Post by F*R*O*S*T*Y on Sept 20, 2008 10:18:09 GMT -5
((Mkay, Runningtail's first litter are going to become warriors (since Blood left) and same with Frostfang's last kit, I'm just gonna say that Blood's kits died...and Frostfang is sad about that...Oh and I'm using Leopardclaw as the leader of FireClan because he's the deputy. (and he'll receive his leader name and lives pretty soon.) and it wont be temporary....))
Leopardclaw jumped onto the highrock, and cleared his throut. (cant spell xD) It had been a while since Frostfang's and Runningtail's kits had been made apprentices, by the former leader, Shadowstar. Frostfang's daughter Nightpaw had moved to Leafclan. Half her litter had died on a patrol from some badgers, and her mate, Smogclaw, had died. Now all that was left in this clan of her kin was Snowpaw, the beautiful pure white shecat, that was always so shy. The red furred leader felt pity on Frostfang. The queen had been through so much, and yet held in there. "Would all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather roud' the highrock!" He yowled tossing all the memories away.
Frostfang sat a little aways from the highrock. All left of her kin in this clan were her brother and her daughter Snowpaw. Her other kits had died, and one moved to Leafclan to fufill a destiny, even unknown to starclan. She looked up to see Snowpaw next to the highrock, the senior apprentice had changed since she was a kit. Her fur had gotten whiter, and thicker. And the confidence in her eyes had grown stronger. Today was her day, and she was going to feel proud.
Snowpaw sat next to the highrock, excited, and sad at the same time. If only Nightpaw were here...She thought to herself, missing her sister. And the rest of my syblings... Her white fur sparkled in the light, as she waited for her littermates, in which had waited so long to become warriors.
Leopardclaw jumped onto the highrock, and cleared his throut. (cant spell xD) It had been a while since Frostfang's and Runningtail's kits had been made apprentices, by the former leader, Shadowstar. Frostfang's daughter Nightpaw had moved to Leafclan. Half her litter had died on a patrol from some badgers, and her mate, Smogclaw, had died. Now all that was left in this clan of her kin was Snowpaw, the beautiful pure white shecat, that was always so shy. The red furred leader felt pity on Frostfang. The queen had been through so much, and yet held in there. "Would all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather roud' the highrock!" He yowled tossing all the memories away.
Frostfang sat a little aways from the highrock. All left of her kin in this clan were her brother and her daughter Snowpaw. Her other kits had died, and one moved to Leafclan to fufill a destiny, even unknown to starclan. She looked up to see Snowpaw next to the highrock, the senior apprentice had changed since she was a kit. Her fur had gotten whiter, and thicker. And the confidence in her eyes had grown stronger. Today was her day, and she was going to feel proud.
Snowpaw sat next to the highrock, excited, and sad at the same time. If only Nightpaw were here...She thought to herself, missing her sister. And the rest of my syblings... Her white fur sparkled in the light, as she waited for her littermates, in which had waited so long to become warriors.