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[totally tyrannical.]

With a smirk he returned to his paws, a triumphant glow to the tom's eyes.

[sylveonite]

Goldenstar glared at the tom. The turened her attion away. "You will be tested on you're hunting skills and what you catch.
She ordered.

[totally tyrannical.]

"Yeah, yeah, kitty. See ya later." Without a reply the tom padded straight into the forest, his ears swiveling as he detected right off the bat some scurrying on the ground. The tom gave a whiff. Mouse. Icelash dropped into a hunting couch and as quietly as he could he moved towards the creatures and pounced on it, killing it. He was surprisingly lucky. He buried it for later and looked deeper into the forest.

[sylveonite]

Golden star growled at him.

[~The Midnight Howl~]

Flamefang gripped his claws in the ground to steady his balance and looked at Flarepaw. "Not bad.."He mumbled.

Flarepaw an at Flamefang and tried to leap onto his back

Spiritpaw looked at Volekit, and grinned, "Tag!" she called trotting off

[-Bacon]

{ Recap please...? D: And, are there any cats open..? }

[sylveonite]

{ Im all open. Goldenstar just finshed seeing Icelash's fighting skills. }

[-Bacon]

{ Ok, thanks! c: }

❀ ƒ є α т н є я η σ ѕ є ❀

she-cat ; taciturn ; warrior ; none; single ; in the mourning

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And it takes all my strength not to dig you up
From the ground in which you lay
The biggest part of me
You were the greatest thing
And now you're just a memory
To let go of.

One cautious, tabby paw crept from the warriors' den before the other. Soon enough, the slender she-cat stood in the entrance, the sun shining down from the tree tops, its harsh rays piercing her eyes. Quickly she blinked to relieve herself from its stinging pain. As soon as Feathernose had adjusted to the light, she padded through the clearing and past Spiritpaw and Volekit, the very cats who had awoken her from her slumber. She showed no sign of hostility, since she was never one to hold a grudge, but instead hurried past them, rushing toward the entrance, and out past the barrier. Taking a deep breath, she slowed her pace, enjoying the lack of cats out among the trees, and the soft leaves under paw.

❋ α ѕ н є η ƒ α ℓ ℓ ❋

tom ; callous ; medicine cat ; lostpaw; n/a ; world spins madly on - numb - hurt - unwell

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Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?
There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back

"Near the base of larger trees," He told the tom, hauling himself back up onto his paws once again. "It is a rather large shrub," He explain to the younger tom, pushing one of the old leaves to the blind tom's paw. "This is not as soft as the fresh leaf since it is almost dead," He told him, waiting for him to pick it up, and feel the creases of the leaf, "But the shape and size is still the same. The odor should be, too."

❁ ѕ ι ℓ є η т ω ι ѕ н ❁

she-cat ; misconstrue ; elder ; single ; king of anything - steer

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All my life I've tried
To make everybody happy while I just hurt and hide
Waiting for someone to tell me it's my turn
To decide

The pretty fluffy white she-cat stretched out leisurely in the soft moss. The warmth of the rising sun crept through the twisted 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 open 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 come to terms with the idea of becoming 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 would have 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'...
The gentle feline hauled herself upon onto her fluffy white paws and arched her back in stretch. She squeezed shut her vibrant gaze, and flicked the tip of her tail as she finished. Carefully placing one paw in front of the other, she padded from the den. Stopping briefly to gaze around the camp, Silentwish took in the cluster of faces and pelts, guessing each cat's routine for the day. Once her gaze landed on her leader, Ravenstar, she padded slowly over to the she-cat. She dipped her head respectfully to the young black and white leader before taking a seat a mouse length beside her, formally wrapping her tail around her front paws. She sat silently with the leader, gazing out over the rest of the Clan.

