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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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On the Great Rock (leaders + fill-ins)
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Post by applestar on Jun 19, 2016 9:39:10 GMT -6
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■ pillow talk great rock
After his stylish arrival the giant ginger had promptly made his way to the Great Rock at the center of the clearing. He would have loved to join his mate with the gathered cats below, swapping tales of heroism and bragging about his scars. Or perhaps he could have butted in on the apprentices and teased them about their upcoming assessments. But he knew his old bones would have difficulty climbing the large stone. The prideful tom wanted to make it to the top before Boarstar could see him struggle.
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As expected, the leap was a bit of a push for Applestar. At the age of most elders, if not beyond, he just didn’t have the youthful energy of body to keep up with demands of a warrior. Thankfully his mind was still as childishly energetic as always. He was able to goad himself into pushing his limbs just enough to make it. Once at the top, though, he had little choice but to groan at the multitude of bruises and creaks his old hide was now complaining about.
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A distraction from his misfortune came in the guise of ShadowClan. They marched into the clearing as one and he was pleased to see that their skin wasn’t clinging sickly to their hides. As much as he hated allowing them a portion of WindClan territory, they needed their allies in fighting shape. Specially tonight…
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“Boarstar,” grunted Applestar in greeting. “lookin’ as fit as an apprentice. How do you do it?” He gave a teasing wink and flopped to his side, legs sprawled out to his right as his forepaws stretched towards the front of the rock.
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Post by rookstar on Jun 20, 2016 16:01:59 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 317 NOTES too cool | thoughts \\ spoken
Even with the moon’s full silver light bathing his back in grey Rookstar could not summon together all the remaining ThunderClan cats. Spread out as they were in WindClan and ShadowClan it would be an unnecessary and overcomplicated burden. Why not gather them all in a single clan? Simple. A single clan could not support his weak, his injured, his young, his old, and sickly. They didn’t have the territory or the means to take on a whole other clan.
A more mature and confident leader would have managed to keep their clan connected while distant. Rookstar was not this. Sure, he had made grand speeches in plenty at every gathering since the destruction of his clan, but nothing could come from them. He was a loud-mouth youth that few ThunderClanners had ever supported, even when the clan was whole. That would never change.
So he’d allowed Boarstar to call the patrol names for both ShadowClan and ThunderClan. He allowed his cats to be led to the gathering in her wake, instead of his. He’d even allowed Applestar the same privileges. But now that his clan was united beneath the four oaks he would make sure they knew who was in charge.
Using his younger age to his advantage, Rookstar pettily shot out ahead of Boarstar as she headed towards the Great Rock. He flung himself up it, ignoring any trace of elegance. Panting, but triumphant, the hot-headed fool then made a point to position himself so that he was at the center and closest to the front. Success was his.
“Ey Applestar, lookin’ dirt old. Don’t got enough rest, or what?” Contrary to how it sounded, the greeting was actually meant to be entirely friendly in a bros sort of way. It probably failed miserably. “Me? Ah, fool. You’ll have to wait like the rest. Got some good news, though. Cat, will you like it.”
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Post by boarstar on Jun 26, 2016 18:48:10 GMT -6
Ugh, this wasn't the first gathering Boarstar had cursed her age. Her legs was stiff and it was difficult to haul her bulk up onto the boulders- and when she did, she was hissing short breaths through her teeth. Sooner or later, a new deputy would have to be approved, because the aged leader wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be making these journeys. One broad ear flicked at the old loaf's voice, and a barking laugh escaped her. "It's all Cuckoopoppy, he keeps me young," She answered, nose wrinkling back with a glance down at the felines gathered below. Her Medicine cat's warning still rang and she wasn't sure what to make of it. She knew she wasn't announcing it tonight, that was certain, but she couldn't keep it between her and Rookstar forever. Since her first days of leadership Cuckoopoppy had been spewing prophecies, or so it seemed- and while many never saw daylight, a few did. "Your warriors look well," She commented after a moment and a quizzical glance at Rookstar. What news could HE possibly have?? Nothing had happened! He didn't even have a clan for things to happen IN! Still, she said nothing to him, only gave him a warning glare. He oughtta think twice before starting trouble. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by applestar on Jun 29, 2016 12:56:41 GMT -6
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The old, fluffball of a leader had allowed himself to get the tiniest bit spooked by Rookstar’s sudden arrival. He hadn’t expected the younger male to shove himself so abruptly onto the stone. A row of disrupted fur stood up at the base of his tail, and he had to give it a few licks to pin it back down again. Despite his initial reaction, however, Applestar actually didn’t mind the bugger of a leader. Rookstar reminded him a great deal of his own warrior years, although he’d like to argue he was a fair bit more intimidating himself.
