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[Kylee Hart]

{{Thanks, you're good.

[20%coolerwonderbolt]

Hawkclaw snarled,
"Journeypaw! I'm busy! And sure, mousebrain!" The cat underneath her tried to use this opportunity to throw her off. She silently prayed that the other cats would help her. Firebird looked very shaken. Something was definitely wrong with these cats.

[Only_Sky]

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RipClaw. 18 Moons. She-cat. Mother to RockKit, single.

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- Eating a sparrow in the nursery. Open.
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SunCrow. 13 Moons. Tom. Single.

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Rolling his eyes, SunCrow curled up and prodded the kit playfully.
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JourneyPaw. 8 Moons. She-cat. Single.

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Growling, the she-cat hissed and darted under some of the MaskedClan cats, nipping their legs and stomachs roughly. Turning, she leaped at a large tom, clawing his tabby face. The tom bit her paw, but that did not stop the small apprentice. Hissing, she screeched furiously and jumped on his side, biting her spine and holding, using her back paws to claw his ribs and stomach.
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LillyPaw. 8 Moons. Tom. Single

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- Asleep in the apprentice den, open.
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RockKit. Tom. 1 Moon. Single

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RockKit hissed and chewed on the warrior's tail.
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[Kylee Hart]

Firebird glanced at the leader of the masked clan, and what was in his eyes scared her. There was murder there, and ruthlessness. She mewled slightly accidentally, and he cuffed her across the face. Hawkclaw lept on a masked cat to her right, followed by Feathertail, Journeypaw, and a strange cat with patterns that reminded Firebird across her face. Her clanmates and the strange cat fought ferociously, but more masked cats appeared. Around fifty cats surrounded the five, and the leader stood at one edge inside the circle. "Traitors, are you?" Another masked cat appeared; a she-cat dragging a large tom with silver fur. "This one was spying." The leader unsheathed his claws. "Any of you know what we do to traitors?" The silver tom spat up in the black cat's face. "Ask them to join you." The tom pounced on the silver tom, tearing at the silver fur with his glimmering claws. The tom cried out, and the shell-faced cat ran out and planted herself in front of him. "Stop, you beast!" The leader purred, amused. "In love, are you? I'll make sure you see him die." The she-cat glanced at Feathertail, and her face was written with fear.

{{My plan for this is for these cats to be kidnapped and held hostage. Eventually we'll have a battle and they will be reunited with their clan. They might even become loners temporarily and then come back to the clan when they find it.

[20%coolerwonderbolt]

"Aspenstar! Kestrelpaw! Help!" Hawkclaw screamed desperately. She knew these cats were going to take them, dead or alive. A large cat smacked her with a hind leg sending her flying. Her head hit a tree. Her vision started fading. The last thing she saw before going unconscious was the silver tom, laying still a ways off.

[rose626]

(Sorry I've been inactive. Has Clover become part of the clan?)
Fallenleaves
He could hear a comotion by one of the gathering boarders. He limped over to see what was going on. He made sure to stay hidden behind a bush before peering out. He had to use his tail to cover his mouth to stop him gasping. He couldn't figure what was going on. At first it looked like a sort of mini meeting for the Maskedclan, but he could hear something about being a traitor? Do they have a traitor? He shrugged. 'Unlikely.' he thought to himself. As he looked closer, he noticed movement inside what seemed like a circle. He heard a cat that sounded like he was from a different clan. "Stop, you beast." He couldn't figure out who said it. But it appeared that they were taunting this cat in a low grumbling noise he couldn't hear. Fallenleaves didn't want to go any closer in case they found him, but all he could do was listen in horror at what was going on.

[Kylee Hart]

Firebird pressed against Feathertail, her puffed fur making her look larger than normal. His tail flicked over her back protectively, then he tensed. Hawkclaw jumped into the air. "Aspenstar! Kestrelpaw! Help!" Firebird knew the clan couldn't hear them, and the masked cats reacted instantly. A large tom leaped towards Hawkclaw and sent the she-cat flying. Her head hit a tree with an audible crack, and she fell to the ground.


Stonepaw scrambled up a tree and looked down at the silent gathering. She knew it wasn't silent to anyone but her, but it was still silent. There seemed almost to be less cats than there had been a few moments ago... She dismissed the thought, certain that her mind was playing tricks on her.

[-=Elita=-]

[[Alright and thank you!]]

Username: -=Elita=-
Name: Talonstride
Gender: Tom
Age(In moons): 50-60 moons (around 5 human years)
Rank: "Having noticed that the former deputy is no longer with the clan, I would like to become the new deputy, if Aspenstar is wiling. But if not, then I will proudly serve my new clan as a senior warrior."
Description:
Mate: None, and currently not wanting one, buy maybe if the right she-cat comes along....

