ＬＥＡＶＥＳ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＷＩＮＤ ::.. a warriors roleplay

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It has been many moons since the battle of the Clans and the Dark Forest.
Many cats died, like the brave Firestar. Everyone knows what happened to the Clans
by the River, but what became of the rejected Clan. What happened to SkyClan?
It has been many moons since SkyClan first re-settled in the gorge, Leafstar has passed,
and so have the original members of SkyClan. A rouge group of cats threaten SkyClan's borders
and prey. There can only be one group in the gorge.
Who will win, who will lose?
Who will you choose.....

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The Warrior Code

Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle.
Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory.
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 or injured, they may eat while the elders, queens, and kits are eating.
Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.
Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.
A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice.
The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires or is exiled.
After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.
A Gathering of all four Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night. There shall be no fighting among Clans at this time.
Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.
No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan.
The word of the Clan Leader is the warrior code.
An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his/her battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defense.
A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet.

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● This is a semi-lit to advanced roleplay so please no one-liners.
● All of Tess's rules apply
● Use correct grammar and spelling(i.e. no text-talk)
● It's not really mandatory-but please make your posts pretty
● keep genders even
● six cats are the minimum amount
● If you are going to be absent them PM me ahead of time- don't join and never post
● no being your own crush or mate- it's quite boring
● when in OOC please use brackets.
● keep it PG-13, that means no detail birthing, mating, or gore
● no power-playing or god-modding
● no going over 4 pages when i'm not online
● I will assign a mini-mod who will make sure everything is going accordingly
● PM me your form before posting.
Most important rule of all.....
HAVE FUN!!

prophecy: When the falcon catches the bone and dawn touches the grass, only then will Skyclan be saved from the scarlet river.

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ＳＫＹＣＬＡＮ

Name;;Age;;Played by
Leader;;
ＨＥＡＴＨＥＲＳＴＡＲ > 21 ｍｏｏｎｓ > ｒｕｅ.
Deputy;;
reserved// ＥＰＩＣＰＩＮＥＡＰＰＬＥ101
Medicine Cat;;
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Medicine cat apprentice;;
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Warriors;;
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Apprentices;;

ＢＯＮＥＰＡＷ // 8 ｍｏｏｎｓ // Ｌ0ｖ3 Ｉ$ Ｒａｒ3
Queens;;
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Elders;;
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Ｍｅｎｔｏｒ // Ａｐｐｒｅｎｔｉｃｅ
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Leader;;

ＳＣＡＲＬＥＴ // 30 ｍｏｏｎｓ // ｒｕｅ.
Second-in-command;;

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Train-ees;;

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Trainers{Fighters/Guards};;

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Queens;;

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Kits;;

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Cats to old to fight;;

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ＭＡＴＥＳ & ＣＲＵＳＨＥＳ
<-she likes him
He likes her->
->?<- like each other, but don't know it.
♥ Together

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ＨＥＡＴＨＥＲＳＴＡＲ

name;; heatherkit > heatherpaw > heatherclaw > heatherstar
age;; 21 moons
gender;; female
rank;; leader
birthplace;; clan nursery
handi-caps {if-any};; none
clan;; SkyClan
pelt color;; a dark brown
markings;; beautiful black stripes that mottle her lithe body
eye color;; a light purple-hence the name, Heatherstar
personality;;
weaknesses;;

being alone
her expressive face
her small size

strengths;;

protecting her clan
hunting
fighting, using her agility
her intelligence

crush;; "I loved a tom once, but our love was against the warrior code, and we separated."
mate;; she was going to mate with a loner tom named Finch
status;; alone, broken

