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Post by Graystar on Oct 20, 2007 13:04:05 GMT -5
Plot: StarClan and the place of no stars are at war. Tigerstar is the leader of the evil cats, and the leader of StarClan is Firestar. Brambleclaw has joined his father's side as long with Hawkfrost.
My characters: Firestar and Graystripe
Firestar paced back and forth. What was he gonna do? He glanced at his mate, Sandstorm who looked very upset. Squirrelflight's eyes were filled with tears. "Brambleclaw made his choice, Squirrelflight. He let us know who really felt loyal to." he growled softly.
Graystripe sat to the side next to Silverstream. "I thought he was better than that. He chose us over him in the war against TigerClan. Why now?" he snarled.
Firestar looked at Graystripe. "Only Brambleclaw knows."
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Post by {Oo.Shadewing.oO} on Oct 21, 2007 20:30:50 GMT -5
ooh! Could I be Hawkfrost and Mothwing?
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Post by Graystar on Oct 22, 2007 10:20:52 GMT -5
ooc: yep. You can be whoever you want
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Post by =<Pantherpelt>= on Oct 22, 2007 10:35:31 GMT -5
i wanna be jaypaw! >.>
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Post by Graystar on Oct 22, 2007 10:36:01 GMT -5
ooc: Then be him. I said you can be whoever. xD >.<
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Post by =<Pantherpelt>= on Oct 22, 2007 10:50:15 GMT -5
Jaypaw sorts through his stash of herbs and lets out a massive yawn. "I wonder if Firestar will notice his tail sometime soon."
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Post by Graystar on Oct 22, 2007 11:04:55 GMT -5
Firestar glanced over at Jaypaw. "I make you think notice his tail, when I make you eat yours." he purred with amusement before turning back to Sandstorm and Graystripe.
Graystripe burst out into laughter at Jaypaw's comment. "Nice one." he whispered.
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Post by Squirrelstar on Oct 22, 2007 17:45:35 GMT -5
OOC:I wanna be squirrelflight XD
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Post by Graystar on Oct 22, 2007 18:08:52 GMT -5
ooc: -sighs- like I said...be who you want! >.<
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Crystalstar
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Pretty as a crystal, sharper than a knife, mess me up and I'll screw up your life. Yeah, I said it.
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Post by Crystalstar on Oct 23, 2007 20:09:50 GMT -5
Ooc: I'll be Tigerstar.
Bic:
A large figure loomed by a tree in his dark domain, clearly in thought to the point of oblivion. Had there not been a strange shadowy quality to his already dark tabby fur, one would think him to be a normal warrior of the earth. No, he was far past that. No longer did his paws touch solid ground, nor would they ever again. But he would never be past revenge, not when Firestar still had to pay for what he had done.
Oh, how sweet it would be! Seeing him cower before the might of his better, ginger fur on end, at last curling up like the kittypet he truly was! More dark cats had gathered around him, prepared for the sweet victory ahead. Tigerstar did not know if blood could possibly be spilled here, where lives could not be lost; if it could, all the better. Even after life he had longed still for the taste of kittypet blood.
Gold eyes shone with malice as he finally looked up from his thoughts. The StarClan warriors had gathered also, prepared to battle no doubt. A small chuckle escaped him, in no way warm and in every way filled with searing hatred. As if they would win! No, the weaklings would finally step aside and let the strong, powerful cats take control. The game was about to be won. Playtime was over.
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Post by =<Pantherpelt>= on Oct 24, 2007 10:50:10 GMT -5
Jaypaw flips his tail trying to work out what Firestar said, and giving up just explains himself. "You definately need some mouse bile on that tail, if that tick gets any larger, it could pop and you'll get very sick."
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Post by {Oo.Shadewing.oO} on Oct 31, 2007 18:30:54 GMT -5
A large brown tabby tom stalked through the dark forest, feeling the silence enveloping him. He stepped from between to blurry trees and stood before his father: Tigerstar. His own green eyes gleamed as he growled deeply, "Tigerstar, I've arrived. Starclan is gathering on the Twilight border between our dark forest and their starclan. Are we ready to attack?" The huge tom looked around at the shadowy forms that lingered far away from him. He knew that in the dark forest, it was nearly impossible to find other cats and you were stuck alone for most of eternity. But, there were other ways to gather. If one stood on the border between the two clans of dead cats and looked in one direction, cats were gathering there. They had much space between them, but they were assembling from all over the dark land.
Hawkfrost turned his eyes back to his father and stood tall and proud, "Let's go now, before the sun sets and the stars light up their territory." Hawkfrost had been waiting for this moment ever since he'd arrived at death's gates: the cats of the dark forest would lead to the downfall of starclan and would leave the clans in utter destruction. The only clan that had truly survived without the help of their goody-goody ancestors was Shadowclan, and the other clans would crawl to their feet and be ruled by them. Oh how glorious that day would be! He had been from Riverclan, yes, but his father had ruled Shadowclan and so he knew the clan must have some worth left over.
A lithe golden tabby lay in the riverclan medicine cats den twitching. She was having a dream, but it wasn't about starclan, for she didn't believe in them... Golden eyes flew open, looking around to see a copse of shadowy trees leaning around her like bars of a cage. Mothwing picked herself up from where she lay and moved towards a starry area that provided more light that the wretched dark forest where she was.
She saw cats- lots of them. They looked ready for battle, and she walked forward uncertainly. She saw a cat that looked like her brother, and another tom that looked like Tigerstar. She crouched down and advanced slowly, her skin starting to tingle. She listened intently at the words being exchanged between not only her brother, but she turned and tried to follow other conversation...something about sta-
Mothwing gasped as she was jolted into wakefulness by a chilling wetness that soaked into her fur. It was raining, and there was a leak in the reed-woven roof of her den. She shook herself dry and moved out of the path of the leak. Mothwing remembered her dream now: The dark forest was going to take down starclan. She would not be affected, but what of Willowpaw? She would need Starclan...riverclan would be devastated. She had to do something...
But no, she just yawned, curled up, and went back to sleep. She didn't need to worry, she was only having odd dreams. There was no such thing as Starclan, of that she was sure!
ooc- is that plot alright? I though that might jazz it up a bit...[/size]
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