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
Leaf-Fall, -2 °C - 12°C
De dagen worden korter. Het regent veel en de prooidieren trekken zich terug.
Onderwerp: Mother would be proud za 11 jan 2020 - 22:41
Well, there he was a falcon among crows.
His tail lashed, the stink overwhelming him as he shook out his fur. Clawing his way outside of the apprentice's den. He hated being in the same place as those filthy creatures, but no warrior understood the danger they would bring. Ravenpaw didn't, stupid furball. But perhaps there was one cat who would understand him, one that bore the same pain he did. He saw his sister and stepped towards her. Giving a lick of his chest to get the stink off. "Chilly." He spoke to her narrowing his eyes a bit. "We need to talk, about mother." He watched her reaction. He had little to do with his siblings, he didn't get along with them as kits and doubted they would care much for him besides as a sparring partner. But there was one thing they all agreed in. Their mother was the best cat there was, and their mother needed to be protected and loved. And she would understand that mother needed to be protected from those tiny devils those parasites living inside their camp.
Onderwerp: Re: Mother would be proud za 11 jan 2020 - 23:24
Chillypaw walked out of the apprenticeden as one of the first. She stretched her paws and was just about to walk to the medicine cats den to check on her mother when her brother started speaking to her. Chillypaw gave him a friendly smile. Hoarsepaw was often all business and no fun - he didn't always seem to feel like he belonged with their siblings. Chillypaw had learned to give him some space, although she would fight to protect him just as much as her other siblings if she deemed it necessary. As Hoarsepaw told her they should speak about mother, worry grew in her gaze. "Is she alright?", was her first question. Maybe her health had suddenly declined, or maybe she had -stubborn as Slatefur could be- done something dangerous. In any case, Chillypaw's paws itched to check and to fix what could be fixed.
Onderwerp: Re: Mother would be proud zo 2 feb 2020 - 22:44
Well, there he was a falcon among crows.
He sighed soft as Chilly immediatly thought that he was going to say something horrible. Ofcourse he wasn't. He knew his mom, mom was strong, mom could handle a stupid cat's attack. "No no, she is alright." He reassured her immediatly and pushed his nose a bit to her ear. "But I know what I need to do." He whispered softly, blinking as he watched her. "We need to get revenge for her.. Those kits of Sin, they are a bigger problem. They will break Shadowclan from the inside out Chilly." He swallowed staring intently at her. Knowing she should understand, hoping she would agree.
Onderwerp: Re: Mother would be proud ma 3 feb 2020 - 16:11
Luckily, it appeared that her mother was not harmed anymore than she already was. Chillypaw relaxed a little when Hoarsepaw reassured her, looking at him with curious eyes when he said that he knew what to do. However, he started talking about Sin's kits who had, as far as she knew, done absolutely nothing wrong. It just seemed wrong to her to assume that they would be like their mother. "But we have no proof that they will do anything", she answered, stepping back a little from her brother's intense gaze. She would never do anything she didn't agree with, and hurting or fearing others just because of who their parents were was not something she would ever agree with. Not until she had proof they should do something about them, at least.