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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 8:33:53 GMT -5
When a vicious fire breaks out and destroys their territory, four Clans are destroyed. Four survivors remain. ShadeClan's leader, determined to rebuilt what they've lost. MapleClan's medicine cat, scared for the future. A warrior of CloudClan, alone and hurting, and an apprentice of StreamClan - their spirit, broken. The four have no choice but to join forces, for there is no-one else left. It is just them, their lineages destroyed and their homes gone. They take refuge in a Twolegplace, and this is where our story begins.
ShadeClan's Leader - claimed by recherché Sunstar - a tall, lean, long-haired she cat with a rose-beige colored coat with lighter-hued markings on her chest and belly. she has long, powerful legs, a sweeping, feathery tail, and bold amber eyes. despite her height, and obvious prowess as a huntress and warrior, she has a graceful aura about her. she is a relatively new leader with all of her nine lives intact, having only been appointed to this position in the last twelve moons due to the death of her predecessor. she is roughly 55 moons old. MapleClan's Medicine Cat - claimed by aconite. Dovepool - a slim silver-grey molly with black spotted tabby markings. She has tall ears, fluffy cheeks, and a long feathery tail - otherwise, she's relatively short-haired. Her eyes are a light green. It was only a few moons ago that she officially took over as the Medicine Cat, as her mentor had retired for her to take over. She's 23 moons old. CloudClan Warrior - claimed by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂. Rowangaze - a light grey tabby tom with white underfur and paws. his name derives from his large, deep amber eyes. his build is light but still muscular, being a fairly young warrior at 33 moons. rowangaze was once a breezy, carefree cat with a kind spirit. he didn't worry much and honestly didn't need to; his life had been fairly easy. now, he's a shell of himself, unused to the drastic change around him and broken from the inside-out. StreamClan Apprentice - claimed by recherché Winterpaw - a lean and demure-looking tom, with a pure, unbroken white-colored shorthaired pelt. he has tufted ears and heterochromic eyes: the right is amber and the left is clear blue. as is common for white male cats, he's completely deaf, and was previously in training to become a medicine cat. he's somewhat skilled at reading lips. he is 7 moons old.
Cats Outside the Clans - Unlimited Hemlock (aconite) - a lean black Oriental tom with long legs. He has a white chin and chest, though his underbelly only has a horizontal stripe of white and thus is not visible unless he rolls over. His paws are white in varying amounts; his left forepaw is barely dipped white, while the toes of his right forepaw are distinctly white. His left hindpaw has white over the entire foot, while his right hindpaw has white going to his mid-hock. His eyes are a deep brown. He's a kittypet, and he's 9 moons old. Kasper (aconite) - a fluffy white tom with a feathery, long black tail but no other signs of colour. He's quite tall and looks bulky - but it's all in his fur. His eyes are heterochromatic, with the left being blue and the right being green. His nose is distinctly black despite his primarily white coat. He's a stray cat, and he's 32 moons old. Jinx (𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂) - a small tortoiseshell molly with a splash of white on her muzzle and chest. her eyes are yellow and almond-shaped, adding to her narrow face. jinx is quite the skinny feline, seeming to be only skin and bone. she is very illusive and secretive, seeming to only appear once in awhile. this she-cat isn't the most friendly one in the world, but can be hospitable to those in need. jinx has always been a loner; she prefers solitude to multitude.
Information - This is a small group roleplay. There's not really a set "literacy" level, but it would be nice to have posts that contain enough material to work with. I'd prefer for more than two lines, as it can be very hard to work with posts that are nothing but "she walked" or "he laughed". Activity would be nice, since it's a small group. Keep your cats realistic - I don't want purple eyes or pink fur or whatever, and there aren't any powers. Characters will have flaws, they won't win every battle or argument and they will make mistakes! It's normal and it's fun to work with. Drama points should be discussed with the whole group - that way, it's more fun and people can get included! Even if the "main four" are claimed, people are free to join as outsiders as they're a relatively big part of the roleplay. Depending on how this goes, maybe they can rebuild a Clan! Who knows?
To Join - Give me the name of your character and their appearance, as well as what role they play (one of the main four (if unclaimed) / kittypet / loner/rogue, etc) and their age in moons. That's about it!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 14:07:21 GMT -5
hey there. not gonna lie, i had my eye on this roleplay for most of yesterday. i was just hesitant to join since i didn't know how you roleplayed, but ever since you (very conveniently and very coincidentally, lmao) joined tno, well. you got me. the single hardest thing about joining now is choosing from my extensive list of cat characters from a fanfic i've written on and off again, heh. i think i've narrowed it down well enough, though.
