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?
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
Greenleaf, 18 °C - 35°C
Het water staat nog steeds hoog, maar de temperaturen stijgen als maar meer. De Clans krijgen geen tijd om te wennen aan de warmte.
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps ma 20 jan 2020 - 0:33
darling, you look like you can kill
Snorri noticed that the two had bonded since he had left. The mottled she-cat seemed content, almost happy. She also went crazy for the mice he had caught for her. They were gone in a heartbeat. She must have been really hungry, after eating nothing but scraps for days. She even thanked them for the food. A crooked smile came on the tom-cats face. This was just the beginning of their favors. Soons these favors would need some payment. And then Whyvern would be in a place where they would not take no for an answer. She would have to learn the hard way. They all did. But after a while they would become hardened fighters, laughing at death. Sigrún seemed to enjoy this part of the journey. She was in her role, smiling and purring like a kittypet. Talking about family already. Yeah sure. Why not, the she-cat could become their family for a short while. Just long enough to get her settled. But then it would become clear that blood was first. Snorri would never betray his sister. Whyvern was already crying like the little girl she was. He sighed and even moved a bit closer to the two she-cats. ‘Don't worry, we will protect you,’ he added to Sigrúns words. He gave her a little prod, just trying to lift her spirits up. He glanced outside, to the ever falling rain. He looked back at Sigrún. He would love to sleep in their warm nests, but it seemed that they would have to sleep in this can. He looked back at the mottled she-cat. ‘You look tired,’ he mewed softly. ‘Maybe you should sleep. We will watch over you,’ he said with a encouraging smile. And while she would sleep, he could talk things over with his sister.
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps ma 27 jan 2020 - 21:45
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The she-cat had curled her tail around Wyvern, making her feel safe and secure for the first time in sunrises. Her tiny pink jaws parted in a large yawn and she curled herself up some more, relishing this feeling of security. Perhaps she was quick to trust, but she had nowhere else to go. So she grasped this chance with all her paws and claws.
She was jolted awake by the scent of mouse however, and when Sigrún mentioned that was what family did, Wyvern's eyes widened in disbelief. Family.. she got another family... Warm bubbles of happiness rose up in her chest, making her feel jittery. Tiredness quickly washed over her again however when the warm tail of the she-cat was placed over her. She jerked up again when the Tom-cat prodded her, but didn't hiss at him this time. If she was family.. then he was family as well. Quietly rose her head and bumped it against his white front paw in a friendly gesture, purring softly, before nodding at his suggestion and curling up beside him, closing her eyes and drifting away quickly to sleep. She buried her head in his tail fur and shifted her shoulders to become comfortable. Quietly she purred on until she entered a more deep sleep
She was glad that the mottled she-cat trusted them. This would not be for nothing, this would be something amazing and the whole elite would be happy with their decisions. Cobra would be proud of them for doing something like this. And it would be great as well when the she-cat would grow into the huge cat she imagined her to be. She would be bigger than Snorri and she was and she would be able to protect them. She woulld owe her life to them. Snorri had never been the smart one, not one who could act like he wasn’t himself in front of the other cats. She could. She could easily adapt, purring and acting like she was the nicest she-cat Wyvern could ever meet. As soon as she was adapting to the elite, the she-cat would see that she wasn’t that sweet she-cat. But for now, it was to get her in the elite. They were feeding her and they would teach her as well. She was even talking about being her family- yeah right. She would just speak the words the she-cat wanted to hear. She would tell her a fairy tale, if she wanted to. Even if she had to make one up. How the Elite was the best team to bet on. That the cats in the forest were bullies and drove them out of their territory one day. That they had to pay them back. She could make a great story if she wanted to. ’Don’t worry, we will protect you,’ Snorri spoke to the small she-cat and Sig nodded in agreement. Wyvern even bumped her head friendly against Snorri’s paw. Would you look at that, huh? She was even warming up to her brother. ’You look tired,’ Snorri spoke softly to Why, ’Maybe you should sleep. We will watch over you,’ He continued to speak. Wyvern nodded, before closing her eyes and drifiting off to sleep. When Sig was confident enough that the she-cat was completely gone in her dreams, she grinned widely. Her green-yellow eyes glimmering, with a dark tone. ”This will work out.” She spoke to her brother with a huge grin on her face. ”We’ll have our personal bodyguard. We only need to play nice for a bit. Ease her into the life of Elite.” She spoke as if it was the easiest thing to do in the world. But in her eyes, in her mind, it was.
Onderwerp: Re: Down in the dumps ma 16 maa 2020 - 23:47
darling, you look like you can kill
The scrawny she-cat even seemed to warm up for him. He smiled when she bumped her head against him, but soon created some distance between them when she sunk into sleep. He watched her for a few seconds, after looking at his sister. Sigrún looked smug, he saw it before she even talked. She looked so sure this would all work out in the end. He would work with her, but he was a bit unsure. ‘We can take care of ourselves too, we don't need her.’ He was still a proud tom. He would not cower behind some she-cat, even if she was huge. But he did like the idea that she would be in his dept, taking care of some dirty business. But he would not be do all the work for nothing. They had to make some hours making her the little killer puppet Sigrún had in her mind. It was a nice picture, that was for sure. He then curled himself up. ‘But whatever you want, sis. I'll cooperate,’ he murmured. His eyes went to the rainy outside. No way he would be going out again. She forced him to hunt already. She could take first shift watching over them. Without saying another world he made himself comfortable and closed his eyes, his breath slowing down. ‘Night,’ he muttered softly. Soon he had followed Wyvern's example and dozed of in a calm slumber.