" It's only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely
No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection
No love injection
Life can be easy
It's not always swell
Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl
'Cause it hurts like hell
But down in the underground
You'll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon
It's only forever
It's not long at all
Lost and lonely
That's underground
Underground "
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Across the dry and barren field, down the forgotten road to where the Saint's lived, lies an old house. In it's time it was considered the biggest and prettiest house in the little town of CreekMill. Now over the years without it's family and the town growing in numbers, it's beauty was forgotten.
Through the big, think, double wooden doors and across the long and narrow hallway was the kitchen. Everything still where it would be if there was a soul who called the house home. Dishes still in the sink and the peeling cupboards, one still hanging open on it's hinges. It could have been the wind which blew inside through the cracks in the window, or from the mouse which scurried inside in search for remains. Either way it was opened. The top shelf quietly lies the key.
Down the creaky staircase awaits an open room. Walls covered and peeling of old fashioned wallpaper but one, remaining mirrors and dust covered pictures make the room smaller than it is. Only a wooden table with a single drawer keeps the room company.
No one to take care of it when the Saint's died, not even were there spooky stories to keep the towns kids away. It was forgotten...
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Name: Marley
Gender: female
Age: 17
Name: Toby
Gender: male
Age: 18
Name: Ofelia
Gender: female
Age: 18
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The story of the wolves at the last Carnival isn't one to be feared but on to wonder.
Ever since the accident, mankind was too frightened to host another year end Festival in the small town, let alone pack up the remaining parts.
Its still down the long and forgotten road, past the yard of the dead, and can be sought after in an opening
enclosed by a harsh forest, one that won't let anything prosper.
There the story ended, and where now the story begins...
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Name: Ashfault
Rank: ... soon to be Beta
Personality/Background: Mother died when giving birth but taken in by Whitewind and the Alpha, being raised to be the next Luna of the pack. Very independent and well skilled and persistent in exploring the surrounding areas.
Name: Whitewind
Rank: Luna (female leader of the pack... needs mate who is Alpha)
Personality/Background: Knows much of the world and it's ways, therefore, doesn't involve herself in anything that won't help the pack and is stern of the pack's ways. Helping find a way to conquer the enemy pack or to force alliance.
Name: Rustpaw
Rank: Omega
Personality/Background: Adopted from an enemy pack but well known for his persistence of meaning, loves bringing laughter into the pack, and is naive of the world. Has a hidden past.
OOC: Ooooo I like your characters 
I wasn't sure if I should name them with warrior names haha I would like Ashkii to be Male Alpha.
OOC: Oh nice! I will do that as well :) if you don't mind
Ashfault = Dyani
Whitewind = Anevay
Rustpaw = Sandalio
IC: Twire sighs, not wanting to be here anymore, she tried to listen to the blowing wind and the faint sound of the warriors doing their daily practices. I shouldn't be here. She then finishes with her daily chore of organizing the fresh meat from the slowly rotting meat, getting fresh herbs for the medicine cat, and spent the night with the kits. The medicine cat meows to her and smiled. She licks her paws clean and bolted out of the little cool cave into the summers heat and shine. She smiles and purrs to herself when she meets up with some of the hunters in training. Today they are learning the ways to hunt fish. Twire was known for her lack of swimming abilities but known quite well for her ability to fight off an attacker. They all got together and head down stream where the little fish was innumerable.
"All right!" howls Stonepelt, "Remember to keep your reflection away from the water. When the fish comes, wuickly hook you paw into the water and scoop the fish onto the surface." While describing so, he uses his big clawed paws and swipes a good chunk of dirt from the damp forest floor, leaving three clawed marks as a sign of his strength. The other cats meowing in amazement. Twire just rolls her eyes. "And then..." he smirks and looks over to Twire, "finish it off with a quick killing bite". They then find their own area by the stream to practice. On her third try, Twire was able to catch and scoop out a fish. She looks around with a smile on her face, looking to see if anyone witnessed the amazing and flawless catch, but finds that everyone is too concentrated in their own fishing. She then turns her head to find the fish still desperately flopping on the forest floor. Getting closer and pawing at it to make sure it didn't find it's way back into the water, she crouches by it and stares. How much pain are you in. How desperate do you want to live. Is it worth going back into the water and again becoming a mindless fish? Her focus was now on the gills its self. Watching on how when the fish tries to breathe in, the gills sucking tight together and then flapping wide when trying to breathe out. The fish began to slowly loose its tight grasp of life. Twire slowly crawls closer to the fish and watches as the fish's eye looks up at her, watching at it goes from a muddy brown to a cloudy night sky.
Twire looks from the fish carcass into the eyes of Stonepelt before he pads off to another cat who's struggling.
Finally getting through the rest of the day with Stonepelt and the others, Twire pads past the hunting group who will be heading out quite soon and slyly passes the cave where her, her brother, and her father sleep. Quickly picking up speed, she bolts up the big tree and leaps onto the top of a great stone which overlooks the camp. Huffing in satisfaction she then pads her way upstream, making sure not to get too close to the river.
Getting to where she normally goes to look for a snack. She quickly finds a mouse, getting down into a crouch she starts to stalk it. She focuses on it even when the wind and the faint sound of the thunderpath constantly demand attention. She she gets closer she gets a whiff of something off. Without thinking she stands up and raise her nose to find a sharper scent, meowing in frustration when the mouse notices her and scurries away. Twire finds herself on the boarder of the Riverclan. Without crossing it she looks deep into the forest while following the scent now of something fresh yet rotting.
