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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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Post by lambaste on Jun 19, 2016 21:18:32 GMT -6
 Wise man's fears It wasn’t necessarily a brilliant day outside, rather overcast really; however, the sun shined through for a few brief moments. Lambaste chose a spot, in that perfect little clearing where RiverClan’s scent was already growing faint. It gave them lovely shade when the sun was actually shining. He sauntered out of the reinforced root hut with all the swagger of a king. The ground was still wet, nearly soaked through. No surprise there. Soon the rain would become snow. Up one branch he would climb, not daring try any higher. Slick bark made paws like his clumsy and uncertain. He didn’t want the others to see that weakness. There on that perch the wood was torn and slotted. Countless claws must have sundered the thin bark. He reveled in the feeling of being in a place of power, a place where clan cats climbed to be above. Not that he knew what that spot was used for, but it made sense. Now, how to call his gang’s attention? He’d never really addressed them all at once, even when Battle attacked him while visiting the old, rotten den Mangle called home. Well, there was his panicked cry of shock. It wasn’t really befitting of a cat of his… standing. Besides, the goal was to empower them; they needed to feel embolden to fulfill his plans. “Everyone! As I’ve mentioned to a few of you prior, I have a particularly important announcement to make. If you’d please gather together, and grab any sleeping tails, I’d appreciate your attention. Thank you, my friends, for sticking close to the clearing in wait.” He added he last bit, referencing how he’d recently asked those who were living outside of the clan camp to be present for an announcement, to highlight the importance of their cooperation. “I promise you this will be worth your time and loyalty.”[ Important to know: Mangle allowed any cat to live in the territories taken over by The Alliance. Lambaste’s gang moved in recently, after the battle took place, and is the largest grouped bunch of Alliance cats in the RiverClan area. His members live mostly in the old RiverClan camp, although some of them might live in their own private dens across the territory. Prior to this post it’s assumed that he contacted those living farther away in order to ask them to come just for this meeting.
This takes place BEFORE the gathering. No posting order.]Proud man's fall MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by shatter on Jun 20, 2016 16:32:30 GMT -6
 A big, nasty gob of something wet broke on top of the sleeping cat’s striped head. Immediately she jolted awake, sitting up in the small, reed den. Water dripped down her muzzle. Apparently it had rained earlier, and a small puddle had settled onto the flimsy roof. When the weight became too much it slipped off and splattered her. What a wonderful way to wake up.
Already in a foul mood, the large she-cat shook her fur out, not bothering to clean it, and padded into the soaked clearing. Bits of grass and feathers clung to the brown hairs, and mud coated her legs from a previous excursion. She really was a sorry mess. But, perhaps, it only added to her intimidation factor.
From the corner of her eye she spotted the lanky form of her brother stepping out of his own, more protected, nest. As he began to climb she took a step forward in worried bewilderment. What was the rot-brain doing?
Ah, understanding washed over her as he began to call together those of his group. She had known he was brewing some devious plot in that head of his, but it was high time that she and the others got in on it. The sooner they knew, the sooner they could help. Well, more pointedly help. Shatter had always been aiding him, even when her movements were unknown to the tom.
She took a seat beneath the tree.
