Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Moonstar · RiverClan Leader

RE: Separate Ways .:A Warriors RP:. ~Open but Started~

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Nightfang bristled at Bearfur, "You give oaf! There's no way I would be your mate, let alone let you name them!" SHe lashed her dark striped tail side to side and stalked away across the open moor. (We took the Windclan way around, so Ebbs has decreed it!) The small amount of trees that the group had stopped in disappeared in front of her as she made her way back where they came from to hunt. She couldn't believe that he would tease her about that! She hadn't expected the comment from Thunderstep but for Bearfur to continue running with it! "Stupid tom!" she snarled to herself.

THunderstep watched her stomp away in bewilderment, his green eyes round, "What? What did I say?"

OOC: Resta, I hate to be a bother, but would you mind making another character? You don't have to, but we are out numbered with she-cats ;D If you wouldn't mind could you make another tom to play? He could be one of Thunderstep's buddies from Tigerclan or something.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

OOC: Welcome Moonie!!! You're back 8D Okay, there is only one tiny problem, we already have an NPC named Fawntail, but I can easily change her name. So for all those who started out the RP, Moonie will be Fawntail and I will change the NPC's name :)
Here is the summary of what has happened so far, same thing I gave to Briarpaw when she joined :D

The cats of Lionclan were attacked, a Tigerclan cat rushed in to camp to warn them of an even bigger attack, now Lionclan's leader has sent a great many of his youngest warriors to "join" Tigerclan. At the moment they are about 3/4 of the way there and are stopping for the night. Now you have a choice since you are late to join this RP. You can play a Tigerclan warrior that has joined us, like one of my characters Thunderstep, or you can pretend like you have been with us the whole time. If you choose to be a Tigerclan cat that has joined us, you can perhaps be Thunderstep's friend that has followed him, trying to warn Lionclan as well ^^ Which ever you think is better/easier for you.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

ooc; not at all!(: been a while since i rp-ed this ol' coot!(:
Username: Florestapaw
Character Name: Kestreleye
Rank: Warrior
Age: 39 moons
Gender: Male
Apperance: A red/brown colored tom with a white muzzle, white ears, white toes and a white tip of the tail. He is a lithe tom and his legs and tail are slightly longer than most cats his size.
Other: Came from TigerClan and is a friend of Thunderstep's. Kestreleye chooses to respond when spoken to, and does not speak up often. However, this leads to bottling up his emotions, and making him overreact to extremely stressful events.

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Bearfur frowned at Nightfang's attitude and nodded his head sadly. "I'll go after her. How about you go back?" suggested Bearfur, though it came out more like a command. He sent Thunderstep an apologetic look and scampered after his friend, not even attempting to sneak up on her. However, she was too caught up in her thoughts to notice him, and as he sat beside her, he began. "I apologize," he muttered, looking at the ground, as if there was something interesting in it. "I didn't know it would anger you that much." Chuckling, he shrugged. "You know me, always the jester." Looking at her in the eye, he said seriously, "You're my best friend, Nightfang. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, or anger you, or what ever that outburst was."

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

OOC; THanks so much Resta! You can start playing him as soon as we get to camp. From there Thunderstep might need his help to convince the others ;D
Time for me to jump in to a cliche' past! Woot for my noobie-ness! XD

IC:

Nightfang had stopped before Bearfur had approached her. Her thin stripped shoulders had been trembling. Though when he appeared beside her, scaring her half to death, she forced them to stop. She turned her eyes, now stinging from held back tears, "I don't like it when people tease me about mates. Its not fair." She turned from him. When she had been younger, there was only one tom she had ever thought she could be with, the one that was made for her. Yet he was take away from her in a sudden storm. Her mentor, Rainfall, a young and not so handsome but good hearted fellow had captured her heart during their training. She had taught her everything she wanted to know. She had contented herself to just being his apprentice while she could.
She had felt that all through their training that she had breached his defenses and managed to persuade him to love her. He had shown her affection and soft glances of admiration and love, however she had been mistaken. She had found her beloved tom away from camp, meeting with an unknown rogue. Her heart had shattered, leaving her in pieces. She had confronted him and he tried to make excuses. Yet that night, he disappeared from camp across the border, never even looking back. She knew that none of her friends had known the way she had looked at Rainfall. Her heart broken demeanor was brushed off as pain at the lose of her mentor. She had been given a new mentor and trained until the day she became a warrior. Even now, the subject of mates or love hurt her deeply. Bearfur had always been kind to her, her best friend, and she knew her outburst was unwarranted.
She knew that she had to apologize to him. She glanced sideways at the brown tom and whispered, "I..." However she couldn't finish the thought. She turned from him, "Don't worry about it. Let's get back to hunting." As she moved to stand she cast a glance behind her, "Where is Thunderstep? Isn't he supposed to join us?"

