Ƭ ι м в ɛ я Ɔ ℓ α и .|. ACCEPTING

[darĸнowl]

.: C L A W :.

Claw nodded, not really listening. Then his eyes widened and he growled at the thought of a cat working below him but still had more authority than the fighters. He narrowed his eyes and forced his hackles to stay flat for Hollowstar's sake. "Maybe," he muttered. "We can settle that once everyone is dead," he stated flatly. He lay down beside the pregnant she-cat and looked at her face. He relaxed and smiled coolly. Then Claw started to groom her pelt.

[ѕнαdy]

Δ Ħ σ ℓ ℓ σ ω ƨ т α я Δ

• 30 мσσиƨ • Яσɢʋɛ • αρρяɛитιcɛℓɛƨƨ • ♀ •

❝Ƥʋяιтʏ σя иσтнιиɢ. Єαƨʏ.❞

Hollowstar purred as Claw groomed her, resting her head on her paws and tucking her tail in. She thought of what the kits would look like and hoped at least one of them would resemble her father, a dark brown tabby tom. She didn't look like either of her parents, she looked like her grandfather, so maybe one of her kits would look like their grandfather. She sighed and began drifting into sleep.

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

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Иαмɛ
Silverkit

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Female

Aɢɛ
6 moons

Яαиκ
kit

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
apprentice

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Silverkit is normally very nice and playful unless you bring up her parents. Her mother died after she gave birth. Silverkits brothers and sister got seperated when her father left her there to die. She was the youngest of the litter and her father didnt think she would be able to survive.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Silverkit is a white she cat with silver stripes on her back. She has a black tail and black paws. Over her left eye she has an orange patch.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Her left eye is Silver and her right aye is blue.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Silverkit is very small. She was the runt of the litter so she is smaller than the other kits. But she is very strong.

Ƙιи
She doesnt know much about her brothers and sisters. All she knows is that she had a brother and two sisters.

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
She doesnt know what clan she was from. She doesnt remember much of the past.

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
She doesnt know anyone yet so she cant have a crush.

Ѳтнɛя
nothing

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

Silverkit walked around for a bit before she sat down looking up at the clouds. She missed the warmth of her fathers body wrapped around her.

((Looks good but you are missing something from the rules and you do need to find her a picture ;)))
((Ill reply if I can get on the computer today :)))

[TheCryingWolf]

Ɖ ι я т ʏ ρ α ω
-|Tom|-|Apprentice|-|Crushless|-|*Tending to Wolfpelt|-

"You don't like me? That's cool. I don't wake up ever day to impress you."

Dirtypaw's tail drooped when Wolfpelt pointed out the tick. He hated having to get ticks and fleas off cats, let alone himself. But, he sucked it up and nodded to the elder and went over. He used his claws to part Wolfpelt's fur between his shoulder blades so he could find the little blood sucking pest. "Ok, I see it. But Duckpond is busy so, I guess I'll just have to pull it off..." Dirtypaw made a disgusted face that Wolfpelt couldn't see then grasped the tick in his teeth. He made sure to get as far down on the tick as possible. "Dis may huwrt a wittle bit." he mumbled around the tick then readied himself to pull the tick off the elder. His ears went back and he pulled as quickly but also as gently as he could. Soon enough, the tick gave way and came off, head and body still attached together. Good. If that tick's head came off, that wouldn't be good! Then, he spit the tick out onto the ground and squished it with his claws. Blood splattered on his claws from the tick's belly and he made another face. He didn't care if it was an enemies blood on his claws, but his own clanmate's? Not ok! Dirtypaw wiped his claws on the floor of the den, making the blood wipe off in the dirt.

{ There, I fixed it ^^ }

[darĸнowl]

Δ Ħ σ ℓ ℓ σ ω ƨ т α я Δ

• 30 мσσиƨ • Яσɢʋɛ • αρρяɛитιcɛℓɛƨƨ • ♀ •

❝Ƥʋяιтʏ σя иσтнιиɢ. Єαƨʏ.❞

Hollowstar purred as Claw groomed her, resting her head on her paws and tucking her tail in. She thought of what the kits would look like and hoped at least one of them would resemble her father, a dark brown tabby tom. She didn't look like either of her parents, she looked like her grandfather, so maybe one of her kits would look like their grandfather. She. Sighed and began drifting into sleep.

.: C L A W :.

Claw kept on grooming, and noticed she'd fallen asleep. He snorted in amusement and finished licking her pelt. He pulled back, noticing it was sleek and clean. He gave it a curt nod of approval and yawned. He glanced at the sun, then rested his head on her back and fell into a dreamless sleep as well.

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

... w o l f p e l t ...

