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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 15:53:35 GMT -5
Twelve cats, four Clans, all in one journey that will change their lives forever.
Thunder. Terrified shrieks.
The ground beneath your paws rumbled.
The sight of it all was unforgivable as you watched the scenes unravel before you.
There'd never been a storm this big, ever, in the time of the Clans.
You watched in horror as a the ground before you split open, swallowing your clanmates whole as they tried to flee.
There wasn't anything you could do to save them.
They were gone. Plummeting down into the dark pits of the earth's core to their deaths.
Your eyes clouded with grief, but there was no time. You had to get out of this camp. You had to save yourself.
Forcing yourself to look away from the terrible scene and petrified yowls, you raced away, pushing your way through the bramble entrance. As you ran another loud bang and a heavy rain began to fall, blinding you as you ran. But you could see enough not to fall into any of the eerie black opening on the ground.
Another thunderclap and the wind blew even harder, wrestling you to the floor, the impact of your fall making you splash in a puddle of mud.
You lay there dazed for a moment before blinking water out of your eyes and looking up, hearing an eerie creaking sound. Slowly, you look around, fluffing your pelt out in fear as a tree slowly plummeted towards you. You managed a yowl, trying you best to race away from the falling tree. But the mud slowed you down. The tree fell faster and faster by the second. Then everything went black.
Plot:
This is a survival roleplay about twelve cats, from four Clans; PeakClan of the mountains, OakClan of the trees, StreamClan of the water, and CopseClan of the moorland, who've survived a terrible earthquake. The cats now have no choice but to leave their old territories, and travel to find anew. The journey is filled with new challenges; two major struggled being surviving and getting along with cats from other Clans. But in the end, all twelve learn to get along and survive together, teaching each other the old ways of their Clans and slowly forming a Clan of new traits and responsibilities. And soon they'll find there new territory and start a new life, in a whole new Clan. But everything isn't so fine and dandy when they find their territory. One rebellious cat changes his mind about becoming one whole Clan with everyone else and thinks that its best for them to split the Clan in two. Some cats will agree with him, and some won't. The tension between the rebellious cats and the cats who want peace keeps rising, and hearts are broken to see friends that they once were close to taking different sides. Will a war finally break out or will something be resolved between the two groups.
Plot Rules
I. I would prefer that the majority of the Rebellious cats are from PeakClan and StreamClan since they are the most inexperienced with forest territory. But it is also possible that cats from the other Clans become rebellious too for their own reasons.
II. Cats will die on the journey. The cats are going to encounter dangerous things on their journey and it is highly unlikely that every cat will do something perfectly without being injured or in some cases, killed. Though everytime they encounter something cats won't die. Times will be chosen when the death toll rings.
III. If you want to add something to the plot/subplots, then be my guest. But just verify it with me before starting anything.
IV. I will accept of any queens that are one of the survivors of the journey. But the kits of that queen will not be added as survivors, they'll just be added as members of the group since we don't want them to take up spots for claiming.
V. When the real plot is just beginning I will be asking everyone to choose a side for there cats. It is possible for you to put both cats on one side, but we want them both to be even.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 16:20:00 GMT -5
Rules
I. Follow all the Forum Rules. This roleplay is no exception to the rules. In fact, breaking any of the rules puts this clan in jeopardy, and I really wouldn't appreciate that!
II. No god-modding, powerplaying, or spotlighting in this roleplay. I get that you might claim one of the twelve remaining Clancats, but just because they are a surviver doesn't mean they have to be the center of attention. Its annoying and takes the fun out of the roleplay.
III. Be Kind To Everyone. Come on guys, this is a given! We don't want to see any blatant ignoring, even if you're in the middle of a super awesome RP session. Even if you can't RP, say hi, talk to them, so that way, we become a happy family!
IV. You can only make one Survivor. It wouldn't be fair if you joined with three survivors and then there won't be any more spaces left for other joiners. After making your survivor you can always make a loner, there are no limits on how many loners you make. But if you specifically ask me to make at least two, then I might be accepting. Other than this, you can make as many characters you want, just be able to roleplay them all.
V. Try to Show Up At Least Twice A Week. I totally understand the pressures of school. I too have to face that struggle, but do keep in mind that by joining, you're consenting to at least a minimal amount of RPing in the clan. If you need to go on an extended leave for personal reasons, let me know and I'll keep note of that so that I don't end up removing members.
