WolfClan | Fierce, Brave, Loyal | New & Accepting

[momo0]

(Skypaw walked into her den around page 17 I think)

[coleyoley]

Rockpaw
RockPaw nodded, "should I lead the way?" He asked, his eyes on his mentor and flicking to the entrance to the camp.



Skypaw
SkyPaw yawned and opened her eyes, seeing the practically empty apprentices den.
mousedoung! she thought. i have to stop sleeping in!
Skypaw shook the moss off her pelt and bounded quickly out of the den.
When she stepped out of the den, icy pain rushed through her.
She looked at her pad and she had stepped on a long thorn and it dug into her skin.
Skypaw limped torward the medicine cats den.
"Mistpool," she meowed. "I've gotton a thorn in my pad."

Mistpool shooked her dreamily. ''Oh, sorry, let me put some colt's foot on that. I mean - Catmint. I mean - Marigold!'' she said awwkardly. ''Sorry, I'm a bit.. tired.'' She gently pulled the thorn out of her foot, rubbing some wet moss on it. She applied marigold and wrapped it in cobweb. ''Here. tell me if it's sore.'' she said.

[momo0]

Skypaw
"Thank you Mistpool," she meowed. "It feels much better now."
SkyPaw padded out of the medicine cats den and looked around for the other apprentices.

[coleyoley]

''You're welcome, Skypaw.'' she said, yawning.
She settled the herbs back and took a small nap.

[imaginationmaster]

Name: Briar
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Rouge
History: Briar grew up as a kitty pet in a loving den with her littermates, always hearing tales of the brave and wild cats that lived in the forest. The she-cat was content in her daily life as a kitty pet, but always wondered what it would be like to live free in the forest like the Warriors she heard tales about. One day when her mother took Briar and her littermates into the yard, Briar found that the gate to the garden was open. Soon after she had ventured out of her territory, she was discovered by a Shadowclan apprentice on its first outing. The apprentice seemed content with leaving the young she-cat off with a warning, but the apprentice's mentor felt otherwise. Briar was brutally attacked, was knocked unconcious, and carried off into the heart of the forest, as some kind of cruel lesson. When Briar woke she had no idea where she was or how to get home. Overwhelmed by all the new smells and sights around her, the she-cat was not able to find her way home. Briar has adopted the ways of a Rouge, now disgusted by the very mention of Warriors, and has grown up in the forest.
Personality: Intuitive, strong-willed, ferocious, and unforgiving.
Likes: Underdogs and Independence
Dislikes: Arrogance, Warriors, and Stupidity
Kin: Flower (mother), Sam (brother), and Lily (sister).
Mate: None
Crush: None
Other: Briar still wears the black kitty pet colar that she was given as a kit. Anyone who chastizes her for it, never lives long enough to regret it.

[imaginationmaster]

Name: Briar
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Rouge
History: Briar grew up as a kitty pet in a loving den with her littermates, always hearing tales of the brave and wild cats that lived in the forest. The she-cat was content in her daily life as a kitty pet, but always wondered what it would be like to live free in the forest like the Warriors she heard tales about. One day when her mother took Briar and her littermates into the yard, Briar found that the gate to the garden was open. Soon after she had ventured out of her territory, she was discovered by a Shadowclan apprentice on its first outing. The apprentice seemed content with leaving the young she-cat off with a warning, but the apprentice's mentor felt otherwise. Briar was brutally attacked, was knocked unconcious, and carried off into the heart of the forest, as some kind of cruel lesson. When Briar woke she had no idea where she was or how to get home. Overwhelmed by all the new smells and sights around her, the she-cat was not able to find her way home. Briar has adopted the ways of a Rouge, now disgusted by the very mention of Warriors, and has grown up in the forest.
Personality: Intuitive, strong-willed, ferocious, and unforgiving.
Likes: Underdogs and Independence
Dislikes: Arrogance, Warriors, and Stupidity
Kin: Flower (mother), Sam (brother), and Lily (sister).
Mate: None
Crush: None
Other: Briar still wears the black kitty pet colar that she was given as a kit. Anyone who chastizes her for it, never lives long enough to regret it.

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