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Post by Morticat on Dec 7, 2017 20:52:24 GMT -5
》RavenClan《 JOINING PAGE You've been walking for what seems moons since the two-legs tore down the forest which use to be home to the four Clans. Your paws ache terribly and the last time you ate something substantial was a few dawns ago. Nobody could come to an agreement, everyone felt like plans were failing and two-leg carelessness had spread disease to all the Clans, killing off the medicine cats and taking lives from many leaders. Hopelessness engulfed them all. Once everyone set out, there was no turning back, the Clans were no more, they could not be put back together as they were. Some fled to find a long lost clan StarClan says was driven out seasons ago, some fled to small rogue cliques and others took to the barns. You haven't been sure what path you want to take, but somehow here you are now at the Barnyards, paw-steps away from your destiny after the Clans. Are you going to decide your path today?
Rules➢ Activity: I am a fairly active person, and I expect you to be as well especially if you play an important role or there is a major plot taking place. I completely understand you have other responsibilities like school and work, but please try your best to take an active role in the Clan and don't leave people hanging for weeks waiting for a response. Please show up to roleplay 2-3 times a week. Those who don't show for two weeks will be deleted and if you have an important rank then it will likely be filled immediately so we can continue on with the roleplay.
➢ Semi-Literate: This is a semi-literate Clan, there are no rules for how many lines long your replies have to be because that would be really difficult to enforce and moderate, but please be reasonable and don't just post one-liners, it's much more interesting and entertaining to read a couple sentences about taste, sound, smell, feelings, and thoughts of your characters. As with that, please make your joining forms descriptions thorough, include enough appearance description, personality (good & bad), and a history of your character if it is anything substantial including their lineage to the old clans or if they have no lineage whatsoever. Your character descriptions should be at least five lines long.
➢ Characters: Keep your gender of cats reasonably equal, doesn't have to be perfect though, and as most roleplays ask, do not make an absolutely perfectly desirable character. Do not join with a Queen, but you may join with a kit if there is a Queen in the nursery who agrees to take your character in as a foster. Keep the names realistic to what cats around the barnyard would be in contact with and what they would have knowledge of. Be realistic with diseases and fighting, and be willing to allow some of your cats to be killed or succumb to disease.
➢ Plots & Ideas: I am completely open to hearing your ideas and if anything should change or if you have any plot ideas, feel free to direct message me and we can work on it. That being said, there should be no huge plots taking place without my knowledge. Small plots/ideas are totally great, love triangles, small skirmishes, your character miscarries, those kinds of things are all okay.
➢ Character Profiles: I know this isn't usually talked about, but I would highly prefer you post individual replies using a designated character profile with the usual rank and photo of your character. It makes things so much easier to understand and it makes it feel more like a Clan. Some of you are on mobile or have maxed out your roleplay profiles which I understand, but just note it's much preferred you use them if you can.
➢ The Obvious: No god-modding, bullying, spamming, kit-stealing, graphic details or any forums rules already in place.
Members⇢ Catdaddy December 07, 2017 Sparrowclaw, Leopardstar, Dawnshine, Hailstep, Splashpaw
⇢ 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 December 07, 2017 Foxfang, Runningbird, Firepath, Starlingpaw, Crowpaw
⇢ ⚔️ HoNcho ⚔️ December 08, 2017 Rowanflame, Cloverclaw
⇢ Mᴏᴏɴsʜɪɴᴇ06 - - 🎄 December 11, 2017 Hickoryhorse, Silverwhisker, Flintfang, Fawnpaw
⇢ ✦ Milk tea ✦ December 12, 2017 Nightshade, Lightingfoot, Silverfrost, Rainshimmer
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Post by Morticat on Dec 7, 2017 20:52:42 GMT -5
History After the forest was taken over by two-legs, what was left of the Clans after death and disease could not agree on anything. Without the guidance of medicine cats after their deaths, the lack of true leadership, and the excruciating pain of grief, clan-mates broke apart and ended up in spread across the lands, some forming with groups of rogues, few deciding to make the long journey to what StarClan mentioned as a lost Clan, and some retreating to Barley's Farm, or what is better known now as the Barnyard. After the two-legs reclaimed most of the land south of the Barnyard, the rest of the lands past the north thunderpath and the Highstones became RavenClan territory, which came to its name from many cats who had decided to honor a cat named Ravenpaw seasons ago. The Clan is nothing of what clans use to be without the guidance of StarClan or allies. No sign ever came from StarClan, and there use to be rumors that they too were too terrified of what they saw and fled. Twolegs still threaten to broaden their territory into RavenClan, but there is little to do now but persevere.
TerritoryThe blue indicates where an area becomes unsafe/inhabited by two-legs. North of the Barnyard, there is accessible territory for hunting and gathering herbs, but it is not safe enough for any sort of camp. Queens, kits and apprentices are forbidden from entering this part of the territory because of the Tangle, the tangle of thunderpaths which are highly dangerous and cannot be crossed unless there are two or more warriors present, even with a medicine cat, and it must be daylight. The safest way to cross into the other territory is by traveling past the Highstones and across the small thunderpath, although it is often roaring with monsters.
South of the Barnyard is old WindClan territory, now called the Rockies, which is ultimately void of any herbs or habitable areas, but one can sometimes find prey here in Greenleaf. All cats are forbidden to cross into the Fourtrees area or to be in the water near the Falls. The Highstones are across the way from RavenClan, but StarClan no longer speaks there. It is mainly used for medicine cats to house the extremely sick, or for emergency purposes. The Highstones is also home to many types of prey during Leaf-bare, and has many areas of water that are great for drinking clean water.RavenClan Camp➢ Lower Level: On the ground floor of the barn there is a large haystack in the corner with dips filled with moss and feathers that both Warriors and Apprentices use for nests. Apprentices typically sleep on the outside in the colder seasons while the Warriors are given the respect to sleep in the inside where it is warmer. In the other corner of the barn is plush sheep wool and downy feather nests for the elders which is near a pipe that drips water down the wall, into a pool that is easily accessible and when it overfills, will flow outside to the gutters. Against the East wall is what use to be horse stables. The majority are filled with haystacks and piles used as a Nursery, while the stable farthest down is used as the Medicine cat sick den. ➢ Upper Level: The upper level of camp can be accessed by a thick, sturdy ladder. It leads to the Medicine cat herb storage, specifically placed in the upper level to protect from predators and enemies on the lower level and also protect from kits who may snoop. The Leader's den is also on the upper level, a hay-pile similar to the one used by the Warriors, but without the moss and feathers. Clan meetings will often be held from the upper level, as the level isn't a complete upstairs, it instead opens up like a balcony to see down to the ground level.
➢ Roof: The roof, reached from the upper level, is mostly just used to collect water or to look out on the territory. While cats are free to be up on the roof, they are told to use caution and not to use it right after rainfall to prevent slips.
Prey & Predator Mouse Rat Rabbit Vole { Safe Prey }
Badger Dog Human Fox { Predator } Cow Deer Horse Sheep { Neutral }
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Post by Morticat on Dec 7, 2017 20:53:16 GMT -5
Season & Clan NewsIt is currently Leaf-bare.Herbs are beginning to frost over, and individual hunting partings go out frequently for prey. There has been light snow fall.The upcoming plot & prophecy has been announced on page 2, you will find all information that you need there.⇢12-08: Prey is scare, all are advised to share prey and spend as little time as possible outside to prevent sickness. Border patrols are sent out to ensure two-leg activities are not encroaching on RavenClan territory and that the fox den is still empty.
