Feral Heart

(Lol, none of us roleplayed that we fell asleep)
Lightningpaw awoke at a voice yowling. Her blue eyes blurred with sleep, so she blinked a few times before they cleared. She stood and stretched, and her paw went into a cat's side. "Watch it, you rouge!" The apprentice hissed. "Sorry." She muttered, trying to hide her anger. She hadn't been clan born, and the worstest insult was used from apprentices when she messed up - rouge. So I traveled here,  not clan born. It's almost like being a blind cat that everyone looks down on! She stalked out into the clearing.

I decided to check this out. *A few moments of silence, then faint screaming "Yes! WOO HOO!" for five minutes* After five minutes of screaming, I started dancing, and almost broke my 500 something laptop my parents got me. You can tell I'm not a warrior cat fan. Heheheh. I'm always a loner/rouge that's six moons and joins a clan. *Whispers: My cat is normaly kin to Scrouge* What? You heard nothin'. Also, I'm used to bloody stuff that go as high as rated R. Blame my father for making me throw up when I was seven...

(Well, Rustys, will have to wait and see what Jimmy says. -Sits down on my special carpet- Jimmy better not keep me waiting...)

Lightningpaw blinked. "Fathomir...Fortis Animam?" Lightningpaw felt annoyed that there was still something she didn't know. "What is it, and who's Fortis Animam?" She grumbled, but she couldn't hide that she was curious.

Genee was still waiting. How can I kill time? After a while of just sitting on her bed, she opened her bag and peered in. She had s small laptop inside. She took it out, turned it on. She propped the pillow up higher, and rested her back onto it. She decided to research a little more about the school. She was curious if any strange things happened here. She wasn't sure if ghost where real or not, but spirits are real, and spirits are a lot like ghost, weren't there? I think there's just good spirits and bad ones. She noticed something in her bag. She took it out and unfold it. It was a letter. 'Dear Genee, I hope your year will be great. I want you to draw and tell me about your friends. From Mom.' Genee smiled. She logged off her laptop, put it back in her bag and pulled out a notebook. She began to draw, not really sure what, but she would know when she saw it.


Chris gave a snort as he heard a snore. Well, he snores. A smirk crept on his face. He quietly stood, and dragged a chair, trying not to make too much noise. He stepped onto the chair, near his dorm mate. He pulled out the pen he always kept in his pocket, and started drawing. (Hehehehe....) After a few moments, he moved the chair back, sat on his bed and pulled out a mirror. He waited for his dorm mate to wake up.