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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Subject: by trying, make it worse (c) Fri Dec 16, 2022 8:16 pm
Walking in the territory used to bring her solace. It used to be her escape from the daily mediocrities of life, from how little she understood the workings of life, from the noise and sounds that attacked her at every second. From the time she was a warrior, old enough to leave camp on her own, it was the quiet freedom of walking through RiverClan's beautiful scenery that would often be her only source of peace. That could no longer alleviate her worries now. Every step, she second-guessed herself, double-checking that there wasn't another trap hidden beneath the long grasses, disturbed by the earth shaking, covered in a blanket of frost. Any wrong step could be a disaster for her Clan.
Perchstar tried not to let the unhappiness show on her face as she strode carefully, but purposefully, through the territory. Despite the awful state it was in, hunting still had to be done. Cats had to be fed. Including herself. It would no longer be prudent to deny herself food, as much as she'd thought it would help to make sure all others had eaten first. She needed to be competent-- and for that, she needed her rest and her sustenance. The last thing she wanted was to lose another precious life to her own negligence. So, hunting it was. And with one of the only two cats who had borne witness to her failure, no less.
Stormdance was accompanying her on this patrol. She would be lying if she said that she hadn't felt slightly more awkward around the tom after... dying... in front of him, but she still appreciated his steadfast support. He had been immensely helpful during both disasters so far, and he had gained her trust as well as Poppyshine's. Everything had been very hard for him, nearly more so than for her. His apprentice was one of the few who had been taken by the advancing Twolegs. At times, he hardly seemed to be holding himself together... and yet, he did. It was impressive. Perchstar held massive respect for the tom. Hopefully, between the two of them, they could refill the fresh-kill pile and strengthen the warriors who were staying in camp to rebuild the dens under Poppyshine's supervision. "Ready to hunt?"
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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: by trying, make it worse (c) Tue Dec 20, 2022 5:36 pm
Stormdance
Riverclan Territory
Stormdance was both tense and easily distracted, neither of which were particularly helpful when he was trying to focus on a hunt. The territory, his home, was made nothing short of alien by the constant, if faint now, sounds of Twolegs and monsters, the threat of traps underfoot, the earth’s shaking having disturbed much of the territory, and the thin layer of frost that covered everything. These things kept drawing his attention, and any thought of Twolegs quickly drew his mind to thoughts of Rowanpaw.
At some point, Stormdance realized he had not experienced frost before. This was his first Leafbare. It would be Rowanpaw’s too, and he felt a dull ache at the thought that they could not experience it together. He tried not to focus on that, and instead found himself grateful for his thicker coat, a burden during the heat of greenleaf and often irritating when he swam, but a blessing now as chilly, biting wind cut through the air.
Perchstar’s words drew him out of his spiraling thoughts, and he focused on his leader. He had not been on a hunt with her for a while now. He found himself thinking of what had happened only a few nights when he looked at her sometimes. He worried, of course he did, worrying was what he did but she seemed to be taking better care of herself now. And he had no doubt Poppyshine would help ensure that. So he tried not to let that worry show, and instead act as close to normal as he could, given everything. He did still genuinely enjoy getting to be in her company.
He gave a nod. “Think we’ll have any luck with the river?” He asked as he opened his mouth to focus more on any nearby prey scents. The cold would’ve sent most prey into hiding, but perhaps the shaking of the earth or the twoleg’s disturbances drove some from their burrows. With a tiny spark of hope, Stormdance caught the scent of a vole nearby. Flicking his tail in indication, Stormdance pulled away from Perchstar’s side to follow it. Moving carefully and quietly, he eventually came across a skinny vole shuffling about the grass.
Crouching down and shifting a few pawsteps forward, Stormdance moved to pounce on the little rodent. Unfortunately, as soon as the vole caught the sound of him moving, it bolted, and it was gone before Stormdance hit the ground. Stumbling from the landing, Stormdance looked around and let out a frustrated little huff. "Not that luck is in good supply," He mumbled, mostly to himself, before giving himself a few quick, embarrassed licks.
Stormdance attempted to catch a vole and failed! Better luck next time. It cost -3 SP.
