PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan

[Morningpaw11]

Name: Snowflower
Gender: she-cat
Age: 16 moons
Clan: FireClan
Rank: med. cat apprentice???
Mentor/Apprentice: Jayscar?
Kin: Mistcloud (Sun)
Mate: none
Kits: none
Appearance: beautiful white she-cat with blue eyes.
Personality(Optional):
History: was born in SunClan but was moved to FireClan.
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: yeah
Other:cookies

Name: Mistcloud
Gender: she-cat
Age: 16 moons
Clan: SunClan
Rank: warrior
Mentor/Apprentice: Can I have one of Petalcloud's kits?
Kin: Snowflower(sister)
Mate: none
Kits: none
Appearance: blue-gray she-cat with green eyes and a white tail-tip and front paws.
Personality(Optional):
History: sister was moved to FireClan and now Mistcloud is sad.
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: yeah
Other:cookies
Are these good?

[catdoq]

(( I'm not one of the...mods but before they see it you might wanna read the rules ^^'' ))

( Sorry for not posting with this :U )

[Tinkpetz]

(I missed you guys! But I have been so busy and depressed and etc. lately that I caught the deadly disease...Writer's Block! And it was real WB, worse than I've ever had it before. It was disheartening. Not to mention my lack of time... Anyways, glad to be back for whatever period of time I am back for.
I'm sorry Willow! 3= Nuuu, don't go hide in a cardboard box. You'll catch HIV! xD Because it totally works that way... o.O *Giggles* Your singing was very much enjoyed. ^-^ Lol ((Gasp! I just used chatspeak! Everyone document this moment, because I doubt it will ever happen again. XD))
Thank you for editing your form, Morningpaw. ((And thanks for pointing it out, Silver. C;)) Your cats are accepted. Right now they would be at camp with their respective clanmates. Not much happening there currently. It should be pretty easy to jump in.)

FireClan

Flameheart padded sullenly beside Firedawn and Silverclaw through the stuffy FireClan jungle. It was especially humid today, making the ginger tom feel more like a WaterClan cat than anything else. Sweat clung to the three clanmates’ pelts, making them even more uncomfortable. When Silverclaw’s tail shot out as a signal to freeze, Flameheart remembered what he was supposed to be doing. The three cats were the hunting patrol that morning. Snowclaw had sent them out at dawn before running off to the Gathering-place for a meeting. They had had very little success so far, and it was discouraging. Flameheart was tired!

Silverclaw dropped into a hunting crouch, stalking prey Flameheart didn’t bother to search out. A few steps and one pounce later, the young she-cat dropped a plump shrew at Firedawn’s feet. Silently, the tom dug a shallow hole and pushed the shrew inside. Silverclaw patted dirt down over the body and continued walking. Flameheart sighed and followed. Patrolling was so boring.
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Hawkflame poked his head into the nursery, looking for his beloved daughter. Firekit lay curled in a little moss nest, looking like a bird of paradise flower all alone in the middle of the floor. A smile crept to the tom’s lips as he approached the sleeping kit, tiptoeing for fear of waking her up. Firekit was an unusually light sleeper. When Hawkflame was beside the nest, he reached down to lick his daughter’s forehead.

“Rah!” Firekit leapt out of her nest and onto her father’s head. The warrior stumbled in surprise and fell to the ground, imbalanced thanks to the extra weight.

“I got you!” the ginger kit crowed, her blue eyes shining as she tumbled off of her father. Hawkflame laughed good-naturedly.

“I guess you did.” Firekit rolled to her paws, grinning at her father’s response.

“You never get me,” she taunted, waving her white-tipped tail in the air.

“I guess I’ll have to change that.” Hawkflame sprang to his paws and in the direction of his daughter. She squealed with delight and scrambled out of his way and out the entrance of the nursery. The warrior could hear Firekit’s peals of laughter from outside the den.

“I’m gonna get you!”
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Nightfire padded silently along behind Foxflame as he navigated through the cavern. The tom appeared to be brooding, but there was so little light that it was impossible to tell. Besides, Nightfire had her own concerns. What had just happened? Foxflame had jumped down into the cave beside her, she had looked up…and couldn’t look away again. Foxflame couldn’t either; she had seen it in his vibrant green eyes. In fact, they were brighter than ever, almost feverishly bright. What had passed between them, so shocking it had felt like a lightning bolt? Surely they couldn't be- No. She refused to even let such thoughts pass through her mind. But one couldn't help but wonder...

