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Robinflight c) me
original design by =KellzFire
redling from =Sumatrae [link]
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Skype: xxowlflightxx (send me a friend request and be sure to tell me you're from oSaC)
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Name: Robinkit/Robinpaw/Robinflight
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian forest cat mix
Appearance: Red pelt with a white belly and orange eyes. A grey marking that looks like wings on her shoulder gives her her name.

Rank: Seasoned Warrior
Clan: AspenClan

Personality: [Introverted | Laid back | Intelligent | Brave | Optimistic]

- Introverted - Never being one to make many friends Robinflight has a bit of trouble getting to know other cats. If they don't talk to her first she may never find the will to speak up and say hello for the first time.

- Laid - As an apprentice Robinflight worried about just about everything, as she got older she realized it was quite pointless. Now she lets most things roll off her shoulders without a second thought. Unless it's important of course.

- Intelligent - Because of her small frame Robinflight must rely on her intelligence and speed more than anything in battle. Unlike her clan mates she must strategize quite a bit, or risk failing.

- Brave - Robinflight will never back down from a fight, she is always determined to prove her worth to her clan. She wouldn't think twice before sacrificing herself for the good of her clan.

- Optimistic - If she has a goal Robinflight will never falter in her faith of achieving it. If she could become a warrior with the whole clan looking down on her as if it was an impossible task she could accomplish anything.

History: [ A Shady Beginning | To Small | Earning her Place | A young warrior ]

- A Shady Beginning - Redwillow, a young warrior of Aspenclan had taken a mate soon after earning her warrior name. She loved him but found herself wanting something more, he was more like a friend, or brother than anything else. She found what she was looking for across the Tidalclan border. A tom named Cinderpath had caught her eye, and she'd caught his. She tried to ignore her feelings for him, wanting to stay with Ashwing but something drew her to the tom. She never intended for what happened next to happen more than once, and it didn't but the one time had its consequences. Redwillow was pregnant. She told Cinderpath because she believed he deserved to know, but she also told him that she was going to tell Ashwing he was the father. She couldn't let her mate know she had betrayed him. With that Redwillow vowed she would never look across the border searching for Cingerpath's familiar pelt again. The only thing that would remain of him were the kits she now carried in her belly. Even if they would never know who their true father was.

- To Small - Ashwing ecstatic when Redwillow told him that they were expecting kits. However as the pregnancy went on Redwillow became ill. Ashwing and the clan's medicine cat did everything they could to keep her calm, healthy, and as comfortable as possible. However this was not enough to save two of Redwiillow's kits who were stillborn. They believed this to be the end of the kitting and Redwillow and Ashwing were devastated by the outcome. However, everyone was astonished when suddenly Redwillow felt a third kit coming. In her exhaustion the medicine cat feared she wouldn't be able to deliver, but the kit was so small and frail that everything went alright. Redwillow refused to look at the kit, sure it would pass away just like the others. However this was not so, after being cleaned up, everyone was shocked to hear a small wail come from the kit which seemed to small to survive. This wail became louder and louder, crying out for it's mother.

Redwillow and Ashwing were ecstatic to have one of there kits survive, however there coming days were full of fear for the small kit. She was so fragile, and she didn't seem to be getting much bigger. Redwillow never left her kit's side, and Ashwing spent as much of his time there as he could, fearing every day would be their last together. However the kit survived. She may not have been very strong, but she was a fighter. Finally they decided to name her Robinkit, after her robin like markings. She grew slowly, and gradually she found her legs. Walking was not an easy task for Robinkit, but she got the hang of it eventually, and soon after she left the nursery for the first time to meet her clan.

The members of Aspenclan were shocked by the kit's small size. Robinkit didn't notice it at the time, simply wanting to meet all the new cats but as time when on it became a heavy burden on her small shoulders.

- Earning her Place - Redwillow and Ashwing were constantly urging Robinkit to become a medicine cat apprentice, they told her it would be the perfect job for her, so important and she'd be so good at it. They never mentioned to her that it would be much much safer for the small cat than training to be a warrior. She tested the waters, visiting the clan's medicine cat frequently as a kit, learning a little bit, but always forgetting soon after. She hated working with herbs, and wanted nothing to do with it but still her parents pressured her to try harder. Later she realized that they were afraid for her when one of the apprentices began teasing her abut her size. They told her she could never be a warrior.