❃ ¢ α я ∂ ι η α ℓ к ι т ❃

tom ; rambunctious ; kit ; too young ; who you are

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Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing
It's okay not to be okay
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart
Tears don't mean you're losing
Everybody's bruising
Just be true to who you are

"Not like that!" The boisterous kit squeaked, hopping over to his brother, skidding to a halt, and plucking the small mouse from between his paws. He placed the limp brown figure in front of him, and scuttled backwards. Cardinalkit was a tiny, fluffy, orange a white kit, that looked more like an oddly shaped cloud than a cat. The amount of fluff on his pelt hid his actual size, making it impossible to tell from his figure if he'd be a fine warrior or not. He crouched, sticking his fluffy orange butt in the air, and tiny tail (about the size of a mouse's) straight up in the air like a stick poking from the ground. "Like this!" He chirped, bounding forward, and tumbling over the prey. "Aha!" He exclaimed triumphantly, hooking the mouse up in the air with a claw. "I got it!"

✺ м α ℓ є σ к ι т ✺

tom ; resourceful ; kit ; too young ; hands held high

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My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back he hand wrote a quote inside
"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"

Maleokit rolled his eyes at his brother, padding over to him and cuffing him over the ears with one front paw, and stealing the mouse with the other. "Of course you caught it mouse-brain, it's all ready dead!" He placed the mouse back on the ground, and padded a tail length away from it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, imagining his surroundings. He could see the the leaves in the trees rustling over head, and low lying coverage sway in the wind. He parted his maw to taste the air, and smelt the mouse ahead of him. Carefully, he crouched, making sure that his tail didn't stick up, and that it didn't lay on the ground. He took a small, silent step forward, his eyes remaining closed. He pictured the mouse nibbling on a nut as he emerged from the under growth, silently creeping towards it. Once he was close enough, he sprung forward, paws outstretched and eyes opening just in time to see himself landing on the mouse and scooping it up. He gently nipped at it's neck to kill it, and sat up straight, his eyes shining with pride. He had performed a perfect hunter's crouch, and he knew it. I can't wait to be an apprentice!

❁ I o r a k i t ❁

she-cat ; individualistic ; kit ; too young ; on my own

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On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone
I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me

The slender tortoise-shell kit ignored her brother's success, and raised herself up onto her paws, padding toward the two. She had given them a mouse to share, and now all they were doing was playing with it. "You know better than that!" Iorakit hissed at her two brothers, plucking it from beneath Maleokit. "You're wasting prey that Star Clan was kind enough to share with us! Don't play with it, eat it!" Annoyed, she sat on her haunches, trying to brush the dirt from the carcass with her paws, gently rolling it over and brushing the other side. When her mother had passed away, and not having known their father, Iorakit decided that it was her responsibility to care for her brothers. She had learnt from the lessons the queens taught their own kits, and then, taught her own. That's what they were really, her kits, not her siblings. She had stopped playing moons ago, since she deemed that there was no time for it. This was her life now, caring for her brothers. They would need her for as long as they lived, she knew that, and she was prepared to be there for them no matter what. Gently, she picked the limp body up between her teeth and placed it between the two. Cardinalkit slumped toward it guiltily and took a small bite, soon to be followed by Maleokit.

[()Snake Eyes()]

name;; Castiel.
nickname;; Cas, Cassy.
gender;; Male.
age;; 41 moons old.
personality;; Castiel has a dry, 'this is not effecting me' personality. He is quite a brave fighter in battle. He is sarcastic and sometimes a bit of a wise guy.
history;; He does not like talking about it.
description;; He is a black and white tom with deep blue eyes. He is slender with long legs and a long tail.
parents;; Pineclaw{father:dead}, Lilymoon{mother:dead}.
siblings;; Flamepaw{brother:dead}, Whiteflower{sister:dead}, Tigerfur{brother:location un-known}
other kin;; No others known.
kits;; Midnight{son: location unknown}.
crush;; None yet.
mate;; Brightail{mate:dead}
other;; He is a loner. He belongs to no clan because of what happened to his own.

[sylveonite]

{ I need a real picture. }

Twlightkit sat down. He watched as the other kits played together. He leaned forwards, trying to see what they where playing. Shurgging, he fell back and sighed softly.

Lostpaw nodded. "Okay." The blind tom meowed, sniffing at it.