Could I be a prophesied cat from ShadowClan? 

Here is my charrie:

ShadowClan

Name: Owlpaw

Rank: Apprentice

Age: 7 moons

Clan: ShadowClan

Appearance: Light brown tabby fur, white belly and paws, and big amber eyes. Long striped tail and has a lithe build.

Purrsonality: Clever, quick-thinking, and loves to have fun. Likes pulling pranks, but can be serious at times.

Backstory: Well, she's the prophesied cat from ShadowClan, but she doesn't know it (yet). Otherwise, nothing out of the ordinary.

I'll post another charrie later.

Yep! :D

Btw, my stories will most likely be in 1st person POV, with occasional 3rd person POV. ;) 

Name: Whitesun

Rank: Warrior

Age: 25 moons

Clan: WindClan

Appearance: Creamy white fur, golden paws, ears, and underbelly. Long, thick tail. Dark amber eyes with lighter gold flecks.

Purrsonality: Whitesun's first apprentice, Brushpaw, left the Clan and became a rogue. It left Whitesun shocked and distrustful, at least for a few moons. He has a new apprentice, Whisperpaw, but his Clan suspects him to still be hurt, because he is often snappish and distant. However, he is a very skilled fighter and an extremely loyal and just warrior. 

Backstory: He is the prophecised WindClan cat.

Name: Dewstep

Rank: Medicine cat

Age: 16 moons

Clan: RiverClan

Appearance: Blue-gray she-cat mottled with white speckles. Pale blue eyes, and a long, thin tail. Short furred.

Purrsonality: Gentle, even-tempered, never shows frustration, not a skilled hunter, young and carefree, can sometimes seem bored or uninterested but is just trying to hide her nerves.

Backstory: Fell in love with Streamfeather of RiverClan as an apprentice, but he died of battle wounds, and Dewstep (then Dewpaw) couldn't save him. Has been doubtful of herself ever since. 

I'm not going to join, but here's the warrior code if you need it. I can post ceremonies as well if need be.

1. Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your own.
2. Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory.
3. Elders and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors.
4. Prey must be killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
5. A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.
6. Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.
7. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice.
8. The deputy will become Clan leader after the leader dies or retires.
9. After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.
10. A gathering of all Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts the whole night. There will be no fighting among the Clans at this time.
11. Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.
12. No warrior may neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if that kit is from a different Clan.
13. The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code.
14. An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his or her battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or it is necessary for self-defense.
15. A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet.

Here are my other charries:

Name: Shrewfang

Rank: Warrior/Owlpaw's mentor

Age: 15 moons

Clan: ShadowClan

Appearance: Mottled gray fur with a white spot on her forehead. Green eyes, slim build, and is very pretty.

Purrsonality: Clever and wise. Being very talkative, she can chatter all day. Will do anything for her clan.

Backstory: Eh, it's average.

Name: Rowanheart

Rank: Warrior

Age: 16 moons

Clan: ShadowClan

Appearance: Rusty ginger fur with a single white paw and yellow eyes. He's a small cat with a muscular build.

Purrsonality: He may be small for his age, but don't get him mad. Grumpy, not much of a talker, but he'll do anything for his clan. Likes fighting and is very ambitious (in a good way).

Backstory: Nothing really made him grumpy. He had an average ShadowClan life. 

All accepted! Let's start!!

Sunfoot-

I sigh and walk over to the lake. I wish I hadn't been taken so young. I walk along the lakeshore and run into Bluestar and Cinderpelt. Hiding amount the stars of Silverpelt, I listen.

"Cinderpelt, I'm worried about this new prophecy. It scares me. How are we going to tell the Clans??"

"I don't know, Bluestar. We will find a way."

"But how wI'll we tell Sunfoot? You know she is still in grief. And Whitesun and Owlpaw?! We don't even know who the River-"

Cinderpelt sounded exasperated. "We will figure out a way, Bluestar. Calm down."

I gasped silently. Cinderpelt and Bluestar passed  my hiding spot. I held my breath. After a slight parting of jaws, they continued. I sighed again. So I'm In a prophecy. Brilliant.

Someone sign up for the River clan spot! ;) 

As you can tell by my name, I am a total Warriors fangirl, so I'm joining. I'll post my carry sheet later. I'll reserve the Thunderclan prophecy cat, and maybe a Riverclan deputy on the point of becoming a leader. Or something. 

Can we start?

Is the Thunderclan prophecy open? Can I reserve it if so?

Can I join? If so, here's my charrie:

Name: Swiftbreeze

Rank: Med cat

Age: 15 moons

Clan: SHADOWCLAN FOREVER!!! (But her father was a RiverClan cat ... *everyone gasps*)

Apperance: She has light gray fur which is super fluffy and soft (XD) and large light green eyes which seems to be looking into your very soul ...

