{Mmmk. You should have seen her. She's lucky my mom wasn't home! XD}
Darkfire yawns and stretches, padding to a shady spot near the edge of camp. He sprawls out and listens to the sounds around the camp.
Silentpaw pads from the medicine cat den and scents the air, padding toward the fresh kill pile. She sighs and plucks a bird that had maggots eating its stomach. She grabs it by the foot and pulls it out of camp, burying it.
Leafdapple glances across the clearing, looking at Russetwing for a moment, then padding to the fresh kill pile just as Silentpaw leaves.
ɔεƨcяıρтıσп ;;A thick-furred, snowy white she-cat with black patches assorted around her pelt. Rainsayer's right foreleg makes her look as if she's wearing a black sock, while her left forepaw looks like a black glove. Her tail is raven black, and her eyes are a deep ocean blue, which makes her partially blind. There is a tuft of black fur on her forehead that normally covers her right eye.
ρεяƨσпαʟıтч ;;Rainsayer's a slightly shy she-cat who isn't one for conversations most of the time. She prefers doing her duties for the clan and protecting who she can, and is loyal to BlazeClan. During a battle, Rainsayer will really only fight if needed, for she is a cat who likes peace. Sometimes it is a bit difficult for her to carry out her work, due to being partially blind. Her vision will fuzz up every once and a while, so she can be a little clumsy. Rainsayer is overall a friendly, modest cat, and will only get on her bad side if you allow her to.
яαпκ ;;Warrior
cяυƨн, мαтε, κıтƨ ;;N/A
яεɔғεαтнεя
αɢε ;;29 moons
ɢεпɔεя ;;Tom
ɔεƨcяıρтıσп ;;A thick-furred, dark russet tom with a white chest, white paws, tail-tip, and ear-tips. His eyes are a dull amber, and his tail is quite fluffy.
ρεяƨσпαʟıтч ;;Redfeather's a moody, grumpy, sarcastic kind of cat, but once you get to know him, he can be a nice tom. He's really compassionate and loyal towards those he loves, and he would be the first to jump in to protect them from danger. Most of the time, he tends to be a bit ignorant and his thoughts will get mixed around and such. He isn't the brightest in the Clan, but he has his times where he can be -somewhat- intelligent.
яαпκ ;;Warrior
cяυƨн, мαтε, κıтƨ ;;N/A
cяσσκεɔραш
αɢε ;;8 moons
ɢεпɔεя ;;Tom
ɔεƨcяıρтıσп ;;A ragged, slightly over-sized brown tabby tom with light green eyes and a crooked tail, hence his name.
ρεяƨσпαʟıтч ;;Crookedpaw's a very compassionate, friendly, adventurous apprentice who impatiently awaits for his warrior ceremony. He loves to go out training, hunting, and exploring; the only thing he really dislikes is cleaning out the elders' bedding and cats outside of his Clan. Crookedpaw can sometimes bite off more than he can chew, and tends to get himself into trouble every once and a while.
яαпκ ;;Apprentice
cяυƨн, мαтε, κıтƨ ;;N/A
Do I need to add/fix anything?
sailing to coffee seas, with sugar stars falling to me ♡
Crookedpaw lay upside down in the apprentices' den, gazing up at the ceiling. He yawned, rolling over to a normal position and watched the camp, trying to think of something better to do.
sailing to coffee seas, with sugar stars falling to me ♡
{I don't think the name Rainsaye is a warrior name...}
Darkfire gets up and pads out of camp, following Silentpaw's scent. "Shouldn't you have a warrior with you, Silentpaw?" He asks, looking at the small apprentice.
"No! Stop treating me like a kit!" Silentpaw snaps and grabs the herbs, racing away from the dark pelted tom. She pads into camp, huffing, and organizes the herbs by their scents. "Yarrow, Juniper berries, poppy seeds..."
Stormpaw looked over his shoulder at Crookedpaw. He got up and trotted outside of the appretinces' den. He trotted over to Darkfire; his mentor. "I wanna learn something today!" He mewed happily.
{{Accepted.}}
slowly getting back in cs after a looonng hiatus <3
pets in my pound section are free all offers considered ~
Darkfire jumps high in the air with a "Mreow!" And settles his bushed up fur. "Oh, right." He nods and pads out of camp. "Hunting, Fishing, Fighting?" he asks the young apprentice.
Silentpaw gazes from the medicine cat den, her sightless eyes traveling over Crookedpaw's pelt. She knew what he looked like, she had been told before by someone. She sighs, Your a medicine cat! You can't have a crush on a tom! She hisses at herself and sinks her claws into the ground out of frustration.