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Post by malruth on Jan 5, 2021 17:32:25 GMT -5
(drama llama- added a few more cats for drama's sake!)
Name: Red
Description: small, pretty, dark ginger and white tabby she-cat with big green eyes. She has small paws, a stubby tail, and her left ear is shredded from a fight with another rogue.
Age: 20 moons.
Personality: Red is a firey rogue, who has a heavy dislike of clan cats. She disagrees with clan lifestyle, and believes all cats should defend themselves.
Rank: Rogue Group Member
Crush: None, open to one.
Mates: None, open to one.
Family: She left her parents many moons ago to live on her own.
Background: Born to two starving loners, Red disliked her miserable life as a loner and became a rogue and left her parents behind. She dislikes clan cats, and joined the rogue group because of this.
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Name: Nightfang
Description: large, sleek, handsome black tom. He has bright amber eyes, large ears, and a small scar on the right side of his flank. He also has large paws and a long tail.
Age: 40 moons.
Personality: Despite his tall, threatening demeanor, Nightfang is a kind, gentle tom. He is less hostile than most of his clanmates, but still fights when he needs to. He doesn't enjoy fighting but knows his clan is his priority.
Rank: Warrior
Crush: none at the moment, but open to one!
Mates: none at the moment, but open to one!
Family: Briarclaw is his cousin through Mousestrike. Mousestrike's sister, Feathercloud, is Nightfang's mother. His brother is Olivetuft. His father is a rogue.
Background: The oldest of Feathercloud's kits, Nightfang was raised to be kind, thoughtful, and polite. Despite this, he and his brother have always been viewed as outsiders despite spending their entire lives defending TempestClan. His greatest wish is to be accepted and fully be apart of his clan.
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Name: Olivetuft
Description: Olivetuft is a tall, slim, sleek furred dark gray tabby tom with a long tail and blue eyes. He has a black tip at the end of his tail and four black paws. He also has a black muzzle.
Age: 40 moons.
Personality: Olivetuft is a shy tom, who avoids other clan cats because they don't trust him. He is even more reserved than Nightfang, and dislikes speaking to the other cats.
Rank: Warrior.
Crush: none, but open to one
Mates: none, but open to one
Family: His cousin is Briarclaw, his uncle is Mousestrike, his mother was Feathercloud, and his brother is Nightfang. His father is a rogue.
Background: The younger of the two kits, Olivetuft has been easier to push around by other clan cats. While his brother still fights to be their equal, Olivetuft keeps to himself and doesn't truly consider himself a TempestClan can't. But he knows he can't leave, because he doesn't want to leave his brother behind.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 6, 2021 4:04:59 GMT -5
(Interesting characters! I hope to finish mine today. The more drama the better hehe.)
One fish had escaped Poppyfall's grip. Luckily she could get her claws on one more fish, she was happy with the results of their fishing trip. It wasn't much, but it wasn't nothing either. She nodded at Briarclaw and gave her fur a shake in attempt to lose the waterdrops that clung to her fur. "Lead the way."
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A hiss escaped from Scorchtail's mouth when Sparrow joined the group in the bramble bush. The tom seemed to be more hostile than Mystic; he had a good reason to be. Especially after his previous encounter with a Tempestclan cat. It worried him that the group had gotten bigger. The more cats knew about their accidental meeting, the more trouble they could be in. Tempestclan cats never took kindly to their clanmates meeting up with strangers. Maybe if Scorchtail hadn't been feeling so lonely lately he would've chased Mystic off as well. On the other hand, since Mystic turned out to be a kind cat, wouldn't it have been a waste to have chased her away? Why would they make more enemies with the rogues already on their tails? Scorchtail thought it would be best to leave the talking to Mystic, Sparrow would surely believe her over them. Ofcourse his chatty sister had a different idea.