Purrsonality:(:P) She's very sweet, if a bit reserved, and would do anything to help her clanmates.

Backstory:(opt.) @Bumble, can Shrewfang and Swiftbreeze be siblings?

P.S. I write in 3rd person charries.

Whitesun

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The short grasses of the moor rustled in the wind. Suddenly a rabbit burst from the bushes, a lithe gray shape at its heels. There was a squeal that was quickly cut off, and a soft-furred she-cat padded out of the brush, the rabbit clasped firmly in her jaws. She padded over to her mentor and dropped it at his paws. He flicked his tail and dipped his head in praise.

"Nice catch, Whisperpaw," he said, pushing it back towards her with a large golden paw. "But I think you could stand to make your kill a little quieter." Whisperpaw looked up, worried, but relaxed when she saw faint amusement gleaming in his amber eyes. The cream-colored tom picked up his prey as well, and together they padded back to their camp.

"Whitesun!" a light brown tabby she-cat greeted the tom as they entered the camp. "And Whisperpaw, too!" Whisperpaw greeted her with a friendly nod, but Whitesun flicked his tail and stalked past, depositing his fresh-kill on the pile and slipping into the warrior's den. He was aware of the exasperated sigh of Willownight and Whisperpaw, but he ignored them and curled into his nest, tucking his thick, cream tail over his nose. Exhausted, and the loss of Brushpaw in the back of mind, he drifted into a fitful sleep.

Whitesun sleepily opened his eyes to find himself at WindClan's border. A terrible sight met his eyes. Brushpaw was vanishing into the shrubbery, Nettlefur and that RiverClan she-cat Splashburst were touching noses, curled into a tight ball of fur. Nettlefur! he thought. Nettlefur was betraying his Clan?! A ShadowClan cat dashed across the border, a stolen vole in his mouth. A WindClan apprentice, Burrowpaw, battled against two powerful ThunderClan warriors, long wounds tracing across his small body as he fought against overwhelming odds, even though the warriors had trespassed on his territory. The sky was tinged red with the blood being and to be spilled on these lands. As Whitesun watched the carnage and complete disrespect for the warrior code, a chill ran down his back.

He crouched and prepared to go help Burrowpaw, but as he was about to spring, he felt a tail run down his spine. He turned and saw the wise face of a black-and-white cat. "T-Tallstar!"he gasped, shock running through him. Tallstar smiled, padding up to stand beside Whitesun.

"Whitesun," he said in a deep, calm voice. "You see this which lays before you?" Whitesun nodded shakily in reply.

"Tallstar, the Clans have never been like this. I know your time had faced many trials before, but nothing like this. Nothing like the utter destruction that has been happening to us! The crumbling of our Clans from within!" A note of desperation entered his voice as he crouched down, his fur spiing ut, Tallstar nosed him back to his feet, but then suddenly darted around to face him. Whitesun shrank back as he saw his amber eyes blaazing with smoldering fire.

"Whitesun!" he said imperiously. "When destruction looms and the land rots from within, five of five will bring it to light once more."

"Tallstar!" Whitesun cried as the powerful WindClan leader began to fade into brillian white light. "Tallstar, what do you mean? What am I to do, to do without... without Brushpaw? Without the code?" But by then Whitesun awoke with a gasp in his nest, his paws outstretched and claws unsheathed. Beside him, Nettlefur peered at him, annoyed. Whitesun leapt up before he could say anything, his fur bristling. "Stay away from Splashburst!" he spat, ignoring Nettlefur's horrified look as he dashed out of the den, racing across the moors, feeling the wind rustle his fur.

Me, to be a prophecised cat? he thought in horror. I can't even keep an apprentice for a moon!

I think I'll write in third person.

~Owlpaw~

The sun sat high in the pale azure sky, and a light breeze made the lake send out faint ripples. Owlpaw sat on the sandy banks of the lake, her mentor, Shrewfang, besides her. She watched the minnows flit around, her amber eyes half-closed. "We should hunt." Shrewfang suggested, appearing slightly bored. "Just a moment," Owlpaw mewed softly. "I like the quiet." 

Suddenly, Owlpaw scented a new scent. "ThunderClan." she hissed. She scrambled to her feet, ready to fight.

A screech split the air. A heartbeat later, two cats came tumbling out of the forest. They broke up, circling and spitting insults. One yowled, "Stay on your territory, you mangy fleabag!" "You were the one who stepped over the border!" "Ha! Yeah, right." The two cats leaped at each other. 

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