This made Robinkit determined to become a warrior, when her parents spoke to the clan leader about her becoming a medicine cat apprentice and her agreed she suck out of the nursery while her mother was napping and into the leader's den. She told him she wanted to be a warrior, not a medicinecat, and that she wanted nothing to to with herbs or sick cats, her parents didn't know what they were talking about. The leader simply laughed, and told her he understood and that he would give her a warrior mentor, but warned her that she would have to work harder than most other cats. He told her that if she wanted to earn her warrior name she couldn't let other cats words effect her training. She was quick to agree, and then her leader took her back to her mother who had just woken to find her missing. They spoke for some time about Robinkit's training but she soon lost focus and began to play.

When Robinkit was assigned a mentor she couldn't be more happy. They pushed her just like any other apprentice, harder even. Many days she would return to camp exhausted, simply eating and curling up in her nest for a well deserved night's sleep. In her days as an apprentice Robinpaw didn't make many friends, most of the other apprentices seemed to think she was to small or weak to be friends with. She couldn't play properly, and she was always tired. Robinpaw watched them all become warriors before her, as well as a few apprentices who started their training a couple moons after. She began to think she would never become a full fledged warrior. She started training even harder, hardly sleeping so she could fit in more training. On her own or with her mentor.

It wasn't until Robinpaw's mentor began to notice her stress that her final assessment finally took place. She was to fight her mentor. Claws remained sheathed but aside from that everything about the fight was very real. If Robinpaw was to become a warrior she needed to take care of herself. For what seemed like hours Robinpaw was dodging moves but her mentor would not relent. Finally Robinpaw realized she would not win the fight this way and began to strike. Short quick blows at first, mainly aiming for the face to disorient her opponent but soon she graduated to some of the most advanced attack moves she knew. She had picked them up from some warriors she had seen training so her mentor didn't even know she knew them. Robinpaw knocked her mentor to the ground and pinned her there, placing her paws on her mentors neck, firm enough to hold her there and lose enough to let her breath. "Do I win?" she asked.

Her mentor simply laughed and lightly shoved her apprentice off, telling her she had passed, but would still need to prove herself to many cats in the clan. Some still believed letting her become a warrior apprentice was the wrong choice.

- A Young Warrior - As a young warrior the newly named Robinflight took her place in as many battles as she could. She never let fear phase her and soon earned the respect of most of her clan mates. She began to relax, taking the time to really get to know some of her clan mates. Or at least trying, she'd never really been one to make friends before so it was harder now that she was older. She began to talk to cats whenever the chance arose, trying her best to be friendly and talkative. However this forced personality simply didn't fit Robinflight, she once again became quiet and introverted, however if someone were to speak with her she would be friendly and open to conversation. She became at peace with her place in her clan and began to simply enjoy life for what it was. She was always happy to make friends, and determined to protect her clan but what happened happened and she would not push for something she wanted if it was not important. She was prepared for the bumps in the road life would bring her.

One such bump was the death of her parents. When illness struck the clan both of her parents were infected with greencough. She was not aloud to be near them because of her weak immune system but when the clan's medicine cat realized they wouldn't make it he allowed her to say goodbye. Sadly Ashwing did not make it long enough for her to reach them before he passed. Her mother however was still alive, but just barely. Redwillow urged Robinflight to come closer, telling her she had something extremely important to tell her. With grief blurring her vision and clogging her throat Robinflight came closer. As the light from her eyes faded Redwillow whispered, "Find your sister, she's..." The sentence was left unfinished as Starclan took what until now, Robinflight had believed to be her last kin. Robinflight never told anyone about her mother's last words, fearing they would pass them off as a dying cat going mad from fever. That her mother didn't know what she was saying. Robinflight did not know if it was true or not, but the idea of having kin still in this world, and not hidden within those portals, pleased her.

Notes:
-Robinflight is highly prone to getting sick. She has a weak immune system because of lack of nutrition before she was born (due to her mother being ill)
-Most of Robinflight's scars are hidden under her fur, only very prominent scars would show, and she currently has none.
-Robinflight Does not know that she has relatives in other clans

Family:

- Biological Father - Cinderpath | Tidalclan | Dead
- Mother - Redwillow | Aspenclan | Dead
- Father - Ashwing | Aspenclan | Dead
- Half Sister - Singewhisker | [link] | Raggedclan (formerly Tidalclan) | Warrior

Apprentice: Cloverpaw | [link]
Relationship tracker:
Hate
Dislike
Neutral
Like
Friend
Best friend
Crush
Love friend/family
Love romantically
Respect
Dead

Tidalclan:

- Redwillow - I love my mom, but she was way to protective of me. Even when I became a warrior she was always fussing over me before and after battles. Great Starclan, when she was in the same battle as me she'd never let me out of her sight! Try explaining that to your clanmates without looking like a kit! She was an amazing cat though, and I'd give anything to see her again. The only thing I wish I could ask her, is what she meant when she said I had a sister.. if only she'd stayed awake a bit longer...

