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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Jul 3, 2017 12:43:02 GMT -5
» yup! nwn ill be back later hopefully )
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Post by Aphelyon on Jul 3, 2017 12:49:12 GMT -5
I'm sorry if I confused you. I literally have millions of ideas running though my brain, and I guess I ended up mixing everything up. Should I change it? |
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Post by SWIŦCħBLAÐE on Jul 3, 2017 13:12:21 GMT -5
I have read the "backstory" on what had happened to Springclan. Seeing that my character is roughly about 2.8 years, then forbidden love actually seems like the best option. I can still change it if you wish.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jul 3, 2017 13:22:25 GMT -5
(Sure go for it :) )
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Post by SWIŦCħBLAÐE on Jul 3, 2017 15:11:40 GMT -5
Alrighty, then I think the backstory is good. 
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Post by Aphelyon on Jul 4, 2017 10:45:17 GMT -5
(Yo back. Yeah go ahead and rp. And switchblade did you update Screechclaw's backstory? If so it's not showing up for me o-o )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2017 14:22:04 GMT -5
Autumn's fur rustled in the wind as she slowly began slinking among the trees, trying to catch the smallest scent of prey. Everything was stale, and she screwed up her face in concentration. She unfortunately never got trained as an apprentice, so her skills were not up to par at all. With a small sigh the slender she-cat continued on to try and find a small trace of prey-scent, ignoring the gnawing hunger that pierced her belly constantly.
After way too long of looking, she sat down with a little bit of a huff and felt hopelessness crash over her in waves. From what she could remember all those moons ago, her clanmates scattered and she was lost. She still was... Suddenly jerking her head up and letting a gasp out of her parched throat, she ran over to a small puddle of water that she has just recently seen. As she lapped at it, the cool liquid seeped down her throat and cooled it, despite its filthiness and bad quality. "Thank goodness...." She managed to whisper before continuing to lap at the puddle.
Bramble wanted to wail for her mother, and she wanted to cry out for help. You're big now, you can't call for momma. She won't come back. You need to hunt... The little voice inside her head screeched at her, telling her to get up and start surviving. Feeling a sudden spurt of inspiration, the young she-cat rose to her stubby paws and began sharpening her claws on a random tree. "Time to hunt..." She muttered to herself. After a few minutes of unsuccessful and aggressive sharpening, she went on her little quest to find prey.
With one sniff, she picked up many scents that overwhelmed her. Which ones were fresh, and which ones were stale? Which ones were bad? Feeling slightly hopeless, she decided to follow an odd smell that made her quite curious. Slowly following after it without a care about being silent, she let her nose guide her. Eventually she came to a bush and peered behind it, seeing a small lizard. "Ooh!" Bramble almost yowled, swiping at it with a claw and picking it up in her jaws, biting until it went limp. With a little zap of pride, she realized she caught something.
Snowfoot was tired. No, he wasn't hungry, no... He wasn't thirsty. Being a good, strong warrior, he already has the skills to give himself a full belly and a moist mouth. Prey and water was not the problem, it was far from that. He was tired of searching, searching for clan members that he knew would never come back. The earthquake had ruined everything... Where was his daughter? Was she okay, or was she-
Trying not to think about it with a wince, he shook out his fur and continued padding along through the ruined territory that he didn't know at all anymore. Was it even their territory? Feeling hopeless, he plopped down and stretched out with his head on the ground. Slowly feeling his eyelids grow heavy, the tom let go of all feelings and let sleep take over for the moment. Slowly his vision faded to darkness and everything grew calm around him in his heavy sleep.
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Post by SWIŦCħBLAÐE on Jul 4, 2017 16:07:29 GMT -5
Screechclaw moved along the camp's border, his amber eyes darting around camp. Many questioned filled his head. But he chose not ask them until everyone had come back to camp. Perhaps he was worrying to much. He knew a clan like this needed time to reconnect, yet he was worried. A clan should have someone in charge, the leader. He gave a long sigh and choose to continue his patrol around camp, before he realized that the clan needed to be fed. He then moved out of camp, sniffing the air, letting all scents come to him. As he found a fresh scent of a vole, he followed it.
