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Fruitclan-(Accepting/Semi-literate)-Warriors
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Inactive RPs → Fruitclan-(Accepting/Semi-literate)-WarriorsFlintstar shrugged. "I do understand her anger. She believed killing the badger would make her deputy." She flicked her ear. "But she is angered too quickly. I wouldn't want that for my clan."
//Stonefoot is hella fabbu
and i didnt think i could pull off being an elder either pffff
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//Ye m8 you were accepted

Mint ran like the whole forest was after her. "A clan? That's new..." She mumbled to herself .
Dewstorm padded into the camp with his catch and set it down proudly. He looked up and spotted wolfpaw trying to get to the medicine cat den.
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Willow opened her eyes. She was shivering, on the banks of the river , cold, and hungry. She scrambled to her paws and looked around. "Ow..."
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also "I'd like to hear what stonefur would have to SAT" -shot-//
Whiteleap dipped his head and purred, heading out of Flintstar's den himself. He padded into the warriors den and yawned. "I suppose I couldnt take a nap." He said, curling up in his nest.
Stonefoot found himself unable to sleep. He couldnt tell why, perhaps his nest needed to be changed? He shook his head. "This nest is as comfortable as a nest could be." He snorted, sitting up. He began to groom his fur, unable to think of anything else to do.
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i haven't rp'ed in like 2-3 years though so i might be a little rusty, but we'll see))
Cat name: Weaselmask
Moons old: 28
Gender: Tom / Male
Rank: Warrior
Picture/Description:

higher resolution, art made by me
Muscular and thick-coated. Slightly larger than average size of a tom.
Personality:
Although his intentions are good, he's prone to talking quite harshly most of the time. Known for his high expectations of others, and if one does not fulfill these standards, which is most of the time anyway, he'll turn out to be quite a bit disappointed. But his strikingly fierce nature aside, once you get to know his good side, you'll most likely find a good-hearted cat always doing his best to please the whole clan.
Comes from a long line of regular Fruitclan warriors, with maybe a few exceptions aside. Both of his parents are now deceased, his mother Cloudface of natural causes, and his father Thistletail from a lethal snake bite.
Naturally born in the clan he actually doesn't have that much of a significant past. Sure, he has fought many battles, one resulting in a big and easily noticeable scar on his left shoulder blade, but nothing out of the ordinary. Lives to work for his clan and always tries his best at that.
Following the pathway he had chosen, Weaselmask carried a squirrel in his maw, holding it lightly so that he wouldn't crush it, but just enough so that it wouldn't fall on the ground as he walked amongst the woods. The sweet smell of fresh prey filled the tom's nostrils and made him almost want to stop and eat right there, but as it was against the code and the rules, he ignored his own selfish desires and continued heading towards the camp. The sound of the forest and the birds caught his attention, wondering if he could quickly catch more prey for the clan. Glancing at the sky and realizing that the sun was going down and there was no more time to waste he picked up his pace, and now travelled at a slight trot, occasionally switching between running too.

niceee now my squad can witness my terrible roleplaying skills :'//////////
also that art is rlly rad