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Springsand blinked. "Oh- my name's Springsand. But my brother still calls me Kin..." She felt more self-concious now that said brother wasn't near her, and eye contact with this cat wasn't helping. "Nik and Yin are my littermates. The Snake I knew will probably know us only by names, if he bothered to remember." She gave another pause, this time to rack her mind for this cat's name. "I guess I'll see you around, then, Betelgeuse." She felt eyes on the back of her head, and when she turned, she was met with the glaring Cedarleaf. Clearly, he hadn't been able to sleep on his own. She made mental promise to keep an eye for the Betel cat and his group if she ever went exploring, though she wouldn't invite her brother along. If she encountered anyone named Snake or anyone who looked remotely like him, her brother would probably go crazy and try to kill them. She mused over her thoughts a bit more before she reached up and tapped the rouge leader's ear with her nose in farewell, before trotting back to the warrior's den with her tail held high.

'Ravenfeather, Ravenfeather...' He mulled it over in his head. It was a warrior name, so no doubt it would have been different during the time he may have met this cat, if he had at all. "Ah." He paused awkwardly. "Mink." The name he had created for himself upon meeting the rogues, inspired by the little animals he had encountered deep in the woods. Their dark, shiny coats and white-dabbed chins had reminded him of his own, and so the name had stuck in his mind. "My apologies for bothering you, I thought you were..." Thought he was what? That was the question, wasn't it. "Just thought I recognized you, I don't know." He glanced down at the ground, head swimming in confusion. He couldn't help compare the other cat's paws to his own, they were just alike. He shook his head slightly, confusion wasn't a feeling he managed well.

"Never knew you were so comfy with outsiders, Springleaf." The growl came from behind the she-cat's curled form, and she twitched her ear. Her brother had pretended to be asleep the moment she walked in- and now his first words sounded more liked scorning than anything else. The fact he'd used her formal name didn't help.
"I was just trying to get info from him, and say goodbye..." She grumbled, a feeling of guilt settling in her stomache at the lie. But it wasn't a lie, right? I was trying to learn more about Snake, and I did say goodbye... it's not like we're friends or anything. Her thoughts brought on sad feelings. Her brother was making friends rather easily- and with their Teacher no less- making her feel unnecessary.
After all, she had known from the start that it was inevitable that her brother would find a more suitable replacement for Yin... it was only fair that now he had found such a replacement, that she would find friends who didn't only look for a dead cat in her.
"There was no need to be so familiar with him." Cedarleaf's growl broke the she-cat out of her thoughts, and she turned to glare at him stonily.
"There was no need to try and find a replacement for Yin, either." She spat, before huffing and crawling to the edge of her nest. In his own nest, Cedarleaf bared his teeth in anger.
"I will never be able to replace something I lost- not in any lifetime!" The tom's hiss was accompanies with shuffling, indicating that he too had moved to the very edge of his nest- almost inside his mentor's by now. Springsand felt a cold chill run down her back.
When will you see you don't need to replace what's gone, Nik? I was only a temporary puppet there to take our brother's place, but now that you've found someone better fitting... why can't you let it go? Springsand nearly voiced her thoughts, but decided agaisnt it. Being on tense terms with her brother was hard enough without having to make it worse. Why is it that you've never been able to see past my masks?

EDIT: ((Just wanted to ask somethn. I'm making a story revolving around Nik and Kin and their lives basically, just wanted to know if I had permission to use what's happened in this story and the characters to base off their later years in my story... soo, if you're alright with it then just let me know.))

((OOC: Who are you asking exactly? Because you know I don't mind, right? x3))

Ravenfeather involuntarily tipped his head to the side, trying to find the name lodged anywhere in his memories, but nothing came to mind. This was going to drive him crazy, he knew it. His amber gaze flitted over Mink's form, and there was definitely similarity. Who does he remind me of, he thought, desprately searching for an answer. Mink's next words made his ears perk. So he's thinking the same thing...
Ravenfeather gave a small, uncertain nod of his head. "Yeah, same here..." Surely it wasn't a coincidence? "You were never a clan cat, were you?" The question seems to make itself known without his permission, and he quickly backtracks, having some experience with rogues. They didn't all take kindly to nosy strangers. "I mean, you don't have to tell me anything, of course. I was just wondering."

The other cat's words caught his attention. If the feeling was mutual, there was no way it was simply coincidence, right? "That's just the thing, you see..." He began, before pausing. Was it such a brilliant idea to go spouting off his life-story to a clan-cat? Life with the rogues had bestowed upon them a deep-seated distrust of them in general. And who's to say if they could not recall one another that they hadn't been enemies at one point or another? He furrowed his brow for a moment. Though it was possible, he didn't feel any negativity towards this cat that might indicate past conflict. After a moment's thought he resumed speaking; he was desperately curious now as to where he might have encountered this cat before. "...When I joined up with Betel's group, I wasn't much more than a kit. Before that I remember wandering around a bit, and that's about it. Where I came from before that is anybody's guess." It was certainly a question that had been in the back of his mind for a long time now.

Nah, it's fine. The more the merrier eh?

Talla's chuckle turned into a purr, and she tilted her head, blinking in a cat-smile. She held out her paw slowly, her bushy tail twitching.

hey guyz can i join i have a kitteepet chuructar

Name: Scotland, Scotty for short.
Age: 30 moons
Gender: ♀
Housefolk: Your mom and your dad.
Home: Your house.
Other Pets: Dog named Cheezeburger.
*Personality: Scotty is stubborn and defiant towards friends, and often very sarcastic. Around big groups, however, she tends to be very quiet and shy.
Looks: Click
*History: Born as a kittypet. Still a kittypet. Hopefully that will change.
*Family: None


FORM REJECTED, GET OUT AYASHE JFKASJDF.

