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Cat Name: Dovewing
Clan: viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3723863&#p116463706
Rank: Apprentice/warrior

Gender: She-cat
Age: 18 moons
Description: Short haired white based cat with grey/brown splotches. Odd eyes, one blue and one green

Other Features: None
Siblings: None alive

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[ThatDragonAdara]

Mark!
I'll be back once I get a founder!

[Hawky<3]

mark i'm in love *o*

[8 of Spades]

Marking till i get my founder!

[Simonpet]

Username: Simonpet
Cat's Name: Squirrelface
Cat's Gender: Female
Clan Thread: Sorrelclan

Story:

Sage sniffed the air and caught the scent of a squirrel. She hadn't been able to catch prey for about two days and now her stomach rumbled with hunger. Hopefully it wouldn't give her away.

Sage shifted into the hunting position, moving slowly and quietly over the forest floor. Soon, the squirrel was in her sight. It was a fluffy gray-and-white creature, almost cute if she were still a kit. But she wasn't. And she needed to hunt. In one pounce, the squirrel was caught in her jaws. She let it go and it tried to run. But she was still too quick for it, and they played the game for a while before she finally killed it to put it out of its misery. Playing like that helped reduce the chances of injury, she had found, and it was a good way of practicing her hunting. If she couldn't catch the squirrel when it was weak, she deserved to starve.

Sage ate the squirrel quickly and buried its remains; that way, no predators could track her easily. These little things were all tactics she had learned when she had been a kit in her mother's clowder. But she had left, searching for adventure. And those clans that were popping up everywhere. While they certainly seemed interesting, she didn't think that she was interested in joining. After all, it seemed too much like a clowder. Just by a different name.

"Why are you hunting in my land?"

Sage's fur fluffed up and she hissed as she turned to see a large tortoiseshell molly with a fading scar across her face. The tortoiseshell looked...regal. Confident. In command. Like one of those clan cats. Scat.

[Dinolil1]

Username: Dinolil1
Cat's Name: Dovetail
Cat's gender: Female
Clan Thread: X
Story: Snow-worn paws traveled the mountains with surprising ease, the moaning gale bowed heads submissively and the driving rain seemed to guide them ever forwards. ''Beetlestar! How far now?!'' called a dark brown tabby, eyes squinted in the haze of wet needles. ''Not far, Wrenfur!'' promised a dark black tom, his voice uncertain. Beetlestar didn't know how far they'd gone or how far they had left, but he knew that they could not return to camp; a vicious mudslide had claimed it and the lives of several others already, it was home to nothing but worms and corpses now.

''Wait up!'' puffed Dovepaw, scuttling to try and keep her sister's rear end in sight. The wind stole her words and tossed it to the mountaintops, where the lightning cackled at her. ''Frostpaw! Come on!'' The pale apprentice suddenly regretted arguing with her over the last mouse yesterday. Determinedly, Dovepaw pattered onwards and mercifully, before the mountain fog set in, managed to catch up with her friend, Rabbitpaw. ''You okay?'' The kind tom whispered to her, bumping into her gently. ''Tired.'' Dovepaw replied wheezily, glancing at her friend and his ghostly-white eyes; Rabbitpaw had been born blind but had never once complained about it, Dovepaw was proud of him as a result of this. ''I can tell.'' Rabbitpaw smiled kindly at her, plodding tirelessly on. ''But we'll be home soon.'' That was a promise that not even Rabbitpaw, the most trustworthy and kind of all the apprentices, could keep.

Night fell quickly and silently, creeping on the cats the way a fox would sneak up on an unsuspecting goose. Dovepaw hated the dark with a burning passion, especially with the mountains scowling like stony-faced demons. ''Rabbitpaw?'' She called out, only to get no reply. ''Rabbitpaw, are you asleep?'' Again, not a peep. ''Frostkit? Are you here?'' Nobody but the whistle of the breeze, gliding past some boulders. ''Guys?'' Dovepaw whined, waking up and seeing absolutely...


nothing.

There was no Rabbitpaw, no Frostpaw, no Beetlestar or his deputy, Wrenfur. There was absolutely nobody on this cold slab of granite but Dovepaw herself and her own creeping sensation that somebody was behind her. ''Where did you go?'' Dovepaw murmured, suddenly aware of how high-pitched her voice sounded. ''Mum?'' She bleated, getting to her paws and feeling fear shaking her body. ''Dad?'' Dovepaw padded anxiously forth, ushered on by a frosty wind. ''T-they forgot me?'' The pale molly realized, her chest hurting, her world crashing and everything she'd ever dreamed of landing with a tremendous thud. The thunder grumbled and the wind gave a ghostly wail, startling Dovepaw and sending the lanky apprentice skidding down the rocky mountainside; paws strained against stone and stone scratched away at tiny pink paws.

