Tribe of Erupting Volcanoes/Roleplay

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Rain started at Skiiper, unimpressed. That's not how you talk to a Tribe leader... she thought, narrowing her blue eyes. --The Ash  Fa l  l  s     Down  21:38, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

(Skiiper? AHAHAHAHAHAH) Skipper waited for Lava to respond. Thun der  heart  21:39, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

(Typo whoooops) Smoke stared at Skipper. Why was there a rogue in the camp? --The Ash  Fa l  l  s     Down  21:41, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

Wolf looked at Smoke, daring him to say something. Wolf was tired and starving, so he could not think straight. Thun der  heart  21:43, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke ignored Wolf, and he turned around, and tail high, padded into the Soldier's den. --The Ash  Fa l  l  s     Down  21:45, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

Lava took a step forward to lock his gaze with Skipper's. "Your name doesn't seem familiar, perhaps your old Tribe name?" Flame star22  21:46, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

Rain flicked her tail as she moved to stand by Lava. --The Ash  Fa l  l  s     Down  21:47, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

"Bug that Skips on the Water." Skipper meowed Thun  der  heart  22:15, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

In the Soldier's den, Smoke went into his nest, and closed his eyes. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  22:59, April 12, 2015 (UTC)

Crimson led her sister back to camp, her ears flattened as she rested her tail on Red's shoulders. Red kept her head and tail low, her shoulders slumped slightly as she walked.  Sil    ver    st    ar   00:57, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke gave way to sleep. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  01:00, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Creekshine pricked his ears. "They're back, Silver." I know I did the right thing  but no one  would ever understand  01:01, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Silver raced to her daughters, eyes round with worry as she nuzzled them each. "Oh my little sweeties, you two had me worried sick!" She paused, noticing Red. She lowered her head to touch her nose to her daughter's ruddy ear. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"  Sil    ver    st    ar   01:02, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Thank goodness they're back... Rain thought, shaking her head. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  01:03, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Creekshine's ears twitched, but he walked past the family quietly. He cast a loving look to Crimson, his pelt burning with the fire that burned inside. He realised that Crimson was elegant - he saw much more than red fur. He felt bit better about his admiration towards Red and her sister. (I have a great idea for a twist of Crimson and Creekshine.) I know I did the right thing   but no one  would ever understand  02:20, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Rain started to groom her long gray fur, lapping it with rhythmic strokes. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  03:51, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Tilting his head, he gazed over to see Red had returned. "Red!" He cried, immediatley sprinting over to her. "What's wrong!? I heard you ran off...crying.." Flame star22  23:00, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Waking up from his sleep, Smoke got up, and stretched. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  23:01, April 13, 2015 (UTC)

Red kept her ears flattened as she let her head rub against Lava's chin as she passed. "....nothing..." She trudged into the soldier's den before laying down with a soft thud. Crimson shook her heard sadly before making her way to her mother to speak with her.  Sil    ver    st    ar   02:57, April 14, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke padded out of the Soldier's den. Meanwhile, Rain looked up as she finished grooming her fur. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  03:09, April 14, 2015 (UTC)

Crow calmly ate a crow, watching Crimson and Silver discuss Red.  Sil    ver    st    ar   03:19, April 14, 2015 (UTC)

"What's going on?" Smoke yawned, blinking rapidly. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  04:21, April 14, 2015 (UTC)

"Hey, Red," Creekshine murmured, walking into the Soldier's den. "What's wrong?" He sighed and sat down in his old nest, purring as he rubbed his body into the feathers that lined it. "I rejoined the Tribe. But I don't have feelings for you anymore. So...I was thinking...we could just be frends?" I know I did the right thing  but no one  would ever understand  10:09, April 14, 2015 (UTC)

Rain watched Red go into the Soldier's den. She wondered why she had come back into the camp, upset... --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  19:36, April 14, 2015 (UTC)

"Red!" Lava cried, flattening his ears. He trailed after her, panting slowly. "I-I don't believe you... There's something wrong, and don't deny it!" Flame star22  20:44, April 14, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke stared around the camp, confused, and waiting for a reply. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  21:13, April 14, 2015 (UTC)

"Nothings wrong guys, just....Just leave me alone..." Red responded, her ears flattened against her skull.  Sil    ver    st    ar   00:46, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

