Post by LeBlueSlime on Mar 20, 2018 22:39:34 GMT -5
PINNACLECLAN
has a page that is a WIP, but you can make a form
The Eternal Journey
The clouds roared over a vast tundra. A strong blizzard had ensued, blinding all who came near. There was no life except for a determined she-cat, speeding through the harsh snowfall. She had her kit in tow, and she would protect them, no matter the cost. The Clan she had once belonged to was far away now, she thought. The snow crunched under her paws; there was no sign of the storm’s end. She came to a stop, and rested her front paws on the chest of her kit. A few minutes ago, they were wheezing, but their heartbeat was stable, as if they were desperately trying to stay alive. Now that heartbeat was beginning to dwindle, and its wheezing was more apparent than ever. The mother had lost her other two kits to this storm. If she lost this kit, she’d have to lose herself too. Devastated, she yowled, hoping that StarClan would hear her plea. A response seemingly came, as at that moment, the clouds parted to reveal a sparkling blue sky. The last snowflakes fell, and the storm dispersed into other territories. Gazing upwards, the young mother could see a light falling towards her.
“Owlwing?”
The mother gasped. She recognised this voice. It was like no other. It was her mother, Feathercatcher. She had tried to get her kit across the river that bordered the woodland and the snowfields, and while she had succeeded, her paws had grown dangerously weak from paddling. She was unable to swim back, and tragically, Owlwing was forced to watch her mother drown. It all happened because of WoodClan, their former residence who had decided to stand against Owlwing’s family due to their untrustworthy nature; they had been known for playing pranks.
“Feathercatcher... I thought I’d never hear your voice again...” Owlwing said, her voice cracking. The light that was Feathercatcher came close, as if to comfort her. Then it seemed to explode into blinding white, and stood before Owlwing was the shimmery figure of her mother. Owlwing fell into a sitting position, but quickly got up with glee.
“Mom!” she cried, swiftly approaching her figure. Though as she took every pawstep, Feathercatcher seemed to get farther and farther away. With much confusion, Owlwing sat down again. “Mom, is that you? Are you really there?”
“Darkness has come upon our family.” Feathercatcher began, and a still confused Owlwing listened. “You must form a new Clan, one that will not oppose WoodClan, but rather follow its own goal. You and your coming Clanmates are destinied to reach the pinnacle of the tallest mountain, set in the heart of this tundra.”
Owlwing gazed upwards. Through the clear sky, it was easy to see the mountainpeak Feathercatcher was referring to. It stretched above cloud-level, and it was covered in misty gray fog, presumably from the height. Owlwing was sure it almost touched Silverpelt, and she too felt that she had to go there. But what did Feathercatcher mean by her “coming Clanmates”?
“I don’t know anyone who’d follow us out here, Mom, and it’s too dangerous to turn back. Where will I find my Clanmates?”
Feathercatcher chuckled. “Oh, Owlwing, do not fret.” She looked all around her, and Owlwing did too.
“StarClan has sent out one message to many cats around the world. We do not know who they are, but we can be sure that they are good cats. They have been told to meet you near the mountain’s base, under the largest willow tree.” Owlwing could faintly see the tree near the base of the mountain.
“It is beside a deep pool, and close to many arctic hare and caribou herds.” Feathercatcher continued. “You, your Clan and your kit will have all you need in your first camp.”
The kit, who was recovering in Owlwing’s lap, seemed to respond positively to this. They licked Owlwing’s belly, and their young mother couldn’t help but giggle. Owlwing felt much relief now that she knew her kit was feeling fine, and she perked up to ask Feathercatcher another question.
“First camp?” she inquired.
Feathercatcher nodded. “You and your Clan will travel further up the mountain every half-moon. For yet another half-moon, your journey will continue, until you choose a new camp for your cats to rest in. That will make up your entire journey. You will encounter rough spots along the way, and it will undoubtedly take much more than twelve moons, but the end result will please you.”
Owlwing felt the confidence flowing through her veins, and so she knew she was ready to be a leader. “Thank you, mother. I don’t think there’s anything else to ask.” she eventually replied. Feathercatcher smiled, feeling the same bravery her kit currently had.
