Jeep Wrangler

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

@Ginger KollieYush...and I will probably kill her off with the disease :D

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

It is confirmed that Python will kill at least one Character >:D

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Frostbite

Frostbite slowly padded behind her. Mistake one, she was speaking loudly, most likely drawing close prey further from their grasp. Secondly, she was also zooming off quickly, giving a potential miss of prey she could be passing. He decided to let it slide, as he stalked through in and out of the trees. As he eventually managed to find his way onto the ledge of the rock, looking down upon her. He mumbled something lowly, although it wasn't quiet enough for her not to clearly understand it.

"You clearly haven't talked t-to me much..." He sighed. "I don't...e-exactly enjoy s-speaking to others..." It was quite a spiteful way he put it, but obviously, he was still hung up about Windclaw. "I've especially been having p-p-problems lately with...t-talking and s-sharing tongues with other Clanners...C-clanmates." He corrected himself. The fact Frostbite still called them clanners, rather than referring to them as clanmates did hint about something. He just hoped that Angelfeather was too lost in her own perfect world to notice what secrets he did not want to reveal. Back to Windclaw, his actions had been on his mind for a few good minutes as he padded around. He was about to say something, silencing himself. Frostbite drew away from Angelfeather as he had seeked something through the smells fluttering into his nostrils...A vole. Quite a still one, as the smell went. Perfect. All he needed now was a treeline, and with even more strokes of luck, there was a good collection of trees that concealed the prey. He clambered up the tree slightly, as he usually did to spy the victim. There he saw it, a plump and fattened Vole. Now, he had learnt from Frogpelt well. A vole of such size would be slow, easy to catch in a straight pursuit. However, they aren't as stupid to run in a straight line, and will hide.

He thought his plan of action. To him, it didn't look like Angel was watching, making it all the better. He worked better alone, without an audience. Being him, he hated to fail in front of them...

Frostbite's eyes scouted around the treeline, planning every action move quickly within his head. Planning for too long could cause him to loose the prey, another life-lesson he learnt quickly. This was Frost's sanctuary, a place where he could go ahead and start testing his ability to survive. And he did so.

Circling around the tree line, he looked for an opening. Seeing one small enough to keep his concealment, but large enough to swiftly dive through...perfect. "It's like this Vole purposely setting itself up, as if it were begging to be eaten." He begun to say to himself. "Eat me...it would be saying...Eat me...come on...look out succulent and Juicy I am! Eat me!" He'd grin, still not so aware of how weird he was speaking to himself, or if Angelfeather was stalking her own prey or watching him...Turning back to his prey, he leapt from the tree, silently landing onto the floor. On the side opposite where the entrance was, was the spark of his plan. Distraction. He slowly bristled his tail through the leaves for about 5 seconds, before sprinting around as quick as he could to the opening. He peered his head through the gap to check if it worked. Funnily enough, it had...

The oak-Vole was fluffy, watching where his tail had brushed. He smirked. Success once again. He need to keep track of all his different ways of catching in such odd and peculiar ways. Not letting any other minutes slip-by...he leapt into action. A quick leap through that one gap was enough to catch it off guard. He pounced down, pressing his large paws down and listening to the crack of a small-minute spine. He smiled to himself, slowly giving his regards to Starclan for what he had caught. Settling down, he had finally praised his loyalty, picking it up with his tail, unlike the majority who use their Jaws. He padded outside, hoping he had gotten away with catching so without an eye to see his actions...

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@xXBalloonsXxSorry my response was short...I was kinda rushed to be fair.

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Frostbite

It took a while for him to realise the she-cat standing in front of him. Angelfeather...He snapped back into reality when he heard it.

I know a great spot, too!" She had said, and it confused him at first. A great spot for what? Sitting? Talking? Killing other Cats? Starting a new clan? It could've meant anything, therefore, he just had to ask it...

"A...spot f-for what?" He had stuttered. Again, his lack of social skills proved to embarrass him in-front of the she-cat.

"For hunting, duuuh..." Anglefeather had repeated. Frostbite thought for a short while. Hunting...he loved hunting. He was recognised for being a skilled hunter. Also he had one new technique he was dying to try out on a Vole. Shrugging his sides off, he smiled the most awkward of smiles.

"S-sure...l-lead the way!"

