DarkClan|| Fighters of Light|| Open to join!

Spottedstar || Leader || 120 Moons (10 years) || Dark brown spotted tabby with grey markings under her eyes and grey streaks through her fur. || She is quite old and on her second to last life- this has made her a bit over-aggressive. ||

Snakepounce || Warrior || 19 Moons || Chocolate and grey tortoiseshell || His upper two canines go over his bottom lip and sit there like fangs. His eyes are a bright yellow and are always half-lidded while he also has a short tail. ||

((If you don't want Spottedstar to be leader, just add her as a warrior named Spottedfox. Also, Snakepounce can mentor an apprentice if needed))

((Okee-dokie))

((Hey! Sorry for the late reply, I ended up getting sick yesterday. Spottedstar is an old she-cat, so I think that it would be best if Firefur was her son ^^ I can make another she-cat to be his mate if you'd like.))
Spottedstar looked at her son for a long moment as if taking the time to comprehend his sentence. "Er, yes." She mewed, turning her head away once she answered. She hadn't been very involved with the Clan lately, usually staying in her den curled up in her nest with her eyes glued to the floor. She wasn't eating quite right and som cats just assumed she was soon going to head to StarClan, though others believed that StarClan had said something that utterly disturbed their leader.

Snakepounce chuckled while looking at his apprentice, as if amused by her behaviour. "I'm sure you'd have a fun time with that, my tail may be just a bit too short to tear off." The tom wiggled the stub where his tail used to be just to tease Sparkpaw, that being one of his favourite things to do. He was known to be quite the mischievous cat and had been that way since he was two moons old, which was the first time he got himself into trouble. By trouble, I mean he sneaked out of camp and ended up getting his tail bit off by a fox and if the warriors hadn't come in time his ears would have followed. "Come on, Sparkpaw, pounce at me." The large, muscled, yet lithe tom spoke in a taunting voice while lowering himself to the ground, looking smug.
((I used to love that movie))

Snakepounce was glad his apprentice was improving but she definitely wasn't trained enough to expect what she hadn't been taught. When she ducked away from his paws and toward his side he went limp, his full body weight falling directly on top of Sparkpaw and pinning her underneath him. He let out a purr in satisfaction at his victory before pulling himself up, not wanting to suffocate the smaller she-cat. "You have to learn to expect anything." He told her, though in reality had done that just so he could feel content in a win. It'd been a long time since his last real fight and was attempting to keep his training in check, so while he was training Sparkpaw, he was also training himself in some ways.

((I made two more cats, if that's alright))

((Actually, it all depends on the leaders choice! It's when the cat has proved him/herself to earn the title of a warrior. Sandpaw is actually still in training only because Spottedstar is a little, er, distant, and hasn't been updated with the Clan for a few moons. The last naming ceremony was probably Snakepounce's.))

"If it's me you're fighting, then yes." Snakepounce shot back, sitting and rasping his tongue over his paw before bringing it over his face, giving it a wash. "Now, would you like to go back to camp or start hunting? I'm sure Sandpaw and Sootfleck are getting a little impatient." He gestured with a paw over to the pair waiting for them to be done- they'd all been training together but Snakepounce and Sparkpaw had taken a bit longer than planned.

Sootfleck lifted her head at the sound of her name before standing up and stretching for a minute, understanding that they were soon to head off now. "Get up, Sandpaw." She nudged her apprentice gently, whiskers twitching in amusement as he opened his eyes, clearly having been asleep.
Sandpaw gave a large yawn and shook out his pelt before glancing over at the other two. "Are we leaving now?" He inquired, flicking an ear impatiently. He'd just had a very good dream about eating the best rabbit he'd ever tasted so his mood wasn't exactly going to be the best one.

((Sure))

Snakepounce padded after his apprentice and shook his head, looking at Sootfleck apologetically. "Sorry we took so long. She's just a little ball of energy." His eyes turned to Sandpaw and he purred, admiring how the other had grown. "A moon or two and you'll be as big as I am." He meowed, nudging the tom, though only getting a distasteful snort in return.
Sandpaw moved to follow Sparkpaw at a casual trot, his tail swinging low to the ground while his head was held up, making it clear that he was searching for prey. "I'm starving.." He muttered, his stomach following with a growl, as if on cue.

Sandpaw snorted when she walked past and padded in the opposite direction, deciding he wasn't in the mood to deal with Sparkpaw's antics. He was hungry, tired and grumpy, making him less tolerating toward the younger apprentice. Lifting his head, he sucked in a large gulp of air and perked his ears, happy to catch the scent of a rabbit nearby. It didn't take him long to find it and he stalked along the ferns, eyes intent on the brown creature as it nibbled on a few plants, showing it had no idea he was there. He prepared himself to leap and sprang forward, landing directly on the rabbit and giving him the chance to pin and kill it- a chance that he took within a heartbeat.

((Welcome Bramble!)

((Ah, if you need advice anytime during this feel free to ask me for advice. I'm not too good at it but I've been roleplaying for about six years now!
I have Sootfleck open if you'd like to roleplay?))

((Yes, of course!))

Sootfleck let out a hiss of pain as she limped into camp, annoyed that Snakepounce had merely laughed when she'd twisted her paw, then refused to help her back to camp. 'I have to stay with the apprentices' was the stupid excuse the furball had come up with. She made her way to the medicine den and peeked her head in, ears perked for the sounds of a cat moving around in there. "Anyone home?" She meowed, straining her eyes to see in the dark den.

"What...?" Pinepaw's bleary eyes blinked open, looking around for whoever had disturbed his sleep. The night before, he had met with the other medicine cats during the half moon, leaving him short on sleep this morning. He dragged himself out of the den only to find that Fireclaw was beckoning him over to Sootfleck who appeared to have a limp. "What happened?" Pinepaw questioned the dark gray she-cat.

"Fireclaw, how can I help?" He turned his head back to Sootfleck wondering if the injury was serious. Pinepaw bent down and took a sniff. There wasn't any blood so at least he didn't have to fetch cobwebs from the store as he so often had to do. Hopefully, whatever his mentor had in mind, wouldn't involve grabbing some herb from the store. At the meeting the night before, Pinepaw had been asked by the Lightclan medicine cat apprentice what to give cats with bellyache, he'd had no idea what the answer was of course, and would have been humiliated if Fireclaw hadn't tactfully changed the subject just in time allowing him to avoid answering. Turning his thoughts back to the present, he began to get up in case his mentor needed him to run and fetch something from the herb store.

Fireclaw blinked. "We'll need cobwebs to wrap it in and some elder leaves for the sprain..." She flicked her tail at Pinepaw. "You get the cobwebs. We're out, so you'll have to go to Greak Oak to get some. Squeeze inside. There should be some in there. I'll check if we have any elder leaves here. Sootfleck, find somewhere to rest while we get things ready." Fireclaw waited for Pinepaw to leave before padding into the medicine den. She looked at her sorted herbs and rummaged through them hurriedly. "Sorrel... Tansy.... Daisy... Poppy Seeds..." she murmured to herself as she went.