The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Leaf-bare has arrived, and the brief reprieve the clans have gotten may not have been enough. Threats continue to loom over the clan cats as they desperately fight for their lives
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Physical description: Short-haired black and white pelt with bright blue eyes. Personality: Serious and dedicated. Rippedsky values the warrior code above all else and strives to do the best he can for his clan and clanmates. He struggles with his place in the clan and his past in Windclan.
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Rippedsky By: Seer
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Rippedsky, Cherrymist, and Lilyheart (RAFDF!) By: Grey
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Rippedsky By: Twisted Cinnamon Rolls
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Crowstar and Rippedsky By: Coon
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[center]Fun fact: Rippedsky has always been traditionally role played as a Windclan cat. This is the first time EVER, he has left Windclan. He has never been a Skyclan cat and his warrior name has always been Rippedsky. He is the only character that I have used before, the rest are all new, here only.
Physical Description: Long-haired grey and white tabby pelt with bright green eyes. Personality: Devoted Thunderclan warrior. Cheerful, caring and eager. Grasswhisker takes any challenge head on and gives it her all. She is fiercely loyal to her clan and those she cares about.
Physical Description: Short-haired, pure flame orange pelt with forest green eyes. Personality: Originally a spirited young cat, his clan's disdain towards his unknown origins caused him to be quiet and reserved. He is serious about what he does and focuses on accomplishing what needs to get done. Dedicated, loyal, and trustworthy. Not usually one to speak out, but when under enough pressure does not hold back.
Physical Description:Short-haired dark grey tabby coat with amber eyes similar to her father's. Personality: Started off like most kits, save for a bit of a harsh personality. Wolffang originally had a spark of kindness in her but now hates a world that seems to hate her in return. It's rare she gets along with anyone. Growing up wrestling with her heritage, Wolffang quickly grew to hate the clans. She is a ruthless and ferocious warrior in an attempt to catch her father's attention. Admires her father and hates her mother. Only close to her sister, Puddlepaw, and Mudfoot.
Physical Description: Short-haired brown and white mottled tabby with amber eyes. Well-muscled and handsome. Abnormally long claws. Personality: Skyclan loyalist. Hates every other clan. Eagleheart is a tough, young warrior. For the most part he is stubborn and stuck in his ways. Sometimes hard to get along with, but would do anything for a fellow clanmate.
Appearance: Short brown coat, light eyes, battle scarred and with a trademark torn ear Personality: Aggressive, self-centered and arrogant tom. Thinks the world should run how he wants it to. Can be charming, well-spoken and protective when it benefits him. Good at being calculated and thinking things out. He is not pleasant around others who disagree with him and only tolerates those who listens to him. Bear will not hesitate to kill.
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Bear's Story:
“Hey, mousebrain! Kill any wildcats lately?” A taunting voice echoed from high up on the twoleg fence. Silhouettes of a couple cats sat dark against the bright orange sunset on the horizon. Their laughs echoed through the streets of twolegplace. There was a heavy stink of monsters and carrion. The streets were filthy. All of the twolegs that inhabited the area didn’t care much for the area outside of their own nests. This meant that the cats were forced to live in the filth left behind. Those who travelled through the mess usually left with dirty and wet paws. It was an uncomfortable and awful place to live, but that’s what the twolegplace cats had always known.
Bear let out a low growl as the unknown cats mocked him. If they dared to leave the safety of their high place, he could have easily ripped them to shreds. He wasn’t a very forgiving cat. But he was used to the harsh words coming from other cats. Since he had been a young kit, all he had ever known was the individualistic world that every cat here lived in. The law of the land was to fend for yourself and not let others get in the way. Only littermates, mothers and their kits formed loose groups. Even in those cases, it was rare they would always stay together for long. The brown tom squeezed his eyes shut as he momentarily remembered his own kin.
“Bear! Get back here!” A pretty, orange she-cat yowled crossly as he strayed towards the edge of the forest. Next to her was another tiny tom cat. He wasn’t as adventurous as Bear and so the queen appreciated him more. A young Bear muttered crossly to himself as he padded obediently back to his family. The two boys had never known their father. It had always just been them and mother. As he approached, he shot a glare at his younger brother. ‘Stupid Riley, always doing what he’s told. What kind of name is that anyways? It’s a stupid name,’ He thought angrily to himself. Bear liked his name. It was strong and tough, unlike Riley’s. A lot of the time he wished the little orange cat would just disappear. Then maybe mother would love him more.
