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Post by Morior on Oct 25, 2020 3:15:06 GMT -5
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SteppeClan The Clan of the Moon, The Lake, and the Silver Grasslands
Bordering Clans (please consider joining these Clans too!)
The Wanderers MistClan
Territory
Current Season: Leaf-fall The steppes are getting dryer and colder in preparation for winter. Much of the ponds and streams around the territory are drying up but fresh water can still be easily drank from the lake. Therefore the lake is getting very busy, with flocks of birds migrating South residing there and much of the prey running closer to the lake shores.
SteppeClan makes their territory in the vast open plains next to a small lake. Surrounding their territory on all sides are grassy hills leading away from the lake, and a mountain range on the distant horizon across the lake. The climate is semi-arid during the summer, with long dry "silver" grass and purple flowers often dotting the fields. There are also plenty of strange, flat rock formations scattered around the fields that offer good hiding places for cats or prey alike. The winters bring chilly winds but not too much snow. Snow and rain in general isn't as common, there are more dry days than not. There are plenty of different grasses, herbs, flowers, heather, bushes, ferns, etc growing within the fields to stock a medicine cat's herb store. There are also bushes scattered around the territory but not very many trees, the few clusters of short trees there sit around the lake.
Prey and Other Animals
Snakes can be found under the rocks, and sometimes herds of saiga, who often run through the fields or go down to the lake to drink, can cause trouble for the cats. Eagles and other birds of prey can be a problem as well but they aren't as common. For prey there is mostly mice, voles, and rabbits in the fields, and fish in the lake. Herons and cranes frequent the lake on their migration routes as well as a host of other birds, but they tend to leave the cats alone.
The SteppeClan Camp
SteppeClan's camp is set in between a circle of the rock-formations that sits only a stone's throw from the lakeshore, with a low dip in the middle of the rocks with spots dug out enough underneath the rocks to make dens. Lots of heather and bushes grow around the rocks in the camp itself and these have been woven into den walls to keep out the cold winds over the territory.
The MoonStele
On top of one the highest hills at the edge of their territory, a hill that jutts out above the shore of the lake, there is a strangely-carved rock that stands tall before a singular tree, possibly carved and placed there by Twolegs. This is their MoonStele, where SilverClan medicine cats and leaders go to share with their warrior ancestors.
History
The Founding of SteppeClan SteppeClan used to be two different groups of cats, LakeClan, who kept mostly to the shores of the lake and fished, and an unnamed group of cats, almost like a group of rogues, who wandered the hills and plains around the lake. Eventually the rogue group overcame the territory up to the lake, but the rogues also shared a similar hierarchy and belief in ancestors that the LakeClan cats did. As the rogues came to rule over the LakeClan cats, they adopted Clan life. They started to call their group as a whole "SteppeClan", which included the surviving members of LakeClan that were assimilated into it. For a time the former rogues of SteppeClan and the former members of LakeClan did not get along. There used to be a "mediator" position, usually a kit born from both former rogue and former LakeClan cats, in order to settle disputes. Generations have passed, memory of LakeClan is now fading, and the SteppeClan descendants of rogues have almost forgotten their rogue past. The mediator position has fallen into disuse. Roles like "guides" and "runners" are leftover pieces from the rogue group's ranks.
The Wanderers Many of the original rogues of SteppeClan were dissatisfied with their group adopting so much of Clan cat culture, so they split apart from the rest to make a home in the mountains around the lake. They still retain their original hierarchy and beliefs and refused to adopt Clan traditions.
SteppeClan Ranks & Roles
Leader Deputy Medicine Cat Medicine Cat Apprentice
Guide - Senior warriors or elders who in their older age have turned from being a warrior to being a cat who holds onto the memory and knowledge of the Clan. Guides hunt if they can but they do not go out to fight, though many are former warriors who know how to fight. Some young cats may become Guides right out of apprenticeship if they show the talent and mind for it, as well they are still taught to fight as apprentices just in case they need it for self-defense or if the guides are needed to help defend the camp. Guides often counsel the leader, deputy, and medicine cats in making decisions. Guides also learn about herbs and injuries to the extent that a medicine cat might know, just in case SteppeClan is left without a medicine cat or medicine cat apprentice, the knowledge is preserved so that they can still train a new medicine cat. Guides can still mentor apprentices if they are young enough or capable enough to.
Runner - Two cats who are often the smallest and fastest, they are trained to hunt and fight if they need to, but mostly they wait around camp until they need to send a message quickly, to find someone outside of camp or bring news to a bordering Clan. They are also in charge of keeping track and sharing any news to Clanmates that the leader or deputy doesn't announce themselves. Runners cannot have apprentices and thus cannot become deputy or leader.
Warrior - Cats who hunt and fight for the Clan.
Apprentices - Young cats who are taught to fight, hunt, and taught the knowledge and history of their Clan. Whether they decide to become (or are encouraged to become based on their talents) a Warrior, Runner, or Guide is something they decide at their Warriors ceremony.
Queens - She-cats expecting or nursing kits.
