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 WOODS HAD BEEN RELATIVELY QUIET up until the weather broke - then the songbirds took over. tiny hints of life had indeed began to return to the misty forest, from budding and blooming flowers to rich, thick moss covering the gnarled up tree roots and bases. due to the denseness of this forest, the forest is almost always dark and looming with shadows and sounds are muffled and do not travel far.
quiet and solitary, yes. the forest has an eerie feel that he likes, it is mysterious and enticing; a solid representation of shadowclan. phantomwail always finds himself here, seemingly looking for something that he never finds. he pondered the thought of what he was looking for, then dismissed it almost immediately. no time for that, he thought.
the dark brown tabby walked slowly through the trees, dipping in and out of the shadows with his aquamarine eyes glittering in the darkness. suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks, mid step, and lowered into a stalk. he shifted his shoulders briefly, took a few light, quick steps and then pounced over a pile of brush, landing on a black bird. as quick as he pounced on it, he ensnared the bird in his jaws and crushed its neck instantly.
At Newleaf's peak Cobraglare found himself lost in his thoughts. Pallid sunlight had barely begun to stream into the warrior's den when he reported for today's tasks. A quick look around told him that the deputy, along with a handful of warriors, were already gone for the dawn patrol. Eyeing the fresh-kill pile, it looked low, so he silently made his way to the camp entrance, nodding to the guard in passing.
Traversing through the forest, Cobraglare stepped lightly despite his size as the dappled light skimmed over him. He blended perfectly with his surroundings, disappearing like a shadow. The reality of the past leafbare was weighing on the tom; his father had fought him and in the fallout, left ShadowClan and was found dead on the thunderpath. Cobraglare didn't understand why he himself cared - Blackfall from day one had blamed him for his mother's death, and had stated a few times that Cobraglare was "no son of his". Cobraglare sunk his claws into the earth in frustration. He didn't even like Blackfall. A weak fighter and fox dung hunter - a disgrace of a warrior as far as Cobraglare was concerned.
He twitched his nose and examined around him, his green eyes shining in the low light. Tch. His ears, although one is tattered, flicked towards the sound. He starts to stalk towards it, and soon catches the scent of a mouse. Perfect. thought the tom. About two fox lengths away, Cobraglare began creeping towards it, and then made his pounce. Direct hit! Cobraglare landed on the mouse and killed it swiftly. Not the biggest, but not the smallest either.
Cobraglare had managed to kill a couple more mice, and was making his way back home thought the swamp when he caught the scent of Phantomwail. Phantomwail. thought the tom. Cobraglare was always intrigued by him, he was an impressive fighter and very charismatic about his passions. Low key, Cobraglare considered him a friendly rival, someone to make him better. It helps that they are similar in the sense that they are both direct and value loyalty - although this doesn't guarantee anything.
Cobraglare doesn't talk much with his clanmates by choice, but he knows he should be at least trying to strengthen his clan relationships. He sighed lightly, and decided to seek out Phantomwail which wasn't overly hard. Cobraglare observed Phantomwail moments before the stocky tom dropped into a stalk out of no where and killed a bird almost instantly. Cobraglare couldn't help but think back to how he would've needed a second longer to prepare. "You're quick." he commented to the dark brown tabby.
BLOOD FILLED PHANTOMWAIL'S MOUTH AS THE last of life dissipated from the bird, making his mouth water at the delicious taste. he was so focused he didn't even hear cobraglare approach, and the scent of the bird and blood was all he could smell.
"you're quick."
he couldn't help but attempt to smirk at the comment. as he turned towards the voice that spoke to him, he immediately recognized the battle scarred tom before him. even though they were both formidable, cobraglare was bigger than phantomwail, which both annoyed and impressed phantomwail in the same breath.
dropping his bird to the forest floor, he held his head tall before he spoke. "cobraglare," commented phantomwail with a nod of respect. he glanced down at the array of mice the dark grey and brown tabby had acquired. "not as quick as you it seems." phantomwail replied.
while phantomwail had respect for tom, he was still unsure of cobraglare due to the events last season regarding blackfall. phantomwail commended cobraglare for the control he demonstrated against blackfall's mental breakdown, but phantomwail wished he could've seen cobraglare end it right then and there. one day i'll see what you can really do.
