*Running with the Flood* A Warrior Cat RP~Open~

(Name: Smokedapple
Clan: Thunderclan
Strengths: Hunting, speed
Weaknesses: overly trusting, somewhat naiive
Personality: Bouncy, friendly, energetic
Gender: Female
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Mentor: N/A
Apprentice: Open
Mother: (are parents required? can I add them in after reading through the recent threads? Find a litter of kits around the same age? Idk this seems overly complicated
Father: ^
Physical Description:
Long Haired dilute calico. (regular calico, but any black patches are grey. Scratched up ears. Light green eyes.
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(don't mind the color swatches in the corner, they're for something else))
 
(Name: Smokedapple
Clan: Thunderclan
Strengths: Hunting, speed
Weaknesses: overly trusting, somewhat naiive
Personality: Bouncy, friendly, energetic
Gender: Female
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Mentor: N/A
Apprentice: Open
Mother: (are parents required? can I add them in after reading through the recent threads? Find a litter of kits around the same age? Idk this seems overly complicated
Father: ^
Physical Description:
Long Haired dilute calico. (regular calico, but any black patches are grey. Scratched up ears. Light green eyes.
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(don't mind the color swatches in the corner, they're for something else))
(Looks great! Accepted. You don’t have to have parents if you want. Most people don’t really bother with that unless you’re creating a charrie for a new litter)
 
Silverdew walked into the clearing, favoring her injured leg. She tried to hide it. She didn’t want people to think she was weak. She chose a still-warm mouse from the fresh-kill pile and sat down to eat it. “I wonder who Lilyfight will choose as deputy. I might want to be deputy someday...but she wouldn’t choose an injured cat!” She scolded herself again for not fighting better.
 
She nodded in agreement. "I think that's a great choice."
The sun would be going down soon. She’d have to leave. But she still didn’t feel ready.
Silverdew walked into the clearing, favoring her injured leg. She tried to hide it. She didn’t want people to think she was weak. She chose a still-warm mouse from the fresh-kill pile and sat down to eat it. “I wonder who Lilyfight will choose as deputy. I might want to be deputy someday...but she wouldn’t choose an injured cat!” She scolded herself again for not fighting better.
Floodlight, sitting by the fresh-kill pile, eyed her suspiciously. “I think you should let me take a look at that leg,” she commented.
 
Rosesky hissed. She turned towards Nightbird. “This isn’t what we came here to do!“ she spat. “That kit was a wimp. It’ll probably be dead by tomorrow anyways! Why do we have to kill them?” She raced after Blackblood.
Nightbird narrowed her eyes at Rosesky. Her tail lashed behind her. She was too distracted to notice. “Why do you care if it’s gonna die anyway?” She almost spat, but kept her voice enough in check that it turned into a low growl.
 

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