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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 10:50:36 GMT -5
Intro
You had heard the tales. Beyond your fluffy bed and tasty food lies an entirely different world. And what your mother and your neighbors frequently remind you of though, are the inhabitants. The Clans. Groups of cats who made the forest their own, hunted its prey, and breathed its pinewood air. However, many also say that they are vicious. Feral beasts that eat bones and would sooner strip your flesh than welcome you in. You ask your mother if they all could be like that though, and she would always tell you the same thing, that they were, until she let something slip. She said that you weren't like that.
Thus begins a journey that leads you from your warm twoleg den and toward a world unknown. A world that can possibly be yours by blood. You run away from your protected life and toward the source of all the tales and legends your family and friends talk of. Instead of the brown grass from your twoleg den, grass and dirt press against your paws. You walk, and walk, and walk until you no longer smell the scent of home. The setting that greets you though, is... different. Instead of just a line of trees you saw from your twoleg den, you see an expansive world of them. Trees, bushes, even a river nearby, hearing the rush of the water just barely. And of course... mouse! You see the small creature moving in the distance, and smirk. You could do this. You have hunted mice before! You crouch down, creeping forward. Just as you're about to pounce though, you pause at the sound of a cry.
"Frostfoot, get up! We need to get home! He could still be out here!"
You can hear the distress in the tone, and make your way toward ththe voice. It sounds like a kit. Keeping hidden, you peer between some bushes to see a small, brown-furred kit pushing at the shoulder of who looks to be her mother. A frown reaches you, knowing she wasn't going to be getting up with the stiff muscles and glassy gaze she has. You can also see the massive bite in her side. Surely a badger or a fox hadn't done that! After much hesitation, you step out from your hiding spot. The kit jumps and scrambles back, and you are surprised at the fear you see in her eyes. "Hey," you say gently "I'm not going to-" You never get to finish your sentence, your eyes widening at something you see from the corner of your eye. It is gigantic, and you can tell just by how big the eyes were, glowing yellow orbs with a black pupil and red iris.
You shrink back, turn and run a few bounds as the thing moves. Your body stops though, as you hear the kit cry out again, turning, you see the being has stepped into the light, a massive boulder of black and even reddish fur. You see "Frostfoot's" body is gone, though her tail is dangling from the monster's massive jaws. You see it turn towards the kit, and without hesitation, you run back. Lunging, you snatch the kit up, and feel a sudden pain in your tail as you dart past. You don't look back though, and run as fast as you can as you try to put distance between you and the monster, expecting to die at any second.
But you never do.
After running for who knows how long, you stop to give mercy to your aching lungs. Setting the kit down, you barely get in a breath before you are confronted again. Only it isn't by that... thing. It is by other cats. They look strong, intimidating and skeptical. Of you. You take a step back, just as one steps forward. She is lean, with striking blue eyes, gray fur and even darker gray stripes. "You are lucky to be alive, kittypet, judging by your tail. Why are you out here?" Blinking, you glance back, only to see a quarter of your tail missing. That's going to hurt later.
You struggle for words, but you are beaten to it by the kit. "He got Frostfoot, Flintstar! And was about to get me too, but this kittypet saved me!"
"Flintstar" turns toward you, eyes narrow. "Is this true, kittypet? Did you actually see him?"
You gulp, still unnerved by everything happening. However, you nod. "But w-who is "him" anyway? What was that thing?"
The she-cat frowns slightly at you response. "If you saw what got Frostfoot, then you must at least be part Clan. What you saw is a story for after you have rested. Come." She tilts her head when you take a step back. "Surely you don't want to go back out there right now? You're lucky he has fed, lest he be hunting still." She turns away, calling the kit to her and leading her group away. You hesitate. You don't even know these cats, but so far they are nothing like the gruesome stories you have heard. Plus, you want answers now. Glancing behind you, you can almost picture those poisoned yellow eyes and find yourself hurrying after Flintstar.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 10:52:17 GMT -5
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About The Clan LunarClan is made up of strong cats who fight bravely and fairly. They use the cover of trees, bushes and boulders to execute organized attacks and hunts. However, they are a storm in battle and will fight until it is won, or unless they know they must flee. They never strike for the wrong reasons, even if their enemy will in turn. Built with strong muscles and shorter coats (though longer coats are possible too), it is easily for them to switch between open attack and hiding in the shadows or environment that StarClan has blessed them with. Their clan name is after the first leader, Luna, who received powers from an entity named Eclipse through tricking him.
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History A long time ago, before there was order, chaos reigned. Everything that could move fought with each other. The strong preyed on the weak. And the first two to consider doing anything to change that were two cats, Benshi and Petal. They were apart of a world where water was red and your paws crunched old bones instead of fallen leaves. Still, they had managed to find some happiness. A litter of kits, oblivious to the world around them, had been blessed into their lives. Benshi and Petal protected them fiercely from predators and other cats. However, during a time when the moon covered the sun, their kits were stolen from their lives. Murdered by something they never got to see, who left them with only the tail of one of their precious flesh and blood. Vowing to get revenge, they set out to find whatever killed their precious kittens. They walked for days and walked for nights. Many had heard of their quest, and spoke that similar tragedies had happened to them. And the flames were fanned. The mates pair traveled until they reached a cave where it stank of death and reeked of despair, full of cats who seemed too scared to move, including their kits! They also found a shape waiting for them.
Benshi and Petal demanded their kits be returned, only to be asked why in turn. The shape called himself Eclipse, and told them that a deal could be made. Eclipse got to keep the kits, and the power of the sun and moon would be given in turn. The authority to command others. Surely it was a much better prize than kits, right? Petal immediately said no, but Benshi accepted, much to her dismay. That was all Eclipse needed though, and Benshi was given the power of the sun. His veins flowed with increased endurance and power, and each step he took brought heat and flame. Eclipse called him Solaris. He insisted to his mate that he could use his new power to stop all the fighting. And he did. He gathered all the cats he could find, and the waters finally ran blue. You could feel leaves under your paws.
