(He doing Blizzard .w. Mossslip can be there still xD Why not?)

"Thornheart, What if we run into a WildClan patrol?" his ears pinned back and he seemed to lose his excitement.

(Ok, I was thinking of seeing what Runningbrook's reaction would be to the med cat)

"It'll be fine. You know how to fight, yes?" Thornheart said without turning back.

Foxkit shook himself. He was curious to look around, and blinked he felt warm.
{Which clan does Foxkit start in?}

Last I checked there were only two cats in Blizzard, sorry.



BlizzardClan: Owlstar dipped her head in acknowledgement.

WildClan: Windfall was sitting, hackles raised, with a crazy look in her eyes. "Voidpaw?" Her eyes cleared. "We are in danger." Then she calmed down a bit. "What do you think is wrong with you?"


MeagaraClan told me alligators will attack MurkClan.... -3-

(Ooohhhh the great Meagaraclan! Oki :3)

Wildclan~
Voidpaw felt waves of fear, but he knew it wasn't himself. "Windfall, I don't know what's happening but I feel emotions that aren't my own. I think I'm going crazy or something. Right now, I'm feeling fear in your direction. Also, what danger?"

A bright light shone in her eyes. "StarClan made it so. You have been gifted." The cat paused to lick her fluffed up fur. "Alligators."

{Can I just start with being found by Blizzardclan?}
The wind ruffled the poor kit's fur, as his stomach growled. He purred as the cool wind flowed through his fur. Blinking, he sniffed the air to find his mom. But all he could hear was the barking of far off foxes. dumb foxes

(THE GREAT MEAGARACLAN HAS BLESSED YOU ALL WITH HER PRESENCE!!!)

Crumblestar watched from Starclan, worried for his past clanmates. He didn't know who would live or who would die, but he knew to have faith in them.

"Oh my friends." He said sadly before vanishing into the paws of Silverpelt, "If I could trade places with you to save you, I would."



(....Starclan is a clan now. Bring to the MeagaraClan the dead kitties.)

WildClan
Runningbrook snarled, marking his scent on the border. His tail lashed, and magically brought his roleplay back to life.

BlizzardClan

Mosslip sniffed along the murkclan border. She tentatively looked over, where a flushing bundle of thyme was growing. She shook her head, no matter how useful it was she didn't want to take from MurkClan. It wasn't right. She padded along, her soft little paws trending into the snow, barely leaving a mark

MurkClan
Sparrowpaw nodded, "Yes, Thornheart." I think.. he added quietly in his head. The young apprentice skipped ahead for a second then stopped, turning to look at the medicine cat

"Hi sparrow paw" she said with a smile

"Are you doing anything right now?" She asked him with her head this tilted