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Post by Pirate on Nov 26, 2012 18:31:28 GMT -5
FernClan
In the deepest recesses of a dark forest lies a civilization of animals unknown to the world. Here lies the organization of the Clans in what the Two Legs call Rembrant Forest. Here lie two Clans, sworn enemies to one another, a gathering of feral cats that have lived in the forest for decades.
RidgeClan, the dark cats of the forest with a shady past. They live in the ravine that cuts the forest in half. Dark and cruel, RidgeClan cats are known to be the most vile cats in the forest. They take what they want, when they want it, and will do anything to achieve it.
After a brutal attack from RidgeClan, FernClan's leader, Larkstar, on her last life is attempting to pull the pieces of her clan back together. Many died, she herself lost her second to last life in the battle. Now she needs to gather the remaining cats and any Loners and Kittypets roaming the forest to bring FernClan back to it's once great status.
Setting
FernClan is located in a clearing surrounded by thick thorn bushes, lush ferns, and large, towering oaks that cast a cool shade through the camp. The leader's den is located under the Calling Rock, covered by a curtain of lichen. The Calling Rock is a strange natural occurrence of a rock protruding from a trunk of an oak and is where Larkstar calls the clan meetings. Beside her den is the Medicine Cats den. Similar, it is nestled in a hollow in the roots of the Great Oak, and has two more hollows leading further into the bowels of the tree; a place for the sick to rest and another place for the Medicine Cat to keep their herbs and supplies. Across the clearing is the Warrior's Den, nestled in the roots of another large oak and neighboring the Nursery. The fresh-kill pile is located against a boulder a short ways away.
Rules
1) This is a semi-literate role play. I'd prefer one decent paragraph, but I'll accept three sentences minimum.
2) Let's not curse. Instead we'll use Warriors language.
3) It's hard to avoid a little GMing, but definitely no Power Playing. In a fight, don't say "Perfectfoot used his strong legs to leap out of the way of Suckishear's attack and avoided any others coming toward him." Let's be a little realistic with our talking cats.
4) You have to make at least one Kittypet/Loner/Rouge. The Clan is rebuilding itself.
5) Ranks are first come, first serve. Deputy will be chosen during RPing.
Ranks of Fern Clan
Leader: Larkstar
Deputy: Swiftstorm
Medicine Cat: Adderstripe (Temporarily until one is made by a role player)
Warriors:
OaktailAmberpaw
SilverheartNightpaw
Dawnlight
Apprentices
Amberpaw
Nightpaw
Queens:
Kits:
Elders:
Others:
Meek
Smoke
Angel
Tigerheart
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Post by Pirate on Nov 26, 2012 18:37:53 GMT -5
Larkstar exited her den, stretching out slightly in the cool dawn morning. She made her way toward the center of the FernClan camp, sighing as she looked around her. It was so empty. And there was so much work to do. With a sigh, she gathered her haunches and leapt up to the Calling Rock. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Calling Rock for a Clan meeting," she called out across the clearing. Her morning wake up call; she needed to sort out the patrols for the day before deciding on a new deputy to do it for her. Moments after her call, Oaktail emerged from the Warrior's Den, his jaws spreading in a yawn as he made his way over. He sat down near the base of the tree, blinking the sleep from his eyes and curling his dark tail around his feet.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Nov 26, 2012 18:56:09 GMT -5
Nightpaw woke when he heard Larkstar calling for a meeting. The young apprentice yawned and stretched before existing the den and heading over to the Calling Rock. Swiftstorm was already awake when Larkstar made her announcement. With a soft sigh, the greyish-white she-cat got to her paws and made her way over to the base of the rock, taking a seat beside Oaktail. She gazed up at her leader, figuring she would be discussing patrols and the new apprentices. Fernclan had suffered so much - no thanks to Ridgeclan -but it was time for the clan to slowly get back on its feet.
