Voices in the Wind -Remake(Warriors) 1x1 Nebelung and Alpha*

[Alpha*]

Plot;

A small group of cats have come together to better their chances of survival. But a cry for help is carried on the wind, and the cats have to decide whether they should endanger themselves for cats that may not even exist.

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A warrior cat rp.

We will follow the rules

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Rules

-All Tess's rules apply
-No being your own Mate or Mentor
-No forced breeding/Mating
-Timeskip or Fade to black when Mating/Birthing, or take it to PM if you desire
-Don't kill someone else cat(s) without asking the owner first
-All cats have to die at some point, and any who do will go to Starclan, or the Dark Forest
-When talking in OOC (Out of Character) Use (e.g) {e.g} or [e.g] Please
-Please don't fight in OOC
-This Rp Is not Semi-Literate, but please write at least a line ^^

Have fun! ^^
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Glossary

Crow-food: rotting food
Fox dung: an insult; stronger offense then mouse-brain
Fresh-kill: recently killed prey
Gatherings: a meeting the clan will have every full moon to discuss what’s done and not done and so on.
Greencough: severe chest infection, which can be fatal in elders and young kits
Greenleaf: summer
Greenleaf Twolegplace:a place where humans visit only in the summer
Halfbridge: dock
Horseplace: fields and stables near the lake where half-tamed cats live
Housefolk: a house cat’s word for human
Kittypet: a house cat
Leaf-bare: winter
Leaf-fall: autumn/fall
Loner: a cat that lives peacefully on its own in one place but doesn’t defend its territory
Monster: usually refers to human machines such as bulldozers or cars
Moonhigh: the time at night when the moon is highest — often midnight
Mouse-brained: not very smart
Mouse dung: an insult; stronger then mouse-brain, but less offensive than fox dung
Newleaf: spring
Nofurs: another word for humans
One moon: one month (half moon = two weeks, quarter moon = one week)
Rogue: a potentially hostile cat who lives outside the Clan and never spends too long in one place
Sharing tongues: term used to describe cats grooming each other
Silverpelt: the Milky Way
Sun-drown-place: the sea to the west, where the sunsets
Sunhigh: noon
Thunderpath: a road
Tree-eater: a bulldozer
Twoleg nest: human house
Twolegplace: human town
Twolegs: the Clan word for humans
Upwalkers: another word for humans
Whitecough: mild chest infection
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The Warrior Code

1. Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan.
2. Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory.
3. Elders, Queens, and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. If any warrior or apprentice is sick, they may eat while the elders, queens, and kits are eating.
4. Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
5. A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.
6. Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.
7. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice.
8. The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies or retires.
9. After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.
10. Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.
11. No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan.
12. The word of the Clan leader is law.
13. An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his/her battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or it is necessary for self-defense.
14. A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet.
15. Medicine cats may not have a mate or kits.

