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//do ittttttttt//

Snowflank shook her head. "No I would like to pick them together." She intertwined their tails. "Everything should be fine soon, I hope." She said with a small smile. "This could have been avoided though." She looked down.

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Username: Portal_Caline
Cat name: Icetooth
Moons old: 36
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Picture/Description: SUCH A PRETTY CAT
Personality: Calm and motherly. Shes like a mother to all the cats in her clan, and she personally prefers hunting to feed everyone over fighting. She will fight to the death to save her clan if she had to.

Kin: Whiteleap, whiteleap's brother, whiteleap's unfortunately dead father
History: After a bit of living with whiteleap's other sibling, she felt a longing to be with her youngest son. Whiteleap was the second and last kit born in the litter of two, and whiteleap's brother felt that if it would make his mother happy, she should go be with whiteleap.
Password: Grassclan
Other: PRETTY CAT OK

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Whiteleap nods and touches his nose to her cheek. "Well i guess we'll pick them another time, and i promise we'll go as soon as grumpy wishflower lets you go" he snorts a little

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//hell yes accepted boIIIIIII//

Snowflank purrs. "Maybe Wishflower will let you curl up with me in the den." She looked forward.

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"She'd better, because theres no way im leaving your side" he purrs playfully. "We'd better head back before wishflower comes back and drags us by the ears"

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Snowflank nodded. "Maybe I can use some rest." She winced when she started to want back to the den. "Great Starclan... Wishflower was right." Her entire body suddenly ached.

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"Here, lean against me, don't stress yourself out" he meows softly, leaning against her. "Honestly i don't want you getting hurt again, so i guess we should listen to wishflower from now on"

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(YOU KNOW WHAT I FEEL LIKE MAKING ANOTHER CAT TOO)

Username: SandeviRae
Cat name: Ferntail (Formerly Ivycreek)
Moons old: 24
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Picture/Description:
Personality: She's a very energetic and spontaneous cat, sometimes considered to be a bit crazy. Surprisingly, her somewhat erratic personality greatly compliments her fighting style, making her highly unpredictable. She has several earrings in her right ear, and enjoys collecting, well, pretty much anything collectible. She especially enjoys shiny things. She has quite a mighty temper, but is actually a goshdarned sweetheart once you get to know her.
Kin: Unknown kittypet parents, unknown kittypet siblings
History: Fernwing was bred in a twoleg community, meant to be sold along with her siblings. However, while playing in the backyard with her siblings, the twolegs watching over her and her siblings became distracted, and she managed to squeeze out through a crack in the fence bordering a nearby forest, in which she escaped to. Fernwing was taken into a nearby clan and was dubbed "Ivykit," or "Ivycreek," after she became a warrior to the clan had taken her in. Later on, however, due to unenclosed reasons, she cut off ties to this clan, becoming nameless for a period of time before she took on the mantle of Fernwing. For several moons, she simply wandered between clan territories, doing as she pleased, though she soon became lonely. She first encountered Fruitclan when she was about 18 moons, joining the clan later on.
Password: Fruitplans
Other: Fernwing's tail whipped back and forth as she sighted her prey. She streaked through the forest, enjoying the thrill of the hunt. She laughed, slowing to a stop, when a metallic scent struck her nostrils. Blood. She trotted off in the direction of the smell, coming across Darkflight and Thornpaw staring up in a tree. "Yo, whatcha lookin at?" She inquired curiously.

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//accepted~//

"A-Alright..." She hesitantly leaned on him. "I am happy we did not make it very far..." She sighed as she walked.

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//Isnt that an ocelot

"I am too" he says, guiding her back to the medicine cat den, and helping her lay down.

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// I need to do something while I wait for wishflower

Wolfpaw dragged herself into one of the dens. She noticed the smell. Herbs? She coughed a little then searched for some marigold, she can still remember all the herbs and there uses. She ignored the other cats in the den, a trail of blood was left from her legs being dragged.

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Whiteleap hesitantly watches wolfpaw. "Im honestly worried about her..." he whispers, curling up next to snowflank, watching wolfpaw cautiously.

//devi thats an ocelot i just found that picture on google xD

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Snowflank groaned as she laid in her nest. "I wish I could help her." She panted slightly. "I feel like I just walk all of the territory twice."

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Wolfpaw froze. Dropping the marigold, she starts muttering. "Darkness will fall upon the clan, only one can stop it. A darkness will rise and all will fall under its spell."

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Whiteleap looks up at wolfpaw, listening to her mumbling, growing stiff as he does. he protectively curls up around snowflank and narrows his eyes, watching wolfpaw carefully. "Something isnt right.."

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Wolfpaws body trembles, her vision grew blurry. She suddenly fainted. Her mind was blank. "What's going on?" Her voice echoed in her mind.

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Snowflank gasped. She yelled for Flintstar. Hoping their leader will be able to understand what she said.

Flintstar quickly ran to the den. "What's wrong?!" She looked at the fainted apprentice. "Oh Starclan no..."

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Whiteleap looks up at Flintstar with a serious and stone cold expression. "Wolfpaw was...mumbling something. Something about darkness falling upon the clan, and only one can stop it...it must be a prophecy, and we have no business knowing of it but..."

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(Yes Ik that's an ozzy)
(But ozzies are still felines and she technically has ocicat ancestry so close nuff)

"I-is that a kitten up there?" Fernwing exclaimed "What are y'all doin' just gawking at it! Go help it down!" She took a running jump to scale the tree, scrambling up to the knothole in which the kitten resided in. The poor thing was in a pitiable condition, all skin and bones, with terrible wounds all along her back, a bloody bruise at the back of her head. As gently as she could, Fernwing picked the tiny kitten up by her scruff, gingerly inching down the tree trunk. She set the small kitten on the ground for a moment to talk. "I'm going to bring this little one back to Wishflower." She picked the kitten back up again, carrying her unconscious body to camp as quick as she could without jostling the kitten's frail body unnecessarily much. She dashed to the medicine den, setting the kitten down gingerly. "Wishflower! Are you here? I found a kitten I need you to look at!" She called from outside, nosing her way into the den with the kitten.

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Whiteleap looks up at fernwing. "Another stray kit, and more injuries? what is this clan coming to, we'll be out of herbs if everyone keeps getting injured like this!" he stand up, lashing his tail and he sniffs at the kit, curling his nose. "Where did you find this one"

//i think im gonna make whiteleap that one grumpy warrior thats secretly a huge softie

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//jfc just like Whitestep xD

Wishflower froze. Her breath started rapidly increasing in pace. "Flintstar, may I speak to you? Alone." She said, tryjng to calm down.

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