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Post by wither on Jun 21, 2016 14:20:44 GMT -6
 Wise man's fears The prey wasn’t the problem, it was filling enough, but Wither continued to shred the colorful bird’s remains in an almost absent-minded way. Its small, blue feathers were already drenched from the previous storm. His own pelt was soaked from the belly down. Not a comfortable feeling, being soaked. It would be easy to assume it was the weather, then, that had him taking out frustration on the carcass, but it wasn’t that either. Truth be told even Wither wasn’t conscious of his mood. Lambaste’s commanding call had the tense-faced crow looking up in mild interest. He heaved a short sigh, and gathered his paws beneath him. Shatter had already seated herself beneath the tree, and he could hear the wrestling of another cat; perhaps they were coming from outside the camp. What he didn’t see was, perhaps, more troublesome. Blister hadn’t risen yet. He released a breath of mild agitation, closing his eyes and ducking his chin. Then, deciding he had no other choice, Wither traversed the open space to where the larger warrior was still sleeping. Two prods to Blister’s shoulder should do it, he assumed. "Meeting," was all that Wither would clarify. After administering the antidote he took his leave and settled at Shatter’s right. Behind him the large, dumb brute was finally getting out of his nest. Proud man's fall MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by lambaste on Jun 22, 2016 17:44:24 GMT -6
Wise man's fears They didn’t really run to his beck and call, but herding cats had never been considered easy. One by one pelts of all colors filtered into the large, sheltered clearing. Around the tree they formed a loose half-circle, most choosing to stay fairly distant from each other, other than his family. Finally the group seemed to settle, they were ready. He made them wait. It was the drama of it, and the control, that had Lambaste coyly sitting before his followers with his eyes on the horizon. At first they assumed he was waiting, then they questioned his mental awareness, and when that past they began to grow antsy. Murmured questions flew around the clearing as those he had summoned began to guess at just why they were there, and what was so important. And it was then that he knew they were ready. “Friends, family, and allies.” Began the tom in a slow, but generous mew. “Your bellies are full and your wounds healed. For moons we have rested here, no, for moons we have thrived. This territory, this new start, is everything we dreamed and more. Even with Winter coming we know we will only continue to grow stronger! When has any crow ever known such security? When have any of us? Together, here, we will never know starvation. Together we will never fall prey to rank-predators. Together we can overcome our enemies and stake our claim as a force to be respected, a force to be feared!” He made a very purposeful pause, allowing the crowd to cheer or react as they will. They deserved to rejoice in their success, and he only intended to stoke such feelings. Before the calls could calm down, however, he motioned with his paw for immediate silence. “But we cannot grow complacent! These clan cats have proven to be persistent. Their numbers outweigh ours. We have more fire, more drive in our hearts, for we have seen just how cruel failure is, but they can overtake us. And they will try.”Lambaste allowed the thought to sink in before continuing. “We must act now. We cannot risk waiting for Mangle’s order. Do you see him here? Do you see him living among us? He does not know our danger, he can’t sense the threat that lays so far from his own den. Continue to follow me, and I will make sure these clans know our power. I will make them tremble before us!” As the make-shift leader’s announcement came to a close his voice rang loud and clear within the clearing’s green walls. There would be no mistaking his meaning, or his passion for the cause. Proud man's fall MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by shatter on Jul 1, 2016 17:17:12 GMT -6
As the smaller, young crow sat beside her Shatter offered Wither a welcoming blink, moving her tail to the opposite side to give him more room. She was rather fond of the tom, in a motherly way, and the farther they traveled from Mangle’s headquarters the easier it was for her to show it. But fondness was a weakness, and one she would not allow persist if it put her goals, or her brother’s, in danger. Then silence. Nothing. White noise of the river was all that met her ears as the gathered cats waited in confusion. She felt the others grow tense, nervous even, but she resisted. Shatter knew her brother’s mind, and drama was his maiden name. At last he spoke and as his bold words wrapped around the clearing she found herself falling into their trap all too easily. She cheered at the right moments and pledged her loyalty to him and their group, loudly chanting, “For Lambaste! For us all! For Lambaste! For us all!” All personal qualms and thoughts were pushed aside. Her only path was to see him succeed. spoken / thoughts
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Post by torment on Jul 2, 2016 22:43:50 GMT -6
Torment was late to the party. He'd heard about it, of course- but you see, you see he'd caught this really great vole. It'd been delicious and juicy, practically overflowing with flavor- flavor you just didn't get eating twoleg scraps. I'd been his first good meal in several days. It'd been a bellyfull, and before he'd known it he'd been snoozing. How could he resist? After all, the sun had been warm, the leaflitter was soft, his entire body was warm and happy. He just couldn't help it- and then before he knew it he was up, and judging by the sun, he was so late. He could hear Lambaste's voice as he trotted near, but he only caught the very end of the tabby's speech. He stumbled from the undergrowth as his big paws caught on a root, but he quickly caught himself and moved to sit at the back of the little assembly. Before he'd even gotten comfortable Shatter was cheering. He didn't even know why, exactly. He could assume his leader had given some super smart speech, though, and that was good enough for him! "For Lambaste, for us all!" He joined in, his own deep voice bellowing across the crowd. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by wither on Jul 8, 2016 11:47:43 GMT -6
