Warriors RP

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Warriors RP

Warriors RP

This roleplay is made in reminiscence of a previous Warriors RP, which was right here in Pudding's Place! I rummaged through a bunch of old threads and found it earlier today. I read a lot of it, and judging from my comments I was a total jerk back then XD Enough rambling! Here's the RP.

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You are a cat. You live in peace, going about your daily rituals as usual. Life is good. But one day, the earth begins to shake. The ground is torn apart. Trees fall down, their roots loosened by the breaking world. Nowhere is safe for you. When the quake is over, the land that was once your home is nearly unrecognizable. Gaping rifts lace the hills. Debris litters the ground. Gazing around at the wreckage, you wonder if your home, or your life, will ever be the same. 

But that's not the worst part. ThunderClan has fallen. With its leader and most of its warriors lost in the earthquake, the survivors scattered in panic. They are now nowhere to be seen. 

As you look across the ruined landscape, you wonder: how can the four Clans survive when there are only three? 

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RULES (yes, there are rules)

You may have as many characters as you can actively control. 

Each person is allowed only one high-ranked character (leader, deputy, or medicine cat)

Be respectful of others.

Please try to keep your characters realistic.

Love dodecahedrons are encouraged.

Follow the rules. 

Have fun! 

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If you wish to join, fill out these character and skill sheets. 

 

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Allegiance (WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, kittypet, loner, or rogue):

Appearance*:

Personality*: 

Backstory*: 

*Make as detailed or as simple as you like!  

Skills: In each of the following fields, choose 1-10. The sum of your character's skills cannot reach over 70.

Intelligence:

Speed

Stamina:

Agility:

Stamina:

Climbing:

Swimming:

Hunting:

Medicinal skill:

Fighting:

Kindness:

Readiness to kill

submitted by Scylla
(April 22, 2017 - 7:01 pm)
submitted by WhenAreWeStarting?
(April 28, 2017 - 8:17 am)

Second Charrie

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Name: Whitepelt

Age: 25 moons

Gender: She-cat

Allegiance (WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, kittypet, loner, or rogue): WindClan Medicine Cat

Appearance*: White pelt, yellow eyes, gray tailtip

Personality*: Cold. Loving sometimes but rarely. Has always been a rogue and will always be one. 

Backstory*: Born in ShadowClan

Intelligence: 10

Speed: 7

Stamina: 8

Agility: 8

Climbing: 3

Swimming: 2

Hunting: 6

Medicinal skill: 10

Fighting: 6

Kindness: 8

Readiness to kill: 1

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Can she be mates with Nighthorn? Because forbidenn love with cats that have dead mates is THE BEST!? So, can she? 

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(April 28, 2017 - 8:27 am)

Oooooo Yes! Or perhaps not mates just yet, but sorda like "Yeah I like her but I shouldn't like her because of my mate!" 

submitted by Danie
(April 28, 2017 - 5:23 pm)

Oops! I accidentally typed rogue instead of Warrior in Personality. Meant to be Warrior.

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(April 28, 2017 - 10:16 pm)
submitted by when will we start
(April 28, 2017 - 7:03 pm)

Feel free to begin!

submitted by Scylla
(April 28, 2017 - 8:33 pm)

Name: Swallowbrook (but I might change it)

Age: 18 moons

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Windclan warrior

Appearance*: Small, with dark, downcast brown eyes. Has a dark brown pelt and a shy smile.

Personality*: Quiet, shy, and extremely kind. Easliy embarressed, hates being in the center of attention, and humble. Selfless and brave, but he doesn't think so. Extremely self deprecating and has a low self esteem.

Backstory*: Pretty normal. Was bullied a little, but still had friends to support him.

Skills: 

Intelligence: 8

Speed: 8

Stamina: 4

Agility: 6

Climbing: 5

Swimming: 3

Hunting: 5

Medicinal skill:3

Fighting: 4

Kindness: 9

Readiness to kill: 1

Also, he is open to shipping.

submitted by The Riddler
(April 28, 2017 - 9:20 pm)

mainly so I can keep track of all of you guys.

We probably need mentors for all these apprentices.

ALSO I'M MOVING NIGHTTHORN TO DEPUTY because we don't have a windclan deputy yet.  

We need a lot of Shadowclan cats and our Windclan Leader! I'll make another cat if we need to.

Tell me if I made any mistakes. 

WINDCLAN:

Leader:

Deputy: Nightthorn

Medicine Cat: Whitepelt

Medicine Cat Apprentice: Willowpaw

Warriors: Darkfeather, Hawkwing, Dawnblaze, Swallowbrook

Apprentices: 

 

RIVERCLAN:

Leader: Minnowstar

Deputy:

Medicine Cat: Darksnow

Medicine Cat Apprentice: Frostpaw

Warriors: Hollyfrost

Apprentices: Eaglepaw

 

 

SHADOWCLAN:

Leader: Icystar

Deputy:

Medicine Cat:

Medicine Cat Apprentice: 

Warriors: Darkbriar 

Apprentices:

 

LONERS/ROGUES: Wolftail, Winnow, Night, Moon

 

submitted by Allegiances by Danie
(April 28, 2017 - 10:12 pm)

corrections: Darkbriar is actually Briarstripe. My mistake.  