VI. This is a Semi-Literate RP. I totally understand if you're just not feeling inspired enough to write an entire paragraph, because I've been there and done that. But the minimum you should write is about two to three sentences. Any less than that can be questioned by who you are RPing with or by any of the creators.
VII. Keep your characters realistic. Unfortunately, that means no violet cats with rainbow colored eyes and bangs over their eyes. Keep it as "normal" as possible.
VIII. Pay attention to announcements. The announcements will appear on the front page of the Clan, so keep an eye on that page so you know what's going on.
Joining
In order to join you must follow this link. ⇹ Joining page
About the Cats
PeakClan cats originated from the mountainous territory. They mostly come of cats with thick and warm pelts with strong, and agile builds for hunting and jumping in their rocky environment. They are the most aggressive and territorial of the four Clans.
OakClan cats are the cats of the forest. Most cats in their Clan come in dark colors to blend in the shadows and the trees. And they, like PeakClan cats are made with powerful muscles for hunting in the trees. They are the proudest of all four Clans.
StreamClan cats lived by a stream. Their cats had glossy and warm pelts to help them swim easier. They were the only cats in the Clans to have webbed feet. StreamClan cats were the strongest and most loyal cats in the territories.
And the CopseClan cats were honestly the strangest. For they lived in a large copse, some cats were made like OakClan cats, while most had small, lean shapes for running across the moorland. They were the most patient and peaceful of all four Clans.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 16:34:19 GMT -5
The Group
The surviving(6/12 claimed)
(The survivors can be cats of any Clan and any rank)
Plumfeather of PeakClan-- Plumfeather is a very beautiful she-cat. Having a very graceful and muscular build. Despite how much time she spends in her mountain territory, though she isn't as roughly built as the warriors since she's a medicine cat. As all the cats in her clan, she has a naturally thick pelt. Her pelt is an outstanding white, that stays white, or its sometimes green if she's busy dealing with injured cats. But its her dark gray markings that gives her her name. Plumfeather's tail, ears, and paws are all a dark blueish-gray color. Except on her plumed tail, there are black tabby rings, and the tip is completely black. From the sides of her head, to her neck, and then to her chest, her fur is longer than the rest of the fur on her body, almost like a small white mane. Her fur is also longer inside of her ears, and between her toes. Since the majority of her pelt is white, Plumfeather has two multi-colored eyes, her left one being a dark forest green, while her right eye is a pale sky blue. Plumfeather's personality matches her appearance just perfectly. She's kind and sweet just as she looks. And unlike most of her clanmates, she isn't as territorial and secretive. Since she's a medicine cat, it is kind of her duty to socialize with members of other Clan's and show care to every cat in pain. And she takes her role seriously. Having the medicine cat code practically wrapped around her paw. As an apprentice Plumfather had always wanted to become a mother and have a loving mate, but as soon as she was changed to the role of a medicine cat all her dreams vanished into dust. And she accepted the fact that she would never be able to take on a mate or have kits without being punished for it first. But let alone how wrapped up in following the rules she is, Plumfeather is also wrapped up in making sure her clanmates are okay. Despite seeing everyone die after trying her hardest to save them, she has a feeling that some of them are still out there, waiting for some miracle, for her to come and help them. Before she left the PeakClan camp, Plumfeather hurt her leg pretty badly trying to save her longtime friend, Graystone. The tom had fallen over the edge of the cliff trying to escape the rain, and Plumfeather tried her best to help him back up, but the rain was too strong. She grieved for him as she clawed and jumped her way down the slippery mountains, hurt at the fact that now she never even had a chance to be his mate, and he wouldn't be there to comfort her anymore. -- Silverheart
Stormstrike of OakClan-- Stormstrike is a gray she-cat with black stripes. To make a reference, she looks like a tiger with black fur. Her eyes are dark green, but right around the pupil, they turn into a slight hazel color. She is thin and short, able to fit into small spaces, which is how she survived the disaster, by hiding away safely under the roots of a strong tree. Her tail is slightly cut off from encounters with badgers. She is a warm hearted she-cat. Her kind personality is only interrupted when meeting a strange cat or a cat from a different Clan. The she-cat likes to hang around with fellow Clanmates. Her loyalties could easily change in times of trouble though. Her trust is hard to gain. She's a hopeless romantic, and loves seeing couples fall in love, and she hopes to have a relationship of her own one day. -- Merry Christmas
