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 : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ishpaw [Fa]lconpaw [Fo]xsnap Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T5 Warrior [P] RiverClan Hybrid Medicine Cat [F] ShadowClan Apprentice [Fa] WindClan Apprentice [Fo] SkyClan T2 Warrior Number of posts : 2887 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: pressure on julian [C] Sun 4 Aug 2024 - 14:23
SILVERHAWK
The darker the weather...
Silverhawk’s senses were on alert as he approached the border of WindClan. The tensions between their Clans had not gone down in the last moon or so. Silverhawk would not be the fool to let one of them slip over their stolen border and issue any further challenge to ShadowClan. Due to his ears being pricked, his nose attuned, he did not miss the fact that another cat was approaching the border at the same time as him. The muscles underneath Silverhawk’s fur wound tight and he raised his chin. Slowly, his paws crawled to a halt and he looked out across the border. It did not take long for a tall, dark tom to make his appearance from the moorlands. Silverhawk’s ear twitched and he blinked.
”Hello,” he mewed with a dip of his head. None of the tension he felt displayed on his features. ”I don’t encounter many cats on this border. WindClan certainly enjoys keeping to the daylight.” Silverhawk tipped his head toward the fading sunlight and a faint smile appeared on his face. He lingered on the sunset for a brief minute before turning back to the other tom. ”I hope we’re each just passing by, stranger.”
Subject: Re: pressure on julian [C] Sat 10 Aug 2024 - 6:29
Well, this is not how he expect today to go. Or rather, how this patrols would go. He had set out of Camp with two other warriors, until one of unfortunately met with a hawk. Leopardwind had told the both of them to head back to Camp, and that he would finish the border patrol alone. There was only a little while left, anyway, and there was no reason to expect any trouble.
That was, until he was approaching the ShadowClan border. The black warrior's ears pricked as he caught the soft sound of pawsteps and the distinct scent of ShadowClan, carried to him by the wind. It was almost night time, so he wouldn't say he was surprised to find a ShadowClanner at the border, but what did surprise him was the fact that there was not a patrol but a single cat that stood there, facing him, as if waiting for him to approach. His fur prickled with unease; had he been wrong to think that there would be no trouble here tonight? The sun was rapidly setting, and soon he would not be able to see much at all. It was best to keep this interaction short, if at all.
The ShadowClanner greeted him as he approached the border. Leopardwind noted the casual threat underneath all the pleasantries, and his gaze flashed in response. Was he accusing WindClan to be one to cause trouble at the borders? Might he remind this arrogant fool which Clan started the skirmish first the last time? But, of course, he said nothing about it, nor did he show any indication that it was how he felt. Two could go play this game, alright.
Flashing a similar smile to the one present to him, Leopardwind returned the dip of his head in greeting. "And I'd say you're rather early here, for a ShadowClanner," He replied, head similarily tipped towards the setting sun, as if to say it's still daylight, so what really are you doing here?. The warrior padded forward, until he was toeing the border. "Don't worry, I'm just here to do my duty, as I'm sure you understand," He meowed casually. ShadowClan wouldn't pick a fight over another Clan's warrior marking their border-- they weren't that thickheaded.
Characters : [R]owansong [Ro]okflight [S]ilverhawk [P]igeonpouce [F]ishpaw [Fa]lconpaw [Fo]xsnap Clan/Rank : [R] RiverClan T5 Elder [Ro] RiverClan T4 Warrior [S] ShadowClan T5 Warrior [P] RiverClan Hybrid Medicine Cat [F] ShadowClan Apprentice [Fa] WindClan Apprentice [Fo] SkyClan T2 Warrior Number of posts : 2887 Gender : any or username Age : 22
Subject: Re: pressure on julian [C] Mon 12 Aug 2024 - 6:18
SILVERHAWK
The darker the weather...
Silverhawk wasn’t fond of the smile returned to him. There was no real warmth in it, much like his own expression. The response was fair, but it still disconcerted him. He did not like cats that liked to wear the same faces as him. The WindClanner spoke with the same voice, too, false-kind words, a meaning that would only be understood if you were listening. Any cat he saw himself in was not to be trusted. Silverhawk watched him pad right to the line of the border, wondering briefly if the black tom would disregard it. He had ignored borders several times in his life. But the WindClanner stopped right at the line, and so Silverhawk returned his gaze to his eyes. Shrugging nonchalantly, he said, ”Consider this our dawn patrol.” He had only been walking to clear his head, but the tom before him wouldn’t need to know that. Patrols would be going out within the hour, anyway; he had simply gotten ahead of him.
Silverhawk padded closer to the border, though he did not quite approach the edge of it so he was not squarely in the WindClanner’s face. Then, all casual, he reclined onto his haunches and swept his tail around his paws. ”Of course I understand,” he hummed. ”I certainly have no other reason to be here.” He was quiet for a beat before smiling again. ”Oh--sorry. You’ll have to forgive my manners. I want this to be a pleasant conversation.” He said with a soft laugh. ”I’m Silverhawk. And you are?”
Subject: Re: pressure on julian [C] Tue 13 Aug 2024 - 16:27
Dawn patrol. As if a single, sly-looking warrior would make up a patrol. Leopardwind tensed as the ShadowClanner approached the border, gaze narrowing when the silver tom sat down, thick tail curling around his paws. What was he doing? Oh? This tom-- Silverhawk-- was having a chat with him? Frustration tingled in his paws; it was getting dark soon, and he wanted to be home by then. But he showed no sign that this "conversation" was undesirable. In fact, he too sat down, tail curling gracefully over his paws and his back straight as he faced Silverhawk.
"I'm Leopardwind," He replied simply, then, with a tip of his head and smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "How has ShadowClan been holding up?"
Silverhawk wondered if the warrior was disturbed by his presence. The dark-pelted tom gave no appearance to his discomfort if there was any, but he couldn’t help but wonder if the distrust was mutual. As it was, this Leopardwind regarded him pleasantly enough, though his smile didn’t go very far. ”Well,” Silverhawk hummed evenly. ”Green-leaf has been kind to us.” His head tipped to the side, mirroring Leopardwind, and his tail waved slowly side-to-side. It was tempting to mention the fight between Lilyvalley, Nettleweaver, and that WindClanner, but Silverhawk kept it as a thought. ”And WindClan? Has the season been just as kind?”