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Welcome. You have entered SnowClan territory, on the tundra of Alaska. Here we have no trees to protect us as the Clans in the more southern parts of the world do; we must survive as best we can. We have long, thick pelts to protect us from the cold, and we are more lean than the forest Clans, due to not having quite a lot of food. Life is harsh here-but we would not live anywhere else.
Here is the egg-shaped dip in the frozen tundra where we have our camp. Our medicine cat sleeps here, on the right side of the dip, under this snowbank. Due to not having many herbs, we have become hardened to diseases, but we still need a medicine cat to share dreams with StarClan and heal wounds.
I sleep here, under this snowbank, at the narrow end of the egg. Across from me, at the widest part, is the nursery. Across from the medicine cat, on the left side, are the warrior and apprentice dens. We differ from the forest Clans, in that we allow the younger cats to sleep in the middle of the warrior den, due to their fur not having grown as thick as necessary. On the left of the medicine cat den, pointing towards the nursery, is the elders' den.
We have no other Clan enemies, but there are polar bears, wolves, and Twolegs. But we can hold our own against them.
You can't see our freshkill pile-we have it buried under the snowpile in the middle of the camp. We do as the Tribe cats of the mountains do, passing our prey around each group so that everyone gets an equal number of bites. The warriors share, the apprentices share, the queens share, the elders share, and the medicine cat, the deputy, and I share.
Well, that is our camp, adventurous stranger. If you choose to join, please reply. :)
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Please join! We need a deputy, medicine cat, and warriors. Please, no apprentices, pregnant queens or kits until we have warriors to train them. I'll tell you when we can start getting apprentices, pregnant queens, and kits. Elders are okay, but no more than three until we have apprentices. If you want to join, copy and paste this blank form into your reply and fill it out. Thanks!
Name:
Gender:
Age (in moons; just multiply six by one, two, three, etc. until you get a reasonable number. For me, six times six is thirty-six, which would make me three years old.):
Fur color:
Eye color:
Rank:
Personality:
History:
Anything else you want to add:
Thank you! This is mine.
Name: Snowstar
Gender: Female
Age (in moons; just multiply six by one, two, three, etc. until you get a reasonable number. For me, six times six is thirty-six, which would make me three years old.): 36 moons.
Fur color: Pure white.
Eye color: Greenish-blue.
Rank: Leader.
Personality: Kind but firm. Compassionate and thoughtful. Wise for a young cat, she is able to see both sides of an argument and judge fairly. She is very fond of young cats, especially kits, and her dearest dream is to be a mother of kits. (Her second-dearest is to train an apprentice.) She still has all nine lives. She is not quick-tempered, and can master herself; she isn't the sort of cat to go leaping into battle before thinking about it. When she does get angry, however, she can take ages to cool off. She also has a slight proud streak, a rather dry sense of humor, and won't say know to the occasional practical joke.
History: Like the great Firestar, she was is descended from kittypets. Her mother, a kittypet-turned loner-turned kittypet named Slink, for her habit of slinking about nervously, was once a kittypet who was abandoned by her Twolegs when they discovered she was pregnant with kits. She had her kits in Twolegplace, but they were all captured by Twolegs when the kits were two moons old. Slink was given to a family, and so were her two tom-kits and Snowstar. Snowstar passed through several owners during her first year, before winding up being brought to Alaska by her latest. She ran away and has been living alone on the tundra ever since. One night, she was visited in her dreams by five StarClan cats-Skystar, the first leader of SkyClan, a Clan that was forgotten until Firestar reformed it; Windstar, the first leader of WindClan, the moorland cats; Shadowstar, the first leader of ShadowClan, the cats who walk in the night darkness of the pine forest; Riverstar, the first leader of RiverClan, the cats who, mysteriously, love the water; and Thunderstar, the first leader of ThunderClan, the strong, brave, loyal cats who choose the forest as their home. They spoke to her and told her of the Clans-of medicine cats, warriors and apprentices; of StarClan and the warrior code; of cats who broke the code and cats who upheld it; of glorious pasts and shadowy ones; and lastly, they told her it was her destiny to create a Clan here, in the tundra, and name it SnowClan. With that, they gave her nine lives and her name--Thunderstar, Windstar, Riverstar and Skystar each gave her two lives, due to there not being nine cats; Shadowstar gave her one-told her to seek out other cats like her to build a clan out of, and showed her two places. One was the egg-shaped dip of the camp, and the other was a small pool, covered with ice, where the starshine was reflected so brightly it almost blinded her. They called it the Place of Icestars, and told her that every half moon, the cat she chose as medicine cat must visit it to share dreams with StarClan. This said, they left her to awaken, and form SnowClan.
