HopeClan ❀Not Accepting❀ *IMPORTANT POLL*

[userrrralo]

RedPaw::::Peper:::Thrushpaw

"Well yea, pretty much. If only i had a better mentor i wold be able to do that. Thrushpaw! You should be a bit more careful. What if you fell or something?" He asked realizing he sounded like a mean senor warrior. " But i bet you could catch the squirrel though. " he said trying to cove up his mistake

[userrrralo]

RedPaw::::Peper:::Thrushpaw

"Well yea, pretty much. If only i had a better mentor i wold be able to do that. Thrushpaw! You should be a bit more careful. What if you fell or something?" He asked realizing he sounded like a mean senor warrior. " But i bet you could catch the squirrel though. " he said trying to cove up his mistake

[Thetigerwithin-]

Moontail|She-cat|Warrior|Tags- Swiftclaw, Faithstar, Nightwing

Moontail's pure continued to rumbled loudly in her throat as she watched swiftclaw talking to jaykit, but then she shook her head and remembered what she wanted to do. She eyed faithstar and Nightwing talking about something, she didn't want to interrupt them but she wanted to move into the nursery right away with jaykit. The silver furred she-cat took a deep breath before walking up to the two cats "Um... excuse me faithstar... can i quickly ask you something please?" She asked nervously, her voice quiet

[Kydashing]

(Thickfang and Coldcry are open if you need someone to talk to Emeraldsky, or anyone <3)

[liv :)]

Larkpaw

She-Cat ~ 15 moons ~ Mentor: Swanfoot ~ Apprentice ~ Tags: Thornpaw

Larkpaw smiled at Thornpaw, nodding her head. "We can go out for the walk right now... a nice walk watching the sunset," Larkpaw purred, yellow eyes beginning to dull with fatigue as she said her last three words. Great StarClan, we've been up all night! Larkpaw suddenly began to feel the soreness that staying up so long had put on her body. Nopw that she thought about how tired she was, she could barely keep her eyes open! She yawned, showing pearly, small teeth. "L-let's go. If our ceremonies aren't right when we get back, we could afford a small nap..."

Rowanlog

Tom ~ 39 moons ~ Tags: Applekit

Rowanlog nodded to his daughter, and closed his eyes. He found himself in a small den. It was an old Twoleg nest, with mould and moss growing on the walls. HopeClan's nursery. It was carpeted with soft oak leaves, green and fresh. Unusual. There's supposed to be dried oak leaves there, he thought, scanning the nursery. He looked through the entrance. A warm green-leaf breeze blew in, and he could smell the scent of plentiful prey. It was green-leaf. There was a single sheep-wool nest in the nursery. There was a large ball of orange fluff in it. Mossheart. She was large, her belly swollen with 5 kits. His kits. Their kits. He smiled, and leaned in to touch noses with her. She smiled too, but when she stretched up to nuzzle him, there was an eeriness to her gorgeous green eyes. Although her expression was happy, her eyes were telling a different story. They were sad, anxious, afraid, dark.

He could see a cat, a dark cat in her eyes. It roughly grabbed his kits, running away in a blur of darkness. It had grabbed a kit, who was playing with a butterfly and did not seem to hear the dark she-cat coming. She then grabbed another kit, who was trying to run and let out an alarm call. But it couldn't. Nothing came out. The cat snatched it up. It grabbed another. And took them to a camp that reeked of death and decay. A pang of alarm jolted over him. It's the BoneClan leader stealing my kits! Blood splattered over the ground as many, many cats battled. Blood spilled. Cats screeched. But then there was peace. Short peace. Uneasy peace.

Suddenly, there was a cat in her eyes. A small cat. Two small cats. Bodies shaking, spasms running through their muscles. Then... they were still. Limp. And he could see two starry wisps leaving the bodies. Thunderkit and Joykit's death... he told himself, recalling the horrible event. The other three kits sat there, coughing, shaking, spitting out mucus. A queen. His mate. Their mother. She sat there, roughly licking the kits. Trying to calm them. Her pelt was ruffled and dull, and she too seemed unwell. But she carried, on nurturing her kits. A small calico she-kit. Coughing, ill. A small calico tom. Trying to speak, but silent. A tiny ginger tom. Broken. In the dark. One good eye dark and dull. The ginger kit had seen so much, been through so much, in his short life. He got up to walk, and he had to pretty much drag himself along. He walked crookedly, as if he'd broken two of his legs. He tried to go to his mother, but... She was gone.