It was cold, windy night, in the last moons of leafbare.
Inside of SkyClan’s nursery, a strained, pain-filled yowl was uttered.
The clan. themselves were all gathered around the nursery, the different colors of fur
spiked in fear and agitation; they were worried that the kits wouldn't make it.
Inside the nursery, no one was faring any better. A brown tabby she-cat with a swollen belly
was crouched in her nest, her teeth bared as she was hit with another contraction.
She tried to stifle another yowl, her ivory claws dug into the moss as another spasm went through her belly.
She was hoping these kits would be alright, there was a rustle and a beautiful tortoiseshell entered
the nursery carrying a dripping ball of moss. The she-cat put it down next to the shaking queen,
she rubbed her tail softly against the she-cats shoulder.
"It’s okay, Songcloud. You’re doing fine." mused the she-cat softly; she lifted a dainty paw
and pushed against Songcloud's stomach. "Now when I say, push with all your strength." she instructed.
Songcloud nodded, groaning as the pain began to grow stronger.
"Now!" yowled the she-cat and the tabby pushed with all her might.
The she-cat watched as her flanks heaved with another spasm and small kit
with the same tabby fur as his mothers slid out onto the moss, the she-cat bent down
and nipped the sac and the kit let out a loud squeal, the she-cat picked the small kit up and
put it beside Songcloud's belly. Another spasm went through the she-cat and she let out a caterwaul of pain,
trailing off as another kit slid out.
This kit was the smallest, the she-cat observed as she bent down to bite the sac and lick the kit clean.
The she-cat took her paws away from Songcloud's belly, she sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws.
"Songcloud, you have two kits, a male and a female." said the she-cat to the exhausted queen.
Songcloud nodded and she curled around her new kits, she smiled softly before saying.
"Thank you Daisynose." The tortoiseshell nodded as she watched Songcloud's kits suckle and smiled softly.
"Would you like to name one of them?" asked Songcloud. Daisynose nodded, she looked at the biggest kit, the male.
"How about for the male, the name Breezekit?" Lilytail suggested.
The brown tabby nodded, after all how could she refuse her own sisters request.
She looked down at her two kits and was filled with warm affection and protective instincts of a mother.
The smallest kit stopped suckling and Songcloud let out a gasp as the kit opened her eyes,
she felt entranced by the warm, beautiful, tranquil color of purple that stared back into her own blue orbs.
"Heatherkit." whispered Songcloud. Daisynose looked at her and smiled.
The tabby smiled softly, she was a mother now.
Her heart filled with pain, if only Jaywhisker was still alive to meet his kits.
Looking down at them, she watched as Heatherkit closed her eyes and went back to suckling.
Breezekit and Heatherkit were her everything now and she would protect them with her life.....

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ＰＯＳＴＩＮＧ ＩＳ ＷＥＬＣＯＭＥ

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

ＢＯＮＥ  ＰＡＷ

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Ｂｅａｕｔｙ ｉｓ ｏｎｌｙ ｓｋｉｎ ｄｅｅｐ

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Ｂｏｎｅ- Ｂｏｎｅｐａｗ

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nickname;; "My name is Bonepaw. I don't enjoy
any variations of my name, its fine the way it is. After all, I take offence when
cats don't like my name, I did name myself at first and kept that name . My mother
was heartless, like a tiny badger with beady eyes, never showing the slightest
emotions through them. So she never named me because she thought I was
useless. I am bigger than her and my litter mates, I don't see why she called
me useless.Maybe because of Millie...Either way I was deemed useless right
away, not getting a chance to prove myself."
gender;; "My gender should be easy to infer.
with my large bulky built, and my tone of voice, its easy to take these hints
and figure i'm a tom. I'm tom from nose to tail."
age;; "I'm simply 8 full moons. i'm larger than most cats at
this age though. So my age might be harder to tell."
birthday;; July
birth location;; Twoleg nest
breed;; Caracal
disabilities;; None

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current clan;; "Skyclan"
current rank;; " My current rank if you hadn't already guessed
by my age is an Apprentice."
past ranks;; " You could say kittypet, loner."
past clans;; "None"
past homes;; " Just the old nest."{

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undercoat;; Light brown, very light.
overcoat;; A rich honey color.
patterns;; There are no distinct patterns on his pelt.

distinct markings;; Dark black markings that are thick around his
face area and cover his ears completely. The black fur sicks up on his ears in
a single tuft right on the tips.
nose color;; The sides are a pure black, just going up to his nostrils with this
color. It then turns to a light pink color, and stays like that in the middle of his
nose.
eye color;; Yellow/ blue
claw color;; Ivory

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crush;; None
mate;; None
kits;; A few dead ones
past mate;; Former mate Millie was the only one.
past crush;; Millie
turn on;; Nothing. Hes not interested in that thing called love.
turn off;; Trying to get close to him.
status;; Forever single.

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx In the warm nest of a two leg, the smell of warm milk could make any cat purr, even the cold hearted. A honey colored she-cat had big round yellow eyes, glazed over with definite pain. As her wails of distress indicated the painful process of kitting was happening right under the two legs nose, her mate stood near her rasping his tongue over her head. The twolegs just set the bowl of warm milk in front of her and stroked her large flank. As the first kit came out, the two legs trumpinant yowl could be heard all around, possibly through the walls of their den. Two more kits came after the first, but if you compared them, it looked like that fae had 2 runts in her litter. When she was done kitting, her kits were placed near her belly by the two legs, and they suckled deeply from her belly. "Lets see, the two faes will be Blossom and Hollister." she purred. "The tom won’t be named” She said bitterly. I guess you can say she disliked toms because even her own mate was cruel and abusive, he agreed.

