ShadowClan and BrightClan

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Introduction

ShadowClan was a Clan of darkness, cats whose hearts were hardened by the cold wind of the North. The most vicious and cunning Clan of all. But a new Clan has appeared, residing next to ShadowClan's borders but these BrightClan cats will show ShadowClan that not everything is about power.


Rules

- So basically ShadowClan are mean and bad kitties but BrightClan cats are fluffy and friendly. Your characters have to act like that.

- No one is allowed to have two or more characters of high positions. If you're leader of ShadowClan, you can't be a leader/deputy of BrightClan or ShadowClan.

- There will be no medicine cat/medicine cat apprentice in this roleplay.


Joining Form

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Gender:
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My Characters

Name: Russetfur
Gender: Female
Rank: ShadowClan Deputy
Appearance: Battle-scarred she-cat with reddish brown fur and amber eyes.
Personality: Extremely loyal to her Clan, vicious and merciless
Others: Her fierce appearance often instills fear in many. Very strong for a she-cat. She is well-respected by her Clanmates.

Name: Cloudpaw
Gender: Male
Rank: BrightClan Apprentice (Needs a mentor!)
Appearance: Large pure white tom with dark blue eyes.
Personality: Energetic but stubborn.
Others: Good at stealth and tracking.

~ Do not start roleplaying until I accept your characters! ~

Birchleaf snorted and lifted his head. "I'm going into the woods, maybe I'll catch something if I feel like it." he announced. The tabby tom got up and walked away, padding slowly into the forest.

Meanwhile,

Fawnleap stared at her mate, she knew that it was hard to have these times with him. "You're upset for not catching prey? Twistedscar, there's nothing wrong with that, every warrior goes out and returns with one piece of fresh kill sometimes, even I do!" she pointed out to the tom sitting before her.

Twistedscar shrugged. "Just wanted to catch more for you...." He stared awkwardly at his paws. The mangy tom looked slightly embarrassed and very bothered. Like he wanted to run away. He was used to receiving more than he intended and he usually didn't have such a hard time blowing things off. But, with Fawnleap, things were different. He wanted only the best for her and their kits. Twistedscar loved her so much he couldn't even figure out how to express it right.

Twistedscar, I know this is hard for you, but you don't have to be angry at yourself because you didn't catch all you wanted to." Fawnleap mewed to her mate. "Our kits will be fine, I'm a little less than a moon due for these wriggly rascals." she mewed eying Lizardstripe. "We're happier about these kits than others, right? You love me?" she questioned her mate.

Twistedscar looked up from his paws. "Of course I love you! And our kits." a rare smile crept forth. "I can't wait till they're born." he purred. Excitement filled his light green eyes.

"Not if I beat you to it!" Dawnpaw teased, taking a swipe at Cloudpaw. "After all, you'll be busy crashing to trees and scaring all the squirrels into my claws." Bouncing lightly on her paws, she shot across the clearing toward the camp entrance, pausing by the thorn tunnel to glance back.

...

Coldstar was silent for a couple moments, a sigh escaping his mouth as he turned his head and gently nudged Lizardstripe. "They'll grow up to become the best warriors," was all he could think of to say. The viscious-eyed tom found it hard to express feelings of warmth because of his cruel upbringing, but he had a natural deep, soothing voice and a handsome face.

"Alright,keep your claws in,"Shadowstorm nodded and padded to the nursery and poked his head in."Twistedscar,hunting patrol.You coming,"He asked.

Twistedscar stood, nuzzled his mate swiftly and slunk out of the den. "What're you waiting for. let's go." he rumbled, tail flicking over the warrior's ear as he passed.

sorry i said shadowstar,i meant Shadowstorm.

Shadowstorm led the way out of camp,and led the way into the trees."I figured we should try near the Brightclan border,and mabye catch a Brightclan stray."He said,with a wicked grin.

Twistedscar shrugged. "Sure. I'm game." an evil grin spread across his maw. Not many hated BrightClan as much as the tom. He gave his mangy chest a lick and glared ahead of him for any sign of the bubbly idiots.

Cloudpaw sprang after the other BrightClan apprentice, his tail held high. "So should we patrol the borders? Or maybe hunt first?" His question hung in the misty air, waiting for a reply.

Name: Bloodscar
Gender: Tom
Rank: Shadowclan warrior
Appearance: Large tom with amber's eyes and scared tabby fur. Is a lot like Tigerclaw (not Tigerstar. ) .
Personality: Battle hungry and ambitious, Bloodscar despises kittypets and Brightclan. It is widely known that he wants to drive Brightclan from their territory.
Others: Is a fearsome and fearless fighter.

Fawnleap sniffed she stood up exited the nursery. She caught a hostile glance from Birchleaf and rolled her eyes. She knew the cat had loved her and wanted to be her mate. She had fallen in love with Twistedscar and he had been more aggressive than ever. She fluffed out her fur to make her belly less noticeable, hoping some cat would forget she was pregnant and let her leave the camp. Her fur lie flat when she saw that there wasn't a chance since most cats had most likely have seen her fluff out her fur and known what she was up to. She slunk out of the exit to the camp careful to stay away from Shadowstrom's patrol so her mate wouldn't see her and freak out and race her back to camp scolding her about the kits. She was tired and she was surprised her belly wasn't dragging along on the floor, because it felt that heavy.

...

