scrunch…scrunch the small bone thin kitten padded through the territory his half furred body shivering slightly due to the cold. Wasn’t it still supposed to be warm outside? Didn’t matter much as long as he had gotten away from the herb obsessed freak known as Toby. He shuddered at the thought of him, the cat who had once sworn to take care of him. Although he had changed drastically when buggy left the small group of cats that they lived in.
His stomach rumbled and did flips as he staggered around the area until an awful stench made his nose wrinkle. It smelled of so many cats and other things he wasn’t used to. Either way his stomach still didn’t agree with him. Taking a moment he scurried over to a bush and took a moment to vomit up the leafs he had eaten. Toby had been unsure of what he had been feeding the kitten and habit had taken notice of this.
A few moments later he was passed out by the border.
@els - because you wanted papa bird to find little man
@Estelle
Falconfeather
medicine cat || male || 24 moons
Purrks: Silver Tongue (Active)
@Estelle - gingerman
"I could've just went by myself, ya know."
Falconfeather chided lightly to his companion as the two high ranks padded side by side, the medicine cat keeping his eyes on the ground and around his paws as he search deeply for any herb he knew. As empty as the storage was, anything remotely useful would be a blessing, and right now RiverClan need all the blessings they could get. He wasn't used to hunting leaves like he was actual prey, but it seemed all the same to him. Green eyes flitled lightly up to watch his next steps before focusing back down on the ground, stopping to pluck at some greenry before padded quickly foward to catch up with Gingerstar. Even though he felt a little overprotected by the ginger tabby, he knew the reason why he offered to come along with him. The tension with the other clans keep them at bay and on edge, and having RiverClan's medicine cat alone out in the territory wasn't a very smart idea.
As Falcon let his gaze flicker up once more, he was frozen by the sight of a skinny little body laying near the border. "stars what" was all he said as he dashed quickly towards the little kitten, eyes round with worry as Falcon placed his ear against the little thing's chest and he released breathly sigh of relief as he heard it's heart thump lightly, but very lowly. "he needs something i dont what"
Nightspark
RiverClan Lionheart Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)
Nightspark grunted... "You know that you risk a lot don't you Dapplewing?", he looked over the two kits again... The two seemed tensed... Like they felt he was hostile... The massive turned his attention toward the warrior again... "You will have to see that with Gingerstar. I can't decide anything. But there is no guarantee.", he said.
"I am ash... I am embers... My flames once danced bright. My flames now fade... But it returns from the depths... The fire devours me whole... It's the birth of something greater..."
-Inferno, the revengful-
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ThunderChaser
She/Her - Active Power Card Since 2021
A golden pelted cat with black features and scars that littered her body
"Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine"
She nodded swiftly. "Yes! I really really do! I have no ill intentions I swear it on starclan!"
Any normal cat who knew her, would know she never swore anything on starclan unless she truly wholeheartly meant it.
"Thunderclan had changed. It wasn't standing on the same values it once stood on before. It isn't pure like it was before. It was evil, corrupt. And needs to be dealt with. BumbleStar has ruined the clan I once called home. RiverClan now seems like a much better fit for me."
She looked at the leader, she was serious. ThunderClan was disgusting with Bumble as leader. It was like a leach feeding off of a deer.
"Then prove it with your actions."
Gingerfrost raised his head, eyeing the cat in front him with caution. pretty words coming from a ThunderClanner, but somewhere the tabby felt the sincerity -- like this wasn't a lie, or a trick. He'd believe the cat, for now. "I'll let you join RiverClan, Thunderchaser, but take caution in what you do. You'll have to learn how to swim, and your skills will be assessed. Come."
[ All done, go ahead an submit her to the allegiances! ]
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Originally Posted by Zelly
Habit
scrunch…scrunch the small bone thin kitten padded through the territory his half furred body shivering slightly due to the cold. Wasn’t it still supposed to be warm outside? Didn’t matter much as long as he had gotten away from the herb obsessed freak known as Toby. He shuddered at the thought of him, the cat who had once sworn to take care of him. Although he had changed drastically when buggy left the small group of cats that they lived in.
