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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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Of Frogs and Toads (open)
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Post by mapleblaze on May 16, 2016 17:45:38 GMT -6
THEY DON'T KNOW
WHERE WE'VE BEEN
WE'VE GOT THAT CONCRETE STREET-SKIN
Bulkisome apendages carried the brute's massive size with grace and ease across the vegetation-littered floor. the mud squished between his toes, moist to the touch and causing a shiver to climb up those pillars and down his spine. His rugged pelt snags twigs and leaves with each heavy step, the long fur draped across his heavy frame prone to snatching up everything with reach.
Bright eyes, shimmering like pools of amber, looked over the ferns with a critical and harsh glare. His nostrils flared to draw in all the scents left here by scuttling prey, and his broad ears swiveled like audits to catch even the slightest sound.
His heavy frame was paused just at the edge of the fern-lined glade, his heavy whiskers giving an irate twitch and he turned a broad head to look over thick shoulders. The rest of the cats on patrol with him were following close behind. Then he looked ahead again. A good meal would quench the hunger and satisfy the rumbling bellies of his clan, and without the bastard traitors here, he could finally hunt in peace.
A rumble escaped him as he thought about it, becoming lost in his lines of yearnings and dreams, but a sudden whiff of warm frog reaching him gently shook him and pulled him from the daydream with the soft touch of a mother's paw. Blinking to attention the massive warrior stepped forward and cleared his throat with a loud HFFF. "We'll hunt here." He declared in his naturally deep, raspy voice.
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Post by copperpaw on May 20, 2016 21:26:48 GMT -6
[attr="class","bsmain"] [attr="class","bsimg"] [attr="class","bslyric"] [attr="class","bslmarg"]DARLING I'M A NIGHTMARE[attr="class","bsltmarg"]DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM[attr="class","bsbody"]The utter density of the undergrowth surrounding them was as unsettling as it was downright annoying. Copperpaw had stopped behind the hulking beast of a cat, and while waiting for his whim to become more decisive she realized her choice of waiting ground was a poor one. See, there was this one fern that was just at the right height to poke her eye. Jab. Jab. Jab. Every time the slightest breeze touched it there it was again, swaying right into her face. Jab. Jab. Jab. The young molly squinted hard to avoid the irritation, but her efforts hardly did anything to stop the problem. Sure, she could aggressively attack the thing and render it useless but that seemed a bit extreme. Holding it down would be a whole fuss, why bother? So as the large tom in front of her continued to dawdle her short patience began to run thinner and thinner. Just as he cleared his throat she was about ready to go with the more hostile and extreme choice simply out of spite for the plant. His authoritative and, in her opinion, rather over-dramatic declaration was just the wrong type of fuel for the already vexed she-cat. Immediately her lower jaw protruded in indignation. Then, in a low hiss, she spat, “Why don’t you say it even louder? I don’t think all the frogs heard that first one.” She wasn’t shy about her expressive glare aimed right between the tabby’s shoulders. “Rabidbrains taught me tail-signals for a reason. You could use a lesson like that.” Again she kept her voice low, careful not to mimic the intensity of his earlier “HFFF.” Not that it mattered much anymore. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bsmain]width:400px;background-color:#fbfbfb;padding:20px;border:solid 1px #eee;[/newclass] [newclass=.bsimg]width:400px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/q9YGMzU.png');height:200px;border-bottom:solid #333 10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bslyric]font-size:20px;color:#333;font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:left;padding:10px;line-height:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bslmarg]margin-top:71px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bslmarg span]font-size:38px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bsltmarg]margin-top:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bsbody]font-size:10px;color:#333;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;padding:20px;line-height:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bsbody span]font-size:9px;text-align:center;line-height:20px;opacity:0.9;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by rabbitclaw on May 24, 2016 21:49:16 GMT -6
Of frogs and toads Carried on light pawsteps, the silken brown tom had followed the little patrol from the very back. He hadn't caught the memo on where they were supposed to hunt, in the middle of a conversation with his sister when he'd heard his name called- and now he was beginning to regret not asking Boarstar himself.
Not that he didn't enjoy walks in the woods- no! No, not at all! He quite appreciated them! But this was a bit... much. The tom didn't quite understand why they couldn't have just hunted on the way here. He'd seen several blackbirds going after some certainly delicious pine-cones, but yet.... They had to continue. The ferns were a good place, don't get him wrong, but Rabbitclaw just didn't see the point.
