Falling for the Falls ♒ commie . coonie

[saige.]

"We are surrounded by trails of water that have sustained life for us ever since we stumbled upon this place a moon ago. Today, we claim this untamed land in the name of FallsClan, in honor of the falls that fed the stream that led us here and saved us all from starvation and thirst."
;; Waterstar, creator of FallsClan

[saige.]

Prey available;;
Fish : Squirrel : Water Vole : Rabbits
Predators around;;
Bears : Raccoons : Water Moccasins : Deer



Current Season;;
New-leaf : Green-leaf : Leaf-fall : Leaf-bare
Current Weather;;
Cold : Mild : Warm : Hot || Cloudy : Foggy : Clear : Sunny || Windy : Breezy : Stormy : Foggy

Lionstar♂
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Basileyes♀
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Lightsand♀
Scoutpaw♂
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Stonetooth♂
Slatetalon♂
Shadowface♀
Howlwind♂
Muddypath♂
Ashenbrook♀
Firepool♀
Whitebird♂
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Snakepaw♂
Crowpaw♀
Larkpaw♀
Nightpaw♂
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Tinybear♀
Mottledkit♀
Wildkit♂
Rootkit♂
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Coldeye♂
Marigoldnose♀

"Between the mass of deciduous land and chain of streams and waterfalls ranging from small to large, we have no trouble creating land marks that reach to each direction from the north to the south and to the east to the west. The northern border lies just past where the river banks off towards the northeast. There is where a cluster of rocks tumbles down into a ledge before a small cliff falls downwards into a pool of trees. Towards the east is where the land is more untouched and close to forbidden. A known bear's den sits further down where our border officially stops, but we've learned to pretty much avoid that part of the land. A key sign to know you've gone too far is to count the amount of pine trees around the area, along with the amount of shade. If the scent doesn't give it away, the darker, more ominous sensation surely will. The west and south are nearly the same, both marked by waterfalls, though the southern mark that really stands out. The falls there are thinner, but follow a long path of rocks while still trickling with water either above of below the rocks, but in the end it all pours out into a small pond where frogs and fish are. We don't touch the frogs, but the fish are quite savory if I do say so myself. As for the western point, just a small fall that broadens into a decent sized pond. This side of the territory is where the hunting grounds can be found, as that pond serves as a popular site for prey and predators of all kinds. Timing is important, as always. The rest of the land isn't much to talk about. Just various forms of trees and rocks and dirt. The camp is basic, a mixture of burrows with either rock roofs for extra support or brush to conceal. Clockwise, the dens go as such; leader's, warrior's, apprentice's, medicine cat's, elder's, and nursery. Well if that is all, I'll be on my way now..."

[saige.]

"Oh, hey. The name's Larkpaw, got it?" Eight moons ago, when she was born, Larkpaw's mother named her for the look of her pelt and the sound of the birds she could hear chirping overhead. The sound of the beautiful songbird singing its peaceful tone despite the previous screeching from the mother inspired the Queen, thus Larkpaw earned her name. When her Warrior name comes about. she personally prefers the name "Larksong", to honor the bird she was lucky to be named for.

"Haven't you already heard? I'm eight moons old, sheesh." Eight moons ago this moon, Larkpaw was brought into this world as a single kit in a litter. It was mid Leaf-bare when she was born, and some cats didn't think she'd make it through the season. But the headstrong she-cat pulled through in the end and continues to live to this day.

"If you dare to question my gender, then you have another thing coming..." To put it simply, Larkpaw is a she-cat through and through. No one can question it, from her feminine voice, no matter how sharp it gets, and of course mother nature has a say in it all, so what's the point in asking questions like this?

"You want to know about my family? Uh...sure, why not? I guess...but this is getting weird." Though the litter she was born in consisted of just a single kit, this wasn't the first time her parents had kits. Her mother, Shadowface, though loner in origin, has lived in the Clan long enough to gain the trust of everyone, and the devoted love of Howlwind, her father. Before Larkpaw was born, Shadowface and Howlwind gave birth to a single Tom, Muddypath. Muddypath, though he is older, does love to tease his little sister often. Aside from that, there isn't much else to say as Shadowface's parents are unknown and Howlwind's parents have died long ago. Larkpaw knows of only two cousins she has, and she's only faintly related to them. Their names are Ashenbrook and Nightpaw.

More information to be added as time goes on/I become less lazy.

[panacea.]

"Snakepaw, if you really must know." This young tom received his name in memory of his father who died the day his son was born. Now, most would assume he'd be given the same prefix or suffix. Not Snakepaw. His mother, twisted by grief, named her son after the very creature that slew Stormcrow. An adder, to be specific. Now he has to bear the burden of being constantly reminded of the father he never knew. Another reason behind the origin of his prefix is for the colour of his eyes, the very same vibrant green as the scales of an adder.

"My age? That would be ten moons, and counting."
Snakepaw has been in this world for ten moons, and has already lost his kit-like appearance. He was not the only member of his litter, having one sibling - Crowpaw. The tom is currently the oldest apprentice in the clan and is fast approaching adulthood.

"I can't see why you would ask such a question." Every part of him from his ears to his tail-tip screams masculine. Though young, Snakepaw has already developed a more prominently muscled figure and is taller than most his age.

"My family? Dead - most of them, anyway." The absence of a permanent father figure has taken its toll on the apprentice. His mother would take on new mates, but they came and went along with the seasons. With no-one to teach him right from wrong, Snakepaw turned into a rebel without a cause, havoc trailing a path in his wake. Crowpaw, his younger sister, can do little to influence him. Their mother died around the first few moons of their apprenticeship, in a fox attack. He received his older brother, Stonetooth, as a mentor in the hope he would be able to rein the delinquency we have come to recognize as Snakepaw.