Wise man's fears It wasn’t that he didn’t agree really, more so that he thought the whole speech was a verbose explanation meant only to rile their spirits towards a common cause and nothing more per se. It worked. At least, according to the volatile crowd. Wither joined easily enough into the righteous calls for their group’s purpose as it was defined. Critical as he may be he did still feel aligned with their leader. “For Lambaste! For us all! For Lambaste! For us all!” He chanted so that his noticeably younger voice joined the repeating call. Like the others it was all he was prepared to say and felt right to say. That didn’t stop his mind from crunching the speech into its finer details as the crowd continued its now dwindling vocalization. Wither did consider the points to be not bad. Mangle was absent from their daily lives now that they had moved to the river’s edge. More so, Mangle’s way of life was entirely corrupt from Wither’s experienced point of view. He had suffered in great amounts as a crow. His back still carried its scars. Proud man's fall MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by lambaste on Jul 8, 2016 18:31:16 GMT -6
Wise man's fears There was more. He would wait for the crowd to grow quiet. He would wait until their ears turned upwards in nothing less than interest and suspense. He would wait. When their voices were forgotten by the river’s ever present gurgling Lambaste raised his tail as if to gather their every attention. “To defeat our enemy we must know our enemy.” The concise statement rested undisturbed upon the gathering of cats. He let it sit. Then he would speak again. “And they must know nothing of us. It is how their first two camps were gained, and it is how we will overcome their numbers.” A few cries would likely rise from the crowd, perhaps arguing that their strength alone could overtake a clan, or maybe agreeing with his sentiments. He allowed this. The group’s energy needed to be high. High enough to carry into the coming moons. When they were done he let his voice carry their worries away. “Those of you who are skilled in deception, or who possess such charms that others cannot help to fall into, will be charged with a mission. I require you to hone your skills and then set about in the group’s best interest. You must gather intelligence on the enemy. You must be unknown, yet know all. You must reveal nothing of us, nothing of what you are a part of, yet gain everything in return. And if you succeed you will be our heroes. You will be our mighty claws of justice. I will personally guarantee you a place by my side at the top, it will be my honor.”
Darkness clouded his voice as a new overtone overtook the clearing. His eyes became storms, daggers, death itself. “Failure is not an option. If our identity is revealed by your doing you will suffer the burden of this guilt, and I will be unable to protect you from the claws of your betrayed comrades. They will seek their just revenge. Your pelt will line our dens.” The threat sunk in. Yet it wasn’t just a threat, it was the truth. It was the reality of their group’s dynamics. Lambaste would make that clear. “If you wish to take on this mission speak now so I can know you who I put my faith into.”Proud man's fall MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by shatter on Jul 10, 2016 13:18:03 GMT -6
It was no pang of fear that spiked along Shatter’s spine at her brother’s words. No, she was thrilled. This plan was something, it would give them an edge on the clans and a foot into establishing themselves as more than an off-shoot of Mangle’s rotting den. Better yet, it was a task she would be particularly good at. As for failure? It was simply not in her blood. She had been tricking housecats since she was only a wee thing. Clan cats couldn’t possibly be any more of a challenge. But if someone else was to fail, if another in their group were to put them all at risk, she would certainly be one of the ones hunting them down. To this end her dark gaze swept around the group to give an unspoken clarification to Lambaste’s threat. She would be his muscle, his pawn, and his shield. With no hesitation the burly brown she-cat stood and held her tail aloft. Then in a clear, confident voice she said, “Count me in, brother.” spoken / thoughts
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Post by torment on Jul 18, 2016 23:53:43 GMT -6
His chest swelled as the cries of his companions faded off and were replaced by a tense silence, and Lambaste's words. Once more Torment was reminded of why he trusted his brother and friend. He found speaking like that so difficult. The words never came to him, and it seemed he always forgot something- but not Lambaste. He was like some all-knowing power right now, and Lambaste could almost /feel/ the smarts radiating off the tabby tom-cat. Unfortunately, Torment also knew he wasn't even close to what his brother needed. He just wasn't this- gather intelligence? Gain knowledge, yet keep his friends a secret? The tom knew he could fight fine, hunt fine, but he could NOT lie that well. Heck, a Clan cat would find him and he'd let it slip in his first conversation! His tail gave a few quivers and he slowly sunk to the ground, pulling his paws under his chest. He let the others volunteer, and instead just waited quietly for the meeting continue- a flick of his ears acknowledging Shatter's own willingness. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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