So June is adopt a shelter cat month. And in honor of that we are going to host a small event.
This is a mini rp event, in that we are testing your creativity.
So what do you have to do? 1.Go to https://www.petfinder.com/ 2. Pick a cat, and tell us how that cat, became a warrior after living in the shelter! 3. You can pick the clan you want, but please take into mind shadowclan wont allow kittypets. Thunderclan is MOST likely to take in kittypets.
You may use this form:
[b]Warrior Name of Cat:[/b] [b]Link to Cat on Petfinder:[/b] [b]Which Clan did they escape to:[/b] [b]How did this cat become a warrior:[/b]
The staff may pick a cat at their leisure, so there may be more than one winner. This will end completely on June 30th!
Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 1:41 pm
Warrior Name of Cat: Stillwater Link to Cat on Petfinder:Illini
(I picked him because Feral Fixers is a program out here that I sort of help with. I feed ferals and give them listings of who I see and who might be good canidates for actual homes, and who is definitely feral and wouldn't be comfortable becoming a pet. They support the TNR system and they adopt out cats at a Petsmart that's part of my district, so I hear from them all the time. I'd take in more cats myself if I could, there's 4 living in my house (two are ex-feral) and we take care of about 5 more that live outside in the neighborhood. It's just a really neat program that I'm happy to be a part of and hope it helps in some small way.)
Which Clan did they escape to: Riverclan How did this cat become a warrior: Life had been tumultuous from the start. Born to a loner mother on the outskirts of a feral cat colony, he didn't even have a name at first. Neither did the colony. Most cats were just called one-word names like Black or Rip, scavenging among the human nests for food or shelter. No loyalty here, no clan. Just survival.
It was so loud here. The two legs had their monsters that ran all the time. Dogs constantly barked. Lights everywhere, nearly all the time. A dark corner was a precious commodity, and often fought over. Tucked away under porches or overgrown bushes, at least until they were chased out. Cats yowled and fought for their patch of territory constantly, and loud bangs that the two-legs made when they celebrated or yelled at each other in their garbled language happened almost every day.
His brother had learned to be louder. Cried for milk, wailed when scared. No matter what soft things their mother whispered to try and get him to hush. It meant having to run, a lot. Two legs would come out banging on things, making a terrible racket. Yelling at them. He couldn't remember how many times their nest was moved. Instead of his brother's tactic, he took another. One that still served him very well. He listened, he laid low, and stayed silent. Even after they'd grown, his brother continued to be loud to the point of obnoxious. Picked fights, yowled in the night, got in trouble. He on the other hand watched from the shadows, listened to the world around him. Learned how to tell when danger was coming by the shift in sounds.
Not that he could've predicted being caught. Being carried away in a two-leg monster, crammed into a tiny box with too many other tiny boxes all around him. All of them full of cats crying out in anger or despair. His shoulders were hunched as he tried to pace the tiny box, tail flicking while he tested every corner, every joint. And still all in silence.
It disturbed the two-legs, he thought. After that time he learned how to play the game with them. Lean into their hand and then scamper off to some perch, largely ignored since he never made a sound. With the other cats he'd bluff. It was easy to tell what would happen, and it was no small matter to puff out his chest at their challenges, act like he was accepting the invitation to fight, and then run away and hide. He didn't need to fight, it was a waste of energy. And while they hissed and screamed and tried to reach him, the humans would come into the over-crowded room full of cats and chase the aggressor away. They'd get locked up and he'd be left out, forgotten or just left alone. Silence bought him freedom.
Eventually there came a day where he'd been left outside of his cage again, easily overlooked. The attendant left the door open, thinking all the cats were caged. It was a small matter to sneak out. To keep an eye on the front door and slip out when another two-leg walked in. They called out to him, calling him some name he never remembered and never answered to, it went ignored as always as he ran.
He had no idea where he was of course, but he was able to find a place to shelter. A boat, not that he knew it. A crestliner of some sort, drydocked in a driveway but all hitched up and ready to go up to the lake for the weekend. To him though, there was a nice space to sleep under some form of bench, tucked into a crevice just big enough for him to curl his slender frame up into. At the crack of dawn there was the sound of one of the two-leg's monsters starting up. Hardly a sound worth paying attention to, one he certainly didn't wake up for, even though it sounded fairly close. He was safe.
