SunClan's Story [New Thread]

[kaypatts]

Original Clan:
Rainclan deputy.

{Sorry, but the current deputy, Pebblerun, was originally RainClan's deputy. She'd have to be/have been a normal warrior. Other than that, it looks good. I'll add her to the list. ^^}

{.{Oh, its alright. Is it okay if she helps out with the med. cats? Like you know when you have a helper in school, an assistant? }.}

[TheCalicoTabby]

Original Clan:
Rainclan deputy.

{Sorry, but the current deputy, Pebblerun, was originally RainClan's deputy. She'd have to be/have been a normal warrior. Other than that, it looks good. I'll add her to the list. ^^}

{.{Oh, its alright. Is it okay if she helps out with the med. cats? Like you know when you have a helper in school, an assistant? }.}

{She's your character, so you control what she does. Though since this clan already has four medicine cats, (including the apprentices) they probably wouldn't need much help... ^^;}

[SukarettoYanagi]

Featherfang had stayed up all night, watching the little band of cats. She missed her Clanmates and her Clan with all her heart, but knew they were gone now. The younge warrior wondered why StarClan had let this happen to them all. Now she had nothing, and she hardly knew her leader! Her eyes were heavy but she refused to close them because all she saw when she closed her eyes was that day. The day that the forest was burned down. She was one of the ones to go back though the ashes of her Clan. That's when she'd found one of the kits. The poor thing was burned and on her way to StarClan. Featherfang had spaired the kit any more suffering and killed it. She loved the kits and hated to do what she did.

A grey tom had gone back to his den in StoneClan and found only chared herbs. Nothing had survived. He yowled in frustation, because he knew that finding everything he'd need in leaf-bare was like finding a whisker in a pile of grass. He stomped out of the den and away from his former grounds, never looking back. Shiverwhisker woke with a start. He was panting, looking around wildly for something framilar, but he found nothing. It suddenly dawned on him that the fire had been real and that there was nothing left for him work with. His apprentice, Spiderpaw, had survived the fire, he was thankful for that, because now had had someone from his former clan to help him search for the herbs to help them through leaf-bare.

(Hey Calico, can you give me the profile pic of Shiver please? :3)

[AlphaWolf10]

(Sorry thornpelt is male.)

Name thornpelt
age 8 moons
gender male
rank aporentice
originsl clan rainclan
looks cream fur wuth light blue eyes graypaws
personality sweet kind smart bokd brave
History doesnt remember much before the fire

Thornpelt walked over to all of thr camotion"whats going on here?" He asked trying to make Friends and get use to his new clan.

Stonekit looked up and bit his lip "im fine...i just triped and hit my chin on the ground, but i think im ok" he meowed as his tummy growled loudly; he hadn't dranken any milk for some time now and was growing sick from not.

[AlphaWolf10]

Oringinal clan fireclan
looks redish dark brown pelt string paws and body
personality smart kind bold brave strong
history was the kit of the fireclan leader

[zoketi.]

Sprucepaw blinked and ducked her head as she met the eyes of their leader, Eaglestar. She twitched her ear uncomfortably and let her chin rest against her brother's tabby fur. He slept soundly, and she was careful not to disturb him. But she didn't want to go back to sleep, though. She could never fall into slumber after the sun's rays had woken her. Besides, mornings were her favorite time and she didn't want to sleep through them. Quietly, the petite she-cat lifted her head for the second time and searched the clearing. At her first look, she could only see signs of movement from Eaglestar. Shaking her head to rid herself of sleep's last touch, Sprucepaw rose fluidly to her paws and arched her back. Her pale pelt fluffed out until she shook it down, and gave her easy-to-reach places a few good licks. Cleanliness wasn't her priority, so she decided to ignore the few clumps and messy spots. The medicine cat apprentice sat back on her haunches and gazed at the sky, pleased with the clear blue visage spread before her. It looked to be a good day; Sprucepaw's spirits lifted and she was suddenly more eager to continue SunClan's exploration, despite the recent griefs that still dampened her mood.

