[Mythz]

Moons ago, the five warrior clans, ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan were destroyed by a massive storm. A tornado tore through the territories, and a massive forest fire ran through ThunderClan. The cats who were able to escape alive fled. With the remaining cats, StarClan contacted many warriors, even kittypets, to create new clans. If their plan failed, the warrior code may just be lost forever.




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Welcome to Rays of New Light. For short, it may be referred to as RoNL or Rays. With the cats you gather, you can create your groups, whether it be a clan, a tribe, or whatever comes to mind. Please remember that the leveling up tasks and limits must be met. This includes no more than one leader or one deputy depending on your level unless you complete the "Expansion Challenge."



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[b]Name;;[/b]
[b]Gender;;[/b] Molly
[b]Age;;[/b]
[b]Rank;;[/b]
[b]Clan;;[/b]

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Username;; dewly_noted
Name;; Finch
Gender;; Molly
Age;; 42 Moons
Rank;; Marquess
Clan;; Ravens Brook Allegiance








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[ShrimpnamedLuka]

Username;; Suga Yoongi
Name;; WeaselPaw
Gender;; Molly
Age;; 6 moons
Rank;; Deputy
Clan;; Taiga Clan

Prompt;;

Mark

[Ravendarus]

Username;;
Ravendarus

Name;;
Leafpaw (Leafmask)

Gender;;
Molly

Age;;
7 moons

Rank;;
Apprentice

Clan;;
Hollowclan

Prompt

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p e r s o n a l i t y
Leafpaw is a quiet she-cat, she's not afraid or anything, she's just shy. She prefers to observe others rather then interact with them. Leafpaw is a very observant she-cat, she learns as much as she can by watching others and tends to stray away from them if they get to close or she does. She's trying to cope with her shyness but isn't doing to good of a job. She's trying to learn to accept it and then overcome it, but she really needs help but every time she tries to be brave she runs away as fast as she can. She doesn't plan to stop trying to be brave and she's not afraid, she wants to be better, stronger for someone she lost and for someone who could really use the help. Leafpaw, despite her shyness is a really kind-hearted she-cat, despite being shy, she is very tolerant and her smile which is given often is a symbolic portrait of her kindness. She does not have much courage by herself, but it gleams when she has a purpose, Leafpaw also has an ability to sense a higher truth behind things, though she wouldn't consider it very special. She can also be very intelligent, she often is able to spot a dangerous plant or point out something that others don't seem to notice. This side appears when she is serious about helping another and she removes her translucent mask. She looks at the world in a different way, and never worries about the small stuff, she is the type of she-cat who doesn't ask for the moon and only appreciates what she has. Leafpaw is trying her best to be a good apprentice but she still struggles to keep up with her training.

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h i s t o r y
Leafpaw was born into Hollowclan, despite being so young she has lived a pretty hard life. She never got to meet her father who died before she was born and her mother was killed by a fox when she got to close to the den when hunting. Leafpaw was sad when she lost her mother but Fallingstar has taken her in and began training her as an apprentice, she is honored to be trained by her leader as a mentor.

m e n t o r
Leafpaw looked up quietly at Fallingstar as she slipped into her chamber gently, Leafpaw jumped up softly, "Fallingstar?" She asked, "Mhmm, ready?" Fallingstar asked softly looking at Leafpaw quietly, "R-Ready?" Leafpaw stammered surprised, Fallingstar nodded her head, "For training." She said before she slipped out into the tunnels swiftly. Leafpaw blinked and chased after her swiftly, "A-Ah yes!" she said as she moved after her leader, following the dark she-cat through the tunnels before they slipped out in the meadow of the training fields. She perked her ears waiting as Fallingstar perked her ears and listened to the area before she walked out and sat down curling her tail, "It's safe." She called. Leafpaw poked her head out nervously before she slipped out curling her tail as she did. "O-Okay.... if you a-are sure." She said, "I wouldn't have called you out otherwise." Fallingstar mused with a faint purr.

