Post by Feathertalon on Jul 17, 2017 14:51:03 GMT -5
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. // . feathz's cats of riverclan
. // . feathz's cats of riverclan
. . duskstar
A large and thick-furred dusky calico she-cat with amber eyes. When it comes to the warrior code this she-cat follows it strictly, and she expects her Clan to do the same. Any broken code results in punishment. The code, to her, is her life and should be taken just as serious as hunting should be. She is also a proud cat. Whether it be proud of herself or proud of her Clan, Duskstar is a prideful leader which is both a good and bad trait to carry. Along with this she is an authoritative cat, certainly able to keep her Clan in line at any given time.
. . velvetfur
Named after the soft velvet found on a buck's antlers, this tomcat is known for having exceedingly soft and smooth fur. He is a glossy and sleek-furred charcoal Bengal with yellow eyes. Despite being a former kittypet, he is well adjusted to Clan life. He is known for being sly, slinking around and finding things out with ease like some wily fox. He's a charmer, though, and most can forget about his sly nature after he's charmed another. Velvetfur is also slightly ambitious. Even still he's a dedicated Clan cat with a sense of loyalty to hold himself together.
. . cloudstream
A pretty lilac she-cat with a 'mane' around her neck and a feathery tail; she has pale green eyes. This she-cat is as calm as anything and the very definition of go-with-the-flow. She's a peace-loving molly with the idea that battle is needless and simply not worth it. She sees life as something not to rush, something to keep a steady pace with, and she certainly keeps a steady pace.
. . heronpaw
A large gray tabby tom with white paws, white chest, and a white muzzle; he has copper eyes. While large, he certainly isn't something to be afraid of. He's a gentle giant, a cat with a large heart and a kind soul. He's actually pretty timid, shy even. When it comes to cats his age or younger, he's a sweetheart, an absolute kind-hearted fellow with a lot to give. Around cats that are older than him, however, he becomes nervous and tongue-tied. He feels like he gets in the way or something, and he usually has some sort of excuse to avoid older cats.
. // . riverclan starting post
. // . riverclan starting post
Duskstar --
"Rule one - defend your Clan, even with your life."
The first rule in the Warrior Code rolled off the large feline's tongue with ease as if she had been practicing the rule and had perfected it with ease. And she had. She had perfected remembering every code even before she had left the nursery. Most kits learned the entire code by the time they were apprentices as well, but Duskstar - then Duskkit - had been different. She had remembered it word for word and would recite it to herself every day before going out to play with her siblings. She would then recite the code back to herself before falling into the sweet embrace of sleep. She had been dedicated to the warrior code since she could ever remember and this loyalty had gotten her far.
"Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory," she mewed to herself with such pride in her voice it sounded like a mother praising her kit for becoming a warrior. That's what the warrior code was to Duskstar, her kit. She cared for the code as much as a mother would for her little kitten. The calico nurtured the code with all she had, loved and cared for it and hoped that it could grow into a wonderful warrior, could grow and envelop every cat in all of the Clans so that it would be completely and faithfully followed by all. It was what the code deserved - loyalty.
Duskstar felt the tip of her thick tail twitch. A powerful scent almost knocked her off of her paws as it slapped her in the face.
Rain.
The RiverClan female looked up with wide amber eyes. Dark clouds were rolling toward the river lands from above WindClan's moor. The multi-colored female closed her eyes and drank in a deep breath of the rain. Thank you, StarClan, for the water. Without rain the river and the lake itself would dry up. With no river or lake how would her Clan survive? They wouldn't, the answer was simple enough. RiverClan would be destroyed without water, without fish. Luckily StarClan was always looking down on them, ensuring always that RiverClan would have its steady supply of fish to survive. StarClan would never abandon us.
Underneath StarClan's ever watchful gaze, Duskstar had left camp earlier that morning to do some patrolling. Turmoil had shaken WindClan after the loss of one of their warriors and one of the kits of the current leader Ravenstar. Ever since Duskstar had caught wind of such news the leader had been sure to keep her border with WindClan tightly secured. After all, rule eleven in the warrior code stated plainly that borders were to be marked daily, trespassers to be challenged. Duskstar could only imagine what WindClan would do should she stop checking her borders. Those rabbit-eaters would do something to my land, I'm sure of it. But sticking to the code will keep my Clan safe. So far strictly following the code leaders before her had placed in order had kept her and her Clan safe within their borders. There hadn't even been trouble with ShadowClan since she had ascended to leadership five seasons ago. The leader before her, Wisteriastar, had passed after a terrible greencough epidemic that had spread through RiverClan some leafbares ago. Many of RiverClan's finest cats had passed into StarClan's hunting grounds. There had been Wisteriastar, the old gray molly one of the first to go. Patchwhisker had suffered terribly as well, finding his way into StarClan not long after Wisteriastar. Then there had been Thymenose, Duskstar's own mother. Splashpaw had been lost along with Ashpaw. A young litter of kits had even passed away, the poor parents fully distraught from the loss. RiverClan had recovered slowly from all the untimely losses. Duskstar had worked hard to rekindle her Clan's hope. Now that she had their hopes up and respect she had great plans to bring her Clan to glory. She was going to make sure her leadership would never be forgotten for generations to come once she herself had passed.
Being a memorable leader meant she had to do her best at everything she did. And that included hunting.
A rustle in the underbrush caught the calico's attention. Duskstar paused, her ears flicking upright. Right alongside the scent of oncoming rain was the scent of water vole. The molly narrowed her eyes. The creature must not know she was around or it would have darted off into the thicket by now. Perfect.
