*Shadowclan* accepting~

[paintkid]

(gtg bye)

[Kaitlynizer]

(hey guys what did you think of that paragraph writing wise, just wondering if its book quality or is that out of the question?)

( hmmm.. it was good, but a little wordy. I liked it. )

[.:Jade:.]

[ I hope it's okay I used my own form. <3 ]

•ɑppʀєɴтɪcє ғoʀო
-usєʀɴɑოє:jɑdє
-ɑppʀєɴтɪcє's ɴɑოє: ғʀosтpɑω {ғʀosтɞʟɑʐє}
-ɢєɴdєʀ:тoო-cɑт
-ოooɴs oʟd: 8 ოooɴs
-pєʀsoɴɑʟɪтʏ: ʜє ʜɑs ɑ sʜoʀт тєოpєʀ, ɞuт ʜє cɑɴ sтɪʟʟ ɞє ɑ sωєєтɪє ɑт ʜєɑʀт. ʜє ɪs dєтєʀოɪɴєd тo ғɪɢʜт ғoʀ ʜɪs cʟɑɴ ɑɴd ωɪʟʟ ɴєѵєʀ ɢɪѵє up. ωʜєɴєѵєʀ ʏou ɑʀє ʜɑѵɪɴɢ тʀouɞʟє ωɪтʜ soოєтʜɪɴɢ, ʜє ɪs тʜє cɑт тo ɢo тo
-pɪcтuʀє/dєscʀɪpтɪoɴ: ғʀosтpɑω ʜɑs ɑ ғʟuғғʏ pєʟт тʜɑт ɪs ɑ ɢʀєʏ-ɪsʜ ɞʟuє-ɪsʜ ĸɪɴd oғ coʟoʀ. ʜє ʜɑs dɑʀĸ ɢʀєєɴ єʏєs ɑɴd ωʜɪтє ɞɑcĸ ʟєɢs ɑɴd ғʀoɴт pɑωs.
-ғɑოɪʟʏ (ɪғ ɑɴʏ): sɪsтєʀ-ѵɑpoʀpɑω
-ʜɪsтoʀʏ: ʜє ғєʟʟ ouт oғ ɑ тʀєє, so ʜє ʟosт ɑʟʟ oғ ʜɪs ოєოoʀʏ. ʜє ɑʟso ɴoω ѵɪsɪтs тʜє dɑʀĸ ғoʀєsт ɞєcɑusє ʜє ɞєʟɪєѵєs тʜєʏ ɑʀє ɢood ɞʏ тєɑcʜɪɴɢ ʜɪო ɴєω тʜɪɴɢs.
-cʀusʜ: -


•ɑppʀєɴтɪcє ғoʀო
-usєʀɴɑოє: jɑdє
-ɑppʀєɴтɪcє's ɴɑოє: ѵɑpoʀpɑω {ѵɑpoʀғɑɴɢ}
-ɢєɴdєʀ: sʜє-cɑт
-ოooɴs oʟd: 7 ოooɴs
-pєʀsoɴɑʟɪтʏ: ѵɑpoʀpɑω ɪs usuɑʟʟʏ тʜє sʜʏ cɑт, ɴoт ωɑɴтɪɴɢ тo ɢєт ɪɴтo ғɪɢʜтs oʀ єѵєɴ coɴѵєʀsɑтɪoɴs. sʜє ɪs ѵєʀʏ ʟoʏɑʟ тo ʜєʀ cʟɑɴ, ɑɴd тo єspєcɪɑʟʟʏ ʜєʀ ɞʀoтʜєʀ.
-pɪcтuʀє/dєscʀɪpтɪoɴ: ѵɑpoʀpɑω ɪs ɑ ɞʟɑcĸ sʜє-cɑт ωɪтʜ ɪcʏ-ɞʟuє єʏєs. sʜє ɪs ɑ ʟɪттʟє oɴ тʜє sʜoʀт sɪdє, ɞuт sʜє ʜopєs тʜɑт ωɪʟʟ cʜɑɴɢє oɴє dɑʏ.
-ғɑოɪʟʏ (ɪғ ɑɴʏ): ɞʀoтʜєʀ-ғʀosтpɑω
-ʜɪsтoʀʏ: N/A
-cʀusʜ: -

[watchdog.]

