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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:21 pm
Riverclan   RP Color: #8B0A50
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:22 pm
Retired Cats: The EpidemicName of Cat: Charon Clan: Bloodclan Picture: linkDo you want your cat to leave to avoid the plague or get the virus?: Contracted mild case, fled clan lands. Fate unknown. How did they get the virus: Eating recently infected carrion For event or forever: Forever Do you agree that if you give up your cat forever you will not be able to rp that cat, breed that cat or any other things. You may still use the pictures as sig candy but that is about it: Yes Name of Cat: EnchantedWing Clan: Windclan Picture: linkDo you want your cat to leave to avoid the plague or get the virus?: Virus. Dies expressing doubt in Starclan. How did they get the virus: Bitten by infected cat For event or forever: Forever Do you agree that if you give up your cat forever you will not be able to rp that cat, breed that cat or any other things. You may still use the pictures as sig candy but that is about it: Yes Name of Cat: ShadowPuppet Clan: Shadowclan Picture: linkDo you want your cat to leave to avoid the plague or get the virus?: Virus. Leaves the clan quietly to not infect anyone else and passes away. How did they get the virus: Elder, weakened immune system + bad prey. For event or forever: Forever Do you agree that if you give up your cat forever you will not be able to rp that cat, breed that cat or any other things. You may still use the pictures as sig candy but that is about it: Yes
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:24 pm
Archives:
(RP in main/event threads, not in the guild)
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:41 pm
RainWhisker's Introduction Location: Main Shop Thread Page: 114 Date: Sep 02, 2007 LINKQuote: (Since Sunstar's post is already in the main thread I suppose I'll continue the RP here. Being separated from the main group during the dog attack work for everybody?)
Rainwhisker sat motionless on a thick low hanging branch, his nose wrinkled in disgust. No self respecting warrior would have run like he did. He shivered, and turned his neck to lick at the fur that was now standing on the back of his neck.
He hadn't slept all night. He tried to convince himself that keeping watch for the dogs was his duty as a warrior, that he should be ready to report any movement back to Sunstar. However, he knew what really motivated him was fear. Even if he were back at camp, snuggled in his mossy bed in the warrior's den, surrounded by his comrades, he wouldn't have been able to sleep. At the first sight of those gaping jaws, and those mad eyes, he had run like a kit. The barking had been deafening, almost as loud as the monsters that cruised the Thunderpath.
A tiny rustle below him took his mind off the dogs. Thank Starclan he was downwind of the mouse. He couldn't get hope to drop to the ground and creep up on it, but if he launched himself out of the tree surprise might provide him with just enough time to close the distance between him and his prospective meal.
Silently he pushed off, sailing through the air. His paws landed heavily and the mouse froze at the sudden vibration, but Rainwhisker was already powering toward it. His back feet crunched through fallen leaves but it wouldn't matter how much noise he made now. Claws extended he made the last leap. He flicked the mouse into the air and then brought his full weight down on it with both his front paws. A quick bite finished the job, and he quickly set to work eating.
The meal was only partly satisfying. He guiltily buried the bones, wondering what had just gotten into him. What if others at camp needed food more than him? There were sure to be injuries, and with fewer warriors to hunt they could use all the food they could get.
Resolving to hunt on the way home, Rainwhisker looked around. He was pretty sure he was still in Thunderclan territory, but he was pretty far out. He inhaled deeply, hoping to catch a whiff of some scent markers to ensure he didn't stray past another clan’s boundary.
However, past the scent of his recently devoured mouse, there was something else. He smiled at the distinctly Thunderclan scent. Another cat was nearby. Or was it more than one?
(Anyone who needs a cat introduced feel free to post next :3) Quote: Rainwhisker bounded toward the sound of the familiar voice, a wave of relief washing over him. He didn't know if she had run or if she had stood and fought, but he knew the gentle queen wouldn't chastise him for his cowardice.
