Terra

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this is an RPG. (you don't say )

The story is...
After years of being four separate Clans, the Twolegs moved into the territories, forcing many cats to move out of their homes and taking many lives. The remaining cats joined together with the remaining land, making one Clan called Terra, or "Earth". Now, when a new leader comes into power, the others are turned into slaves, forced to build the Servi Wall (Slave's Wall) around the territory. They have to dig deep in the ground for clay in order to keep the growing population of Twolegs out of their small territory.
A few cats have managed to escape Terra. They're simply called the Rebellion, as they're so uncreative and their brains were fried from a lifetime in the Clan. The rebels are trying to free the Terra cats and kill the their leader.
The leader of Terra is called the Warden. He has a name, but no one knows what the heck it is.

You can RP as a Terra cat, or be part of the Rebellion.
Note: There are more slaves than rebels.

Character Form:

Territory Map:

Terra:

the Rebellion:

I will RP the Warden, cuz this guy is cool

Ernestine meowed, "No. We are going to be extremly alert. Quick actions. Make sure every cat that comes through the camp entrance is from here. Broken Fangs. It will make the intruding cat think twice when it atacks." She gave Scar some feathers. "Use these for your nest."

"My nest." she repeated. "Where is my den?" she asked wanting to know where she could place her nest there was a some moss just outside the camp "I can us ethat as well." she added.

~I'm a little lost... Is the Rebellion doing anything major right now?~

"The warriors den will be the biggest den." Ernestine meowed, "The nursery is the most sheltered, as well as the medicine cat's den."

CheeseStar wrote:Warden* a warren is a group of rabbits

The Warden's eyes flashed. "You were brave to speak up, she-cat. Unfortunately, the satisfaction you will receive is not worth the punishment. From now on, you will dig alone, on the East side of Terra. If anyone else would like to say anything, there's still a lot of clay left to dig up." His eyes scanned the cats.

~Was he talking to Dawnshine or Willowpond?~

(Not really. Someone could make friends with Ren though. So far every cat hates him and is his enemy X))

~wait, can someone give me a summary of the RP so far?~

Streamfur wrote:

CheeseStar wrote:Warden* a warren is a group of rabbits

The Warden's eyes flashed. "You were brave to speak up, she-cat. Unfortunately, the satisfaction you will receive is not worth the punishment. From now on, you will dig alone, on the East side of Terra. If anyone else would like to say anything, there's still a lot of clay left to dig up." His eyes scanned the cats.

~Was he talking to Dawnshine or Willowpond?~

He was talking to Dawnshine

And at Maplestream, I think right now the rebels and the Broken Fangs are temporarily a team. They're gonna help the Terra cats escape and then they'll turn on each other

Dawnshine looked at the Warden. "I speak what I think, and you shouldn't make me work. I can't see a paw in front of my face." She retorted, she was a shy cat speaking out.

~So, they don't remember the Clans at all?~

~most of them were born as the second generation their parents came from the Clans. They may have learned stories from there though~

The Warden's eyes flashed. He was thinking about executing the she-cat, but he needed all the workers he could get. "I'll let you off the hook this time. Everyone get back to work."

~Sala could be friendly with him. :O Even though I don't know wha in StarClan is going on. ~

Sala frowned, watching the commotion with interest. She wasn't really intrigued with joining the pathetic new group that the cat called Ernestine has formed. It was weak in power, unfamiliar to the forest and the moor. The blue-black she-cat flicked her gaze over to the tom that was heading away from them, silhouetted on the crest for a few moments before vanishing behind the hill. Sala frowned again, her glittering eyes weighing the choice. It was probably the worst choice she could've made, but Sala flicked her tail, and set off after Ren, her long legs eating up the distance.

And there goes my sister, Alanna thought. She glared at Scar once more, then set off after Sala. I can't let her get into trouble. She ran lightly over the hills, mind wandering.

