PowerClans: The Rise of DarkClan

[willowsong12]

SunClan
Robinpaw kept stroking her back with his tail. Memories of their kithood flooded his mind and he smiled slightly. Him,Fallenpaw, and Silverpaw had all been close as kits even though Silverpaw wasn't their sibling. "Silverpaw I will always be there for you no matter what." It was easier to tell her asleep, when he stared into her eyes his thoughts got jumbled and he became confused.

[Lady B]

(( Timewarp is basically doing a time-skip.))

Water Clan

"Goodnight." Honeydew mewed over one of her slender, golden-furred shoulders as she padded to the warrior's den. It was almost dawn but perhaps she could fit in a quick nap, just to rest her body and mind. Her sleek body fitted into a mossy hollow, her muzzle pressed into her two front paws as they she-cat fell quickly into a light, erratic sleep filled with blurry dreams of swimming and hunting.

Bluepaw yawned and arched his back, his muscles feeling delicious as they woke up. He was an early waker, and today was no exception, as it looked like Kestrelpaw and Wishpaw were still sleeping. The blueish grey he-cat blinked sleep from his bright eyes and stepped outside to look at the lingering stars.

(( Tink, is it possible we could find a mentor for Bluepaw? ))

[Arouria]

((Sorry Tink, but I think I need to ask Rose if I could power-play Ashfeather for a second(Just so she takes on Cottenpaw as an apprentice.) because you arn't here right now and Airclan needs to sleep. I will edit and post something here when I get a reply :3))

[major tom]

[[Tink isn't here [She shouldn't be back for another two days or so.], so I'll answer that for her: yes, it would be great to find a mentor for Bluepaw. *Skitters to front page to see who's available* It states that Bluepaw already has a mentor; FairyoftheFlames's Brokenclaw. Did you forget? Fairy has been rather inactive lately, though. . . If you would like a different mentor for Bluepaw, the following WaterClan warriors are available: Fernpool [FairyoftheFlames], Cloudfur [FairyoftheFlames], Dawnsinger [Me, [Roseness], but she's still recovering from her drowning incident the other day, so Bluepaw would have to have a substitue until she's fully recovered if you do choose her. . .], and Honeydew [Believing's, as I'm sure you're aware.].
CookieWolf, I can roleplay Ashfeather just as well, so I'm ready when you are. :3
I'll edit this OOC to include a post; I just needed to get these answers out there. . .
EDIT: Okay, I finished typing this in more or less than an hour; sorry if that was too long. Also, happy birthday, PowerClans -- not to mention the awesome members of it. Or should I say MemberClan? :3 Sorry I couldn't get on yesterday; I was over at a friend's house, baking sugar cookies for the second time in my life. X'3 Anyway. I was going to post for Ashwhisker today, but I s'pose I will have to attempt to find the time later. . .]]
AirClan
Ashfeather watched as the DarkClan cats raced away into the night, grim satisfaction smoldering in her bright blue eyes. She had to dig her already unsheathed claws into the weed-choked earth in order to restrain herself from the rash impulse of following the mind-controlled felines. They had passed well over the horizon when the pale-furred she-cat allowed herself to catalogue her injuries and wounds. Minor nicks and scratches scored her pelt, but those would heal in a day or two. The only somewhat serious wound she had was the one on her shoulder, and Ashwhisker would surely see to that soon enough. Ashfeather gave the exposed flesh a lick, then two, and ignored the stinging sensations that pierced it with each rasp of her tongue. Once the metallic taste of blood had faded, she left the wound alone and raised her head to rake her gaze about the camp. The attack from DarkClan had been short and overall a failure, but they had also had the upper paw due to the element of surprise. Some cats were still lurching out of their nests and hurtling from their dens; the rest of AirClan hustled about the camp if they could still walk, like a hive of disturbed bees. There was only one cat that Ashfeather searched for, however; a critically harmed tom whose pelt was darker than the night sky itself with eyes that could challenge the deepest lake in WaterClan for its perfect, dark shade of blue. Nightfeather was nowhere to be found, and his mate silently berated herself for wasting her time when she had watched Pebblestar dragging a dark bundle that was probably Nightfeather. Probably.

