Welcome to CedarClan!
You're probably confused, or even interested of this Clan, yes? Well, this Clan has a history of its own, and it continues with each living feline whom is born, or was accepted with a strong trust. As you live along side by side with ancestors of CedarClan, you're to find your own destiny, and conquer it.
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Of course. Also, would anyone like to be mentors? And, I think I could start the roleplay now.
You may begin the roleplay!!
Owletstar gazed upon the rising sun, yawning in an aching surprise. Appealing the warmth of the sunlight, she began her some sort of daily routine with cleaning her fur.
Shardfur seized to his paws, eyes drifting upon eat cat in their nests. Turning his gaze to the entrance of the Warriors den, he managed his way over and shoved himself through. His paws softly thudded the terrain as he made his way over to the empty fresh-kill pile. Snorting, his eyes narrowed. "As if I'm taken by surprise." He muttered.
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC: Accepted!
IC: Shardfur whipped around, only to end up clenching his jaws. "As if I don't hunt already," he growled, ear flattening upon his head. "besides, it's Leaf-Bare. Of course it's rough to gather prey, is it not?" His whiskers quivered, shaking out his fur, as if he were trying to distract himself from the piercing bitter cold.
Owletstar rested her paw down, stretching as she stood and made her way into the clearing. Shaking out her fur, the superior steadied her gaze on the fresh-kill pile from a distance, scanning among those in the clearing. Eyes resting on Shardfur, her ear twitched. Turning her gaze onto Silverspark, she bounded towards the camp entrance. "The pile can't hunt fill magically, you know!" She yowled before making her way out of camp. At the moment, she wanted to stretch out her legs and run. Run through the impacting, cold breezes. To carefully hunt down the weakened prey that roamed the winter nights and day.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC: Sorry if I may respond late. For now, I'm trying to keep up with school. But, the week is almost over, and I'll be on break!
IC: Shardfur perked one ear, concentrating on Owletstar's words before mindlessly returning his attention back on Silverspark. Hearing the lame remark, he quickly grumbled, hurrying after Greystorm and his leader.
Owletstar ventured deeper into the cedar forest, near their border. Dawning upon a narrow hole, the superior had halted, obviously curious of what is- or was living here. Owletstar kept her ears perked, listening for any rustled. Receiving nothing, she shrugged before carefully trying to sniff out the scents. As returned, the scent of mouse washed upon her. Crouching silently, she awaited patiently for the scrawny- or plump mouse to venture out of its home.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC:
(~Name~)
Ace
(~Rank~)
Loner
(~Age~)
27 moons
(~Gender~)
Male
(~Looks~)
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(~Crush/Mate/Kits~)
None/None/None
(~History(Optional)~)
(~Other~)
IC: Ace kept a balanced distance between him, and the river. Eyes dancing along with the soft currents that splashed upon the land, he let a smile break through. His attention snapped at dead leaves, twirling along with the whispering breezes. As his amusement grew, he had soon realized he has not ate, thus his stomach began to growl. Steadying to his paws, he softly padded among the large, Cedar forest, high alert of danger, and prey.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
(Name)Spadekit Spadepaw Spadefur
(Gender)
Female
(Personality)
Spadepaw is a gentle, soft-going feline who believes in loyalty, trust, and following the rules. She is mostly always on time for when her mentor needs her. She tries to overdo herself, and pushes herself to the limit. She is very sweet, and passionate.
(Rank)
Apprentice
(Mate/crush)
None/None
(Bio)
Spadepaw was simply born and raised in NightClan, along with her brother, Wolfpaw. They currently share a close bond, and seem to chat constantly (almost) with each other.
(Extra)
(Name)Wolfkit Wolfpaw Wolfclaw
(Gender)
Male
(Personality)
Wolfpaw is a brave, silent-going feline who enjoys to himself- or with his sister, Spadepaw, of course. He likes to overdo himself as well as his sister, but mostly enjoys the fighting tactics for his own reasons. He easily judges some cats, and can be quite lazy at times.
(Rank)
Apprentice
(Mate/crush)
None/None
(Bio)
Wolfpaw was of course, born in NightClan, as well as his sister, Spadepaw. They keep a close bond, but Wolfpaw has always feared they'd split. He was restless as a kit, and his parents had left camp one night and never returned.
(Extra)
Wolfpaw & Spadepaw
(Wolfpaw = Left) (Spadepaw = Right)
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Merry Christmas!
Alright! So, obviously, the answer to the poll was a straight 100% yes! Plans n' stuff will be posted on the first..basically..message. BUT, before THAT, we have plans we must sort out!
There is going to be a way you can earn a neat badge, and possibly something even more "upgraded", if you get what I mean. If not, you'll find out soon enough. Anyways.
This part, is up to YOU! PM me for your plans and decisions. Whoever has the best ideas for celebrating Christmas in CedarClan, obviously will receive the badge!
Here's what the badge looks like:
Good luck, everyone!
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC:
IC: Spadepaw yawned, stretching among her nest. Shaking out her fur, she hurried out the den, only to find Wolfwing in the clearing. She hastily made her way over. "Sorry Wolfwing!"