RelationshipsMentors & Apprentices
Dawnshine ═ Starlingpaw Rowanflame ═ Crowpaw Nightshade = Fawnpaw
Kin
Reedshine + Jayheart = Finchpaw & Sparrowclaw Sparrowclaw + Whiteclaw = Leopardstar & Whitekit Dawnshine + Hailstep = siblings Frost(paw) + Nightfeather = Starlingpaw & Crowpaw Rowanflame + Cloverclaw = siblings Rainstone + Frostfang = Flintfang Nightshade + Lightingfoot = siblings Silverfrost + Rainshimer = siblings
Mates
Warrior + Warrior Warrior + Warrior Warrior + Warrior Warrior + Warrior
Clan Customs➢ Apprenticeship: Apprentices will always be given to Warriors who have never had an Apprentice before, if there are any available.
➢ Medicine Cats: Medicine cats may take on a mate, only if their Apprentice has already been given their full name, and there is another available Medicine Cat to take over.
➢ Deputy: The Deputy rank is chosen by majority vote instead of solely by the Leader - the Leader chooses one cat and the Senior Warriors choose another, then all members of the Clan (excluding kits) will cast rocks on either side of a stick to determine the vote. However, if the Leader and Senior Warriors are in agreement then there will be no voting.
➢ Leaders: Because StarClan is missing, Leader's only have one life, they do not receive nine lives as cats did in the past.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 7, 2017 20:53:53 GMT -5
Ranks》Leader { Leopardstar } - -54 moons - - { Catdaddy } A short-furred she-cat with leopard-like, smooth fur and pale green eyes like her mother, a constant reminder. She is quite lanky and long legged with a tail that sweeps the ground and use to cause her trouble when she was an apprentice, always hitting the ground as she stalked her prey. She is very loyal, determined, and quick to act but Leopardstar can also sometimes be seen as bossy when she gets frustrated, lashing out at the closest cat and taking action too quickly. She is also known to be a bit of a klutz. Her mother Whiteclaw died during childbirth, her brother Whitekit still-born. Although she lived life without her mother, Leopardstar was fortunate enough to have her father Sparrowclaw very active throughout her life. Not growing up with many kin gave her a different way of thinking about her life and clan-mates, considering them the closest things to real family. This compassion and unconditional love she has for RavenClan is what brought her to leadership, as well as her ability to pull everyone together despite their differences. She never took on a mate or had kits, and she is now in the later stages of her life where it is too late to consider starting a family. She constantly regrets never taking the time as a Warrior to settle down with somebody because of her determination to become the next leader of RavenClan, though she has never told another cat this. She is a descendant of RiverClan.
》Deputy { Rowanflame } - - 38 moons - - { ⚔️ HoNcho ⚔️ }Rowanflame is a tall, handsome, broad shouldered tom with a tan pelt and black patterns and stripes. He has yellowish eyes and medium sized ears. His whiskers are super long, and his paws are super big for mass destruction when battling. He has a long scar down the side of one of his legs and one along his back that he got from his parents when he was a rouge. ; Rowanflame is super kind to anyone in the clan if they are loyal, and nice. He is tough, and lets apprentices use him as a swingset and just laughs the whole time. He always tries again, and again, and again, and never gives up, unless super hurt or he cant move very well. He is super determined to be the best of his clan, and nothing less and nothing more. He helps out anyone in need and feels sad whenever a cat dies when him/her was right next to him and blames there death on himself. He would protect his clan with his life, and would save any cat in need, even if that means killing himself. He is not a fan of rouges or kittypets, especially not rouges, not after what his parents did to him when he was one. Super close to his sister, Cloverclaw, and will always be on her side and will always have her back no matter what, even if she does something super bad.; Past rouge but then found Ravenclan. His mom and dad, were not very nice and would threaten to harm him and his sister, but eventually, there parents broke up and they were abandoned at only 10 moons and hardly could catch any prey, and almost starved to death. After a while of looking, they found Ravenclan and were gladly accepted in and have been loyal members since.
》Medicine Cat { Nightshade } - - 27 moons - - { ✦ Milk tea ✦ }A satin black she cat with medium-short soft silky fur with a feather like tail, lynx like ear tips and a small lion's like main, Nightshade is known as a black smoke maine coon which makes her smaller in size than a different colored main coon, she has dark blue eyes. Nightshade has high walls, while she is friendly and likes to socialize. She can be a bit rude at times and always speaks before she thinks, she is very opinionated and has to have a say in everything, She has Shadowclan linage, her brother is Lightingfoot.
{ Name } - - Age - - { Username } Description》Medicine Cat Apprentices { Fawnpaw } - - 9 moons - - { Mᴏᴏɴsʜɪɴᴇ06 - - 🎄 } Fawnpaw is a pretty young she-cat whose namesake appropriately describes her. She is actually a rather small cat, but is thankfully granted with a firm, well-proportioned body and long legs. She is lightweight and lissome, and carries herself on gliding, graceful, and royal steps. Alluding to her youthful age, her head is slightly rounder than it is pointed, and her blue-yellow eyes are large. Her coat is just like typical cat fur, but also fully her own, nonetheless. It's short and plush enough to give her a natural 'cloud' appearance. Fawnpaw is what they call a chocolate tortoiseshell; she has fur containing three colors — white, beige-cream, and chocolate brown. Her legs, chest and muzzle are untouched by the beige and brown, retaining their white color. The beige covers her back, tail, forehead, and around her eyes and cheeks; slicing through it are faint tabby stripes and “spot”-shaped flecks, but only if you look closely, since they are so indistinct. Lastly, the brown is covered over her back — leaving a few, empty stripe-like spaces to expose the beige underneath — her forehead and around her eyes, and her tail tip. The brown grows very dark on her ears, looking almost like black. Fawnpaw is a cat who always holds her head high in superiority. When it comes to her remarkable brainpower, she is self-assured and maybe a bit too aware about it, and has gained a very conceited and vain personality as a result. She is distinguished at diagnosis, and is very artistic when mingling herbs to create unique treatments; she almost never uses everyday methods since she is so innovative. She prides herself in her abilities so much that she doesn't really think about the fact that she would have gotten nowhere without her mentor. She she never acts “submissively polite” to anyone, because she believes that if she were to be so bashful, she’d be slower and more inept at her job. In regards to other parts of her personality, she is ambiverted — she’s not outgoing or passionate, but she’s not quiet or stoic either. Just a good balance of both. Fawnpaw is actually a kind cat, but her lack of patience for some members — specifically noisy, whiny, and faint-hearted ones — is very high. She simply dislikes putting up with them since she has zero want in doing so. On the positive side, she's very observant, and thus identifies medical conditions appropriately and proficiently; a natural at picking up the smallest details. She never worries too heavily over trivial and petty things, and some cats might say her calmness is excessive due to the amount of sangfroid she carries in otherwise urgent or dire situations. Fawnpaw seems patronizing, but is willing to help a cat in need; she may momentarily dupe others into thinking otherwise, though, for her own mirth. While she has no problem with viewing herself as being ‘above’ others, she struggles with a lot of self-doubt and unease. She gets uncertain around other medicine cats and medicine cat apprentices, afraid that any one of them could be on par with her for herbal knowledge. This can cause her to become anxious and jittery if the thoughts really catch up to her. Fawnpaw was born into RavenClan, having some ThunderClan blood within her. As a kitten, she expressed an interest in herbs as soon as she was able to explore the Clan. Even from a young age, she showed an immense enthusiasm and skill in the subject, and there was never really any question that she was fitting to be the medicine cat’s student. Because of this eager interest, she learned at a fast and noteworthy rate, and could even be labeled as a prodigy. { Splashpaw } - - 8 moons - - { Catdaddy } A long-furred tom-cat with a grey pelt and white chest, paws and tail tip and large yellow-ish eyes that always appear alert. He is an average sized cat with big paws adorned with large claws which don't do him much because he is a Medicine Cat. Although Splashpaw is a quiet tom, he is ambitious and constantly questioning his surroundings and beliefs. He hopes to find new cures to illnesses and ways to treat his clan-mates that has never been done before. Splashpaw always knew that he wanted to be a healer, from the moment he was let out of the nursery he was prancing around in the herbs trying to distinguish the smells and asking silly questions about healing broken bones. He has a chronic chest problem which causes him to cough most of his waking hours. Though this use to embarrass him, he instead takes it as something positive since it means he gets a nest to himself far from his clan-mates, the perfect solitude he needs to think. He was once a part of a rogue group near the mountains, but once he became old enough to fend for himself he deserted the lifestyle to find the Barnyard.
