Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
Nightspark looked at the Outsider... He wanted to know what was life in the clans... There was a little conflict in himself, just chase the Outsider out? Or try to see if he could be useful... Even tho his face wasn't showing it, he was divided... Still tensed and ready for a fight, he asked "Tell me about yourself. And maybe I won't attack you on spot. If your good enough for me, you will have to see Larkwing, our leader, to be sure if RiverClan keeps you. One thing that you have to know however, you won't be able to see your close friends or family for a long time, a very long time. Or ever again. If you have some of them of course. Think wisely."
Edward thought for a second. 'I dont have any friends, and I dont know my family...' Edward looked at the wild cat and steeled up, saying "alright, I'm Edward, and I live in a nofur nest. I haven't seen my nofurs in a long time, however. I'm not even sure if they're returning to their nest. I'd prefer to be referred to by my name instead of using pronouns. I've barely been outside of my nofur's nest as well."
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"Thou art unfit for any place but hell."~shakespear
Slime'Tuft is JuniperClan's medcat app. and has a semi-open den policy auction day! i cant believe it!
Desert Rain Frog hopped in! Blxze. lit this sig. *Lunastar* trampled this sig doing quadrobics. ~MothDust~ drew silli kittis here. leopard. brought her cats in here to destroy the place.
Name: Sylarose Gender: She-cat Is your character a kit or an expecting queen?: No Reason for Joining: Looking for her daughter, Tansypaw Brief description of the plot: Sylarose has been tracking her daughter for around 10 moons and has finally received intel that leads her to believe she is currently with one of the four 'Clans'. RiverClan is the second one she has come across. Rank Request: Warrior New Name Request (optional): Duskbird (for her pelt coloring and habit of humming) Mention Me: @FrostyGalaxy
SYLAROSE loner - thirty moons
(@/FrostyGalaxy I figure I would just add this one onto Talia's!)
She is well aware the phrase is 'third times' the chart', but to the stars that shine in the sky above Sylarose prays that she won't have to deal with another self-center, arrogant "Clan cat". Knowledge of these groups had only come two days prior while scouring Twolegplace, and yet it had failed to be mentioned of how overly hostile they could be. But such time had passed to where the tall she-cat had put it behind her as her paws make their way across muddy ground. Flecks of dirt sprinkle across her pelt and a streak of soil from where she had slid is still present underneath her eyes and along her cheeks. There had been no time really to find a stream to wash off in, and it wasn't like she would stop if there was. No, she was so close to finding her daughter, she could practically smell her. Something told her she was here, among this group of cats. She had to be.
The border creeps up faster than Sylarose expected but she pays no mind to it and crosses it with determined grit. Blue eyes narrow and try to sort out the shadows of the forest from the dying rays of sunlight behind her though her speed never slows. Instead it picks up, paws maneuvering around sticks and puddles and frogs that croak once before leaping out of the way. Part of her heart aches to call for her precious daughter, but she is smart enough to know that she is likely outnumbered in this territory. So onwards she presses, tail lashing and figure slinking low to the ground.
Larkwing had been wandering the territory, out for a walk so she could think properly, when an unfamiliar scent caught her. Briefly, she thought it might be one of the other clan's parading around on RiverClan territory, but the scent wasn't that of the four clans. Cautiously, Larkwing stalked forward, wondering if perhaps this was that William cat Sootpelt had warned her about, but what she saw wasn't a tom, but an older molly - older than her at least - wandering confidently through RiverClan's territory.
After a moment of observing her, Larkwing stepped out of the reeds she was hiding in with a low growl in the back of her throat, ready to defend her territory if she needed to. "You seem to care little for borders or boundaries," the leader observed with a low hiss, challenging this outsider, though her gaze was more wary than it was hostile.
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Originally Posted by Spooky_Sus_Bean
@FrostyGalaxy
A bucket of some sort, being pushed by 3 kits inside of said bucket, slowed to a stop in the territory. One of the kits- Chocolate- poked his head out of the bucket."the coast is clear- WOAH!!!"*The youngest of the three- vanilla- had tipped the bucket back upright. Now the kits were able to sit down. The three looked around and an unfamiliar scent caught them. It wasn't William but it also didn't smell like a housecat. Strawberry knocked the bucket over again and all three kits came tumbling out. Chocolate began to stand up, however his siblings had started arguing. "Enough. We've got our only method of avoiding William and perhaps if we meet one of the clan cats I heard live around here we might end up with another." He batted Vanilla's ear and Strawberry's flank.Vanilla stood up slowly. Strawberry had caught the scent and decided to get up and follow it- tripping over every so often.