Emberstrike of StreamClan-- A dark ginger she-cat with a white belly pregnant with kits and dark yellow eyes. Emberstrike was a brave she-cat with evergoing energy and a fiery personality, but changed after she saw her mate, family, and clanmates die in the earthquake. Emberstrike turned quiet and reserved, she is scared of what her kits lives will be, with only a mother to give them food. Her former mate is Tigerstripe; he died in the earthquake. -- swiftheart
Redpaw of CopseClan -- Redpaw is a dark red tom with a large, poofy tail, a lean, small build, and soft, small paws that make him light and fast on his feet. His fur is covered in dark classic tabby stripes, and his paws, chest, underbelly, and muzzle are a snow white. His large eyes are a bright, pale yellowish green colour, that gives him a rather young appearance. Redpaw is a generally quiet and shy cat, who normally has a pretty soft voice, and isn't very good at socially interacting with other cats, especially strangers or older ones. He does try though, and he gets better over time. Redpaw is friendly, determined, open minded and polite, and he can and will apologize a lot, sometimes even for the most ridiculous of things. He is also quite wise and smart for his age, using speed and intelligence for fights due to his small size. Redpaw dislikes conflict, and he isn't very fond of heights. -- Christmas themed username
Rainpaw of OakClan-- Rainpaw is a rather small she cat with long legs- that is, her legs are much longer than the rest of her body, despite her overall petite size. She has a primarily black coat with white paws, under belly, and has splashes of white on her eyes and some on her tail tip as well. Her fur is rather soft looking and fluffy, giving her a rather kit like appearance that she will never grow out of.She has wide deep green eyes, and a scar on her shoulder the shape of three claw marks from a training accident gone horribly wrong. Rainpaw is a curious she cat with a rather wry sense of humor. She tries her best to be loyal to her friends and clan, but has the problem of questioning authority if she doesn't believe that something is right.-- Sweetclover1
Zenithwing of OakClan-- At first glance, Zenithwing looks very nonthreatening. She's a very small cat, and frankly looks kind of cute. Big eyes, small pink nose, roundish ears. Her short fur is midnight black in color, and her eyes are a golden yellow. However, don't let her looks fool you. She may not be the strongest, but she is quick and agile and can hold her own remarkably well in a fight. She likes to hold herself upright, chin and head held high and challenges the gaze of any who would think her weak for her size. One look into her yellow eyes and you see a stern, formal, no-nonsense cat. While that is what she likes to be perceived as, and indeed is a serious cat most of the time, it isn't the whole truth, either. She always seems to be looking out for the wellbeing of others, making sure that everything is done as it should, that everyone is safe and fed. She likes everything nice and organized, running like a well-oiled machine. Zenithwing rarely seems to take time to enjoy herself. Indeed, she hardly seems to crack so much as a joke. She's an ambitious cat, and has dreamed of being a leader since she was a kit. She was close to being leader, too, being the deputy of her clan and caring for her elderly leader when disaster struck. She is quick to take the reigns and sort of just installs herself as the leader in any given situation. This is not to say that she doesn't have her weak spots. Zenithwing is actually a huge flirt; the sight of a cute tom has her gaze drifting, especially when she's not under the scrutiny of the public eye. Indeed, Zenithwing hardly seems to know the definition of monogamy. She is very aware that this kind of behavior can only bring about scandal after scandal, and damage her reputation, so of course she will do everything in her power to keep it under wraps. She's a diplomatic cat, but she isn't adverse to violence; indeed, she won't hesitate to use force if she sees it necessary and feasible. She is a cat that is willing to do whatever it takes for the good of all.-- Dawnmoss
Rouges and Loners
Toshi-- Toshi is a fairly large tom. With his long, powerful legs. And broad shoulder muscles. He's your perfect everyday forest cat. For he and his sister does live just around the borderline of OakClan territory. He has mildly short fur, not too short for him to be too cold in leaf-bare, and not too long for him to be too hot in green-leaf. His whole underpelt is dark ginger. But his overpelt is honestly a lot to take in.
