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  • halfpaw who finally drew her profile pic and is the fluffiest chimera cat who used to be cinnamonpaw who likes indie pop (you can call me pumpkin/cinnamon/halfpaw/ or halfheart) says:

    flowerface looked in the sky. It was cloudy, Her eye was hurting, and her mother was having kits. “Does she even care for us?” she hissed under her breath. Suddenly, a fluffy tortoiseshell came with flowerface. “Yes, she does. Maybe…” halfheart said to flowerface. “Admit it, halfheart. She barley cares for us.” she said, strict. Suddenly, she heard yowls of battle. “Halfheart, there’s a battle!”

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    • Violetstar sniffed the air. The scent of blood reeked the morning air. “Quickly!” She yowled, scenting the blood again. “A battle!”

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      • Ashspring woke with a start, bumping her head on the top of the den. Ow… she winced and then peeked curiously out of her den. Violetstar was giving orders and her clanmates were shuffling here and there, excitement making their pelts bristle.
        “What’s going on?” She asked her clanmates, her eyes wide.

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        • Violetstar looked around. There was nothing there. Another of my nightmares! She shunned herself. What would she tell the clan now? “Er, nothing… I, uh, had a nightmare.” she felt ashamed.

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          • She shifted from paw to paw awkwardly and nodded once. She only said that because she doesn’t trust me.
            “Erm, are you sure Violetstar? Your warriors look a little shaken.” Ashspring glanced around at the camp and back to the she-cat, waiting for a reply.

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            • Violetstar nodded, sighing as the cold wind shivered through her fur. “I’m sorry” She apologized to the clan, climbing back into the leaders den.

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              • halfpaw who finally drew her profile pic and is the fluffiest chimera cat who used to be cinnamonpaw who likes indie pop (you can call me pumpkin/cinnamon/halfpaw/ or halfheart) says:

                What happened? why is she having these dreams? Halfheart thought. “Ugh, we had to be prepared for no reason.” flowerface said, rolling her eyes and heading back to walk. Halfheart turned her head, in disbelief of what her sister said. “Hey, respect your leader!” halfheart snapped. “Ugh, be quite mouse-brain.” flowerface replied. I can already imagine her as an elder… Halfheart thought. Halfheart still couldn’t help but think why violetstar was having these dreams.

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                • Violetstar sighed. She didn’t want to alarm the clan yet again with the dreams. She slid down in her den, prepared to sleep again.

                • Ashspring nodded and pretended to ignore Flowerface’s rude comment.
                  Typical ThunderClan, always acting better than everyone else.
                  Ashspring considered going up and grabbing a water vole from the fresh-kill pile but hesitated. The ThunderClan warriors were still giving her hostile looks no matter where she went. Thornclaw had snapped at her for eating before the entire clan yesterday, and she wanted to avoid any snappy warriors today.
                  It was strange how ThunderClan cats seemed to stick to their own little bubbles of friends. Ashspring found Halfheart and Flowerface one of the most anxious cats in the clan. They were always fretting about being cared about, and Ashspring found it rather amusing.
                  I never care about what cats think about me. I don’t care what those stuck-up cats think of me, either. This isn’t even my clan. Yet someone their stares still seemed to intimidate her.
                  Ashspring decided to eat the water vole anyway and she settled down back beside the nursery to eat it. After taking a large bite, she frowned at how different it seemed to taste from the water voles in RiverClan territory. A pang of longing filled her chest and she rested her head on her paws, losing her appetite. She frowned and decided she’d do something useful.
                  “Violetstar? When will the next patrol come? I’d like to join if that’s alright. My paws are aching to do something and since you were kind enough to offer me sanctuary, I need to earn my keep.” She mewed quickly, hating the curious stares she was earning from the ThunderClan cats.

                  (In what era does this take place? Would it be in modern-day clan life, or are their entirely new warriors?)

                • halfpaw who finally drew her profile pic and is the fluffiest chimera cat who used to be cinnamonpaw who likes indie pop (you can call me pumpkin/cinnamon/halfpaw/ or halfheart) says:

                  (I could be wrong, but most rp’s are a new warriors universes. I could be wrong, but its dovepaws choice)

  • halfpaw who finally drew her profile pic and is the fluffiest chimera cat who used to be cinnamonpaw who likes indie pop (you can call me pumpkin/cinnamon/halfpaw/ or halfheart) says:

    suddenly, halfheart saw the medicine cat, sugarwing. She had noticed that sugarwing’s belly had been very swollen, and she had hiding a lot. Halfheart walked up to the sweet she-cat and asked her,
    “Um, sugarwing, so you want me to walk with you?”
    sugarwing looked nervous, not wanting to talk. “S-sure…” she stammered. Halfheart and sugarwing walked around the forest, the aesthetic forest shining in their eyes, the sunset fading. “Sugarwing, something’s wrong with you. Tell me now.” halfheart demanded. “What do you want me to tell you?” sugarwing protested, nervous. Halfheart stared into her eyes, and saw the nervousness fill sugarwings eyes. “You can tell me.” halfheart said calmly. Halfhearts words seemed to calm the sweet she-cat.
    “Im-”
    “Come on, mousebrains! we need to go on a hunting patrol!”
    flowerface had interrupted sugarwing and halfheart rudely, not knowing what they were taking about. “We’ll talk later.” halfheart said to sugarwing. Sugarwing led out a nod or agreement. While walking, halfheart and flowerface had both noticed suagrwings strange attitude, but also the clan. Some clan cats whispered, staring strange into the sugarwings eyes. Sugarwing let her head down, avoiding stares. Halfheart also thought something was off, but didn’t say anything. Halfheart had seen the riverclan cat, ashspring, and wanted to know a bit about her. Ima go make friend with ashspring! she thought

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    • Violetstar yawned. This was the 3rd dream THIS WEEK. She trembled. What was Starclan trying to tell her?

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      • halfpaw who finally drew her profile pic and is the fluffiest chimera cat who used to be cinnamonpaw who likes indie pop (you can call me pumpkin/cinnamon/halfpaw/ or halfheart) says:

        flowerface walked to the warriors den, ready to sleep after a long day of hunting. She had seen the leader worried, and wondered what it was about. Typical leaders, always thinking starclans telling them something when there just being a scaredy mouse. Flowerface thought.

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  • halfpaw who finally drew her profile pic and is the fluffiest chimera cat who used to be cinnamonpaw who likes indie pop (you can call me pumpkin/cinnamon/halfpaw/ or halfheart) says:

    (Dovepaw, I dont think there’s many people in the rp. Try reposting this rp so more people can come :p)

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