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[a s h e s.]

Volepaw could patrol with her, maybe hunting? You want to post first or shall I?

[park.]

if all of bouder's cats are open then all of mine are now too

[cosmogyrale]

i'll post first if you'd like. newt, do any of your cats want to join our patrol/hunt?

[park.]

yeah sure. Could I bring Nightfrost along?
want to bring some action in and make this
prophecy come true sometime?

[a s h e s.]

Yes, prophecy should finish soon. Yay, patrol time! Cassy, can you post first please?

[cosmogyrale]

hey, sorry about that. my sister turned the wifi off...
if you're still up for it, i'll post now. i am so sorry for constantly disappearing..

[a s h e s.]

It's fine, go ahead and post c:

[Kaishine]

Name: Mossnose.
Feeling: Broken, Prideful.
Place: Medicine cat den.
Crush/Mate: None.

Mossnose sighed deeply, her green eyes on her paw "I know it is not to be ashamed of, but... My pride is broken. I showed that something can hurt me and well, it means I have weakness. And something as small as a thorn," She paused for a moment, taking another deep breath "It just shows I am weaker then most" She lifted her paw at Poppyfrost's command, looking at the swollen part. A small amount of something yellowy/white drips form her paw. Mossnose looked defeated, she had no idea what to do.

Name: Stonepelt.
Feeling: tired.
Place: Warriors den.
Crush/mate: None.

Stonepelt had laid down in his nest, thinking of what trick he had been talking about. Since most of the time, warriors taught their apprentices everything they knew no matter what. He closed his eyes, moving his body in his mind. Making a new move, or at least trying to. He finally had it, but he fell asleep. His dreams soon pushing it out of the way, as to add beautiful fields and colors in. His dream was dull at first, everyone gray or black or white. But then he saw a puddle, it shimmered slightly. He padded to it, placing his paw within the puddle. It came out no longer the dullness of before, but colorful and full of life. He smiled, then started to roll around in the puddle. Making everyone on him colorful. Then he shook, things were splattered with color. He smiled wider, then gray rain started to poor. He hissed as the colors disappeared. one last time did he touch the puddle, as to get his paws wet in color. Then he padded away, leaving behind quickly fading paw prints.

[•Lupa•]

name;; Crookedpaw
age;; 8 moons
gender;; Female

clan;; Dawnclan
rank;; apprentice
mentor/apprentice;; Leader/ Deputy?

crush;; Ebonypaw
mate;; None
other;; None at the moment

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Crookedpaw never had a sensitive or sheltered life. She was born when the sun was high in the sky, beating down and leaving a scorching heat. Her mother and father started as loners, but on this very warm day, they decided to go looking for a water source.. What they didn't know is they were traveling near the clans camp, so they were easily spotted. Like any cats, they were easily startled, and began to run... To there shock and dismay, one of the kits was dropped near some rocks during the chase, and stared in horror as she was smashed by them all. The loners, Stick and Crow, collected the poor bundle of fur, before they realized the runt had already been dead the whole time. Thankfully, they were graciously taken in, and the kit's only injury was to its tail and paw. As time went on, the pup was named Crookedkit because of its tail and paw. Crookedpaw ended up progressing to an apprentice. Her skills can match any warriors.. Both her parents died from white cough, which made Crookedpaw bitter. She has no love, compassion, or empathy anymore.

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Crooked tends to be a rather fierce and ruthless cat. When she hunts she doesn't only take down the prey, she savagely and unnecessarily gets a few extra over kill bites in there. She seems to have anger and a temper. Probably because of under lying issues. For example, she doesn't know how to express her feelings, and because of her some what messed up appearance, shes angry. Honestly, she gets jealous of other females rather quickly, especially when they have something she wants/ has longed for. She likes to be on top in everything, and when another female has something she doesn't, shes envious. Also her empathy sucks, she cant relate to any other thing with a beating heart. When others feel depression or sorrow, she merrily laughs at there weakness and gets on with her own life. Also, when cats are injured, no empathy there either. Instead she scowls the cat and tells them how wrong they were, how it was there fault.

forum by;; Chandler Riggs

[•Lupa•]

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ａｌｏｎｅ． ｎｏｔ ｆｏｒ ｍｕｃｈ ｌｏｎｇｅｒ → → →

↷ ｒｕｎ ａｗａｙｓ． ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ ｆｏｒ ｎｅｖｅｒ

↷↷↷↷Copperwhisker was named for her striking dark ginger
pelt, and her long, prickly, white whiskers. Her loyalty and bravery
have earned her the high rank of warrior, which will one day make
her deputy(hopefully). She is fairly young, only turning a measly
15 moons last full moon when starpelt was shining bright.
Her mother Yellowfang and father Lionheart
have both passed on. Rumors
say they both killed each other after the birth of there kit. They
were rouges and fighting over whether the kit would be clan raised,
or rouge raised. No one actually knows what happened to them, they
(the clan) just found the kit sleeping in it's dead mothers fur. The
way they died(as said above) is as good a guess as anyone's.


↷↷↷↷Her life began as a rouge, in a dingy back alley with trash
bags. Her mother Yellowfang and father Lionheart are said to have
killed each other in a fight about which way the kit would grow up. In
the end neither got to see there fiery kit grow to be one of the
fiercest fighters, and most skilled hunters. The only reason
the clan cats even stumbled upon the kit was because of its
continuous meowing for warm shelter and milk. when they
found the bugged eyed kit, they took the scrawny pile of
bones to the medicine cat right away. Everyone doubted her
and made remarks behind her back. The only time she
was able to prove herself was when a badger came along.
Fighting it off single handed, with major wounds, her bravery
and courage showed her commitment to the clan. Soon after
she was given the rank of warrior.


↷↷↷↷Copperwhisker is a spitfire, a hellion with a fierce temper.
The back alley cats say she gets it from her mother, who always
started fights. She often killed cats for trying to steal her measly
prey,but to her that skinny prey was like gold. Copperwhisker
sometimes falls into patches of depression, sadness
accompanied by feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy. Yet
she always puts on a fake grin, or tries to purr when the
kits scamper around at her paws. She is often happy when
the rays of sun hit her pelt just right, and the prey is out
and about. She often gets bursts of great enthusiasm and
eagerness, only when around other cats though.she hates when
she is alone and isolated, she then has time to reflect on her
life, the suffering or discomforting moments. The great
ones where she can't stop purring. So all and all, she is an
emotion wreck.