Or, at least, he thought so. Suddenly the whole thing was moving underneath him. By the time he pulled himself out of his makeshift nest to look over the edge, they were moving along at a pace much too quick for him to jump off safely. Ducking back down as the wind whipped his whiskers, he slunk back into his hiding spot, deciding to watch, wait, and listen. Quite a bit of time passed, sometimes tree branches swung overhead, the light through the leaves dappling the floorboards of the deck. At others he could look up into an empty sky. Not something he could recall ever seeing before. There'd always been tall two-legs nests, trees and those thin tree trunks with the black vines strung out between them.
Eventually everything came to a stop. The sound of the two-leg's monster stopped, and they got out of its belly. He didn't wait around to find out what else they had in mind, as he took his chance and hopped down, taking off over the grass and diving into the undergrowth. There was a shout of alarm, but no sound of feet running after him. Not that he bothered to look back, streaking across this new earth in search of somewhere to hide. There was the smell of other cats here, and water. Lots of water. Different in a way from the rain puddles that gathered after a storm, more wild. A lot more of it, too. He kept catching glimpses of the largest puddle he'd ever seen between trees and bushes. Keeping that glimmering sight to one side, he followed it until he came to a long ribbon of water. Something else he'd never seen before. Sniffing it curiously, he walked along it until the smell of cats grew overpowering, ducking into the rushes that grew tall here.
Not that it mattered, he was called out with an angry snarl, a nose and whiskers poking into the reeds after him. He'd been found, not that he had anything to say for himself when they asked who he was or where he came from. He was brought prisoner to their colony, only... this wasn't any colony he'd ever seen before. Cats working together, instead of fighting each other. The stories they told were fascinating, even if they looked at him with distrust and fear. Quietly he listened to all they had to tell him, staying the promised night of safety. And then another. And another. He didn't question it, never asked. Just nodded his head in acceptance and listened, as he always had. Perhaps they saw something in him, something that could a benefit to the clan. After all, still waters run deep.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 2:25 pm
Warrior Name of Cat: Lavenderlily Link to Cat on Petfinder:link Which Clan did they escape to: Shadow How did this cat become a warrior: She’d been at the shelter for several moons. She was comfortable here now, with all the comings and goings, so long as it was her. New places frightened her. Then one day it happened. She’d been taken out, put into a box, which was put into the belly of a monster of the two-legs. Eventually she was brought out and found herself some place totally unfamiliar. Promptly she hid for days, barely coming out to get food and water.
Even she couldn’t hide forever though. Curiosity got the better of her. She played with her two legs and ignored the dog. While exploring one day she came to a small room with a door at the end. After several days observation she realized her two-legs and the dog used this door. Of course the dog’s door was built into the two-leg’s. The dog never seemed to come to any harm using. Cautiously she ventured out. It was scary at first and she never did more than poke her head out.
As she got braver the world opened up; first the backyard, and then beyond. She found plenty of things to play with outdoors. Her playing took her to the edge of a place. There was a strong scent. The scent of many cats. Curiosity drew her further. The games the cats played drew her away from her two-legs. She learned they were called Shadowclan.
Warrior Name of Cat: Wavingtail Link to Cat on Petfinder:link Which Clan did they escape to: Shadow How did this cat become a warrior: Adventurous and bold. She’d been captured in a metal box and taken to a place with many animals. She poked her nose into any place she could get it. Her curiosity was taken for granted by the two-legs, but not enough so. An incautiously opened door provided her the escape she needed. She fled the harsh smells with her puffed up tail stretched out behind her. Right into the heart of Shadowclan, who were happy to accept the young female and teach her their ways.
Warrior Name of Cat: Winddancer Link to Cat on Petfinder:link Which Clan did they escape to: Wind How did this cat become a warrior: She loved the wind blowing through her fur. The monsters went fast, but stank so badly it almost wasn’t worth putting her nose outside the window. She loved to run, feeling the flex of strong muscles under her slick pelt. Her favorite game was tag! All that running! When she wasn’t moving, she was loving. Affection toward others was second nature to her.
When her two-legs adopted her from the shelter and took her home, at first she was happy. There was more room and games to play. But eventually the wind called to her outside. She followed its lively dance onto the moors. It was a wide open flat land that the wind laughed and danced across. The place was perfection in her eyes. She ran and danced her way across until she came across the cats that lived there. It was then she realized she was meant to be here.