She really does find the strangest things out on the territory - this time the RiverClan leader found it in some random twoleg garbage with kit scent all over it... "Hello?" larkwing says, experimentally poking the box, "is there someone in there?"
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Originally Posted by kyoufudrefan
SPIDER
a black and white tuxedo with greenish eyes. 8 moons
`ow..wait.. what is this place? A clan?`
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spider quietly followed the stream onto the damp territory, nose twitching as the scent of other cats flooded his senses. The scrawny, nervous wreck of a tom didnt want to get any closer, laying his haunches down and leaning his head back to lick his still bleeding wounds, they would probably get infected, he thought.
`..hello? Anycat there?`
He’d call out quietly, worried he’d get attacked for even stepping foot on this area, he didnt need more wounds.
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@FrostyGalaxy
Maybe the borders needed to be marked a little harsher, because it felt like every time Larkwing left the safety of camp, there was suddenly a loner or a kittypet in her territory. Sighing, Larkwing caught the scent of blood and injury on this cat, so this perhaps she should approach this a little more gently than the others.
"You're on RiverClan territory, are you aware of that?" She asks, slinking out of the tall reeds and sitting several paces away from this injured intruder.
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Originally Posted by Spirit_life_yt
Fire sighed as he limped through the territory, his eyes looking up as he sniffed around, strong clan smell was near him as he walked"hello?" he said looking around.
@Frostygalaxy.
"Can I help you?" Larkwing asks, slipping out of the reeds nearby and blocking this outsider's path. She does not openly show hostility, but her ears do lay flat on her head, her expression guarded and tail swishing.
Larkwing had been wandering the territory, out for a walk so she could think properly, when an unfamiliar scent caught her. Briefly, she thought it might be one of the other clan's parading around on RiverClan territory, but the scent wasn't that of the four clans. Cautiously, Larkwing stalked forward, wondering if perhaps this was that William cat Sootpelt had warned her about, but what she saw wasn't a tom, but an older molly - older than her at least - wandering confidently through RiverClan's territory.
After a moment of observing her, Larkwing stepped out of the reeds she was hiding in with a low growl in the back of her throat, ready to defend her territory if she needed to. "You seem to care little for borders or boundaries," the leader observed with a low hiss, challenging this outsider, though her gaze was more wary than it was hostile.
She really does find the strangest things out on the territory - this time the RiverClan leader found it in some random twoleg garbage with kit scent all over it... "Hello?" larkwing says, experimentally poking the box, "is there someone in there?"
Maybe the borders needed to be marked a little harsher, because it felt like every time Larkwing left the safety of camp, there was suddenly a loner or a kittypet in her territory. Sighing, Larkwing caught the scent of blood and injury on this cat, so this perhaps she should approach this a little more gently than the others.
"You're on RiverClan territory, are you aware of that?" She asks, slinking out of the tall reeds and sitting several paces away from this injured intruder.
"Can I help you?" Larkwing asks, slipping out of the reeds nearby and blocking this outsider's path. She does not openly show hostility, but her ears do lay flat on her head, her expression guarded and tail swishing.
Chocolate saw Larkwing and immediately backed against the bottom of the bucket. Strawberry looked at Larkwing and sat up formally. Vanilla seemed friendly as she gently leapt out of the bucket. "Hello! I'm Vanilla and these are my brothers Strawberry and Chocolate. We're currently trying to hide from a nasty tom called William, who killed our parents and left us to starve. Fortunately the three of us are 5 moons old and very brave. By any chance are you in a clan and if possible could me and my siblings join it?"
Chocolate soon hesitantly jumped out of the bucket with Strawberry soon following."We'll do whatever it takes to prove ourselves!" Chocolate mewed confidently.
Paws that have been carrying her like a swift breeze half momentarily as a low growl worms its way to her ears. Sylarose lifts her head, ears swiveling around and eyes locking onto the form of an unknown stranger sliding out from the undergrowth. The same scent that lingered in the territory is on this cat's pelt too, so she turns her full attention towards her. "I don't mean to intrude," the tabby-patched she-cat starts hastily, ducking her head in a show of submission. "I am looking for my daughter. Muffin. I only mean to find her. She was... taken from me, almost four seasons ago now. Gray, cream, white... Please." It is nearly impossible for the grieving mother to keep the desperation out of her tone as she speaks to this stranger.
