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Stoneclan;
a hardy and experienced clan of hardened warriors who battle the elements and their enemies with the burning ferocity of nature itself. Moons upon moons have passed, lives and relationships taken place and passed into Starclan; Stoneclan remained steadfast in their camp and ancestral home at the base of Moon-peak Mountain. This changed not but a few days ago.
The Rogues came. They came and their claws and fangs spilled the life of warriors and apprentices alike. Tom or She-cat, Queen... or Leader. The leader of Stoneclan, their beloved and protective leader, was slain in the initial ambush carried out by the Rogue Gang. Now, they are under the tyrannical lead of Shadow; as close to a Deputy as is possible in such an uncivil conglomeration of mangy Rogues. Their leader, Scar, has demanded to see Starclan, and currently journeys to the Moon-peak with two escorts.
This is where our story begins.
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{PICTURE} Name: Appearance: Personality: Other: ----------------------------------------
ROGUES ----------------------------------------
Position: Second-in-Command Age: 24 moons Gender: TomcatAppearance: a rugged, scarred, long haired black tomcat with an almost permanent scowl of derision, scathing and constant from his grey-green eyes. A somewhat elegantly lengthy face in comparison to some of the mountain cats rests upon a heavily furred neck, as if he sported the mane of a dark lion. The rest of his body is covered with similarly impressive jet-black, long, yet slightly matted fur. Powerful muscles built from the moons of fighting that ensued in the Rogue gang to reach the position that he now enjoys ripple beneath this fur, propelling sturdy, average length legs combined with large paws; armed with long, curved claws. Shadow's tail is long and wispy in nature. Personality: scathing, hard-cored, frosty toward most, preserving of his own position and reputation. He may however harbour the slightest smidge of compassion for those who can gain his respect through courage or battle. Other: none.RPer: Horselova
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Name: Ashwhisker
Position: Warrior
Age: 28 moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A light grey tabby tom with pale blue eyes. Ashwhisker has an average build, neither bulky and large for fighting or long and thin for hunting and climbing. He is actually a bit on the small side, about the size of a typical female instead of slightly larger like a male. His grey tabby pelt is slightly lighter going from his muzzle to his underbelly, and the darker grey stripes wrap around his body completely, standing out against the paler fur. He has a small notch in his right ear from a scuffle with a lone rogue several moons before.
Personality: Ashwhisker is usually quiet and kind. He's more of a thinker than an actor, but won't hesitate to do what needs to be done. He's typically one of those cats that just goes through a routine in life, neither seeking adventure nor relaxation, and his actions and body language tend to reflect his mild nature. It's near impossible to get a rise out of him, so even when faced with hostility or insults, he won't drop his relaxed attitute. He works extremely well with others, but has a bit of a submissive side, and won't attempt to lead others if it means a clash of opinion. However, if other cats accept him as being in control of a situation, such as a regular patrol, then he has no problem taking the lead.
Other: None.
Rper: GraveyardFox ----------------------------------------
Position: Medicine Cat Age: 23 moons Gender: Male Appearance: A large cat with a rugged grey-brown pelt and wispy-tipped ears. Lean from eating little due to stress from his job, he still can lash out in a vicious tirade if need be. Personality: Annoyed easily and angers quickly, Dewfur has been Medicine Cat for a few moons now, and knows the inside-and-out of treating wounded felines. While he is a sarcastic and moody creature, he really does mean the best--sneaking extra food to his patients, for one. But he doesn't like others to know he's nice. That'd cause too much of a h***le. Other: Nope~
Roleplayer: Russett ----------------------------------------
http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2012/095/f/1/berryfern_by_silverleaf_warrior-d4v3m86.jpg Name: Berryfern Position: Warrior Age: 23 moons Gender: She-cat Appearance: Dark, forest green eyes and a little pink nose with light cream fur. Her tail, face and ears are a darker brown, with black stripes thrown in at random [on the darker brown parts, that is]. There is a small scar across her haunches, almost covered by her fur. Personality: Berryfern is a reserved cat, and doesn't speak to cats she doesn't know well. She prefers to keep a few cats close to her to rely on, but will always be there for her Clan when they need her. She is quite a gentle cat, but has been in trouble before because of her reluctance for change. Other: None.
Rper: GingerNut ----------------------------------------
http://i1128.photobucket.com/albums/m489/shinx12365/Brown_Tiger_by_shokemn.jpg Name: Brambleclaw Position: Warrior Age: 28 Moons Gender: Male Appearance: An average brown tabby cat. Built a little larger than normal. Personality: Slightly reserved. Agressive when nessecary. Very loyal to his clan. Other: Brother to Flashfoot. [Image not mine.]
