Posts by Stripefur

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Silvermoon

"They also use us for money," Aqua, a young Piplup said with disgust. "They don't care for us. They'd hurt us if they could, to make us behave and obey them."

OOC: I think this thread is pretty much dead now, TBH. Knight hasn't replied and she/he is kind of a main character of the thread ;x;

Feel free to roleplay!! I'd like to turn this into a story! I really need ideas. Please don't make it too common, like betrayal, Dark Forest battles, and such. You may add some dark forest cats recruiting apprentices, but don't make it a repeated Erin story please.

Skystar is already dead, but he'll be a kit in this roleplay!

Just sign in here and then jump in!
Form:
Name: Skystar
Gender: Male
Rank Wanted: Leader
Design: White tom with blue eyes
Crush: N/A
Personality: Loyal leader who will do what is best for his clan

YOU MAY ROLEPLAY AS SOON AS YOU FILL OUT THE FORM. KITS ARE ALLOWED. YOU CAN EVEN BE A LEADER, BUT I WILL HAVE TO APPROVE!

Skykit jumped up and down as he yelped with excitement. Today's the first day he'll get a chance to explore FeatherClan camp! He just opened his eyes yesterday. Skykit's mother, Mistflower, padded next to him, purring. The silver she-cat lost her other kit, Rockkit, because he was born dead already. She still grieves for her loss, but she appreciates that she still has Skykit.

Cloudfur, a white tom was patrolling his border. He noticed that he smelled a very familiar, frighteningly smell. His fur bristled when he remembered the name of the scent: Death. Someone was dying near their border. His heart ached at the thought of his sister, Stripestar, so close to death. The two cats were so close to each other- he never wants to lose his sister. But this scent wasn't his sister. It smelled like a rogue. But I can't ignore a dying rogue, he thought, after he was thinking about abandoning the rogue. It doesn't smell like it's from any Clan I know, but it won't hurt to take a look. The FeatherClan warrior began to pad towards the death-scented smell and gasped as he saw the limp body of Storm. He crouched down, his eyes wide with surprise. "Are you all right?" he asked, trying to keep his tone come. How in the name of StarClan did this poor thing get into so much danger? Not even FrostClan keeps its warriors like this.

Leaftail, a young StarClan medicine cat leaped into the hole and tried to snatch a kit into her jaws. "I'll try to get you out of here, little one," she murmured quietly. She hoped the fight between the two toms would distract her. Leaftail barely knew any fighting moves, but if she had to, she'll fight to the death to defend this kit. She began to twist around and head back to StarClan, the stars flying off of her fur as her tail waved when she moved.

APPRENTICES AND DARK FOREST CATS NEEDED. THANKS.

Whiteheart, a beautiful silver-furred she-cat with a very fluffy, white tail, with a white stripe running along her back to the top of her head, sighed. It was boring here. She wondered if there was a way she could recruit an apprentice and train him or her to betray their Clan. Many apprentices fell in love with her, and when she felt that they were growing much close to her and began to trust her almost completely, she'd kill the apprentice until there's nothing left for them to join StarClan. She chuckled. The StarClan fools will just keep losing their puny apprentices at this rate. She was one of the most beautiful Dark Forest warriors, and she'd bet none of the StarClan members were as beautiful as her. This is my revenge, StarClan, to destroy your puny apprentices. This is what you will get for betraying me when I tried to do what I thought was right. She flicked her two white ears as she heard a bush rustle. Whirling around, the silver she-cat unsheathed her claws and flattened her ears. "Who is there?" she snarled.

Ashfur-
Squirrelflight- Stripefur
Lionblaze-
Hollyleaf- Stripefur
Jayfeather-

You can also be their Clanmates too, like Brambleclaw, Cloudtail, etc.

Form:
Username:
Cat Wanted:

NO OCS!!!

Squirrelflight stood on the log, the heat of the flames touching her orange fur. Ashfur's eyes were reflecting the flames "You will not hurt me," she began, her tail bristling with rage at the thought of her old so-called friend threatening to kill her kits. "They are not my kits."

Hey, man. Put your spoilers there. Not angry or anything, and I've read Omen of the Stars already, but some people haven't, so I'd put spoilers there since Hollyleaf is like one of the most popular cats out there.

Whiteheart stared back at Eaglepaw. "Ah, a new apprentice," she mewed gently. The silver she-cat began to pad around Eaglepaw, circling him. "What brings you hear, dear?" she let her fluffy white tail touch his nose, trying to comfort him.

Another white StarClan cat, a tom, from the looks of it, began to head into the pile of kits Bloodfang had stolen. He began to pick up the kit by its scruff gently and turned away to head back to StarClan, following Leaftail.

Silverheart, one of the Dark Forest members arched his back and hissed, "Skystar is stealing our kits!" he began to chase after the massive white tom with the kit in his jaws and aimed a blow on his cheek. Skystar yowled, dropping the kit and landed on his side. Silverheart placed his claws on Skystar's neck, reading for a killing blow.

