GreenPolly

goodnight strayfawn I had a stroke of inspo from one of my fav songs

He laughed, paws flexing in place as they waited, then watched as Citrineflame took off. Driftsong bolted right after her, paws stretching out as far as they could go before plummeting and striking the ground below. He ran and ran, claws dulling wildly as they dug into the rocks and dirt, tail lashing around for balance. He laughed and smiled, feeling the wind against his face. This was how it should always be.

I'm on the tree trust 😁

Driftsong nodded, internally wishing the cats in here well, before he turned to exit back into the rain. He quickened his pace towards Citrineflame, the patience he had with the elder beginning to run thin as he went faster and faster. He loved Darkflower as he would any other cat, but they could feel the energy built up in their paws from the slow walk escaping, and he loved it. He stopped himself right before he crashed into Citrineflame, smiling.

Polly 😻

"yea, but I'm sure it will be fine..." He said quietly, hope of a hope than a fact. Driftsong rolled his eyes and snorted at the kits shenanigans, and the reaction of the warrior. He turned his gaze to the lone elder, sympathy sweeping over him. "one moment." He stated simply, standing and walking over to Darkflower. They rested their tail on her flank. "Here, let me help you to the medicine den." He allowed the elder to put her weight on him as they slowly walked towards the medicine den. This wouldn't take too long, hopefully still enough time to berry hunt before his patrol.

He rolled their eyes, giggling. "Oh, that sounds like such a terrible idea!" He purred sarcastically, raising his paw to his chest as if he were some snobby kittypet, appalled by the thought of getting his paws dirty!

Driftsong listened intently. Well, they wouldn't be on a patrol for a bit. That was probably the best thing that could have happened. Oh, but a border patrol. He prayed to stars above that they wouldn't run into anyone else, however realized they should save the prayers for the actual patrol. Speaking of running into others. His tired and blank expression turned to a small smile, "Oh, and you don't look like you've been rolling in them." He teased back, splashing the dirty water below towards Citrineflame playfully.

Name (Must have a prefix and a suffix relative to your clan!): Silkstar (formerly silksprint) Clan: Moorclan Role: leader :3 Gender + Pronouns: agender (any prns) Appearance: a black and white cat with a white mark on their forehead and a star-like mark on their chest Other details: Silkstar is a cat that tries to express their strength, however is a relative pushover. They doubt themselves enough that a clever deputy could easily Puppet her. Age (In moons): 79 - Name (Must have a prefix and a suffix relative to your clan!): Sharptail (named after a sharp tooth, and how his shorter tail resembles a wild cat) Clan: Treeclan Role: Warrior Gender + Pronouns: Tom (He/Him) Appearance: a pudgy, tan minkpoint cat with a shortened tail Other details: Sharptail is a charming cat, easily being able to deescilate (or escalate!) Conflicts with words alone (I'm gonna have fun playing that part of him /sarc 😭 ) Age (In moons): 32 - Name (Must have a prefix and a suffix relative to your clan!): Weepingpaw Clan: Willowclan Role: Apprentice Gender + Pronouns: demi-she (she/they/he) Appearance: a lilac, spotted mackerel cat with long, silky fur Other details: weepingpaw was found as a kit and nobody really knows where she came from. With heightened conflict, her origin is being questioned even more. Weepingpaw is also very shy, wanting to do things on her own. Age (In moons): 9

Perrfectttt taps my fingers together

Question question how many characters can I make :3c

My oldest YouTube animatic my goodness it brings back memories ❤️ I've got some newer, better animatics but this one still brings joy

GOODNESS I HAVE GOT TO DO THIS L8R YOU SEEM SO SWEET WELCOME TO THE FORUMS <333

OMG OMG HIIII I love the cat yuri......

Driftsong sighed, at least the kits were having fun. But poor Wrenpaw. He almost felt bad about becoming a warrior, leaving him alone... He didn't even want to think about it.... He looked down at the fresh-kill, or lack of thereof... Well, they could wait to eat. They didn't mind... There were others that needed to eat more than him. He looked at the worm in the mud, helplessly wriggling. "Sorry, little one, don't get squished..." He muttered before glancing around, making sure nobody else was watching, and gently picking up the worm in their jaws, bringing it to edge of the camp before letting into the pooling mud there. What was the point of leaving the little thing to die? It did nothing wrong. He began to drag himself over to the middle of camp, prepared to be sent out for a patrol sooner rather than later.