- - ShadeClan's leader: Sunstar - a tall, lean, long-haired she cat with a rose-beige colored coat with lighter-hued markings on her chest and belly. she has long, powerful legs, a sweeping, feathery tail, and bold amber eyes. despite her height, and obvious prowess as a huntress and warrior, she has a graceful aura about her. she is a relatively new leader with all of her nine lives intact, having only been appointed to this position in the last twelve moons due to the death of her predecessor. she is roughly 55 moons old.
StreamClan's apprentice: Winterpaw - a lean and demure-looking tom, with a pure, unbroken white-colored shorthaired pelt. he has tufted ears and heterochromic eyes: the right is amber and the left is clear blue. as is common for white male cats, he's completely deaf, and was previously in training to become a medicine cat. he's somewhat skilled at reading lips. he is 7 moons old.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 14:23:53 GMT -5
Oh, hi!
Who says you have to narrow it down? All the cats! I'm glad to have you on board!! They look like interesting characters.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 25, 2018 23:21:13 GMT -5
might i join and claim the cloudclan warrior? i'll make an outsider, too. rowangaze - a light grey tabby tom with white underfur and paws. his name derives from his large, deep amber eyes. his build is light but still muscular, being a fairly young warrior at 33 moons. rowangaze was once a breezy, carefree cat with a kind spirit. he didn't worry much and honestly didn't need to; his life had been fairly easy. now, he's a shell of himself, unused to the drastic change around him and broken from the inside-out.
jinx - a small tortoiseshell molly with a splash of white on her muzzle and chest. her eyes are yellow and almond-shaped, adding to her narrow face. jinx is quite the skinny feline, seeming to be only skin and bone. she is very illusive and secretive, seeming to only appear once in awhile. this she-cat isn't the most friendly one in the world, but can be hospitable to those in need. jinx has always been a loner; she prefers solitude to multitude.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 0:09:28 GMT -5
@aconite no, you don't understand. there's so many. i've got four clans' worth of cats, plus a new cycle of cats when a lot of time passes. they're driving me insane. thank you! i sure do hope so. they're my more developed warrior characters. i'm really excited to see where this roleplay will take them.
𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 so of course i had to check out your deviantart (very effective signature advertisement, lmao), and your style is really adorable! also your cats are great. can't wait to see em in action soon.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 0:26:46 GMT -5
@ Partly Cloudy; Yep! The CloudClan Warrior is all yours, welcome! (I also got curious and checked your DA - you do have a very nice style! It's cute.)
@ Recherché; No, no, I feel it. I have a set few that I enjoy roleplaying (Dovepool, Hemlock(paw), Pigeonsong & Littlefoot) and then I have others that I'd gladly roleplay but I'd just end up filling so many slots! Thank you.
I'll get up a starter shortly!!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 1:31:42 GMT -5
Dovepool Twolegplace Traveling with the Four
Her pads ached, scratched up by a quarter moon of traveling, and she felt a bone-deep weariness that did not want to fade. The smell of smoke still lingered in her nose. Dovepool glanced over her shoulder to the smouldering remains of the Four Clans' home. Twolegs had swarmed it as they'd been leaving, with long snakes of water and birds that made horrible sounds. It was loud and her head hurt, but they had to keep moving. It was impressive that they'd survived; her chest felt a little tighter than usual, but she knew that she'd recover. She threw a glance over her shoulder to look at the others, worry clouding her gaze as she scanned each cat in turn. Twolegplace had too many scents. From the thunderpath stench to dogs and other cats, to the twolegs that resided here. The ground was harsh under her sore paws and she took a moment to lift one and look at it. Rest is needed soon, she told herself. If the others felt as bad as she did, then they'd need to find somewhere to rest. And something to eat. Did Twolegplace even hold any prey? She could detect rats - but there was something sour about it, and she didn't want to risk anyone's lives when she had no herbs to work with. "Is everyone okay?" she asked, slowing her pace. As a monster sped by on the thunderpath next to them, the fur along her back rose and her tail bushed out. I hate this, she thought, I can't do this. But she had to. She was one of the survivors, and she was a Medicine Cat. She couldn't just abandon them in their hour of need. Dovepool's gaze turned skywards as she searched for a sign from StarClan, but they had been silent since the fire. They hadn't even predicted it - there had been no prophecy, no whispers in her ear, no...anything. The sky was grey and murky, but it always seemed to be above this place. Maybe the monsters contribute to it, she thought, fur bristling as she continued to walk. Her gaze drifted to Sunstar. Though this was not her leader, it was a leader. She remembered her from gathering, more than anything else. Briefly, her mind drifted to Oakstar. The leader of MapleClan had been someone she had trusted deeply; being able to share her dream with him and being able to trust his word in difficult situations was a relief. Now, she had to try to transfer that loyalty to Sunstar. It just...wasn't the same. They were from different Clans, meant to only be in harmony on the full moon. Then, she glanced to Rowangaze and Winterpaw. A warrior, which was good. They needed...something, but she knew that the trauma ran deep. It ran deep for all of them. And an apprentice. Would he still want to train as a Medicine Cat, or would he try to build their ranks by becoming a warrior? I hope he follow his heart, she thought, wincing a little as she walked along. The ground beneath her paw was hot, and despite the grey sky, the sun beat down on her back. "Sunstar," she mewed eventually, shaking out one paw. "We should probably rest soon."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 13:48:47 GMT -5
Sunstar & Winterpaw the twoleg place. with the surviving four.