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Herbs/ Plants


Poppy seeds - used to numb pain
Cobwebs - used to stop bleeding
Feverfew - used to cool feverish cats and treat head pain
Borage leaves - used to treat fevers
Marigold - used to treat infection and heal wounds and sores
Horsetail - used to treat infected wounds
Burdock root - used to treat infections, especially rat bites
Chervil (root) - used to treat infections
Wild garlic - rolling in this can help to keep out infection
Coltsfoot - used to treat kittencough
Catnip - used to treat blackcough, whitecough, and greencough, and can help to relax a cat
Chickweed - used to help treat greencough
Tansy - used to treat coughs
Thyme - used to calm a cat
Camomile - used to calm a cat
Juniper berries - used to treat bellyache
Chervil - used to treat bellyache
Water mint - used to treat bellyache
Daisy leaves - used to treat aching joints
Comfrey - used to treat broken bones
Nettle leaves - used to treat swelling
Celadine - used to treat ailments of the eyes
Snakeroot - used to counter poison
Honey - used to treat sore throats
Mouse bile - used to remove parasites from a cat's coat
Dock leaves - used to make a cat's coat slippery
Yarrow - used to make a cat vomit and expel poisons from the body
Deathberries (yew) - of no medicinal value; bright scarlet berries that can kill a cat if they are not expelled quickly enough
Nightshade - of no medicinal value; much the same as yew
Alder Bark: The bark is used to treat cats who get toothaches, and the pain may heal.
Beech Leaves: Medicine cats use beech leaves to carry herbs around.
Blackberry Leaves: These leaves are chewed into a pulp to treat bee stings.
Borage Leaves: It is easily distinguished by its small blue or pink star-shaped flowers and hairy leaves. When it is chewed and eaten by nursing queens, it produces more, better milk. It also brings down fevers.
Burdock Root: Tall stemmed thistle with a sharp smell and dark leaves. When the root is dug up and the soil is washed off it, it is chewed into a pulp, and put on wounds inflicted by rats to keep them from becoming infected. Can also be used on infected rat bites to lessen and heal the pain.
Catmint/Catnip: A leafy and delicious-smelling plant. They are rarely found in the wild, and are mostly found in Twoleg gardens. Best remedy for the deadly greencough, which kits and elders usually catch in the season of leaf-bare. It is also the best remedy for less deadly Whitecough.
Celandine: This herb can be used to soothe the eyes if ever damaged.
Chamomile: A small, white flower with a yellow center, this herb can be used to strengthen the heart and soothe the mind.
Chervil: A sweet smelling plant with large, spreading, leafy, fern like leaves and small white flowers. The juice of the leaves can be used for infected wounds, and chewing the root also helps with bellyache
Chickweed: Like catmint/catnip, it can be used to treat greencough though often times catmint is much preferred.
Cobwebs: Very common in the forest, put it on a wound to soak up and stop (or slow) the bleeding. It may also be used to bind broken bones.
Coltsfoot: A flowering, dandelion-like plant with yellow or white flowers. The leaves are chewed into a pulp, and given to cats with difficulty breathing or a cough. It also can be used to treat kitten-cough, as well as cracked or sore pads.
Comfrey: Large leaves and small shaped flowers, which range in color from pink, white, or purple. Its fat, black-colored roots, when chewed into a poultice, can be used to repair broken bones or to soothe wounds.
Daisy Leaf: Thick, dark green, oval shaped leaves. Chewed into a paste, it can help aching joints.
Dandelions: The white liquid inside the stem is used forbeestings. Its roots can also be chewed to act like poppy seeds.
Dock: Similar to sorrel, the leaves can be chewed up and applied to soothe scratches, although it may sting when being applied to a wound, and it has a very tangy scent and taste.
Dried Oak Leaf: Most readily available in autumn/leaf-fall, the leaves are stored in a dry place, and can stop infection when applied.
Feverfew: Small bush with flowers like a daisy. The leaves can be eaten to reduce body temperature, especially cats with fever or chills. Also heals aches and headaches.
Goldenrod: A tall, plant with bright, yellow flowers. When chewed into a poultice, it is good for healing wounds.
Heather Flower: It can be included in herbal mixtures, to make it easier to swallow.
Honey: A tasteless golden-colored liquid that is created by bees. While difficult to obtain without being stung, it is great for soothing infections, sore throats, or cats who have breathed smoke. Also helps cats swallow other medicine. It is given to cats using wads of moss soaked in it.
Horsetail: A tall, bristly-stemmed plant that grows in marshy areas. The leaves can be chewed into a poultice, and applied to infected wounds to help treat them.
Ivy Leaf: Some medicine cats use ivy leaves to store herbs.
Juniper Berries: Juniper berries grow on a bush with dark green, spiky leaves. The berries are purple in color, and can soothe bellyaches, give strength, and help troubled breathing. It is also used to help calm cats.
Lamb's Ear: Commonly found in the mountains, this herb gives a cat strength.
Lavender: A small, purple, flowering plant that cures fever and chills.
Mallow: The leaves are best collected at sunhigh, when they are dry. It soothes a cat's belly.
Marigold: A low-growing flower that is bright orange or yellow in color. The petals or leaves can be chewed into a pulp and applied to wounds as a poultice to stop infection. It could be used to treat rat bites, but it's sometimes not strong enough.
Mouse Bile: Extracted from the mouse. The only remedy for ticks, mouse bile is foul smelling, and is stored in moss. When dabbed on a tick, the tick falls off. Smell can be masked by wild garlic, or by washing paws in running water. If accidentally swallowed, can leave a horrible taste in mouth for days. Medicine cats always have to remember to wash their paws in a body of water, such as a creek or stream, after using mouse bile.
Nettle Seed: Green, spiny seeds. Like yarrow, can be used if a cat has swallowed poison.
Parsley: Stops a queen from producing milk if her kits die, don't need milk anymore, or are producing too much milk.
Poppy Seeds: Small black seeds that are shaken out of a dried poppy flower head. They can put a cat to sleep, or soothe shock and distress, but is not recommended for nursing queens. They are given by wetting the paw, pressing on them, causing them to stick to the paw, and then having the sick or injured cat lick them off. Another method is to place them on a leaf, and have the sick or injured cat lick them off there. They also help soothe pain.
Ragwort Leaves: Crushed and mixed into a poultice with juniper berries, it can help aching joints. It can also be used to keep a cat's strength up.
Ragweed: Like lamb's ear, this herb, commonly found in the mountains, gives a cat strength.
Raspberry Leaves: A herb used in kittings, it could be a painkiller, or to help stop bleeding during the kitting.
Rush: This herb is used to bind broken bones. It has long narrow leaves and lavender colored head stalks.
Stinging Nettle: The leaves, when applied to a wound, can bring down swelling. The spiny green seeds can be given to a cat who has been poisoned by crowfood, Twoleg waste, or other toxic objects.
Snakeroot: The best remedy for poison, especially for snake bites.
Tansy: The tansy plant has round, yellow leaves, and a very sweet and strong smell, making it good at disguising a cat's scent. It is used for curing coughs, but must be eaten in small doses.
Tormentil: This root is good for all wounds and expelling poison. It has a strong romantic scent to it and a sharp aste.
Thyme: This herb can be eaten to calm nervousness, anxiety, and cats who are in shock.
Traveling Herbs: Traveling Herbs consists of sorrel, daisy, chamomile and burnet. Chamomile strengthens hearts, and calms cats. The other herbs' uses are unknown.
Watermint: A green, leafy plant found in streams or damp earth. Usually chewed into a pulp and fed to cats with suffering from a bellyache.
Wild Garlic: When rolled in, it can help prevent infection. Especially good for rat bites. Due to its strong smell, it is good at hiding the scent of a certain Clan, and disguising cats on raids.
Willow Bark: This bark serves as a painkiller.
Yarrow: A flowering plant whose leaves can be made into a poultice, and applied to wounds to extract poison. Also will make a cat vomit. The ointment of yarrow can also be used to soften and help heal cracked paw pads.

