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Name: Cloudyfoot
Gender: Male
Rp Example: Jostling and shuffling his paws quietly, Hareskip was furious with himself for not speaking when Singenight was proclaimed leader. The tom was dumbfounded by the events that had snatched so many lives, and the fact that Dapplestar stepped down are him look on ward with fear for the future, especially when the new leader threw StarClan away. Hareskip's tail lashed in a sudden outburst, agrivation permeating from he tom. You should have spoken your opinion, you selfish prat!Hareskip scolded himself internally; he would never forgive himself for his actions that could have he led the future of the clan; his clan. The tom wanted to howl all of the hatred for himself and Singenight up to the stars; Hareskip wanted his ancestors to hear his pains, to hear what they were leaving. Though he knew that StarClan would never purposely leave, it felt as though they were evaporating without a fight; as though they had forgotten their long lost heritage.

Hareskip's orange muzzle twinged with worry; his clan was falling into the Dark Forest's paws, and he knew how troubling and harsh they could be. Hareskip didn't want WindClan to become enduldged in their crimes, but he knew that it wouldn't be possible for a small, weak tom like him to overthrow an entire clan of cats who thrived for blood. All he could do was hope that the darkness the bloodthirsty cats brought with them would be driven out; doubts lingered in his mind though, keeping his blue eyes sorrowful.

Well, it would only do them good if I starved, Hareskip thought glumly. Though he disliked himself beyond belief, Hareskip knew that he could be something of value to the clan, and he could only do that if he stayed well-fed, rather than malnourished and more weak and fragile than his tiny body permitted. Heavingnhimself to his small paws, Hareskip trotted over to the fresh-kill pile, his orange-tabby tail waving wildly in the air, and his cream-colored coat twinkling somewhat in the afternoon sun. Graspingbhus jaws around a small rabbit, Hareskip walked over to a darker, more shady spot; though the air was brisk, and snow spotted the ground, the tom always favoured the darker spots that the clearing held; it gave Hareskip a comforting feeling as he laid there, chewing slowly on the rabbit, tearing small tufts of fur off of the prey. The older warrior felt as though he were a kit again, whenever he sat in the dim spots of the snowy clearing; he had been a kit when his first leaf-bare came, and the nursery was cool and dark. The feeling of his mother's presence struck him, making Hareskip temporarily subdued in the memories of the past, causing his blue eyes to go blank as he gnawed on his rabbit, making it wet and slobbery.
Other: Cloudyfoot is in RiverClan. I'm also in the Pacific time zone.