“Then the ceremony can begin. Owlwing, since your Clan is just about to form, there are no cats to give you lives. However, StarClan has agreed to donate nine lives from a special place. State clearly the name of your Clan, and StarClan will bestow those lives upon you.”
Owlwing thought hard. She stared at the glistening snowy mountain, and thought about how its towering peak seemed to pierce the sky like a giant claw. The first word Feathercatcher had used to refer to it was...
“PinnacleClan.” Owlwing stated as clearly as she could. “I call my Clan PinnacleClan.”
To Be Continued...
RULES
- This roleplay is in no way exempt from Falcon Development’s rules. Please follow them. -
- It’s okay to break the Warrior Code, but since PinnacleClan has strong belief in StarClan, it is advised that you don’t do it too much. If the Warrior Code is broken too frequently, the punishment will be injuries or exile from the Clan. -
- Do not express phobic behaviour towards sexual orientation. If you don’t like homos, bis or etc. don’t join this roleplay, because you’ll undoubtedly find that these sexualities are expressed here. -
- It’s okay to make a few spelling and/or grammar mistakes, but if you make a post that says “Darkpw wen ova to da fance and st their for a whil”, you will be warned. Next time you’ll be given a strike, and once you have two strikes and you make another post with too many spelling and/or grammar mistakes, you’ll be kicked out of the roleplay. -
- Don’t double-post, please. If you need to add something in, edit your post. -
- No godmodding or perfect characters! This is a very important rule. It may be fun for you, but nobody else likes it. Using perfect characters or godmodding will get you instantly kicked out of the roleplay whether you like it or not. -
- The password to join the roleplay is Blizzard. -
FORM (copy and paste)
PinnacleClan has no rogues or kittypets in their territory. You must message me (leblueslime) if you want to make a loner or evil character.
The current gender ratio is 7 shes > 6 toms.
Medicine Cat is CLOSED until a medicine cat dies or drops out of roleplay.
has a page that is a WIP, but you can make a form
The Eternal Journey
Founder: | LeBlueSlime | Build: | Long-haired; muscular |
Leader: | Owlstar | Beliefs: | StarClan, Place of No Stars |
Deputy: | TBD | Cat Total: | 15/30 - OPEN and ACCEPTING |
The clouds roared over a vast tundra. A strong blizzard had ensued, blinding all who came near. There was no life except for a determined she-cat, speeding through the harsh snowfall. She had her kit in tow, and she would protect them, no matter the cost. The Clan she had once belonged to was far away now, she thought. The snow crunched under her paws; there was no sign of the storm’s end. She came to a stop, and rested her front paws on the chest of her kit. A few minutes ago, they were wheezing, but their heartbeat was stable, as if they were desperately trying to stay alive. Now that heartbeat was beginning to dwindle, and its wheezing was more apparent than ever. The mother had lost her other two kits to this storm. If she lost this kit, she’d have to lose herself too. Devastated, she yowled, hoping that StarClan would hear her plea. A response seemingly came, as at that moment, the clouds parted to reveal a sparkling blue sky. The last snowflakes fell, and the storm dispersed into other territories. Gazing upwards, the young mother could see a light falling towards her.
“Owlwing?”
The mother gasped. She recognised this voice. It was like no other. It was her mother, Feathercatcher. She had tried to get her kit across the river that bordered the woodland and the snowfields, and while she had succeeded, her paws had grown dangerously weak from paddling. She was unable to swim back, and tragically, Owlwing was forced to watch her mother drown. It all happened because of WoodClan, their former residence who had decided to stand against Owlwing’s family due to their untrustworthy nature; they had been known for playing pranks.
“Feathercatcher... I thought I’d never hear your voice again...” Owlwing said, her voice cracking. The light that was Feathercatcher came close, as if to comfort her. Then it seemed to explode into blinding white, and stood before Owlwing was the shimmery figure of her mother. Owlwing fell into a sitting position, but quickly got up with glee.
“Mom!” she cried, swiftly approaching her figure. Though as she took every pawstep, Feathercatcher seemed to get farther and farther away. With much confusion, Owlwing sat down again. “Mom, is that you? Are you really there?”
“Darkness has come upon our family.” Feathercatcher began, and a still confused Owlwing listened. “You must form a new Clan, one that will not oppose WoodClan, but rather follow its own goal. You and your coming Clanmates are destinied to reach the pinnacle of the tallest mountain, set in the heart of this tundra.”