''She was so annoyed!'' A chubby loner snickered, padding along the feet of the ice-capped giants. ''You need to stop annoying her, Smokey, she's gonna end up slitting our throats soon.'' warned another, more sleek and lean than his companion. ''Oh shut up, Smudge.'' grumbled Smokey, shaking his head irritably and just about to enter a tangent when before his eyes, lay a young and bruised molly.

''Oh my word! Smudge!'' Smokey prodded him with a large paw and motioned to Dovepaw, who was barely breathing and tired from her treacherous tumble. ''Oh no...'' whispered his companion, looming over the mist-white molly. ''Is she okay?'' Smudge turned to face Smokey, concern etched onto his face like scars onto bark. ''Of course not! Fetch some sticks and bindweed, I think her leg is broken.'' Smokey ordered, shoving the black and white tom way from the unconscious soul.

Eventually, as the sun dipped below the line of dark trees, Dovepaw woke up and saw that a squirrel had been placed at her paws, her hind leg bound up in bark and two strangers were sleeping a little ways off. ''Umm...'' She hummed shyly, looking at the rise and fall of their pelts. ''Thank you.''Dovepaw smiled quietly and took a nibble of the prey offered to her. It was nice to have some company, even in complete strangers, after her terrifying ordeal. ''I don't think I could ever live there again.'' Dovepaw turned to the mountains, apologizing to her ancestors but thanking them for her luck. ''But thank you for this.''

Several moons had passed and Dovepaw had grown to know more about the odd pair; Smudge and Smokey were a couple of freeloaders, living on a molly called Rook's territory and went around offering their services as healers. One day, Dovepaw had been practicing her climbing when Smudge rushed in, wide-eyed. ''Dovepaw! You mentioned something about a clan?'' The silly tom tilted his head and beamed at her lopsidedly. ''Yeah, I wanted to join a clan.'' Dovepaw replied, smiling politely at him in turn. ''What's the news?''

''They're looking for cats.'' Came the breathless response, and out of the darkness Dovepaw was pulling into a rub-crushing hug. ''Oh! I'm going to miss you so much!'' mumbled Smokey, nuzzling her lovingly. ''You've been a far more competent assistant than that fool over there.'' He shot a cheeky smile at Smudge, who pretended to be heart-broken by this. ''But I wish you luck.'' Smokey released Dovepaw from his hold. ''I'll miss you two loads as well.'' Dovepaw promised, nuzzling him in turn. ''Smudge!'' She turned back to the lanky tom and gave him a hug as well. ''Lead the way!''

She hadn't expected the leader to be so talkative, so hyper and so much more young; her old leader, Beetlestar, had been extremely stern and seemingly timeless. ''It'll be wonderful to have you!'' Daisystar gabbled, a bright smile on her bright face. ''Thank you for considering RainClan.'' The way she spoke was welcoming and as though they were friends already, Dovepaw liked that a lot. ''Although I have one question? Do you have a warrior name?'' The golden molly frowned slightly, tail twitching curiously. ''You seem awfully old for an apprentice.''

Dovepaw gaped and realized that she'd never become a warrior! Embarrassed, Dovepaw ducked her head and smiled awkwardly. ''Oh, I...I'm Dovetail.'' Nodding, she confirmed this with a hearty smile. Her old friends had always commented on her climbing skills and agility, plus Dovetail sounded awesome. ''Well, welcome to Rainclan!'' Daisystar purred, nuzzling her. ''Lovely to have you, Dovetail!''

[minizerkah]

Username: minizerkah
Cat's Name: frosttail
Cat's gender: tom
Clan Thread: badgerclan

Art/story:

patch moved some leaves out of his way and into a hole in the ground that was nearby, he was mumbling to himself things that he had to do. once all the leaves were out of the way he lay down on his nest, taking a big bite out of the fat mouse he caught earlier.

there was a glimpse of a cat in the distance near some bushes which immediately made patch stop his eating and stood up. puffing out his chest and putting on a threatening looking posture.

he crouched down, slowly making his way towards the bushes. he jumped through them and stood a few fox tail lengths away from a fluffy gray and white tom. "what are you doing in my territory?" patch hissed lifting his right front paw. the tom whipped around, a shocked look on his face. "who are you?" patch asked a look of annoyance on his face.

"thrushstar, leader of badgerclan." the tom responded pridefully. patch raised his brow with a small purr of amusement.

"pridefully, aren't ya?" patch meowed setting his paw down on the ground. "wait your a clan cat?" patch asked quietly, thrushstar nodded taking a step forward.