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Post by Kitteh on Nov 26, 2012 19:39:57 GMT -5
Dawnlight looked up from where she was grooming her long fur near the warriors den, picking herself up and smoothing down the last of the tufts. She was a warrior, sure, but basic decency was always required in her mind. Not like anyone would really care if she came back looking like she had been fighting a badger, but she liked to feel clean nonetheless. She trotted over to the Calling Rock and sat next to Swiftstorm, who was sitting next to Oaktail. "Good morning," she said to both of them. A faint purr resonated in the back of her throat.
Amberpaw poked his head out of the apprentices' den, seemingly full of energy even though he had just awoken. He bounded out of the den, across the camp, and around Nightpaw before plopping down next to the young tom. "Hi, Nightpaw!" he greeted. "Ready for patrol today?"
Silverheart yawned as she climbed out of the warriors' den, digging her claws into the ground and stretching thoroughly before making her way over to the Calling Rock. She sat a little ways away from Dawnlight - just enough to overhear their conversation. And she was perfectly groomed, too! Ugh, her personality was just like honey - it's sweet... at first, but the more you eat it the sicker you become. Silverheart couldn't stand it. Disgusted, she directed her attention to Larkstar. She wondered who their leader would appoint as deputy. She knew that since their leader was on her last life, whoever was deputy was likely to become the head of Fernclan sooner rather than later. And she, for one, was getting worried that it was taking so long for Larkstar to decide. What would Starclan think of this?
[Quick question, is the rule that the leader has to choose a deputy before the next moonhigh still in place? If so, has Larkstar just chosen to ignore the rule? (If you want an excuse, maybe the deputy could have died the previous night of whitecough??)]
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Post by Pirate on Nov 26, 2012 20:22:48 GMT -5
[Eh, the Clan was mournng. She didn't have time to select one and she was waiting for more cats to regroup in case they got seperated.]
Larkstar's green eyes swept over her gathered clan and she felt a pang in her heart as she took in the small amount of cats left. Sighing, she blinked her eyes closed for a moment before opening them, determination shadowing their depths. "We need to send out a morning patrol. Oaktail, you will take Amberpaw and Nightpaw with you. Catch any prey you come across and can carry back. Silverheart and Dawnlight, you'll be the hunting patrol. Check the far borders as well while you're out." She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, dropping her head. "The deputy will be announced at sunhigh." She leapt down rom the Calling Rock, dispersing the meeting.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Nov 26, 2012 20:43:32 GMT -5
Swiftstorm deverted her eyes from her leader and focused on the she-cat beside her. "Good morning." She purred back. She glanced around at the gathered cats with a frown. "The numbers.." She mumured before shaking her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Larkstar. Once the she-cat had disappeared, Swiftstorm got her paws. She nodded her head towards Dawnlight as if to say good bye, before padding to the camp entrance to hunt. The clan needed all the food they could get.
Nightpaw nodded his head at his friend's question as he got to his paws. "Maybe we'll find some more cats." It was no secret that Larkstar was considering letting outsiders join. With the camps numbers so low, there was no way they could be resilent without more cats. "Come on, we better head other to Oaktail." The black tom made his way over to the warrior, stopping a few feet away, awaiting further instrutions.
EDIT: [Pie I added another cat in the SU]
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Post by Kitteh on Nov 26, 2012 23:05:03 GMT -5
[Alright, you da boss.]
Dawnlight stifled a sigh at Swiftstorm's words: it was true, their numbers were far too low. She felt a deep pang in her heart at all the friends she had lost, warriors who had fought bravely by her side for the sake of the clan. And so many kits and den mothers and elders slaughtered, for what? Territory? A show of strength? Her thoughts were interrupted by Larkstar's words. The leader's eyes seemed to shine with hope and determination - it was almost inspiring enough to make her get right up and fight all over again. But then... Oh, no. A patrol with only Silverheart? Starclan help me! she thought. She stole a glance at her sister and found the she-cat glaring at her. At Larkstar's final words, however, both cats looked up in surprise. Finally, Dawnstar thought, the Clan's had enough time to mourn. It's dangerous enough with Larkstar on her last life. The meeting over, Dawnlight padded over to her sister. "Look, I don't like this any more than you do, but it's for the sake of the Clan," she said. Silverheart blinked and after a pause, finally nodded. "Come on, then," Silverheart said, turning toward the camp entrance. Both cats trotted out of camp without a word.
