Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 8, 2018 12:54:48 GMT -5
ABOUT US- Hello there, and welcome to the Tribe of Rising Fog. This is just a little project of mine, and I hope that one day it can become a nice, active tribe where people can feel as if they are actually the cats that they roleplay as.
Joining Page
Note - If you're on mobile you won't be able to see the fixed background or font.
-RULES-
1. BE ACTIVE! If you aren't going to be role-playing for a while, please tell us before you disappear.
2. Remember that this is not real life and the choices others and you make will not permanently scar you lol
3. NO POWER-PLAYING! No just strolling around and wrecking everything in your path. Please ask others before killing or harming their characters.
4. Characters must have some flaws, we don't want a bunch of Firestars in the clan.
5. Three strikes, you're out. We will PM you if you break a rule. after three times, we will ask you to leave.
6. Be kind. Your character doesn't have to be, but just please be respectful to other members outside of role-play.
8. Ranks-
The ranks of this tribe are going to be a hybrid of the Tribe of Rushing Water and the Clans--
Kit - No special suffix
Initiate - No special suffix
Warrior - No special suffix
Elder- No special suffix
Healer - No special suffix
Oracle - Ends with preferred suffix
Deputy - No special suffix, unless desired.
Leader - Ends with -star
8. Romance & LGBP - All these are allowed, but be mindful that two gay toms or two lesbian she-cats will not have the ability to birth or find kits. Transgender cats will not be allowed for realism.
9. I don't expect you to type more than a few sentences, so don't worry about making a long post, though I do ask that it would be more than one sentence and that you can speak and write English at least moderately well.
10. Please make characters at least semi-realistic.
11. When roleplaying, interact with other characters from other members. Don't continue to roleplay only within the characters you created.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 8, 2018 12:54:58 GMT -5
-TERRITORY-TRIBE CAMP - This is the heart of the tribe; the place that they eat, sleep, take care of kits, and all the essential things that make a tribe a tribe. Dens are mainly composed of fallen boulders and hollowed logs. HARESPRING FOREST - This is the tribe's main hunting and herb gathering grounds. Plants that can be found here include, but are not limited to: Oak, birch, cypress, comfrey, catmint, borage, and many more. HIGHSTONES - The mountains. Snowing all year round, this place is an unforgiving and terrifying place to be. MOOR- Good source of rabbits. LAKE MINO - Shallow and clear waters make fishing and herb gathering very common practices here. LAKE ALBA - Huge lake with very deep waters.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 8, 2018 12:55:18 GMT -5
-SEASON & WEATHER-
Season-
Newleaf [] Greenleaf [] Leaf-fall [x] Leaf-bare []
Weather-
Cold [] Hot [] Warm [] Chilly [] Below Freezing [x] Very Hot [] Cloudy [x] Sunny [] Partly Cloudy [] Snowing [x] Raining [] Humid [x] Dry [] Windy [x]
-RELATIONSHIPS-
cat -> cat = left cat like right cat cat x cat = mates cat - cat - cat = siblings
-LINKS-
Joining Page
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Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 8, 2018 12:55:32 GMT -5
-CATS OF THE CLAN- Leader/s -
Male | Stormstar | 24 Moons
Dark grey, medium-haired, slender tabby tom with blue eyes. Friendly, helpful, and caring, though sometimes he's a bit too confident. Brother to lostfur. Open to a female mate. Apprentice: NoneDeputy/s -Female | Willowdapple | 36 A medium-furred tortie with white paws, chest and belly. She has a feather-like plume of a tail and large tufts on her ears. Willowdapple bears scars from the battle fifteen moons ago, most notably a large V-shape in the side of her right ear and three long claw mark scars down her left side. Her tail tip twists to the side from when she was an apprentice and got it stuck under a large rock. Prior to the battle fifteen moons ago, Willowdapple acted like an initiate than a warrior most of the time. She hardly took anything seriously, and lacked much of the good judgment she displays now. With little to no real fight experience, Willowdapple hardly took anything seriously. Now, however, she's changed. After her first real battle, she's seen the worth of the techniques her mentor taught her first-hand. After suffering so many losses, Willowdapple's placed a new importance on the lives of others, and suffers from survivor's guilt, believing herself to be the cause of her former mentor's death. Healer/s -