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Applestar grunted, and swung a half-hearted swipe at Rookstar’s head. “Who you calling old, pipsqueak? I got more life left in me than you’ve got mouse-tails,” he mewed with a smile. “And if you’re so bursting with news then why don’t you start us out? You’ve got my interest, and I’m sure Boarstar wouldn’t mind catching her breath.” The large tom winked at his ShadowClan rival, continuing their thus-far playful atmosphere in the hopes that the trio could, for once, keep things entirely civil. He didn’t want to mention the elephant in the room, but so far The Alliance’s little troop hadn’t arrived yet. Maybe, just maybe, the clans could get through one moon without bloodshed and strife.
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Post by rookstar on Jul 1, 2016 15:18:00 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 250 NOTES too cool | thoughts \\ spoken
Ah, so the old coot was still spry enough in spirit to toss a few teasing remarks. This fact comforted Rookstar, even more so than he rationally understood. Applestar and Boarstar had been recognizable leading figures for moons upon moons, and then some. With the forest so drastically altered their familiar presence was a lifeline to the past. If they were to die he subconsciously assumed that all chance of stability would be lost.
Of course, in the moment Rookstar wasn’t quite so sensible. Instead his focus was on ducking the ginger paw, and a growing indignation at Applestar’s insinuation. “Missing mouse-tails, huh? You callin’ me short, old cat? You’re only tall cause yo’ mamma got in the nest with a twoleg. And least I’m not so fat I get stuck in Mothermouth.” He paused, then, and tossed Boarstar’s warning glare an unimpressed look of his own. Then yellow eyes returned on his target as his tail flicked dastardly behind. “Yeah, boy. I got you good. Should retire now, before you loose a life tryin’ to fight me.”
The whole thing had degraded into a nasty mess in a fairly predictable way. Hadn’t he just gotten into a similar fight with Moleshade? Nothing tweaked Rookstar’s nerves like being called short, and his maturity level just wasn’t up to par even on a night like the full moon. Still, granted Applestar didn’t try to retaliate, the young fool would give his tail one last flick before letting his temper slide away.
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Post by boarstar on Jul 4, 2016 21:03:39 GMT -6
She closed her eyes with a huff as the banter started. Rook had lost his temper earlier, in camp, and it hadn't been pretty. And now he was losing his temper here- or at least, winding up. Her ears flicked back and she hook her head for a moment before she straightened up. She squared herself to look over the gathered cats, clearing her throat in a rasping huff as Rookshade fell silent. " Why don't you start?" She mewed with a glance at the stocky little tom-cat. Hey, he was eager- and she was still trying to figure out if she should announce Cuckoopoppy's findings. The more time she could waste musing on it, the better. "I'm fine with speaking last. Does anyone-..." Her question trailed off as she spotted the RiverClan deputy down below. So, perhaps they wouldn't be speaking this time around. "Well, right. Speaking last." She muttered. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by applestar on Jul 8, 2016 10:44:36 GMT -6
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It didn’t really surprise Applestar when the short, little leader started spouting insults. If anything the old leader just felt a little guilty. Of course he should have known it’d only take one comment to send Rookstar off his rocker. It was stupid to push him especially under a full moon. Knowing from experience that nothing the other cat said was really meant personally he just sat back and enjoyed the creative little remarks. And they really were creative, it was almost impressive.
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As soon as Rookstar turned his back Applestar rolled his eyes Boarstar in a childish manner. He knew that she knew what he knew. If only good ol’ Robinstar had had the sense to put away her pride and pick someone already prepared for the job.
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Applestar didn’t share these thoughts aloud, though, and instead only nodded to give Rookstar the go-ahead to speak first. The less the old tom said the better, at this point. Give the young cat his temporary victory while personally taking the high road. Seemed like something a wise old cat should do.
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Post by rookstar on Jul 9, 2016 13:55:13 GMT -6
THUNDERCLAN's ANNOUCEMENT
▼ 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 519 NOTES tc annoucement | thoughts \\ spoken
Oh the stars themselves should have been thankful for Applestar’s lack of retaliation. It was the only means for getting Rookstar to release his indignation at having been even remotely insinuated as short. Again his plush, black and white tail flicked upon the stone’s cold surface as he let the agitation leave him. It was a feat in and of itself that the little leader didn’t storm off in a huff to pout. At least he had the sense to try to suck it up. Key word, try.
