a cat so much. Swiftheart whirled around when she heard a twig snap, crouching when she saw a black tom. Her blue eyes narrowed instantly as she regarded the male with caution. "Who are you?"

Soulheart

Soulheart smiled at her apprentice, nodding. "That's good, Whitepaw." When her sister murmured a few words to her, she simply nodded, before she looked at Silentpaw and gave her another gentle smile, before regarding the two, "Do you two wish to pay your respects to Flamefoot with me?"

[dandelion love]

Clovermist | 21 Moons | Warrior | No Apprentice | No Crush
She looked at the tom as he slipped away from her claws. He was quick, she will give him that. Her icy blue eyes glaring at him. "Clovermist." She said with a bitter twist in it. She knew he had a twist smile upon his face, which didn't surprise her one bit. "Intrigue you? I don't think so." She said rudely.

Dapplerain | 20 Moons | Warrior | Apprentice: Ravenpaw | Crush: Maybe...Crowfur.
She looked at Crowfur and nodded gently. "I would like that." She said honestly. She loved how he was trying to help her. It started to make her feel better already. She was glad he was still here and not ignoring her like he had been for awhile. It made it feel like old times.

[abandoned.]

((Brokenclaw is a loner xD from another clan o.o))

[dandelion love]

[[ Oops, I thought they were talking about Scorch... I will edit. xD ]]

[meijhana]

Silentpaw
Silentpaw glanced over at Soulheart, glad that the black and orange cat was concerned, but not really sure if she really needed extra comfort. She felt Whitepaw brush her side with his tail, that small gesture warming her slightly. "It's getting dark," she mused, flicking Whitepaw's flank with her own tail. "It seem's like the whole day just slipped away." Turning away from Flamefoot's body, her mind wandered back to Skykit's "prophecy," remembering how she had vowed to apologize to the kit and cooperate. Now, she was not as sure she wanted to be a part of it anymore. But just as the thought entered her mind, a slight breeze seemed to carried the words of doom that she had been hearing so often.

Osprey
Osprey crouched in the shadows, his yellow-green eyes catching the fading light spectacularly. He had caught Greyflower's scent earlier in the, and the memory brought a smile to his lips. So young, so naive, and ultimately so stupid, he thought as he remembered the overly trusting bushy grey she-cat. She had trusted him completely, but he didn't blame her. He had always been able to get what he wanted. From anyone he wanted. He was persuasive, and he knew how to manipulate just about any cat he wanted.

[Starbaby]

Stray Cat 015 by J i J y, on Flickr

N ame:
Scratch
G ender:
She-cat
A ge:
38 Moons
R ank:
Loner
D escription:
Scratch is medium haired calico with sharp, yellow eyes. She is usually boney from the hard life of being a loner and lack of food. Though because of her loner life style, she is also a very tough she-cat. She has had to fight off other strays many times in her life and has developed muscles that are hidden beneath her thin form.
P ersonality:
Scratch is a very hostile cat and is trusting of few. She's chased any that wish to share her life away, including her own kin and has grown to have a very cold heart.Scratch has observed clan life before, and has always felt disgusted with it. It should be the survival of the fittest, in her mind, yet the take care of their sick and young. Scratch it a she-cat that will likely never be tamed.
S kills:
Scratch is well muscled beneath her fur and is very fast, from living on her own. She'd hot headed and because of that has dealt with many cats, because she hardly ever backs down.
W eakness:
Scratch doesn't always think everything through. She prefers to run in than make a plan, and so has earned many scars. It wouldn't be hard to out smart her, though she wouldn't wait to give you the chance.
H istory:
Scratch was born in a litter of five on an abandoned farm. Both her parents lived there and were caring of all their kits. She though, didn't believe the smallest of the litter should have been able to be cared for. They wouldn't grow into anything strong or important, so she began to steal prey from them. When her parents caught her they chased her out and she lived alone at an early age. Scratch moved from place to place, never settling because of other cats or lack of prey. Or simply because she was bored of hanging around too long. She is still unsteady in where she lives.
K in:
None that will be role played.
M ate/Crush:
None.
O ther:
None.

[Starbaby]

W.hitepaw

"When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over. When everything is out, you gotta take it in."

Whitepaw flicked his ear uneasily, he dark blue eyes wandering from his mentor to Silentpaw, and then to Flamefoot. Though he was young and didn't want to linger near their fallen clanmate, he didn't want to leave him without a farewell. He nodded without a word, and stood up with a stretch. Silentpaw looked busy in her thoughts, but he wondered if she would say farewell too.

The apprentice's tail drooped as he padded toward the tom's still body, and he pressed his muzzle into his fur. He was cold and it sent chills down Whitepaw's spine. He kept expecting Flamefoot to stand up, to dip his head and to head back into the warriors den but he didn't move. Whitepaw let a tiny mew of sadness escape him, and he burried his face in the older warriors fur.

"Oh, this has gotta be the good life."

[meijhana]

Silentpaw
Silentpaw watched as Whitepaw left her to say farwell to their fallen warrior. Following his lead, she padded around to the side of Flamefoot's body, touching the tip of her nose to the stiff dark pelt. She was surprised. For some reason this small gesture of goodbye comforted her, as if saying goodbye made it seem like he was only leaving for a while, not really dead. She purred quietly. Goodbye Flamefoot, she said within her mind. You were a great warrior, and I hope that I will be able to serve my clan as well as you did. You will be missed. She did not intend to spend the entire night there, but she lingered for a moment, prolonging her goodbye.