Post by ℧ ℜainlight ℧ on Jun 9, 2018 23:21:22 GMT -5
It's been a while, everyone. Saw this challenge from Gingernose, and I couldn't pass it up! So here's my Starclan's Mercy Challenge, with the Create your own Character function! I have edited the dates a bit to fit my cat's time, but it's the same, otherwise! I also got the idea to do a drawing of the Starclan meeting from Gingernose (thankkks). See more details about this function after the first entry. This will be updated whenever I can, but I'll try to get an update out at least every Sunday and Thursday, so be on the lookout. 4 Leaf-Fall Of all of the things to happen today! Our leader is slain, and our warriors banished, running in all directions. Our own Clan, forsaken by the envious others, of all cats! He rests now, hopefully, with StarClan; he was a good leader, and I was as good of a deputy as I could possibly be. My only option is to consult the stars once again. With any luck, I will recieve some sort of message soon. I fear for the growing shadows of time, swallowing up our history until nothing is left. What will become of me?
6 Leaf-Fall
After hiding out in one of the other Clan's newly redefined territories, I've dreamt of a silvery cat, paws dipped in the very galaxies above. Her voice prophesied the Clan's return, looked solidly into my eyes, and with that, she was gone. Does she expect me, of all cats, to lead our once-proud Clan back to the gathering-spaces? I guess it cannot be delayed; our Clan will revive once more, and they will have to take us back. I just hope to stay alive long enough to receive my new name. (the drawing will go here as soon as it is finished)
Wolfclan will not fall. I took the Starclan member's words to heart that night. The next day I reestablished our boundaries, tracing the paw-worn trails by heart. Shadowclan, who had engulfed most of our territory, gave resistance, however, and I ended up in quite a few battles. These are tiresome on my own, I can only hope others come to help the cause soon. For now, however, I need to hunt. The meager supply of food left over from my dying clan isn't going to last even me through the fast-coming cold season. I just wish I had a few extra sets of paws to help me fill up the stash. Then again, that's also extra hungry bellies to fill, so it's a double edged sword at this point.
This is the last time I handle Shadowclan's advances on our borders. I'll be sure to remember this when we've re-established ourselves within the territory. If they want to bully, by Starclan, I'll bully back. Wolfclan doesn't give up.
Okay! I hope you all enjoyed the start of this! To insert your character into Wolfclan, simply fill out the form. Also, I won't give anyone a deputy position, but the medicine cat position is first come, first serve, so remember that! Anyways, see you guys next update!
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Last Edit: Jun 9, 2018 23:22:40 GMT -5 by ℧ ℜainlight ℧
Post by ℧ ℜainlight ℧ on Jun 10, 2018 15:03:11 GMT -5
7 Leaf-Fall Another day has passed of me struggling alone to fill the stock of prey for the cold days coming. My breath freezes in front of me in the mornings already, and if it were not for my uncomfortably thick fur, then I'm sure I'd have frozen through alone in the camp. I was out hunting this evening, on the northernmost border of the clan, when I was approached by a group of cats. They reeked of Shadowclan, so my fur fluffed up immediately in response, and at that moment, I was glad I hadn't yet caught any prey to be stolen. We didn't need any more hardships right now, I don't think I could hold myself together.
The group was a patrol size, and the tom leading it, Oceanheart, from what I gathered listening to his companions call out warnings, took a few more steps closer to me than I thought necessary. His companion closest to him wisely stopped a ways away, watching warily at the exchange. I didn't let myself back down or take a step back, and forced the fur along my spine to settle.
"What are you needing, Shadowclanners?" I asked smoothly, narrowing my eyes as a bit of venom leaked into my voice. I watched as Oceanheart flinched at the name, and all three became grim. This caused my ears to prick up in curiosity. I could tell they were from Shadowclan by the reek of Rotstar's foul camp on them, so why does the mention of their clan make them flinch?
I didn't have to say more to find out, because the blue tom in front of me finally spoke.
"We were banished for Shadowclan for refusing to attack you--the remaining members of Wolfclan. My name is Oceanheart, the one closest to me is Cindershadow, and the one behind us is Mapleshine. We didn't think it necessary to kill you, and so Rotstar didn't think us necessary to the clan. We were hoping.... we were hoping you would let us join your clan. Please, we don't want to live as rogues and we're skilled warriors." The blue tom dipped his head to show his sincerity, and I gasped, my eyes widening. Had Starclan heard my prayers? It felt odd, having warriors simply fall into my lap, metaphorically, but who was I to turn away a blessing? I hurriedly nodded, before clearing my throat, realizing Oceanheart couldn't see my face since he had his to the ground.
"Yes, I do not mind you joining Wolfclan. Though the Leaf-bare is harsh and unforgiving, and if you join, we have a lot of work to do to be prepared."
Oceanheart's eyes sparkled as his head rose from the ground, and a smile spread across all three cat's faces. I watched in satisfaction as they chattered to one another, following me back to the camp to set up nests and prepare to hunt with me and help store food and herbs on the territory.
And that is how I got my first warriors.
Other news is that we also had a kit named Duskkit stumble into camp later that night, who was shivering and sick, and so he's taken residence in the nursery for now. Unfortunately we're limited to my small, almost nonexistent knowledge on herbs, but hopefully we'll find someone suitable enough for the medicine cat's position soon. I only hope he survives until then.
