DuskClan | Closed

[Dinolil1]

Graypaw- " Hey thornstep. I'm ready" he mewed smiling although hunger was gnawing at his belly...the gray tom eyed the prey pile with a long wanting...suddenly his eyes met on poppypaw...she was so pretty...


(Olive, can you add graypaw's crush , poppypaw onto the front page)

[Animals65]

Petalflower nods. "I am sure I am ready." she said. "Im sure this litter will be stronger and healthier now that it isnt leaf-bare anymore."

[trashcan't]

Whiteclaw - Tom - 34 moons - Mate: Petalflower
He nodded and purred louder. "Well, if you're ready I'm ready too." he said and nuzzled her.

[Animals65]

Petalflower purrs and nods. "Good!" she said, nuzzling him.

[Lanlan]

Name: Honey
Gender: female
Rank: kittypet
Age: 4 moons old
Crush: none
Mate:far too young
Kits: she is one
Personality: Honey is a little timid, yet she is also highly curious. She tries to be kind to all cats, but some she just can't get along with. She occasionally goes over her fence when she happens to get out, and explores, not realizing she is trespassing. She can have a fiery temper when another cat is rude for no reason, but isn't very good at following through with any threats that may come out of her mouth. Once she has warmed up to some-cat, she is very playful and a little louder and more outgoing.
Other: She lives in a house near the clan's territory and was only recently adopted by a couple, so she was separated from her mother.

[melancholia.]

Darkclaw padded away from the fresh-kill pile. He padded to the warriors den and laid down on his moss. He soon fell asleep.

[scorpiongrasses]

Stormpaw just shook her head again at Birchpaw and started to walk away, "I don't want to talk about it." The small feline didn't know the tom very well but she assumed that her fellow apprentice was not about to take 'no' for an answer on the topic.

''I won't stop asking until I get an answer.'' Birchpaw said.''Just tell me and I might just stop bothering you.''

[melancholia.]

Darkclaw woke up. He sat up and padded out of the warriors den. He looked around the camp for someone to talk to but he didn't want to all of a sudden. He padded out of camp to go hunting instead.

[Olivesaurus]

(Sorry for my absense. Replies will be slow. Reposts?)

[melancholia.]

Darkclaw loved to hunt prey after all, so he padded a few fox lengths away from camp. He stopped to scent prey. He saw a fat mouse nibbling on some seeds. Darkclaw crouched and soon pounced onto the mouse. He held the mouse in his jaws and padded back to camp. He arrived at camp and dropped the mouse in the fresh-kill pile.