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Time/Seasons

Leaf-bare - the season of winter
Newleaf - the season of spring
Greenleaf - the season of summer
Leaf-fall - the season of autumn
Quarter-moon - a week
Moon - a 28-day period (one full moon to another), a month
Moonhigh - 12 o'clock a.m. (midnight)
Sunhigh - 12 o'clock p.m. (noon)

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Measurements

Mouselength- Around an inch
Kittenstep - less than an inch
Rabbitlength/Taillength - Around a foot
Foxlength - Around a yard

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Ranks/Names

Leader - the cat who leads a Clan
Deputy - the cat who is second-in-command to the Clan leader
Medicine cat - a cat who is trained specifically in the ways of healing
Warrior - a cat trained in the ways of combat; warriors defend, hunt for, and fight for their Clan
Apprentice - a cat who is in training to become a warrior or medicine cat
Queen - a she-cat expecting or nursing kits
Kit - a kitten
Elder - a retired warrior or medicine cat
Kittypet - a house cat; the term can also be used as an insult
Loner - a cat who is neither owned by humans or part of a Clan
Rogue - like a loner but causes the Clans distress or problems
Twoleg - a human
Fresh-kill - freshly caught prey
Crowfood - rotting, dead prey
Gathering - a meeting that the Clans hold in peace when the moon is at its fullest
Moonstone, Moonpool - a place where medicine cats and leaders meet and share dreams with StarClan
Silverpelt - the large swath of stars in the sky; StarClan is represented by Silverpelt
Thunderpath - a road, more specifically, a highway
Monster - a human vehicle (cars, trucks, motorcycles, etc)
Halfbridge - a dock
Twoleg nest - a human house
Twolegplace - a human town
Greenleaf Twolegplace - a place where humans visit only in the summer (a resort, etc)
Horseplace - a horse ranch or stables
Healer - a loner's or rouges's medicine cat
Wanderer - Cat who often travels

[Alpha*]

My Characters

(Great! <3)

--- ☆ FallenRains ☆ ---


Warrior Cat's Name: FallenRains
Warrior Cat's Gender: Male
Crush:
Kits:
Mate:
Rank: Loner... to ....
Clan: LostClan

Age: about 28 moons

Looks: (I can't do photos, sorry) he is a silvery gray color - with odd patterns, and blue eyes. He has extra toes (polydactyl), and a fluffy tail. He is a silver cat with lighter and darker markings in white and gray, tending to blend into his surroundings. He looks dead, like StarClan. His eyes are blue, and the male cat has extra toes (polydactyl). Though short - plush - coated he has long fur on his tail and tufts on his ears.