Phew. I hope that's the right color for Cinderheart. There's a Siamese coat too, I can change her too if you like, but other than that, it's a solid update. Sorry for the lack of photos, this is more of a story type update with more words and fewer photos, but if that's not a good idea just let me know, I'll try to incorporate more picture-heavy updates if that's what people want. Anyways, until next time, cya!
Post by ℧ ℜainlight ℧ on Jun 10, 2018 21:48:26 GMT -5
8 Leaf-Fall Today, a few more loners took refuge in the encampment from the freezing night. Leaf-Bare is in the air, and I fear that soon it will cripple us and bring the clan to it's early knees. However, Ivy, Kink and Gorge, now named Frostpool, Mistwing and Rowanfang respectively, decided to join the clan and have taken to guarding various parts of the camp from invaders and thieves. Thankfully, Oceanheart and the other two don't seem to mind the new clanmates, and everyone is getting along. Soon, however, it will be time for me to select a deputy. I'm just not sure if I am qualified without my lives.
For now, we will focus on getting the food situated. We must plan for the harsh chill that is to invade soon. And I fear that we may have to resort to using the Carrion place, which is nearby, to stock our pile in the absence of the prey. Shadowclan is hunting us dry, luckily for us, Greywing and Cindershadow are excellent hunters, and have been assisting me in the restocking process.
I am still wary of going into Leaf-bare alone, though. I still lack a deputy, and no sign from Starclan has indicated a medicine cat is on its way, so it has me worried. Am I ready for this burden?
10 Leaf-Fall Starclan, where are you? My faith is steady, but this mysterious "Coco", who is supposed to perform part of the naming and lives ceremony, is nowhere to be found, and the gathering is tomorrow. Wolfclan lacks a leader in name, and it is starting to rile up the warriors. There are ruffled pelts everywhere, and I fear they will stay that way until I am properly named and possess my nine lives. Please, send this messenger soon.
1 Leaf-Bare I've all but given up hope on the naming ceremony. I'm still leader by position of my nest, but that is about all. I've given Rowanfang the task of keeping the order and handling assignments while I search for the cat named Coco. I'm desperate, the gathering is tonight, and I cannot stand on the stone with the other leaders without my lives and name, not really. Not respectfully. Please, send someone soon, we need help.
There was no sign of Coco anywhere on the territory or even in the bit of Windclan territory I've searched. I give up, I'm leaving Rowanclaw in charge of the camp, and taking my warriors to the gathering.
I am so frustrated and furious with the other clans. Starclan, because we do not have a named leader, my patrol and I were attacked on our way to the gathering by both Windclan and Shadowclan. Mistwing was badly scratched in the battle, and we barely escaped to the fortress of Fourtrees, where they cannot possibly hurt us... right? At this point I am questioning this. We need your guidance, and very soon. Please help, Starclan. I hope to receive something when I visit you tomorrow at the Moonpool. Perhaps then I will get some sort of answer. For now, I have to believe that Rowanfang can keep the camp safe while Oceanheart, Cindershadow, Mistwing and I are all out. Our small clan is already a mess. Please at least keep us safe tonight. I don't want to bury any clanmates on the night of our first gathering back.
Last Edit: Jun 10, 2018 21:57:13 GMT -5 by ℧ ℜainlight ℧
Post by ℧ ℜainlight ℧ on Jun 11, 2018 2:18:38 GMT -5
2nd Leaf-Bare Coco has not come yet again. The clan and I are beginning to wonder if such a cat exists, or if we need to start looking for other means to trigger my naming ceremony. The frustration of going seasons without word from Starclan regarding my name and lives is eating at the entire clan, and causing issues. After the gathering, we returned to find Rowanfang badly hurt at the entrance of the camp, breathing raggedly and huffing like a madcat. He almost lunged at us, until he recognized our scents. Since we only have comfery, I have applied what we have, but with Duskkit, Rowanfang and Mistwing injured, our reserves will be gone in such a short time.
I can only hope my trip to the Moonpool shows results from Starclan. Hopefully, they will have some answers. I've taken Mistwing with me to the Moonpool, as she is the least injured, and Rowanfang has sent Oceanheart out with Frostpool to patrol half of the border, and Cindershadow and Mapleshine to get the half left over. It's dangerous to leave the camp that empty, but maybe with our cats prowling around, Shadowclan will back off.
The snow lightly grazes our pelts as I settle next to the pool, Mistwing curling close for warmth, alert for danger as my consciousness fades. For a moment, I am suspended in what I can only call the physical representation of nothingness. It feels as if I am blinded completely, before I am dumped into water, the hazy mist above my feet doing nothing to aid my limited sight. But I understand the blurry sights and dying screeches. Starclan is showing me a battle. Wolfclan will be going into battle very soon. My head hangs as I stand there, motionless in the water puddled at my feet. What is the point of this? Battle? I don't even have the nine lives to lead my clan into such a thing, why does Starclan do this to us?
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I awaken with a start, and feel Mistwing shuffle next to me, her flank going from pressing into my body to leaning back on her own legs, tucked beneath her. I can feel her questioning, burning gaze on the back of my head as I stand to stretch my stiff muscles, my lungs expanding with air as I sigh out, soreness seeping into my fur just as past as fatigue and chill do. I turned to Mistwing after, shaking my head lightly.
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"We will make preparations for war when we return." I said quietly, and her face grew grim, hanging slightly as she nodded solemnly, turning away to start the trudge to camp on her own.
The roll was 15. "15. You dream of yowling, screaming, and pain. You must go to a warzone today, and battle 2 patrols-worth of cats." They really don't want us to catch a break, do they? lol.