Anything else you want to add: Emm...not really. Any questions about the warrior code, ranks, etc., just ask me! :) Buh-bye!
submitted by Snowstar, age 36 moons, SnowClan Camp
(June 18, 2011 - 6:02 pm)
(June 18, 2011 - 6:02 pm)
I'll join. I haven't been doing many RP's lately, so this would be fun. :D
Name: Unknown
Gender: Male
Age (in moons; just multiply six by one, two, three, etc. until you get a
reasonable number. For me, six times six is thirty-six, which would
make me three years old.): 48 moons
Fur color: Pure white with a black nose
Eye color: One blue and one brown
Rank: Deputy?
Personality: Strong, a natural born leader but doen't know his skill, kind, and would sacrifice himself for the well-being of his clan and family.
History: When he was born, he spent a very brief time living with Two-Legs. His family moved away and tossed his mother and four siblings into the middle of a blizzard. His father ran off to live a life on his own, and soon after two of his siblings died. He, his mother, and the strongest of the litter have been living in the snow den. Then, a polar bear came and attacked. His brother instantly died, then his mother survived for three days until she died. He's been fighting the blizzard trying to find help for weeks. He's weak and tired and needs a home.
Anything else you want to add: He's deaf in his right ear, the side of his face that's blue-eyed.
(June 18, 2011 - 8:19 pm)
OK, ZB! You can join. But your character needs a name...hmm...how do you like Whitefire? If you want to pick yourself, you can...You did great as Hayfur in CrystalClan, by the way! :) You probably don't remember Stormberry...;)
"Help! Help!"
The call was weak, but Snowstar heard it over the howl of the wind. She came out of her den at the narrow end of the dip and raced across to the wide end. Squinting through the whirling snow, she just managed to make out a cat shape. The cat swung his head towards her and she started back; one of his eyes was blue and one was brown.
"Help!" he begged in a thin mew. She could see how weak and hungry he was, and could count every rib under his pelt, though it was thick.
"Come with me," she said, offering him her shoulder to lean on. He weighed a lot, for a cat that thin, and something told her, that, properly fed, he would make a great warrior. A great deputy...
She led him through the storm into her own den, padding away to the fresh-kill pile to fetch him a ground squirrel. It was a good thing she had been living alone, she reflected; the blizzard had been raging off and on weeks and she hadn't been able to go out to hunt very often. She picked the plumpest squirrel off of the pile, selected one for herself, and padded off to the den to share with him.
After eating, they told each other of their history. She deliberately did not mention possibly being deputy to him; that could wai until he was stronger. Then they fell asleep.
Well, there it is! Have fun! :)
(June 18, 2011 - 11:08 pm)
Name: Wildpath/Mudfire
Gender: Female/Male
Age (in moons; just multiply six by one, two, three, etc. until you get a reasonable number. For me, six times six is thirty-six, which would make me three years old.): 32moons/49moons
Appearence:
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Rank: Warrior/Medicine Cat
Personality: Quiet, skittish, honest, no secrets, very emotional/Quiet, grumpy, irriatated, never tells about his past
History: Wildpath (then a kittypet named Dixie) was abused by her twoleg owners and was rescued by Cesar (Mudfire), a loner who won't tell anything about his past. Mudfire found some plants that he guessed would help the wound on Dixie's leg and so wrapped them around the wound and to both cats surprise, helped almost immediatly.
Anything else you want to add: First cat on this side/Second cat on this side
(June 19, 2011 - 10:45 am)
Name: Icepelt
Age: 26 moons
Appearance: White fur, only 1 front paw because when she was a kit she was attacked by a wolf. Black eyes.
Position: un-pregnant queen/warrior :)
History: Her father raised her because her mother was killed by wolves (when Icepelt, back then known as Icekit, lost her paw). Her father was a loner. After he died of old age Icepelt wandered away, trying to find a new home, and found the SnowClan camp.
(is this good?) :)
(June 19, 2011 - 12:23 pm)
Yep, that's good! :D
Snowstar gazed proudly at her camp. It was still hard to believe that, only a few days after being visited by the five ancient leaders, her Clan was starting to grow. The two warriors had gone on hunting patrol. Mudfire was out looking for what little herbs there were, and the deputy...she purred. The deputy--yes, he really was a deputy now--was in her den, licking the last traces of a ground squirrel off of his lips. Rest and food had done much for him in the two days he had spent with her.
Snowstar lifted her head and saw her warriors and medicine cat come padding down the slope into camp. The time is right, she decided.