The stark change in atmosphere was, for lack of a more apt description, dizzying.
Sunstar, even with her usual poise and calmness, found herself reeling at her new surroundings as she lead the other three survivors onward, not necessarily knowing where to go as of just yet. StarClan had yet to send any signs or prophecies--she'd been the recipient of brief messages and conversations with the deceased for most of her time as ShadeClan's deputy--and the silence was deafening. Terrifying, even. All of the recent chaos this ragtag group had endured in such a short amount of time was beginning to weigh on her shoulders, as the she cat felt herself primarily responsible for all of their well-being indefinitely.
But she knew she couldn't do this alone, and yet, that was how she, and the rest of the group, for that matter, had unfortunately ended up. For every part of her soul that ached and yearned and felt guilt for every life she saw be engulfed by the blaze, Sunstar knew the others were feeling just the same. Part of her wanted to make the jump and say no, they don't understand. None of these cats had been leaders, or anything remotely close to one, or took an oath to their ancestors to protect the Clan and lead it to the best of their abilities. A change of pace in the silent padding of footsteps behind her caught the she cat's attention, and as her amber gaze rested on Dovepool, a sobering reminder hit her. She's a medicine cat. She'd taken a different kind of oath--so had Rowangaze, and Winterpaw, too. That kind of selfish thinking just wasn't fair. If these were the only cats she was going to rely on, then something had to give, and she had to reestablish some semblance of the community that they'd all so tragically lost.
So she drew in a deep breath, sighed it out, and lifted her head higher, leading the group onward with more resolve than before, ignoring the ache in her grimy, cracked paws. It was the very least she could provide to these individuals that had no other choice but to look up to her. But at some point, the young leader silently realized, she'd need an ounce of leadership from above, too; the line between pure leadership from within and guidance from the stars was fine, and from her experience, her Clan's leaders had relied more on the latter than the former. Nothing like this had ever occurred, to her knowledge. This was, without a doubt, a journey of firsts. And she couldn't fail, either. Whether there truly was a reason behind it or not, these four, one from each of the old Clans, had survived, and something in her heart told her that they had to make something of it.
The white tomcat was much more visibly rattled than the ShadeClan leader. He padded close to her side, tail half-tucked between his legs, odd-eyes wide and fearful, figuring she would be the one giving most of the orders, for the time being. When she didn't brush him away or tell him to put a little more space between them, Winterpaw took it as a good sign, and continued to linger closer, paying close attention to every subtle movement her mouth made in case she was saying something that he needed to hear. His coat, usually lustrous and downy-soft to the touch, was mottled and filthy, streaked with ash and grime and charred bits of underbrush and leaves and StarClan knows what.
His mind wandered to StreamClan as they walked. In his opinion, it had been nothing short of a miracle that he, of all cats, had managed to escape the fire: for someone who couldn't hear the trees crackling or yowls of terror and anguish, or hear the horrendous crash of falling trees or shouted instructions or any of it, Winterpaw survived beautifully, with only singed whiskers. Guilt lay heavy on his young shoulders, though. How come it had been him? I should have died, he thought, expression deep, mournful. Why not his brother, Sprucepaw, or his mentor, the able-bodied and strong Salmonsplash? Surely they'd be able to do this group much more service than he could ever hope to.