[AlphaWolf10]

stonekit rolled around cold and hungry for milk the little abandoned kit meowed loudly

Redfern sat alone under the shade of a rock
thornpaw came out from the apprentivmces den

[TheCalicoTabby]

history was the kit of the fireclan leader

{Sorry, but I play the FlameClan leader, and she's never had a mate or kits.
Also, could you please try to spend a bit more time on your posts? Proper spelling, capitals, punctuation. It makes it easier to read, and it's in the rules.}

Eaglestar padded towards the jagged stump that marked the center of the clearing. She jumped to the top, claws digging into the wood and her long tail waving to keep her balance on the uneven surface. She paused for a moment, looking over the clearing again. Most cats were still sleeping, or just waking. They were scattered throughout nests in the grass surrounding the clearing. Though they'd been traveling together for several moons, many still tended to group together with their original clanmates as they slept, the three clans still instinctively avoiding one another. Eaglestar didn't blame them, but she knew they needed to start thinking of themselves as one. She looked up, past the camp. She could hear the river, faintly, from the west. They'd been following it since they left the forest, not wanting to risk leaving behind their main source of water. However, on the eastern horizon, bright with the rising sun, a dark smudge rested. A forest. It was the best chance they had. She jumped down, landing lightly on her paws.

Pineclaw padded towards the camp, paws heavy. Unable to sleep, he'd spent the night hunting. He wasn't cut out for hunting in the open, he thought irritably, missing the thick forests of his home. More than that, his clan. There were StoneClan cats here, of course, but they were mixed in among those from RainClan and FlameClan. Cats who were once his enemies. And they were led by Eaglestar, the old leader from FlameClan. Not his leader. Not his Foxstar. He growled quietly at himself, trying to stop thinking about it as he dropped his catch--a mouse and a sparrow--onto the small fresh-kill pile.

[kitsutenshi]