"Brightheart!" he mewed happily when he caught sight of her light fur among the leaves. He opened his mouth to ask if she had fled as well, but closed it quickly. He couldn't scent any blood, and she appeared unharmed. She must have run like me, Rainwhisker deduced. However, pointing this out would only insult her, so his mind raced to think of something else to say.
He was saved from asking a lame question about hunting by the sound of another cat approaching.
"Cinderpelt!"
Quote: Without getting injured at all? There was no accusation in the medicine cat's voice, only relief and concern, but Rainwhisker still scowled at her words and stared intently at his paws. Cinderpelt could have been a bit more tactful about that, he unfairly thought. His pride still stinging, he turned away from the pair and headed toward camp. Now he almost wanted to see a warrior who had fought, if only to get the first awkward encounter over with quickly. Somehow talking about his cowardice to Cinderpelt, who never forgot her duty to her clan, only darkened his mood more.
A blur of white streaked with the brown red of drying blood barreled past him. Rainwhisker blinked and watched Cloudtail greet his mate. Smiling for the pair, he continued on his way. He would have to apologize to them for leaving so quickly, but now he would go hunt. It would cool his head and calm his nerves, and maybe he could come up with an explanation for his odd behavior by the time he met up with the others again back at camp.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 9:38 pm
Riverclan Leader RP Entry: Location: Riverclan Event Thread Page: 6 Date: Sep 22, 2007 LINKQuote: Couldn't resist entering. I sorta wrote more on the event that occurred than the actual gathering- I liked the concept too much to just condense it to something she told the other leaders. Hope thats alright. (Mothpelt was Mothstar's Warrior name, and Mothwing is the medicine cat. I think I've fixed most of the spots where I mix up the names, but if you see a name that you think is the other it probably is...) Name: Mothstar
Colors: Mothstar is a brown cat with marks shaped like folded gypsy moth's wings on her back (I'll make a sketch if I somehow win). Her eyes are also brown.
Attitude: Mothstar is a very good hunter, and she is very dedicated to her clan. However, she is afraid of offending other cats and clans and often lets her own warriors and other leaders push her around. She is fearful of twolegs, but is rather accustomed to them because they come to the river so much in the summer. Mothstar is hostile toward loners if they threaten to take up any of the clan’s resources.
Male or Female: Female
Roleplay:
“Congratulations Mothpelt!”
“Yes, Mothpelt, you’ll make a great deputy!”
The brown she cat purred with delight as her clanmates chanted her name. She scanned the crowd for her former mentor Redfoot to find him beaming at her, pride shining in his blue eyes. Mothpelt turned to look at Pebblestar, and the grey and white cat nodded. Mothpelt stepped off the stone in where her ceremony had just taken place into the welcoming group of Riverclan cats.
***
“Darkfoot, Smudgefur, and Whiteface, you can fish up by the twoleg bridge, there hasn’t been much activity there for while. Owleye, Greywater, and Brownfoot, you can fish at the stepping stones.”
“Shall I bring Scalepaw?”
“Of course, Brownfoot, and you two can go straight from hunting to training if Owleye or Greywater don’t mind carrying your catch back.”
“Fine with me,” Greywater answered. “I’ll fetch Owleye from the nursery. I believe he’s checking in on his kits.”
Mothpelt watched approvingly as the hunting parties formed. The dawn patrol would be returning soon, she should choose cats for the next patrol.
Pebblestar slipped out of his den and stretched.
“How am I doing my first day?” Mothpelt called.
“Excellently,” her leader replied. “Feel free to assign Flowerfur to the next patrol as well, Mothwing informed me that that cracked pad of hers has healed well. Who else would you select?”
“Orangetail and Bogstep could go with her,” Mothpelt answered, feeling confident in her choices.
Pebblestar nodded. “Good. I see you have everything under control here.”
“Pebblestar! Pebblestar!” Owleye burst out of the nursery, his already huge eyes twice their usual size. “Lionkit is gone!”
“Calm down, Owleye,” Pebblestar answered. “Have you checked the other dens?”
