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Driftpaw's ears flicked to the sound of another cat's voice, but when she tried to move her head to look it sent another shock of pain down her spine. She hissed, lay still for a few seconds, then tried again. This time she was prepared for the stabbing sensation that travelling through her back...

"Rainleap, don't!" Shellstripe yowled as she bounded over to him, wading up to her chest as she came in beside him. "Can you see her?" Rainleap shook his head, taking a step back as a strong gust buffeted against him. "We'll try further up the beach." Redstar called as he joined the group on...

Driftpaw fought with everything she had as she was dragged under, and under. Panic seared through her, her thoughts scattered and her body going in overdrive as she repeatedly tried to claw her way back to the surface. Every time her head breached the waves, the time seemed to grow shorter, her...

"It took a while to wake up..." Ghada commented quietly. Maybe I should stay and run a diagnostic, Ghada thought silently, but she felt her bag weigh on her shoulders and decided that she couldn't. She needed to get home. She backed away a step or two, trying to slowly distance herself from the...

"Like I just said, my warriors would never-" Redstar began, but was cut off by a strangled yowl coming from the cliff's edge. He flicked his head to look over at the apprentices to see Shellstripe sprinting a tail-length behind Otterclaw, who was pelting for the edge of the rock. Dread filled...

Glee filled Driftpaw as she landed the blow to his shoulder, and she went with him as he stumbled back. He was struggling to keep up, like she knew he would, and that fact spurred her on as she prepared herself for another attack. This was her element - the wind was nothing more than annoyance...

A hiss of glee escaped Driftpaw's mouth as her claws scraped down Thistlepaw's face, and she was so caught up in the feeling she didn't anticipate the move as he flung his legs. Her reaction was messy, twisting her body to one side to try to avoid the attack, but she skidded on the slippery...

(Ah I'm sure it did!) Nodding once solemnly to the Brambleclan deputy, Redstar didn't spare so much as a glance at Otterclaw as he followed Rainleap along the rock. "Don't play with your prey, Driftpaw." Shellstripe purred, a look of amusement gleaming in her eyes as she began to pad away...

(I hope your exam went well!) "Pfft, begging you for a fight? You're the one that started with the insults, insinuating that we'd want to cross over into your pitiful territory." Driftpaw shot back, standing once again, tail beginning to twitch. This apprentice was so haughty, so arrogant...

"Yeah Thistlepaw, listen to your mentor. Obviously they lack the lessons of respect over in BrambleClan, but I'd be happy to teach you some if you cross that line." Driftpaw challenged, jerking her muzzle at the invisible line that separated the territories. Her amber eyes glistened with threat...

The fur along Driftpaw's spine rose involuntarily as she assessed the group before them. She felt Shellstripe's tail brush cautiously against her side as her mentor leapt up to join the group on the rock. "I was going to ask you the same thing." Redstar replied cooly. He had dropped his glare...

Ghada backed away from the machine a step or two, not trusting the great mass of metal that had been trying to brutally murder them all. She still felt calmer, but there was en edge to it as she eyed the large drill that made one of its hands. "It can understand us?" she asked, doubtful.

"Driftpaw!" Sunlight beamed down onto a crop of low rocks that jutted out into the ocean. A fawn tabby she-cat was stretched out, amber eyes half-closed, enjoying the warmth that soaked her shining pelt. The sounds of the waves gently brushing the rocks below, combined with the calls from...

Bethbubbles' OC's Name: Driftpaw Age: 11 Moons Gender: Female Clan: SandClan Personality: Feisty, fiery and ferocious, there are very few challenges Driftpaw doesn't fly at claws first. She loves nothing more than a good fight, verbal or otherwise, for nothing more than the thrill of it. Her...

I like all of your originals and I freaking love Warrior Cats, so PM if you still need a buddy! I like in detail and as long as possible, but I do prefer to play female characters as opposed to male ones. :)

Ghada's hands slackened slightly on her bag, but not by much. She turned her attention from the AI playing the guitar to the large AI that was making the less pleasant noises. Her eyes flicked to the figure before it - a mutant. Her chest panged with the longing that often occured when she saw...

Ghada whipped her head, realising that in her worry she'd come out of hiding. Her hands tightened on her bag straps as she stared at the other AI. She didn't want to admit the noises were coming from near her home, where all her possessions were, but her lying capabilities were not advanced...

Ghada watched with relief as the colourful AI stood, obviously fine after her fall. She breathed a low sigh that she didn't need, then backed slowly away from the bin, deciding that staying here instead of returning home would only land her in trouble. As she wound her way through the back...

Ghada's nerves shot through the roof as the suffocating sounds of the bike engines tore through the otherwise quiet streets. Her fingers were painfully tight as she gripped the straps of her bag. She dared to peak over the edge of the bin, and managed to glimpse the bikes steal the hat from one...

I'd kind of prefer it, just so that we're not all typing one response to someone else's post and then we all end up walking in different directions (or worse). It doesn't have to be followed to a T (obviously some people will be online at times others are not etc.) but just so we roughly know...