Pearmoon glanced surprisedly at Sparrow as he appeared through the bushes. "I'm Pearmoon and this is Scorchtail." She gestured to her brother with her tail. Sparrow obviously directed his question to Mystic but Pearmoon figured she might as well introduce them herself. "You must be Sparrow." She meowed as her pale green gaze inspected the tom from head to toe.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 6, 2021 4:52:52 GMT -5
( Hawkeyes258 Could you add these for me? I finally got around to finding pictures for some of my clancats haha. I don't know how to make them smaller though. ) Poppyfall: Scorchtail: Pearmoon: ---------------- Name: Gail Description: A pure white she-cat with medium to long fur and golden colored eyes with darker speckles in them. Age: (In moons): 43 moons Personality: Gail is a very determined she-cat; once she has a goal in mind she will do everything and anything to achieve it. She is sly, calculating and has a sharp tongue. It would take a lot for this she-cat to lose her temper, her actions are fully thought through. Cats that belong to her inner circle will find an incredibly loyal friend in Gail. However, cats that don’t belong to her inner circle will meet a cold, ruthless and revengeful she-cat. Rank: Rogue group (leader? If not just part of the group is fine!) Crush: (open) Mates: Cloudfoot, who is deceased (open) Family: (open) Background: A long time ago Gail was just a loner, roaming around the Tempestclan territory. She’d met a tom from the clan and the two fell head over heels for eachother. They were supposed to run off together, start a new life but the clan had found out about Cloudfoot’s betrayal. It was a stormy night and the clan chased the two of them away. In their hurry to run from the clancats, Cloudfoot slipped on the edge of the gushing river and drowned in the deep darkness of the wild rushing water. Gail has been bitter about clancats ever since, nothing would stop her to avenge Cloudfoot’s death. Screen Name: jademist Picture: (Optional): Name: Vicky Description: A stocky build she-cat with a ruffled dark brown to black pelt and medium to long fur. Her eyes are a dark green color. Age: (In moons): 30 moons Personality: Tempestuous, bold, explosive are the best words to describe this she-cat. Vicky is very opiniated and won’t hesitate to get her point across. Though, she is not too keen on being proven wrong. Her biggest fear is being left out and she’ll easily kick off when she thinks cats are talking behind her back. Rank: Rogue group member Crush: (Open) Mates: (Open) Family: (Open) Background: Vicky has been a rogue since kithood and growing up in bad company has left her quite messed up. She became distrusting of other cats and learned to manipulate others to get her way. After joining the rogue group she finally felt like she belonged somewhere. Screen Name: jademist Picture: (Optional): |
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Post by Jademist on Jan 6, 2021 8:09:10 GMT -5
"Tempestclan cats really - really don't take kindly to trespassers. I guess that is why you were attacked. I'm sorry it came off as rude, they were just protecting our hunting ground. We have a lot of mouths to feed." Pearmoon meowed, hoping to provide some reassurance that they wouldn't attack out of the blue. "Don't forget to take the robin, you can finish it." The she-cat gently shoved what was left of the bird over to Mystic and Sparrow. Maybe Sparrow would see it as a small peace gesture.
Scorchtail felt a little uneasy as tension hung in the air between the siblings. He was sure Mystic could fend for herself but then again, he just met her. His raised to his paws when Sparrow brought up they should be leaving. He wondered if their den was close, that would make the possibility to meet them again a lot bigger. However, that meant that their clanmates had a possibility of meeting them as well. Scorchtail didn't want their position in the clan to change, and he didn't want Sparrow and Mystic to get into a fight with their clanmates.
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Post by Robinbreeze on Jan 6, 2021 9:13:20 GMT -5
Mystic nodded slowly, "Yes, I suppose we could go. But you don't have to be rude about it." She rolled her eyes and stood up. As Pearmoon passed the rest of the robin over to them, she mewed, "Thank you, I appreciate your friendliness. I do hope we can see each other again soon." Mystic knew Sparrow would try his best to keep her from talking to her newfound friends, but she hoped to change his mind. Besides, he could do with some good socializing himself once in a while.
Sparrow tried to force himself to say something nice, for Mystic, but nothing seemed to come. He knew neither of these cats had attacked him the other day and that they were being friendly. Anyway, Mystic had agreed to come back to the den pretty easily, so he wasn't that worried anymore. "Thank you," he choked out, picking up the bird so that he had a reason not to speak more. Then, he turned and waked back toward the siblings' den, hoping Mystic would follow after.
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 9:13:36 GMT -5
Briarclaw nodded, before moving down the path away from the river. She was being quite cautious- whether it be rogue or twoleg, Briarclaw didn’t want to be caught off guard. They weren’t entirely prepared for a fight. They were two of the fiercest cats in the clan, but they were still only two cats. They couldn’t afford to be seriously hurt when they were this far away from camp.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 6, 2021 10:04:52 GMT -5
Pearmoon watched Sparrow walking off. "Oh well.. I'm sorry for what happened. I hope your brother can forgive us someday." She meowed, swishing her fluffy tail behind her. "I have to pick up the prey I buried before I return to camp." The she-cat said facing Scorchtail, then she turned back to Mystic. "It was nice to meet you as well. Have a safe trip!" She smiled and dissapeared from the bramble bush moments later.