Benshi, or Solaris now, had even managed to bring cats together to form the first clan. EclipseClan. The beginning of the journey was led by a good and caring leader, but the sun proved to be too much over the moons. He became ruthless, tearing across the land with intent to make everyone obey him. Petal could no longer take it, as her mate had become no better than the savages from before. He spilled blood in the name of Eclipse, and Petal had had enough. She ventured back to the cave, and pleaded with Eclipse to stop Solaris, but he would not. Her beloved was a vessel of food for him, and that he would only do it if she took up the cycle in turn. Sacrifice one cat every time the moon covered the sun. Petal agreed, but with no intention of doing so. Eclipse, unaware, gave her the power of the moon. Her veins flowed with stealth and intelligence, and each step she took brought cold and frost. Eclipse named her Luna, sending her off to do what she needed. Luna returned to EclipseClan to show her new power, telling the cats that they no longer needed to follow a tyrant. That they could live peacefully under her. The clan became divided, Solaris vowing to make them obey again one day.
Luna led her clan peacefully as she promised, and the cats decided to make themselves LunarClan, in honor of Luna. EclipseClan was no more, the remaining cats being renamed SolarClan by Solaris. And of course, peace did not last forever. LunarClan fought with SolarClan viciously to keep their freedom. Lives were lost, and the waters became red again until one day, when the moon covered the sun, Solaris was killed by his former mate. He died with a snarl on his face and a wound on his belly. And then Eclipse came, ready to sweep his corpse away, but Luna refused. So, she and Solaris were taken in a mess of blood, both clans having to watch as their leaders were snatched away. After that day, no conflict had ever been so ruthless. So bloody. Mostly because they didn't need to fight each other for that. Eclipse continued to prey on them, cats going missing every time the moon covered the sun. Kits, warriors and elders. No one is ever truly safe, even to this day.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 10:56:51 GMT -5
●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●Territory LunarClan consists of tall oak trees and even some pines, though the pines tend to reside to the west corner of the territory. What is even more grand than the oaks though, is the peculiar growth of redwood trees. The trees in general, be it redwoods or oaks or pines, reach for the skies and tower over all like watchful giants, providing homes for prey and cover for predators. Cats will use the shorter trees to practice climbing when young, and when grown they will use the entire domain to track, hunt and bring down prey. Bushes also litter the territory, though do become scarce in places like the Barren Forest, which is actually a small area of flatland, if not a large clearing up north. When the sun is up, it is better showing of the boulders and logs that also dot the area. And like veins, a river runs through the east of LunarClan, the Raging River a place for fishing or just relaxing and watching the water rush by.
The smaller branches of the river may lead to places like Mouse Valley or the Cave of Eclipse, which is just an old twoleg den of logs that has been abandoned for countless moons.
- Mouse Valley: It isn't actually a valley, but instead an area of oak trees to the west in LunarClan that is mice galore! There are also some boulders and even a clearing where cats can lounge about on sunny days.
- Barren Forest: To the north in LunarClan is a massive clearing where trees and bushes are scarce. There's little to no prey, but you might find the occasional vole. There are a few spots to collect moss though.
- Cave of Eclipse: An old, abandoned twoleg den in the south of the territory. Worn and old, you'll find mice and even a few rats. No one really goes there though, an old kit's tale being that you'll never come out.
- The Lonely Pine: The pine tree is the most uncommon tree you will see in LunarClan, pines being more of a SolarClan thing. There is a single pine among many oaks neighboring Mouse Valley to the left. There really isn't anything special about it, but you're likely to find squirrels nosing around the pinecones.
- Bloody Redwood: Toward the west edge of LunarClan, this Redwood tree, the tallest in the territory, was where the Abandonment Ritual was practiced. It is also a marker of a border between LunarClan and SolarClan
- Thunderpath: Long strip of firm, hard ground where Twoleg Monsters barrel through. You only cross when it is quiet.
- Mountain Hill: South of the camp is a big hill that causes a few oak trees to lean a little. There also a few rocks and such to lounge on, as well as a few holes to hunt voles and shrews even.
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- Leader's Den: Where the leader sleeps is a huge hollow a chunk of broken redwood in the north of the camp. There is plenty of room for at least five cats in the hollow.
- Branch of Hope: It is very, very rare to see a fallen redwood. In LunarClan, there are only two, not including the chunk that is the Leader's Den. One near Red Oaks, and the one in camp. The tree, a young one, is the only one in the circle making camp. It too seems to have been pushed, broken in half, leaving a mildly steep incline where the leader now delivers news.
- Medicine Den: This den lies at the base of the Branch of Hope. The gigantic roots of the redwood deeper into the camp were upturned and arched to make a bigger portion of the den. The rest consists of bushes and old oak branches from tree based facing inward. There is plenty of room and hidey holes for herbs and cats.
- Warriors Den: This consists of a dome made of brambles, old oak roots (the back half of the den consists of an oak base), and even some lichen that has grown.
- Nursery: wip
- Elders Den: wip
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 12:10:04 GMT -5
●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●Rules- Follow the forum rules please
- Please join with at least one tom and one she-cat, and one must be a warrior
- No godmodding, powerplaying, etc. No killing anyone's character without permission.
- No spamming. If you want to border clans or something, pm me.
- No kit anything. We will ignore you.
- Post at least three sentences per rp post
- Characters must have flaws
- Do not use a name if it has been used twice, even if the cat is dead Example, no more than two Blaze-, Cherry, etc
- Keep everything PG-13. No excessive gore, and nothing intimate or whatever.
- Cats will die in this rp. You can't have them forever. Every month in rl will add one moon to their age.
- Do not have any crushes upon joining. I want relationships to develop on their own. When this happens, tell me and I will update the list.
- No text talk. Also, use [], (), or {} when not rping
- No more outsiders turned clan prior to joining for now.
- Have fun!!!
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 13:04:24 GMT -5
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- Kits are from birth to six moons
- Apprentices are from six to twelve moons
- Warriors are from twelve to thirty moons or so, when they will be known as Senior Warriors
- Senior Warriors stay so until death, certain injury or retirement at 60 moons or so, when they will become elders.
