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Post by flamestorm on Jan 4, 2018 8:18:34 GMT -5
Crow: Crow looked at Raven as he disappeared into the bushes, her anxiety slowly fading. She looked around playfully. There was a patch of moss nearby. A brilliant way for her to train her hunting skills. Crow's eyes shone mischievously, as she began stalking the poor moss. She forgot about the hunger and the cold as she played and her thoughts drifted off towards the early morning. Crow hadn't expected him to, but Dusk had agreed to come with her, and they would seach for the Clans' territory downstream on the next morning.
Dusk: He didn't know why he had agreed to go with the black she-cat. Perhaps it was because he was also intrested in the strange groups living downstream. Or perhaps, because the small she-cat reminded him of his sister. The sweet, pure sister he had left behind, a long time ago. The same sister, who now lay buried in the ground. Dusk forced the memories to subside and looked at the little creek, running through the grass and struggling to dodge the trees in the forest. Soon, the water would be too cold for fishing and prey would be even harder to catch. He sighed and stood up. Suddenly, there was strange noise nearby. Dusk stiffened and walked carefully, deeper into the small forest. He found the place from where the noise had came from, after a while. It was an empty clearing, surrounded by birch trees. The tom looked around and found several pawprints. He sniffed them cautiously and found two scents. One of an elderly tom-cat and the other of a large badger. The old tom was clearly being chased. Dusk thought about helping him, but shrugged the thought off. 'Well, it isn't really my problem,'he concluded.
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Post by flamestorm on Jan 3, 2018 12:08:25 GMT -5
Crow:
Crow almost jumped out of her fur from surprise. The old rogue had rarely talked with ohers, so she wasn't expecting him to approach her. "Um...maybe you should say good morning?"She looked up. It was almost afternoon. She glanced at the older cat. His name was...Raven? A sudden thought visited her mind and she blinked. Twice. She had been unrespectfull towards Raven. And he was her elder. Crow barely remembered her mother, but knew clearly all of the lessons she had learned from her. And one of them was to always respect her elders. She gulped, crying and appologizing silently inside her mind.
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 31, 2017 6:37:46 GMT -5
Dusk:
Dusk crept carefully towards his prey, a small young mouse. He shifted his paws, his tail twitching with excitement. The hunt was in his blood and he liked to hunt, for it helped him forget. Slowly he entered a crouch, steadily approaching the mouse. He forced his tail to still, as he didn't want to scare it. Dusk preffered to hunt fish in rivers, but he wasn't picky. He could eat anithing, as food was hard to find and he hadn't eaten in days. His eyes fixed on the mouse, and his senses ignored anything else, but the prey. Suddenly the mouse perked up, cautiously listening for any sound of danger. Dusk stiffened, sensing another cat's presence. Unfortunetly, he didn't have time to react as a black blur shot out of the thickets, quickly killing the mouse, who didn't have time to even blink. Dusk looked up to the other cat and studied her, as she coould be his enemy. The black short-furred she-cat stared at her catch bewildered, as if she hadn't expected to actually catch it. Finally, she realised that he was watching her and started studying him carefully. As he looked closer, he noticed , that her whole pelt was black, except her paws and tail-tip, that were dark-grey. She was a bit smaller than him, but just as thin.
Crow:
She was olverjoyed! Not only had she caugth her own very first prey in moons, but she also met another rogue! She had just started to think, that she had been wrong to choose living alone to joining a group. She was slowly growing tired of the lonelyness. She carefully studyed the tom before her. He had dark brown fur and dark green eyes. He could have been pretty if not for the horrible scars crossing all olver his body, but it wasn't that what caugth her attention. He smelled of fish and mint, his eyes held a promise of freedom. She finally shook off the feeling and dicided to introduce herself, as if it was the most natural thing. "Hi, I'm Crow"she said and her eyes shone brigthly waiting for his answer. "...Dusk" He said finally, his eyes narrowing with suspision. Crow sighed and suggested to share the mouse and he quietly agreed. Her eyes brightened at a sudden thought. She could maybe even persuade him to join the Clans downriver, together with her! She had heard rumors about them and joining them would be great, as she wanted to meet them and she didn't want to leave the tom alone even if he was a stranger.
(...sorry for asking, but am I allowed to write something that long, by the way?)
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 24, 2017 14:21:47 GMT -5
Fallingash
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 24, 2017 14:20:51 GMT -5
Mistyheart
Sootpaw
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 24, 2017 4:47:53 GMT -5
burn
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 23, 2017 10:22:38 GMT -5
Smokesplash
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 23, 2017 10:15:59 GMT -5
Flamebird
Ripplepaw
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 23, 2017 9:22:25 GMT -5
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 23, 2017 9:21:48 GMT -5
Infernodream
Wildpaw
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Hello!
Dec 23, 2017 9:20:55 GMT -5
Post by flamestorm on Dec 23, 2017 9:20:55 GMT -5
Welcome!
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 23, 2017 9:15:32 GMT -5
Username (not screen name): Flame Name: Dusk Gender: Tom Clan: Rogue Rank: Age: 8 moons Personality: Calm, itelligent and mature. He's a good hunter and swimmer. Doesn't like to talk with other cats and hates climbing and fighting. He usually keeps his distance from others and avoids telling anyone about his past and how he got his scars. He loves water and fishing, but hates fighting with other cats for food or shеlter. Other cats sometimes see him as cold-hearted or arrogant, but he just doesn't want to get close to anyone. Appearance: Small dark brown tom with slick fur and gaunt body. He has dark-green eyes and scars all olver his left flank, front legs, right hind leg and back. Wants a Mate?: He hasn't thought about it. Other: He's limping slightly with his left front leg, but it doesn't hinder his hunting. Password: thenewclans
Username (not screen name): Flame Name: Crow Gender: she-cat Clan: Rogue Rank: Age: 7 moons Personality: Kind and friendly towards other cats but fierce when threatened. She isn't good at hunting nor fighting, but she'll fight if she has to, when something or someone she loves is in danger. She's adventurous and a bad climber, but one of her gratest flaws is her fear of rabbits. Appearance: Small, gaunt she-cat with short fur and long tail. She has dark gray paws and tail-tip. There's a small scar behind her left ear. Her eyes are amber. Wants a Mate?: Yes. Other: She dreams of living in one place with other cats, or even having a home and family. Password: thenewclans
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 23, 2017 8:06:22 GMT -5
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Post by flamestorm on Dec 23, 2017 8:05:57 GMT -5
Starlingflight
Ravenpaw
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Post by flamestorm on Nov 9, 2017 9:44:41 GMT -5
Owlfur
Sharppaw
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