Riverclan Redeemed (Warriors ROLEPLAY) {NEED MEMBERS!}

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(alright, thanks! i'll post their starters)

Cinna-Tom-8 moons-Loner-Forest
Cinna's amber gaze was bright as he raced along a thick oak branch, bounding from tree to tree in a hustled excitement. The young tom, barely 8 moons old but already so beyond his years in maturity, had regained a kit-like gleam in his eye upon crossing the strong scent marks. He was hoping, hoping beyond all hope, that his journey had ended and he would fulfill the promise he had made so long ago to his father.
All the surrounding cats knew not to cross the strong boundaries they set about their territory, for they would be fought with tooth and claw and heart by the skillful inhabitants.
He heard his father's voice in his mind, and grinned at the thought. He was not afraid. He was not afraid because he had finally found what he had been searching for since that fateful stormy night in the alley he had known as home. He was not afraid to find the last piece of his father he would ever know.
"I'm here!" he yowled, relishing in the vast expanse of greenery, feeling the air beneath his paws as he soared over another gap. What he was not prepared for however, was the emptiness that greeted him, rather than the sturdy branch he had been expecting. The wind had thrown off his jump, and he was now tumbling in a free-fall, his descent broken only by the occasional branch in his way, though none were big enough for him to latch onto before he hit the ground with a pained yelp, vaguely aware of two voices nearby as his vision blurred.

Emberstrike-She-cat-24 moons-Warrior-Camp
Emberstrike was not in the best mood when she entered camp, but that was a surprise to no one, as it was very likely no cat alive had ever experienced Emberstrike's best mood, possibly not even the dark she-cat herself. She wasn't, however, in the worst mood either, which was good, as many cats had experienced that mood, and it was a true wonder they all escaped with their ears and tails unmarked. Then again, as strong as her anger was, her strength of will matched it, and she refused to injure her clanmates, no matter how annoying they may become. She dropped her squirrel and rabbit on the fresh kill pile, stretching the aches from carrying the large prey for such a long distance. She had found rabbits were rather rare on RiverClan's original territory, and she had travelled into ThunderClan's old turf to track one down, unable to shake the desire for a good chase. Whilst there, she had found a rather fat squirrel that she simply couldn't ignore, and had caught that too. With those catches weighing her down, she had been forced to retreat back to camp, knowing it really was quality over quantity in this case, and no one would want a rabbit dragged along the forest floor, no matter how plump it was. She relaxed in the shade by the warrior's den then, sitting alone- not unusual- and dragging her tongue through the soft fur of her chest, which was a few shades lighter than the dark ginger base coat she had on the rest of her body. She found the slow, steady task of grooming rather relaxing, and often used it as a way to unwind after a long day of hunting and such. It was no burden that it kept her pelt healthy and soft. Her green eyes flickered shut as she began to immerse herself in the patterned movements, taking the quiet to reflect back on her day.

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{Spiritstar~She-cat~Location: Forest~Tag:Cinna}
Spiritstar padded alongside Ivystorm, a gentle breeze stirring her white fur, stripes of grey peeking out. She exhaled, reveling in the gentle silence in the forest and warm feeling of companionship as her clanmate padded alongside her. A sudden sound of branches cracking and leaves ripping snapped Spiritstar out of her dreamlike trance. Without meaning to, she unleashed her claws. Her hackles raised and she prepared for a fight.
{Ivystorm~She-cat~Location:Forest~Tag:Cinna}
Ivystorm was padding back to camp, Ash gently held between her teeth, when a cat fell out of the foxin' sky and landed with a thunk at her feet. It scared her so much, she almost dropped the little kit in the dirt right there. She backpedaled faster than a Windclan cat racing after a rabbit, staring at the tabby with a mix of wonder and fear.

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Cinna-Tom-8 moons-Loner-Forest
Tags: Spiritstar, Ivystorm
Cinna let out a muffled moan as his vision began to clear, giving way to a throbbing in his head and a sharp pain in his right forepaw. The young tom stood up unsteadily, shaking out his thick fur, and staring out at the forest, sharp gaze searching for any possible danger. A crack from a twig behind him though, had him leaping into the air and spinning about, letting out a yelp of surprise as he lay eyes upon the two she-cats, one of which was carrying a kit in her jaws. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, and looked at them steadily, grateful for his long legs, which made him nearly as tall as them. He knew from his father's stories that the clan cats kept their kits in camp at all costs, so there was no reason for two cats to be heading towards the border with a kit. That is, unless they weren't clan cats. If that was the case, he would do his best to chase them off; though he hadn't been accepted into the clan yet, he had spent most of his life learning and looking for them, and he wasn't going to let possible kit-stealers just waltz out of the territory. "Who are you?" he asked boldly, standing tall with his head held high. "And what are you doing with that kit?" he added, a challenge in his gaze.