》Warriors { Dawnshine } - - 40 moons - - { Catdaddy } A short-furred she-cat with pale orange fur that has swirls of orange-brown, and pale green eyes. Dawnshine is a very muscular cat, with a round face and if she wasn't so buff she would likely be very attractive. Her ears are torn from scuffles and battles, and there are small parts of fur on her back and tail that won't grow back. Dawnshine is intelligent and realistic, and is great at taking care of inner-clan conflicts. On the battle-field, she will be seen taking on the biggest opponents for herself and expects others to take care of themselves too. She is easy to talk to and tries to make it a priority to talk to any cat looking uneasy or troubled, mostly because she is concerned but also because she likes to insert herself into drama. Dawnshine can be self-centered and think too highly of herself at times, so it's best not to feed her ego. She can be seen inserting herself in business that isn't hers, and giving unwarranted advice. Her brother is Hailstep, and they are descendants of WindClan.
{ Hailstep } - - 40 moons - - { Catdaddy } A short-furred grey, brown and tan tabby tom-cat with a rather thick build, carrying weight especially on his belly and has a shorter than average tail. Hailstep has a white muzzle and chest, pale green eyes and is missing the tip of his right ear. Although being a little thick, he is a fantastic runner and claims to have never missed catching a rabbit. He keeps great focus and patience, rarely losing his temper with anycat. Although he has many great qualities, Hailstep is just plain terrible at keeping friends or lovers. He feels uncomfortable getting feelings for any of his clan-mates or if he gets the sense that anycat has feelings for him. He would rather just keep things casual with everyone, and not form any solid relationships, though he actually hopes to challenge this one day. His sister is Dawnshine, and they are descendants of WindClan.
{ Hickoryhorse } - - 39 moons - - { Mᴏᴏɴsʜɪɴᴇ06 - - 🎄 } Hickoryhorse is a massive, longhaired tom with layered fur, each one being a different shade of brown — chocolate, chestnut, and a light brown color in that order. Darker tabby stripes run all over his fur. His eyes are a bright orange color, that starts dark around the pupil and fades out towards the edges. His snowshoe-like paws are almost the size of an apprentice’s head, and his muscles are so large that you would wonder how he doesn’t fall under their weight. His fluffy tail follows in its suit, more than proportional with his larger size. Hickory is a very fatherly and sweet feline, even with his intimidating build. He doesn’t even come close to being “intimidating” or “scary”, though; he's actually one of the friendliest cats you could possibly meet. Not letting the hardships of the Clan get to him, he is constantly looking out for everyone's well-being and safety, and has an aversion for cats who are unkind or rude to others, for any given reason. If you need a helping paw, a listening ear, or some comforting words of advice, he's always there to try to aid you. He is well-versed in battle, more so than he looks, and is very scholarly. Even so, he doesn't go out of his way to outright flaunt his abilities; he is just as humble as can be. Though he can be a bit too wholehearted at times, he is a highly respected warrior due to his hard work. Hickoryhorse is always working very diligently, a warrior who truly devotes his time to his Clan. He always contributing to it's well-being and survival, even if that means wearing himself out every day; he seems like a deputy-orientated cat, but he really couldn't care less about being promoted. He tries to compliment and encourage even the most unintelligent and shiest of cats and just tries his best to make everyone's day a great one. Despite the views of other cats, Hickoryhorse is still very faithful and traditional, believing that StarClan will always be there for his Clan and the cats in it. He dislikes the violent and the bloodthirsty, wanting to solve all problems through peace, if possible, of course. He's quite observant of other's emotions, and knows something’s off when he sees it. Hickory enjoys spending his day relaxing after his duties are done, as well as sharing stories and playing with the kittens — he really loves them, and would love to have some of his own someday. Though patient and father-like, he can be a bit stubborn, reprimanding, or strict with his peers, depending on the situation. Regardless, he will always be more than happy to give you a warm smile to brighten up your day. He has ThunderClan lineage.
{ Runningbird } - - 39 moons - - { 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 } Small, slender light dusty gray she-cat with round yellow eyes and tabby markings on her face, legs, and tail. Runningbird is a delicate cat, built for speed rather than strength, and for that matter could hardly stand up against most young apprentices by way of brute force. She is not especially nimble, either, twisting and turning in battle not coming naturally to her; in fact, she tends to trip over her own paws when it comes to fancy footwork. However, she is incredibly fast, able to cover large distances extremely quickly. Though never tested, it is thought that she may very well be the fastest cat in the Clan. Her strong legs (proportional to the weight of her body, at least) also allow her to jump very well, and she is thus very adept at catching birds, which is actually what earned her her warrior name. Runningbird herself is very meek and quiet, to the point that she is at times almost forgotten about entirely; she tends not to get involved in things, avoiding drama and conflict almost like a plague. She prefers to take it easy, mostly doing what she wants and enjoying the little things in life. She has always dreamed of eventually taking a mate and perhaps having a litter of kits, but because she is so small and delicate, she is afraid that she might not survive kitting. Plus, she is certain that no tom would ever want a she-cat so meek and frail.
{ Cloverclaw } - - 38 moons - - { ⚔️ HoNcho ⚔️ } Grey, slim and skinny pretty she-cat with black stripes and designs. Big blue eyes, and long whiskers. She has super tiny paws unlike her brother, but still can pack a big punch. She also has a bushy tail. One of her sides has a scar from her parents when she was a rouge; Incredibly kind, nice, and makes you feel like you belong. She hardly ever gets mad, and when she does its usually not that bad, she will just strom off. She is usually shy around other cats, and would rather just not talk at all. But if she does know you, she is so much fun to be around. She loves kits, and hopes to have some of her own, but thats not her main focus. Her main focus is, being the best warrior/caretaker in the clan and to make sure to everyone that she belongs. She is not a fan of battling other cats and hates seeing the sight of blood from her clan-mates. She hates hunting too, but its needed to be done so she does it and tries not to show how disgusted she is. She is super close to her brother, Rowanflame and will always be on his side and have his back even if he does something really bad.; Past rouge but then found Ravenclan. Her mom and dad, were not very nice and would threaten to harm her and her brother, but eventually, there parents broke up and they were abandoned at only 10 moons and hardly could catch any prey, and almost starved to death. After a while of looking, they found Ravenclan and were gladly accepted in and have been loyal members since.