Rper: vocabulations
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http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh145/xmrsdanifilth/Animals/Cats/brown_cat.jpg Name: Flashfoot Position: Warrior Age: 28 Moons Gender: MaleAppearance: An average brown tabby cat. Built very thin. Personality: Usually a very friendly and outgoing feline. Quick to fight when threatened. Playful and optimistic. Very loyal to his clan. Other: Brother to Brambletail. [Image not mine.] Rper: vocabulations
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 Position: warrior Age: 36 moons Gender: Tomcat Appearance: Midnightpelt is a pitch sleek black cat with soft Green eyes. His fur is short and soft and his build average, although he is stronger than he looked. Personality: Midnightpelt is a very energetic cat who is very smart, he likes to tease others often trying to be nice about it. He has a good sense of direction and can get into small places easily. One of his main weaknesses is he cant see out of his left eye instead he relies on his sharp ears and strong sense of smell. Other: None. Rper: AngelDelight ----------------------------------------
Position: Warrior Age: 13 moons Gender: Tomcat Appearance:
Feathermist's name directly reflects his physical appearance. His coloration is interesting, similar to 'blue merle.' He's a grayish-silver-blue tint, his legs and sides having dark faded spots. His underbelly-fur is a bit like down, and rather whispy. This whispiness is also seen on the feather of his ear, around his feet, and his tail. Like most cats, his eyes are a yellow-green tone. He isn't a very big cat, partially due to the fact he is still relatively young. His frame is long and thin, built for crawling into small spaces and swift movement, not straight-on combat. He has a somewhat long muzzle, and long legs as well.
Personality:
He is generally rather friendly...to the cats he likes, anyway. In all honesty, he's a bit of a spunky little feline. He likes to be...'creative,' which can get him in trouble. Trouble is a word he's familiar with. He starts it, gets into it, tries to get out of it...you get the idea. He's very smart though, and is aware that he isn't the biggest and strongest cat around. He's a bit arrogant, but not an idiot. Feathermist will use his brain and speed over brawn whenever possible. During training, he would often use trickery instead of traditional methods to get the job done, which would sometimes irritate the warrior who was training him. Other:
Nothing for now Rper:
xRequiemx
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Name: Windpaw
Position: Apprentice
Age: 11 Moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A long, thin black and white tom with crystal blue eyes. Windpaw's long limbs and light weight make him adept at climbing and running, and his step can be lighter and more careful than a cat larger than him. He's not built for fighting, but his light, flexible frame makes it easier for him than most to evade attacks and escape the enemy's grasp to flee. His body is lean, packed with light muscle under his short, but thick fur. The black print on his fur starts on the upper part of his face and covers his back to his tail, wrapping slightly around his shoulders and leaving his tail with a white ring towards the tip. The white covers the underside of his body, mostly his chest, stomach, and legs as well as the underside of his tail about halfway down. He has a black patch on his nose.
Personality: Windpaw is best described as intelligent and pa ssionate. He is a quick learner, and will think things out before acting on urges. He's not one to panic in chaotic situations, but he can struggle to keep a perfectly level head and make the decisions he would when perfectly calm. He is bad at hiding his emotions, especially negative ones, so it is easy to tell when he's angry or nervous. Windpaw is also not afraid to speak his mind or stand up to those older or bigger than him. Out of respect, he will bite his tongue over trivial disagreements, but he has the confidence to speak his mind if something is really wrong.
Other: Stormheart, his mentor, died protecting him in the Rogue ambush. Windpaw had been ordered to protect the Nursery - a hopefully safe position in Stormheart's mind, who never thought the Rogues would be so strong. When Windpaw failed, Stormheart saved him, but was killed in the process. Windpaw blames himself as much as the Rogues for the Queen's. her unborn kits', and Stormheart's deaths. Rper: GraveyardFox |
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2:29pm Apr 4 2012 (last edited on 12:32pm Apr 5 2012)
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Clan Locations
The main camp of Stoneclan is situated at the bottom of Moon-peak Mountain; a name which the clan cats gave the mighty feature after the discovery of the Moon-peak at it's tip, where leaders and medicine cats can communicate with Starclan by lying down with their paws hanging over the edge of the outcrop. The journey to the Moon-peak is long and treacherous up the mountain, and can take any strong cat up to two weeks to return.