Amber-- Unlike her brother, Amber is a literal small cat. Standing about the shoulder length of a middle-aged apprentice, clanwise. She has a longer pelt than her brother, though it is thin, which means she doesn't get too hot on warmer days. Despite how little her legs are, Amber tries her hardest to prove she can do everything any other cat could do, but better. Her fur is overall a dark cream, decorated with white markings. Her thick tail, overall the one limb on her body with the most fur, is ringed with white stripes and the whole bottom of it fades from cream to white. She has white spots along her back and just along the edges of each shoulder. And all four of her paws are white and her claws seem to never be sheathed due to how quick she can anger. Her facial markings get more complicating. On each side of her dark blue eyes, white spots are. And three more white stops mark themselves just along her forehead. While from the inner corner of her eye, next to her snout, two black lines form, most like her Cheetah ancestor, as well as a few spots that line themselves right above the two lines. Her muzzle is white. Amber is honestly a very beautiful she-cat, but she won't never let anyone address that without snapping at them first. It doesn't even take long for someone to realize how short Amber is, there's no doubt you'll also learn how much shorter Amber's temper is. She doesn't know why she's always so angry, but she does try sometimes, but not hard enough, apparently. But other than her anger, she is fearless and ambitious. A very competitive she-cat. And her shortness only make her determination to win even more powerful. She actually even finds it amusing when she ends up winning, proving her point that just because she's smaller than most, doesn't mean anything. But deep down in her heart, Amber is a very caring and loving molly. Though she only shows this side to her brother. Maybe one day, she'll find the courage to stop being so angry with the world and start loving it. -- Silverheart
Jack-- Jack is a light brown tom with chips in his ear. He is a survivor, who has lived on his own since his first night away from his mother. He has a white paw and white tail tip. His dark blue eyes completely clash with his pelt. One ear is missing due to a dog attack. Jack is a very secluded tom. He absolutely hates being around other cats, unless they're his sister, who died in the disaster. He separates himself from just about everyone. Living with others doesn't sit well with him. He is a nomadic loner, never staying in one place for very long. -- Merry Christmas
Ginger-- Ginger is a rusty colored she-cat who is around apprentice age. She wasn't near the disaster area, but felt earthquakes from it. Her eyes are brilliant yellow. She has a dark rust colored tortoise shell pattern on her pelt. She's a rather tall she-cat for her age, but she has finished growing, so she'll be an average sized she-cat when she's older. Ginger is an extremely happy she-cat. She is always smiling and bringing life to the party. However, she turns vicious in a fight. Her bounciness can annoy just about anyone who isn't patient. -- Merry Christmas
Sparrow-- parrow has a large, lean build and dark brown fur. His chest, toes, and chin are a light cream colour, and his back and tail have faint mackerel tabby stripes. Sparrow's fur is generally pretty short and sleek, but for some reason, it sticks up on his spine and head. His eyes are a bright amber colour, and he has a scar going from the corner of his mouth to top of his neck. Sparrow is a rather sassy and competitive cat. He dislikes being looked down on by cats because of his younger age, and he looks down on weaker cats himself. With cats he respects and considers friends, which there are few of, he can be nice and funny, and he's generally nicer towards she-cats. Beneath all that fluff, sassiness, and salt, Sparrow is actually a bit of a soft baby. He's also afraid of water, specifically deep and fast waters. -- Christmas themed username
Samuel-- Samuel looks like an average siamese tom. He has light cream fur with a medium brown mask, tail, legs, and dark brown paws and ears. His chest and belly fade to white, and he has a white patch just above his nose. Samuel has a small, skinny build with a long tail, and short, silky fur along with large, round, sky blue eyes that seem to have a nervous and cautious look to them. Samuel has a speech disorder that leaves him mute, so he usually communicates in sign language. He's normally pretty jumpy, cautious, and shy, especially around strangers, so it takes him a while to get used to someone. Samuel is also very kind and sweet, and is a cat who will sit down and actually listen to and sympathize with you. Samuel isn't one who gets angry easily, and he is very observant and understanding. -- Christmas themed username
Solstice-- Solstice is a dark grey tabby tom tom with a white paw and a white splash over his left eye. He has short, thick fur that is constantly in a mess, it seems almost impossible for it to ever be neat. He has heterochromatic eyes, one is a dark green while the other one is a dark, sapphire blue. His left ear is shredded from a fight he had gotten into when he was younger. On the outside this time is rather rough around the edges, untrusting of anyone due to his upbringing. While he grew up he was a part of a group of rogues quite similar to the likes of Bloodclan. Once you break through the toms shell, he's actually a big softie, one who is a bit warm and fuzzy and a complete pacifist, hating any part of fighting and tries his best to avoid anything outside of verbal conflict.-- Sweetclover1
Masaki-- Fluffy. That's the first word that would describe Masaki. He has most of the traits characteristic to the Turkish Angora breed; long, silky fur, elegant build, wide set ears, almond-shaped eyes. His fur is a soft ginger color, with tabby stripes decorating his length fur. The ginger is interrupted often with big splashes of white, mostly concentrated to his undersides. His green eyes have a yellowish tinge at the edges. He's a rather portly cat, and he isn't particularly fast or strong. This, combined with his fluffy fur, gives out the impression that he was a kittypet once, which is a correct impression. He was one, before getting lost and never finding them again. As a consequence, here you have the very soft, very pudgy tom that is Masaki. Masaki is a bit of an eccentric. He is a philosopher, a thinker; he's a cat very attuned to his feelings and those around him. He often carries a blank and unfocused look in his face, like he's looking at something very far off. Curious and studious, he likes to observes the things around him; plants, animals, the motion of nature, anything, especially flowers, and though he likes knowing the what and whys of those around him, he is very afraid of other cats. He has very poor social skills, and avoids confrontation whenever he can. However, if you can get him to trust you enough to not stutter over his every word and get to talk about something he loves, he will talk about it with the utmost love and passion about it. He's a very peaceful cat, hates violence with a passion, and is a complete hopeless romantic. He loves hearing tales of romance, and dreams of one day finding someone to love. He believes it to be the most beautiful thing any cat can experience, though he is content to watch the world and try to figure out the mysteries it holds, and love it all the more for it.-- Dawnmoss
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 16:50:52 GMT -5
Relationships
Crushes & Mates
Family
Toshi and Amber are siblings!
