entrance of the queen [introduction - open]

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]An uncertain pair of aquamarine optics darted around the snowy landscape, searching for anything, more so anyone, to help her. Hopefully her ginger pelt would help her stick out against the bright white of the snow, but the heavy limb dragging behind her lowered her back to well below the bank level. Nike had broken her back leg in a truly frightening exchange of emotions with her now rouge mate. No, not mate. Lover would be a more accurate term for the older tom who stole the poor girls heart. Regardless of that tom’s association to her, he was the cause behind her rather grotesque broken limb. Twisted and cracked, it would surely have to be amputated in the future.


    Continuing her seemingly endless crusade through the cold, Nike paused to regain her breath. Behind her, a fresh trail of blood had accumulated. A frustrated huff escaped the felines lips as she trudged ahead once more. Would she die out here? Was this her bitter end? Meaningless thoughts flew through her head, shrouding her senses in a newfound state of panic. With a sharp look to her side, Nike rather loudly blurted out "Hello?! Anybody out there? Anyone at all?!"


    [ ooc ] hope darkclan will end up being a good fit for nik <3


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    INFO // updated dec. 17 2016

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]The only reason for any non-clan cat to join a band of felines was often to increase their chances of survival. For example, some came for medical treatment and felt inclined to stay whereas others were struggling to find food. But he didn't mind additions to DarkClan if they guaranteed to serve and be loyal. They were losing members too often, and their pool of warriors was dying. He didn't intend on leading a one-cat clan consisting of only himself. Cherrystar was wandering through the forest with the company of a few other cats, the male's eyes examining the area when he heard a voice cut through the forest in pleas.


    He shot a signal to follow, the tom following the scent which caught his nose. Blood. Another rogue attack he would assume? They had been having plenty of those as he halted, eyes flickering to the panicked fem's direction. His body emerged from the thick fog, the fog which existed year-long as he immediately looked at the distressed she cat. "There's no danger here, no need to feel threatened," he hushed, but he was really referring to the current moment. The territory wasn't safe, but right now it felt quiet. "Do you need anything? This is DarkClan territory."
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    info | updated 10/22

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]The constant crunch of the snow below her feet reminded Nike of her now maimed leg far too much. When the sounds of footsteps quickly neared her, she quickly turned to the noise, frightened that it might be the rouge she was trying to escape. Unsheathing the claws that still work, the ginger feline tried to quiet her breathing.


    "There's no danger here, no need to feel threatened," That voice wasn’t the one she was expecting. It wasn’t crude and dismissive. It wasn’t harsh. It was concerned. "Do you need anything? This is DarkClan territory." DarkClan. The rouge had spoken of a place called ‘DarkClan’. He said they were spoiled cats who relied on one another to survive. It always puzzled Nike why relying on others was a bad thing.


    Part of her wanted to turn tail and run like the rouge had said to do in this sort of situation. But part of her also wanted to stay. This was perhaps the first kind voice she’d heard since her mother’s years ago. Plus, screw the rouge and what he thought. Retracting her claws and raising her ears, Nike gave a big smile and started to limp closer to the group of cats who had neared. "Yeah, I could use a little bit of help!" she called out, starting to get out of breath from the cold. "My back leg here is a little beat up,” she purred quieter, motioning to her limp leg, "So if you could point me to anywhere I could get some help.. that would be nice.."


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    INFO // 17/12

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]She seemed immediately comfortable when she immediately relaxed with the idea of being safe. Of course, Cher didn't refer to the forest being safe at all times. But she was safe about Cherrystar, that was for sure as he looked at the young adult and surveyed her actions. "I can take you to our medicine cat," he said, before gesturing the feline to follow him as he padded along. He made sure he followed an open path, ensuring he took whiffs of the air to ensure the coast was clear. He would rather not have to dart away from a twoleg while trying to help an injured fem to their camp. A part of him seemed to question himself. He was being merciful to all those near him when they could easily turn back on him. At the same time, he was afraid they would misuse his general kindness. DarkClan had once been known as ruthless, but now they were just appearing like a shelter.