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Seasons
- New Leaf (Spring) (*)
- Greenleaf (Summer) ()
- Leaf Fall (Autumn) ()
- Leaf Bare (Winter) ()
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Prey/Predators- Mice
- Voles
- Shrews
- Trout
- Sparrows
- Frogs
- Rabbits
- Squirrels
- Rats
- Badgers
- Foxes
- Dogs
- Owls
- Eclipse
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Ceremonies/Rituals
- Leaf Bare Hunt:Once every twelve moons, like clockwork, the moon will cover the sun. Before this happens, everyone must leave camp and find hiding spots elsewhere, because Eclipse will come looking. You have a better chance at surviving when split up and better hidden. The sun will stay covered for some time, and the hunt will not end until the sun is completely visible.
- Warrior Ceremony: When an apprentice has reached twelve moons and has met the additional requirements to become a warrior, the leader will pass judgement, and give them their warrior name. After, they are to stand watch for the night.
- Leadership Ceremony: When a leader does or even retires, the deputy must journey with the Medicine Cat to the Cave of Sun and Moon, where they are sleep by the biggest clump of crystal and wake in StarClan, where they are receive their nine lives and new name. Though they don't get powers like Luna, they still have been given nine great gifts. Also, they are never to speak a word of what happened during the ceremony.
- Medicine Cat Ceremony: wip
- Abandonment Ritual: This is a long dead practice, something Solaris had done. Every time the moon covered the sun, one cat was chosen to be surrendered to Eclipse. A huge feast was held in the chosen cat's honor, or farewell really. Then, they cat was left at the Bloody Redwood to be taken away by the monster, keeping the rest of the clan from being terrorized.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 13:18:26 GMT -5
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Physical Description: She is lean, with long legs and powerful muscles. She's a point in the smaller side compared to most of her clan, but that has proved to mean nothing. She has what will likely become a permanent scar along her side, from when she was struck by Eclipse. Personality: She is intelligent and contemplative. Never does anything without thinking it through. Always seems to know what to do when it comes to managing her clan, which she will and has defended with her life. It is not impossible for her to be relaxed though. She can be seen talking with her clan and even having fun at times, but that's unfortunately a little on the uncommon side. She takes her duty seriously and is constantly working to make sure her cats are safe. History: Flintstar grew up like any normal clan cat. Her mother, who lived to be 33 moons, was killed by Eclipse. She was mentored by Emberflame, who died in battle with SolarClan. With the warrior name Flintpelt, she was a dedicated protector of her clan, and still is to this day of course. Family: Her mother was Russetflower, and her father is Stormsong. Lives: Eight left. Lost first life to Eclipse last Leaf Bare. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● The Deputy(Flintstar will choose) ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● The Medicine CatsPeachpelt || 19 moons || Medicine Cat || Fishybear
Description: peachpelt is a lithe she cat with grass green eyes. She is a beautiful cream tabby. She has a short tail but not a stump tail, she has very soft short fur. Personality: Peachpelt can be quite a serious cat but is also very funny, kind, and loving. She takes the time with each of her patients and well do her best for her clan. History: Peachpelt's parents both died by green cough, since then she’s decided to become a medicine cat, so the grief that happened to her won’t happen to other cats. Koipaw (Frost) || Female || 11 moons || Medicine Cat Apprentice || Bloodrose
Description: A pale calico she-cat, named for her patterned fur. Her fur is thick but sleeker than most, and she has a bobbed tail. Her jaw is slightly crooked, and she has a small overbite on one side, a Fang always poking out from her lip. She is missing a few whiskers, and has a good few notches taken out of her ears. Personality: A quick-thinker and seemingly older than her age, she learns fast and is easy to train. She can be perceived as cold, but she’s gentle at heart and only wants to help. History: Koipaw started out as a warrior, but after two moons of training, she decided she’d rather help the warriors rather than be one of them, recognising the importance of the medicine cat... after many, many trips to the den herself. Other: (open to siblings and a mother) ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● The WarriorsRedstorm || Tom || 37 moons || Smokey Feather
Physical Description: A huge tom with fluffy fur and striking hazel eyes. Bulky frame, but quick as wind in battle. Personality:History:Family: (optinal) Other: (optional)
Grayflower || She-Cat || 17 moons || Smokey Feather
Physical Description: She is a big cat, mostly due to her fur, and she missing a little less than half of her tail. Personality: She's a little shy and in the quiet side, but will socialise for the most part. It's difficult to get her angry, but if you do you're in for a ride because it will not end well. History: She lived a kittypet life until she was about twelve moons, when she left to go explore the world that was said to hold the clans. And on her first day in the forest, on her own, she lost half of her tail and nearly got killed. Upon being taken in, she was curious of what became her new home, and was eager to learn about it all. Family: Her mother, Uma, was a kittypet, and her father is said to be a clan cat, but no one knows who. Not even her.
Thunderheart || Tom || 32 moons || Smokey Feather
Physical Description:Personality:Backstory/History:Family: (optinal) Other:
Duskstorm || Tom || 24 moons || Bloodrose
Description: A handsome black pelted Tom with sleek short fur and an unusual 'x' shaped scar on his right shoulder. He has deep golden eyes, and resembles on Oriental breed, as his mother was a purebred kittypet. He is tall but thin with lean muscles; what he lacks in strength he makes up for in speed. Personality: He is quite grumpy with other cats and prefers to keep himself to himself; he does, however, get along with the younger kits and cats. For some reason they really love him. He has a way with words and is a powerful speaker when he absolutely has to. His moral alignment is high, and when justice needs to be carried out he’ll do his best to sway others in the right direction. Often succeeds. History: At the age of 4 moons his father took him from his kittypet mother and brought him into the clan, raising him for three moons- before his father died, killed by a fox. Duskstorm became reclusive and lashed out at almost everyone for a long while as he recovered from the loss. He was mentored by Wolfbite, who swiftly brought Duskstorm out of his shell and made him a fine, respectable warrior. Family: He has no direct family as his father died- although he often wonders about his kittypet mother. Other: Although generally quiet, he has a way with words to move others if he needs to. He always seems to know how to motivate another cat.
