The Warriors Forest is an 9 year old warriors role-playing site, set more or less in the traditional old forest. From offering the four Clans to former Sky and Tribe cats, chances are you can roleplay almost any character you like here. Ranging from beginner to advanced, with lots of intermediate, we have a role-playing school that can help you with anything from mechanics to length. WF is basically the perfect place for site events and plots, all of which you can jump into as soon as you finish your character. For any further questions, please feel free to ask around the cbox (we're overly friendly) or ask the staff!
by the time robinpaw reaches the crest of the hill, a dim twilight has begun to settle on the edge of the horizon. it has begun to grow darker earlier these days, a fact that has delighted robinpaw; he loves to hunt at night, his wide eyes and dark fur aiding him. in the daylight, robinpaw's pelt stands out like a splotch of black on the pale green of the moorland grass, but at night, he blends in with the rest of the world, becomes just as mysterious and quiet as the night.
robinpaw is still catching his breath when the first lights of silverpelt start appearing in the purple sky. he knows he is technically not supposed to be on the moor without a warrior, but he mentally promises himself to bring back a nice, fat rabbit to make up for it. leaf-bare has just descended upon the clan and soon the rabbits will be thinner and harder to catch. robinpaw wants to catch the last healthy rabbit before it's too late.
robinpaw parts his jaws and tastes the air. along with the smell of wildflowers and moorland wind, robinpaw can detect a fresh trace of rabbit. he immediately drops to a crouch and flattens himself against the earth, ears pricked and body poised to spring.
just a few tail-lengths away, robinpaw sees a tunnel he had yet to notice until then. it must be a rabbit den. with bated breath, robinpaw inches closer, his paws pressing into the cold grass silently. anticipation makes his mouth water. he's desperate to prove himself to the rest of clan. the only way he's able to contribute is through his hunts; older warriors are always so pleased when he brings back his catch of fresh-kill.
eyes narrowed into slits and tail flicking back and forth tensely, robinpaw awaits for his prey to venture out of its den.
[ooc] lil robinpaw always tryna get his paws on some rabbit!! it's been ages since i've set up a thread so bear with me. <3 WANDERER
okay so supposedly if my hard drive ended up wiped i was supposed to get a phone call tonight and i haven't gotten a phone call yet so i'm crossing my fingers that they got the majority of it backed up and didn't just forget to call or delayed it or anything like that like no phone call = good news! so we'll see for now. regardless of the state of my hard drive and everything i've ever owned digitally in my life... i'll get my laptop back next week. i have my mom's laptop right now so i might be able to slip in a post or two before i get my own precious Silver back
robinpaw is breathless and panting by the time he reaches the tunnels with the rest of the clan. he's too scared to look back, but he knows by now the fire must have reached the camp by now. with wide eyes, robinpaw mentally checks that all elders are accounted for before allowing himself to slump down. he still refuses to look behind him and see the camp, worried that by now it has been wholly engulfed in the hungry flames, so robinpaw tries to find something else to keep his mind occupied.
robinpaw raises his eyes to the sky. the night is dark and empty, the warriors of starclan seeming to have turned away this time. he knows that they could not have stopped this. this was not something that they had control over, robinpaw knows. all the same, it feels incredibly isolating to know that they are not watching over the clan tonight.
with his head raised, a sudden dizziness overtakes him and he has to close his eyes to stay steady. he must have passed out of fallen asleep, because when he opens his eyes up again the smoke has begun to clear and other cats have begun to calm down. robinpaw lets his fur lie flat and blinks a few times to clear his gaze. just nearby, lionpaw has jumped awake, and robinpaw can see from the bristling hairs on her spine that she has been awoken by a nightmare.
with careful politeness, robinpaw flicks his tail over her shoulders and mews, "are you alright?" he can sympathize with her fear. he is no coward, but he knows when it's right to be scared. his mother used to tell him that a warrior is not required to never be afraid. a true warrior feels fear in the right moments.
ugh crossing my fingers for your hard drive, the closest i've ever come is burning out a flash drive and losing all the stuff i had put on there to save because external drives are expensive 8C i hope everything works out in the least shitty way possible.
the truth is all those angels started acting the same
With eyes unimpressed You're sealing the conversations. And are you wondering how things could be? Just staring at the surface, When all the walls have tendencies. But it's not your fault when no one taught you how.
how quick to forget, we are
She had seen it happen... the fight, that is. They probably didn't know it, but it was pretty hard to miss. Hurled insults and tones as sharp as claws in battle sliced the air, electrifying their very presences. And she had seen him walk off, his posture and gait almost impossible to read, although negative emotion roiled off him like angry waves lashing out at the sandy shore. It was hard to tell, honestly, why she had followed him. Perhaps because she had been watching him for some time, her interest taken fast and not without reason.
