Little 1x1. (Closed)

I like the kittypetxWarrior! Which role would you rather play?

Really? I guess I will play the kittypet then! Shall we do charrie profiles?

Probably RiverClan, but WindClan might be a bit easier to RP. And um, oops. I already wrote up a bunch for her. You don't have to write that stuff for your charrie though. I have an obsession with making cat profiles.

Penny - Female - 21 moons - Penny is a calico, but she mainly sports brown and orange. Only her underbelly, chest and paws a truly white, but she has white scattered throughout the rest of her pelt. The rest of her fur is short, but oddly silky tabby brown and orange fur, although she does have solid patches of those colors. Her face follows the same tracks as the rest of her body, only have a few streaks of white along her golden eyes. - Penny used to be bold soul that wasn’t afraid to defend her word, but she has spirit has crumbled to pieces. She has left her carefree mindset, now frightened at the slightest sound. She mopes around in the shadows, longing for anyone to find her and lend her any help at all. Even though she longs for a cat’s aid, she is extremely skittish and will often dart away at first sign of a cat. - Penny was a loved kittypet, but then something changed within her household. One day she was awakened by the loud yowls of her housefolk, with one leaving shortly after. She was then left on the street for the dead, but she has been able to cling onto her life.

Nah, that's great.

Okay, I started making him with WindClan in mind, so I'll keep with it. And I was thinking original forest, somewhere in the many generations between SkyClan's leaving and Rusty joining FireClan. You okay with that?

Wildrain - Male - WindClan
Wildrain is a lanky tom with more leg than he can manage. When he was younger, he was hopelessly clumsy, but by now he's gotten used to it, his long legs lend him the speed his clan is famous for. His short, neat coat is fawn-colored, but he has a white patch on his chest. He has a little bob tail and a sharp, defined muzzle. His has green eyes that are usually wide with an endless, kit-like wonderment about the world around him. He got the first part of his name because he was a wiggly little kitten who wouldn't sit still, and he earned the second part because his final battle against RiverClan as an apprentice took place while it was raining.

Actually, I was able to sneak my IPad upstairs so I don't have to go. Although for my well being I should stay for to long. Do you want to start us spiff  ( urgh, stupid auto correct. I meant off.) or shall I?

Oh my god, I was thinking about Firestar and agh, I'm dumb. Pfft.

Alright, yeah. I could figure out a start? Gimme a sec.

OOC: Pfft, seemed like that. And I know, I always say I'm dumb. 

BIC: Wildrain slowed to a stop at the gorge, and the RiverClan border. Scenting the air to make sure none of the fishfurs had crossed it, he turned away from fourtrees and began heading upstream in quick, loping strides. Tensions had been high with RiverClan over the last few moons, and every border patrol that met bristled and spat even when the borders stayed intact. The fur along his bristled as he caught a whiff of a fresher fishy scent, and he sped up a bit, hoping to reach his destination soon enough: the twolegplace that stretched past the forest. He wasn't looking forward to entering it. He'd heard horror stories about it from his "gathering buddy", Chillbreeze in ThunderClan. But an outbreak of greencough in WindClan had left them wanting for more medicine, and it was of course Wildrain who'd volunteered to go hunting for catnip in the twolegplace.

Speaking of...he was just reaching the edge of their stone dens. Wildrain slowed, proceeding with a little more caution. His nose in the air and his mouth open, he swept forward, tail starting to twitch as he slowly became more away at the suffocating closeness of the twoleg dens, the hard, painful material underneath his paws, and the acrid stench that permeated the very soul of this place.

Disoriented by the unfamiliar smells of the twolegplace, the only thing that stood out clearly to Wildrain was the sharp, metalic scent of blood. He bent down, able to see and smell the dark smears on the ground. He straightened, looking around for the source, his tail twitching curiously. He opened his mouth, frowning internally when he couldn't smell anything but smoke and blood. He'd have to rely on sight. Wildrain put one paw on one of the smears, then another, and began walking in the other cat's footprints. They were closer together than his own pawsteps, so it was either a she-cat or a young cat or basically any other cat because his legs were so freakishly long. He was heading right towards a bush, and sped up, ignoring the trail now, and stuck his head into the bush like a blundering badger.