Well, that was an interesting way to decide whether your kin is fit enough to handle themselves or not. Dawnstar cocked her head at Rumble's clear drive to make something of herself and eagerness to improve. However, killing a bunch of soft, weak, siblings wasn't all that impressive. Dawnstar could have killed her traitorous sister ten times over and that wouldn't have done anything other than earning her mother's scorn, or so she believed. Still, she wasn't Icestar and she could use more outsiders. It was easier for her to earn and keep their loyalty compared to many of her clanborn clanmates. "What happened to your parents?" Dawnstar asked curiously before making any final decisions.
Rumble glanced up again, noticing the intrigued look on the cats face. Good. Keep it up and soon we'll be the best in this dumb forest. The voice seemed proud of of her at least. "My parents? Well my Father took me to watch him fight a loner named Gater. I watched him get devoured. My mother had gone to get some prey from our small pile but........I guess I forgot to tell her about the Deathberrys nearby." Rumbles smile turned sinister as the thought of her parents timely demieses crossed her mind. She had been the one to tell her Father that Gater, the famous loner, was bleeding and weak. And those Deathberries hadn't rolled into the preys stomachs on its own. But surly a big cat like this wouldn't mind abit of killing, right?
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Rajah's tail swished along the pine covered ground as the molly spoke once more. He was slightly disappointed that the rumors weren't true; it would have interested him to see exactly how they ate each other first paw. "Who knows how any of these things start. One cat says something, and it gets twisted in an endless tangle until the truth is merely another story among the many."
Her next question brought a slight frown to the Toyger's face. He had hoped not to delve into the one thing he didn't like talking about since he viewed it as a weakness. As a rogue you learn quickly to rely on yourself and do whatever it takes to survive. Rajah prided himself on being the epitome of selfish with a touch of arrogance. The perfect rogue. But really...
"I want a purpose. Living alone only goes so far. What's the point of continuing to survive if your life has no meaning? I came here to find something to dedicate myself to, to be useful to." His light green eyes softened for a second, vulnerability showing briefly before disappearing just as fast.
"You know, I don't think I ever got your name. I would be honored if you would grace me with your name, so I have words to put with your gorgeous face." Rajah's words were sly and his smirk teasing, though it was clear he wasn't truly serious. It was all bravado to gloss over the fact that he had just shared his greatest insecurity with a complete stranger who held his fate in her paws.
She growled and raised her hackles. Fine, I'll leave! She spat, running off. She turned to get one last look at the molly. She hissed before running off.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Her tail hadn't been like that, or so Dawnstar was pretty certain. The large leader got up once more and padded around to sniff at the kit's tail without touching it. It was indeed gone, not all of it but a good chunk of it. Besides the odd smell, Burningkit appeared to be alright beyond that. Dawnstar listened as retold how her troubles came to be. The leader found it hard to be understanding when it was Burningkit who had willing defied the Clan's rules and left the safety of the camp. Yet, it didn't look like she was looking for pity, and wasn't shaking in fear at the repercussions of her actions.
"Your actions were indeed foolish, you knew that kits aren't allowed out of camp yet you walked out on your own paws all the same." The low growl building in the leader's broad chest gave away how annoyed she was with Burningkit's unwise decision. "You got lucky, hairball, not a lot of cats, especially your age manage to escape getting caught by twolegs. Too bad about your tail, although with enough work I doubt it will hinder your training. I would hope you take losing a chunk of your tail has taught you a valuable lesson as to why kits aren't allowed out of camp." Dawnstar has seen short tail cats fight as well as long-tailed ones. She'd just have to keep the hairball out of trees.
"I should keep you in the nursery for another moon, but seeing as you did get away from twolegs and managed to find your back to ShadowClan, shows me you have potential or something close to it. Denying your training will hinder ShadowClan from helping, so I'll let you off this once. If this happens again, I won't be so kind. Follow." The scarred mainecoon-mix gave that single order and began leading the way back to the gorge.
[Done]
[Oh, okay then that's fine]
Her hackles slowly rose at the word badger. Of course, it was a badger. The leader sniffed at the kit's leg again and tried to see if it was broken or not as she explained herself. It sounded like she had gone outside of camp, stupidly, but not too far away. Dawnstar wanted to be mad at the kit for leaving camp for the dumbest of reasons, but her worry about a badger and potential kits being close to the camp trumped her irritation with a kit being a stupid kit.
"And now you understand why hairballs aren't allowed out of camp." Dawnstar huffed, "You're lucky it had kits and wanted nothing more than to chase you off. Otherwise, you'd be dead." The leader paused in her reprimanding, already noting at Mistkit looked like she was ready to cry at any given second. She reeked of fear and the scent would attract unwanted attention, not to mention Dawnstar should get her looked at by their medicine cats. "I'm going to take you to Elmshadow and Ivysnake, they should be able to do something about your leg and maybe tell me if you'll be able to use it in the future. You're going to need to tell me where you saw the badger, I'll need to take out a patrol to get rid of it. It sounds like it is too close to the camp for my liking. Don't squirm, I'm carrying you." Dawnstar dipped her head, parting her maw to grab Mistkit firmly by her neck so she could take her back to camp to the medicine den.
[Done, I'll move this RP to the medicine den as soon as I check in with Ravensong.]
Well, that was an interesting way to decide whether your kin is fit enough to handle themselves or not. Dawnstar cocked her head at Rumble's clear drive to make something of herself and eagerness to improve. However, killing a bunch of soft, weak, siblings wasn't all that impressive. Dawnstar could have killed her traitorous sister ten times over and that wouldn't have done anything other than earning her mother's scorn, or so she believed. Still, she wasn't Icestar and she could use more outsiders. It was easier for her to earn and keep their loyalty compared to many of her clanborn clanmates. "What happened to your parents?" Dawnstar asked curiously before making any final decisions.
