{fencedclan} rp thread

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    [font=century]Pearl scanned the group of cats. Each of them bore collars or other kittypet things of the sort. Each of them were tagged by twolegs. This morning, each awoke to find their twolegs gone and were left to their own devices. Pearl, a former clancat, figured she could lead them and help them to become less dependent on twolegs and more...wild.


    "Cats. Kits. Kittypets," she began. "We are here to celebrate the freedom from the fence we've been trapped in under the twolegs. Some of you will miss them, others will not. But, we cannot change the fact of their departure. And I, a former wild cat, will take on the role of your leader in hopes of teaching you how to survive on your own."


    The she-cat looked at some particular cats who'd been in the clan with her. Pearl then returned her attention to the mass as a whole. With one swipe of her paw, she tore off her tattered collar and threw it onto the ground below her perch on a mailbox. "Those are our collars. Our ribbons. Our bows. We must tear them away as well as our kittypet names," the patched she-cat called out. "In a clan, cats are given two part names. With 'kit ending it as a kit, 'paw ending it as an apprentice {a cat in training}, and whatever one desires after those ranks." She raised up her paw and licked it to groom her face. "I am Burntwhisker, to remind myself of my heavily flawed accident not too long ago. Each of you will choose names of two parts like this." She hoped she wasn't filling them with too much information.


    Pearl, now Burntwhisker, jumped off her perch and landed in the dirt below. She picked up her collar in her jaws and tossed it up into the branch of an oak whose branches hung over a fence and over the road. She assumed the rest would do the same. "You." She picked out a long-haired grey she-cat as she spoke. "You were an old clanmate of mine. I'd love for you to be my deputy, my second in command." She watched the cat's eyes, waiting for a response.


    She looked around at the cats. "Aside from a deputy, we will need a medicine cat. And all others will be warriors or apprentices. Any cat know herbs or healing? Or perhaps even know how to read a book on it?" Burntwhisker hoped a cat would speak up about knowing instead of knowing to read. She hoped more for experience with the matter rather than words about it.

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    ~Patch ∫ Snowpaw~


    [color=#95D3D8]As the she-cat's, known as Pearl, gaze quickly went over, a white and black tom, he stared straight back, excitement coursing through his veins. When he saw her tattered collar, he glanced down at his somewhat uneasily, he noticed just how grimy his lucky green collar had come to be. Patch had been tagged by twolegs. When the little tom had noticed the disappearance of his twolegs, he had puzzled over it for some time before visiting the herb patch at the corner of the garden. Well, maybe Pearl could help his puzzlement.


    As he listened quietly to the leading she-cat, Patch decided he would be the second to remove his collar. Bending his skinny neck down, he grabbed his tags and shook his head violently, snapping the collar. Stepping forward, he placed it on the oak tree proudly. As the little medicine cat apprentice-to-be strode back to his place on short legs, he began to think of a good name. My mother's name was Frosty . . . Suddenly, an awesome name popped into his head. Snowspot!


    Smiling, the former kittypet snapped to attention at the mention of herbs and healing. Tentatively stepping forward, the feline cleared his throat.




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    IC: Burntwhisker looked over at the cat who'd stepped forward with her bright orange eyes. "Patch," she addressed him, knowing his name from somewhere. "I had no idea you knew a thing about herbs or any kind of healing for that matter." The orange tabby and white she cat looked the younger cat. "You're a bit young to fill the position, but you're welcome to be the medicine cat apprentice." The she-cat looked around, hoping a cat would step forward to take the full medicine cat position. Aside from her doubts, she wouldn't let the other cats worry. "We'll find a mentor for you in soon time!" she mrowed, putting some cheer in her voice.




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    ~Patch ∫ Snowpaw~


    [color=#95D3D8]The little tom smiled brightly when she said his name. Nobody knew his name usually. Puffing out his chest, the tom swelled with pride at the mention of his knowledge of herbs. "Thank you, Pearl," he said, his jade eyes grateful. Stepping back, Patch cast his gaze around to see who his mentor would be. The feline's white and black pelt swayed in the breeze, and he shivered slightly at the chill air. It was rather eerie without all of the noisy chatter of twolegs. Staring down at his paws, a sudden wave of shyness abruptly passed over the tom. Soon, it was gone though and he looked up again.