Kits
Rules & Things to Note
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Joining
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(Clan territory inspired by Bayanaul National Park in Kazakhstan if you wanna look up pictures)
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Post by Morior on Oct 25, 2020 3:15:22 GMT -5
Cats of SteppeClan
Leader
Maplestar (Maplecreek) | tom | 30 moons | leader | Morior A massive, long-legged black tom with a thick pelt. He has a white underbelly with patches of light brown in-between the white and black in places, especially around his white muzzle. His eyes are a pale colour, more grey than either green or blue.
Maplestar is an unusually young leader, still unsure and relies on his deputy, medicine cat, and guides when making most decisions. He is quiet, observant, and thoughtful. He always preferred hunting to fighting, and became one of the best hunters in the Clan, though his large size also lends him an advantage in battle. He was raised by Frostwhisper, though it is rumoured that she is not his real mother, and who his real parents were is unknown. 8/9 lives remaining 1. killed by Sky Wise, leader of the Wanderers.
Deputy
Cherrywish | she-cat | 31 moons | deputy | Robinbreeze Cherrywish is a dark ginger tabby she-cat with ocean blues eyes.
Cherrywish is a strict cat who takes her job very seriously. But when she is having fun, she can be enjoyable to be around. Cherrywish was born in Steppeclan. Nothing really special except the fact that she is extremely loyal.
Medicine Cat
Rosepath | she-cat | 20 moons | medicine cat | Fallenleaves A cream she-cat with a dark brown stripe from her nose to tail tip and green eyes.
Rosepath is a soft-spoken, reserved she-cat with a kind temperament. Some find her lack of speech to be rude but most just find her a to be a comforting, passive presence. She is known by those closest to her to be an exceptionally wise she-cat, her quiet behavior stems from her desire to listen and gather information and making a decision only when she is sure. Her path to becoming medicine cat is a strange one, as she finished her warrior training without ever once thinking of becoming a medicine cat. However shortly after being given her warrior name the previous medicine cat received a vision from starclan. A vision that foretold of that medicine cats fast approaching death and that Rosepath should become their apprentice before their passing. That medicine cat, Mossyglen, only informed Rosepath and Maplestar of this vision, not wanting to cause a panic. Rosepath became Medicine cat without a second thought, confident of Starclan’s choice and has looked back since. After Mossyglen’s passing only a few moons ago many questioned if Rosepath would be able to handle the position but she has done well so far. Littermates with Dartfoot.
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Emberpaw | she-cat | 6 moons | medicine cat apprentice | Icyturtles Emberpaw is a black Calico with patches of white and light orange scattered across her pelt. Medium length fur her most noticable markings are a patch of white on her chest and white paws. Smaller in stature she would've made a great runner if not for her shorter legs. She has big amber colored eyes and a pink nose.
Emberpaw is well... excitable. Always willing to learn new things she tends to jump subject to subject but retains information well. As she matures she'll learn patience in time but for now she's new to the world and all of its wonders. She tends to act, daft, in worries of failing and confidence will be her biggest learning grace. Born into Steppeclan, her older brother is Oakwhisker and she was just recently made into an apprentice.
Guides
Swiftkill | she-cat | 42 moons | guide | Fallenleaves A small piebald she-cat with amber eyes.
This she-cat many be known for her skill at hunting but charm is lost on her. She can be cutting with her sharp tongue and even sharper eyes. She has little patience for others and those who disappoint her find it hard to ever come back into her good graces. However Swiftkill is dependable and hard working, many harsh seasons have been weathered with the prey Swiftkill can find even in the hardest of times. Her dedication to her clanmates is undeniable, even to those clanmates she doesn’t care for. Empty bellies are simply unacceptable to Swiftkill. Swiftkill was born during a harsh drought, her siblings all perished as well as her mother. Her father Ravenscreech focused on ensuring she was trained well and soon she was made an apprentice. Her hunting soon became a step towards recovery for the clan. After watching so much suffering Swiftkill became a relentless hunter and clanmate. Many moons ago Swiftkill gave birth to three still-born kits, she refused to tell the clan who the father was and since no tom ever came forward it was a matter of speculation for many. Some say Swiftkill mated with a loner and couldn’t make him settle. This is however just gossip.
Warriors
Eaglestrike | tom | 64 moons | warrior | Fallenleaves A tall, muscular tom with a sleek cinnamon coat, broken only by a large missing chunk of fur on his shoulder. He has warm brown eyes.
Eaglestrike is a levelheaded, honorable, and considerate tom who many go to for emotional support. If mediators were still around Eaglestrike would have made a wonderful one. It is strange however that this type of tom could have been something close to heartless at one point in his life. After the death of his life-long sweetheart and mate Poppystalk at such a young age, Eaglestrike became a different cat. Though he never took his mates death out on Sunstone, to some it still seemed that way, as the clan was hard pressed to call Eaglestrike Sunstone's father. Eaglestrike has never treated sunstone differently than any of his clanmates, this is where Sunstones complex comes from. Eaglestrike was once known as Cedarpaw but after saving kits from an eagle he was renamed to Eaglestrike. It took Eaglestrike a long time to recover as his shoulder was seriously damaged from the eagles talons. It still bothers when storms are brewing.
