Halestorm's Coalition

[Jingle]

Hello!

As you probably have read previously in the Evil Era announcement, we will be concluding the Second Evil Era relatively soon.

With that being said, Halestorm and her current coalition, will need some more members to help join forces with SkyClan and Non-Evil Era supporters. The cats that can join the coalition can be loners, ex-kittypets, exiled clan cats, rogues, etc.

Halestorm's Coalition will meet the group of SkyClan cats and join together with them. They will then launch an attack on the Evil Era leaders and supporters, thus helping in the defeat of Bucknight.

If you would like an opportunity to be a part of the coalition, please fill out the forum below:

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There will be anywhere from 3-5 cats selected to join the group. If chosen, you will be private messaged with further details.

Finder closes at: November 17th, 2016 at 7:30 pm EST

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[The Cannibal]

Name: Duskflight
Gender: Male
Age: 29 Moons
Affiliation (ex-kittypet, loner, rogue, etc): Rogue (Formerly Windclan)
Personality: Duskflight is a very intellectual cat and has also been known to be extremely polite, especially in his days when he was part of Windclan. But due to stress and malnutrition, the tom unfortunately has fallen victim to short-temper and can get angered quickly if approached the wrong way. Usually he likes to stick to himself and doesn't like to associate with other loners or rogues, mostly because in his heart he still desperately wants to be a clan cat and has gone so far as to mark his own territory rather than travel about like many non-clan cats do (kittypets excluded). He isn't exactly the strongest tom there is, he's more so known for his speed, thus why he was given the suffix 'flight', so even when he is short-tempered, he doesn't let his intelligence to escape him and won't pick a fight with a cat he knows he can't beat and overall doesn't enjoy picking fights at all if he were to be completely honest. He usually prefers to be diplomatic towards other cats and negotiate things (if things are getting sort of heated and it appears that a fight might break out), and when he see's a cat in need, he usually doesn't hesitate in helping them in any way they need help, especially having a weakness for Windclan, his birth clan.
Character Motive: He wants to be able to help Windclan in any way he can even though he is not a part of the clan anymore (he was not exiled, rather he ran away out of fear of his life) and this may include setting extra prey that he caught at the edge of the border for a border patrol to collect and bring back to the camp. Duskflight is still fiercely loyal to this clan and should anything ever even suggest damaging the clan, he will fight to his last breath to stop it.
Activity Level (1-10): 9
Last Roleplay Post: {I'm pretty sure is the last one I posted, this is from Dusk Syndicate Clearing pg. 4}
Just as her eyes bore into the ground, his eyes bore into her as he finished up eating the bird in front of him, the soft crunching and snapping of bones, the quiet ripping of flesh as he devoured the raven could be heard from where she sat, almost painstakingly certain that it was some sort of warning from the tom for his plans for her. But of course she wouldn't know that he doesn't kill random cats, no he kills very particular cats because he has only one rule and that one rule, whether you break it or not, can determine whether he'll end your life or not. There has only been one cat to escape his clutches and they were only able to because another cat just barely intervened. Perhaps he was planning his second and final ploy to kill that cat, perhaps not, perhaps he had settled for something that would end with a much more interesting result and that was causing her to slip into insanity. Or perhaps he would simply let her go. Hannibal was a very complicated cat as many cats would come to know. You could never tell what his next move would be, unless you knew that you had broken his rule.. But some cats had no clue about his rule, and that's a very bad mistake if you ever wish to speak to this tom. One slip up and you'll end up squirming in your own blood as he tears into you. Or perhaps he simply slits your throat and stands back to watch you bleed out. No one has lived to tell the tail of how Hannibal kills, except for that one cat, Illusion, his former trainee, but it would be doubtful she would tell you anyways. She was deceptive and you wouldn't be able to tell if she was telling the truth or not so really, she would be no use.
All of the bird except for the beak and part of the skull was now gone and the dark grey tom simply pushed that aside with a paw before turning to the innards, silently devouring them, taking his time, enjoying the flavor as they seeped into his maw, gaze still boring into Tundra as she got up and seemed to be padding towards the fresh kill pile and when she made it back to her original resting place (after causing the rest of the prey to go tumbling down, causing the pile to be scattered now, quite embarrassing for her), he had finished the rest of the bird that he had set aside and was washing his paws, his orange gaze not even seeming to blink, he had focused on her the entire time. What was going through his head? No cat would know.
After washing his paws and making sure his pelt was in check, he slowly rose to his paws and began to pad towards the white she-cat, his expression as blank and as emotionless as usual. "Greetings Tundra, mind if I join you for a little.. Chit-chat?" Inquired the tom, standing a foot or two away from her, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth slowly as he waited for her to answer. In all truth, he had nothing better to do and so he had decided why not.. Poke at her a bit? Probe her? See what her mind was made of. She looked weak, weak of mind and weak of spirit and could be an easy target should he ever want to.. Pick and push at that brain.. Send it tottering over. But he wouldn't do that now. No, he would simply observe her through conversation, as he did with some cats when he didn't quite feel like going for a stroll.