Boartstar’s go-ahead was welcome, but unnecessary. Being the first to go would, in Rookstar’s mind, assert himself as being “on top.” Not that order had ever meant anything. To him, though, it meant the world. So he fluffed up his chest, pulled his shoulders down and back, and have his head a regal tilt up. Big, white paws clung to the edge of the rock and beneath him a mass of cats chattered. They would likely hush, however, as they saw his movements.
“Eah, Eah quiet er’erbody!” His lazy vernacular cut into the softening din of voices. “Les’ get this thang started, ah’ight?” Rookstar would wait a moment, allowing the silence to become complete. During which the young leader jutted his lower jaw out and fussed with his mouth as if he was chewing something, or cleaning his teeth with his tongue. It was all a show of bravado, of course.
Finally the crowd was truly silent and he began. “Thunder’s been doin’ fine. Stuck in the marsh and moors, o’course, but ain’t nothin’ wrong wif that. Thankful to our hosts, WindClan and, uh, ShadowClan. Wouldn’t be ‘ere wifout them.” For the first time in nearly a full moon Rookstar gave a semi-respectful nod in the direction of the other two leaders.
“Now, I don’t want none of this goin’ mixed business. We’re Thunders all the way, ah’ight? I said it before, an’ I say it again. Only way dis clan gonna survive is if we stick together. ‘Member who you are, and where you came from. Loosin’ touch wif your clan is a no-go.” A stiff frown and slow head-shake followed the statement to make it clear he meant it. As if, somehow, he still had some authority to enforce it.
“Right, an’ furthermore, I is gonna be pickin’ a deputy. Not now, course, but soon ‘nuff. So get your wits about you. Our hosts have, ah, been gracious ‘nuff to let us pass between the borders as we wants. Gots to keep in contact. So use it.” This last bit he actually hadn’t discussed, in the least, with Boarstar and Applestar. But he’d let them be the big ol’ meanies who said no. Far as he was concerned, his job was solely to keep ThunderClan together. Diplomacy took a back seat, as always.
“Yeah, yeah? So yeah, thas’ it. Next gathern’ I be announcin’ a meet-up. Think where we should have it, and keep lookin’ out for each other. Peace.” With that Rookstar stepped back a few paces and settled to the left of whoever would be announcing next.
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Post by lambaste on Jul 10, 2016 17:02:17 GMT -6
THE ALLIANCE'S ANNOUCEMENT
▼  Wise man's fears He didn’t wait for their answer. Legs tightened, muscles prepared, balance adjusted. A spring, light and limber. Up he was, at the top in only a tail-shake. Where Rookstar had once stood, stepping aside for Applestar, Lambaste flitted in. The space was always meant for him, just him, or so it would seem, really. Regal tail dappled in brown waved for space, letting the others know not to approach. This was his light. It was his time. Mangle wouldn’t take it this time. Lambaste would turn his back to the leaders, not afraid of their attack. He was cocky. It showed. But they would not hurt him, not with his gang. Not with their followers blocked from saving them. They would all perish before his head hit the stone. He bowed his head coyly. “Thank you, thank you! I am honored to stand before such legendary cats. No, I am not Mangle’s replacement. You may remember him? He visited these soirees in the past. Well, no matter. I am pleased to come in his stead. But I assure you, I will be far more civil and peaceful. Case in point, as I have already made note of, we have brought you all the gift of a feast. There should be plenty to share. Do go ahead.”
Lambaste would strut before the social function, holding his head like royalty and flicking the tip of his tail. He appeared every bit the king-to-be. Haughty, entitled, unaware of the people’s true feelings and needs, and untouchable. These traits would surely gain disgust from some, if not most, of the cats gathered below. But he didn’t care. No snarl or sneer would sway his swagger. He was he, and if they didn’t like it then they had a problem. “Do you normally say something, some announcement thing? I do think I remember such a ritual, no? Well then. As I am a busy fellow, I will keep this brief.” He took a second to lick his paw and run it over an ear. “My lovely family, those who you see here and more, are taking up residence nearby. Now, we know things have not been all that convenient for your kind as of late. I am here to extend an olive branch. That is, to offer peace. I don’t see why we all can’t settle our differences and be friends, really now.
