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Discussion in 'Games, Jokes, and Fun!' started by Cluckcluck1215, Oct 28, 2016.
FlameClaw felt choked with grief. Unable to speak his eyes filled with tears. He had grown to like his feisty apprentice and now she was dead.
Personality:sweet and skittish
Description:gray witch ginger belly and brown eyes
History:born to a rouge her mother and siblings were killed by a badger
Robin shuddered. Cats stared at her from all sides. "Can I join your clan?" She asked. Her tiny vice trembled.
StormFeather (thornclan medicine cat sorry I haven't used her for a while) stepped out of her den. The small,scrawny she cat looked out of place among the well fed warriors.
"NO!!!!"Ravenhearr Shireked in horror.She raced forward toward the Shecat, whom she lived as a mother and licked her,"Lilypool!"she yowled.
Stormpaw groaned, slightly, she didnt move.She was dead.
Squrrielflight raced forward, she yowled a d licked her.
THIS RP IS PAUSED
Personality:Fiesty, Stubbron, funny, kind, smart, like Stormpaw was.She loves healing.
Clan:She doesn't have one.She is a rouge and wants to join DawnClan
Description(NO PHOTO):She is a light gray she cat, much like Stormpaw.
History:Storms mother, Feather, was killed by a Twoleg Monster and she grieves for her.
Mate:She never wants one.
Kits:She loves kits, but she doesn't want any.
Age: 19 moons
Clan: DawnClan now StarClan
Description: pure black Tom with green eyes
History: died in a battle defending his clan
Kits: Thrush whisker, SwallowKit and MintKit
Rank:warrior of StarClan
Username: feather hearts
"well i'm only a kit now, but when i'm big I could be fierce. My mama told me stories about the clan cats. I hate kittypets do you really eat their bones?", Robin asked.
StormFeather ate the rabbit greatfully. She felt a stab of pity for the tiny kit.
FlameClaw let out a moan. Grief overwhelmed him. His first apprentice, his only apprentice had been killed at the claws of some unknown enemy.
GoldenPool pushed and the first tiny kit slipped into the moss. Her belly convulsed again and the second kit slipped out. But something was wrong. Unaterral amounts of blood were pouring everywhere. She let out a scream. Her breathing began to shallow.
ThrushWhisker snapped to his senses. He raced in to the nursery den. "What!?" He shreiked at the ight of his mother.
Honeypaw licked his shoulder,"I know,"she murmured.