Frostwhisper | she-cat | 55 moons | warrior/guide | Morior A small sleek white she-cat with amber eyes. There are traces of silver fur, slightly darker than the white, around her muzzle as signs of her age. She has many scars along her body and face from past battles, and one shredded ear.
Frostwhisper is a good hunter, but as her scars will attest, she is an even better fighter. She's bold, assertive, stubborn, and steady as a rock. She has a fondness for kits and apprentices, any young cat she takes special care to protect. She's motherly, even though it is suspected she has never had kits of her own, despite raising Maplestar. She has been trained as a guide over the last few seasons but has not completely committed herself to leaving her role as a warrior.
Oakwhisker | tom | 36 moons | warrior | Icyturtles A tall dark brown tabby tom with a thick pelt, broad shoulders and large paws. He has a white underbelly and stockings along with a strip of white down his nose. He has ear tufts and a bushy tail.
Oakwhisker is well, big. A long dark tabby brown tom. He has broad shoulders and large paws. One would say his dad was a Maine coon and his mother an american short hair. With tuxedo white markings, he has white stockings as well along with a strip down his nose. Light brown under shadings mark his tabby strips, and he has tufts of fur on his ears with a bushy tail. At a first glance he has a serious look to his face but during times of happiness or excitement round kitten eye mark his features. As an apprentice Oakwhisker acted overly serious with bouts of excitement when suited. Now in his maturity he shows his thoughtful nature yet playful side. During times of stress or hard times he has a work hard no play attitude (much to the distress of any apprentice of his), but can be known to "chill out" once the stress is obviously presented. He tends to keep a calm atmosphere but in reality he is worried for the safety of the clan and what the future may hold. Oakwhisker was born into Steppeclan. He used to wander as an apprentice with his thoughts and didn't make many friends. His younger sister is Emberpaw.
Iceflame | she-cat | 35 moons | warrior | LightBringer A maine coon with a white mane around her neck, and silver and white twisting stripes that look like flames, hence her name. her eyes are bright firey orange and her fur is thick and fluffy, perfect for leafbare and the rain as it helps to keep her insulated.
Fiery and fierce, an avid hunter as well. she has a few friends but is wary of newcomers. open to a mate but hasn't found anyone she likes just yet. her anger can sometimes get the best of her and shes been known to lash out at others when shes in a mood. Has both rouge and clan blood in her, she battled with the thought of going rogue for awhile before she finally settled down when she became a warrior. shes fiercely loyal now.
Sunstone | tom | 28 moons | warrior | Fallenleaves A tom of muscular build with short dark ginger fur. He has bright yellow eyes.
Sunstone is a warrior who strives to be exemplary, unfortunately he does so out of a need to be noticed and watched. He of course is very charming and friendly but sometimes can become very moody when he feels his worth is not recognized. Sunstone quickly became a fearsome fighter as an apprentice, to this day he is undefeated by his peers. When Maplestar was named deputy Sunstone was furious. No one had expected such a young warrior to be picked, he however could not understand out of the young warriors of Steppeclan why he had not been chosen. Eaglestrike is his father. Poppystalk was his mother but passed during his kitting. Sunstone has no littermates. He was raised by a molly by the name of Shalepelt.
Dewspring | she-cat | 22 moons | warrior | duck Dewspring is a slim she-cat, with bright green eyes that stand out against her coat. Her pelt is solid grey, and while she has no markings whatsoever, the color is a bit odd. While it looks a normal grey color in neutral lighting, direct or near-direct sunlight shows that the color has a hint of blue in it. She is nimble, with a long tail, long legs, and paws that look just a bit small for her body.
Dewspring is rather analytical. She is quiet and observant. Her wit is rather dry and well-timed, but she can often rub cats the wrong way. She isn't unlikable, but she can sometimes put other cats off. She tends to study the other cats around her, and is very good with putting emotions aside to make rational decisions. However, this can sometimes make her come off as cold, or at times, emotionless altogether. She is not very expressive, but unlike her littermate Flintripple, she is a surprisingly good at communication, as she is willing to be straightforward and blunt about how something made her feel. She is clan-born, and her parents have passed on. Flintripple is her littermate, and Whiskerpaw is her younger brother.
Flintripple | tom | 22 moons | warrior | duck Flintripple is a grey tabby tom with darker grey tabby markings. He has a large white patch of fur that starts on his chest and goes down both front legs, as well as white paws. His eyes are a dark amber that comes from his father. Flintripple is built strong and muscular. While this is great for fighting, as it lends him a lot of strength, it makes him a poor swimmer.
Flintripple is quiet and good-humored. He falls somewhere between being a realist and an optimist, and is particularly good with emotions. He is a great cat to trust in and share feelings with. However, he often keeps his own well-hidden, and as a result, rarely communicates how he feels. This can be a problem for him in long relationships, be they familial, platonic, or romantic. While he has good disposition, he may withdraw if he gets his feelings hurt, but will be reluctant to share of explain. He is clan-born, and his parents have passed Dewspring is his littermate, and Whiskerpaw is his younger brother.
Runners
OceanStrike | she-cat | 35 moons | runner | LightBringer Gray and white swirled patterned she-cat with bright blue eyes, and a very lithe, agile body. long legs and a long tail help her keep her balance as she runs messages to and from their destinations. her fur is sleek and fine, repelling water well.
