Embertail yawned and stalked out of the den and saw Skyfeather talking with their father. He padded over to say hello. "Hey there. How's it going?" he asked happily. He really thought Twisterstep was the best father, and that he would protect them from the angry glares that they got from the other cats. He wandered over to the fresh-kill pile and sniffed at it. He wasn't hungry though. He wanted to go on a patrol. He looked up at the Highledge and saw Jaystar, who gave them the hardest stares of all, even though he was blind. He went back over to Skywhisker and Twisterstep.
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I am Jaggedpine. Just thought I should let you know.
Name- Riverheart Age: Young warrior Apperance: Russet red fur with black splotches through it. Deep, blue eyes, almost like the lake on a star-filled night. Relations: He is believed to be a son of Duskfeather and Runningcloud, but it is unproven because he stumbled into camp just days after Duskfeather disappeared, as a young kit. The clan took him in, and he was treated kindly, after all, his supposed mother and father were remembered as heroes. Personality: He's a dreamer, although willing to use his claws, and he puts his clan and his family first. Rank- young warrior History: Is a particular friend of Skyfeather and Embertail because of how he stood up for them, even at a young age. He had known nothing of their heritage, or why everyone looked strangely at them, and so took it upon himself to show the rest of the clan that anyone could be their friends.
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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."
Skyfeather grinned at her brother and chuckled, "Its been going alright. I think about time that you got your lazy butt on to a patrol you ol' furball." She butted her brother's shoudler teasingly but with a loving gaze. Twisterstep trotted over and cuffed her behind the ear warmly. "Alright you two, enough horsing around. You've got quite a bit to do today." Twisterstep was a small tom compared to the two large kits he had. Skyfeather and Embertail had both out grown him in size but they still loved Twisterstep. They assumed they got their looks and their size from their mother. Sitll it didnt matter to Skyfeather. "Yeah yeah i know, there is going to be an apprentice ceremony today," Skyfeather's tail twitched in excitement. She just might be the one to get one this time! She had been looking forward to getting an apprentice for a long time now. She had figured that she hadnt had one since she was still young, yet there was a nagging feeling that she was being kept away from the apprentices for a reason. Still she grinned again, not feeling at all bad spirited about their grumpy leader. "Where is Riverheart? I havent seen him all morning... He is usually the first one awake and makes sure that he pesters me enough to join him on the patrol," Skyfeather looked around for her best friend. She frowned a bit when she didnt see him. "Oh well..." She sighed. For some strange reason, Riverheart always stuck up for her and Embertail. They had found a truthful and loyal friend.
Riverheart ambled out of the warrior's den and spotted Skyfeather and Embertail. "Hey guys!" He meowed, flashing a kind smile at Skyfeather. His deep red fur glinted in the sunlight, accentuating the black splashes in between. It was what had made others assume that he was Duskfeather and Runningclouds' son. Duskfeather's red fur, and Runningcloud's black splotches. The only unexplainable thing was his blue eyes. They were probably, the bluest, if you lined up every blue-eyed cat, and they shone like the stars when he was excited. He had been raised as the Clan's son, since his two parents were missing.
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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."
The cool wind ruffled Birdsong's fur. She raised her head slowly and proudly, her small black striped muzzle in the breeze. She glanced quickly at her mother and father, Ghostfur and Dancewind, sharing tongues. She sighed, happy. They were senior warriors, trained, and excellent in any case -- according to Birdsong.
She slowly walked over to where Skyfeather, Embertail, and Riverheart stood. Her body was lithe and beautiful, her pelt slick and shiny. She was a great attraction to the clan. Her eyes shifted towards Skyfeather. They were great friends, similar in age. Skyfeather was only a few moons older than she and her siblings were. She smiled.
"What's up?" she asked. "Anyone fancy a little hunt?"
Name- Willowtail Age- Young warrior Apperance- A pale tabby she-cat with amber eyes and long tail Relations- was Dustpelts and Fernclouds last kit before they moved into the elders den (Is this right?) Personality- Brave will stand up to almost anything but also can be fun and lovable can also be sometimes shy about asking questions History- She grew up a normal clan cat nothing unique or anything Rank- Warrior
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Embertail smiled at Birdsong. "Actually, we were just about to go on patrol. Want to come?" he asked. He didn't mind that his sister had so many friends, even though he was protective of her at heart. He hated all of the others that stared at them weird and they didn't know why. He would just look away and head off.
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Willowtail began to pad out of the den. Letting the wind slide threw her pale fur. She padded across camp to the group of cats. She sometimes hated being alone. When she heard about the patrol she asked a bit awkwardly "may I come on the patrol too?"
Birdsong smiled. "Sounds good to me," she said. "All I really itch for is a walk outside in the wild. " She sat down, licking her paws. "Where are we patrolling?" she asked. Truthfully, she hoped to patrol the ShadowClan border. Her paws were begging for a fight -- probably from not experiencing one for so long and staying in camp every day -- and it was usually ShadowClan who brought up the troubles.