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Ivyfang
Queer in every sense of the word
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Post by Ivyfang on Jul 4, 2017 18:16:33 GMT -5
Name: Russetpaw
Gender: she-cat
Age: 20
Rank: rogue
Relations: her kits are Yew, Ash, and Splash
Appearance: she has russet fur with white dashes, swirls, and spots, and a pale underside, with clear green eyes
Personality: she is nervous and unsure of herself. She get pushed around easily, but she can be cold at times and lash out without warning.
Skills & Weaknesses: she is weak in battle and lacks any hunting skills, and trusts anyones judgement over her own
History: she was a young warrior, but became a rogue after the quake.
Other: her mate, Shadow and kit, Ash are deceased. She has been struggling since her mate died
Name: Yew
Gender: Tom
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Rogue
Relations: Mother is Russetheart, sister is Ash, brother is Splash. Father is Shadow
Appearance: His pelt is a bright ginger with a thick brown stripe down his back. He has hazel eyes and a thick pelt covering his lean body
Personality: Yew is calm and prefers to be alone he has a sharp tounge and is stubborn, refusing to listen to any cat, and he tries to get away with anything he can.
Skills and Weaknesses: he is quick and sly, which helps him in battle but he isn't very strong. He can swim decently but he has never learned how to hunt.
History: he was born outside the clan and has been traveling with his family.
Other: father and sister Ash are dead.father and sister Ash are dead
Name: Storm
Gender: She-cat
Age: 7 moons
Rank: rogue
Relations: brothers are Splash and Yew. Mother is Russetheart, and father is Shadow
Appearance: she is a pale gray with darker gray on top, and she has very faint white swirls that are thicker and easier to see on her flank, as well as cloudy pale blue eyes.
Personality: she is shy and quiet. She likes to feel protected and tries to keep her siblings in check, but she can never get their attention.
Skills & Weaknesses: she cannot fight or hunt and but she is quite intelligent, though she doughts herself.
History: she was born outside the clan and has been traveling with her family.
Other: father and sister Ash are dead
Name: Splash
Gender: tom
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Rogue
Relations: brother is Yew, sister is Storm, mother is Russetheart, father is Shadow
Appearance: he is a pale ginger with a white underside and white dashes, spots, and swirls with blue- green eyes.
Personality: he is energetic and fun-loving, often getting himself into trouble. He is very loving and has a positive outlook of the world.
Skills & Weaknesses: he is a fair hunter and swimmer, but he is a poor fighter, and would rather find a way to avoid conflict.
History: he was born outside the clan and has been traveling with his family.
Other: father and sister Ash are dead
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Post by Aphelyon on Jul 4, 2017 19:55:42 GMT -5
(Yeah you can make StarClan cats. And SWIŦCħBLAÐE did you see my post from before? Also I'll add Russetheart & co but first there's just one problem.... if she's 20 moons now, she would have been 7 moons at the time of the earthquake, not quite old enough to become a warrior- barely an apprentice. So she would still have been far from earning her warrior name, and unless she subsequently renamed herself to Russetheart, she would probably still be Russetpaw.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Jul 5, 2017 11:03:16 GMT -5
The peaks here were familiar. Stormfire picked up her steps, racing ahead of her family in an effort to follow a trail that brushed ever so slightly against her memory. Not home.... not quite.... but this was the way she had come when she fled.
"Hey! Where are you... ugh!" Blaze shook his head, not bothering to question his mate as she took off. She had been on edge for days as they had come ever closer- at least, so she presumed- to the place where she had been born. They must be very near for her to run off like that. "Come on, quickly," the ginger tom meowed, turning to his kits and flicking his tail for them to follow. Rabbit, who had been sniffing at a strange plant growing in a rocky crag, looked up. Realizing what was happening, excitement flared in her amber eyes, and she took off after her mother. Smoke and Burr both trotted after her, while Mink let out a quiet groan, rolling his eyes and padding along slowly behind his father, who took up the rear behind the rest of his family to watch for lurking dangers.