-- Edited by Ebonycloud on Thursday 18th of August 2011 11:10:05 PM

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Separate Ways .:A Warriors RP:. ~Going to Tigerclan~

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

OOC: Hurray for pasts!! 8D

IC:
Nightfang watched the tom go, her mouth hung open. How could she be so stupid?! She might never have admitted to loving Rainfall to anyone, but Bearfur had been openly in love with Silverdream. She recalled the way he looked at her, the way he smiled, and for a moment she was envious of his former "lover", if they could truly be called that. She had tried to get Rainfall to look at her that way, but she didn't think anyone but Bearfur could look at a she-cat that way. The dark she-cat's ears drooped as she moved away, the opposite direction Bearfur had gone. She cast a sad glance behind her before moving off to go hunt alone. She would need to give Bearfur time before he would forgive her, if he ever would. She felt so selfish right now. Bearfur never spoke of his trouble but instead acted as her own personal emotion sponge. She had a lot to make up for.

Thunderstep watched Bearfur go, curious as to way he was back. Yet as he brushed harshly by, Thunderstep got the over obvious impression to leave the large tom alone.

-- Edited by Ebonycloud on Thursday 18th of August 2011 11:30:44 PM

Ivoryclaw · ShadowClan Warrior

Darkwhisker layed on the ground, her chin resting on her dark paws. A heavy sigh filled her lungs, her being forlorn was unusual. She lifted her head to the sky, her dim blue eyes glinting from the full moon. "They would have gathered somewhere, wouldn't they?" She said to herself, thinking of the cats of old. Again she questioned herself, how was she to do StarClan's bidding? How was she to stop TigerClan? How was she to even help her own friends? So many thoughts raced through her head, turning upside down and around, making her sick again. Darkwhisker groaned and rolled on her back. THe cool air brushed along her dark fur, tickling her nose. She sneezed, then sighed again. "Maybe I should just run away and become a kitty-pet and be fat and lazy, living a long and boring life then die, and no one remebering me, except for being the pesky she-cat who was too proud for her fur." she gigled, a slight smile returning to her.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Taking shelter beneath a bush, Bearfur curled in on himself, cursing inwardly as he realized just what he had done. But, being the one who never looked backwards anymore, only forwards, he decided that fate had wanted that outburst between the two to happen. For whatever reason it was, it had happened. Was he happy about it? No, not really. He had forgotten to hold his tongue - he had forgotten that words can hurt much more than any physical wound when said the right way and by the wrong person. And he had forgotten that he fulfilled both criteria. Now he realized that and huffed as he laid there, closing his eyes. In the back of his head though, he wondered whether he should apologize, even if he was still a little miffed at her sudden outburst. Bearfur didn't understand why she was so upset about mates and love and such. Probably no one knew but her. Inwardly, he hoped he would find out and be able to help her.

Because Bearfur was always there for her. They were good friends, and he swore to always be there for her. To help her in her time of need. Because that's what She would have done. He chuckled, thinking to himself how Nightfang and Her would have been good friends. Almost identical personalities, which would have led to a lot of fights, but good friends in the end. Then again, he and Nightfang were a lot like that. But, through all his thoughts, he couldn't help but loathe the tom who did that to his friend. And all of that loathing concealed the ounce of jealousy he felt towards a tom that could make her feel like that. But he brushed it away and underneath loathing.

ooc; OH HO HO. jealousy. jealous are we, hm? fufufufufu.

-- Edited by Florestapaw on Friday 19th of August 2011 12:40:50 AM

Briarlyric · WindClan Warrior

After devouring the delicious vole, Petaldancer's lips parted in a slightly strained face as she overheard the other's colloquys. Bearfur and Nightfangs sudden outburst's had her confused with her own opinions. What's this about mates and kits? I mean, I know that sometimes I think, "Hmmm... How would be to have kits?", but then I get all clammy and nervous-like because I'm not ready for that kind of commitment. Plus, I could never be great with kits, they're so tiny and fragile. I'm pretty clumsy. She layed her head on her fleecy paws and gave a slight snort of ammusement, "Like that would ever happen. I'm not ready!" She mumbled.

-- Edited by Briarpaw on Friday 19th of August 2011 12:57:59 AM

-- Edited by Briarpaw on Friday 19th of August 2011 12:59:56 AM