- Ashwing - My dad was an amazing cat, he'd even help me with my training sometimes. My mom didn't like it but he knew I needed to be a warrior. He helped me in every way he could and I couldn't be more grateful for that. I miss him with all my heart.

- Silverwren [link] - I like Silverwren, she's a good cat. We became friends shortly after I became a warrior. She sometimes makes rude comments on my size but I know she doesn't mean it in a bad way, and I think sometimes if she doesnt do stuff like that she'll feel inferior to other cats. I was so proud when my friend became depute!

- Cedarpaw [link] - He seems to get in a lot of fights, but if you keep an eye on him for a bit you'll notice he isn't always like that. I think he's just having some trouble because he's smaller than his siblings, maybe I should talk to him, it might help...

- Cloverpaw [link] - I am so proud to be honored with an apprentice, Cloverpaw is an amazing little she-cat. She is sometimes teased because some of the younger cats still view me as weak, or have heard things about me from their parents. She handles it very well, sometimes I feel it makes us closer. Though she is young and is prone to take her anger from the teasing out on me at times. I understand why she does it, but it still hurts.

- Sharkheart [link] - Before I ran into him out alone on a hunt I thought Sharkheart was some stuck up tom who needed to have himself surrounded by swooning she-cats. After spending some time alone with him I realize I was wrong, he's actually a nice cat. I like to consider him a friend, though I'm still not 100% sure he thinks the same about me. I know he likes me but I don't know if it's as a friend or just another she-cat he likes to flirt with. He clearly knows it will go nowhere though... maybe more than I do....

Tidalclan:

- Cinderpath - Umm.. yeah, I think I've seen him, he's talked to me at gatherings quite a few times actually... not sure why though. He hasn't recently though.. didn't they say him and his mate were killed in that fire? With there kit too I think, but I'm not sure..

- Tidepaw [link] - At first I found Tidepaw to be annoying, after all she did cost me my kill, however when some rouges strayed into clan territory she fought right by my side and helped chase them off. I respect her natural fighting ability and her willingness to help another cat who is clearly out matched, even with her help. If I hadn't wounded the leader of those cats for all I know I'd be dead right now. I would like to see her at a gathering some time.

Raggedclan:

- Singewhisker [link] - I've seen her around gatherings.. I think, or at least I've heard of her.

RP Example:Kleio scanned the cats stalking along the river bank beside her, the dim moon light turning there pelts shades of grey and silver. A deep purr rumbled in her throat as she heard the clank of metal on metal, a signal that Scaeden was now turning onto shadow's land. She bounded a few paces to catch up then crossed the river behind him and some of the others. It hardly came up her legs bit it was ice cold and the rocks below were slippery. She prayed the water wouldn't rust her metal claws, she made a mental note to get them cleaned later. About half way across her paw slipped, plunging her leg into the water nearly up to her shoulder. She bared her teeth in a silent snarl to prevent herself from calling out in anger. She was more careful as she crossed the rest of the way.

As the bounty hunters crossed the shadow empires territory they churned up dust and the soft pound of paw pads on earth filled her ears along with the light clank of metal armor moving. Her own armor didn't make much of a sound besides the chain mail wrapped around her tail, she was excited to try using it so smack around some empire scum. If she turned fast enough that thing could take out teeth easily. By the time they reached Thunder's territory her wet fur was black from ash. Actually nearly her entire coat was dusted grey from the clouds of ash her companions had churned up with their paws. She payed no mind however, besides scraping the goo out from between her does on a smooth stone.

She looked at the leaders of the raid, grinning with the satisfaction of knowing she would be on Scaedens patrol, she could prove something to him. After all this was her first major hunt, when she was an apprentice you actually didn't get to hunt until you were actually a real hunter. She shot a jealous glance at Juno and Furie, but it was so quick no one would have noticed. Her heart began to pound with anticipation, clawing at the ground waiting for the patrols to move on.