"badgerclan is a new clan, im actually looking for cats to join." thrushstar explained sitting down and wrapping his fluffy tail around his paws.

"well i am looking for an actual place to stay forever so i guess i shall join ya in this clan." patch meowed licking his dirty paw. "im patch."

"welcome to badgerclan patch. from this day forward your name will be frosttail."

[thank my lucky stars]

Username: thank my lucky stars
Cat's Name: drizzlepelt
Cat's Gender: molly
Clan Thread: sageclan

story:"again!" hailstar said, dropping into a low crouch, his ears twitching. drizzlepelt groaned once, rolling her blue and green eyes.

"come on, we practiced this move like, twenty times!" she wailed, and hailstars eyes narrowed at her. "if you would stop complaining about having to redo it, maybe you would actually learn it." he said calmly, the only hint of irritation was the tiny twitching of his tail-tip.

drizzlepelt hissed in frustration, her tail lashing, and dropped into an answering crouch. it was difficult to determine how long they'd been training for, but the sun was nearly set, and they had started a little after dawn. her muscles were sore and she was panting, but hailstar didn't seem affected at all.

"fine!" she spat, and without tensing her muscles, immediately leapt for him. she landed on his back, and scrambled to get a good grip. before he could try to buck her off, she kicked him in the head with her back paw and raked her front paws on his back before jumping off him.

"how was that?" she panted, triumph gleaming in her eyes. it was hard for her to catch her breath, but hailstars answering purr warmed her.

"good. you gave no indication that you would leap, and you immediately went on the offensive. you did well." he said, and drizzlepelt smirked, pride growing in her chest.

"we'll work on another move tomorrow." drizzlepelt gave him an incredulous look, her ears drooping. "what? are you serious?" she asked, only to get a tiny nod in return.

"you are a good hunter, as i told you before, but if you ever want an apprentice then you need to be able to teach them how to hunt and fight. if you do not know how to fight, how can you teach them to defend their clan?"

drizzlepelt scowled and scuffed her paw against the ground. she knew he was right, but it was so tiring to practice battle moves. "okay." she mumbled sullenly, then giggled a little when hailstar bumped into her side.

"go on, get some rest. you earned it."

[weegeestar5]

Username: weegeestar5
Cat's Name: mist mistwhisker
Cat's gender: male
Clan Thread: duskclan