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{Spiritstar~She-cat~Location:Forest~Tag:Cinna}
Spiritstar instantly turned from threatening to amused. She purred, realizing this was just a young cat apprentice-age, and mewed, "Well, for starters, I'm the leader of whom's territory you're currently trespassing in. I think a more reasonable question is, who might you be?" She cocked one dark grey ear quizzically, claws sliding back into her furry white paws.
{Ivystorm~She-cat~Location:Forest~Tag's:Spiritstar, Cinna}
Ivystorm realized this was just an apprentice, either a rouge, loner, or apprentice from one of the other many clans. She put ash down, safely between her light grey paws. "This kit was found on the edge of our territory. We're bringing her home with us." She spoke hesitantly, unsure if she should attack or run, but Spiritstar didn't seem to consider this strange young one a threat.

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Cinna-Tom-8 moons-Loner-Forest
Tags: Spiritstar, Ivystorm
Cinna's ears perked at the grey she-cat's words, shoving the slight offense that came with her amusement, his interest immediately piqued. Leader? Territory? Trespassing? Home? Moons of wandering had taught him the importance of listening- every word a cat said could be used to piece them together. So far, he knew this was a group of cats with an order of authority, they had a territory under their control in which no cat outside the group was welcome, and they had a home, which meant they weren't wanderers. Clan cats! He realized with a surge of excitement, all wariness gone. "You're... he took a sniff, trying to identify their clan. Hesitation entered his gaze though, as he got a mixture of the smells his father had described. "I think... RiverClan... but you also smell a bit like the others as well." he said, obviously puzzled. He let his jaw open slightly, taking in the scent of her companion, only to find the same results. He didn't bother sniffing the kit- from what the quieter she-cat had said, he expected the kit to simply smell of wherever it was found. "Well... I suppose I'm in no position to ask questions." he said with a respectful dip of his head. Though he was the age of an apprentice, his journey had made him grow up fast, possibly too fast. It was useful though- he wouldn't have survived if he wasn't able to grow to encompass his surroundings. "My name is Cinna. I've been searching for your clans since I was three and a half moons old." He said, eyes shining brightly, the only thing to betray his excitement.

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{Spiritstar~She-cat~Location:Forest~Tag:Cinna}
Across Spiritstar's muzzle, a small smile grew. She know what she should do as a leader. Tell him to leave the territory. Go back to wherever he came from. Leave the clans to clanbornes only.
But she couldn't. The look of passion on his face warmed her heart, and reminded her of the kittens she once had. There was no way she could turn him out. She said in a soft, gentle voice, "Well done. We are indeed Riverclan cats." Her pride of him grew even more at his obvious respect for clancats. "Cinna, I hope you will find a place among our clan. We will raise you like out own."
Before she even realized it, the words had escaped her muzzle. She didn't know why she felt so drawn to this young cat. She stepped foreward, pressing her nose to his as a gesture of welcoming, and with a jolt she realized why. His scent. The warm scent of her brother. This cat was the closest thing she had to a son.
{Ivystorm~She-cat~Location:Forest~Tag/s:Cinna,Spiritstar}
(OH FRIK FLOOD WARNING I GTG SORRY M8)

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(Wait never-mind false alarm, they sent the warning to the wrong place, that's embarrassing)
{Ivystorm~She-cat~Location:Forest~Tag/s:Spiritstar,Cinna}
Ivystorm glanced at her leader in shock. Letting a complete stranger join the clan? What if he killed them in their sleep? She vowed to keep an eye on him. Sure, he was young. But... some cats got infected young, brainwashed by the Bloodclans... into violent creatures, cannibals... She shook her fur, and forced herself to greet Cinna.
"H-hi. I'm Ivystorm," she muttered, avoiding his gaze. She picked up Ash and continued walking back to camp.

