Jinx's Adoptables!

character wanted. flowerpaw.

this character is about to go into battle. describe the scene and how they feel. out of all the things flowerpaw enjoyed, fighting was not one of them. she was a peaceful cat, and preferred to use words over claws. she didn't like spilling blood when it was unnecessary. her greatest wish was that all six clans would unite, stop fighting, and work together. then, the world would be perfect.
but, alas, there were leaders like her father, who couldn't resist the idea of battle. he said he tried to talk things out, but he never did. he lied. it was always fight, fight, fight, and no one but flowerpaw ever seemed to notice. occasionally, brackentwist might colour her opinion of him, but mostly, it was flowerpaw's own emotions that caused her to dislike her father.
speaking of which, she heard him calling to her, and looked up. two bright amber eyes, unlike both her parents, twinkling with curiosity. big, innocent eyes that never should have seen blood. she felt her tawny fur prickle at the thought. quickly, flowerpaw shook her head, and hurried towards her father. he was getting impatient. she took a spot beside him, and awaited his call for the patrol to move out.

this character is on a hunting party. describe the scene and how they feel. the feline's petite, chocolate-brown paws made next to no sound as she padded across the forest floor. greenleaf had spring upon them, and the grass beneath her paws felt fresh and sharp. tiny dew drops sparkled on the individual blades, streaming sunlight in every direction. flowerpaw purred softly, and glanced up at the members of her patrol.
mousewhisker, her aunt, stood at the front. she was the leader, the one who had called them together. slightly behind her, brackentwist, flowerpaw's mother. on the other side, leafpaw, her sister. all she-cats.
mousewhisker gave them a nod, and flowerpaw took it as a sine to move out. she bounced lightly on her paws, a rush of excitement causing her whiskers to twitch. hunting was one thing she enjoyed. the tawny apprentice parted her jaws, and perked her ears. time to hunt.

this character has wandered over the border and is encountered by an enemy patrol. describe the scene and how they feel. really, it wasn't her fault. it was the squirrel's fault, when you got down to the bare facts. flowerpaw could still feel the prey's fluffy tail brushing against her nose, the warm scent of life and the stiff scent of fear flooding her mouth. she could feel her paws pounding across the forest floor, the clearing, the thunderpath, and...pine needles. oops.
flowerpaw looked around, wide-eyed. she couldn't decide if she wanted to be excited or nervous. she had always wanted to see another clan's territory, but she knew the dangers, too. she was alone, unaccompanied, vulnerable.
"really? another one?"
flowerpaw whipped around and backed up. one by one, cats were emerging from the bushes, snarling, hissing, spitting. at the front, a huge, black tom with yellow eyes and thorn-sharp teeth. to his left, a battle-scarred, silver tabby she-cat, and to his right, a brown tabby tom, about flowerpaw's age.
"hawkstar has got to learn to keep his apprentices under control. especially his daughters. i hear a few of them have been wandering over the borders lately."
flowerpaw snarled and flattened her ears. this tom didn't deserve to insult her father like this. "my father keeps us under control just fine, thank you very much."
"oh really?" the younger tom snorted. "then why are you here?"
"accident." flowerpaw said with a shrug. "i was chasing a squirrel, crossed the border, you know how it goes."
the younger tom rolled his eyes. "yeah, right. a likely story."
"owlpaw! shut up and speak only when you're spoken to." the silver tabby hissed.
owlpaw turned on her. "but i was spoken to! didn't you hear her? she was talking to me, mousebrain."
"no, she was talking to nightwhisker, you idiot. now smarten up and keep your mouth shut." with that, the she-cat turned to flowerpaw. "listen up, princess. if i see you or one of your sisters set paw on this side of the thunderpath, starclan help me, i will rip you apart. understood?"
flowerpaw met the she-cat's gaze defiantly. she dug her claws into the ground, resisting the urge to attack. she wouldn't stand a chance against these cats, and fighting would only gather in more trouble. she didn't even like fighting. it was a final resort.
the tawny she-cat hissed angrily, lashed her tail, and turned away. she stalked back towards the border, anger boiling inside of her like a hot spring. she didn't sheath her claws until she was deep in thunderclan territory.