Wolfpaw raised his head, his blurry view only made out the small black, white patterned feline. "Spadepaw," he muttered. Rolling onto his back, he stretched before hopping to his paws. Excitement growing, his whiskers quivered with anticipation.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC:
IC: Wolfpaw dipped his head to Demonstar, tail stiffly straight behind him. "Greetings, Demonstar." He mewed, keeping a hold of his maturity and patience. "What are we doing today?"
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC: Would anyone like one of their characters to be a mentor?
IC: Owletstar's eyes brightened as a mouse scurried from the narrow hole. Patiently waiting, she readied herself into a steady crouch. The mouse continued, further from it's home. The superior leaped, landing just before the mouse. It scurried faster, aware of the feline obviously taking it for prey. Owletstar sped after the mouse, easily pouncing and cuffing it into her small paws. The prey was a bit scrawny, but she bit it's neck, and closed her eyes, hearing the small crack. It fell limp, thus the leader opened them once more. Sighing, she dipped her head after settling down the mouse. Thank you, StarClan, for this meal. With that, she happily escorted the limp body towards camp.
Shardfur snorted, continuing on. His jowl kept lowered as he sniffed out a bird. Surprised, the male pressed on silently. As the scents grew stronger, he got tenser. Readying himself, he was revealed from behind the tree, spotting the bird facing the opposite direction from facing him. He glanced among the ground, fur prickling. I can hunt. He grumbled to himself, keeping his ears flattened. His black fur was obviously easy to spot among the white snow. The bird whipped its head around, flapping open it's wings. Acting quickly, Shardfur pounced, raking his claws over one wing, sending the bird down. Hurrying after the annoying sounding bird, he quickly darted, sprang into the air, and caught it with his jaws. Chomping his jaws together, he flinched at the horrible sounding crack.
Ace scurried among the snow covered terrain, keeping aware of any dangers near him. Slinking further down the river- side by side with the flowing currents- Ace kept his ears perked, and claws out. Odd scents washed upon him, as if he smelt all kinds of cats. Mph, probably hallucinating.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC:
IC: Spadepaw squealed with excitement. "Finally!" She exclaimed. "I get to leave camp!" With that, she darted after her mentor, Wolfwing. As they both exited out of camp, her eyes brightened. "Whoa..."
Wolfpaw's tail lashed as he nodded. Really? Fighting as my first assessment? Guess I can't argue, I dreamed to be the best fighter! He silently thought, keeping near his mentor.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC:
IC:
Owletstar padded into the camp clearing, tail lashing softly as she made her way towards the fresh-kill pile. Gently settling the mouse down, she turned her attention to those around in the clearing. Slowly, her smile formed as a frown as she guided herself towards the Sky Ledge. It's smooth edges clearly were noticeable. Her whiskers quivered as she rested upon it, gazing down into the clearing, quietly thinking of those leaders before her. Oh, did they have the courage.
Shardfur shook out his snowy fur, peering into camp with the slight plump bird. Looking for Silverspark, a smirk played on his maw. I can hunt.
Ace continued through the high-leveling, strong scents of cats. I'm just as simpler as any ordinary feline.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC:
IC: Wolfpaw narrowed his eyes, obviously waiting for his mentor, Swirltail. Grunting, he swept around the clearing, full of boredom. He briefly thought of what Spadepaw was doing. Probably doing something more fun than waiting for her mentor. He spat to himself.
Spadepaw lashed her tail, keeping near her mentor, but bouncing around from time to time. Her ear lifted, only to hear the faint rustled in the bushes. Silently giving her mentor a look, she kept her grounds, angling her ears towards the bush.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC:
IC: Spadepaw nodded, settling beside Wolfwind. "Pretty sure I do." She giggled, trying to not make it as awkward as it is.
Wolfpaw's eyes lit up as he bounced up and down, repeating awhile before halting. He paused, tilting his head. "I only seen a few moves from apprentices.. if that counts." He responded, detailing in on his mentors words.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC: Furry Potato, would you like your character to be a mentor? Perfectly fine if not.
IC: Ace steadied his tail, fur on end as he grew paranoid. What if there's too many of them and they want to kill me? What if they're trying to help me? What if- Breaking out of his self-thoughts, he whipped his attention towards the rustling of the bushes. Lowering into a perfect crouching position, he patiently awaited for whatever was to reveal itself from the bush. Claws unsheathing, he continued to wait, trying his best to ignore the bitter cold.
Owletstar whipped her head towards the direction of her name. Blinking, she gazed on Greystorm. "Is something wrong? Are we being attacked?" She hesitantly spoke- yet hastily got to her paws. Claws unsheathing, her tail began to lash intensely. Looking further past Greystorm, she made out two unfamiliar felines. Growling, she glanced around the camp before keep her eyes targeting the two new-comers. "Who are the both of you?"
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
"I'd navigate you.."
OOC:
IC: The leader flicked an ear, sheathing her claws. Giving a brief nod, she gave Greystorm a glance before speaking. "I'm Owletstar, of CedarClan. It appears you must of been on our territory, correct?" Impatiently waiting, she continued. "Obviously, we're a group of cats that survive together. We hunt, fight and chat together. They're more Clans, like us." She explained, keeping her voice calm.
"but only if you accept what's beyond your standards."
