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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Characters : (W)oolywing, (B)lackbear, (Bu)tterfly Clan/Rank : (W) RiverClan T3 Warrior, (B) SkyClan T4 Warrior, (S) T1 Loner Number of posts : 829 Gender : He/him Age : 19
Subject: Recuperation [Sitewide] Mon Dec 05, 2022 7:21 pm
Days had passed since the twoleg scourge descended upon Fourtrees. Sounds of machines and foreign voices still lingered in the air, as did the smell of engines and metal. It was clear the forest was not safe, at least not entirely. RiverClan’s still-liquefied camp was no exception. Though it seemed clear of twolegs, one wrong step would reveal otherwise; the area was littered with traps, hidden well enough that a careless cat could easily fall prey to one. Occasionally, the distant sound of twoleg footsteps could be heard.
Watch out! The twolegs are still occupying the forest, laying traps for unsuspecting cats. A hunting roll of 7, 8 or 9 in any forest territory will result in either an encounter with a twoleg or getting caught in a trap! These encounters will not result in your character’s capture, they are only there to keep them on their toes.
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Woolywing of RiverClan-45/90* Butterfly the Loner-40/100 Blackbear of SkyClan-50/120 Lousekit of ShadowClan-10/30 *=disabled **=unborn
Subject: Re: Recuperation [Sitewide] Wed Dec 14, 2022 7:21 pm
Perchstar finally stumbled back into camp, feeling as if she had been dragging the entire weight of the forest along with her. She'd done her best to double-check that they had everyone, including the injured Hickorypaw, but... there was nothing to be done about Rowanpaw. One or two other cats may have been missing in the chaos that she couldn't have seen. She was currently too numb from the combined forces of adrenaline, exhaustion and shock that were pressing in on every sense, but she knew that the guilt would seep in the moment she found the time to breathe. Thankfully, she didn't have the time right now. She still had to check in with everyone.
Camp looked even worse than when they'd left it. The way through the territory had been laden with traps, some of which the bedraggled march of cats had only barely managed to avoid. Thankfully, none seemed to be on the island itself, but that was probably because it was a soggy mess of sand and moss. Some of the reed dens were half-collapsed from the initial shaking of the earth, beginning to sink into the unsolid ground beneath them. The only den that looked completely untouched was the leader's den, sheltered as it was in the roots of the willow tree, but a few branches had fallen and littered the entryway. Waterlogged clumps of herbs and moss and reeds were strewn across the ground. The thin level of floodwater from the river had ebbed and flowed, leaving the entire camp looking like a washed-out mess. Still... she'd rather be here than at Fourtrees, surrounded by Twolegs, hearing screams and panicked wails on all sides.
"RiverClan, let's regroup," she called out, trying not to sound as bone-tired as she was. "Help any injured to the leader's den. Since it's the least damaged, that will be our medicine den for now. Is anybody else missing? Are you all okay?" Of course, no one was okay. How could anyone be okay after the forest had been turned inside-out? And yet, this was all she could ask. This was all she could do. Hating herself for how futile her actions were, Perchstar refused to let her trembling limbs rest, standing and pacing around the base of the tree instead of sitting like she so desperately wanted to.
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Characters : [P]oppyshine; [Pi]neblossom; [W]hisperear; [C]rookedlight; [L]arkspring; [Wi]llowwisp Clan/Rank : RC T5 Deputy; SC T5; WC T5; SkC T5; RC T4; RC T4 Number of posts : 2967 Gender : Any Pronouns Age : 25
Subject: Re: Recuperation [Sitewide] Wed Dec 14, 2022 8:05 pm
Poppyshine
Poppyshine was exhausted. She’d helped a few other cats hurry along as the clan escaped out of Fourtrees. For the most part, it seemed that many of her clanmates had gotten out unscathed. But her mind kept thinking back to Rowanpaw. Her poor son, who had been so terrified in that twoleg trap. There was nothing she could have done, of course, but it didn’t make the pain or regret any less palpable. Poppyshine dearly hoped that no one else had been taken in the mess; she had only seen Rowanpaw. For now, Poppyshine tried not to focus on the inky black feelings drowning her from the inside out. She focused harder on her duties as a deputy to help her get through this.
“Sandypaw, I’ll help gather fresh herbs for you,” Poppyshine said to her daughter when Perchstar was finished speaking. “You look over the injured and let me know what you need most, and then I’ll go out while you start tending to them.” In a louder voice, she called to her clanmates, “I’ll need two uninjured warriors with me to gather herbs. Let me know who would like to come with and we’ll set out soon.”
While her clanmates were getting organized, she went to Perchstar. In a lower voice that only her leader could hear, she said, “So much pacing will only rile you up further. Take some breaths while our clanmates assess.”