Iceheart || She-Cat || 28 Moons || Lycaonia
Physical Description: White from head to toe, Iceheart is built for speed rather than strength with wirey muscle rippling under the fur of her legs. She can propel herself forward with astonishing speed, and is very difficult to hit in a fight. Unfortunately, if she does get hit, she can't take much damage due to her light, almost delicate build. She has some scarring on her body, especially along her right side from where she had a bad run-in with a fox when she was younger. Iceheart has vibrant, burning amber eyes that seem to look right to your heart and find you lacking. Personality: Iceheart is as cold as her name for the most part. She projects a mask of cold superiority, standing for nothing less than complete and utter obedience from those she's teaching. She snappy and short tempered when working, very organised and doesn't accept failure or anyone talking back to her. But she does have a soft side, mostly when it comes to kits. She adores kits. Iceheart is a good friend once you earn her trust and, despite her attitude, loves her clan fiercely. History: Iceheart has some Medicine Cat training from when she was younger, but had neither the patience nor attitude for the position, so she switched to training to become a Warrior. A bad run-in with a fox left her alone with her dying mentor, unable to help him as she slowly bled out herself before being saved. When she became a Warrior, she requested the suffix -heart, in recognition of her first mentor dying to save her life. Family: Open Other: She's a big advocate of teaching all Apprentices basic herb knowledge, saying that it has helped her out greatly over the moons to at least know the basics.
Ravencall || Tom || 42 Moons || Lycaonia
Physical Description: Ravencall is a pretty bulky cat, with the short hair that most of his Clan share. His fur is mainly black, but his muzzle, belly and the very tips of all four paws and his tail are white. Ravencall's eyes are a bright yellow that shine with intelligence and he often seems as if he's analysing everything around him for the best course of action. With a heavy build that relies mainly on strength and hard hits, Ravencall can be quite intimidating if you don't know what he's like. Personality: Ravencall is a sweetheart with a silver tongue. Laid-back and happy, he wants little more in this life than to have kits of his own and to be able to protect his Clan. However, he does have quite a talent for persuading other cats around to his way of thinking, but rarely takes advantage of it. Ravencall is honourable, loyal and deeply devoted to his clan and his Leader. History: Ravencall grew up mostly as any other cat did with the threat of Eclipse hanging over their head. His parents loved him and he ha no strife with any others in the Clan. The only thing of note is that, only two moons after becoming a warrior, the tom almost died from a bout of greencough. Family: Open Other: He really wants to be a father, but hasn't found the right she-cat to settle down with yet.
Streamwhisper || She-Cat || 20 moons || Fishybear
Description: Streamwhisper is a grey long legged cat with on swerve stripe on her back. She is lithe and has only four toes on each feet. Personality: Streamwhisper is a quiet cat who’d rather stay in the shadows she doesn’t mind having a few friends but is never brave enough to ask. History: Her parents died from green cough, she only has her sister left and that’s Peachpelt.
Junipertail || 14 moons || Tom || Applesaucebab||
Description: Junipertail is a tall, lithe cat with a long tail and paws. He is a light grey with a dark grey stripe down his back and tail, and warm amber eyes. Personality: Junipertail is the adventuring type; he loves seeing new things and exploring. He gets excited about plants and animals, and things like that. He's not good at dealing with his problems, so when another cat gets mad at him he generally just tries to avoid them. History: Born and raised in Lunarclan; lived a normal life.
Peppermask || 30 moons || She-Cat || Applesaucebab ||
Description: Pale ginger tabby with dark brown speckles over her face and eyes, and on her back. Her paws and tail are white, and her eyes are a flinty grey. Her front right paw is crippled. Personality: Peppermask is focused and goal-oriented, and feels that everything she does must be perfect. She doesn't seek out friends or romantic relationships, and tells herself that they will only get in the way of her being successful. She tries to act calm, but she has a huge temper. History: When Peppermask was an apprentice, she was more outgoing and curious. She went too close too the twoleg place and was hit by a monster, crippling her leg. Ever since then, she's had to work harder than the others to reach the same levels of success, and she hates when cats feel sorry for her.
Adderfang || Tom || 14 Moons || Lycaonia
Physical Description: Of average height and weight, with just slightly longer fur than is common in LunarClan, Adderfang is a dark brown tabby with lovely gem-like pale green eyes. He's not particularly muscular or lean, but sits somewhere in the middle with a thick ruff of fur around his neck. His right ear has a slight tear at the tip, though it's barely noticeable. In a word, Adderfang is sturdy. Personality: Adderfang is the type of tom who seems perpetually unimpressed and uncaring on the outside. He talks infrequently, preferring to keep to himself. However, he's actually quite shy and nervous on the inside, a real gentle soul who finds it difficult to talk to others. He stammers when put under pressure, leading him to keeping his mouth shut. He can give a good approximation of confidence, but it's really just an act. Backstory/History: Adderfang never knew who his father was. His mother, Minnowsplash, died at the claws and fangs of Eclipse when he was still a kit. He believes that his father might have been from outside LunarClan, given that no tom stepped forward when his mother died. He loves his Clan, but his awkwardness makes it hard for him to make connections. Family: Open for siblings/cousins. Other: Adderfang is a relatively good warrior, proficient at both hunting and fighting, though not nearly the best in the Clan. He has great potential though.
Blazeheart || Female || 32 moons || Blazic
Physical Description: She is a fiery ginger she-cat with faint tabby markings. She has white paws, underbelly, and chest. Blaze is a small stocky she-cat with muscular built. She has pale amber eyes. There is a scar on her shoulder from a fox attack when she was an apprentice. Personality: Blazeheart is a stubborn, fierce, and proud warrior. She doesn't like to boss around; however, she prides herself with the fact that she is always willing to listen to reason and rational orders. She is a pleasant cat to be around once you get over her stubbornness; she has a good sense of humor and doesn't have a problem talking at all. She enjoys the company of others. Backstory/History: Blazeheart was born into Lunarclan, like her parents before her. Family: Cherrysplash is her littermate. They had a brother named Sunpaw, although he died soon after they become apprentices from a freak accident. Other: Because of her encounter with a fox when she was an apprentice, Blazeheart has a fear of them. She gets skittish when she sees flashes of red fur in the corner of her eye when she is in the forest.
