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Lavenderkit stared at the mountain. "We should try to ask Starclan, maybe since we aren't so far, we can still ask." She didn't want to admit that she was nervous.
"Or, we could keep going. Unless a weak little kit like you wants to go back because she's scared?" Coldshard thought this was a rather ingenious way of persuading her.
 
"I want to keep going, but if we are wrong more cats would die. I don't want to risk it without asking. Some of us actually care." She realized she had been rather harsh and turned back. She mewed an apology for acting out. "I just think that asking is a good idea."
 
Lavenderkit saw a look of disgust on Thinderwaves face. “Maybe you’re not perfect, but you are pretty smart.”
Coldshard snorted.


(OK GUYS, NOW CLUCKCLUCK IS GONE FOR THE WEEKEND. MAYBE LIKE, LET'S TOTALLY NOT GIVE HER A ZILLION POSTS TO REPLY TO WHEN SHE GETS BACK. :lol:)
 
Name: Pinekit (goes by Pineapple lol)
Age(In Moons): 7 moons apparently
Gender: Male
Rank: Kit
Personality: A lot like Swampkit, but less of a stare at you and make things awkward personality and more of a watch you while you sleep and plot your murder one. He hates your guts and nothing can change that, except he acts friendly to everyone as a ploy of gaining trust. The only reason he likes Swampkit (and Toadkit by association) is because she shares his level of sociopathicness. He's insane, and yet perfectly in his right mind. As much as he is unlike Swampkit, he is also alike with her and so he has his disturbing quirks. One such being the fact that when he is either ignored or unignored, he will rear onto his hind legs, flap his forepaws and legs like an owl. A lot like this, actually
< ̄`ヽ、       / ̄>
 ゝ、  \ /⌒ヽ,ノ  /´
   ゝ、 `( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) /
     >     ,ノ  
     ∠_,,,/´”
And pretty much the only one besides Toadkit who can withstand her stares without feeling awkward.
Clan: SmokeClan
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Description:
cat-3737295_960_720.jpg

(Guess which one's him.) A tabby tom with amber eyes that are seemingly permanently rolling, and it always appear to be at no other cat but you. (Think about that.)
History: He literally fell out of a pine tree onto a SmokeClan warrior as a newborn kit, in an attempt to decapitate him.
Hate/Crush Everyone: Lol yes
Kits: He'd have kits only to give himself a source of food.
Parents: Probably two pine trees, judging by how an hour old kit fell out of a tree and because he goes out into the wood just to have full on conversations with the trees. Only pine trees, though.
Siblings: They didn't really develop like him. Pine needles and tree sap.
Grandparents: Probably four even older pine trees
Other Kin: He feels related to all trees, but pines are what he connects with most.
If I believe your cat is right for the prophecy, would you like to be a part of it?: He's already too important.
Roleplay Example(Read rules first): Pinekit slid out of the nursery that he was obviously too old for, sending his piercing amber gaze around the camp of warriors, or as he saw, instruments of practicing savagery. Seeing nothing that was at all worth his time, except Swampkit, but she was busy with an annoying apprentice. With nowhere else to go, he sought shelter in the forest. Pinekit slithered through the trees, stopping only when he reached two, towering, twin (alliteration lol) pine trees. He started to speak to them, although it was mostly gibberish that he refers to as too intellectual for ordinary cats.
Other: He has a fear of squirrels and mice, along with other natural predators of pine trees and their needles.
Username: vachick15
(Picture is from a free picture website)
 
"Why are you so.....creepy?"Flamepaw growled."No really, I'd like to know."
(Last post, I promise.)
Pinekit returned from his outing into the woods to find Swampkit still being bothered by the apprentice. So, as it was his nature, he trotted up to them and put on a façade of cheerful friendliness, "Because she's a psychopath."
(If he's not accepted, then ignore this.)
 
Name: Pinekit (goes by Pineapple lol)
Age(In Moons): 7 moons apparently
Gender: Male
Rank: Kit
Personality: A lot like Swampkit, but less of a stare at you and make things awkward personality and more of a watch you while you sleep and plot your murder one. He hates your guts and nothing can change that, except he acts friendly to everyone as a ploy of gaining trust. The only reason he likes Swampkit (and Toadkit by association) is because she shares his level of sociopathicness. He's insane, and yet perfectly in his right mind. As much as he is unlike Swampkit, he is also alike with her and so he has his disturbing quirks. One such being the fact that when he is either ignored or unignored, he will rear onto his hind legs, flap his forepaws and legs like an owl. A lot like this, actually
< ̄`ヽ、 / ̄>
ゝ、 \ /⌒ヽ,ノ /´
ゝ、 `( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) /
> ,ノ
∠_,,,/´”
And pretty much the only one besides Toadkit who can withstand her stares without feeling awkward.
Clan: SmokeClan
Mentor/Apprentice: None
Description:
cat-3737295_960_720.jpg

(Guess which one's him.) A tabby tom with amber eyes that are seemingly permanently rolling, and it always appear to be at no other cat but you. (Think about that.)
History: He literally fell out of a pine tree onto a SmokeClan warrior as a newborn kit, in an attempt to decapitate him.
Hate/Crush Everyone: Lol yes
Kits: He'd have kits only to give himself a source of food.
Parents: Probably two pine trees, judging by how an hour old kit fell out of a tree and because he goes out into the wood just to have full on conversations with the trees. Only pine trees, though.
Siblings: They didn't really develop like him. Pine needles and tree sap.
Grandparents: Probably four even older pine trees
Other Kin: He feels related to all trees, but pines are what he connects with most.
If I believe your cat is right for the prophecy, would you like to be a part of it?: He's already too important.
Roleplay Example(Read rules first): Pinekit slid out of the nursery that he was obviously too old for, sending his piercing amber gaze around the camp of warriors, or as he saw, instruments of practicing savagery. Seeing nothing that was at all worth his time, except Swampkit, but she was busy with an annoying apprentice. With nowhere else to go, he sought shelter in the forest. Pinekit slithered through the trees, stopping only when he reached two, towering, twin (alliteration lol) pine trees. He started to speak to them, although it was mostly gibberish that he refers to as too intellectual for ordinary cats.
Other: He has a fear of squirrels and mice, along with other natural predators of pine trees and their needles.
Username: vachick15
(Picture is from a free picture website)
I freaking love this family
 

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