Then Mossheart's eyes showed nothing, they gleamed with happiness. Rowanlog stared into her eyes for a few moment, trying to process what he's seen. Then... Mossheart frowned. She went limp in her nest. And suddenly two dead kits appeared beside her. And then a small calico she-kit appeared and wailed. A small calico tom kit appeared and began storming around furiously, mouth open to try and say something but nothing was coming out. And then, the broken ginger tom kit. Silent, displeased, bitter. And then, he appeared. He saw himself, tears streaming from his eyes. Trying to hold everything together, but it was all falling apart.

Rowanlog awoke with a start, panting. His paw pads were sweaty, and he looked at Applekit. She was still sleeping beside him. Just a nightmare... he thought anxiously, breathing deeply. No... it's more than a nightmare. Me. My family. We're cursed. We're doomed.

(Sorry for such a long post XD. I'm just really inspired to write dark things for Rowanlog) Whom may or may not become evil in the future

Pepper

She-Cat ~ 41 moons ~ Kittypet ~ Tags: Redpaw, Thrushpaw

"Yeah, be careful!" she called up to the small she-cat, looking over at Redpaw. "Can we stay and watch her catch this squirrel? It would look so cool!"

Faithstar

She-Cat ~ 44 moons ~ Leader ~ 8 lives ~ Tags: Nightwing, Dagger

Faithstar frowned, but nodded. "Right, then. When Rowanlog finally come back to his senses, he'll have to deal with the change," she said to her deputy. "StarClan would tell us to stop the name change if they disagreed." (but the family is cursed and starclan really can't do anything about it...) Faithstar suddenly noticed many cat sin the camp looking towards the entrance. She followed their gaze, and her eyes landed on Dagger. Bloody and dirty. She sighed, and looked over at Nightwing almost as if to say that this was too much. She reached Dager, and let out a huge cough, which was trailed by a coughing fit. When she finally stopped, she took a raspy breath and glared at the rogue. "What were you doing out of camp?"





-Lionlight

"Goodbye, my love."

[Mr. Cloudwhisker]

Ƨωαиғσσт
Ѧσℓℓʏ | Ɯαяяισя | Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ - Яσωαиℓσɢ

Δи∂ ωɛ ℓαʋɢнɛ∂, σн, αи∂ ωɛ cяιɛ∂ αи∂
тнσʋɢнт: Ѳн, ωнαт α ℓιғɛ. - Δмɛяιcαи Δʋтнσяƨ

Snow. The white, cozy look of snow. The white cat stood, shaking off her pelt and stretching. A vision of Lionlight flashed in the warrior's mind. Swanfoot gasped, looking around. I must go back to camp! I must help them. Everyone and everything there is in turmoil. She quickly took off running, pushing past thorns and bushes. Blood began to well at her spine, making her ruffled fur turn red, but the cat didn't stop. The smells of camp flooded the warrior's nose. Swanfoot darted through the entrance, running past Dagger, Faithstar, and Nightwing. The white cat burst into the warrior's den. "Rowanlog! I'm so sorry!" she said, looking into his dull, scared eyes. The white warrior had had good dreams. This tom, obviously, had not. "I have a message from Mossheart." Swanfoot meowed slowly.

Δитραω
Ƭσмcαт | Δρρяɛитιcɛ | Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ - Ƥσρρʏтнσяи & Ѳακтαιℓ

Ɯнɛяɛʌɛя Ɩ'м ɢσιиɢ,
Ɩ'м αℓяɛα∂ʏ нσмɛ. - Ĵαƨσи Ѧιяαʓ

"I believe that everyone is back at camp already." Antpaw said through feathers, following after Oaktail. His tail swished back and forth, guilt covering his body. I lied to them. Is that something a good warrior would do? The black cat shook his head.

Δρρℓɛκιт
Ѧσℓℓʏ | Ƙιт | Ƭαɢɢɛ∂ - Яσωαиℓσɢ

Ƨαω ƨσ мαиʏ ρℓαcɛƨ, тнɛ тнιиɢƨ тнαт Ɩ ∂ι∂
Ɯιтн ɛʌɛяʏ вяσκɛи вσиɛ, Ɩ ƨωɛαя Ɩ ℓιʌɛ∂ - ѲиɛЯɛρʋвℓιc

Applekit watched her father run off. He loved her. He loved her more than we ever knew. Applekit pressed her nose to her dead, and living, family's noses and trailed off after Rowanlog. Not a single one of us needs alone time right now. She found him in the warrior's den, weeping over a nest. The kit curled up behind his head, little tears streaming from her eyes.

