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[derision]

Hopesplash relaxed," Okay... Be right back." She bounded into camp, seeing Smokepaw. "Get Goldenstar! Its a emergency, on the border." She bounded back without a yes or no.

[totally tyrannical.]

Smokepaw snapped his head up, grumbling angrily. Why couldn't he sleep? He stalked to where Gingerstar was. "Hopesplash wants you at the border." Because she was too lazy to tell you herself. He added in his head but kept that to himself, because he knew it was rude and would get him in trouble. He slipped back in the den and curled back up, irritably wondering why it was so important to interrupt his sleep.

[SkulCandy9]

Sunkit mewed, "Oh cool!" His ears perked in wonder as he heard the warrior mutter it. The kit became confused as he did not know what that meant.
Cinderfrost stealthily stalked towards the direction of the scent of the two loners, not caring if the rest of the patrol followed. Crouching low, she leaped out into the open, puffing out her fur, hissing while arching her back. "What are you doing in CrashingClan territory!?" The she-cat spat.

Leafkit:
I sighed. My sea blue eyes looked at Sunkit. "Don't worry about Flamefang. He's just...grumpy." I stood up and stretched out my muscles.

[sylveonite]

Goldenstar nodded, following Hopesplash to the borders.

[derision]

Hopesplash led her to the rouges. "They'd like to... Join." She pointed her nose at them, eyes friendly now.

[sylveonite]

{ Who plays the rouges. xD }

Goldenstar glared. "Not just like that though."

[~The Midnight Howl~]

~Flarepaw~
Flarepaw nodded happily and stood up with his mentor and walked towards the entrance of the camp. He waited patiently for Flamefang and he exited the camp with his tail straight up in the air with excitement.

[-Bacon]

{ Bacon, its Lostpaw not Deathpaw. c: Accepted. }

{ Woops! Sorry! I'm so used to Ashenfall mentoring a cat by that name! xD }

[sylveonite]

{ Ok. }

[-Bacon]

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{ Rank: Elder { Crush: None { Kin: Unknown { Theme Song: Steer/King of Anything { Location: The Elders' Den

The pretty fluffy white she-cat stretched out leisurely in the soft moss. The warmth of the rising sun crept through the roots of the tree that she resigned in, making the cream tips of her of fur burn like flame. A small smile crept upon her maw, curving her rubbery lips. Slowly, Silentwish blinked upon her aqua blue oculars to take in the sight of the branches swaying in the wind. As she raised her head, she pricked her ears, listening to the songs of early birds in the distance. Her mouth watered at the scent of rabbit that was only fox-lengths away from her den. Sight, sound, and scent. Three of her most favorite, and valued belongings. No one tended to view these gifts with as much admiration as she did, since everyone else seemed to take them for granted. But Silentwish was mute. She had always been that way, never crying as a kit, or wailing in pain. She had lived without the ability of voicing an opinion, or the right to make a decision her whole life. When Silentwish had reached her sixth moon, she had been denied the right to become an apprentice. Since she was mute, her Clan leader at the time, and most of her Clan, had come to the conclusion that she was also dumb (unable to think, or hear, or feel...) It had taken her a long time to agree with the idea of being an elder, though without a choice, that was what she remained. She was now fifteen moons, the age of an elder apprentice. Not one day went by when she wondered whether she would've had her final test yet, or if she had been able to perfect certain moves. But Silentwish didn't allow the words of her past leader to haunt her, and was still determined to become an apprentice, to learn, to serve her Clan, to be called something other than 'useless'...

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{ Rank: Medicine Cat { Apprentice: Lostpaw { Crush: N/A { Kin: Unknown { Theme Song: The Thought of You/Numb/Hurt { Location: Under a bush

One silver paw shot out from under a bush, ridding of a leaf clutched between its claws before retrieving another, and pulling it close to its body. Another paw, as white as snow was soon to join in, matching the first's lightning speed. Ashenfall sorted through what ever herbs remained of his stock, placing the freshest of the store in one pile, and those that he could no longer use in another. Two deep amber eyes darted swiftly between each leaf as he swatted at them as if he were hunting prey. The brambles of the bush that he was crouching under dug into his fur, but he didn't mind it's thorns, the sharp spike hurt no more than any other experience he had ever been through. The tom cat wore a stern expression as he finished his job, constantly glaring at the herbs. He had never wanted to be a medicine cat, but this was just the way that things had turned out, and he had to deal with it. Slowly, he slithered out from under the brambles and arched his white and silver pelt in stretch, flexing his claws before sheathing them once again. With a brief swipe of his tail he pushed the herb piles beneath the push that he was laying under, and sauntered slowly out into an opening at the sound of soft mews. The Clan was beginning to awake, putting whatever duties they had to do into action. Quickly he glanced around the clearing in search of Lostpaw, his gaze skipping between each slender, cream cat until he spotted him. Ashenfall flicked his tail from one side to the other as if ridding himself of a fly before he approached the young cat. He starred down at him, his expression and tone as stern as always. "We must collect more Chervil," He announced, glancing around at the Clan. He had only just reached his ninth moon, and knew next to nothing about the herbs, since Ashenfall never wanted an apprentice in the first place. If I had've chosen my own apprentice, He though, I would've chosen a cat fit to be a warrior. Not one that wants to learn about herbs.. He knew that the young tom was blind, but he felt no sympathy for the tom. He had grown to numb from experience, to feel anything anymore. With a small thud, he sat down on his haunches, not bothering to curl his tail neatly around his paws like the other cats did.