Survivingclan
 

Basically, this clan without any powers existed, but a group of coyotes destroyed it, the name was Survivingclan, of course it didn't survive. LOL. The leader disappeared and deputy, and medicine cat, but a young 6 moon old cat who I RP named Radishpaw, had a sign from Starclan and decided to come here and reform a clan, she will be the medicine cat, yet she doesn't know anything, cats may help teach her and stuff, but like no med. apprentice, she will try to teach the the clan the ways of a clan, since they don't exactly know it, some cats who are elder age may supposidly be born in the clan while it was destroyed.

Hop right it, no form necessary, unless you wish to be the leader or deputy!


Radishpaw swished her tail in the den, she loved the smell, how anyone couldn't love the fresh smell of cobweb, marygold and many other herbs, she could never understand, she tried to learn from the left over herbs that weren't fresh, she knew what they looked like and that was about it.

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Oakkit ran around playfully with a ball of moss hooked to his claw, his green eyes shining and black and white pelt smooth with dust on his belly and tail. He was an older kit, almost old enough to start training but more happy with playing and not having responsibilities.
He threw the ball of moss to no one, then ran up and pounced on it, mewling happily.

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Oakkit sent the ball flying across the clearing and was unable to see where it landed, he sniffed the air, hoping it would be easy to scent but too many moss scents were around.

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Skinkkit laid in the nursery, looking around. She spotted a leaf on he stony ground, and got up and padded over to it. The wind started to blow it away, and Skinkkit leaped at it as it left the nursery. She spotted Oakkit, and padded over to him. "What are you doing?" Skinkkit asked him.

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"I'm looking for my moss, I gotta track it like a warrior." He replied, trying to think of something that would make his moss's scent easier to find. "I took it from your nest so it smells like you."

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Oakkit caught sent of the moss smelling of his denmate. He followed the sent to the base of a dead tree, he looked up and saw it on a branch about two and a half fox lengths up. "The wind must have caught it when I hit it up, no way I flinged it up way high." He said, looking at the moss. (purposeful bad grammer talking because kit.)

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What may the form be for the two open hrs?)

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Skinkkit padded off, looking around for something to do. She spotted another leaf on the ground. The wind picked up and the leaf rushed away. Skinkkit chased after it and soon, it slipped out of camp. "Mouse dung!" The kit growled under her breath. "No way I'm going out of camp. A coyote would kill me right away." She padded towards the nursery and sat down in it, grooming her fur. She spotted two moss balls sitting in the den that other kits gave up playing with. She rushed over to them and dangled one in her paw. She threw it up and leaped in the air as it was in the air also, and caught it in her mouth quickly, like it was a swift bird! She spat it out of her mouth and licked her paw, getting the bad moss taste out of her mouth.

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Oakkit looked up at the tree with narrowed eyes, crouching down and pouncing up the trunk, digging his claws into the bark her clawed his way up to the branch. Clinging to the branch, he clawed his way down the branch till he reached the moss ball. He looked down at how high he ways and called out happily, standing so he was no longer crouched against the branch. "Hey look! Look! Look at how highs up I am!"