{ Lightingfoot } - - 27 moons - - { ✦ Milk tea ✦ } A jet black tom with medium-short silky fur with bright yellow eyes, he is unusually quite large with a feather like tail, lyx like ears tips and a large lion's like main. He has unusually large paws with soft features, although Lightingfoot can be intimidating he is an overall friendly and cherry guy, He has courage and is well respected by the people who do know him but most other stay away from him because he is so intimidating. He has Shadowclan linage and his sister is Nightshade.
{ Silverwhisker } - - 27 moons - - { Mᴏᴏɴsʜɪɴᴇ06 - - 🎄 } Silverwhisker is a cat who looks more like a newly-made apprentice than anything. She’s not ‘burly muscular’ at all, sporting a slightly long-legged, dainty, and almost fragile build. But beneath her form is actually a hard, robust muscular system, and this causes most cats to equate her tiny build with “easily-breakable bones”, which is not true in her case. She is a greyish-silver cat with fur that is very silky and long in some places. Her eyes are a light jade green with gray undertones. Her fur itself is quite thick, retaining bits of kitten-fluff, and while being silky, it also being quite fluffy as well. Despite looking demure and pretty, she isn't quite your lovey-dovey princess. In fact, you could call her a tomboy. You won't find her in the camp, trying to groom her fur to perfection. Instead, she'll be out in the forest, boldly hunting — sometimes in places where she's not supposed to — like a pack of powerful dogs. Silver has honed her hunting skills to near nonpareil levels; being as swift, tiny, and silent as she is. One of her weaknesses, however, is that she's too self-reliant, always wanting to do things by herself. She can also be a bit stubborn when to comes to her decisions, this sometimes gets her into sticky situations if she doesn't think things through. When it comes to relationships, good luck trying to win her affections; it's futile. She has sworn to herself to never have kittens or take on a mate, but ironically, she has no qualms against helping kittens or conceiving mothers. She seems to have taken a liking to alone time, and it's not uncommon to see her wandering around by herself. She has ThunderClan lineage.
{ Firepath } - - 26 moons - - { 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 } A large, sturdy, and well-muscled fiery ginger tabby tom with round amber eyes and very long whiskers. His muzzle, paws, and tail-tip are white, and his chest and belly are slightly lighter in color. He has a significant nick in his right ear from a fight with a rogue as a new warrior many moons ago. Firepath is a very outgoing cat, often considered nosy and bossy by his Clanmates. He makes everyone's business his business, and does not shy away from giving unsolicited advise or opinions on their actions or outlooks. Though his heart is in the right place- he does truly seek to help them with his advice- he tends to always assume that he is right, nor does he consider whether or not a cat really wants to be helped, and in particular by him. He tends to be a bit prideful, and considers his personal morals to be the authority. He aspires to become deputy and, hopefully, leader someday, seeing it somewhat as his destiny and never considering any reason how or why he might not achieve that goal. Firepath is descended from ThunderClan, and due to a multitude of factors it is believed by some that he is descended from the legendary Firestar (though precisely how, no one is certain). This believe earned him his name, and contributes to his ego; cats who believe this also tend to hold him in a higher regard, and might be more willing to overlook his admittedly severe personality flaws. However, this is not believed by all cats in the Clan, some even being outright hostile to the idea, though the authenticity cannot be confirmed or denied. The important thing is, he believes it, his parents believed it, and enough of his Clanmates believe it that the concept is not outright abandoned.
{ Flintfang } - - 25 moons - - { Mᴏᴏɴsʜɪɴᴇ06 - - 🎄 } Flintfang is a grand tom, and this shows in the lustrous condition that he keeps his fur in. Don’t be fooled by the svelte, tubular physique he sports; this cat has a surprising weight and hard muscle tone, being neither frail nor fragile. His narrow, silvery-blue tabby frame is made specifically for running and leaping long distances. His ears are large and droop slightly at the tips, but not unattractively so, and his piercing blue eyes are almond-shaped. A small tear can be seen in his left ear. Flintfang is a clever cat, and you’ll know that right off the bat from observing how he acts. He is very knowledgeable and has book smarts on a relatively realistic amount of subjects. As such, he cannot relate to cats less quick-witted than he, and has a hard time dealing with them as well. When it comes to teamwork, he likes to be the leader of the group, and he tries to insist on this the first chance he gets. He is very taciturn; scrutinizing, practical, and hard-working. He has a grey-area ethical reasoning that lends him a sense of neutrality at times, but he usually has no trouble deciding between right and wrong. He loves using his large vocabulary of flowery and archaic sentence structures as a way to show off his savvy mindset. He's well aware that some cats may not understand a single word of what he’s saying, but he doesn’t really care if they do or not. But those words aren’t always for show, either: sometimes he can’t help talking like that, as it was something his late father usually did. Flintfang claims he's “not one to flaunt his skills”, but seems like he does so a lot, as he can be very intimidating — and sometimes even annoying — with this sometimes. Like a general, metaphorically, he likes to aid his Clan in tactics and strategies when the time calls for a battle. He is somewhat demanding and masterful of his Clanmates, believing that everyone must do their job and do it right the first time. He is also noted to be rather aloof, and perhaps unsympathetic towards others. He absolutely cannot stand overly-shy or timid cats, thinking that they should be left to fend for themselves if they can't grow a thicker skin. Being such a stoic and refined tom, it's nearly impossible for him to get emotional, and he is known for getting over deaths and tragedies fairly quickly; some would say a bit too quickly. He also feels as if romance is very unnecessary; as something that will only get in the way of his duties. And normally, his feelings won't change for the next female who walks by. While he's not very cheerful, he is still rather nonchalant, never worrying too heavily over something trivial. But you should not mistake him for cold-hearted; if you have the patience and the time to crack open his thick shell, you will discover that he can be actually quite understanding and gentle. With his odd appearance and knack for speed, it's no doubt that Flintfang has WindClan lineage. Not too much is known about his past, but he was born from his currently living mother, Rainstone, and his deceased father, Frostfang.
{ Silverfrost } - - 25 moons - - { ✦ Milk tea ✦ } A pale grey almost silverish tom with medium-short fur with a white muzzle, chest, paws and Tail tip with pale green eyes. He has a feather like tail with a larger build than his sister, Silverfrost is a shy and timid tom but only when it comes to the ladies. When he's hanging out with his bros his more energetic and sarcastic and his true self comes out, he is an overall sweet and caring tom who care's a lot about others feelings. He has Riverclan lineage, and his sister is Rainshimmer.
{ Rainshimmer } - - 25 moons - - { ✦ Milk tea ✦ } A medium -short furred grey she cat with a fluffy feather like's tail, a small lion's like main. She has dark blue eyes with dainty paws and tamed silky fur; She has narrow pointed ears with soft features. She is sarcastic, and quite cheery most of the time. She hides her pain by a smile and suffers a lone because that is what she has been doing since she was a kit. She is super friendly but can only handle others in small doses otherwise she gets overwhelmed and will have a panic attack, it seems like she has high walls, but she is really screaming for someone to break down her walls and comfort her. She has Riverclan linage, Silverfrost is her brother.