Light streamed through an opening only a few fox-lengths ahead, forcing Nightfire to squint. Foxflame picked up the pace, and Nightfire also felt the exhiliration of freedom almost won. The pair broke through into the open air, both breathing deeply in an attempt to dispel the sour air from their lungs. After a moment, Foxflame turned to face her, steely-eyed and staring at the ground in front of her black paws.

"Go back to camp," he commanded, his voice low and gruff.

"But-"

"Go!" the tom interrupted, anger and despair filling the word. He dashed off into the trees before Nightfire could respond.
Well, that was that. Foxflame didn't want anything to do with her anymore. But ironically, he had been the one to head in the direction of camp, just after commanding her to do so. She couldn't very well follow him, now could she? There was still the opposite
way.

The she-cat began to tread in the direction of the Pine Forest border. No one could bother her there...

AirClan

Stormcall trotted through the hemlock grove, branches hanging down treacherously. WaterClan scent was scarce in this part of the territory. I don't blame them, Stormcall thought as he ducked to avoid a low-hanging bough. Thankfully, the copse was wider than it was thick, and the disheveled tom broke through into open grassland. The familiar scents of his clanmates rushed up to meet him, causing a smile to spread across the tom's face. It didn't take long after that to reach the scattered clump of nests that embodied the AirClan camp. "Pebblestar?" he called out merrily. She had to be somewhere nearby.

Meeting

Brightpaw glanced up fiercely, ready to snap at the warrior who had dared to be so rude to Heathersong, but the LeafClan medicine cat just flicked her tail casually and stepped away from the group. I'd better go now. The apprentice ran her tongue over Ravenkit's fur, frantically trying to smooth it a bit before leaving. If only she had thought of it before. After one last lick, Brightpaw dashed off in the direction of her territory. She would have to go somewhere out of earshot and check back every now and then to see if the kits were ready to come home. Maybe Flowerface would like some burdock root for her stores.
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Dirtpath sat down heavily after gently lowering Lightwhisper to the ground beside her. She had practically had to carry her injured clanmate the whole way there and it had taken forever! Not that she really minded all that much. A little excersize is always good, and getting Lightwhisper up and about was essential to her recovery anyway. After a quick glance, Dirtpath noticed the young warrior's jaws clenched in pain. Her heart went out to Lightwhisper, but it wouldn't do much good in the face of a broken leg.