Scorchtail was actually a little bummed to be going back to camp. He didn't want to face reality again. "I hope so too." He meowed, and quite frankly he meant it. His gaze clung to Mystic for a moment before he tore it away. "Stay safe." He said finally, with a hint of genuine worry in his eyes.
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Poppyfall followed shortly after her companion, carefully watching her step. The riverside was often slippery and she didn't wish to go for a swim. "I wonder what the twolegs left this time." She commented, thinking back to all the weird foods and things they had seen at the campingground. The clancats knew better than to eat it though.
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 10:17:03 GMT -5
(you wanna throw some rogues in for drama?)
Briarclaw flicked her tail and scoffed. “Oh, it’s always something different. I can’t stand that twoleg food. I don’t know how something would willingly eat it.” She said, a look of disgust crossing her face. “But I suppose it does pay off to have it around, because the prey eat it and get plumper. And I can’t complain about that.” She breathed in, smelling the familiar stink of monsters and twolegs. “Stay alert. I don’t really want to have to drag you back to camp if we get attacked but a rogue.” Briarclaw teased.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 6, 2021 12:08:00 GMT -5
(Yes! I want to save Gail for Hawk’s approval but I just whipped up another rogue kitty who is open to use 😃 Robin, how would you like to continue? Skip some time to the evening? Or did you want to make a rogue as well?)
“I know! It always reeks terribly too.” Poppyfall wrinkled her nose at the thought of the rotten food. At Briarclaw’s tease she laughed and softly bumped into her friend. “Yeah yeah, they better watch out before I drag them to our camp.” The reddish she-cat joked as they walked on, nearing the camping grounds. The smell of old fires and burned rubble reached their nose. These smells always welled up in the humid weather. Poppyfall guessed it would always smell this way as long as the twolegs kept coming around.
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Scorchtail watched Mystic slip through the bushes, off to her own den. With a sigh he turned around to follow Pearmoon and took a sprint to catch up with her.
Pearmoon looked up from digging up her prey. “Did you say goodbye to your girlfriend?” The she-cat teased, giggling softly.
“What? No! I just met her.” Scorchtail protested but he quickly turned serious. “You can never tell anyone about this meeting Pearmoon. Not Poppyfall, not dad, not anyone. They would kill us if they found out.” The tom’s voice was almost a whisper, though it was laced with urgency. Ofcourse they wouldn’t really kill them but it definitely would be a stab in the back in the eyes of their clanmates.
“What about Snowfeather hmmm?” Pearmoon asked nonchalantly. She’d noticed the way Scorchtail had eyed Mystic but she wasn’t one to stir the pot, surely not with her own family.
Snowfeather.. Scorchtail had almost forgotten about the queen, guilt crept up on him like a snake around his throat. He had to return to camp to take care of her. “She definitely shouldn’t know about this. Just keep your mouth shut.” With that the two cats retrieved Pearmoon’s buried prey and made their way back to the camp. Acting as if nothing interesting had happened.
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 12:50:42 GMT -5
Briarclaw was about to respond before she noticed a plump, bushy tailed squirrel hiding near a few bushes. She flicked her tail to show the squirrel to Poppyfall, before hunkering down and sneaking over to the animal. She padded slowly as not to alert it and scare it off. It lifted it’s head, and she paused. But thankfully, it didn’t notice her in the grass. After a few moments, she took her chance and sprang for the squirrel, pinning it down with her paw and swiftly killing it. “I got it!” (sounds good! i figured it could be just a random rogue  ) |
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Post by Robinbreeze on Jan 6, 2021 13:22:05 GMT -5
(Yeah, I've been thinking of adding some characters here whether they be rogue or clan cat so I could make a cat for Poppyfall and Briarclaw to run into. As for the others, we could do a time skip after that. Multi-tasking isn't a strength of mine.)
Name: Phoenix
Description: A small fiery ginger she-cat with darker colored paws. Faint tabby markings line her coat and her eyes are a shining emerald green.
Age (In moons): 29 moons
Personality: For her small size, Phoenix is quite a handful; her energy never seems to run out. This being said, she tries her hardest to put that energy toward the good of her friends. She is a hard-working cat who doesn't mind taking orders; as long as she's not sitting around being bored, she's fine. Phoenix isn't too friendly towards cats who have done wrong to her friends and will easily show aggression.
