Post by moonscar on May 9, 2009 20:56:01 GMT -8
Allegiances[/u][/b]
ThunderClan:
Leader:
Mousestar: Brown she-cat with black specks on her muzzle. (6 lives left)
Deputy:
Smoketail: White tom with gray tail. 'V' shape in ear
Medicine cat:
Cinderfrost: Tan-orange she-cat with ice blue eyes. Apprentice: None yet
Warriors:
Wolftooth: A silver tom with a bottle brushed tail. Apprentice: Pinepaw
Suneye: A gold tabby tom with orange stripes. One amber eye and one violet. Apprentice: Gorsepaw
Fireclaw: An orange she-cat with brown stripes. Apprentice: Hailpaw
Silverfur: Dark silver she-cat; often caked in mud.
Hawkclaw: Extreamly dark brown tabby tom. Apprentice: Moonpaw
Swiftclaw: A fast, agile she-cat. Bio-colored; black and white. Formaly of WindClan
Duskwind: A light black tom with curious eyes Apprentice: Dawnpaw
Apprentices:
Pinepaw: A deep brown tom with white paws
Gorsepaw: A yellow-orangish she-cat
Hailpaw: A blue-gray tom with dark gray streaks on his back.
Moonpaw: A gray she-cat with pitch black markings over her eyes.
Dawnpaw: A pale ginger (Starting at her tail) she cat with emerging brightness along her body. (Ending in a bright orange)
Queens:
Beechfur: A pale brown she-cat with tired eyes Kits: Brackenkit (Molted brown tom)
Elders:
Talonfoot: An old tom with long claws.
ShadowClan:
Leader:
Lizardstar: A rough coated tom with brown fur. (Lives left, Unknown)
Deputy:
Sandclaw: A very pale ginger tom; almost white. Apprentice: Racoonpaw
Medicine cat:
Sapfur: A black she-cat that is always sticky with something Apprentice: Yewpaw
Warriors:
Brambletail: A small tortishell she-cat. Apprentice: Juniperpaw
Rabbitfur: A soft white tabby she-cat a long cut in her ear.
Nightshadow: A constanly laughing black tom.
Moondust: A brown tabby she-cat with gray specks on her tail. Apprentice: Jaypaw
Foxtail: A dusty red tom with a bottle-brushed tail
Hazeclaw: A gray tom with gray eyes. (Not blind) Apprentice: Stonepaw
Pebblefur: An oddly bright gray she-cat.
Apprentices:
Racoonpaw: A gray tom with black marks like a racoon.
Yewpaw: A tan she-cat with black points on her muzzle, tail and paws.
Juniperpaw: A dark gray/dark green tom with black paws.
Jaypaw: A blue/gray she-cat.
Stonepaw: A pure gray tom
Queens:
Lavendernose: A white she-cat. Kits: Mousekit (Orange she-kit)
Elders:
Tallwisker: A blind, brown tabby she-cat. Oldest cat in warrior cats history and is a prime story teller.
WindClan:
Leader:
Kalestar: A molted tabby cat with a semi greenish tint. (2 lives left)
Deputy:
Wolfcry: A gray she-cat with a pure white muzzle.
Medicine cat:
Juniperclaw: A gray-blue tom without a tail.
Warriors:
Burntleaf: A molted maroon tabby tom with a disformed paw.
Riverstone: A blue-gray she-cat with gray markings on her forehead.
Jackleheart: A theiving she-cat with leopard like spots. Formaly a rouge called Jackle.
Spottedpelt: A calico tom with a split ear.
Silvermask: A small black she-cat with a silver face.
Turtleback: A muscular brown tabby tom.
Apprentices:
Blackpaw: A white she-cat with a black ear.
Icepaw: A white tom with a VERY light blue tint
Pedalpaw: An orange tabby she-cat
Lionpaw: A fire orange tom.
Queens:
Tigerlily: An orange she-cat with black stripes. Kits: Expecting
RiverClan:
Leader:
Hollystar: A brown she-cat with a black tail.