Mentor/Apprentices
Members
Silverheart|| Moderator/Administrator|| Plumfeather, Toshi, Amber ||
Merry Christmas || New Member || Stormstrike, Jack, Ginger ||
swiftheart || New member || Emberstrike ||
Announcements
12/20/16--- The roleplay was created.
12/20/16-- The roleplay opened.
12/20/16-- Merry Christmas and swiftheart joined with Stormstike, Emberstrike, Jack, and Ginger |
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 18:28:39 GMT -5
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 18:30:04 GMT -5
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 19:22:05 GMT -5
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Post by swiftheart on Dec 20, 2016 19:40:14 GMT -5
( Sorry, but am I able to join on this page? )
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 19:44:30 GMT -5
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 20:23:52 GMT -5
⇹ A thick fog hung over the territory the morning after. The sun just barely shining through the clouds. Plumfeather lay unconscious on her side, debris and fallen leaves half burying her. It wasn't long before the she-cat let out a faint groan. Pain in her foreleg and back of her head waking her. What had happened? Where was she? Slowly, the white and gray molly opened one blue eye, flinching at the pain it caused. Then she opened her other eye and rose to her paws, nearly falling back down as she put weight on her injured leg. My leg! Its hurt! The PeakClan medicine cat gasped at the sight of seeing how swollen it was, dried blood staining a rough cut. Hesitantly, she looked around, unsure of where she was. Tall trees circled all around her. This wasn't PeakClan territory. OakClan? StreamClan? Where am I? "Hello? Is anyone there?" She called, limping forward, trying her best not to put weight on her leg. Wherever she was, Plumfeather needed herbs. She wouldn't be able to last here, in OakClan territory, without four legs.
⇹ "Toshi!" A voice yowled through the foggy forest. It sounded eerie since there was no birdsong. Not even a single stir to notify that anything was still living. "Toshi where are you!" The voice called again. It was a small, cream and white she-cat. Her plume tail trailing on the ground as she padded forward, and her dark blue eyes were wide with fear. Amber didn't know where her brother was. He had disappeared, to the spirits knows where. Had the storm carried him away? Was he... No. He was around here somewhere. Perhaps he crossed into the Clan's territory.
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 20, 2016 20:46:44 GMT -5
Stormstrike slowly woke from pain. She noticed that she was still in the tree, but slung over a root. It had fallen over, but she managed to stay in the roots of the fallen tree. She huffed and thanked StarClan for her life, and slowly got up. The sun shone in her eyes, giving her an unpleasant awakening. Blood trickled from her shoulder most likely from the loose root that had fallen and hit her shoulder making her pass out. Slowly but surely, she leaped from root to root, pain searing in her shoulder each time, until she safely landed on the cracked ground. Chunks of dirt still clung to the roots. A giant hole had replaced the place the tree stood.
"Is anyone there?" she called, hoping that a cat would respond.
Jack limped around, searching for his sister, who had hid nearby. "Lily?" he called, and saw the fluffy tanish-white she-cat on the ground, blood trickling from her head. He padded over to her, pawing at her, and trying not to admit her death. A branch lay nearby, the cause of his sister's death. He sat near her body, his tail wrapping around his paws. Jack silently grieved there. No longer did he care if a cat came behind him to comfort him.