"As simple as you say that, that means a lot to me. You'll willingly give up all your clan's secrets just because your respect has faltered in RiverClan's leadership." As much as Dawnstar disliked the other clans, they all held a certain amount of respect for them... well except ThunderClan. She still thought of them as nothing more than hypocritical kittypets.
Knowing that a clan cat, regardless of who's clan it was, came here willing to expose another clan out of a lack of respect for their leadership irritated her. "You're a stain to all clans, get out of my sight." Dawnstar snarled loudly while lashing her bristled tail. Dawnstar wanted nothing to do with the trash so willing to forsake any clan.
[Just a heads up, Dawnstar will attack Vine in her next post if she doesn't leave.]
The tom's striped pelt was so distracting that Dawnstar wouldn't have noticed the cat was talking to her had her senses not been so finely tuned. She tore her gaze from the tom's lovely pelt and locked eyes with him. Hmm, look at that they had something in common Dawnstar's never been called pretty before either. The leader's broad chest shook as she silently laughed at herself. Her ears flickered themselves at the word upwalker. She forgets that cats outside of the clans had strange names for twolegs.
Dawnstar could feel the tom's eyes roam over her physique but paid little heed to it. All cats did that, alarmed either by her size or her scars, both of which she took great pride in. Her nose scratched up as the striped cat gave his name. Rajah. Strange name for a strange cat. Her tattered left ear flattened itself at the comment about eating kittypets and his reasoning for seeking them out. "I really wonder who spread that rumor," Dawnstar grumbled to herself. She has never partaken in such a practice, although has thought about it. Meat was meat and if ShadowClan was suffering, she'd take what she could find if it meant keeping her clan fed and alive.
"You truly want to join a clan out of whimsy? Nothing more?" The ShadowClan leader's tone of voice suggested that she was unimpressed with his reasoning. Cats without solid convictions or drive usually end up disappearing within moons. Not to say that cats who do have convictions and drive don't disappear as well, but they were more likely to vanish without them. To be truthful, Dawnstar would like the tom purely for his pelt. It was pretty to look at and pelts usually last long on living cats. He'd probably have fetching kits if he took to take a mate in ShadowClan, but Dawnstar wouldn't let her personal interests get in the way of strengthening ShadowClan.
For the love of all things dark and bleak, this cat was annoying her. The solid muscles rolled underneath the she-cat's thick scarred pelt as she unsheathed her huge claws and rolled her broad shoulders. "You are becoming a pest, luckily, I've been looking for a new toy to experiment with. I've been meaning to try skinning a cat alive to see if they actually live through the entire process or die from the shock and blood loss. It seems that you've volunteered yourself." An unhinged fanged grin overtook Dawnstar's former sneer. The threatening leader waved her tail back and forth behind her lazily, tensing her muscles. "This is your last warning, kittypet, you can walk away or I'll be making today your last."
[If Nala doesn't run, Dawnstar will attack her.]
"yes in our taritory... It is like a maze..." Darkmoon says
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Name: Roan Age: 4 Moons Gender: Male Rank Request: Kit [If he could keep his name too I would appreciate that!] Reason for Joining: Originally he was suppose to be brought in by Redshrike and his siblings, but I am not sure what's happening with that roleplay anymore. I still wish for him to try to join ShadowClan, so I am wanting him to attempt to join on his own if that's alright! I'm just going to say a couple moons have passed since that joining since they were born quite awhile ago, as well!
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Roan
He had been here before. It smelled familiar, and the further his paws brought him onto the territory the more he began to feel... at home? No, not that. But it felt like a solace more comforting than the land that lay outside of the scent markers. Those were familiar too. Had he been here before? Roan's memory was faint, trying to recall his early memories. Bloodshed, and lots of it. In fact...
Taking his gaze down from his path was the first time he noticed that his paws and chest were coated in what he figured was blood. It was a stark contrast to the cream-white fur fluff, though blended in on his darker legs and paws. The texture was sticky like he remembered, and smelled bitter. One swipe of his tongue confirmed the acidic-like taste, though his facial features did not contort into one of disgust. Instead, a flash of satisfaction shot across his gaze as his head came back up.
Night had taken hold of the forest after a bit, bit the eerie silence - save for some crickets nearby - did little to rattle the tom. Onward he continued, paws landing calm and quiet as ever, as his green eyes stared ahead. There was no emotion, no expression present as he pushed through a bramble bush, barely registering the thorns that tugged at his pelt. He simply slowed, turned to glance at them with a still blank expression, and yanked one out with his teeth and let it fall to the ground.
Name: Thorn
Age: Around 9 moons (I just created this character not too long ago, so if I need to adjust his age, I totally can and he can become a kit!)
Gender: Male
Rank Request: Apprentice (If his age is okay)
Mentor (if I can request): Dawnstar
Reason for Joining: Wishes to be around other cats and follow Dawnstar due to him admiring how ShadowClan is led, wishes to become a stronger and wiser cat.
After waking up from a long and relaxing nap, Thorn stretched and cleaned the dirt out from under his long and sharp claws. Maybe I can find a use for these darn things, I’m getting sick of using them on trees! Thorn hissed to himself. Heh… maybe I can go over to a Clan and use them there, there’s no need for me to live here much longer.
Thorn shook his head, purring with amusement as he imagined being a Clan cat. Who to join… ThunderClan? Too… weak. WindClan? Too fast. RiverClan? Definitely not! Too much fish-breath in one place. As he sat up and started walking, Thorn growled to himself.
