ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Leaf]

@EliteHotDog Yas flurfy) Ebonypaw shrugged and leapt at Winterpaw, coming from her right.

[EliteHotDog]

@Leaf ))) Winterpaw leaped, but not high enough. Her legs were hit by her flying friend and she spiraled out of control. She quickly got up and braced herself for the next attack.

[Leaf]

@EliteHotDog ) Ebonypaw tried the same move again from earlier and shot out his paw, aiming for her feet again.

[EliteHotDog]

@Leaf ))) Winterpaw rolled away from the paw and jabbed at Ebonypaw's left shoulder.

[Leaf]

@EliteHotDog ) Ebonypaw stumbled to the right, then quickly turned and leapt at her again.

[doghouse]

(For anyone)
Redmoon sighed, glancing around the clearing. The air smelled of pine needles and sap, just the way it always had. How the other Clans thought it was a bad scent, she didn't know. But then, all Clans had their own sense of what they liked. No cats were the same, though all were similar in one way or another. The pretty tortoiseshell molly stood, padding over to the fresh-kill pile and picking out a mouse and sitting at the edge of camp. She decided that afterwards she'd go hunting in the thicker parts of the pine forest, eager to feel the countless seasons' worth of pine needles, soft beneath her paws. She wouldn't have it any other way. Redmoon looked up to see the dark pines above, blocking out most of the light. It felt good though. The meager light kept her cool, and safe from the ruthless rays of sunlight that beat down upon the Clans. Sometimes, Redmoon wondered if the heat would ever cease, though the young warrior knew it would, just as it always had. She took a bite of her mouse, though it tasted bitter to her, and she barely managed to swallow it. She pushed it away with one forepaw, not feeling hungry anymore. With a grunt, Redmoon stood and padded towards the entrance, looking once over her shoulder before slipping out of camp and into ShadowClan territory.

[lone]

~for @toothlost!~

Badgerkit padded into the clearing, yawning as he did so, his black and white pelt neatly groomed as usual and his expression one of serenity. Lostkit! He thought, remembering the kit he had met yesterday, and a grin spread over his maw. He was looking forwards to getting to know her better, although he had spoken to her for quite a while yesterday and felt as though he knew her pretty well already. But there was probably more that he was missing...he was never the best on picking up at subtle things, although he could just feel that there was something missing from Lostkit's past that she wasn't telling him. He looked around for the she kit, wondering how hard she could be to spot...she does look different from pretty much anyone else here, he thought with a slight twinge of regret. It wasn't that he thought Lostkit wasn't as good as the rest of the other cats...but she was definitely different, and he was wondering how the other kits were going to take to her. He hoped that they wouldn't judge her at first sight, because she really was a great kit, and maybe they would be able to see as he had done. Besides, she really was a lot of fun...and she seemed to be able to get around just as well without her eyesight at any rate. He glanced around for her again, his eyes skimming over the other cats in hopes of seeing the familiar grey pelt of Lostkit.

[EliteHotDog]

@Leaf º-º Winterpaw dashed around him and prepared to ram his other shoulder. (I say what my fighting cat is about to do so that the other person can choose if it happens or not.)

[Leaf]

@EliteHotDog ) Ebonypaw grunted as he hit the ground. "I think almost got you that time," he said with a smile.

[EliteHotDog]

@Leaf ) "You did almost get me. I need to step up my game." Winterpaw joked.