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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Bans And Encouragements
Encouraged:
WindClan Members
ThunderClan she-cats
ShadowClan warriors
Discouraged:
Can still be created
RiverClan she-cats
Banned:
All bans exclude characters posted before July 2024
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Census
Thunderclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
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Female
Other
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5
2
7
1
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8
Riverclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
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Female
Other
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0
4
1
2
5
1
8
Windclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
0
1
1
1
2
1
4
Shadowclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
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1
2
3
3
3
0
6
Skyclan
Elders
Warriors and Queens
Apprentices and Kits
Male
Female
Other
Total
1
3
1
2
5
0
7
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 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 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.
NAME â–º Leopardkit ~ Leopardpaw ~ Leopardflight AGE â–º 40 Moons | 3 Years 4 Months GENDER â–º Male PRONOUNS â–º He/Him RANK â–º Warrior CLAN â–º WindClan
DESCRIPTIONS
ONE LINER â–º Pale silver-grey bengal tom with green eyes FACECLAIM â–ºZoe
DETAILED â–º Named for the leopard-like spots on his coat and the agility granted to him by his lithe and tall build, Leopardflight is a tall cat who stands above the average WindClanner. He has notably long limbs, with slender features like a rather long neck, tail, waist and a muzzle longer than most. His face is angular and he has short, well-kept fur. He is a silver-grey bengal with slightly lighter underfur and pale grey-green eyes.
DETAILED â–º Leopardflight is a jovial, easy-going cat who has rarely displayed aggressive or hostile behavior ever. He likes to keep the peace between cats and Clans, but will never put a stop to an active arguement himself. He tends to avoid confrontation, partly because loud noises such as screaming makes him feel overwhelmed, and partly because he doesn't want to get on anyone's good side. Leopardflight is easily flustered or overwhelmed, and will stutter and trip over his words while fidgeting once he does. He's patient, and tries to be a good clanmate and friend to anyone who needs it. A follower rather than a leader; Leopardflight tries his best to avoid making decisions by himself.
RELATIONSHIPS
FATHER â–º Goldenhawk MOTHER â–º Gorseflower[deceased] SIBLINGS â–º Embergorse, Minnowdrift
MATE â–º Violetwater OFFSPRING â–º N/A
MENTOR â–º Rainydew APPRENTICE(S) â–º Tuliptuft
HISTORY
TRIGGER WARNINGS â–º Character death
â–º Leopardkit was born to Gorseflower and Goldenhawk alongside his sisters, Minnowkit and Emberkit. His early life was largely uneventful; he was a happy child, got along with most kits, and was made an apprentice at the age of six moons. His apprenticeship, too, was just about as normal as it could get. He stayed out of trouble, and by luck trouble had stayed away from him. He trained well under Rainydew, and was well on his way to become a warrior alongside his littermates.
That was, until one day when the Camp was attacked by dogs. The fight was brief, with the Clan managing to drive away all 4 attackers, but not before the battle claimed many lifes. Gorseflower, amongst them, was one of the first to die, going down as she fiercely defended the nursery. As a reward for their bravery in the battle, the siblings were named warriors, though none of them were in the mood to celebrate. Emberpaw was named Embergorse in honor of their mother; Leopardpaw, named Leopardflight, after his speed and agility, and Minnowpaw, named Minnowdrift, after her ability to disappear amongst the tall grass of the moor almost completely when hunting.
The following moons were, well... difficult. Leopardflight had been extremely close to his mother, and her death did not go well with him. During this period, one of his clanmates grew closer to him, a kind she-cat by the name of Violetwater who had become a warrior a moon before he did. She consoled him and helped him accept Gorseflower's death, eventually becoming his closest friend. She was kind and patient with him, and seemed to be just as peace-loving as he was.
A couple moons into his warriorhood, he gained his first apprentice, Tulippaw. He enjoyed training her, relishing in the feeling of being responsible for another cat. Funnily enough, it was in training Tulippaw that he realised he not only wanted to one day have a family of his own, but that he would want it to be with Violetwater. He confessed to her after two moons of indecisiveness, blurting out his question before proceeding to run away. Violetwater found him hiding away in a rabbit burrow, where she, laughing as he tried to hide his face, too confessed her feelings.
Since then, Tulippaw has become an apprentice, and life has gone on pleasantly. Leopardflight awaits the day he'll start a family with Violetwater, and though they both have been trying for quite a few moons, they've yet to be successful.