Rain's fur lifted as a chilly wind came past. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  03:14, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

Lava flattenend his ears as Red shoved past him. "Fine. But if there's anything you need, let me know." Flower sat beside Wolf, resting her head on his shoulder. "You look tired, and a little overwhelmed. You should get some sleep." Flame star22  12:11, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

A small, starving kit roamed along the edge of Tribe territory. The shekit's paws ached and her belly rumbled loudly. Pain kept striking her ferociously. The calico kit looked up at the mountain in front of her. Other cats...maybe they'll take me in... She increased her pace into a run, dodging branches and thorn bushes. As she finally made her way up the cave, Creekshine ran past, calling out, "I'm going hunting!" As he glanced back at the cave, the shekit raced up to him, only to be thrown off the cliff towards certain doom. Creekshine, however, noticed what he had done and leaped down to rescue the she kit. He caught her midway, but his body landed with a sickening CRACK!. The unnamed shekit let out a yowl, loudly screaming for help. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  19:15, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

Flower raised her head, her neck fur bristling. "Did you hear that?" She murmered, giving Wolf a small nudge. "Maybe we should go check it out.." Flame star22  20:28, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

The shekit's screams faded as she panted, exhausted. Keep going! She took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs, causing prey to run away from several tree lengths away. Creekshine lay unmoving, his breathing shallow and weak. ''Come on! This Tom needs you!'' The shekit let out one final scream before her voice cut off. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  20:37, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

Lava wrapped his tail around his paws, shafts of light warming his dark orange pelt. Flame star22  20:48, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

Fine. The she kit scampered back up, using the ladder of sticks. "Help! A tom is injured! He needs medical care as soon as possible! He has broken several bones and needs help!" She panted, her belly growling loudly. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  21:09, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

Flower raced to the kit, worry clouding her gaze. "What's wrong, little one?" Flame star22  23:50, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

"A tom-" The shekit paused to regain her breath. "A Tom jumped off the cliff to save my life. He's been seriously injured and needs medical care as soon as possible!" When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  23:54, April 19, 2015 (UTC)

(the owner of the mc is inactive..) "Right.." She meowed. "Unfortantly, we haven't heard from our medicine cat lately.. But I'll take you back to camp, and I'll do everything I can." Without a moments word, she picked up Creekshine and laid him on her back, sneezing every once a while from the tortioseshell kit clenched in her jaws. Flame star22  00:10, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

(someone should pick up the mc. I don't want to, though, but tbh it would be really appreciated if someone did.) Smoke Of Blazing Fire padded out of the camp, because he was bored. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  04:43, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

(I already have a mc in the other Tribe, but I've just acted like mc is active here) The unnamed shekit's belly growled loudly but she remained silent. Creekshine kept groaning in pain. It was obvious that he was broken - several bones were broken inside his body and the strength of the hit had knocked him into shock. (He'll have amnesia) When given  the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  11:03, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

(Stormver, can't you rp the mc? I really dislike it, and have no knowledge of it, so..) Flower arrived back at camp, her tail swishing as she clomped into the Healer's Den. "Holly," She muffled, dropping the two cats to take a heavy breath. "These cats need medical attention, and as soon as possible." Flame star22  20:02, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

(Alright, I'll do it. But I'm not adding anymore characters until I am comfortable with two mcs) Holly narrowed her eyes at the sight of Creekshine. "I'll take care of them," she murmured to Flower. "You should leave. I'll give you an update as soon as possible." She started running her paws along Creekshine's flank. "Several bones broken...shock showing in paws..." She tapped the tom's shoulder, causing him to shoot his eyes open. "What...Where am I? Where's Red?" Holly nodded slowly. "Amnesia." The tom started glancing around, a confused look on his face. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  20:49, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

Flower flattenend her ears, nodding to Holly as she went in to take a look at the cats. Pacing, she waited for the Medicine Cats response once she was finished. Flame star22  20:56, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Cats of the Tribe!" Holly called from the medicine den. "Your fellow Tribemate, Creekshine, has unfortunately broken several bones, including his ribs, a paw, and shoulders. He is in a state of shock and has suffered from memory loss. The kit is very thin and hungry. Treat both of them with respect in these coming moons. Both have risked their lives for someone else." She sighed and turned back to the confused Creekshine. "Lava, come see me, please!" She nudged the calico shekit with a paw. The kit glanced up at her. "A-Are you going to hurt me?!?" Holly shook her head, and the kit sighed in relief. Creekshine was extremely confused about where he was and wondered why he wasn't in FlameClan with Stormwillow. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  21:19, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

