We're part of a story, part of a tale. We're all on this journey, no one is to stay. Where ever it's going. What is the way?
Welcome
Warrior Cats is een rollenspel gebaseerd op de serie 'Warriors' van Erin Hunter. Je verkent hier al schrijvend de geliefde wereld van de Clankatten, rogues en kittypets. Dit doe je door je eigen karakter aan te maken, waarbij je bijna alles zelf mag bepalen over uiterlijk en karakter. Wild of tam, goed of slecht, sociaal of eenling? Help jij oorlogen te voorkomen? Of ben je een van de katten die hongerig opzoek is naar een groter territorium en meer macht? Het kan allemaal op Warrior Cats.
KIND OF WEATHER
LEAFBARE
Season
Leafbare, -8°C - 3°C
Het blad is nu volledig van de bomen af en iedere ochtend wordt je begroet met rijp aan de takken en een kille wind. Gepaard met winterse neerslag, is het woud gehuld in een witte deken.
Onderwerp: Like a widow weighing down her faith wo 8 jan 2020 - 21:07
FACE MY FEARS
Golden sun dappled her white pelt on what might be one of the very last warm leafbare days. Leaves started to yellow and painted the forest in beautiful warm colors. She loved the season normally, the only downside being that the herbs the clan used most would die out soon. Rousebell would be good to their local patches of herbs, she taught her about keeping those safe for the clan. Her eyes closed slowly as Mistgaze let her guard down for a moment. Thinking about moments that had passed. All the good time she spent with Rowanflight, with Acefray, with... Firedance. Truth be told, she was avoiding a meeting with her sister. She knew it wouldn't be long before the two would bump into each other anyhow, it was meant to be. She had to face the wrath that Firedance held against her. Her tail twitched slowly only thinking about the confrontation. It wouldn't be a pretty one. Her ears turned and Mistgaze was pulled from her deep thoughts by a sound. When her head turned around she saw a familiar shape in the distance. "I knew we would walk into each other one way or another." she sighed. The time had come to talk things out. "Figured it would be me who would walk into you, but turns out it's the other way around."
- Firedance only
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