Sunstar's ears perked to attention with Dovepool's question, and she turned back to face her, nodding once, but she didn't stop her pace forward through the brush until she spoke again. "... I agree. That's a good idea." She nudged the apprentice at her side softly when she halted, causing him to abruptly do the same, then turn back to the medicine cat with wide, confused eyes. "We're going to take a rest," the leader told him gently, and he nodded in understanding. He followed close behind as she backtracked, reuniting with the two cats just a couple paces behind her long strides.
"I hope you all haven't been suffering for long," she mused mournfully, folding her ears back slightly in guilt. "I, ah--I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me. It's just the four of us now, so...." Sunstar's usual ease with words was failing her. Too much had happened for her mind to allow eloquence and grace again, and her usual honeyed, calming mew now sounded corroded and harsh from all the smoke. "We shouldn't hide anything from each other. Nothing's too trivial or silly to bring up to this group, alright?"
Winterpaw squinted at the tall she-cat's mouth as she spoke, following along more easily than he usually did; she was speaking slowly, no doubt exhausted from the past few hours, just like the rest of them. Her deliberate speech reassured him slightly. Once she finished, he cocked his head to the side slightly, curious. "Have you heard anything from StarClan about this?" He asked, timid, and intentionally in a low tone--the other StreamClan apprentices used to make fun of how loud he sounded in comparison to the other cats, and even though it embarrassed him, he would give anything to read their mocking words again. At least he'd established an uneasy fraternity with them.
The leader grimaced, shaking her head at the medicine cat apprentice. "No, not yet," she said, albeit reluctantly. "I didn't get a warning or prophecy about this, either. This all just--sort of--" She stopped herself, squeezing her eyes shut. She then turned to look at Dovepool, expression now gentle. "Have you heard or seen anything on your end?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 10:48:00 GMT -5
Dovepool Twolegplace Talking with Sunstar [@alias]
If she'd been home, what would she be doing now? Sorting herbs, checking on the elders, perhaps going to restock her storage. Sadness washed over her but she did her best to push it aside. There was no use on dwelling on the past. Not when she had to focus on the other three, who were no doubt hurting just as she did. Have StarClan abandoned me for failing to fulfil my duty? she wondered, flexing the toes of one paw and unsheathing her claws to check over them. The hard ground was no gentle, that was for sure. There had been a kit who'd told her that he'd wanted to become a Medicine Cat. Sandkit. He'd been determined and had spent as much time in the Medicine Den as she had allowed him. In a moon, he would've become her apprentice - she was scared, but willing. Just as he was willing to accept that he was likely to remain an apprentice for most of his life, if not all of it. Those days were gone, now. She had other things to worry about and yet nothing to truly care about. It was unfair, she knew, on the others. They needed a Medicine Cat who could hold her own and could help them without worrying about herself - but her mind kept wandering to her Clan. Had Oakstar suffered when he had died? He'd had more than one life remaining - though she wasn't sure how much. Had StarClan had mercy, or had they watched the leader suffer without an ounce of mercy? A chill ran down Dovepool's spine. She couldn't dwell on this. Not now. Her gaze drifted to Winterpaw, took note of how close he seemed to be to Sunstar. It was--it was something. He was just a kit, he needed something to be able to hold onto. If she and the other adults were this hurt, what was his mind like? She didn't want to think about it. Dovepool offered a gentle look towards the deaf tom, then shifted her attention to Sunstar and perked her ears to attention. It was ingrained instinct to listen to leaders, regardless of their Clan. We're technically apart of her Clan, now. But she didn't want to be a ShadeClan cat. Would Sunstar demand that of them, or would they build a new Clan? When she was asked about StarClan, the young Medicine Cat's eyes darkened. Now that they were stopped, she sat down and lifted a paw, tongue lapping at the pad as she tried to soothe her tired feet. The stench of Twolegs ran deep within the taste, too, and the bridge of her nose wrinkled as she tried to ignore it in order to wash. "No," she said, with some shame. "StarClan have been silent," her gaze turned upwards again, eyes narrowing as she scanned the sky. "I do not know what they are doing. I do not even know what they think. None of our ancestors have come to me, and we were not even given a warning of the fire." Nothing could have prevented this. It was a realisation that dawned on her slowly, perhaps a little too slowly. The fire had come so rapidly and had trapped cats almost immediately - and it seemed...strange that it had happened on all four territories. Had it been arson? They couldn't go back and check; the ground was still hot and she could still see smoke billowing upwards, though it seemed to promise that the fire was out. Their territories were...gone. That much was certain. "We can't rely on StarClan, at the moment," she mewed firmly, focusing on Sunstar. "We have to focus on survival. We can try to find StarClan later."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 16:43:51 GMT -5
Sunstar & Winterpaw the twoleg place. with the surviving four.