Stormfire sped through the canyons and along the narrow trails of the mountains, scrambling over rocks and leaping over ditches. Excitement, anxiety, fear, nervousness, joy, and even anger all welled in her chest as the mountains grew more familiar with each pawstep. Soon she would be home. She could never reclaim the moons with her Clan that had been taken from her, or repair the damage done to her lovely valley. Things would never be the same. But... then she thought of her mate, Blaze, and their kits. She would likely never have met him- he had said before that he never would have come into the valley, as he was somewhat afraid of the Clan cats. And had she never met him, her kits would never had been born. Sure, she may have found a different mate, and had a different litter... she paused on top of a boulder to catch her breath, shaking her head to clear it of those thoughts. This was her family. Whatever moons she had spent apart from her Clan was worth it for them. She would spend a lifetime as a starving rogue to keep them with her and safe.
But that was not a problem now. Ahead, she thought she saw a flash of green. Perhaps one of the sparse trees that clung to life here and there in the mountains... but she didn't think so. She slipped off the boulder, padding down the narrow trail to where the mountains opened up before her.
There it was. Forests painted on the foothills of the mountains, separated from the blue sky by gray stone and snowcapped peaks. In some ways, just as she'd remembered. But... not quite. The canyon was filled in with stone now, and the riverwater could no longer escape the valley. The meadows were gone, replaced by a wide blue lake.
"No...." she whispered to herself as she looked over the valley from her vantage point. "No... this is wrong." In some way, for a moment, she hoped that she was in the wrong place. This couldn't possibly be what remained of her home.... but the shape of the mountains and the hills, and some of the landmarks that she could see from here... it was the same. She was home.
"Wow!"
Rabbit had caught up to her now, and as she trotted onto the same ledge her eyes widened with amazement. The kit had grown up in the mountains, small copses of gnarled trees and grassy ditches the most foliage she had ever seen in one place. Now, she seemed almost overwhelmed with the amount of water and greenery within the basin.
"It's AMAZING! You grew up here? There must be so many mice!" Rabbit went on and on, chattering excitedly as she looked over the valley... what would be her new home. For a moment, Stormfire seemed not even to hear her. How could she be so excited? The valley was wrong. But... Rabbit had never seen it before. The old way. To her, this was all the valley was and was supposed to be.
Stormfire let out a quiet sigh. It was different... but perhaps she could get used to it. Finally, she let out a purr, flicking her daughter on the nose with her tail. "If you like it now, just wait until we get down there." She glanced over her shoulder as she heard soft pawsteps, seeing two of her sons approaching. Both, like Rabbit, seemed startled at how green everything was. She thought she could see a flash of nervousness in Burr's eyes, though Smoke just nodded, seeming satisfied. Next came Blaze, followed by Mink.
"Just as I remember it," Blaze commented with a purr, pressing against his mate's side. "So much green and blue. We won't be hungry anymore, I'm sure." Mink looked over the valley, a cold look in his yellow eyes.
"We came all that way for this?" he huffed, making an effort to sound disinterested. The size of the valley intimidated him... it was more forest, more water, more lowland that he had ever seen in his life.
"Come now, don't be like that," Blaze meowed, giving Mink a nudge. "Maybe you'll like it." Mink shrugged disbelievingly, but didn't say another word. Blaze glanced at Stormfire, nuzzling her cheek briefly. "We should get going. It'll get dark soon and we'll want to be in the valley before then."
Stormfire nodded, letting out a sigh. This was it... what she had been waiting for, dreaming of, all these moons. As she moved ahead down the narrow path into the valley, she couldn't help but wonder... why did she feel so scared?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2017 11:36:01 GMT -5
Snowfoot blinked as he woke from his slumber, shaking out his fur before resolving to find his way home.
Hours and hours of travelling ensued after that, but he didn't care about his cracked pawpads or parched throat. There was a feeling inside of him that just told him to continue on, to try and find home and to not lose hope yet. He felt so tired that he almost wanted to slump to the ground in defeat, but something told him that if he continued good things would come to him. Leaping over rocks and traversing the mountain terrain, he squinted and saw a patch of green far away. The patch of green that was his home.
It was so far away, and Snowfoot urged himself to rest before he continued to go over there. it would take a day more of travelling at least and he just couldn't take it any more.... Sighing and sniffing the air for prey, he caught the faintest scent of something and scrambled around trying to find it. His hunting skills were forgotten in the haze of hunger as he crawled along trying to find the source of the scent.