“ShadowClan is a much better option. They aren’t that far away, I’ll go see if their leader will allow me in. They seem to be the only cats with some sense…”
Crossing the Thunderpath after determining it was safe, Thorn bounded across and onto the sand that was on the edge of it. All he had to do was get into the trees and march into the camp… right? No… that’s just asking to be in the Dark Forest… With a flick of his tail, Thorn decided to hunt and think on it.
“A peace offering, perhaps…” Thorn thoughtfully purred. “If I get a piece of prey, that could prove I’m a capable hunter… a worthy cat of ShadowClan, if their leader permitted.”
Forcing himself to be still, Thorn breathed in the scents around him, identifying birds, mice, and squirrels. The tabby and white tom then perked his ears and swiveled them in the directions of any squirrel he heard munching on acorns and other assortments of nuts and berries. A squirrel could show ShadowClan I am able to hunt without little problems…
After catching a strong squirrel scent, Thorn dropped into a crouch and followed the scent. Slowly moving his head to look at his tail position, Thorn smiled to himself and turned his attention back to the gray squirrel. After only a few moments of watching what the squirrel was up to, Thorn crept up as close to and as slow as he could to not make any sounds that had the potential to startle his prey. Unsheathing his claws, Thorn made the leap and slammed his front paws into the squirrel and knocked it off balance. He then kept his paws on the squirrel and finished it off with a swift bite to the back.
“Whoever the ShadowClan leader is will be happy I hunted for their Clan… they’ll have to let me in after this wonderful catch!” Thorn mischievously growled as he picked up the squirrel with his long canines. “Now to go to ShadowClan…”
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Name: Ice Eye
Age: 45 Moons
Gender: Tom, He/Him
Rank Request: Apprentice (Though, if he could somehow enter the clan as a Warrior that’s be great.)
Reason for Joining: Tired of his wanderings, the “prince” has decided to try to settle down in the life of a clan and take in the company of other cats for once.
Ice Eye
“The Wandering Prince” He/Him
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The tall, regal tom picked his way through the forest, fluffing up his thick chestnut fur as he walked, careful not to trip on any roots or undergrowth. With him, he carried a bundle of cobwebs, which he had collected on the outskirts of this strange territory and decided to bring with him, in hopes of gaining some sort of favor from the fact that he was bringing something of medicinal value to whomever was the leader of this dark, wild forest.
The wayfaring prince had seen many different places in his life, but never had he seen such a land as this, where cats banded together to create tribes that weren’t even based upon family bonds, but on friendship, love, religion, and all sorts of other mysterious things.
His head was held high as he walked, for he did not fear even the most wicked of monsters, why should he fear a creature of his own kind? It was silly to walk in fear when the ferocious animal was one of your own natural kin.
Soon, he came upon a heavy scent that he could only imagine was cat scent, and it was clear from the strength and might of it that this must be the leader of this region. So, stopping where he stood, Ice Eye opened his mouth and spoke in his deep, rich voice, “I am Ice Eye, a wayfarer by nature. Yet, my travels come to an end… I have heard soft whispers in the long nights about the ferocity of you forest folk, but I do not fear you. In fact, I wish to join the ranks of you ‘Warriors’ and your brotherhood, as I have walked many places, and I have never heard of such a strong companionship within our species, save for your ‘clans’,” It was odd, this speaking to a scent, but he knew that the scent alluded to the presence of the leader, and he wanted to speak directly to them, not to some lackey who he could see.
The wind whistled through the pine trees as the prince stood, statue like, waiting for the appearance of the mighty, fabled leader of the tribe from the deep forests.
Fishing was proving hard to master than Dawnstar oringally thought. The leader was seated at the murky water's edge, eyes honed in on the swimming tadpoles splashing about. The air was extra humid today in the Croaking Swamp, if Dawnstar hadn't been covered in fur she'd be visibly sweating. Fluffing up her pelt, the leader went back to focusing on the water as she once again swiped out with front paw and found herself hitting nothing but dirty water. Her front paws were soaked along with her chest, and shoulders. Splashing in the water was doing nothing to help cool her down and she found herself only growing increasingly frustacted with her lack of luck.
Breathing in deeply, Dawnstar took a long moment to reflect on what she was doing wrong and right. After whatever like an eon of thinking, Dawnstar had her body completely still and yet relaxed at the same time, she had picked out a tadpole with legs beginning to grow amongst the many swarming the swamp water. She blinked only once before striking out with her front right paw quickly scattering the tadpoles before her. She curvedher head upward as she brought her paw up, twisted in a J shape like a hook, and out of the water the tadpole came, before landing on in the grass behind her. It flopped around for a few seconds trying to get back into the water before she padded over and sank her fangs into it. She lifted her head licking her maw as the body stopped moving.
It wasn't as big as she had originally thought, maybe the size of a plump field mouse. Well, prey was prey, noticing that she had spend hours here trying to catch a single tadpole, Dawnstar grabbed her catch and began making her way out of the swamp, she padded through the Icy Heartlands until she reached the fringe of ShadowClan's territory. From there she began padding along the border of the outskirts as made her way towards the pine forest and back to camp.
Glide through the dark forest on sturdy paws, it took the giant cat a few extra seconds to detect the scent of something foreign in the air. Tail lashing, she set her catch down on a nearby rock cluster, leaving it hidden in a crevice as she melted into the shadows to see out the scent. As the ground sloped upwards, Dawnstar tasted the air and found the scent stronger and closer. Weavering her way through trees and bramble bushes, she located the stray cat and funnily enough he had caught her scent as well. Dawnstar might have been impressed if the wind was blowing in his favor. At the summoning, Dawnstar sat down stealthy hidden behind a thick, wide, tree truck.