Rank: Rogue group member
Crush: None, but open
Mates: None, but open
Family: None, but open
Background: Phoenix was born as a housecat and was both the small and the youngest of her litter. She once tried to impress her siblings by doing what none of them would do: go out into the forest. She was just a small kitten, so she didn't yet know the dangers. She got lost, not able to find her way back home, and slowly grew accustomed to the ways of a wild cat. Obviously, it wasn't easy, but she tried her hardest and eventually found the friends she has today, the rogues. Phoenix was grateful to them for taking her in and helping her survive, so she dedicated herself to helping them in any way she could.
Screen Name: @/robinbreeze13
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Post by Jademist on Jan 6, 2021 13:51:00 GMT -5
(Ah okay, don’t worry about it Robin. You don’t have to multitask ^^ Would you want Phoenix to be accompanied by other rogues?
I’ll make some toms soon too to even out all the she-cats I think haha.)
At Briarclaw’s signal Poppyfall stood still and waited for her to make the kill. Briarclaw swiftly took the squirrel’s life. “That’s a nice one!” The she-cat complimented her on the catch. Poppyfall lifted her nose in the air and parted her jaws to scent the air. Something about this place made her uneasy. It might be the weird looking twolegs though. They had a peculiar smell to them as well. After shaking her head to lose the different smells she left some scentmarkers on nearby trees, just to be sure.
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 13:59:20 GMT -5
Briarclaw purred, bending down to pick the squirrel up in her jaws. “Thamks.” The dark tabby mewed, her speech muffled by the animal. “I’ll carry it back to camp. I don’t thimk we’ll be here too long.” She padded behind Poppyfall, making sure to watch out for any threats. The feeling of unease was mutual- being here just made Briarclaw want to run home with the squirrel and be done with it. But they had a job to do- and she was not going to run off and not do it. She just wasn’t like that. Her eyes shifted through the bushes, trying to look for anything that stood out to her.
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Jan 6, 2021 14:37:12 GMT -5
Name: Moss
Description:
His fur is very pale yellow. It is somewhat spiky and semi-long. He has a square face with small dark amber eyes. He has a light voice and a powdery scent. He has one broken tooth, and is missing two claws in his front left paw. He has a distinctive scar on his chin, and his missing his tail.
Age: (In moons)
13 moons
Personality:
He is mostly introverted. In conversations, he is soft-spoken, sympathetic and shy. He is guided by his head, often collected and cool. His world view is somewhat pessimistic. He is easy-going, fun-loving, skeptical, cautious, calculating and narcissistic. Moss is shrewd, which reflects in his decisions, skills and conversations. He enjoys the rain, despite most others hating it.
Rank:
Loner
Crush:
None yet (wants to meet with a warrior cat from the clan)
Mates:
None
Family:
None
Background:
Moss was born into a clan in a different region, broken up by two-legs that renovated the area. He was taken into custody by two-legs and rehabilitated when he was just a few moons old. He has no memory of his parents or family, just distant visions of them in the night. He escaped the two-legs when gaining their trust, and reached the end of their clan. Many of his scars are visible to other cats and he is feared based on appearance. Far away from that chapter, he now roams a nearby region with a clan.
Screen Name:
Rainshimmer22
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Jan 6, 2021 14:40:59 GMT -5
Name:
Pikebreeze
Description:
Pikebreeze is a little, thickset she-cat. Her fur is very pale fawn, with a white face and a white belly. It is sleek and of medium length. She has a round face with round blue-grey eyes. She has a shrill voice and a woody scent. Pikebreeze has long whiskers. She is considered attractive by most, especially in her own Clan.
Age: (In moons)
20 moons
Personality:
Pikebreeze values tradition the most. She is mostly introverted. In conversations, she is compassionate, considerate and critical. She is guided by her head, often collected and rational. Her world view is mostly pessimistic. She is adaptable, fun-loving, obedient, impressionable, discouraging and inert. Pikebreeze is stupid, which reflects in her decisions, skills and conversations. She hates being the centre of attention, but also hates being ignored. Pikebreeze's opinions are easily swayed, but she speaks about them often
Rank:
Warrior
Crush:
None yet
Mates:
None
Family:
None
Background:
Pikekit was born to her father, Marshpuddle and her father, Plumsong. Marshpuddle was too controling, while Plumsong was nurturing. Pikekit was close to both of her parents. After Birchpaw's father died, Pikekit was there to comfort her. They became friends and vented a lot to each other. During her kithood, Pikekit spent a lot of time with the apprentices, trying to learn their training ahead of time.
