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[Luscinia]

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Form/Discussion Thread

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"On a small rocky island lives a fairly large group of cats, known as Stoneclan. They have lived alone on this island for as long as any cat could remember. But just recently, Starclan has spoken to Stoneclan's leader and medicine cat. They say that there is another, very ancient clan of cats also living on this island. These cats, however, had been driven into hiding by a terrible force and are still hiding to this day. The leader will pick four cats to go out and search for this hidden clan, and possibly uncover what drove them into hiding in the first place."
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"The mysterious clan whom is hiding on this island is known as Cascadeclan. In the very highest point on the island, they live in a small cave behind a waterfall. They have taught themselves how to live at such high altitudes ; keeping great balance, fishing straight from the waterfall, and hunting the few edible prey creatures that live at these heights are only some of their attributes."
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"You may be wondering this by know ; why was Cascadeclan driven into hiding. The reason was a group of demonic cats that roam on this side of the island. These cats are no ordinary cats. These cats were possessed by spirits from the Dark Forest. Unlike normal cats, these ones have malicious intents and have abilities that are usually exclusive to Dark Forest cats ; including fading and reappearing at will. Stoneclan should be walking on thorns and quills, because they could be putting themselves in a lot more danger than they bargained for."

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Coding credits go to myself
Photo credits go to original owner
Plot/writing credits go to Spookyshine101

[Luscinia]

☆ All of the Chickensmoothie's roleplay rules apply here; make sure to follow these, so this thread isn't closed for good. Make sure you be kind to one another!

☆ This is only a semi-literate roleplay, so we only expect 6+ descriptive sentences per-reply. Make sure to include proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation in these sentences!

☆ Both I (Lioncourt) and the user Spookyshine101 are co-owners of this roleplay. If any issues come up or you can't reply for a few days, PM either one of us or the both of us so we know. We both hold the right to ban you if needed, which, we hope won't have to happen!

☆ Six characters maximum per-person. If you create more than one cat, try to make at least one the opposite gender of your first one. Also, two high ranking characters per-person. These ranks include the three leaders, two deputies, two medicine cats, and two medicine apprentices. If not enough people join, both of these rules rule may change.

☆ Make sure to post all of your character forms, plot ideas, and OOC chatting here.

☆ Godmodding, 'perfect', or totally 'angelic' characters are not tolerated here. If you happen to create one of the demonic cats, they can be powerful, but make sure they're fair to others. They can be killed just as easily as any cat, they just have the small advantage of having the powers of fading/reappearing. Also, please do not kill another writer's character without their permission.

☆ Activity is expected if you join. We understand and know that school is stressful, and can often get in the way, but try to reply at least three times a week. I hold reserves for 48 hours, but this can be extended under circumstances. PM us if you need an extension, or if you won't be able to post often on a certain week.

[Luscinia]

[ * = Unlimited, ☆ = Scout ]

Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｎ Ｅ Ｃ Ｌ Ａ Ｎ

L e a d e r

| → | Patchstar | 40 moons | Tom | Lilo & Stitch. |

D e p u t y

→ Ironheart | 32 moons | Tom | AlphaDoberman |

M e d i c i n e C a t

| → | Weaselstep | 26 moons | Tom | Lioncourt | ☆

M e d i c i n e A p p.

| → | Turtlepaw |15 moons | She-cat | Tiny Cat | ☆

W a r r i o r s *

| → | Dapplestorm | 28 moons | Tom | Lilo & Stitch. |
| → | Ashtail | 25 moons | Tom | voices | ☆
| → | Cindernose | 25 moons | She-cat | voices |
| → | Otterfrost | 24 moons | Tom | Ploegy |

A p p r e n t i c e s *

| → | Fallenpaw | 10 moons | She-cat | Nightra |
| → | Mousepaw | 12 moons | Tom | Lioncourt |
| → | Birdpaw | 12 moons | She-cat | bambi, | ☆
| → | Mosspaw | 7 moons | She-cat | Ploegy |

Q u e e n s & K i t s

→ Open
→ Open
→ Open
→ Open

E l d e r s

→ Open
→ Open
→ Open

Ｃ Ａ Ｓ Ｃ Ａ Ｄ Ｅ Ｃ Ｌ Ａ Ｎ

L e a d e r

| → | Daisystar | She-cat | Tiny Cat |

D e p u t y

| → | Stygianpool | 35 moons | She-cat | Lioncourt |

M e d i c i n e C a t

| → | Leopardwing | 35 moons | She-cat | Lilo & Stitch. |

M e d i c i n e A p p.