Female | Quietsong | 24 Moons Quietsong is a light brown tabby she cat with a white underside and leafy green eyes. She has long fur with rather soft paws and a soft voice. She is a shy she cat around toms but rather outgoing around the friends she managed to make. She has a love to laugh and tends to act like a kit at times. She tends to hate any type of violence and has a deep fear of loosing a warrior due to battle. Oracle/s-
Male | Cloudwatcher | 56 Moons
Cloudwatcher is a tom with a ghostly white pelt and frosty blue eyes. His pelt is medium-length, and soft to the touch. His ears are large and tufted. Cloudwatcher is a cat who often seems to be distant and disconnected from the clan. He doesn't talk, and many cats view him to be mysterious because of this. Open to be an adoptive father to orphaned kits. He can sometimes be seen wandering the territory at night. When he does, some cats mistake him for a lost StarClan cat due to his ghostly appearance. Cloudwatcher is deaf as well as mute. PM 86 for mate Elders-
Warriors -
Male | Lostfur | 24 MoonsLostfur is a short-haired brown tabby with a white chest and green-brown eyes. Distances himself from the rest of the tribe, and doesn't usually speak to anyone other than Stormstar. At times he is very stubborn and refuses to let go of his ideas, instead going to any measure possible to convert others to believe in them as well. Open to a female mate. Male | Sootpelt | 18 moons Sootpelt is a short furred, black tom with white forepaws and yellow eyes. He has lithe physique that's good for running and squeezing into small places. He has a small niche on his right ear and a small scar on shoulder he got form a hunting accident. Sootpelt is a young tom who is rather innocent and gullible. He likes to do things earnestly and often follows orders without question. He enjoys hunting and also finds accompanying healers to find herbs rather enjoyable. He's not a very shy cat and he tries to be one of the first to line up for patrol duty each day. It's not uncommon for him to overwork himself since he doesn't know his own limitations. Open to both a male or female mate. Male | Graywhisker | 43 Moons Graywhisker is a broad and muscular medium-gray tom cat. His fur is light gray on his muzzle, along his jaw-line, and up his nose to his fore-head, as well as his tail-tip and his front two paws. He has semi-round but flattened on the top dark amber eyes. He's a short-haired cat, but on his tail, rear, belly and face his fur is longer and fluffy. He's a strong-willed tom, and always brings back prey to the clan, but sometimes getting him out of the camp is harder. He tends to sleep in, and be slow when he first wakes. He often takes naps during the day, especially after a meal or returning from a patrol. Open to a female mate. Daughter is Icespark. Female | Icespark | 17 Moons Old Icespark is a long and slender pure black she-cat. She has sparkling ice-blue eyes. She is a short-hair cat with a sleek, and shiny pelt. Her tail is longer than her body, and often gets in the way of her hunting and gives an easy target to cat in a fight. Icespark means well, but usually ends up getting in the way of other cats. She's still very kit-like, wanting to play when she's doing daily tasks. She's always been close to her father. Open to a male mate. Father is Graywhisker. Male | 48 | TallfireA muscular solid pale cat with green eyes. Has unnaturally long legs making him about an inch taller then most cats, however this doesn't get in the way of him hunting effectively. A very stern and short tempered cat. He is overwhelmingly loyal, and is quick to correct those who aren't. Isn't open to a mate or kits. Female | Riversong | 22 Moons Riversong is a pretty silvery blue grey she cat with deep blue eyes and darker markings along her back. She is a rather cool headed she cat who tends to play devil’s advocate to get others to think about the potentials. She wants others to think out of the box most of the time and doesn’t believe in the thought of the Ancestors. She can be rebellious at times when she believes the situation calls for it and refuses to back down. She is a stubborn she cat who isn’t afraid to speak her mind and often scoffs at the idea that the