Personality: Talonstride is not much of a talker, which is why I am answering this in his stead. He has always been the kind of personality that prefers to hear than to be heard. He speaks his mind honestly and strongly, but only when need be, disliking useless chitchat. His sole desire is to serve and defend his clan, a role that he takes seriously. He is strong and confident in his abilities, having honed them greatly in his training, though his skill lies in his fighting, able to stand firm against attackers while being able to retaliate with solid blows. Though for all his loyalty and skill, he is a difficult cat to approach. His stoic and quiet nature usually forbids long conversation, and though he has a deep love and attachment to his clanmates, he is not all that keen on deep, personal relationships, wanting to put all his time and effort into serving his clan with tangible means such as hunting. He often comes off as being blunt and a bit cold-hearted at times.

History: Talonstride was born into the clan just like many other warriors, the only kit in his litter. Both his mother, Swanfeather, and father, Stripedpelt, were warriors who died of illness in leafbare. That season in particular hit the clan hard, and every cat was feeling the pain. Swanfeather, weak from the cold, caught a cough that developed into greencough rapidly. She died within the moon from lack of food and strength. Her death hurt Stripedpelt to his core, and he struggled to get over her loss. Just before the cold broke to welcome in newleaf, a sudden snowstorm brewed. While trying to hunt, an accident plunged Stripedpelt into an icy river. He was rescued by his clanmates, but the cold never left his body, and soon after, just like his mate, he gained a cough and never recovered. After the death of both his parents, Talonstride took it into his own paws to serve the clan as best he could for them, who gave everything, even their lives. He trained harder and hunted with more concentration from then on, becoming a warrior they could be proud of.

Username: -=Elita=-
Name: Ayla -> Spottedpaw -> Spottedwind
Gender: She-cat
Age(In moons): 7 moons
Rank: Kittypet -> Apprentice
Description:
Mate: "I would love to have one in the future maybe..."

Personality: Ayla is a young cat full of enthusiasm and a love for the unknown, which may or may not get her into trouble. Her adventurous spirit makes her quick to overcome fear, and 'shy' is not in her nature. For all her enthusiasm, she does have a tendency to leap before she thinks, and has a bit of a concentration problem. She has natural hunting and stalking skills due to her heritage and, thanks to her long legs, is one of the swiftest runners any cat has ever seen. On the flip side though, she has strong feeling of attachment to her kittypet kin, and gets greatly offended at the mention of any cat degrading them or kittypets in general. Her open personality makes her prone to wear her emotions on her fur as well, which kind of gets on Talonstride's nerves.

History: Ayla comes from a family of cat breeder twolegs who live in a nest in the mountains. She is the daughter of King and Sarabi, two pure bred Savannah cats. Her days spent in the twoleg nest are kind of bland; exploring every nook and cranny in her wake when she isn't busy bothering/playing with her two older brothers Romulous and Remeus, both born from an earlier litter. Outside the twoleg nest is a wired enclosure which lets the cats outside while keeping them from escaping or getting injured by all that lies in the woods around them. At least, it tries to keep them in. One random dawn Ayla managed to find a lose corner in the netting and created a passage into the outside woods. Enthralled by what she saw, and partially what her inner wild cat willed her to do, she made it a habit to sneak through the webbing any chance she got to explore the mysterious land beyond. It was there that she fell in love with the trees, the way prey scurried across the bush, and how her paws seemed to meld into the earth as if they were always meant to be there. Several moons go by with her flipping in between staying inside the nest and wandering the forest until one day she happens upon a clan cat. Much like the meeting between Rusty and Bluestar in the past, Ayla journeys to join the clan she felt as if she truly belonged in. From there, she earns the name Spottedpaw for her coat, then Spottedwind in honor of her speed. (if someone is willing to collaborate with this, it would be awesome)


Username: -=Elita=-
Name: Cricketleap
Gender: Tom
Age(In moons): Too many. He was born around the time of the dinosaurs (maybe not that long but he is pretty freaking old)
Rank: Elder
Description: Inspired by
Mate: Tinyfawn (Dead)
Kits: Gorseshadow, Tawnyear, Heatherfoot, and Applekit (all dead)

Personality: In his youth, Cricketleap was a fine warrior who took pleasure in tricks and gags a little more than he should have. Everyone in the clan enjoyed his antics, coupled with his up beat personality and carefree nature, he was easily loved by all, and all were the tail ends of his pranks sooner or later. Not much could bring his spirit down; when faced with trials or grief, he took it upon himself to cheer up his clanmates and live with excess in memory and honor of his fallen friends. Even in his old age, he never passes up the chance for a good laugh, though his antics now put his clan in unease and he unknowingly endangers himself and others.