Leafpaw sat down quietly with her ears pinned back tightly as she looked down, Fallingstar looked at her and shook her head, "Leafpaw... I know... it's hard." She said, "I understand you miss your mother, but you need to learn to be a warrior." She said. "You can't hide in the tunnels forever." she noted. Leafpaw slowly looked up at her, "I-I know... it's just... I-I'm afraid." She said sheepishly looking down, Fallingstar nodded her head, "I understand." She said before she nudged her gently and nuzzled her head getting up, "Your father and I were close... I know he and your mother would want you safe and to become a warrior." Fallingstar said softly to her, "I know you can do it." She said. Leafpaw looked up surprised and smiled sheepishly nodding her head, "T-Thank you Fallingstar..." She said before she got up, "I am r-ready." She said, Fallingstar nodded, "Then we'll start with hunting training. I have hidden a dead mouse... can you find it?" She asked. Leafpaw smiled sheepishly and nodded her head, "O-Okay..." She said and went looking.

She ended up finding the mouse under a bed of leaves under a tree and bounded back to Fallingstar holding it up sheepishly, Fallingstar smiled and nodded her head in approval, "See I knew you could do it... now let's practice stalking through the grass." She said as she showed her how after letting her enjoy the mouse, the two spend most of the morning training, slowly getting Leafpaw more confident in her abilities.

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There was a heaviness to the air that accompanied the chill, slowing blinking against the white light fought off the way the world was spinning, a wash in colours in noise. At her side Robin twitched, coming to attention beside her, identifying the same yowling dismay and anger that had pulled her out of slumber. There was a danger to the air and their small group was built on a fragile peace that their mother had cultivated like a the first plant to break through the winter frost.

The once careful, quiet chatter that usually littered the campsite was replaced with shrill screams of horror and dismay. If Finch had her way the two would have turned heel and squeezed their way through the passage at the back of the den, the one they had used to sneak out at night against their mothers wishes. It was Robin who was the one who always decided. It was Robin who chose to tentatively move to see what had caused the chaos. They didn't get as far as to see themselves before a stranger stepped into the den as if he owned it, eyes scanning it before settling on them.

"Found some kits!" He shouted behind him, stepping towards them with a tilt to his head, curious as to what they would do. Finch cowered, crouched behind her sister as Robin simply stared into the eyes of this new stranger, unyielding to the fear that coated the air.

In turn, the stranger let out an amused snort, a wickedness to their gaze and they moved forward and began shoving the two sister to see the chaos outside.

Her mother was dead. That was the first thing that caught Finch's gaze. The second was the tom cat who stood above her mother'd form, his body thin and spindly. She felt the bile raise in her throat as every single moment of her life repeated in her head in one instant. She felt light headed and confused, tipsy with the shock of everything that was unfolding.

The cat turned to them, his malformed face glaring down at them with a cruelty that seemed unending. Bless her sisters heart, Robin moved, placing herself between the two of them. For all that Finch was shaking Robin was icy calm, starring into the eyes of this murderer with no signs of stepping down. Around them the cats they had grown up were all cowering as new faces did their best to intimidate the masses. Finch had to agree that cowering, not fighting cats with such clear blood lust was a good idea. Her sister wasn't a coward, she'd die before she let someone tell her what to do- oh stars above her sister was going to get herself killed.

"Ro'bi please," she whispered, desperately trying to get a hold of her sisters scruff and dissuade her from running head first into her own death. The cat, who she now suspected was the ringleader, looked at her like she was a fly and she stopped her protest. Pleased with this he returned to staring at Robin, contemplative and decisive.

"This kit shows promise, I hope you'll train her well, Laurel." He spoke, before turning away to address all the cats in the camp. He had nothing good to say.

They took over from that day on. They were like a fire that burned through the camp and left scorched earth behind. Finch did her best to adapt, but she would never adapt as well as her sister did. She stayed in the shadows, watching as her sister turned from a hopeful bullheaded kit into a coldhearted murderer. Even as her sister fell further from grace they still remained close. Not matter what the world threw at them, Finch always had a place to hide in her sisters shadow.


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Finch has the nature of a lone rogue; aggressive, blunt and stubborn. She is resourceful and intelligent but is a coward in the face of raging violence. Most people find it hard to believe that Finch ever wakes up on the right side of her nest and they'd be right in thinking that. She's been betrayed before and is slow to trust. She will do whatever it takes to get wherever she needs to go. Never hesitant in taking a life and always preparing for the worst. She isn't violent but instead she is a master of poison and charisma, she will feed you the food that leads to your death with a smile, with a purpose. On her better days, she is soft and caring, some would say it was her rough kithood that made her so closed off from showing affection.

