*~~Whispers of Nature ~~ A Warriors-Based Roleplay~~* Closed!

Name: Flame Burning Through Blackest Obsidian
Nickname: Flame
Gender: Male
Rank: Kit
Age: 5 moons
Mate/Crush: none
Mother: dead white she-cat found dying by Midnight; name: unknown
Father: unknown
Kits: he is one
Mentor(past or present): none yet
Apprentice(past or present): none
Personality: eager, doesn’t understand how Midnight couldn’t truly be his real mom, strong-willed, bold, outspoken, curious, and a brave little kit. (Being a kit his personality has still to be fully shaped)
Physical Description: thick furred solid dark, red ginger tom; medium brown eyes with hints of light amber gold.
Other-adopted/rescued kit of Midnight, and adopted brother of Amber

(I just copied and pasted it)

(She is Flame now)
(There already is a Flame... what about Burn? Coal? Flare?)
 
Blaze padded through the camp, watching the cats bickering over whether to hunt in the twolegplace. It didn't make any difference to her.

Clay angrily clawed at the ground. Tribe Law says not to trust twolegs! We can't hunt right outside their dens!

Frosty crouched, wiggled his rump, and pounced, missing the leaf he was trying to catch and landing on his face.

Eagle, meanwhile, returned to camp with no prey. He hadn't had any luck hunting, and it hasn't helped that Lichen was boasting about his stealth the whole time. But, Eagle didn't hold grudges, due to his easygoing nature.

Cas sat on a tree branch, eating a skinny mouse. He felt hunger gnawing at him, and you could see how it had effected him. His normally glossy pelt was thin and his shoulders stood out sharply. Avoiding both the territory of the tribe and the rogue group had made him resort to crowfood.
 
Start a conversation then

Blaze padded through the camp, watching the cats bickering over whether to hunt in the twolegplace. It didn't make any difference to her.

Clay angrily clawed at the ground. Tribe Law says not to trust twolegs! We can't hunt right outside their dens!

Frosty crouched, wiggled his rump, and pounced, missing the leaf he was trying to catch and landing on his face.

Eagle, meanwhile, returned to camp with no prey. He hadn't had any luck hunting, and it hasn't helped that Lichen was boasting about his stealth the whole time. But, Eagle didn't hold grudges, due to his easygoing nature.

Cas sat on a tree branch, eating a skinny mouse. He felt hunger gnawing at him, and you could see how it had effected him. His normally glossy pelt was thin and his shoulders stood out sharply. Avoiding both the territory of the tribe and the rogue group had made him resort to crowfood.
(Sorry, I couldn't choose which cat to use. XD)
 

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