~How does everyone know about the Broken Fangs already? It was only Scar, the Warden, Ren and Ernestine that were there!~

~ That fact was never mentioned out-right. And it doesn't lessen the chance anyways of someone listening in from the trees.~

Sala paused on a flat stretch of grass, glancing back. She was surprised to see Alanna trotting after her. "Curious? Or what?" The she-car cocked her head to one side. With her triangular face tilted, she portrayed her stubborn personality and outer innocence.

Dawnshine walked back to the place the Warden had ordered her to work she didn't dig, she just sat.

Scar flicked her ear in annoyance when she smelled her sisters, Really? she thought I'm not surprised. she continued in her thought she turned to the biggeset den-like thing and began on her nest.

The Warden shook his pelt. Dawnshine would just have to skip her rations today. That was how it worked in Terra. No work, no rewards.

Sala paused in the deep grass, waiting for her sister to catch up. The scent trail left by Ren was ever so slightly more strong, signaling that they were nearing wherever the tom had stopped. She was a master at tracking and camouflaging, the two skills complimenting each other perfectly.

~Sala looks like this;

Sala:

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~it seems like the Warden completely ignored what Willowpond about it being a bunch of fox dung.~

Willowpond was suprised that the warden didn't punish her. She had spoken out first and hadn't gotten punished at all.

Alanna grinned. "Whenever you go off on your own, it means trouble. But trouble is inevitable, and I don't want to miss out on the fun. So let's follow that cat!"
Sala was slightly better than Alanna at tracking and camouflage, as black fur blended better than silver, but Alanna was the best in battle and hunting, her speed, agility, and unnerring accuracy making her a master. And she had a slightly nervous feeling that she would need those skills very soon.

~oh sorry Streamfur I don't think I ever saw your post ~

The Warden glanced at Willowpond. She'd spoken up too, but he had already set up a punishment for her for the next day. In the digging rotations, she'd have to dig up stones for the reinforcements on the south side of the camp.

Dawnshine began to dig she just wanted to sit, eat, and share tounges she longed to be in one of those Clans her parents had told her about.

Scar finished her nest and walked into the clearing, she walked over to Ernestine "Anything I should do?" She asked.

Sala rolled her eyes. "Poking your nose everywhere, huh?" she teased. The blue-black she-cat was leaner than Alanna though, because stength was needed in battle. In result, Sala was faster, but not as strong, and amazingly light-footed. She never missed a single detail, and her ability to sneak up on others unnoticed was uncanny. (Rangers... :3) "Well let's go. We can't exactly expect a friendly reception, becaus we followed him, so we have to be prepared." Sala led the way, her paws hitting the turf soundlessly. "The grass ahead is water-logged," she announced suddenly, a frown coloring her voice. And hedges everywhere." She darted ahead, eyes sweeping the grass carefully. Sala immediately picked out the fresh paw print in the muddy earth, hidden by the dewy grass, the tuft of fur snagged in the dark leaves of a hedge.

Ernestine growled, "Can you other cats leave? I mean why'd you follow us? Go back to the Rebellion! Unless you want to stay here...?" Ernestine smiled, "And I need you to watch camp while I make scent markers." She padded out of camp abd started by the river.

Alanna followed her sister. "Waterlogged...?" she mewed thoughtfully. "Look, a pawprint. And that fur," she added, spotting both just a moment after her sister. "Hmmm... The water's going to make it hard to follow the scent trail."

Creamshadow had dug up a huge pile of clay two feet tall and one foot wide. Her sister, Fireshine, was impressed, although he wasn't as creative. In fact, she hated the Terra. "I've heard cats talking about a new group they call the Broken Fangs," Blackshade whispered. Fireshine blinked. Does he mean he wants to join? Fireshine thought as he stared down at Creamshadow's hole (which is now 3 meters deep).

~hey Cheesestar, if you think there are too many Rebels, you could say "no more rebels accepted" at the end of the list ~