[Soddenfur]

Name: Sodden
Gender:Male
Age: 52 moons
Affiliation (ex-kittypet, loner, rogue, etc): Loner (formerly RiverClan)
Personality: Sodden isn't the most distinct cat compared to many other cats of importance, albeit he has enough quirks and flaws as it is. He's friendly and fairly approachable, although from far away he can seem stern and distant. It's hard for him to place a lot of trust in others and he loathes not being in control of a situation. If he's somewhat helpless, he can get very irrational and overzealous. He's not great at handling emotion and often tries to hide it. This usually leads to his downfall, as he can spiral out of control if left alone to serious situations.
Character Motive: Sodden left RiverClan on somewhat bad terms. He didn't harm anyone, although he left to be with his mate and kits, who he is no longer in contact with. His motive for helping them is out of remorse and worry for his family and friends in the clans. At this point, it's really his only purpose for someone other than himself.
Activity Level (1-10): 8-9
Last Roleplay Post:
Sodden didn't bother correcting Hazelsong for still referring to him as his old name. He knew she had no way of knowing he had changed it, but still liked the sound of his warrior name. The tom was starting to enjoy the chat, until she mentioned the apprentice. Maybe Mudstripe got our kits back to the clans after all... He had a grave expression, listening closely to Hazelsong's description. "Did he come with any other cats?" he asked, growing more stern. Although his old friend didn't answer his question, he waited for her to say what she wanted to. After Hazelsong's admission, his jaw dropped. This was the last thing the loner expected to hear from her. "I..." he meowed, trying to think of something to respond with. "I never thought of things that way... You're one of the most important cats in my life, yet I was too blind to see." Sodden took another pause. How is this going to end? "I... I love you too," he finished, finally sure what he was thinking. His ears pricked at the sound of Pineneedle's call, unsure whether he should flee. This time if I'm caught by someone else... I don't know. The tom soon came to the realization that this voice... and this scent was far too familiar to be a coincidence. Thinking for a moment, he came to the conclusion that the only possibility was his old clanmate, Pineneedle.

[Trashy Sky]