History: Cricketleap is a natural born clancat that seemed to have it all together. His easy personality made him popular with his peers, even in his younger days, and it seemed not even a sunrise after earning his warrior name, he took on shy, little Tinyfawn as his mate. They were denmates and he fell for her caring nature and soft spoken heart as much as she fell for his joy and unshakable talent for mischief. They had four kits together, though that is wear his misfortune would begin. Of the four kits, Applekit was the smallest and weakest of them all, tread over by her siblings, and it was not long after her birth that Starclan claimed her. This horrid loss hurt the young lovers greatly, and each poured all they had into their three remaining kits. All became warriors, but each met early ends. The first, Tawnyear, was killed by a falling tree trying to return to camp during a terrible storm. Heatherfoot followed moons later, dying while defending her clanmates during an attack from a pair of foxes. Gorseshadow joined starclan much later than his sisters, well into his senior warrior days, killed by wounds received in battle. Each loss took their toll on Cricketleap and his mate, though Tinyfawn seemed to never recover. Slowly growing more and more frail due to her sorrow, not even his banter could lift her spirits. Many many moons passed before she passed, too exhausted to fight leafbare. Losing her was what broke Cricketleap in the end. Now an elder, he spends his days bantering randomly or wandering off without knowing what he is doing. No medicine cat knows what was wrong with him, but time seemed to eat away at his mind, his memories, to the point where he doesn't even know who Tinyfawn is, nor how to even bathe himself properly. It seems as if he is just waiting for Starclan to take him home.


Username: -=Elita=-
Name: Roundbelly (formerly known as Russetclaw)
Gender: Tom
Age(In moons): 120 (around 10+ human years)
Rank: Elder
Description: Inspired by
Mate: None

Personality: Roundbelly, named thanks to his fat belly when he went to the elders den, is your standard grumpy, blunt elder. He never seems to be in a good mood and seems to always have a tick or two in his fur. He does not appreciate warriors or apprentices who do not pull their own weight, thinks that things were run better back in his day, AND will claw any cat who dares wake him from a nap. For all his flaws, he really isn't that bad of a cat. He is a great story teller and is full of great advice and wisdom for those who ask him for it, and he has a soft spot for kits, often welcoming them into his nest for a story.

History: Roundbelly's life was pretty much your typical warrior life and has mentored many a young cat. Both his parents, Orangestripe and Poppylight, were respected warriors who eventually died from old age, only after having given up on trying to get their son to take on a mate, which he never did. The young Roundbelly, formerly know as Russetclaw, spent most of his warrior skills on training new warriors, having had many apprentices taken under his paw, Talonstride included. After countless moons, he retired to the elders den at a respectable age, a place where he now spends most of his time either sleeping, keeping an eye on Cricketleap, or running apprentices around on their tails.


[[I hope this is okay. And if accepted, I'll wait until the gathering and possible battle are over and the cats return home before joining. It'll be more cohesive that way.]]

[Only_Sky]

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RipClaw. 18 Moons. She-cat. Mother to RockKit, single.

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SunCrow. 13 Moons. Tom. Single.

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SunCrow flicked his ears, thinking he could hear something in the far distance. Frowning, he turned to RockKit and smiled '' Do you want to come for a walk in the forest. Already knowing he would say yes, SunCrow picked up the 1 moon old kit and bounded into the forest, heading close toward the way to the gathering grounds.
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JourneyPaw. 8 Moons. She-cat. Single.

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Eyes widening, JourneyPaw bounded over to HawkClaw and nosed the she-cat's side gently, un-knowing the she-cat was dead. '' HawkClaw? Get up, we need help.. '' She said quietly.
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LillyPaw. 8 Moons. Tom. Single

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RockKit. Tom. 1 Moon. Single

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[20%coolerwonderbolt]

Groaning Hawkclaw opened her eyes. She knew she wasn't awake. The forest that surrounded her was familiar. She heaved herself to her paws.
"Hello?" She called out. A cat appeared I front of her, and suddenly she knew she was seeing a StarClan warrior. Her pelt shone with starlight.
"Am I dead?" Hawkclaw whispered, her voice trembling.
"No. I am Frostfall. We needed to warn you about-" Hawkclaw cut her off.
"Why not warn Aspenstar? Or Puddleheart, or Stonepaw?"
"Because they are safe with the clan. Those of you who were taken must know that they intend to make you their own. Hawkclaw, you are strong. Don't let them get to you. They feed you lies." Frostfall said solemnly.
"How do you know this?"
"I was one of the masked." Frostfall said reluctantly. "Before you ask, I am telling you because I know you can fortify the others around you and Firebird. You two must keep them strong." Frostfall began to fade.
"Wait!" Hawkclaw called. But it was to late. Once again, the world went black.