Cherrysplash || Female || 32 moons || Blazic
Physical Description: She is slender, dark ginger she-cat with long legs. She is a short furred cat, although her fur is thick and plush. She has muted thick-tabby markings that start at her muzzle and travel down to her tail. She has white on her back leg up to the hock. She has pale green eyes. Personality: She is a social butterfly and loves to be surrounded by others. She has a habit of being easily excited by everything, although it can lead to impulsive decisions. She is fairly easy to woo, which leads to kit-like crushes that fade quickly. However, she can be observant and usually knows more than she will let on. She is an attentive feline and always willing to help one of her clanmates. Backstory/History: Cherrysplash was born into Lunarclan, like her parents before her. Family: Blazeheart is her littermate. They had a brother named Sunpaw, although he died soon after they become apprentices from a freak accident.
Ebonfeather || Male || 22 moons || Blazic
Physical Description: He is a sleek-furred tabby tom. His base color is close to a silvery gray. His tabby stripes are darker in color than his base color. His tabby stripes are thick and swirl in slight spiral-target splotch along his flanks. He has light blue-green eyes, which sometimes appear to be gray. He is a semi-tall tom with a weight of 8 lbs. He has strong legs, which allows him to climb trees with ease and he is a strong swimmer. Personality: Ebonfeather can be an amiable tom, he is moderately friendly towards his clanmates and is somewhat tolerant of rogues and loners. He attempts to be as companionable as he can take, although he does enjoy being alone. He is an intelligent tom and has elastic memory, helping him excel as a fighter and strategist. He is a fiercely loyal to his clan and his ideals. He is quite stubborn and close-minded. Once he believes something is right, it is hard to change his verdict. Backstory/History: Ebonfeather was born in Lunarclan. When he was 3 months old, his mother and sister, Bluekit died from greencough. He was given to another queen to be fostered. He doesn't talk to his father especially since his father had become estranged after his mother's death. Family: His mother and sister are deceased. Other: Due to most of his family dying within moons of each other, he has developed the fear of losing his loved ones. If he is extremely close to someone, he will typically show protectiveness tendencies. It is one of his worst fears.
Blackfeather || Tom || 30 Moons || Blackfeather
Physical Description: A massive, muscular black tom dappled with red and orange throughout his fur. He holds a tall height to him as well. His eyes are a faded, pale yellow. Personality: Blackfeather is quite distant. He's cold and a bit disheartening. He's a pessimistic, work obsessed tom. At times he may overwork himself, so he frequents the medicine den a bit much. He's fiercely loyal and quite protective, yet strict. He's a bit awkward and not very in touch with his emotions like his sister. Backstory/History: His parents passed away after he became a warrior, as both had become elders recently after the birth of his sibling. He then took care of Bonepaw. Family: Bonepaw (Younger Sibling) Other: None
Foxlight || Female || 15 moons || Hawkpath
Physical Description: Rusty red she cat with thick, luxurious fur that she takes great pride in (almost to the point of vanity, but don’t tell her that unless you want your nose clawed!). Her yellow eyes are almost unnervingly large, giving her an owl like appearance that has been known to send a chill down the spines of cats who catch her staring at them unexpectedly. Personality: Opinionated, but still reserved, this she cat can often come off as abrasive in her personality. In reality she’s just a little unsure of how others view her, and this insecurity can make her defensive. But beneath the thorny exterior, she’s a warm and loyal friend. History: Her mother originally named her after her rusty red fur, but in a cruel and ironic twist, she was attacked by a fox as an apprentice, while hunting alone in the woods. Although she healed quickly from her injuries, it left a permanent effect on her mind and ever since then she will occasionally fall into periods of deep silence, staring off into the distance at things no other cat can see. Family: open!
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Physical Description: A small frame with amber eyes. Personality: Mudpaw is a bubbly and happy individual who will always want to talk and have fun. However, when needed, she will get serious and is a surprisingly fast learner. She will also come off as oblivious sometimes, but she means well and tried to help when she can. History: There isn't much to her story yet, but she's known for having lost both of her parents during the same Winter Hunt. Family: Her mother, Frostfoot, and father, Fastclaw, were both killed when she was 5 moons old. Other: She has frequent nightmares. Foxpaw || She-Cat || 12 moons || Bloodrose
Description: Fox is a Somali-like breed of cat in appearance, her fur thick and a lovely shade of red, her tail very long with feathery fur that often drapes on the ground if she holds it too low. She has large, winsome green eyes lined with black fur. Her muzzle, chest, underbelly and the tip of her tail are white, as are her toes. She has very long claws. She is possibly a crossbreed of a Somali and a Norwegian forest cat. Personality: Foxpaw is a graceful she-cat, smooth and fluid in her movements. She always puts 100% effort into what she does, and when excited is a bumbling ball of fur. She has a high sense of justice and morality, and always strives to do what she believes is right. History: Foxpaw was found drowning in a river by Duskstorm when she could barely open her eyes. He saved her and brought her back to the camp. Not four moons later she found herself drowning again, haven fallen into a river. This time it was Wolfbite who rescued her, and swiftly scolded the She-cat for wandering out of camp. Now she is brutally terrified of water, and won’t go near it if it’s running like a river. Other: (Open to any siblings and a mother) Applepaw || She-Cat || 7 Moons || Lycaonia
Physical Description: Applepaw is a fluffy little golden-furred tabby she-cat with a massive heart. She's a little small for her age, being the runt of her litter, but has never let that stop her. Her fur is short, with white covering her muzzle, belly and legs, and massive hazel eyes that show her bright and innocent nature. By the looks of her now, Applepaw will grow up sleek and long-legged, but with a hard hit and a determination to hold on. Personality: Applepaw is bright and sunny, with an eager-to-please attitude that can sometimes get her in trouble, as she usually doesn't think things through before agreeing to help someone. For the most part, she's easy-going and easy to get along with. It's difficult to rile her up, but you'd better watch out if you do, because she turns into a ball of indignant rage that's far fiercer than her size would lead you to believe. History: For now, Applepaw was born and raised in the clan. She's done little else in her life than train to take her place with the warriors in defence of her friends and family. Family: Open Other: She's having a bit of a difficult time picking up on fighting techniques, but usually makes up for it with pure guts and determination. She is, however, already turning in to a fairly decent hunter. Mallowpaw || 10 moons || Tom || Applesaucebab||
Description: Mallowpaw is short for his age, and fluffy for a Lunarclan cat. His fur is an off-white color, with black patches and speckles on his face and back. His paws are large, and he has deep brown eyes. Personality: Mallowpaw is generally very cheerful and friendly, and he loves being the center of attention. He can be a little overbearing, however, and that can sometimes make cats nervous. He's very dramatic. History: Mallowpaw was born and raised in Lunarclan, and will probably remain there the rest of his life.