(Imma try *awkward typing commences*)
Name: Skybird
Gender: Female
Age: 49 Moons
Affiliation (ex-kittypet, loner, rogue, etc): Exiled ShadowClanner (Technacally ran off cause she was scared lol)
Personality: Skybird used to be a happy, ambitious cat. She loved the thought of being a warrior and serving her clan. She showed so much potential as an apprentice, training hard and learning fast. By the time she earned her warrior name, she looked so set up to be one of the best warriors she could be. Though, she fell in love with an old kit-friend and had a liter of five kits with him. One died at birth and that damaged her. Soon, two died off in about two weeks following their birth. The other two of her kits disappeared around older apprentice age. Her mate disappeared soon after once his brother died. She raged against StarClan, blaming them for her litters death. She hated her ancestors for the longest time until the old ShadowClan leader, Winterstar, brought her back by being her friend. Then, her only friend, her leader, died. She's been very dis-trusting and closed off since then. She tends to be aggressive and quick to snap and strike if provoked, taking her anger out on everyone around her. She still turned out to be a great warrior, just in ways no one had expected. Though, she still has that soft side about her and seems to just want to be loved and just wants to help. She's only as good as her peers, and with the help of others she can show much potential. Though, going through the second evil era and being exiled, aka running off, for not wanting to be under this horrible lead and scared for her life. This has caused her to have to trust others in need of having help against the second evil era supporters and any threat she faces while out on her own.
Character Motive: Skybird may have had her ups and downs with her life in the clans, but it's still her home. She's always belonged to ShadowClan and wants to see it be fine and thriving, not what it is now under Bucknight's reign. She wants the clans to be back to normal, and at this moment knows that borders mean nothing and that the clans need to be returned to normal. Even though she knows she could lose her life from fighting, she has put trust into Halestorm from awhile back and wants to see her pretty much lead ShadowClan once again.
Activity Level (1-10): Around 7-8
Last Roleplay Post: (My last roleplay post is in the other roleplay so I'm just gonna put it here but uhm I can do better when roleplaying with cats lmao)
Sky gave a dark growling noise as guards pushed her into the mirrored and glass-walled maze-like room. Her body was visibly shaking and her hands convulsed against her will. She reached her trembling arms forward as she began to walk, her eyes wide and looking around wildly as she tried not to hit a wall. She led her way through the mirrors, hissing as she hit one. 'You're an idiot. Sh-hut up!' she spoke with one of the voices in her mind, not knowing if it even understood her. She continued to walk, not finding any end to this. She was beginning to get frustrated as hell and due to this loud and shaking sobs escaped her mouth while tears left her eyes, even while she was still walking and seemed to be ignoring the crying she couldn't control.

[Starfall]

Name: Aramis
Gender: Male
Age: 37 moons
Affiliation: kittypet
Character motive: he's heard many stories involving the ferocious cats that lived in the forest, it was always his dream to become like those cats he's heard in the tales.
Personality: honest and a quick thinker, he's always up for a challenge and never backes down even if it's his life on the line.
Activity level: 8
Latest roleplay example: {this is me and robin-chan. I don't know I feel you want an RP involving aramis, pm me if you'd rather a RP example with him in it please.}
Swallowstorm felt a pain in his heart once he heard his mate speak those words aloud, the silver warrior looked back at ripplewisker as he began to pad away, once the dark furred tom was out of sight the silver tom he looked down at the pups and gave a sad smile "maybe..." he trailed off as he crouched down and licked the top of a pups head and began to purr as the towers two began to cuddle with the tom "I...don't want to leave them." He said to himself as he wrapped his tail protectively around the three pups 'what do i do?' He asked himself as he looked sadly in the direction that his mate walked out,

[doghouse]

Name: Aloe
Gender: Female Bisexual
Age: 39 Moons
Affiliation (ex-kittypet, loner, rogue, etc): Rogue
Personality: she's polite and gentle around friends, though she tends to be very optimistic and hyped up around just about anyone she meets. Although if you catch her in the wrong mood, she's proud sly and on edge. She likes to play fight and be sneaky, which can be difficult since she isn't very quiet.
Character Motive: she likes the way the Clans are, from what she's been ld in stories, and wants to help them.
Acivity Level (1-10): 8-10
Last Roleplay Post: “Yeah!” Blade breathed, watching in amazement at the beautiful sky. He looked on, the colors reflecting in his amber eyes as he sat side by side with Fria. He would never forget this moment. It would be important to him for the rest of his life. He purred, wishing it would never end for the millionth time in the last few heartbeats. Wind ruffled his long dark brown tabby pelt, and her pressed closer to Fria's black and white fur, happiness shining like stars in his orbs.

[Sage]

Name: Darkwater
Gender: Female
Age: 40 Moons
Affliation: Ex-ShadowClanner
Personality: Darkwater is a very wise and kind she-cat. After hearing about the EE, she decided to leave her kits and ShadowClan. Darkwater doesn't like to think about the past. She used to worry alot because of the past so she looks to the future. Darkwater has a hard time controling her anger. She sometimes has random outbursts. She has been through alot and old age is closing in on her. Darkwater sometimes says things she doesn't mean to, but never takes it back. She beleives that if she apoligizes for her mistakes, no cat will learn to stop making theirs.
Character Motive: Darkwater begins to relalize what has happened while she was gone. She thinks of her friend and kits, and decides to try and help them.
Activity Level: 8/10
Last Roleplay Post: I think in Snowpaw's Tunnels[Private]

