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[Lady Griffin[z]]

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In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

The large orange tomcat slithered his way in between cats of EmberClan on his way to the fresh kill pile with a mouse hanging from his mouth by the tail, it's lifeless body was cold as it his his white chest. As the tomcat reached the fresh-kill pile, he set the mouse down and turned to groom his flank, yet first licking the blood from his teeth. He came across few ticks on his flank, yet they were new and came off easily. Though there were only two ticks, there were tons of burrs, which cut his tounge when he licked then. It was a long while before he was sure all the burrs were out of his pelt. Giving his chest a few quick licks, he picked a small, scrawny vole from the fresh kill pile and took it over to the warriors den. Then the large ginger tomcat crouched and began slowly biting the vole, yet his stomach suddenly turned over, making him push the vole aside and roll over on his back, narrowing his emerald green eyes in thought.

[Deathclaw]

((welcome back Griffenwing))

Deathclaw walked over to the orange tom and stood over him blocking out his direct view of light. "Hey Griffenwing, what's up? Something on your mind?" he asked the bored cat.

'I wonder what's with this guy, I've barely known him for a day and he's still moping around camp. But I guess it's worth it to be friendly.' Deathclaw thought.

[Wildstorm]

Blitzfire bounded into camp after a hunting mission, a squirrel and a vole hanging from his jaws. His orange and black coat shimmered in the afternoon heat, the muscles under his coat rippling as he trotted over to the fresh kill pile. His stomach rumbled hungrily as the tantalizing prey scents wafted over him. Deciding he could take a break, he picked up a mouse and trotted over to the Warrior's den. Catching sight of Deathclaw and Griffinwing, he veered off course to meet them. "Hey, guys." He said around a mouthful of mouse. "Mind if I join you?"

[Deathclaw]

"I don't mind but why don't you ask fuzzy here, meant as a compliment."Deathclaw says.(seriously)

'Well at least I'm not alone in the peril of being nice.' he thought.

"So how ya been Blitzfire?" he asked the tired cat.

[Lady Griffin[z]]

The orange tom battled DeathClaw's ear. "Hmm, your so nice aren't you?" He joked, his emerald-green eyes shining with amusement, yet dull with his still sorrow. Where were he real siblings? He only knew that there was one in ShoreClan, yet he had no idea who it could be. What were his parents thinking? Seperating them. They probably knew he would end up in EmberClan, yet how? He glanced at BlitzFire with his gorgeous emerald eyes. "Nothing much. Just...Thinking." He mewed quietly, gently. He remembered when he was agressive, when he first joined EmberClan. Before he was accepted. He flicked his ears to erase the memories and continued to gaze silently around camp.

[Deathclaw]

"Hey!" Deathclaw said. He then batted Griffenwings ears back. "There, that'l teach ya." he joked. "Wow Blitz you must be tired if you can't even go along with a conversation." he exclaimed. Deathclaw was now used to calling some cats by their first part of their name. 'Starclan, I need something to do maybe I'll ask Griffen to come hunting with me, he actually pretty funny.' Deathclaw thought. "Hey Griffen since Blitz seems too tired you wanna go hunting?" he asked.

((can i be the first to ask and first to be nice to u???))

[minttail]

Minttail bounded around the pair. "Help, Sealpaw is after me." She meowed from behind Griffenwing's back."

"SILENCE! Nothing can save you!" Sealpaw smiled in satisfaction. "I'm feeling merciful today, I will end you quickly. Charge!" The silver tabby leap over Deathclaw's head, barely missing Griffenwing by a mouselength.

"Help brave warriors!" Minttail squealed as she backed away, batting at Sealpaw gently.

[Lady Griffin[z]]

The orange tomcat licked a paw and drew it over his ear before answering DeathClaw's question. "Sure." He meowed, but before he could lead off, Minttail came from nowhere, sqealing for help. He then noticed Sealpaw pretending to attack her, and tilted his head slightly to one side in confusion before turning to DeathClaw and nodding his head in the direction of the camp entrance. His white paws pivited on the ground lightly as he walked, his long orange, white-tipped tail held high. His emerald-green eyes blinked slowly. If he had more siblings, how would he know? Would they look like him? No. He remembered RiverStream, she was pure white with blue eyes. Unless...Unless she wasn't really his sister. He shook the thought away and glanced towards the sky. RiverStream help me. He pleaded silently before his tail-tip disappeared in the entrance.

To;; DeathClaw start the thread. xD

[Deathclaw]

((ok))

As Sealpaw bounds over his head, Deathclaw raises a single paw and feels Sealpaw slam face first into it. "Are you ok Minttail?" he asked with mock desperation. He then laughed a long throaty laugh. "Hey Minttail come stand by me I'll keep you safe from the evil Sealpaw." he joked. "Ok then see ya later then Griffen." he told the orange tom. He then padded over to protect Minttail, in thier game. "How ya been dear?" he asked.