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Okay! Here's mine, featuring Greyhawk! And a few characters I threw in, so it isn't as bare-bones o3o

Greyhawk - Before Dawn - WindClan Camp

Quiet. The whole camp was quiet. As Greyhawk stood outside the entrance of the makeshift warriors den, he found not a single soul was awake. 'Typical...' He grumbled in his mind, stalking over to examine the fresh-kill pile. Only a scrawny old rabbit, vole and small blackbird remained. The ground below them was still damp from the last night's rain, when the cats had to retreat to their dens, hidden in old fox and badger burrows. He let out a small 'hmph' before walking towards the Tallrock. Before talking a second step, he hesitated. Was it really right to wake his father this early? Stormstar was weak, and although he hated to admit it, elderly and frail. He would need his sleep. He turned, emotionless, and walked back towards the den. Sticking his head within the dark depths, he swiftly picked out a few cats he could see in the darkness. That was Nightwhisker, Whiteheather, and Cranestep. Cranestep would bring her apprentice, of course, which would be perfect for a small hunting patrol on the western moors. Mossytail, Grousequill, Birdcry and Harefoot would be a good border patrol. He quickly went over, prodding each cat on the flank. "It's time to wake up, you lot! Patrols!" He told them gruffly, making sure they were all aware of the situation before walking out of the burrow and over to the apprentice's sleeping place. He would need to find Daisypaw for the patrol, after all, she was Cranestep's apprentice. "Daisypaw?" He spoke into the entrance, "It's time to wake up for a patrol!" He growled into the den. He disliked apprentices, especially younger ones who acted like kits. It just irritated him. They were apprentices, they should act their rank. Even so, he supposed it was a bit wrong to despise such behavior, after all, they were young and would learn. But it still annoyed him to see an apprentice on hunting duty chasing a leaf or moth. Hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with such... frustrating behavior on his patrols today.


It's pretty bad, not much muse at the moment owo'

Toriel! It's wonderful to see you again! Hello! c:

@rainleaf: Accepted for Clan or no clan? Also thanks, I might end up doing that :3. (I seriously do not mean to come off impatient, please forgive me if I do sounds impatient)

EDIT: Oh...Okay...
Have patience Lynx
Random third person talking

owl: You are good! Great even! Also my writing style...isn't really all that great(Or maybe it's just me but...), :3, so you're good.

Patience, young grasshopper. xD

If you do, I may not respond today/tonight. 

Sand, pick a Clan so I can sleep, why are you so mean? ;-;

I would love LOVE to help out, if you're sure and if Rain says it's A-okay. I'll get my rp sample up because I know that's the requirement.


Now, Stormtrail is not known for being the most patient cat in the world. And as it was, he'd been up at the crack of dawn huffing and puffing in the cold over his herb selection. "IVYPAW! WHERE DID YOU PUT THE WITCH HAZEL!" He thundered, the vines hanging in front of the den trembling slightly with the force of his yell. Ivypaw let out a groan, having just started eating her breakfast. "I'm coming, Stormtrail," she cast her friends a glance, exasperated to the core. The small group of apprentices snickered as she walked off towards the medicine den. "IVYPAW- oh there you are." He'd essentially started shouting her name just as she walked in, causing her ears to ring. "Yes, Stormtrail? You couldn't find the witch hazel?" Ivypaw's voice was toneless, flat and bored. "Well, yes. Where did you put it?" Stormtrail gruffed out, ears perked and eyes narrowed in on his apprentice.

"Second rock shelf from the bottom. Behind the moss covered rock that looks vaguely like a mouse." At her words, Stormtrail went to check and sure enough, there the herbs were. Tucked in the shelf, neat and tidy. The medicine cat scowled, "right well. Off you go then" He shooed her from the den, "And, uh. Good job with putting those herbs away." He disappeared back into the den, leaving Ivypaw feeling smug and warm inside despite the chill in the camp. She was incredibly pleased to say the least, Stormtrail was a tough mentor and getting praised was like pulling teeth. She sucked in a breath, feeling the icy air swirl around her lungs like a cyclone. 'Wow it's cold'

Oh, just so you know Rain, someone else is doing the original five clans, I think they said they where the first, just so you know.

I missed you too! cx How have you been?