Winterpaw watched the other medicine cat's mouth move attentively, his still somewhat kittenish expression furrowed in focus. Even if a trained, able-bodied cat like Dovepool hadn't heard anything recently, part of him still felt inept for having not received any kind of vision, omen, suggestion, or any word from StarClan as of yet. According to his old mentor, cats began interpreting signs, or at least weighing in on the meanings of dreams of others, at around his age, and yet, the tom's world remained silent in more ways than just the one he was used to. It was frustrating in a way he simply failed to be able to put in words. But for a young cat who frequently felt out of place and like he had no purpose or ability to help whatsoever, his pessimism lead him to believe that his ancestors were giving up on him, too.
He rose back up to his paws abruptly once Dovepool finished, huffing out a small determined breath. "I'll--be right back," he told the group of them, and after briefly meeting Sunstar's eyes to seek an approval that he didn't really need, the white tom darted off into a nearby thicket, away from the monsterpath that made the ground shake and rumble underneath his sensitive paws. It wasn't too terribly dark yet, so he didn't have to strain to make out different types of leaves and grasses in this overgrown, abandoned stretch of earth, though his nose still full of smoke made sniffing out the subtle differences between plants more difficult. But, Winterpaw firmly believed, if he could return to the group with some burdock root or coltsfoot or dock leaves, he'd ease the strain of the day just a bit.
"Wait--" The ShadeClan leader began, watching the apprentice leap up and run off, but she quickly closed her mouth, realizing that her protests would quite literally fall on deaf ears. Sunstar watched his bright pelt melt and then disappear into the greenery, the tip of her tail beginning to twitch in mild irritation. She bit her tongue and decided it was best to not pursue him. This wasn't one of her apprentices, and even if she was, or had been, a leader that many cats looked up to, Winterpaw belonged to a clan that wasn't hers, and admonishing him for briefly running off to do whatever it was he felt so compelled to do seemed out of her jurisdiction.
But he's barely an apprentice, Sunstar silently mused. He'll have to learn some common sense and decorum at some point. She turned her attention back to the other adult cats, sighing, and then settled more comfortably in her seat--only then becoming acutely aware of her aching paws. The leader couldn't recall a time they pained her worse than now, with the shock of the day's events waring off, and having been unable to avoid walking the scorched earth. This was just going to be another one of those things she may keep to herself, and, yet, she'd just told the others to not do the same. Leaders just had to operate at different standards, she recalled her old leader, Hailstar, having told her all those moons ago.
"Yes. Absolutely," she mewed in reply, managing a more resolute expression to match Dovepool's. Sunstar pondered for a moment. "You two must be hungry, right? Once Winterpaw gets back from--StarClan knows where, why don't we start a little hunting party?" She rose back up to her paws, doing her best to hide the wince in her face. "Rowangaze, why don't you come with me? Maybe these two medicine cats can--"
She was interrupted by a garishly loud crashing sound coming from somewhere behind her. Still somewhat jumpy from the day, the leader immediately flattened her ears and started forming a hiss in her half-open mouth, but felt herself relax the moment she recognized the white tomcat's visage trotting towards her, carrying a mouthful of herbs in tow. Oh. Winterpaw flashed an eager gaze up at her, then at the other cats, before setting the pile down at Dovepool's paws. That was... Awfully considerate of him. An immense wave of relief washed over her. I'm glad he didn't get snatched away by something out there.
"This is all, uh--" Winterpaw craned his neck down to get a better look at the bright yellow and green pile he'd amassed. "Dandelion and coltsfoot and mint. Real good for cracked paws and aches, Littlefrog used to say. You remember her, right?" He folded his ears back regretfully, eyes trained on the ground as he idly nudged at a dandelion stem with his paw. "... We'd make this blend for mentors and their apprentices, for their long days out training."
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 27, 2018 20:10:18 GMT -5
( sorry i haven't replied! school just started and i'm busy agh. and thanks for checking out my da! it hasn't been updated in a bit so i should probably do that.. lol. )
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 27, 2018 20:49:20 GMT -5
Rowangaze ;;
The aftermath of the fire was indescribable. Nothing was left standing once the flames were diminished - everything Rowangaze had ever known was gone. It was incomprehensible to him. Why would StarClan let this happen to him. The pale-furred tom tried to not think about it too much, but it was difficult. He forced himself not to look back, in fear that he would completely fall apart.