Description
Robinflight c) me
original design by =KellzFire
redling from =Sumatrae [link]
-----

RP INFO
Skype: xxowlflightxx (send me a friend request and be sure to tell me you're from oSaC)
Note: Send me a note, I'm always up to a note RP
Forum: I'm a bit new to forums, you can link me to one or note me and explane to me how to make one XD;
Chat: Note me and we'll set up a time

Name: Robinkit/Robinpaw/Robinflight
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian forest cat mix
Appearance: Red pelt with a white belly and orange eyes. A grey marking that looks like wings on her shoulder gives her her name.

Rank: Seasoned Warrior
Clan: AspenClan

Personality: [Introverted | Laid back | Intelligent | Brave | Optimistic]

- Introverted - Never being one to make many friends Robinflight has a bit of trouble getting to know other cats. If they don't talk to her first she may never find the will to speak up and say hello for the first time.

- Laid - As an apprentice Robinflight worried about just about everything, as she got older she realized it was quite pointless. Now she lets most things roll off her shoulders without a second thought. Unless it's important of course.

- Intelligent - Because of her small frame Robinflight must rely on her intelligence and speed more than anything in battle. Unlike her clan mates she must strategize quite a bit, or risk failing.

- Brave - Robinflight will never back down from a fight, she is always determined to prove her worth to her clan. She wouldn't think twice before sacrificing herself for the good of her clan.

- Optimistic - If she has a goal Robinflight will never falter in her faith of achieving it. If she could become a warrior with the whole clan looking down on her as if it was an impossible task she could accomplish anything.

History: [ A Shady Beginning | To Small | Earning her Place | A young warrior ]

- A Shady Beginning - Redwillow, a young warrior of Aspenclan had taken a mate soon after earning her warrior name. She loved him but found herself wanting something more, he was more like a friend, or brother than anything else. She found what she was looking for across the Tidalclan border. A tom named Cinderpath had caught her eye, and she'd caught his. She tried to ignore her feelings for him, wanting to stay with Ashwing but something drew her to the tom. She never intended for what happened next to happen more than once, and it didn't but the one time had its consequences. Redwillow was pregnant. She told Cinderpath because she believed he deserved to know, but she also told him that she was going to tell Ashwing he was the father. She couldn't let her mate know she had betrayed him. With that Redwillow vowed she would never look across the border searching for Cingerpath's familiar pelt again. The only thing that would remain of him were the kits she now carried in her belly. Even if they would never know who their true father was.

- To Small - Ashwing ecstatic when Redwillow told him that they were expecting kits. However as the pregnancy went on Redwillow became ill. Ashwing and the clan's medicine cat did everything they could to keep her calm, healthy, and as comfortable as possible. However this was not enough to save two of Redwiillow's kits who were stillborn. They believed this to be the end of the kitting and Redwillow and Ashwing were devastated by the outcome. However, everyone was astonished when suddenly Redwillow felt a third kit coming. In her exhaustion the medicine cat feared she wouldn't be able to deliver, but the kit was so small and frail that everything went alright. Redwillow refused to look at the kit, sure it would pass away just like the others. However this was not so, after being cleaned up, everyone was shocked to hear a small wail come from the kit which seemed to small to survive. This wail became louder and louder, crying out for it's mother.

Redwillow and Ashwing were ecstatic to have one of there kits survive, however there coming days were full of fear for the small kit. She was so fragile, and she didn't seem to be getting much bigger. Redwillow never left her kit's side, and Ashwing spent as much of his time there as he could, fearing every day would be their last together. However the kit survived. She may not have been very strong, but she was a fighter. Finally they decided to name her Robinkit, after her robin like markings. She grew slowly, and gradually she found her legs. Walking was not an easy task for Robinkit, but she got the hang of it eventually, and soon after she left the nursery for the first time to meet her clan.

The members of Aspenclan were shocked by the kit's small size. Robinkit didn't notice it at the time, simply wanting to meet all the new cats but as time when on it became a heavy burden on her small shoulders.

- Earning her Place - Redwillow and Ashwing were constantly urging Robinkit to become a medicine cat apprentice, they told her it would be the perfect job for her, so important and she'd be so good at it. They never mentioned to her that it would be much much safer for the small cat than training to be a warrior. She tested the waters, visiting the clan's medicine cat frequently as a kit, learning a little bit, but always forgetting soon after. She hated working with herbs, and wanted nothing to do with it but still her parents pressured her to try harder. Later she realized that they were afraid for her when one of the apprentices began teasing her abut her size. They told her she could never be a warrior.

