PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan

[catdoq]

WaterClan

Silvertail sighed in relief at the half way mark and muttered, "I wish i could just nestle up in my nice, warm nest..." She didn't break stride and kept running along next to Rainstar. Her paws were starting to get damp and she shivered, bristling a bit on her neck. She squinted,a slight breeze hitting her eyes and making them water up. She shook her head and blinked, flattening her ears.

[Africa.]

Sunclan
Featherkit felt herself shrinking away from the cats around her, her eyes narrowed to two pink slits as she looked up at them. "I dont know what I'm doing here. I dont know anything! I dont know what I did to deserve being blind! I dont know what I did to deserve being an outcast! I dont know what I did to have my own brother think of me as a freak!" Despite her helpless fear, she found herself snarling out in frustration. She felt the walls of her life come crashing down around her, crumbling at her very paws. What do you want from me? She wanted to ask. I'm just a blind kit. She suddeny found herself pushing others out of her life, blocking them from her mind. She wanted to dissapear. What good was she now? Her whole life... She'd dreamed of becoming someone the clan can lookup to. Forget dreaming about being leader, or being the best warrior the clans ever seen. All she wanted was to be someone others wanted to be like. Thats all. Was that too much to ask?

Sunclan
Two green eyes flung open, irritation glowing within them. He decided, since sleep failed to come, to visit Mel- Um, Petalsong and the other kits. Getting to his jet black paws, he pushed through the entrance to the nursery, heading across camp to the leaders den. He squinted his eyes, adjusting them to the new light, but before he could make anything out, something came tumbling towards him. Ravenkits eyes bulged as he was brought to the ground by a small figure. "What the-?" He blinked open his eyes again, revealing the beautiful figure of Melodykit beside him. "Melodykit? A-Are you okay...?" He sort of found himself searching her body for any sign of wounds, not exactly wanting to be the one to cause her pain. He faltered a bit as he got to his paws, shaking his silky black pelt in attempt to free the dust from it. He looked down at the she-kit, giving an emberassed smile. "Sorry..."

[willowsong12]

((I like suprises! Lol! *Stares longingly at CookieWolfs cookies * But...I want a cookie....))
WaterClan
Whisperpaw was so thankful that she would be home soon. Glancing around she noticed Silverleaf looked sad and wondered what was wrong. The dark brown apprentice decided not to bother her, hopefully she would feel better tomorrow. Thoughts roaming she thought back to the gathering and wondered what the chosen cats were going to do. Would they truly succeed against DarkClan or was StarClan shooting blindly as they winged it. With all her faith in StarClan she hoped it would work and the clans would be rid of Icestar and her evil ways.

[FairyoftheFlames]

((Yay! I make Tinky's mind go boom! hahahaha!! I don't really care what power Gracepaw has, but I kind of want it to be a psycological thing. But, what do I know? Ohhh... Prophecy? I hope we can get a prophecy soon. Anybody up for Rainkit? Anyone?))

Airclan
Gracepaw nodded, seeing the younger apprentice a little ways off. "But, guess what? I'm a chosen apprentice! I'm super, super excited for this. I can't wait until tomorrow. I think your mentor is chosen too. What do you think I'll need to do?" She could hardly contain her excitement, and decided to spill all of her current energy to Smoothpaw. If she didn't, she may not sleep tonight. She felt like she could run and run through Airclan's fields forever with this bubble of anticipation.

Graypaw looked at Flowerpaw, his worry obvious across his face. But her response calmed him slightly, but not much.. "I h-hope you're right..." He was still worried. But, then again, Graypaw always was worried about family. If something had happened to his father, or any of his brothers or sisters, that would break him. And slowly, that caring circle was growing around his fellow Airclan clanmates as well.

Waterclan
Cloudfur's eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. Silverleaf couldn't be lying, could she? Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. He couldn't find the real reason behind her tears. Blue met green as Cloudfur search her sad eyes, looking for an answer. What was he suppose to do? He sighed. "But, you're not fine right now." He looked away, not knowing what to do, awkwardness creeping into him and settling into his stomach like the time when he was suppose to take off the elder's ticks and accidentally licked the mouse bile off of his paws. That left him with a nasty taste in his stomach and mouth for days. He hoped that his brave act to talk with Silverleaf for the first time wouldn't be that sour afterward.