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Username;; dewly_noted
Cat Name;; Finch
Gender;; female
Age;; 42 moons
Clan;; Raven's Brook Allegiance
Rank;; Marquess

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There was a heaviness to the air that accompanied the chill, slowing blinking against the white light fought off the way the world was spinning, a wash in colours in noise. At her side Robin twitched, coming to attention beside her, identifying the same yowling dismay and anger that had pulled her out of slumber. There was a danger to the air and their small group was built on a fragile peace that their mother had cultivated like a the first plant to break through the winter frost.

The once careful, quiet chatter that usually littered the campsite was replaced with shrill screams of horror and dismay. If Finch had her way the two would have turned heel and squeezed their way through the passage at the back of the den, the one they had used to sneak out at night against their mothers wishes. It was Robin who was the one who always decided. It was Robin who chose to tentatively move to see what had caused the chaos. They didn't get as far as to see themselves before a stranger stepped into the den as if he owned it, eyes scanning it before settling on them.

"Found some kits!" He shouted behind him, stepping towards them with a tilt to his head, curious as to what they would do. Finch cowered, crouched behind her sister as Robin simply stared into the eyes of this new stranger, unyielding to the fear that coated the air.

In turn, the stranger let out an amused snort, a wickedness to their gaze and they moved forward and began shoving the two sister to see the chaos outside.

Her mother was dead. That was the first thing that caught Finch's gaze. The second was the tom cat who stood above her mother'd form, his body thin and spindly. She felt the bile raise in her throat as every single moment of her life repeated in her head in one instant. She felt light headed and confused, tipsy with the shock of everything that was unfolding.

The cat turned to them, his malformed face glaring down at them with a cruelty that seemed unending. Bless her sisters heart, Robin moved, placing herself between the two of them. For all that Finch was shaking Robin was icy calm, starring into the eyes of this murderer with no signs of stepping down. Around them the cats they had grown up were all cowering as new faces did their best to intimidate the masses. Finch had to agree that cowering, not fighting cats with such clear blood lust was a good idea. Her sister wasn't a coward, she'd die before she let someone tell her what to do- oh stars above her sister was going to get herself killed.

"Ro'bi please," she whispered, desperately trying to get a hold of her sisters scruff and dissuade her from running head first into her own death. The cat, who she now suspected was the ringleader, looked at her like she was a fly and she stopped her protest. Pleased with this he returned to staring at Robin, contemplative and decisive.

"This kit shows promise, I hope you'll train her well, Laurel." He spoke, before turning away to address all the cats in the camp. He had nothing good to say.

They took over from that day on. They were like a fire that burned through the camp and left scorched earth behind. Finch did her best to adapt, but she would never adapt as well as her sister did. She stayed in the shadows, watching as her sister turned from a hopeful bullheaded kit into a coldhearted murderer. Even as her sister fell further from grace they still remained close. Not matter what the world threw at them, Finch always had a place to hide in her sisters shadow.


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Finch has the nature of a lone rogue; aggressive, blunt and stubborn. She is resourceful and intelligent but is a coward in the face of raging violence. Most people find it hard to believe that Finch ever wakes up on the right side of her nest and they'd be right in thinking that. She's been betrayed before and is slow to trust. She will do whatever it takes to get wherever she needs to go. Never hesitant in taking a life and always preparing for the worst. She isn't violent but instead she is a master of poison and charisma, she will feed you the food that leads to your death with a smile, with a purpose. On her better days, she is soft and caring, some would say it was her rough kithood that made her so closed off from showing affection.

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Username;; dewly_noted
Cat Name;; Finch
Gender;; female
Age;; 42 moons
Clan;; Raven's Brook Allegiance
Rank;; Marquess

Congrats! I enjoyed the story and the character development you showed.
She seems like one we should all keep an eye out for...

I'd like to give an shoutout (not an HM) to Ravendarus. I also really liked the development in character and your form was very pleasing to the eye!

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!!! The murder bean, or the soft murder bean, not as murderous as her sister but she's up there!

Thank you mythz!!