by Owlmania » Tue Jun 09, 2020 4:20 pm
Level 1; task 1; 100+ words about your cats role in the clan
Casper is a young Tom doing a older cats job. Being leader requires the ability to make calm and smart decisions in the blink of an eye. Casper is still working on this skill and many others but try’s his best to lead his Tribe, The Lost and Found. Being a leader is usually simple but when it comes to the life or death moments it’s up to you and you alone. Casper has yet to appoint a deputy due to the small size of his clan. Although he has a few cats who would certainly be good at it, he is glad to have the help of his friends and warriors for now.
Level 1; task 2; 200+ words about how one of your cats and another cat met
Casper was grumpy, the clouds that had hung over camp all morning had opened up and pouring rain was now falling. A small leak in his ramshackle den, conveniently positioned above his nest, was the main reason for this temper. Finally, figuring he couldn’t get much wetter he rouse and stalked outside. Checking that everyone else was somewhat comfortable, he headed out of the dark alley. He gently roused one of his older friends. Informing her of his plans. Exiting the camp he headed toward some two-leg dens. Slipping through a hole in a heavy metal fence. Casper opened his mouth slightly, checking if a rouge, or dog was in the area. Just as he was about to move on, a catlike smell caught his attention. Sweeter and clearer then most rouges. “Hello?” Casper called down the dark alley. A pale, creamy streak flash past him and claws pierced his side. Yowling in frustration and surprise, Casper leaped left, dodging a second attack. “Your pretty quick on your feet”, his attack acknowledged. Casper jumped hearing the voice behind him. A delicate she-cat stood a few fox lengths away from him. “I’ve been training to fight since I was a young cat”, he retorted. “Your still still young, not much older then me”, observed the she-cat. They stood there for a while, until Casper broke the silence. “So how did you learn? I’ve never met a kittypet who could fight.” The she-cat ducked her head. “It’s a long story, why don’t we find somewhere drier.” Before Casper could object she started down the alley. Sighing, Casper followed. Hanging out with a mysterious cat sounded better then sitting alone in the rain.
Level 1; task 3; 200+ words about your founders personality/history
Casper is a devoted leader and strong fighter but he is still a young cat with a young heart. Sometimes he wishes he could run through the forest with the other young warriors. Without a care in the world. Then a medicine cat will call him to arrange a herb gathering patrol and he’ll remember why he must carry this burden.
Growing up Casper lived on the outskirts of a twoleg camp. Hunger and fear where the constant companions of the city cats. After his mother left the rouge group he was born into. His father, who favored Caspers fiercer brother, started to push him out of the nest. Casper soon got the hint and left to look for a better life. He met many friends and allies on his travels. Enough to build a small clan. The Guides, the equivalent of Starclan to some cats in the area, started to send him messages. Because he knew very little about these starry cats, and because he had never been raised to believe in The Guides, Casper dismissed these dreams as silly. It took the persuasive manner of a young she-cat to convince him that these where not foolish dreams to be taken lightly. Starclan wanted him to build a clan to help other wayward travelers and lost souls.