She listened without bother to heed his call, annoyed that this cat simply assumed he had some right to be because he lacked fear. He was cocky, if he had some common sense he'd know to wait at the border. This Iceeye lacked common sense, there were borders put in place for a reason. Dawnstar left the tom sitting waiting as she working out a knot in her shoulder and lapped her tongue over the tough scar tissue that lined her face. After deciding that she's left him waiting long enough, she slithered out of the darkness and over to the stranger. She narrowed her gleaming golden orbs and shifted the powerful muscles underneath her thick dark brown pelt. "Wish doesn't get cats anywhere." Dawnstar's chest shook as growl rumbled in her throat. "You don't seem to understand what borders are, outsider, tresspassing alone is direspectful and rewardable with death." Though annoyed, her face remained cold and indifferent, almost bored in a way.
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Originally Posted by Wintermist
Name: Brackentail
Reason for going missing: wanted to leave ShadowClan where all of his stress took place, until he remembered how many cats he would’ve been leaving @Undertaker
[So just due to Brackentail's history, it's unlikely that Dawn will be allowing him back into ShadowClan.]
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Originally Posted by Glitch_Candle
@Undertaker
~Vine, She/Her~
[She's a bit stubborn, so I'll have her leave the post after this one, but as long as she doesn't die here that's fine.]
"Respect is hard-earned, at least to me, and Kestrelstar was beyond saviour at that. It isn't just the leadership- I had no relationships. I didn't have an opportunity to do what I wanted to. I figured I never would, not after 19 moons of living there. Not one opportunity. Just a demotion and several threats." She tried to bite back a slight hatred at her former clan's leadership, trying to ignore what got her in that situation- "I respect you, that's what should matter here, right?"
Dawnstar's fur prickled, she tapped her claws on the ground as they itched to sink into the molly's pelt. However, the urge to chase the cat off drained a bit as she explained more in detail as to why she turned her back on RiverClan. If she had said that to start off with Dawnstar wouldn't be wasting her energy getting pissed off. Shadows! This cat was vexing! "Explain, why you were demoted and threatened?" Dawnstar hissed behind gritted teeth. If this cat was as big a fleabrain as Dawnstar was guessing, her head would be rolling, but if her reasoning were justified the leader might be willing to at least give the irritating one a chance. However, if she lied to her, she'd be signing away her life.
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Originally Posted by Willie Warf
Rumble glanced up again, noticing the intrigued look on the cats face. Good. Keep it up and soon we'll be the best in this dumb forest. The voice seemed proud of of her at least. "My parents? Well my Father took me to watch him fight a loner named Gater. I watched him get devoured. My mother had gone to get some prey from our small pile but........I guess I forgot to tell her about the Deathberrys nearby." Rumbles smile turned sinister as the thought of her parents timely demieses crossed her mind. She had been the one to tell her Father that Gater, the famous loner, was bleeding and weak. And those Deathberries hadn't rolled into the preys stomachs on its own. But surly a big cat like this wouldn't mind abit of killing, right?
As Rumble's story went on so did Dawnstar's interest in her. Now, Dawnstar was all for a bit of death but senseless death was boring and quite frankly disgusting. If you killed a cat just for the hell of it, what the reason. Dawnstar didn't kill cats spontaneously, anyone she killed was for a reason either further a goal, or being a traitor or trespassing, and the reasons went on. Dawnstar could relate to a point of getting rid of weak siblings, but her father sounded like he had at least tried to aid and strengthen his daughter. As for the mother, Dawnstar hadn't the faintest clue as to why she needed to die, and being killed by deathberries was so cliche.
"It sounds like you turn on cats at whim, killing for pleasure, or excitement, whatever it the purpose behind it. If you're willing to turn on your entire family for no reason, I don't see the reason why I should bring you into ShadowClan, who knows when you'll turn on me or my clanmates." She was too big of a problem and Dawnstar wasn't going to waste her time babysitting an unpredictable hairball. "It sounds like you'll be better suited to living on your own."
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Originally Posted by NinjaBloss
Rajah's tail swished along the pine covered ground as the molly spoke once more. He was slightly disappointed that the rumors weren't true; it would have interested him to see exactly how they ate each other first paw. "Who knows how any of these things start. One cat says something, and it gets twisted in an endless tangle until the truth is merely another story among the many."
Her next question brought a slight frown to the Toyger's face. He had hoped not to delve into the one thing he didn't like talking about since he viewed it as a weakness. As a rogue you learn quickly to rely on yourself and do whatever it takes to survive. Rajah prided himself on being the epitome of selfish with a touch of arrogance. The perfect rogue. But really...
"I want a purpose. Living alone only goes so far. What's the point of continuing to survive if your life has no meaning? I came here to find something to dedicate myself to, to be useful to." His light green eyes softened for a second, vulnerability showing briefly before disappearing just as fast.
"You know, I don't think I ever got your name. I would be honored if you would grace me with your name, so I have words to put with your gorgeous face." Rajah's words were sly and his smirk teasing, though it was clear he wasn't truly serious. It was all bravado to gloss over the fact that he had just shared his greatest insecurity with a complete stranger who held his fate in her paws.
Funny, the tom sounded unhappy with the fact that she didn't eat cats? Why? Weirdo. She'll excuse his oddness since she favored his pelt. At his comment about rumors, Dawnstar could see the truth in his words. Most of the time rumors started off as exaggerated truths until they were twisted into something else entirely so far-fetched that Dawnstar found it found how cats fed into them. Her attention grew for the pretty tom as a frown pulled at his maw. Dawnstar didn't think her question was that rude, what was the frown for?