| → | Mottlepaw | 11 moons | Tom | Spookyshine101 |

W a r r i o r s

| → | Sparrowleaf | 17 moons | Tom | voices |
| → | Burntwillow | 29 moons | She-cat | Tiny Cat |
| → | Dovedust | 18 moons | She-cat | Ploegy |
→ Open
→ Open
→ Open

A p p r e n t i c e s

| → | Mistpaw | 10 moons | She-cat | northerenhowl |
| → | Squirrelpaw | 10 moons | She-cat | voices |
| → | Maplepaw | 10 moons | Tom | Ploegy |

Q u e e n s & K i t s

→ Rainfeather | 47 moons | She-cat | AlphaDoberman |
→ Open

| → | Icekit | 5 moons | Tom | Nightra | Orphan |
| → | Orchidkit | 2 moons | She-cat | Lioncourt | Orphan |

E l d e r s

→ Open

Ｄ Ｅ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ

L e a d e r

| → | Blackflame | 40 moons | She-cat | Spookyshine101 |

W a r r i o r s

| → | Avocettail | 22 moons | Tom | Spookyshine101 |
| → | Bluefrost | 38 moons | Tom | Lioncourt |
→ Open
→ Open
→ Open
→ Open

[Luscinia]

[ → = In love with him, ← = In love with her, ↔ = In love with each other, ❤ = Mates, ✘ = Rivals/Enemies ]

Stygianpool ← Avocettail
Mistpaw → Mottlepaw
Turtlepaw → Avocettail
Birdpaw ← Mousepaw
Daisystar → Bluefrost

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Weaselstep + Turtlepaw
Ironheart + Fallenpaw
Dapplestorm + Mousepaw
Otterfrost + Birdpaw
Cindernose + Mosspaw

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Leopardwing + Mottlepaw
Dovedust + Mistpaw
Burntwillow + Squirrelpaw
Stygianpool + Maplepaw

[Luscinia]

☆ The medicine cat of Stoneclan has just received a message about Cascadeclan's existence, and is about to confront the Stoneclan leader about it. Little does the medicine cat know that the leader has gotten the same message, and has been concerned about it throughout the day.

☆ Cascadeclan is just recovering from an invasion of the demons from the day before.

☆ The demons are celebrating yet another success of terrorizing Cascadeclan.

☆ None yet.

[Luscinia]

Reserved just in case more information is needed to be put up.

[Luscinia]

[chick magnet]

★...C I N D E R N O S E......................→ tagged- ashstep........→ location- stoneclan camp........→ feeling- tired

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Another day full of training and duties awaited Cindernose wether she liked it or not. The tabby she-cat rolled over lazily in her nest, her tail twitching as the female dreamt. It wasn't often that Cindernose slept well or deep. Even after a long and tiring day, Cindernose would find herself laying wide awake in her nest, staring at the wall of the warriors den. If someone asked her, she was sure she could list of every single dip and nick that littered that surface with perfect accuracy. Some might think that the lack of sleep made her as grouchy as she was in the mornings, but it was rather just her personality. Even as a kit, the tabby she-cat had been fiery and hotheaded-utterly mean and brash to those she disliked. Cindernose's personality was hardly magnetic in the least, and if she were to be honest, the she-cat liked it that way. The endless buzz of chatter and such that occurred in the camp was deafening and irritating to her. Cindernose simply couldn't grasp the concept of idle small talk, and useless conversations. It was all quite mouse-brained, really.

Dim green eyes blinked open sleepily, blinking rapidly as they adjusted to the darkness of the den. If Cindernose peered closely she could see the other warriors in the den. Their pelts rose as they breathed, and occasionally, one would groan or mumble something in their sleep. To her knowledge, Cindernose never made noises in her sleep. Neither did Ashstep, now that she thought of it. At the thought of her soft-spoken brother, she looked towards the back of the warrior den. Her unwavering eyes easily picking out another tabby cat curled up in a ball, breathing rather softly. It was rather unsettling to even look at Ashstep because it was like looking at a perfect clone of herself. They looked startlingly alike, except for the slight difference in markings and eye color that one would have to look closely to spot. Cindernose couldn't count how many times other cats had called her Ashstep, because they had mixed the two of them up. The mixing up stopped quickly after it became apparent how much of a personality difference there was between the two.

