So, this is inspired by a recent role-play I was a part of. My character in the role-play was obviously the main character, Breezetail. I might just write what I role-played, maybe tweak it a bit. We'll see how it goes :)
Main Characters:
Breezetail- she-cat, Thunderclan warrior, white pelt with grey spots, light-grey, dark-grey, and white striped tail, ice-blue eyes, sweet, curious, easily conflicted and angered
Stone- tom, Loner, grey pelt, amber eyes, white chest and paws, calm, brave
Tigerwish: tom, Thunderclan deputy, white tabby with grey stripes, brother of Breezetail, protective, level-headed, quick to make decitions and stands by them
Adderclaw- Brother of Rainheart, Thunderclan warrior, white-and-orange mottled tom, blazing green eyes, very determined, friendly, loyal
Night- Loner, large black tom with black and dark grey striped tail, identical twin of Shadow, calm most of the time, but angered easily
Shadow- Loner, average-sized black tom with black and dark grey striped tail, identical twin of Night, trouble-maker, likes to sneak off, often speaks his mind without thinking first
Rainheart-Sister of Adderclaw, White-and-grey mottled she-cat, bright blue eyes, shy, kind-hearted, hates seeing others in pain
Swiftstar- Ginger tom, soft green eyes, hates to back down, thick-headed
Lakestep- Thunderclan Medicine Cat, blue-grey tom, white front paws, quiet, shy, caring, concerned
Other Characters:
Patch- Mother of Night and Shadow, Loner, Brown-and-white she with black, white, and brown striped tail, considerate, protective
Bark: tom, brown and white pelt, loner, "leader", hates when others question his authority, quick to get into a fight
Mist: she-cat, silver tabby, loner, likes Bark, backs him up in order to get him to like her.
Feather: she-cat, soft pure white fur , loner, friendly, afraid of Bark, secretly enemies with Mist but no one knows why
Mud: tom, brown fur, loner, very quiet, cowardly, doesn't like to get on anyone's bad side.
(LAKE TERRITORY!)
Prologue
Five cats moved silently along the shores of the lake. A brown and white tom's ears swiveled. Hearing nothing but the chirps of crickets, he sat up a bit, satisfied. He turned to a grey tom, who searched across a little stream with his amber eyes. "See anything, Stone?"
"Nope. I don't see any movement. Not even prey. Are you sure this will be worth it, Bark?" The grey tom looked up with calm eyes.
Bark growled quietly. "Of course it is, mouse-brain!"
A silver tabby she-cat padded up to Bark, rubbing herself along his side as she glared at Stone. "Of course Bark knows what he's doing. Why can't you ever go along with something without disagreement or worry or something!" She hissed. Stone heard Mist mutter something along the lines of "Patch would have been a better choice than that furball."
"Quiet, nettle-head!" Stone turned to a brown tom and a pure white she-cat behind them. "Mud, Feather, what do you think?"
Feather spoke softly. "I think Mist is right." The tom nods as well. Mist gives Stone a triumphant smirk. Stone sighs and flicks his tail. Bark smiles. "Alright, then. Let's go. Patch can't wait forever."
The cats move, pawstep-by-pawstep, closer to the sleeping, unaware Thunderclan camp.
...
Breezetail looked back at the parted ferns hanging in the entrance of the warrior den. Her brother, Tigerwish, had appeared, his white and grey-striped head sticking out through the green den-cover. Mouse-dung. I thought he was still asleep. "Yes, brother?"
"What are you doing? There's no patrol to go on. Why are you out?" His ears perked a the deputy regarded me with cold, yet worried-filled, eyes.
"Oh, I just wanted to look at the stars. There's a clear view of Silverpelt tonight."
He chuckled, padding the rest of the way out and coming to sit next to me. "Even when you were a kit, you'd always loved to look at the stars. I can't believe how grown you've gotten, sister. I remember when you were not even a tail-lenght long appertince. You were a pawful." He said with a grin.
"I was not! Rainheart said I was one of the most well-behaved appertices. You grew up with her!"
The white tom smiled. "Yeah. Just like you and Adderclaw." Breezetail looked back toward the den, where she knew the sleeping orange-and-white mottled tom dreamed next to his older sister. A warm smile crept on her muzzle.
The white tom looked up at the stars again. "It's getting late, and I need to talk to Lakestep tomorrow. I might put you on herb gathering with him instead of an early morning patrol. Is that ok?"
Breezetail felt her cheaks grow warm when the medicine cat's name was mentioned. They, too, had grown up togeather since kithood. "Yeah. Of course."
"Good. Well, good night, Breezetail. I'll leave you to your star-gazing. Don't be up too late." He licked her ear before disappering back into the dark den. Breezetail sighed, looking back up to the dark, starry sky. Silverpelt passed overhead, and stars twinkled in her eyes. Everything is perfect. Nothing can make this night not so.
