♦♦ Ashclan ♦♦
You feel the Earth under you start to rumble as you see the volcano above you start to puff out smoke. You begin to cough badly as the ashes rain down on you, making you hot and smoldering. then out of a blur of smoke you see eyes, a cat. She steppes out of smoke, "Come with me, if you want to live." She flicks her tail and in a mere heartbeat turns and begins to walk away back into the smoke. You ponder for a second before you hack and cough again, and decide it would be best to follow... Soon you catch up with the strange cat, "Good, you decided not to die!" with that, the she-cat started running, and you follow. You soon get to a cavern in the side of the volcano and you follow the she-cat in. There is some light up ahead. You realize you have stopped coughing, and you are finally able to see the cat that saved your life, the she-cat with a pelt that looks like fallen embers have landed on her, but its actually her real pelt. You also notice a faint glow around her edges, like a white outline. After walking into the volcano, you start to see all different types of cats. "Where am I?!" you ask. "This is AshClan, I'm Emberstar, past leader of a once great clan. You may stay until the burst is over, or join them, forever becoming a Clan Cat. The decision is yours..." She nods around at the other cats in the cavern, finally flicking her tail toward a she-cat with a pelt as black as night, before she fades right before your very eyes.
Written By: xXRockfootXx
♦ History ♦
Perviously, Ashclan had been attacked by a clan of panthers. A few cats were selected in a prophecy to unite the other great clans against them. Once they succeeded they returned to camp. Everything after this is written by xXRockfootXx!~
Rockfoot, Whispersong, Panthersong, and Emerald padded bleary eyed back into Ashclan’s territory. Rockfoot was put slightly at ease to feel the familiar rough stone of the volcano that they made their home. Her paws ached after walking on it after a little while of trekking, but she didn’t mind. They had been always for so long; it felt like walking on clouds. Very sharp clouds, but clouds nonetheless. However, as they approached camp, Panthersong began to sniff the air worriedly. “What is it?” asked Whispersong, gently, but with the trace of fear in her voice. It was then that Emerald put in. “I feel like when I first came here…It was a lot nosier. Maybe it’s because Pantherclan left you guys alone finally?” Rockfoot shook her head, now noticing too how faint the familiar, busy smells were, and how quiet the area around camp was. And they hadn’t seen any patrols on their way in to the camp either. Only now did she realize how strange that is. Panthersong dropped into a half-crouch as they padded towards the camp entrance, while Emerald's footsteps became lighter.
They walked through the front entrance of the camp, and were instantly flooded with the fear-smell and death, with a sickly tang of sickness. The camp was a mess. The entrance to the cavern that held the nursery had crumbled around the edges, and to get in a cat would have scraped their shoulders to the sides. The mossy lichen overhang over the leader’s den was dry and would crumble at the slightest breath. And the cats; they were gone. Not all gone, of course. The whole Ashclan population hadn’t just picked up and left. Instead, it had been defeated in its very own home, by someone. Actually, by something. A sickness, to be exact. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the cats piled together for warmth while sniffling and sneezing, weren’t in that state just for kicks. It seemed, while the patrol had been gone, a terrible plague had swept Ashclan. The four cats stood there, dumbstruck, as Flickerkit raced up to them. His eyes were wider then their own, and he stumbled repeatedly. “Come quick!” He stammered out. “Emberstar!” Panthersong was the first one to snap out of it, followed by Ember, then Whispersong, and Rockfoot, as they raced towards their leader’s deathbed.
When they ran to the foot of the highledge, many of the sickly cats wearily raised their heads, giving little excited mews when they saw who it was. Emberstar was lying on her side, her belly exposed and a terrible scent hanging around her. She gave a hacking cough, and tried to roll over. Whispersong quickly led the group around Emberstar's side so as to not put their leader into any additional pain. When they could properly see Emberstar's face, it was nothing like the previously familiar, kind face. Her eyes were clouded, and half shut. Her parched mouth would open every so often to take a raspy breath. When she saw the four, she tried to smile, but she was in too much pain. It was then that Blizzardkit ran up. "Can you--" she broke off with a cough, wracking her entire small body. "Can you help her? Can you help us?" She sniffled loudly. Rockfoot glanced around for Birdsong, but when Blizzardkit saw her do this, she spoke again. "Birdsong was--The first one to go."
