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Post by aether on Jul 16, 2021 20:04:45 GMT -5
[ lovely frost! I'll add her C:
cable sorry i forgot to reply to the picture question xD But you can use any pictures that suit! C: sometimes there aren't pictures on google that represent what you want haha
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Post by cable on Jul 16, 2021 20:18:07 GMT -5
( aether alright, thanks! :> finally finished my forms up, hopefully theyre good) |
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them
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Post by Ember34 on Jul 16, 2021 20:52:58 GMT -5
Two warriors are done so far, Scorpiantail and Onyxheart(who is Muse J))
And my muse Q is Aphidmoon)
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Post by aether on Jul 16, 2021 22:46:27 GMT -5
[ Okie dokie! I think the front page is all up to date with the characters that have been finished and stuff ^U^
I will work on a starter to get the ball rolling; it will feature probably JUST the clan cats for now as they arrive to the new territories and begin to settle. Once settled we can introduce some rogues, then there will be the split between the clan where Ashwhisker and Robinflight butt heads. Once the clans are split then really it's free game; any rogues/kittypets who haven't joined the clans yet can be introduced whenever they please and people can really delve into their subplots.
I also invite people to suggest subplots! If you have a character who you think would be a cool partner, friend, rival, or even enemy towards another character then you can totally work on a plot with that other person!
Please let me know if there's any confusion regarding what will be happening in the RP, I'm sure I've left grey areas somewhere that need cleaning up C: ]
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Post by cable on Jul 16, 2021 22:54:05 GMT -5
(ah, i was hoping to have ivypelt as muse p in the jealousy subplot? its fine if not :0)
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Post by aether on Jul 17, 2021 3:42:31 GMT -5
 Ashwhisker
- - Open to interaction ;;
- - Gathering Area (dead monster) ;;
- - @ ;;
It was nearing sundown. Ashwhisker felt his stomach yowl it's desperate song of hunger, a clear indication that it was time for the group to settle for the evening. This happened to be the part of the journey that Ashwhisker struggled with the most - how was he supposed to know where the best place to rest was? What if just over that rise was a warmer, safer location? What if they had already passed the best spot they would be able to find? Taking a moment, he glanced out of the corner of his eye to multi-coloured cats that were at his right. It was easy to locate the dark ginger tabby coat of Robinflight that he had become accustomed to, would she argue if he decided to rest now? He had no choice but to respect the former ThunderClan deputy, although he would be lying if he said he didn't find her presence annoying and threatening alike. Alas, that was a discussion for another time. His paws moved ahead, forging a few more paces in an attempt to appease his curiosity for what lay ahead.
Behind him, he heard a hushed mumble of a tired warrior. 'I feel like my paws are going to fall off if we keep going!' No matter his own selfish desires to keep traveling, Ashwhisker knew that he had a duty to protect those around him. Let's find a place to stop.
The foreign land they traversed was a dense woodland filled with lichen-kissed boulders, moss covered logs, and sloped inclines. The sounds of birds overhead promised that no matter where they stopped for the night they would be well fed, and the deep croaks of toads indicated they were near a source of water. Ashwhisker closed his eyes to take a deep inhale, his maw slightly ajar. No sign of foxes or badgers... this area would have to do. Ashwhisker battled with a sense of anxiety that gnawed at him as it had done continuously since they had left the lake. There was an everlasting doubt that lingered in his mind, despite the fact that none of the small group of clan cats had become ill on the journey, he still struggled thinking that they were in danger.
"Let's rest here for the night," the white and grey tom slowed his pace until his paws were still. Turning tail, he looked to the small ragtag group of clan cats. He swallowed the rising emotion in his throat as he scanned each cats tired, hungry frames. We can't keep traveling forever. Maybe it's time we discuss settling down... They had trekked these bushlands for a total of five sunrises and hadn't encountered any serious issues outside of the stale fox scent or steep terrain. I'll ask Rookpelt what he thinks, Ashwhisker always found his brother to keep honest, helpful advice. When Ashwhisker managed to get tangled in his thoughts Rookpelt would untangle him without fail. "Let's rest and meet back here, okay?"
As cats began dissipating among themselves, Ashwhisker let out a weary sigh. The clearing that he had ended in was big enough that cats could sit amongst themselves and share-tongues over a meal, clumps of bushes would make warm nests when trampled down. Trees stood tall with overarching branches however there was a gap where the clearing was and the last of the fading light shone through the thinned limbs. Ashwhisker moved towards a particularly tall, unbridled clump of bushes that looked as though it would provide nests for many cats. With that in mind, the tom lifted a paw and began to tread on the tendrils in an effort to begin trampling it. Well, that was what he intended to do, but his paw hit a hard force. Confused, Ashwhisker tilted his head, and tried again. Once again his paw hit something hard and unmoving. What's in this bush? Puzzled, Ashwhisker stepped back and stared curiously.
[ the group has landed in what will later be the gathering area where the two clans meet every full moon! and what lies inside this mysterious bush ashwhisker is trying to trample? why, it's the dead monster! the cats will need to trample the bush in order to discover this though cx ]
 Moorwhisper
- - Open to interaction ;;
- - Gathering area (dead monster) ;;
- - @ ;;
It was a moment of relief as Ashwhisker declared the days travel was coming to an end. To be frank, she felt somewhat disgruntled by Ashwhisker's incessant need to keep traveling. Her heart was heavy with grief, her paws ached from extended travel, and her patience was wearing thin. After having to leave all she'd ever known behind - the sight of her frail, deathly ill mother was seared into the back of her eyes - she just wanted to curl up and sleep for moons. "I feel like my paws are going to fall off if we keep going..." She grumbled, perhaps a little too loudly. For the past four sunrises they'd traversed this bushland, and in Moorwhisper's opinion that had come across plenty of prey-filled areas that they could have called their new home. But, for a reason unbeknownst to her, Ashwhisker was determined to press onward.