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    [size=9pt]Paws of speed almost flied across the grass covered ground as the slender femme pad among the two-leg territory. Or, Fenceclan territory more likely. Her elongated banner would flap behind her frame as she pad forward as fast as the felidae could manage. As she ran, her head turned forward to face the small town of many houses and shelters. Her pigments scanned the area for any intruders, but found none so far. Suddenly, a cold breeze pushed against her. She winced to the winds power against the small she-cat, so she slowed down a bit but kept running. Whitespots lifted her dial to the atmosphere. Roiling clouds of dark grey and almost dark purple appeared above Fenceclan territory. ''Storms coming...'' She recorded in her mind, lobes flicking to the sounds of crackling trees behind pushed together by the strong wind. ''Strong winds, dark clouds. No intruders.'' Without a second thought, the white - coated fae halted and turned into a crack between two houses toward her clan. It wasn't long 'til she saw several cats surrounded in a clearing. At the sight of Burntstar, Whitespots ran toward her and not long after she was before the leader. Quickly the fae halted and let her sides rise and fall quickly. ''A storm is coming, miss. The rain and thundering may start tonight considering how far the dark clouds are, but I'm not sure. And their are no intruders. I pretty much circled the whole territory until I was sure no intruders were here.'' Whitespots mewed, the rising and falling of her stomach slowing as she caught her breath. ''Thank Starclan we have plenty of shelter for the night. Safe and warm.'' The runner mewed softly, her optics full of hope. ''Would you like me to warn the queens to keep their kits in the Post Office for the night?'' The petite she-cat rasped warmly, the soft words flowing out her maw smoothly. [/size]

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    IC: Burntwhisker looked up at the runner. Why did this cat know her rank and name? The meeting had just been called! Then, the patched she-cat remembered. She'd spoken to the white she-cat earlier in the morning, hoping filling her in on things earlier than the rest would help out in the transition from kittypet to clan life. Plus, assigning a Runner early helped in this situation. She could be warned of a coming storm and move all the cats to their respective places--places in which they'd already been informed where they belong. But Whitespots was right, getting all of them to their spots might be too much for a storm. "Yes," she said. "Begin with telling the mothers. If you think it will worsen, tell me and I'll get the rest in their proper places."




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    [font=Timesnewroman][color=Black] Tracker crackers for now, can't post tonight. I have absolutely have no muse.

    [size=9pt]''Yes miss.'' The fae replied boldly, calmly padding over to the Post Office in a fast through calming pace and peeked in through a door. Her bi-colored optics scanned the room to see queens wrapped around their kits or suckling them peacefully. She lifted her voice throughout the room. ''Queens, please remain in the Post Office with your kits until told otherwise. If you need any freshkill please tell me or a warrior.'' The runner turned out of the post office before the queens could lift their heads and stare at her. She never liked to see a mother worried, because of her? Whitespots turned and padded off to her leader, stopping infront of her and nodding her head. ''The storm doesn't seem that dangerous. Just some heavy rain, maybe.'' The she-cat mewed softly to the leader. ''But if you need me or some help, just ask me.'' The runner rasped, calmly walking into one of the houses not far from the leader. She curled up on the dirtied tan carpet and stared ahead to the cream colored walls. It was warm and soothing. No wonder the warriors loved to talk and sleep here..[/size]

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    Thoughts flooded through Cherry's head like the fast moving pictures on the box-screen inside the twoleg's home. Cherry ruffled her fur on her neck to bring her lose collar up enough to slip it over her neck. The scarlet finish to her tag was enough to safely say she was loved by her owner and Cherry will miss her. Visions of the young college student flashed through her mind; the human-to-feline conversations, the bonding, the adventures they went on. All gone.
    Cherry would take on the rank of apprentice, as she is willing to learn. She paused to speak, in respect of the Runner sharing news of the storm. She never liked storms, like most cats so she just sat in silence and dipped her head once more. She pricked her ears to pick up and more details she could, waiting in peace. She scanned the different sized pelts of the cat surrounding her; the reds, the whites, the brown, and so on. Cherry observed the builds and housings of the city, where all there twoleg owner had left. She always wondered how the outside world was; Cherry was an indoor kitten. Now she and everybody else can get a taste of this life.