It appeared they had arrived just in time. All the other clans' chosen cats were present and accounted for, and they were starting to drift back into a more collected group. Heathersong stepped away, obviously wishing to address the cats she had assembled. Dirtpath settled down to listen.
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Heathersong turned to address the cats that had assembled at the base of the Centertree. She was a bit nervous, but a dream she had had the night before contained the information she needed to disclose. Unfortunately, disclosing was the hardest part of this whole dream business. Why did the timid tabby have to be given such a job as LeafClan medicine cat? Curse StarClan! I take it back, I take it back! Enough thinking. It was time to talk. "Thank you all for coming to this meeting. The announcement last night was sudden, and I wouldn't blame you for staying home." Especially those who had injuries. All of them had come. "I have another announcement to make. All of you have been gifted with special powers," she meowed, taking courage from the marvelled expressions of her audience. "They were given with much thought, and are meant to help you in the race to defeat DarkClan. Use them wisely." Heathersong padded up to the first cat, Snowclaw. "Your contradicting essence is very clear in your power. You, Snowclaw, are able to emit both fire and ice from your claws." An interesting power, and seemingly fitting. Heathersong moved on to the apprentice nervously clinging to his deputy's side. "Mudpaw, you were given a ball of fire. It lives inside of you, so all you have to do is all it up. It will provide light and warmth, but it does not burn." Another apprentice sat calmly beside the first, her clear blue eyes as blue as the lake she inhabited. "Whisperpaw, you have a very dangerous power. You can call all the liquid out of any living being within sight." A dangerous power indeed. "Use it carefully," Heathersong added before continuing on to the next cat. "Silvertail. You have been known to melt under pressure. Now you physically can. Becoming a conscious liquid has its advantages." The next warrior gazed up at the LeafClan medicine cat with awestruck eyes. "Shinelight, you definitely have a special light inside of you." Heathersong winked happily. "That light will give you wings." That was all that needed to be said for now. The young AirClan cat would figure it out soon enough. "Gracepaw." So StarClan had chosen a medicine cat apprentice. A smile danced on Heathersong's lips as she spoke. "You, young medicine cat, have been given the gift of influence. You can influence the cats around you to feel any way you want them to." The next cat lay on the ground, having been carried in by her clanmate. Dear Lightwhisper. Heathersong had learned all about the pale female warrior from the EarthClan medicine cat. "Lightwhisper, you often find yourself troubled with visions of things that aren't there. StarClan says no longer. Now your visions will be of the future." It was hardly a blessing, but at least the EarthClan she-cat wouldn't think herself crazy anymore. Dirtpath sat beside her clanmate, seemingly frozen in shock. "Dirtpath, your power is to see through the ground to worlds below. Anything that is made of dirt becomes transparent to your eyes." With a fluttering heart, Heathersong moved on to the next cat in line. Whiterunner. She gulped nervously before opening her mouth to speak. "Whiterunner," she almost couldn't say his name, "you are known for your battle prowess. Now you are able to move faster than your opponents and anticipate their motions." That power was harder to explain. It was more like time slowed down when the tom went into "battle mode". Oh, well. Moving on! Heathersong quickly stepped in front of Islandsong, the other chosen RockClan cat. "Islandsong, you can create a transparent shield with your mind that blocks out other cats' powers. Possibly even Icestar's." Heathersong, having recovered from her previous encounter, looked seriously at the creamy-pelted warrior, hoping she understood the importance of this information. Next! Pinewhisker, the IceClan medicine cat and one of Heathersong's friends. "You, Pinewhisker, have heightened hearing and can detect small noises at a reasonably large distance." The other IceClan cat had night black fur and a bright white star on his forehead. "Nightfall, your star will now absorb all visible light when you command it to do so, making the area you are in pitch black." Both of SunClan's chosen were kits, and they sat alertly, waiting for Heathersong to speak to them. One of them was five moons old. The other was five days. "Ravenkit, StarClan has given you the power to turn invisible. Melodykit, your songs contain your power. However, the effect they have on the world is unpredictable." The kits appeared to be intelligent enough to understand, so Heathersong padded in front of the last two cats, her own clanmates. "Leafshadow, you were given the power to sense any living thing nearby through heat waves. And Jaypaw, you are able to levitate objects with a bit of concentration." The brown tabby cat glided back to her position in front of them all and turned to face them once again. "Learn to use your gifts wisely and skillfully. They all come with dangers and limitations. Especially yours, Whisperpaw and Gracepaw. We are now ready to oppose DarkClan. United we will become the Warriors of the Dawn!"

DarkClan

As Hopeflight padded silently beside Flamefoot, the tight grip Icestar normally kept on her mind relaxed a bit. My own thoughts! My thoughts are my own. Before she allowed them to wander, she needed to get away from Flamefoot.

"Hey, Flamefoot!" The large tom turned in surprise. "If we split up, we'll catch more prey. Meet back here?" He must have picked up on her urgency to move, because he agreed without asking for a further explanation. Hopeflight dashed off to the left and continued for several seconds before sliding to a stop under a large bush. The tabby collapsed on the ground, her violet eyes shining. Bright green eyes were etched into the insides of her eyelids. His eyes. She didn't know the tom's name, or his clan, or his history, or anything about him. She only knew his eyes, and that she loved him. That night of the battle, she had struck Flamefoot over the head, looked up, and been blasted away. One look was all the tom had needed to snatch her heart away. A troubling thought came to the she-cat's mind. Snatching away... Icestar! Hopeflight leapt to her feet, the fur along her spine bristling. If Icestar found out how much she cared for this cat, the wicked ruler would abduct him for sure! That's not going to happen. She only had to push him to the back of her mind and not give Icestar any reason to want to dig deeper than the foremost thoughts. That was possible. Other minions were never bothered by Icestar all that much. Except when she got bored... But that was another story. Nothing would happen to her love. Not if it's the last thing I ever do.