"That would be so exciting!" Amberpaw said. "But it'd be so weird if a new cat joined the Clan, wouldn't you think?" Amberpaw wasn't sure about letting new cats into the Clan. Sure, they needed more cats from a numbers standpoint, but what would loners, rogues, and kittypets know about the warrior code? What loyalty would they have to a Clan? "Oh, right." Amberpaw snapped back to reality, following Nightpaw over to Oakheart.
Smoke crouched low, prowling through the underbrush toward an unsuspecting mouse. It was his, he was sure of it, and would make for a tasty breakfast. Suddenly, he stepped on a twig with a loud crunch and the mouse scurried off into the forest. "Foxdung," he muttered to himself. He'd spent all morning tracking that mouse; there wasn't another fresh scent for hundreds of fox-lengths around. Annoyed, he trotted into the bracken in the direction of the mouse. What's that? he wondered. A territory marking? The mouse had ran off into the territory of a strange cat with the unusual scent of ferns about it. But putting all caution aside, he followed the mouse into the territory. He was getting that mouse if it killed him. At first, all the scents smelled the same, but the further he walked, the more sure he became that there were at least a dozen cats in this territory. I'll just take the mouse and leave, he thought, beginning to grow uneasy.
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Post by Pirate on Nov 28, 2012 19:31:18 GMT -5
Oaktail flicked his ear in annoyance when he realized he would have to babysit the apprentices. It wasn't that he didn't like younger cats, he just didn't want to be in charge of both of them himself. With a slight sigh, he got to his paws and looked over towards the smaller cats approaching them. "Let's get going," he said in his gruff voice, not even bothering to greet them. He started through the entrance and left the camp, starting off toward the border. There wasn't much moving through the woods and the scent of prey was scarce. He paused a moment to let the apprentices catch up, before looking from one to the other. "What do you smell?" he asked, the words spoken to every apprentice on patrol.
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Post by Kitteh on Nov 28, 2012 22:30:06 GMT -5
"Great!" Amberpaw said, enthusiastically trailing behind Oaktail as the group exited the camp and ventured into the forest. He couldn't sense any prey about, but he tried to walk quietly nonetheless. (This was hard, however, because he had so much energy to spare.) Oaktail stopped. So did Amberpaw. He opened lifted his nose up and opened his jaw, drawing the thick forest scents over the roof of his mouth. "I smell... bracken and earth, and vole, but it's old. And... something else." He opened his mouth again, but couldn't recognize the scent. "It smells like cat, but not like any other cat I've ever smelled. Do you smell that, Nightpaw? Could it be a loner? If it is, I'll rip him to shreds!"
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Nov 28, 2012 23:13:08 GMT -5
Nightpaw followed close behind Amberpaw and Oaktail, only half paying attention as they ventured into the woods. He allowed his eyes to wander, as he took in every brush and tree. He didn't realize the other two toms had stopped and ended up walking into Amberpaw. "Oops, sorry." He muttered, snapping back into focus. At Oktail's question, Nightpaw opened his mouth, allowing the forest scents to waft to roof of his mouth. He too smelled another cat. His ear perked up in curiousity. "I do smell another cat." Unconsciously, the black tom took a step forward towards the scent. "Can we check it out Oaktail?"
Tigerheart limped through the forest, as he headed closer to Fernclan territory and farther away from Ridgeclan territory. He paused when he came to a dead log, realizing the only way around it was jumping over it. Tigerheart summoned his strength before leaping clumsily onto the log. He winced at the pain in his leg. He let out a whimper of pain before proceeding to hop off the log. The tom landed awkwardly, causing him to stumble on his side. "Foxdung." He cursed before sitting up and beginning to lick his wound. "Curse you Morningbreeze." The she-cat - and newest deputy of Ridgeclan - made sure to give Tigerheart the message that he was clearly never welcomed again in the Ridgeclan.