His stomach rumbled and did flips as he staggered around the area until an awful stench made his nose wrinkle. It smelled of so many cats and other things he wasn’t used to. Either way his stomach still didn’t agree with him. Taking a moment he scurried over to a bush and took a moment to vomit up the leafs he had eaten. Toby had been unsure of what he had been feeding the kitten and habit had taken notice of this.
A few moments later he was passed out by the border.
@els - because you wanted papa bird to find little man
@Estelle
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Originally Posted by els
Falconfeather
medicine cat || male || 24 moons
Purrks: Silver Tongue (Active)
@Estelle - gingerman
"I could've just went by myself, ya know."
Falconfeather chided lightly to his companion as the two high ranks padded side by side, the medicine cat keeping his eyes on the ground and around his paws as he search deeply for any herb he knew. As empty as the storage was, anything remotely useful would be a blessing, and right now RiverClan need all the blessings they could get. He wasn't used to hunting leaves like he was actual prey, but it seemed all the same to him. Green eyes flitled lightly up to watch his next steps before focusing back down on the ground, stopping to pluck at some greenry before padded quickly foward to catch up with Gingerstar. Even though he felt a little overprotected by the ginger tabby, he knew the reason why he offered to come along with him. The tension with the other clans keep them at bay and on edge, and having RiverClan's medicine cat alone out in the territory wasn't a very smart idea.
As Falcon let his gaze flicker up once more, he was frozen by the sight of a skinny little body laying near the border. "stars what" was all he said as he dashed quickly towards the little kitten, eyes round with worry as Falcon placed his ear against the little thing's chest and he released breathly sigh of relief as he heard it's heart thump lightly, but very lowly. "he needs something i dont what"
Could've gone alone, yeah, but who would carry all the herbs they needed? Plus, Gingerstar was in dire need of a walk - as much as he liked the peace and quiet, he needed a moment out of camp. So he gave a half-hearted shrug at the medicine cat's comment, acting like he didn't care one bit and didn't come along just so he could help the new rank get adjusted. And if anything, he knew about cobwebs... And those tiny little things that were supposed to help with pain... Probably. He blanked for a moment, trying to remember Stonepaw's words during that one event. Yknow, maybe he should talk to the pair about those bits of information sometime. The tabby snapped back to reality when Falconfeather suddenly rushed ahead, eyes locked on something. The leader wasted no time following after his companion, grimacing when he finally took notice of the subject of the cat's panic. Another abandoned child, in their territory. How nice. After a brief moment of reflection, reminding himself they can't let children die because it's wrong, he muttered. "Take it back to camp, figure out what's up. Try anything you can think of, I'll see about finding some herbs."
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Originally Posted by Caspian
Shalev wobbled over, still weak from weeks of not eating actual food. He hastily made way to Riverclan, not bothering to take care of the wounds that would seal in time. He was so tired. He sighed. “Hello..” he said, deadpan expression and monotone voice driving out any sign of emotion, expect for shaky paws. “I’d like to join Riverclan.” he called, tired and weary.
If he weren’t a cat, dark circles would be around his eyes from lack of sleep. But they weren’t. Instead, the scarred tom was.. heavily tired and… not aggressive.. but he didn’t seem to have the will left to feel anything. He was sick from the rotten food and poor treatment he had gotten when he was in the hole with Max, and it wasn’t like that would solve itself.
"Why?"
The tabby padded closer, studying the weak feline in his path. He looked like another charity case; another cat seeking shelter only for the benefits, not out of the will to live and fight for a community. Or out of necessity, judging by his frail stance. Either way, he couldn't let in just any cat with a sob story, hunger and wounds - They'd be overrun, then, with half of them unwilling or unable to provide in turn.
Shalev flicked a tattered ear. This cat didn’t seem too keen on letting him in without reason. “I have a lot to offer.” he started, thinking of how to work his way around this. Or.. well.. no. He’d just blaze through it. “I can hunt for you, fight for you. And I can give you my loyalty. That is all I have to offer.” Shalev meowed respectfully
His fur prickled as he listened to what Gingerstar told him, looking down at the barely alive kitten at his paws. He didn't have the knowledge, nor herbs to help the kitten. If he gave it the wrong herb, or did the wrong thing, the kit could die. Falconfeather looked back up at the leader, a spark of relief in his gaze, before worry clouded over again. "Thanks, man. I'll do my best.." The medicine cat picked up the kitten gently by the loose of his neck and gave a small nod towards his compainan before retracing his steps back towards the camp, mulling over what he would need. He'd have to talk to Willowwisp, she'd know more than Falconfeather, and was bound to know what the little scrap needed.