[Arouria]

Meating
Shine light stood on all fours and yowled into the air "We are warriors! Warriors of dawn! We control the path! We shall rise!" A yowl that she didn't even control spilled form her light mouth, "Warriors! We are!" Her light colored pelt shown golden in the sun, as the silvery wind rippled throughout it.

airclan
Pebblestar's mind was corsed with thoughts, she heard someone call out her name she stepped out of her den to see a young Tom standing in front of her, "Do you need something?" she asked sweetly?

(WB on the last one Xp nice to see you back!)

[willowsong12]

((I like your post Tink. *leaps out of box* Never! *Takes out a pad and pen then write Tink use chatspeak on Tuesday, March 1st))
Meeting
Whisperpaw waited paitently to hear her power. Many cats had interesting powers and they were all good. Heathersong reached her and when she was told her power she felt shock ripple through her. The power she possessed scared her and began to wonder if StarClan hadn't made a mistake choosing her for it. No! StarClan knew she would only use it as a last resort. She would never purposefully use it just to kill a cat. Mudpaws cheering interrupted her thoughts. Glancing up she barely heard the last part of Heathersongs speech. Joining Mudpaw she let out a yowl of enouragement.

Islandsong felt suprised but also intriqued. Later, she would try out this new power but only alittle of it. Hearing the others powers it seemed Icestar had alot of trouble coming. She let out a yowl which mingled with the two other apprentices.
((gtg I'll post more later))

[hdmwolf]

(I'm sorry that I haven't been able to post after my last post on this, saying that I didn't die off and forget this RP.
I have a lot of things to do and lately I've been sick (all these excuses D: )
So now I'll get my forms up for this again, even though I feel sad that I won't have Stonefur as deputy or Otterpaw as part of the prophecy... BUT IT IS MY FAULT. So I shall try to join in again. :3

Also, just wondering, do Clans get full, and if so, are any of them full?)

[willowsong12]

EarthClan
Emberclaw got to his paws and padded into the forest. The fresh-kill pile was low and needed restocking. The large ginger tom easily bounded through the tunnel and out into the forest. His forest green eyes shone happily as he padded through the undergrowth. Unknowingly he found himself at the border. Shaking his head he began to walk along it, his tail held high.

[Tinkpetz]

(We would be very glad to have you back, hd! Don't worry, I think we all understand being busy. ;D The clans do get full actually, and if they are, I write CLOSED next to the clan or position on the front page. I can't remember all of them right now or I'd tell you which ones. xD)

AirClan

Stormcall smiled at his leader, still floating on air from his time with Dawnsinger. She's getting better, he reminded himself. "Rainstar sent me back from WaterClan." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt a little embarrassed. "Thank you for letting me go to take care of Dawnsinger." The gray tom shuffled his paws and stared at the ground as he waited for Pebblestar's response.

(Erm... I don't know what else to post. I'm so lame. xD I guess I'll come up with something after school. See you guys!)

[Arouria]

((you are not lame! x3))

Airclan

The gray she-cat smiled at Stormcall, "Well, do-tell, how is she?" She said with a quirky tone, she saw the Tom look a little aquard and shuffle his paws around. Her gaze softened and she said, "it's ok, no need to be inbaresed." She set her tail on his shoulder and asked, "Is there anything else you would like to tell me?"

[major tom]

[[Of course you're not lame, Tink! I most certainly am, however, although that is an entirely different matter altogether. . . At least I could work up the muse to type something at all, but it has way to much fluff. As usual. I'll try to shrink them in the future! x.e
I would love it if you'd return, hd! I'm also sorry that your cats can't be in the prophecy anymore, but at least you'll be able to participate again. Besides, even if your cats aren't chosen, they can still be important. n.n
Damn, who knew I could be an optimist?]]

Meeting
The remainder of the journey was, in general, dreadful. Every fraction of a movement seemed to be executed with the direct purpose to jostle her injured leg and placing her in an even further state of pain than she was already. Lightwhisper was beginning to fall under the hopeless assumption that her leg, which seemed to her that it would never heal after this, would fall under permanent disrepair. She knew that Dirtpath was doing all she could to be gentle with her while making agonizingly slow progress, and the pale-furred she-cat certainly did not blame her for the jolts of pain that sliced throughout her entire body like little bolts of lightning that targeted her previously broken shoulder. She often heard other cats claim that lightning never struck the same place twice. She knew now, without a shred of doubt, that they were most certainly wrong.