Gathering
Rosepaw saw her rival nearly walking away, and she hadn't spoken to him yet. So, what better way than to tackle his tail? She hid among the masses of cats, until she grabbed his brown and black tail. Hawkpaw turned to her, wide eyed. He relaxed a little, but not much, since they were rivals and all. "Hi Rosepaw. Long time no see. Is it about time for another race? You know you can't beat me in fighting."

"Well, you can't beat me in rock jumping... But yeah, I'm ready!" Rosepaw could hardly contain her excitement. Maybe she'd actually win the race.

"The only reason you win with rock jumping is that you cheat." Hawkpaw smirked as she called out "I don't cheat, you just fell of that rock by accent, I promise."

"Uh, huh. Right. I believe you." Hawkpaw said, sarcastically. "How about we meet at the Earthclan and Rockclan border. We could set up the race there. Bright all of your apprentice friends. Make sure you get Flamestar's permission."

"I know that, I'm not a kit!" Rosepaw shouted, before she looked at the leader in question. "See you tomorrow?" She asked.

"Right, tomorrow." Hawkpaw watched her pad over to her friends, squealing with Petalpaw about the event they had planned. She always was his rival, but he didn't really see it as a rivalry. Not really. They were more like good friends that challenge each other. At least, in his eyes.
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Adderpaw avoided his sister. She was not really the funnest person to be around, and he had to deal with her enough. She was small, but she had a way to persuade him to do what he wanted, by force. Most of that was pranking the cranky elders, but what else could he do? He didn't know how to stand up to her. But he had a feeling that if he didn't, she'd bother him forever, even to Starclan. That is, if she didn't get plunged into the Dark Forest before then.

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Windpaw had watched Ashpaw for some time at that gathering, as he walked with a similar looking tom, obviously giving him she-cat advice. Then he watched a specific she-cat part of the way through the gathering, and later spoke with her. The reason she knew this was that her eyes didn't leave him since she overheard his discussion with the younger apprentice. Adderpaw, her brother, often called her a "scary piece of she-dung" with his undertone of cusses that hid his cowardice.
But that didn't even begin to cover who she was.
She decided she was going to meet up with this new apprentice, and see how he would fair. Was he interested in romance? She was, but she wanted to see how others reacted to the trials of love. She had seen it herself, from her heart being ripped from her after a stupid apprentice that now rested in Rockclan had broken it without a second glance. He hardly even remembered her name now. But, she had gone over the crying stage, and now she was after revenge. Yes, revenge had made her bitter, made her outraged with the world, made her prank the rest of the world, so that maybe it could fill the hole. But maybe, she could see if this apprentice was willing to try and fill it. There was nothing she could do better than revenge.
"Hey, you!" She called, just as Fireclan started to leave.
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Ashpaw looked around. He felt like that call belonged to him, maybe a project was headed his direction. He looked and saw a small, white she-cat headed his direction. He smiled slightly, he seemed to be picking up project after project. But, with the way she walked, he knew the smooth-talking Ashpaw was his ticket to this she-cat. "Why, hello."

Windpaw smiled back, seeing that he answered. "What's your name? I saw you and..." She looked away, acting sheepish. The good thing about her high voice was she could act innocent. But that made serious matters harder.

Ashpaw tried to hide his grin exploding behind him. This night was getting better and better. "My name is Ashpaw. And, what might yours be, my sweet?"

Windpaw almost rolled her hazel eyes. 'my sweet?' What type of smooth-talker was this tom? "Oh, I'm Windpaw. I'm from Leafclan." A fact that she resented. But, she had no interest in freezing time, nor in being like a Darkclan cat, so powerless is what she was left with. She wasn't sure what powers Darkclan cats had, but it didn't sound pleasant.

Ashpaw frowned. "Leafclan, huh? Well, I'm from Fireclan." He looked back, and saw that most of his clan was gone. "Well, I need to go. Sorry. Maybe we'll see each other?"