[ we can end it here if you like, if it's okay with @/estelle, then you can go ahead and submit Habit to the allegiances, if you'd like falcon to name him or something he can as well! ]
Pff. This cat oddly reminded him of his best friend, when she too once tried to look intimidating - and failing, of course. Seeker never could look scary. "I'm Gingerfrost. And you're on RiverClan territory. I can escort you off if you're lost."
Kate stared at the cat suspiciously. "If this is your territory, and your name is Gingerfrost, and the territory is yours, why isn't it Gingerfrost's territory?" It was weird enough that his name was Gingerfrost. "And how am I supposed to know if you won't kill me if I follow you? After all, I literally just met you. Not to mention you may have noticed my leg."
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"Tomatoes are in the same family as some of the world's deadliest poisons. That just goes to show how rebellious tomatoes are." "What about how the apple can fall far from the tree?" "No, sometimes the tomato falls from the plant."
Name: Talia Gender: She-cat Is your character a kit or an expecting queen?: No Reason for Joining: She desires something more than mundane kitty-pet life Brief description of the plot: Talia has recently left Twolegplace after being displaced by her Twolegs and has heard whispers of the forest life. After catching the scent of a former RiverClanner she had managed to track it to the edge of RiverClan's territory. There she will likely shake with fear, but on the verge of being rejected she will overcome and prove that she is not to be underestimated. Rank Request: Warrior New Name Request (optional): I would like it if the leader could decide? That way it feels more authentic and immersive. If not I can think up a name! Mention Me: @Estelle @FrostyGalaxy @Red Dawn @Sakura.
TALIA loner - 16 moons
Looking back throughout her life, Talia was not entirely certain which decisions had led her to this singular moment. There she stood as she lifts one paw in utter disgust, mud dripping from the bottom of it. Rain falls from the sky and the white and ginger she-cat starts to rethink her whole objective. Was it really worth it, this life of living outside? Sure there were no fences or Twolegs here, but the rain and the mud... that would take some getting used to, at the very least. The scent she has caught just before leaving the security of all she had known though seems to pile up here in an invisible border of sorts. Fish and water and reeds and something else that was distinct that she can't quite place a paw on...
"Hello??" Her voice is soft and on the quiet side, which makes her realize that no cat even a tail-length or two away from her is going to hear. So she clears her throat and tries again: "Hello????" Louder this time, but still as shaky and shy. Well, Talia could only hope it would draw some cat's attention so that she could speak to... whoever was in charge. She lets out an impatient sigh and takes a seat, not daring to cross over into territory that was not hers.
Kate stared at the cat suspiciously. "If this is your territory, and your name is Gingerfrost, and the territory is yours, why isn't it Gingerfrost's territory?" It was weird enough that his name was Gingerfrost. "And how am I supposed to know if you won't kill me if I follow you? After all, I literally just met you. Not to mention you may have noticed my leg."
[ hope you don't mind me taking over for this ]
"You're not quick to trust, that's for sure," Larkwing remarked at the cat's suspicious words and gaze. "That's a good thing out here," her attention was then drawn to the aforementioned leg... the injury looked substantial enough that it could pose a problem, and Larkwing couldn't help but grimace at the sight of it.
"We have herbs back at camp and medics that could help treat that wound of yours if that's all you're looking for, but if that's the case, you'll be escorted out of our territory and back to where you came from once you've healed."
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Originally Posted by Luck
Name: Talia Gender: She-cat Is your character a kit or an expecting queen?: No Reason for Joining: She desires something more than mundane kitty-pet life Brief description of the plot: Talia has recently left Twolegplace after being displaced by her Twolegs and has heard whispers of the forest life. After catching the scent of a former RiverClanner she had managed to track it to the edge of RiverClan's territory. There she will likely shake with fear, but on the verge of being rejected she will overcome and prove that she is not to be underestimated. Rank Request: Warrior New Name Request (optional): I would like it if the leader could decide? That way it feels more authentic and immersive. If not I can think up a name! Mention Me: @Estelle @FrostyGalaxy @Red Dawn @Sakura.
