Posts by SMOKEPAW.

yes, that'd be great!!

( track for now. i'll reply once i get home! )

thanks!!

welcome to shadowclan, guys!!

hmm, maybe there could be a natural disaster?
or they could have some sort of rogue problem and they have to chase them out of their territory?
ummm since it's still technically winter, the prey could start to become scarce and they resort to stealing from other clans?

sounds good!! a civil war would be cool, could totally go down in the history books~

someone could lead one part for stealing prey and another for shadowclan fending for themselves and finding another solution
and then starclan just descends and they're like "cUT IT OUT"

starclan: get ur shit together, snek
snake: but how
starclan: idfk figure that our yourself
snake: but
starclan: R E M E MB E R WH O YO U A RE
snake: WAHT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

ah, it could end like that but i would think it would take quite a while for that kind of animosity to die down and there would still be tension between the clan but snakestar tries to bring everyone together more

of course there wouldn't be like a great battle where people die, but like probably them just having small disputes and heated arguments that turn into a few fights. but it could certainly separate the clan

ummm
well we could try to give shadowclan some new traditions but still keep it based off of the books?
that could be a bit refreshing and could attract more members??

yeah we should interact with the other clans

umm, some traditions,,, lets seeee ummm when an apprentice becomes a warrior maybe they have to do their warrior assessment during nighttime??

orrr when two cats become mates, the whole clan kind of celebrates? i'm drawing a blank here haha
i just don't wanna create traditions that'll be similar to the main game in anyway and still keep it based off of the books

[center][size=8]ooo yeah!! that sound good~

to add on to the warrior assessment thing, they'd basically be having a small game of hide n' seek + tag. to win, they'd have to hide and wait for their mentors to find them and they'd have to use the forest to hide their scent, their trails, etc. when they see their mentor near, they have to sneak up on them silently and tag them. there'd be stages to it. like that would be for scent & stealth, basically to see if you're a true shadowclanner, and the rest would be a hunting trip at night and compete with their mentor on how much prey they can catch until dawn. and the final stage would be the sparring!

screech!! new peeps!
welcome to shadowclan, my guys!

if anyone wants to plot just hmu with a pm!

( tracking! i have so many threads to reply to gahhh )

ohhh that seems like a good idea, imm!

ah, maybe we should tag one of the leaders of tc or wc?

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congrats on being leader!!
maybe shadowclan and darkclan could have a plot??

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Icy blue galaxies swept across a patch of flowers, the plants going through a period of dormancy due to the cold weather. His pupils constricted into the size of pin-needles, the hairs along his spine rising to express the annoyance rippling in his chest. Why couldn't greenleaf come sooner so they could bloom? The sight of beautiful flowers would be enough to take his breath away, but nothing could compare to the beauty of his best friend. Even if he was quite thin, lean muscles were peeking through his short, stripped fur. His oval-shaped, vibrant emerald eyes were piercing, though had the potential to make your stomach flutter with imaginary butterflies. And his laugh? A heavenly sound capable of making Smokepaw's heart sing. That was normal to think of your friend like that, wasn't it? Yeah, completely normal. But, it was a shame to see the brown tabby sad; the source possibly being Snakestar, with his horrid attitude and obvious disdain for Oakpaw. The thought of the obsidian hued leader enhanced his irritation, feeling the twinge of anger boiling in the pits of his belly, puncturing the earth beneath him to release some of the pent of rage.

A soft growl jolted the apprentice from his thoughts, blinking rapidly and looking around to find the source of the gravely sound, flinching once more at the rumbling from below. His stomach. Had he eaten at all throughout the day? He couldn't remember the last time he had; his roaring belly obvious proof of this. His claws retreated back into their tufted sheaths, glancing at the marks created by them. Why was he so angry about Snakestar? Oakpaw wanted to impress him so badly, but that should be something every apprentice wishes to do. He was the leader, after all, getting some approval from him would be a blessing. Sighing through his nostrils, twin pillars of mist billowed from his nose and he watched them briefly as they disappeared into the chilly air. A breeze ruffled his fur slightly, rustling some of the leaves around him, but also carrying an unfamiliar scent. Unfortunately, it wasn't the presence of his lunch, but of someone intruding on Shadowclan territory. A spark of dread jerked his stomach his hunger dwindled, his appetite dissipating just as quick as each breath that appeared in front of him. Nonetheless, he followed this aroma, reluctantly. Ivory incisors sank into the inside of his left cheek, reopening the healing sore he had created not too long ago. Oh, boy.

"Oh, come on..."

The frustrated hiss of a tom alerted the Shadowclanner, snapping his head into it's direction with wide eyes. Someone really was on the territory, snooping around. Lowering his body to the ground, the apprentice stalked forward and pushing through the bushes with minimal disturbance to the branches. His coat was immune to the limbs of the branches snagging against him, a useful advantage. With each step toward a possible danger, his heart dropped lower into his stomach, his mind screaming at him to turn back and share the news of a trespasser to the adults and allowing them to handle it. Heart pounding in his ears, he at last approached the other tom, eyebrows furrowed. "U-Um, excuse me, sir. Wh-Who are you?"

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The tom sucked in a breath, his limbs stiffening and his body growing still to resemble a statue, eyes wide and alert as he stared at the intruder. He felt the other examine him, sizing him up as if he were looking for a worthy opponent, his gaze piercing and burning holes into his skin. He was inexperienced in battle so the chance of a fight would not go in his favor; the possible outcome of him cowering in terror from his adversary and begging for mercy. However, his tense muscles loosened as he realized that this male was just as nervous as he was. The stuttered and hesitant reply from the tuxedo feline relieved him of his anxieties, but only slightly. Boomslang? An odd name- not as odd as Smokey, though. Was he an ex-kittypet just like him? "Smokepaw..." he mewed, his voice quivering slightly at the beginning but managing to steady. Swallowing hard, the apprentice cleared his throat and took a step backward to put a little more distance between them, in case Boomslang had any unpleasant ideas.

He shifted his eyes away from the tom's eyes, averting them to the trees that swayed along with a gentle gust passing by. He had to be more confident in a situation like this, instead, he was making a complete fool of himself. What would Oakpaw do? He would be brave, wouldn't he? He was a king; poised and courageous, ready to take on the world and rule his kingdom. Even if his throne was taken away from him, Oakpaw was still a rightful king in his eyes. With furrowed eyebrows, the Maine Coon tilted his chin up and puffed out his chest, straightening his spine to make himself look taller. A king would not act like a trembling peasant- a peasant like him. Though, Smokepaw wasn't an ordinary lowlife, no, he was a prisoner. Prisoners had no right to impose a king; a position so much higher. His confident posture deflated and he was reduced back to the shell he encased himself in, lowering his head down and tucking his tail between his legs. "You're, um... On Sh-Shadowclan territory. I have to ask you to- to leave if you aren't he-here to join..." he whispered, keeping his eyes trained downward.