Warrior Name of Cat: Splashshade(darker) & Shadesplash(lighter) Link to Cat on Petfinder:link Which Clan did they escape to: Thunder How did this cat become a warrior: Twin brothers. Shy when they are apart, and unholy terrors together. This pair would do everything together given just a smidget of a chance. They had managed to make it plain to the two-leggers that they came as a pair or not at all. Several had tried to separate them, much to their learned mistake. One day they were taken to another twoleg nest in a monster. Many animals were there, some with twolegs and others, like them, in silver nests.
They pointed out things to each other. A dog there. A two-leg here. Whenever one came close to them they twined around each other. They meowed and meowed. They soon attracted attention and were ready for it. The pair had spotted the escape route, where twolegs and their dogs walked out of the giant nest from sliding doors. The cage door opened and a hand reached in. The brothers flowed around the hand, down they went to the floor, between the long legs of two-legs, around several barking dogs. They fled for their freedom.
Just as they reached the closed sliding door a two-leg appeared on the other side. The door opened and the pair bolted out never looking back. They laughed at the joke they’d played on the silly two-legs who thought they could keep them trapped. For days they ran, learning to live on their own. It was hard and many nights they went hungry, but at least they had each other.
Finally they reached the edge of a calm forest. This looked like a great place to them. They were ready to stop running. A group of wild cats were already there. It was easy to convince them after their tale of escape to let them join.
Warrior Name of Cat: Silvercloud Link to Cat on Petfinder:link Which Clan did they escape to: Shadow How did this cat become a warrior: He was a quiet, thoughtful kind of cat. He wasn’t fond of those who were bigger than him. He did shed a lot, particularly in summer, and had to be careful of what he ate. The wrong foods tended to upset his stomach. His new home after the shelter was ok. They fed him food that didn’t upset his stomach too often and tried their best to love him. They didn’t seem to appreciate it when he sang though. Their music wasn’t all that great either by his standards.
Late one evening, he’d gotten his two legs to let him outside for a bit. After making his dirt, and properly burying it, he strolled off for an evening walk. His ears flicked at the sounds in the shadows. Those weren’t there before. He followed the noises. The noises grew louder and he realized there was a cat fight in front of him. He moved to a better vantage point. After first he couldn’t tell sides. Then he slowly got a sense of who was fighting who. The slightly bigger cats on one side, and smaller ones on the other. It was a draw as near as he could tell.
The parties left and he stayed where he was for the moment, thinking. In the end he settled for the smaller cats. Jumping down from his vantage point, he sauntered after the group. When he caught up, he explained he wanted to join. They were skeptical at first. Not that he blamed them. He knew nothing of their ways. Still he tried to find ways to fit in and learn. He taught them what he knew about relaxing and singing. They didn’t always appreciate his singing either, but that was ok.
(I am so sorry. I got carried away! XD)
Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 5:10 pm
Warrior Name of Cat: BraveSong Link to Cat on Petfinder:Mooey
He reminds me of my current kitty, also coincidentally a black and white former stray named for a cow -- she's my little Moo Moo. So this fellow has won my heart, I hope someone bring him home and gives him a good home. emotion_bigheart
Which Clan did they escape to: Riverclan How did this cat become a warrior: BraveSong was born to a former kittypet named Freckles living deep in two-legged territory, she was in the early stages of pregnancy when her owners moved and left her behind. Alone and in a venerable state, she had no choice but to venture away from her home to find a safe place to have and raise her kits.
She made her home in a local park, learning to swim to hunt fish and ducks in the pond -- it was hard for a kittypet, but she knew she needed to survive for the sake of her kits. She carefully avoided the local strays she saw in the area, not sure whether or not they would be friendly or not. She learned after her kits were born, they were not friendly at all.
The local strays became hostile upon hearing that a kittypet had made her home in their territory, and set out to take her and her newborn kits out to protect their land and hunting grounds.
The skirmish between Freckles and the strays did not last long --- she was severely outnumbered and not strong enough to keep them away from her litter. In the end, she was only able to save one kit.