Rockfoot gasped in surprise. Her thoughts immediately raced to--"Amberbreeze! Is he okay?!" She tried to run to go see him but Panthersong looped her back with her tail. "Wait." She urged. They turned their attention back to Emberstar. "What can we do?!" Emerald gasped. Emberstar slowly shook her head. "What we need now--" she gasped. "Is a new leader." She nodded towards Panthersong. "You--you will be the new leader, Pantherstar." She rasped. "You must lead our clan out of this--out of this sickness." She gave a huge, rasping breath, half gagging. "I must go. My family awaits." She managed to pull off a small smile, a glimmer of hope sparkling in her milky eyes right before they closed for the last time.
After that, the clan seemed to slowly die even more. Pantherstar appointed Rockfoot as her deputy, and with the help of Heatherpaw they attempted to cure the sickness. However, there was very little they could do. They tried their best, but all cures failed. In the end, six moons later, Ashclan was reduced to a measly few cats. But the new leader forged on. For they had hope that a new clan could rise out of the ashes.
Written By: xXRockfootXx
♦ Role Play Rules And Information ♦
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Rules
♦ Follow The Official Chicken Smoothie Roleplay Rules
♦ No fighting outside of role-play
♦ Do not roleplay as your own mentor/apprentice, or mate
♦ Keep large discussion, and character forms in the discussion thread
♦ If you want a major event of some kind to happen, or have an idea, PM me
♦ If you really read the rules put potato in your character form
♦ Respect all of the staff
♦ Do not power-play, be perfect or invincible, ect.
♦ No killing anyone's cats without permission through PM.
♦ You cannot have powers, wing, or anything unrealistic beside markings. The markings still must have realistic color and no extremely human symbols like a heart, or smile.
♦ If you want to drop out say so, don't just disappear
♦ Posts MUST have your cats name before it. It has to be THREE sentences at the least, with average grammar. Less is okay if you have writers block, or something that could make it difficult to write more.
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You feel the Earth under you start to rumble as you see the volcano above you start to puff out smoke. You begin to cough badly as the ashes rain down on you, making you hot and smoldering. then out of a blur of smoke you see eyes, a cat. She steppes out of smoke, "Come with me, if you want to live." She flicks her tail and in a mere heartbeat turns and begins to walk away back into the smoke. You ponder for a second before you hack and cough again, and decide it would be best to follow... Soon you catch up with the strange cat, "Good, you decided not to die!" with that, the she-cat started running, and you follow. You soon get to a cavern in the side of the volcano and you follow the she-cat in. There is some light up ahead. You realize you have stopped coughing, and you are finally able to see the cat that saved your life, the she-cat with a pelt that looks like fallen embers have landed on her, but its actually her real pelt. You also notice a faint glow around her edges, like a white outline. After walking into the volcano, you start to see all different types of cats. "Where am I?!" you ask. "This is AshClan, I'm Emberstar, past leader of a once great clan. You may stay until the burst is over, or join them, forever becoming a Clan Cat. The decision is yours..." She nods around at the other cats in the cavern, finally flicking her tail toward a she-cat with a pelt as black as night, before she fades right before your very eyes.
Written By: xXRockfootXx
♦ History ♦
Perviously, Ashclan had been attacked by a clan of panthers. A few cats were selected in a prophecy to unite the other great clans against them. Once they succeeded they returned to camp. Everything after this is written by xXRockfootXx!~
Rockfoot, Whispersong, Panthersong, and Emerald padded bleary eyed back into Ashclan’s territory. Rockfoot was put slightly at ease to feel the familiar rough stone of the volcano that they made their home. Her paws ached after walking on it after a little while of trekking, but she didn’t mind. They had been always for so long; it felt like walking on clouds. Very sharp clouds, but clouds nonetheless. However, as they approached camp, Panthersong began to sniff the air worriedly. “What is it?” asked Whispersong, gently, but with the trace of fear in her voice. It was then that Emerald put in. “I feel like when I first came here…It was a lot nosier. Maybe it’s because Pantherclan left you guys alone finally?” Rockfoot shook her head, now noticing too how faint the familiar, busy smells were, and how quiet the area around camp was. And they hadn’t seen any patrols on their way in to the camp either. Only now did she realize how strange that is. Panthersong dropped into a half-crouch as they padded towards the camp entrance, while Emerald's footsteps became lighter.
