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B A R K F U R
-No crush- | -Tom- | -32 moons- | -Birdpaw-
Barkfur stood and took the rear of the patrol, scanning his surroundings before they even left the camp. With a second thought, he knew Almondpaw's dislike was at him. I don't like every cat in the camp either and looked off to the entrance of the camp without another thought about it. He saw Moonstripe checking the camp's entrance, trying to disguise it but not doing well at it. Once Barkfur caught her eye she looked away and didn't glance any longer. I wonder what she was looking at. He wondered briefly.


M O O N S T R I P E
-No crush| -She cat- | -20 moons- | -No apprentice-
Moonstripe nodded and smiled. "I like these days too." She noted as she felt the sun on her back. "Is collecting those herbs as fun as it looks?" She asked whole heartedly, not trying to offend the medicine cat apprentice. Moonstripe glanced at the entrance, watching as the cats left the camp. Barkfur caught her on her third glance and she stopped abruptly, not wanting to look again.

[HP is a potato]

((Bear with me, I'm trying to find a mode I'm comfortable with :3))

Birdpaw
~Single|7 moons|she-cat|apprentice|Barkfur~

Birdpaw nodded and followed Lightstar, keeping quiet as usual. She never talked much, no one was really sure why, neither was she for that matter. She just didn't like talking that much.

[ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ.]

~•AlmondPaw•~

Apprentice • In Camp • With: Hunting Patrol

I nodded my head, still a little ashamed at my mistake but then raised my head to find Spiderpaw snickering at me. I gave him my best glare back but then got a sudden idea. I skipped up to him and said, "Hello Spiderpaw! Isn't it just a wonderful, beautiful day?! Perfect for a patrol!" In the most cheerfully annoying tone that I could come up with. I brought my bright green gaze up to look at the blue sky and swept my tail around the late spring morning for effect.

∞ MelodyHeart ∞

Medicine Cat ∞ In camp ∞ With: No one

I sighed and my stomach grumbled but I ignored it, like always. I usually didn't fetch my own food, for I was normally far to busy, making my build thinner than most warriors. Not seeing my apprentice right away I ducked back into the coolness of my den and began shifting through herbs, going through the old dried out ones and separating them from the fresher new ones. I shook my head thinking, My apprentice should be doing this for me... I sneezed and examined the fresh compared to the old. There was to many old and not enough fresh. If there was to be an outbreak in a sudden illness...I wouldn't be ready, I realized with dismay, shaking my head once again.

☾ NightStream ☽

Warrior (Deputy?) ☾ In Camp ☽ With: Deerfoot and AutumnFang

I never let my facial features change but when I opened my mouth my words were ice cold, "Deerfoot, I'm not some kit to be reprimanded, and I never will be," My eyes colder than they usually were as I stared down Deerfoot. "I am an equal to you and AutumnFang for now and we all treat each other like equals..got that?" My face was a mask of calmness but my words were dangerously low and too calm.

❖AutumnFang❖

Warrior ❖ In Camp ❖ With: Deerfoot and Nightstream

My smile slowly faded as I listened to Nightstream speak with a certain authority that I had only ever heard in our leader. I shivered, suddenly feeling a little colder. Is the whole clan in a prickly mood today? I wondered, remembering about Almondpaw and Bearfur. Then I shrugged it off. Almondpaw had deserved her stern telling and maybe Deerfoot needed to be reminded that Nightstream was no different from any other warrior.

--BTW AutumnFang is a guy LOL ^_^--

[Spirit Lion]

彡 Deerfoot 彡
Tom
No love intrerest
彡彡彡彡彡彡彡彡
- In the camp clearing -
Mood = Ready to go.
Talking to = Nightstream

"Dont get too full of yourself, Nightstream. I dont care who you think you are, but one mistake and Lightstar will get to hear about this." Deerfoot knew it wasnt a very good threat, but he didnt want to make her a full blown emeny, he just wanted to go out hunting. If she was going to act like she was better then the rest of the Clan, then she could do it out in the forest alone with some twigs shes made be cats or something. "I just want to go hunting and Lightstar put me in charge of a patrol, it isnt my faut I got stuck with you." Deerfoot realized it was a bit harsher out loud then it sounded in his head, but he wasnt prepared to say he was sorry for saying it.