Freckles fled, both her and her one remaining kit bearing heavy gashes as a testament to their struggle. She found her way to the clan territories, carrying her kit as she dove into the river for safety as she looked for a place to recover with her child. Eventually, exhausted from swimming for what seemed like an eternity, they washed up nearly dead from their injuries on the shores of Riverclan territory, where a patrol group found them and brought them to their clan's medicine cat for treatment.
Freckles unfortunately died from her injuries under the medicine cat's care, but begged for the clan to keep and care for her child.
A kind hearted queen stepped forward and promised to adopt the tiny scarred kit as her own if the medicine cat could keep him alive, and named him Bravekit in honor of his mother, for bravely giving her life to protect her kit.
I'm bad at writing, but I tried my best.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 9:38 pm
Warrior Name of Cat: Ashrisen Link to Cat on Petfinder:Malory Which Clan did they escape to: ThunderClan (standing lines preferable) How did this cat become a warrior: Malory's littermates were bright, coated in sun stripes and dawn skies. They stood out like the, well, sun. Oranges, red, and yellows, just like their mom. As a kit, she'd been envious of how they stood out, especially against the abandoned two leg nest they had all lived in. Maybe that hadn't been the best thing though. It was that bright eye catching fur that led to them being picked up by two leg kits and carried away. She never saw them again.
Her mother got quiet after her kits were taken from her. Malory had had only had six moons with her siblings before they were swept out of her life, like a distant dream. After the search came up dry, there was no play or chatter, just a silent grieving queen and her tiny shadow.
Through her own efforts and the lackluster teachings of her mother, Malory learned to hunt and gather. Her mother began to get sick and Malory did her best to hunt for them both and provide her mom fresh bedding. The routine settled in as Malory's mother never fully recovered, afflicted with a deep rib shaking cough. Things weren't bad between them, just quiet and always colored by the undertone of loss. Malory always did her best to maintain an optimistic spirit, pointing out the small things to love about each day. She held fast to the naive belief that her littermates would find their way back someday. Even if it was just a way to fight back the anxious sadness that ticked at her, it was better to fight for hope then to let herself be consumed by her grief. Her mother even started to join her some days that she was feeling well enough, sun bathing and sharing tongues and imparting what wisdom she could to her only remaining kit.
After this past leafbare, a particularly bad leafbare, it was again that bright fur that got them in trouble. Malory, if on her own, could hide the sunbursts on her fur among the rusted pipes and steel. Her mother wasn't so easy to hide with her loud hacking coughs and sunshine pelt.
Twolegs came in and they grabbed up her mother, pulling her from where she was trying to hide. The twolegs were deaf to the old queen's cries of blame and misery, just as Malory was deaf to her mother begging her to run. Malory couldn't leave her mother.
Malory doesn't have the clearest memories of what happened next, just that the roar of monsters surrounded her and her mother as they huddled close together, the smells of fear scent and urine pervading her nose and making her eyes water. She does remember how the twolegs tore them away from each other, pulling her mother hissing and spitting away from her last child. Malory had squirmed and called mournfully after her mother, the fresh feeling of loss creeping into her as her mother left her sight. Last time, she'd stayed hidden when the twoleg kits had come, and for that, she lost her brothers and sisters. She had stood beside her mother when the twolegs came for her, and for that, their parting was that much more painful.
Her last memory of her mother was burned into her mind, one of a broken old queen, fighting with every ounce of vigor still left in her bones to get to the only child she still had.
Malory hid the loss away, instead feeding a false hope, even when the cats (prisoners) here informed her on how things worked, how her mother was likely dead, how they'd be dead too if taken through that back passage. Malory lost all sense of time without the moon overhead, but it was long enough for her to grow used to the routine of the place. The dread and loss were greater demons now, tugging insistently at her paws, making her feet drag when she walked, making her voice catch when she tried to speak. She still put forth a hopeful and friendly front, but even she didn't believe it.
The sound of wailing and panic woke her from sleep, jolting her from unconsciousness in seconds. Malory found herself coughing almost immediately, her whole body shaking with the force of them, as her eyes stung and an acrid black sunk into her nostrils like poison. Smoke filled her lungs with every inhale and she tried to rid herself of it with every exhale.
Cats were screaming all around her, and for good reason. The twoleg's holding nest was on fire.