Finally, he called for a stop. It took much of her strength to prevent herself from crumpling to the ground due to exhaustion. If I'm having this much trouble, I can't imagine some other cats... Moorwhisper glanced around slowly, letting her eyes linger over each cat who had embarked on the journey. Some cats were from her own homeclan - RiverClan - so she felt a sense of ease around them. Others... it was taking a lot of getting used too. Some cats were taking some time to get used too, such as Scorpiontail or Ivypelt. Given her shy disposition, she hadn't spent time getting to know them. All she knew was that Scorpiontail seemed like a dark thundercloud she dared not approach, and Ivypelt had an erratic aura she couldn't determine. Moorwhisper watched as the former RiverClan medicine cat, Eaglebriar, settled nearby. If I'm tired, I can't imagine how exhausted she must be... the medicine cat had many moons on Moorwhisper and a few times she'd noticed the medicine cat had a stiff gait.
As cats began to move around her, arranging hunting partners or going to rest, Moorwhisper let out a calming sigh. She just needed a few moments to gather her strength before she attempted to hunt. Her ears perked towards the sound of toads buzzing a short distance away and she lifted her chin with a hint of excitement; was there a water source nearby? Perhaps she could fish? It had been much too long since she'd able to eat a delicious fish, her mouth began to salivate at the thought.
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Post by cable on Jul 17, 2021 17:49:44 GMT -5
(hope this isnt too short :>) Thistlehawk - Gathering Area w/ Ashwhisker - aether“Sum’n wrong?” Thistlehawk’s chest-deep baritone carried well in the clearing as the large tom approached Ashwhisker, noticing the confusion expressed over the bushes. They had been traveling for a long while now, and Thistlehawk had to admit he had grown used to the smaller tom’s leadership, moreso even than Robinflight, who had been the deputy of his own clan, He attributed the feeling of kinship to the fact that Ashwhisker was SkyClan- everybody knew ThunderClan and SkyClan had a unique relationship. Kits still grew up on stories of the deep bond the two shared. Used to. Kits used to grow up on those stories. StarClan willing, kits in the future would, too.He shook his head to clear the sudden rush of anxiety, teeth gritting around the flower stem between his jaws, and chewed it thoughtfully as he pressed a paw to the bush. He frowned in confusion at the solid surface beneath his paws. “Some kinda rock, maybe? Feels a lil’ too smooth for that, though...” The feeling was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. It was solid, a bit cold, and though he could feel small dents beneath, he noticed as he rubbed his paw down that it was unnaturally smooth- there should have been much more jagged bumps than what he was feeling beneath the heavy brush. “We’ll need a few warriors to clear this up, see what we’re dealing with, then. That sound good to you?” He glanced at Ashwhisker, hoping his deference would make their temporary leader feel a bit better. |
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Post by parisiansteve on Jul 17, 2021 19:03:32 GMT -5
So excited! Will have my reply up tomorrow afternoon or late tonight ^^
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Post by aether on Jul 18, 2021 4:14:08 GMT -5
[ had work all day today guys, sorry i wasn't on Cx
laurel that's not too short at all! c: i'm not gonna pressure people to writing suppppper long posts. sometimes though i find myself just writing and writing which is why mine get a bit long xD
yay pari! looking forward to it! ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Jul 18, 2021 21:45:28 GMT -5
Hi all! I underestimated how busy I would be today - I will 100% be on tomorrow to write! Can’t wait to get this rollin’! c:
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Post by aether on Jul 18, 2021 23:36:46 GMT -5
[ no worries pari! C: ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Jul 19, 2021 16:20:49 GMT -5
Rookpelt
Gathering Area | Moorwhisper | aether
The air was thick with late Greenleaf humidity. Cicadas buzzed in the distance, their typical droning hum a strange comfort to Rookpelt as he made his way into the clearing. Their motley crew - exhausted from days of traveling - had settled by a clearing, not far from a mid-size creek. Suspicion creeped into Rookpelt's heart. It had been days since they had a proper resting place. What made this one so special, he wondered. Still, Ashwhisker was a keen individual, with only their best interests at heart; it wouldn't be like him to settle here without profound consideration. The black tom was the last to enter the resting space, having taken the back shift in the group. Generally, this position was given to braver individuals, who were skilled in combat and intrepid - in other words, the complete opposite of Rookpelt. Still, turns needed to be taken, and the tom was not one to shirk his duties. He was curious about his brother's decision to continue at such breakneck speed, however. Rookpelt had observed a strange anxious tenacity about the usually collected tom. Something seemed to gnaw at him. Perhaps it was a desire for enhanced security or a hunch that better venues awaited. I'll meet up with him later, the former SkyClan warrior mused to himself. He took a brief survey of his forced companions, and took note of their genuine exhaustion. Pelts, usually sleek with care and hygiene, were rugged with accumulated wear. Pawpads were raw from walking, especially among the kits and apprentices, and elderly cats nused aching joints.
The warriors of the group, however, appeared most spread thin. Their tails were turned down, eyes dull and unalert. These young cats, like himself and Ashwhisker, took on many roles throughout the course of their journey. When the queens needed a moment to themselves, the warriors played caretaker, coming up with games and tasks to keep the kits busy and entertained. When the elders needed a rest - and the group couldn't afford to stop - a couple warriors would offer to wait with them, and provide protection during their respite. When medicine cats needed assistance gathering new herbs, they would be the first to volunteer. On top of this, they were constantly vigilant, prepared to fight and risk their lives at any moment to maintain the success of their mission. It was no wonder these cats appeared so downtrodden - they were. Rookpelt huffed a soft sigh as he recognized his own exhaustion. An ache creeped into his paws, one that he had not noticed before. The promise of rest always made the weariness more palpable. His vivid green gaze found the ashen pelt of his brother, kept company by Thistlehawk and Robinflight by the monster. He resolved to speak to him later, perhaps when the group had settled and Robinflight could take a vigil shift. For noe, hr made his way over to a RiverClan molly, Moorwhisper, as she settled to rest. The molly was resourceful and kind, always providing a helping paw where needed. He respected her greatly. A slight hint of amusement flickered across his features as he noticed her excitement about the nearby water. "That water's gotta be big enough for some fish," Rookpelt's deep voice mused as he approached, his usual sing-song baritone seemingly uninhibited by exhaustion. "After a break, care to join me in some hunting? I could use some tips from an expert." His eyes were bright with friendliness and he curled his tail around his paws, awaiting her response.