    The leader's expression would display a grimace as he walked through the snow. But then stopped. They hadn't walked for too long, but they were rather close to camp anyway. "We live in the tunnels, so I hope you don't have a fear of the dark," he said, before blinking his icy hues, "I'm Cherrystar by the way."
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]Cherrystar. What a rather interesting name. She'd never come upon a cat with that... specific of a name. Of the small number of cats she'd ever known, none of them had a name with two distinct words in it. Would everyone in this clan have a name like that? The questions buzzed in Nike’s head, keeping he content from speaking during the walk towards what she could only assume to be DarkClan’s camp.


    Her leg had seemed to stop bleeding, mainly because of the ice starting to freeze around the wound. It slowed her down greatly— she wasn’t used to being slowed, or carrying around dead weight for that matter, and this leg was starting to get to her. She restlessly threw her head up, staring straight ahead at the path in front of her. The tom— Cherrystar —seemed stressed. Was it because of her? Nike couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting someone due to her mistakes.


    As she continued to get lost in her thoughts, she almost missed their approach to the tunnels. Astonished by the intricacy of it, Nike paused to take in her surroundings. She twitched her ears, shaking some snow off the tips. With a sudden realization, the ginger fem realized that she forgot to introduce herself. She knew herself to be a ditz at times, but this was embarrassing. “I’m sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Nike.”
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    INFO // 17/12

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]He had always thought the same when it came to kittypet or loner names. They were odd to the tongue, or at least his mouth didn't twist that way as he followed down the path. He kept checks of her scent behind him, not willing to look back. He didn't have to, he was too focused on other things which attacked his mind's central system. Nike. Peculiar name, odd sound. "Just stop for a moment," he mewed, asking her to wait at her spot as he padded forward and stood by the medicine cat den. "Thrushmumble, we have a broken limb you'd want to look at."


    As he waited, he looked at the feline with a twitch of his whiskers. "So how'd you end up out here anyway?"
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    "now that's got to hurt." the black feline said, shock clear in her tone as she stumbled out of the apprentice den. today was one of the felines 'sick' days, one of the days where anything she ate came back uo, when her nose ran and eyes wattered. it wasn't contagious, never was, just unpleasant for her.


    shock and curiosity sprawled across the black felines face and she sniffled, padding closer and bending down to inspect the thing. "i've seen some bad dtuff in my day, some mangled things from monsters, but that's just... ouch." she said, clearly interested in the wound but lacking the courage to explicitly ask what was up with it.


    "blackpaw, by the way. nice to meet you." she added quickly, giving the female a quixk smile, followed by another sniffle.

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    Tatteredfur was in Thrush's den, redressing some of his wounds when he heard chers voice. "Whos with you?" He asked, motioning to the orange she-cat. "I'm Tatteredfur by the way." He introduced, flashing a slight smile.
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    tags (updated 12/10)

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]The orange fem was surprised to be greeted by cats as soon as she entered camp. This 'DarkClan' seemed to be the friendliest place she's ever been. Nike had always been esentric— whenever she'd meet someone new, she'd want to start talking and befriend them right then and there. Of course, she never was able to meet anyone without having them turn her back on her, so she wasn't too keen on having a repeat of that. Regardless, she trusted these cats. At least, she thought she did.


    "Blackpaw andTatteredfur..." she murmured to herself, still getting used to the odd way the names rolled off her tongue. "Well, Blackpaw and Tatteredfur, my name is Nike! The feline flashed a large smile to the two before turning to Cherrystar to answer his question. "So how'd you end up out here anyway?" It was a hard question to answer, as she didn't really know herself. In a way she did, was like hell her stubborn ass would reveal what had happened to these cats. She may trust them, but they're complete strangers. "End out here?" she repeated, acting as if she was recalling how her accent had happened, "Well, I.. I was walking along a seemingly unused thunderpath, when suddenly a monster flew by and hit me! I was sent flying, and it screwed up my leg. I tried to call for help, but nobody came, so I tried to find help myself. And luckily, you found me before I could freeze to death" Although her statement was dark, Nike countinued to flash her white grin.
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    INFO // 17/12

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]quinn had been lying lazily about the camp when the newcomer arrived. she lifted her head, green eyes lighting with mild interest. perhaps this would bring some excitement to her day. the calico rose to her paws and shook herself, then headed over to the slowly gathering group.