Very curious and loves playing with friends. often gets into trouble, and loves to bother her sister IceFlame when they are not both busy. she enjoys using her speed to hunt, when she is able, and often challenges herself to run down rabbits that cross her path as she finds it good training for her speed. She was born and raised in the clan alongside her sister. their parents were lost shortly before they became 8 moons old and the sisters became even closer because of it as they learned to rely on each other more. IceFlame is her sister.
Dartfoot | tom | 20 moons | runner | Fallenleaves A white tom with brindle hind legs and green eyes.
A relaxed and friendly tom, Dartfoot is never short of company. He can often be found where others have gathered, just enjoying his clanmates. He loves running however more than anything and can often be seen coaxing others to play a game of tag. Older warriors may find his childishness annoying but none can truly hate the charming tom. Dartfoot always wanted to be a runner, he was a hectic apprentice and was often forgoing training to run across the territory. It was a relief to everyone when he finally became a runner and was no longer given tasks he could forget to do. He’s littermate’s with Rosepath.
Apprentices
Lichenpaw (Lichenstone) | tom | 11 moons | apprentice | Morior Lichenpaw is a short, brownish-grey tom with very faint tabby markings mostly around his face, and has lighter grey muzzle and paws. His eyes are a bright yellow-green.
Lichenpaw generally tries to be a responsible apprentice, though he does play a few tricks every now and again. He doesn't mind menial tasks. He gets frustrated and embarrassed easily, especially by his littermate Ivypaw. Lichenpaw and Ivypaw are littermates, their father was Frostwhisper's littermate. Lichenpaw has a crush on Jaggedpaw.
Ivypaw (Ivynose) | tom | 11 moons | apprentice | Morior Ivypaw is a short, off-white tom with light grey paws, light grey ears, and some faint facial marking. He has misty light blue eyes. Ivypaw is blind and in training mostly to become a guide, although he can still catch prey sometimes using his hearing and sense of smell.
His littermate Lichenpaw gets the brunt of his teasing and pranks. On first meeting Ivypaw one might take pity on him for his blindness, but soon afterwards they learn to take more pity on the victims of his antics. He can be chaotic and unpredictable sometimes, but he's not overly talkative, more quiet and calculating. Ivypaw and Lichenpaw are littermates, their father was Frostwhisper's littermate.
Jaggedpaw (Jaggedcrest) | tom | 10 moons | apprentice | Fallenleaves A dark brown tabby tom with a spiky line of fur down the back of his neck. He has pale grey eyes.
A boisterous cheerful tom that hides away a lot of insecurity and doubt. Jaggedpaw often wonders if he’ll ever be good enough to become a warrior. Jaggedpaw has a weak front left paw from a fall as a kit, it gives him trouble and is a big insecurity of his. He is very grateful to have such a fluffy coat of fur which hides it from view.
Whiskerpaw | tom | 9 moons | apprentice | duck Whiskerpaw's coat is a dull gray color, with deeper grey tabby markings. His eyes, however, are a bright green that stand out against his rather plain coloring. A tumble off of one sharp rock onto another has left him with a slim but long scar that runs from the bottom of his ear to the side of his jaw. Because of it's placement, you cannot see it from head-on, but if he tilts his head a little to right, it becomes obvious.
Whiskerpaw is highly energetic and is always desperate to be moving. While this means he is very driven and determined, he is also often running headfirst into situations with little thought. This is why, despite having a strangely strong sense of smell, he often scares prey off if he isn't careful enough. Despite being a little reckless and wily, he is also a people pleaser; it isn't hard to coax Whiskerpaw into making him do whatever you want from him. This can get him into bad situations with other cats, or at times, even trouble. He has a good relationship with his older siblings, and as a result of him trusting them for guidance, he is closer to them than most cats often are with siblings outside their litter. He was born into the clans. Both his parents have joined Star-clan, so he relies more on guidance from his older siblings. His older siblings are Dewspring and Flintripple.
Queens
Petalwhisper | she-cat | queen | Brindlebriar She is a dark tortie with pale greenish blue eyes. Her face is half black and half white mottled with orange.
She is a stern cat. She is very trustworthy, but not one to stand for craziness. She thinks things out to stay in order just as htey always have been. Change is unnecessary. She is a fierce fighter, but her colors make it hard for surprise attacks and makes hunting harder for her.
Kits
Other Cats
StarClan Cats
Lightstar | tom | Morior A tall light-gray tom, previous leader of SteppeClan.
Poppystalk | she-cat | Fallenleaves Poppystalk died during kitting. Her mate was Eaglestrike and her son is Sunstone.
Ravenscreech | tom | Fallenleaves Swiftkill's father, grandfather to Creekkit, Crevicekit, and Cragkit.
Creekkit, Crevicekit, and Cragkit | toms | Fallenleaves The three kits Swiftkill lost when they were born stillborn. Creekkit - A fluffy brown, black, and white tom. Crevicekit - A little black tom with a small white mark on his chest. Cragkit - A grey and black tom with a white blazing star on his forehead.
