Rainfrost

[kea]

I want your ugly; Rainfrost

I want your disease; 36 Moons

I want your everything; Tom

As long as it’s free; ShadowClan

I want your love; Warrior

Love-love-love; He is mainly a white cat, his face and head, however, has some black, above his nose and all the way to the tip of his ears. His eyes are a light blue color, though it is a tad on the rare side for a cat like himself. His pelt hair is short but somewhat long in some areas. He has a scar on his shoulder from a border fight. He doesn't mind fooling around though does help and can turn serious when time asks him to be.

I want your love; He is usually friendly and a trouble-maker, somewhat, despite being older now. He does and doesn't care about the boundaries that separate the clans and wouldn't care if you found a mate or had kits with someone who wasn't of a clan or of a different clan. He isn't a "she-cat's tom", since he isn't smooth enough.

I want your drama; Stripewing - Brother

The touch of your hand; He was born on a damp, rainy day and was the first kit to be born, his brother came twenty minutes later and they didn't open their eyes for perhaps, two or three days. After that, they started to play with the other kits, including Fallenstep and Nettlepath, though more so Nettlepath because she was older than them and Fallenstep was younger. They annoyed their elders and asked apprentice's to teach them moves. In all, they were average kits that were could be like ticks in your fur.

When they were four moons old, a wolf pack attacked, though other clan(s) did come and help to make them flee, and Nettlekit attacked the wolf that had tried to come to them. The Queens had been to busy trying to keep their kits from following Nettlekit and to keep the wolf away if he came to close. They were sad, not only for the death of Nettlekit's father, the loss of Nettlekit's legg, the loss of the warriors due to the attack, but also because their mother, one of the Queen's who had decided to stay with the kits had helped Nettlekit's father attack the wolf to keep it away from the clan, and she, herself died as well.

Stripewing, who had been a trouble maker as well, turned quiet and didn't really speak to much, except his brother, Rainfrost, and those he was close with. Nobody blamed him. However, Rainfrost still continued to act as a troublemaker, more so, in disguise of his sadness towards his mother's death.

His brother and he slowly grew away from Nettlepath as they became apprentice's, fighting for their clans, hunting, training, and whatever else was needed to be done. During this time, he and his brother, with their various things to do, grew apart, and different personalities, grew apart as well. Their father died due to a badger attack.

He fought at a border patrol, getting a deep scratch on his shoulder, which eventually left a scar, and became a warrior at 11 moons.

I want you leather studded kiss in the scene; She glanced around the camp, looking around before exiting. Some cat's were getting sick, as it was during these cold, harsh times and there was little to no prey around in the ShadowClan territory. Her own belly was empty of food and she would need to take care of this with her own paws. 'Who cares about the Warrior Code, my Clan is going hungry, soon cats may die, and I can't do anything because there is no prey! Her eyes turning into slits as she neared the Thunderpath, the stink of the monsters rushing over her and pushing dirty air into her face. "Ick!" She cried out, staring at the Thunderpath, which really was as bad as the monsters. "No wonder the elder's and others complain. This place is disgusting!" She muttered to herself.

Her eyes glanced back and forth, time had ticked by and finally, it seemed that there was no monsters and she took a quick run across it, her paws burning and sometimes slipping as she quickly made it over, almost, so close to be hit by a car but she had made it in time to not be. 'Thank Starclan I am still alive!!' Her thoughts echoing through her head as she pushed her way towards Thunderclan territory. Shadowclan always had little food during leaf-bare, sometimes it seemed less than the other cat's had. The territory was unfamiliar and some of the prey was as well, she'd need to use what she was taught to get some of it.

Soon, she reached the Great Sycamore, tired by the small, yet huge journey and also harder because she was still smaller than a normal full grown cat since she was still young and still an apprentice. While prey wasn't everywhere and the area wasn't full of scents, it seemed like better than the smells of Shadowclan's prey. She took a sniff at the air, crouching, hoping she wouldn't get caught.

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!; Joe McElderry

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[lollytish]

Approved! Great character! Nice to know you read up a bit on the other characters! Can't wait to roleplay with you!

[lollytish]

lol I'll move it later Im still getting used to being an admin!

[Tangle]

I'll move it for you.