Additionally, he didn't quite understand why they were just standing here. He stared ahead at their beastly leader, then down at the more pint-sized apprentice in front of him, currently being assaulted by some air-headed fern. The nerve. But thank the stars this wasn't Mapleblaze's long-term plan, because eventually the tom let loose a nerve-grindingly loud croak, and announced that this was, indeed, the lucky spot.
Rabbitclaw flattened his ears, but he wouldn't have said a word. Until Copperpaw's voice, dripping with reason and spunk perhaps a touch out of place towards the senior warrior, quickly joined the soft ambience- far quieter then the older tom's booming voice.
"Copper!" He hissed in his own quiet, scolding tone. Widened green eyes flashed up at the large tabby and he offered an apologetic smile, tail giving a couple short twitches. His whiskers quivered and the tom's fur lifted in partial embarrassment. What would Mapleblaze think? Surely, no- no he wouldn't be judged for the outburst, right? Yes- yes, he was fine. Every apprentice said stuff, even out of place.
Stepping forward he nudged the ginger molly with his shoulder, twitching an ear towards a thick clump of ferns growing near a patch of pebbles where he knew water oozed up from the soil. "I saw some frogs over there." He murmured, pulling the lie straight oughtta' his ear. More quietly to avoid being over-heard, he added, "You can't argue with your elders like that, Copperpaw. Respect 'n all that, it's what the code and clans are based around."
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Post by mapleblaze on May 26, 2016 13:10:22 GMT -6
THEY DON'T KNOW
WHERE WE'VE BEEN
WE'VE GOT THAT CONCRETE STREET-SKIN
His broad, thick muzzle parted into a gape as he drew in a lung-full of crisp and moist, soil-scented air. His massive toes massaged the vegetation-littered turf beneath him, raggedly-furred tail swaying idly behind him. His thoughts were interrupted by a youthful voice.
His thick muscled tensed, broad shoulders hunching forward as he swung his head, a pair of burning gold pools fixing on the ginger-splashed female. His tattered ears flattened to his skull and his look of disproving soon lifted to the havana tom posed behind her.
"It's unfortunate your mentor chose tail signals, rather then respect." The tom rumbled in a low, growling voice. He raised to his full height, towering over the pair as he turned to face them. "No." He quickly interrupted at Rabbitclaw's invitation to go elsewhere, the tom's burly legs folding under him as he sat. "I do believe now would be a good time to teach your apprentice the code and respect, Rabbitclaw. Lest I need to do it for you."
His glare was cold and harsh, watching the younger, more frail kitty-pet blooded warrior expectantly. Perhaps Boarstar was a fool for giving him an apprentice. His ears twitched forward, the uttered suggestion not a suggestion at all- rather, a demanding, curt order uttered from the lips of an agitated feline.
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Post by copperpaw on Jun 6, 2016 21:36:19 GMT -6
[attr="class","bsmain"] [attr="class","bsimg"] [attr="class","bslyric"] [attr="class","bslmarg"]DARLING I'M A NIGHTMARE[attr="class","bsltmarg"]DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM[attr="class","bsbody"]In a dandy little voice Rabbitclaw’s mew attempted to scold Copperpaw, and for a heartbeat she did feel a hint of sorrow, just the barest flavor. That is, until her mentor sent an embarrassed and seemingly self-conscious glance at the burly bloke up front. Oh no, she wouldn’t stand for that. Had she been given the chance to follow his urging and seek out a few frogs, away from Mapleblaze, she would have laid out a lecture focused on not caring what big stinky thinks. This desire was only doubled by Rabiclaw’s little speech about showing respect just cus’ that’s how it’s done. Seriously, girlfriend? He needed some backbone, in her overzealous opinion. But, oh-so unfortunately, that conversation was side-stepped aggressively. Suddenly there was mr. big towering over the two of them like brute strength was the reigning god in the wild. Didn’t ruffle her fur one bit, she would later tell her littermates. Although, witnesses might have seen her hackles rise a little. Only one rebuttal was actually directed at her, although the content seemed aimed more at cutting Rabitclaw’s ankles. This tactic did not sit well with the straight-shooter Copperpaw one bit. To top it off Mapleblaze seemed all too ready to continue commanding her mentor as if he was some sort of deputy. And, well, she opened her mouth very promptly to make her answer to that well-known.