Linnetpaw || Male || 10 moons || Blazic
Physical Description: He is a light honey-brown tabby tom. He has a white tail-tip. He has soft light blue eyes. He is a lean tom with long, lanky legs. Linnetpaw has a round face and is quite graceful giving him the feminine edge. Personality: Linnetpaw is a warm-hearted and friendly tom. He is easy to approach and has a natural calming presence. He tends to treat others with respect unless he finds them to be intolerable, in which case he will go out of his way to avoid them. He is always willing to learn new things. He is quite a people-pleaser, he enjoys helping his clanmates out. History: Linnetpaw was born into Lunarclan. Family: His sister sister is Mudpaw. Other: Linnetpaw is curious about herbs, although he is wary about pestering the medicine cat about herbs in fear of stepping on the medicine cat apprentice's turf. He enjoys being a warrior apprentice; however, he wants to learn anything and everything that can be useful to his clan.
Hazelpaw || 8 moons || She-Cat || Applesaucebab ||
Personality: Hazelpaw acts completely on instinct. She jumps into things without thinking, makes mistakes, and then immediately feels horrible. She tries her best, though, and is aggressively apologetic when she messes up. History: She was born and raised in Lunarclan. She had a sibling named Mosskit who died when they were young, which she feels guilty for.
Bonepaw || Female || 12 Moons || Blackfeather
Physical Description: A lithe female with a bit of height to her. She has black fur mingled with white in an unusual way. Her eyes are a pale green. Personality: Bonepaw is an optimistic female with a high amount of curiosity. She can get into trouble at times and wander off. She'll fight tooth and claw for her beliefs, yet, her downfall is she is quite gullible. She can be a bit of a loudmouth as well. Backstory/History: Bonepaw's parents became deceased when she was at a young age, as they were both quite old. She was then raised mostly by her elder brother. Family: Blackfeather (Elder sibling) Other: None
Skypaw || Tom || 8 moons || Hawkpath
Physical Description: Siamese cat with a light grey body and black points on his face, ears, tail, and legs. He earns his name from his brilliantly blue eyes. Unusually small for his age, a sore spot for him, and certainly a fact many choose to avoid mentioning around the fierce young apprentice. Personality: After being teased mercilessly in his kit hood for his size, Skypaw is now determined to earn the respect of his clanmates by being the “best warrior ever”. His ambition blinds him to the fact that this is the goal of almost every apprentice, as well as the fact that the majority of other cats don’t seem care about his size, just so long as he brings back fresh kill and stays out of trouble (something he’s not very good at). Family: open! ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● The Queens●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● The EldersStormsong || Tom || 77 moons || Smokey Feather
Physical Description: This old tom is a little slow and careful in his steps. He also has limited sight, and it's so bad that he can't go out of camp on his own. Personality: Stormsong is like everyone's grumpy grandpa who has surprisingly good advice. He's always scowling and complaining, but when you really need it he provides good council. When he was younger, he was more rebellious and ambitious, and he sometimes still shows that when he'll make jokes or try to sneak out of camp even though he's not supposed to. History: Grew up a shy and nervous kit, but his father taught him to speak his mind when the time called for it. He became a brave warrior, and continues to survive, though he knows his luck will run out soon. The best time in his life was when his beloved Russetflower was alive. They did everything together. From hunting, training, to raising their two kits, who have become a strong warrior and powerful leader. He may complain most of the time, but he's truly happy with his life deep down. Family: His mate was Russetflower, his son is Redstorm, and his daughter is Flintstar Other: (optional) Owltalon || Tom || 98 moons || Smokey Feather
Physical Description:Personality:Backstory/History:Family: (optinal) Other: Wolfbite || Tom || 34 moons || Bloodrose
Description: Wolfbite is a large, muscular cat with a strong arch in his back and powerful forearms. He has a hard bite and large fangs- lending to his name- and a large, bushy tail. His once pure-black coat is now lightly streaked with shiny silver. His left-back-leg has a deep scar around the ankle, which is bent at an awkward angle, and he has a limp. His jaw is very slightly crooked with a scar over his nose- he has more scars over his shoulders, back and neck. He has very sharp amber eyes; piercing when they slice into you. Personality: Wolfbite is a serious Tom, and comes across as quite wise. He mentored Duskstorm and the younger Tom took on his grumpy personality. Although grumpy, he speaks well and still enjoys teaching wherever he can- even if he can't quite give examples as well anymore. History: Wolfbite was once a very powerful and respectable warrior, before he was attacked by a wild dog that bit his leg and severely injured it- this dog attack is also the reason for quite a few of the bad scars on his body. He managed to escape, before he determinedly dragged himself all the way back to the clan. This ended his warrior career. Now he mainly lies around the camp, helping out wherever he can. He’s too young to really fit in with the elders, and his retirement makes it difficult for him to connect with the younger cats and warriors. Often found with Duskstorm, sharing tongues. He rescued Foxpaw from drowning when she was four moons and gave her a heavy earful for worrying him. Family: Has no direct family, but considers Duskstorm his son. Other: He knows he should be in his prime and it frustrates him that he can’t properly hunt for himself or successfully partake in warrior duties.