Angel trotted down her owner's steps as she headed out into their garden. It was a lovely day out, and Angel's owner Ellena was out tending to her plants. The twoleg paused in her work, wiping her brow with the back of her gardening glove. "Beautiful day isn't is Angel?" She commented. Angel padded over to her owner rubbing her side affectionately against her leg. The twoleg chuckled. "Good girl." She cooed as she stroked the she-cat's back. "Now I must get back to my garden." Ellena stopped her petting and began to get back to work. Angel, growing bored of watching her twoleg padded over to the white fence, outling the preimeter of the yard. Angel jumped on the the top and seated herself so that she was facing the woods, that were not so far off in the distance. Angel long to explore them, but knew her fears would keep her from venturing more than a couple feet away from her family's garden.
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Post by Kitteh on Nov 29, 2012 21:14:30 GMT -5
[I'll just RP the medicine cat until someone else wants to make one for the sake of convenience. His name shall be Adderstripe. If anyone else wants to actually make or just fill in for the medicine cat, by all means go ahead.]
Dawnlight and Silverheart walked for a while, the world completely silent except for the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves. A strange hostility hung in the air even though nothing had been said. Eventually they stopped. Dawnlight tasted the air and decided that there were enough prey around for this to be a decent hunting spot. "We can hunt well enough separately," Silverheart said curtly, turning and walking into the forest, that being the end of that. Dawnlight sighed, but didn't say anything. (The feeling was mutual, why argue?) Eventually, Silverheart caught a mouse and a plump vole and took the prey back to the place where they had separated, digging a hole to hide the prey until they were finished with the patrol. As she was scooping the dirt back over the catch, Dawnlight appeared from the trees with three decent-looking mice dangling from her mouth - one more than what Silverheart had caught. Silverheart narrowed her eyes. "Nice catch," she said dryly. "Thank you," Dawnlight replied. Dawnlight covered her prey and the two continued on to the border. Out of nowhere, Dawnlight asked, "What's that smell?" "What's what smell?" "Smells like... cat." The she-cat darted into the bushes, and Silverheart had to choice but to follow. When Silverheart caught up to her sister, Dawnlight was standing in front of a strange cat. Immediately Silverheart hissed, falling into a hostile stance. "What are you doing on Fernclan land?" Dawnlight demanded, although she didn't seem ready to attack like her sibling.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Nov 29, 2012 21:39:04 GMT -5
Tigerheart's ear twitched when the bushes rustled. For a split moment he wished it was an angry badger, come to put him out of his misery. Instead, a she-cat popped out. She hissed and stood in a hostile postition, ready to fight if he made a move. A few moments later another she-cat appeared. Tigerheart tried to get to his feet, but before realized the effort was useless. He grew confused at the first she-cat's question. "Fernclan?" He muttered, not even realizing he had wander onto their land. He hadn't picked up on their border markers at all, but now the she-cats' way too fimilar scent hit him. The smell that he use to love, but now was way too overwhelming. "There's no need for this." He motioned towards her stance with a flick of his tail. "As you can see I'm in no way a threat." He gave his wound another lick, wincing at the pressure.
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Post by Kitteh on Nov 29, 2012 22:42:26 GMT -5
Silverheart took one wiff of this strange cat and could barely stop herself from attacking him right there and then. "He's Ridgeclan," she hissed fiercely, seething with anger. The ones who had destroyed her clan, killed her loved ones. Dawnlight, however, seemed to think over Tigerheart's words deeply before responding. "What say you, hm?" she asked. "What am I to think of a wounded Ridgeclan cat on my territory?" (Silverheart despised her choice of words, but chose only to curse her mentally.)
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Nov 29, 2012 22:55:28 GMT -5
Tigerheart could tell Silverheart was restraining herself from killing him. He didn't blame her. He was considered an enemy after all. Or rather formly an enemy. He didn't say anything when she smelled the Ridgeclan on him, instead, he slowly pushed off his paws so that he was in a sitting postition, his injured leg awkwardly stretched to one side. He's green eyes shifted to Dwanlight, the seemingly less hositle one, when she asked him a question. "That is a good question. However, I am no longer a Ridgeclan warrior." He sighed. It hadn't even been a full day since he was driven out of his home. All over what? Because he fell for a Fernclan warrior? He should have never spared Rosepelt's life. He quickly regretted even thinking that statement.