He was a lot like her: their abhorration for their parents, or at least one of them, binding them before he probably even knew it. He probably didn't even know who she was, actually. Not many of the Clan did and she preferred to keep it that way. Preference to meld with the shadows and remain anonymous overruled the desire to be known, to be feared. She didn't need anyone else to tell her that she was more than scary... she was an abomination to all felines. Blind hatred seeped into her soul like poison far before conception, and the circumstances of her birth had branded her with a rotting, retching scar. She hated them all, every single one of them: Fawn, far too gentle to be part of this Clan; Piper, far too delusional to lead it; Moss, too caught up in her own passions to stop her inevitable downfall; Aries, batting innocent, lying eyes like a helpless child and the prodigy of nothing fantastic; Dread, for letting an idiot take over without so much as a twitched whisker. She could go on, for moons without end in her detestation of everything she had ever lived with and lived for.
But this one was different. He seemed to share her discomfort, the writhing unease of living with something evil just below the skin. But this was all only on the surface, hardly enough to account for much more than a passing glance. But this was where she was the expert... not hunting, not fighting. Reading, digging inside your mind like a malevolent parasite, rooting out all you ever were and aspire to be. And so it was she followed him, seeping into his shadow and drifting along like a reaper.
He threw his words over his shoulder, assumptions falling flat as he turned to face her, certainly not whoever else it was he was expecting. She smirked, a disgusting expression laced with evil and intent. She padded closer, winding herself around him as her ears flicked in an outward expression of indifference. "I don't know who you were expecting, dear, but I promise they would be far better company than you'll likely find me to be. Asch... son of an idiot. Surely you don't follow in your father's footsteps, do you?" She was egging him on and she was fully aware, like throwing pebbles at a raging bear. Let his temper flare. The anger would make him honest, make him real. And she needed him real.
➸ run away from the clan. become stronger by being without the clan. what a joke he was turning out to be. honestly, did he really think he had a chance in hell of getting stronger this way? his goal was to kill, or even remove, axel. he wanted his clan back to the way it was and even though it wasn't much better under piper, it was still better than what it was now. dread was leader of bloodclan, in asch's mind. not axel. personally, he never really considered axel as being alive, let alone around. he was just wasted space to the apprentice, even if he was family. there was no other members left of his family to him other than honey and tamarix.
➸ honey. the name caught in his throat instantly and he let out a loud coughing sound, unable to breathe, what if he just left everyone behind, got rid of all his connections to everyone. his friends, his family, cloud ... he gritted his teeth, too much anger in his heart. he wanted revenge, but from whom? it wasn't axel's fault that moss had been killed, nor his fault for piper's death. the only thing that asch could find on the smaller tom was that he had taken over bloodclan even though there was a cat waiting for its high position as leader. he claws dug into the ground and he wondered how much longer it would take before he could control himself and just set out to kill.
➸ they were all starting to piss him off. even his sisters. honey, who thought she knew everything even though she had been here for only a week at best. she had not experienced everything that he went through to get here. and tamarix, with her high and mighty demeanor. sure, she meant well most of the time but she needed to learn how to let him be and see that he was doing this on his own. she missed piper too, it was a miracle if you ever saw it though. not once did asch ever see her show off her true feelings. he even tripped over them when lying that he cared less piper was gone when really, inside, he was killing himself with his own thoughts.
➸ he sat there for a while, pondering the things he had done till now. there was no way he was turning back. so honey could taunt him? so dread could tell him that he really couldn't do it? he was going to prove them all wrong, he wanted to. he was no longer that feeble kit who trailed after his mother and sisters, always looking to them for protection. he had fought in the battle with the rogues, he had protected tamarix when she needed it and that was what was important to him. and no matter what he did, he hoped that they wouldn't blame him in the end, but he would love them always, even if it was them walking in his paw steps.
➸ now he stood here where the factory belonged and the end of the scent markers. he could continue walking, nothing was stopping him now. he was sure of it. but the sounds of approaching paws grounded his legs from moving and he just stared into the open. judging by the wind, it was another bloodclan cat. probably tamarix. honey must have told her about our fight and now she is here to scold me. he smirked and closed his eyes, settling himself down on the cold ground. he would deal with her first and then leave. they had to let go of connections at one point right? and besides, she would be looking for him soon. he hadn't come home in two days now. "if you're here to complain, i don't want to hear it. and i'm not going back to the camp either, so you can forget about it." slightly turning his head, he went to look into her eyes only to see another figure standing before him.