TALIA loner - 16 moons
Looking back throughout her life, Talia was not entirely certain which decisions had led her to this singular moment. There she stood as she lifts one paw in utter disgust, mud dripping from the bottom of it. Rain falls from the sky and the white and ginger she-cat starts to rethink her whole objective. Was it really worth it, this life of living outside? Sure there were no fences or Twolegs here, but the rain and the mud... that would take some getting used to, at the very least. The scent she has caught just before leaving the security of all she had known though seems to pile up here in an invisible border of sorts. Fish and water and reeds and something else that was distinct that she can't quite place a paw on...
"Hello??" Her voice is soft and on the quiet side, which makes her realize that no cat even a tail-length or two away from her is going to hear. So she clears her throat and tries again: "Hello????" Louder this time, but still as shaky and shy. Well, Talia could only hope it would draw some cat's attention so that she could speak to... whoever was in charge. She lets out an impatient sigh and takes a seat, not daring to cross over into territory that was not hers.
Sighing, her hunt interrupted, Larkwing gives up on the shrew she was stalking when a loud, unfamiliar voice calls out and startles the creature. She should probably check that out, make sure it wasn't anyone hostile - though from the note of anxiety in the voice, Larkwing highly doubts that. She spots the pale ginger and white coat not long later, a face and a scent she does not recognize - not another clan cat it would seem. A kittypet? A rogue? It didn't matter. RiverClan's leader couldn't help a small amused smile when she watched the molly shake a paw in disgust from the mud.
"You're a long way from home, aren't you?" She asked, slinking out from the tall grass.
Name: Sylarose Gender: She-cat Is your character a kit or an expecting queen?: No Reason for Joining: Looking for her daughter, Tansypaw Brief description of the plot: Sylarose has been tracking her daughter for around 10 moons and has finally received intel that leads her to believe she is currently with one of the four 'Clans'. RiverClan is the second one she has come across. Rank Request: Warrior New Name Request (optional): Duskbird (for her pelt coloring and habit of humming) Mention Me: @FrostyGalaxy
SYLAROSE loner - thirty moons
(@/FrostyGalaxy I figure I would just add this one onto Talia's!)
She is well aware the phrase is 'third times' the chart', but to the stars that shine in the sky above Sylarose prays that she won't have to deal with another self-center, arrogant "Clan cat". Knowledge of these groups had only come two days prior while scouring Twolegplace, and yet it had failed to be mentioned of how overly hostile they could be. But such time had passed to where the tall she-cat had put it behind her as her paws make their way across muddy ground. Flecks of dirt sprinkle across her pelt and a streak of soil from where she had slid is still present underneath her eyes and along her cheeks. There had been no time really to find a stream to wash off in, and it wasn't like she would stop if there was. No, she was so close to finding her daughter, she could practically smell her. Something told her she was here, among this group of cats. She had to be.
The border creeps up faster than Sylarose expected but she pays no mind to it and crosses it with determined grit. Blue eyes narrow and try to sort out the shadows of the forest from the dying rays of sunlight behind her though her speed never slows. Instead it picks up, paws maneuvering around sticks and puddles and frogs that croak once before leaping out of the way. Part of her heart aches to call for her precious daughter, but she is smart enough to know that she is likely outnumbered in this territory. So onwards she presses, tail lashing and figure slinking low to the ground.
Last edited by Luck; October 26th, 2023 at 07:57 PM.
@FrostyGalaxy
A bucket of some sort, being pushed by 3 kits inside of said bucket, slowed to a stop in the territory. One of the kits- Chocolate- poked his head out of the bucket."the coast is clear- WOAH!!!"*The youngest of the three- vanilla- had tipped the bucket back upright. Now the kits were able to sit down. The three looked around and an unfamiliar scent caught them. It wasn't William but it also didn't smell like a housecat. Strawberry knocked the bucket over again and all three kits came tumbling out. Chocolate began to stand up, however his siblings had started arguing. "Enough. We've got our only method of avoiding William and perhaps if we meet one of the clan cats I heard live around here we might end up with another." He batted Vanilla's ear and Strawberry's flank.Vanilla stood up slowly. Strawberry had caught the scent and decided to get up and follow it- tripping over every so often.