This made Robinkit determined to become a warrior, when her parents spoke to the clan leader about her becoming a medicine cat apprentice and her agreed she suck out of the nursery while her mother was napping and into the leader's den. She told him she wanted to be a warrior, not a medicinecat, and that she wanted nothing to to with herbs or sick cats, her parents didn't know what they were talking about. The leader simply laughed, and told her he understood and that he would give her a warrior mentor, but warned her that she would have to work harder than most other cats. He told her that if she wanted to earn her warrior name she couldn't let other cats words effect her training. She was quick to agree, and then her leader took her back to her mother who had just woken to find her missing. They spoke for some time about Robinkit's training but she soon lost focus and began to play.

When Robinkit was assigned a mentor she couldn't be more happy. They pushed her just like any other apprentice, harder even. Many days she would return to camp exhausted, simply eating and curling up in her nest for a well deserved night's sleep. In her days as an apprentice Robinpaw didn't make many friends, most of the other apprentices seemed to think she was to small or weak to be friends with. She couldn't play properly, and she was always tired. Robinpaw watched them all become warriors before her, as well as a few apprentices who started their training a couple moons after. She began to think she would never become a full fledged warrior. She started training even harder, hardly sleeping so she could fit in more training. On her own or with her mentor.

It wasn't until Robinpaw's mentor began to notice her stress that her final assessment finally took place. She was to fight her mentor. Claws remained sheathed but aside from that everything about the fight was very real. If Robinpaw was to become a warrior she needed to take care of herself. For what seemed like hours Robinpaw was dodging moves but her mentor would not relent. Finally Robinpaw realized she would not win the fight this way and began to strike. Short quick blows at first, mainly aiming for the face to disorient her opponent but soon she graduated to some of the most advanced attack moves she knew. She had picked them up from some warriors she had seen training so her mentor didn't even know she knew them. Robinpaw knocked her mentor to the ground and pinned her there, placing her paws on her mentors neck, firm enough to hold her there and lose enough to let her breath. "Do I win?" she asked.

Her mentor simply laughed and lightly shoved her apprentice off, telling her she had passed, but would still need to prove herself to many cats in the clan. Some still believed letting her become a warrior apprentice was the wrong choice.

- A Young Warrior - As a young warrior the newly named Robinflight took her place in as many battles as she could. She never let fear phase her and soon earned the respect of most of her clan mates. She began to relax, taking the time to really get to know some of her clan mates. Or at least trying, she'd never really been one to make friends before so it was harder now that she was older. She began to talk to cats whenever the chance arose, trying her best to be friendly and talkative. However this forced personality simply didn't fit Robinflight, she once again became quiet and introverted, however if someone were to speak with her she would be friendly and open to conversation. She became at peace with her place in her clan and began to simply enjoy life for what it was. She was always happy to make friends, and determined to protect her clan but what happened happened and she would not push for something she wanted if it was not important. She was prepared for the bumps in the road life would bring her.

One such bump was the death of her parents. When illness struck the clan both of her parents were infected with greencough. She was not aloud to be near them because of her weak immune system but when the clan's medicine cat realized they wouldn't make it he allowed her to say goodbye. Sadly Ashwing did not make it long enough for her to reach them before he passed. Her mother however was still alive, but just barely. Redwillow urged Robinflight to come closer, telling her she had something extremely important to tell her. With grief blurring her vision and clogging her throat Robinflight came closer. As the light from her eyes faded Redwillow whispered, "Find your sister, she's..." The sentence was left unfinished as Starclan took what until now, Robinflight had believed to be her last kin. Robinflight never told anyone about her mother's last words, fearing they would pass them off as a dying cat going mad from fever. That her mother didn't know what she was saying. Robinflight did not know if it was true or not, but the idea of having kin still in this world, and not hidden within those portals, pleased her.

Notes:
-Robinflight is highly prone to getting sick. She has a weak immune system because of lack of nutrition before she was born (due to her mother being ill)
-Most of Robinflight's scars are hidden under her fur, only very prominent scars would show, and she currently has none.
-Robinflight Does not know that she has relatives in other clans

Family:

- Biological Father - Cinderpath | Tidalclan | Dead
- Mother - Redwillow | Aspenclan | Dead
- Father - Ashwing | Aspenclan | Dead
- Half Sister - Singewhisker | [link] | Raggedclan (formerly Tidalclan) | Warrior

Apprentice: Cloverpaw | [link]
Relationship tracker:
Hate
Dislike
Neutral
Like
Friend
Best friend
Crush
Love friend/family
Love romantically
Respect
Dead

Tidalclan:

- Redwillow - I love my mom, but she was way to protective of me. Even when I became a warrior she was always fussing over me before and after battles. Great Starclan, when she was in the same battle as me she'd never let me out of her sight! Try explaining that to your clanmates without looking like a kit! She was an amazing cat though, and I'd give anything to see her again. The only thing I wish I could ask her, is what she meant when she said I had a sister.. if only she'd stayed awake a bit longer...