“Yes, I checked everywhere in camp. Sunwhisker thought he and Russetkit were going to play with Mothwing. She offered to watch them at the medicine cat’s den to give Sunwhisker a break, but only Russetkit showed up! Mothwing assumed Lionkit had just decided to sleep as well, so she didn’t tell anyone!”
Pebblestar’s eyes widened. “Owleye, run and catch the hunting party that just left, tell them to search upriver! Greywater, wake Orangetail and Bogstep and search by the stepping stones! Brownfoot, take your apprentice and circle the area of the camp away from the river, in case Starclan was merciful enough to guide him away from the water.”
Fear gripped Mothpelt. The clan had already lost two of Sunwhisker’s kits when they wandered too close to the river. Its banks were flooded more than usual this leafbare and it would only get worse as greenleaf came. The camp was flooded with movement as cats raced to search for Lionkit.
“Come on Mothpelt,” Pebblestar yowled as he bounded out of camp. “You can I will search downriver!”
Mothpelt barreled after the retreating grey and white form. Plants whipped her face and cold mud spattered her fur, but she kept running. They couldn’t lose anther kit. They just couldn’t!
A shrill, tiny wail rose up over the roar of the river. Mothpelt almost ran into Pebblestar as he stopped abruptly and turned toward the sound. A few more rabbit hops and she was up to her belly in icy water. The current tugged at her legs, and the shifting mud under her paws threatened to make her lose her balance. Pebblestar kept moving forward until only his head was visible. He cut through the water with swift strokes, toward the wet gold kit balanced on a dead branch caught against a rock.
Lionkit saw the other cat coming and tried to take a step forward.
“Lionkit! No!” Mothpelt yowled, but it was too late. The shift in weight caused the branch to pull free, and Lionkit was dumped into the numbingly cold water. Pebblestar stopped paddling and allowed himself to be carried away with the kit. Mothpelt struggled ashore and gave chase, her heart pounding.
Lionkit was swept under the current and Pebblestar dove after him. When the two didn’t resurface Mothpelt threw herself into the water as well. She gasped at the sudden cold, chocking on a mouthful of water. When she surfaced to take another breath Mothpelt saw the bundle of gold fur that was Lionkit bobbed up as well, and she caught his scruff in her mouth.
“Mothpelt! Over here!”
She struggled against the current toward the bank toward Redfoot. Thank Starclan, the Dawn patrol cats had found them! The larger cat caught a hold of Mothpelt as she drew near and pulled her onto the soggy mud. Leafpaw, his current apprentice, bent to take Lionkit.
“Ravenwing has gone to fetch Mothwing,” Redfoot assured.
“Pebblestar,” Mothpelt managed to gasp.
Redfoot’s eyes widened with fear. “We didn’t see him! We though it was just you who found Lionkit!”
Mothpelt scrambled to her feet and dived again. Pebblestar could just be further downriver now, but Mothpelt a horrible certainty that that had not been the case. Pebblestar had been an amazing swimmer; the current alone would not keep him from breaking to the surface.
As she opened her eyes underwater Mothpelt’s worst fear was realized. Pebblestar writhed in agony, his green eyes panicked. A twoleg fishing line had wound itself around his back left foot and repeatedly tugged him back down. His eyes stared blankly at her as he lost a life, and then the light would return to them for an awful moment as he returned from Starclan. Mothpelt struggled to the surface and paddled back upstream before diving and watching the process over again. And again. And again.
Try as she might, she couldn’t swim deep enough to reach him.
***
“Riverclan is here!”
“Where is Pebblestar?”
“Where is Rosefeather?”
“Who is that leading them?”
“Something’s wrong!”
“Tell Sunstar! Hurry!”
“Someone get Murkystar!”
“Pebblestar isn’t here?”
Mothstar pushed through the Gathering, trying to shut out the cries of confusion and disbelief that came from the other clans. The small group of cats behind her looked sad and defeated. They did not look at the other clans, and sat together away from the rest.
Mothstar took a deep breath and leapt onto the rock in the center of Fourtrees, next to Sunstar.