Skills: Fallen - as he prefers to be called - was trained as a medicine cat before he came to the Clan. He much prefers to fight, and is very good at both. Unfortunately, his hunting skills are practically nonexistent. Starclan still uses him once in a while, he's willing to use his herbal knowledge for the good of the Clan. He is always willing to lend a paw.

Furthermore ~

History: A moon or two after he was born he was abandoned, and he was taken in by a group of Rouges who wanted fighters. There, he learned how to fight and be deadly, skills which he uses. One day he was angered over the killing of kits and he 'snapped' and killed the leaders of the rouges, effectively disbanding them.
From then, he traveled, through human places where he used his skills as a killer - selling those skills - to the highest bidder (per se). After a while he was injured, badly, and a tomcat took him in - named Rook - who taught him that violence isn't always the answer. Fallen was taught to heal, and to hunt prey - not just cats or other predators - he lived for a while in a barn with Rook. Took a mate and had kits there, until a fox came in one day while he was out and killed the litter of three. His mate, Bird, tried to fight the fox and lost (she had been Rooks daughter, but had been raised as a kittypet). She died. When Rook died not long after nearing eleven years old Fallen walked away. He traveled again, this time healing as well as hurting. When he came across the clan he joined wholeheartedly, not because he is tired of fighting, but because he felt it would be the best place for him. Hes tired of being alone. Felt that they would need him, in ways that the other places would not.. He came in the winter, bearing fresh kill and herbs to buy passage into the clan. He travels where he wills, or at least he did, and where he is Directed.

And: FallenRains is a cat who killed when he was told to, and healed when he could. One may say he is heartless, but it is a facade meant to protect himself. Having a soft spot for kits and a dislike for authorities he tends to rub others the wrong way.. that's not to say he is outright disrespectful, he will listen, but should he choose he will still do things his own way. Once, he had a mate, Bird She and their kits died, leaving him heartbroken. He traveled alone for two years and finally joined the clan sometime in the winter. He has a vendetta against fox.

Personality: Fallen is quiet, and often looked to for advice - much like WhiteStorm. He has a soft spot for kits, and an aversion to authority. As such, he will listen to what you have to say, and may or may not argue.... before going and doing his own thing. While he has a tendency to react rather than act he thinks fast and will often change his answer while speaking. He is well trusted in his clan, but avoided by those who don't take the time to get to know him. Under his cold veneer he is charming and sweet, shy and kind and extremely uncomfortable with public speaking. He often lends a paw without being asked, usually taking time to entertain kits even when he is bone tired. FallenRains is loyal and charismatic when he chooses to be, he is always one to listen and give advice when asked.

Oddities: FallenRains prefers to reside in trees, hunting, traveling and fighting from them
Other: he has no family to speak of, though he is fiercely protective of his clanmates.

Last Thing: oddly, he has little to no scent of his own, and what is his scent comes off as ... intoxicating

(Hope that's OK.. and makes sense)
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--- ♧ Moss ♧ ---


[b] Name: Moss (will be MossBlossom)
Rank: Queen
Age: 27 moons
Clan:

Mate: n/a
Kits: noooo

Looks: She is a calico pelted cat, green eyes, medium long hair. She has no claws in her front paws
Her thick coat is unusually fluffy and soft with somewhat curled but mostly just messy looking whiskers to match. This leaves her with a somewhat unkempt look no matter how recently she's groomed. Her round head, moderately squished muzzle, and stocky (short!!) build give her the appearance of being even chubbier than she already is due to being born to kittypets. She's also extremely small!