Lightwhisper failed to stifle a startled gasp of pain when her leg was jerked again when her struggling companion stumbled slightly over a root although she should have been used to it by then. She was attempting to compensate for her weight as much as she could, but her injury made it difficult to focus on anything else, and it was rather awkward for both of the female felines to navigate with it. She knew that she was somewhat smaller than her fellow EarthClan warrior and not very heavy at all, but brawn was not one of Dirtpath's strengths. They were no RockClan cats. The pair would simply have to remind themselves consistently that they were fortunate to be able to make it to the meeting at all.

Many grunts, heaves, and winces -- not to mention much jostling -- later, the two chosen EarthClan cats somehow made it to Centertree with Lightwhisper in one piece. As to be expected, they were the final chosen cats to arrive at the meeting. She felt the tabby feline's jaws unclamp from her scruff as the other she-cat softly lowered her to the ground, and the frail warrior pretended that she had not heard or imagined that she had heard Dirtpath heave a barely audible sigh after she had wearily dropped to the ground. Lightwhisper pitied herself and the kind but not-so-strong feline, but she was mainly feeling a wavering, guilty flutter of helpless bitterness at herself. Her stomach felt like it was twisting itself into knots larger than a kit. Other than all of that, Lightwhisper was finding it difficult to focus on the words that Heathersong was announcing from a branch of the hulking mass that was Centertree at the front of the clearing. Many cats, only a vague minority of which she actually recognized from the past, were swarming among the tangible chosen cats. Most of them were completely unfamiliar to the thin she-cat although they all bore traits of any of the Clans. Her concentration broke when a duo of relatively young cats darted past her, yowling playfully during their game of chase. The pair consisted of a larger, obviously older ginger tom, and a mottled gray-and-ginger kit. The younger of the two was sprinting as fast as she could away from where Lightwhisper was settled, and the little she-kit cried in a taunting, naive tone, "Can't catch me!" The white warrior blinked, and they vanished. Not far from the strange cats' previous location, a different pair of felines were interacting with each other in a much different way. Two almost blindingly white cats were engaged deep in combat; they were inflicting deep wounds upon each other although the cats looked identical. This time Lightwhisper had no problem wrenching her gaze away, and she briefly reflected on how eerily, hauntingly horrid it would be to kill someone whose face belonged to you.

Heathersong snatched her rapt attention once more when she spoke her name in a clear, loud tone. Lightwhisper's muscles tensed harder than she thought possible, and this time she didn't mind the pain. It reminded her that she was right there, right then; for once, she didn't mind that she was still alive. "Lightwhisper," she began, her voice brimming in many things that the cat she was speaking to could not understand. "You often find yourself troubled with visions of things that aren't there." It wasn't as though she needed a reminder; her heart accelerated faster and faster with each word. StarClan says no longer. Now your visions will be of the future." Lightwhisper dipped her head in gratitude at LeafClan's medicine cat despite the fact that the gentle tabby would not be able to see the motion. She was too busy mulling over her "new" power to perceive much else. She tried to pay some attention to Dirtpath's to-be-developed gift, but the only thing she derived from Heathersong's sentence was something about dirt. How fitting. Before she knew it, the older female's voice segued from a banal and void of most feeling monotone into a much livelier, motivational yowl that was overflowing with emotion. "Learn to use your gifts wisely and skillfully. They all come with dangers and limitations. Especially yours, Whisperpaw and Gracepaw. We are now ready to oppose DarkClan. United we will become the Warriors of the Dawn!" This ignited a spark of rebellion in the meager crowd, and a collective wave of energy moved throughout the chosen cats. Many of them yowled in agreement, and several more leapt to their paws. Lightwhisper's eyes lit up with a rare light, and she looked around at her comrades with an elated, excited expression; Heathersong's words triggered a reaction from even the most dead of souls.

In spite of all of the positive energy encompassing her, the demeanor of wise, trustworthy Heathersong, and everything else in the fray, the pale cat could not help but consider a quite upsetting, thought- and paranoia-provoking notion.

What if Heathersong was lying?


[[Also, Tink. . . I didn't scare you with that PM, did I? I'm not sure how many times I've already told you this, but I'm sorry. Particularly that you had to read that.]]