Her tail gave the smallest unnoticeable twitch of petulance as he answered her. A purpose? That was what he wanted, well that was nothing to frown about. Didn't everyone want a purpose, Dawnstar had struggled to find her purpose even after she had been born into a clan that demanded she devoted every fiber of her being to them. When push came to shove, she found all the effort and work she put into ShadowClan hadn't been acknowledged in the slightest, not by her clan and not by her kin, all they saw was messes that she made and the 'evil' that she held within her. Still, even now though she was running the clan and dedicated herself to strengthening and leading them, cats still showed her that her time, effort, and dedication were all for not. Pushing aside her... issues, Dawnstar blinked as he took to questioning.
"Cute," The amber orbs in her head rolled as Rajah asked for her name yet added pointless compliments. Dawnstar was anything but a typical beauty or gorgeous, as he used, she-cat. Despite being a she-cat, Dawnstar's never been big on flattery or caring about her looks, it seemed empty and meaningless to her. Though she did find beauty in the scars she bore, cats found her fascination with scars and even mangled limbs, disturbing. She hasn't quite wrapped her head around why yet. "Dawnstar, leader of ShadowClan." She uttered in a factual tone, did her presence not scream boss to him? Strange, most cats guessed that she ran the show upon arrival. The tom reminded her a little bit of her lost mutt of a mate if Grimhound had been pretty and less snarky.
"Alright, pretty kitty, I'll give you a chance to dedicate yourself to ShadowClan, making it your life's purpose, but first I need to figure out where to put you." Dawnstar rose to her towering height, standing straight before arching her back and stretching out her legs. "Let's see if you fight as good as you look." Dawnstar unsheathed her claws and sank into a fluent almost graceful crouch, muscles relaxed as she waited to see how the tom would react.
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"yes in our taritory... It is like a maze..." Darkmoon says
Dawnstar gave Darkmoon a curious look. "You found tunnels in our territory." That was interesting, if there were tunnels in ShadowClan, she'd have to make use of them. "Alright, you can come back to ShadowClan. In return I want you to show me exactly where you found this... maze."
[Done, dawn will be asking where he found the maze IC later, just so you know]
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Originally Posted by marni
Name: Roan Age: 4 Moons Gender: Male Rank Request: Kit [If he could keep his name too I would appreciate that!] Reason for Joining: Originally he was suppose to be brought in by Redshrike and his siblings, but I am not sure what's happening with that roleplay anymore. I still wish for him to try to join ShadowClan, so I am wanting him to attempt to join on his own if that's alright! I'm just going to say a couple moons have passed since that joining since they were born quite awhile ago, as well!
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Roan
He had been here before. It smelled familiar, and the further his paws brought him onto the territory the more he began to feel... at home? No, not that. But it felt like a solace more comforting than the land that lay outside of the scent markers. Those were familiar too. Had he been here before? Roan's memory was faint, trying to recall his early memories. Bloodshed, and lots of it. In fact...
Taking his gaze down from his path was the first time he noticed that his paws and chest were coated in what he figured was blood. It was a stark contrast to the cream-white fur fluff, though blended in on his darker legs and paws. The texture was sticky like he remembered, and smelled bitter. One swipe of his tongue confirmed the acidic-like taste, though his facial features did not contort into one of disgust. Instead, a flash of satisfaction shot across his gaze as his head came back up.
Night had taken hold of the forest after a bit, bit the eerie silence - save for some crickets nearby - did little to rattle the tom. Onward he continued, paws landing calm and quiet as ever, as his green eyes stared ahead. There was no emotion, no expression present as he pushed through a bramble bush, barely registering the thorns that tugged at his pelt. He simply slowed, turned to glance at them with a still blank expression, and yanked one out with his teeth and let it fall to the ground.
Strolling through the shadows, the she-cat yawned as searched through her territory for prey. She had found fox tracks, and nearby them a lingering fearful odor combined with the musky scent of a rabbit. Her hunt brought her to a patch of fern where she noticed droplets of blood but not fox nor rabbit. The trail went stale from there. The leader grumbled something about stupid prey thieves, and then made her way to the nearest pine tree. With unnatural ease, she leaped upwards, sinking her front claws into rough bark and pushing up with her hindlegs, she made her way to a relatively sturdy limb that did not sway under the giant cat's bulk.
Several fox lengths off the forest floor, Dawnstar mapped out a pathway through the pine trees, skillfully walking through the trees, and once in a while leaping through them. Trees weren't a Shadowclan thing, but Dawnstar saw the advantage of using them to get around. Though she'd never move through them as nimbly as say a ThunderClan cat or the long-forgotten SkyClan, the fact that she could move through them was something. She still had some learning to do when it came to keeping the branch from shaking when leaping from one to another. But she'd learn sooner or later. Trial and error were important.
After finding herself stuck when a pine tree prove just a bit too far for her to leap into from the branch she was seated on, tried to see if there were a way to work around it until she spotted something out of the ordinary. The rustling of a nearby bramble bush had her dropping her golden eyes downward where she spotted a young cat. The pelt was splashed with a dark red, however, she could see bits and pieces of the white that did not blend into the night. Drawing in the scents around, she picked up the somewhat fresh scent of blood, making her nose twitch with curiosity. With the same ease as it took to climb the tree, Dawnstar found her way to the forest floor. Though her landing was a bit heavier than she had been expecting, her paw pads ate up any sound that came with landing.
She padded over to the... kit? Yup, given the size it was kit, as he worked on pulling thorns from his pelt. Up close, Dawnstar couldn't fully recall where she had seen him from before. Perhaps if he wasn't covered in red placing his face would be easier. "Where did you come from, hairball?" The battle-scarred molly inquired, tasting the air for any sign of the hairball's parents but caught no scent other than the thick smell of pine. Dawnstar didn't seem phased by the lack of fear or much of anything she was found on his face. Not typical kit behavior, but Dawnstar's found a few strange hairballs out where before.
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Name: Thorn
Age: Around 9 moons (I just created this character not too long ago, so if I need to adjust his age, I totally can and he can become a kit!)
