Shadowpaw held his breath as the cat walked away. He had only eaten about half the squirell; his shrunken stomach refused point blank to eat any more. Sly grinning inwardly, he went silently from tree to tree, following the shecat. He may as well have some fun. Glancing from side to side, he stopped in a tree a few feet in front of her, then dropped the half-eaten squirell to the ground.

Retreating quickly to the shadows of the branches, he watched and waited, wondering how she would react.

((Of course. You don't have to ask. ^_^ Just be sure to use the form. :P))

Darkpaw glanced around, sniffing around. The screech still rang in his ears, and he felt a little guilty about it. He spotted a mouse, and excitement coursed through him. He stalked forward gently, his weight on his haunches. Leaping forward, he closed his paws around the mouse and bent forward to bite it when an explosion rippled through him. Starclan help me! Darkpaw winced as the mouse skittered away, squeaking in alarm. His hind leg was numb with pain. It hurt so much to move it. Limping, he realized that he must've pulled a muscle in his right hind leg. Drawing in a shuddering breath, he had to find Talonclaw.

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Soulfire heard Foxfur, and he raced over. He hissed at the loner, glaring suspiciously.

Wrapping her tail over her nose, Brookefeather sighed and pulled her kits closer with one paw. Silverkit snuffled slightly, but Blossomkit woke up. She was a light sleeper, waking up at most of the little sounds of the night. Brookefeather would often sit watching them, soothing Blossomkit back to sleep with her tongue. Sunlight filtered through the nursery walls, making a beautiful dapple effect on the mossy floor. It was almost sunhigh, but Brookefeather had gotten no sleep last night.

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Frostheart prowled through the undergrowth, searching for something to eat. He had left camp not long ago, slipping out before patrols were ordered and he had to hunt with others. He worked better on his own, sticking to the shadows to stop himself from being seen.

OK trhanks! Well I'm going to be my faveorite character that I made, Sunstorm. She is really pretty. She is a golden-ginger she-cat and she has dark golden stripes and three paws are dark golden. Her right forepaw is white. She has a birthmark on her forehead that looks like a sun. She has long glossy fur and super pretty dark blue eyes. BTW what clan is this? Like what is it called? And Sunstorm is looking for a mate so if you guys are interested. I have a cool story to go along with her.

So some of the clan members are hunting or patrolling and they find this beautiful golden she-cat. She is kinda mean. Her temper is like Squirrelflight from Thunderclan. She is a great fighter and no one wants to get on her bad side.... yikes! lol but ya so im just gonna start RPing now. k... 

thanks a bunch, Ivypool and Sunstorm

OK this is my bio skeloton. however u spell it... lolz can soulfire be sunstorm's mate? cuz i have a kit planned out and i'll make a form for her too

 Username

Ivypool

Warriorname

Sunstorm

Gender

Female

Age

14 moons

Rank

Warrior/ mother (maybe)

Clan

Stormclan

Apperence

(Um, i have a pic that i cant get up... can someone help me with that?)

She is a golden tabby with one white paw and three dark golden paws. She has a sun birthmark on her forhead and she has long glossy fur. Pretty blue eyes. Very Beautiful cat. ^_^

Personality

She is sweet and sour. ^_^ She is kinda like Squirrelflight. She is an excilent hunter and fighter. She is a really popular cat umongst her clan.

History

Her parents died in a battle when she was a young kit. And her sister Tawnyflower is missing. (But she comes back later ^_^)

Crush

Soulfire

Mate 

open (hopefuly Soulfire)

Offspring

Desertkit (Desertstorm)

Family

(Maybe Soulfire) Desrtkit(storm)Tawnyflower

Username

Ivypool

Name

Desertkit

Warrior name

Desertstorm

Gender

Female

Age

0 moons (not born yet hopefuly soulfire will be father)

Rank

kit

Clan

Stormclan

Apperence

pale golden gingerish she-cat with light golden dots and stripes. Has ginger paws and pretty hazel eyes

Personality

Is kind and sweet and caring but can get mad too. She is a good hunter and a super fighter (like her mom!) She is very playful even as aa warrior. she gets frisky eaasily and longs for battle. but she hates them but she loves fighting (weird i know)

History

Not much history to tell yet

Crush

none

Mate

none yet open

Offspring

none yet

Family

Sunstorm, Tawnyflower, (maybe soulfire)

((Take a look at the rules and read them thoroughly. I can't accept your forms until you actually read all of the rules and do what they say. Please stop spamming. You don't need to ramble on about your characters. Just making the bios will suffice. xDD Also, about Tawnyflower... If she is a character that is going to be involved in this RP, then you need to make a form for her as well.))
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Soulfire bared his teeth, snarling roughly, "I'm not some female kittypet to be messed with, mouse-brain! I'm Soulfire, deputy of Stormclan. Leave this territory." He unsheathed his claws, his eyes threatening. A silent threat hung in the air, making the air hang heavy with suspicion and hatred. Soulfire raised his head proudly. "You have no business here on Stormclan territory, loner." He inclined his head, trying to keep his temper in check. He focused on a pile of snow, taking soft breaths. "It's difficult for any cat to find prey in leaf-bare. I wish you good hunting, but find your home in a different territory. Stormclan does not want any troubles with wandering loners."

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Dawnfur smiled warmly at Brookefeather. Yawning widely, she glanced lazily at the nursery walls, wishing for the wind whistling through her fur as she soared through the air, pouncing on an unsuspecting piece of juicy prey. The lazy, loving life of a queen was warm and comforting, but sometimes Dawnfur missed hunting in the forest all alone, the song of the wildlife raising her spirits.

Soulfire rolled his eyes, throwing a slightly amused glanced over his shoulder/ This cat was making a fool of himself! He didn't know why he was so angry before. Dropping into a crouch, he easily and swiftly moved forward, his eyes on a young robin pecking at the ground.
The robin tried to search for seeds, but the snow made it hard to find any kind of food. The robin gave up and was about to fly away when a shadow glided toward it. Soulfire pounced on the robin and nipped its neck before it could do anything. Proud of his catch, Soulfire realized that he had left his two mice behind. He rose to his paws and lunged forward, his supple body much more relaxed as he raced back to where he had buried his kill.

Soulfire had been able to fit the two mice and the robin in his jaws all at once because they were so small and skinny. The pathetic prey was still prey though, and he lay it regretfully on the prey pile, praying to Starclan that their Clan would make it through the tough leaf-bare.

After Dawnfur's warm smile, Brookefeather had closed her eyes and drifted off. Now, she opened one eye to see her kits still asleep in a furry, snoring heap. Licking the top of Silverkit's head, she stood up and arched her back, stretching until her tail quivered. Shooting a glance over at Dawnfur and Dovekit, Brookefeather proceeded to make her way out of the nursery and into the clearing. Heading over to the fresh-kill pile, she picked up a juicy-looking thrush in her jaws, the taste making her mouth water. She sat down in a patch of sunlight, making the most of her peace while it lasted, before Blossomkit and Silverkit woke up again. Watching the rest of the Clan make their way through the day always calmed Brookefeather. It was soothing to her to know that every cat was there, keeping the camp safe going about their lives.

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Frostheart was making his way back to camp, two mice and a squirrel jammed into his mouth. He struggled slightly under the weight of his catches, and let out a quiet sigh of relief when he got back to camp and dropped them with the rest. He saw from the size of the pile that the hunting patrol had been, gone and come back. Sitting down in the dappled sunlight, Frostheart began to groom himself, gliding his tongue across his black and white fur in long, rythmic strokes.