cats rebelled because of something spiritual. Open to a mate and/or kits Female | Gracefur | 38 Moons Gracefur is a ginger and cream tabby she cat with amber eyes. Her fur is soft and long with a feathery tail. She is a very bitter, angry she cat who has a secret love for kits but would rather push everyone away than let another in her heart. She was a young mother who mated her apprentice crush when they became warriors and the duo had three beautiful kits. When the battle happened she lost everything in one night and resented everything since. Does not have an open mind for a mate or kit Male | Goattuft | 30 Moons Goattuft is a large black and white tom with warm amber eyes and tufts of fur on his ears. He lost most of his tail in the battle with the clan so he has no sense of balance. The tom is a rather silly tom with a love to climb but can be rather accident-prone as well due to the loss of his tail. He bounces back from any accident with a laugh but tends to ignore the serious problems in the clan. He hates to hear the bad news and always blocks the information out by trying to change the subject . Male | Sparrowtalon | 21 Moons Sparrowtalon is a large, gray tabby with amber eyes, and long claws. | He is a strong willed cat, fighting until the bitter end. Sparrowtalon cares deeply about his Tribemates. He can be a little harsh if you bug him too much. He hates birds of prey because he was almost killed by one while on a hunting patrol. If you give him a gift, Sparrowtalon will cherish it while it lasts. Female | Scruffytail | 23 Moons A short-legged brown-tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Her belly and front two paws are white in color, with a white tail-tip. She is a short-haired cat minus the long, curly fur along her belly. Her tail is large in size, being longer than her body, with rough, coarse fur. Scruffytail means well, she really does. She's a sweet cat, but a terrible hunter and fighter. Her loyalty is questionable as her kit's father is unknown. Male | Puddlemist | 18 moons A tall, white tom with little black dots all over his thick fluffy fur. He has wide paws and a long bushy tail, his eye are a watery blue and his muzzle is quite short. Everything about Puddlemist is quite average, fighting is not his strong suit . The only thing that Puddlemist thinks he is good at is running, he’s of the opinion that he’s the fastest cat in the tribe and uses his speed when hunting. Puddlemist is quiet and certainly not the smartest cat, but he tries his best to provide what he can. Puddlemist is extremely trusting of those around him and would never doubt his clanmates, preferring to go with the crowd even if he thinks it’s wrong. Initiates -Male | Cavernpaw | 10 Moons Cavernpaw has light brown fur with white mittens on his front paws and a white underbody. He is a loud, boisterous tom that tends to get into problems and situations way over his head. Cavernpaw is a tom that believes that he could be the hero if he plays his moves right and wants to be admired by many. He has a rather large ego that tends to rub any cat the wrong way if they spend enough time with him and tends to ignore others when they annoy him. He has a bad habit trying to name his attacks and he fudges his training because of it. Kits -Female | Larkfeather | 2 MoonsA fluffy, cream and white tabby she-cat. Her tail is rather long and plumed, leading many to suspect she might be related to Willowdapple, though this is not the case. Her eyes have only just recently began changing from blue to green, leaving them currently at an in-between teal color. Larkfeather is just as bouncy and excitable as her fur is fluffy. That is to say, she's a little ball of energy. Oblivious to the state of the tribe and the fate of her mother, Larkfeather is an endless source of optimism, even in the face of overwhelming negativity. Male | Canarysong | 2 Moons A small and fluffy golden-tabby colored tom. He has green-blue colored eyes. He has a white mouth, tail-tip and four paws. His tail is like his mother's, large with rough fur. Canarysong is lonely and bitter, feeling terribly alone. He also feels smothered by his mother's loving as he was the only of his litter to survive. Cats outside the clans -Starclan/Dark forest --MEMBERS-Storm - Owner
Lostfur - Co-owner
nickwilde - Admin
86 - Member
Dirge - Member
The Mindless Opal - Member
Noivian - Member
SnowStorm - Member
Thunderheart57
