((I am a warrior cat, your character is not accepted. Tinkpetz hasn't filled in the deputy position just yet, but someone has already applied for it. Your form wouldn't be accepted, anyway, since it is missing something important. Read the RULES before joining a roleplay, I advise you. And welcome back, Tink! n.n It is rather unfortunate that I am reduced to quoting, but I am still waiting for replies in those inactive Clans. . .))
WaterClan
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mrrow of amusement emitted from Dawnsinger's throat and she mewed, "And you smell like a dead rabbit. But how is that different than usual, I wonder?" The silver-pelted warrior cuffed her mate playfully over the ears, then smoothed the fur between them with her tongue. Honsetly, she loved his scent, unlike other WaterClan cats, and found it unique from WindClan's, but still distinguishable that he was from a different Clan and divided from her in this way. This fact reflected in her eyes, which were tinged with sorrow, contrasting their previous emotion. It vanished within two heartbeats and she tried to hide it from Stormcall despite its absence. "Of course, the difference between a you and a rabbit is the difference in brain capacity. Its intelligence highly exceeds yours," purred Dawnwhisper.
RockClan
Roseness wrote:Whiterunner nodded, mewing, "If it were any colder it wouldn't be. It's a wonder all of the prey-- or Robinpaw-- hasn't frozen yet." He gave a slightly amused mrow and went on. "Yes, actually, and speaking of Robinpaw-- why don't you go wake her up? She's been dropping hints to go on a patrol sometime, and some hunting will warm us up in no time. I will lead a dawn patrol soon, with you and your apprentice, if you would like." He carefully avoided giving a direct order; he had been deputy of RockClan for only a few moons, and he still wasn't used to the notion of being nearly superior to his Clanmates. His ears pricked as his name was called and he immediately recognized the voice as Minkstar's, his leader. The deputy hastily bounded over to where the other tom sat, watching him expectantly. "Yes, Minkstar?" inquired Whiterunner.
SunClan
Roseness wrote:Flamedancer didn't need to be told twice. Still greedily sucking in air while attempting to draw breath once again, she scooted out of the way but remained near the white wolf in case the inevitable occured. The SunClan warrior kept her claws unsheathed and tensed her aching muscles, prepared to pounce and attack again if neccessary.
EarthClan
Lightwhisper didn't protest as Sunheart quietly led her to the medicine cat's den. She wondered mildly whether she should insist that she was fine other than her various scratches and splinters, but her injured leg was shrieking in pain by now, and it was rather difficult to move. . . "My left foreleg hurts a lot, and I can't move it very well," explained the pale-furred cat, her usual soft and gentle voice rasping hoarsely. If only she could sleep for a few heartbeats, moons, whatever, perhaps Sunheart could heal her wounds afterward. Lightwhisper vainly attempted to snap her thoughts back into perspective, but the storm clouds of unconsciousness still loomed darkly over her.