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Leaffall
HERBS/PREY With clans overhunting and the cold beginning to set in, prey grows scarce | With most growing seasons ended, herbs are now very limited and rare
CLIMATE Days have begun to cool, carrying a brisk chill and the subtle threat of early snow
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DON'T FORGET TO READ THE RULEBOOK!
7.14.16 // Congratulations to Rabbitclaw for his promotion to ShadowClan deputy! Also, don't forget to post in the Activity Check!
6.15.16 // A bunch of lovely cosmetic updates to the site have been made (just look at those snazzy side-tables) and the WC has been lowered, for practical reasons, to 150. We also would love to welcome Stormhawk (void) as WindClan's new deputy!
6.7.16 // Rise Up's first gathering is underway! Don't miss the fun! You can find and start your own threads in the gathering board, found right in four trees! Be sure to read through the leader announcements!
5.25.16 // A big ol' CONGRATS to Cuckoopoppy, ShadowClan's medicine cat! He's a scruffy old fellow who sees a few more omens then normal (and perhaps a few curses) but I'm sure we'll all love him and his antics! Reminder that the SC and WC deputy positions are still available for audition!
5.15.16 // The May activity check has come to a close! A big thank you to everyone who participated! Unfortunately, the ShadowClan medicine cat rank is now open as well. The deadline for this rank, and the others available, is indefinite- so if you want it, go for it!
5.7.16 // Our first activity check is underway, and a new announcement has been posted! The new season is leaffall, and everyone should remember to age any characters made prior to 5/1/16 up two moons! Remember that two deputy positions and the guard position are still ripe for the taking.
5.7.16 // Did you know 99 Love Baloons is actually a song about the apopcalypse? Who knew!
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intelligence gap (Closed- Rook, Sable, Dapple)
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Post by moleshade on May 8, 2016 21:00:22 GMT -6
intelligence gap He was half a moon length, but after a hunting patrol that morning Moleshade had caught a plump, juicy thrush. A catch like that was rare for him- he rarely had the quickness to leap after something, or drag it down- basically, he sucked. He sucked at hunting and basic lizards were usually the best he got.
The tom was surprised, then, when he caught that thrush and his first thought was that Rookstar would love this. Weird, huh? He realized a few moments later that he only thought that because he'd promised some foresty meal to the leader.... and promptly never, ever delivered.
So he'd looked forward to seeing that ungrateful tom finally utter a proper thank you when he dragged that lovely, delicious meal into camp. He could name four cats off the top of his paw that deserved a full belly more then the disgraced ThunderClan leader- but by golly, he wanted that damned thank you, and he wanted it bad.
So Moleshade came waddling into camp, the limp thrush dragging between his forepaws. Despite his height he couldn't quite lift the heavy bird above the ground. He took a moment, finally locating the leader's shape across camp, and released the bird's wing. It plopped to the ground and he took a few moments to pant, before yowling out, "Hey shortstack! Brought you a gift!"
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Post by rookstar on May 9, 2016 10:34:39 GMT -6
Rookstar You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 404 NOTES WHO YA CALLIN' SHORT? | thoughts \\ spoken
Someone, at some point, had come up with the brilliant idea of putting Rookstar to work. No, it wasn’t hunting. He was an absolute failure when it came to the marshy territory. Patrolling didn’t work either, no ShadowClan cat could last long cooped up in a group with the hot-tempered fellow. And, of course, it had nothing to do with running the clan that already had enough chiefs in the kitchen –chiefs who couldn’t stand his belligerent opinions on “what works best.”
So what important and fool-proof task had Rookstar been convinced to get off his sulking rump for? Bedding-duty. That’s right, mr. high and mighty, the fallen leader of, arguably, the most bravado-obsessed clan in the forest, was switching out old bedding. He wasn’t even doing that great of a job at it.
Sure, the tom was giving it a good shot. He didn’t want to be lazy, sitting around had never sat right with him. Yet, try as he might he just couldn’t put the right amount of energy into it. So it was that when Moleshade came trotting into camp, his particularly splendid catch dropped in the open for all to see, a scene was drawing to a fruitless close. Moss hung on the low hanging branches of pines, clung to the pelts of by-standers on the opposite side of the clearing, and speckled the general area leading up to the elder’ den. A moss-bomb had gone off, or at least that’s what it sure looked like. In the midst of it Rookstar was yelling, hackles raised, at some one-eared elder with bad breath.
“Eah? Don’t give a rat’s dirt about your ‘scuses old-timer! I’ll shove this moss up-“ His proposal was cut short when a particularly devious name was hollered. Somehow he knew, in his bones, that it meant him. He also knew he was going to pummel the fox-faced moron who was bright enough to come up with it.
Bright, yellow eyes flicked to Moleshade –missing the “gift” part of it all- and narrowed. In a few short (haha) steps the bicolor was up and personal with the offender. “Short, huh? Short? Short ‘nuff to be mistaken with a mouse, that’s what you’re sayin’? Short ‘nuff to crawl out’ta my mother and never grow an inch since, huh? Wanna elaborate on that for me?” By this time he spitting, fur arching along his back like a punk rocker’s mohawk.