[Brunch]

Name: Cloudyfoot
Gender: Male
Age: 37 moons
Affiliation (ex-kittypet, loner, rogue, etc): RiverClan, soon to be ex-RiverClan.
Personality: A bit awkward , to say the least of Cloudyfoot. The senior warrior doesn't know how to string words together to create sentences in a one-on-one conversation. Luckily for the tom, when speaking in front of crowds, Cloudyfoot has a gift to speak calmly, clearly, and almost perfectly. Though, of course, no cat is a naturalist at things like that, so what can someone expect? Cloudyfoot does make mistakes when it comes to talking front of crowds, like any other cat. He can jumble words together or speak too quickly, though it happens on rare occasion when speaking in front of crowds.
Some may say that Cloudyfoot is a born leader, though the truth is that when he was a kit, the large warrior was almost scared of everything. The trait carried along with him while he was an apprentice, though by then, he started to learn how to lead without becoming frightened. So, Cloudyfoot was never a "born leader" like some cats may admit, though he learned through trial and error.
Besides being a confident, awkward tom, Cloudyfoot is fairly nice when it comes to talking. Though his sentences don't make any sense, a cat who can think through what Cloudyfoot is saying, will find that he is oddly kind.
Being amiable, of course, doesn't mean that Cloudyfoot can't get angry, and when he gets convulsed, Cloudyfoot lashes out and down right yowls. The tom can sometimes control his temper, though, even if he is seeing red.
Stubbornness is a factor that no one can erase from Cloudyfoot. The attribute has been there since he was a kit, not budging under any circumstances. The senior warrior is bull-headed and never thinks otherwise of his opinion, even if it is wrong. Cloudyfoot will never change from his infelxibility, and will always be one of the most adamant cats in the clans.
Thanks to Cloudyfoot's stubbornness, the tom never lost faith in StarClan. He was taught from a young age that StarClan is always the answer to all of his problems, no matter what. After his mother passed, Cloudyfoot's belief in his dead ancestors became stronger, which lead him to the cat he is today.
Character Motive: As said in Cloudyfoot's personality, he had been taught from a young age that StarClan would solve all of his problems, big or small. The tom wants to protect the place where he knows that his mother is. Cloudyfoot also hates fighting, and distress, so he would like to end it before any other cats got hurt.
Activity Level (1-10): 7\10 I can be found lurking a lot of the time, though.
Last Roleplay Post: Laid sprawled out in the early dawn rays, Arctickit felt drained, though the only thing that he had accomplished in the past few sunrises was a case of insomnia, which kept him awake through all hours of the night. His bright blue eyes scanned the clearing, trying to decide what to do until his kin would awake. Though Arctickit loved them dearly, being around the feuding Cloudyfoot and Snowyfur always put him on edge. Even if Rainkit was with him, Arctickit felt almost depressed, or at least very close to it. Fogfur never came in to visit them anymore, and from what the kit could understand, his uncle, Cloudyfoot wouldn't either. Arctickit's mother, Snowyfur, wasn't any better; she would always urge her son to meet new cats, though, being one of the most social kits in the clan, Arctickit had to reintroduce himself to some kits, just so that his mother would approve.
Approval, that was one of the things that the kit wanted. Almost an apprentice, Arctickit knew that he would be the smallest pupil ever, and perhaps one of the weakest. The kit was always prideful when he was praised for doing something right, since-according to the bullies- could never happen because of his height. Being gullible, though, Arctickit would sometimes find himself crying when he was supposed to be sleeping. Arctickit wanted to fit in somewhere, where his height wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't be picked on. Though, from the stories the elders said, there wasn't one, and there never would be, thanks to nature.
After the flood of thoughts stopped rallying in Arctickit's mind, he gazed up and the sky, which was now a bit lighter, and the clouds that floated silently above Arctickit's head, were now a vibrant white. Arctickit couldn't guess how long he had been in that state, which he knew, coming from Cloudyfoot, made him look as though he were asleep, though really, Arctickit wasn't asleep, he was up in the clouds.