[V a m p i r e]

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

• N a m e : Icepelt
• G e n d e r : She-cat
• A g e : 23 moons
• R a n k : Deputy
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Leader, in time.

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : Icepelt is a completely pure white she-cat, however sometimes in moonlight she does sometimes appear to have a silvery pelt. The pretty she-cat's eyes are a crystal blue colour, glowing brightly in the dark. Overall, Icepelt is a pretty she-cat, but does have an un-noticeable scar on the inside of her front right paw, and a tiny scratch on her nose.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Kind. Some may say that this can be a down side, for her current rank anyway. It doesn't matter who it is, Icepelt would save someone and even give her own life for her enemy if they were dying. She does however remain completely loyal and if saving a cat meant endangering her Clan further, she would let it die no matter how much it hurt her. She doesn't usually show her emotions, and hides any sadness by a perfected fake smile. Icepelt could be considered [b]ruthless or mean sometimes, having had to kill her own kit, for a reason deeply personal to her, that she has not yet told anyone about. She is also very fun loving, acting like a young apprentice again sometimes. She loves to race, and have run with the apprentices but when it's needed she takes things very seriously especially because of her high rank within the Clan.[/i]
• H i s t o r y : Icepelt was born in RainClan, but her father was a kittypet. She never met him, but her mother used to tell her stories of how he would fight Clan cats and never injure himself. Unfortunately, when she was an apprentice she learned that those stories were false and her father was actually killed shortly after she was born protecting her, to make sure she was accepted into the Clan even though she came from kittypet descent. After becoming a warrior, she soon met a rogue and fell in love with him, but remained loyal and stopped visiting him once the Clan found out he was hiding in the territory. She soon after learned that she was having kits, but told no one who their father was. She had two kits, both toms. One died from greencough shortly after birth, and she was forced to kill her second kit, this was because she learned he was carrying a fatal disease, from twolegs and struggled to find a cure. She was worried he would infect the Clan, so had no choice if she wanted to protect the Clan. She did grieve for many moons, but once she became deputy she seemed to return to her usual self.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Sifa Cat, a kittypet who is deceased. (Like C for Cat.)
• M o t h e r : Rosepetal, currently an elder.
• S i b l i n g s :
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None
• C r u s h : None
• M a t e : Currently none, but Thorne, a rogue was her love interest around ten moons ago.
• O f f s p r i n g : Marshkit, deceased and Riverkit, deceased.

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

• N a m e : Patchfur
• G e n d e r : Tom
• A g e : 19 moons
• R a n k : Warrior
• D e s i r e d R a n k : He is quite happy with his current rank.

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : Patchfur has an almost complete white fur, except for a grey patch on the top of his head and two grey patches on his back. His tail is also completely grey, and his eyes are green with a slight tint of blue in them.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Patchfur can be a very lazy tom, he likes to sleep and doesn't really enjoy doing his part for the Clan. He would much rather just lounge around sunning himself. He hated snow, and then only thing he likes to get up for is hunting. He doesn't really have a personality, he doesn't like to talk but can sometimes be very playful with young apprentices.
• H i s t o r y : He doesn't have an exciting history at all, born and raised in the Clan, both his parents were Clan born. He was raised by his mother, but when she died as he turned a warrior he grew apart from his father. He was an only kit, but loved to play with the other nursery kits. It could be said that Patchfur grew lazy after mourning, and still mourning, for his mothers death, and didn't notice much when his father died. He hasn't been in a proper battle, so has no real scars, just a few snags in his pelt from thorns as he leaves and enters camp.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Blackpelt
• M o t h e r : Greyfoot
• S i b l i n g s : None
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None
• C r u s h : None
• M a t e : None
• O f f s p r i n g : None

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

• N a m e : Rosepetal
• G e n d e r : She-cat
• A g e : 67 moons
• R a n k : Elder
• D e s i r e d R a n k : She is happy being an elder now.

