((okay, I was a little confused, but thanks. Mika actually did an RP like this before, with Fire, so she gave me the idea. Fire character started the post off. It was something simple, saying how she was thinking of the time she spent with the tribe of cats. The group of clan cats she was with were sent to the mountain to find a plant to cure a disease. The clan cats were getting ready to leave and return to the clans. Then Mika's character, a Tribe cat, posted next. He was watching Fire's character and then she initiated the flashback. So I'll post with Ivy at the border catching Flamepaw, then she'll start the flashback which, in the first post only, will be in italics. After wards, we just RP like normal until i post again with Italics signalling the flashback is over))

>> She slunk through the underbrush carefully, the pine needles under her thick paws barely feeling the tough prick of each needle point. She had snuck out of camp under darkness, hoping to get some fresh air. Even two moons after the fight that nearly took her life, Ivycloud was still in the medicine cat den recooperating. Eaglestar and Ravensong hoped by the end of the third moon that Ivycloud would be strong enough to start with light warrior duties. Ivycloud stopped when a new scent not of her pine forest touched her nose. A feline. But what curled around her black splatter, white muzzle wasn't a baring of teeth, but a bright smile. She knew that scent. Straightening, she no longer focused on sneaking around. Flamepaw would know it was her if she made noise. She stopped just short of the moonlight, just out of sight. Well, Flamepaw could probably see her white underside against the shadows. Looking at the ginger tom she had become close friends with, she couldn't help but think how a moon ago, they had clicked so easily.

>> It was a cold, dark night, but it didn't matter, as long as she was out of that den. Her belly was burning so much, her eye sight swam if she walked too fast. Even two weeks after the fight in which she had nearly been disemboweled, her stomach had not healed. In fact, Ravensong was worried at how little it had healed. Only recently had the scabs formed and just this morning, Ivy found she could walk without them breaking apart and allowing the wounds to bleed. If Ravensong found her now, she knew there would be hell to pay, but it didn't matter as long as she got to feel the forest around her again.

Ivycloud was still very young to be a warrior. In fact, she was the youngest warrior in the clan. Most of the apprentices were older than her. When her mentor, Ashstorm, Eaglestar's mate, had found out she was pregnant, she didn't want Ivycloud to find herself training under another warrior. Ashstorm and Ivycloud poured every ounce of their energy and time into training Ivycloud before Ashstorm was forced to retire to her queen duties. Everything had happened so fast, Ivycloud's head was still in a spin. But now, in a way, Ivycloud was happy about her wound, even though that sounded weird. But the wound would give Ivycloud time as it healed to think about her life. When she had fought in that battle, she felt so...alienated. Like she wasn't there. The sitting around in the medicine cat den had got her thinking...ShadowClan had once been so welcoming, home to her, but now...

Ivycloud sighed as she stepped into the clearing that ShadowClan and ThunderClan shared borders. The moonlight bounced off her fur, which was slightly unkempt and dirty, but still pretty. Her wounds, after all, made almost everything hard to do. She looked strange, her body stature different from the normal ShadowClan cat. She was thin with a long body and slim legs like a WindClanner that showed she had speed to hide. Her paws were large and spread apart with each step she took like a ShadowClan cat's reminiscent of the old days when they lived in marshy grounds. Her paws were heavily webbed and tail long to allow her to swim better than most cats and use her tail as a rudder. Her shoulders were sharp and slight on her body, but held a certain broadness to the like a ThunderClan cats. There were many other traits she held to herself only. Her ears were smaller than normal and slightly rounded, her muzzle longer and slimmer, and her eyes...almond shaped and slanted just the slightest bit, a brilliant jade with darker ropes of emerald that resembled vines. Her fur was short with little undercoat, making a cold night like this all the more colder to her. Her undercoat was of the softest white, tinted blue from the moonlight. Her calico pattern was not diluted like most calicoes, but the edges sharp and clear. Her raven black fur on her back was spotted perfectly with a bright, red orange that looked like she'd been peppered with paint. The mask of white that circled her eyes brought out the brightness of her eyes. But there was pain and confusion there circling deep within their depths as she sat in the clearing, doing absolutely nothing. Even in the darkness, though, one could see the thick padding of cobwebs on her lower belly, but not the mess of ugly scabs that would scar her for life.