Pikekit reached the age of an apprentice and became Pikepaw. She recieved Patchshade as her mentor. She was tough on her and unfortunately sometimes pushed too hard. Patchshade mostly focused on hunting while somewhat neglecting running. Pikepaw and Birchpaw supported each other throughout their apprenticeship and remained very close friends.
Pikepaw became Pikebreeze at 15 moons. When Pikebreeze was somewhat experienced already, a plague swept through the Clan. Plumsong was sadly among the many cats who succumbed to it. Pikebreeze didn't have a strong relationship with her father, but she still felt very sad. She had been crushing on another warrior called Antpath for a long time, so she was overjoyed when Antpath asked to be her mate. Unfortunately, this 'love' went down in flames when Pikebreeze found out that she had been seeing a cat from another Clan and was only using her as a cover story!
Screen Name:
Rainshimmer22
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Jan 6, 2021 14:50:52 GMT -5
Can I jump in? ))
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 6, 2021 15:01:12 GMT -5
(You guys have been busy lol. I shall add everyone! Gail can be the leader of the rogue group)
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 15:10:24 GMT -5
( ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ if you want, i have two toms in camp who i haven’t role played with yet if you want to roleplay with one of them! if not that’s cool too ) |
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Jan 6, 2021 15:13:28 GMT -5
Yea sure! I can use Pikebreeze for that one malruth )) |
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 15:15:07 GMT -5
( ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ cool! you wanna start or you want me to? ) |
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Post by ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ on Jan 6, 2021 15:23:51 GMT -5
Prior to her nap, she had run into a loner by the name of Moss, a distinctive cat for that manner. Frightened, she was stopped at a stand still when he approached her. Upon raising her paw hesitantly to bat at him to encourage him to run off, he struck out and made contact with her cheek. Her fluffy hair was enough to cover the scratch, but the blood trickled out and stained her fur. Pikebreeze now awoke from her nap against a tree near camp, drawing herself up in a stretch. She looked around her, tail flicking behind her in a melancholy fashion. Purring softly, she trotted back into camp, her blue eyes scanning for someone to talk to. Of course, she remembered the earlier moments of the day with her encounter with that loner. She thought to herself as she drew nearer to a rock, and sat down to bat at it. Inwardly, she thought about the loner and his intentions with her. He didn't run off until he had heard the patrol nearby and that may have saved her. malruth |
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 15:34:46 GMT -5
Nightfang noticed the thickset she-cat, batting at a rock. “What happened to you? Someone got you pretty good,” he commented, noticing a slight amount of blood still stuck to her fur. “You want me to check it out real quick? I’m no medicine cat, but I’d like to help.” He mewed, taking a seat next to her and flicking his tail. Nightfang was a kind cat by nature, and Pikebreeze had always been kind enough to him. ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 6, 2021 15:42:14 GMT -5
(I'll post a starter in a moment. Working on actually finishing my rogue cats)
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 15:47:49 GMT -5
( im thinking of adding another rogue or two- is it possible that i could make a second in command?) Hawkeyes258 |
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Post by Jademist on Jan 6, 2021 15:49:54 GMT -5
(Haha sorry to give you a pile of work Hawk! Thanks, Gail will be a real meanie to the clancats. ;p Welcome Courage!! Blazestorm is still on patrol with Falconfrost and Screechfang ) "Hopefully not." Poppyfall replied to Briarclaw. She hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary yet, so that was a good sign. Just a heartbeat later a cat had appeared behind them. A soft thud of paws touching the ground alerted the warriors. Poppyfall turned around in a quick jump and her hackles raised in alarm. A low growl escaped from her throat. "You are trespassing." She wouldn't be surprised if this was one of the rogue group. Her lip curled up in dismay. Why couldn't they just have a peaceful walk? Vicky was impressed with Phoenix' quick stalking skills. Today seemed to be their lucky day; a run in with the clancats was bound to get the adrenaline pumping. She quickly followed after the ginger she-cat, a smirk lining her face. "Oh we know." She meowed tauntingly, her messy black tail swishing back and forth. |
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Post by malruth on Jan 6, 2021 15:55:35 GMT -5
Briarclaw swiftly turned, dropping the squirrel, getting ready for a fight. Of course the rogues would try them. She grew closer to Poppyfall, ready to help her fight their newest threat. She growled, her claws sliding out. “Get out of here. You know this is TempestClan territory. Leave now and we won’t rip your ears off.” She spat at the rogues, glancing between them.
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