Flamespots sighed. "I think it's stopped bleeding a bit," she said aloud, and then stopped. She was surprised. She knew nobody was out here to talk to, so why was she talking? It felt nice to talk, though. She reached into the log for some more cobwebs and stopped, letting out a screech. "Thatisahugespiderohmystarclan!" she turned and raced back into the forest, panting. She hated spiders. "I think I'll go hunting," she told the ferns. She smiled. She liked talking, even if it was only to a bit of plant. It took her mind off the fact that she was lost, and it was her own fault, too. She tasted the air. Mouse, but also fox. The fur on her neck rose. Not again! She quickly caught the mouse and sniffed the air. It was the same fox. She turned as it stepped into the clearing. She knew she couldn't fight it again. To her surprise, the fox didn't seem to want to fight. It slunk into the clearing and let out a whine.

{breaking this into two posts }

[Kaitlynizer]

( okay )

Orangetail walked around.

(( can he find her now?? ))

[watchdog.]

For the first time, she saw how skinny it was. And young. She felt sympathy curl up in her stomach. She tossed the mouse to the fox. "Oh, fine, take it," she said. The fox grabbed the mouse and ran away. "Idiot." she told herself. "Take care of yourself and stop feeding the foxes." But the pity wouldn't let go of her stomach. She caught herself a different mouse and ate that one.

[watchdog.]

{Oh yeah! sorry xD I forgot about being found. Herp-de-derping about in the woods...Oh yeah. Did I belong to a Clan once?}

[Kaitlynizer]

(( okay I gtg now, finish tomorrow? ))

[watchdog.]

{Ok I've gtg too}

[䏠xote]

ƓƠԼƊЄƝƬӇƦƠƛƬ
She-Cat
43 Moons
Wants to be Deputy
--
Mateless
Without Offspring
Sister to Beetlewhisker
--
Goldenthroat has always
been successful,
striving to do the best
she can in anything. As an
apprentice, she took the
Warrior Code very seriously,
doing her best to follow
every law and every rule set
to guide the Clans. She
values loyalty above all.

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While she is incredibly dependable, Goldenthroat does struggle with seeing things the way StarClan intended. Sometimes she neglects to form bonds with other cats, too enwarped in her duties and unable to see her own need for companionship. While she has never considered getting a mate, her brother often tells her it would be a good idea, but her ambition drives her to dismiss these possibilities and pursue the path that she believes the Clan of Stars has chosen for her. She is eager to see who the next deputy will be, and does desperately want the rank, though she would go to no appalling length to do so. She specializes in speed and is particularly good at hunting rabbits, but hates trees and prefers not to climb unless it is completely necessary.

Ⴆҽҽƚʅҽɯԋιʂƙҽɾ
Tom
43 Moons
Warrior
--
Mateless
Without Offspring
Brother to Goldenthroat
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Beetlewhisker hasn't always
been what he's expected
to be, often much lazier
and much more laid
back than most other
Warriors. He always
manages to get things
done, but really isn't the best
example for most cats, and
therefore has never had
an apprentice.

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While he is kind of a leech to the Clan society, Beetlewhisker often is more jovial than most cats. He loves to tell stories and chase leaves or snowflakes, and adores kits. He has a good sense of humor, and is quite the hunter, though he's a lazy. When he wants to get work done, he does things well, but it's too much to expect him to do everything. He's just, well, not exactly dependable. He values truth, and tries his best to avoid situations where he might get mixed up in things he doesn't want to be involved in. He longs for a mate.

ŚŐŔŔĔĹРÁŴ
Tom
11 Moons
Apprentice
--
Mateless
Without Offspring
No Kin of Notice
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Sorrelpaw is quiet,
typically saying nothing and keeping
to himself. He hates company,
and really doesn't usually like
other cats much. He likes to
work alone and is know for
being particularly vicious in
fights.

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Any cat who knows Sorrelpaw knows to stay away. Even though he's quiet, and looks small due to hunching over, he's vicious, and somewhat of a bully. He was orphaned at a young age, his father, mother and two siblings disappearing in the forest one night during a hunt. They simply never came back. Rumors float around that is was none other than Sorrelpaw who killed them, but most cats know better. He's a small apprentice, after all. This fact aside, some cats are still wary of him, frightened by the prospect of his being to rough, to angry.