[ As if deserting me wasn't enough... ]

He sighed in relief when the tick was gone. "Thank you, Dirtypaw. Say, think you could run and get me a rabbit?" he asked. Not that he needed to. One did not simply say no to Wolfpelt. Though he was an elder, he was still big and had an intimidating amout of scars and a scary gruff voice. Though he was considerably younger, he was almost two times bigger than his only denmate, Birdfeather. But he was secretly jealous of the white tom. His son had died but he still had one left. Wolfpelt ha nothing; his son had abandoned him for Phantomstar's daughter Stormrose, and when he searched for him he found Sparrowclaw just in time to see him breathe his last breaths. Wolfpelt blinks tight to make the memory go away. "So... How about that rabbit?" he sounded considerably more aged and weak after the episode in his mind.

[darĸнowl]

.: T I G E R S T R I P E :.

Tigerstripe narrowed his eyes as he eavesdropped on the two she-cats {Sunclaw & Morningdove}. More drama? Good. All this reminded him of Stoneclan. He blinked, tipping his head to one side when they kept on bringing up the she-cat that had apparently been an adoptive mother to the younger, calico she-cat. He snorted, thinking the other she-cat was a lot more deserving of the "daughter" than the one claiming she was her actual mother. He paused, noticing her name. Moonshade... "Huh. Interesting name," he mumbled under his breath. It kind of reminded him of... He shook his head, trying not to think of her. He stood in the branch and leaped down silently, curving around the two, making sure they didn't hear or smell him.
He trotted along, making sure to roll around in the mud and leaves when he passed a good spot. He didn't want to, but he knew he had to make himself look injured. With a sigh, he went over towards a bush full of thistles, and dug one leg in. He shut his eyes in pain and hissed with irritation, but made sure the thorns seriously ripped his skin. He tore his paw out, and inspected it. He frowned at the painful scratches but sighed and limped forward. He looked like a mess. Perfect.
Once the heavy scent of many cats filled his nose, he sneezed in disgust, and paused. Up ahead, he saw something that looked like camp entrance. He smiled evilly, and spotted a boulder jutting out from the bottom of the ravine, and he smeared some of his blood along it's surface, and then went below it, to the ground; as if he'd fallen. Tigerstripe was going to lay down on his side, and made sure to breath unevenly. But before he did, hemade sure to drop a large branch down from the top, as if something had fallen down hard. He let out a loud yowl of pain, echoing off the trees and towards the camp. He fell onto his side below the boulder, bleeding and hurt. "HELP! Someone.. help.. me.." he rasped as loud as possible, making it sound like it was filled with pain.

(( AND SO.. Commence Nightclan bad guys >:3 ))

[TheCryingWolf]

Ɖ ι я т ʏ ρ α ω
-|Tom|-|Apprentice|-|Crushless|-|*Tending to Wolfpelt|-

"You don't like me? That's cool. I don't wake up every day to impress you."

Dirtypaw looked up at Wolfpelt and nodded. He stood to leave but stopped as Wolfpelt fell quiet. He looked at the tom as he got lost in a memory. When Wolfpelt spoke again, Dirtypaw nodded again and mewed, "Yeah, sure Wolfpelt." Then he walked out of the den and over to the fresh-kill pile. He sifted through the prey to find the rabbit Wolfpelt wanted. He finally found one near the bottom and picked it up, turning and bounding back over to the elders' den. Once inside, Dirtypaw set the rabbit down at Wolfpelt's paws. "There ya go. Is there anything else you need?" he asked the elder. Part of him was hoping he didn't need anything else.

[ѕнαdy]

Δ Ħ σ ℓ ℓ σ ω ƨ т α я Δ

• 30 мσσиƨ • Яσɢʋɛ • αρρяɛитιcɛℓɛƨƨ • ♀ •

❝Ƥʋяιтʏ σя иσтнιиɢ. Єαƨʏ.❞

She twitched as she dreamt, a dream of kits. In her dream five kits ran around her, all toms and all mewling. Then two just collapsed, the others running over to them in confusion. Hollowstar awoke at that point, standing out of surprise. When she realized she had been so close to Claw she winced, hoping that she didn't wake him.

[TheCryingWolf]

Ɯ ι ƨ ɛ н ɛ α я т
-|She-cat|-|Warrior|-|Crushless|-|*Curious and inspecting|-

"If you don't try, how do you expect to learn?"

Just as Wiseheart was about to ask Berrythorn about joining his patrol, a loud yowl pierced her ears. She whipped around and looked towards the entrance. "Help!" she heard. Curiously and cautiously, she ran to the entrance and went through to see a cat bleeding on the ground. She gasped and being her kind, bighearted self, she went to the cat's side and check out the situation. "Oh my! Are you okay? What happened?" she asked the tom cat. She assumed he had fallen from some where given the broken branch.