PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan

[Lady B]

EarthClan

Pinetail nodded, getting to his feet with a twitch of his shoulders, shaking out his fur. "Are you heading back to camp?" he muttered, the end of his tail twitching like that head of a rattlesnake, about to sink its teeth into an unlucky cat. It was a sign that he was frisky, unable to sleep in a hot, stuffy den. He was planning to go for a run tonight, maybe bring back some fresh kill, contributing to the clan and all that.

[willowsong12]

EarthClan
"No. Not really, I'm not ready to go back yet. I was going to climb some trees and hopefully catch a squirrel." Dappleheart mewed as she stood up and shook her fur out. Her eyes roamed around as she tried to find a suitable tree.

[Lady B]

Earth Clan

Pinetail's eyes glittered in amusement, before searching the forest around them for a climbable tree. He pointed out a large silver-birch tree with the tip of his tail, this tree had strong branches and the familiar chattering of squirrels in the thick green foliage. "I was going to get some mice or rabbits, but squirrels suit. Can I hunt with you?" he meowed, his eyes scanning the other trees, focusing on a flash of flame-coloured fur in a smaller pine,

[willowsong12]

EarthClan
"Of course. The more the merrier," Dappleheart purred as she padded over to the tree Pinetail had pointed out. As she stood on her hindlegs she found a paw hold on the bark and sank her claws in as she began to haul herself up. Clawing up she soon reached a low branch and smiled down at him,"You coming?" Her eyes glimmered with excitement and mischief, she could hear the squirrels as they scurried above her.

[Lady B]

earthclan

Pinetail bunched up his hindquaters and pushed off into the tree. His feet slipped on the slick bark and he slid down a few inches, but the he-cat dug his claws in and pulled himself up. He started to move to the left, finally clambering ungracefully onto a wide branch. "I'll go left, you go right." he mewed.

[willowsong12]

Dapplehearts whiskers twitched in amusement as she tried not to laugh,"Alright. Just make sure you don't fall out of the tree. I don't want to explain that you got hurt by falling out of a tree." Turning she began climbing up again. Climbing was one of her best talents and she could do it with ease.
((GTG bye))

[Lady B]

EarthClan

Pinetail laughed silently then awkwardly began climbing up the other side of the tree. He wasn't used to doing this; running and hunting in the forest were his best points, not tree-climbing. But, hey, he'd give it a go. The tabby-tortoishell tom shimmied slowly up until he was near to the squirrels. His coat, he found, blended in fairly well with the tree, so he sank down into a crouch, watching a fat brown squirrel.

[Tinkpetz]

WaterClan

Rivertail moved to shake himself, but he stopped when he felt Honeydew's tail across his shoulders. He turned and gave her a curious look, but he didn't stop smiling. The blue-gray tom didn't mind the fact that the she-cat was helping to dry him off, but why would she? Up until now, they hadn't spoken except on patrols when they had to. Very interesting.

AirClan

Ashfeather listened to her leader quietly, her expression hardening as Pebblestar continued to speak. Her shoulder stung painfully, bringing tears to the corners of the silver cat's eyes once again. I'm done listening to her. Let's just go home already. Ashfeather waited until Pebblestar had finished, then began to pad toward camp without a word.

Nightfeather and the other AirClan cats reached camp, and the black tom watched his clanmates drift off to their nests. He had resolved to wait up for his mate. His mate and his leader. Nightfeather took a deep breath to steel himself and turned around to face the rolling hills that hid his beloved.

EarthClan

Earthpaw nodded sheepishly and padded after his mentor. They had reached camp now, and he was worn out from that day's work. "I'm going to sleep," he muttered, just loud enough that Emberclaw could hear.

RockClan

Marshpelt sighed and gazed over at Islandsong once again, who was still refusing to meet his eyes. Should he tell her? Could he tell her? The second question was more appropriate. Could he get enough courage to say the words that could come back to bite him? Too many questions! he hissed at himself. At least they were almost to camp. Marshpelt would make himself tell her in the morning, before she left for the Chosen meeting.

LeafClan

Berrykit glanced up anxiously and squealed in delight when she saw her big brother grinning down at her. "Leafshadow!" she mewled. "Tell me what it was like! The Gathering, I mean. What was it like?" The small kit waited patiently as Leafshadow contemplated what to tell her. "Well," he began,"There were dozens of cats from all the different clans. We all gathered around an enormous tree." Berrykit's eyes widened. "Was it bigger than our home tree?" she squeaked. Leafshadow smiled. "Even bigger than the home tree." Berrykit gasped in amazement. Leafshadow wanted to continue, but he could see the tired lines under Berrykit's eyes. A gentle frown came to his lips. "Now, I know you don't want to, but-" Berrykit stopped him with an accusing glare that quickly turned into a complacent smirk. "But you'll tell me more in the morning, won't you?" Leafshadow grinned at the clever little she-kit. "I suppose I will. Now off to bed with you." Berrykit smiled sweetly and hopped off to the empty nursery to sleep by herself once again.

