PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan

[Africa.]

Name: Silverpaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 8 moons
Clan: Sun
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor/Apprentice: Mentor is up to Tink
Kin: Dovepaw(Starclan), Nightscar(Starclan)
Mate: None yet, possible crush on Robinpaw?
Kits: None
Appearance: A silver tabby she-cat, her tabby stripes being a dark grey. Her paws are shorter then most, and she's fairly small for her age, but she has an oddly long, fluffy tail. Her nose is a dark grey, and her eyes are a glassy silver color.
Personality(Optional): --RP it out, see where it takes me--
History: She doesn't have a tragic past like most, other then Dovepaw being taken away by that stupid bird.
Do you promise to follow the warrior code?: Yes :3
Other: Cookies ^^ (Grr, now I'm craving cookies. Thanks alot Tink -.- xD )

[Tinkpetz]

(Silverpaw is accepted, Mango! I'll add her to the front page as soon as I get the chance. ((Which will be soon.)) That sounds like an awesome present, Rose! I'd be willing to do that, too. That is, if anyone wants a story from me. I think the trek will be fun, actually. ^-^ But yes, I really hope I can bring a book. x3

Time for excitement!!)

WaterClan

Stormcall sucked in a shaky breath, unsure whether he should be relieved or more concerned. "I- I- I-" He didn't know what to say. His mind was blank, wiped clean from worry and exhaustion.
(Or rather, my mind is blank. x.x)

DarkClan

Mosscloud crouched in the bushes on the hilltop overlooking AirClan camp. She remembered growing up here, long ago. She knew its secrets: its strong points and its weak points. That was why Icestar had sent her to destroy it. Mosscloud motioned to her second-in-command Stoneheart with her brindled tail. He crept behind her bush, ears pricked and awaiting her instruction. "AirClan has the most warriors," she whispered. "But they are also the weakest." The stone-gray tom nodded, sensing that she was leading up to something more. "Our job is to capture at least one warrior, wound or possibly kill the others, and make it out alive." Stoneheart nodded obediently, understanding the wisdom behind her plan. Mosscloud smirked devilishly, a by-product of Icestar's influence. "Get the others. We attack the rear as one force." The tom slunk away, back behind the hill where Frozenfur, Darkclaw, and Moonheart were waiting.

AirClan

Ashfeather looked up to see Nightfeather waiting for her at the top of the rise. A small sigh of relief escaped her. The black tom stepped down to meet her, his tail curling in anticipation. "Ashfeather," he murmured, but was cut off by her sad smile. "Let's go to bed," she mewed softly, angling her body towards the warriors den and waiting for his response. Nightfeather nodded, a furrow of concern returning to his forehead. "Well, I suppose-" He was cut off once again, this time by the tensing of Ashfeather's body. The silver she-cat's ears were turning wildly, and she took a tentative step towards the back entrance of camp. "What in StarClan-" And then a large white tom was perched atop Ashfeather's back, digging his claws into her soft flesh. "Pebblestar!" Nightfeather cried, out of habit. He unsheathed his claws and dug them into the DarkClan tom's side, pushing the white warrior to the ground on the other side of Ashfeather. The battle had begun.

[Arouria]

Airclan


"Pebblestar!" The stone-sharp cry peirced the air. Pebblestar's icy-blue eyes flung open as a stench percied her nose. Darkclan. Her small paws carried her out of her den fast as a hare. She aimed for a white tom close to Ashfeather and and her mate, Nightfeather, knocking him back to the ground. She flung heself around, and spied a cat that she remembered thename of: Darkclaw. Before flinging herself at the tom, her battle cry pirced the air, sharp as a thorn. With one swift blow, she knocked the unexpecting cat on his side.


Shinelight's head snapped around, she cryed, "Darkclan!" These were the cats she was suposed to fight! her eyes sparkeled,"Practice time." She mutterd as she flung herself at a stone-gray cat, flicking her paw across it's muzle. For some reson, she did not fell scared, quite the oposite. The rush of battle filled her mind as she bit down on the gray cats sholder.