They walked through the front entrance of the camp, and were instantly flooded with the fear-smell and death, with a sickly tang of sickness. The camp was a mess. The entrance to the cavern that held the nursery had crumbled around the edges, and to get in a cat would have scraped their shoulders to the sides. The mossy lichen overhang over the leader’s den was dry and would crumble at the slightest breath. And the cats; they were gone. Not all gone, of course. The whole Ashclan population hadn’t just picked up and left. Instead, it had been defeated in its very own home, by someone. Actually, by something. A sickness, to be exact. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the cats piled together for warmth while sniffling and sneezing, weren’t in that state just for kicks. It seemed, while the patrol had been gone, a terrible plague had swept Ashclan. The four cats stood there, dumbstruck, as Flickerkit raced up to them. His eyes were wider then their own, and he stumbled repeatedly. “Come quick!” He stammered out. “Emberstar!” Panthersong was the first one to snap out of it, followed by Ember, then Whispersong, and Rockfoot, as they raced towards their leader’s deathbed.
When they ran to the foot of the highledge, many of the sickly cats wearily raised their heads, giving little excited mews when they saw who it was. Emberstar was lying on her side, her belly exposed and a terrible scent hanging around her. She gave a hacking cough, and tried to roll over. Whispersong quickly led the group around Emberstar's side so as to not put their leader into any additional pain. When they could properly see Emberstar's face, it was nothing like the previously familiar, kind face. Her eyes were clouded, and half shut. Her parched mouth would open every so often to take a raspy breath. When she saw the four, she tried to smile, but she was in too much pain. It was then that Blizzardkit ran up. "Can you--" she broke off with a cough, wracking her entire small body. "Can you help her? Can you help us?" She sniffled loudly. Rockfoot glanced around for Birdsong, but when Blizzardkit saw her do this, she spoke again. "Birdsong was--The first one to go."
Rockfoot gasped in surprise. Her thoughts immediately raced to--"Amberbreeze! Is he okay?!" She tried to run to go see him but Panthersong looped her back with her tail. "Wait." She urged. They turned their attention back to Emberstar. "What can we do?!" Emerald gasped. Emberstar slowly shook her head. "What we need now--" she gasped. "Is a new leader." She nodded towards Panthersong. "You--you will be the new leader, Pantherstar." She rasped. "You must lead our clan out of this--out of this sickness." She gave a huge, rasping breath, half gagging. "I must go. My family awaits." She managed to pull off a small smile, a glimmer of hope sparkling in her milky eyes right before they closed for the last time.
After that, the clan seemed to slowly die even more. Pantherstar appointed Rockfoot as her deputy, and with the help of Heatherpaw they attempted to cure the sickness. However, there was very little they could do. They tried their best, but all cures failed. In the end, six moons later, Ashclan was reduced to a measly few cats. But the new leader forged on. For they had hope that a new clan could rise out of the ashes.
Written By: xXRockfootXx
♦ Role Play Rules And Information ♦
Links
Discussion Forum And Character Forms
Staff Forum
Original Forum
Rules
♦ Follow The Official Chicken Smoothie Roleplay Rules
♦ No fighting outside of role-play
♦ Do not roleplay as your own mentor/apprentice, or mate
♦ Keep large discussion, and character forms in the discussion thread
♦ If you want a major event of some kind to happen, or have an idea, PM me
♦ If you really read the rules put potato in your character form
♦ Respect all of the staff
♦ Do not power-play, be perfect or invincible, ect.
♦ No killing anyone's cats without permission through PM.
♦ You cannot have powers, wing, or anything unrealistic beside markings. The markings still must have realistic color and no extremely human symbols like a heart, or smile.
♦ If you want to drop out say so, don't just disappear
♦ Posts MUST have your cats name before it. It has to be THREE sentences at the least, with average grammar. Less is okay if you have writers block, or something that could make it difficult to write more.
Inactive List
None
Strikes/Bans
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