Robinflight
Gathering Area | -- | @
Robinflight watched as her SkyClan counterpart's turbulent expression shift incessantly as they neared the clearing, his indecision clear as the rising moon. The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon - their opportunity to stop for the night was getting precariously close. The tom would have to make some sort of judgment call soon about this leg of thr journey. The ThunderClan deputy and her SkyClan colleague - incidentally named the two interim "leaders" of this rag-tag group - took turns navigating portions of their trek. In Robinflight's opinion, Ashwhisker's was going obnoxiously long. The cats had traversed extremely dangerous terrain to arrive at this small and, frankly, quote underwhelming clearing. For whatever reason, the gray and white pelted warrior insisted upon pushing forward at a rather demanding pace. And although she had to admit that his grit and determination were impressive, it was her opinion that he was becoming a bit reckless with his decisions.
Relief washed over her as he slowed his pace and opened his maw to test for danger. She joined him in this act, in case any threat incidentally escaped his notice. A quick scan revealed low-risk, though the acrid scent of monster lingered suspiciously nearby... The ginger tabby stored that knowledge away, resolving to speak with Ashwhisker about it later. It was stale enough to refrain from caution, and right now, their motley clan was to be her priority. She gave a curt nod to the tom's suggestion about meeting up later, and flicked her tail to indicate she understood. "Let me know if you need anything in the meantime," she replied, her tone characteristically clinical. It was common knowledge that the molly was all business, and no warmth. Her offer to assist was obgliatory; it came from a place of duty and loyalty, rather than care, but she didn't seem to mind that this was known. After all, she had tasks to complete.
The ThunderClan molly began her rounds among the cats. She navigated her way among the hoard, taking inventory of their crew. The kits, who had been weary earlier in the day, seemed revived in the face of promised rest. They scuffled with one another at their mothers' sides, playing and chasing as they should. A small pang of nostalgia and pain ran through Robinflight's heart. This small glimpse of home, of normality, seemed like a cruel joke from fate. Their circumstances were anything but normal, and watching these yougn cats assume their usual behavior made her worry about the quality of their future. Would anything ever be "the same" again? she wondered to herself and she continued through the sea of pelts.
Robinflight buried the worry, setting her chin and furrowing her brow as she continued. She passed Marigoldwish on her way through the crowd, giving the dusty white molly a nod in greeting. The medicine cat was quite young, but her knowledge was vast and impressive. Robinflight respected her greatly and trusted the molly's intuition when it came to medical care. On her rounds, the former deputy passed by Scorpiontail and Lotuscloud, who were making their way into the clearing. Her gaze found Sapphiregaze across the way as she settled to rest. The expecting mother must have been worn out by this leg of the journey, and Robinflight wondered about her condition.
The ginger molly hefted a small sigh, her amber eyes scanning across the group. She seemed contemplative and thoughtul, perhaps almost pensive, as she regarded the group.
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#cfffe5
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Ember34
Golden Deer Leader
pfp made by sparkscatter
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Post by Ember34 on Jul 19, 2021 20:19:06 GMT -5
I have one warrior left to do, but I'll get some starters up for the three I have done) Onyxheart-Gathering Place-Ashwhisker and Thistlehawk(aether and cable) Not out of character Onyxheart had moved away from the crowd. He wasn't familiar with those that were left, most he didn't know. He at most recognized Eaglebriar, granted she was the medicine cat, and the other was Moorwhisper. He didn't know anything about the warrior though. Settling down he watched as cats hung around some bushes. Part of him wanted to go over and see what was up, but he didn't feel like he would be welcomed to do so. Standing up he managed to walk over to the two cats gathering by the bushes, giving it a curious sniff. Aphidmoon-Gathering Place-Open Aphidmoon settled onto the ground. The Skyclan warrior tired from walking after so long, hearing that they would be resting, she had been delighted. But the stop didn't give her the rest she hoped it would have, instead allowing for her mind to return to the events that had happened and the losses she had endured. Losing the last of her family, her two dear brothers, affected her more then she has been letting on, as they had other issues to deal with. She was thankful there were other clanmates that had made it out of the mess. It brought her comfort to at least know of some familiar faces, granted she did recognize a few of her friends from the other clans. Scorpiantail-Gathering Place-Open The lyoki tom flicked his tail behind him in thought. The former rogue turned Skyclan warrior walked off. If it was a break right now, hunting should get done since they all hadn't eaten in a while. Marking a tree with his claws to remember where everyone was, he headed to try track down some prey in the near by area. His ears perked as he listened for any signs of movement. |
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Post by aether on Jul 19, 2021 21:12:55 GMT -5
[ yoo! i'll have some replies up later today! C: ]
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Post by aether on Jul 20, 2021 5:18:19 GMT -5
Ashwhisker
- - Thistlehawk, Onyxheart ;;
- - Gathering Area (dead monster) ;;
- - cable , Ember34 ;;
Thistlehawk's huge presence at his side was not a shock to Ashwhisker, who was much smaller then the former ThunderClan warrior. Ashwhisker had grown accustomed to the fact that most of the cats he traveled with were from different clans, however he was still adapting to the fact many looked to him for leadership. It was an honor, something he was thankful for, and something he was happy to do although there was also the layer of pressure to ensure he didn't lead them to failure. Thistlehawk's voice was clear and cool, echoing Ashwhisker's own thoughts. Squinting his eyes thoughtfully, he watched as Thistlehawk pawed at the bush mysteriously. "Yes, you're right - let's see," Ashwhisker turned his head and caught sight of Onyxheart over a tail-length away sniffing at the other end of the overgrown shrub. "Can you help us trample this thing down, Onyxheart? I think it'll make a big enough shelter for... well, maybe all of us!"
It was greenleaf currently, so the days were hot and humid as they traveled. However, warm, sunny days turned into chilly and breezy nights; a den in this shrubbery would be comfortable and offer protection in this unknown land. Ashwhisker bunched his muscles momentarily - the thick of his coat hid the impressive muscles underneath - and he reached up with his forepaws to press towards the top of the bush. The highest tendrils bent and swayed easily meaning it would be less effort to trample from the top. "I'm going to jump up and see what happens," there was a light-hearted laugh to his tone, "I might just fall through but at least we'll know what's inside!"