Her paws picking up speed, eating dirt with every flick of her paws leaping off the forest floor. The scent coming to her like a deep slash from another cat in battle, sharp and lingering. Getting closer to it's source she stumbles on a root and catches her fall, only to find her paws landing on something wet and warm. Looking down thinking it to be an animal's feces, only to let out a cry of unwanted surprise.
A pile of warm organs lying underneath her now bloody paws.
Twire jumps over them, looks at her paws when she starts to back up, horror in her eyes. She panics and turns to run for help, only finding her muzzle stuck in an empty and lonely pelt of a fallen cat. This time she doesn't run, doesn't meow out, but slowly backs away and looks from the organs tot he cat who now slightly blows with the wind. Not even able to put a name to its face. What did I gotten myself into, what did I just find...
Taking only a few moments to look at the crime scene, she starts to look for any sign of an attacker. Finding another cat demolished with no eyes in its sockets but in its mouth, she finally picks up a scent of another. Something to hold onto for questioning or revenge. Twire stands straighter with confidence and looks in the direction on where she thinks the attacker walked away with satisfaction
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Ic:
Nava watched through the thick bush of leaves as Feliks and Dimitri spar against each other. She loved watching two sides with the same committed attempt to win over the other as they use both physical and mental strength. She, however, was not trained with good wisdom on the importance and strength of fighting against another. She feared that there would be a day in which she would have to fight for herself or another and not be able to protect.
As she watches the two square each other out and begin a round of sparring, Nava could feel her muscles warming with anticipation. She pokes her muzzle further into the bush to see the expressions of the two, both displayed with anticipation.
Hey! I would like to to with you !
Ooc: LETS BEGIN!!!
Ic:
Hello, yes I also use to rp and haven't gotten the time or lost my muse to it. I really love it still and would stick to any thread till the end.
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Ic: Seven watched through thick bushes as the new joiner and the leader greeted, wanting to have the position of authority but fearing that she didn't have the right skills to receive such role. She crouched her shoulders lower to the dirt and squinted her eyes to get a clearer picture of the newcomer. Is he truly worthy to be excepted without a fight? Where did he come from? What is his background and why did he come here. Seven looked on, hoping that Assassin couldn't get her.
Oh Wow we would make Ann awesome rp together :) I too like fantasy with a bit of violence, and romance can make things interesting whichever I enjoy. I normally make female characters but when I make a male character I have them be siblings or childhood friends (nothing romantic between them)
As well, I am only using my phone because my laptop is getting fixed but it shouldn't take to long now.
Let's make an rp
Okay... not sure what to call it but I will in a few hours.
Ooc: I like writing with a bit more detail and longer posts, but my laptop is being fixed and only my phone I can use. So bare with me :)
Ic: Dyani looked at her reflection in the streams clear water, her mind thinking back to when her mother was killed in front of her and how she was still able to get away. The wolves in the background are her family now. As she thinks, Sandalio smirks as he watches her through thick bushes a couple of feet away. Know that she is distracted, he plans to scare her.
Past the small farm and down the wide river, through the thick woods and up the tree covered mountain stood the rock. The rock which overlooked the vas view of the mountainside and the river that snaked around it. As the night came, a thin fog settled on the mountain like a blanket. Covering the stars so that others couldn't find their way back, but the warriors of the mountain knew quite well.
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Name: Snowflight
Gender: female
Role/skill: warrior
Appearance: white short fur with a hint of grey on the face and lightly over whole tail. Green eyes. Kind looking face.
Yes PurelyObsidian, please let me know as well :)
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ic: Nava quietly moved from her hiding place when she noticed Matryoshka. She didn't want to be a watcher from a distance by herself, so she padded over to him and sat by his side. Giving him a little smile and then turned her focus to the two sparring pair. "Have you ever done this?" she asked quietly to him.
It took me by surprise
The hatred in his eyes
I've pushed this man as far as he could go
But he lacked the words to let me know...
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OOC: This thread will be about the warrior cats in Riverclan. It won't be based on the book but our own creative story.
You may use Riverclan warrior names or make them yourself. Enjoy and be creative !
IC: Whitedusk looked at herself in the waters reflection, thinking about what his face looked as she walked away from him. It wasn't his fault that things were as they were between them, but she couldn't keep on the chase. She didn't know the feelings he had for her. Whitedusk huffed in annoyance. If only he could tell me, then we could work something out. she thought to herself. She didn't actually know his past or where he came from, she just new that a few moons ago, when he showed up to the clan, that she had feeling for him.
" The place where cats go when they feel like they don't belong anywhere else,
the place where they go to challenge their minds and strength,
the place where they continuously find their meaning of life,
the place where they love and be loved,
and the place where they are unified, is the place
In the Trees and over the River "
- Waterflight
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Role: Warrior
Name: Waterflight
Gender: Female
About: knows herbs very well, can hunt well, doesn't like to be around big group settings, got disconnected from her brother in a forest fire, is their for her friends who needs someone to talk to, a good mentor.
Role: Warrior
Name: Firebell
Gender: Female
About: tracks and hunts very well, loves to be near water, strong in defending for the weak and needy, loves meeting new cats and tries to grow relationships with other animals.