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{ Starlingpaw } - - 19 moons - - { 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 } Lithe but well-muscled she-cat with long, thick black fur, lightly tufted ears, and large, round pale green eyes. She has very long whiskers, and a long, plumy tail. The fur on her chest, lower legs, and bottom side of her tail is slightly lighter, and a bit brownish in color. She has a few scars on her pelt, particularly on her left flank where some of the fur has been torn out and won't grow back. Starlingpaw is a loud, rambunctious, and outgoing she-cat, quite the opposite of her quiet littermate. She is friendly with other cats to the point of almost being annoying, often poking into their business if for no reason than pure curiosity. Still, she isn't one to spread rumor or gossip, and can generally be trusted to keep a secret; after all, despite her outgoing personality, she is a bit secretive herself. She tends to be a bit suspicious of others, and so despite being rather friendly she actually does not have very many close friends in the Clan. Those that do earn her trust, however, have earned an incredibly loyal and caring friend indeed. Starlingpaw came to the Clan several moons ago with her brother, Crowpaw, though much of the pair's history remains unvoiced. All that is known as that they were born and raised in the nearby twolegplace, and that their parents were Frost(paw) of WindClan, and Nightfeather of ShadowClan.
{ Crowpaw } - - 19 moons - - { 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 } Large, long-legged tom with long, thick white fur and somewhat delicate, almost dainty features. He has a long, plumy tail, and thicker fur around his neck almost like a mane; however, his most unusual feature are his eyes, which are two different colors: the left is pale blue, while the right is pale green. His ears are lightly tufted and somewhat notched, and he has a few scars on his pelt, though all but a small diagonal scar on the left side of his muzzle, under his eye, are mostly hidden by his pelt. Crowpaw is a reserved cat, who generally refrains from speaking with others unless he has to. He often comes off as being a bit aloof, cold, and perhaps even hostile, but this has more to do with his natural awkwardness than any aggression. When he is comfortable around another cat, he is friendly and even playful, with a good sense of humor and a warm demeanor; however, it is rare for most cats to see this side of him. Besides his social attributes (or lack thereof), he is a logical cat who finds it easy to identify problems, and in most cases, solve them. However, he is far better at improvising than coming up with long-term plans, and thus is a good ally to have in a pinch, though he is less one to lead in any situation besides an emergency. He is level-headed and rarely panics, other than when he is overwhelmed by social activities. A few moons ago, Crowpaw and Starlingpaw came to RavenClan, giving their current names (Clan suffix included) as their names. It has been hinted that these are chosen names, and not their originals, but what their original names were is unknown. They would give little information about their past, except that they were raised in the twolegplace by their mother Frost(paw), a former apprentice of WindClan, and that their father had been a ShadowClan warrior named Nightfeather.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 7, 2017 20:54:42 GMT -5
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》Elders { Sparrowclaw } - - 86 moons - - { Catdaddy } A fluffy, short-furred tom-cat with a tortoiseshell pelt. The majority of his chest and belly are a burnt orange tone, and his eyes are bright green which stand out from his darkly colored fur. He is a small cat, with a short torso and an average frame. Sparrowclaw use to be much more muscular and toned when he was younger, but the years have left him frailer with hard hearing and arthritis. He is reserved, not letting many cats in to know about his life, though he can talk all day about other cats he has memories of. He hardly complains, most likely because he has nobody he can connect to to vent to. He was a skilled prey hunter when he was younger, able to hear the lightest noises on the ground, which is now a nuisance to him as he feels every pitter-patter of kits running around camp, disturbing his sleep. Sparrowclaw was an Apprentice in RiverClan when the Clans faded after the twolegs tore down the forest. His mother Reedshine, father Jayheart and sister Finchpaw were some of the first to decide to make the Barnyard a home. Having been with his family most of his life and never experiencing loneliness, he was reluctant to join the Elder's den where there are usually not very many cats, but he accepted his new role once his hearing became too bad to distinguish predators from prey, and his arthritis prevented him from going far from camp. His daughter is Leopardstar, and he is a descendant of RiverClan.
{ Foxfang } - - 68 moons - - { 𝔊𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤 } Large, thick-furred white tom with narrow orange eyes tufted ears, and long whiskers. His tail, ears, and parts of his forehead are ginger, along with his right back paw. Foxfang is partially blind, and so he tends to squint, giving him a judgemental or somewhat hostile appearance. He is also beginning to go deaf, making it difficult for him to get around or communicate with others. Foxfang was once a fiery warrior, perhaps one of the most aggressive in the Clan. Though few cats would trust him with leadership due to his aggression, he was certainly respected for his combat prowess. He was ambitious and focused on becoming deputy, so much so that he never bothered pay attention to any of the she-cats who pined after him (of which there were quite a few in his youth). As he grew older, his strength slowly began to fade, until at one point he was overpowered by several rogues, which scratched at his eyes and partially blinded him. Once he finally left the medicine den, he tried to return to his warrior duties, but without his sight he couldn't fight like he used to, and was forced to retire. Though this was at least two seasons ago now, he still has not gotten over his grief for his lost strength, and is mostly a bitter, grumpy, and somewhat hostile elder. He sorely laments the single-mindedness he had as a warrior, and regrets never having kits of his own, or developing any close relationships with his Clanmates.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 7, 2017 20:55:40 GMT -5
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 11:26:08 GMT -5
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 12:32:49 GMT -5
{ Just posting some starters. }
Leopardstar stretched in her hay-pile, letting herself sink deeper into the nest for just a moment to enjoy the quiet comfort. Dawn light was peaking through the cracks in the windows bellow, signaling for her to wake up and start planning the day ahead. In the distance she heard the rumbling of cows making noise in the fields as they ate and stomped about, and sheep kits bleating for their food. To Leopardstar, these sounds were a comfort, reminding her that they were not alone and that there was more life beyond the Barnyard. She rather reluctantly slid off the hay-pile and made her way down the ladder to the ground level where many cats were already awake, to no surprise. Looking at the fresh kill pile, it was no more full or empty than it usually was in leaf-bare, but she could tell that the energy in the barn was diminishing as the cold and frost worsened every day. "It wouldn't be such a terrible idea to send out a border patrol today," Border patrols weren't sent out very often, with no rivaling clans or rogues nearby it wasn't such a worry to her - but what did worry Leopardstar was two-leg borders. Though it had been moons since they last took a piece RavenClan territory, they couldn't be too carefree about checking if they were coming any closer to the barn.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 12:43:23 GMT -5
The sound of Leopardstar coming down the ladder woke Sparrowclaw from his disturbing sleep. Dreams of Whiteclaw and Whitekit seemed to plague him more and more as he aged. Some dreams so violent he woke and nearly vomited from the grotesque images. He realized how quickly his breathing was becoming and he closed his eyes to focus on slowing it down and clearing his mind. He grunted as a sharp pain traveled from his spine to his head, "You're weak Sparrowclaw," Whiteclaw's voice echoed in his thoughts. Sparrowclaw gasped and sprung up from his nest, glancing around wildly for his late mate but the pain disappeared and he was left alone in silence. He drew in his breath and let it out slowly, "I'm sorry Whitekit," he thought to himself as he calmly padded to the fresh kill pile and picked up the scrawniest mouse for himself. The thoughts that intruded on him were nothing new, but they had become more malevolent for whatever reason. Sparrowclaw nestle himself back in his nest and gulped down the mouse in a few quick bites that left him unsatisfied.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 16:32:07 GMT -5
Sitting outside of the barn in the frost-tipped grass, Dawnshine was on dawn-watch, keeping a lookout for anything suspicious. She shook out her orange pelt, frost and droplets of water flying off, and proceeded to perk her ears and test the air for strange scents. She quickly dropped to a hunter's crouch when the smell of rat made her mouth water. Like most of her clan-mates, she wasn't eating much and when there was fresh kill it wasn't anything to be thanking StarClan for. "StarClan," Dawnshine thought, furrowing her eyebrows and blowing a hot gust of air out of her mouth in frustration, "More like Star-brained, anybody who really thinks they exist anymore." She thought to herself. She drew her attention back to the light scuttle of the rat in the tall grass just ahead of her. Creeping forward, she kept her thickly built body low and her tail tightly wrapped to her side since she would be stalking in long grass, her tail sticking out would cause too much noise. Dawnshine saw the gleam of a pair of eyes a fox length ahead of her and she nearly stopped breathing, trying her best not to scare off this rat that the Clan needed so desperately. Launching hard with her hind legs, she landed on the shape and nipped down on the neck, quickly ending the rodent's life. It was small, barely out of its nest most likely but it would have to do. She padded back to the barn, squeezing in through the entrance and looked around for Foxfang, imagining he would be the one most in need of a warm piece of fresh kill.