The warrior was not used to such disaster. He's survived a few battles, weathered through some storms, but nothing could prepare him for what just occurred. Beloved CloudClan was gone, along with the other three. Rowangaze's heart ached to think about his lost clanmates, his family and friends. All he had now was three cats he was not familiar with.
At least they had two medicine cats with them, the grey tabby thought in attempt to be optimistic. They also had Sunstar to lead them as if they were her own clan. Yes, Rowangaze was grateful for that, but no one could replace his own Clan. Any positivity he had felt moments ago was another wave of grief.
Rowangaze was wincing with each step as he walked - burned feet, hot rock and gritty paths was not a good combination. Part of him just wanted to run back to where they started and give up, but something stopped him. He couldn't give up now - he had to keep going for his clan. CloudClan wouldn't have given up in times of stife, and Rowangaze was determined to never let its legacy die. No matter how broken the tom was, he couldn't just stop.
The warrior was shaken from his daze when the others suddenly stopped. He stared almost blankly at them, not entirely hearing what they were saying. It was mostly white-noise as his mind was still foggy from the days before. But when he heard Dovepool mention StarClan, he tensed and began listening. He hoped the MapleClan medicine cat had heard something and they would have a better idea of what they were to do.
His furry shoulders sagged at the she-cat's reply. Of course she hadn't heard something - what would their ancestors have to say to them now? Rowangaze felt sick at the thought of the starry warriors he had once trusted and adhered to. Now they seemed like kits' stories; if StarClan was real, why has all of this happened?
The feline's deep amber gaze flitted up at the sound of his name and rested on Sunstar, who was inviting him to hunt. His limbs and paws ached so badly, he wanted nothing more to lay down and rest, but the ShadeClan leader was right. They should all be hungry at this point and would need food for energy as they continued. Rowangaze nodded slowly and silently, nearly jumping as Winterpaw returned. The tom blinked at the apprentice; he hadn't even noticed the StreamClan apprentice was gone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 14:58:02 GMT -5
sorry to leave you hanging guys--just got situated after moving across the country. should have a response up sometime tomorrow. i'm making up for my lost rest now.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Aug 30, 2018 22:20:04 GMT -5
( all good! i've been quite busy with school starting this week so i understand )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2018 9:17:10 GMT -5
I should have a response up soon-ish.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2018 23:01:32 GMT -5
Sunstar the twoleg place. with Rowangaze.
The ShadeClan leader flashed a soft expression at the warrior she'd summoned. At first, she didn't think much of calling him to action: why would she? Sunstar had grown quite comfortable with giving orders in the last twelve moons she'd spent as a leader, and Rowangaze was a warrior, whose job was fighting and hunting, more so of the latter than the former. But as the tall she cat watched him struggle to rise to his paws, which were no doubt cracked and dry and aching like hers, her expression faltered. Was it really fair of her to take him away from the rest they all so desperately needed? Should she let the group's individual members decided what they needed and when?
Perhaps she should. The she cat nodded at him and flicked her tail in the direction she wanted him to follow: down a somewhat well-trodden dirt path with grasses and weeds just starting to break themselves in. She began to pad off slowly in the direction leading away from the clearing they'd found, keeping in mind the length of her strides with her longer legs in comparison to his.
"Thanks for, ah, doing this with me," Sunstar abruptly said to him, turning back to look at Rowangaze over her shoulder. "I know it's been a really long day, but I think the medicine cats will really appreciate it." She sighed, hesitated in her stride for just a moment, then turned her more solemn gaze forward once more, fixated on some fixed distant point in the shrubbery ahead of her. "Life goes on. It has a tendency to do that."
She lead him forward for several more long minutes, shuddering at the uncertain sounds that Twoleg machines and contraptions made around her, unsure of what they were or what they meant for their immediate safety, but persisted nonetheless. The leader finally stopped a short time later, when she was more satisfied with the relative desolation of the area: a further removed, decaying and abandoned building, with ivies and flowers crawling up the visage of the structure. Sunstar turned to face the warrior head-on this time, ears perked up, attentive.
"Do you think this is a good place to start?" She then paused and glanced down to her paws, bashful. "... It's been a little while since I've been out hunting, in all honesty. Maybe I'm a little out of it."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2018 23:02:03 GMT -5
sorry--that reply was short and awful but i'm a tired boi
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