Deputy:
Heatherclaw: A pale ginger tom with brown eyes
Prologue[/u][/b]
The cat's wretched body slunk through the mangled undergrowth. She snickered to herself at times, meaning nothing apart from her emerging madness. The cat raised her head to the moon and silently hissed, "I'm going" After her brief confrontation of the moon, she slunk into the undergrowth, her silvery fur lossing it's gloss out of the moonlight. She twiched her wiskers, which were dwindling. She cackled to herself once more before emerging out of the bushes to a silvery pool. "I'm doing what you asked shining spirits." She muttered, looking up once more. "So, this is what they call 'Silverpelt.'" She looked over the stream to a thick forest. She took a pawstep into the stream, not flinching from the icey waters. She closed her eyes after and started to wade through it. The water made her stomach clench as she arived into the middle of it. A hushed wind blew from the moorlands, coxing her onward. "I'm not letting you down spirits." She muttered. A twig snapped from beneth her paws as she climbed to the shore line. She looked onward, another stream which could be jumped easily. Taking her chance, she leaped across, her tail only geting wet my the tip. The cat looked onward with curious eyes and slunk into the forest. The trees were sheding their leaves and it seemed barren to her. The wretched cat gave a disgruntled hiss. "You said cats would be here!" She screached at the moon, her ears laid back as her silver fur glowed.
"INTRUDER!" A voice screached from behind. A molted cat that was no more than five moons leaped at her.
The she cat laughed her cackling laugh and pinned the kit down in a heart beat. "Young one, you have a lot to learn." She cackled. Her laughing was cut off by a sharp bite on her tail.
"LET HIM GO YOU ROUGE!" Another cat screached. Her fur was caked with mud which broke off everytime she swished her tail.
The stranger lifted her paw lightly to let the squirming kit go. He quickly placed himself behind the older cat's haunches. "What's a tiny kit doing out here alone anyway?" She croaked.
The mud caked cat only yowled in frustration and bared her teeth. "Your going back to camp with us." She growled
"What if I don't wish to comply?" The silver cat retorted, swiping her tounge over her muzzle.
Another sound of frustraition came from the cat's mouth. "More cat's are coming now." She mewed reprochfully.
True to her word, the wretched cat was surrounded by glowing eyes, each pair eyeing her like a piece of prey.
"Bring her to camp, NOW!" The mud-caked cat yowled, her eyes glowing with sadisfaction.
The silver cat only could manage a growl before she was forced to the camp by the many other cats in the shadows.
ThunderClan:
Leader:
Mousestar: Brown she-cat with black specks on her muzzle. (6 lives left)
Deputy:
Smoketail: White tom with gray tail. 'V' shape in ear
Medicine cat:
Cinderfrost: Tan-orange she-cat with ice blue eyes. Apprentice: None yet
Warriors:
Wolftooth: A silver tom with a bottle brushed tail. Apprentice: Pinepaw
Suneye: A gold tabby tom with orange stripes. One amber eye and one violet. Apprentice: Gorsepaw
Fireclaw: An orange she-cat with brown stripes. Apprentice: Hailpaw
Silverfur: Dark silver she-cat; often caked in mud.
Hawkclaw: Extreamly dark brown tabby tom. Apprentice: Moonpaw
Swiftclaw: A fast, agile she-cat. Bio-colored; black and white. Formaly of WindClan
Duskwind: A light black tom with curious eyes Apprentice: Dawnpaw
Apprentices:
Pinepaw: A deep brown tom with white paws
Gorsepaw: A yellow-orangish she-cat
Hailpaw: A blue-gray tom with dark gray streaks on his back.
Moonpaw: A gray she-cat with pitch black markings over her eyes.
Dawnpaw: A pale ginger (Starting at her tail) she cat with emerging brightness along her body. (Ending in a bright orange)
Queens:
Beechfur: A pale brown she-cat with tired eyes Kits: Brackenkit (Molted brown tom)
Elders:
Talonfoot: An old tom with long claws.
ShadowClan:
Leader:
Lizardstar: A rough coated tom with brown fur. (Lives left, Unknown)
Deputy:
Sandclaw: A very pale ginger tom; almost white. Apprentice: Racoonpaw
Medicine cat:
Sapfur: A black she-cat that is always sticky with something Apprentice: Yewpaw
Warriors:
Brambletail: A small tortishell she-cat. Apprentice: Juniperpaw
Rabbitfur: A soft white tabby she-cat a long cut in her ear.
Nightshadow: A constanly laughing black tom.