DarkClan

Hopeflight's sleep was filled with strange dreams. It seemed that her subconscious mind was determined to take her all over PowerClans in one night. First she was padding up the old vine around the Centertree, hearing the leader's voices but not understanding what they were saying. Her leisurely walk turned into a run, but she just kept going round and round the trunk of the giant tree.

(I've got it! Everyone try to be online next Monday and we'll move on from this night. Special stuff will happen at the Chosen cats meeting! ^-^ I actually can't be here, ((I'm trekking through the desert in pioneer clothes for three days with a bunch of people from my church.)) but I'll leave my sister with detailed instructions and several drafts. *nods matter-of-factly*)

[Arouria]

Airclan

Pebblestar just hung her head silently and padded next to Ashfeather. She feared that she would never gain the young warriors trust or loyalty. Why did she have to be such an awful leader? She couldn't do anything right. She was silent the rest of the way home. When she got back to camp, she did not want to talk. She padded right for her den. She was tired, but could not sleep. It would be yet another very long night.

[major tom]

WaterClan
Dawnsinger lifted her head no more than the tail-length of a mouse above the smooth floor of the dark medicine den when her ears detected a faint rustling sound coming from the front of the small shelter. It was barely audible and had a sort of staticky quality, as though she were hearing it through a screen of water. The weakened warrior vaguely remembered overhearing Pinefeather and another cat discussing her condition during one of her hazy periods of semi-consciousness. WaterClan's medicine cat said that the water that had flooded into Dawnsinger's ears may permanently damage them, but the fog-headed she-cat could hardly process those words, let alone ponder what they meant for her future.

She squinted in the dim light in order to make out the blurry form standing before her, but the descending moon shone brightly over the silhouette’s shoulder. It dazzled Dawnsinger and forced her to close her eyes, straining herself to remain in the waking world for just a little bit longer. She possessed just enough lucidity to wonder who her visitor was, and why they were there. Her vulnerability didn't even cross her mind, but she needn't have regarded it if she had. A gentle muzzle softly brushed hers on its way to the ground; its owner was holding something in its jaws, which the cat quietly set on the ground. It tickled her whiskers, whatever it was, and Dawnsinger noticed that it was soaking wet. She opened one eye and stared at the object through the thinly slitted shape that she allowed a single eye to assume. It was small and slightly spherical-shaped; the details were undecipherable as best, but it seemed to glisten in the half-light. The thought of hydration overwhelmed the skinny cat, and she lunged forward at the precious sustenance. Or at least, she executed her equivalent of lunging, which amounted to craning her neck forward to reach the liquid-soaked ball of some soft substance that seemed somewhat familiar to Dawnsinger.

The cool water trickled down her sandpaper throat, and it was the most amazing sensation that the pale-furred feline had experienced in days. As she greedily lapped up the moisture from the moss, Dawnsinger felt a wavering thrill from the brief relief that satisfied the flames of her thirst for a few moments at least. The effect was similar to one of drizzling a few drops of water onto parched desert soil, but it made the scorching pain a little less intensifying. Once the moss had been completely drained of its load of water, she relaxed her neck and shoulder muscles by resting her chin on the ground, allowing her head to go limp once more. She still savored every last drop of fluid, swiping a slightly less dry tongue over her jaws to catch any lingering flecks of moisture and segueing into a relatively calmer state of relapsing consciousness. This time, however, she didn't fight the advancing black tide that threatened to steal her away once more. She almost embraced it until an almost scared-sounding voice echoed from somewhere in front of her. It was mewing something: her name.

Dawnsinger parted her eyelids to wearily fix her gaze upon the cat before her. Its shape was undeniably masculine, with a slight, lean build and uniform dark gray fur; dark, concerned eyes were set into the tom's angled face, twin midnight pools of reflected light. He stared back at her mutely as he waited patiently for an answer. Dawnsinger forgot herself as well as the other cat for a moment and closed her eyes again in her eagerness to escape. Then clarity came trickling to her, not quite a flood but a shallow stream of recollection, and her eyes snapped open so quick that it ached. She opened her mouth and attempted to say her mate's name in an impulsive mew, but her breath caught in her dehydrated throat and she started a coughing fit. Her entire body was racked by the rasping gasps, and it took several heartbeats for her to ease herself into a somewhat regular breathing pattern. "Storm . . . call. . . ." Dawnsinger managed in a hoarse, almost inaudible croak that shocked her, but she forced a weak smile nonetheless, unable to handle speaking more than a syllable or two at a time. Something nondescript hinted that she should try to appear as though she were okay; she did so without hesitation, although neither of them believed her act. Even as she squinted as warmly as she could managed at her mate, her whole being trembled with the effort that it took to stay conscious. The only sound in the cramped space was the noisy rasp of air as it entered and exited her lungs and worked its way through her airways, sounding as though it would cease at any moment.

[[Sounds good, Tink. I'm thinking about typing up a short story with at least one character of their choice for each person, depending on how long they have been a part of PowerClans. . . With their permission, of course, and I'm considering doing it in their human forms. ;3 Merry Christmas everyone, even if you don't celebrate it. Well, almost-Christmas, I s'pose.
That doesn't sound like much fun, Tink. . . Hopefully you brought a book with you. X'3]]