Cindernose stood, her body aching in protest at the sudden movement. Picking her way carefully towards the exit of the den, she took one last glance at the sleeping cats before exiting the den. The tabby she-cat moved to the side, and sat down next to the entrance of the warrior den, her tail curling over her paws. The drowsiness clung to Cindernose like burrs making her vision and thoughts cloudy and disoriented as she tried to further prod herself awake.

★...A S H S T E P......................→ tagged- cindernose........→ location- stoneclan camp........→ feeling- discontent

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The small tabby warrior was already awake, his eyes alert and looking around the den with masked curiosity. Ashstep had been awake for quite some time, just laying there enjoying the warmth of the den. There was something about the warrior den that reminded him of the nursery-the warmth, the musty smells, and the cats all caused him to reminisce of his time as a kit. Now Ashstep was a warrior. He enjoyed it thoroughly, and went on patrols and such as often as he could, but other than that all he did was sit around while the other cats trained their apprentices. It didn't bother him that Cindernose had received an apprentice before him. The leader hadn't specified why that had been the case, but Ashstep had decided not to question the matter. It was rather boring just sitting in camp while others went to train their apprentices, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever he saw Cindernose with Mosspaw. He had always been the good natured one out of the two. Ashstep had done everything right, he had been obedient; it had seemed hardly fair when Cindernose received an apprentice before he had. Every time she caught his eye it felt like she was gloating-making fun of him. Still, Ashstep tried not to think about it. There were plenty of other things to worry about without having to worry about his wayward sister on top of it all.

After Cindernose had exited the warrior den, Ashstep too decided to get up and start on his day. The small tom lifted himself from his misshapen nest, shaking his pelt hard to remove any debris that had clung to his fur. As Ashstep make his way to the front of the den, he tried his best not to disturb any of the cats laying there. There had been many times when he accidentally stepped on another cat's tail or appendage, and Ashstep didn't want to repeat the experiences. He almost questioned why he got up so early. The chances that he would be called to be on a patrol were slim, and he didn't have an apprentice to train. So, why exactly did Ashstep bother? It was more habit at this point to get up than anything else. Even though his body screamed for the warmth of his nest, his mind was set on getting up and going.

As Ashstep padded sullenly out of the warrior den, his eyes blinded briefly by the harsh light that filtered down into the camp. After a few moments, the tabby warrior proceeded to pad to the other side of camp, sitting down directly across from where Cindernose was. A pang of disappointment pierced his gut as he saw his sister carefully ignore him. Haden't he done everything to try and make their relationship work? Haden't he tried? It was best not to dwell on what could have been, Ashstep had always told himself. Sometimes though, he couldn't help but wonder if their relationship could have turned out any differently if he had perhaps done something differently. Other siblings didn't seem to have the tension and hate that he and Cindernose had between him, so what had gone wrong? Ashstep glanced away, his eyes narrowed.

♕...S P A R R O W L E A F..............→ tagged- nobody........→ location- cascadeclan camp........→ feeling- apathetic

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It was always interesting waking up from nightmares. The terror from the dreams crept into Sparrowleaf's muscles, freezing his limbs in paralyzing fear. Rational thoughts were no where to be found as the ginger tom lay in his nest, his dim green eyes staring at wall of the warrior den. Sleep had eluded him of late and when he did find sleep, it was interrupted by flashes of demons and dying cats. The death of his parents had been a horrific thing for him. They hadn't died recently, in fact, they had died quite a long time ago a moon after Squirrelpaw had become an apprentice. Sparrowleaf's parents had died from wounds suffered from a raid conducted by demons. It really hadn't been a shock to him when they died. Squirrelpaw hadn't know, but Gingerfur and Rabbitwind had been planning on retiring from their warrior duties to live as elders. It hadn't necessarily meant that their life was coming to an end, but had signaled that their parents had reached the final chapter of life. Thus, death was to be expected and prepared for. Sparrowleaf had been prepared, but nevertheless, the young tom still had nightmares. The nightmares Sparrowleaf suffered from were almost nightly, but the young warrior dealt with them well. It hadn't affected his warrior duties in the least, if anything, it sharpened his observatory skills and concentration. Not that there was much for him to do-there wasn't really. Sparrowleaf was the youngest warrior in Cascadeclan, and because of this he had no apprentice as of yet. It didn't bother him, if anything he was relieved. There was always something to do, something to get, something to help with. Because of the demon raids and such, Cascadeclan was always needing something, wether that be herbs or prey or simply repairs done. Sparrowleaf was the cat who did all these things.

