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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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can you feel the weight of it? (Ravenpaw)
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Post by boarstar on Jun 5, 2016 19:53:43 GMT -6
Boarstar As you pull on every ribbon You’ll find every secret it keeps The sound of the branches breaking under your feet, The smell of the falling and burning leaves, The bitterness of winter Or the sweetness of spring, You are an artist, And your heart is your masterpiece
And I’ll keep it safe + @ravenpaw
+blah + ok
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| Today was a nice day, in Boarstar's mind, even with the wind. The striped molly was standing at the edge of ShadowClan territory, paws almost brushing the thunderpath. Her striped fur buffeted and plastered to her skin thanks to the constant, angry winds that whipped through the open stretch of territory. On the other edge of the path was the broad oaks of ThunderClan territory, offering inviting refuge from the wind and cold- but she knew the truth about the dangers lurking there. On a colder day these winds would suck the warmth right out of you, stealing it from your skin and chilling you to the bone- but today was oddly warm, and the sun watched over the cats below with gentle, kind paws, in Boar's mind much like a mother cat curling around her kittens. The thought made her smile.
Blinking as that river of thought ran dry, the aged leader peered down at the other cat alongside her, flashing Ravenpaw a wide grin. "Welcome to what was once the ThunderClan border," She trilled, tail flicking low around her ankles. Though she tried to appear cheerful as she focused back on the monster path, her fur was high over her back and shoulders hunched forward. Guh, these memories.
A moment paused, and her eyes flicked from the path to him once more, narrowing quizzically. "What can you smell?" She questioned with a curious and prompting tilt of her head, followed by a wince as a steady throb of pain started to ebb down her neck. Guh, she was getting old.
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Post by ravenpaw on Jun 7, 2016 13:56:06 GMT -6
[attr="class","unstoppable"] [attr="class","unstoplyrics"]I am the ugly in every man And I am a victim of circumstance And I am another animal When I'm locked and loaded I'm Unstoppable [attr="class","unstopbody"]Form frail as a sapling’s trunk twisted under the weight of winter’s wrath was Ravenpaw buffeting by the wind. The ebony-hued dark black tom cat waited in the shadows that he matched like a long lost brother. Whiskers dipped in delicate ebony danced in the wind’s game. His heart knew, as if told by the stars before his birth, what that border was, and what it symbolized. While full consciousness of this may not of been his, who’s to say, he still perked at the threat like a waiting panther. At his leader’s authoritative command the youngest littermate of three bravely ventured the sensitive raised skin of his dark nose. He was drowned instantly in a bath of foul stink; acidic remedy of the Thunderpath burning his eyes into obliteration. He covered his nose in disgust and spat on the ground. Anger for the corrupted land boiled in his dark heart. Monsters were ruining his home and land, and beyond their metal-hides of death and destruction a more dreadful aroma instilled utter terror in all that knew it. “Those shit-heads, the Alliance,” he hissed, voice intoning the anger of all the dead who had been slain at their enemy’s bloody thirsty claws. A gruff grunt of clear disgust was it for what else he’d say on the subject. [attr="class","unstoptags"]218 ■ @bearstar ■ my enemies [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS [googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.unstoppable]width:360px;background:#2a2a2a;padding:40px;[/newclass] [newclass=.unstoppable img]opacity:0.9;max-width:100%;padding:15px;border:1px solid #666;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.unstoplyrics]font-family:Oswald;font-size:24px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#999;[/newclass] [newclass=.unstopbody]padding:45px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;line-height:14px;color:#9e9e9e;text-align:justify;margin-top:-20px;[/newclass] [newclass=.unstoptags]font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;margin-top:5px;color:#888;line-height:13px;text-align:center;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.unstoptags span]color:#9e5066;font-size:80%;[/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 boarstar on Jun 14, 2016 22:10:32 GMT -6
Boarstar As you pull on every ribbon You’ll find every secret it keeps The sound of the branches breaking under your feet, The smell of the falling and burning leaves, The bitterness of winter Or the sweetness of spring, You are an artist, And your heart is your masterpiece
And I’ll keep it safe + @ravenpaw
+blah + ok
+ nah
| One attentive eye remained trained on her young apprentice, her tail giving a couple flicks. Her gaze was nothing but expectant, gentle and prodding- but waiting for a response. When it came her eyes widened a touch and shifted to the Thunderpath again. A monster roared by- but her fur was already bristled. The animosity from the young tom was worrisome. She'd heard some of the young apprentices, or the kits, playing 'Alliance battle', but the level of ferocity here put her almost on edge. The kits and young cats didn't usually understand the seriousness of their games- but here was someone who clearly felt very strongly. She wasn't sure why it came as unexpected, perhaps she'd simply underestimated her apprentice, or was really inexperienced with such bad times. After all, she'd never trained an apprentice during a time like this. She wasn't even sure if there HAD been times like this. Certainly not?
But it was just a feeling. She shook herself and let out a breath, nodding her head at the tom. "Exactly. They don't really patrol, but I can definitely smell them from here," She explained in a soft voice, wincing as another monster rumbled on, buffeting her with wind and trying to suck her forward, into it's path. Her claws gripped the ground and she held fast. "They're very dangerous," She added once the monster was a good ways off, her eyes fixed on the tom again. "You should never visit this border alone. Ever. And never, ever cross it without a patrol, and my say so."
Her eyes narrowed, tone firm to drive her point home. It wasn't a suggestion, but rather an /order/. "It's dangerous, anyway, with the Thunderpath. If you don't pay attention, move too slow or too fast, they'll attack you. Sometimes they even come off the path, but it's not normal for that to happen. Still, be careful." Her voice trailed off into a soft sigh, her hackles lifting again. For a moment Boarstar merely stared ahead, blank, before she snapped to life once more.
"Right! Any questions?" She chirped, suddenly far more cheerful as she looked down to him, ears perked and tail slowly curling around her ankles. She couldn't hear any other monsters, no sounds in the air but the wind whistling through, and the rustling of the trees around them.
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