Whiteheart purred. "You are with your ancestors, dear. This is where you will go when you die. I am with you in your dreams right now."

Dear Dairy,

Right now, I'm currently in StarClan. Why, if you may ask? I died eating deathberries. That's right. Those delicious-looking red treats. But I only blame myself. It was my fault that I accepted Leafkit's dare to eat the berries. I don't blame her- she didn't know what they were going to do to me. Leafkit was horrified when she saw me in pain- it was horrible! She tried to get our medicine cat, but she was too late, and I died. One of the FeatherClan ancestors picked me up and took me to StarClan. I was sad for a bit, because I was forced to left my brother, Blazekit.

The death was so unfair! But the StarClanner told me I died for a reason. What was a good reason for a poor, innocent kit to die? Though, I realized this reason was a good one: I was Blazekit's kin, and I had to give him a certain prophecy: The blazing sun will lose its light.
Because Blazekit and I were not exactly related to the FeatherClan cats, we didn't know any of our new FeatherClan ancestors. We believed in them, but didn't trust them. The StarClanner told me that if I sent this to Blazekit, he would trust me. And he did. I had a bad feeling about this prophecy..something about it seemed...dark. Like something bad was going to happen. But I know that it will not make sense to me until it is fulfilled.

Love, Featherkit, member of StarClan

"You are at my home." she purred. She rubbed her soft tail on the apprentices' heads, trying to calm them down so they can relax. "You don't have to worry about anything here. As long as I am here, you can trust me, young ones. I will protect you." She tried to make herself look as gentle as possible, like a mother caring for her kits. I did have kits, after all, she thought, remembering the kits she once had who died so long ago.

"I could show you around, if you'd like. If you wish," Whiteheart mewed, "you may visit here every night to earn extra training from me and your ancestors. You will be one of the most strongest cats the Clans ever knew, getting extra training from your own ancestors." She flicked a white ear. "Not one apprentice has ever had training from us. You are the first apprentices we have asked for, but, that is only, if you agree."

Whiteheart stood up, darkness swallowing her body. She was barely visible as she began to walk- only her white parts of her fur and her giant white tail was shown. The rest was swallowed in darkness, but her blue eyes glittered. "Come on, dears. I am going to take you to one of our most powerful members- Silverheart." She began to pad through many dead trees, with a couple of dead leaves flying off, Whiteheart's paws crunching them in half. After a few moments of passing through the dead forest, they arrived near a river with thick, gurgling water. The water wasn't even clear- it was brown and silver scales floated at the top of the surface, as if dead fish were there.
Green eyes sparkled into the shadows. The figure appeared, showing their body through what little light they have here. "Hello, youngsters." the voice sounded like a male. "I believe you are new here?"
Whiteheart nodded, and flicked her tail to the apprentices. "Introduce yourselves, dears."

Blazeheart was hidden in the pitch black shadows, his orange tabby fur barely visible. The young tom died by being killed from two rogues. Blazeheart manipulated them to kill his daughter and their leader, but that plan had failed when his daughter, Stripefur, told the truth to the rogues and they ended up killing him instead out of anger and pain. Now he lives on in the Dark Forest, where he is unable to meet his mate, Angelfeather, in StarClan. Out of all of the cats, he misses Angelfeather the most. The only reason why he wanted to kill their leader was so he could see his mate in StarClan soon- but no one ever understood. Nobody ever understood his pain of being separated from his mate, and his parents. She was the only one there for him when no one else offered him help, and now he has nothing. He plans to get revenge on the StarClan warriors for not letting him be with his mate- and killing his son and daughter. But for now, he hopes to continue to make friends and fool them to destroy the world of StarClan until there is nothing left. The orange tabby stood up to the border and mewed to the new arrivals, "What brings you here, in that rotten place? Do you even know what StarClan did to you to betray you?"

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Silverheart bowed his head respectfully, then turned to Whiteheart. "Are these apprentices going to be the very first ones training here?"
Whiteheart nodded. "They accepted the offer of extra training from their ancestors." her tone was soft and gentle, as if she was the apprentices' mother. "I promised them to introduce them to you."
"And you have done that." Silverheart stood up, shaking his silver fur. He narrowed his eyes, a shadow crossing the tom's face. "Would you like to show me how your moves work?" Whiteheart stared at the apprentices. "Go ahead, dears."

OOC: I know this is the Dark Forest, but Whiteheart's trying to make it look like it's StarClan so she's unsheathing her claws like a normal training session would do.

"Start with Whiteheart." Silverheart ordered, flicking his tail.
Whiteheart blinked and stood up, sheathing her claws. "With claws sheathed," she mewed, lashing her giant white bushy tail. "We're not badgers."