The camp is often frosty and cold, sometimes with a smattering of snow, but is only covered in thick snow during the moons of Leaf-bare. It is protected by thick, hardy mountain shrubbery that has wound it's way around the tall pine and spruce trees at the bottom of Moon-peak mountain. At the back of the camp is High Rock; an outcrop jutting from what is the beginning of the side of the mountain itself. The late leader, Snowstar, made his announcements from here. Directly beneath the High Rock is the leader's den; a spacious and warm cave-like structure with a wide entrance.
The clan territory runs through the forest of tall pines in a large, roughly circular area starting at the bottom of the mountain. The territory ends on the other side of a river that runs from the top of the mountain as a trickle, from beneath the Moon-peak where it begins as a tiny spring. This river is far too cold to swim in; even the strongest warriors are likely to drown or die from the cold if they were to fall in. For this reason, only apprentices at the end of their training are taught how to fish here, and must catch one successfully in order to become a Warrior, if their claim of Warriorship has not been made in battle or good deeds. |
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[ Just posting to sub. :) ]
Why is it always so late when I\'m awake?
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[Just so I can subscribe <3]
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Scar had just left, leaving his battle-worn second-in-command to watch over the rest of Stoneclan. The dark-furred tomcat wrinkled his nose at the stench of these felines; it was incredibly difficult to differentiate one stinking fur ball from the next. As far as he was concerned, they'd taken over this weaker gang for the sheer purpose of taking all of their resources. Surely, Scar did not intend for the group to stay very long. The place stunk like kits.
The impressive tom rose to his paws, muscles rippling beneath ebony waves of fur as he stalked forth, head low, maw slightly open as he tasted the fear of these weaklings on the air. He'd rounded them all into a tightly huddled group at the center of their so-called Camp, occasionally throwing them mice from their pile of kill. He sat again at their head, staring out over the group with cold, calculating eyes and a stony ex
pression of indifference.
"I am Shadow. While scar is gone... you WILL recognise me as your leader." He had no qualms about claiming this spot while Scar was gone. The other cats in the rogue group were far too terrified of him to challenge his stake, and the whole point of it all was that he had to fight to get where he was now. Without a doubt, he would do it again, and kill even Scar if it meant getting to the top.
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8:32am Apr 5 2012 (last edited on 8:35am Apr 5 2012)
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Berryfern was huddled with what was left of StoneClan, her thick cream coloured pelt pressed hard against the cat next to her. Matted fur clogged up her normally swift claws from the battle, and her cuts and scratches ached for a good cleaning and some herbs from the medicine cat. Quietly she shifted her paws, trying to move into a more comfortable position. As she settled with her battered tail around her paws, Berryfern caught the black tom eyeing her movement. Silently she wish for him to look away.
"I am Shadow. While Scar is gone... you WILL recognize me as your leader." She jumped at the sound; Shadow's voice was strong and powerful, and every word seemed to drip with venom. Another of the limp mice flew into the centre of group, and Berryfern twisted around to see who caught it. She couldn't make out who it was; all she could see was a furry head hunched over, wolfing down the fresh-kill like a kit after leafbare. Her mouth started working; the battle had left every cat hungry.
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11:51am Apr 5 2012
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Flashfoot fell back to his paws after failing to catch the mouse. He wouldn't fight a clanmate for it, that was ridiculous. The tom had wanted to catch it to share with his brother, who was bleeding badly after the battle. Flashfoot was worried. His brother had always been a fighter, but now... He just didn't look well. Only a small limp had affeted Flashfoot himself... Which made his name nothing but irony. His quick step would be slow and painful for at least a moon or two.
Brambleclaw slid amoung his clan, ignoring the babbling rogue. The black tom wasn't a concern at the moment, he wasn't attacking anyone. Brambleclaw himself looked like death walking. His body was full of scratches and bites. He was bleeding in places, but his own mind had no concern for himself in it. He went from clanmate to clanmate, doing his best to help clean wounds, and reassure the frightened. They would be fine. It would take time, but they would be fine.
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12:00pm Apr 5 2012
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Shadow's eyes snapped to the tomcat slinking amongst the huddled clan, and they narrowed to slits. He stood to his large paws and raked the frosty earth with his claws threateningly. "You there!" He stalked forward, shouldering his way past a frightened looking cream she-cat, advancing on the brown tabby with his ears flattened backward against his head. "You! To the front! I want a word. Now!"
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12:06pm Apr 5 2012
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"What do you want?" Brambleclaw growled, flicking his own ears back. He lowered his head and tail slightly, knowing he wouldn't be able to take a fight at the moment. He was in too bad of condition for that... He was probably in too bad of condition for moving around. The striped tom moved forward, as if standing between the stranger and his clan.
