GhostClan (Always Accepting!) V.1

[consumptivefawn]

Zombiescar

Coughing a bit, the she-cat twitched and padded to where she got her eye ripped and swiped up her eye. For real, she felt very uncomfortable and saddened with a missing eye.
She then followed Echostrike's scent, moving quietly to the camp.

[Ravioli Heichou]

lol pretty gorey stuff xD--

Echostrike
I fell in beside Zombiescar, pressing against her shoulder.

Ghoststar
My tail flicked angrily. "I never did anything to that stupid useless clump of fur! I'd let Echostrike go slaughter him if I went mad!" I snarled furiously, my long canines and gums exposed.

[anathema]

Spiderwhisker finished his thrush, burying the bones beneath the slightly moist soil. He glanced up toward the sky, the thick foliage blocking his view. He watched the group of cats enter the camp, raising a brow. Zombiescar had lost an eye? He nearly snickered. A satisfied smirk outlined his muzzle. Now he had something to laugh about; he couldn’t wait to tell his friends! He had convinced them time and time again that the warrior had gone absolutely mad. Raising to his paws to meet the patrol, he spoke for the first time in what felt like moons. “Hey, Zombiescar, I should start calling you Zombieface now.” A sly grin spread across his muzzle. “It would be a tragedy for you to lose your other eye.” He then raised a paw, unsheathing a single claw and pretending to jab at her, in an attempt to send her into a rage.

[.:Whimsical.Ghosts:.]

(I'm guessing Splotch is open... So yea...)

[consumptivefawn]

(XDDDD)

Zombiescar

Hissing furiously, Zombiescar bit Spiderwhisker's throat angrily then getting off.
"Don't."
She thought it would be outlawish, but didn't care. She snarled and glared at the other cat.
"We should call you Deadspider once I slaughter you if you keep gossiping about me."

(Zander is open)

[anathema]

Spiderwhisker hadn’t even moved. He stood still, albeit the small amount of blood trickling from the small teeth—marks that inflicted his throat area. He unsheathed the rest of his claws, remaining casual. His expression was dull, like it always normally was; his amber eyes reflecting no signs of emotion; no sign of life, seemingly. “I’m not afraid of you,” he retorted calmly. “But perhaps I should take you to Sparrowpool to inspect that empty little socket. If someone were to . . . Well, make the wound deeper . . . You’ll be dead before you know it.” He faked concern for her. “We have to help one another, as Clanmates.” He chuckled slightly before padding off into the shadows, almost disappearing within them.

[consumptivefawn]

Zombiescar

Yelling after him, padding along, she hissed.
"I'll never care about you in any way, or take your advise. I'm not scared of you either."
She darkly padded back.

[.:Whimsical.Ghosts:.]

(Splotch and Zander could talk)

[anathema]

Spiderwhisker made his way deeper into the shadows until the scent markers indicated that he had left camp. Soon, he was in the forest, reaching the familiar clearing where he normally hunted. He was done speaking for the day. He hadn’t the time to waste his time and energy upon that crazy she—cat. The same smirk was still drawn across his muzzle, as he snagged a few leaves from a bush with a claw, sitting down and placing them upon his minor throat wounds. “I bet she’s a traitor, too,” he grumbled beneath his breath.

[cryologic.]

Sparrowpool sighed, before spotting Zombiescar and trotting over to her. "What happened..?" He asked, examining the she-cat from where he stood.