Riley greeted him happily, glad his brother had returned. The younger tom’s cheery personality only frustrated him further. For brothers, they couldn’t be more opposite. Their mother reached down to clean them off. Travelling past the marshlands made it easy for their paws to become dirty. Neither kits minded much at all, but mother sure did. Riley squealed happily under the repetitive strokes of their mother’s tongue. Bear wriggled uncomfortable under the annoyingly long strokes.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” He kept protesting, but she wouldn’t let up.
Later that night, the trio had settled down underneath one of the trees that dotted the outskirts of the wildcat’s territory. Sunset, their mother, had not wanted to raise her kits in the twolegplace. It was unpleasant and she wanted to give them a better life. But the queen knew the dangers of the forest. Instead of setting out to hide in the prey-rich trees, she skirted the borders and hunted just outside of any other cat’s home. It was an exhausting life, but she had no other option. By day, she hunted and traveled, carrying the kits when their paws no longer were able to handle the journey. During the night, she slept deeply in preparation for the next day. Walking with kits slowed her down a lot. In the few days since they had left twolegplace, not much progress had been made. But they had needed to stop.
The small, brown tom looked over the sleeping figure of his mother. She didn’t move other than they rhythmic rise and fall of her pelt. It would be easy to sneak off. He quivered in excitement as he stared out into the dark line of pine trees. With one small kit claw, he prodded Riley awake.
“Bear, wha-” The other kit started to protest before Bear put a paw over his mouth and hissed for him to be silent.
“We’re going to explore!” At the prospect of an exploration with his older brother, Riley jumped up excitedly and followed after him. The flame, orange tom tried to match Bear pawstep for pawstep. It wasn’t hard. Riley had long legs. He could easily outpace Bear if he tried at all. However, the younger cat looked up to his brother and would simply follow him wherever he went. Silently, the kits crept over an invisible border they didn’t know existed. Within a few steps, their paws were coated in mud. But it didn’t slow them down much.
“Does mother know where we are?” Riley asked after a bit, cocking his head to the side in question. Bear shot back in a hiss for the younger kit to ‘shuttup and just come on’. In his frustration with his brother, he raced ahead breaking through the marsh grasses and leaving Riley behind. When he finally stopped, his sides heaving, a feeling of dread hit him. The other tom wasn’t with him.
“Riley? Riley? Where’d you go?” He called, letting fear creep into his normally bitter voice. Bear shut his eyes and wished that when he opened them there would be the familiar flash of orange fur. There was no such luck. Worry surged through him and he wandered around on unsteady, tiny legs. Riley was nowhere to be found. After a while of searching, he gave up and wandered back to Sunset. A sigh of relief left him when he made it back. Yet, it still wasn’t okay. There was still no sign of Riley.
The memory was as clear as if it had happened yesterday, despite many moons having passed. Riley had never been found. Sunset lost her mind over the loss of her beloved son. Despite his efforts, Bear was never able to comfort her. For moons the queen had refused to leave their shelter under the roots of that tree, waiting as if Riley would show up at any time. He never did. It was no surprise to a young Bear when she had died of starvation. If she hadn’t been a lost cause to him for some time, he probably would have cared more. Over that time, Bear had been forced to teach himself to hunt and fight. Cats would cross near their makeshift camp and it was up to him to fend them off, even at a young age. Sunset’s death had been the event that drove him to return to the disgusting home that his mother had tried to get him out of.
Most of the prey to be found in that area was killed off by the cats of the forest. Bear had never seen them, but he had certainly smelled them. Their stench was different from those of the twolegplace cats. After sometime, he had come to assumed they’d killed off his brother. Because of this, he avoided the forest. There was no reason to risk his life by crossing into their territory. Part of him knew he would likely never make it out alive. So, after Sunset had passed, he made his way back. This awful, stinking place was what he called home.