Panic bubbled in her chest and Malory found herself being swept away in the madness with the others. They were trapped and there was a fire. There was no way out of these cages, she'd tried before, they'd all tried. It was snippets of a story she'd heard when she was first testing out her cage that gave her an idea. Apparently, there'd been a cat once, Jupiter, that had gotten out of his cage. He'd gotten in quite a bit of trouble for that with the twolegs, but he'd been in a top shelf cage like her too, maybe, just maybe she could do what he did.
She began throwing herself at the door of her cage, backing up, then throwing herself again. The cage teetered slightly, but it wasn't enough.
It just wasn't enough.
Malory yowled and moaned with the rest of them as she kept ramming her cage front like a feral beast, consumed by the fear. Red and yellow and orange light flared at the edges of her vision and she could hear her littermates coming for her blood, for revenge for not standing with them. They were going to burn her away for it.
Sometime between blood filling her mouth and something snapping with a thick wet snap, the world went spinning. Fire burned in her right arm, tearing into her fevered mind. She was throwing up blood and limp on her side and wailing still rung in her ears, but the pitch was raising now as that fire began to eat fur and flesh in the far reaches of the compound.
Malory's senses were slow to come back, but her body was already dragging itself up and out of the cage's now open door, latch knocked out of place by the fall. She dragged herself to the far reaches of the room. It was painful going, and she paused when she caught a draft a flow of wind and followed it to a desk and just by it, a hole in the wall usually sealed by an invisible barrier but the wind meant it was open.
She didn't hesitate to jump out that exit, pain and stumbling be damned. She was driven by instinct and fear, the soothing balm of her own lies ripped away. She was alone, she knew she was alone. Her mother had been gone for who knows how long, her brothers and sisters lost ages ago. The madness burned away the veil she'd laid over her own eyes and left her but one choice. Survive.
Malory didn't want to think of the death screams that chased after her paws as she ran away as well as she could on a broken leg, she didn't want to think of the smoke that had seeped into her skin that would likely never leave her, or the hope that she had shattered herself for the sake of survival. Ifher mother had still been alive, she wasn't now.
Malory limped as far away as she could. On the edges of tree cover, so far away from her once prison, she turned and watched orange and red and yellow dance against deep blue and black. The nest was no longer visible, but the lights glaring out into the night searching for their escaped prey was.
Sitting there, cut loose from all the ties she'd ever had in life, lost and alone, Malory mourned the loss of her littermates, the loss of her mother, and all those she left to burn away in the fire.
It was as Malory sat vigil there, watching the smoke curl into the sky long after the twoleg's monsters had come and gone and the fire had been slain, that the ThunderClan patrol found her. A stranger on their territory, reeking of smoke and fear and twolegs. The ThunderClanners were patient with her though, familiar with loss and grieving, allowing her to finish her vigil in silence.
Only as dawn set in did she turn to face them, injured, ashamed, and alone, but she set her shoulders and faced them head on, hopeful that perhaps she could find help here.
Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 12:23 pm
Warrior Name of Cat: Darkcloud Link to Cat on Petfinder:Ruzina Which Clan did they escape to: Thunderclan How did this cat become a warrior: Darkcloud was never content to be cooped up indoors. Young and full of energy, her two-legs quickly realized that letting her out in the yard was the only way to get her to stop destroying the house. Now they had to deal with the occasional 'present' left on the porch, but it seemed a small price to pay compared to torn furniture and yowling at all hours of the night. Ruzina for her part wasn't content with just her yard. Exploring beyond her territory led to interesting encounters, sometimes with other house cats. This didn't always go well, often ending in skirmishes if the other cat didn't take kindly to her passing through. Her adventures lasted longer and longer, until she wasn't coming back to the nest every night, sometimes finding a place outdoors to sleep. If she traveled far enough she would come to a forest of dark trees. She'd eyed it a few times on her travels but hadn't dared ventured in.