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2024 2:56:46 GMT by Copperbeanz
This would be his third time attending a medicine cat meeting without Lilytooth. Acorntwig had set off a bit later than usual, having been forced to pluck a thorn out of a foolish apprentice's paw pad after they had a rough fight with a bramble thicket. The small tabby hurried over as quickly as he could, sparing little attention to the chilly night air and the scenery as he normally would. There was a small part of him that was filled with dread, but he shook it off; he was probably nervous, as usual, and the darkness of the night certainly was no help. At least the moon was bright enough to guide him tonight.
As he arrived at the cavern, shaking out his fur to rid it of some of the dew drops that had caught on his coat prior, he noticed Creeksky, the SkyClan medicine cat, with a new face. A new apprentice? Acorntwig dipped his head to them both, but chose to keep his silence. Creeksky was a nice cat, but maybe her new apprentice might want her mentor by her side tonight.
Acorntwig stretched, feeling the sunshine warm on his fur. The tabby slipped out of the medicine cat's den, several bundles of herbs in his jaws. He set them down outside, where the sun was baking the ground slowly, and unwrapped the grass blades that had binded them together. As the medicine cat spread the herbs out in rows under the sun to dry, his attention would flick to the happenings around Camp every now and then. Ever since he took over as ThunderClan's only medicine cat, he had been rather... distant, to his fellow clanmates. He hadn't been close to any of them in the first place, to be honest, with his only companion being the former medicine cat Lilytooth. Lilytooth had hosted herb lessons, he recalled, and invited all their clanmates to come learn about basic herbs if him if they wished. Lilytooth had always been popular amongst their clanmates...
Perhaps he, too, should host some herb learning sessions? He would be out for a while anyway watching over the drying herbs, so why not? With that, the small tabby raised his head and began calling out to his passing clanmates if they would like to join him. Hopefully, at least a few would join, and spare him the shame of being rejected by his entire Clan.
At least Dogpaw seemed excited to be here. Birdstar flicked her tail anxiously as she scrambled for the words to start. She stepped on her tail casually to cease its twitching and hoped her apprentice had not noticed; she didn't want to seem like a complete fool in front of her neice, even if she was a little. "I trust you have practised the basic battle moves I've taught you, yes?" She asked, regarding her apprentice with unreadable eyes. She didn't know if Dogpaw had actually trained, or if she had any questiosn to ask her, but Birdstar carried on regardless. "Today, I'll brief you on a more complicated move: the bellyrake. As you may know, the belly and the throat are the softest parts of a cat, and where most warriors would aim for during battle. The bellyrake is the move where a warrior aims several claw-wounds at their opponent's belly. One can achieve this by flipping their opponent over or ducking under them. For you, you're quite young, and lack the strength to unbalance a full-grown warrior, so I'll teach you how to duck under them. Watch closely; I don't want to see you looking at anything else, understood?"
With that, Birdstar hurled herself forward at her imaginary enemy, feining to one side before ducking to the other, pushing herself into a roll with her hindlegs so that she would be under her opponent, giving her the perfect chance to lash out with her paws before slipping out from the otherside. The black she-cat shook the dirt off her pelt and gestured for Dogpaw to try the move on her now. Birdstar hoped her example had been enough... she was still young and, admitably, had never fought in a real battle before.
Acorntwig sighed, whisker twitching with a mixture of amusement and irritation. Stars knew he should have just gone out searching for herbs alone... if a badger really was going to get him, StarClan would stop it. This apprentice certainly wouldn't, in any case. "Feverfew flowers are small fragrant white flowers with a bright yellow core. They look quite similar to Chamomiles, but have darker leaves. They grow in clusters along waterbodies, just like... here." The medicine cat bent down to sniff at the cluster of white flowers he had just spotted, an area he hadn't thought to look since Sparkpaw had just gone by, and carefully he nipped off the stems. "To harvest herbs, you have to nip them close to the roots, like this,-" he demonstrated by picking off another stem and laying it at the growing pile at his paws "-and you have to take care not to damage the flowers or leaves, or the healing juices will fill out and leave the herb useless. I'm keeping the roots intact, so they'll regrow again, and I can harvest them again next season." A trick he had learnt from his late mentor, and still repeated to himself each time he harvested a herb. He almost didn't want to share it with Sparkpaw, but reasoned with himself that it'd probably benefit him should he ever need her on another herb patrol.
three kits will be going up for adopts. Their parents will be Tanglerose(Copperbeanz ) and Cloudstar(hailstormsdown ). The names may be changed, if you wish, but their coats can't be changed. their personalities and plot will be up to you as well. They will begin at 4 moons old.