Rumors had spread of him once he returned. The cats of the twolegplace believed he had come from the forest. Some believed it was a lie he’d made up to make himself seem tougher. Others cowered in fear if they thought it to be true. Personally, Bear couldn’t care less what they thought. Either way the lie kept a lot of cats out of his way. The one truth to it was that he was a cat to be feared. Moons of being alone and looking after himself had made him bitter. Other cats simply became battle practice. His skills had become deadly for not being a forest cat. Bear would rip apart anyone that stood in his way. ‘Less competition,’ He thought to himself, laughing bitterly out loud. The cats on the fence scattered at the sound of his harsh laugh. They probably thought he was crazy. Maybe he was a little crazy, but Bear was always certain of his actions. Nothing was unintentional.
Lately, the twolegplace had become boring for him. With the winter chill setting in, prey had become even more scare. Thankfully, he had been able to eat fairly well by stealing other’s prey, but even so that was running out. Bear would never sink to the level of the housecats. No cat could ever say they caught him begging at a twoleg’s nest. Lately, he had longed for something more. Now, more than ever, the forest called to him. Before, he had cowered in fear at the thought of the trees. But that had changed overtime. Bear was faster than most cats, having the long legs both him and Riley had inherited from Sunset. Not only that, but he was deadlier than any cat in the twolegplace. Between having practiced fighting skills and ruthless drive to kill anything that stood in his path, not much could stop him. Now it was time to take to the forest. Nothing there could stop him. Bear would kill any cat that tried to stop him.
“You better watch out forest cats,” The battle-scarred tom snarled darkly as he stalked towards the forest line, “Your home is about to become even more dangerous.”
Physical description: Handsome short-haired grey tom with a white muzzle, throat and tail-tip. He has hazel-green eyes and a pink nose. Personality: Serious and focused, but very outgoing. Somewhat of a flirt at times. Only aggressive to those from other clans. Fiercely defensive of his heritage and clan. But overall kind-hearted, loyal, and caring. He will do anything for his family. Especially close with his sister, Sageleaf.
Physical description: Pretty short-haired grey and white she-cat. Her pelt is more grey than white, but has quite a bit of white cutting through out. Green eyes and a black nose. Personality: A bit reserved. She can be fierce when need be. Somewhat similar to her brother, Slatethroat, but with less clan pride and a more toned down personality. She's a skeptic when it comes to most things and will not trust without proof. Especially close to her brother, Slatethroat. Torn between her desire to be a warrior and serve her clan as a medicine cat. Sage strives to figure out who she is and what she believes.
Physical description: Tabby-tom with medium length hair. He has brown-green eyes. Personality: Very loud, social, energetic and ever optimistic. Known for always "bouncing" when he walks or "galloping" instead of walking or running like a more normal cat. Weasel has a heart of gold and cares deeply for other cats, but isn't exactly the brightest. His fearlessness comes from the fact he doesn't think about things too much before he act. But he gives his all in everything he does. He is known to be clumsy and oblivious.
Physical description:Skinny brown and grey tabby with somewhat small ears, pink nose, green eyes and a long tail. Personality: Rejected and left by his mother, Coyote is a bitter character. He hide this anger under a cunning disguise of charm. Coyote tries to get others to like him, but has no real desire for close friends and relationships, mostly out of a fear of losing them. He is ferocious, but not the best fighter. He has no allegiance to any cat but himself, despite pretending to be a loyal warrior.
Physical description: All black pelt with a small white patch on his chest. Pale hazel eyes. One slightly twisted hind paw, deformed jaw leading to a slight overbite and abnormally long teeth, all due to birth defects. None of his defects are physically debilitating. Later on, becomes horrifically scarred and difficult to look at because of circumstances. Overall, far from the most handsome tom. Personality: Keeps to himself constantly, except for his brother who always sticks around him. Fairly passive mostly due to his sociopathic tendencies. Jagged does not care much for others, rather he is only interested in doing what he feels like doing. Is generally disliked not just for his appearance, but his indifferent treatment of others. But taunts from others do not sway him. His unappealing appearance is a pride of his; Jagged enjoys when others shrink away from him. While Jagged is very introspective, his twisted way of thinking and lack of care leads to normally irrational decisions. Believes all of his actions are justified simply because he does what he wants to do. The only things he enjoys are being left alone and inflicting pain on others, not much else interests him. His one main lapse in this usual nature is his tendency to listen to his brother.