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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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'cause i'm a little unsteady (OPEN)
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Post by battle on Apr 8, 2016 14:02:58 GMT -6
'cause i'm a little unsteady Golden light shone through the peeling walls and the vacant windows, spreading across the usually dim space that was the main, open room of the old nest.
This room encompassed the couch, a pile of rubble and of course the maze of level branches that wrapped around half the room, coming to meet the old fridge. It was essentially the social room, or so Battle believed. Others liked to stay outside or wander the streets, but she liked it here.
Other cats lay soaking up the sun. The long beams of light cast across the splintered wood floor was a welcome invitation for the strays to gather, chat, and enjoy eachother's company. Many lay grooming one another, or simply laying and enjoying the warmth.
Battle, however, had something else on her mind. The guard hadn't eaten yet this morning- which meant only one thing. Time to go find some low cat to scrounge up some scraps for her.
The tall cat stood poised at the entrance, peering outside through the gap in the door that barred most twolegs from entering. Outside, the area of nest without walls, something kittypets called a 'porch', looked empty. Battle padded forward, slipping through the gap and stepping out into the morning sun. Wide eyes blinked as she turned her head left, right- looking out over the tall grass of the untended garden. Distantly, an empty thunderpath and more nests could be seen. A dog barked. It was a lovely morning.
Though Battle usually wouldn't leave Mangle's side, she was hungry and felt great. There was a spring to each step as she made her way down the steps and to the cracked stone path that lead to the thunderpath. She'd hardly gotten halfway through the garden when a soft crunch caught her attention. One large ear swiveled to the side as she turned her head, peering through the grass, but she couldn't quite see who it was.
So, she decided to have some fun.
Haunches curling under her, the large cat gave a simple hip-wiggle before launching herself forward, intending to bowl into and take whatever poor, unaware fool was there by surprise.
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novac
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Post by lambaste on Jun 6, 2016 17:42:58 GMT -6
Wise man's fears A cold rain fell. Grey, consuming, overpowering. Bleak was the landscape painted beneath. Barren dirt, discarded by green life, lay languid along the river. He stood in it. He was alone. He was nothing. His foot twitched, disturbing the yard. Anxiety plagued the heart making his dreams restless and numb. He would have lain in the desolate dirt. Lost in an empty room, no windows to look out, no time to watch. A waking attack jolted him. "ARrrghh!" Screeched Lambaste, body pressed into the yard by the guard. Battle. He knew her. He knew her strength, her position, and her place above. A place he coveted. Someday. He feared the situation for its worst. An attack to weaken him. An attempt to keep him from competing, to knock him down. The injured were easy prey for the crows. He would not fall! He whined a howl, a yowl cleaving the sunny day. Lifting his head to do so he hit it on a forgotten roof. A tire? Above? Right. He had forgotten where he had fallen asleep, unintentionally resting in the yard instead of safe inside. Who had he been waiting on? Whatever. They would pay for making him, HIM, wait. Lambaste waited on no one. Except Mangle. There was that. He was on his back still, struggling to get up. His littermates, his gang, would come soon. They'd stop her from defiling him. As he fought, perhaps flailing too much in it, Lambaste pulled together his groggy intelligence. Battle? Attacking him? Here? She was no moron. She knew the yarn knots that tied them from this fight. If she struck out so would his gang. If she was hit Mangle would appear. It would get nasty, and nothing would be gained. Lambaste began to suspect this was a rash or accidental attack, and as he did he stopped his pathetic attempts to get away and settled in for her next move. A tongue slashed his slimy lips. How dare she ruffle his pelt? Indignation grew heavy. Proud man's fall MADE BY ★MEULK
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Post by battle on Jun 9, 2016 9:26:00 GMT -6
'cause i'm a little unsteady She soared forward, and a familiar scent smacked her in the face before she even hit the ground. Then her paws met fur and a terrible screech hit her nose. Of course, she was expecting the screech, she even expected the paws that flailed and battered her head and nose as she crouched there, trying to wrestle those hind limbs to the ground. She was far more gentle then she had to be, really, her claws sheathed and her teeth only used for tiny nips, but-
Dung, this cat just didn't quit! He continued to flail and yowl and eventually the noise started grating on her nerves. Battle stepped back and fluffed out her pelt with indignation, her ears angled out as she shot him a glare.
It seems either he got the idea that she WASNT here to kill him, or at least he'd tired himself out, because around the same time she'd backed off he'd finally stopped his senseless flopping and was now staring back at her.
"Don't make that sound again," She huffed after a moment, her ears flattening back. "Too screechy."
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Post by shatter on Jun 11, 2016 10:28:22 GMT -6
Tall, tufted ears flung back as an abrupt and recognizable yowl split through the cluttered yard of the flimsy twoleg den. Lambaste. Such a sound was undoubtedly his, and its meaning she knew well. He needed his guards. Dark eyes returned to the feline before her, and with a curt nod she ended their dealings. “Three suns from now, beneath the Twoleg Bridge.”There was a brief note of complaint from the other, but Shatter would have none of it. Without a word she spun, abandoned her post behind the prickly juniper bush, and flashed down the alley towards the abandoned nest. Long legs made the trip brief enough. Better yet, the street was clear of stone beasts, and comfortable as she was with the area she darted across without so much as a pause. There, in the middle of the overgrown yard, was none other than Battle. Behind which was her scrawny brother cowering like a fool. Shatter huffed, but did her duty loyally non-the-less. Thankfully the sound was probably disguised by her uneven breaths from the dash as she trotted closer. There was no point in hiding why she’d come over, that much must have been obvious, so instead she took on a pose that was meant to convey her intentions even clearer. If Lambaste wished it she would attack, no matter how stupid such an order might have seemed to her. Battle would obviously win. “Lambaste,” a respectful nod, “Battle,” no such respect. “Hmm. I don’t see Mangle anywhere. It’s such a lovely day too.” Let Battle read into that what she will.spoken / thoughts
[ WORDS 266| MUSE burning pile by mother mother ]
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