By this point she was nearly exclusively an outdoor cat, hardly ever coming back to her owners' nest and if she did wander in it didn't take long for her to be bored. The wide world outside beckoned to her, and her inquisitive nature didn't let the call go unanswered. She would find herself time and time again at the edge of the dark woods, ears twitching with curiosity. Finally one day her courage took her into the treeline. It was as if night had fallen suddenly, with how thick the branches overhead were. Pine needles and compacted loam were underfoot, and the whole place had an eerie feel to it. A more musty smell. She could smell other cats here, scents left rubbed up on a tree trunk here or a rock there. She would sniff curiously and then move on. There was a path to cross too, and then a clearing that smelled of old wood smoke. Two legs had been here before, perhaps. Maybe many times. She was busy investigating when a noise behind her caused her to whirl around. Another cat, and she'd only heard his approach because of a kindle-dry twig that had snapped underpaw. He hissed at her angrily, tail thrashing as he called out for her to run. Go back to her twolegs, since she was obviously a useless kittypet. Angry, her back arched and she hissed at him in turn, not unfamiliar with fights.
This wasn't like any fight she'd ever been in before though. His claws were razor sharp and when he aimed for her throat it was clear he meant to kill her, if he could. She knew nothing of clan life, had no idea of what a Shadowclan apprentice was, or that his mentor and the rest of the patrol would probably be close by. She only knew she was currently fighting for her life, for the first time. Her relatively soft life meant more food, and her being a bit older and a bit bigger was perhaps the only thing that saved her as she fought to kick him away after another stinging swipe of his claws. The yowling soon caught the attention of other cats and they charged into the old campground, hurling themselves towards her as they screeched in anger. For a moment she thought to fight them all, but logic soon kicked in as she realized she'd have no chance. Angry, she hissed and twisted away from her opponent before bolting off, the three of them chasing her. Back into the trees she dove, running as fast as her legs could take her. The clan territory line was invisible to her, the smells different but not known. Still, the Shadowclan cats were not keen to give up their chase, crashing over the line with little regard as they beared down on the intruder. Still, she ran, skittering over fallen logs and dodging thorn bushes. They were gaining on her and she knew it. She'd either have to keep running and hope they quit on their own, or turn around and fight. A fight that would probably result in her death, but a better death than being pounced on while trying to flee and then torn apart, she thought. Her mind made up, she skittered in the dirt, turning around quickly to face the charging cats. Her chest heaved from breathing hard and her young body was much too small to fight the two fully sized cats, but she stood her ground anyway. Ears pinned back as she snarled at them, they didn't even bother slowing down, simply running into her. The crash of cats sent the birds onto their wings, flying away from the sudden battleground.
Luckily the disturbance wasn't just heard by birds. A Thunderclan patrol was renewing their scent along the Shadowclan boarder and was close enough to hear the yowling. Racing into the path of torn undergrowth from the intruding Shadowclan, they were surprised to see what looked like a kittypet in the fray. Her pelt was torn in several places from the attacking cats, but still she fought. She'd have to be dealt with later, the trespassers were a greater concern at the moment. They fell upon the Shadowclan patrol, fighting them back to their territory line even as the young kittypet tried to help drive off her attackers. It was a quick but brutal fight, with the Shadowclan cats finally relenting and bounding off back for their camp, calling back jeers about Thunderclan being made half of kittypets anyway, what was one more.
Not that Thunderclan had decided to accept her yet, that wasn't for the patrol to decide. They had little choice but to take her back to camp though, as she collapsed from her wounds. If she wasn't seen to, quickly, she could die. Let LostStar decide what was to be done, but they couldn't just leave her here to bleed out. They dragged her back as gently as they could, the youngest of them being sent as a runner to let the camp know what happened.
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Fernpool and DizzyTail would have their paws full with her. As soon as her eyes were open she was trying to stand. And once she could stand she was trying to move around. it took no little bit of coaxing and threats to get her to rest. She was brave, for a kittypet. Untrained, but had the potential to be a good warrior, if she had a good mentor. She was a little older than most apprentices were when they started with a mentor, and of course she would have to deal with her past of being a kittypet, she'd have to fight to prove herself. Good thing she was a fighter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 3:11 pm
Warrior Name of Cat: Klommei Link to Cat on Petfinder:Maggie Which Clan did they escape to: How did this cat become a warrior: She is greedy for more hunting lands. Although mice, vole, frogs, and salamanders are ok she wants more than just what the lands have to offer her. If she can manage it she'll try to get to one of the other lands and snag some food. She actually is quite decent as climbing despite being one of the shadowclan cats. Hiding and sneaking are two things that she is really good at and excel at. She was dumped there and just made it her home.
Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2016 9:00 pm
Annnnd we are Closed Thanks everyone for playing this month!