Lava pricked his ears at the alarmed call of Holly. He rose to his paws, striding into the medicine den. His pawsteps were as light as a feather, and his eyes went blank as he stared at her. "Wha-" He froze, gazing down at the injured Creekshine. "What on Tribe of Endless Hunting happend!?" Flame star22  21:33, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

"He was hurt." The tiny unnamed kit spoke up before Holly had a chance to. The medicine cat flicked her tail for the kit to continue. "He leaped off the cliff to save my life." She gazed at Lava, her belly snarling with hunger as Holly spoke. "He's got amnesia and many broken bones. Creekshine must rest for a bit." The black shecat sighed and turned to her confused patient. "Creekshine, don't you remember Lava?" The orange tabby tom hissed. "Yea, he stole Red!" Holly placed her tail on his shoulder. "Calm down. You left FlameClan." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  21:44, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

Lava flattenend his ears, giving the small kit a blank gaze. "Who's this?" He asked, lifting his head to meet Holly's gaze. Flame star22  22:08, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

"I really have no idea," Holly mewed. "What's your name, little one?" The kit looked up at Holly. "I-I don't have one..my mother died at birth shortly after my father was killed. I don't have a name, but the cats out there..they call me Spirit." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  23:28, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Well, welcome to the Tribe, little one," Lava meowed, giving the small kit an affectionate lick on the head. Flame star22  23:41, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

Spirit purred. "Wait..but if I were to stay here, wouldn't I need a formal name like Creekshine's? I really don't particulary like Spirit. It makes me sound like a ghost!" When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  23:47, April 20, 2015 (UTC)

Red remained in here nest, her head on her paws, Crimson's comforting words doing nothing for the poor soul. With a heavy sigh, Crimson left her sister to mourn, making her way over to Silver, calmly seating herself beside her mother. "Anything?" "...Nothing, mother, nothing'll cheer her up." Crimson replied, her ruddy ticked tabby head hanging in disappointment.  Sil    ver    st    ar   02:23, April 21, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke shook out his black-and-ginger fur as he tasted the air. Scenting a squirrel, he crouched down, and narrowed his eyes as he stalked forward. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  04:27, April 21, 2015 (UTC)

"Stormwillow!" Creekshine screamed, trying to stand. "No! You must not stand!" Holly yowled, stopping the tom from standing. She grunted as Creekshine struck her chest with a paw, claws unsheathed. Suddenly the tom slunk down, wincing. He remained confused, wondering why he felt like he had just cliff dived. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  10:35, April 21, 2015 (UTC)

Crimson flattened her ears at the screeching, covering her ears with her paws with an annoyed expression. At this rate, he'll wake every nearby group of cats, and make Red go even insaner...  Sil    ver    st    ar   01:22, April 22, 2015 (UTC)

"Creekshine!" Holly screamed. "Calm down! Something else…" She paused and glanced outside, her gaze resting on Crimson. "Come here Crimson. Before his accident, Creekshine was in love with you, not Red. Go to him. He'll remember almost anything near his love. Even risks." She sighed. "Remember when Creekshine saved your life? That truly brought out his daring side. Comfort him, Crimson. You may be expecting his kits soon." She sighed again and turned back to her patients. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  01:34, April 22, 2015 (UTC)

Crimson wrinkled her nose in disgust before baring her fangs angrily. "Kits?! Never, never ever." She spat in disgust, her tail lashing angrily.  Sil    ver    st    ar   01:38, April 22, 2015 (UTC)

"It's always possible." Holly calmly messaged Creekshine's broken paw. "Besides, wouln't you enjoy the fact that you and Red can raise your kits. Red can't have kits of her own anyway. A medicine cat always knows!" She licked Spirit's head and glanced in Crimson's direction. "You can practice with this kit." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  01:45, April 22, 2015 (UTC)

