We're based on the book series Warrior Cats by Erin Hunter. We're an (account per player) roleplay with no word count or character limit. We're set far off into the future when the tales of Firestar and the Great Journey have faded from living memory. The story now is told by YOU. Will you brave the wilds as a warrior? Enjoy the solitude of the loner life? Or purr-haps you enjoy being pampered like a kittypet! All of which, you can enjoy here! Our goal here is to recreate the feel of the early years of Warriors RP. Back when it was all about the community and having fun! Without the pressures of whatever ails you in the real world: school, work, life in general! So kick back, relax, and have fun with your fellow Warriors fans!
Greenleaf
Moon 205-208
Hot and Muggy
Temperatures rise as the days lengthen. The heat and humidty have the world slowing to a crawl. What lies on the horizon may be blue skies or fierce tempests.
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9/2/2024: Five Clans is now in Greenleaf!
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WindClan Members
ThunderClan she-cats
ShadowClan warriors
Discouraged:
Can still be created
RiverClan she-cats
Banned:
All bans exclude characters posted before July 2024
None
Census
Thunderclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
5
2
7
1
0
8
Riverclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
5
1
2
7
0
9
Windclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
6
3
1
4
1
6
Shadowclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
1
2
3
2
5
0
8
Skyclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
1
5
1
3
7
0
10
Rogues and Kittypets
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
1
0
0
1
0
1
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The last half-moon meeting found Acorntwig, the clan's medicine cat, given a dire warning.
Thunderclan's camp is empty, but for a small flower. He approaches it to get a closer look, but slowly the flower is covered in frost. Once it is covered completely, a black shadow swallows it up before the shadow gets big enough to swallow everything.
Danger looms over the clan. It is up to Thunderclan to determine what and how to protect their clan.
At the last half-moon meeting, Shadwoclan's medicine cat Dusklight recieved a warning.
In the Shadowclan camp, the sky is overcast, and a thunder rumbles heavily enough to shake her bones. A bright flash of lightning crashes down onto the nursery, setting it ablaze.
Something threatents the peace of Shadowclan. It is up to the clan to determine what and how to protect their clan.
the rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. but you are not here to see it.
The twitch of the clan-cat's whiskers was an unusually good-natured sight for an aging, scarred cat. "I can swim," she said. "Riverclan cats are usually swimming before they're even apprenticed. The river is usually quite calm, but it can freeze in leaf-bare and overflow and rush once it thaws." A painful, distant memory nipped at the back of her mind. She pushed it down and refused to acknowledge it.
It was easy to do so when Piper asked more questions. "No," she said, amusement fading but still laced around the edges of her tone. "But outsiders don't usually wash up on our territory, spat out by the sea."
She sat up, then, river-water running down her oily fur. She eyed Piper up and down for a long moment, then licked her jowls. "I don't think it's any coincidence you washed up on these shores," she said. "Someone, somewhere, seems to have a plan for you. I can't tell you what it is-- but Dacetail might be able to."
Her nose twitched. "What is your name?" She asked, at last.
Piper looked down at the running water, trying to imagine it frozen, or rushing. The ocean had moods, but it was no so single minded as a river always running downhill. It must have been a necessity for cats who live so close to it to be able to swim, even if they did tend to keep all four paws on the land. "Who would have a plan for me?" they said, a little incredulous, with another glance at the stars. Some plan it must be, to half drown them and strand them. But, they considered, it was Rainwhisker that found them, and not another cat who might not have been so kind.
They blinked, then, as if they had forgotten that introductions were a normal and expected part of meeting someone new. "Oh, I'm Piper." A pause, and then they add, "What's yours? And... who is Dacetail?"
the rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. but you are not here to see it.
Rainwhisker's nose twitched again, following Piper's glance to the sky for a beat. There was a brief plume of nervousness in her chest, the kind where you could only hope you were doing what you were supposed to do.
It was quickly set aside when Piper shared their name, which earned them a strange look. She'd forgotten that outsiders had strange names-- the kind that were short and made little sense. "I'm Rainwhisker," she said, (like that were a more sensible name, in the grand scheme of things), turning her muzzle back to the sky. "Dacetail is Riverclan's medicine cat. She takes care of us when we're sick and wounded, and communicates with Starclan. I think they sent you, but I don't know why."
She licked her muzzle, picking her next words carefully. "I think you should come back to camp with me," she began with, slowly. "I don't know if you'll be welcomed, or how the others would react to you-- but you could have shelter and prey and clan-mates. Maybe you could find out why they sent you. Or--" and she added this, like she realized it might be a big ask, "you could go up past Skyclan's territory where the twolegs are. You can have some time to think about it, if you want."
Wheatstar wouldn't like it, but Rainwhisker feared Starclan more.
"It is... good to meet you, Rainwhisker," said Piper, the name tasting strange in their mouth. Their ears folded back as they thought about her words, taking, for once, a proper moment to consider them. A whole clan of cats... How different would that be to their whole ship of twolegs, they wondered. They could talk to them, for one, but it would be so strange to consider it not a visit. And past this territory... Their gaze followed the river to the brackish water that became the sea, and then to the horizon.