Dark-Forest Cats
Rogues, Loners, and Kittypets
Zina | she-cat | 18 moons | loner | Robinbreeze Zina is a black molly with emerald green eyes. A few tufts of white fur dot her flank and a couple scars do as well.
Zina is a mostly calm and gentle cat, but if it comes to more than just talking, she can be quite clever. When cats draw near to her, she won’t hesitate to say hello, but she would prefer to travel around her home without encountering anyone. Zina was abandoned as a kit and grew up on her own. She was lucky to have survived and thanks her ancestors for her life. She hopes to one day have a mate and kits, but she is willing to wait as long as it takes.
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Post by Morior on Oct 25, 2020 7:51:39 GMT -5
Plot
New Leader of SteppeClan The previous leader, Lightstar, died suddenly only 3 moons ago, after he had lived and been leader for longer than any surviving elder can remember. Many older members of the Clan are openly apprehensive about their new leader being so young and inexperienced, and there are some rumours of talk against Maplestar being chosen as leader.
A Harsh Leafbare Numerous harsh leaf-bares have left the Clan struggling to find food for a long time, and fewer kits are being born. This means SteppeClan's cats have greatly reduced in number and are more vulnerable now more than ever.
The Wind Blows Down from the Mountains Leaf-bare is coming, and it looks to be another cold and harsh one, the same way for the past 2 leaf-bares. The Wanderers may need to leave the mountains completely, to travel to the lowlands to find prey, but that will lead them close to SteppeClan territory. When Sky Wise, Moon-Hunter (leader) of the Wanderers, was a young tom he went on a journey many call “the rite”, a sort of coming age journey that once a cat is returned from are gifted their title. On this journey he found his peoples old forgotten enemies, Steppeclan. There he met Swiftkill, a cat he fell in love with. However she refused to return with him to his homeland and rejected his way of life. Now as leader of The Wanderers, Sky Wise seeks to once more change her mind. This time he won’t be taking no for an answer.
MistClan SteppeClan is trying to connect and make allies with their recently discovered neighbours, MistClan. They still have yet to decide where a Gathering place between the two Clans should be. Stagstar, leader of MistClan, has only met Brightstar and has yet to meet Maplestar. Maplestar plans to meet with the MistClan leader before they begin the gatherings between the two Clans.
Relationships
Kin
Rosepath & Dartfoot are littermates. Frostwhisper raised Maplestar. Eaglestrike x Poppystalk = Sunstone Lichenpaw and Ivypaw are Frostwhisper's nephews. Oatwhisker and Emberpaw are siblings from separate litters. Iceflame and Oceanstrike are sisters.
Mentors & Apprentices
Lichenpaw's mentor is Sunstone. Jaggedpaw's mentor is Frostwhisper. Ivypaw's mentor is Swiftkill. Whiskerpaw's mentor is Oakwhisker.
Crushes & Mates
Maplestar is in love with Swiftkill. Sky Wise of the Wanderers is in love with Swiftkill. Lichenpaw has a crush on Jaggedpaw.
Frostwhisper is looking for a mate.
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Post by Morior on Oct 25, 2020 14:38:07 GMT -5
Yes it is)
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Post by Morior on Oct 25, 2020 15:28:10 GMT -5
changing/deciding on my characters real quick)
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 26, 2020 10:36:51 GMT -5
Swiftkill | She-cat | 42 moons | Guide | Hossyboy or fallenleaves
Appearance- A small piebald she-cat with amber eyes.
Personality- This she-cat may be known for her skill at hunting but charm is lost on her. She can be cutting with her sharp tongue and even sharper eyes. She has little patience for others and those who disappoint her find it hard to ever come back into her good graces. However Swiftkill is dependable and hard working, many harsh seasons have been weathered with the prey Swiftkill can find even in the hardest of times. Her dedication to her clanmates is undeniable, even to those clanmates she doesn’t care for. Empty bellies are simply unacceptable to Swiftkill.
History- Swiftkill was born during a harsh drought, her siblings all perished as well as her mother. Her father Ravenscreech focused on ensuring she was trained well and soon she was made an apprentice. Her hunting soon became a step towards recovery for the clan. After watching so much suffering Swiftkill became a relentless hunter and clanmate.
Other- Many moons ago Swiftkill gave birth to three still-born kits, she refused to tell the clan who the father was and since no tom ever came forward it was a matter of speculation for many. Some say Swiftkill mated with a loner and couldn’t make him settle. This is however just gossip.
Dartfoot | Tom | 20 moons | Runner | Hossyboy
Appearance- A white tom with brindle hind legs and green eyes.
Personality- A relaxed and friendly tom, Dartfoot is never short of company. He can often be found where others have gathered, just enjoying his clanmates. He loves running however more than anything and can often be seen coaxing others to play a game of tag. Older warriors may find his childishness annoying but none can truly hate the charming tom.
History- Dartfoot always wanted to be a runner, he was a hectic apprentice and was often forgoing training to run across the territory. It was a relief to everyone when he finally became a runner and was no longer given tasks he could forget to do.
Other- He’s littermate’s with Rosepath.
Rosepath | She-cat | 20 moons | Medicine Cat | Hossyboy
Appearance- A cream she-cat with a dark brown stripe from her nose to tail tip and green eyes.