Owlwing gazed upwards. Through the clear sky, it was easy to see the mountainpeak Feathercatcher was referring to. It stretched above cloud-level, and it was covered in misty gray fog, presumably from the height. Owlwing was sure it almost touched Silverpelt, and she too felt that she had to go there. But what did Feathercatcher mean by her “coming Clanmates”?
“I don’t know anyone who’d follow us out here, Mom, and it’s too dangerous to turn back. Where will I find my Clanmates?”
Feathercatcher chuckled. “Oh, Owlwing, do not fret.” She looked all around her, and Owlwing did too.
“StarClan has sent out one message to many cats around the world. We do not know who they are, but we can be sure that they are good cats. They have been told to meet you near the mountain’s base, under the largest willow tree.” Owlwing could faintly see the tree near the base of the mountain.
“It is beside a deep pool, and close to many arctic hare and caribou herds.” Feathercatcher continued. “You, your Clan and your kit will have all you need in your first camp.”
The kit, who was recovering in Owlwing’s lap, seemed to respond positively to this. They licked Owlwing’s belly, and their young mother couldn’t help but giggle. Owlwing felt much relief now that she knew her kit was feeling fine, and she perked up to ask Feathercatcher another question.
“First camp?” she inquired.
Feathercatcher nodded. “You and your Clan will travel further up the mountain every half-moon. For yet another half-moon, your journey will continue, until you choose a new camp for your cats to rest in. That will make up your entire journey. You will encounter rough spots along the way, and it will undoubtedly take much more than twelve moons, but the end result will please you.”
Owlwing felt the confidence flowing through her veins, and so she knew she was ready to be a leader. “Thank you, mother. I don’t think there’s anything else to ask.” she eventually replied. Feathercatcher smiled, feeling the same bravery her kit currently had.
“Then the ceremony can begin. Owlwing, since your Clan is just about to form, there are no cats to give you lives. However, StarClan has agreed to donate nine lives from a special place. State clearly the name of your Clan, and StarClan will bestow those lives upon you.”
Owlwing thought hard. She stared at the glistening snowy mountain, and thought about how its towering peak seemed to pierce the sky like a giant claw. The first word Feathercatcher had used to refer to it was...
“PinnacleClan.” Owlwing stated as clearly as she could. “I call my Clan PinnacleClan.”
To Be Continued...
RULES
- This roleplay is in no way exempt from Falcon Development’s rules. Please follow them. -
- It’s okay to break the Warrior Code, but since PinnacleClan has strong belief in StarClan, it is advised that you don’t do it too much. If the Warrior Code is broken too frequently, the punishment will be injuries or exile from the Clan. -
- Do not express phobic behaviour towards sexual orientation. If you don’t like homos, bis or etc. don’t join this roleplay, because you’ll undoubtedly find that these sexualities are expressed here. -
- It’s okay to make a few spelling and/or grammar mistakes, but if you make a post that says “Darkpw wen ova to da fance and st their for a whil”, you will be warned. Next time you’ll be given a strike, and once you have two strikes and you make another post with too many spelling and/or grammar mistakes, you’ll be kicked out of the roleplay. -
- Don’t double-post, please. If you need to add something in, edit your post. -
- No godmodding or perfect characters! This is a very important rule. It may be fun for you, but nobody else likes it. Using perfect characters or godmodding will get you instantly kicked out of the roleplay whether you like it or not. -
- The password to join the roleplay is Blizzard. -
FORM (copy and paste)
PinnacleClan has no rogues or kittypets in their territory. You must message me (leblueslime) if you want to make a loner or evil character.
The current gender ratio is 7 shes > 6 toms.
Medicine Cat is CLOSED until a medicine cat dies or drops out of roleplay.
[b]Username (not screen-name):[/b]
[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] (Tom/She-cat/Other)
[b]Orientation:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Description:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Skills:[/b]
[b]Flaws (At least one major flaw or two minor flaws, and one flaw per two skills):[/b]
[b]Relations:[/b]
[b]Backstory:[/b]
[b]Wants/has mate and/or kits?:[/b]
[b]Other Details:[/b]
[b]Password:[/b]