RP with FireBlaze!

Here it is! Now, what sort of an RP were you looking to do? Warriors/Feral cats, anthros, humans, or anything else you can think of, I'm up for it!

Do you mind doing a warriors? And I'll let you give an idea, I am also up for just about any scenario.

(Sure, and let me have a second to think something up!)

(How about it's a male medicine cat X a female warrior from another clan?)

(sounds good to me, which one do you want? I can do either)

(I'd like to be the Tom.

Here's the form!

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Other:
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Name: Firegaze
Gender: Female
Age: 22 moons
Appearance: Can't post link for 7 days, but is she-cat with black fur and blue eyes.
Other: Flirtatious

Name: Greyfoot
Age: 28 moons
Appearance: http://www.operationcatsnip.org/images/fred.jpg
Other: Has a twisted right hindpaw that causes him to limp when he walks.

(you want to start it off? and btw im new to this still so it might be a little rough )

(That's fibe! Anyways, if you've read enough of it you probably know how to do it!)

Greyfoot limped along with the pack of his Lightningclan clanmates as they trekked to the site of the Gathering. It was the night of the full moon again, and it was time once more to meet with their sometimes rivals, the cats of the clan across the gorge.

(gabuaidosado I forgot about this forum I'm so sorry!)

Firegaze walked in the front of her Airclan clanmates next to her leader, talking of what would be discussed at the gathering. In particular, the high activity level on the Lightningclan border would be addressed, which was sure to bring ruffled fur.

The clans had met at the gorge crossing since the dawn of time. The gorge, which looked like a claw mark through the earth, narrowed to only a few tail-lengths wide here, with an island of rock in the middle that almost seemed to be handing in midair, which provided a platform for the leaders. Greyfoot sighed, predicting some sort of trouble at the coming gathering.

Firgaze was one of the first cats to enter the gorge. Airclan had arrived before Lightningclan, but she could sense them nearing quickly. Firegaze took a deep breath and straightened her back and puffed her chest out, preparing herself for the gathering. While she didn't want the two clans to enter war, she never minded a bit of tension, especially with the enemy clan.

Greyfoot strained himself to catch up to his leader, Rowanstar, before the clan emerged from the pine trees characteristic of their territory to greet Airclan. "Rowanstar, please don't say or do anything rash. Mistakes now are what will escalate the situation from a skirmish to a war." He said quietly.

"Are you doubting my abilities?" The brash, bold, young leader replied.

"You know I'd go to the Dark Forest and back for you, Rowanstar." The medicine cat retorted. "But newleaf is just on the horizon. We can't cripple the clan before it's had the chance to grow stronger."

The leader muttered to himself and broke away from the pack to be the first cat to come out of the tree line to the gorge, Greyfoot and the others following close behind.

As the Lightningclan cats entered, Firegaze looked all the cars entering one by one. One cat in particular caught her eye, the medicine cat, Greyfoot. She couldn't help but to stare at his twisted paw that caused him to limp so severely. She couldn't help but to wonder if the reason he was a medicine cat was due to his injury, and she stifled a surge of pity. "Why should I feel sorry for him? he's an enemy," she mumbled quietly to herself.

Greyfoot scanned the opposing crowd of warriors, looking for the Airclan medicine cat. The gatherings were their primary time for exchanging ideas and remedies. His gaze landed on Firegaze, a young warrior she-cat, who seemed to have been staring at him for a moment. As the gathering began, Rowanstar conceding the first chance to talk to Airclan's leader, he wondered what she'd seen in him that had her attention for so long. probably this accursed thing again. he growled softly as he examined his warped paw.

She saw the medicine cat glance at her as though he'd spotted her staring at him. A small feeling of guilt shot through her when he looked at his paw forlornly. Raising her chin higher, she strided for the tom to start a converation with him.

Greyfoot went up to the very edge of the gorge and shook his head, gesturing for her to come to him. He couldn't jump the gap. He'd tried a few times back at camp, with two lines in the dirt to fit in as the gorge, and had never been able to clear the full distance.

Feelings shot through her when she saw the Tom gesture for her to come closer. She hurried her pace until she stood before the medicine cat. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a choked "Hi Greyfoot."

"Hello, Firegaze." He mewed, dipping his head courteously to the seemingly flustered she-warrior. "How is the prey running in Airclan?"

Firegaze shook her head to clear it then returned the polite gesture coolly. "The prey is fantastic. I'm assuming all is well with your clan?" She said slyly, trying to get a reaction out of the Tom. Purposefully, she moved until she sat at his side closely.

"For the most part." Greyfoot eyed her suspiciously while she was shuffling closer to him, his tail flicking. "We're all well fed and my stores are almost full, and it's not even newleaf yet." Smirking, he saw what she was getting at and played along.

She looked him in the eye for a few moments, regarding his response. Changing the subject, she abruptly nodded towards his injured foot and asked, "What's the story behind that?"

Greyfoot looked down at his paws for a moment, considering his response. "I was born with this. My father was a proud warrior, the deputy at the time. I was a disgrace to him.". He examined his twisted paw again. "I tried to be a warrior, but I couldn't do anything correctly. I'm only good for picking herbs, so that's what I do." He chuckled darkly.

Forgetting what clan he belonged to, she laid her tail on his flank and rested it there. "I'm sorry to hear that. And I'm sorry I was staring at it earlier." Glancing around, she saw that the clans were beginning to assemble for the gathering.

Out of the blue, a radical idea came to her. Rubbing her tail on his flank, she looked at the medicine-cat tom. "You have an interesting story. I'd like to learn more about you," she hesitated before continuing, "Meet me here tomorrow night at moon-high?"