History: She was a kittypet, who wasn't treated well by the people, so she escaped with her mother who died shortly thereafter, as a kit. She was rescued by CloudedPaw and raised in WindClan as a foundling kit. But when the clan changed leadership so did the clan change, into something cruel. She had a mentor, FrogLeap, who was very unkind. The clan did nothing about it, and it was very much a surprise when she became a warrior. She was stolen by the humans shortly after that when rescuing her leaders' mate FoxMoon. Then, she lost her claws and found a mate - Fang (a loner, in a colony, in the city, cruel group (FallenRains killed the leaders and many of the worst followers)) who died from a monster hitting him. She was also hit and lost their kits. Later she made her way back to the clans only to see them destroyed. She entered the city only to run back into FallenRains who'd gone in and out of her life when she needed him most. They ran into a pair of cats from the loner group, friends of MossBlossom (and Fang) - where our story starts.

Personality: She can be a bit of a worry wart over some things but she attempts to keep that, and pretty much all of her more negative emotions, bottled up. She tries to remain positive for the sake of others as best but all this bottling of emotion may run the risk of her suddenly breaking down over some small, insignificant thing. She can be a bit of a chatterbox, especially when she's feeling particularly nervous or uneasy, and she dislikes being alone. She's benevolent and gentle by nature and will generally try to see the good in others and give them the benefit of the doubt.

Some Strengths: nurturing and caring for others, keeping moral up (or at least trying to), fishing

Some Weaknesses: she really can't hunt land prey, lower than average battle skill and a strong dislike of violence that may have her refusing to fight depending on circumstances. She has no front claws.

Her scent is one of honey and warm bread and moss.
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--- ♡ HoneyGlow♡ ---


Rank: Warrior
Age: 19 Moons
Gender: Female

Looks: She is a black cat with golden markings (rosettes) and beautiful heterochromia eyes of amber and gold.

History: As a kit she was dropped by an eagle or hawk into the clans territory. She was adopted by another Warrior named SageStep and raised as his daughter in ThunderClan. They looked remarkably alike, with his eyes green and his pelt solid black. She - ever since she was a kit - wanted to be a warrior and she's been developing a desire to be a mother.

Personality: she's a serious cat, who takes every task as a mission with a thirst to prove herself. She's not the best fighter around, but she's a fast runner and swimmer and hunter. She's a bit forgetful, but loves others even when it's apparent that they are using her. Eager to please.

Crush:
Mate: Nope
Kin: No


---> FallenRains is my main character, I'll play him the most. <---

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Mothkit (paw, flight)


Fox red Somali kit, medium sized (as an adult between 6 and 7lbs) with a muscular body, long and muscular legs, and a modified wedge-shaped head. His medium-length fur is longer around the neck, on his rear legs, and on his elegant, plumed tail. His almond-shaped eyes are gray

Moth is actually a fox-kit! Only when he was found MossBlossom thought he was a kitten. Still that lovely red coated baby, who will eventually have grey eyes.
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----> MallowKit (paw, storm)

She was born all black... but... by the time she is an apprentice she will be showing white marks (she has vitiligo!) Her eyes are a pale green to yellow in color. She is long limbed and lythe. Very thin but slender and elegant. Her pelt is short, except at her elbows/knees where it's tufts.

She and Moth are raised together, she has a fierce love for her brother.

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Name; WillowRidge


Rank: Elder Warrior
Looks: ray-brown tabby with white spots (like snowflakes) on one side of his face, orange eyes, long coat
Gender; Male
Age; 56 moons

History; Umm... once was a deputy,now serves as a RiverClan warrior due to the fact that so many clan members are missing

Other; Has no tail due to a humans' trap he was shoved into while playing with other apprentices.


Personality; He doesn't always think before he speaks, may make blunt comments, and has a sarcastic, sometimes crude sense of humor that not everyone appreciates. All of this has a tendency to make him seem rude or even cruel. He isn't particularly selfish or mean spirited but he will always place the well being of himself and his companions over that of strangers even if that means actively harming in some way. He would also be willing to make difficult decisions if nobody else is and do whatever needs to be done to ensure survival. So long as it is within his physical capabilities. He gets lonely easily and his complaints may occasionally just be a way to get attention from others.

Some Strengths: wisdom maybe? but that wisdom is probably questionable. he's still pretty strong despite his lack of tail. He is a great tracker.

Some Weaknesses: not the fastest cat around, clumsy, not very socially skilled. Very impatient.