True to his words, the tom let his forepaws fall back to the earth only for him to bunch his muscles once more. This time he sprang into the air, using his powerful hind legs to propel his body upwards, only to fall back down. Clumsily, he crashed through the top of the shrub, the tendrils of the bush caught him like a cradle, so he unsheathed his claws to swipe and lash through the limbs until there was a scraping beneath his claws. It was a strange feeling unlike a rock or a log, however it was firm and his claws were not able to penetrate it's tough exterior. "I don't know what it is, but it's no rock!" Ashwhisker called from within the heart of the bush, "There's definitely something in here though!" The sound of crashing and rustling would have alerted his two companions that he'd begun the action of trampling down the bush from within. He stamped it with his back paws then used his claws and teeth to tear it apart in order to move the tiny branches out of the way.
Moorwhisper
- - Rookpelt ;;
- - Gathering area (dead monster) ;;
- - parisiansteve ;;
Lost in the thought of filling her stomach with fish, Moorwhisper didn't notice the sleek black tom approach, her surprise was well-hidden under a respectful dip of her head as he approached. Rookpelt. Brother to Ashwhisker, and almost comically chipper; Moorwhisper found him to be a delight in these trying times. She did not know him well - which was no surprise, SkyClan and RiverClan had the most distance between camps back at the lake - but she'd grown rather fond of him in such a short time. That said, the molly still found herself having shy butterflies in her stomach, especially when it was just the two of them. In a crowd or group she could hover at the edge of the conversation, with just the two of them she was forced to socialize more actively. This wasn't truly a big problem, Moorwhisper had shy tendencies with anyone until she was accustomed to those she was interacting with, and she already felt more confident with Rookpelt then she did with some others. She'd welcome him more confidently than most.
"Yes, it sounds like the water is running well," she meowed softly, her lips edging into a gentle smile. The more prominent the flow of water meant there was bound to be plenty to catch, however the technique in larger water bodies sometimes required wading into the water; although she would not be adverse to such a thing on this warm day. "Some tips? Uh, er," Moorwhisper stammered sheepishly, shuffling her paws. SkyClan cats chased squirrels up trees, they didn't fish in the water. She was sure that he would simply scare away fish given he was untrained and clumsy in the art, not only that, but she'd be required to maintain the conversation. A flush of heat washed over her face. I'm being selfish, he is just being friendly, she swiped her tongue over her chest. "Yeah, I suppose it would be helpful for you to know, since no one seems to know were we'll end up," she meowed tactfully. Her tone wasn't annoyed or abrupt, but there was an exhausted sigh to the end her sentence that alluded to the impatience that was building within her. Despite being a sweet molly, there was only so much traveling she could take before even she became restless. With a flick of her ears she invited Rookpelt to follow as she stood and began towards the water, letting the sound of it's babbling chime lead the way.
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Post by aether on Jul 20, 2021 5:32:40 GMT -5
[ also i went on a hike today and took some pictures because i KINNNNNNNNNDA modeled the clans territory around this bushwalk i live near xD like honestly, the first photo in the 'territory' section on the homepage is a place i've been to many a times (the photo isn't mine though) and the thundering tunnel is also a tourist attraction near that area! (although the photo on the main page isn't the exact tunnel i know, its just a random photo i found)
anyways, here are some photos to give more of an idea of the territory if anyone was interested:
big mossy boulders with thicker undergrowth by the river are some sandy, rocky banks rocky, mossy slopes! more rocky, mossy slopes! rocky area, much like how i imagined ClanOne's camp to look! also here is a random wombats burrow that was chilling IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAIL O.O you can tell it's a wombat burrow because they usually poop right outside to mark their territory, as this one has. they are super cute but pretty territorial and i don't want to mess with a wombat so i didn't stick around and see if it was home haha 
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Post by Pearl on Jul 21, 2021 10:13:40 GMT -5
Ooh! Can I join? I was just having a look at the plots, and find that Nightpaw is very much made for Muse S xD. Can I claim Muse S? I would also like to claim muse N. I'll make her in a bit.)
Greyleap
Tom - Homo - 50 moons
Pearl
ClanOne
[ Windclan ]
[ Simple, Critical, Persistent ]
[ Swift Runner, Fantastic Hunter | Weaker Fighter ]
 Greyleap is a short-haired grey tabby tom with grey eyes. His whiskers are longer than usual, as are his legs. He is of a medium size, but not a very good fighter. Greyleap is more of a hunter and sprinter, as well as knowledgeable in the theory of fighting. He is just too uncoordinated to be able to fight himself.
Greyleap is rather simple and straightforward. He can be easily understood, as he wears his heart on his sleeve, meaning to say, he's very open about his emotions. He is very critical though, especially when teaching. Greyleap can be a little severe at times, but he feels that he needs to be. He has extensive knowledge, and wants to help the clan as best as he can to make it stronger than before. He doesn't want what happened to Windclan to happen to his newly formed clan. Greyleap is very persistent. His tenacity is what drives him forward. He will be obstinant about certain opinions or actions because he believes they're what's best for the clan.
Former Windclan Warrior turned ClanOne Deputy.
Littermate is Aspenflake. Open to a mate. Aspenflake
Molly - Hetero - 50 moons
Pearl
ClanOne
[ Windclan ]
[ Unassuming, Manipulative, Typical ]
[ Swift Runner, Fantastic Fighter | Weak Hunter ]
 Aspenflake is a grey tabby molly with aqua eyes. Her pelt is slightly longer than her littermates. Her eyes are not quite green, but not quite blue. Her legs are long, but not as long as Greyleap's, allowing her to become a better fighter than hunter.
Aspenflake is unassuming. She isn't pretentious or arrogant, and is quite modest about her abilities. She is manipulative though, always calculating whether a relationship is beneficial to her or not. She acts as a model clan cat, and prefers to stay that way.
Warrior
Her littermate is Greyleap. Mate is open. Nightpaw
Tom - Hetero - 13 moons
Pearl
ClanTwo
[ Shadowclan ]
[ Fanciful, Unfriendly, Superior ]
[ Hiding and Sneaking | Fighting and Hunting ]
 Nightpaw is a short-haired tom with a white patch on his neck and green eyes. His black pelt has an auburn undertone when under the sun. His green eyes are very pale, near pastel in colour. The white patch on his neck is not too big, but not small either. It is located right under his chin. Nightpaw is a cat on the smaller side.
