Sounds cool, Ebbie. I always admire your RP-idea-skills.
Username: Tutelapaw Character name: Lunardream Gender: Female Appearance: Very light blue-gray short-hair tabby; shining silver eyes. She has scars in other places on her body that she does not like to talk about; one prominent one reaches from her right ear down to her chin. She is slender and strong. The dog bit her on her left flank; she walks with a limp. Personality: Lunardream is very wary of those around her. She was physically hurt by her father as a kit, so it takes a lot to get her to trust anyone. She is quiet and very independent and self-reliant. Former Clan: ShadowClan Former Rank in the clans: Young warrior
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Thanks so much for joining you guys! We can start the RP now! I shall make the first post if no one else wants to =D Just give me a moment or two to update the first post
Fireclaw stared out in dismay at the endless expanse of water. His hopes and the hopes of everyone in his band of cats had been crushed. "It was supposed to be paradise..." he whispered softly. The ginger and white tom's head pounded a bit with the remberance of the scar on it. Small green blisters grew out of the pink scars making him looked diseased. Everyone that had been in the fight with the strange dog beast had the marks on them. It was because of those darned marks that they had been in search of the sundrown paradise. Yet here they were, at the edge of the world and nothing but endless water, sand and rocks. "What are we going to do?" he whispered to himself, "We came here to live peacefully but look at this... We were doomed from the start werent we?"
Willowsong padded forward to stand beside her former clanmate. "We may have been doomed, but we're not giving up. I'm not giving up. No matter what. C'mon, if this isn't the place for us, I'm sure we can find another. Maybe we should head up the mountains and see if we can find the Tribe. If they can't heal us, or help us, maybe they can tell us where to live." She looked back at the other cats. All of them had some kind of patch of green blisters, and although that had been what had separated them from their clans, it was what united them now.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Blossomheart looked over at the vast distance of water. Her flank was covered in the small green blisters. She turned and looked at Fireclaw, " Where do we go now? There's now where to start. We have to go somewhere! But anyways, we'll find somewhere to go. I'm not going to give up. Hope brought us here and it won't stop until we find a home. " She looked at her flank. It was the reason she had to leave her clan. There was only endless water, sand and rocks. She looked at the small party of cats. " Eventhough, I have these marks, I'll always be strong. "
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He looks around the room Innocently overlooks the truth Shouldn't a light go on? Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and white Never let nobody see him cry I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
Fireclaw glanced sideway at Willowsong, she had a point. OUt of reflex of her being his former deputy he nodded in agreement. Submissively he accepted the idea of heading back to the mountains. THere was nothing for them here accept death. "You are right," he sighed softly and glanced back at Blossomheart. "Dont worry, we will figure something out. Starclan may have not been able to help us but we must figure something out even without their help." His bright amber eye blazed a bit with a flare of newfound hope. This tom had a particular way about him that made him easy to make impressions on. He was the kind that was easy to inspire, but also easy to disappoint.
Graystreak sat a little away from the waters edge. Watching the other cats talk he began to think back to the battle with the strange dog. All these cats had battle wounds that seemed to never go away. Sighing he looked at the three talking and nodded. They seemed to have hope but it was hard to tell after what happened.