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 8, 2018 12:55:43 GMT -5
-HISTORY-
The elder twitched his ear and rested his head down on his paws, preparing to tell the story he had repeated countless times. "Long ago, in the days of the mountain cats before they split to make the forest clans, our founder, Rising Fog, came down from the mountains in hopes of making a tribe that had an easier life, without the cold, hard winters of scarce prey that was common in the mountains. He recruited cats from all around, and before he knew it he had a huge group of cats with an abundance of backgrounds, including kittypets, loners, and even rouges. One time, only fifteen moons ago, there was a great battle-- but the catch is that it was our own cats that were against us! They attacked us viciously, in the middle of the night, for no apparent reason, using foreign techniques we had never seen before. But we beat them, though I regret to say it costed us casualties that we will never replace, including our former leader, Rainstar," The old cat's eyes glimmered with grief. "But we must move on. There's no point in looking to the past. We can't change it, after all. Either way, ever since then, we've had peace, though I can't help but feel as if something's about to happen..."
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 8, 2018 12:55:53 GMT -5
-PLOTS AND PROPHECIES- Plots- Fallen Tree, Incoming Blizzard, Suggestions open!Prophecies-None yet, Suggestions Open!-STARTER-A cool breeze blew through the camp, a telltale sign of the coming leafbare. Stormstar shivered. It's almost that time, He remarked silently.
The time of no prey and no herbs. How will we survive? After the battle fifteen moons ago, the number of cats in camp had dwindled significantly, leaving only those who managed to survive the fight. Even then, only half of the remaining few were still in the condition to hunt. They had gone on countless expeditions, always returning with only just enough to keep the tribe going, even on the warmest days of greenleaf. Only as soon in the past moon had some of the weak cats begun to gain strength again.
Hopefully they will be enough to sustain us.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 9, 2018 1:44:46 GMT -5
Jeg Spiser En Smorbroden og drikker melk.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 14, 2018 20:01:15 GMT -5
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 15, 2018 9:55:50 GMT -5
bump
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Pansexual
Dirge
Hello! I'm Dirge, a little artist who sometimes like to roleplay as a cat, heh heh ^^;
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Post by Dirge on Sept 15, 2018 21:11:13 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;; Open
Sootpelt stood up and stretched before quietly stalking out of the Warrior's den. He flinched, closing his eyes tightly against the bright early morning light being intensified by the pale clouds above. After a moment his eyes recovered from their sudden shock and he opened them. He scanned the clearing, noting Stormstar sitting in the camp, looking somewhat troubled. The black and white tom approached his leader, wincing as a shock of pain coursed through his shoulder. An old wound, received from the battle, but mostly healed by now.
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86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 15, 2018 21:17:00 GMT -5
Cloudwatcher calmly gazed up at the sky, his white fur fluffed up and his tail wrapped around his body against the cold. He was waiting to find out what Stormstar had planned for today, and in the meantime he was simply sitting, watching the clouds.
(Interactions open. While Cloudwatcher is mute, he speaks through body language, such as tail twitches, ear flicks, and leg movement. Most of the cats in the clan, including Stormstar, understand this language, but some, mostly younger cats, don't yet.)
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 15, 2018 22:36:13 GMT -5
"Another day closer to leaf-bare," Stormstar murmured, curling his thick tail around his paws. He heard steps behind him and spun around just in time to catch Sootfur's wince. "Does your wound still hurt? I can give you a break off duties, if you wish." Then his gaze flicked to Cloudwatcher and his ever-silent stare at the skies. Stormstar flicked his tail for the deaf tom's attention, crouched down, then pounced on a leaf as if to imitate hunting as a signal of the day's plans.