Personality- Rosepath is a soft-spoken, reserved she-cat with a kind temperament. Some find her lack of speech to be rude but most just find her a to be a comforting, passive presence. She is known by those closest to her to be an exceptionally wise she-cat, her quiet behavior stems from her desire to listen and gather information and making a decision only when she is sure.
History- Her path to becoming medicine cat is a strange one, as she finished her warrior training without ever once thinking of becoming a medicine cat. However shortly after being given her warrior name the previous medicine cat received a vision from starclan. A vision that foretold of that medicine cats fast approaching death and that Rosepath should become their apprentice before their passing. That medicine cat, Mossyglen, only informed Rosepath and Maplestar of this vision, not wanting to cause a panic. Rosepath became Medicine cat without a second thought, confident of Starclan’s choice and has looked back since. After Mossyglen’s passing only a few moons ago many questioned if Rosepath would be able to handle the position but she has done well so far.
Other- Littermates with Dartfoot
I’ll make some apprentices later, maybe just one.
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Post by Morior on Oct 26, 2020 10:49:06 GMT -5
added! I will make starters soon)
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Post by Morior on Oct 26, 2020 14:01:45 GMT -5
Maplestar wasn't far from camp, a little ways down the lakeshore. He spotted a rabbit going to the lake for a drink, went into a crouch and started sneaking through the rocks by the water. He froze when cold waves of lake water lapped up in between the stones and around his paws, not moving so that the rabbit wouldn't hear him make any splashes. Frostwhisper laid on one of the rocks above the camp dens, sitting high at the top of the camp where the wind whipped her whiskers. She smelled the air, looking at the sky, trying to get a sense of how close winter would be coming. Fallenleaves
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 26, 2020 14:27:34 GMT -5
-Swiftkill- Swiftkill scented the air, her prey was close. As long as the wind didn’t turn the rabbit wouldn’t even know what hit it. She’d followed it down from the plains towards the water, creeping through the broken stones she came around one and into view of the lake.
Between some stones she spotted it, down at the waters edge. Creeping forward she flattened herself to the ground, even if it turned to look now it wouldn’t see her.
Swiftkill drew close, close enough to spring. Silently she gathered her legs properly under her, the muscles bunching as she prepared to leap.
-Dartfoot- Dartfoot was stretched out in the middle of camp, snacking on a small vole from morning patrol. He had noticed the older warrior Frostwhisper climb up to the highest stones of camp earlier, no doubt to nap, and debated joining her. He glanced at the Medicine cat den, wondering if his littermate might send him after herbs.
With an amused snort Dartfoot finished his prey and made his way over to the staircase of stones at the back of camp. In a few neat leaps he was almost to the top, however he stopped to give Frostwhisper some warning. “Good morning!” He cheerfully mewed and took the last leap.
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Post by Morior on Oct 26, 2020 14:33:29 GMT -5
Maplestar twisted around one last rock before he started to bunch his legs underneath him. He was glad that the noise the waves and the smell of the lake made hunting prey around her easier in those ways at least, though the stones could be slippery. With the rabbit in sight he pounced forward, expecting that it might run before he caught it and that he would have to give chase, but he didn't expect Swiftkill to be hunting it as well.
Frostwhisper's ear flicked back towards him before she turned her head. "Good morning!" She called. She hadn't been napping, it was too windy to nap so out in the open. She sat at the highest point of the rock with her tail curled around her paws. "The weather is turning colder faster than expected." she said.
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 26, 2020 14:48:09 GMT -5
-Swiftkill-
Instinctively Swiftkill dove for the fleeing rabbit, catching its hindquarters in her claws. It gave an awful squeal before she was able to give it a fierce bite at the base of the skull.
Her tail flicked in agitation, it wasn’t the cleanest kill but it also wasn’t her worse. What really bothered her was how she now lay at Maplestar’s paws, feeling like prey herself. Clearing her throat she stood and turned her face to her leader. “Sorry to steal your kill. You can take it back if you’d like.” She mewed coolly but didn’t really give him much choice as she turned away. “I’ll see if I can find a fish.” With that she trotted down the shore.
-Dartfoot-
Dartfoot didn’t expect the blast of wind that tried to push him back over the stones edge. His claws making audible scrapping noises as he hung on. “What you looking at?”
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Post by Morior on Oct 26, 2020 14:55:40 GMT -5
Maplestar hurried to stop from bumping into Swiftkill as she caught the rabbit, skidding to a stop barely a whisker-length from where she'd been before she chased the rabbit. "Swiftkill!" He said in surprise, then licked his chest in embarassment trying to collect himself. "No, it's your kill." he said, but she was already walking away leaving the rabbit. He looked down at the rabbit and picked it up reluctantly, watching her trot down the shore.
"The wind. More feeling and hearing than looking. It's blowing from where the sun sets." Frostwhisper said, speaking of things in the way that guides often did.
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 26, 2020 15:10:34 GMT -5
-Swiftkill- Swiftkill did her best not to look back and keep her posture nonchalant. After a few tail lengths she waded into the lake where the bottom was sandy and the water clear. There she stood chest deep and did her best to ignore the feeling of ants crawling beneath her pelt, sensing that Maplestar was still watching her.