- Ashwing - My dad was an amazing cat, he'd even help me with my training sometimes. My mom didn't like it but he knew I needed to be a warrior. He helped me in every way he could and I couldn't be more grateful for that. I miss him with all my heart.

- Silverwren [link] - I like Silverwren, she's a good cat. We became friends shortly after I became a warrior. She sometimes makes rude comments on my size but I know she doesn't mean it in a bad way, and I think sometimes if she doesnt do stuff like that she'll feel inferior to other cats. I was so proud when my friend became depute!

- Cedarpaw [link] - He seems to get in a lot of fights, but if you keep an eye on him for a bit you'll notice he isn't always like that. I think he's just having some trouble because he's smaller than his siblings, maybe I should talk to him, it might help...

- Cloverpaw [link] - I am so proud to be honored with an apprentice, Cloverpaw is an amazing little she-cat. She is sometimes teased because some of the younger cats still view me as weak, or have heard things about me from their parents. She handles it very well, sometimes I feel it makes us closer. Though she is young and is prone to take her anger from the teasing out on me at times. I understand why she does it, but it still hurts.

- Sharkheart [link] - Before I ran into him out alone on a hunt I thought Sharkheart was some stuck up tom who needed to have himself surrounded by swooning she-cats. After spending some time alone with him I realize I was wrong, he's actually a nice cat. I like to consider him a friend, though I'm still not 100% sure he thinks the same about me. I know he likes me but I don't know if it's as a friend or just another she-cat he likes to flirt with. He clearly knows it will go nowhere though... maybe more than I do....

Tidalclan:

- Cinderpath - Umm.. yeah, I think I've seen him, he's talked to me at gatherings quite a few times actually... not sure why though. He hasn't recently though.. didn't they say him and his mate were killed in that fire? With there kit too I think, but I'm not sure..

- Tidepaw [link] - At first I found Tidepaw to be annoying, after all she did cost me my kill, however when some rouges strayed into clan territory she fought right by my side and helped chase them off. I respect her natural fighting ability and her willingness to help another cat who is clearly out matched, even with her help. If I hadn't wounded the leader of those cats for all I know I'd be dead right now. I would like to see her at a gathering some time.

Raggedclan:

- Singewhisker [link] - I've seen her around gatherings.. I think, or at least I've heard of her.

RP Example:Kleio scanned the cats stalking along the river bank beside her, the dim moon light turning there pelts shades of grey and silver. A deep purr rumbled in her throat as she heard the clank of metal on metal, a signal that Scaeden was now turning onto shadow's land. She bounded a few paces to catch up then crossed the river behind him and some of the others. It hardly came up her legs bit it was ice cold and the rocks below were slippery. She prayed the water wouldn't rust her metal claws, she made a mental note to get them cleaned later. About half way across her paw slipped, plunging her leg into the water nearly up to her shoulder. She bared her teeth in a silent snarl to prevent herself from calling out in anger. She was more careful as she crossed the rest of the way.

As the bounty hunters crossed the shadow empires territory they churned up dust and the soft pound of paw pads on earth filled her ears along with the light clank of metal armor moving. Her own armor didn't make much of a sound besides the chain mail wrapped around her tail, she was excited to try using it so smack around some empire scum. If she turned fast enough that thing could take out teeth easily. By the time they reached Thunder's territory her wet fur was black from ash. Actually nearly her entire coat was dusted grey from the clouds of ash her companions had churned up with their paws. She payed no mind however, besides scraping the goo out from between her does on a smooth stone.

She looked at the leaders of the raid, grinning with the satisfaction of knowing she would be on Scaedens patrol, she could prove something to him. After all this was her first major hunt, when she was an apprentice you actually didn't get to hunt until you were actually a real hunter. She shot a jealous glance at Juno and Furie, but it was so quick no one would have noticed. Her heart began to pound with anticipation, clawing at the ground waiting for the patrols to move on.