"I said never!!" Crimson roared, her fur spiking out angrily, her golden eyes turning into golden flames. "If my sister can't have kits, I never will, we're sisters forever, twins. Get somebody else to go drool over him, 'cause I never will!" The ruddy ticked tabby, looking like she was about to kill somebody, turned and stomped away, her fangs bared and claws unsheathed, letting them sink into the ground.  Sil    ver    st    ar   01:48, April 22, 2015 (UTC)

(oohhhh) Smoke leapt forward, and struck the killing bite to the squirrel's neck. The squirrel dropped to the ground, dead. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  05:26, April 22, 2015 (UTC)

(and Creekshine dies from killing his bones...not really)Holly shook her head, seeing her mistake. ''If they want him to actually live, they need to give the memories back to prevent something bigger. Amnesia is bad enough!'' She watched the struggling tom as he tried to make himself stand and then fall to the ground, groaning. Sighing, she glanced in Crimson's direction and walked over to the ruddy ticked tabby. "Calm down," she murmured soothingy. "I was messing with your brain. I meant that the sight of you may prevent a bigger problem. You bring back memories for him; unless you actually want more trouble, I suggest you try to help him with his memories." She sighed. "Preventing a bigger problem may save the Tribe from destruction. Lava really hasn't helped. Think about what I'm saying. If you happen to consider visiting him, don't hesitate to stop by. The closer the cat, the more likely we are to prevent the bigger problem." She turned away from Crimson and went back to Creekshine. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  09:36, April 22, 2015 (UTC)

"I supposed you can have a new name," Lava meowed, looking down at Spirit. "I'll let you choose the name, and we'll have the ceremony tommorow." Flame star22  21:30, April 22, 2015 (UTC)

"Really?" Spirit paused to think. "Hawk that Swoops Quickly." She paused to accept her name. "Just call me Swoop." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  01:14, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

Crimson curled her lip, revealing her sharp fangs in a warning. "I'm not going near him, if you want some help, tell Lava to, he's leader." She spat the words out like venom before sharply turning and marching into the Soldier's den, showing she didn't want to be bothered again.  Sil    ver    st    ar   02:13, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke sat up, letting the squirrel drop to the ground. Meanwhile, Rain's gray fur lifted after seeing Holly and Crimson arguing, and she had to tell herself to stop worrying about it. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  04:32, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

Sighing, Holly walked back inside. "No help from anyone," she reported to Lava. She turned toward Creekshine, who was finally sleeping - Thank the Tribe of Endless Hunting, he's aseep, Holly thought. She glanced in Lava's direction. "May we speak in private about Creekshine?" When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  09:44, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke decided he wanted to head back to camp. Shrugging, he picked up the dead squirrel, and started to make his way back. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  19:37, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

(Ohhhhh, IDEA. CREEK CAN CRUSH ON FLOWER AND WOLF CAN BE JEALOUS!) Lavs shared Holly's grateful, yet stern glance. "Sure. Come into my den and we'll talk there." Flower watched as Creekshine slept, flattening her ears as he curled up beside him. ''Poor thing, I know what it's like to lose family.. '' Flame star22  20:24, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

(Maybe, but not now, the poor thing needs to recover.) Holly sighed. "Poor soul. He's been injured badly and yet he has almost no memory of anything since he's returned. He really needs that memory, or something much bigger will be coming." She glanced back at the broken body of Creekshine, knowing he was living because of the steady rising and falling. "I've seen bad things ahead if he doesn't get his memory back." Sighing, she glanced in Lava's direction. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  21:00, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

"Well, what do you supposed we do?" Asked Lava, growing tired of all the problems his Tribe has had lately. His mate was unhappy, obviously upset about something she refused to speak about, and he hasn't heard from FlameClan in moons! Flame star22  23:39, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

"He needs someone else.." Holly paused to think for a moment. ''Not Red..Not Crimson...aha, got it! ''"Flower. She's not as close as I'd prefer, but one cat is better than no cat. Crimson's just practically dissmissed all contact with Creekshine and Red wouldn't help at all. Unfortunetly those two would be very helpful in bring back memories. In fact.." She paused again, wondering if she could track down the tom's former mate, Stormwillow. "I have to go to FlameClan." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  23:47, April 23, 2015 (UTC)