-Dartfoot- “Uh-huh.” Dartfoot answered dumbly and stared out into the middle ground.
It wasn’t that he was stupid or anything but he’d always felt that Runners and Guides were opposite creatures. One was all about speed and flexibility, like the winds out on the plain. While the other was all meditating and looking before you leap, like the stones they stood upon. His sister would have made a good guide had she not found her calling elsewhere.
“So a long winter then?” He was not one to worry about the future but he sensed that was what the warrior was pondering.
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Post by Morior on Oct 26, 2020 15:30:24 GMT -5
"The winter may break early. We won't know until winter starts to reach its downfall." Frostwhisper said. "I hope it's not a long winter. That would make nearly three long winters in a row." she shook her head sadly, then turned away from staring out into the wind. "No news this morning?" it was more of a statement than a question, she had suspicion that things were quiet in the camp lately.
Maplestar watched her for another moment before forcing his gaze away and taking the rabbit up the beach. There he found dryer rocks where the waves didn't reach, and set the rabbit underneath the overhang of one. The wind blowing off the lake was already chilly enough to keep the fresh-kill cool, and there weren't any other ground predators in the territory to steal it, so he didn't waste time trying to bury it. It was enough to tuck it out of sight where an eagle or a buzzard flying overhead couldn't see or smell it. He tried not to look back at where Swiftkill had gone, but he couldn't help his ears from turning that direction, listening for the splashes of fishing paws.
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 27, 2020 5:44:49 GMT -5
-Rosepath-
The medicine cat sat surveying her gathered herbs and hummed in disapproval at some of the diminished piles. Some herbs were difficult to find in the arid territory of her clan. Sweet-sedge, watermint, and willow bark were all herbs that preferred cool wetlands to the dry grasslands. Even with the lake these things were still difficult to find. There was one willow in Steppeclan territory but she could only harvest so much from it before it would cause damage.
Getting to her paws, the she-cat padded out of her den and into camp. She serched the area and after not finding the cat she was searching for she headed out of camp.
Taking a glance around Rosepath noticed Maplestar trudging his way seemingly back to camp. Either way she was glad to see him and trotted down the slope to meet him. “Good morning Maplestar.” She mewed softly, dipping her head in greeting. “I must ask something of you.”
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-Dartfoot-
“No news.” Dartfoot sighed, it had been pretty boring these past few days. A mischievous twinkle entered his eyes and he turned to Frostwhisper with a conspiring look. “I could stir up some gossip if it pleases the molly.” He laughed heartily at his suggestion.
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-Swiftkill-
Fishing had been a bad idea. Through she had caught a fat carp that the clan would no doubt enjoy, she was now shivering from the chill wind and water. She waddled up the bank, dragging the fish between her legs like some apprentice, when she spotted the rabbit under the overhanging stone. She sighed at the sight, or as much as she could with her jaws full of fish. She’d have to come back for it.
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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 6:01:35 GMT -5
(sorry, Maplestar's not heading back to camp, he stashed the rabbit so that he could go hunt more)
Maplestar returned to the rock with a field mouse hanging from his jaws by its tail. He heard Swiftkill there but was afraid to glance at her in case he met her eyes. Is she mad at me? he thought as he picked up the rabbit as well, managing both since the mouse was small and easy to carry. He turned to go up the path to camp, dipping his head to her as a 'congratulations' seeing the large carp she carried.
"I feel like gossip and rumours have increased the last few moons. Maybe a dull, hard leaf-bare will snuff them out from cats' memories, at least until newleaf." Frostwhisper sighed. "I raised Maplestar better than to be pleased by idle gossip, but no one can stop the Clan from gossiping either way."
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 27, 2020 9:18:04 GMT -5
Sorry I misunderstood!
-Swiftkill-
She watched Maplestar grab the rabbit and then wordlessly congratulate her on her catch. She dipped her head in return, a thanks, following the tom back towards camp.
It had been awhile since she’d walked alongside him, it was a reminder of just how much larger he was in comparison to her. It never failed to make her feel like some a kit still wet behind the ears. It was the opposite of when they’d first interacted, she’d watched him grow and hadn’t thought much of him. Yet he’d become such a great hunter so fast, faster than even her. It’s thrown her off to suddenly be matched in skill. It had attracted her attention and shortly after they’d begun to work together to bring down even greater prey.
Slowly but surely, just like their statures, she’d begun to feel small in comparison. He was shortly named deputy after receiving his warrior name. No one doubted he was meant for it, even when he doubted it himself. He was humble and mighty and wonderful... Swiftkill tore her gaze off him, feeling her pelt grow warm, she realized she’d been watching him the whole way back to camp.
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-Rosepath-
The medicine cat moved back into camp to check in the leaders den for Maplestar.
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-Dartfoot-
The tom listened to the older she-cat with a frown. He had the sudden thought that he was glad not to be raised by this no nonsense molly. “Eh it’s as you said earlier, no news. We don’t live this life cause it’s easy, when nothing interesting happens we’ll do our best to make something happen.”