[Hexict]

Name- Mistfall
Gender- Molly
Age- 13 moons
Affiliation- Currently Riverclan (but disloyal Bucknight and highly against the DF)
Personality- As a kit, Mist was kind and caring, not wanting to wish pain on anyone. Though this changed at the young age of 2 moons, she witnessed something that tinted her kind nature, and she let her anger start to take over - she witnessed someone get murdered. This changed her personality for the worst and it was clear that she had been affected by witnessing the murder.
As she matured Mist became more and more anti-social, and complicated inwardly. She likes to think, but not over think mostly because she's afraid of what she will find and has a fear of the truth depending on what it is because once you know it you can't just pretend that you don't and she is wary about trusting others. After the things she's been through she started to distance herself from everyone and doesn't let anyone in nor let herself care too deeply about anyone - this is mostly since one by one it seems that these people leave her life, either by physically leaving or by death. This makes Mist even more guarded about those she allows herself to trust. Though she does have a darker side to herself, she had since locked it away, but it is always bubbling at the surface and threatening to break free. She is smart, and honest... but isn't afraid to lie sometimes given the right reason and if it's worth it and for the best. And she is constantly struggling between her good side and her dark side.
​Ever since Royalwatcher has started coming to her in dreams, Mist is started to find more and more of the light in life. She's become determined to find her old self - though she is certain she'll never be exactly the same, anything is better than her look on the world now, and not trusting many others. She's even made a friend since re-joing Riverclan - this is something that she rarely does. Mist has also become very determined and now has a perpose in her life as she tries her best to become a great warrior and cat in general. She still puts her clanmates' safety before her own and continues her wish to protect them no matter what happens.
Character Motive- Mist has always wanted to protect her clan ever since she was kit and watched a clanmate get murdered, and would want to protect them from the darkness that Bucknight's brings with him from the Dark Forest. She also was originally trained in the Dark Forest since she was roughly 4-5 moons old (back when the DF was recruiting older kits), but is now trying to prove to herself that she isn't bad (she's currently training with a Starclan cat). So she's pretty much against anyone involved with the Dark Forest out of loyalty.
Activity Level- roughly 8/10
Last Roleplay Post- (her name is Mistpaw here because the rp started before her warrior ceremony and i didn't want to randomly start calling her Mistfall)
With her gaze glued to the water, the silver and grey molly hadn't noticed the proud look on Royalwatcher's gaze as she caught her first fish in the starry river. It wasn't her first catch ever, but it was the first that her mentor had seen. The apprentice was striving for that proud look that had lasted for a heatbeat and which she had missed. Instead Mistpaw made sure all her focus was on the drock. But she couldn't help her curious instincts at the sound of the tom going in for a fish not too longer after she had, causing her pale orbs to shoot towards him and watched carefully as he missed the initial target of his strike, but had enough luck to accidentally catch another. Mistpaw gave a small laugh at this and flicked her tail as he declared that his next one would beat her own catches. "Oh I'm sure you can - you were able to catch one with a move like that, it's almost as if your eyes were closed," her tease was friendly, proving it with a pleasant grin. Closing her eyes for a moment she let the it all sink in. It was like nothing could go wrong here and all of her worries and bad memories were being deteriorated and now traveled down the perfect river before her. This was one of the reasons why she loved these visits; it was so peaceful and she could get away from everything in the waking world- plus, the orange tabby was good company. Why can't things ever be like this back home? Mist questioned silently, though it felt like this question seemed to scream itself at her constantly. Why is everything so complicated?

Her pale blue orbs flashed opened upon remembering that she was in the middle of a little hunting competition with Roaylwatcher. Mistpaw lashed her tail and leaned forward as silver scales flared from the stunning river. Her silvery paw raised and orbs narrowed, patiently - or not so much- waiting for the prey to make it's way to the apprentice, holding her position until it was an appropriate point for her to strike. The glaring scales made the fish appear large, and she knew that this would be a prey to be proud of if she could catch it. The molly didn't even think of Royalwatcher who might be watching or even the other fish in the river and let herself focus completely on the single soon-to-be fresh-kill. Diving down, her paw seemed to misjudge where the fish had been. Instantly fearing that she had missed Mistpaw found it a relief when the fish panicked and happened to burst forward - right into her claws. Mist gave a visible sigh of alleviation when she flung it up and killed it with a single bite. It was then that she realized how she had misjudged the fish's position: the glaring light from it's beaming scales and the already shimmering water had formed some light around it, which the light looked to be part of the fish when it in fact wasn't. Her initial blow was on the light - luckily the fish had been too panicked to think straight and had landed right where she had original thought it was. Meaning that the fish was actually pretty small, and very dissatisfying after her believes of it being large. She wondered what Royalwatcher would say now if he had noticed, similar to how she had teased him for his lucky catch after the mess up. Mist' face was painted a pinkish color by embarrassment, but tried her best to pretend that it was all part of her plan.