Ashfeather’s eyes traced a pale, lithe body as it gradually, swiftly made its way through the crowd on its way to the High-hill near the front entrance of the camp. It was only a matter of heartbeats until Pebblestar was perched atop the raised landform where the leader of AirClan often addressed their Clan. After a quick analysis of the familiar faces still milling anxiously about in the clearing, the slender silver she-cat spoke. “AirClan.” The word was solitarily uttered, yet loudly enough to hush all of the frantic voices in the camp. “This has been an unexpected battle. I need to make sure every one is here.” Once again Pebblestar scanned the plethora of faces titled upwards at her from the depression below. Her brow creased ever so slightly, yet it was visible to Ashfeather close to the hind tunnel where the initial attack had commenced. After a long pause, she asked in a tone that was neither fazed nor calm, “Where are Cloudmoth and Whitefern?”

A brief hesitation, then a short cry pierced the silence, “Over here!” It echoed from the warriors’ den – a female voice, but Ashfeather didn’t care to look to see who it was when the she-cat continued, “Cloudmoth is here, but Whitefern is not.” A small intake of breath was heard from a few of the younger cats of AirClan. “Search the camp for him first.” Ordered Pebblestar, appeared undaunted for the most part. Ashfeather’s eyes weren’t quite sharp enough to pick out the traces of fear and worry in the leader’s expression, but she knew they were there. Pebblestar lifted her head upwards to watch something before she went on, “We have a dead cat in our camp and I don't want it here much longer.” Ashfeather’s eyes flashed coldly at the memory of murdering the cat who had hurt her beloved. She didn’t feel guilty. “This cat deserves no proper clan burial. Stripetail and Orangewisker, please take the body and dispose of it at the no-Clan's land border.” Ashfeather found herself nodding nearly imperceptibly in agreement. That cat – no, that thing had not deserved to live. Even if he was a mere will-less puppet at the claws of Icestar, it didn’t matter that his actions were not his own. She had done the original Clans a favor by ridding the planet of his – its – tormented soul. Ashfeather did not question her previous blood-thirsty motives, nor did she regret them.

“Shinelight. Any sign of Whitefern?” Pebblestar’s voice intervened Ashfeather’s thoughts; the leader looked up again at the anonymous source for what seemed to be the third time, tilting her head back further. She received a quick answer from one of the dens as Shinelight, the cat that Ashfeather had helped only moments ago, reported that he was not in camp. “He must have been taken.” Thanks for dropping that band of minions on the entire camp, the blood-stained warrior thought bitterly while a collective symphony of gasps travelled through the remaining cats. “Now, we won't know that until Cloudmoth wakes up. For now, Cottonpaw will need a mentor. Ashfeather, do you think you could do that?” Ashfeather flinched slightly when her name was called, but the grim-faced warrior recovered quickly. She considered what was being asked of her for a moment. Cottonpaw was a lively young cat on which most things negative were lost. She would be a bit of a pawful, but her attitude seemed to be cooperative enough. Besides, the fluffy white apprentice would need a mentor while Whitefern was gone, and the chances of him miraculously returning anytime soon were nearly nonexistent. It took only a heartbeat for Ashfeather to make her decision. “Of course,” she mewed. “I will.” Her eyes searched the crowd once more, but this time, she had a different cat in mind.
[[. . . I just hope that I did Ashfeather's personality justice. I'm not entirely lucid at the moment. . . *Yawns*]]

[Arouria]

(Ok thanks Rose :3 If you see my little post above^ Pebblestar is asking her to be a mentor ^^, I suppose I will have to edit my OOC post when Rose edits her OCC post XD)
(I just wrote the longest post I ever made and my phone deleted it ;A; I'll have to do it later.)

[kartharon]

SunClan

Fallenkit watched the two seperate and she winced softly at Featherkit's words. The two of them, Featherkit and Ravenkit... They had been so close before and now.. Now it seemed that they were enemies. Her mind was divided between helping Ravenkit and helping Featherkit and slowly she walked over to Ravenkit and curled up by his side. She lied down in front of him and peered into his eyes. "Are you okay?" she murmured softly, her eyes filled with concern. All of the humor had left her voice and now she was just worried about her friends. Featherkit seemed so.. Blocked out from the world now. She was cold and Fallenkit didn't like how she had changed from a fun friend to an emotionless one. She sighed softly as she looked into Ravenkit's eyes and waited for an answer.

[Africa.]

(Sorry for not replying everyone! I've been working on form and stories an such >.< )

Ravenkit shrugged a bit. "Yeah, fine." He mumbled, turning away once again to sleep. His black-as-coal pelt faded with the shadows that seemed to creep along the floor of camp, other then the slashes of a pure white that striked his body.
Closing his neon green eyes for the fourth time, his claws flexed endlessly in the soft earth, his ears pinned flatly to the back of his head. Obviously, he wasn't planning on talking to anyone at the time... Unless Melodykit came, of course, but that wasn't happening, he was sure.

