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[storm coming.]

|| Now, I guess. ||

Swiftstar
She awoke in her nest, the sunlight seeping through the cracks on the top of the cave. She slowly sat up, exhausted from her restless nights sleep. She kept worrying about what Stormstar was saying to her. " The clan I once ruled, the clan I love, I fear is about to perish..." those words echoed in her mind, over and over again. What could he mean? Is there an evil prophecy StarClan is sending us? Is my clan going to lead to destruction? She wondered. Swiftstar shook her head, trying to focus on what was happening at the moment.

Sandclaw
He blinked open his eyes, adjusting them to the sunlight. It was very sunny outside, he could tell from inside the warriors den. He sat up and began to groom his ruffled sandy colored fur with soft strokes of the tongue. Once he had finished, Sandclaw padded out of the den and into the deserted clearing. He stretched his aching limbs.

[yeeee.]

Snowfire had been up since dawn. Hunting. After tiring himself due to hunting quite crafty prey, he'd fallen fallen asleep. Now it was time to rise once more. Blinking open his turquoise eyes, he was greeted by the bright rays of the morning suns. Standing up, he padded from his den yawning, his pristine pearl pelt slightly ruffled. Seeing warriors milling about, he assumed a hunting patrol would soon be sent out; then he'd go and retrieve his prey. Strolling over to a secluded section of the camp, the oldest warrior began to sharpening his claws. Slowly, methodically scraping them sideways, sharpening them to perfection as he waited for the day's assignments.

Tagged ;; No one [open]

[Stove]

( Are apprentices open? )

[storm coming.]

Swiftstar
Her pelt was somehow perfectly groomed, even though she was tossing and turning practically all night long from her dreams. She needed to talk to Snowfire desperately. Suprisingly, he was the only one she could trust with this. Even though Snowfire had only been in this clan for one moon. She padded out of the den, spotting Snowfire. She padded up to him. " Snowfire," she began. " I need to talk to you. I've been having these dreams..."

Sandclaw
He noticed Snowfire and Swiftstar speaking. Not wanting to eavesdrop, he decided to get some fresh kill to grub on. Sandclaw padded over to the fresh kill pile and chose a juicy looking squirrel.

|| The apprentices are open once we get one more senior warrior. (30 moons +) If you want to make an apprentice, please make a senior warrior. ||

[yeeee.]

Snowfire's ears golden tipped ear perked as he heard his leader padding over. Turning his turquoise gaze on her he stood, offering respective dip of the head. Hearing the restlessness and concern in her voice, he knew something was up even before she spoke of these dreams. A message from Starclan no doubt. Let us speak in your den, more privacy there, the deputy stated, padding in the direction of her den. Shall I organize the patrols when this talk is over, so you may speak to Swanheart?

Tagged ;; Swiftstar

[aether.]

Twistedfoot | 60 moons | tom | elder
Twistedfoot padded out of the elder's den and gazed around at the other cats. He hadn't been an elder long and just couldn't seem to get use to it no matter how much he tried. He sighed quietly and sat down outside the den.

Swanheart | 23 moons | tom | medicine cat
Swanheart hadn't been able to sleep very much and began his day early. He sat in his den and sorted through his pile of herbs, throwing out any dried out ones.

Shadowtail | 20 moons | she-cat | warrior
Shadowtail has just woken up from her sleep. She padded outside the warrior's den.

[charliekitten.]

Firepaw
He awoke in his mossy nest. He sat up in his nest and groomed himself. He got up and padded out into the clearing. Today would be a good day to collect herbs. he thought, feeling the morning warmth on his ginger pelt.

Snowsong
She blinked open her blue eyes. She sat up and padded out of the warriors den.

[deftonesly]

R A V E N F L I G H T

NAME: Ravenflight, but for a nickname you can just call her Rav! Either one is fine with her C:
GENDER: Female
AGE: 26 moons
RANK: Warrior
DESIRED RANK: Deputy
PERSONALITY: Ravenflight/ Rav is known to be extremely sarcastic, social, affectionate, loyal, hard-working, defensive, aggressive, hostile towards her enemies.. and at times snappish and rude and antisocial. She's quick to make friends, is hyper, fiery, and chill. She's a loud and caring she-cat, yet her explosive temper could make any cat gasp. Her long, silky fur expresses her softer side, and her unusually long, black claws for battle define her loyalty.
HISTORY: This kitty grew up in Twolegplace - but she calls it the city - with a band of troublemaking rouges that were always looking to play jokes, steal food, and occasionally harm others, especially Kittypets, whom Ravenflight hates. She had high status in the band of rouges, who were called the Greasers, and was close to being leader before... her sister, a tom named Oxy, was murdered accidentally when one Kittypet took things too far. After his death, Ravenflight - well, at the time she was only called Rav - left the Greasers, abandoning her life in the city, and went looking for the forest cats. She'd heard stories of Stormclan, and had always desired joining the feral, distinguished, much more orderly group of cats.. and when she saw the opportunity to join and forget Oxy's death and her rouge past, she did so. And now, here she is!
KIN: Oxy, her brother (deceased)
ADVANTAGES: Ravenflight's definite advantages are hunting, fighting, and tree-climbing. As she had lived in the city all her life, seeing as her parents had disowned herself and her brother, she had to train herself how to properly hunt, and of course fight. Ravenfeather was forced to fight for her sake and for her brother's sake nearly everyday, so she's extremely skilled and a mighty threat in that department. She's also a tremendously good climber, or tree-leaper, and can hop from tree to tree and run almost as fast as she can climb. This is also the way she attacks, by dropping from the sky and squashing her prey or opponent, so if you ever smell her about, be sure to always look up!
DISADVANTAGES: Rav's main advantage his one and one only: her size. She's abnormally small, and will forever look more like an apprentice than a warrior, but if you want some advice, don't underestimate her.
OTHER: I'll probably add more to the other section as I RP and develop her character, but for now I only have one thing to say: If you wish to RP romantically with Ravenfeather, be advised that she's inexperienced with love, will often say the wrong things, and overall you'll need to be patient with myself/ her, because I like to take love slow.. and so does she! XD
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[Stove]

Name: Rabbitleap.
Age: 38 moons.
Gender: Male.
Rank: Warrior.
Personality: Despite his age and rank, Rabbitleap is the sort of cat who rushes to do anything anyone asks, even if the task is mundane, in an attempt to please this cat. He's clumsy and has the occasional stutter, although his speed ( especially when it comes to hunting rabbits ) is very much precise.
Mate / Crush: n/a
Other:


Name: Heatherpaw.
Age: 10 moons.
Gender: Female.
Rank: Apprentice ( who'll be her mentor? )
Personailty: Heatherpaw is essentially the queen bee of the apprentices. She's pretty, bold and has a talent for the hunt. She likes to know what everyone's doing and wants to be the best at everything. After all, she is perfect. Did I mention her arrogance? Not only this, but Heatherpaw is the type of she-cat that decides she's in love with one tom and then moves onto another in the same week. The chosen tom is often subjected to her constant looks of adoration and boasting.
Mate / Crush: Right now, she's crushing on Snowfire. After all, he is the handsome stranger, even if he is kinda old.

[aether.]

Swanheart | 23 moons | tom | medicine cat
He poked his head outside of his den and gazed around for his apprentice. "Firepaw," he called out, padding out of his den and towards the clearing. "Would you like to come gather herbs with me?"