Name
|Falconpaw > Falcondrop| ~"What's it to ya!"
Age
|11 moons| ~"I'm not a puny kit no more! You better watch out, because I'm coming for you!"
Gender
|She-cat| ~"I'm a she-cat, whether you believe me or not."
Rank
|Apprentice| ~"Soon I'll be a warrior, soon I'll be able to rip you to shreds easily."
Original Clan
|StoneClan | ~"Yeah, I was apart of Stonecla. No, I don't like how Eaglestar took control of everything. Stupid Flameclan!"
Image/Description
|Falconpaw is a long furred torbie and white she-cat with pumpkin orange eyes. Because she's a torbie, a tortoiseshell and tabby, she has a very odd mix of colors that occupy her fur. The fur on her back is a burnt orange with an overlay of black; underneath those guard hairs is soft light orange and white fur. The pattern is similar to that of a wolf. It's smooth, silky, and feathery yet it seems to stick out everywhere. The fur on her tail is just like her back's, feathery yet messy. Her tail is mainly black with soft tints of orange.
Around her neck is a thick ring of white with very light patches of cream at its ends. Below the ring is more thick, clumpy fur that starts to smooth as it gets to her back and fur. As it gets closer to her paws and away from her back, there are only little patches and tints of orange; her front is mainly dominated by the black and white. Her legs and paws are one of the easiest places to spot her evasive tabby markings, yet they are broken and do not resemble normal stripe. They appear to look more like small, jagged streaks of black; sometimes they are connecting, sometimes they are not.
Above the thick ring of white, on her neck, is her, equally as white, chin. Her muzzle is broad, resembling a tiger's, and is dusted with a light brown around and above her nose. Her nose is a pink surrounded by black. Her face is another place to spot those tabby markings. On her forhead are the typical tabby markings; they are black, but lighten with the fur into an orange. Around those deep orange eyes is a small ring of white, the same ring that changes the markings from black to orange. Her eyes are a deep pumpkin orange, lightening up into a pale version of the color as it gets closer to her pupils. Her ears are the same burnt orange as her back, leading up into the black tips. The inside is white with feathery tuffs of fur sticking out of it.
Falconpaw isn't as short as many she-cats, she had come from a lineage of large cats. Her mother was a purebred Maine Coon while her father was some type of large thin cat. Her height comes from both her parents; she's lean like her father, and thick furred and muscular like her mother. Her paws aren't as large as you'd expect from a cat like her. She's stronger than she looks, her thick fur conceals her muscles. Her shoulders aren't as broad as a male's but they are thicker than a females, another trait inherited from her mother. Her ears are large and wide, which doesn't help keep her warm. What does are the tuffs of fur sticking out of them, keeping her ears from releasing too much heat.| ~"I'm fluffy and multicolored. The only thing cool about me are my eyes and claws."
Personality
|Falconpaw has a violent personality along with a short temper. She is generally calm, only getting riled up when challenged. Even though she's calm, she's not the serious type. She knows how to take a joke and spit out an insult; being sarcastic is also fun. If you ask her to play, get ready to be knocked around and hurt. She doesn't know, nor does she try, to control her strength. She can be very conflicting, especially when it comes to making friends. She hasn't had a friend before, so she'll call anyone who's nice to her a friend. Problem is, until she trusts them, she'll drop them as a friend if they make a choice she doesn't approve. Another problem is that she's very shallow. Not the kind of shallow that likes only certain personalities, but she doesn't look past the obvious. Besides, why would someone hide their true self unless they're a spy?
Falconpaw is very fond of tough talking; sometime it seems like its all she does. Words like slashing, ripping, tearing, bitting, and killing are commonly used in most of her sentences. She likes being the violent one in the clan; she likes to think that it gives her a thrill when others look at her like she's a monster. Truthfully, it would hurt anyone, but she refuses to acknowledge the pangs in her heart. Only a kit whines about the consequences of their actions, and Falconpaw is no kit! Don't think that she's putting up walls to hide the nervous and fearful cat that she pushed deep into her heart. She is jut a touch kitty who refuses to recognize the pain that her personality tends to bring.
Surprisingly, Falconpaw is a very friendly cat, but that also includes some violence. She's a bully, but she doesn't realize it. She'll push her friends around; knock them over with an affectionate nudge. She also bites and tackles in her overzealous affections. There is a thin line between her enemies and her friends; it's very easy to cross into the enemy zone while it's close to impossible to change from enemy to friend. Why is it so easy? She feels very little loyalty to others and even less to her clan. She's a former loner and isn't one to feel tied completely to something.| ~"I like to fight, that's all you need to know."
History
|She was born to a loner father and a kittypet mother. It's close to the typical story of the star-crossed lovers having no way to take care of their kit, so they leave it with the clan, but with a twist. Her and her brother, Slate, lived with their father until they were seven moons. Stark was his name, and the first thing he did was teach them to fight. Why? Because he didn't think they'd end up living in the clan; he believed that they would need to be prepared to fight them. He wasn't vicious, nor was he mean. Stark was strict yet caring. The problem with him was that he picked favorite, and that happened to be Falconpaw. He didn't scold her for bulling her weaker brother, he always thought it was the nature of their personalities. Her brother was weaker, so she would be the dominate of the two.
Unfortunately, one day of training took a turn for the worse. She wasn't being careful and her claws were unsheathed, it was purely an accident that kits could make. She had made deep scratches on Slate's side and neck, and he died of bloodloss that night. Stark had no idea how to fix the problem and it was only after the kit died did he think to go to his mate's house. Falconpaw hadn't cried heavily, only a few tears. She regreted her mistake, but accepted it as a mistake and refused to let it haunt her life.
Stark went to her mother's, Gem, house the next day, after burrying Slate. Gem was heartbroken, and offered to let Falconpaw live with her. That way she would be away from harm and wouldn't have to kill again. Falconpaw did not like the idea at all, but Stark said that he couldn't live with her without thinking about her dead brother. So, it was Falconpaw who suggested to live with the clan. Stark agreed and so did Gem, albeit a little reluctantly. After saying their goodbyes and I love yous, her parents dropped her off at the clan's border. There, she started her life over as Falconpaw; ready to challenge the world.| ~"I was a loner, then I became an apprentice of Stoneclan. Then the fire destroyed everything and I'm still an apprentice, but not it's Sunclan. Does that satisfy you?"

[Sable.]

Appleleaf sighed as she looked around at the band of cats. Three clans distinctly divided. This couldn't last forever, they would need to work together sooner or later. The three groups of RainClan, StoneClan and FireClan all seperated. It was kind of like the gathering after a big fight between clans. "Why did you curse us with this StarClan?" She whispered looking up to the sky for an answer. Nothing.

Appleleaf spread out what little herbs she could find after hours searching in the forest only a few borage leaves and poppy seeds. She thought, what her mentor would do. Appleleaf cautiously approached a grey tom, the medicine cat of StoneClan. "I found a little something." She said swiping the herbs towards him.