Subtly the female crouched down and began to stalk forward. After a few seconds of silently moving through the dancing reeds Duskstar came to a halt as she pinpointed where exactly the water vole was stationed. Sure of where to pounce, Duskstar allowed energy to rush through her muscles. She pushed off the ground in a powerful launch, her front legs stretching out with claws unsheathing right as she landed. A satisfied growl slipped from her jaws as her claws entered warm flesh. As quick as lightning Duskstar reached forward and sunk her fangs into the water vole's neck, snapping its spine and ending its life before it could even squeak in pain and fright. "Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life," Duskstar breathed as she looked down at the limp creature under her paw. She bowed her head and closed her eyes. "StarClan, I thank you for this successful hunt. With this water vole my Clan will have full stomachs and high spirits." With her prayer finished Duskstar grabbed the limp corpse in her jaws. A few drops of rain splattered her in the face as she glanced forward through the reeds.
Rain beginning to fall and the water vole secured in her jaws, Duskstar followed the worn path back to her camp with head and tail high.
The first rule in the Warrior Code rolled off the large feline's tongue with ease as if she had been practicing the rule and had perfected it with ease. And she had. She had perfected remembering every code even before she had left the nursery. Most kits learned the entire code by the time they were apprentices as well, but Duskstar - then Duskkit - had been different. She had remembered it word for word and would recite it to herself every day before going out to play with her siblings. She would then recite the code back to herself before falling into the sweet embrace of sleep. She had been dedicated to the warrior code since she could ever remember and this loyalty had gotten her far.
"Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory," she mewed to herself with such pride in her voice it sounded like a mother praising her kit for becoming a warrior. That's what the warrior code was to Duskstar, her kit. She cared for the code as much as a mother would for her little kitten. The calico nurtured the code with all she had, loved and cared for it and hoped that it could grow into a wonderful warrior, could grow and envelop every cat in all of the Clans so that it would be completely and faithfully followed by all. It was what the code deserved - loyalty.
Duskstar felt the tip of her thick tail twitch. A powerful scent almost knocked her off of her paws as it slapped her in the face.
Rain.
The RiverClan female looked up with wide amber eyes. Dark clouds were rolling toward the river lands from above WindClan's moor. The multi-colored female closed her eyes and drank in a deep breath of the rain. Thank you, StarClan, for the water. Without rain the river and the lake itself would dry up. With no river or lake how would her Clan survive? They wouldn't, the answer was simple enough. RiverClan would be destroyed without water, without fish. Luckily StarClan was always looking down on them, ensuring always that RiverClan would have its steady supply of fish to survive. StarClan would never abandon us.
Underneath StarClan's ever watchful gaze, Duskstar had left camp earlier that morning to do some patrolling. Turmoil had shaken WindClan after the loss of one of their warriors and one of the kits of the current leader Ravenstar. Ever since Duskstar had caught wind of such news the leader had been sure to keep her border with WindClan tightly secured. After all, rule eleven in the warrior code stated plainly that borders were to be marked daily, trespassers to be challenged. Duskstar could only imagine what WindClan would do should she stop checking her borders. Those rabbit-eaters would do something to my land, I'm sure of it. But sticking to the code will keep my Clan safe. So far strictly following the code leaders before her had placed in order had kept her and her Clan safe within their borders. There hadn't even been trouble with ShadowClan since she had ascended to leadership five seasons ago. The leader before her, Wisteriastar, had passed after a terrible greencough epidemic that had spread through RiverClan some leafbares ago. Many of RiverClan's finest cats had passed into StarClan's hunting grounds. There had been Wisteriastar, the old gray molly one of the first to go. Patchwhisker had suffered terribly as well, finding his way into StarClan not long after Wisteriastar. Then there had been Thymenose, Duskstar's own mother. Splashpaw had been lost along with Ashpaw. A young litter of kits had even passed away, the poor parents fully distraught from the loss. RiverClan had recovered slowly from all the untimely losses. Duskstar had worked hard to rekindle her Clan's hope. Now that she had their hopes up and respect she had great plans to bring her Clan to glory. She was going to make sure her leadership would never be forgotten for generations to come once she herself had passed.
Being a memorable leader meant she had to do her best at everything she did. And that included hunting.
A rustle in the underbrush caught the calico's attention. Duskstar paused, her ears flicking upright. Right alongside the scent of oncoming rain was the scent of water vole. The molly narrowed her eyes. The creature must not know she was around or it would have darted off into the thicket by now. Perfect.
Subtly the female crouched down and began to stalk forward. After a few seconds of silently moving through the dancing reeds Duskstar came to a halt as she pinpointed where exactly the water vole was stationed. Sure of where to pounce, Duskstar allowed energy to rush through her muscles. She pushed off the ground in a powerful launch, her front legs stretching out with claws unsheathing right as she landed. A satisfied growl slipped from her jaws as her claws entered warm flesh. As quick as lightning Duskstar reached forward and sunk her fangs into the water vole's neck, snapping its spine and ending its life before it could even squeak in pain and fright. "Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life," Duskstar breathed as she looked down at the limp creature under her paw. She bowed her head and closed her eyes. "StarClan, I thank you for this successful hunt. With this water vole my Clan will have full stomachs and high spirits." With her prayer finished Duskstar grabbed the limp corpse in her jaws. A few drops of rain splattered her in the face as she glanced forward through the reeds.
Rain beginning to fall and the water vole secured in her jaws, Duskstar followed the worn path back to her camp with head and tail high.