Moondust: A brown tabby she-cat with gray specks on her tail. Apprentice: Jaypaw
Foxtail: A dusty red tom with a bottle-brushed tail
Hazeclaw: A gray tom with gray eyes. (Not blind) Apprentice: Stonepaw
Pebblefur: An oddly bright gray she-cat.
Apprentices:
Racoonpaw: A gray tom with black marks like a racoon.
Yewpaw: A tan she-cat with black points on her muzzle, tail and paws.
Juniperpaw: A dark gray/dark green tom with black paws.
Jaypaw: A blue/gray she-cat.
Stonepaw: A pure gray tom
Queens:
Lavendernose: A white she-cat. Kits: Mousekit (Orange she-kit)
Elders:
Tallwisker: A blind, brown tabby she-cat. Oldest cat in warrior cats history and is a prime story teller.
WindClan:
Leader:
Kalestar: A molted tabby cat with a semi greenish tint. (2 lives left)
Deputy:
Wolfcry: A gray she-cat with a pure white muzzle.
Medicine cat:
Juniperclaw: A gray-blue tom without a tail.
Warriors:
Burntleaf: A molted maroon tabby tom with a disformed paw.
Riverstone: A blue-gray she-cat with gray markings on her forehead.
Jackleheart: A theiving she-cat with leopard like spots. Formaly a rouge called Jackle.
Spottedpelt: A calico tom with a split ear.
Silvermask: A small black she-cat with a silver face.
Turtleback: A muscular brown tabby tom.
Apprentices:
Blackpaw: A white she-cat with a black ear.
Icepaw: A white tom with a VERY light blue tint
Pedalpaw: An orange tabby she-cat
Lionpaw: A fire orange tom.
Queens:
Tigerlily: An orange she-cat with black stripes. Kits: Expecting
RiverClan:
Leader:
Hollystar: A brown she-cat with a black tail.
Deputy:
Heatherclaw: A pale ginger tom with brown eyes
Prologue[/u][/b]
The cat's wretched body slunk through the mangled undergrowth. She snickered to herself at times, meaning nothing apart from her emerging madness. The cat raised her head to the moon and silently hissed, "I'm going" After her brief confrontation of the moon, she slunk into the undergrowth, her silvery fur lossing it's gloss out of the moonlight. She twiched her wiskers, which were dwindling. She cackled to herself once more before emerging out of the bushes to a silvery pool. "I'm doing what you asked shining spirits." She muttered, looking up once more. "So, this is what they call 'Silverpelt.'" She looked over the stream to a thick forest. She took a pawstep into the stream, not flinching from the icey waters. She closed her eyes after and started to wade through it. The water made her stomach clench as she arived into the middle of it. A hushed wind blew from the moorlands, coxing her onward. "I'm not letting you down spirits." She muttered. A twig snapped from beneth her paws as she climbed to the shore line. She looked onward, another stream which could be jumped easily. Taking her chance, she leaped across, her tail only geting wet my the tip. The cat looked onward with curious eyes and slunk into the forest. The trees were sheding their leaves and it seemed barren to her. The wretched cat gave a disgruntled hiss. "You said cats would be here!" She screached at the moon, her ears laid back as her silver fur glowed.
"INTRUDER!" A voice screached from behind. A molted cat that was no more than five moons leaped at her.
The she cat laughed her cackling laugh and pinned the kit down in a heart beat. "Young one, you have a lot to learn." She cackled. Her laughing was cut off by a sharp bite on her tail.
"LET HIM GO YOU ROUGE!" Another cat screached. Her fur was caked with mud which broke off everytime she swished her tail.
The stranger lifted her paw lightly to let the squirming kit go. He quickly placed himself behind the older cat's haunches. "What's a tiny kit doing out here alone anyway?" She croaked.
The mud caked cat only yowled in frustration and bared her teeth. "Your going back to camp with us." She growled
"What if I don't wish to comply?" The silver cat retorted, swiping her tounge over her muzzle.
Another sound of frustraition came from the cat's mouth. "More cat's are coming now." She mewed reprochfully.
True to her word, the wretched cat was surrounded by glowing eyes, each pair eyeing her like a piece of prey.
"Bring her to camp, NOW!" The mud-caked cat yowled, her eyes glowing with sadisfaction.
The silver cat only could manage a growl before she was forced to the camp by the many other cats in the shadows.