Thunderclan Camp

They like eachother, I can tell. TUmblepaw thought, almost smiling.
" Hawkkit, I'm going to go show Icekit something out of camp that she'l need to know when she's an apprentice." Tumblepaw said, winking at Icekit.

"Yah." Icekit agreed.

Tumbleoaw led the way out.

"I don't like the way HawkKit eyes me sometimes..."said Icekit. She shivered. Icekit wasn't sure if it was from the cold....or something else.
"It looks like he's eyeing a juicy bit of prey or something."

" I dunno.." Tumblepaw murmured.

"So, off to find the gray cat, right? I think you should give me a more... descriptive description." Icepaw said.

Warrior name: Mistypaws
Looks: A black pelt, with streaks of tan and white paws. Her face is black, with a streak of white running down the middle.
Information about them you want us to know: I am a good hunter, and make very good nests.


" The gray cat?" Asks Mistypaws.

"Oh! Um, uh, nothing..."

Darkstar padded into camp, her paws stained with blood, as she returned from yet, another battle on the dogs that had invaded the territory, only to set off by herself, in fear that her Clan would not survive, on it's lack of warriors, leaving her job to the deputy.

She breathed in the scent of ThunderClan, and announced her arrival with a booming voice, "Darkstar is back!" she rejoiced.

~Darkstar
Leader of Thunderclan

Tumblepaw sighed. " Nothing Mistypaw. THe gray cat is gray with white underbelly and .. Blue eyes."

Darkstar skip-padded to her leaders' den, and slipped into it.

Moonclaw looked around camp. Nothing really new.

"Bo-ring. Totally boring." sighed Icepaw.

Warrior name: Deadhold
Looks: A large Ragdoll cat, very thickly furred, quite pale in colour, a grey that looks slightly lilac, white underbelly, paws and nose, blue eyes
Information about them you want us to know: Hmm, she isn't much of a talker and neither is she much of an angel.

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Deadhold surveyed the clan camp with little interest, her pale grey-blue eyes half closed against the midday sun. Here she was, another clan, another beginning. Did nothing ever change? The queen shook her head softly, before making her way down towards the camp, pace even and steady. What foolish cats would she meet here, eh? She had little hope for peace in Thunderclan. They were well-known to be talkative and do-gooders. Now why didn't she choose Shadowclan? She had as much respect for them as she did Thunderclan, which was very little. They were a pathetic bunch who scrapped over nothing and constantly tried, and failed, to overthrow each other.
Pausing on the edge of the camp, the she-cat crouched beside a bush and watched the cats already there. She saw several apprentices and a few older cats, speaking together. Satisfied with her inspection, Deadhold rose from her crouched position and made her way into the territory. She walked straight past the various gathered cats, her large form making her an impressive creature, heading in the direction of the leaders den. She knew from experience that was likely to be the quietest place in the camp, where she would hardly be bothered by chatty cats.
Once she reached the den, she made herself comfortable in a shallow ditch beside it, curling herself up and resting her head on her thick and fluffy tail. From there, with half-closed eyes, she watched the rest of the cats at play and talk with her usual lack of interest. Why would she be interested in them? She'd never held much interest for anything in her life.

Icekit stared at Deadhold. She never really like that cat...she padded up to her, feeling like a warrior. "Deadhold...I know you don't like us. You don't like Thunderclan." she said. She thought of EvilHeart.

" C'mon Icepaw." Tumblepaw urged, she wanted to get out while she could.

Icekit sighed. "Fine."

Tumblepaw led the way out of camp, dodging Moonclaw in the prosess.

"So.......where should we start?" Icepaw asked. "Wait-where have you seen the cat in your dreams? Is it a real place? Maybe the cat will be there in real life! Or have you just seen the cat's face?"
((Let's just forget about EvilHeart, OK? I don't like him anymore....))

(( Okay.))

" Well," Tumblepaw replied, " I've only seen the face, but I've seen dense pine trees in the background. I think it might've been ShadowClan territory." Tumblepaw said.

"Actually, that would probably be near the thunderpath. You know how it gets denser there." she doesn't know how she knows that. I mean, she learned from some apprentice informers, but she feels deja fu like on that topic.... Like she crossed through that territory when she was young.

((So, I can make a new character who doesn't get sorted? Or do I HAVE to sort?))

Tumblepaw shook her head. " I'm sure its ShadowClan territory." Tumblepaw said, and turned tail, starting toward the ShadowClan border.

"OKay." Icekit said. "If you say so..."

Tumblepaw neared the ShadowClan border, and slowed down. She was a bit nervous.

So much for peace and quiet. Irritated by the Kit who seemed to know her name and everything else about her, the she-cat growled menacingly. "Kitty, it is wise not to assume things. That could get you killed someday." As if to prove her words, Deadhold unsheathed her claws and yawned widely, displaying her dangerous teeth.
When the kit left with her friend, Deadhold gave a contented sigh and curled herself back up again. "Go and play little kitty. While you still can." She muttered to herself, whiskers twitching in bored amusement.