Nightpaw is very fanciful. He is over-imaginative and very unrealistic. He wants to be the best warrior the clan has, but he is absolutely terrible at both hunting and fighting. He is not very friendly to the rest of his clan, or with any cat. He is very haughty and has rather high standards.
Apprentice
No live kin. Open to relations. Thornclaw
Tom - Hetero - 40 moons
Pearl
ClanTwo
[ Thunderclan ]
[ Reasonable, Anxious, Serious ]
[ Fantastic Fighter. Very strong. | Weak Hunter. Cannot Climb or Swim. ]
 Thornclaw is a rather mean-looking short-haired tom. He is a brown tabby with green eyes. Thornclaw is a very large tom. His green eyes is more of a dying grass kind of green rather than a bright and vibrant colour.
Thornclaw is a very reasonable tom. He has sound judgement, and is fairly rational. He is very anxious for the clan, and wants to do his very best to keep the clan moving forward. Thornclaw is very serious by nature. He is solemn and thoughtful which is why he looks so mean, despite his rather gentle and reasonable personality.
Warrior
Thornclaw is open to two littermates. He is open to relations.
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Post by Pearl on Jul 21, 2021 13:33:51 GMT -5
Vine would be muse N.)Vine
Molly - Hetero - 25 moons
Pearl
ClanTwo
[ Dogmatic, Morbid, Trusting ]
[ Gathering Information, Fighting | Hunting, Swimming ]
/https://public-media.si-cdn.com/filer/a4/04/a404c799-7118-459a-8de4-89e4a44b124f/img_1317.jpg) Vine is a short-haired bi-coloured she-cat with heterochromia eyes. Her pelt is a mix of white with brown patches. Under certain lighting, her brown pelt sometimes looks grey. She has one amber eye and one green eye. She is a medium-sized cat.
Vine is dogmatic. Her principles are her truth. She is also a little morbid. She prefers carnage and blood more than anything else. Vine is a little too trusting though. She will believe anyone that's nice to her, and she is very romantic.
Rogue
One littermate open. Sandy
Molly - Hetero - 10 moons
Pearl
ClanOne
[ Impartial, Testy, Discreet ]
[ Treating Ailments | Identifying Herbs ]
 Sandy is a medium-sized short-haired she-cat with amber eyes. She is a sandy-coloured tabby with white paws.
Sandy is an impartial she-cat. She treats everyone equally. She is testy, easily irritated, and somewhat bad-tempered. She can also be impatient. Sandy is very discreet. She keeps information confidential, and is careful when speaking.
Kittypet
Relations are open. Violet
Molly - Hetero - 30 moons
Pearl
ClanTwo
[ Observant, Mean, Quick-Witted ]
[ Swimming, Climbing | Running, Fighting ]
 Violet is a slender, medium-sized she-cat with violet eyes. She is a short-haired bi-coloured cat. Her pelt is white with grey patches. She has strong hind legs that help her climb.
Violet is very observant. She is quick to notice and perceive things. She can then think and respond quickly and effectively. She is also very mean. She's rather vicious and aggressive.
Loner
Relations are open. Snow
Molly - Hetero - 15 moons
Pearl
ClanOne
[ Brave, Interfering, Meticulous ]
[ Taking care of others | Hunting, Fighting ]
 Snow is a long-haired, white she-cat with yellow eyes. She is a rather large cat.
Snow is very brave. She has a lot of courage, and can endure unpleasant conditions without showing fear. She tends to interfere at times, pushing her way into situations without invitation or necessity. She is also very meticulous, showing great attention to detail. She is careful and precise.
Kittypet
Relations are open. Leopard
Tom - Homo - 35 moons
Pearl
ClanTwo
[ Idiosyncratic, Rigid, Versatile ]
[ Climbing, Hunting | Fighting, Swimming ]
 Leopard is a short-haired, gingery-brown bengal with green eyes. His eyes are a leafy green. He is a medium-sized tom. His muscles and stature allow for him to traverse rough terrain.
Leopard is very peculiar and individualistic. He is rigid, unable to adapt or change easily, yet rather versatile, as he has a lot of talents. Leopard is truly a contradiction.
Rogue
His littermate is Frost. Relations are open. Frost
Tom - Homo - 35 moons
Pearl
ClanOne
[ Honest, Frivolous, Quirky ]
[ Climbing, Swimming, Fighting | Hunting ]
 Frost is a short-haired snow bengal. He is a white/light grey and black tom with amber eyes. He is medium-sized.
Frost is rather honest, truthful and sincere. He is carefree, and a little superficial, but he's also silly. He is unconventional and unorthodox. Be prepared for him to break rules.
Loner
His littermate is Leopard. Relations are open.
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Post by parisiansteve on Jul 21, 2021 17:57:11 GMT -5
Hi all! I’ll be on tonight to reply ~ Also, hi Pearl! Can’t wait to write with ya! ^^ I was gonna make another warrior tonight! They can’t be Nightpaw’s mentor, if ya want! |
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Jul 21, 2021 18:16:38 GMT -5
🌿Eaglebriar🌿Medicine Cat
--Molly-75 Moons--
 With || Open
Where || Gathering Place
How much longer could they possibly go on.? How much further would they be able to travel, before one of them dropped from exhaustion.? While it wasn't like the medicine cat to ever complain or admit to exhaustion, she felt the need to open her maw and beg Ashwhisker to stop for the night. Her paws ached and her joints even more so. Limping along at the edge of the small tattered group, the lanky gray and fawn molly stumbled slightly. Cursing slightly, she flashed forest green eyes to look up at Ashwhisker. Maw opening to demand to rest, she was quickly beat to it by Moorwhisper complaining that her paws would fall off if they kept going. The complaint seemed to have reached the Skyclan toms ears, as he stopped and informed them that they could rest.
