BMC Written ApplicationName:|Kit|Apprentice|WarriorFormer name: (Only if they were a loner or rogue.)Gender:Rank:Clan:Appearance: (Please be detailed~!)Apprentice/Mentor:Former mentor: (Optional)Personality:(At least 4 or more like for example...|Calm|Sarcastic|Cold|Caring| Scary|Or just explain like..."EchoStar is a very cold and scary leader, but she does care.." Ect~BackStory:(Please tell us about your cats history, you can put Normal Clan Life but please explain how your cats got scars if they have scars)Family:(Optional)Extra information~Mate:Kits:Crush:Likes:Dislikes:Strengths:Weaknesses:Relationships:
VLV: Happy BirthdayThree... Two...One...The midnight darkness inside of the tent was suddenly vanquished as a small flame appeared in the teenage girl's cupped hands. The faces were in shadows, the spark of fire occasionally casting light on smiling faces, but only for a few brief seconds."Happy Birthday to you..."The singing was hardly more than a whisper; the singers didn't want to wake anyone up; the tradition and fear from years of this special 'ceremony' still clung to them, despite the fact they were miles from home, their parents far from hearing."Happy Birthday to you..."The light of the single flame seemed to flicker in time with the words, and the boy couldn't help but wonder, as he did every year, if his twin was conscious of this."Happy Birthday dear-"Here, their voices clashed slightly, as they sang the other one's name."Sa-am.""Scarlett"As they began the final verse, the girl lifted the small fire to the space between her face and her brother'
TWG Assignment 11Spottedpaw coughed weakly, hating the sound. She hated knowing she was sick, and couldn't do anything about it, she hated not being able to train, but mostly she hated knowing that other cats, her Clanmates, were dying around her, and there was no way she could help.Why? Why is this happening? All we did was help... The apprentice sighed and closed her eyes, she knew she wasn't the sickest, there were cats much sicker than her.The calico she-cat gazed around, it seemed that half the Clan was sick. Great Starclan, help us! Her green eyes grew wide at the sight, then narrowed in thought, before widening again. There has to be some way I can help around here! I'm not that sick, right?Another cough escaped her, and the small cat sighed and laid back down, realizing that any way she tried to help would probably just spread the sickness.I guess the only way I can help is resting. she decided, beginning to drift off to sleep. Then I can