Gender: Male
Rank Request: Apprentice (If his age is okay)
Mentor (if I can request): Dawnstar
Reason for Joining: Wishes to be around other cats and follow Dawnstar due to him admiring how ShadowClan is led, wishes to become a stronger and wiser cat.
After waking up from a long and relaxing nap, Thorn stretched and cleaned the dirt out from under his long and sharp claws. Maybe I can find a use for these darn things, I’m getting sick of using them on trees! Thorn hissed to himself. Heh… maybe I can go over to a Clan and use them there, there’s no need for me to live here much longer.
Thorn shook his head, purring with amusement as he imagined being a Clan cat. Who to join… ThunderClan? Too… weak. WindClan? Too fast. RiverClan? Definitely not! Too much fish-breath in one place. As he sat up and started walking, Thorn growled to himself.
“ShadowClan is a much better option. They aren’t that far away, I’ll go see if their leader will allow me in. They seem to be the only cats with some sense…”
Crossing the Thunderpath after determining it was safe, Thorn bounded across and onto the sand that was on the edge of it. All he had to do was get into the trees and march into the camp… right? No… that’s just asking to be in the Dark Forest… With a flick of his tail, Thorn decided to hunt and think on it.
“A peace offering, perhaps…” Thorn thoughtfully purred. “If I get a piece of prey, that could prove I’m a capable hunter… a worthy cat of ShadowClan, if their leader permitted.”
Forcing himself to be still, Thorn breathed in the scents around him, identifying birds, mice, and squirrels. The tabby and white tom then perked his ears and swiveled them in the directions of any squirrel he heard munching on acorns and other assortments of nuts and berries. A squirrel could show ShadowClan I am able to hunt without little problems…
After catching a strong squirrel scent, Thorn dropped into a crouch and followed the scent. Slowly moving his head to look at his tail position, Thorn smiled to himself and turned his attention back to the gray squirrel. After only a few moments of watching what the squirrel was up to, Thorn crept up as close to and as slow as he could to not make any sounds that had the potential to startle his prey. Unsheathing his claws, Thorn made the leap and slammed his front paws into the squirrel and knocked it off balance. He then kept his paws on the squirrel and finished it off with a swift bite to the back.
“Whoever the ShadowClan leader is will be happy I hunted for their Clan… they’ll have to let me in after this wonderful catch!” Thorn mischievously growled as he picked up the squirrel with his long canines. “Now to go to ShadowClan…”
@Undertaker
It was too bright today, even though the pine trees managed to fight off the worst of the sun, it felt like most of the darkness had been chased away daylight. Yuck, the ShadowClan leader crossed a narrow trail and ran along the top of the cliff that connected to the mourning ruins. It seemed like it's been a while since anyone has visited here the scents were so stale it was almost as if this part of the territory wasn't connected to the rest. The leader silently reminded herself to tell Cinderblaze to send a hunting patrol here. So much good prey just going to waste unhunted.
Dawnstar yawned as she padded to the edge of the cliff and begun using a dirt trail to make her way down the steep drop that led further into ShadowClan's territory. The dark brown leader wasn't looking for anything in particular, just patrolling her territory because it's not like any of her lazy hairballs would. Oh, that reminded her, that she should go and visit the hidden haven, who knows what rats were lurking them now. There was so much to do, and only so much time in the day. Dawnstar shook out her pelt as she continued to wander, passing through Pinewatch Patch till she reached the edge of the border.
Ears raised and claws halfway unsheathed, Dawnstar's fierce glare found an unfamiliar pelt with the wrong scent. It smelt like a loner or a rogue, whoever he was he didn't belong. Not only that but there was a bushy tail squirrel trapped between his jaw. Too old to be a hairball, but too young to be a warrior, so some apprentice aged nuisance. "You have five seconds to tell me what you're doing here, you better hope I like what I hear otherwise you won't live to regret it." There have been too many outsiders hanging around her borders or walking into ShadowClan's territory like they had some sort of right to it. It was frustrating for the leader.
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Now walking back to where he was with a rabbit, Thorn dropped it at the sight of the unfamiliar cat. ShadowClan... Hearing the unfamiliar cat's harsh voice, he laid the rabbit down carefully and began to speak to avoid getting shredded.
"I am Thorn," the tabby and white tom purred. "I came across one of your Clan's apprentices, Willowpaw, and they said you'd be impressed more with my rabbit than with my squirrel."
The tom paused for a moment then continued on, "I am here to join your Clan if you'll have me. ShadowClan seems like a worthy Clan to join, all the others are... weak, in my eyes at least. I admire your leadership of this Clan and want to be a part of it. Be a part of something great."
Fishing was proving hard to master than Dawnstar oringally thought. The leader was seated at the murky water's edge, eyes honed in on the swimming tadpoles splashing about. The air was extra humid today in the Croaking Swamp, if Dawnstar hadn't been covered in fur she'd be visibly sweating. Fluffing up her pelt, the leader went back to focusing on the water as she once again swiped out with front paw and found herself hitting nothing but dirty water. Her front paws were soaked along with her chest, and shoulders. Splashing in the water was doing nothing to help cool her down and she found herself only growing increasingly frustacted with her lack of luck.
Breathing in deeply, Dawnstar took a long moment to reflect on what she was doing wrong and right. After whatever like an eon of thinking, Dawnstar had her body completely still and yet relaxed at the same time, she had picked out a tadpole with legs beginning to grow amongst the many swarming the swamp water. She blinked only once before striking out with her front right paw quickly scattering the tadpoles before her. She curvedher head upward as she brought her paw up, twisted in a J shape like a hook, and out of the water the tadpole came, before landing on in the grass behind her. It flopped around for a few seconds trying to get back into the water before she padded over and sank her fangs into it. She lifted her head licking her maw as the body stopped moving.