Ginger woke happily from her little sleeping area and ran into the forest. Her smile was destroyed as she reached the area of destruction, which hadn't been too far away from her sleeping place. The rusty colored she-cat wasn't even near the worst area. Her heart was sinking as she called for anyone else.
"Hello?" she asked loudly, stumbling clumsily over fallen branches and rocks.
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Post by swiftheart on Dec 20, 2016 20:49:21 GMT -5
Emberstrike couldn't believe what she saw, or couldn't bring herself to
Tigerstripe lay dead on the ground, his brown tabby fur messy. Emberstrike dug her head into his thick fur, trying to find his soothing scent. But she couldn't find it. All she could smell was dirt and death.
Emberstrike let out a wail of grief and curled up beside Tigerstripe. He was a amazing cat she thought.
Emberstrike forced herself to stand up, but it was hard because of her battered body. She winced as she got up, and tried dragging Tigerstripe to place that wasn't covered in blood and bodies. She wasn't able to even move him out of the spot he was in.
Emberstrike looked glumly around, she saw the dead bodies of her siblings, mother, and clanmates all around the camp.
Her kits would have no father to raise them, just Emberstrike. Tigerstripe was dead, and so was everyone else. Emberstrike forced herself to walk. She wanted to get away from this place filled with death.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 20:59:33 GMT -5
⇹ Palestream limped on in the unknown territory, fear of some OakClan warriors finding her made her pelt bristle. Though she doubted that anything survived this mess. As she neared the heart of the territory, the fresh scent of death made her gag. Guess I was right. She thought and shook her head trying to rid the nasty scent. But it wouldn't budge. Whoever died must have been nearby. "Hello?" She called. Perhaps she could help with something. "Are you okay?" She called once more.
⇹ A voice. Amber pricked her ears towards the calling yowl and looked around. "Toshi? Is that you?" She yowled, looking towards the spot where the voice had come from. Grunting, the small she-cat trotted determinedly towards the spot, hoping to find her brother. Praying that he was still alive where ever the storm had taken him off to. As she neared the spot the scent of cat came to her nostrils and she sniffed desperately. Only a she-cat. She thought in disappointment, turning away before she was noticed. There was no time for making friends. She had to find her brother, and fast. But it was too late. The stranger was already in eyesight, looking bewildered by the sight of the damaged forest. This cat was ginger just as her brother. Perhaps she had seen him. "Hey you!"
⇹ Toshi coughed as he pushed himself up to his paws. The sound of a stream rushing downriver made him perk his ears. This wasn't his forest. From the stories the OakClan cats had told him about, this was StreamClan territory. How'd he get all the way over here? He was supposed to be back in the den with Amber. Then realization hit him cold as claws sinking into him. There had been a terrible storm last night. It must have dragged him all the way here. Amber must be worried. He thought and padded into a small circle, unsure in where to head.
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 20, 2016 21:12:15 GMT -5
Stormstrike perked her ears, trying to make out the sounds clearer. Her pelt was now covered in dried blood. The cut on her shoulder was now scabbing and it made her feel better. She padded towards the cat who was calling. Is that one of my Clan members? she asked herself.
Jack's ears swiveled towards the cat calling. She-cat. Probably from one of those groups. He thought, getting up and burying his nose into Lily's fur one last time before leaving to seek out the calls. He padded away slowly. Heart torn in pieces and lonely, he wouldn't have minded a bit of company. He picked up the scent of Palestream and Stormstrike. He hoped to his ancestors that they weren't hostile.
Ginger turned. She looked at the she-cat, happy to see someone else. Fright was taking over, and she didn't like it. "Who are you?" she shouted. A new energy took over and she leaped up to Amber. "Are you looking for someone?" she asked. The ginger she-cat had always had a knack for being able to pick up emotions, but ironically enough, she never picked up an annoyed emotion.
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Post by swiftheart on Dec 20, 2016 21:19:25 GMT -5
Emberstrike winced as she tried walking onward, her shoulder was searing with pain. Emberstrike noticed a large tom with a ginger underbelly walking in a circle. She padded towards him, trying to ignore the pain. Though she collapsed on the hard ground and let out a pained yowl.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 21:23:31 GMT -5
⇹Plumfeather froze when she saw a black figure slinking itself towards her, fur fluffing out in fear. It was an OakClan cat for sure! He knew that she was invading. Instantly, the medicine cat dropped into a crouch, wrapping her plume tail around herself and shrinking away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. The storm brought me here! Please, don't tell Moonstar, I swear I didn't mean any harm." She pleaded in a quiet mew. She'd never seen this OakClan tom before. Perhaps he was a newly appointed warrior. No because then she'd have heard about him at the gatherings. "You are an OakClan warrior right?"
