((Lol, this pinging XD))
Seeing the white fox wince, Winter shook her head. The fox didn't seem to be able to pose a threat to the clan, and she didn't want to leave the possibility of a kid like her running around injured. "Are you sure? You seem to have a bit of a..." Noticing the weariness of in the eyes of the white fox, WInter rolled her eyes, pouncing and pinning the fox on the ground, flipping her over. Eyes widening at the wound, she exclaimed. "How did this happen?!"

As Aquamist swished her tail well no one was looking mist appeared and when it disappeared Aquamist was gone ''hello Solar Tribe'' Aquamist said ''you there.'' She continued
Solar Tribe: Aquamist how nice to see you again!
''Is that you RainyStar the used to be leader?''
Solar Tribe: indeed it is I am sorry for the dark place. We need to keep foxes safe.
''ok''
Solar Tribe: You know Solar tribe is only for the foxes who were the good ones be sure to go to Solar Tribe
''Is Flamekit still here''
Flamekit from Solar Tribe: yes Aquamist
"I am sorry Waterjay killed youbut she is killed also anyway gotta go bye.''
Solar Tribe: Bye Aquamist.

Shadow padded up to Terra, "It's time, and we don't want to set a bad impression by coming late..." Shadow's voice trailed off as she prepared for the trip to the middle of every tribe's territory.
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Since Blaze didn't see Glasglow, she diecided to head out on her own, it was time to go anyway. So, she left. On the way, she bumped into a small squirrel, the squirrel, oddly, didn't run away, it just looked up at Blaze. 'That's odd' Blaze thought
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The squirrel looked up at Blaze, then he spoke, "Please take me to the gathering, please." He begged
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What could Blaze do? She was kind, and she didn't care if other foxes would laugh.... so she said, "Ok."

Name: Kyro-Korkusu of the Crying Darkness (Turkish/Greek name!)
Gender: Female
Appearance/Picture:

Her fur is pretty long, more fur than bone and muscle...if you cut off all her fur, she'd look like a pool of blood, having killed many. Every bloodstain is permanent. Like a badge, in a way. Every bloodstain is a deadly secret. Her fur is extremely soft, though.
Element: Dark
Tribe Rank: Queen? But can she be a deputy after kitting?
Other: Can blend into the shadows easily and has lost her right eye in another fight recently. I mean, she can be a shadow. The light from her eyes mixes with her black fur. Not the most sweet fox. Is too unhealthily skinny. Fights well when she's not tired. She knows pain. She is actually very fragile and weak, but doesn't admit it. If she gains the upper hand, she can kill as well as any other fox. She knows things...secrets, deadly secrets of pure evil and pain, that lead...to...things you don't want to know...She knows pain and let's everyone else feel it...if you gain her trust, you've got your life in paradise...in a way.

((You still allowing new RPers?))

*The white fox winces, and tries to push Winter away, but she is obviously exhausted. A rib sticks out of her skin slightly, and her white pelt is stained red. "Its nothing! Get off of me!!" She screeches.

"Nothing? When you have an exposed rub, it's nothing? A strange definition of 'nothing' you have there, kid. Come on, I'll get you some help, but you'll have to withstand this small pain first..." Saying that, Winter waved a paw over the wound, and ice covered it. "I'm Winter by the way. And you are?"

The fox actually looked happy when the ice covered her wound. Her fever broke slightly, and her body started to sparkle with frost again. She stood, and took a few tentative steps, but whenever she winced, the fever came back, and the frost in her pelt disapeared. She growled in anger. But the name question stumped her. She had never had a name before. But she didnt want to tell this fox that. Get a name thats fierce... One that will show her that she is not to be taken lightly just because she was tiny. She thought for a few heartbeats, then, remembering her rib she said, "My name is Blood."

"Blood?" The corners of the older fox's lips twitched. "And do tell me, why did your parents name you that?" She continued, as she nudged the kit -at least to her- towards the camp. "Pray tell. How old are you? A kit or a warrior?" Due to the the white fox -Blood as she called herself- size, it was hard to tell, though in the tribe there were a couple of warriors her size, with one slightly smaller than her. Deciding it would be faster, Winter took Blood by the scruff and lifted her off the ground, carrying her to the camp.

Blood ignored the question about her parents. She didnt really want to give any information out to this fox, but she said, "I am 4 moons old. And i am a kit." She said firmly. She hissed and screeched as Winter picked her up, wriggling out of her grasp. She spun around, her eyes wide with fear, but not for her. She was afraid for Winter. "Dont touch me!! You could get hurt!" She immediately bit her tongue, and muttered a curse under her breath.

Winter gave a light laugh. "Don't worry, kit, I've been hurt many times before, and I doubt you'd be able to hurt me more than the previous time. Now come on, it'll be easier to get to my camp should I carry you. Now, don't be afraid." The fear in the kit's eyes didn't go unnoticed by her. After all, Winter had been with kits all the time, and knew how to read their expressions.