(Remember here, Lava doesn't know about the time they died) Lava paused for a moment. "I'll go with you. I haven't spoken to Flamestar in moons, nor their deputy, Birchtail. It'd be nice to pay them a visit." He flattenend his ears, gazing into the small den of where Creekshine laid. "You're suggesting Flower should be Creekshine's mate?" Flame star22  00:13, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

"Alright then. We're retrieving his former mate from FlameClan. And no, but it'd be nice to see his bloodline continue." Holly sighed. "I wonder if Birchtail and Cardinalblaze have had any kits yet..." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  00:19, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

Lava thought for a moment. "The last time I saw, they had 4 little bundles of joy running around their legs," The leader chuckled, his eyes shining. "Well, let's get going. The sooner we get back, the better. I will put my deputy in charge of things while I'm gone." Flame star22  00:28, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

(Deep sister time) Crimson shoved her way into the den, fuming like a little angry monster, only to find Red sleepily gazing at her, her golden eyes half-closed. Crimson flattened her ears as her sister gave her this...Look, as if accusing her of something. "...You heard that, didn't you?" She mumbled under her breath, sitting beside her mourning sister. Red nodded slowly, shifting herself slightly as she spoke. "Holly was just joking, sister, you should always help out a Tribemate anyways. If I was hurt, any cat in our tribe would help me, correct? Creekshine helped you during the eagle attack, it's time for you to lend a paw." Red began, her eyes softening for her beloved twin. "...And don't worry about me, Crimson. We may be twins, and we shall be there for each other, but you've got to look beyond me. You need to think of yourself, it's time for you to move on. I can handle myself, even if I can't have kits."

Crimson flattened her ears in response, starting to feel a pang of guilt. With a soft sigh, the young ruddy she-cat let her littermate push her from the Soldier's den, her golden gaze on the ground as she neared the Healer's den. "Hey, Creekshine, you in there?"  Sil    ver    st    ar   00:38, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

Flower yawned, stretching as faint sunlight that emerged through the canopies of the dark, shallow pine trees warmed her fur. She rose to her paws, flattening her ears as a small chill grew up and along her spine. She walked over to the den Crimson and Red had been in, sitting down with her tail wrapped around her paws. "...Red?" Flame star22  00:41, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

Creekshine lifted his head. "C-Crimson? Red?" His eyes widened in surprise. "Great Tribe of Endless Hunting, I thought you both were dead!" He tried standing but failed, lowering himself down on three paws. "Ow...goodness, my ribs. Holly said that a lot of them were broken, and the ones that weren't were sprained. She also said something about memory loss..." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  00:46, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

"It's Crimson," the ruddy ticked tabby replied with a flick of her tail, sitting herself down with her paws nealty placed together. "And yeah, you had quite a fall. Lost your memory and what not. Need a refresher?" Red groaned dizzily. "Hmmm?"  Sil    ver    st    ar   00:48, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

Purring, Creekshine lifted a hind paw to scratch an ear. "I'd enjoy that," he murmured. "I remember me suddenly being here, than risking my life to save a helpless kit..." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  00:54, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

"Well," Crimson calmly began, craning her neck to lap at her shoulder-fur. "For a start, you left us for FlameClan, since Red rejected you and you didn't feel like you belonged. You apparently got a mate there, but I don't believe she had your kits. You just recently returned, only to try saving a kit and getting yourself injured."  Sil    ver    st    ar   00:57, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

"I remember everything until my return.." Creekshine sighed. Memories came back to him, each one skimming through his brain. "Now I remember...I left Stormwillow for you, Crimson...she never had my kits anyway. She had already given birth to three wonderful kits. Flamestar was killed and Birchtail became leader. One of Stormwillow's kits was close to me, but she had already lost interest in me for a white tom named Frozenpaw. So much pain for Stormwillow...she dealt with fear and insanity. She dealt with misinterpretation. She dealt with everything a cat could fear. She was and is very brave." Sighing, he recalled Stormwillow's return from isolation. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  01:22, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

Crimson blinked in confusion. It more or less sounded like Creekshine was really in love with this Clan cat. "You sounded like you really loved her, so why leave? She could've had your kits."  Sil    ver    st    ar   01:31, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke padded into the camp, the squirrel in his jaws. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  05:30, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