A deep sigh of relief escaped Eaglebriar's chest and she slunk to a patch of ferns, crumbling them down and plopping on to her hindquarters. She knew she had a duty to check on the members of the group, make sure no one was injured in any way. Small scrapes, could turn into nasty infections. Her ears swiveled up and her head tilted to find the Shadowclan queen, Sapphiregaze. The poor molly must be exhausted and would need some herbs to keep her strength up, especially with kits on the way. While most of the members of the group were younger, one tom was the same age as her. Thistlehawk, an ambitious Thunderclan tom. She wondered how he was fairing on their journey.
"Oh..I'll see to you all in just a moment.." The murmur was spoken out loud by the elderly molly, her voice gentle and soul-filled. Always such a welcoming voice to hear, even when angered. "I just need a moment to rest my paws.." While Eaglebriar spoke to no one in particular, she felt the need to address her companions. Even the members of the group that did not originate from Riverclan, she considered apart of her own now. They were all that was left of the five great clans. They had to work together now, become one, if they would ever keep the ways of a warrior alive.
For a moment, she watched the members of the bedraggled group split apart and head in different directions. Some worked on making sleeping areas, others went to hunt. Turning her forest green eyes to the opening in the trees, she looked to the sky for answers. Had Starclan followed them from their homeland.? Would they watch over them still.? How would they ever survive if their ancestors were not here with them.? How would they guide them into building a whole new clan and choosing a leader to guide them.? While there was an obvious choice in Eaglebriar's eyes, she knew others might not feel the same way. "Are you here with us, my dear friends.? Please reach out to us soon.."
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 21, 2021 18:52:39 GMT -5
Otterbite
Tom - Heterosexual - 40 moons
𝑓𝑜𝑥 ⋆
ClanTwo
[ Riverclan ]
[ Traditional, Stubborn, Outspoken ]
[ Swimming, Fighting | Poor Land Hunter, Fearful of Heights ]
 Sturdily built but sleekly pelted, Otterbite has the Riverclan look about him. His is a solid chocolate brown tom, from nose to paw pads. The tom's coat tends to fluff up on the rare occasion it isn't slicked back by water and he has pale yellow eyes. His paws and large and wide, well-sculpted paddles that make him a strong swimmer.
Whether the tom received his warrior name for his fighting abilities or his sharp tongue, it's hard to say. Otterbite has never been a warrior to hold back his opinions, a trait that earned him many an ear-cuffing as an apprentice. He earned a reputation in Riverclan for his bluntness, but also for his dogmatic dedication to clanlife. Otterbite has never been keen on outsiders or those from other clans, and this has crippled his adjustment to recent events.
Warrior; possible deputy?
No surviving kin.
Might have a crush on Robinflight, might just have a lot of respect for her. There may not be much of a difference between the two for Otterbite tbh. Mossywing
Molly - Bisexual - 14 moons
𝑓𝑜𝑥 ⋆
ClanOne
[ Shadowclan ]
[ Enigmatic, Sarcastic, Cold ]
[ Stealth, Speed | Can't Swim ]
 A tall and lanky she-cat, Mossywing's build may have been more suited to the moors than to Shadowclan's marshes. She has a fine coat of dark silver tabby, with large patches of white decorating her neck, chest, and haunches. She has a long, feathery tail and a pair of bright golden eyes.
A newly made warrior in a time of madness, Mossywing's short life has been marked by grief and tragedy, and it has taken its toll. Once a bright-eyed and eager apprentice, Mossywing has become jaded toward her ragtag clan, her ancestors, and even life itself. She's distant and cold with her companions and is pessimistic about the future of their new clan, haunted by death terrified by the prospect of more loss.
Warrior. Muse I?
No surviving kin.
A newly made warrior, and the sole, cherished daughter of two Shadowclan cats, Mossywing found no revelry in her new title. The molly's mother, taken by illness just days prior, had not lived to see the ceremony, and her father Heronwing was soon to join his mate in death. Mossywing begged to be made a warrior while her father still lived, and took his suffix as her own to honor him--the tom succumbed to his own illness the dawn of Mossywing's vigil, clinging to life long enough to see his only daughter made a warrior. Aspen
Tom - Bisexual - 27 moons
𝑓𝑜𝑥 ⋆
ClanTwo
[ Optimistic, Protective, Endearing ]
[ Navigating Terrain, Hunting | Overly-Trusting ]
 Aspen is a thick-furred tom with tall, tufted ears. His coat is a pale ginger, with faint tabby markings across his face, the tom's chest, neck, and chin painted with pale cream. Aspen has a blocky head with a short, square muzzle, tipped with a soft pink nose and amber eyes.
Ever dutiful, Aspen took on the role of his littermates care from a young age. He holds family sacred and can be very protective of those he considers such. Despite his protective nature, he is a very trusting and sociable tom, always willing to give others the benefit of the doubt. Charismatic and warm, Aspen has a welcoming personality, and he often tries to befriend the cats he meets as a loner. He believes that he has learned from his mother's mistake in this regard, trying to form relationships whereas his mother tried to do things alone--a decision Aspen believes ultimately cost her her life.
Loner. Muse B?
Aspen and his littermates were raised by their loner mother, Sage. The queen did her best to rear her kits alone and equip them with the skills they would need to survive. However, Sage's time with her litter was tragically short. When the kits were five moons, she was killed defending them from an attacking dog. After Sage's death, Aspen took on the care of his littermates and has protected them fiercely ever since.
Open to a littermate or two.
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Post by aether on Jul 21, 2021 19:21:33 GMT -5
[ welcome! thanks for joining guys <3 i have to go to work today so i'll add those when i'm back home tonight C: but it looks fine for you guys to RP those clan cats if you wanted! Pearl if you want Greyleap to be the deputy for Clanone, I'm happy with that. 𝑓𝑜𝑥 otterbite can be deputy for ClanTwo if you'd like too! that would fill in the places C: ] |
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Post by parisiansteve on Jul 21, 2021 20:49:03 GMT -5
HERE for the Otterbite x Robinflight situation, Fox! Would love to start that soon!!
Also I’m realizing that tonight might not be open enough for me to write ;-; I’m sorry everyone. I can be around to plot, though! I promise I’ll be on tomorrow night, for sure, to make more characters and start some plots!
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 21, 2021 21:01:46 GMT -5
[ okay i am very excited to hear that--! this should be fun. let me know what you're thinkin'. ]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jul 21, 2021 21:33:39 GMT -5
🦦 Otterbite with Robinflight [ parisiansteve ].
at the Gathering Place.