She leaped to the narrow lip of the camp, just above her den. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highwall for a Clan meeting."
OK, guys, I'll wait for you to gather before I continue. :)
(June 19, 2011 - 4:48 pm)
Yeah, I totally remember CrystalClan! AND STORMBERRY!!! That was one of my absolute favorite clans, that one was da bomb!!!!!!!
I licked down the last of the ruffled patches of fur on my back. A cold winter breeze blew through the warm cave. A strong voice sounded from the clearing. I licked up the last of the ground squirrel and padded out, still having a sore paw. I stepped out into the cold air and looked up at Snowstar, along with the few warriors of SnowClan.
I'll leave the rest to Snowstar, whatever you wanted to ask.
(June 20, 2011 - 8:48 pm)
@ZB: Yeah, CrystalClan ruled. :) Do you like the name Whitefire?
"Cats of SnowClan," Snowstar announced, from the top of the wall, "you all know that I am working to build this Clan until it is as strong as the four in the forest, or SkyClan in the gorge, or the Tribe of Rushing Water from the mountains. Today, we make a great step towards that. All Clans need young cats if they are to survive. And so, I have decided, that it is time to begin taking in apprentices.
"However," she added, raising a paw for silence, "we are, as of yet, a small Clan. We can take in only four apprentices, five if one chooses to become a medicine cat," she added, with a nod towards Mudfire. "And kits and pregnant queens must look elsewhere. Any other questions?" There were none. "This meeting is over." She leapt gracefully from the Highwall and padded over to her deputy.
Andy P. C. says ucan. You can? Thanks, Andy! :D
(June 21, 2011 - 2:40 pm)
Icepelt--
I limped out of the warrior den, shaking the snow out of my fur. I shook my head, trying to rid it of the nightmare I had just woken from. The small clan I had found myself in after my father's death had few cats, but those they did have were strong. And friendly. I had been welcomed into SnowClan by the leader, and all the others had accepted me. Not like my mother's old clan, where I had been born. I had been forced to leave after she died, my missing paw making me a cripple, and therefore not welcome. I had gone to my father, and he had raised me. But since the wolves' attack, even after all this time, I still couldn't get the image out of my head, the nightmare of my mother lying still in a lake of blood, some her own and some of the wolf she had died saving me from.
I shook my head once more, at last emptying it of the horrible memory. I turned my head and my mind to the fresh-kill pile. I dug out a willow ptarmigan, ate a small amount, then dragged it up to the den, where the others were still sleeping. It would stay there until they woke and ate it. I then left camp, Searching the snow covered land for enemies. A lone wolf could be seen in the distance, but it was heading away from the camp, so it posed no danger. I turned South, away from camp, and saw another figure. Smaller than a wolf...a cat! A stranger. He was running towards our camp. I went back into camp and headed towards Snowstar's den. She came out as I approached, as if she had sensed my alarm.
"A strange cat, heading for camp," I told her. I led her to where I had seen him, and by that time he was even closer to us. I gasped as he came into focus. His fur was not white, like most of us, but golden-yellow, with a black tip on the end of his tail. "I know this cat," I told Snowstar. She looked at me in surprise. "He was in my mother's old Clan. He is my same age; we grew up together until the attack from the wolves," I explained to her.
"What is his name?" Snowstar asked me. I glanced down at the approaching cat as I answered.
"When I knew him, he was Foxkit. But surely by now he is a warrior."
The cat that had once been Foxkit reached us, and as he tried to catch his breath Snowstar smiled at him.
"Welcome, stranger. Why do you come to our clan's camp?" she asked.
"I come to ask you for shelter," he said between breaths. "My Clan is dead. All of them." I gasped at this, and for the first time he noticed me. "Icekit?"
"Icepelt now," I told him proudly. "And I assume you are no longer Foxkit?"
"No. I am-I mean was-Foxstar." I gasped yet again; at the fact that he had been leader. "Now I suppose I must go by my warrior name once more, now that I have no clan to lead," he continued. "I am now Foxclaw. And I ask you humbly for permission to stay with your clan."
Snowstar and I led him into camp, and prepared to introduce him to the others. I didn't know whether she would accept him into SnowClan, but she was at least going to let him rest for a little while.
(June 21, 2011 - 5:07 pm)
@Snowstar... I have an idea to get more people!!! We can add kits to the clan, and then people could take over them as apprentices! Whatta you think?
(June 22, 2011 - 11:27 am)
@Kat: Sure! :D As long as the kits are six moons or thereabouts. And warriors are still welcome, which reminds me...
"Icepelt!" Snowstar called from her den. "I've come to a decision about Foxclaw."