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    [size=25pt]doveflight[/size][size=11pt]
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    IC: Burntwhisker smiled at her Runner. "Thank you, Whitespots." She nodded and gave a quick dip of her head to the spotted she-cat. The leader smiled and turned around to meet Doveflight. "How could I chose any other cat than a former clan mate and my closest friend?" the patched she-cat meowed with a smile. "And how about Cherry? Perhaps she could be your apprentice. She's fairly new to the outdoor world, so I assume a clanner like you can shape her into the wild cat we're all destined to be."




    OOC: Is Cherry all right with that?
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    OOC: Is Cherry all right with that?


    --yes.


    The only tradition Cherry knew of was Christmas, when the whiteness falls from outside the window and her person's 'family comes to ruffle her fur, which would take the longest time to groom back to normal. Still confused with all the new sights and smells, the new faces and traditions, but she was smiled all the same. She looked over to Doveflight, Cherry was very happy to learn from such a high positioned cat. The small black and white apprentice looked up to Burntwhisker, "Thank you, Doveflight, and thank you, Burntwhisker." the she-cat whispered. "I will learn all that I can." Cherry added with a nod of her head. Her bright vibrant green gaze shimmered with joy, everything was happening so quickly, so fast, she was ready.

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    IC: Burntwhisker smiled. "I am positive you will. You are of the smartest kits I have ever seen," she said with some cheer. "And I could only help your learning process by pairing you with one of the smartest cats I know." The patched she-cat smiled and looked from Cherrypaw to Doveflight. "I will be going to the chapel--what we will use to speak with Starclan--to receive my name as leader. I will travel alone, since it is not far from the warrior's homes. Would you mind watching the clan as the day draws to a close and I am absent?"




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    Burntwhisker nodded. "Yes," she said. "I assume most of the prey will be near the barn and pastures, but I'm sure they run through alleys and dumpsters if we must look there. And birds and squirrels are all over the trees." The self-named leader thought about how most of the clan may not know how to hunt. Perhaps some knew how to hunt from leisurely stalking when their twolegs. Now they would have to do it to live, instead of sport. "Maybe more cats should come? You know, to learn to hunt as a mass? Your apprentice is more than welcome, of course."
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    "Yes, we could do that," she mewed thoughtfully, "May I lead a patrol?" She wondered who she would end up taking to hunt, other than her apprentice. Doveflight knew she would be taking Cherrypaw with her—the experience would be good for her. Plus, she could teach her how to hunt, along with any others that needed help. "Who should I take?"

    [size=9pt]Whitespots was already on another run, her paws kicking up thick dust behind her. At the time she passed two houses, she heard a rustling noise coming from in between them. The pale she-cat halted to a complete stop before shifting around toward the noise. Before taking silent steps forward, she stopped and lifted her head. ''Who goes there?!'' She mewed loudly, a tone of threat escaping her maw. The rustles grew louder and louder, as if she was walking closer. But she was completely still. It frightened her a bit..until a loud crash was heard. A frightened yowl came from the alley way. Suddenly a calico came blasting out of the space with it's tail lifted and it's spine arched high. Whitespots held a laugh and growled as the felidae halted and stared with eyes of fright. ''Why are you in Fenceclan territory..?!'' The runner spat, watching the calico shift uneasily. By the look of the feline's face and eyes, she saw a male. ''A male calico...? I've never seen those...infact I never knew they were possible..!?'' For a moment, the cat stood stiff, his pillars almost looking as if they would collapse like any other loner. But this one suddenly stood forward and lifted his head, purring. ''Ah, hello miss. It's nice to meet another cat,'' The male walked up to Whitespots in a fancy manner and sat infront of her, still purring. ''My name's Drago. Yours?''[/size]


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    I'm putting Drago up for adoption. If someone wants to take him I'll send you his reference and I'll PM you the plot I'm going to make for White and him. Yes, he is a male calico. It's very rare, but possible. c;


    Do you all want me to make a FencedClan Adoption thread? I don't mind making one. So we can just have a place to have adoptions. I can throw together some generic cats for people who don't want to go through making one of their own.

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    { formerly proud}




    "Yes, of course you can lead a patrol! You're the deputy, you should lead a patrol," Burntwhisker meowed. The patched she-cat looked around at the group of cats. She was afraid that big patrols would be too much, but bigger patrols could possibly allow more cats to learn. Perhaps Doveflight would just figure it out herself. She was a pretty bright cat. "Pick whoever is willing to go," was all the leader said.
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    [size=9pt]Sure, if you want. But you don't have to. :)[/size]