>> Her pelt prickled with unease, the sensation of spiders tickling her pelt crawlling up her spin and down her legs. The feeling of being watched. She shivered in the cool night air and stood nervously. She looked around, bitting her lip. Ivycloud turned to look back into the pine forest she had come from. But the eyes weren't from there. She turned to the ThunderClan border. The moonlight glinting off a pair of eyes produced tiny, pinprick lights. Her fur bristled. She was so obivously young that it was nearly impossible to place her as a warrior, but she was rather well known to those close to her age. Any of the young apprentices who went to the gatherings that was younger than Ivycloud normally were amazed by her ability to become a warrior so young. But Ivycloud didn't feel like a warrior. She still felt like an apprentice, struggling to find out who she was in a sea of cats. She wasn't, like Flamepaw thought, hated. But yes, she was treated differently. Maybe not as harsh as a half-clan cat was, for even her leader didn't know who her real parents were. All in the clan thought she was the daughter of two warriors that died young. The real kit, now dead, from her fake parents didn't look much different from her, she easily passed as a clan cat, different, yes, but still clan born. Her generation were always nervous when they first met her, mostly because of her personality, but she was different. Only her leader knew she wasn't the daughter of her supposed parents, but who her parents were was a mystery she'd more than likely never solve. Regardless, ShadowClan was her home. Even if now, the strange she-cat, who seemed to be a perfect blending of all four clans and then some, was beginning to think...what if ShadowClan wasn't for her?

((heh...<rubs neck> awww shucks....))

>> Instead of acting surprised, when Flamepaw revealed himself, Ivycloud turned her head slowly to look at him. Her tail twitched a few times and she leaned forwards a little, speckled nose and whiskers twitching with curiosity. She faintly caught a scent of his fear, and her speckled eyes shined with an unasked question. Why was he afraid? He hadn't crossed the border and they both were out at night. Ivycloud viewed it as a 'you-scratch-my-back-I'll-scratch-yours' kind of situation. She wouldn't inform her leader of his appearance if he did the same.. She rose to her small paws gingerly, mindful of her wounds and slowly walked towards the flame-pelted tom. He was roughly her age, maybe a little older. But hey, a nine months, Ivycloud, by all standards, was still a child. She grew up to fast, though, her childish mannerisms were long gone. She sat down calmly at the border and tilted her tri-colored head. "Why are you out here?" She vaguely recognized him, but so many cats in ThunderClan had ginger pelts. She didn't see the scar on his face that gave him away as Flamepaw.

Her black ears perked towards him, her head tilting to the side slightly. She leaned forward a little bit more, just enough so she wouldn't cross the border, trying to get a better look as his spoke, but he had retreated farther into his territory. She stared at him a long time before giving a sigh and shaking her head. "You sound familiar and I'm not going to say I don't remember you, because I do from the last gathering I went, three moons ago. I just can't remember your name. ThunderClan has too many ginger tabbies for my liking." She murmured quietly, bi-colored eyes looking away from him. It was easy for many to recognize Ivycloud. Even if she wasn't shaped so different, she still was the only calico in ShadowClan. ((I think)) Ivycloud looked back at him. "You can come closer. If you don't tell Echostar I'm out, I won't tell Eaglestar." That was saying something; many knew Eaglestar was Ashstorm's mate and since Ashstorm had been Ivycloud's mentor, she had been close to both of them.

((heheh, opps! I knew that! <fixes and hides>))

Her sharply pointed ears fluttered backwards, her head tilting to the side as he spoke. Instantly a bright smile pulled the corners of her mouth up as the immense smile, impossibly friendly and carefree, forced her to close her dazzling eyes. She nodded softly. "Yes, I remember now! Flamepaw! I'm Ivycloud. It's nice to finally meet you."