Art/story:
The lithe tom's eyes were fixed onto a small rabbit in the distance that was attempting to graze on grass that poked out from underneath the snow. This was the first piece of prey he'd seen in a few days, he couldn't let it escape from him. He was grateful that his long legs helped to pick his way out of the snow to stalk towards the rabbit - but couldn't help but feel pessimistic about his catch. That rabbit will hear me coming way before I reach it, he thought, pausing in his stride, maybe I could use the burrows...? He shook his head. Mist had never gone into a rabbit tunnel before in his life, and, quite frankly, didn't like the idea of charging into one without even the most basic knowledge of the landscape ahead of him. Fluffing his short pelt out against the cold, he returned his focus onto the rabbit. It was still grazing - unaware of the danger so close to it. He continued to stalk closer and closer to his prey - making sure his paws landed delicately on the snow to muffle the noise of his pawsteps. Another pawstep, and I'll go for it, he thought determinedly. As he took the next pawstep, he bunched in his haunches; ready to pounce. However, before he could dart towards the rabbit, a silver shape shot out and barrelled into the rabbit. Hissing, he bounded up to the silver tabby tom who held the rabbit in his jaws. "Hey," he snarled, "I was stalking that rabbit, in case you weren't aware." Although he was in no state for a fight - his pelt clung to his frame - he still unsheathed his claws and bushed out his tail threateningly at the tom. The tom turned to him; clearly surprised. Quickly, the strange tom padded forward and dropped the rabbit at his paws.
"Sorry, I didn't see that you were stalking it. You're welcome to have the prey," the tom meowed, his tone warm and friendly, "you look like you need to eat a few rabbits."
Mist's pelt bristled, but he snatched up the rabbit in his mouth. Without hesitation, he devoured the rabbit and was surprised to see the silver tabby tom was still there. He growled slightly under his breath. Some cats give you one piece of scrawny prey and assume you owe them something, he thought angrily to himself; ready to launch himself at the tom if he tried to make an outrageous demand of some sort.
"I'm Stormstar," the silver tom eventually meowed, his voice was still friendly but his eyes showed anxiety as Mist's position changed into a more aggressive one, "leader of Duskclan. I haven't seen you around here before, what's your name?"
"I'm Mist," he replied curtly; gaze locked on the silver tabby in case he tried to make any moves, "and, no, you wouldn't have. I was a kittypet."
"You should go back to your Twolegs," Stormstar meowed; concern and anxiety now reflected into his eyes, "this isn't a good time to come live the wild life - prey is very scarce."
"Do you think I want to be here?" He hissed, "if I could go back to my housefolk's den, I would, but they're not there. Another housefolk came around as if they could somehow replace my family." Mist lashed his tail in aggravation as he remembered the scene. The adults and the kits had both seemed very excited to leave the den; Mist was confused at how they had stroked him as they always done before they left and then they just, didn't come back. It had been a week since then, and whilst Mist did eat the food the other housefolk had given him, he felt frustrated and lonely; not knowing where his family was.
"I lost my family too," Stormstar murmured, his shoulders tensing as he went on, "they all died."
Mist blinked in surprise at the tom. The tom seemed friendly, thought Mist couldn't work out why. He said he was the leader of... Duskclan? He thought to himself; trying to work out exactly what he meant.
"What is a... Duskclan?" He meowed eventually, gazing at the tom.
The tom nodded towards a gorse bush. "Let's go under there and I'll tell you." He meowed, "otherwise we'll freeze our paws off." Still wary, Mist followed Stormstar to under the gorse brush; feeling relieved that snow was no longer at his paws and his pelt.
"Duskclan is a clan of warriors. I founded the clan after a strange dream I had - everyone that I had known told me that it was my destiny to walk on my paws alone until I became leader of a new clan," he paused in his story at Mist's confused expression, "don't worry, I'm still confused over it myself, to tell you the truth. But as a clan, we are a group of cats - like a family! We all work together for one another to always help each other out, and we pride ourselves in helping out any cat who needs our help. And if you need some place to stay, you could stay at our camp, Mist."
"Is that why you gave me the prey? To make me feel obligated to join your clan?" Mist hissed; feeling his pelt fluff up in anger. His mother was right - these wild cats were all savages.
"What? No, of course not," He squeaked; evidently shocked, "I gave you it because you were also stalking it and I ate last night. I'm not forcing you to join - if you do want to join us, we'll tell you more about our clan and our way of life, but it may not be suitable for you."
"Why are you offering me the chance, then?" Mist was still glaring at Stormstar through narrowed eyes; tail lashing slowly from side to side.
"Because all cats should be given the chance to choose which life they want to lead. If your heart is the heart of a clan cat, then I would be more than happy to accept you. However-" He paused, as if uncertain whether or not he wanted to continue on, "-You say you were a kittypet, yes?"
"That's correct." He meowed, nodding to the silver tabby tom.
"Did your parents ever teach you how to hunt?"
"No, I've been teaching myself."
"Well, then, how about this - what if you stay with us and we teach you how to hunt? You don't have to stay, but if you're here by yourself then I don't know how long you'll last without proper techniques. Prey on the moorland is fast." The tom kindly offered; nodding towards a clump of boulders in the distance.
Mist narrowed his eyes; he still didn't trust the tom, but his offer was tempting. Besides, he thought, I could fight my way out if needed. Probably. Sighing slightly, he nodded towards the tom's offer. "Fine, I'll learn how to hunt from your clan," he meowed evenly; not wanting to give anything away about how he truly felt. Stormstar purred in response and nodded to Mist, before rising to his paws and moving out from underneath the gorse bush. Mist followed more slowly; wincing as the branches scraped at his pelt. His eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the tom quickly dash off towards the boulders in the distance. Living in rocks? That'll be cold, he thought to himself; following the leader at a slower pace.

will edit later on too, to look over any grammatical errors/add any more sentences c:

[Katrione]

Username:
Katrione

Cat's Name:
Swanfeather

Cat's Gender:
She-cat

Clan Thread:
Gorseclan

Story:
Palestar settled next to the odd-eyed she-cat, brushing her tail gently over her back. "Are you sure you'll be fine?" The leader asked. Swanfeather looked up and nodded sadly, before turning to watch as the love of her life left with their kit. "You can go with them if you want, I won't make you stay here."

Swanfeather shook her head furiously. "I don't want to be a loner anymore. I want to stay in Gorseclan with a bunch of cats." The white she-cat mewed, looking up at Palestar. "He chose a lonely life over me and so did my daughter." She mewed, her tail lashing slightly.

"She might come back one day." Palestar mewed, hoping that her words could help her new clanmate feel better. "Until then, you have Gorseclan to keep your company. That might not seem like much but you'll never have to be alone again." The black-eared she-cat mewed reassuringly.

Swanfeather smiled sadly and nodded, nuzzling the Gorseclan leader before getting to her paws. "Let's stop talking about this and find something else to do to keep our minds off of this." She mewed. Palestar nodded in agreement, flashing her a smile as she got to her paws and lead the new Gorseclan warrior out of the camp and onto the sun-lit moor.