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86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 15, 2018 22:48:34 GMT -5
The tom saw Stormstar's tail flick out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to him. He watched the leader's actions, and nodded when he was done, signaling that he understood. He turned away again, but instead of looking up at the sky, he layed down and curled up into a ball to make himself warmer, and waited to see if there would be any further instructions.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 16, 2018 19:24:33 GMT -5
Stormstar nodded back before settling down on a nearby rock. The leader closed his eyes and felt the wind blow through his fur, imagining that he was running through the forest on a warm Greenleaf day. This is-- His thoughts were interrupted as a huge gust of wind along with shockingly cold temperatures burst through the camp. It rattled the dens and sent the fresh-kill pile scattering across the ground. What in Starclan's name?
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86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 16, 2018 20:37:25 GMT -5
Cloudwatcher's eyes widened as the fresh-kill pile was blown away. He instantly stood up and gave chase after a bird he had been eyeing earlier in the morning, and just barely held onto it by its tail feathers once he reached it. He then looked around, trying to see where the source of the wind was coming from.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 17, 2018 18:19:42 GMT -5
A single white, glittering speck floated through the wind, twirling and spinning until it reached the warrior's den, where it landed and melted. Oh, Starclan... It's too early for this! Not long passed before hundreds, then thousands of flakes began to flow into camp without restraint, coating the ground and dens with a thick blanket of snow.
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86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 17, 2018 18:27:26 GMT -5
The white tom squinted and flattened his ears against the snowflakes pelting down from the sky and into the camp. Despite the fact he couldn't hear, he still didn't want his ears filled with snow. He blindly pushed his way through the blizzard, looking for shelter. He couldn't see in front of him, and he was pretty sure nobody else could see him either. Great StarClan, he signed to himself in his mind, this is like being deaf and blind.
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Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 17, 2018 19:10:26 GMT -5
Stormstar forced himself further and further through the snow until he collided with what he assumed was his den. Clambering to the entrance, he frantically jabbed his paws at the thick wall of snow that resided there until it formed a large enough hole for him to get through. For once, the usually dull inside looked warm and cozy compared to the howling winds of outside, and it didn't take long for him to slither his way in and curl up as tight as he could in his nest.
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Dirge
Hello! I'm Dirge, a little artist who sometimes like to roleplay as a cat, heh heh ^^;
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Post by Dirge on Sept 17, 2018 20:35:38 GMT -5
((Oof, I keep thinking I've replied to this only to find out I haven't))
Sootpelt || Tags;; None
Sootpelt shook the snow from his black pelt as he pushed through the blizzards winds to the warrior's den. Cold coursed through him, making him feel as though he were entirely numb. Finally, he reached the den and clambered into it, attempting to brush off as much snow as he could to keep it out. He carefully stepped through to his nest and gazed towards the entrance in worry. What are we going to do? he thought to himself. He shook his head and began to groom, attempting to clean the cold water from his pelt and warm up.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 17, 2018 21:40:37 GMT -5
As soon as Stormstar warmed sufficiently, he decided that he needed to establish routes between his own and the other dens to see who survived and who didn't. Slowly but surely, he commenced in digging a small tunnel through the snow, and eventually he struck the wall of the warrior's den. "Anyone in there?" He asked hopefully, through a minuscule gap between two boulders.
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Dirge
Hello! I'm Dirge, a little artist who sometimes like to roleplay as a cat, heh heh ^^;
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Post by Dirge on Sept 18, 2018 18:47:18 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;; Stormstar
Sootpelt barely heard the voice of his leader through the boulders over the howling wind. Suppressing a shiver in his still somewhat chilled body, he weaved his way through the den. He made his way to where he heard his leader's voice and called back.