This trial was a treacherous one, that much was certain. The past days of travel had felt like moons... how many had it been now? Five? Ten? When Otterbite looked back on it, they all blurred together, each day bleeding into the next, creating an indiscernible tangle of time. The tom shook his head to clear it unsuccessfully. He should have known better than to think his was through their situation by now--there was no sense in it, no answers, and it was no use. The only thing that remained now was one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other....
It was hard enough for Otterbite to do, and he was a young and able-bodied warrior. He couldn't imagine how some of the other members of their party must be faring. There were expecting queens among their ranks, kits, elders, injured and ill, all limping along with their tails in the dirt at a crawl of a pace. He wondered how much longer it would be before they began to fall. A funeral march... He thought, a choking laugh of disbelief almost escaping his maw. They wouldn't keep up this pace for long, at least not without leaving a trail of bodies in their wake.
"Let's rest here for the night," He heard Ashwhisker call, but it seemed far away, like he was hearing the tom speak in a dream, or perhaps underwater. Otterbite glanced up from where he had been watching the trod of his paws, yellow eyes narrowed to slits. He surveyed the clearing that was to be their make-shift camp, and found himself pleasantly surprised by Ashwhisker choice. As often as he disagreed with the Skyclan tom, this stopping place was as good as any. He watched as their self-proclaimed "leader" prodded around in the bushes and held back a snort of distaste with obvious strain. Otterbite was not fond of the grey-and-white tom and had made that known to all from the begining of this expedition. How Ashwhisker had even found himself in a position of leadership stumped Otterbite. The tom had no claim as far as he was concerned and no Riverclan blood to boot. Now, Robinflight on the other paw... well, she wasn't Riverclan either, but at least the molly was a deputy. As little love as Otterbite had for Thunderclan, Robinflight was the only cat that remained with a right to any power.
He watched her now, surveying the scattered party in the clearing, like a mother hen with a hundred mismatched chicks. Otterbite admired that about her--from what he had seen, she seemed selfless and dutiful... unlike a certain someone who was currently tangled in the bushes like a kit at play. As he padded toward her, he did a headcount of his own as he passed the scattered cats in the clearing, although he only counted Riverclan faces, the few that remained. It was none of his business if some cocky Shadowclan apprentice got himself lost, or whatever nonsense the other clan cats were getting themselves into on the journey. He was relieved to count Eaglebriar and Moorwhisper among the gathering crowd, and could almost imagine the faces of the clanmates that were lost to him among them as he walked. |
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Post by Pearl on Jul 21, 2021 22:27:37 GMT -5
GREYLEAP☯ 50 Moons ☯ Tom ☯ Warrior/Deputy ☯ Windclan/ClanOne ☯ Homo ☯
☯ Gathering Place ☯ Eaglebriar ☯ ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ ☯_____________________________
Greyleap slowly stretches out his muscles. Despite the long days of walking, his muscles were still sore and tender. They definitely hadn't gotten used to the long trecks. Ashwhisker kept them all moving, pushing their pace to their utmost limits. It's not like Greyleap could fault the younger tom. They needed to keep moving. They needed to find a new home. Greyleap could still remember the cats they left behind as he looked over the group that was before him. They couldn't bring everyone, and it saddened him. The one thing Greyleap cared about the most, was his Clan, and yet Windclan was one of the first clans that had to move homes. Their beautiful wide open space of a home was utterly destroyed by the twolegs and their monsterous pets that they commanded. Those cold, evil looking pets that tore up his home.
Greyleap could never forgive the twolegs for what they had done. And more than that, after they tore up his home, they even put something in the ground that made the rest of his clanmates sick! Just ripping up his home killed a few of the elderly Windclan cats that were unable to escape in time, one of whom was an old friend of his. His friend received an injury and had to retire from being a warrior. It was due to that injury that his friend was unable to move quick enough. Not being able to save him was a regret Greyleap would keep in his heart forever. Then again, it wasn't like his friend would've been able to travel with him to find a new home. Was his friend lucky he died so quickly without having to suffer?
Greyleap could still remember so vividly, how much suffering the sick cats were in. There were so many that died after getting sick, there were barely any left to travel. It sickened Greyleap whenever he thought of the twolegs. It was as he left that he decided that twolegs were trouble. All he could do, was watch as friend after friend fell to the mysterious sickness that the medicine cats could not cure. He was helpless, and distraught. Twolegs could not be trusted. All twolegs were the same. They were all destructive. That's how Greyleap felt. The clans were weak, and so it was up to him, as one of the older cats, to teach the younger generation quickly so that they can become more powerful. That was his goal.
Noticing the older medicine cat, Eaglebriar, Greyleap walks up to her. His muscles were feeling better. He wasn't as sore as when he first stopped walking. "Eaglebriar, how are you feeling?" he asks quietly. He had heard her last plea, as she begged their fallen friends to give them a sign they were still watching; any sign.
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Post by Pearl on Jul 22, 2021 0:27:16 GMT -5
ASPENFLAKE❄ 50 Moons ❄ Molly ❄ Warrior ❄ Windclan/ClanOne ❄ Hetero ❄
❄ Gathering Place ❄ Cat ❄ Username ❄_____________________________
Aspenflake sighs. Her littermate, Greyleap held a lot of anger towards the twolegs, and he showed it. She, however, refused to show just how angry she was. The molly shakes out her pelt. It felt grungy and she didn't like it. She was the type of molly who preferred a nice soak in the river, or any body of water to get rid of a day's grime. Personally, she couldn't swim, but that didn't stop the grey molly from walking in the shallows of the water to clean her pelt.
Aspenflake had a lot of thoughts as she followed the trickling sound of water. Just because she had them, doesn't mean she'd show them. She kept a calm and quiet demeanour, hoping that the body of water would have enough to wash away the grime coating her pelt. When she reaches the body of water, she notices it's only a small stream, so she decides against it. If they were going to settle here, then it'd be best to only use the stream for drinking purposes, not bathing.