Icepelt padded into her den. "Yes, Snowstar?" Despite the way she tried to keep her voice calm, she was obviously standing there with her heart in her mouth.
Snowstar took a deep breath. "He can stay. We'll announce it to the rest of the Clan once they come back from patrol." Due to the shortage of warriors, Mudfire had gone on patrol with Whitefire(?) and Wildpath. Snowstar thought he would be able to take care of himself.
"Oh, thank you, Snowstar!" Icepelt bubbled happily. "I know he'll be a good warrior, I just know it!"
A warrior with nine lives, Snowstar thought to herself. A warrior who had once been leader could try to usurp my position.
But she said nothing to Icepelt. She didn't want to upset the young warrior with her doubts in the midst of her happiness.
"I'm sure he will be, Icepelt," she said. "And this also means we can take in another apprentice. Soon SnowClan will be the strongest Clan on the tundra!"
"We're the only Clan on the tundra," Icepelt reminded her.
Snowstar cuffed her over the ear playfully. "I know that! And is that any way to show respect to your Clan leader? Now go tell Foxclaw the good news."
Icepelt scampered off. Snowstar sighed. In many ways that young cat was still like an apprentice.
Suddenly the Clan leader frowned. A warrior with nine lives...would StarClan allow him to stay in the Clan? She would need to share dreams with them soon. But the shortage of warriors kept her in the camp.
She relaxed. It was half-moon tomorrow; Mudfire could go and ask them about Foxclaw.
She licked her chest fur, deliberately not thinking about the slight problem of the new warrior. It was all settled.
(June 22, 2011 - 2:40 pm)
I ran to Foxclaw to let him know that Snowstar was going to accept him into the camp. I found him on the edge of camp, staring out into the endless world of snow. I shuddered, from the cold but also from the sight of an approaching wolf pack. Foxclaw was staring at them, frightened and transfixed. Then he turned, running straight into me and knocking me over.
"Icepelt!" he said, surprised. He helped me up, and then we both ran back into camp to warn Snowstar of the attack. I shook my head, the images from my recurring nightmare returning once more.
"Snowstar!" I yelled, going to her. She looked up, startled.
"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
"Wolves. A whole pack." Foxclaw said as he came up behind me. Snowstar looked alarmed. Just then the first wolf came over the slopes and into camp. Snowstar let out a yowl and jumped at it, and when more wolves showed up over the snow, Foxclaw and I followed suit. The wolf I leaped at was smaller than most of the others, not a pup but not quite fully grown. It snarled at me as I came down on it and rolled into the snow from the impact. I clawed at its face, but it was stronger and soon had me pinned down with one of its large paws. I gasped for breath, but was unable to make a sound, or call for help. My one front paw wasn't enough to get the wolf's off my throat.
Just then I heard a yowl, and the cats that had gone on patrol leaped into camp, returning just in time. We were still outnumbered, but Mudfire attacked the wolf that had me pinned down, letting me breath again. I yelped my thanks to her as I ran back into the battle. One of the wolves had been killed, and we had somehow managed to injure three more. I leapt at the nearest wolf, only afterwards realizing my mistake. The wolf I attacked was larger, stronger, and smarter than the one that Mudfire had saved me from. It reared up on its hind legs like a bear would do, using the extra height to catch me in its mouth in the middle of my jump. It shook me around like I was just some sort of plaything, dropping me only when another cat, (I couldn't tell which one) bounded onto its back. The pain blurred my vision, making the chaos nothing but a cloud of noise and fur. I could feel my body growing weaker as the battle raged around me. Finally, after endless minutes of pain and the blur of the fighting, everything went black, and the sounds of the battle changed to a memory, that of another fight, long ago.......
(June 22, 2011 - 5:50 pm)
Snowstar leaped for the throat of the nearest wolf, slashing it with her claws. The cats weren't quite big enough to really kill the wolves, but they could at least drive them out. At least, Snowstar hoped they could.
Suddenly she spun around at the sound of a cat's shriek of pain. Icepelt! The young warrior was lying in the snow, ever so still.
With a yowl of distress she hurled herself towards the young she-cat, biting the legs of any wolf that got in her way. "Icepelt!" she cried, a terrible fear rising inside of her. "Icepelt!"
Blindly stumbling and reeling the last few feet, she managed to reach her young warrior. So brave, so strong...was she alive? Was there any hope? Snowstar didn't know. She pushed her nose into the white she-cat's shoulder fur and shut her eyes. Some rational part of her said that she couldn't abandon the Clan like this, in the middle of the battle; that she was Clan leader; but at the moment none of that mattered.