Birchleaf got up and walked into Russetfur "Want me to take out a patrol?" he asked the deputy, hostility burning in his eyes. He wanted more than anything to strike out and kill the cat that had stolen his chance of power. That's what Tigerstar had told him to do. Kill anyone in his way. But he couldn't the tabby cat had no idea why but the regret still burned under his tabby fur that he hadn't taken this cat into the forest and drown her and taken her back to camp saying she had fallen into the river. He waited for an answer as he hung in the she-cat's face.

"Let's check the borders first," Dawnpaw suggested. "It won't take long and we can hunt as long as we want afterwards!" Her green eyes flashed mischievously, and she glanced at the sky. "Is it full moon tonight? Maybe the great shining moon will give us luck in ou hunting!" she joked, bouncing on her small paws.

"I don't think so," Cloudpaw followed Dawnpaw's gaze with a frown. "But sure!" He shot through past her, purposefully bumping into the other BrightClan apprentice. He let out a purr as he vanished into the bushes.

...

~ Sparkpaw's getting very evil. This multi-personality is pretty freaky ~

Russetfur sprang to her paws with a shake of her coat, her face emotionless as she licked a forepaw. Birchleaf had a strange edge in his voice and was acting a little different from normal. "Can Twisterscar tag along?" She asked casually.

Name: Stoneglare
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: A thick furred gray and white tom with dark green yellow eyes.
Personality: untrusting, serious, loyal, calm.
Others:Twistedscar's brother.

~I'm not freaky What do you mean evil?~

Birchleaf snorted. "No," he told her with his gaze resting straight in her eyes. "He went on a patrol led by Shadowstorm. Shouldn't you know that deputy?" the last word came in a hiss and he unsheathed his claws. He turned his back on the she-cat and retreated out of camp running toward the water.

Lizardstripe stayed silent, words caught in her throat. There were hardly any moments where Lizardstripe and Coldstar shared affections for eachother, and they were mostly in private, and front of the clan, it was super rare. Lizardstripe closed her jaw, afraid she might lose a second of this rare affections from her mate. Suddenly, she remembered when she met Coldstar, and a soft purr rose in her throat. A strange bubbly feeling rose inside of Lizardstripe...what was it? Happiness? It's been soo long since she'd felt this emotion. Sighing, Lizardstripe pulled away, looking down at her paws, embarassed by the suddenly weakness she'd shown.

...........
Silverstream strolled after the apprentices, smiling at their playfulness. She followed more slowly into the woods, drawing in deep breathes and letting long sighs escape her jaws.

Name: Burningsoul
Gender: she-cat
Rank: Shadowclan Warrior
Appearance:

Spoiler:

Personality: She hates everyone and everything that's good. She is a cat that only befriends few cats. She's mean, cruel, and dark inside.
Others: Can Lizardstripe and Burningsoul be best friends? :O

~Phantom, am I accepted?~

Shadowstormstarted re establishing the scent markings when he smelled a familiar,yet unfamiliar scent."Brightclan.Get down."He hoped the ragged warrior would pbey his command.

Twistedscar growled softly and ducked down like he was told, glaring at the place the awful scent of BrightClan cats blew from.

Everyone's accepted. And just a warning, please post longer RP posts.

~ @Sparkpaw: Trying to kill the deputy? ~

Russetfur was slightly taken aback by Birchleaf's hostility but she kept her face neutral, masking her shock. It was one of the things she was good at. "Fox dung," She cursed, realising the truth in his words and for her stupidity. She sprang after the other tom gingerly.

Bloodscar walked through the forest, hunting. He opened his scent glans and tasted the air. Immediately a wave of mouse scent hit him. He targeted the mouse and crept toward it slowly, making sure his pawsteps were light as a feather. His eyes and ears found the mouse at the same time, searching for nuts under a leaf. When he got within range, he pounced, and landed squarely on the mouse. A quick bite and it was over. He scooped out a hole in the earth, stuck the mouse in, and then filled the hole in again. He picked up the scent of Blackbird, and he crept toward it. The blackbird was on a low branch of a tree. With a mighty leap he knocked the blackbird off the branch and killed it quickly. Then he continued hunting.

Skysong padded after the rest of the patrol, catching up to Silverstream. "Do you think ShadowClan will be patrolling the border? Do you think that they'll still be as grumpy as usual?" She started asking questions, "Do you think that they'll make funny jokes like always? Remember when Darkfeather called me a bubbly idiot? Wasn't that just the funniest thing?" She started to giggle. Since she came to BrightClan, she's been the idiot that she's always been, but tried to sound smarter, even though her dreams haunt her.

Darkfeather watched Russetfur pad away, then padded after her, turning towards the border after he was out of camp. He might as well check to see if those way too bubbly cats, and his stupid 'sister' had left, or if they were still there. He would also hunt while there. As he neared the border, he saw a mouse scurry in out in front of him. Crouching down, he leaped, just missing the mouse. "Mouse dung!" he muttered, then noticed that he'd landed, he was on the BrightClan side. The mouse scurried out from its hiding spot again, towards his left this time. Pausing, he thought about catching it, but decided not to, for it would be breaking the warrior code. He walked back into his territory before going off to find more prey.

Birchfall sniffed "In the name of the Dark Forest, what do I do?" he questioned, his nose pointing toward the sky. He hung his head "Have I betrayed you Tigerstar?" he mewed with another sniff. He cursed as he stood up and trod on a thorn. Not wanting to be mooned over (Which he wouldn't be) he sat back down, in silence.