Cliff Clan (closed to new joiners)

"Good." The word came out long and low, the tom stepping forward until he was almost nose to nose to her, having knelt a little so he could be at her height. "Every night either one of my acquaintances or I will visit you in your dreams. Be ready little pet, cause we don't sheath our claws." He gave her a swipe across the cheek to prove his point, his eyes shining as he seemed to evaporate into shadows mere seconds later, leaving the she-cat to her own. Next he found his way into a more childish scene, cringing inwardly as he padded forward silently until he caught sight of the small kit that was his next target.

Does anyone have a cat that can interact with Robinskip?))

Lynxpaw stared at the tom, listening to his words intently. “Why me?” He growled, taking another step towards the brown tom. Coldclaws seemed to have the whole clan to choose from, though Lynxpaw was tempted to just say yes. He hadn’t heard of any of his clanmates being trained to be powerful and respected as Coldclaws said, though he could imagine some keeping it a secret.

"Because... " The tom purred and trailed off. "You'll make a promising young warrior, and you are already ahead of the other apprentices." He cooed, stepping closer to the young tom. "Soooo... lynxpaw, whats it going to be?" He circled around the tom, brushing his tail over the toms spine.

Lynxpaw shivered as the brown tom padded closer, but his faces was laced in a smile. “I’ll do it,” he growled, eyes twinkling with a mischievous look. He had his doubts about this, but they were eliminated at the chance to become the best warrior. The golden tom could almost hear voices telling him it was right and this was who he was. “Now, what’s first, Coldclaws?”

Lynxpaw followed Coldclaws movement with his eyes, barely wincing as the tom sliced his ear. As Coldclaws began to disappear, the golden tabby leaped up and chased after him in an attempt to get him back. He searched around, confusion glittering his gaze. Where did he go? he wondered, turning as he imagined cats sneaking up on him. Suddenly, he felt as if he was being pulled somewhere and woke up in the apprentices’ den. Next time I see him, he’ll regret doing that to me. He drew a paw to his ear and began cleaning the blood.

Swanpaw woke up with a start, fighting off the grogginess the strange dream had brought. She noticed Lynxpaw at the the entrance of the den so she called out. "Lynxpaw?"

Swanpaw grimaced. "Um yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?" She got up, walking closer to him. She thought back to the weird dream and wondered if anyone else had it too. She sat down beside him, licking her paw and rubbing it against her eye.

Swanpaw looked confused for a second, then she regained her composure. "Um, I think Nimblewarrior said something once about missing her mate who died of greencough a couple moons ago. We would have never met him though. That's all she said." She furrowed her brow. "Why?" She paused then added. " Do you know any cat called Nightmare?"

(lemonshortbread hasn't been here in awhile so I'm going to give them a week or two before I delete their characters. Deputy position and medicine cat apprentice will be open)

"Probably, she seems friendly enough." Swanpaw meowed. "and he sounds terrible, he was terrible!" She exclaimed. She wondered if she should continue on, fearful that the next part would be considered traitorous . "All though I am rather interested in what he has too offer." she said quietly , sitting up and looking down at her paws. She stayed quiet, waiting for Lynxpaw to say something else. The white she-cat licked her paw again, patting at the dry blood on her eye.

I’m all for it. Might have Bonestar die in some form of a big plot but I’m not sure yet. I want him to have a rouge romance but there’s already one planned for the medicine cat apprentice and a rouge )

Swan paw nodded, her tail thrashing with excitement. “Yeah maybe we’ll become warriors early with all the training! “ she ventured. She thought back to the dream and how nightmare had said a lot of things that had inspired her. Her heart was beating fast and she didn’t even care that he had scratched her.

Lynxpaw grunted and swished his tail slowly behind him. He could easily imagine becoming a warrior with this extra training, but what he wanted was to become the leader. He would rule this clan one day and he would make sure that all the loners and rogues in the forest knew and feared them. "If we're made warriors sooner, then I'll bet aiming for leadership won't be too hard," he snarled quietly, lowering his voice as his gaze rested on Snailpaw.

Lynxpaw glanced at Swanpaw as she commented before raising his head in pride. His chest puffed out and he imagined himself standing in front of his clan. Perhaps with Swanpaw beside him. “Well, I think it’s a matter of when they’ll come back, not if,” he mewed, flexing his claws as he imagined getting Coldclaws back. Even if he would be Lynxpaw’s second mentor, Lynxpaw didn’t think he wanted the tom to think he was a toy to be tempered with.

Gonna do another post for coldclaws and Bonestar)

Coldclaws -open to those involved - dark forest

Coldclaws looked into the dark forest that lay in front of him. His claws flexing and digging into the moss he was standing on. His tail thrashed and his brows were furrowed in anger.

How could I leave her all alone... with kits.

I’ll never meet them.

Tears welled in his eyes and he quickly closed them.

“There are other things that are more important.” He growled to himself.

The plan he had for lynxpaw was .... terrible. He would train the Tom to be ruthless. And when the time was right he would teach him how to get close to the leader. And how to secure the deputy position.

He himself was almost deputy once. He had fallen ill before he could carry out his plan. Once he was deputy he would convince the leader that a band of rouges were planning on invading the territory. He had secured a certain Tom to kill Bonestar.

If only it had come to fruition...

He missed Nimblewarrior, but revenge was all that was on his mind. When Bonestar got deputy instead of him, he was angry for days.

He lay down, staring at the sun through the thick dark clouds. It was all coming into place.

Bonestar - open to anyone - camp clearing

Bonestar sat in the camp clearing , his odd eyes fixated on the sun . It was a cloudy day, but spring would be here soon. He yawned, stretching his jaw. All the clan activities had been done, and everyone was lounging about. He loved his clan, and his heart was full .