She only came to herself when she heard Mudfire's gruff voice in her ear. "Out of the way, Snowstar, she isn't dead yet."
"Huh?" the Clan leader gasped, seeing Wildpath grasping Icepelt's scruff in her teeth and pulling her into the den with Mudfire following. "She's...she's still alive?"
"For now," Mudfire replied darkly. "But she's a strong young cat. She should pull through."
"Did..." she didn't know how to phrase it. "Did we win?"
Mudfire snorted. "Take a look around and you tell me." With that, his tail lashing, he slipped into his den.
Snowstar looked around. She started with herself. Her shoulder ached, and there was fur missing from her pelt in clumps. One of her hind legs felt as though it had been half-ripped apart by sharp teeth-which, she thought, was exactly what had happened. Then she looked up. Foxclaw and Whitefire were padding towards her. One of Foxclaw's ears was ripped, and Whitefire limped with every step he took.
"They mangled the fresh-kill pile," said Whitefire grimly, "and your den has caved in, Snowstar, but besides that, there's no harm done."
"I'm sorry," she sighed, "I'm so sorry for abandoning you."
"It's okay," said Foxclaw, pushing his nose into her shoulder. "We all make mistakes. And you couldn't help it."
"Foxclaw's right," her deputy said. "You're a young cat. It wasn't your fault."
Snowstar sighed again. "I'm just glad it wasn't any worse. Come on, let's go on hunting patrol. All three of us."
(June 23, 2011 - 4:29 pm)
Icepelt--
I saw nothing in the dark space in which I lay. Only darkness.
Only darkness.....
Occasionally a voice, from far away. And pain. With the pain came the memories, the nightmares.
But the darkness would soon come again.
......Only darkness.......
(June 24, 2011 - 6:24 pm)
Oh, this got dramaticccc. :D :D
After that fight with the wolves, all I wanted to do is curl up in a corner and die. During the fight, Ugly 1 bit my leg and almost tore it off; if it weren't for Whitefire, I would be legless. After Ugly 1 was dead, I pounced on Ugly 3. Now, Ugly 3 was a much bigger wolf, and it had Icepelt gripped in its teeth. So I charged and head-butted its chest, knocking Icepelt out with a pool of blood around her. I had no more time to look because Ugly 2,4, and 7 came up, circling me around and biting all of my legs. I wouldn't have been able to protect myself if it wasn't for the leader running away and the pack scampering after it. Fur was torn in large patches, I was limping with every step, and my eye was swelling. Snowstar called for a patrol, and Icepelt and Mudfire were in the med. den. I breathed in deeply and got ready for the patrol.
ONE PATROL LATER
I returned gruff and tired with a ground squirrel and two baby seals. I skipped the Gather Round because I wasn't hungry, and walked into the warrior's den. Icepelt was sleeping in there peacefully, so I dragged my nest away from hers. The minute I shut my eyes I was asleep.
(June 25, 2011 - 10:33 am)
Uh... Icepelt? Mudfire's a tom.
//Wildpath//
I limped into the warriors den and slumped down into my nest. That had been the worst fight I'd ever been in. I closed my eyes, and the sounds and sights of the battle flowed back into my mind almost instantly. I forced my eyes open again, breathing hard. I couldn't think about that! I hissed out loud to let my anger out.
"Wildpath? Wildpath!"
I could hear Mudfires muffled voice calling me from outside the den.
"In here!" I shouted.
His head appeared in the entrance and his eyes narrowed, sweeping my body, as if looking for evidence of a misdeed. The golden orbs fell to rest on my back left leg, cocked at a strange angle and bleeding from the wolf bite on it. It was the same leg that he had treated when we first met.
Mudfire's eyes widened, "Wildpath! That's a serious injury! And that's your weak leg too! Come into the medicine den, NOW!!!"
I sighed, but struggled up anyway. I tried putting weight on it but it crumpled under me in pain, it seemed to have gotten worse.
"It's the adrenaline," Mudfire growled. "It wore off so the wound hurts more now."
He walked over to where I was lying and helped me up, letting me lean againt him like he did after I escaped from the twolegs. His thick warm pelt felt comforting, and we moved like one cat, steps matching perfectly. We finally reached the medicine den and he forced me into the nest second closest to his, the closest being occupied by Icepelt, who was muttering in his sleep.
"Here," he said, pushing some frost-covered lichen towards me, chew that up and then put it on your wound. You know better than I where it hurts; if it stings that's good." And he stalked off grumbling to himself.
That made Wildpath feel better, more at home, for some reason so after she chewed up the lichen, she fell into a peaceful sleep almost instantly.
(June 25, 2011 - 10:47 am)