⇹ Amber took a few disgusted steps away from the much bigger she-cat, just barely standing at her shoulder. "Yes. I'm looking for my brother. Have you seen him? He's got dark ginger fur with light ginger tabby markings. Green eyes. Muscular." She prayed that he had went this way. But then again the storm could have taken him anywhere. If this rouge hadn't seen her brother then there was no point in her sticking around.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 21:34:29 GMT -5
Emberstrike winced as she tried walking onward, her shoulder was searing with pain. Emberstrike noticed a large tom with a ginger underbelly walking in a circle. She padded towards him, trying to ignore the pain. Though she collapsed on the hard ground and let out a pained yowl. ⇹ Toshi whipped around at the sudden yowl and raced towards the plummeting she-cat. "Are you okay?" He asked with a concerned mew. Only when he was close enough did he realize she was expecting kits and immediately helped her up, letting out a gasp. "What are you doing out here all by yourself? Anything could have happened to you or your kits." |
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 20, 2016 21:47:49 GMT -5
Jack shook his pelt. His ears pinned with fear. "Who are you? I'm Jack," he said, introducing himself as he saw Plumfeather. "No, I'm no... OakClan? You said OakClan right? I'm a loner." he grumbled. Jack lightly shook his pelt once more, cleaning himself of any remaining dust and showing his true color. Once tan again, he muttered, "Sorry if I scared you. I have a tendency to do that."
Stormstrike leaped over a fallen branch. Her shoulder screamed out in pain as she did so. Wincing slightly, the she-cat raced towards the sounds. They're alive! They're alive! She screamed happily in her head. Her smile was wiped away when she saw Jack and Plumfeather. Who are they? Oh who cares?! They're alive!
"No, I'm sorry," Ginger mewed apologetically, "I'll help you look. The name is Ginger! What's yours?" she asked, her eyes bright once more. She always enjoyed the company of any cat. Except one tom she met during her early years was a mean one. What was his name? Did he survive? No cat deserves to die. She thought, her gaze holding steady on Amber.
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Post by swiftheart on Dec 20, 2016 22:11:16 GMT -5
Emberstrike gasped for air, the impact against the cold ground had knocked the wind out of her. She staggered to her feet with the tom's help. "Ev-everyone's dead. My-My mate a-and..." Emberstrike's eyes were filled with grief. "I must go somewhere. Somewhere safe for my kits." She said before almost falling again.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 20, 2016 22:32:01 GMT -5
The dust filled Rainpaws lungs as the dark she cat woke up, pain throbbing through the apprentices body. She had been hunting near the Oakclan border, this was the first time Heronstripe ever let her go hunting alone, well sort of at least. She and a few other apprentices had been let out to hunt alone, and she knew they had been hunting further away from the border. She tried her best to move, before realizing that she couldn't, glancing behind her to find out that she was trapped by a fallen tree. The Copseclan apprentice felt fear pulse through her, wondering where everyone else was. "H-help!" She cried out, her voice scratchy from the dust.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 20, 2016 23:21:45 GMT -5
⇹ Plumfeather didn't stop trembling when he confirmed thatvhe was just a loner because Stormstrike she knew was an OakClan warrior. She'd seen her at gatherings. But there weren't anymore warriors with her. "Greetings Stormstrike," The medicine cat started, not letting her guard down. "It's unlike an OakClan cat to be by herself, ever." Hostility was clear im the medicine cat's voice as she was referring to the border fight the two Clans had not long ago. A freshly appointed warrior from PeakClan was murdered mercilessly by one of Stormstrike's proud clanmates.
⇹ Amber didn't reply, turning tail and trotting away determined to find her brother. And who was this cat to ask for her name? They weren't friends, not even associates. If she hadn't seen her brother thwn there was no point for her to be wasting her time. And where was her brother anyways? It wasn't like the wind would deliberately blow him away across the territories. Her thoughts were interrupted by a nearby yowl. A cat was in trouble. The she-cat huffed in annoyance before racing towards the yowl, jot fast since her legs weren't long enough.