"I'm here, Stormstar!" he called back.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 18, 2018 19:32:25 GMT -5
Stormstar perked his ears up as he heard the muffled sound of Sootpelt through the boulders. Sighing in relief, he turned back to create yet another path to the nursery rather than the warrior's den. About halfway through, he heard a slight shiff, almost like the sound of wind coursing through a meadow; but for some reason this particular sound had a more ominous ambiance to it, though he couldn't quite place the feeling he had. Slowly, he padded onward, but before he could walk more that a tail-length, the walls of snow collapsed in, burying Stormstar alive.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 18, 2018 20:10:28 GMT -5
As the storm blew into camp, Graywhisker had grabbed Icespark by the scruff and half led, half dragged his only surviving kit towards the Warriors den. He shoved her in before pushing in after her. He was getting too old, he could feel a hint of pain in his hind legs just from the cold. He huddled in the back of the den, trying to keep Icespark warm. He looked over at Sootpelt worriedly until he heard Stormstar's voice.
Icespark pushed past her father towards the leader's voice, letting out another call to him. "Stormstar?" She called, waiting to hear his voice again. She turned her head towards Sootpelt. "Has he moved on or is he hurt?" She asked, hoping the semi-older warrior would know more.
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Lostfur
"Great, lets gather up all the useless cats and hope a tree fall on them." -Jayfeather
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Post by Lostfur on Sept 18, 2018 20:51:37 GMT -5
While the noise of the winds blew higher Lostfur sat there blankly. "So it has begun.", he said saying his thoughts out loud. He stood up slowly and shook his pelt and trotted in the direction Stormstar was last seen. "Stormstar?!", he lightly called out looking for his brother.
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Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 18, 2018 21:59:06 GMT -5
Stormstar attempted to paw his way out of the snow at the sound of his brother calling for him, though it proved too difficult, and he resorted to simply yowling for help. "I'm he--" His voice was cut off as snow rolled into his mouth. Can't... breathe...
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Dirge
Hello! I'm Dirge, a little artist who sometimes like to roleplay as a cat, heh heh ^^;
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Post by Dirge on Sept 18, 2018 22:25:16 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;; Icespark
Sootpelt looked at Icespark, worry in his yellow eyes, "I'm... uncertain, he might have left to go check the other dens, but... I think we should check."
The black tom made his way to the den opening, suppressing a shiver as he popped his head out into the white blanket of cold. He scented the air and, though it was hard to smell much in the swirling air and snow, he thought he scented his leader's trail. Quickly, he pushed his way into the snow, trying to follow it before the rapidly rising snow covered it.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 18, 2018 22:27:33 GMT -5
Icespark moved after the tom, sticking close to his hip as he followed. She thought she heard a distant howl, and stopped. "Did you hear that?" She called to Sootpelt, moving towards where she thought the sound had come from. "Stormstar?" She called.
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Pansexual
Dirge
Hello! I'm Dirge, a little artist who sometimes like to roleplay as a cat, heh heh ^^;
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Post by Dirge on Sept 18, 2018 23:10:30 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;; Icespark
The tom turned his head toward the black she-cat and nodded, calling back, "Yeah, I did."
He pushed onward, through the vicious winds towards where they thought they heard their leader, joining Icespark as she called out to Stormstar, "Stormstar!"
He could still scent his leader, but it was fading by the second. For a moment though, Sootpelt thought it was getting stronger.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 19, 2018 4:06:38 GMT -5
Icespark bumped her shoulder against a snow pile. "You don't think?" She asked, glancing at Sootpelt before she sat back on her haunches, small black paws beginning to pull at the snow as she tried to sniff out their leader's scent.
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86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 19, 2018 4:18:17 GMT -5
In the meantime of everything, Cloudwatcher had crawled to the closest den, which had been the apprentice's den. It wasn't where he was supposed to be, but he didn't care for now. The tom could feel vibrations from the noise outside, but couldn't interpret anything. In the end, he simply plopped down on the ground, hiding in the farthest back corner of the den for warmth.
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