Windpaw nodded. "Perhaps." She watched him run off. This was going to be fun. Ashpaw was going to be very, very fun.

((I love these guys!! Windpaw's scary, though... She's the perfect tool for me to get Ashpaw's character growth in gear.))

[morgan-marcy]

Name: Tigerstorm
Gender: Female
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Fire
Rank: Queen
Mentor/Apprentice: none
Kin: Lionspirit, Lynxstripe, Sandtiger, Tigerkit, Leopardkit, Hollykit, Tabbykit
Mate: Dead
Kits: Tigerkit, Leopardkit, Hollykit, and Tabbykit
Appearance: Dark brown tabby she-cat
Personality(Optional): Stubborn, feirce, loyal, flirty, mischevious, dangerous, trigger-happy. She fights for what she believes. Like the fire, she can destroy you or warm your very soul
History: she was born in Fireclan and never left it. Her parents were killed by rouges
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes
Other: cookies

Name: Lynxstripe
Gender: Female
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Fire
Rank: Warrior
Mentor/Apprentice: no
Kin: Lionspirit, Sandtiger, and Tigerstorm and kits
Mate: Open
Kits: no
Appearance: Sand colored she-cat with black tabby stripes
Personality(Optional): She is super smart and thinks things through. She is feirce in battle and super loyal
History: she was born in Fireclan and never left it. Her parents were killed by rouges
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes
Other: cookies

Name: Lionspirit
Gender: Male
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Fire
Rank: Warrior
Mentor/Apprentice: Nope
Kin: Tigerstorm and her kits, Lynxstripe, Sandtiger
Mate: Open
Kits: no
Appearance: Golden brown tom
Personality(Optional): He is feircly loyal and is kinda headstrong
History: he was born in Fireclan and never left it. His parents were killed by rouges
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes
Other: cookies

Name: Sandtiger
Gender: Female
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Fireclan
Rank: Warrior
Mentor/Apprentice: No
Kin: Tigerstorm and her kits, Lionspirit, Lynxstripe
Mate: Open
Kits: no
Appearance: sand colored she-cat with black stripes
Personality(Optional): Headstrong but loyal. She jumps in to any problem and is often called nosey
History: she was born in Fireclan and never left it. Her parents were killed by rouges
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes
Other: cookies

Name: Tigerkit
Gender: Male
Age: 3 months
Clan: Fireclan
Rank: Kit
Mentor/Apprentice: None yet
Kin: Tigerstorm is his mother. Hollykit and Leopardkit are his sisters. Tabbykit is his brother. Sandtiger and Lynxstripe are his aunts. Lionspirit is his uncle
Mate: no
Kits: no
Appearance: Dark brown tabby tom
Personality(Optional): He is as headstrong as his uncle and often jumps into anything he can
History: He doesnt really have one. Too young
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes
Other: Cookies

Name: Leopardkit
Gender: Female
Age: 3 months
Clan: Fireclan
Rank: Kit
Mentor/Apprentice: no
Kin: Tigerstorm is her mom. Tabbykit & Tigerkit are her brothers. Hollykit is her sister. Sandtiger and Lynxstripe are her aunts. Lionspirit is her uncle
Mate: no
Kits: no
Appearance: black she-cat
Personality(Optional): She is sweet and quiet. Her dream is to be a medicine cat apprentice
History: none yet... too young
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes
Other: cookies

Name: Hollykit
Gender: Female
Age: 3 months
Clan: Fireclan
Rank: Fireclan
Mentor/Apprentice: no
Kin: Tigerstorm is her mother.Tabbykit & Tigerkit are her brothers. Leopardkit is her sister.Sandtiger and Lynxstripe are her aunts. Lionspirit is her uncle
Mate: no
Kits: no
Appearance: black she-cat
Personality(Optional): She is mischevious and fun-loving
History: None yet. Too young
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes
Other: cookies

Name: Tabbykit
Gender: male
Age: 3 months
Clan: Fireclan
Rank: Kit
Mentor/Apprentice: no
Kin: Tigerstorm is his mother. Hollykit and Leopardkit are his sisters. Tigerkit is his brother. Sandtiger and Lynxstripe are his aunts. Lionspirit is his uncle
Mate: no
Kits: no
Appearance: Dark brown tabby tom
Personality(Optional): He is quiet, content to sit and watch
History: none yet. too young
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes
Other: cookies