It wasn't as big as she had originally thought, maybe the size of a plump field mouse. Well, prey was prey, noticing that she had spend hours here trying to catch a single tadpole, Dawnstar grabbed her catch and began making her way out of the swamp, she padded through the Icy Heartlands until she reached the fringe of ShadowClan's territory. From there she began padding along the border of the outskirts as made her way towards the pine forest and back to camp.
Glide through the dark forest on sturdy paws, it took the giant cat a few extra seconds to detect the scent of something foreign in the air. Tail lashing, she set her catch down on a nearby rock cluster, leaving it hidden in a crevice as she melted into the shadows to see out the scent. As the ground sloped upwards, Dawnstar tasted the air and found the scent stronger and closer. Weavering her way through trees and bramble bushes, she located the stray cat and funnily enough he had caught her scent as well. Dawnstar might have been impressed if the wind was blowing in his favor. At the summoning, Dawnstar sat down stealthy hidden behind a thick, wide, tree truck.
She listened without bother to heed his call, annoyed that this cat simply assumed he had some right to be because he lacked fear. He was cocky, if he had some common sense he'd know to wait at the border. This Iceeye lacked common sense, there were borders put in place for a reason. Dawnstar left the tom sitting waiting as she working out a knot in her shoulder and lapped her tongue over the tough scar tissue that lined her face. After deciding that she's left him waiting long enough, she slithered out of the darkness and over to the stranger. She narrowed her gleaming golden orbs and shifted the powerful muscles underneath her thick dark brown pelt. "Wish doesn't get cats anywhere." Dawnstar's chest shook as growl rumbled in her throat. "You don't seem to understand what borders are, outsider, tresspassing alone is direspectful and rewardable with death." Though annoyed, her face remained cold and indifferent, almost bored in a way.
[So just due to Brackentail's history, it's unlikely that Dawn will be allowing him back into ShadowClan.]
Dawnstar's fur prickled, she tapped her claws on the ground as they itched to sink into the molly's pelt. However, the urge to chase the cat off drained a bit as she explained more in detail as to why she turned her back on RiverClan. If she had said that to start off with Dawnstar wouldn't be wasting her energy getting pissed off. Shadows! This cat was vexing! "Explain, why you were demoted and threatened?" Dawnstar hissed behind gritted teeth. If this cat was as big a fleabrain as Dawnstar was guessing, her head would be rolling, but if her reasoning were justified the leader might be willing to at least give the irritating one a chance. However, if she lied to her, she'd be signing away her life.
As Rumble's story went on so did Dawnstar's interest in her. Now, Dawnstar was all for a bit of death but senseless death was boring and quite frankly disgusting. If you killed a cat just for the hell of it, what the reason. Dawnstar didn't kill cats spontaneously, anyone she killed was for a reason either further a goal, or being a traitor or trespassing, and the reasons went on. Dawnstar could relate to a point of getting rid of weak siblings, but her father sounded like he had at least tried to aid and strengthen his daughter. As for the mother, Dawnstar hadn't the faintest clue as to why she needed to die, and being killed by deathberries was so cliche.
"It sounds like you turn on cats at whim, killing for pleasure, or excitement, whatever it the purpose behind it. If you're willing to turn on your entire family for no reason, I don't see the reason why I should bring you into ShadowClan, who knows when you'll turn on me or my clanmates." She was too big of a problem and Dawnstar wasn't going to waste her time babysitting an unpredictable hairball. "It sounds like you'll be better suited to living on your own."
Funny, the tom sounded unhappy with the fact that she didn't eat cats? Why? Weirdo. She'll excuse his oddness since she favored his pelt. At his comment about rumors, Dawnstar could see the truth in his words. Most of the time rumors started off as exaggerated truths until they were twisted into something else entirely so far-fetched that Dawnstar found it found how cats fed into them. Her attention grew for the pretty tom as a frown pulled at his maw. Dawnstar didn't think her question was that rude, what was the frown for?
Her tail gave the smallest unnoticeable twitch of petulance as he answered her. A purpose? That was what he wanted, well that was nothing to frown about. Didn't everyone want a purpose, Dawnstar had struggled to find her purpose even after she had been born into a clan that demanded she devoted every fiber of her being to them. When push came to shove, she found all the effort and work she put into ShadowClan hadn't been acknowledged in the slightest, not by her clan and not by her kin, all they saw was messes that she made and the 'evil' that she held within her. Still, even now though she was running the clan and dedicated herself to strengthening and leading them, cats still showed her that her time, effort, and dedication were all for not. Pushing aside her... issues, Dawnstar blinked as he took to questioning.
"Cute," The amber orbs in her head rolled as Rajah asked for her name yet added pointless compliments. Dawnstar was anything but a typical beauty or gorgeous, as he used, she-cat. Despite being a she-cat, Dawnstar's never been big on flattery or caring about her looks, it seemed empty and meaningless to her. Though she did find beauty in the scars she bore, cats found her fascination with scars and even mangled limbs, disturbing. She hasn't quite wrapped her head around why yet. "Dawnstar, leader of ShadowClan." She uttered in a factual tone, did her presence not scream boss to him? Strange, most cats guessed that she ran the show upon arrival. The tom reminded her a little bit of her lost mutt of a mate if Grimhound had been pretty and less snarky.
"Alright, pretty kitty, I'll give you a chance to dedicate yourself to ShadowClan, making it your life's purpose, but first I need to figure out where to put you." Dawnstar rose to her towering height, standing straight before arching her back and stretching out her legs. "Let's see if you fight as good as you look." Dawnstar unsheathed her claws and sank into a fluent almost graceful crouch, muscles relaxed as she waited to see how the tom would react.