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Cinna-Tom-8 moons-Loner-Forest
Tags: Spiritstar, Ivystorm
Cinna's muscles tensed slightly as he saw an internal battle begin in her eyes. What about, he knew not, but he recognized one when he saw it. Though he was nervous and feared rejection, he had to appreciate the fact that she was so careful, even with young cats, as to who was allowed to join her clan. If he was accepted, he now knew he would be accepted into somewhere safe. He wanted more than anything to contribute to that safety, and help give other cats the feeling of protection that he had only felt previously in the presence of one cat, a cat that was now gone. His ears perked at her praise, and a tentative smile appeared on his muzzle, relief washing over him at her decision. His tail twitched in slight shock as she pressed her muzzle to his head- he hadn't felt a friendly touch since he was a kit- but he quickly calmed his nerves, instead focusing on the warmth of another cat, a cat that wouldn't try to chase him off or hunt him down. "Thank you." he breathed, looking up at her with shining eyes. "I promise you won't regret it." He then turned to the other she-cat, dipping his head in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Ivystorm." he said, noticing but feigning ignorance at her averse behavior. He knew and understood why cats would be hesitant to accept an outsider, especially if times were so tough that the very different clans had been forced together, for one reason or another. "What's your name?" he asked, turning back to the leader.

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Sorry I haven't been on, I had a soccer game.
{Spiritstar~She-cat~Location:River~Tag:Cinna}
Spiritstar could see the warmth and gratitude in Cinna's eyes, and she loved him all the more for it. She decided she would be his mentor, that it was only right for her to train her almost-but-not-quite son. "I am Spiritstar. We will head back to camp now, over the river. Can you swim, or do we have to take the path where the stones are?" she asked, hoping he could swim. She was in the mood for it, the feeling of power that came with moving effortlessly through the cool blue world of water, the feeling of becoming one with nature.
{Ivypool~She-cat~Location:Forest~Tag:Cinna}
Ivypool almost jumped when she realized the young cat was speaking to her. I need to be more alert! "Nice to meet you too," she said hesitantly. She watched as Spiritstar welcomed the tom with open paws, so to speak, and wondered if it was for a bigger reason than just the cat's determined attitude and the caring nature of her leader.
{Ok, FYI, I'm adding another cat named Stormgaze. He can be hunting with your second OC. I'll describe him more later.}

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(no problem!)
Cinna-Tom-8 moons-Loner-Forest
Tags: Spiritstar, Ivystorm
Cinna was further surprised as he looked at the face of his new leader, her eyes shining with an emotion that was familiar yet... lost. He knew he had seen it before, but he wasn't sure where, and he had no idea of what it was. At her question, his curiosity was promptly forgotten, replaced with eagerness as he nodded. In his journey here, he had taken any opportunity given to him to learn the specialties of each clan. He had built his strength by fighting off those who attacked him, and had practiced climbing and traveling in trees when he had to cross twoleg gardens- something he had grown to enjoy doing greatly- both ThunderClan traits. His endurance was built simply by the constant traveling, a WindClan trait, though he doubted he would ever really adapt speed- he simply wasn't built very well for it. While he had long legs, most of his muscular strength was in his shoulders and backlegs, rather than his back and forelegs, which helped with climbing, not running. He had spent his youth learning how to hide and stalk silently in the shadows, so that ShadowClan aspect had been covered. His RiverClan traits had been easily obtained- swimming came naturally to him, and though his pelt looked fluffy, it was actually quite waterproof. He had come prepared to join whatever Clan would take him, though he preferred ThunderClan or RiverClan. "Yes, of course I can swim!" he said with a bright smile, eager to place his paws in the river his father had spoken of. The river that bordered the well-enforced RiverClan camp.
(alright, thanks! i'll repost her starter)

Emberstrike-She-cat-24 moons-Warrior-Camp
Emberstrike was not in the best mood when she entered camp, but that was a surprise to no one, as it was very likely no cat alive had ever experienced Emberstrike's best mood, possibly not even the dark she-cat herself. She wasn't, however, in the worst mood either, which was good, as many cats had experienced that mood, and it was a true wonder they all escaped with their ears and tails unmarked. Then again, as strong as her anger was, her strength of will matched it, and she refused to injure her clanmates, no matter how annoying they may become. She dropped her squirrel and rabbit on the fresh kill pile, stretching the aches from carrying the large prey for such a long distance. She had found rabbits were rather rare on RiverClan's original territory, and she had travelled into ThunderClan's old turf to track one down, unable to shake the desire for a good chase. Whilst there, she had found a rather fat squirrel that she simply couldn't ignore, and had caught that too. With those catches weighing her down, she had been forced to retreat back to camp, knowing it really was quality over quantity in this case, and no one would want a rabbit dragged along the forest floor, no matter how plump it was. She relaxed in the shade by the warrior's den then, sitting alone- not unusual- and dragging her tongue through the soft fur of her chest, which was a few shades lighter than the dark ginger base coat she had on the rest of her body. She found the slow, steady task of grooming rather relaxing, and often used it as a way to unwind after a long day of hunting and such. It was no burden that it kept her pelt healthy and soft. Her green eyes flickered shut as she began to immerse herself in the patterned movements, taking the quiet to reflect back on her day.