    "ooh, a big bad monster beat you up?" she let out a soft snort. "you gotta learn to pay more attention. you really should be able to hear those things coming from a mile off."
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    tags | updated 12/20

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]DarkClan was Clan once known for a more ruthless reputation, but considering Cherrystar was an absolute dormouse - that was long out of their sights. Perhaps they should have been called DormantClan, it suited better. Regardless, only their dimly lighted tunnels could save their reputation now. He was believing in the rocks, how depressing. "Do you have anywhere to go after this, Nike?"
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    info | updated 10/22

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:410px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]Nike flashed a somewhat half-hearted grin in the calico's direction, slightly hurt by the mocking tone in which she had spoke, but still positive in her opinions of the feline. The red fem flicked her tail in farewell, following Cherrystar towards where she could only assume to be DarkClan's so-called Medicine Cat. Lowering the dead-weight of her leg onto the ground below her, Nike sat politely near the den, turning her attention to Cherrystar and his question. Did she have a place to go? She wasn't too certain. That was an issue for after her leg healed, but the tom's question couldn't wait until then. "Well, I'm working on it. I'll figure something out once I've healed, though. So no need to worry!"


    //sorry for the late reply; i've been out of town ;P
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    INFO // 17/12

    Greystorm padded around in the snow, he was not a fan of the season because his weight would always make him sink deep into the powdery white snow. He frantically clambers onto a rock before possibly sinking even further.

    Resting on the solid boulder, Grey notices a ribbon of red across the white winter landscape. The line seemed to wander aimlessly and out of his view over a snow drift. He squints his eye and straightens on his perch to get a better vantage point.

    Barely making out two figures across the winter landscape, Grey leans over the edge of his rock trying to make out who the two were. Now he could see another figure as well. Grey recognized one figure as Cherrystar, the other remained unknown to Grey and from such a distance he could not tell what was going on. "If the leader is there something might be happening", Grey leaned outwards even more from his rock.......


    "OOF", Grey toppled of his perch and fell into a freshly fallen pile of snow, His weight bringing him lower as he struggled pathetically in the white quicksand. To make matters worse a sudden gust of wind freed a tree of it's snowy burden, happily falling onto Grey's face.



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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Cherrystar was never one for making offers. He hated them and generally preferred to avoid them, but in the season of leafbare and his own confusion - he always found himself making them. It really did seem like she didn't have anywhere to go, but the male would refrain the best he could from making anything too forward and desperate. DarkClan had enough luggage to pull as he watched Greystorm topple onto his face. Not exactly the most graceful in his opinion. He opened his maw to speak, staring at the warrior with critical eyes before pulling himself away. He would rather not make a clanmate cry at this time, or at least not in front of guests.


    "If you need a place to call home, DarkClan is open. We're not a shelter, but we accept joiners. Just putting it out there so you know," the flame point mewed after a moment, nodding his head towards the fem. "But until your leg is healed, you may stay with us."
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    info | updated 10/22

    Greystorm finally wobbles along the blood trail until reaching the group of cats that were busy talking to a female with a broken looking leg. Grey sulked around the back of the group and finally sidled up to Cherrystar.


    "Soooo" Grey, says "What's going on? Who's the new cat?"


    He glances over at the female cat again, his eyes wandering to her broken leg again.
    "Ahh....we are going to help her right? I mean.. that leg looks pretty bad" Grey says sheepishly ducking his head.


    Ugh, I probably said something stupid agian Grey thinks.



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