Cloudmoth needed no warning. As soon as the sharp stench of Darkclan hit the roof of her mouth, she knew she was in for a fight. Shaking Whitefern, who lay next to her, the weary white cat got up. He mutterd"Wha..?" "Darkclan!" Cloudmoth hissed. "Get up!" Whitefern's eyes snapped open as he raced out of the warriors den, Cloudmoth close behind.

Smoothpaw had not even fallen asleep when her heard the sharp cry of his leader peirce the air. With a call noisy enof to wake the whole apprentice den, her yelled, "All of you! Get up! Darkclan is here!" Flowerpaw raised her head, eyes full of alarm as she shook Graypaw. "Graypaw! Get up!" She told him.

[major tom]

WaterClan
Dawnsinger's faint smile widened at her mate's bafflement, and this time it was actually genuine. Her eyes wrinkled as she did so, and she almost succumbed to the whims of her exhaustion; sliding under the lurking black veil of a deep, possibly fatal sleep seemed more comforting to her for the time being that spending time with her mate in the waking world did, but the sleek-furred she-cat held her ground. Her body quaked unvoluntarily, and she gave a small cough. It continued into a fresh bout of wheezing and hacking, but on a smaller scale than before; her coughs quieted in a matter of heartbeats, leaving the den nearly silent once more. "I- I- I-" Stormcall continued, his eyes widening in indecisiveness, as though he were unsure as to what he should do. Dawnsinger didn't blame him. If she were in his place, she wasn't quite certain how she would react, either. That may have had to do with the fact that she wasn't cognitive enough to care, and had barely enough clarity to produce a thought. Her own thoughts were scattered like the fish she used to hunt, and those she could define at all were muddled.

Stormcall's stuttering came to a halt, and his eyes flitted rapidly about. His mate was lucky to be so far gone that she couldn't sense the awkward atmosphere that practically solidified on the spot. She just had the feeling that she should try to ease the lean-muscled tom's discomfort by reassuring him that she was fine. Relatively, anyway. This was a fairly big improvement from drowning to her near-death.

Dawnsinger inhaled numerous slow, steady breaths in preparation to utter her next offering: "'M okay," Her slurred meow was barely recognizable as a cat's, let alone a living female warrior, and it carried the same raspy quality. Any other given time she would have wondered morbidly if she would sound like that forever, her voice reminiscent of that of a dying elder's. She also would most likely have murmured comforting words of condolences and reassurance to her lover, but even if the notion crossed her mind, she would not have been able to carry it out. "Real . . . ly," She persisted unconvincingly.
[[Sorry for the crappy quality of this post, I had to hurry. . . I would love to read any story of yours, Tink! It wouldbe nice to have someone doing it with me. And you are the leader, after all. :3
I'll post for Ashwhisker whenever I can. . . I'll give other people the opportunity to post, and I don't think that any cat would be able to react that quickly. Nice plan, Tink. That'll be sure to spark some activity for the thread's birthday. ^-^]]

[Tinkpetz]

(The plan was actually Cookie's. I just decided to be compliant. x3 Aww, thanks Rose. ^-^)

WaterClan

Stormcall bit his lip with worry as Dawnsinger tried to talk again. "Shh," he soothed. "You don't want to wear your voice out." She needed more water. But Stormcall couldn't bear the thought of leaving her now. Dawnsinger was awake, but who knew how much longer it would last. Where's Silverleaf when you need her?

Silverleaf padded into the medicine den, very out of breath from running the rest of the way home. Her spirits had lifted a bit since her walk with Cloudfur, and now she was ready to be of service. "Did someone call?" Stormcall whirled around in surprise. To the silver she-cat's delight, Dawnsinger was awake! "I-I don't believe I did," Silverleaf's brother stuttered. What was he so surprised about? She did happen to live here. She turned her attention back to Dawnsinger and smiled. The silver cat opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it. Her leaf-green eyes danced over to a ball of moss near her friend's mouth. Water? At a thought from Silverleaf, the moss dampened until it was soaked with water again.

AirClan

As AirClan camp slowly set into motion, Mosscloud crept around the exposed camp. A silent direction from Icestar had caused her to abandon her clanmates at the entrance and take a different route where no one would notice her.