Silverbirch || Tom || 83 moons || Blazic
Physical Description: This older tom has medium length fur that requires a certain amount of grooming every day, although Silverbirch typically ignores that grooming allowing his fur to fluff out and tangle. Silverbirch is a silver-grey pointed tom, silvery-grey fur covers his entire face; muzzle, chin, cheeks, and his ears. The majority of the tom’s body is soft, creamy-white. The tom’s legs have traces of silvery grey, they start to fade to that color once they reach mid-leg. His tail is also, a shade of silvery-grey. The silvery grey color patches are usually hinted with faint tabby markings. Silverbirch has light blue eyes. He has a slender figure, although as he has gotten older. The tom takes on more a sickly look, he used to be able to hold an average weight, though as of lately, the elder is underweight. His body does not conserve fat or allow him to gain weight like he used to be able to when he was young. Personality: Silverbirch is an older tom and he has been a clan cat since he has been born. He is incredibly loyal towards Lunarclan. He does not stand for any bad slander about his clan, even if he doesn't always agree with how the leaders are dealing with the clan. He is smart for how old he is, he has seen and experienced a number of things. Nothing gets past him, he seems to know everything. Yet usually his informants are little kits. This tom does enjoy kits, finds their look on life, refreshing and innocent. He isn't a fan of apprentices. Silverbirch has always been a strict tom. When he gives an order, he expects it to be followed unless you want to brave his sharp tongue. This is the typical reason why he isn't a fan of most apprentices, he does not like to see laziness and disobedience from the younger generations. Silverbirch is still a go-getter even for his age and wants to be more active, it's not rare to take note of this elder's disappearance in camp. He tends to sneak out when he is sick of tired of being coddled and treated like six moon old kit that can't fend for themselves. He is strong-willed and hard-headed when it comes to this notion. He doesn't like to feel helpless at all, he has experienced plenty of that in his life as a medicine cat. Silverbirch is quite resourceful and not orthodox as a former medicine cat. He knows how to hunt and fight, he did not take no for an answer when he was a strong tom. Silverbirch always had preferred to be prepared to expect the unexpected. History: Silverbirch was born in Lunarclan and he was the former medicine cat before he was encouraged to take an apprentice and retire. It is something that he still isn't too pleased about but he was willing to see reason after a couple months, especially since his bones ached after collecting herbs. Family: He is open to family? Although, I suppose his family would be old or something.
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Eddie || Male || 15 moons || Kittypet || Smokey Feather
Physical Description: He's huge compared to most cats, and his fur makes him seem even bigger. Personality: Eddie is a very curious tom who is almost always eager to investigate. He likes meeting new cats and learning new things. However, he's not reckless and actually quite smart. However, he's the definition of lazy if he hasn't had a nap. He won't do squat for or with you if he wants to nap. For friends though, he's more willing to spare the time. He takes friendship very seriously and will try to do what he can to help. He makes sure his opinion is known though, usually never hesitating to speak his mind and opinion. History: Eddie grew up a ways down from a tom named Camembert. The two became friends cause their mothers knew each other. Always spending time together, climbing trees and poking around for leftover twoleg food. However, Eddie noticed that his friend was being seen less and less. Going to investigate, he saw his friend with a clan cat. Of course he demanded to know what was going on, and he was informed. He didn't really like what he heard though, and developed the opinion that clan cats are dangerous, feral and should be avoided. What cat in their right mind wanted to sleep on leaves and fight every other day?? And on top of that, there was a monster running around their territory! Eddie would rather take nice, long naps, thank you very much! Family: Camembert is like his brother Other: He prolly has the cat equivalent of narcolepsy
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 13:31:13 GMT -5
●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Apprentices/MentorsPeachpelt & Koipaw Redstorm & Applepaw Ravencall & Foxpaw Duskstorm & Mudpaw Iceheart & Bonepaw Peppermask & Mallowpaw Thunderheart & Linnetpaw Ebonfeather & Hazelpaw Blackfeather & Skypaw ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● RelationshipsKey>> = first likes second <> = both like each other <3 = mates </3 = No longer together Name with strike through it means deceased ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Crushes/Mates●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● FamiliesKeyName + Name = Children (first to last is oldest to youngest)
Uma + ??? = Grayflower
Russetflower + Stormsong = Flintstar, Redstorm
Reedwind + Moorpelt = Stormsong Owltalon + Oakstar = Frostfoot
Frostfoot + Fastclaw = Mudpaw & Linnetpaw ??? + ??? = Blazeheart, Cherrysplash, Sunpaw ??? + ??? = Ebonfeather, Bluekit ??? + ??? = Blackfeather, Bonepaw
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Petal/Luna Russetflower Reedwind Moorpelt Oakstar Frostfoot Fastclaw Shadepaw Sunpaw Bluekit Minnowsplash
Dark ForestBenshi/Solaris
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 16:34:08 GMT -5
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 17:02:32 GMT -5
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 17:12:00 GMT -5
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 17:12:11 GMT -5
Members
- Smokeyfeather (Owner): Flintstar, Redstorm, Stormsong, Thunderheart, Owltalon, Mudpaw, Eddie
- Bloodrose (Member): Duskstorm, Wolfbite, Foxpaw, Koipaw (frost)
- Lycaonia (Member): Iceheart, Applepaw, Ravencall, Adderfang
- Fishybear (Member): Peachpelt, Streamwhisper
- Applesaucebab (Member): Junipertail, Peppermask, Mallowpaw, Hazelpaw
- Blazic (Member): Blazeheart, Cherrysplash, Ebonfeather, Linnetpaw
- Blackfeather (Member): Blackfeather, Bonepaw
- Hawkpath (Member): Foxlight, Skypaw
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Credits
- Credit to me for the roleplay idea
- Credits to Redfleck for the banner. Check out their graphics shop called Illusion
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 14, 2018 17:12:31 GMT -5
(This is now open :D)
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Post by mimikyutie on Oct 15, 2018 5:54:30 GMT -5
(I can’t join now because I’m getting ready for work, but I just wanted to say I feel really invested in the story of the cat in the intro)
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Post by Bloodrose on Oct 15, 2018 7:19:09 GMT -5
Duskstorm emerged slowly from the warrior den just as first light began to break. Stretching out his slim frame, he heaved a sigh and moved to grab himself a quick breakfast from the fresh kill pile. There wasn’t a lot, he- he’d have to go hunting today. It was a good chance to build some of Mudpaw’s skills, at least. Hurriedly finishing his mouse, he gave his fur a quick wash, before padding over to the apprentice den. Slipping inside as best he could, he carefully stepped over each sleeping bundle until he found his. ‘Mudpaw.’ He softly whispered, nudging her with a paw. ‘Come on.’