“Only clan leaders stand here. If you are speaking for Pebblestar you must give your report from below,” Murkystar, leader of Shadowclan, hissed.
“Pebblestar has not sent me,” Mothstar said quietly. “I am Mothstar.”
The resulting protests, yowls, and discussions took many moments to subside.
“But he only received his nine lives a few moons ago!” Sunstar gasped, his mouth hanging open.
“Where is Rosefeather? She was deputy at the last gathering,” Beezestar commented.
“Rosefeather has also joined Starclan,” Greywater answered from where the deputies sat. “Of course Windclan should already know that.”
“Are you accusing my clan of something?” Breezestar asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Greywater!” Mothstar called in astonishment.
Greywater ignored his leader. “Windclan attacked Rosefeather when she was escorting Mothwing to the Moonstone!”
“Your medicine cat did not need a guard! To send one was an insult to Windclan!”
“There had been dog attacks in the area; we had every right to send a warrior!” Greywater continued.
“Greywater! This is not the time! Let our leader speak!”
Mothstar gave a grateful smile to Redfoot before addressing the other leaders again. “Riverclan is suffering. We have lost our leader and deputy in a very short time. However, I have already been to Highstones and have received my nine lives, and our new deputy is Greywater. We mourn the loss of two of our kits.” Mothstar shifted uneasily. “That is all.”
***
“That is all? That is all! Why didn’t we just tell every clan that it’s a perfect time to invade?”
“Greywater, I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You could have kept the kit’s deaths a private matter! You could have made Leafpaw a warrior so we could show the other leaders that we still have cats to fight!”
Mothstar quivered. “I’m sorry.”
“Greywater, don’t question our leader,” Owleye said. “She did the best she could under the circumstances.”
Greywater padded out of Mothstar’s new den.
“Thank you,” Mothstar said quietly.
“I haven’t forgotten how you saved my kit,” Owleye answered. “You have proved that you are a strong and brave cat Mothstar, you just need to believe it. Greywater was the obvious choice for deputy, but when he sees you falter he will assert his own authority. Don’t let him do that Mothstar. You’re the better leader. I know you are.”
Mothstar stared in disbelief as Owleye turned and left. He had given her a lot to think about.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:00 pm
Mothstar Settles In Location: Main Shop Thread Page: 151, 162 Date: Oct 13, 2007 LINKQuote: "Of course I don't mind, Fernstar. If our warriors bring back even half the prey they promised the fresh kill pile will be overflowing," Mothstar purred. She hooked a medium sized fish with her claw and settled down a few rabbit hops away. Mothstar ate in silence for a few moments, but then looked at Fernstar, the look on her face betraying concern.
"Do you think we should have allowed so many warriors near Sunningrocks at one time? Thunderclan might see it as a threat. It would be so much nicer if the territory was just ours since we benefit from the prey so much," she added as an afterthought.
Mothstar glanced around, hoping that no one but Fernstar had heard her. She didn't want her warriors getting their hopes up. They couldn't launch an attack right now, they had to keep peace with their neighbors while Riverclan was getting used to its recent leadership changes. Quote: Mothstar stared at Ravenfall, her eyes wide. She couldn't tell if the she cat had been serious or not. Thankfully Fernstar took over.
"It's settled then, the kit will be taken back to Shadowclan," Mothstar purred when the moment of unease had passed. "I'm proud of our clan's enthusiasm to accompany him, but too many of us, as good as our intentions are, may provoke an attack. Three warriors should be more than enough. I suggest you pass through Thunderclan territory, sticking close to Fourtrees. Be sure to alert Thunderclan of our purpose. They might be able to help us cross the Thunderpath, as the one bordering Shadowclan is much bigger than any near the river."
Mothstar sat and looked around, hoping that she had thought of everything. Should she have selected three cats or would it be alright to see which were most excited to go? Having all of her clan watch her speak made Mothstar feel self conscious. She licked at her shoulder, waiting for the next cat to speak.
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