Past: he has lived his entire life in his clan. He was a loyal warrior who gave his everything to the clan but he was also known to let his temper get the better of him, often ending up in scraps that a more charismatic cat could have easily avoided. After his parents' death when he was a young warrior, he has had no known kin and never chose to take a mate or have kits. He was regarded with respect by the clan, especially as he grew older and became their oldest living member, and has quite a bit of worthwhile knowledge he's picked up over the years that the clan would occasionally rely on but was still often avoided by others due to his ill temper.

When his clan fell on hard times he, as an elder, left so that he'd be one less mouth to feed.

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LightningStrike

Warrior Cat's
Gender: Male
Age: 27 moons
Crush:
Kits:
Mate:
Apprentice, Kit, Warrior: Warrior
Mentor:
Apprentice:
Looks: Imagine if you will a white pelted cat... now, give that cat a golden hue, with reddish and grey stripes/ markings and blue eyes. He's tall and lean, with no tail (manx), and a medium short, plush coat. He has a lightning fisure scar along the left side of his body.
History: He grew up as a warrior... but from another clan. He was called AdderStrike before, but that was before he appeared to be struck by lightning as an Apprentice. He left his previous clan because he was lonely. After his near death experience his clanmates wouldn't talk to him.
Personality: Strike, as he prefers to be called, is comfortable - loyal and kind and funny. He loves pulling pranks. He jokes that the Slight shock you get occasionally is StarClans warning label for him, but all his jokes try to cover his own insecurities.

When WillowRidge left he left too, he intends to go back but the elder needs to be attended to.

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[Nebelung]

Name: Sheriff
Gender: tom
Age: 68 moons
Crush:
Kits:
Mate:
Looks: A ragged-furred pointed tom with blue eyes and a shredded muzzle.
History: He had been born to a kittypet that kept him a secret from her twolegs. He grew learning how to hide well and stay out of sight. Once he was an adult, he set out on his own, fighting for respect. If cats give him respect, he will give them respect.
Personality: A charming tom with a protective presence once you get to know him. But don't be fooled. He's clever and fierce, and ready to take what he believes he is due.

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Name: Sylvard
Gender: tom
Age: 40 moons
Crush:
Kits:
Mate:
Looks: a smooth, soft-furred, tabby point tom with frosty blue eyes and distinctive white marks.
History: Born a son of Sheriff, Sylvard learned a lot from him.
Personality: genuine, cautious, and curious. He strives to learn all he can and use his knowledge to help others.

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Name: Short-tail
Gender: she'cat
Age: 24 moons
Crush:
Kits:
Mate:
Looks: A pretty white and ginger tabby she'cat with warm amber eyes. Her tail was bitten off in a dog attack and goes by Short-tail now.
History: She had been born among a small group of rogues that travels about as the seasons change. When she was half a year old, she journeyed too far from the group and wound up being attacked by a dog, which cost her part of her tail.
Personality: Fiery, and she challenges order repeatedly.

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Name: Mouser
Gender: she'cat
Age: 34 moons
Crush:
Kits:
Mate:
Looks: a dusty dark brown tabby point she'cat with yellow eyes and a yellow collar.
History: one of the members that lives with Short-tail's group, she has been exposed to the ups and downs as living like a rogue.
Personality: stern and protective, but she can be pleasant once she knows she can trust you.

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[Nebelung]

Sheriff tilted his head to one side, his tattered ear folding down slightly. "The No-furs? Taking kits?"

He supposed that was always a possibility, if the kits weren't careful... But that was always a risk, anywhere cats went.

Wasn't it?

He looked towards the two kits, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied one of them. "Look, Moss... Look at me. I've spent a long time here. And most of mess unharmed." He offered her a playful jab before he fluffed his fur. "If you plan to stay until the kits are old enough to travel, I feel better knowing that much."

But to follow another so blindly... When little lives are at stake...

He turned his torn muzzle towards the direction Fallen had gone. "I'll trust your judgement, for now. After all you do know him better than I do. I'll help, too. As long as you need me to." His gaze rested on the sleeping pile of kits.

It was easy to remember his own son when he had been that age...

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Meanwhile, approaching the edge of the city was a young pointed tom. He was moving from bush to bush to stay out of sight and line of the rain. He blinked at the passersby, unaware of the lurking dangers nearby.