“So, if you accept my preposition, I would be like to meet the representatives of your clans in a quarter of a moon by the river. Let’s say, oh, those perfect rocks for laying in the sun. You know the ones? Do be honorable and bring but the smallest party. This is not for war, after all. But I will take your lead in all things, of course, of course. If you intend to fight, well, I will graciously meet you halfway. Sounds fair?”He would look at the leaders briefly before nodding to himself in confirmation. “Of course you agree.” Proud man's fall MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by boarstar on Jul 21, 2016 22:18:54 GMT -6
What a skunk! Rookstar just... took that liberty? Boarstar's fur puffed out in indignation as he simply... buried, her authority. Considering the danger the Alliance and other rogues posed to lone cats, Boarstar had to scoff under her breath! What a horrible idea! She could just imagine what could happen if those nasty cats figured out their warriors, their apprentices, might be traveling back and forth without proper patrols! I'd be a disaster! But Boarstar had warned her cats to heed the truce, and she couldn't just up and break her own word. Certainly 'correcting' Rookstar's authority would just start a fight. She turned to watch the ginger leader take his place... only for a flash of brown and stripe leap up to close the gap and pose in the space instead. Her gaze snapped to Lambaste's form, and immediately Boarstar clambered to her paws. It was lucky for her and him that before she lunged at him she caught a glimpse of movement down below. Spotting more Alliance cats, and smelling the prey they brought with them, Boarstar forced her paws to stay in-place. Let him talk. Every word he said went in one ear and she let it out the other. He was a liar, surely? A rogue, a nobody, a dangerous enemy. When the Mangle he mentioned had visited, he'd done nothing but Mock her and her grieving companions, and now this one came? And dared to try to 'extend' peace in the same breath he announced he would be keeping his group's ill-taken territory? Boarstar's disgust was plain on her face as she glared at him. She didn't even try to hide it- from the twitch to her lips or the curling of her whiskers. Even the food he offered, singing it's songs to her rumbling belly and gaunt features, was not enough to out-stink her distrust of the tom in front of her. Of course, she'd have to send representatives, wouldn't she? It's not like she could upturn her nose to even the slightest chance that the fighting could stop, the land be returned. But she didn't have to like it. No no. "ShadowClan will be there." Boarstar spat out at the tom, animosity dripping from her tone, "But we will come with as many as we like. Your cats are not known for their honor."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by applestar on Jul 23, 2016 10:09:16 GMT -6
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Applestar’s yellow, indignant gaze sought to catch Boarstar’s before he allowed a dark scowl to sit ready to pounce. Ginger fur stood on end and a thick tail grew even thicker. It was clear that the large brute was just about ready to give someone a piece of his mind, and Lambaste hadn’t even shown up yet at that point. What was Rookstar thinking?
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Mouth opened, closed, and opened again as he fought against the urge to assert his authority with Viking-like vengeance. Allow cats to travel between the clans at will? Well, he wasn’t too sure where he stood on it, but he was certain that he’d like a chance to talk it over with Clover and Storm before making any decisions. The worst case scenario was this other-clan hotshot acting like he ruled them all.
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Thankfully for the gathering’s peace, Applestar managed to catch sight of Clovertail. Whatever he saw in her usually calming gaze was what he needed. The big tom shook his head and started to move in front when suddenly a dash of white and brown took the spot. “Who..?”
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The cat spoke, making their position clear and their intentions oddly peaceful. Unlike Boarstar Applestar wasn’t as quick to distrust. Sure, he hated the Alliance with a passion, but he always fell too easily for the “little guys.” And peace would solve some issues, at the least. Then again, what he really wanted was to smash the Alliance to smithereens and reclaim all the lost territory. Being their friends definitely wouldn’t accomplish that.
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He waited for Boarstar to respond first, and used the time to pull himself up to his full height. Applestar was already a big cat, and with his fur on-edge and his neck held up at an angle he looked massive beyond compare. He wanted this outsider to know that warriors or not, Applestar could demolish him on his very own.
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“I’ll show up sure ‘nuff, but don’t suspect me to roll over for slaughter. Got enough blood on those claws, lad. Far too much. ‘Bout time we did somethin’ about it.” Although he hadn’t had time to give his announcement, Applestar was uneasy about the usually Alliance not being present. He worried that it could be a trap meant to keep them talking while those at home were…
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Suddenly the massive cat spoke again, “Boarstar, Rook…star let’s call this a night. Somethin’ ain’t right with this prim bugger strutting and what not. Suppose I can give ya’ a visit before this meeting thing, make sure we’re on the same thoughts. Till then, keep safe. Be wary.” He gave the ShadowClan leader a respectful short nod, and the ThunderClan leader a steely glare, before slipping off the rock –boy did it hurt his back these days- and lifting his tail to summon his cats home. “WindClan! We’re Leavin’! Grab this… gift if ya want, but don’t eat it till we get home, right? Not one bite. Tawny’ll need to look after it first.” Applestar himself didn’t grab a single mouse.
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