Silverpaws dreams flowed gently like a slow running river in green leaf. Through the midst of her dream, she could just make out the kind whisper of Robinpaw, though she couldb't catch his words. In her sleep, a smile crept along her lips, knowing Robinpaw was beside her. It was as though just by being around, he kept the bad dreams away, whether he knew it or not. And for that, she thanked starclan for the friend she had been given, even if she still wished they could be a bit more then that.

[kartharon]

Fallenkit frowned, knowing she probably wasn't going to get anything out of him. She pulled herself away from him and shuffled over to her nest with a hurt sigh. She plopped down on her nest and turned away from him, not even looking in either of their directions. She gazed up at the ceiling and sent a small message up to StarClan. Help him. It was the only thing she could think of to say in her head so she curled her tail over her nose and lied her head down on her paws. Her golden eyes glowed brightly in the darkness as she thought about what clan she would go to as an apprentice. She didn't want to leave Ravenkit that was sure but.. She might have to. She frowned at the thought, wondering if he knew the way that she felt about him.. He probably didn't but with a small, tired yawn she shoved the thought out of her mind and dozed off into sleep.

[Tinkpetz]

(I am so sorry, guys. D: I left every notice possible, but Sunny still forgot. Very like her. v.v Anyways, I have been recovering from my trek through the desert ((My feet hurt really bad.)) and haven't asked my sister if she took care of the RP for me. I got on this morning and went: O.O "I can't believe it! She really didn't post? Oh no!" So I caught up and now I am typing this. ((I will yell at my sister later. =I)) Also, I did not get to even start your story, Willow. D: I started it yesterday, but I didn't have time to do anything on the Trek except walk.
@Rose: Yeah, you posted for Ashfeather just fine. ^^)


The Next Morning...

LeafClan

"Leafshadow. Leafshadow." The mottled tom slowly drifted out of consciousness to see Heathersong the medicine cat standing over him. "What?" he mumbled, pushing himself to his feet. The sun was not quite up yet, but it was probably early in the morning. The morning. As Heathersong opened her mouth to speak, the events of the night before came rushing back to Leafshadow. He had the welfare of all of PowerClans weighing on his shoulders. "The chosen meeting is this morning," the amber-eyed she-cat mewed, confirming Leafshadow's worst fears. He nodded silently and followed his medicine cat from the den. Jaypaw was already awake, rubbing his eyes and shifting from paw to paw. The three cats gathered in front of LeafClan camp entrance. For a moment, it looked like Heathersong would speak again, but silence closed her jaws. Let's just get this over with. It seemed that the decision was unanimous, and all three cats padded out of camp in the direction of the Gathering-place.

SunClan

When Brightpaw awoke in the morning, it was still dark. No birds were singing and camp was utterly silent. Time to wake up the kits. Someone had informed Petalsong of the chosen cats' meeting and how her newborn daughter had been invited. The weary queen had accepted it surprisingly well, and she had given permission for Brightpaw to escort Melodykit to the meeting. Brightpaw padded carefully over a creamy tail to get to the litter of tiny kits. Her bright blue eyes searched out the smallest one until she was found. She contemplated waking Melodykit for a moment, but decided it would be easier to just carry her. Taking the kit's scruff between her teeth, Brightpaw padded out of the leader's den and toward the apprentice den to get Ravenkit. It was a bit awkward to climb over all the young sleeping cats while carrying Melodykit, but the pale-furred medicine apprentice managed to get back to the corner where Ravenkit slept without stepping on any tails. "Rvnit," she mewed, her mouth full of kit fur. That certainly wasn't going to work. Brightpaw shifted her weight and lifted a forepaw to prod the black kit awake.

(Urgh, that's all I have time for at the moment. It's really early in the morning and all the chosen cats need to get up to go to the meeting. That's pretty much all we're doing right now.)

[catdoq]

WaterClan

Silvertail woke the next morning, paws heavy and eyes droopy. She knew she had to get up now though and heaved to her paws, plucking her away carefully around her sleeping clanmates. When she pushed her way out at last, she sighed in relief and looked around for Whisperpaw. Silvertail narrowed her eyes with frustration and was now beginning to feel more awake in the air, she paced the clearing, eyes fixed on her paws as she awaited her clanmates awaken.