[wren]

Originally Posted by Sasukewolf (madness)

Stormfinder, A long furred molly with the colors of gray, white and shades of brown splashed upon her fur stepped out of the warrior den. Her soft pelt moved with the wind a bit as she looks up to the sky, her mixed colored eyes shined a bit in the sunlight. Her left eye was like the color of the forest green with shades of brown here and there while her left eye was as blue as water despite them being different it was easy to get lost in. She purrs a soft silky purr as she begins to walk out the the clearing. Her tail waved gracefully as she walks like a queen one might even say. Soon she reaches the fresh kill pile and began to pick the smallest thing so it would be out of the way from the others who most likely enjoy a bigger meal. She soon begins to find a warm spot under the bright beautiful sun and begins to sit down eating quietly to herself. She was a interesting molly one might say, she may seem elegant and graceful but she’s far from that. She’s head strong and does have a way with words. A flirty playful cat that happens to be a huge romantic yet many can’t get enough of her... but still she does have some flaws. A memory haunts her day and night and she can’t just forget it. When she came face to face with her first rouge as a apprentice, she fought a rouge that goes by the name Hades and That... scarred her for life. Why? Because her friend, one might say her first died in the most painful of ways in the claws of that tom and she was forced to watch it. To hear it. The pained screams and begs to save him.. but she was frozen. She couldn’t do anything.. and hades .. he just laughed and walked off as if it was a normal thing. But the scar over her light eye tell her otherwise. She quickly snaps out of her thoughts shaking her head quickly as she stands up. “ ... I need to forget..” she says in her elegant almost husky voice.
@Celestial

The crisp morning was clear, the lazy clouds retreated towards the highstone's just as the sun made an appearance over the forest setting the forest alight with orange and red. Palethunder was seated just outside the camp wall. He had awoken early due to a crow cawing angrily at something outside. He would have appreciated more sleep but it truly seemed there was little to no time for such things. With a yawn the Tom drew his tongue across his paw and began rubbing his ears and face, washing away last nights sleepiness with gentle strokes to his pale fur. Once fully groomed the Tom looked handsome in the lighting, his tall posture and slender body making him even more beautiful to look at. He was aware of others looking at him sometimes which made him wince, the Attenion was hard to handle sometimes. With a heavy sigh the feline stretched out his long legs and back before sitting himself down again, the dawn patrol would be sent out soon! Or perhaps he could catch someone to go hunt with. If he stayed in camp he would become irate witht the serene amount of laziness from other cats that weren't serving thunderclan to the best of their Abilties which would result in him yelling and screaming at them. Not a good idea. He gently lifted himself to his paws and began a slow trot towards the apprentices den, if anything an apprentice would willingly follow him out, and perhaps since all of his kin where- gone he would have loved a chance to mentor them just a little bit. He missed the pride he used to feel when watching his kits, watching them grow, than slowly the pain of relizing they where finally gone. Like everyone in his life. Gone. the large warrior made his way toward the den before ducking his head under the thicket. He peeked around and noticed how some of the nests where barren an empty. They were out with mentors or something, his eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting and he called out for someone. "Hey. Wake up sleepy heads" he whispered harshly. "Let's get a hop on the day shall we, feed the clan as a nice surprise perhaps?" he asked into the darkness. He than began to shuffle his paws with impatience. When nobody answered he retreated his skull. Typical.