"I can't leave," they said at last. "They won't know where to find me, if I leave." They looked back to Rainwhisker. "But I can't stay here in your territory without coming back with you, can I?"
the rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. but you are not here to see it.
"No," Rainwhisker said, grimly. "If you come back, a patrol might not let you leave unharmed."
She frowned. She had not even considered that Piper might want to go back to their twolegs-- or even that their twolegs might be looking for them. If they had washed up here, perhaps it wasn't so hard for the twolegs to find where they'd gone?
"I can take you to the border," she offered, instead. "Maybe the twolegs will know where yours are, and can help you get back to them."
Piper hesitated. Two years of stories they had heard from the harbor cats flickered through their mind. Stories of cats that had been left with another pair of twolegs once they grew old, or were injured, some of cats who had fallen into the water leaping from their ship to the dock and who were fished out and teased forever more by the cats that lived there, one from a stray who had been left behind when she was still sharp. He had never heard of any who found their home once they began to wander. But maybe those cats hadn't wanted to go back, as Piper did? They didn't know. They couldn't know. They should have paid more attention to the stories, and the advice.
They shook their head. "If I come with you, do I have to stay forever?" That seemed an important question, then. Once their ship came for them, perhaps they could leave again with them, and say farewell to this land and these strange cats. "I can do my part, while I'm here," they added, in case that was a worry. "I'm an excellent mouser." Well, at least they were when they didn't have all that brush and all those twigs making noise when they prowled through it.
the rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. but you are not here to see it.
"Mouser?" echoed Rainwhisker, eyes narrowing with thought. "Does that mean you are good at catching mice? We only eat those when the river is frozen over." With some exceptions, obviously, but generally it was both easier and better eatings to fish from the river.
To Piper's question, however, she shook her grey head. "Clan life isn't for everyone," she said. "Even some clanborn cats can't make it, but after they leave, they can never come back." Even though Piper had really just said they wanted to be found again, she didn't entirely consider they might leave the clan to return to their twolegs. Really, she was just concerned they might not be able to cut it as a warrior.
Her whiskers twitched. "I'll teach you what I can," she said, "but take tonight to think about it. I have to speak with Wheatstar." Her eyes glanced over Piper again. "Will you be alright? Do you need anything?"
"I am," they said, but their pride had ebbed away a little with that knowledge, "I dont have very much experience with fish, but I am sure I could learn?" They sounded a little less certain, now, but not quite discouraged, just yet. "I think I'll be alright, especially if you don't mind if I catch a mouse or two for myself." A pause, and they add, "Thank you."
They looked down to the water swirling around their paws, and then up at the sky, clearing up from the clouds, and then to Rainwhisker. "Before you go," they said, and hesitated, "Why can they not come back?" It seemed so odd, to disallow that, to Piper, if clans would sometimes steal kits to have more for themselves.
the rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. but you are not here to see it.
"I'll teach you," Rainwhisker said. She'd taught many apprentices before-- and though Piper was a little older than apprentice age, it wouldn't be that difficult. "You can eat as much mice as you'd like, but if you're tasked on a hunting patrol you have to hunt for everyone else before you can eat anything yourself."
Her ears twisted, and she was about to go, but paused at Piper's question. "It's difficult to live with a paw in each world," she told them quietly. "If your heart doesn't belong here, you shouldn't stay here. If you left, it would make it difficult for everyone to move on if they kept scenting you in the territory, too."
Rainwhisker's nose twitched. "If you think your twolegs will come back, you should hold out for them," she added, thoughtful. "Did you like them?"
Piper considered that for a long moment. Perhaps they were simply used to stepping a paw into someone's world one moment and then out the next. Perhaps that wasn't a normal thing for every cat, to have no true roots. "I did," they said, after a moment, "for the most part. Some of them weren't always good company, but it's always a bit mixed. They change a lot, you know?" She probably didn't, they realized, even as they spoke. They wondered the same about Rainwhisker's clanmates--did she like them? What were they like? Were any of them from outside the clan, too? Were they... nervous, about meeting the clan? Piper didn't even know if it would come to meeting them.
"Thank you," they said, almost as an afterthought, "For helping me."
the rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. but you are not here to see it.
Rainwhisker did not answer Piper's thank you, long whiskers trembling with thought. There was no need for it when she was just trying to do right by Starclan, after all.
Her narrow eyes softened and she breathed a sigh through her nose. "I'll be here at sunhigh tomorrow," she said. "It's all right if you decide not to join. If Wheatstar rejects you, or you want to know where the twoleg nests are, I'll guide you there tomorrow."
Wheatstar probably wouldn't, once she explained-- but you never know.
"Try to rest," Rainwhisker advised, before-- unless Piper had anything more to say --she turned and went running into the brush to return to camp.
Piper nodded, and watched Rainwhisker dart away. They let out a breath once the sound of her footsteps had faded below the sound of running water. Their twolegs would return to them, wouldn't they? They would look here, where they washed ashore, certainly. They shook their head, clearing their thoughts, and crouched in the water, letting the salt coating their pelt wash away.
They would see where they stood tomorrow, they supposed. If they were allowed to wait here or if they would be led away. In the meantime, they would bathe, and rest, as Rainwhisker suggested, and wait, as patiently as they could, eyes on the horizon, searching for sails.