Stoneheart hissed as a young AirClan warrior scratched his face. He yowled in pain when she bit his shoulder before he had time to react. Using the exhilaration from the pain, he push himself on his side, intending to crush the she-cat underneath his wounded shoulder.

Darkclaw hissed and sprang to his feet. Agility. Resourcefulness. That was why Icestar had sent him. He lashed out at his attacker with one clawed forepaw. His mind raced, trying to think of a way to use his surroundings against the AirClan leader.

Moonheart dashed towards the warriors den, past Frozenfur and his night-pelted opponent. She was stopped by a set of claws in her tail. When the DarkClan she-cat turned to retaliate, she ran straight into another set of claws that raked across her face.

[willowsong12]

RockClan
Islandsong lifted her eyes and was glad that they were almost home. Glancing at Marshpelt she wondered what he was thinking but she didn't make eye contact. Relief washed over her and her tail and ears drooped in exhaustion.

EarthClan
Emberclaw watched Earthpaw pad away, sighing he turned and slipped into the warriors den. Earthpaw was an excellent apprentice but he was distracted easily and always took things too seriously, especially when Emberclaw was just pulling his tail.

Dappleheart slowly began to creep toward a large plump squirrel. She pounced but the squirrel darted away,"Pinetail it's coming towards you!"

SunClan
Fallenpaw prodded her brother once again,"Robinpaw I still can't sleep."
Robinpaw opened one green eye feeling slightly irritated. "Fallenpaw do you have to wake me up? Try counting voles." He murmured sleepily and he closed his eyes once again.

[Lady B]

Waterclan

Honeydew shrugged, he had taken the gesture as something different. "My fur doesn't really wet easily." she said, pointing to her short pelt. Indeed, the water did just bead up and slide off in silvery droplets, only wetting the top layer of fur and not the fluffy undercoat. She raised a paw to her mouth, and ran a pink tongue over it thoughtfully. "I'm going back to camp." She put it as both a statement and a question.

Earthclan

Pinetail pounced, clumsily throwing his body forward to snag his claws in the squirrel's silky fur, dragging it towards him. With an alarmed chatter, the animal scratched and clawed at his paws, but he managed to get his mouth around the windpipe and cut off its breath before too much harm was done. In a few minutes, it lay limply from his jaws and he was panting slightly.

[willowsong12]

EarthClan
Dappleheart purred and gracefully bounded over to him,"Good catch! Why don't we hunt on the ground now?" She asked and her sky blue eyes stared into his buttery amber ones.

[Lady B]

earthclan

Pinetail dipped his head in agreement and inspected his scratches; nothing too deep, not drawing blood or anything like that. He half-slid, half-hopped down the tree and landed gracefully on all fours for once. That hadn't been bad, but he was an earth-clan cat, he liked all four paws on the ground best of all, or IN the ground, as they were now. The he-cat buried his prey for later with a few effortless scoops and left a mound of dirt on top to mark the spot. Almost instantly after he had finished, a warm prey-scent flooded his nostrils. He sniffed.. was that rabbit? No. Mouse. "Mouse." he mouthed at Dappleheart, pointing a paw to some thick bushes nearby. They would be hard to hunt in, but it would be nice to add to the clan's dwindling fresh-kill pile.

[Africa.]

(Thanks Tink ^^ )

Silverpaws ears twitched slightly in her sleep, her dreams being disrupted by whispers of other apprentices. She lifted her head groggily, her eyes squinted as they adjusted to her surrounding. "Robinpaw, Fallenpaw? What are you doing awake? You'll be sleeping on your paws tomorrow!" She mumbled, shaking her head vigorously to awaken herself. "Our mentors are gonna kill us if they find out we're still awake." Despite her words, she giggled a little at that, michief glittering in her silver eyes for a moment. Those mischivious eyes fell on Robinpaw for a brief second, wondering exactly what she thought of him, but she tore them away immediately. She couldn't like someone... Liking someone just causes problems. What if he finds out? What if someone notices and tells everyone? What if this, what if that? Blah, blah, blah. So of course she couldn't like him, it'd just be a disaster. Besides, she didn't like him that much anyways... Right? Still, her eyes drifted upon him one more time for a second more, then returned to the two of them.
(xD That was fun to write xD )