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Post by Honcho on Dec 8, 2017 17:06:00 GMT -5
Rowanflame padded out of the Warriors den with a bright smile on his face. Everything was going smooth in the clan, all was calm and settle. It wasent awhile when he last joined Ravenclan, and was made deputy. He padded over to Leopardstar, "Hey! Do you need me to send out any patrols or anything?" Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 17:19:58 GMT -5
Leopardstar turned around at the sound of her deputy's voice, it had been just a few moons since Rowanflame had been made deputy but she already trusted the tom completely. She appreciated the gentleness of his character and his willingness to protect all of his clan-mates, and his level-headedness meshed well with Leopardstar's sometimes fiery outbursts of stress. She nodded thoughtfully at him, "Yes, that would be great Rowanflame. I want you to take the apprentices and any warriors you'd like and do border patrol near the Rockies and the Falls," she explained to him, "there shouldn't be two-legs around right now but keep an eye on that old fox den".
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Post by Honcho on Dec 8, 2017 17:35:20 GMT -5
"Will do!" Rowanflame dipped his head. Then, without another word he went out to fetch the apprentices and warriors, of course he was gonna bring his own, but had no idea where he was so gathered the others first. He asked his sister, who said yes right away, then he went to find Dawnshine. "Dawnshine?" He called, "you there?" Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 8, 2017 17:35:52 GMT -5
(firstly can I say how much I appreciate the fact that you list the characters in order of age XD because I always do that but it seems like I'm almost the only one lmao. Also I have this idea that Sparrowclaw and Foxfang probably kind of highkey hate each other atm but maybe once they're stuck in the elders' den together for a while they start to become sort of begrudging friends?)
Foxfang never seemed to sleep easy anymore, not since he had moved to the elders' den- or rather, the elders' pile, since really the only thing that made it any different from the warriors' and apprentices' nests was its location in a different pile of hay. Regardless, a good night's sleep had become a thing of the past, for some reason or another. Perhaps that's how it was with elders, the mere title suddenly causing them to become grumpy, giving them hypersensitivity to the mundane noises and movements of camp life but absolute numbness to practically anything else. At least, that's how Foxfang felt about it. The movements of his Clanmates in the camp had never bothered him as a warrior, but not each movement, every quiet murmur, every muffled pawstep seemed to rip him from sleep, sending him tossing and turning for what felt like moons before he could finally dream again, only to repeat the process over.
This, of course, was only one of many reasons why the aging ginger and white tom always seemed to be in a foul mood. It was no secret that Foxfang felt his time as a warrior had ended prematurely, and he had no problem voicing his dissatisfaction with his lot in life, loudly and frequently, to pretty much anyone who would listen (and many who would not). This bitterness was omnipresent as always as dawn came one leaf-bare morning. Foxfang let out a quiet grumble in his half-sleep as he felt Sparrowclaw stir nearby, scrambling suddenly to his paws for some no-doubt mousebrained reason or another. Foxfang shifted in his nest, tucking his nose underneath his plumy tail, and tried to fall back asleep, but before his breath had slowed again, Sparrowclaw was back, all-too-loudly gulping down what smelled to Foxfang like a mouse. Admitting his defeat, the younger tom uncurled and pushed himself to his paws, yawning widely before he pushed his front paws out in front of him in a stiff stretch.
Foxfang cast a brief glance in Sparrowclaw's direction, but as always he couldn't see much; to him, the world was obscured by a blurry fog, two hazy black bars extending more or less vertically through his left field of vision, obscuring any sight from that eye almost entirely. He had a bit more luck with his right eye, able to make out the blurry brown shape of the other tom, but not much else. Either way, he didn't acknowledge him, and instead just got to his paws, shaking out his long pelt and sending hay and down feathers flying every which way. The scent of the mouse was making Foxfang's stomach grumble, but he wouldn't say so to Sparrowclaw, nor would he complain to his Clanmates. Prey was scarce enough as it was, and even as arrogant as Foxclaw might have been, it wasn't to the point that he would think he had any right to take breakfast away from his more useful Clanmates. Far more useful, he thought bitterly, stalking towards the entrance of the barn. He had half a mind to try to hunt for himself, out of boredom and frustration more than anything else. And who would care if I got hurt in the process? He thought, pausing to scent the fresh air, making sure he was headed in the right direction and not directly into a wall or similar obstacle.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 17:47:30 GMT -5
{ Aphelyon - I was wondering, why are Starlingpaw and Crowpaw still Apprentices when they are 19 moons old? Just curious lol. Also yeah I like to keep things organized and know whose a senior Warrior and all that (:. That's a really great idea with Sparrow & Fox, gets me thinking of nursing home fights hahah. }
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 17:57:34 GMT -5
As he laid in the hay licking his paws and drawing them over his muzzle and whiskers to clean off the remnants of the mouse, he noticed his den-mate Foxfang making his way towards the barn door. Sparrowclaw thought to himself in half worry and half annoyance how that was clearly a poor judgement on the tom's part to go out alone in his condition in leaf-bare, but he wasn't going to let white furred elder know about his concerns, he'd just happen to be out and about on the territory too, he decided. Sparrowclaw stretched his back, his arthritis already irritating him but recalling the haunting words of Whiteclaw he had imagined earlier about how he was weak made him determined to not be a wasteful bag of bones lying around. While he unsheathed and sheathed his claws, getting a full stretch he made sure he did not take his eyes off of Foxfang. "Well great StarClan I hope that really is him," he thought to himself, his vision blurry and severely out of focus looking that far of a distance. He kept his eyes trained on the white mass that was Foxfang, hoping he could manage to follow behind him a few fox-lengths.
