Warriors: Broken Path

[Ascasius]

Seasons after seasons have passed, SkyClan was absorbed back into ThunderClan as harsh no-leaf starved their Clan, and as green-leaf comes, many cats find it to be a pleasant change from the unforgiving, cruel claws of ice. These months pass by with little to no issue, and soon leaf-fall is upon them.

However, when the Clans let their guards down, evil strikes. Strange shadows are seen at the edge of every cats vision- strange scents found, freshkill left to rot, and attacks on outsiders leave the Clans wary of what might be stalking them. This time, it isn't a cat come back from the dead with the burn of vengeance. It's a very real enemy...

Only when WindClan receives one strangled cry from StarClan do they realize what kind of danger they might be in, and might have to save the others from.

Follow the broken path of blood and stone.

Hello all! As stated above, this is a WindClan-based roleplay for the most part, and will have a few different parts to it. I am currently only accepting two other roleplayers, and it's first come first serve! (So long as you are literate, of course.) The form for your character(s) will be posted below.

My Characters
Gorseburr: tan tabby tom, burly shoulders and amber eyes
Batfur: dark brown she cat with huge yellow eyes and big ears
Hollowpaw: dusty grey tom with orange eyes
Grasstail (MC): thin cream tom with long fur and green eyes

Form
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:

Please provide an example of your roleplay! You can always reply to the starter as an example prompt. If you see that there is a particular spot you want, make sure there are no others asking for that role before asking for it. Make as many characters as you want!

Starter
Gorseburr walked through the gorse at the edge of the territory, his eyes roaming along the edge of the forest. It seemed so far off... so far removed from the Clans. There was once a flood, he was told, that drove the cats to hunt in those dangerous forests to survive. Nobody really knew what lay within them, and it was something that always sent a chill up his spine.

Looking back at the others, the tom shuffled his paws over the ground, a chilly wind whipping across the moor as he looked over the rest of their patrol. Hollowpaw was not far off, with his mentor Batfur as she demonstrated a move around a clump of heather quietly. His fur began to prickle uncomfortably as he called out over the rest of the group, "Any luck? We've been out for hours, there's nothing on this side of the moor. It's useless," he sighed, glancing back to the woods just outside their territory.

Hollowpaw looked up from where he was speaking with Batfur, shaking his head, "No, but that doesn't mean we can't still hunt."

"He's right, it might be uncomfortable but we can slip into some of these old dens and see if there's anything down there," Batfur added, straightening.

"No, we aren't supposed to be going down there. not with all of the warnings we've been getting. We don't know how they're getting onto our territory, for all we know there's a tunnel system housing whatever these things are."

"They're just cats, Gorseburr, nothing we haven't dealt with."

"That you know of."

[Rhubarb]

Originally Posted by Ascasius

Seasons after seasons have passed, SkyClan was absorbed back into ThunderClan as harsh no-leaf starved their Clan, and as green-leaf comes, many cats find it to be a pleasant change from the unforgiving, cruel claws of ice. These months pass by with little to no issue, and soon leaf-fall is upon them.

However, when the Clans let their guards down, evil strikes. Strange shadows are seen at the edge of every cat's vision- strange scents found, fresh kill left to rot, and attacks on outsiders leave the Clans wary of what might be stalking them. This time, it isn't a cat come back from the dead with the burn of vengeance. It's a very real enemy...

Only when WindClan receives one strangled cry from StarClan do they realize what kind of danger they might be in, and might have to save the others from.

Follow the broken path of blood and stone.

Hello all! As stated above, this is a WindClan-based roleplay for the most part and will have a few different parts to it. I am currently only accepting two other roleplayers, and it's first come first serve! (So long as you are literate, of course.) The form for your character(s) will be posted below.

My Characters
Gorseburr: tan tabby tom, burly shoulders, and amber eyes
Batfur: dark brown she-cat with huge yellow eyes and big ears
Hollowpaw: dusty grey tom with orange eyes
Grasstail (MC): thin cream tom with long fur and green eyes

Form
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:

Please provide an example of your roleplay! You can always reply to the starter as an example prompt. If you see that there is a particular spot you want, make sure there are no others asking for that role before asking for it. Make as many characters as you want!

Starter
Gorseburr walked through the gorse at the edge of the territory, his eyes roaming along the edge of the forest. It seemed so far off... so far removed from the Clans. There was once a flood, he was told, that drove the cats to hunt in those dangerous forests to survive. Nobody really knew what lay within them, and it was something that always sent a chill up his spine.

Looking back at the others, the tom shuffled his paws over the ground, a chilly wind whipping across the moor as he looked over the rest of their patrol. Hollowpaw was not far off, with his mentor Batfur as she demonstrated a move around a clump of heather quietly. His fur began to prickle uncomfortably as he called out over the rest of the group, "Any luck? We've been out for hours, there's nothing on this side of the moor. It's useless," he sighed, glancing back to the woods just outside their territory.

Hollowpaw looked up from where he was speaking with Batfur, shaking his head, "No, but that doesn't mean we can't still hunt."

"He's right, it might be uncomfortable but we can slip into some of these old dens and see if there's anything down there," Batfur added, straightening.

"No, we aren't supposed to be going down there. not with all of the warnings we've been getting. We don't know how they're getting onto our territory, for all we know there's a tunnel system housing whatever these things are."

"They're just cats, Gorseburr, nothing we haven't dealt with."

"That you know of."

Willowfur: Brown tortoise she-cat with white speckles.
Another catch. The tortoise she-cat had come up with another rabbit it was still warm. She could still almost feel the pounding heart that kept the prey before she caught it. The blood that seeped out from beneath her fangs was metallic in taste and was very familiar. She could feel pride creep up her body. She had caught many rabbits before but this one was different it was her first catch as a warrior.
(P.S sorry it's so long but I wanted to show the character to show how I saw them.)