Suddenly a bird tweeted from behind a boulder, and he sprinted over loudly. It flew away with a chirp, and let Snowfoot curse loudly. "Mouse-brain!" He muttered to himself. Sitting down and lowering his head shamefully, he realized that he had nearly become a rogue in these moons. It was hard to be lost like that, away from your family for so long. Where was his mate, where was his daughter? They could have been hurt, or worse....
Or he was just overreacting. Swallowing his fears and shaking his head, he decided to continue to hunt before going back to the old territory he saw in the distance so far away. Just that little flash of green could open up so many new opportunities, but for now he had to hunt and get himself back to full strength.
With a sharp nod, he continued to sniff the air while stalking silently across the ground. Soon he picked up the light scent of that same bird, but farther away. This time I'll be silent. He told himself, following it with soft steps until he was confident the scent was strong enough. Rounding a corner, he saw the small, colourful bird hop around and peck at the ground. With a grunt of effort, he bunched up his muscles and sprang on it before it flew away, still fluttering its wings under his weight until he gave it a killing bite to the neck.
Satisfied with his catch, he let it dangle in his jaws before placing it on the ground and feasting on the small meal. The warm juice seeped down his throat as he gulped down mouthfuls ravenously, relieved to have a small bite to eat at least. With a sigh of relief he licked his lips as the last of the morsel was finished and got to his paws. Rejuvenated strength entered his body slowly, but he decided to stop for a bit and rest before he undertook the second part of his journey to find home. A weak traveller was not a good one, he reminded himself softly in a whispered voice before sitting down and reflecting to himself about life.
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Ivyfang
Queer in every sense of the word
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Post by Ivyfang on Jul 5, 2017 16:14:32 GMT -5
Ok I changed her name to Russetpaw but she'll probably go by Russet until she gets her warrior name))
Storm crouched behind her brothers in a rotting log, her stomach growling. Their mother had gone out to hunt what seemed like ages ago, and they hadn't eaten a days.
Yew was sound asleep, but Splash watched the dirt outside their hidding place with hope in his eyes, as always. Storm didn't know how he could be hoping for anything anymore. Everything was going wrong.
When their father died, rogues drove them out of their home. Their mother couldn't survive on her own so she decided to bring back to the place she had been born; Springclan. But the journey is taking its toll, and with so little to eat, they've been weak and tired. So much so that Storm' s only sister, Ash, died.
A fresh wave of grief washed over Storm and she buried her face into Splashes fur.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jul 6, 2017 13:28:43 GMT -5
(alright they've been fully added)
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Genderqueer
Ivyfang
Queer in every sense of the word
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Post by Ivyfang on Jul 7, 2017 17:01:20 GMT -5
Russetpaw crouched behind the cover of a tree, her eyes locked on a squirrel. She tensed her hind paws and jumped m, but landed short of her prey. It ran, but she pursued it, her paws thumping on the forest floor as she swerved through the trees.
The chase after the squirrel seemed to drag on as her energy levels dropped. She hadn't eaten in days and she barely had enough strength to hunt let alone run. But she pressed after the scrawny animal anyway. She would not let her kits die like Ash did.
The ground ahead dropped off and the squirrel disappeared over it. Russetpaw was finally out strength and she had to stop. Her legs shook under her small frame, and she would have collapsed if not for the shock of what lay before her. The valley.
There it was finally, her beautiful home, but it was different, other than some key details the valley was completely unrecognizable. And that shocked her more than anything. She had expected to return to her old home and family, and that they would help care for her kits everything would be fine, she would get her warrior name and learn how to hunt. But now, all her expectations were shattered. This was a different place, a foreign place. She was stupid to think everything would be the same. Will the clan even welcome me back? Is there even a clan left? What if they all ran like me?
She shook her head. She had a mission to finish, and she wouldn't let anything stop her.
She walked back to were her kits were hidden on unsteady paws. They greeted her with sorrow when they saw her lack of prey, but when she told them that they had finally reached their new home they were overjoyed. Splash danced circles around her with Storm, and yew, while complaining, was clearly relived that their journey was over. She brought them to the slope were she found the valley. And let them rest while she hunted once more. This time she caught a mouse that they all shared before going to sleep in a patchof ferns near the slope.
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