“You can’t teach respect. It’s earned, plain and simple you dawdling sack of stones.” The little cat very pointedly shoved her nose at his chest, making it clear that Mapleblaze hadn’t earned nothing yet. “And I certainly won’t learn fox-dung from you. Can’t even respect the role of mentor.” She huffed at this. It was a loud and sharp sound, as if she was dismissing the conversation all on her own some. Deciding that was that, and knowing her real mentor had given her a direction, Copperpaw then turned –if Mapleblaze didn’t stop her- and started to head towards the hunting spot Rabbitclaw had pointed out [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[newclass=.bsmain]width:400px;background-color:#fbfbfb;padding:20px;border:solid 1px #eee;[/newclass] [newclass=.bsimg]width:400px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/q9YGMzU.png');height:200px;border-bottom:solid #333 10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bslyric]font-size:20px;color:#333;font-family:georgia;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:left;padding:10px;line-height:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bslmarg]margin-top:71px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bslmarg span]font-size:38px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bsltmarg]margin-top:-5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bsbody]font-size:10px;color:#333;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;padding:20px;line-height:20px;[/newclass] [newclass=.bsbody span]font-size:9px;text-align:center;line-height:20px;opacity:0.9;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by rabbitclaw on Jun 10, 2016 21:42:53 GMT -6
Of frogs and toads His heart sunk as the senior warrior failed to turn the other cheek. Rather then let him sneak off with his apprentice, and leave the poorly chosen words in the dust- Mapleblaze honed in on them. Rabbitclaw shrunk further, practically evaporating under the older, more fiercesome cat's harsh glare. Looking down at his paws, he winced and shook his head, his ears pinning back. Ugh, stars help him. He licked his lips and shook himself out, sparing a glance up as his words gathered in his throat- And then there was Copperpaw's voice again. A mix of dread and satisfaction stirred in his belly, but his face only showed utter mortification at the display! The expression faded quickly, replaced with a more stern, grumpy frown- but his inner distaste still lingered, strong as ever. Worse yet, part of him longed to agree with her. Respect could be earned- but.. there were two kinds, surely? Respect you showed out of need, and the other you privately felt. You couldn't mix them, surely? If you did the whole code could fall apart, the clans could fall into chaos. What if a young leader took over? With no 'respect' gained? What if, what if, what if- these thoughts swirled. Snapping himself out of his daze he turned his sharp eyes to Mapleblaze again and mouthed out 'Sorry!' as blatantly as possible, his tail tucked low as he turned to slink after his apprentice. " Copper-" He started, though his voice was hushed and wavering, followed with an uncertain glance at the large tom. "Copper you can't, talk to cats, like that- it's not, right," Came the stammered out mew. He could do his job better, Rabbit thought with disdain, if the older cat hadn't threatened to do it for him... or, threatened them at all. Mapleblaze was /huge/, and the last thing Rabbit wanted to do was disappoint or enrage the older tom. nette of gs |
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Post by mapleblaze on Jun 12, 2016 17:29:52 GMT -6
THEY DON'T KNOW
WHERE WE'VE BEEN
WE'VE GOT THAT CONCRETE STREET-SKIN
Eyes burning like embers lingered on his two patrol mates, especially focused on the insubordinate young apprentice in front of him. He rolled his thick, earthly hued and ruggedly furred shoulders and drew in a deep, heavy breath of air into his longs. The moist air was less then invigorating, but he shook off the anger and frustration that wanted to cling to him.
"Copperpaw, such a statement is far more mousebrained then you could understand," He meowed evenly as the splotched molly wandered off to the side. "You grow up in a clan guarded by your elder, more senior warriors. Your mother and yourself as a kitten were fed by myself and my comrads. The respect you seem to lack should already be there, grown between your arrogant little ears."
Rather then let her and her spineless mentor slink off, he stood and pulled himself to his large, rounded and tufted paws, pillars trembling under the weight of his form. He followed them with a rumble resembling a growl, though not quite- he couldn't quite growl or snarl at his clanmates. He was no hypocrite.
"And cats can lose respect, as your mentor has if he believes it's appropriate to think you can behave in such ways. Stop being so kittish, you're over six moons old. You're a warrior and you should know by now to act like it!" His voice had almost become a bellow, the low tone like thunder in it's rumbling and rolling sounds.
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