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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Cream-colored paws made their way through thick unsettling fog. A voice called out to them but only a single phrase, ‘It’ll be ok, we’ll be home soon.’ A figure could almost be made out in the fog, a familiar figure. “Lykaios? I-Is that you?” a soft voice called out, but it received no answer. “Lycaon?” No reply.
The silver molly walked further into the fog towards the figure. ‘It’ll be ok, we’ll be home soon.’ Her dark amber eyes darted frantically around as she was swallowed whole by the fog. The figure still ahead of her. She shook her head. “Wh-where are we? Wh-what do you mean?” Her paws were shaky as she picked up her pace.
‘It’ll be ok, we’ll be home soon.’ The molly was running full force now, towards the figure. “I-I don’t know what tr-trick you’re playin but I don’t like it!” She growled as she got closer to the figure, but it collapsed to the grown curled into a ball. Light grey fur paired perfectly with a soft cream lay in front of her covered in blood. “Ly-Lykaios?!” She gasped as she pressed her nose against his body. The scent was different, and a sweet milky scent filled the air. It wasn’t her brother, although it looked like him.
A stirring nearby made the silver cat jump, “Wh-who’s there?” She hissed with her hair standing on end. A large dark figure stepped out in front of her. Familiar golden eyes staring down at her with blood dripping from her fangs. Anxiety prickled at the young molly’s feet. “M-mom?”
Lykania jumped to her paws, claws extended and ready to fight. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her breathing was labored. Her mother and siblings laid curled around each other, like they always were. A sigh of relief sounded from the molly, and she walked out of the pack’s den. Her mother and big pup, Koryos, had to wiggle their way in but Lykaios, Lycaon and herself were able to enter and exit with ease.
The moon-dog shone high above in the sky, but clouds were starting to cover it. Lykania shook her body and fluffed up her fur as a cold breeze brushed against her. It was quickly replaced by the summer’s usual hot wind. Something about the cold breeze didn’t sit well with the molly though and her paws started carrying her mindlessly through the new forest.
She wasn’t aware that the smaller two of her siblings were following her or what was waiting for her ahead. All Lykania knew was she had a dream that made her feel uneasy, and she needed some fresh air and time to think about this dream that recently decided to plague her sleep.
Unlike his sister's more disturbing dreams, visions of hunting rats and chasing frizzy sharpclaws were all that occupied Lykaios's otherwise serene slumber. He and his packmates always had such fun galivanting and playing in the dark alleys between towering longpaw dens. Even now that they'd travelled far from his birthplace, he still found himself aching for the easy pickings from the various spoil-boxes that lined the streets of home. When game was scarce, they could almost always depend on those scraps to keep them going long enough to find some unfortunate creature to sustain themselves with. Here in the forest, though, they relied on skill to get by.
This temporary place, however, wasn't so bad. It often stunk of rats and sharpclaws, though, which made for a rather uneasy sleep. In fact, it was because of his light dozing that Lykaios stirred almost instantly at the sudden disappearance of a certain packmate's familiar warmth. Pale, yellow-green eyes slid open as the soft pawsteps of his sister retreated and the golden-pelted male sat up nervously. He didn't like being apart from any of his packmates - it made him antsy.
Licking his lips, Lykaios turned and nudged one of his littermates, Lycaon, with a heavy paw. "Wake." He rumbled simply. His dark-furred sibling was one of few words, so he tended not to bombard them with too many of his own. They were perceptive anyway - they'd notice Lykania's dissapearance and understand that he wanted to follow her. They were good like that. With a tilt of his jaw towards the den's snug entrance, Lykaios carefully extricated himself from the sleep-pile and slipped out of the cozy den and into the waiting night after Lykania.
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[Nectarflower] T5 WC Permaqueen
[Hemlockfox] T4 WC Hybrid Medicine Cat
[Wiggleworm] T3 TC Warrior
[Firetreader] T1 SkC Warrior
[Lykaios] T1 Rogue
[Moonpaw] WC Apprentice
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Subject: Re: Through the Mist of Time (OPEN to Shadowclan AFTER Gravis & Midnee Post) Wed 7 Aug 2024 - 22:57
Lycaon’s dream was simple, but pleasant. The moon-dog at its full power commanded the night sky and they sat in its awe, their sibling by their side. It was simple and calm and how it should be. A word as simple as their dream sliced through the veil separating them from the world of the waking. The crimson cat’s eyes peeled open, fixing on his brother, and then drifting to what remained of their sleeping pile. Ah, Lykania was missing. Their eyes narrowed on the discoloured spot, before they two shuffled out of the den and after their siblings.