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 15, 2018 7:32:29 GMT -5
Mudpaw jumped like Duskstorm had hit her, her eyes side and body becoming stiff. She had been having another nightmare. Upon realizing she wasn't in danger, she quickly collected herself and sat up, mumbling what she was sorry. She followed her mentor out of the den before quickly smoothing her fur. Her gaze strayed over to see Stormsong trying to sneak out again, only to be stopped by his son, Redstorm, who gently walked him back to the elders den. Shaking her head, she asked quietly "What are we doing today?" She hoped hunting, because it was what she was good at, but she knew she needed to work on fighting, never wanting to feel as weak as she did that one Leaf Bare Hunt. Just thinking about it spoiled her mood already, but she'd bounce back as soon as they got started.
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Post by Bloodrose on Oct 15, 2018 7:40:06 GMT -5
He’d gently hushed her as she’d jumped, and brushed off the apology, saying she had nothing to be sorry for. He glanced down at her as she spoke, whiskers twitching. ‘We’re hunting. The kill pile is low. I know you’re capable of raising it by yourself, so you can help me today. Come on, then.’ He began to head in the direction of mouse valley, gaze sharp as they left the camp, his paws treading lightly. ‘Would you like to share what your nightmare was about? It may help you feel better.’ He quietly said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 15, 2018 7:52:58 GMT -5
Mudpaw brightened at the mention of hunting. Following eagerly after Duskstorm, she paused at the mention of her nightmare. Her smile faltered slightly, but she nodded. "Well... It's usually the same. Leaf Bare Hunt. Frostfoot told me to hide while she led the monster away. She never came back to get me though. So, I go looking for her, and... a-and..." She saw that monster, with her mother's tail dangling from its jaws. The thing was though, that the nightmare wasn't ever different, because it was basically a memory, replying regularly. Looking down, she murmured "I just wish I had more time with her." Early goodbyes weren't an uncommon thing in LunarClan though.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 15, 2018 8:34:00 GMT -5
(I can’t join now because I’m getting ready for work, but I just wanted to say I feel really invested in the story of the cat in the intro) (I was originally going to write a fanfiction instead of do a roleplay, but I figured an rp would be more fun x3)
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 15, 2018 9:13:23 GMT -5
((You could probanly write a ficbased off of events in the rp still if you really wanted too
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 15, 2018 10:49:21 GMT -5
(Maybe. Btw, I added your cats)
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 15, 2018 10:57:59 GMT -5
((Ye i saw! I just cant make starters for right now.
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Post by Bloodrose on Oct 15, 2018 11:08:41 GMT -5
‘I understand how you feel.’ He softly replied, gazing down at her. She’d been put in a situation similar to duskstorm’s own when he was young... except it had been his father who had died. He just had no idea where his mother was anymore. He leaned down, nosing her shoulder, before picking up the pace. ‘I’ll race you there. You’ll have to catch double the prey if you can’t keep up!’ He said, moving into a lazy lope, hoping the change of subject would lift her mood a bit more.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 15, 2018 11:17:22 GMT -5
Mudpaw managed a slight smile at his first sentence. And then, she was glad he was trying to change the subject. Her mood brightened again, and she moved to keep up with Duskstorm. She practically hopped past him, but only because he wasn't actually trying. Assuming they were going to Mouse Valley, judging by the way they were going, she led the way for about ten seconds. And then she tripped with an "oof!" and very nearly faceplanted into the dirt. Collecting herself, she decided "You tripped me!" Even though she knew she had been too far ahead for him to even do anything besides watch her trip over her own paws. She even ruined a possible hunt, the mouse scurrying away in attempt to put distance between itself and the two cats.
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Post by Bloodrose on Oct 15, 2018 11:19:41 GMT -5
He released a highly amused noise at her accusation. ‘Are you quite sure the ground did not trip you? Or the mouse?’ He asked, slowing down to watch it go, his eyes twinkling as he teased her. ‘Alright... lets get started. We have lots of hungry bellies to feed.’ Lowering his tail and sliding into a low crouch, he began to sniff around the area for the nearest mouse.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 15, 2018 11:36:27 GMT -5
No. Pretty sure it was Duskstorm. For the sake of her pride. Mudpaw smiled to herself before doing as told. Back to business. Getting into a crouch, she also began looking and smelling for mice. It took her some time, but she eventually found something. She could see the small creature nosing around some oak roots. Eyes narrowed in concentration, she crept forward until she sprang. The mouse only got in a few bounds before being caught, though Mudpaw nearly went right over the mouse, and it was evident. At least she caught it though. Proudly did she look down at the mouse before finding a place to bury it for later.
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Post by Bloodrose on Oct 15, 2018 11:48:12 GMT -5
Duskstorm purred softly as she caught it, before moving on. ‘Meet back here at sunhigh.’ He said to her, disappearing into the bushes. A few hours later, he sat patiently in their original spot, a pile of mice at his paws that he’d collected on his way back. He’d caught a few squirrels, too, but he’d have to come back out to grab those.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 15, 2018 13:01:16 GMT -5
Mudpaw only managed a much smaller pile of mice. Okay, only two, but she had caught her first squirrel though! She carried the bigger prey back even more proudly than the mouse from before. Making her way to Duskstorm, she set it down and said "Look! My first squirrel!" Even though she had made many attempts before, they'd always managed to escape. Not this time though. Though she still felt a little bad for only catching three mice. Still... squirrel! She looked a hundred percent better than when they'd started, completely forgetting about the bad start to the day.
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Post by Bloodrose on Oct 15, 2018 13:25:47 GMT -5
His ears twitched with pride, and he nodded. ‘Very well done.’ He leaned down, nudging her shoulder. ‘Alright. Let’s get this back to camp.’ He said, moving to try and get his little pile in his mouth, before starting to carry it back home.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 15, 2018 13:32:59 GMT -5
Mudpaw retrieved her mice before getting the squirrel. When they got back to camp, putting their kills on the pile, she asked "Did you catch anything else I can help bring back?" It was likely he did, considering the difference in experience. "And, do you think we can go fishing sometime?" She didn't really like to fish, because it was close to the abandoned twoleg den, but eventually she'd need to learn. Maybe even get some swim practice in.
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Post by Bloodrose on Oct 15, 2018 13:38:29 GMT -5
‘A few squirrels, but you’ve got your own to bring back.’ He said, words muffled around the prey in his mouth. He led the way, tail high and proud of what she’d done. ‘And yesh.’ He said, agreeing to the fishing. He really couldn’t speak properly with all these mice.
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