Dark Forest Territory

[ChillCat]

"I am the Dark forest mentor. I'm already dead." Sparrowpaw hadn't already figured this out? Ghostflight had to stop assuming what Sparrowpaw knew. "Any more burning questions?" @Goldenmac @Mal

[Snow Fox]

"Snapfang. I have a fellow apprentice named.... I didn't get his name." Foxpaw said. She shrugged. "So your dead," She pointed at Ghostflight, "and your in my clan," She pointed at Sparrowpaw, "Right?"
@ChillCat @Goldenmac

[Caramel]

Originally Posted by ChillCat

"I am the Dark forest mentor. I'm already dead." Sparrowpaw hadn't already figured this out? Ghostflight had to stop assuming what Sparrowpaw knew. "Any more burning questions?" @Goldenmac @Mal

Originally Posted by Mal

"Snapfang. I have a fellow apprentice named.... I didn't get his name." Foxpaw said. She shrugged. "So your dead," She pointed at Ghostflight, "and your in my clan," She pointed at Sparrowpaw, "Right?"
@ChillCat @Goldenmac

(Sparrowpaw did know that lol)
"Y-yeah, my real mentor is Foggybrook." Sparrowpaw said.
The possibility of Foggybrook being some kind of traitor pricked at his pelt, Ghostflight's so much cooler! And is loyal to Shadowclan! She tried to give Dawnstar a life after all. he thought, dreading waking up.

[Kitty12]

Lionkit walked up to the dark cold cave mean cats were pouncing at him

[Abyssopelagic]

Palepaw had turned in early, with the increasingly cold days, she wanted to spend as little time out of her nest as she possibly could. Sadly this usually meant less training, but everyone seemed to be staying in camp a lot more lately anyway, so she didn't feel too bad about this.
She curled up in her nest and eventually drifted to sleep.

The sound of wind in her ear and the smell of decay woke her up. It was a harsh and unfamiliar scent, and very jarring compared to her nice warm den.
She stood up and looked around. It didn't seem to be cold like the Clan territory was, so.... where was she? It seemed an odd place to dream of.


@ghostwriter

[ghostwriter]

@Rainquail

The towering spires of skeletal trees cast ominous shadows across the mossy forest floor. The sky above was perpetually dark, stuck in a starless twilight. There were whispers and distant movement echoing through the desolate clearing, but the most foreboding sound was the telltale crunch of pawsteps against the leaf litter.
A huge, Longhaired ginger she-cat emerged from the shadowy Bracken, her pelt fringy and dull; hanging on her frame like drapings of lichen. Her eyes glowed lambent emerald in the oppressive dusk.
She offered Palepaw a nearly unsettling smile, fangs glinting faintly.
“Welcome, young one.”

[Fletcher]

@Erebus
(Hey hey! I'm from this thread if you don't remember! Hope you're still up for this rp, let me know if you don't want to do it any more! )

Hallowstep had fallen asleep- at the corner of the warrior's den, away from his denmates- isolated.

He was sleeping, yet awake. He felt a cold chill rush over his fur- wind, strong wind, awful stuff. The tom attempted to curl in on himself tighter, but the more he attempted to ignore the wind, the harsher it got.

He lifted his head- the wind had gone. Where was he?

Hallowstep murmured to himself as he attempted to raise himself up. Heavy, he felt so heavy, and sluggish.

Eyes open, he stared to the sky- not a sky, a canopy. Trees stretched so, so far up.

[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by ghostwriter

@Rainquail

The towering spires of skeletal trees cast ominous shadows across the mossy forest floor. The sky above was perpetually dark, stuck in a starless twilight. There were whispers and distant movement echoing through the desolate clearing, but the most foreboding sound was the telltale crunch of pawsteps against the leaf litter.
A huge, Longhaired ginger she-cat emerged from the shadowy Bracken, her pelt fringy and dull; hanging on her frame like drapings of lichen. Her eyes glowed lambent emerald in the oppressive dusk.
She offered Palepaw a nearly unsettling smile, fangs glinting faintly.
“Welcome, young one.”

Palepaw turned to Pikefang upon hearing the crunching footsteps, distracted from previously paying attention to the landscapes around her, fascinated by their unearthly appearance.
She regarded the larger feline with a tilt of the head.
She was scared, for sure, everything about this place made her skin crawl and dread settle 8n her belly, but it was far outweighed by curiosity.
The pale silver-grey patch almost seemed to glow in the odd lighting, a stark contrast from her dark brown fur and soft grey underside.
"Hello, miss. Where am I? And who are you? I'm Palepaw."
Her soft questions harshly echoed in the desolate waste. Eyes wide, she looked around again.
"This is.... interesting."

[poppy]

( O P E N )

Darkmoon looked up at the sky. The endless dark atmosphere was uninviting to the faint of heart. Pleasure spread through her. Finally she was here again. She was well acquainted with this dark, dreary place. Of course it had its flaws, but everything did. Like most cat grovel at the paws of StarClan, with their noses in the dirt, missing the rest of the world, one full of opportunities. As far as she knew, this place was here for cats who put their heads up and defied StarClan. Of course there are the weaklings, the unsure. They would be rooted out soon enough.

Her paws made a gross squishing sound as she padded through the undergrowth. Darkmoon knew she was younger than the rest of the trainers, because she was alive. That didn't change anything except for the fact that she had more to do.

[Exis]

Blackhaze roamed around boredly. He was starting to get really annoyed.
@Zesty Mango