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Post by moleshade on May 9, 2016 12:35:48 GMT -6
intelligence gap It was only a heartbeat after his muzzle closed that Moleshade realized the state of the camp. Moss was everywhere, victims of the explosion scattering camp or hiding away to lick their green-hued wounds. It hung from low branches, it scattered the ground, it splattered the pelts of any poor cat in sight. His eyes drifted side to side and he realized most cats had been watching Rookshade in awed fear, in silence. How could something so tiny be so angry?
Then Rookstar turned to him, and Moleshade realized he might have made a grave mistake. His ears flattened to his skull and the warrior's fur puffed out as the stout little cat came stomping over. He was... hilarious, honestly. No bigger (perhaps even smaller) then Dapplecrow- Moleshade had to arch his neck and peer down at the dark tom as he shoved himself into the dark warrior's space.
"Hey- hey hey!" Moleshade yelped, a paw jutting out to roughly shove at the leader's chest, intending to force him back. "Them are your words! Not mine! Don't yell'it me jus' cause you don't have legs!" He spat back, whiskers giving a quiver. He wasn't so much scared, upset, or in any way offended or ruffled by Rookstar's behavior- rather, this seemed sort of funny.
After all, Rook was half the size of every cat in here and right now, all puffed up, he sort of resembled one of the fuzzy skunks that waddled through now and then. Nose wrinkling back, Moleshade realized he probably smelled just as bad, too.
Drawing in a breath, he quickly batted the thrush out from under his chest. "Look! Brought you food!"
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Post by rookstar on May 10, 2016 17:44:37 GMT -6
Rookstar You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 215 NOTES Yeah? well you're too tall >:V | thoughts \\ spoken
A black foot poked at his chest, with enough force to shove a cat back a pace or two. Only, Rookstar wasn’t about to let some limp sack of spider eggs push him around. Oh no, the moment he was touched the ex-leader’s eyes followed the movement with a growing degree of irritation. He didn’t budge, didn’t even waver. It’d take more than that to shake the sturdy little tom.
“Don’t got legs, huh? Gonna push me around like some kit? Think you can get the better of me?” Now it was his paw shoving at the leggy cat’s chest, aggressively trying to push /him/ back. In his anger Rookstar didn’t register the change of conversation. Instead he continued to yell, shouting over the other’s mews. “’Least I’m not a fly-headed pile of sticks lumbering about like he can’t see his own feet!”
Had he been in a better mood, sans moss, Rookstar might have made a bigger effort to illustrate exactly how he was proposing that Moleshade walked. It never hurt to shove that extra bit in a cat’s face, even if they occasionally called him childish for it. Could be a good bit of fun, especially if others saw it funny enough to steal a few laughs. But as it were he wasn’t.
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Post by moleshade on May 15, 2016 21:37:27 GMT -6
intelligence gap Suddenly thick, stubby legs were battering him away, forcing the stork-like tom a couple paw-steps back. Dang, the dwarf really was going to fight him, wasn't he? Or at least, awkwardly try why insulting himself. Which was really funny, and honestly, Moleshade was struggling not to laugh.
“’Least I’m not a fly-headed pile of sticks lumbering about like he can’t see his own feet!”
"Are you callin' me clumsy?!" Came Moleshade's bark of laughter, incredulous and filled with disbelief. Was- was he serious? Really? His tail was twitching, whiskers quivering, the fur lifting to bristle along his spine. His ears were angled to the side, lip twitching between words to flash pearly teeth.
He wasn't truly offended, of course- more surprised and amused that Rookstar really couldn't scrape up much more then that, calling him clumsy. It seriously boggled him- and perhaps, if he did some soul searching, he'd find himself a touch salty. Stealth was his only skill. His only one- unless you considered laziness, pro chore-avoiding, and just plain bile-like attitude a skill. It was one of the few things he could take pride in, and here danced in this idiot, insulting it! Blah!
"Says you! Black-and-white skunk cat with a mouth too big for his head. You got cobwebs in there?" He spat, head tilting as he backed up some more, pointedly shoving the thrush between the two. Brilliant plan. Make it worse, bribe with food that was yet to even be noticed. "Here, take this!" He added loudly, tone taking on a shrilly pitch.
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Post by rookstar on Jun 8, 2016 10:33:50 GMT -6
Rookstar You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS 206 NOTES i dun want it | thoughts \\ spoken
A delightedly smug smile, all teeth and no love, sprawled across the leader. Black-dipped tail shook violently in a show of his overzealous and over stimulated state. He could practically feel Moleshade as the other tom cracked under the pressure. Or, at least, that was Rookstar’s interpretation of the toothy display, with that twiggy lip twitching in an interesting way.
Then a shrilly, whiny voice piped up again, spouting insults and shoving a dead bird around. Really Moleshade? Really? But as the plump carcass rolled onto his foot Rookstar paused, lifted the foot, and then froze. Thrush. Delicious, fresh, non-frog thrush. Feathers splayed out beautifully before him, teasing him with their promise of savory bird. Water pooled in his mouth, and he found himself licking his lips without conscious thought.
But, no. He couldn’t take this, his pride was childishly stubborn. “I don’t want it.” It was a clear lie, evident in the way his lip quivered. Yellow eyes looked up, glared, and then looked down again. He fluffed his fur, at odds with himself. Then once more that angry gaze fastened itself on his enemy. “Tryin’ to poison me now? Huh? Well it ain’t goin’ to work.” Rookstar punctuated the statement with a haughty huff.
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