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 8, 2017 18:01:48 GMT -5
{ Aphelyon - I was wondering, why are Starlingpaw and Crowpaw still Apprentices when they are 19 moons old? Just curious lol. Also yeah I like to keep things organized and know whose a senior Warrior and all that (:. That's a really great idea with Sparrow & Fox, gets me thinking of nursing home fights hahah. } (because they've only been with the Clan a few moons, probably... oh, two or three, I would guess? So it's kind of like any time a young adult cat is adopted into a Clan, they're not always made right into warriors, sometimes they're made into apprentices so that they can learn the ways of the Clan before becoming a full warrior, even though they're past apprentice age. If that makes sense lmao. I mean, Crowpaw and Starlingpaw's skills are probably mostly up to par, so they could honestly be made warriors at any point. I just prefer to start them out as apprentices XD )
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 8, 2017 18:09:25 GMT -5
Foxfang paused as the fresh air washed over him, bitingly cold compared to the warmth inside. He had almost forgotten what the bitter chill of leaf-bare felt like; the last time had been out in cold like this had been when he was still a warrior. He fluffed his pelt up against the cold, but noticed with some annoyance that it wasn't as thick as it used to be- maybe due to his age, maybe because he mostly stayed indoors anymore. He swiveled his ears, listening for any sound of prey or predator outside the barn, but all was quiet. He could hear the sound of farm animals in the distance- sheep, horses, cattle, the distant bark of dogs, and so on, but nothing near enough to be concerning. The air smelled fresh and almost bland, besides the stale scents of his Clanmates that lined the trail to and from the camp. So, he would just have to range farther if he wanted to find any prey. I can still find food myself just fine, by scent and sound if I have to, he thought, picking a direction more or less at random. He still knew the layout of the terrain, and though he could navigate mostly without side, he still found himself stumbling over twigs and pebbles in his path here and there; he couldn't do much to scent or hear them, after all. before long, he felt his pelt brush longer grass, and knew he was at the edge of the barnyard. Now I can really hunt, he thought, again raising his head to scent the air.
(lmao two old, grumpy, blind cats alone in the wilderness in the middle of winter can only lead to good things. Idk if you want something real bad to happen, like fox/badger/aggressive rogue level bad, or if you think they should just sort of passively fail at hunting and wander back XD I'll leave it up to you.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 8, 2017 18:24:20 GMT -5
Starlingpaw, as usual, was up almost before the sun rose; not for any particular duty but more because she still wasn't quite used to sleeping among her Clanmates, and their snores tended to keep her up at night. She and Crowpaw had made their nests away from the rest of the cats', near the wall of the barn where a small gap in the wooden slats let a draft through. Their nest was not quite as decorated with down and moss like the other nests; after all, most of their time here had been spent in leaf-bare, but even so, just the hay itself was probably the softest bed either had ever laid upon. The two had somewhat burrowed into the stack of hay, forming their own isolated cave that gave them what almost felt like some measure of privacy from the rest of the Clan, though they could still hear the others moving around in the empty space beyond, and shifting in their nests, and speaking to each other in quiet tones. Starlingpaw found the noise somewhat soothing, if a bit distracting. The noise made it difficult to sleep, but the comfort and reassurance of knowing her Clanmates were there to keep the camp, and her, safe even while she was sleeping was something that she would not trade for the world now that she had experienced it.
Crowpaw was still asleep when Starlingpaw finally crawled out of their nest, offering only a quiet mutter in his sleep as she shook the hay out of her pelt and stepped out into the camp. The world was still dark, though she could see the faint gray sky of dawn through the entrance of the barn. She glanced around for her mentor, Dawnshine, but didn't see her anywhere. It would likely be a little while before she would even wake. Well, I'm sure no one will complain if I do some hunting before the sun rises, she thought, quickly trotting out of the barn.
The sky was just beginning to turn pink and gold by the time she returned, now carrying the limp bodies of two small mice, and a shrew, which she dropped on the fresh-kill pile. Though her belly rumbled and she longed to snatch up at least one piece of her catch for herself, she knew that as an apprentice she wasn't supposed to eat until Dawnshine gave her permission. Even so, she felt pride at the knowledge she was providing for her Clan, something she had never felt as a rogue. The knowledge that someone else would be able to eat today, because of her, gave her a good feeling, and once again she was grateful for her newfound life as a part of RavenClan. Settling down by the barn door, the young black she-cat watched the sun rise over the distant trees. Oh, Mother, she thought wistfully. Can you see us? If only you could have seen this for yourself.
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 8, 2017 18:38:50 GMT -5
It was well after dawn by the time that Crowpaw awoke to find himself alone. He nearly scrambled to his paws in fear, for a heartbeat not realizing where he was, and wondering if his sister was in danger... but then he remembered that he was in RavenClan's camp, and they were both, theoretically, safe. Home, he supposed, though the thought felt strange in his mind, foreign. The idea of settling down and staying here, in this barn, with these same cats, for the rest of their lives... the thought was odd and somewhat unnerving. It had been a bit over two moons since Crowpaw and his sister had arrived in the Barnyard, a bit over two moons since they were accepted into RavenClan as Crowpaw and Starlingpaw. But, even in those two moons, Crowpaw still hadn't quite grown accustomed to Clan life. Starlingpaw seemed to settle in well almost from the get-go, taking pride at her role and rank and place in the Clan.
Crowpaw, however, had a far more difficult time. He couldn't bring himself to feel especially loyal to these cats who were still essentially strangers, or to entirely adjust to their lifestyle. The idea of altruism, of serving any cat besides oneself and perhaps their immediate kin, was strange. The idea that a cat shouldn't kill to defend themselves and their kin, that was also strange. The thought of following any cat's judgement behind his own, doing things he did not want to do for the sake of the Clan... that was strange as well. Still, he stayed for Starlingpaw's sake. If nothing else, it seemed she was happy here, and for that he would be happy as well.
Crowpaw was still groggy as he shook out his pelt and slipped out of his makeshift nest, glancing around the camp for his sister. He found it difficult to sleep with so many other cats around; any one of them could choose to betray them at any moment, he thought, and there was nothing stopping them from attacking him or Starlingpaw in their nest. And what if the entire Clan, or even just a part of it, decided to turn on them? These concerns made it difficult for the young tom to sleep at night, which is one reason why he usually slept late. That, and he didn't really understand the value of waking up early- do it now or do it later in the day, it was all the same as long as things got done, right?
While looking around, Crowpaw spotted his mentor, Rowanflame, speaking with the Clan leader. Mentor. That was a strange concept as well. A cat who was meant to guide Crowpaw, teach him how to hunt and fight. But, he already knew how to do those things just fine, and he wasn't really one to bend to the authority of another cat, especially one he barely knew- he didn't care if he was the "deputy." Ignoring Rowanflame and Leopardstar, Crowpaw trotted towards where Starlingpaw was sitting near the entrance to the barn. He'd find out of Rowanflame wanted him to do anything later, after he had talked to his sister. Whatever it was, it could probably wait.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 18:57:13 GMT -5
Dawnshine hadn't managed to find Foxfang, so she shrugged and left the rat on the fresh kill pile. She was sure some cat would appreciate it, hopefully Leopardstar since she hadn't been eating much, to leave enough for the rest of their clan-mates. She was padding back out of the barn when she heard her name being called by Rowanflame. She looked over her shoulder and could tell by his stance that he was headed out. "Yes, what is it?" She replied back, hoping it was to assign her to a patrol. The barn was warm and cozy, and didn't leave her teeth chattering, but she wanted to be useful for something, somehow even if her paws would feel like falling off from the cold.