Sylarose knows it's a long shot, and that there were likely hundreds of cats in these groups if the rumors are to be believed. "I was told she was spotted hear, in one of these groups. But the loner I got the information from wasn't sure which one." There is a pleading look in her blue eyes. "My name is Sylarose. I promise you I bring no harm to your group. I just... I need to know where my daughter is."
Larkwing had been wandering the territory, out for a walk so she could think properly, when an unfamiliar scent caught her. Briefly, she thought it might be one of the other clan's parading around on RiverClan territory, but the scent wasn't that of the four clans. Cautiously, Larkwing stalked forward, wondering if perhaps this was that William cat Sootpelt had warned her about, but what she saw wasn't a tom, but an older molly - older than her at least - wandering confidently through RiverClan's territory.
After a moment of observing her, Larkwing stepped out of the reeds she was hiding in with a low growl in the back of her throat, ready to defend her territory if she needed to. "You seem to care little for borders or boundaries," the leader observed with a low hiss, challenging this outsider, though her gaze was more wary than it was hostile.
She really does find the strangest things out on the territory - this time the RiverClan leader found it in some random twoleg garbage with kit scent all over it... "Hello?" larkwing says, experimentally poking the box, "is there someone in there?"
Maybe the borders needed to be marked a little harsher, because it felt like every time Larkwing left the safety of camp, there was suddenly a loner or a kittypet in her territory. Sighing, Larkwing caught the scent of blood and injury on this cat, so this perhaps she should approach this a little more gently than the others.
"You're on RiverClan territory, are you aware of that?" She asks, slinking out of the tall reeds and sitting several paces away from this injured intruder.
"Can I help you?" Larkwing asks, slipping out of the reeds nearby and blocking this outsider's path. She does not openly show hostility, but her ears do lay flat on her head, her expression guarded and tail swishing.
SPIDER
LONER
A SLIM BLACK TOM WITH GREEN EYES AND WHITE MARKINGS
8 moons `im sorry.. so sorry.`
- at the voice, he’d flinch back, making himself seem much smaller than before. Frowning as the uncomfortable feeling of his fur wet and clumped together, blood like glue how it held his fur like so. Feeling the need to respond, he’d do just that.
`mhm.. i uh.. i smelt the.. the markers. Im sorry, i just.. can i.. stay.. for a sunrise or two? I just need to clean my wounds- i wont eat your prey, i promise.`
The kit pleaded, (since hes still technically a kit, apprentice is a role not an age thing, you know that though)his ears flat against his head, he truly didnt want to get hurt again.
Edward thought for a second. 'I dont have any friends, and I dont know my family...' Edward looked at the wild cat and steeled up, saying "alright, I'm Edward, and I live in a nofur nest. I haven't seen my nofurs in a long time, however. I'm not even sure if they're returning to their nest. I'd prefer to be referred to by my name instead of using pronouns. I've barely been outside of my nofur's nest as well."
Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
The Lionheart thought a moment... No fur? What was that? Until he realized... That cat was kittypet... He had nothing with them, apart that they didn't knew what StarClan was and that they weren't usually aware about intruding clans territories... They were usually... The most annoying... They wouldn't put a fight like Outsiders did, but they didn't knew the danger that they were facing... Especially in front of cats like him... He retained a grimace... "You have to leave. You are lucky you fell on me. And I am in a good mood or now you would be only shreds. Kittypets like you don't understand the dangers they are facing here. You don't even know how to fight. Then imagine yourself in front of a dog or a badger. You don't have the required capabilities to enter a clan ", purely provocative. He was a bit curious to see how the cat would react. Maybe it could change his lind who knew... Plus, it wasn't like the kittypet could do heavy damage on him...
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
Susie screamed in terror when she saw that the fire was spreading through the walls and the floor, she ran as fast as she could towards the exit but it was blocked by a burning flame, she stopped in her tracks, finding herself trapped in the fire, paralyzed by fear, she desperately searched with her eyes for another exit, then she saw a broken window, It was risky, but it was the only way out, She ran as fast as she could towards the window, forcing her tired body to run faster, and with a jump she felt the glass tearing her soft white fur, once out of danger she looked around bewildered, not knowing what to do, she felt weak from the exertion, injuries and smoke inhalation, not knowing exactly what she was doing, she walked aimlessly towards the forest.