Flashfoot moved close to his brother upon noticing him become singled out. He hopped without using his injured paw, his fur standing on end. Fighting had never been his specialty... He probably should have become a medicine cat apprentice as a kit, but no matter. He would fight if he needed to, fight again today, especially for his own brother.
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12:16pm Apr 5 2012 (last edited on 12:16pm Apr 5 2012)
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The black furred tomcat hissed gently and raised a large paw, glancing toward the other tabby that had joined the one he'd singled out. "Get rid of him. I want to speak with you." he growled, turning and padding heavily toward the back of the camp, where the Leader's den nestled beneath an outcrop that he had heard the clan cats name 'High Rock'.
Upon entering the spacious den, Shadow's eyes were immediately drawn to the mound of motionless white fur at it's center. The rest of the Rogues had dragged the deceased leader into the den after the take-over, and left him there. He waited for the tomcat he had called, sitting to the side slightly.
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Crouched close to the ground, Berryfern watched the scene between Brambleclaw and the black rogue. Both cats' ears were flattened back, and even her fur stood on end at the cold edge in their voices. The frost the covered the ground made her skin prickle, and sent chilling tendrils up through her paws.
Raising his paw threateningly, the sleek cat turned and stalked off towards the leaders den. With a pang in her heart at the thought of StoneClan's leader's death, Berryfern forced her fur to lie flat and wondered what she should do next.
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12:29pm Apr 5 2012
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Brambleclaw waited for the rogue in command to leave before looking at his brother.
"Flashfoot. I'll be fine." he purred, looking him over. "And if you're not?" "Keep the clan calm." Brambleclaw replied, and started towards the leaders den. He kept his head high as he walked, ignoring any rogues around him. Harder to ignore was the pain seeping through his tensing muscles. They ached, especially those that were torn into, but he tried his best. He stumbled about halfway to the den, but didn't stop. He would be fine. The clan would be fine. It would just take time. "Idiot!" Flashfoot called after him, huffing in annoyance. His fear shown in his eyes. The clan knew, his brother was the flighty toms rock. What he would do if something happened to him? He shook himself, and plopped onto the ground. Flashfoot just laid there, staring at the den, watching his brother disappear inside, and waiting for him to return.
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12:42pm Apr 5 2012
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[ooc;; || The clan location information has been updated. :) Please post the name of the late leader of Stoneclan in your next post to ensure you've read it! Either in an ooc or in your post.]
Shadow looked sideways at the brown tabby as he entered. Strangely, now that he was under the concealment of the leader's den, the black tomcat seemed somewhat more relaxed. He looked back at the body of the cat in front of him again, speaking more quietly, but with no less threatening a tone. "I have heard this tomcat named 'Snowstar'. He was your leader, correct?" His eyes bore into Brambleclaw's, despite being almost impossible to read.
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12:51pm Apr 5 2012
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Berryfern decided to do something useful with her time; they weren't likely to be going anywhere with the camp overrun by rogues. Flexing her tired muscles, she turned to lick a stinging wound on her shoulder. What she really needed was a medicine cat to look at it, but there wasn't time now. I wonder if Snowstar's body is still in there... She wondered, her green gaze fixed on the gaping entrance beneath High Rock. Flicking her tail across the ground to avoid it being sat on by another battle-scarred cat, she made her way over to Flashfoot. "Do you need me to do anything?" She mewed gently.
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12:58pm Apr 5 2012
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"Yes." Brambleclaw murmured, looking at their leaders body, anger once again beginning to brew under his skin, "Snowstar was our leader. May Star clan welcome him to join them." His eyes narrowed slightly on the rogue. 'And may they welcome me if I leave Stone clan before the day is over.' he thought. If the medicine cat didn't look him over soon, he thought he may. - - - - - - - - - - FLashfoot looked over at Berryfern, obvious by his body language that he expected the worst to happen. He sat up with a sigh, careful not to use his likely broken paw to do so. "No... Theres nothing that I can think of." he replied, eyes resting on the wound on the she-cats shoulder, "Where's Dewfur?" He hadn't seen the medicine cat, had they killed him too? He had also not noticed any apprentices or kits yet... What had the rogues done?
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1:10pm Apr 5 2012
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"Where's Dewfur?" Flashfoot replied. Berryfern shook her head, clueless of the medicine cat's whereabouts. She quickly scanned the thin tabby tom for injuries, and her eyes lingered on the paw he was avoiding. Glancing around for Dewfur or any of the apprentices once more, she thought she spotted the tabby's tufted ears. "I'll just be one minute," she said to Flashfoot. "You keep that paw resting, I'll find Dewfur and bring him to you."
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