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[glow=black,2,300]StormClan[/glow]
StormClan was founded by former members of all four clans, so its clan shares characteristics of all. Its home is in a large valley, bordered on two sides by mountains. The third side has a large lake similar to the one the old clans are around, and there is an almost island, only connected to the mainland by a old twoleg bridge.
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[glow=black,2,300]Territory[/glow]
The camp is a bit like all four clans. It has streams running throughout the place. Some of the land is grassy plains, while others are densely packed pine forest or looser, brighter, woodland. Two of the borders are mountains, one is a lake, and the final one a large field ending in a twolegplace. They end their territory between the two mountain ridges, though, for the field is always full of twolegs riding horses or horses grazing. A few barncats live there, but don't bother them. Near the camp is a huge sandy hollow, with a huge oak tree in the middle that attracts prey. That is where apprentices are mostly trained.
You may be wondering what the new Moonpool is. Gorsestar discovered it while climbing up the mountain. A bit up the mountain, some ways away from their camp, was a small ledge that jutted out, like a shelf. Most of it was a dull grey, like the mountain, but the end had a patch of grass. When the stars shone down on it, it looked silver, the dew on it reflecting the sky. Gorsestar touched it with her nose, and dreamed of StarClan. After getting her nine lives, she named it the Stargrass.
The island itself is where gatherings are held. Gatherings here are similar to SkyClans. While they have no rival clans to share news with, the clan is large enough so there is always news to share. The leader will call up cats who have news to share, and the medicine cat will say if there has been anything from StarClan they are permitted to. Mentors always give progress reports.
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I don't know what I was expecting net, but it certainly wasn't this. The prince? I'd heard of him. Not that I paid much attention, what with crops to bring in and animals and family to care for. I couldn't believe he had kidnapped me, just because he felt like it. Did he think peasants were playthings, good for nothing but entertaining him? I'd had enough hardships in my life without this added on. My eyes narrowed when he addressed me as darling and touched me. Ugh. The feel of his hand on my face disgusted me. Before he could pull it away, I lunged, biting his hand savagely, relishing the feel of his baby thin skin breaking easily. He wasn't going to have his way with me.

"Why is royalty always so stupid?" I countered angrily, insulted and angry by his assumptions. "Most prisoners don't put manners at the top of their priorities, your royal loathsome-ness." I would have tried to bite him again, but I could feel his hand pressed against my throat, daring me to do it. Instead, I glanced at the servant, then added in a gentler voice to her, "He doesn't treat you this badly, does he?"

I seriously doubted he was as generous as she made him out to be, and from her blush I suspected the only thing he was generous in as in bed, but I knew I wouldn't get the truth out. Instead, I changed tactics. Maybe I could trick him. I glared at him. "I don't have time for this. I have children to take care of and responsibilities." Like I said, most girls my age were married. I looked older than I was, with my height and maturity. Maybe if I convinced him he'd taken a married mother instead of a young maiden, he'd let me go. I looked down, making a face like I was missing my children. I was good at pretending, and it didn't take much work to miss them. "Please, highness, they need me." I hated saying please. It disgusted me to act like this, but I had to grovel, at least a little.

I hated the fact that he had seen through the lies. The comment about my body made me even more furious. I hated men looking at me like that. "A caring mother wouldn't run off and abandon her kids, but mine did just that," I snapped, "And I may not have kids of my own, but I have siblings, and royalty or no, you're not king yet, and your father isn't stupid. Why was I brought here, anyway? I'd like to know just why you think its funny to kidnap innocent citizens."

I laughed harshly at his comment about my innocence. I had noticed that his demeanor changed when I brought up mothers, probably because the queen was deceased. I filed that bit of info away for if needed. "Please. I live on a farm on the outskirts of town, with five younger siblings. I don't have time to break the law. Unless you consider six counts of self-defense criminal, I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass on the criminal activity. If you wanted a plaything, you should have picked someone softer. You'll need a doctor or an undertaker by the time I'm done."

I growled softly at his reply. "You're worse than a child," I snarled, "You think everyone just exists to make you happy." I didn't say anything for a minute, trying to decide what to say next. Then I found it. "Then again, you're probably used to it. I bet it was you who caused your mother to kill herself. Poor woman, couldn't handle the fact that her child was a monster." I sighed in fake sympathy.