(I was rushed...sorry ;3;)

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@LetMeDoStuff
Cannnnnnnn iiii? :3

@xXBalloonsXx

SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

Frostbite

Frostbite remained seated, waiting for someone to be paired with him for his Hunting duty. These waits were normally long and daunting, as most of the Warriors were either sharing tongues or chatting. Some even waking up. He had waited until the two Apprentices had stopped laughing at how 'Over-loyal' he was around Hawkstar. They were slightly right, in some ways. Frostbite was clearly one of the most Loyal cats, but clearly one that could get on one's nerves. He found it fascinating how Hawkstar had even managed to put up with him, instead of throwing him in a River like some others have done. Though, he did want a clan loyal to his name, so it slightly made some sense.

"Well, is there even such a thing as 'Over-loyal'. I know that there's overly annoying, which I guess a lot of these clanners find me, bar the majority who don't pay attention to me." Frostbite was one of those cats. He knew he wasn't obviously taken notice of, but he always thought of being the lower-life-form of the clan. It didn't really make sense how he just 'Poofed' out of nowhere one day. The lack of having family around made his communication quite limited, awful to some extent. Easily embarrassed, easily outdone. "I wonder if Frogpelt could use some more company...the Apprentices must al-"

"Do you always speak to yourself?" A near voice took Frostbite by surprise. It silenced him, making him freeze from his sentence and upcoming speech. Windclaw sat there, staring deeply at him.

"U-Uh...m-me?" Though Frostbite could clearly understand he was the one being talked to. No one was as secluded as him as to make deep conversation with themselves.

"Noooooo...Starclan..." His sarcastic voice slurred onward. "See, if I had a Mouse for every sentence you said to yourself as if another person speaking to you, if you understand what I'm saying, I'd be as plump as every single Kittypet mushed into one..." Frostbite cowered slightly at the remark, not knowing if he should take it as a joke or take it to offense. It was a tense relationship, Frostbite and Windclaw's. The two were definitely not to be put with one another. Previous events had involved them getting into arguments, and the majority of the time, Windclaw came out on top, as he had way more things to say than Frost could even get out in one comeback. Windclaw noticed his first look down. "What's the matter? You look a little down, buddy? Is it that Leaf-bare is over? Or maybe you are melting?" He grinned at him. It was at times like these were Frost wished he was going to be noticed by other clan members. But as things go by, no one really cared or took notice. With Frogpelt inside telling stories to Apprentices, he had no-one to speak for himself.

After the endless silence Frostbite kept, Windclaw smirked a half-smile. He muttered something, sounding a lot like the words 'Kittypet'. Though that would make sense, he wasn't the friendliest of Cats. Upon saying such remarks, he departed from Frost, leaving him saddened and quiet. His head drooped low down as he began to lower his head; it rested nicely on his paws. Although, not being referred to as a Scratching-Post was nice. Scars weren't as popular here as they used to be back with Vermin. To him, the more Scars meant the better...it dragged him into a deep, nostalgic muse...

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Vermin looked down upon his white and pale kit. Like the rest, he was squeaking in slight pain from the markings having to be put onto the face of him. His own frowned.

"You don't need to feel so ashamed to have these put on, Frost. They look quite threatening if you ask me..." A warming smile came from his father. As warming as it was, it always made Frost's heart burn brighter again. His whimpering was soon seized. "Feeling better?" The young kit nodded up to his father, feeling brighter at the very second. Further along the ranks of the cats, was Tree, Python, Stream...all four were playing nicely, finishing off their scar treatments. "You should go join them, Frost. You never know, you might actually have fun this time?"

The kit shook his head, not wanting to join in. His nerves had the better of him. He knew he needed to start talking to become a successful wanderer, though he just needed some time to pluck up the courage. Not all kits moved at the same pace as one another, just his was severely slower. He thought about the last time he tried to interact. They seemed to wander off with little care after he refused to say a word. He wouldn't have to get used to this though, for all of his life, especially when he reaches the age and height of a full grown wanderer, will he never have to stay not being cared about. He'll be liked and loved someday. And for as long as that takes, he'll always have Vermin to guide him along the way.

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Frostbite wasn't aware of the some-time that had passed whilst he was entrapped in his telepathic trip back. He was too busy analyzing the details of that memory. 'Always having Vermin...' and 'He'll be liked and loved...' caught his mind especially. Those didn't exactly stay as he thought he would. Though as he thought about this, he was completely oblivious to any approaching clanmates...

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Imma need someone, after I post my 2nd Post, to be paired with Frostbite for a Hunting Patrol...Anyone wanna bother? '3'

'Operation: Bronze Gate' [Modern/Military RP]

@MetronomeWell then...you can stick aside with Hotel, as the Two team's complete similar objectives...but a lot of NPC work is needed XD

'Operation: Bronze Gate' [Modern/Military RP]

@Sifter@Metronome@AgathonYou can RP, you know XD