"Now, just put your paw here, other paw here, and... Stop! Perfect! When you drop your head and push off your paws then you can roll right into your attacker!" Yowled the mother, also known as Honey. Honey was training her kits for battle, or thats what she said to trick them. You see the only reason honey had kits, was so she could turn them against there own father. Blossom and Hollister were fast, they could strike there blows perfectly and pull back so you couldn't counter them. Now the nameless tom just used his size and great power to throw his sisters away from him with massive blows, his mother hated it. She said he wasn't fast enough, he was usless to her plan, and maybe because he was so ugly there father would drop dead just looking at him. "Great job girls! Your useless tom!" thats what her mother would always say, not caring how the tom flinched at her comments. One day he accedenly scored his claws down his sisters flank, you see it was just one scratch. His mother acted like he had killed her, shredding his bobtail so only a little part of his bone stuck out. He then decided to name himself Bone, but he never told his mother or sisters, knowing they would always call him ' tom'.

"Stop!!" Was the mighty screech of the tom bone that had been kept silent for too long. A grey body was being savagely clawed and bitten, blood poured from a deep gash in the cats stomach. Honey was pulling un born kits from the she-cats body that was flailing helplessly as life was being pulled from her grasp. Bone launched at his mother, sending her flying, her bony frame showing her old age, and her eyes flared with rage. Bone took all the years of abuse, and focused them on his mother, honeys eyes now clouded with fear. Large white teeth punctured her neck, and blood poured from her throat, she chocked on her own blood. He ran to the side of the grey cat, wailing like a helpless kit. "I love you." were the words the she-cat forced out,. "I'll be waiting for you my love.” She said before a wail of pain came from her muzzle, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Bone was crushed, all his feelings went numb except the deep grief for his mate. He had seeked love from the beautiful gray she-cat, love he never got from his mother. Millie was her name, and Bone's mother ambushed them as the meet that night, she had planned to kill her, and the kits.


An ear splitting yowl could be heard anywhere any cat stood, and it came from the muzzle of a petite honey colored fae named Hollister. Her eyes suddenly filled with the look her mother often gave Bone, pure discust and a hint of shock still lingered in them. The shock might have come from finding her mothers dead body, and the killer being her useless brother Bone. Hollister thought her mother could beat any enemy, and take on any cat, especially the ugly weak tom. She assumed her brother was never training because her always did as little as possible, but when he did try, he was the best fighter in the litter. I guess she let this fly over her head like a blue jay, singing its little song of victory . Her sister Blossom had heard all of this commotion, she had slipped from the nest and looked rather drowsy, this was night time, the time where most cats sleep. She stared in shock at her mothers dead body, her beautiful golden fur was plastered with foul smelling scarlet blood. Instead of shock in her eyes, they filled with rage because bone was so close to their precious mothers body. With a screech, she launched herself at who she refereed to as 'tom', her shrap teeth bared and stained yellow.

As teeth met fur, bone let out a grunt of surprise at the force of his sisters bite in his leg. He over powered her easily, flopping down on top of her tiny body, he felt her breath come right out of her lungs, and her gasping for air. Her grip was loosened so her instinctively started to bite into the side of her neck. One thing he knew for sure with out being told was kill or be killed. As the foul taste of blood hit his mouth, he knew he had gashed the side of her throat, and she would bleed out quickly. Leaving blossom gagging on her own blood, he looked at Hollister, a challenge in his yellow eyes . She just let out a yowl of fear and ran, yet as her feet hit the black pavement of the thunderpath, a small monster crushed her tiny body. You could hear the faint snap of her neck as the tire of the monster ran her neck over. He flinched at the sound before heading towards Millie. He grabbed millie and the two kits, and dragged them deep into the forest, leaving the two legs yowling in rage at the sight of there dead cats.

He took the rest of the night digging a deep hole so predators couldn't get to the body, he placed her in the hole with the kits before covering it in dirt. He then ventured into the forest , always keeping close enough to watch the grave of Millie, to make sure no cat touched where is dead mate lay. He learned to hunt after a while, leaping up to catch birds, stalking mice and squirrels. He made his den in to gap of a bush, right next to where her buried Millie. It was hard leaving so young, but after 2 moons, he learned everything he needed. now he is skilled at most skills you need to survive in the forest, the ones that count. Yet one thing he didn't expect was finding the clan.

He was welcomed graciously, her never told anyone about the murders or the death, he kept it to himself and never told anyone, it was a secret. He asked to keep the name of Bone for when he became part of the clan, and his wish was granted. He was given the name of Bonepaw and was now an apprentice. He still feels bad at night, he left Millie, he promised he never would. Every night his dreams are filled with the yowls of Millie, and the stench of blood. The sight of his mate, the dead kits. He is always whimpering in his sleep, and when he wakes he is glad that it was only a dream so he would never have to re live the past.

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ACCEPTED.