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 8, 2017 19:50:27 GMT -5
(anyone on rn?)
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 20:02:16 GMT -5
{ Aphelyon - Ooh yeah! One could accidentally chase some prey into the old fox's den in the Rockies and there's still some foxes in there? Rowanflame's patrol is heading that way so it would work out. Let me know if you have any ideas too! }
Sparrowclaw's slender shape slipped out of camp easily through the barn door just a few moments after Foxfang. He tasted the air for his scent, mingled with the odor of two-leg monster fumes and barnyard animals, he wasn't as sharp as he use to be, but he could still pick up his den-mate's scent without issue. He stepped carefully, the frosted grass crunching as he padded along. "I don't think I was this bad at stalking last time I was out here," he thought to himself bitterly as the soreness in his hind legs became more apparent the farther he traveled from the Barnyard. "If he sees me then we might as well hunt together, if that grumpy mouse for brains decides he wants to act civilized," he thought and scrunched up his face into some weird look of annoyance that only he could have come up with. His feelings of annoyance quickly ebbed away, as did most of his sour moods. He could never really stay in a bad mood for long, it seemed like a waste of time to him, and didn't do good for anybody. He remembered a time when he was all his daughter Leopardstar had, and for her sake he had to grow up and be everyone for her that she didn't have after her mother and brother's untimely death. Sadness and anger wouldn't bring them back, and being negative wouldn't give Leopardstar a chance to grow into the cat she should. So Sparrowclaw taught himself to just be, and let emotions flow over him and dissipate.
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 8, 2017 20:20:48 GMT -5
(yeah I was thinking something like that lol. I don't think he realizes yet that Sparrowclaw is following him. What if they manage to successfully catch the rabbit as a pair, get cocky, and then things go downhill from there? Lmao)
Foxfang maneuvered carefully through the brush, doing as best he could to disturb it as little as he could, though there was no denying that he was not as quiet as he used to be. He couldn't stop his pelt brushing against dry grass and fronds as he misjudged their distance from him, or cracking twigs and shifting gravel beneath his paws. Still, it could have been worse. He stopped after he had gone a ways away from the barn, pricking his ears as the scent of rabbit washed over him. Out of habit, he raised his head to scan the landscape for any sign of the creature, but predictably, he was unable to see it. Biting back his frustration, he instead scented the air again to try to get a better idea of its location, before pinpointing it with sound. It was rustling around in the grass about half a tree-length away, and fortunately hadn't yet noticed him. How big of a rabbit it was, he couldn't quite tell, but it sounded large enough from its movements. The ginger and white tom slowly lowered into a hunting crouch creeping forward more slowly than a new, learning apprentice, careful not to make any noise that would alert the prey to his presence.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 8, 2017 21:11:26 GMT -5
{ Sounds good! }
Soon he was able to make out what looked like a puffy cloud ahead of him, which he knew to be Foxfang. He observed the tom slowing down, so Sparrowclaw followed along with this, figuring he was either out of breath or had scented something up ahead. Foxfang appeared to be alert and ready to catch something, whatever it was out of Sparrowclaw's view. He crouched down low to the ground, belly brushing the ground and ears swiveling to pick up any noises surrounding them that may be a danger. Unmoving and slowing down his breathing, the cold pierced through his pelt and made his frail frame shake. If it was prey, would Foxfang really be able to catch it? Did it need help? "No, he knows what he's doing," Sparrowclaw soothed his flying thoughts. He glanced back over his shoulder to make sure he could still see the top of the barn, red frosted over with white, moss growing over the sides, and the window that opened up at the top. Seeing it made him feel less anxious, and he rested his gaze back on Foxfang.
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Post by Honcho on Dec 9, 2017 9:10:44 GMT -5
"Would you like to go an a border patrol with me, Cloverwing, and possibly more cats?" He asked. He was expecting a no since it looked like she was cold and wanted to warm up, but he guessed he was just ask. Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by Morticat on Dec 9, 2017 20:16:40 GMT -5
{ Sorry guys I have been sick all last night and today but I'm on now. }
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 10, 2017 16:12:34 GMT -5
Foxfang knew that the wind was blowing the wrong direction for his current position; as soon as he got near to the rabbit, it would smell him and dart away. Once upon a time, that might not have mattered so much- as long as he was quick and ready, he could have darted after and caught it before it ran too far. That was no longer the case, however; even if he managed to match it in speed, there was too great of a chance he would trip, at best losing the prey and at worst badly injuring himself. Thus, he stalked more carefully, forming a partial circle around the rabbit so that he was thoroughly downwind. Unknowingly, he was putting the rabbit between himself and where Sparrowclaw now waited.
When he was in what he felt was the correct position, the old white tom began to close the distance between himself and his quarry. The rabbit still seemed to be blissfully ignorant of his presence, hopping a few pawsteps here and there in the grass to dig for roots and green shoots which stayed alive in the warmer soil throughout leaf-bare. In this case, its desperation for food formed a fortunate distraction as Foxfang brought himself to within a fox-length of the creature.
Crack.
Foxfang's breath caught as the rabbit raised its head quickly, nose twitching as it looked for danger. Before the old tom could even make another move, it darted off, away from the sound of the twig breaking. "Mouse-dung!" Foxfang cursed vehemently, taking off after the creature, though what with his age and the rabbit's head start, he knew there was little chance of catching it now, unless it itself slipped up. Foxfang stumbled in pursuit as the rabbit darted to the side- right towards where Sparrowclaw was hiding.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 10, 2017 18:30:58 GMT -5
Dawnshine nodded at the tom, suddenly remembering that she should be working with Starlingpaw to get her caught up to the rest of the cats her age. "Mind if I bring along my apprentice?" She asked Rowanflame, hoping Starlingpaw hadn't thought she was being neglectful. She wanted to be as welcoming and as helpful as she could to her, and bring her more out of her shell, and a border patrol would be perfect to get her more familiarized with the way of Clan life, looking out for one another in patrols and protecting their home. "Crowpaw should come along too," Dawnshine thought to herself, but she excepted the deputy already considered taking his apprentice along.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 10, 2017 18:43:09 GMT -5
He waited patiently as he watched Foxfang angle himself properly to catch his prey. His joints ached from the cold and it took everything in him to not chatter his teeth like a frost-bitten kit. Sparrowclaw nodded to himself as he watched, sure that Foxfang would make the kill if he could stay hidden and silent, and so far it looked quite promising. Suddenly he heard the rustle of the thick grass and the quick thumping movements of the rabbit on the move, Foxfang just behind it but not nearly close enough to make the kill before the rabbit disappeared from them both. Sparrowclaw had little time to think about the shock or anger he would bring to Foxfang as he leaped to his paws and pounced clumsily towards the brown bundle headed his way, and he swiftly stunned the rabbit with his paw, claws unsheathed, he leaned down and crunched down hard on its neck and spine to paralyze and kill it. He breathed heavily and his legs shook with the growing pain but he was filled with undeniable pride and excitement as he dropped the prey and spat out tufts of fur.
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