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : She has a mottled white pelt, with a brown back and top of the head. She has black tabby stripes covering her brown patched, and her tail is brown with black stripes and a black tail tip. Her eyes are a grey colour with a slight tint of green.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : WIP
• H i s t o r y : WIP

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Shadowgaze, deceased.
• M o t h e r : Mintbreeze, deceased.
• S i b l i n g s : None that are alive.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None
• C r u s h : None
• M a t e : None
• O f f s p r i n g : Icepelt.

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

• N a m e : Creekpaw
• W a r r i o r N a m e : Creektail
• G e n d e r : Tom
• A g e : 9 moons
• R a n k : Apprentice
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Warrior

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : Large jet black tom with muddy brown eyes. He has a simple appearance, and although it is hard to tell through his dark and sleek pelt, Creekpaw has rather large muscles. His eyes take up the muddy brown colour, and is pretty much the only visible thing in darkness.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : WIP
• H i s t o r y : WIP

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Unknown
• M o t h e r : Missy, a deceased kittypet.
• S i b l i n g s : Unknown.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None.
• C r u s h : None.
• M a t e : None.
• O f f s p r i n g : None.

[Spirit Lion]

(Accepted! I only have one cat open at the moment and that would be Leopardkit. Shes in the camp by the Nursery if you want something to do. Creekpaws mentor will be Moonstripe.)

[V a m p i r e]

(Thanks, and Alright.)

Creekpaw trotted out from the apprentice den. He quickly stretched, then scanned the camp for something to entertain himself. He spotted Leopardkit sat by the nursery, a smile suddenly spread across his face. He dipped back into the apprentice den and moments later, the jet black tom re-appeared with a ball of moss in his jaws. Creekpaw darted over to Leopardkit and dropped the moss ball, still smiling he then nudged it towards her. "Hey, Leopardkit!" the large apprentice greeted her, "Wanna play?" He asked, glancing down at the moss ball. He then quickly glanced around camp, looking to see if Moonstripe was anywhere. 'she wont mind me playing for a bit. If she has anything planned, she can come fetch me.' the tom thought to himself as he turned back to look down at Leopardkit.

[Spirit Lion]

♢ Leopardkit ♢
She-cat
No love intrerest

♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢

- Outside in camp -
Mood = Slightly nervous
Talking to = Creekpaw

The small golden spotted tabby she-kit jumped as Creekpaw, a slightly older jet black tom, padded up to her wanting to play. Leopardkit looked around for bearfur, but didnt see him anywhere in the camp anymore, so she looked back at the Apprentice with a sall gulp. "Sure?" She wasnt really used to playing with cats who were close to her age of five moons, but she should at least try and be more playful if she wanted to make friends. Leopardpaw's golden fur looked even brighter in the almost sun-high sunlight, her black spots looking every bit as dark as the gold looked bright. She wanted to ask how to play with the moss, because its normally used for bedding, but she had played chase the moss ball when Birdpaw had stopped by once or twice. The kit gave a smile to Creekpaw, ready to play.

[V a m p i r e]

Creekpaw smiled when Leopardkit accepted his request to play. "Great!" he mewed, his voice full of excitement. The tom rolled the moss ball towards him with his front right paw. He shuffled back a bit and then batted the moss ball with his paw, sending it flying towards Leopardkit. He made sure to not just roll it, so it would give the kit a little bit of a challenge. The tom watched closely as it flew towards the golden kit, and a large smile soon spread across his face.

[Spirit Lion]

♢ Leopardkit ♢
She-cat
No love intrerest

♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢♢

- Outside in camp -
Mood = Slightly nervous
Talking to = Creekpaw

Leopardkit wanted to duck and run when she saw the moss ball was coming at her. She quickly jumped up a little ways and hooked the moss in her shiney white claws. The younger she-cat took a step back, sheathing her claws and rolling the ball back to Creekpaw. Her bright green eyes flashed with excitment as the moss slowly made its way across the clearing, looking like it would stop any moment. Will it stop? Maybe it will keep going! Leoparedkit though as she kept watching, her fur still sleek and smooth from when she had groomed it.