The firstborn will be Lichenkit, a dark grey tom with thick fur and amber eyes. He looks most like his father. The middle child will be Sagekit, a lighter grey tom with thick fur, white paws, a white spot on his chest and amber eyes. He looks like a mix between his parents. The youngest child will be Hollykit, a tortoiseshell she-cat with thick fur, a white dash on her chest and amber eyes. She looks most like her mother.
Acorntwig had watched the days pass carefully, waiting patiently as the forest regained his strength from the frost of Leafbare and leaves emerged once more from the earth. Now, finally, the greenery had grown enough for him to begin rebuilding his herb stock. To maximise the amount of herbs he could take in one go, he had requested for an apprentice, and was taken aback when a she-cat eagerly volunteered herself. He didn't recall any apprentice being so eager to join him on a herb hunt when he was still training under his mentor, though he had also stayed away from most of his clanmates back then. So now he padded along the Endless Lake, watching the ground around him for two herbs in particular: feverfew, which had dwindled with Leafbare's fevers and sickness, and mallow, which had been sparse since even before Leafbare came. Sparkpaw, as he found out her name was, was ahead, looking for the herbs as he had described, though Acorntwig had taken care to remind her not to put anything in her mouth unless instructed. StarClan knows what he would do if she confused a herb with poison.
When Bonefrost's kits turned apprentice-aged, it had been unquestionable that she would end up training one of them. The only question that remained was which of the two she would mentor. Birdstar had not known either of them well, having been preoccupied with her new leader duties when the kits were old enough to run around the camp. Thankfully, her brother had discussed the matter of his kits' mentors with her, so she chose her second apprentice based on her brother's judgement. Surely, Bonefrost would know his kits best.
After the appointment of her apprentice came the training sessions needed. She had already gone through some basic hunting and battle training with Dogpaw, and was planning to begin on a more advanced battle move, but now she began to wonder if she should have assessed his mastery of the basic skills instead. She was already on the way to the training grounds, though, and she couldn't stop now without looking mouse-brained. Birdstar huffed quietly, then glanced back at Dogpaw. Good, he was still behind.
Eventually, they reached the training grounds. The black she-cat turned around to face her apprentice, beckoning for him to sit down and listen. "Are you ready?" She prompted Dogpaw by means of ensuring he was actually paying attention.
Adderwind bit back a snarl at the medicine cat's words. So not only had he been waiting, in pain, for nothing, he was now being scolded by some leaf-loving, flower-breathed flea-pelt. The sleek black tom lashed his tail as he considered, briefly, refusing the medicine cat's instructions just to spite the cream-furred tom, but quickly reconsidered. The faster Finchfang finished his job, the faster he could get out of this dusty den, and if that meant following some hare-brained instructions, so be it. The warrior limped over to the nest and flopped down, face twisting in pain as his leg flared with pain, though he swiftly snaooed it back to his unfriendly scowl once Finchfang turned to face him. The medicine cat didn't need to know how much pain the dumb wound was causing him.
Adderwind was not one to frequent the medicine cat's den, not if he could help it. If there was anything that made him uncomfortable or in pain, he could take care of it. Most wounds just required a little washing, after all, and it wasn't as if he was dumb enough to not know what marigolds and goldenrod were. He happened to have actually paid attention when fetching herbs as an apprentice, less because he wanted to and more because getting scolded would take up too much time. The chore itself already took up so much of his time, why waste more being around these insufferable cats?
This time, however, his wound seemed to be getting worse rather than better. That annoying weasel that had sprung up at him a quater moon ago had left a nasty bite on his leg, and though he had cleaned it and applied chewed up comfrey on it, it was still hurting worse than ever. With an annoyed hiss, the tom made his way to the medicine cat's den. He didn't like speaking to his clanmates... or even interacting with them if he didn't have to. Ashhawk was enough for him. The black tom slipped into the medicine cat's den, amber gaze trailing over the dusty piles of herbs to the medicine cat that sat in a corner arranging the herbs. He didn't utter a sound, just tapped his tail on the ground while waiting for the medicine cat to notice him.