After walking for a while, Susie began to smell a strange smell that she did not know, she did not know who or what it was, she saw a cat nearby, she did not know what his intention was but she knew that he could help her, then she felt that everything turned black around her and that the strange cat that was approaching her and everything fade away, her aching and weak body succumbed to injuries and fell unconscious to the ground.
Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
The Lionheart was walking... Thoughtful... The So he had decided to take a walk... Suddenly, in a distance, he picked a scent... A strange one... And even further, another one, he decided to approach the nearset scent...
A wounded and unconscious cat... That was what he found when he arrived at the place the scent was coming from... He approached and checked... The wounds were unusual, burns and scratches... And the scent was one of smoke... Fire... He guessed... So that cat was a survivor, and the second scent he was picking in distance was a fire... The massive Lionheart looked at the cat... He couldn't let that cat in the territory and especially in that state... He grabbed the cat by the scuff and dragged him all the way to RiverClan to get her healed... Maybe...
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"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
The Lionheart thought a moment... No fur? What was that? Until he realized... That cat was kittypet... He had nothing with them, apart that they didn't knew what StarClan was and that they weren't usually aware about intruding clans territories... They were usually... The most annoying... They wouldn't put a fight like Outsiders did, but they didn't knew the danger that they were facing... Especially in front of cats like him... He retained a grimace... "You have to leave. You are lucky you fell on me. And I am in a good mood or now you would be only shreds. Kittypets like you don't understand the dangers they are facing here. You don't even know how to fight. Then imagine yourself in front of a dog or a badger. You don't have the required capabilities to enter a clan ", purely provocative. He was a bit curious to see how the cat would react. Maybe it could change his lind who knew... Plus, it wasn't like the kittypet could do heavy damage on him...
(sorry 4 late reply-)
Edward tilted Edward's head at the term 'kittypet', but was otherwise unperturbed. "Sometimes dogs occasionally broke into my nofur's nest. I'm not sure why they'd do that though." Edward shrugged dismissively, "Usually I hid, but I did injure one to scare it off every now and then." Edward added on "I think it was a total of one time that i successfully injured one, in all honesty."
(sorry 4 short reply, in english when writing this)
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"Thou art unfit for any place but hell."~shakespear
Slime'Tuft is JuniperClan's medcat app. and has a semi-open den policy auction day! i cant believe it!
Desert Rain Frog hopped in! Blxze. lit this sig. *Lunastar* trampled this sig doing quadrobics. ~MothDust~ drew silli kittis here. leopard. brought her cats in here to destroy the place.
"Can I help you?" Larkwing asks, slipping out of the reeds nearby and blocking this outsider's path. She does not openly show hostility, but her ears do lay flat on her head, her expression guarded and tail swishing.
Fire perked as he heard a voice the tom arched himself as he turned to see the riverclan leader come out of the reeds. The orange ginger striped tom relaxed a bit but kept his guard up as he stared at larkwing with his one eye. The scarred tom stood tall and confident, his throat cleared as began to speak"Hi my name is fire, or smoke i go by a lot of names hehe" he paused for a moment, the nervous feel could be felt as it climbed up his his neck*Don't ruin it this is your only chance!* he thought as he nervously grinned"I've heard rumors about the clans and i thought maybe i could join one, so I was wondering if I could join" he continued on until he stopped talking. His scarred tail and ears twitched as his body and face stood still facing the leader, would the leader accept him? A loner who had wandered the outskirts? a cat who had faced badgers more than he had faced a hawk? The toms questions grew as he was worried he may not be accepted to the clan.
Chocolate saw Larkwing and immediately backed against the bottom of the bucket. Strawberry looked at Larkwing and sat up formally. Vanilla seemed friendly as she gently leapt out of the bucket. "Hello! I'm Vanilla and these are my brothers Strawberry and Chocolate. We're currently trying to hide from a nasty tom called William, who killed our parents and left us to starve. Fortunately the three of us are 5 moons old and very brave. By any chance are you in a clan and if possible could me and my siblings join it?"
Chocolate soon hesitantly jumped out of the bucket with Strawberry soon following."We'll do whatever it takes to prove ourselves!" Chocolate mewed confidently.