submitted by Danie
(April 29, 2017 - 2:42 pm)

Umm... I thought Dawnblaze WAS the deputy of WindClan... but Nightthorn can be I guess...

submitted by @Danie
(April 30, 2017 - 11:29 am)

Night ~

I creep through the underbrush, my eyes fixed on a nice, fat mouse. It lifts its nose up, sniffing the air. I pause. It goes back to its nibbling on some vegetation and I pounce. At the same time, another cat, younger than me, pounces too. She looks almost the same as me except for the fact that her fur's sleeker and the tail is thin. "This is my prey! I've been stalking it for ages!" she growls. "I have no way of knowing that!" I retort. "Well, you're hunting on WindClan territory," she says, nose high in the air. "WindClan has forest on their territory?" I ask curiously. If WindClan has resorted to hunting in forest, prey must be really rare. I start to notice that the she-cat is exceptionally skinny and her fur's a bit mangled."None of your business!" she mutters. "Whatever. I'll just go hunt somewhere else," I say, "And by the way, what's your name?" "Darkfeather," she sniffs. She turns and disappeared into the ferns, taking the mouse with her. I continue to stare. Finally, I go off to the swamps, hoping I can hook a frog or two.

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Sorry if this is too controlling to your charrie, Fireburst. Or to controlling to WindClan. I basically made them starving and out of prey. I don't have anything else that's interesting to write about.

Whitepelt ~

"Whitepelt, should I go get more horsetail or dock leaf?" Willowpaw's voice jolts me back to reality. "Dock leaf," I say absentmindedly. I'm watching two of the warriors grapple in the training arena. Nightthorn got promoted to deputy a few days ago when Clovertail died of a badger wound on a journey. I shudder, still remembering her dying screams when they finally brought her to my den. I shake my head, clearing the memory out of it. I watch Nightthorn. I sometimes wish I wasn't a medicine cat. He could do with someone to slow his temper. "Whitepelt! Whitepelt! We found a drowning kit!" Yowls came up from the center of camp. "Let me see it," I immediately say. Dawnblaze directs me to a kit with a gray pelt. I look her over. I stuff a few herbs along with juniper berry into her mouth. "What she really needs is prey but we're low on that," I tell everyone. Everyone groans. Darkfeather pushes her way to the front of the throng. "I caught two things. A mouse, and a trespassing rogue," she says. "Give the kit the mouse, give the leader the news," I order.

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So, how about we make the missing charries for the clans, like the leader, background charries until someone takes over? Is it too much, adopting a drowning kit? I'll RP for it. 

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(April 28, 2017 - 10:41 pm)

Can I make a cat in RiverClan to ship him with?

submitted by Mei @Riddler, Fairyland
(April 29, 2017 - 5:54 am)

Maybe you should make it the deputy because RiverClan doesn't have one.

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(April 29, 2017 - 9:19 am)

Cool, we're starting!

Wolftail

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"Its been days since I've eaten properly." I say to myself as I pad over to the edge of Thunderclan's territory. I open my jaws. A faint smell of bird drifts into my open jaws. I crowch low trying to pin-point where my prey is. Its in a tree, singing its churpy songs. I silently crawl to the baise of the tree, trying not to scare my prey away. I climb up onto the branches and wait silently. I  listen to the sound of thier bright chirps. Just before I get ready to kill the dumb bird, a she-cat pads through the forest underneath me meowing to herself. My bird flew away! I look back down to see where the dumb cat is. She sits on the forest floor, licking her paws daintily. As I peer down at her I nearly slip of my branch, but regaining my pawhold a second later. The she-cat has a silver dappled coat that looks like the pattern of leaves. I know only one cat like that. "Moon!" I yowl as I climb down the tree,"Moon, you scared my bird away!"

"Oh that. You should be more careful next time. And,"she purred sarcasticly, "I didnt know you had a pet bird."

"I definitely dont have a bird, do you? I saw it fly away because someone scared it away." I enjoyed our sarcastic banter but I didnt want it to last long. I get butteflys in my stomach when I talk to her. My mind goes straight to what Treeclaw used to say, "When you get that feeling in your stomach, it means love. So leave." I decide to take his advice. "Au Revoir!" I say over my shoulder as I pad away from her. "Another day going hungry," I mutter.

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@Seeker

I hope I didnt control Moon to much... Im sorry if you feel like I did. 

submitted by Esquire of Rohan, Playing Xbox with Hawkeye
(April 29, 2017 - 9:22 am)

Night ~

I pad over to my den in a hollow tree, carrying a frog and a squirrel. I drop them and curl up in my den. I drift off into my waking dreams. Suddenly, a cat appears in my dream. His pelt is a flame-colored orange and he has green eyes. "The sun shall fall and death shall rise if Thunder, Wind, Shadow, and River do not reunite," he says, fading away as he says it. "Wait!" I yowl, "What do you mean?" The tom is already gone. A flash of red streaks in front before I realize it's a battle scene. Tons of cat killing, not even being fair. I wake up with a start. "Oh, no," I breathe.

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(April 29, 2017 - 10:26 am)