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Fallen

He feels the familiar directional tug of the dead and sighs tiredly; but, obedient, he hops down from his vantage point and pads around until he is at the entrance of the den. Poking his head in her mews to the pair of adult cats. "Gotta head off, be back by dawn, got Called." Is spoken to Moss with concern. He really doesn't want to leave her with this stranger who calls himself Sheriff. "Youre safe here, tonight." is promised. Whiskers drip as he dips his head to the older tomcat and then as lightning flashes he is gone like he'd never existed.

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Moss

The queen adjusts Mothkit carefully so he is covered completely by her tail and sheltered from the cold. Mallowkit mewls something incomprehensible and she licks her ears affectionately twice and they both settle. Her head lifts at the return of Fallen and she nods at his words, "be safe," is answered, "we will be here." Where else is there to go? Why would she leave in the stormy night?

Her attention turns back to Sheriff as he speaks and finally she attempts to put his fears to rest. "Thank you for ... for trusting my judgement." Is said at long last, flicking an ear to the sound of thunder, totally at ease. "And thank you, for being willing to help me, us." Her smile is genuine as she casts it on the fluffy - if wet - cat. "He and I already planned to stay in the two-leg place until the kits were older, closer to eight moons, if we could.. and if there was both safety and food. Promise. "

[Nebelung]

Sheriff looked up as Fallen announced his sudden departure.

A tom leaving behind kits. Where's he heard that one before? he couldn't help but ponder bitterly. But he chose to give Fallen the benefit of the doubt. "Called?"

Sheriff looked at Moss skeptically. "I didn't hear anything," he muttered gruffly. "Unless he's getting called to make dirt." He shook his head before settling to begin washing the water from his pelt. It wouldn't due to get himself sick, after all. "I'm happy to help anyone who's willing to take it. When this storm passes, I'll look for more prey. That squirrel won't keep us sated that long."

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The pale pointed tabby was crouched beneath a sleeping monster, muttering quietly to himself. Beneath him was what looked to be the remains of an old blackbird, its feathers spiked up from the rain. He was staring ahead at an old shack, ears pricked.

The scent of his catch overpowered the scent of danger wreathing around him — the scent of dogs, loose from their No-furs and ready for the taste of cat.

[Alpha*]

MossBlossom "Mossy / Moss"

"He always comes back, when Called." She murmurs steadily. "Sometimes it takes a little while, but he always keeps his promises. He always returns." But is it hers to say? Fell DID give her permission. He practically ordered her to. She inhales before speaking, "you... you've heard that clan cats believe - believed in StarClan, right?" The queen is eyeing him, watching his reaction, "or the Tribe of Endless Hunting, or the um, the ways of Leaf and Star, those who follow the Burning Sands?" Her voice is calm, green eyes fixated on him as she feels the kits begin to nurse once again. Can they really be that hungry or are they looking for comfort?

"Fell, he -" she clears her throat self-conciously, "Fallen is led by them, knows things he shouldn't, some think he's crazy, think he's a freak with the things he can do through them.. but i- I've seen it. Seen him do things." She isn't sure he will believe her, will think she's fooled or a freak but she's being truthful.

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FallenRains

He follows them; their nudges and whispers. He follows the prompts as fast as he can, until breath burns as it leaves his lungs - steaming in the rain and air.

He doesn't question, this time, as they yell for him to Hurry up! of all things, like his legs could move faster. Suddenly the scent of wet hounds fills his nostrils and he knows. Blue eyes catch the lightning reflecting off the sleeping monsters' eyes and where they harness the sun. The silver cat doesn't waste time on yelling a warning to whomever it is out here. Doesn't waste the breath to hiss either. Instead he leaps when he is told and he slides beneith the monster.... and between the cat he doesnt know- whom the dead insist is important - and the three dogs' slavering maws. "Run!" Is spat, "tree!" And without pause he immediately lashes out, pulling twisted incredibly sharp claws through a nose and a cheek and fully gaining the dogs' attention in the hope that they won't chase the other ----

[Nebelung]

Sheriff stared at the she-cat as though she had two heads; which would have made more sense than the words coming from her mouth right now. He was quiet for a moment, as though slowly registering what it was she'd told him. "Who...?"

He'd heard of Clan cats, sure. But StarClan? A Tribe of Endless... Burning Sands? He shook his head slightly. "These... 'cats', they speak to him? How? What do they, uh, tell him?"