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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 11:01:10 GMT -5
(just finished class I'll reply in a sec)
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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 11:17:49 GMT -5
His pelt prickled nervously expecting she might just run away again. Maplestar glanced at her then turned to stare at the ground when they almost met eyes. He only hoped to be as good of a hunter as she was. Most of the time his size was a disadvantage in hunting so he had trained hard to overcompensate, but he also just liked hunting, all the care and skill it took to outsmart different prey in many different ways. He slowed his pace so that he matched hers and they walked side-by-side. Reaching the top of the path that dipped back down right into the entrance of the camp, he spotted Rosepath by his den. "I'm here Rosepath." he stopped and called after setting down the rabbit and mouse.
"I simply mean that I hope when leafbare comes we will think more about feeding our Clanmates than talking behind their backs." Frostwhisper replied, starting to groom her shoulder against the wind ruffling her fur. "Greenleaf is the time for idle paws and idle talk, but not leafbare."
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Fallenleaves
Their eyes were like hardened bits of flint, the sparks catching in the tinder of their hearts.
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Post by Fallenleaves on Oct 27, 2020 11:58:02 GMT -5
-Swiftkill- The she-cat set her carp down near the fresh-kill pile, it wouldnt do for it to sit very long but she couldnt imagine finishing it on her own.
She thought of Maplestar, they had never shared prey, they hadn't even shared tongues. Swiftkill had always made sure to hold him at tail length in front of others. It was never meant to be anything serious, she'd simply been flattered that a young, skilled warrior would be interested in her.
Stomach churning Swiftkill knew she wouldn't get much down, not as she thought of the disastrous moons that followed her petty moment of vanity. She eyed the fresh mouse and gingerly gripped it in her jaws before retreating to a secluded spot near the warriors den.
-Dartfoot- The tom nodded at the she-cat's words. "Maplestar, Swiftkill, and you have always gotten us through the worst. Mossyglen is gone now but I know Rosepath will be able to fill his paw-prints. Steppeclan will make it through this winter i'm sure."
Movement caught the tom's eye and he stood to watch Maplestar and Swiftkill drop their prey off. He hummed appreciatively at the large prey awaiting hungry mouths. His belly rumbled as if on cue.
"See what i mean?" Dartfoot chuckled and began to make his way down the stones.
-Rosepath- The medicine cat turned to find the object of her search padding over to her, with a small drip of her head she awaited his approach. When he was near enough she began to speak. "Morning Maplestar, i'm afraid i have something important to discuss."
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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 12:14:27 GMT -5
"I'd like to say I had a hand in that, but I really didn't, I only taught him the basics." Frostwhisper purred in amusement, watching the two hunters return to camp. Frostwhisper watched Swiftkill almost suspiciously. She liked Swiftkill well enough, it wasn't from any negative feelings against the she-cat, but she was starting to put pieces together, at least she thought she was. Since Maplestar had become deputy she had backed off, letting him do what he needed to do on his own without relying on her so much as he did when he was a kit. She made up her mind not to get involved or say anything until Maplestar resolved it himself. She followed Dartfoot down the stones. "Care to get something to eat?" she asked, beckoning with her tail towards the fresh-kill pile
Maplestar quickly dropped the rabbit and mouse by the fresh-kill pile after he'd gotten the medicine cat's attention, giving a last longing glance towards Swiftkill. "Come on inside." he nodded to his den, inviting her in so they could talk. Already anxiousness knotting in his belly. "What is it?" he asked.
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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 12:35:38 GMT -5
"Fish, I want to take advantage of it while we have it. There won't be much fish when the lake freezes." Frostwhisper purred, picking up the carp, which looked ridiculously large compared to her small size, but she managed it. She padded over to find a spot near Swiftkill, still beckoning Dartfoot to follow with her tail.
Maplestar was already thinking of MistClan as she started explaining. "You should take Dartfoot with you as well, in case anything happens in MistClan he can run back here and fetch help. Hopefully nothing does happen and MistClan should be hospitable to a medicine cat in need, but just in case."
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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 12:49:00 GMT -5
The older white she-cat took the offered spot between Swiftkill and Dartfoot. "This is a huge carp. How is it down by the lake today?" She complimented Swiftkill.
Maybe I should go too, talk to Stagstar... Maplestar thought but then just dipped his head to Rosepath's suggestion. "Alright. I will tell Frostwhisper. What time are you planning to set out?" he asked.
(that would leave Maplestar and Swiftkill alone in camp lol)
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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 13:24:40 GMT -5
"I wonder how the fish live in a place so cold, and they don't even have fur." Frostwhisper joked with an amused purr. "The water should be warm by late afternoon, might be good to go swimming." She took a few bites of carp as well.
Maplestar dipped his head to the medicine cat and padded back out into the clearing of the camp. He saw Dartfoot, Frostwhisper, and Swiftkill sitting together and he took some prey from the fresh-kill pile to go over and join them. "Rosepath is going to MistClan tomorrow for herbs. You and Dartfoot will go with her for her protection." He said, still feeling awkward giving orders to his mother.
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Post by Morior on Oct 27, 2020 14:00:38 GMT -5
(one more reply then I gotta go shopping for a bit I'll be back in maybe 2-3 hours I think?)
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