This RP is about an invading cat army in the form of The Blood Empire. They will stop at nothing to get their paws on the prey rich forest that the Cat Tribes live in. The Tribes have never liked each other, at no point in their history have two tribes joined as allies but will this threat finally let them bond so that they can defeat the Blood Empire?

You can make your own Tribes. You are allowed only one per person. You can change the name anytime though. Please no rude comments, GMing, maiming/killing of other people, very deive battle scenes or swear words. I'll make the first Tribe.

Falcon Tribe: The Falcon Tribe lives in the open moors next to the lake. They relies on it's lightning swift speed and accuracy to strike fiercely at any moment. They hunt rabbits, falcons, mice and occasionally bring down an eagle.They are very outdoorsy cats the one thing they enjoy is sleeping beneath the silverpelt each night. All the cats have long slender legs suited for running and hunting.

Chieftain: Kestrelheart (me)

Deputy: Fallenwind (stray)

Warriors: Screamingwind (shadow)

Apprentices:

Med. cat:

Med. cat apprentice:

Queens:

Kits: Starkit (me), Silentkit (stray)

Elders:

Wisp Tribe: Wisp tribe is on the edge of a large lake that borders a nearby mountain. Almost every night clouds from the mountain come down and cover the lake and parts of Wisp tribe's territory, shrouding it in mist. This clan is very superstitious and always seem to me murmuring about ghosts and evil creatures in the night. Their biggest fear is Wolfbane, a huge wolf that stalks the mountains and occasionally comes down to eat cats. A few cats comment they've seen it, but no proof has ever been found. This Tribe mainly eats fish from the lake and mice and voles from the lake side. They also know how to catch crows and eat them. 

Chieftain: Wolf-fang (stray)

Deputy: 

Warriors: Falconwing (stray), Icefang (me)

Apprentices:

Med. cat:

Med. cat apprentice:

Queens:

Kits: 

Elders:

Blood Empire: The Blood Empire is a malignant group of cats bent on ruling the whole world. They wear the claws of their enemies as trophies on their own paws and relish in battle.They live to destroy the homes of hapless cats and enjoy killing just for the sake of it. They're Empire is situated in a barren wasteland with almost no prey or greeness. The only thing to eat are the small desert rodents which almost cannot breed rapidly enough to feed the hungry bellies of the Empires cats.

Diente: Requal (full)

Deputy:

Warriors: Dovewing (stray), Blackstorm (stray), Ravensight (shadow)

Apprentices:

Med. cat:

Med. cat apprentice:

Queens:

Kits:

Elders:

Outsiders:

Shimmerpool - desceased

Your bio should be like this:

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Tribe:

Rank:

Looks:

Personality:

Additional info:

History:

Mate/Crush:

Kits:

Other:

Name: Kestrelheart

Gender: Female

Age: 12 moons

Tribe: Falcon Tribe

Rank: Leader

Looks: She is ginger with a white tail

Personality: She is very cool headed and love her Tribe more than anything

Additional info:

History: N/A

Mate/Crush: N/A

Kits: N/A

Name: Starkit

Gender: Female

Age: 3 moons

Tribe: Falcon Tribe

Rank: Kit

Looks: Black with a white tail tip and star on her forehead

Personality: She is quite naive and loves to explore

Additional info:   

History: Nothing important

Mate/Crush: N/A

Kits: N/A

Other: She is Kestralhearts daughter

Name: Icefang

Gender: Male

Age: 14 moons

Tribe: Wisp Tribe

Rank: Warrior

Looks: He is black with glittering blue eyes and white paws

Personality: He loves to hunt and is the best in all the tribes at it 

Additional info:

History: He was born in Wisp Tribe

Mate/Crush: N/A

Kits: N/A

Other: N/A 

Fallenwind could still smell the awful stench of the Blood Empire cats swirling around the air, as well as his blood, and his beloved mates. A shuddering gasp from the she-cat beside him made the tom flinch and lick her drenched pelt. "Wake up Shimmerpool, wake up and look at our son." He whispered, nudging her gently. But she did not hear him, she was already among the ancestors. Throwing his head back, he wailed to the sky his pain and grief that she was taken from him so young. After all the trouble they went through to hide her pregnency from the other cats, she died here on this blood soaked ground, throat slashed open. A soft mew made him bl
ink his tears away and vigerously lick the tiny kit at his paws, the only one of the kits to survive the attack. "I'll watch over him my love, and not let anything happen to him." He licked her head one more time, eyes so full of love and grief the moon reflected in them. Picking up the kit in his jaws, he bolted back to the camp, away from the awful battle scene and his mate and two dead kits.

If I had no agreed to keep our relationship a secret, she would still be here in the nursery with all three of the kits. Why? Why did this happen to her? A soft mew once more sounded and he look down at the kit. We did not name him yet. Through out the whole battle, he never once wailed, even through the screeches and smell of blood he was silent. That what I shall call you my son. Silentkit. Entering the camp, he looked wearily around. Seeing Kestrelheart sitting there, he knew that she could take care of the kit. Padding slowly up, he placed Silentkit at his paws and called his leaders name.