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The fluffy, chocolate colored molly glanced at the sleeping two-legs. Perfect. Finishing the bowl of flavorless food she'd gotten she licked her maw, planning her escape. The prey had been hiding in her territory, she'd have to move soon if they didn't come out again before Leaf-bare. She saw the dog's exit, moving quietly through the flap and leaping onto the fence. For how soft and defenseless she looked, she was decently agile and intelligent in deception and escape of two-legs.

Leaping out of the two-leg territory, the molly, named Coffee by her old two-legs, walked into the forest. Her yellow eyes gazed at a small pathetic mouse. She was glad the two-legs had fed her, because she'd starve with all the lack of prey around here. She continued into the trees and grass, letting wind ruffle her thick fur.

Coffee found herself on alert at the smell of cats, fur bristling and eyes widening. With two-legs, she was confident and convincing with deceptive tricks, with cats she was somewhat skittish until she could trust them. It was to late, however, to go back to the mouse-brained two-legs.

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Lion allowed himself to be taken into the land of calmness, becoming completely still. He then silently stalked forward and sprung, catching the mouse between his jaws and killing it. His eyes glittered in triumph and he made his way inti some shade, knowing that the day was supposed to be hot, according to his predictions. The crystal gaze of Lion contrasted greatly from his, long golden fur. It was a wonder how he could blend in at all with all the dark greenery in the area.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he finished his meal. Time for his daily walk.

Bear scrambled to escape the clutches of the brambles, but no prevail. He sighed and slumped in defeat, hissing softly. "Wonderful." The brown tom grumbled and looked around, lifting his nose as to search for the scent of anyone who could help. "Hello? Can anybody hear me? I'm stuck!" He managed to call, growling at any sharp point that prodded his captured form. "Please?"

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Coffee pricked her ears but shrunk back a bit, she swore she heard cats. She took a deep breath, continuing forwards with her ears pulled back and tail lowered. "H-hello?" She called out.

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Bear perked up, a breath of relief escaping him. "Hello? Please, help me! I'm caught in a bramble bush!" He called. His eyes lit up at the successful plan of getting noticed by a cat, rather than a dog or badger. Bear's ears flicked back against his head and he tried to seem pleading and helpless.

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"O-okay.." Coffee approached the tom, beginning to tear the brambles away.
(thinking of making her my main loner, can Lion and Bear possibly be her friends?)

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NAME: Branchcloud
AGE: 25 moons
PRONOUNS: he/him
PERSONALITY: Branchcloud is a rather overprotective tom. He will protect Raven with his life, as well as Bitterstorm and Guardianheart. He is mostly sweet around those he likes, but gets very prickly around strangers, and can put up a real fight.
APPEARANCE: He is a wiry brown tom with a white stripe down his back, white paws, ear tips, and tail tip.
OTHER THINGS WORTH KNOWING: Raven (already in this group) Is his mate (they may have kits), Bitterstorm and Guardianheart are his siblings (Bitterstorm is in the Dusk Syndicate, and Guardianheart is in ShadowClan)

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Bear was finally able to jump free, yelping with triumph. He quickly shook himself, gazing at the cat. "Thanks for helping. I'm Bear, who are you?" The tom cocked his head, a relieved twinkle within his mud-coloured gaze.

Lion padded through the forest, his head held high. He felt rather lonely, walking along each and every day alone. He sighed, suddenly stopping. A thought crossed his mind. He was utterly alone. "I've been alone almost all my life," Lion mumbles to himself, the realization sinking in.

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Accepted

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Raven's paws felt as if they were made of stone, yet she padded on. How did she do it? She didn't know. How was she still alive? She didn't know. The only thing she was sure of as she padded onward, was that she was going somewhere and somewhere safe. She didn't care exactly where it was, If it was in a hollow tree,it was under a bramble bush, even if it was near two-legs. No, the only thing that mattered was that it was somewhere, and somewhere safe.

Her black pelt brushed her mates wiry brown one. She turned her gaze to him and sighed, burying her nose in his fur. It was unbelievably painful to be doing what she was doing. She had been a traveler, but she had stopped for a while. Now the only cat she was with was her mate: Branchcloud.

When she had lived with other cats, a group of them in fact, she had gotten used to living with them. The scent of other cats, sharing food with them. When she had first joined, she was reluctant. She had always been a rouge, what was the point of being in a group. But somehow, the fierce and prickly raven had come to like living in a group. It surprised her, greatly, especially when she started to have a soft-spot towards one of the members. After a while, she had grown to like living in a group, maybe even to respect Redclaw a little bit. She would like a home with other cats, just to feel better about the group falling apart.

As her mind returned to the present, she was aware that, that life was gone now. She had to get used to being a rouge again. It was part of life, it always had been. She focused her senses on the grass rustling in the wind, on the butterflies and other things, but it was hard. Raven focused on Branchcloud again. She nuzzled his shoulder, though her gaze was clouded with worry.