Dawnstar gave Darkmoon a curious look. "You found tunnels in our territory." That was interesting, if there were tunnels in ShadowClan, she'd have to make use of them. "Alright, you can come back to ShadowClan. In return I want you to show me exactly where you found this... maze."
[Done, will be asking where he found the maze IC later, so so you know]
Strolling through the shadows, the she-cat yawned as searched through her territory for prey. She had found fox tracks, and nearby them a lingering fearful odor combined with the musky scent of a rabbit. Her hunt brought her to a patch of fern where she noticed droplets of blood but not fox nor rabbit. The trail went stale from there. The leader grumbled something about stupid prey thieves, and then made her way to the nearest pine tree. With unnatural ease, she leaped upwards, sinking her front claws into rough bark and pushing up with her hindlegs, she made her way to a relatively sturdy limb that did not sway under the giant cat's bulk.
Several fox lengths off the forest floor, Dawnstar mapped out a pathway through the pine trees, skillfully walking through the trees, and once in a while leaping through them. Trees weren't a Shadowclan thing, but Dawnstar saw the advantage of using them to get around. Though she'd never move through them as nimbly as say a ThunderClan cat or the long-forgotten SkyClan, the fact that she could move through them was something. She still had some learning to do when it came to keeping the branch from shaking when leaping from one to another. But she'd learn sooner or later. Trial and error were important.
After finding herself stuck when a pine tree prove just a bit too far for her to leap into from the branch she was seated on, tried to see if there were a way to work around it until she spotted something out of the ordinary. The rustling of a nearby bramble bush had her dropping her golden eyes downward where she spotted a young cat. The pelt was splashed with a dark red, however, she could see bits and pieces of the white that did not blend into the night. Drawing in the scents around, she picked up the somewhat fresh scent of blood, making her nose twitch with curiosity. With the same ease as it took to climb the tree, Dawnstar found her way to the forest floor. Though her landing was a bit heavier than she had been expecting, her paw pads ate up any sound that came with landing.
She padded over to the... kit? Yup, given the size it was kit, as he worked on pulling thorns from his pelt. Up close, Dawnstar couldn't fully recall where she had seen him from before. Perhaps if he wasn't covered in red placing his face would be easier. "Where did you come from, hairball?" The battle-scarred molly inquired, tasting the air for any sign of the hairball's parents but caught no scent other than the thick smell of pine. Dawnstar didn't seem phased by the lack of fear or much of anything she was found on his face. Not typical kit behavior, but Dawnstar's found a few strange hairballs out where before.
It was too bright today, even though the pine trees managed to fight off the worst of the sun, it felt like most of the darkness had been chased away daylight. Yuck, the ShadowClan leader crossed a narrow trail and ran along the top of the cliff that connected to the mourning ruins. It seemed like it's been a while since anyone has visited here the scents were so stale it was almost as if this part of the territory wasn't connected to the rest. The leader silently reminded herself to tell Cinderblaze to send a hunting patrol here. So much good prey just going to waste unhunted.
Dawnstar yawned as she padded to the edge of the cliff and begun using a dirt trail to make her way down the steep drop that led further into ShadowClan's territory. The dark brown leader wasn't looking for anything in particular, just patrolling her territory because it's not like any of her lazy hairballs would. Oh, that reminded her, that she should go and visit the hidden haven, who knows what rats were lurking them now. There was so much to do, and only so much time in the day. Dawnstar shook out her pelt as she continued to wander, passing through Pinewatch Patch till she reached the edge of the border.
Ears raised and claws halfway unsheathed, Dawnstar's fierce glare found an unfamiliar pelt with the wrong scent. It smelt like a loner or a rogue, whoever he was he didn't belong. Not only that but there was a bushy tail squirrel trapped between his jaw. Too old to be a hairball, but too young to be a warrior, so some apprentice aged nuisance. "You have five seconds to tell me what you're doing here, you better hope I like what I hear otherwise you won't live to regret it." There have been too many outsiders hanging around her borders or walking into ShadowClan's territory like they had some sort of right to it. It was frustrating for the leader.
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As he finished tugging the last thorn from his side, the kit swiveled on ear backwards to catch the sound of a cat's voice. The scent that washed over him was much like the one that had surrounded him since he entered the territory. But there was something else. Turning his head, his fixed his blank gaze onto the strange cat. She was much larger than he, his neck craning back to find her face. Lots of scaring, no blood though. Not a single flicker of expression registered onto his face as he blinked.
"Shadows." Just like his expression, the kit's voice was monotone. No fluctuation of words, no signifying shifts in deposition. Flashes of certain events played on a loop in his mind, and once more Roan was reminded that this place was familiar. "Mother... dead." That he did recall - being pulled from the warmth of his mother by some sort of force. Carried through various tall trees, lots of shadows. "...Dawnstar." That was a name he had heard from the larger cat who had carried him for a bit. To Roan, though, he was not sure what it meant.
Throughout his few words his paws and entire body remained still. His gaze remained fixated on the larger cat. Still nothing crossed his gaze, not a twitch of his ears or a move of his whiskers. On the forest floor a tiny beetle scurried in between them, and for the first time Roan's eyes darted down. In a flash he shot a fluffy paw out, slamming it against the beetle. A tiny squelching noise could be heard as his tiny claws came out, dragging his paw slowly backward and revealing a microscopic trail of blood dots. He lifted his claw to examine the now dead beetle that was hooked on his tiny claw. After a moment, his green eyes moved from the insect to the larger cat. "Dead." He extended his forepaw towards the strange cat. Whether it would be taken as an insult or offer, Roan was unsure.
[ @Undertaker - I apologize with how odd Roan is ]
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