(Its alot 2 take in... i know)

[Tinkpetz]

(@Mango: Melodykit is in the leader's den with her mother, her father, Flowerface, and all her littermates. Isn't Ravenkit in the apprentice den trying to fall asleep?
@morgan-marcy: Your forms are great, but the ages should be fixed before I can accept them. Cats have to be at least 13 moons to become warriors. For a queen that has 3 moon-old kits, the minimum age would be 19 moons. In a Warriors RP, we don't go by years or months, we go by moons, which is similar to a month.
@Cookie: I'm a bit confused here; which IceClan parents are which? The parents' forms said something different then the kits' forms.)

WaterClan

"No." Silverleaf was unable to close her mouth before the word came tumbling out. Why should she bother Cloudfur like this? They needed to catch up with the rest of the group. The other WaterClan cats were already at the other end of the hilly part of their territory. If they wanted to get home at a reasonable time, she and Cloudfur needed to get going. Silverleaf got to her feet, gazing off into the distance to avoid her clanmate's eyes. "We broke up," she blurted the awkward words, again before she could stop them. The gray she-cat blushed under her fur, the darkness of the night hiding her pink cheeks.

StarClan

Lightheart's eyes widened in alarm. Was this kit mentally insane? She must be, she was so overly freaking out. "Calm down, Featherkit. There's nothing to get this upset about. You're only going to make it worse if you sit here and feel sorry for yourself." She layed her paw gently on the kit's shoulder. "I think you've done enough crying for today."

SunClan

Sunstar led his clan through the meadow towards their dessimated (sp?) camp. At least they would be home soon so they could sleep in whatever small bit of shelter they could find. SunClan's camp was closer to the Centertree than any other clan's. At this rate they would reach camp in no time. The golden-leader didn't slow his running, wanting to get there as fast as possible.

LeafClan

Heathersong sprang into a run, following the moon-cast shadows of her clanmates as they pelted through the thick oak trees that marked LeafClan territory. The shadows bobbed and weaved, melting into one another. It was very interesting. The medicine cat found herself staring at the faint black shapes on the ground in front of her, running mechanically. She slipped gently into a trance and heard soft words. "Shadows will tell the position of your enemies, but they do not last through the night."

(You wanted a prophecy? Here's a prophecy!)

[willowsong12]

((Lol. I liked Ashpaws and Windpaws post. It was entertaining and it's funny how he keeps looking for projects))
FireClan
Mudpaw s mind was reeling with questions as he kept repeated the scene in his mind. He was still shocked his name had been spoken but excitement was over powering everything else. Never in his wildest dream would he have thought that he could be involved in a phrophecy, it just seemed so unreal.

[Africa.]

Sunclan
Featherkit stepped away from her, turning her head away. "You dont understand, no one will understand." Her rage had vanished, melting away into sorrow. She felt completely alone in the world. Drama queen you say? Dead wrong. Her father, leaving before he even knew her and Ravenkit. Her mother, trying to kill her and Ravenkit. Ravenkit, thinking she was all of the sudden a fragile newborn because she had lost sight. Yeah, total drama queen. She shook her small head, closing her pink eyes, as small tears slid through. She barely even realised she had woken up, but she didn't care. Every day was like a black sleep now.
Suddenly her muscles tightened, her ears flattened to her skull. No. She was not what cats suddenly took her for. She was not a freak, not different. She shook her tears away, padding confidently into the camp. She was just waiting for someone to treat her differently, to tell her she should go back into the nursery. She waited for the cat who would say this, because that would be the cat she'd pretend wasn't there.