Twistpool
Twistpool trudged into camp with Sunkit still clasped by his scruff in Twistpool’s jaws. At least the kit had quieted down halfway back home. It wasn’t that Twistpool was unsympathetic. If he had been a young cat again and his father was taken by twoleg beasts, he also would have screamed and cried…but Twistpool could be annoyed about it anyway.
When they were fully in camp and the wet sand squished between his pawpads, he unceremoniously dropped Sunkit into the damp sand. His mean face pulled back a little more and he meowed, “Alright, go on. The queens’ll look after ya.”
With a bitter look, his eyes cast towards the elder’s den, which was lopsided and no doubt as damp as it was out here. He needed a new nest, but he was no as tactless as to ask for that while everyone was taking counts of missing cats. He could suffer with some aching arthritic bones in the wetness until everything had settled…then perhaps he could rope some apprentice into getting him a fresh nest. Actually, looking around, he didn’t see that particularly annoying one, the deputy’s son. He wasn’t taken, was he?
Larkkit
Larkkit was feeling the unfortunate effects of having a mortal body. His legs ached and he’d done more walking than other kits did in the escape. He didn’t really mind that on a conceptual level, as he would have sooner attacked someone that picked him up that wasn’t his father, but he still did not enjoy the effects of pushing his body to its limit as he had done. Now Larkkit was exhausted and hungry and he wanted to curl up with Rookkit and their father and sleep…but at least one aspect of that equation would no longer be applicable.
He looked to Rookkit, big eyes silently assessing them and trying to determine just how exhausted they were too. He mewed, “Do you think we can find a dry spot to sit and wait together?” A nap would be preferable, but if Rookkit wanted to observe the clan proceedings, then Larkkit would wait up with them.
Characters : Stormdance (S) Rainfrost (R) Sunpool (Su) Wrenpaw (W) Hawkmist (H) Clan/Rank : Riverclan, Tier 5 Warrior (S) Skyclan, Tier 3 Warrior (R) Riverclan, Tier 2 Warrior (Su) Riverclan, Apprentice (W) Shadowclan, Tier 2 Warrior (H) Number of posts : 1024 Gender : Transmasc, he/they Age : 23
Subject: Re: Recuperation [Sitewide] Wed Dec 14, 2022 8:41 pm
Stormdance
Riverclan Camp
At a certain point in the journey, Stormdance found that exhaustion numbed the panic and stress he’d experienced. His mind grew numb, and it was all he could do to focus on putting one paw in front of the other and not stumble into any trouble or traps. He stuck close to Woolywing during the walk, finding some comfort in both the younger tom’s presence and in having his eyes on Woolywing, knowing that he was still there and safe.
Tired blue eyes scanned over the camp, and he felt another wave of exhaustion and dread wash over him. Looking at the decimated camp now, Stormdance wondered if they would ever feel safe in their home again. His chest still ached from being pushed away from that twoleg and his legs were shaking with exhaustion. Part of him wanted nothing more than to lay down in a nest and pretend that none of this ever happened. He knew that if he tried though he wouldn’t be able to sleep.
He met Perchstar’s gaze and gave a small nod, glancing around for any injured. Sprucebark was passed out and carried in by Hawkshriek, but seemed relatively unharmed, and then there was Hickorypaw of course. But there didn’t seem to be any major injuries as far as he could see, so he softly reported, “As okay as we can be, I think.”
His mouth tasted sour as he thought of Rowanpaw. He could only pray to Starclan to watch over him. He had seemed so scared.. Stormdance’s claws dug into the ground briefly as emotions bubbled under the layer of numbness in his head.
Then he shook his head to clear it and looked towards Poppyshine. “I’ll come with you.” He offered. He needed something to do with himself, something to keep his paws occupied, lest he descend into another of the attacks that had him frozen at Fourtrees.
Sunkit
Riverclan Camp
Sunkit plopped unceremoniously into the sand, sitting there for a long moment as he stared at the camp he barely even recognized. He wasn’t sure what it was supposed to look like, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t like this. He had fought back against Twistpool’s hold on his scruff half of the travel to the camp, but eventually he went limp.
It had sunk in then that his parents were gone, and he had no way of getting them back. Now, sitting in the camp, Sunkit realized he had no idea what to do. He didn’t really know any of the other queens besides his mother. He didn’t know many other cats at all, besides his parents. Sudden fear and an aching sadness washed over him, and those emotions were far more intense than anything the young tom had experienced before.
With a tiny little whimper, Sunkit backed up a few paces, and uncharacteristically pushed himself under Twistpool, practically hiding in his fur, and gave a firm shake of his head. His eyes were wet with unshed tears.
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