Northwind rolled his eyes, "Just what the heck is wrong with everyone today? Emotional much?" He snorted and left the den. He wasnt anyone's father and he was goingt o keep it that way. Whoever Wingpaw's father was he was certainly not Northwind as far as the warrior was concerned. He gave a laugh to himself and padded out of camp.
Brokenpath whirrled around as fast as he could to see a large ginger tom glaring at Riverpaw. Its large green eyes were full of anger and hostility. "Calm down." the black lioclan cat hissed. "We were merely looking for cats that would like to join our clan. WE will teach them to hunt, fight and respect the warriors way of life. If you want you can join us."
"So you want to take over the territory I've chosen to live on?" the tom hissed back. "Everytime my territory is taken by other rogues or I'm driven off by Clans, and now you want to drive me out of my home once more!"
Brokenpath tilted his head to the side, "If i remember right that is not what i said. I asked you if you would like to joni us. Living amongst other cats is a great way to form bonds and friendships. It also gives a cat something to live for other than just scraping by from day to day. We can live for one another and protect out familes." He smiled.
The tom thought once more. Maybe knowing he had a permanent home and being with other cats would be nicer than he thought. He could at least give it a try. "Okay," he agreed. "And since you're looking for cats, I can take you to a few different rogues and loners nearby. Some I know will join this new family you are forming, while others may be harder to convince, but we can try. I'll try to convince them as well."
Brokenpath grinned, "I am Brokenpath and this is my apprentice Riverpaw. Might i ask you for your name? If you stay with our clan then you shall recieve a warriors name as well. I would just like to get an idea of what you are called for now." Brokenpath's deep amber eyes glowed with warmth and thankfulness to this tom.
Flazerun had heard of the LionClan that was being formed, and she had decided to join. An adventure, she had thought. Her paw pads were raw as she finally scented a fresher track of Brokenpath. "Brokenpath!" hollered Flazerun, silver eyes wide. "I have come to join your newly founded clan!" She looked around caustiously, ears pricked up. "If you do not believe me, I shall come out. I have no one with me. I have decided to join you. I swear," she added, voice true and proud to be joining LionClan. "I will bring pride to this new clan. My new home and family."
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07.08.13
okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
Name - Rainpaw Rank - Medicine cat apprentice Appearance - A light brown cat with small brown stripes outlined with black and pretty light green eyes Gender - Female Dream - To become a medicine cat and have a happy life Your Name - Amethyst
Tabbypaw trembled with excitement. They had allready found a cat to be in Lionclan, plus most likely several more, by barely trying! Lionclan was allready off to a greats start. "My name is Scratch," the tom replied.
Ooc: most likely. we're needing a leader, deputy, warriors, and i guess some apprentices :P you'll be meh apprentice =)
Ic: Thornleaf picked up the gentle yarrow leaf and stacked it by the glittering pool. He sighed as a small juniper berry toppled off the stone shelf. It reminded him of his brother.... a long time ago. He went exploring one day.. and fell off a cliff. The warriors saw him fall, but never saw his small, helpless body. Not even Spottedfur could've saved him.. IF he was found. Shaking his head from the daydream, he set out to find some cobwebs. Winpaw and Featherpaw used a lot of them. He slowly trudged along the path into the forest, curving every once and a while. He stopped near two low trees, cobwebs hanging from the branches along with moss. Gathering as much as he could in his mouth, he left to go back. Tracing his path back to camp, he started to daydream, remembering his mentor, Spottedfur. "Not Spottedfur again!" Thornleaf mumbled. He hated thinking about the beautiful cat. But he couldn't keep his mind away. The images flashed back, her tragic death, her beautiful smile, when Thornleaf, who was Thornpaw, found out she was going to have kits... He shook his head, thankful he was back to camp. Running to his den, he started sorting the moss and cobwebs into the right stack.