[Morningpaw11]

Name:Flamefur
Gender:male
Age:17 moons
Clan:LeafClan
Rank:Warrior
Mentor/Apprentice:no apprentices yet
Kin:all his kin are in another Clan, except for his dad that died in battle.
Mate:no mate(s) yet
Kits:none yet
Appearance:orange tom with fur that looks like fire when the sun shines down on it, and has green eyes.
Personality(Optional):
History:When he was a kit, named Flamekit, his parents noticed that he didn't have any powers so he moved to LeafClan at 6 moons old.
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?:"Yes"
Other:nothing

[major tom]

((Ack! I am feeling rather overwhelmed just looking at the immense number of characters filing into PowerClans; my condolences to Tink for having to add them all to the front page! o.o" Goodness, Bloodstar. . . I let you write for a bit, and look what you've done! Well, it was nice to see his personality develop a bit. . . And he didn't even need Icestar to do it! X'3 Anyway, I think I should just cut to the post already; I barely got any sleep last night, and I don't want to prattle even more.))
Gathering
~Bloodstar~
She was goading me. I knew it. I could practically physically see the way she offered the bait, and all I was capable of was to merely stand back and watch. Her eyes were the only things that were not in view as she closed them tightly, severing herself from the world momentarily; shutting out my fiercely asserted commands. This only made me want to hiss at her more, for even the quivering of the reflected light in the bright spheres as tears filled them would appear slightly less weak as her ignoring me entirely. Well, perhaps not. . . But I disliked the action anyway. My mood flared from anger to impatience and back again; at times I experienced a twitch-inducing combination of both. During my tedious wait that was probably far shorter than it felt, I tested the air for the AirClan warrior’s telltale fear-scent; I expected the familiar tang of the indication across my tongue, but her scent remained neutral. This both puzzled me and frustrated me at once, and I despised being made a fool. But Foxflame’s absence would not account for itself. His so-called sister was my only resort for the time being.

Finally, the silver-furred she-cat’s eyes opened once again. I felt my impatience practically sending sparks across the small space that we shared as she simply stared back at e for several moments. I was preparing to remind her to speak when she did just so, “Foxflame's mate is a SunClan cat, as you should know. He was worried about her, so I told him to go and check on her. That's all.” Speak, she did. A fresh wave of agitation assaulted me, yet I was incapable of doing anything to halt its progression. However, I did calm the flames just enough to be able to think somewhat clearly. Lucky me. The belittling way by which she broke the news to me was the opposite of justifying. I was already quite knowledgeable of Foxflame’s mate, Petalsong. Who didn’t? She was responsible of more kits than I could have taken track of, rather inexplicably. It seemed that the whole of the kits of PowerClans belonged to her; only a few of which were her own flesh and blood. I had not known that my warrior was mouse-brained enough so as to sneak out in order to visit her.

Encompassed in my own smoldering fury, I barely registered the challenge that lurked behind those icy eyes. Her chin rose ever so slightly, and I detected the same daring tone in her voice that danced amid the shadows of her gaze. “Do you have a problem with that?” mewed the strange feline while defiance began to manifest her lean frame. My immediate answer would be a deafening yes, but that would seem inane for a curt leader such as me. Instead, I would have decided on a more calculating way to let her know my thoughts. At least, I would have proceeded to do so if I was in control of my actions. Perhaps it was simply the way in which the sentence was executed, or maybe I had abhorred the she-cat the moment my ears heard her say my name. Nonetheless, I was already in an unsteady state what with the immensely important information I had to ponder combined with my most recent encounter of my half-sister, Icestar. I doubt Foxflame’s possible kin would have stood much of a chance, anyway. Whatever the truth really was, the outcome was the same. The strange this was, everything remained illuminated in the same, unwavering stark white moonlight that filled the hollow. I suppose StarClan would have greatly disapproved of what was just about to commence, but I doubted that a single cloud drifted toward the moon in that last tiny moment of clarity. Whatever. I did not care. StarClan were becoming rather unreliable as of late, and they could do nary a thing to change anything.

Consumed by anger and compelled to prove my superiority to the stranger before me, I bunched my muscles in a flash and leapt upon her. I landed squarely on her back, causing her legs to buckle underneath my weight. A guttural snarl escaped my lips, and I leaned in close to her ear so that my words were barely audible above the clamor, despite them being whispered; her face was being smothered against the ground, but I could still feel her ragged breathing through my claws digging into the flesh of her shoulders. “I would think so.”