((Same here T-T The ti
tle of this Rp is total fail... I should've put 'Days' instead of 'Sunsets'. I thought warrior cats said 'Sunset' for day, but no, I was wrong D; Whats should be What's and havent should be haven't. Also, 'fresh-kill' should be 'prey'. Fresh-kill is when the prey is dead, and I mixed up T-T

And I think Shiloh should later fall in love with Xalora :D lol. Or maybe the opposite, Xalora kills Shiloh for her terrible past she gave him? :o As again for the ti
tle, I dunno ]= )) 

((Nheah...She doesn't want a warehouse named after her.  I did think up this one though.  Felines of the abandoned warehouse  When I make it, you can be teh co-owner.  I wish I were actually posting with my cats here, but there is a sad little amount to do X3))

Starwalker nearly fell asleep as her eyelids began to droop but a loud squirrels chattering woke her back up.  She was feeling hungry and begining to wish that some fresh-kill was left.  Sadly, any that was in the camps had apparently been destroyed during the battle and wasn't fit to eat anymore.

((Love the ti
tle! :D Are you going to add [These between the actual ti
tle]? And yay :D I wish I could too, but im waiting for DJ's reply. I can't think of anything Scar could've smelled O.O))

Moonfall snored in deep sleep in his spot. Everyone seemed asleep right now, except for the medicine cat. Even whole LoveClan were sleeping. He dreamed about the old camp, back to where WhirlClan and all the crisis was destroying them. Somehow, they all survived these things, even if it ment fighting indomitable elemented family-sized cats. But what happened now was much more tromatizing thanthe attack of WhirlClan.

((Fox....yuck stuff?  And I thought it was Whrilclan they fought against.  Oh well....names are similar X3  I'm happy with that*types up rp*))

((You can go with scat or carcas.s, your choice. :3 Ish Panda makin' a new RP?! >:O))

Scar snaffed. "Yech." he said. The revolting sent wafted calmly into his nostrils. Now it made him tear up. "Aw, Shiloh, what is that?!" he squeaked, slapping his paws over his nose.

Silvertail and Brackenpaw were fast asleep, in pain and tired.

Scar couldn't take it anymore. whatever he smelled kept coming. It was strong and fresh. He buried his nose into the sand and covered his head up in fear, for the scent was getting stronger and fresher. What was that reek?!

Shiloh thought at first it was the dead cats smell coming from the clans camp. He left Scar behind and peeked over a tree, discovering a rotten lump of fur. It was a huge animal, nothing he wanted to get too close to. With a swift turn, he trotted off and picked up Scar before running back to another clearing, deciding this would be best for hunting. "Am, anywho... Scar, what do you smell besides me, you, and the stink lingering on our pelts? Any prey, for example?" He meowed, trying to focus himself.

((*Runs off to first page.*))