Despite the pain that I felt, which honestly wasn't as much as I faced on a daily basis, his words made me laugh. "You expect respect and obedience, too? I only speak the truth, highness. Did I touch a nerve there? I bet you can't even remember her face, can you? Shes dead, forgotten, after all, and its of no consequence to you. I doubt you even loved her. You just can't stand a filthy peasant like me badmouthing the royal family." I smirked.

[For my sanity's sake, I'm writing this here.
Edward 'Ned' - the oldest, at twenty-one. Has a sweetheart in town. Was thirteen when they left.
Margaret 'Peggy' - almost nineteen. No sweetheart. Was eleven when they left.
Mary Frances 'Fanny' and Nathaniel 'Nat' - both sixteen. Nat is married, Fanny has a sweetheart. Both live at home, including Nat's wife, to help run the farm. Was nine when they left.
Peter - fifteen. Was seven when they left.
Sarah Nancy 'Annie' - thirteen. Was five when they left.
Victoria Winnifred - nine. Was one when they left.
Henrietta - sixteen. Nat's wife. Joined the farm four months ago.]

The prince was clearly not experienced in slapping. Though the hit hurt, leaving a hand-shaped bruise on my cheek and a numb feeling there, I didn't care. The mention of my own mother running away hurt more. To this day, I still didn't know why she'd done it. Left us. Ned and I were barely old enough to care for the others; Ned, on the cusp of manhood, at thirteen, me, not even a woman yet at eleven. Either way, I pushed the thought away. It would do no good. "If the child is a reflection of the parent, then your mother must have been either an ogre or a witch," I retorted, "You can insult my mother all you want, I at least have the sense to move on from an event. The only family I have is the one you stole me away from. Why you would makes no sense, there are certainly girls prettier than I in town." That much was true. When I scorned one would-be lover, he'd pointed out the kindness of his going for me, when there were many prettier, eligible young maidens. My skin was as tanned as any mans, and I was more muscle and fat than a young lady should be. My waist and shoulders were too wide, while my chest and hips were the opposite. I kept my hair braided and out of the way under a strip of linen, always.

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Just jump in with name, looks, and age. Official form not necessary.

Sophie
I padded down a dark street, cold, wet, and miserable. Every few seconds I stopped, sneezed, then continued on. I was ready to collapse from hunger and weariness. The rain, cold, beating down on my small frame and making my fur stick flat, wet and unattractive looking, didn't help. Even when it was warm out, didn't really help. The cold had seeped in, leaving me shivering constantly, and sneezing and hacking. My ears were flat against my head, and the mucus in my eyes was keeping me from seeing well. I was having trouble breathing, too. Probably a respiratory infection, one that Mama told me about in a lecture when I wasn't paying attention. Walking in the street, close to cars and gutters, wasn't the best plan, but where else could I go? I had nowhere. Not unless I wanted to go home. And even if I did, I didn't even know where home was. Sometimes I would see missing posters for me, as a girl, of course. They wouldn't think I'd be so stupid as to shift cat...and then get stuck. At least it meant no one would find me.
But on the bad side, it meant no one would find me.
My best hopes were of finding the local shelter and having someone take pity on me, but even then, there was a chance they wouldn't be able to do anything, and end up just putting me down. Or they might see the address on my collar, realize I ran away, and call my parents, thinking I was Sophie's cat. Not knowing I was Sophie. Then I'd be in for the punishment of a lifetime.
I hate my life.

[Just a reminder, its raining.]
If I weren't so cold, I would have been offended. Kitty?! I was no kitty! At least, from the sound of her voice, and the color of her Aura, she was willing to help...
Playing up the lost kitten part a bit (but only a bit, I was lost and sick. I just wasn't stupid.), I mewled piteously, staggering a bit and trembling as I padded to to rub against her leg, looking up at her.

[It is?]
Despite my hatred of being petted, I couldn't help purring at her warm body temperature. I was startled when she put me in a basket, which was cold and rough. Then I had a sensation of the bike moving, and heard her peddling. Hopefully she was heading towards her home, but I wasn't sure. Either way, it was slightly better than wandering the streets. I decided to take a nap.

As soon as she dropped me into the luxuriously warm room, I curled up on the floor, wanting to take a nap. Then I heard the word bath. I looked up. Most cats, I'd found, didn't like bathes, but I was eager to get clean of all this grime. Without thinking, I ran over, and leapt onto the counter. Then I hopped into the water and purred.

[Sorry for taking so long. I'm working on heat-proofing my room.]
I purred, rubbing against her hand as she washed the dirt off. When she was done, I flicked my tail in the water, splashing her with water and nodding in response to her question. Then my stomach growled.