"No, I did have a single kit with her." Creekshine sighed. "Awful kit. Such a horrible mix of anger and rage. I did see something in one of my dreams - it was you, Crimson. This was before FlameClan came to stay. After that visit, you appeared in my dreams more often. I knew that the only reason I kept seeing you was because the Tribe was calling me. So I told Stormwillow...and left." He glanced in Crimson's direction. ''Like Red..let me hope I'm making the right descion. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  09:40, April 24, 2015 (UTC)''

Wolf got up and padded to Flower. "Hello," he meowed. Thun der  heart  20:36, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

(I has an idea, nvm the age gap 'cause idc) Smoke dropped his catch on the fresh-kill pile, and then he padded up to Rain. "Hi, Rain," he purred silkily, flicking his tail playfully. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  20:41, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

"Hey," She mumbled, giving her chest fur a few massive licks before meeting Wolf's gaze. "Where have you been?" Flame star22  20:56, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

(Should they be mates by now?) Wolf stretched. "Hunting, sleeping, eating, hunting, sleeping," he joked. Thun der  heart  20:58, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

"Oh - hi, Smoke," Rain mewed casually, her tail flicking. "I see you've been hunting." Her tail flicked towards the squirrel on the fresh-kill pile. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  20:58, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

(Noonnnoononononoonoonooo) "Good to know," Flower murmered, chuckling softly before pricking her ears. "Hey, have you heard any news about Creekshine? I hesrd he has severe memory loss." Flame star22  21:09, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

(WHOA WHOA WHOA OKAY OKAY) Wolf flattened his ears at the mention of Creekshine. "Him..." he muttered. Thun der  heart  21:11, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

(Lol) "Yes, him. Have you heard anything?" Flower flattenend her ears, her claws kneaded into the ground. Her tail flicked impatiently, and a chilly breeze buffeted at her ruffled fur. Flame star22  21:14, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

(When, though, cuz he has been liking her for forever now...) Wolf sighed. "No, except that dared to show his face," he hissed. He still had a grudge on him for going with the FlameClan cats in the first place. Thun der  heart  21:16, April 24, 2015 (UTC)

Smoke nodded. "Yes, I have... Do you want to share some prey with me? You seem a bit lonely..." --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  00:37, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

"Don't hold a grudge on him," Flower purred, flattening her ears. "He's more complicated than you may think, and at the moment, he doesn't even know who he is." Flame star22  00:49, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

Rain was taken aback by Smoke's comment, but she nodded anyway. "Why not?" she mewed. In reply, Smoke picked up his catch, and he and Rain padded to the edge of the Soldier's den, and they sat down at its entrance. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  00:41, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

(Wolf is gonna have a...condition) Wolf grunted. "Ah, yeah, but I'm getting tired. I've been hunting all day, only having a break for a couple minutes. Skipper's a good father, but he's so demanding..." he complained. "I feel like I'm getting old, but I'm too young." Thun der  heart  01:28, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

(Flame, are you dropping hints that Flower is in love with Creekshine?) Sighing, Swoop walked out towards the Soldiers' den. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  02:16, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

"Well," Crimson began, calmly scratching an ear before shaking out her ruddy fur. "This is your birth-tribe, after all. You should know where you belong by now: home."  Sil    ver    st    ar   02:32, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

"Of course," Creekshine purred. Hoping to switch gears, he asked, "So what was wrong with Red?" When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  02:41, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

Crimson frowned as her golden gaze fell to the dirt beneath her paws. "...She's unable to have kits apparently."  Sil    ver    st    ar   02:43, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

"You eat first," Smoke insisted to Rain. --<span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">The <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: 85px 20px 0px #787878;">Ash  <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;color:#878787;text-shadow: -15px 20px 0px #787878;font-size:20px;">Fa l  l  s     <span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:20px;color:#878787;text-shadow: -100px 20px 0px #787878;">Down  03:07, April 25, 2015 (UTC)

(Wolf is gonna have a rare condition where he gets weak, blind, etc. so if we're planning on a FlowerxWolf thing, Flame, it has to happen soon. I hate rushing things, but my plans do that to me) Wolf got up and walked to the soldier's den again. He looked back at Flower. "We'll go hunting together later," he promised. Thun der  heart  15:12, April 25, 2015 (UTC)