"I've heard a thing or two about William," Lark admits to the three kits, filing that information away for later. Is RiverClan becoming some sort of safe haven for all kittens tormented by that idiot loner? Well, if that was the case, at least Larkwing knew that she had protected at least some cats. "Well, if you're looking for a safe place, RiverClan certainly isn't as safe as you'd probably like. You'll have to learn how to swim, hunt and fight. It's far from an easy life and there's still a possibility William might get in despite our efforts to keep him out. Are you still interested?"
Paws that have been carrying her like a swift breeze half momentarily as a low growl worms its way to her ears. Sylarose lifts her head, ears swiveling around and eyes locking onto the form of an unknown stranger sliding out from the undergrowth. The same scent that lingered in the territory is on this cat's pelt too, so she turns her full attention towards her. "I don't mean to intrude," the tabby-patched she-cat starts hastily, ducking her head in a show of submission. "I am looking for my daughter. Muffin. I only mean to find her. She was... taken from me, almost four seasons ago now. Gray, cream, white... Please." It is nearly impossible for the grieving mother to keep the desperation out of her tone as she speaks to this stranger.
Sylarose knows it's a long shot, and that there were likely hundreds of cats in these groups if the rumors are to be believed. "I was told she was spotted hear, in one of these groups. But the loner I got the information from wasn't sure which one." There is a pleading look in her blue eyes. "My name is Sylarose. I promise you I bring no harm to your group. I just... I need to know where my daughter is."
Sympathy floods Larkwing's belly as this grieving mother's desperate pleas to find her daughter wash over her. She can't imagine losing a child and the tireless search that might follow such a thing. The description does ring a bell, though the name does not... still, Larkwing calms down some, assured that all this mother - Sylarose - wants is to find her daughter.
"That description rings a bell, though I don't recognize the name. If we're talking about the same cat, she goes by the name Tansypaw now and is training to be the clan's medic." Lark sits down as she speaks, prepared for this conversation to take a few heartbeats more. "But if she's not who you're searching for, what will you do? Will you leave our territory and continue your search? And, if she is your daughter, will you stay with us?"
[ I can ask mitts if he wants to have Tansy come in and confirm syla's tansy's mom if you'd like - i think that'll make lark a little more comfortable w/ letting syla in hehe ]
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Originally Posted by kyoufudrefan
SPIDER
LONER
A SLIM BLACK TOM WITH GREEN EYES AND WHITE MARKINGS
8 moons `im sorry.. so sorry.`
- at the voice, he’d flinch back, making himself seem much smaller than before. Frowning as the uncomfortable feeling of his fur wet and clumped together, blood like glue how it held his fur like so. Feeling the need to respond, he’d do just that.
`mhm.. i uh.. i smelt the.. the markers. Im sorry, i just.. can i.. stay.. for a sunrise or two? I just need to clean my wounds- i wont eat your prey, i promise.`
The kit pleaded, (since hes still technically a kit, apprentice is a role not an age thing, you know that though)his ears flat against his head, he truly didnt want to get hurt again.
"It's ok, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you," Lark attempts to sooth the young cat's worries, sitting down and picking her ears back up, appearing unthreatening. "Do you have a home?"
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Originally Posted by Spirit_life_yt
Fire perked as he heard a voice the tom arched himself as he turned to see the riverclan leader come out of the reeds. The orange ginger striped tom relaxed a bit but kept his guard up as he stared at larkwing with his one eye. The scarred tom stood tall and confident, his throat cleared as began to speak"Hi my name is fire, or smoke i go by a lot of names hehe" he paused for a moment, the nervous feel could be felt as it climbed up his his neck*Don't ruin it this is your only chance!* he thought as he nervously grinned"I've heard rumors about the clans and i thought maybe i could join one, so I was wondering if I could join" he continued on until he stopped talking. His scarred tail and ears twitched as his body and face stood still facing the leader, would the leader accept him? A loner who had wandered the outskirts? a cat who had faced badgers more than he had faced a hawk? The toms questions grew as he was worried he may not be accepted to the clan.
"You wish to join?" She asked, face neutral but her tail lashed behind her once. Would she be bringing in someone who would bring them to ruin? "How do I know you won't be a detriment to my clan? Can you hunt? Can you fight?" Unless he was born with those scars, Lark was pretty certain she had the answer to the question about fighting, but she still felt she needed to ask. "Can you swim at all? If you join us learning to swim is imperative."
Re: RiverClan Outsider Joining
