I'm not here to bother anybody, just here to rp. I can't stand drama, so if there's any, I'm going to say something to shut all of the drama queens up. No offence, of course. I'm going to end up loving people here. I already know Stormywaters and others, who introduced me this site. I really do hope I can get along well with others, as stormy has already told me to 'play nice.'

My first cat is Rainfeather of Thunderclan.

My second is Tumblekit from Windclan.

post from Tumblekit:

A small scrap of fur streaked out of the nursery, a mischievous smile spreading on his maw, a small strip of white showing from under his gray lips. This small kit was Tumblekit. He was a gray and black tabby, but very bright. This was his very first time out of the nursery since he had been brought into the clan not too long ago as a very small and weak kit. Now he was strong and healthy and bursting with energy. He had a white underbelly, and was a bit fluffy. His blue eyes shone excitedly as he looked around the camp, but they went wide as he spotted poor Riverstone. He wanted to know what happened, but instead was automatically distracted as a small leaf blew by. He crouched down a little awkwardly and wiggled his bottom a little then pounced on it as it blew in front of him. He proudly held it up on his paw, but when he shook his small paw, the leaf wouldn't come off his small but sharp claws. Tumblekit whined and shook his paw furiously, trying to get the leaf off. He had no idea what the strange thing on his paw was, but he didn't want to play with it anymore!

Post for Rainfeather:

The shy gray tabby slipped through a few branches from the tall pines surrounding their camp silently, as if she was just a silhouette. Rainfeather had strange black markings on her pale gray forehead, and had always wondered what they meant. She had always thought of herself as a mystery. She had been found in camp, near the fresh kill pile. She had been a mere kit when she was taken in by the clan which she now called home. She had a small feather dangling by a string around her neck, which was what she had been found wearing. She wouldn't let anyone take it off, they told her. She was lonely, no doubt. No one paid attention to the pretty tabby. She looked around the clearing, and realized just how many kits they had at the moment. Not that she was complaining. Lots of kits meant lots of warriors later on.