The young warrior rolled himself out of his nest, his fur sticking up on end. His mother always hated how messy his fur was-she would scold him for not properly grooming himself. Most of the time Sparrowleaf had just been too busy to eat, nevertheless groom his fur. He had duties to conduct, he had things to do. His messy fur had been the least of his worries even back then. A small pang of grief prodded his stomach, to which, he promptly pushed it away. There were always cats who had it worse than Sparrowleaf. There were cats who had lost everything, here. Sparrowleaf had Squirrelpaw and thus he had no right to feel sorrowful for deaths that had occurred moons ago.

The familiar ginger head of his sister could be seen poking out of the apprentice den just as Sparrowleaf padded across the silent camp to a place near the camp entrance where he liked to sit. As he sat, his eyes scanned the camp again. The demon attacks from the day before had been horrific; Sparrowleaf could still remember the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he watched the raid. His limbs had frozen. They had never done that before, and it had scared him greatly. Thankfully, Sparrowleaf had regained his composure quickly, but what happened if he didn't react fast enough the next time? Absentmindedly, he turned his head and gave his shoulder a hasty lick in an attempt to groom himself. Sparrowleaf might not do as thorough a job as Gingerfur had done, but it was adequate.

✯...S Q U I R R E L P A W...............→ tagged- nobody........→ location- cascadeclan camp........→ feeling- exhausted
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Demons. Sneering. Fighting. Laughing. They had come and gone in a rush of panic and fear. The demons had come so quickly, and with maddening force. They had taken what was most precious to Squirrelpaw-her parents. It was all over so quickly, and suddenly. The memories were hazy and unclear, because it had happened so quickly. She had been so scared that day, especially when she had seen her parents fighting. Gingerfur and Rabbitwind had died later on from severe injuries suffered during the raid. When Squirrelpaw learned that they had died, she had been shell shocked. Her parents were gone? It simply couldn't be. Gingerfur and Rabbitwind would be there when she woke up the next morning, talking with each other or Sparrowleaf like they always did. Rabbitwind would laugh and nod at something her brother had said, while Gingerfur tried absentmindedly to groom Sparrowleaf's unruly fur. Squirrelpaw never paid her parents any attention though; she always ignored them to the best of her ability. Even the day that they had died, Squirrelpaw hadn't even gone and visited them in the medicine cat den. She had ignored the green eyes of her mother peering at her longingly from the confines of her den-ignoring Sparrowleaf bringing them things to eat. Ignoring.

Squirrelpaw's head lifted from her nest, her eyes adjusting to the half light of the apprentice den. She could see the form of Mistpaw and Maplepaw sleeping not far from her nest was, her eyes not neglecting to notice that it was already light outside. The musty smell of the den tickled Squirrelpaw's nose, almost causing the ginger she-cat to sneeze. Squirrelpaw knew she should get up, though, it seemed rather unappealing to her. She didn't dislike Burntwillow. Honestly, she didn't. Her mentor was nice enough and patient with Squirrelpaw, but the thought of training alone almost caused Squirrelpaw to roll over and go back to sleep.

Squirrelpaw rolled out of her nest, her paws lightly stepping in the spaces between the nests; she tried her best not to disturb the still sleeping apprentices. As she exited the den, her eyes blinked rapidly at the harsh sunlight. There didn't seem to be many warriors up and around as of yet. Not that there were many warriors to begin with-only three. Squirrelpaw could pick out her brother sitting still near the warrior den, and her stomach rolled uncomfortably. Tearing her eyes away, the she-cat peered around trying to see if her mentor was up yet. Luckily, it didn't seem like she was, and Squirrelpaw couldn't help but be grateful for that. She would have a bit of time to herself before training began.