[Fel]

Name: Russetswirl
Gender: Tom [cis]
Age: 30 moons
Affiliation: Riverclan [possibly exiled by thornfrost?]
Personality: Russetswirl always starts off seeming like the kindest cat around, always chatting it up with other cats and smiling like it's no big deal when others make mistakes, helping them up and putting on a happy face as he does it. He's a pacifist, loving to make peace and happiness throughout his adventures and whereabouts, which can often leave him injured because he refuses to fight back. Looking at him from a different angle, however, can reveal all the paranoia and worry that have drained him of a lot of internal happiness and joy, namely how his first litter is starting to abandon him for the dark forest, shadowclan apprentices, and his own friends- but also how he's had to deal with the loss of two apprentices, one disappearing and the other being drowned by high tide in the river. This has given him a fear of water, and this nervous tick will only get worse after his brother dies, as his sister doesn't seem to have any time for him since she became deputy, and he's starting to catch onto the fact that Thornfrost really does hate him and wishes he was dead. His playful attitude is more of a cover-up for himself to realize that his mate is starting to fall in love with another tom, and that his world is slowly falling apart. He has the strength to fix his life and move on for the better, even saving others in the process, but whether he uses that fact or not is what really counts.
Character Motive: His sister is Thornfrost, the evil Riverclan deputy, and he's been pushed around by her all of his life, and manipulated into believing she's a great cat, and that they were great friends- until a final moment in the clearing, when Russetswirl realized that this wasn't the sister he grew up knowing, and that she was terrible- she'd bullied him for awhile, and his belief in Starclan and faith in the good in his clanmates have finally overpowered his sister's control. Now, he's stuck fighting for the Riverclan that he believed in, and thinks that maybe, if he's able to stop what the Evil Era's done to the clans and the cats inside of them, that he'll be able to rescue Thornfrost from whatever's controlling her, still not believing that she's truly like this inside. Not only this, but he needs to defend this balance of peace for his kits, so his second litter are able to learn in a place which accepts them, and a place where he and his mate can feel safe together, for their family to be able to live happily.
Activity Level (1-10): 7-9/10
Last Roleplay Post: [from Windclan Clearing, page 12] "...Well, there really isn't much to do, with Dapplestar the ol' crone as our leader- some cats say she's gone crazy, that she's locking herself in her den after Starlingstep's dissapearance." Sighing, she looked up into the sky quietly, grinning. Really, she wasn't one to stop to fighting- she liked to talk, and that was what she was good at. She found herself to be good at convincing others, and that it was... somehow easy to see through some cats, though a few- including Singeflicker- seemed to be different. Sure, he seemed almost stereotypically grumpy, but there could be something different about him, as well. "Y'know what we need?" Smiling almost like she was a young kit who'd just beat their sibling in a nursery-game, she was sure that this cat could help her with what she'd always dreamed of. "Change. Dapplestar's been in charge for waaay too long, and she's just making this clan painfully boring, huh?" Winking, there was a glint in her eyes as she giggled, her voice seeming light-hearted, but somewhat menacing at the same time. For how annoyed he looks, he's also... kinda handsome.

Sorrelskip was afraid of boredom, it was true. It was the one thing she didn't find herself able to power through, the feeling of not having anything to do, and with nobody to help her out of it- she didn't have a solution for it- but the change she'd yearned for, it would be a Windclan that never bored her, that kept her entertained for the rest of her days, which let her be free of the duties that she thought she'd owed to 'Starclan'. It would be her absolute paradise.