[SnowoFall]

(Guys I just had one of the most frightening moment of my life ;-;)
aktail-Tom-Warrior-Tags:Antpaw
He looked at his apprentice and sighed "Well, you are right... let's just head back." he said.

[Whale_Shark]

Rowanlog

Tom ~ 39 moons ~ Tags: Applekit

Rowanlog nodded to his daughter, and closed his eyes. He found himself in a small den. It was an old Twoleg nest, with mould and moss growing on the walls. HopeClan's nursery. It was carpeted with soft oak leaves, green and fresh. Unusual. There's supposed to be dried oak leaves there, he thought, scanning the nursery. He looked through the entrance. A warm green-leaf breeze blew in, and he could smell the scent of plentiful prey. It was green-leaf. There was a single sheep-wool nest in the nursery. There was a large ball of orange fluff in it. Mossheart. She was large, her belly swollen with 5 kits. His kits. Their kits. He smiled, and leaned in to touch noses with her. She smiled too, but when she stretched up to nuzzle him, there was an eeriness to her gorgeous green eyes. Although her expression was happy, her eyes were telling a different story. They were sad, anxious, afraid, dark.

He could see a cat, a dark cat in her eyes. It roughly grabbed his kits, running away in a blur of darkness. It had grabbed a kit, who was playing with a butterfly and did not seem to hear the dark she-cat coming. She then grabbed another kit, who was trying to run and let out an alarm call. But it couldn't. Nothing came out. The cat snatched it up. It grabbed another. And took them to a camp that reeked of death and decay. A pang of alarm jolted over him. It's the BoneClan leader stealing my kits! Blood splattered over the ground as many, many cats battled. Blood spilled. Cats screeched. But then there was peace. Short peace. Uneasy peace.

Suddenly, there was a cat in her eyes. A small cat. Two small cats. Bodies shaking, spasms running through their muscles. Then... they were still. Limp. And he could see two starry wisps leaving the bodies. Thunderkit and Joykit's death... he told himself, recalling the horrible event. The other three kits sat there, coughing, shaking, spitting out mucus. A queen. His mate. Their mother. She sat there, roughly licking the kits. Trying to calm them. Her pelt was ruffled and dull, and she too seemed unwell. But she carried, on nurturing her kits. A small calico she-kit. Coughing, ill. A small calico tom. Trying to speak, but silent. A tiny ginger tom. Broken. In the dark. One good eye dark and dull. The ginger kit had seen so much, been through so much, in his short life. He got up to walk, and he had to pretty much drag himself along. He walked crookedly, as if he'd broken two of his legs. He tried to go to his mother, but... She was gone.

Then Mossheart's eyes showed nothing, they gleamed with happiness. Rowanlog stared into her eyes for a few moment, trying to process what he's seen. Then... Mossheart frowned. She went limp in her nest. And suddenly two dead kits appeared beside her. And then a small calico she-kit appeared and wailed. A small calico tom kit appeared and began storming around furiously, mouth open to try and say something but nothing was coming out. And then, the broken ginger tom kit. Silent, displeased, bitter. And then, he appeared. He saw himself, tears streaming from his eyes. Trying to hold everything together, but it was all falling apart.

Rowanlog awoke with a start, panting. His paw pads were sweaty, and he looked at Applekit. She was still sleeping beside him. Just a nightmare... he thought anxiously, breathing deeply. No... it's more than a nightmare. Me. My family. We're cursed. We're doomed.

(Sorry for such a long post XD. I'm just really inspired to write dark things for Rowanlog) Whom may or may not become evil in the future

((brb crying))

[SnowoFall]

((Whale shark why u be crying ;-;))

[Whale_Shark]

(( Rowanlog. And i was gonna have Mossy visit him. But if he goes dark it would be better so a little distance >:D))

Ivykit yawned widely and toddled over to his sister and father, curling his his mothers old nest. He snuggled against his fathers calico fur, dozing lightly.

Nightwing crashed through the undergrowth, leaving deep claw marks in the soft dirt as he sprinted along looking for Redpaw. He came across his apprentice, the warrior halting as he listened to his apprentice speak before breaking in. "Redpaw. We have a lot to make up for. Lets go."