☼ғʟᴀʀᴇᴄʟᴀɴ ➼ CLOSED ➼ sᴇᴍɪ-ʟɪᴛ

[xayah]

{{First of all I apologize for all my slowness, partly because I'm extremely lazy and also because I've been overloaded with all sorts of things. I've added all new members to the front and given everyone mentors. If I somehow missed you or made a mistake please let me know! For re-caps the patrol is heading out now so they are just outside the camp entrance. They are to head to the North near Death Woods. It will be about noon when they reach their destination. Here the blizzard will happen, but not immediately, the snow will get heavier as they go on. And you should know the rest c: Half goes home and half gets lost.
So far the cats on the patrol are as follows; Vertigofur, Gingerpelt, Tigerfur, Crowsong, Adderfoot, Owlpaw, Dustpaw, Riverpaw.
Lost cats; Gingerpelt, Riverpaw, Vertigofur, Tigerfur.
Returning cats; Owlpaw, Crowsong, Dustpaw, Adderfoot
If I missed any cats just let me know ^^ I believe that is all.
Also, The Proud Lion I ask that you PM me forms before posting in the thread, although I'll let it slip. Thank you!}}

Cɪɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀʀ /\ ᴛᴏᴍ / ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ / 56 / sɪɴɢʟᴇ / ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ; littlepaw / ᴛᴀɢs; open /\
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--Cinderstar gave his deputy a quick nod as they went on their way. With the falling snow and building clouds he only hoped they returned safely. Something about the cold chill in the air gave him an unsettling feeling. Not that is wasn't cold every morning here in Flareclan, though today it seemed different. Their ancestors in Nightclan hadn't visited him in any dreams recently nor had they spoken to Silkrot, to his knowledge. The large tom lifted himself to his paws and trudged through the light snow towards the fresh-kill pile. Only a few mice and birds sat limply in the snow covered hole. He sent silent prayers to Nightclan in hope the patrol would be successful today. {{WB}}

Gɪɴɢᴇʀᴘᴇʟᴛ \/ sʜᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛ // ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ // 34 // sɪɴɢʟᴇ // ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ; dustpaw // ᴛᴀɢs; dustpaw, patrol \/
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--The cream and ginger warrior looked down towards her apprentice. She could see the excitement in his eyes and she smiled. "Of course you can tag along. The more cats on this patrol the more prey we bring back, hopefully." She cast a doubtful glance towards the other warriors in the group but looked back at Dustpaw kindly. She snapped her attention back towards Vertigofur as she signaled the patrol to start moving. "Cold paws wont catch prey," She mewed briskly behind her flicking her ears towards her apprentice. What the deputy said gave her a nervous feeling. Something in the air did seem a little...strange. She had grown used to the bitter cold feeling the air had most days but today it wasn't right. "It's best we don't stray to far from each other I'd say." Gingertail padded on along side her clanmates, a bit of fear pricking her pelt.

Oᴡʟᴘᴀᴡ } sʜᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛ // ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ // 7 // sɪɴɢʟᴇ // ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ; tigerfur // ᴛᴀɢs; tigerfur, patrol {
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--Owlpaw set on in a steady pace behind the deputy and beside her mentor. Her eyes sparked with joy as she bounced through the snow. All this talk about strange feelings and smells didn't faze her. She was too focused on hunting and showing Tigerfur what she was capable of she didn't bother to hear their words. In her moon of apprenticeship she'd been on two patrols, one went down to the lake and the other in the West Snow Bank. Maybe she'd get to explore someplace new in their territory. She knew Flareclan had plenty of territory to support themselves but at the same time there was still so much out there. Owlpaw wanted to be the first to see these new places. The little she-cat put her nose to use and scurried ahead of her mentor, sniffing the air wildly in the hopes she would catch the scent of prey first.

[alienboy]

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[TheCryingWolf]

{ Blackpaw is going on the patrol as well, Civetta ^^ }

[::madlyhazel]

Sparrowheart is open, if Littlepaw doesn't mind the excessive talking of our lovely elder. c:]

[Keriae]

(Civetta, can you please describe Wildstorm as a pale tprbie with white paws and green eyes? She's lilac tabby and pale ginger tabby ^.^ also, she's not a tom xD)

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she-cat;; warrior;; nineteen moons

Wait, what was she doing, sitting around when she had an apprentice to train? Winterpaw, a timid young she-cat, was her apprentice. Even after a moon, Wildstorm was still not used to the fact that she had a younger cat under her care to teach. She herself was so young, and felt nervous at the very thought of asking any of the senior warriors for help. She was barely a warrior herself! Shaking her head at herself, the torbie looked around and spotted Winterpaw not far away, just outside the apprentices' den. Padding over, she greeted the younger cat with a wave of the tail. "How about we do some battle training? That patrol is pretty big; they'll bring back plenty. Besides, I want to work on your speed and stamina for battle. She meowed gently, sitting down and smiling warmly. This would be something she was good at, something easier to teach; just like herself, Winterpaw was slight, small and skinny. Speed and stamina would be their strong points, not brute strength like others. It was also a nice change to train in camp, for the sky was an unwelcoming shade of furious grey clouds. Wildstorm did not envy her clanmates outside of camp.

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

>> Anyone currently open?