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The tom looked up just as a mottled, soaked form of a cat darted between him and the flash of snapping dog jaws. "What--" is all the tom can breathe before he registers the threat that's surrounding them. His prey is lost in the rolling waters beneath his paws, but as the cat before him slashes at a dog's muzzle, his lost prey is the last thing on his mind.

Sylvard's eyes stretch wide at the cat's demand and he turns to flee, only to skid to a halt and look back at him. He couldn't just leave this cat here to deal with this... So he jumped out from beneath the monster and yowled before springing up onto the top of it. Its hardened pelt is slick with rainwater, making it difficult to stand on. But he pulled himself up and spat at the dogs. "Quick! Up here! They can't reach you up here!"

[Alpha*]

Moss

His skepticism makes her chest hurt for the silver cat whom isn't even there to defend himself. "Their ancestors." She mews, "up in the silver pelt," There's a nod towards the roof of the swan-box, intended for the sky. "That's what many groups of cats believe, that the dead watch and guide us." She pauses, "met a few, when i became a warrior all those moons ago, at the moon stone." And the wonder of it! She'd been so astonished that the dead were really there. So amazed that it was true, she can remember it oh-so-clearly, like it was only yesterday.

She remembers her paws slipping into pawprints carved from wear from those long dead. She remembers the electric feeling of touching the moonstone with her nose and the biting cold when she came too --

"I think he sees 'em, even when awake. Hears 'em, when awake, too." He, unlike any medicine cat ever had been in any story she'd ever heard. "Never outright asked him, you see, but if you're around him for any time - a few days maybe - you'll see the signs. Looking at something that isn't there... ears flicking to catch conversation, soft words -" her whiskers twitch, guessing at what he must be thinking. Still, it's the truth.

And then he asks what they tell her closest friend. And truthfully she doesn't know... but she guesses. "Remember how I said that he's always where he needs to be most, when he's most needed?" The queen continues speaking, "i imagine they tell him where to go, how and when. How to save other cats, how to kill 'em, cuz you've never seen him fight, but i imagine that they help him with that too."

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FallenRains "Fallen/ Fell"

The ghost doesn't look as he cajoles the dogs through violence under the monster. Relief clutches his throat when the other cat runs but the sensation is soon gone as the other defies his order to climb a tree and instead climbs the monster. These dogs are smart, are strong and big -

He hears the dead say they know how to climb the monsters -- "yes they can!" Claws connect again and he lunches backwards away from the snap of long fangs, almost too late - another dog tooth snags, in his forearm this time --

A silent snarl finds his muzzle, chest and legs and chin coated in blood that isn't his. "Seen 'em. Tree!" He's out from underneath now, and they're crawling in their bellies to reach him, snarling and making noise. "Tree, now!" Is demanded irrevrantly as the firsts' shoulders come out from underneath the Sudan. "Go!" He backs up from the dangers. "Behind you. "

[Nebelung]

"He... hears dead cats?" Sheriff couldn't help but question almost incredulously. He wanted to trust in her faith in this cat. But the more she said about him, the more he was hearing that made him uncomfortable with the idea of leaving her and these kits alone with him.

But as he gave it some thought, he couldn't help but recall similar stories his son had told him; how he knew cats who could see and hear things beyond what others could. That they helped tend to the Clans they lived among.

But he'd believed then they were stories... Simple kitten-tales. There's no way there was actual truth to this...

"Moss," he mewed, his voice low and almost crackly. "I'd like to believe this. Truthfully, I would. But... It just doesn't seem right. Doesn't sound even plausible." He rasped his tongue over his scarred muzzle, his tattered ears twitching. Had these... what, ghost-cats, been around when he'd needed them? Had they simply followed him around and /watched/ as he earned his scars? Experienced his tragedies?

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Sylvard's frosty blue eyes were stretched wide. He'd seen them climb monsters?

Hearing enough, he turn and fled, leaping from the top of the monster toward the direction of the nearest tree. His paws hit the pavement with a muffled slap that earned the attention of several of the dogs. But he only raced on, darting towards the tree and launching himself up its trunk. He felt a dog's jaws snap shut a whisker's length from his tabby tail before he hauled himself up out of its reach, and he snaked along the spindly branches toward safety.