[bambi,]

Birdpaw stirred in her nest, rolling over onto her opposite side. Birdpaw had been awake for a while now, but she felt too tired to get up and get on with the day. She knew that she'd get in trouble for staying in, so everytime she heard someone else stir, she'd cough or wheeze as though she was sick. Birdpaw had already guessed that today was not going to be a good day. Becoming bored of just laying around, she groaned and heaved herself onto her paws. Her head felt heavy and so as she slowly trudged out of the den into the clearing, her head hung low as though she was ashamed. She paused just outside the den, raising her head to glance around. She was looking for Otterfrost, her mentor, but not in hopes for a training session. Birdpaw was going to spend the day trying to avoid her mentor as much as possible. The last thing she felt like doing today was training. If need be, Birdpaw thought, she'd pretend to be sick and seek out Weaselstep and Turtlepaw. Birdpaw's gaze followed Ashstep and Cindernose, curiously watching them. Birdpaw had noticed the tension between the two siblings, but she never fully understood. Jaykit crossed her mind whenever she saw the two. Would her and Jaykit's relationship have been this way if he was alive now? Or would they have gotten along as though they were best friends?

[dorkasaurus]

Ironheart ~ deputy ~ StoneClan ~ Tagged: n/a ~ Feeling: neutral

StoneClan's deputy strolled into camp through the morning mist with a stringy squirrel clamped firmly in his strong jaws, his powerful muscles rippled under his short, thick coat. Ironheart had awoken early that morning, pulled by the urge to train himself without any clanmates to bother him or duties to complete. Of course, he had an apprentice to take care of, but she was most likely still asleep in her den. Ironheart dropped the squirrel on the diminished fresh-kill pile. He made a mental note to himself to send a few warriors out on a hunting patrol. There were cats to feed, and it was the dark gray-blue tom-cat's duty to feed them. Well, one of his duties.

The squirrel had just happened to cross his path on his way back. The taste of it's blood was still on his tongue, making his claws itch for the metallic taste reminded him of battle. Puffing out his chest as his steel blue eyes swept across camp in an observant arch, Ironheart awaited for his clan to slowly awaken. He took a seat by the clan entrance and exit and proceeded to groom his shoulder. The small mist droplets scattered in the air had nestled themselves onto the tips of his fur, making them stick together. He considered a few things to teach Fallenpaw today, but nothing seemed to be more important than the other. The past few days, Ironheart had concentrated mostly on battle training, for it was what he thought to be the most important strength a warrior could have, but that was his opinion of course. That's what the broad-shouldered warrior lived for.

Stopping his grooming, Ironheart examined the gray sky, suddenly remembering how it had looked with the silver stars spread across it on his night vigil after becoming a warrior. Becoming a warrior did not stop the deputy from training. It only made him train harder and push himself beyond his limits, for his burning desires overpowered every aching muscle and every scratch he felt. Ironheart sighed lightly, a deep huff coming from the masculine cat. He sometimes wondered if he cared too much for his duties and clan rather than his actual clanmates... It was more about survival and being strong for Ironheart. The idea of having friends and possibly even a mate were mostly blotted out from his mind. What if he had to choose between them and the survival of his beloved clan? The muscular tom wasn't sure if he could make that choice... He wasn't even sure if there was a cat in the clan he could consider a friend more or less. Either way, no matter what he felt, he would protect every cat until his last breath. Because after all, it isn't easy to crack an iron heart.


Rainfeather ~ permanent queen ~ CascadeClan ~ Tagged: n/a ~ Feeling: sleepy

Nose tucked under a soft delicate paw, Rainfeather was sound asleep in the nursery. She was curled up in a newly made nest, thanks to CascadeClan's studious apprentices. Her flank rose and fell gently with each silent breath she took in and released. It was an easy life to be a permanent queen. She only had kits to care for, but Rainfeather wanted to be something more than that. Often times, she felt useless. The kits she cared for didn't need her all the time, and what would happen when they were grown? She wouldn't ever see them grow up obviously, but the blind she-cat knew they would be great someday.

It had been moons since Rainfeather lost her sight, but she still remembered what it was like to see the world. The way dew sparkled in the morning and when her clanmates returned from a hunting patrol with plenty of prey... Images like these... They still swirled around in her mind. She had become accustomed to being blind, but the fluffy, silver furred she-cat was often sound wistfully thinking about being able to see again. How her sight had been taken away from her was still a mystery, but the taunting rumors she remembered hearing included speculations about evil spirits... She wasn't sure herself. It was all an enigma to her as it was to anyone else in her clan. She felt no different, though. Her heart still remained true, and her want to serve her clan remained strong.