[TheCryingWolf]

{ I have Softstep open ^^ }

[xayah]

{{lol Holy crap this is what I get for piling myself with work >.< My bad guys I'll fix everything ^^}}

[alienboy]

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[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

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" Oh hello! I don't see very many cats around here ,
so you can lay in my soft moss lined nest. Don't worry,
I don't have any fleas, I take very nice care of my pelt.
How rude of me! My name is Fox. If you hadn't
noticed by now my flame coloredpelt looks like a fox's
pelt, and i have a large bushy tail like a fox too. Oh stop
shivering,I'm not going to eat you like a fox mouse brain!
I'm only about, let me see here. 5 moons,yes thats it.
My age is five full moons, and yes, i'm a large cat for my age.
Yet it isn't my body that is large, it's my fluffy pelt. Feel it,
it's very thick and soft and makes up most of my size.
Keep your claws sheathed! God what are you , a kittypet?
Thats besides the point, but i must inform you I am a rouge.
Stop looking at me like that! I'm not that evil.
Wait are you a tom? You are? I absolutely hate toms ,
I happen to be a fae. How dare you say I act like a tom! Well
I must admit I'm a little evil. Now let me tell you one thing,you know
how i said i hate toms, your only a kit so I can't hate you.
Kits are precious.Back to me now. Thank you! I know my big
yellow eyes are pretty, I inherit them from my mother. There pure
yellow through and through. No I did not fall into a pile of mud.
My orange pelt is tainted with black on my tail, it goes up
through my back,neck,and onto the top of my head. Your so cute ,
now what are you asking about my whiskers?Yes they are very ,very
long, just like my bushy tail. You could say long tails and whiskers
go hand and hand. Let me tell you about my mother. Her name was Red,
she was a large ginger cat with big beautiful yellow eyes like mine.
My father was bigger than my mother and any cat I knew, he was
the size of a small dog. He looked like a little fox. Now his name was Flame.
I loved my parents so much, but it turned out in the
end they didn't love me as much as I thought. What are you mentioning about those clan
things? Well in my opinion any cat who would join one of those is crazier than a fox
in a fit! But their names are cool, i like the sound of Foxpool. Don't you?
But i'd have to be foxkit, then 'paw.So my rank would be apprentice, and
finally warrior.

"I will describe my shell that no one could break. I am very loyal,
not thinking twice about where my loyalties lie, to no one.
Anyways I don't really like toms at all because toms and faes mate. I
never get close to any cat, or even put forth any effort to try. I shield
my feelings away, and am very cold. I barley talk about herself, or
interact with other cats. Consider yourself lucky I talked to you kittypet.
I always hunt by myself. Some think of me as rude and bitter, not wanting to
talk to cats, snapping when they talk to me. But I am actually scared
I would hurt them, because I can't commit. I live a life of fear.
My real nature is to be gentle; Mild in temperament or behavior; kind or
tender. I have a soothing charm on cats. Yet in the pressure I can
become sharp tongued and use harsh grammar towards others, yet I
really don't mean to be so bitter. There are layers you can peel back
to find the kit in me, the dreamy wide eyed scrap of fur wanting to have
a mate and kits; yet I doesn't want a mate , or do I? You can say she i'm
a dreamer, who dreams of things beyond my reach.You may call me
mischievous. You may use this word to describe me secretive; Inclined to
conceal feelings and intentions or not to disclose information. Only asking
another cat questions and barley skimming over the ones they ask me. Yet
my secretive layer may only come from her mother you could say the way I
was treated as a kit give me a cold personality I holds today. I am kind and
forgiving if you dig deep, no matter how bad you are to me, I will find good in
everything. Even death berries.I wish I could feel this way because it's my true self,
yet I shield it with my outer shell."

"Now my past, where do I start. When I was born to a rouge named Red.
She was a ginger she cat. Her mate was Flame, a large fox like brute.
When my mother was kitting, the smell of blood was very strong, and
a rather large fox came poking around. Spotting the kitting queen in
distress, it tried to kill my mother, but my father stood in the way.
Taking strong and massive swipes at the fox, but that was no use.
The fox took him in it's jaws and ripped his throat out. Yet just as
he died, I was born. I look just like him so my mother thought he was
re born. The fox had been satisfied with the kill and left, not seeking
out any harm to my mother. I had 2 siblings. They were both males
one was ginger just like mom, the other was white and a red color.
After that day my mom started teaching us killing moves, thinking
our dad would come from the dead and kill her because she felt
she was the reason he died. When we were tiny kits she made us
fight each other, and if we didn't fight good enough she would starve
you. She made my brothers kill each other because they knew when
they got older, they needed to win to live. Both of them were frail,
so the fatal injuries they sustained killed them. Then there was just
me. My mother started fighting me herself, some nights I was almost
killed in her mock fights. So a few weeks back I had the final decision,
kill my mother, or die myself. The next morning during our fight, my
mother left her soft belly exposed, seeing my chance I tore her under
side to shreds. I was horrified by what I did, my mother lay on the
ground bleeding out,her last words were 'I'm so so sorry my sweet
child, always remember me as a good mother" This didn't touch my
heart though. Even I was surprised I left her body there not even
bothering to burry it. From then on i lead my life like nothing ever
happened. Yet when a loner found her body, they blamed for her death
and drove me from that little forest. I fled here. My new home"

"Love? Are you asking about that sorry excuse of an emotion? Love
Is a waste of time and blocks up all the rest of your judgement,
and if you feel in love you didn't have that great of judgement
to begin with. I know love is the only reason i'm here right now
but my mother could never love. She was a sorry excuse of a cat.
I feel so bad for my father, If I knew him I would rip his ears off
and ask, " Did you look at what you feel in love with?" Apparently
not would be the answer. Love is a waste of time. Now thats my
life little kit, satisfied?"

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~Forum by; L0v3 I$ Rar3
~Pictures go to there owners.
~For my use only
~ My favorite color is orange.