~LakeClan~ OPEN & ACCEPTING

[t i t a n i u m]

Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw sits down returning to her conversation with Cloudpaw."Where I was born we had a lake in the center of the territory and three small streams ran down to it.It had so much prey and fish that there was more than enough for one clan,but................well never mind."she says smiling.

[storm coming.]

Cloudpaw looks questionably at Ravenpaw. "What happened?" he asked curiously. It was none of his buisness, but he wanted to know. "Where were you born?" Cloudpaw asks.

[t i t a n i u m]

Ravenpaw

"I was born far across the mountains, in a clan called High Clan." she said trying not to reveal much, " Hard times came and things happened that made me leave."

[storm coming.]

Cloudpaw bites his bottom lip. "Oh. I'm sorry..." he apoligized, feeling deep sympathy for Ravenpaw.

[ViiciousVee]

Silverpaw--
She padded away quietly hoping no one had heard her exit the camp, but no one would notice. Silverpaw crouched down to listen to the prey and focus. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the prey tentatively. She focused her attention on a mouse, she began stalking the prey silently but completely focused. As I went to pounce, I heard a twig snap behind me. My heart began beating as I turned to face my fate.

[t i t a n i u m]

Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw smiled,"Im finally learning to accept it."she said.

[storm coming.]

Cloudpaw nodded. "That's good." he purred. "Tell me about your mother." he smiled.

[t i t a n i u m]

Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw nods happy to share her tale,"My mother's name was Fallenpetal.She was a calico cat.She was always there for me and my sister.When we were apprentices she made us tell her everything that happened that day,then if we had a problem she would help us with it.She really brought the clan together.She was always helping everyone.She couldn't hunt because she had broken her hip when she was a kit and it didn't heal right,so she helped the medicine cat and the elders and kept the kits entertained." Ravenpaw says,thinking back to her childhood.

[ViiciousVee]

((omgosh it's so long.. I'm sorry. Nothing's happened for hours with my charries so I wanted to have a little fun with it.)


//Silverpaw\\
My head was beginning to throb, Silverpaw laid eyes on a Fox. The fox was about the same age as her, She raised her back with fear hoping to scar the little fox away. Her eyes didn't leave the foxes. Maybe just maybe she'd be able to either take it down or chase it out of territory. But she had barely any strength.. She hadn't been feeling that great the last few days.

The fox began to walk towards her and pounced, she had been pinned. She raised her legs to it's stomuch and began taking the fur and skin of the foxes underbelly. The fox yowled in pain making silverpaw quirm anxiously. The fox bit down and locked his jaws around her shoulder. She began to yowling in sheer terror and pain, she began to feel her warm blood slither down her name like a loose adder. She began trying to buck the fox off, finally she kicked the fox hard enough to make him lose his balance. She began raking at the foxes face as hard as she could with her claws. The fox didn't like this one bit. Silverpaw quickly bit into his ear making him quiver. The fox began clawing at her shoulder once more making her yowl. This time it was louder than before. Pain had awaken her body.. She felt like a wildfire was burning her alive. The fox stood up and began to back away, she tried to stand best she could. The growl that arose from her tummy had seemed to frighten the fox, as it began to run off into the pitch Black Forest that surrounded them both. She began padding towards the camp but she was too far. Her leg and shoulder wouldn't continue. She had hoped for someone to realize the yowls or even her disappearance. Her body started to tremble violently. Her meows became mews like a Tiny kitten.. Hope. Hope was the last thing she had left.

[storm coming.]

Ɔℓσʋ∂ραω || Ƭσм || Δρρяɛитιcɛ || Ƭαɢɢɛ∂- Яαʌɛиραω

˩ιғɛ ιƨи'т αвσʋт ωαιтιиɢ ғσя тнɛ ƨтσям тσ ραƨƨ, ιт'ƨ αвσʋт ℓɛαяиιиɢ нσω тσ ∂αиcɛ ιи тнɛ яαιи.

He smiled. "It sounds like your mother was a very wise cat." he pointed out, although Ravenpaw probably already knew. "My mother was a young she-cat named Sparrowsong. I only got to see her for about a moon, so I don't really remember her too well. She looked more like Shadowpaw than she did me and she had the most soothing voice. It was beauiful." he purred, remembering the depressing day when his mother and father both died from a terrible and miserable bout of green cough. Why couldn't it of happened to me? he pondered the thought, a bit angry at himself. Shadowpaw was the only kin in the Clan that he had left.