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IceClan and FireClan
Forum-Index → Roleplay → IceClan and FireClanCurrent Name: Bumblestar
Warrior/Med Cat Name:Bumbleheart
Age: 36 Moons
Gender:Male
Rank: Leader
Fur Color:Yellow with gray stripes
Eye Color: Brown
Abnormalities:
Personality: He is nice and kind of shy.
Background Info: He was originally going to be named Tigerkit
Additional Info:He was captured by IceClan and tortured, so he hates IceClan.
(PS:Skunkfur is a queen, she is a warrior in the ranks. Also,anyone can take over as Nettleheart's parents.)
Sorry I took so long. My tablet screwed up,and I can't type fast enough on my TV, so it took a while. Also, may I ask something through PM/PalPad?
also, my tablets keyboards charging port got ripped out somehow so im typing on my tablet screen, which takes some getting used to. so please excuse any typos.
RP THREAD IS OPEN!!! AS SOON AS YOUR CAT IS ACCEPTED, YOU MAY BEGIN RPING WHENEVER YOU'D LIKE!! just please remember the rules..
Also, i have rearranged the cats of Fireclan so please be sure to take a look. thanks!
also, as you rp, please be sure to follow the rules!
Brokensky as usual was grumbling to herself, the day hadn't reached sun-high at all, but she waited with a grimace on her face for some of the other warriors to get up so that she could lead an early morning patrol across the border and near the neutral territory. Prey had been reasonably easy to catch these days and had been generally plentiful.
Still means we can't keep our guard down around those fox hearts. She hissed to herself in her head. With a look over her shoulder to the dens, she opened her jaws in a long yawn and stretched her back in an arch to rid herself away of any tiredness that may linger.
She was eager not for a fight with FireClan, but just to prove that they hadn't been near their territory, the deputy was sceptical of their rival clan, not just for them being rivals, but she had always found them to have guarded personalities and attitudes around others, as if they were restraining themselves from saying something. Untrustworthy. Brokensky grumbled at thinking about it but with an angry lash of her tail, she looked up at the slightly clouded early morning. Are they all gonna sleep there till Sun High? she thought quite impatiently with a twitch of her whiskers.
(Might rp Sandpaw once FireClan gets a bit more active - don't think there would really be anything for him to do! xD)
Gravelfur grumbled as he nosed through FireClan's herb supply. He seemed to be running low on tansy and yarrow; he'd have to go out sometime soon and restock. He wondered to himself if any Warrior would be willing to help out.
DewDrop yawned, laying down on the ground near the Medicine Cat Den. She watched Brokensky, before standing, stretching, and padding into her den, grumbling about Poppy Seeds and Catmint.
Moonclaw licked down her stomach quietly.
Moonclaw flopped back onto her back. "Boooored," she mumbled. She's already hunted, and as far as she knew, she wasn't scheduled to be on any other type of patrol that day.
DewDrop stuck her nose out of her den. "You could go hunting again." She pointed out. "Or you can help me sort herbs."
"Hmm... Hunting, I guess," Moonclaw said as she stood. "I'm not very good with herbs." She nodded at Dewdrop before leaving camp again, too tired to be snarky.
Burningsoul paced around camp impatiently. The rest of her clanmates were either sleeping or away on patrol, and she was told not to leave camp. She was so....bored. Nothing was happening....and on top of that, her temper was uncontrollably rising again. Her pace quickened, and her claws gripped the earth tightly as she padded about. For so,e reason she felt the itch to run, felt the itch to leave camp, but she shouldn't. Instead she kept pacing, her frustration growing invariably.