Okay I'm done.

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Scotland sat by the door, looking back expectantly at the young girl who was left to care for her today. She never seemed to pay any attention to the cream and white she-cat. Just her stupid square black thing that she keeps on her lap all day. After an impatient mew, the girl finally glances over at Scotty and sighs.
"Good, get out. But don't expect me to get up and open the door for you every five minutes."
Scotland purrs loudly, knowing this usually gets her what she wants, and paces at the door. In truth, she's mentally hissing and spitting at the girl. As soon as the door is open, the she-cat darts out the door and leaps onto her fence. The pale house-cat balances expertly on the thin posts and blinks as she studies the cluster of trees, just across the large dirt path leading to the timber mill. This is her usual routine, and it never changes. She never actually leaves her fence, despite all the staring she does. She's too proud to admit that she may not be cut out for what lies beyond her yard, so Scotland settles for dreaming of a life less boring than her own. Sure, there's Cheezeburger to fight with, but even that dumb dog gets to be pretty annoying. With a sigh that may have been something like a pout for Scotland, she paces the fence and not much more.

(( Question was meant to be for each individual for each of their own characters, but for the storyline as well. I'm not using everything word for word- and some cats might not be mentioned as much since Nik and Kin don't associate with them as much... plus the story line might be altered at some areas. Soooo anyone who does agree, do say so. c: ))

NEW FORM:
Name: Snakeskin (Previously known as Snake)
Age: 5 years
Gender: Male
*Personality: Shows no emotions whatsoever, and is extremely hard to read. He also can tell lies very well and has no care for emotions others might show. He also never tells anyone anything about himself.
Looks:

*History: Snake was born a kittypet, but when he began to hear his father's stories of the wild he decided that a soft life wasn't for him. He lived believing that a cat's purpose was to look out only for their own self- that cat's were born to be alone, live alone, and therefore die alone. At the age of 2 and a half he met another loner- a Himalayan female named Harmony who had been forced out of her own kittypet life. He mated with her 6 moons later, thus fathering Kin, Nik, and Yin. He was a rather distant cat who pretended to be a semi-caring father, and Kin became rather close to this side of him. Snake told his mate that he would leave them once the kits were old enough to care for themselves- however, when she was struck with a terminal illness, he stopped his pretending. When the kits were 6 moons old, he left them during Yin's dying moments- thus becoming the target of the survivors' hatred. He went back a day later to find his youngest still alive, and when questioned what he would do now that his only kin hated him, he stated "I will shed my skin for a new one, just as a snake should do." The kit responded that he never agreed with his father's belief in dying alone, and as a result Snake watched over him until he died. The next morning, Snake buried the dead kit and turned rouge once more, putting his past behind him and getting into many fights. He later joined up with Betelgeuse's rouge group and changed his name to Snakeskin, where he currently resides.
*Family: Half-Brother of Tigerstar(they share a father who turned kittypet, but Snake doesn't know of Tigerstar). Children: Yin(Deceased), Nik, and Kin. Mate: Harmony(Deceased). However, he has never mentioned them since their seperations.

(Acceptance? 8D)

((OOC: FORM ACCEPTED, DEAR <3333))

Scotland froze in mid-step and nearly fell off her perch. She crouched and looked down at the tom, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. He was too strongly built to be a house cat like herself. A forest cat? Scotty had heard rumors about the four huge groups of her kind, all living in the wild together. Hunting for their own food, fighting for territory...
It all made her heart pound.
Now, as she looks down at the yellow tom, she can tell that he is definitely from the woods. Suddenly feeling a little inferior, Scotland bristles slightly and stands up. "Don't you dare come into my yard, or I'll have to...to, uh, I'll have to tear you to pieces!" It was all a bluff, of course, but she puffed up a bit with pride. She felt it was a perfectly good threat that no cat, forest or house cat, would put to the test.

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Ravenfeather blinked at Mink in surprise. He grins nows, tail twitching. "Maybe you were a clan cat! You could be clan born!" Then he stands up, tilting his head to the side. "And if you were only a kit when you became a rogue, I would have only seen you as a kit. So you had to be in ThunderClan for me to recognize you.." It was so odd, seeing a rogue and thinking, 'He may be from my clan. Might have even been in the nursery the same time as me.'

Snakeskin snarled as his slightly sore paws trodded on yet another sharp stone. Father never told me about this part of the woods, the coward. He sniffed with anger, wondering how any sane cat would give up such a free life to live as a housecat- a lowly little kittypet who bowed to Twolegs. The mere thought disgusted the 5 year old, twitching his torn ear- one of the many scars he had gained over the last 6 moons. So many scars, and such a short time... he mused to himself, before urging his paws forward.
That stupid tree had fallen on his temporary comrades when he had been off scouting; typical that any form of excitement would choose to visit when he wasn't around. Snake jumped over a few larger rocks, before coming to a halt right outside the clearing of his own temporary home- a pile of rocks that was occupied mainly by snakes. The adders were dangerous, but Snakeskin easily avoided them by sleeping in the trees and hoping he wouldn't fall out. Wonder when Betel will realize I'm missing anf come looking for me, wherever that silly leader is right now.