|I chose this one because I'm really proud of it and it was for my friend|
CotN Activity Check/ RP Thingpound3: A small black she-cat picked her way across the rocky landscape. Every once in a while, she would let out a groan, or an 'Ew.' Ever since the beavers had arrived, the normal, dry territory had turned into a muddy mess! She absolutely hated it. It clumped up her long fur and dried up in her pads. She couldn't wait for them to leave!CotN Activity Check/ RP Thing by pound3
Ribbon-Wren: Branchstipe slowly picked his way through the mucky territory, trying to avoid the most mud when possible, but utterly failing. He had just left camp and he was already looking more brown than white, only the top of him staying clean.
"How on earth is there supposed to be any prey out here?" He meowed to himself, shaking mud off of his paws. He heard a rustle in some bushes nearby and whipped around to come face-to-face with a terrified looking mouse. The small creature squeaked and fled, Branchstripe dashing after it.
The tom continued the pace for a while, hoping the mouse would tire out and slow down enough for him to catch it. He see
Gracie Hemkirk- Reaping (Double Dozen)I sit in my small shelter in the forests of District 6 and chuckle softly. Today was not only my 16th birthday, (Happy Birthday to me), but it was also the day of yet another reaping. I stand up and pace around the only room of my ‘house’, doing my usual meditating and thinking. “You’ve got this.” I say, reassuring myself. “If you get picked, you can win. You can kill people with a bow and arrow and use your survival instincts. You’ve lived out here for 7 years now. You’ve got this.” I smile slightly. “Right. Let’s go see which unfortunate girl and boy gets picked this year.” I say with a sigh, grabbing my bow and slinging it around my shoulder. I pull on my scuffed-up combat boots, and tie my hair up into a bun on the top of my head. “Might as well look nice for the good ol’ capitol, eh?” I mutter under my breath. I head out of the ‘front door’ and look around, trying to figure out thGracie Hemkirk- Reaping (Double Dozen) by pound3
Whisperwind ACWhisperwind|Female|RockyClan|WarriorWhisperwind AC by pound3
Whisperwind is the eldest child of deceased warriors Coalstripe and Skyfoot of RockyClan. As a kit, she was very quiet and shy. This greatened when her mother and brother Whitekit came down with a bad case of greencough and died. This made her extremely distrustful and wary. Once she became an apprentice, though, this quietness and shyness disappeared. She joined in happily in the clan activities, and made many friends. She banded together with her clanmates during the terrible earthquakes as well. Now a warrior, Whisperwind’s still working hard for the clan. As for Cragkit- she’s a bit apprehensive, but is happy that he’s back!