The night air was cool and soothing, a faint smile tugged at their lips. Lykania and Lykaios were waiting for them, silhouetted in the moon-dog’s light. It was almost as large as their dream and it filled them with reverence. “Trouble?” asked Lycaon shortly, concern flashing across their face as their gaze settled on their sister.
Subject: Re: Through the Mist of Time (OPEN to Shadowclan AFTER Gravis & Midnee Post) Fri 9 Aug 2024 - 22:56
SMOKEYTIMBER
I'll hum the song the soldiers sing...
It was moonhigh when Smokeytimber slipped out of camp.
A border patrol was always at least two cats, and though ShadowClan lived in the nighttime, Smokeytimber wasn't interested in bringing any cats along with him. He could handle himself just fine. He just had a feeling he couldn't shake... Carrionplace wasn't a frequently checked border, but Smokeytimber always made time to swing by. Though he'd been a kit when ShadowClan had returned to their camp to find it overtaken by dogs, he'd never shaken the feeling that trouble still dwelled in the territory. Dogs and rats, he knew, but what if those heaps of crowfood fostered a bigger threat? Something the Clans would never see coming? Foxes and owls already seemed to plague him every time he wanted to hunt, so it didn't seem far-fetched that something worse could be lurking in the marsh.
Smokeytimber was nothing if not overly vigilant, and though his paws burned with the unease of disobedience as he made his way closer to Carrionplace, he knew he was breaking orders for good reason. Would Leopardstar be furious? Probably - but not if he was right. Not if he found and eliminated any threat early on. He wondered briefly if StarClan was guiding him, if this was what a vision was, but as he glanced up, he found not a single star in the sky - just as an unfamiliar and wretched smell bathed his tongue.
Every hair on his pelt stood on end as he whipped his head around. The territory was lit dimly by the moon's glow, but there was... nothing. The source of the smell wasn't apparent. Even as he looked around, cold blue gaze scanning the trees around him, he didn't find anything out of place. Just the spare hoot of an owl and a frog's incessant croaking. Smokeytimber frowned. Whatever it was, it was nothing he'd ever smelled before. Distinctly feline, yes, but it was mixed with something else. It reminded him of a fox, or perhaps a dog - though he didn't remember those very well - and paired horribly with the stench of rotting carrion and garbage.
Subject: Re: Through the Mist of Time (OPEN to Shadowclan AFTER Gravis & Midnee Post) Mon 2 Sep 2024 - 14:38
Lykania Tier 1 Rogue | Rogue | She/Her
A soft but confused hum came from Lykania as her siblings approached her. She hadn’t noticed them before they spoke. “Oh, no trouble. I just…” Her voice trailed off. A seemingly familiar scent clung to the air. Something more than the rot and decay of small dead carcasses. A smell that only clung to her and the smaller two of her siblings; but whatever the smell was coming from, it was stronger and almost nauseating.
Her bright amber eyes searched through the trees for the slightest movement. A few moments passed as her gaze bore into the forest, the slightest hint of eyes in the underbrush made her hair bristle. Lykania looked over her shoulder at her siblings “Hunt!” she hissed softly.
Lykaios peered inquisitively at his sister, yellow-green eyes flickering briefly to Lycaon as they moved to pad along Lykania's other side. The moved as a unit, pawsteps silent on the ground, despite the various bits of longpaw rubbish. The presence of his kin was comforting in this unfamiliar land, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Besides, there was something about his sister's expression that made him nervous. He opened his jaws to question her when, suddenly, it hit him. That smell...it was distinctly feline. Salivating and, his tail wagging with excitement, Lykaios eyed Lykania as she scented the air. The instant she whispered the command to hunt, he nodded and darted quickly towards the nearest tower of junk, scrambling quietly up the boxes and metal towards a well-concealed hiding place.
It was up to Lycaon to lull the sharpclaw closer - to convince it that there was no danger. Lykania and him would pounce when the sharpclaw least expected it and have their fun with it - it was the perfect way to get their minds off of things! Licking his lips, he eyed his littermate from the shadows of his carefully selected spot, claws itching to rip and rend flesh apart. His attention flicked back and forth between Lycaon and the approaching feline and he waited as patiently as he could for them to lure it closer. It'd been too long since their last hunt.
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[Nectarflower] T5 WC Permaqueen
[Hemlockfox] T4 WC Hybrid Medicine Cat
[Wiggleworm] T3 TC Warrior
[Firetreader] T1 SkC Warrior
[Lykaios] T1 Rogue
[Moonpaw] WC Apprentice
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Subject: Re: Through the Mist of Time (OPEN to Shadowclan AFTER Gravis & Midnee Post)
Through the Mist of Time (OPEN to Shadowclan AFTER Gravis & Midnee Post)