Post by hailstormsdown on Jun 11, 2024 8:26:43 GMT
Cloudstar
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Cloudstar found himself wandering the territory, padding lightly through the evergreen forest that made up Shadowclan territory. He'd always been a solo hunter, preferring to hunt on his own rather than alongside other cats. He knew the territory like the back of his paw, having explored the territory for forty moons, ever since his own apprentice days. He scented the air, and dropped into a crouch as he smelled a vole, his ears pricking up as he heard it scurrying around in the undergrowth. He swiveled his ears forward and back, listening to pinpoint where the small rodent was.
Then, he crept forward, finally landing eyes on the creature. He pounced and came up with a mouthful of blood as he killed the rodent with a swift bite to the back of its neck. He paused for a moment, sending up prayers of thanks to Starclan for a successful hunt. This was not unusual for him; as he believed in his Warrior Ancestors, especially after they gave him his nine lives as a leader. However, he often thought that other cats put too much stock in the power of Starclan. Sure, they had given him nine lives, and sent signs to medicine cats, but did that mean they were infallible? He thought, no, as they had been cats just like him and his warriors, once. Dying didn't suddenly make you wise and all-powerful, he privately thought.
Still, it didn't hurt to be respectful of those who had died, so he sent prayers to Starclan as any other cat would. Cloudstar continued to hunt under the light of the moon, the shadows long and dark in the forest, but he was used to such things. It was only after catching several more pieces of prey - a few mice and a thrush, that he began padding back toward Shadowclan's camp.
It was closer to camp that he smelled them - a couple of his warriors: Phantomwail and Cobraglare. He turned in his path and followed their scent, his mouth full of prey. It wasn't long until he caught sight of the two of them: the dark brown tabby tom, Phantomwail, and the grey and brown tabby with several scars, Cobraglare. Cloudstar put down his prey and waved his tail in greeting as he padded up to the two warriors.
"Cobraglare," he nodded at the usually-quiet tom. "Phantomwail," he greeted the other amicably. He glanced down at the pile of prey the two had collected. "Seems like you two have had a good hunting trip, then?" He said, a soft smile on his face.
There was something about Phantomwail that emanated a powerful brooding air, and Cobraglare couldn't help but mentally size up his clanmate as Phantomwail turned to face him. Phantomwail was a well sized tom with powerful shoulders; he would be a challenge and then some even for Cobraglare, who was a bit larger. Funny, how even clanmates even size up their colleagues. he laughed to himself. He couldn't help but linger on the badger scar Phantomwail had - an all too familiar feeling for Cobraglare. A ShadowClan rite of passage it seems.
Phantomwail dropped his kill before he spoke, holding his head high. "Cobraglare," Phantomwail commented with a nod of respect. "Not as quick as you, it seems."
Cobraglare glanced down at his array of mice before returning his gaze to Phantomwail. There was a brief pause as they stared at each other; Cobraglare was intrigued by Phantomwail - the aura the tom had was confident and bold. Cobraglare's eyes glittered before he spoke, his voice deep but calm. "Mice are easier than birds." he replied, but dipped his head in respect for the compliment.
Right after the exchange, the two toms were greeted by none other than the ShadowClan leader himself: Cloudstar. Cobraglare turned his gaze to the leader who waved his tail in greeting, and Cobraglare bowed respectfully to the leader. "Seems like you two have had a good hunting trip, then?" commented Cloudstar, who was smiling warmly. Cobraglare nodded in reply, his gaze unmoving.
PHANTOMWAIL TOOK NOTICE TO COBRAGLARE LOOKING at his badger scar. "not as impressive as yours, but i try not to let them get that close." teased the tom. there was pause before cobraglare replied, and phantomwail twitched an ear. cobraglare had sharp eyes, which was silly to phantomwail because sharp eyes is silly. but cobraglare had his name for a reason: they were intense and unsettling at times.
"mice are easier than birds."
phantomwail couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the tom. "obviously." he said, breaking his gaze for a moment. "shadowclan will eat well today." he added. phantomwail knew the dark grey and brown tabby was awkward so he tried to be polite but he is unapologetically himself: a blunt and unfiltered tom.
almost instantly, phantomwail recognized cloudstar emerging from the trees, also carrying prey. "cloudstar," said phantomwail, bowing his head with cobraglare in respect. "we have. i see you have had success too." replied the dark brown tabby. "good to see being a leader hasn't made you lazy." teased phantomwail, winking at cobraglare and smiling at cloudstar as he spoke.
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