(Hmph... I'll post but then I'm gone. At least until tomorrow... )

Featherpaw sighed.  What to do, what to do. Perhaps play a prank on someone..? Nah, she had done that yesterday.  Fly around? Mm, maybe, but she does that too often anyways.  She thought hard, then finally found nothing in her mind.  She bolted off and then bunched up.  She slid on the ground for a moment, dust flying behind her, but then she leapt into the air at the last moment.   Letting her wings unfold, they spread out widely and lifted her into the air.  They flapped once, and she was propelled upwards even more.  She was in the sky.  Soaring above the land, she could almost see FrostClan's territory.  Perhaps she could get a closer look..?

Songfern's eyes flickered open.  She was laying down comfortably.  Not wanting to move, she closed her eyes again attempting to fall asleep once more.  Eventually, she stretched her paws and got up.  Shaking her fur for a moment, Songfern emerged from the den - still tired and sleepy, but awake.  Even if only half-awake.

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Hawk-kit watched Thrushsoar and had overheard.  Seeing his tail, he thought to have a bit of fun.  He leapt onto it, thinking of it as one of the flying cats the Deputy had mentioned. "Die!" he mewed in his high-pitched kit tone.

Hailfoot didn't do much.  He was laying down in the middle of the camp, sunning himself.  Truly, in his mind, there was nothing he could do for the Clan - that he'd want to do, anyways.  He sighed.  There hadn't been a battle in ages... That was supposed to be good, of course.  Yet his muscles itched to fight.  But he knew he shouldn't start an unneeded war.

((Omg Zozo you took too long.  >c  At least we can start.  xD  *Makes intro*))

Cursedsoul scratched another line in the wet and murky cave that he had been forced to live in.  He was trying to keep track of how many days he had spent in exile.  He didn't remember the last time he had been warm or had contact with another cat.  He didn't even remember his old name, or even what his fur used to look like.  He stared at his paw, that was oozing green slime, as it always did.  He used to cry whenever he looked at it, but now there were no tears left in his eyes.  He poked his head out of the cave, flinching when the sunlight went into his eyes.  Time to hunt.  He thought, sighing sadly and walking off, his paws making strange sloshing sounds as he walked and leaving behind a trail of green paw-prints.

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Furyheart flicked her tail over the ground.  She was sitting on a rock where she had perfect view over the clan.  She bared her teeth at some kits who had run over to her, wanting to play.  They quickly ran from her.  She sneered slightly as she watched them run.

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Winterstar surveyed his clan, his daughter, Snippaw, stood beside him.  He always suspected that his clanmates may be mutants in disuse, and only trusted a select few of them.  He jumped onto the Snowy Rock, which is wear he had the clan meetings.  It was called that because the tip of it was white, which made it look like it always had snow on it, it was also very cold most of the time, but Winterstar didn't mind.  He liked the cold.  He thought about calling a meeting, but decided not to, and curled up on the rock, keeping one eye open to make sure the clan was okay.

Snippaw growled at her father.  Even though he was her kin, her father, and the leader, she had no respect for him at all.  She thought she would make a much better leader.  She would have led an attack on the mutants and Cursedsoul a long time ago.  They would all be dead if she were leader.  She growled again, and walked off in search of her mentor. 

((I'd make intros for the rest of them if I wasn't so lazy.  xD  Don't worry though, I wont forget them.)) 

((I apologize for the lack of communication. I have no internet while in the car for 15 hours. I am still the cat who falls for Cursedsoul. [Moonwater]))

Moonwater shook herself awake and trotted from her den, the sun was in the sky and she cursed herselfthat she had not hunted the ni9ght before. It hadn't been that she was tired, but hher, wouldn't get up. It seemed as if Stoneriver had gotten some sort of sickness from one of the animal's blood and now she was coughing and stirring and waking up sometimes, but mostly sleeping. It had been one of the worst nights in a long time, but she hadn't been able to leave her twin. 

She curled her tail around herself and sat down as she emerged from the den into the bright sunlight. Usually being asleep through the day, she had forgotten how bright it was. She squinter her eyes in defense, but rays of the golden sun shot through her eyeballs, making her see her pupils. After walking around a bit, confused after being blinded, she shook herself again and the spots dissapeared. The black and red cat shivered and slunk back into her den to lay down next to her sister, protecting her from harm...

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It was a nightmare, that was what it was. Cats were dying, blood was everywhere nd instead of helping, all she was doing was licking up the blood. In her sleep, Stoneriver shuddered. She couldn't stand being part vampire and when she had drunk a poor critters blood, something she only started the night before, she felt happy and that had made the dragon part of her shut down the vampire part.

She didn't thirst for blood, not at the moment for her vampire part was struggling to break free of its hold- though her physical looks hadn't changed- and make her want blood again. She loved her sister, but it was her sister's fault that she was like this. She knew that Moonwater also felt like a monster, Stoneriver had seen the way Moonriver shuddered everytime she saaw the bit marks she had made in Stoneriver's neck. It was her fault Stoneriver had even more craving than Moonwater. It was as if she had become a double vampire, though that was impossible. She stuggled to open her eyes, but it was as if they were glued together. She finally let go and fell unconcious in a swirl of black and red and screams of pain...

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Flamesong yawned, his mouth seemed to be locked in that position for a few moments. Something cracked when he closed it, but he shooed it away, thinking it was old age, for his time on this earth was drawing nearer and nearer to a close, though he hoped not too soon. He sighed and lifted his head to the sun, closing his eyes and feeling it spread over his non-mutated body. Shaking himself, ruffling his orange coat, he wandered over to the apprentice den to see whether any of them were awake. 

When he couldn't find them, he geussed they were awake or hiding farther in the den and trotted out, his coat shimmering in the finger like rays of the sun. As it rose higher into the sky, he saw a few more cats begin to emerge. Stiffling yet another yawn, the old cat trotted over to Winterstar, a sudden look of surpressed rage on his face.

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Leopardpaw saw the way the others looked at her. It was as if she was a monster, but that wasn't possible. Sure, she had never known her father, but she was as alike to the other cats as they were. Of course, she was the runt of the litter and it was kind of strange that on every full moon she was out all night just staring at it. Her fur seemed to be longer then and in the moonlight she seemed like a much more ferocious cat, but still, she wouldn't believe it until it was proven to be true. With a sigh, she ran to find Hailfoot, brushing past their leader as she did so. She skidded to a halt and then gazed at where the leader adressed the clan. She was 11 moons and it wouldn't be long till she could be a warrior... that is, if Winterstar trusted her...

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Sunpaw raised his head to the sunlight as he crept out of the medicine cat den. His goldenfur sparkled in the incoming raise and the light breeze felt cool against his warm face. He spread his broad wings and flew up towards Featherpaw and the others. He was forbidden to love, but that didn't stop him from admiring some of the beautiful ladies. He shook these thoughts from his head, it wasn't right to be thinking about something that had been forbidden for as long as the clans had been around.

He closed his eyes and just flew, weaving around Featherpaw and Goldenpaw, just to fly.At the moment, he couldn't care less what others thought of him. He was in his element and he would like to see FrostClan try and get him all the way up here. In fact, he could see there camp a little ways off. All the cats walkig around looked like ugs to him, or prey. He sighed and flew back down to where he was actually near the others...