⇹ Toshi nodded, his maternal instincts kicking in. Without hesitation the tom pressed against the queen in comfort. "There, there, you'll be safe with me. Come on. Stay close to me." He said and guided across the way, making sure to scent for Amber. He knew his sister wouldn't approve of him bringing a pregnant she-cat with him as they traveled, but she needed someone to help her. "What's your name? Mine is Toshi." |
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 20, 2016 23:29:37 GMT -5
Stormstrike bowed her head. "Plumfeather," she snapped back in greeting. Her tail tip was flicking with hostility. "Why are you in OakClan territory?" she asked, keeping her head down and ears pinned. Even if Plumfeather was a medicine cat, Stormstrike's hostility was obvious and a rude remark would have been said if she hadn't shut her trap.
Jack muttered something. "Look, you both know about the natural disaster, yes? Well I do too. There are cats dead and dying, and if we don't want to be dead, we had better get going before an after shock hits," he snapped, not caring for either of their positions.
Ginger leaped after her, easily keeping up. Her ears were forward with interest. What happened to these cats to make them so... Hostile? she asked herself, still not old enough to understand a want to be left alone.
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Post by swiftheart on Dec 20, 2016 23:30:22 GMT -5
Emberstrike would usually snap at a cat who tried to help her, careful of her pride not to get hurt. But she was grateful that she wouldn't have to die out here in the open. "My name is Emberstrike." She said, she then noticed how the tom seemed to be looking for something, or someone. "What are you looking for?" She asked curiously.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 21, 2016 0:02:37 GMT -5
⇹ Plumfeather's pelt began to bristle and she opened her jaws to give a shatp retort until the liner tom, Jack spoke up. Instantly, the she-cat stood and locked her chest fur thoughtfully. Instinct wo you ld have made her heal Stormstrike's shoulder, but since she had an attitude with her, she refused to help her with anything. "Alright then Jack. Lead the way."
⇹ As she neared, the yowls grew more clear. Someone was on desperate need of help. What could have happened to them? A new determination made her run faster as she wanted to be thw hero in this situation, not some long-legged loner kit! Soon the small she-cat skidded to a stop, the cat in distress coming to view. It qas a little black cat and it carried a scent she'd never smelled before. "Hang on kit, here I come. Just don't move." |
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 21, 2016 0:22:43 GMT -5
Jack leaped away from the she-cats, expecting them to follow. His tan pelt blended almost perfectly with the settling dust, so he made sure to stay close to them. "Say the word, and we'll go faster." he murmured, hoping they heard him. He was going back to Lily. They could help him bury his sister.
Stormstrike kept a straight face as they jumped through the forest. What happened to my home? she wondered, hoping that everything would be alright.
Ginger stood back. I'll only help if I'm needed. She seems to have got this. she thought, watching the black apprentice. What would make her pain subside? she wondered aimlessly, thoughts jumping from subject to subject.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 21, 2016 12:20:44 GMT -5
⇹ Plumfeather limped heavily after Jack as he lead them through the forest. Her leg hurt more now that she'd walked all this way, when she looked down she could see that the cut had grown a nasty pink. She could only imagine what Stormstrike's cut was looking like. And who am I to turn down a cat in need? Now she'll need me more than ever, even the warrior code says that rival Clans should help each other when times get rough. Plumfeather sighed softly, trying to match pace with the OakClan warrior, though it hurt her leg to do so. "Hey, that shoulder wound looks pretty bad.
⇹ The small she-cat worked her way up and down the fallen tree, trying to think of a way to get the cat out from underneath. "How'd you even manage this? I've never known a cat to be stupid enough to let a tree outdo them." She hissed in mild frustration. Her paws weren't big enough to dig her out. She would need help from someone bigger than her. Someone like Toshi... A low growl rumbled in her throat at the thought of her brother. Now was just the perfect time to disappear. Bunching her muscles, she leapt up on the tree to see if she could find another way.
⇹ Toshi didn't answer at first for he was busy searching their surroundings. "I'm looking for my Amber- I mean, my sister, her name is Amber. The storm swept me away when we were looking for shelter. I can bet she's having a fit right about now." |
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 21, 2016 12:49:28 GMT -5
⇹ The tree shook as the younger cat squirmed around and Amber had to dig her claws into the bark to keep herself from falling. "Stop moving mouse-brain! Do yoy want to be saved or not." She demanded and leapt back down from the tree. It wss still pretty loose, if the apprentice kept moving around it would completely fall and squah her. But with the right handling, maybe.
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