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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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NEWS
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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A gift for you, my love (open)
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Post by moleshade on Jun 3, 2016 22:03:16 GMT -6
a gift for you, my love
On light pawsteps, with silent strides, the dark-pelted tomcat slipped through camp. In his mouth he carried a stick, and at one edge, a chunk of mud, moss, leaves, and nasty little critters. It'd taken forever to find them, and even longer to get this far.
Checking left and right, he stalked into the warrior's den. His eyes narrowed and ears swiveled, but it was mostly empty. Behind him, he suspected nobody had seen him, or at least nobody knew what he was up to.
Carefully stepping over nests of moss, and carefully positioning the edge of the stick away from them, he made his way over to a familiar nest. Sableface and Dapplecrow's nest- but he knew for a fact which one had been up half the night on guard, and he knew who would be coming to nap first.
He'd show her! Make a fool of him, will she? Ha! Watch her deal with this. He snickered and his whiskers quivered in excitement. He'd have to hang around so he could see it.
Leaning forward, he stuck the stick and the swirling nest of nasty, biting ants into the piles of moss. Then he danced back, a triumphant grin crossing his muzzle. Mapleshade turned and pranced towards the exit- freezing when he noticed a silhouette passing outside.
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Post by sableface on Jun 18, 2016 10:30:02 GMT -6
a gift for you, my love
Stars was she EXHAUSTED. Sableface had spent most of the night, her time spent guarding her camp, perched stiffly and nobly near the entrance of the camp. She was a fantastic guard, Sableface knew that fact well- a guard, a sentry, a lookout. Nothing escaped her harsh, keen gaze... even when she was exhausted. Even when she was bored or sick of the job, she still seemed to get stuck with it.
Now her lovely, silken form was stalking across the ShadowClan camp. Her paws were heavy and her eyes heavier, and now the relative warmth of the leaffall sun was lulling her into drowsiness. She couldn't wait to collapse into the welcoming grasp of her nest, to drift off to sleep with the cushion around her, with the warmth of her nest and a possible warm pelt beside her, if Dapplecrow chose to join her.
But she froze when she stepped into the entrance of the den and a pair of very guilty eyes met her own burning gaze. Sable's hackles rose immediately, the sleepiness slapped away and replaced with suspicion and caution. "Moleshade," The she-cat growled in a low voice, her ears flicking back. What was he doing near her nest? Didn't he have to be on patrol, or something?
"What are you doing?"
This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors moleshade @anyone nette of gs
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Post by moleshade on Jun 23, 2016 8:17:33 GMT -6
a gift for you, my love
DUNG His ears went flat and the tom went stiff as a board, eyes wide and fixed on the figure in front of him. His face must have been just the very definition of guilt-
"Nothing!" He blurted out, tail beginning a constant flicking as his heart raced and leaped up into his throat. The lump it created made it hard to breath and swallow and he found himself shuffling to the side, trying to edge around the tuxedo she-cat towards the exit of the den. "I haven't done anything! Why would you think that? Rot off!"
He was well aware of the shrill pitch to his voice and the sleeping warriors stirring around him, and immediately his paws began to prickle and he could feel heat under his pelt. Ohhhh no. See, now cats were going to know he did this, and, and Boarstar was going to hear about this. Why why why?
"I was just checking to see /you/ didn't steal the frog Dapple said she left me, it's not there anymore. Thought maybe you took it-" He went on, pausing now at the exit and shaking his head. "But I see you didn't take it so I'll be leaving now, sleep well, and uh- yeah."
And with that, he turned to leave.
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Post by sableface on Jun 25, 2016 19:16:21 GMT -6
a gift for you, my love
Bright, distrustful eyes remained fixed on the gangly tom, shoulders stiff and fluffed out hackles still hunched over as he began to slyly pick his way around her. Surely she noticed his strange behavior, he was practically announcing his guilt with his cute little "Nothing!", but hey- let him think he had her fooled.
She took a deep breath but her harsh glare didn't soften. The long-haired molly gave a short nod of her head, delicate mittens picking across the den floor. As he circled towards the ray of sunlight that marked the exit, she circled towards the inviting nest waiting for her a few tail-lengths off. How lovely it would be to just curl up. But no, Mole was here, practically demanding her attention. What had he done? What had he planned to do? The questions swirled at the back of her head.
"Haven't you been up all day? Why would Dapplecrow leave you one?" She snapped at him, pausing with her paws just at the edge of her moss. Her eyes were still narrowed and fixed on him when she folded her legs and sat on her bed, plopping down and immediately curling her whispy tail around her paws.
Moments later she realized her mistake as several sharp pains stabbed her legs and backside. The she-cat let out a screech, the shrilly noise painfully loud to her own ears as she lurched forward and twisted to nip at the ant-ridden fur along her haunches. She couldn't even think or put together the little buggers, why they were in her bed- what? Why? Ants? How? Who?
Wait a SECOND.
Mid-thrash, with moss scattered all around, thrown onto sleeping clanmates and nests utterly destroyed, Sableface paused. Her pretty features scrunched together in concentration and realization came to her swift as dawn's light.
This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors moleshade @anyone nette of gs
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Post by moleshade on Jul 3, 2016 14:10:58 GMT -6
a gift for you, my love
He meant to leave, to turn and saunter right out of that den- but golly, she was just, she was moving towards the mossy nest, and dangit he wanted to see it! There was no time to pretend he was going to lay down and nap, so instead he lingered right at the entrance. He couldn't help that his fur was all puffed out and risen up, tail flicking with excitement as she plopped down.
He didn't even answer her, only narrowed his eyes as she started to twitch, and then, and then she was writhing.
Moleshade couldn't help but cackle, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his tail lashed and he backed out of the den. He couldn't believe it! Couldn't believe she hadn't smelled them, or seen them! Or, or somehow sensed them! It was incredible, honestly! Delight bloomed in his chest, heating his fur- but it didn't last long.
Just as soon as she started she stopped, her eyes turned his eye- and the tom's veins iced over. Oh dung. ""You should get that checked out, bye! He called as he turned, scuffling in the dirt as his tail tucked between his legs and he bolted for the camp exit. He had to clear out before she came after him, cause he wasn't too sure he'd survive the aftermath of his little prank.
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Post by sableface on Jul 3, 2016 14:21:28 GMT -6
a gift for you, my love
Oh no, oh no he wasn't getting away with this!
She scrambled to her paws, once beautiful and perfectly groomed fur now standing up in wisps. Covered in dirt, junk and moss, the wispy strands tangled disobediently around her. She knew as she stood and steadied herself that she must look hideous. She'd never allow herself to look like this, not even during a battle did she get this mussed. Moleshade was going to PAY.
Despite the stinging up and down her hind legs, the ache from the bites already fading, she bolted after him. Sable knew from experience she was faster then him, could run longer then him, and her heart broke into a race, thudding in her ears as she practically flew across the camp.
She ran directly for him, and as she neared and the two came close to the camp entrance she leaped, kicking off with powerful hind legs as she tried to tackle him. She had claws out, teeth bared, fully prepared to give him a few nicks (or at least rub his face in the dirt, that'd be pretty fun).
Either way, she hoped to send the two tumbling across the ground.
This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors moleshade @anyone nette of gs
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