Despite her calm attitude, Aspenflake was really depressed about her friends. Many of them died. Out of all the clans, Windclan had the least amount of members left. She didn't know why, but she guessed it was due to the fact that the Windclan cats fell sick much easier than the other four clans. As a kit, she'd always wanted to go travelling, but under circumstances such as this, not even the travel was enough to perk her spirits. Of course, she pretended to be fine, but she truly did miss the old territory and all of her now dead friends and family.
Aspenflake and Greyleap had two other littermates that died due to the sickness. Smoulderflare and Mistlight died one after the other. For Aspenflake and Greyleap as the eldest of the four to lose their youngest two so quickly, they felt like failures. It was their responsibility to protect their younger siblings, but they didn't and couldn't. Now, all that remained of their family were Aspenflake and Greyleap. Their parents died when they were apprentices, and now, they lost their two siblings. It was just too depressing.
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Post by Pearl on Jul 22, 2021 0:52:18 GMT -5
NIGHTPAW☪ 13 Moons ☪ Tom ☪ Apprentice ☪ Shadowclan/ClanTwo ☪ Hetero ☪
☪ Gathering Place ☪ Cat ☪ Username ☪_____________________________
Nightpaw flops to the ground. He was so tired. They'd been walking for what felt like moons, and he still didn't have the strength to walk so fast and so far. The smaller tom was only an apprentice, barely past 13 moons. All of his family died due to the twolegs and the sickness they brought with them. His parents, three littermates and two younger siblings that were just born. All of them, wiped out. As his panting subsided, Nightpaw curls up. The young tom, despite feeling superior and having fanciful thoughts, was lonely. Before, he could chat with his siblings Shadepaw and Hollypaw. Both of them were wonderful companions, but Nightpaw could only watch them waste away when they fell to the sickness.
Even his baby siblings never made it past two moons. His parents died not long after the sickness started. His mother was the first to get it due to being a queen who'd just given birth, and she was the first to die. Nightpaws two baby siblings, Icekit and Shadowkit, were the next to go. They were just too young, and too weak. Nightpaw was unable to protect them from the spreading sickness. His father was the fourth to go. The tom was so burdened by the death of his mate and younger two children, that he no longer had the will to live. His older brother Shadepaw was the fifth to go. Nightpaw had always looked up to the one that was born before him. Shadepaw was good at everything, and Nightpaw wasn't. He knew it, but that didn't stop him from hoping he'd become just as good as Shadepaw one day. All he could remember, was that Shadepaw was there the one day, and gone the next. His favourite sibling Hollypaw was the very last to go. She was so kind, sweet and gentle. She was going to be the next medicine cat, but she fell sick around the same time as Shadepaw. When she fell ill, Nightpaw was crushed. He knew he was going to be the only one remainiing in the family, and his heart was utterly crushed at the thought. He prayed to Starclan, begged them even, to not allow his younger sister, his only remaining relative, to leave him. It didn't work. Hollypaw stayed alive long enough to outlive Shadepaw, but she too, eventually fell.
It was at that moment, that Nightpaw's crushed heart brought forth stronger emotions. His fanciful and superior thoughts were one thing, but before the deaths of his family, he was still a fairly friendly and down-to-earth tom. With everyone now dead, nothing stopped Nightpaw's free reigning mind. He sunk into the depths of his mind, preferring to believe a lie over anything else. Nightpaw wasn't good at hunting and fighting, but because he wanted to be, because he wanted to be strong like his older brother Shadepaw, Nightpaw's broken mind set his brother's attributes as his own. He now believed that he was the one with the superior hunting and fighting instincts (Shadepaw), and that he would become someone great (Hollypaw). He wasn't the unremarkable Nightpaw, but a combination of Shadepaw and Hollypaw.
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Post by Pearl on Jul 22, 2021 1:09:28 GMT -5
THORNCLAW❂ 40 Moons ❂ Tom ❂ Warrior ❂ Thunderclan/ClanTwo ❂ Hetero ❂
❂ Gathering Place ❂ Cat ❂ Username ❂_____________________________
Thornclaw's large and strong body meant that he still had energy to walk, but looking at his smaller clanmates, Thornclaw felt Robinflight's thoughts of stopping were correct. He could see it in her face as she watched their other leader. He felt that Robinflight was definitely the right choice for a leader. Everything was for the benefit of the clan. If the others walked any further, they'd collapse, and if they ended up in danger, there's no way they'd be able to protect themselves. Rather than allowing everyone to run themselves ragged, resting for a bit was the best idea for everyone involved. As a 40 moon old warrior, Thornclaw had seen plenty. He's watched his leader in their daily life and watched the leaders during the gatherings. He knew what needed to be done for the clan and what didn't. While Ashwisker was running them to the ground, he was doing it because he wanted to find the right place for them to settle, and the father they were from the sickness and twolegs that killed so many of their clanmates, the safer they remained.
Thornclaw's serious nature always showed on his face, making most of the cats terrified of him. It was his demeanour just as much as his bulk. He was just that threatening. Of course, his bulk was what stopped him from becoming a good hunter. He just didn't have the speed or the reflexes to catch prey. He had enough reflexes to fight, and fight well, but that was all. The large tom stayed alert. He was a good fighter, and therefore made for a good guard. With so many cats around, danger was sure to find them, especially if some of their members wandered off somewhere. Thornclaw was reasonable, but he did get anxious easily. He worried for his clanmates. That's right. He felt that all the cats here were his clanmates. Thornclaw, as a tom who'd been alone for some time now, felt no lingering attachments to the former Thunderclan. His clan were the cats that journeyed with him to find a new home, and his mind's leader, was Robinflight. He felt that she'd make for a fantastic leader, and she'd proven herself to him on the journey.
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Post by Pearl on Jul 22, 2021 5:11:02 GMT -5
aether The subplot with muse N... there are two muse N's here: Muse N is an outsider who is expecting kits, she knows that muse O, a clan cat, is the father but when she goes to the clan to tell O and potentially join the clan, O attempts to kill her, but N manages to intervene. N is taken into the clan but nobody believes that O was the one that attacked her, as O is a respectable cat in the clan. Will b come around and be a father to his kits? Or will he get found out of his crime? What happens when N starts to fall for her? N is the cat that's expecting kits and O is the cat that fathered the kits. The 'N manages to intervene' should be 'P manages to intervene'.)
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