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Post by Kitteh on Nov 29, 2012 23:24:35 GMT -5
Dawnlight fell into deep thought again, mulling over the situation and trying to choose her words carefully, but Silverheart was having none of it. "I don't care if you're wounded or blind or daft or anything," she spat. "I don't care if you've just died and maggots have infested your body, you had better get off Fernclan land -" "No." Dawnlight's words cut through the air like a knife. Silverheart was so stunned that she could not speak for a moment. "What?!" "We should bring him back to the clan and let him see Adderstripe. He's in no shape to fight and it's not our way to leave a wounded cat in the woods without a way to defend himself. I'd think Larkstar would like to have a word with him as well." Silverlight knew where this was going, and she had every intention of stopping it. "Dawnlight, you are crazy. I've never heard you say anything this crazy, and that's saying something." But Dawnlight ignored her, looking deep into the eyes of the outcast cat. "Well?" she asked. "It's either come with us or fend for yourself out here."
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Nov 29, 2012 23:39:06 GMT -5
Tigerheart flatened his ears at Sliverheart's words, not at all liking her tone. She would have to kill him and drag his body off Fernclan territory if she really wanted him to move, otherwise, he was staying put. He was just as surprised as Sliverheart when Dawnlight apposed. Tigerheart considered her offer carefully. Going back with them to camp meant he'd be going back to where Rosepelt used to live. It would kill him inside, but if he went back with him, he could get his leg fix and be on his way. He could leave and never have to deal with any clans again. Tigerheart struggled to his feet, yelping in pain as he put slight pressure on his leg. "Lead away."
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Post by Kitteh on Nov 30, 2012 20:12:02 GMT -5
A low growl rested in the back of Silverheart's throat as Dawnlight lead the way, flicking her tail to indicate the way to their camp. (Not like Tigerheart wouldn't know where it was already.) She hated the fact that they were bringing the enemy into camp, but she was positive that no one would stand for this and then everyone would see how ridiculous Dawnlight was, so she didn't argue. Dawnlight walked slow so the injured cat could follow without hurting himself. The two Fernclan warriors collected their kills and made their way back to the camp, where Larkstar would be waiting.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Dec 1, 2012 12:02:20 GMT -5
Tigerheart limped his way back to Fernclan's camp, struggling every step of the way. He noticed Dawnlight was going slow for him. He was confused as to why the she-cat was being so nice to him. Tigerheart slowed his pace even more, allowing a distance to be put between Silverheart and Dawnlight and himself. "Are you always this nice to enemies? Shouldn't you be hating me like you're friend does over there?" He motioned towards Silverheart with a nod of his head.
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Post by Kitteh on Dec 1, 2012 14:51:14 GMT -5
Dawnlight glanced over at Tigerheart as he caught up to her, but turned forward again to look through the dense brush of Fernclan territory as they walked. "No, not usually," she mumbled through the mice clutched in her jaw. "In other circumstances I wouldn't be so kind, but it's best you hear it from Larkstar when we get back to camp." Silverheart saw the two talking and glared at them, but said nothing.
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Post by Psychic Tiger on Dec 1, 2012 15:56:39 GMT -5
Tigerheart sighed when Dawnlight mentioned their leader. He doubt she'd be as nice as the she-cat beside him. Especially since he use to belong to the same clan that wipped out almost all of clan. Tigerheart cringed mentally. He remained quiet the rest of the walk back to camp, his thoughts drifting to Rosepelt. Would she be out hunting with these two? Or out training an apprentice? Tigerheart knew she had one, but he wasn't sure if it was still alive or not. He closed his eyes with a sigh, his heart growing heavy. Thinking of her pained him. He was glade when they finally reached the camp, allowing his mind to focus on other things.
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