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Thread Topic: Warrior Clans
Thornfang shrugged and went off to his den. He laid in his nest, curling up. Then... Snowfeather crossed her mind. When they were kits... they had had so much fun together. And she had amaing eyes... she was honestly brave... He sighed. No, they could never be together... unless...
Ravenfur shrugged. "Well, I'll get her. SNOWFEATHER!"
Snowfeather looked up. "We did your nest for you," Crowfoot told her.
Thornfang curled up in his nest. He thought all about the stories his mother had told him - about Raintail. "Raintail once convinced me to stay with him and bare his kits, but I soon learned that I was able to say no. He died straight after I refused his offer." Thornfang thought, 'Is that what's going to happen to me if I ask to become mates with her?'
"Oh, did you?" Snowfeather meowed absentmindedly. "Oh."
Ravenfur huffed angrily. "Would you just pay attention for once!"
"I am paying attention..." Snowfeather mumbled. Crowfoot rolled his eyes, but Ravenfur didn't think it was funny. He turned sharply and stormed into his den.
Thornfang shook his pelt and got up. Her went out of the camp and imagined Raintail - the absent-bee-brained fox-dung of a cat.
"Wow!" Cherryflower exclaimed. "Who made dirt in Ravenfur's fresh kill?"
Snowfeather sighed. When I was a kit, boundaries meant nothing to me. I wish I was as ignorant again...I can't pretend they aren't there, even if I don't want them to be. They are, but I can't see them. They are blocking me, suffocating me...but what can they do to me?
(Here again let me catch upmmm)
Honeypool padded towards the clump of borage that grew beside Featherclan camp. Absentmindedly she nipped a few stems off with her jaws, her nose twitching as it smelled the familiar scent.
She headed towards her den with the borage, turning back to glance at the orderly bustle in the camp. If only I had become a Warrior! She still regretted her choice, and she often wished for the life of a Warrior. Then she pushed the thought away. I am the medicine cat, and the Clan needs me!, She bounded into her den, placing the borage.in their pitifully small pile.
Thornfang sented a mouse. 'Mmm, Sweetflower's favorite!' He thought, going into a hunting crouch. He poucned, killing the creature in a matter of seconds. He helded it up in his jaws and padded back to camp.
As her son padded in, carrying a mouse, Sweetflower bounded to him. As she got there, she nuzzled him. She was never-the-less proud of him, even if he had brought nothing back.
"Well, I'm not staying here to find out. You coming?" Crowfoot turned and bounded out of camp. After a second, Cherryflower followed. Something's up. Something will go away.
Ivystar watched them, wondering. They are good at keeping secrets. Should I really have taught them?
Damn. Now I really want a Warrior as a character. I keep making that wrong choice.)
(Can I have this other character?)
Mentor: Used to be Nettleclaw
Father: Pebblestorm (Dead)
Appearance: Brown tom with darker tabby stripes and green eyes.
Personality: Sometimes rough, though usually gentle
yes, you can)
Name: little river
Mate: none (interested)
Kits: none (interested)
Crush: none/open if anyone interested)
Boyfriend: none (interested)
Appearance: a blue-dark blue mottled she cat with amber eyes, white paws and tail and some feathers+herbs tucked behind ears.
Personality: clever and quick thinking.
*a blue mottled she cat with white paws is fishing with a young silver tabby at a river. She hears something behind her and turns around, a fish in her maw*
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