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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
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Season
Greenleaf, 12 °C - 22°C
Het is lekker weer in het woud. Er zijn veel kruiden te vinden nu het water terug getrokken is. Ook prooi is er genoeg. Een mooie tijd voor de Clans.
WHAT'S HAPPENING
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THE ALLEGIANCES
Clans
THUNDERCLAN
RIVERCLAN
WINDCLAN
SHADOWCLAN
TRIBE OF RUSHING WATER
BLOODCLAN
THE MANAGEMENT TEAM
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Deel
 

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Stagtine
Deceased
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“It's hard and ugly to know someone can understand you without even liking you.”

CAT'S PROFILE
Age: ❊ 28 Moons ❊
Gender: Tomcat ♂
Rank: Warrior
Stagtine
BerichtOnderwerp: keep marching on -open-   keep marching on -open- Icon_minitimevr 10 jan 2020 - 21:48


Words are living things.
They have personality, point of view, agenda.

After all this time.. it was still just dust and ash. He had come here once, a long time ago when he still bore the name Stagpaw. He had been defiant. Wanting to see what the place his father had left them for had been. And he had been dissapointed to say the least. Now, all those moons later he stood here again. An hunger aching in his belly as he saw the burnt trees. This could have been his home, couldn't it? He could have been part of Skyclan. Hunt in the trees, love the height and the view they gave. Now after so many moons of training for hunting in the undergrowth he hated the tops of trees. He couldn't find his way in them, felt unsure and unsafe. But this was part of his heritage, his musculair legs told him as much. He sighed deeply stepping over the grounds moving till he was in, what he had heard, the former leaders den. The place his uncle had died, the place his father had probably searched to die in. He laid himself on the ground, touching the dust covered earth and closed his eyes. He had felt troubled lately, hoping that this place would give him some peace of mind, but instead he just felt more lonesome. Whispers of an clan long forgotten all around him. His ancestors. His family. They were all so close here, yet he had never felt more alone.

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It's hard to shake off something
When it's already under your skin


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