(yeah ... this title is like ... amazing right? -.- xDD to be honest, i couldn't think of a title and just used something out of my husbands game. xD tagging: PRINCESS BEN
➸ he couldn't help but let a grin appear on his maw, watching the she-cat listening to him and then trying out the technique herself. it was certain, she was a replica of berryfeather even though he was a bit more rash than what she had been so far. in fact, she didn't seem rash at all which was making it so much easier for him to work with her. a sigh of relief escaped his jaws just at the idea. it was because she was like this, a trait berryfeather never had, that caused him to feel the relief he felt right now. he was a proud teacher, though he did miss having his own apprentice. one day carpmask. one day. he told himself firmly, not about to loose hope of the possibility though he was still a little worried about it. the last apprentice he had, after all, was killed shortly after he was made apprentice. but like stated before, he acted unreasonably all the time and with that came his impatience, what solely killed him to begin with.
➸ he watched her leaping from one spot to the next, a little ungraceful each time but it seemed like she learned quickly that she needed to add a little weight to her landings. he had honestly never thought of doing it this way, on days that he didn't feel like going through the mud he was more concentrated on not falling in rather than playing around. so naturally, he always took caution when it came to his travels across the muddy terrain. it had been some time since he last had fun, maybe now would be a good time to start having fun again. not being as careful as he normally was, he went to run at her, to spook her into thinking that he was going to push her in the mud. instead, he fell flat on his face, mud flying in all directions including minkstep's. it didn't look like much had changed to his face other than the obvious details of bumpiness and twigs that hung off from dead reeds.
➸ he burst out laughing at himself and at her comment from before the incident had occurred. she was certainly getting the hang at it, maybe she was even becoming better than he was at it. but that was silly. it had taken him weeks to learn how to get it figured out perfectly and right off the bat and even then, you saw were that went. he wasn't even able to fully get it right still. but he was glad the she-cat was having fun. from what he recalled, she was a shy creature and never really talked to anyone in particular. he had remembered only one she-cat who was like this and in the end ... she broke his heart. his smile was gone as he thought back on those happy times from long ago, biting the inside of his mouth. if they were the same like this, then perhaps it was why he wasn't feeling the same thing as he had felt before. in the past, he had always described love as a pain in the heart, but a fire in your gut. he was so wrong. what he felt now was a pain in his heart at the memories ... but an upset feeling in his stomach, as if something was moving around inside of him.
➸ snapping back to reality again, he gave her another smile, glad to see that she was having fun. getting himself back to his old composure, he threw himself toward her, landing squarely on the hardening mud nearest her. "i think the closest exit is this way." he purred, pointing his tail in the direction ahead of them. "unless ... you want to take the long way." he raised his brow to her, attempting to push it a step further and make her enjoy life just a little bit more. enjoy the friends around her that could make her stronger in the end, like his had done for himself, making him forget about all the small problems that existed today and think of the life he was most likely wasting from doing nothing good. "but maybe you're too scared to get your pretty little fur all messed up." he teased playfully, nudging her gently with his shoulder and throwing her another playful smile.
➸ her brother was asking for her help and she wasn't about to turn him down. no, she was going to help him out. giving him a nod and a hard look of determination, she gently grabbed on to the scruff of the she-cat and allowed for half the she-cat's weight to fall on her. a few times, it seemed easy and she wondered if snowfern was eating right. other times, the elder felt extremely heavy and had to stop and catch her breath. she had become a faster runner since her earlier days as an apprentice, but it didn't make up for the fact that her legs were too short and not long enough to keep pace and strength. eventually, she had to switch off with longpaw, who had been trailing behind the two cats as if nothing was going on at all. all she could think of when she looked at him was how he probably much perfered sleeping right now rather than running away. but he was just as useful when it came to getting snowfern away, his legs were much longer than her own and he was strong enough.
➸ she laid her tail on troutpaw's shoulders, giving him her best comforting (and tiresome) smile. "i'm gonna go catch up to sparrowstar. she may need help with something." and with a flick of her tail on his ear, she vanished in the crowd. pushing and shoving was the best way to get through it seemed and it took her several minutes before reaching her mentor. from her analysis, the she-cat was tired and exhausted. but she knew that it only took seconds for sparrowstar to regain herself. she took a moment to herself, looking around at the tired and exhausted cats around her. she caught sight of fallenflight and was thankful he was still alive. dancingleaf wasn't too far either and when she caught the warriors eye, all she could do was glare at her before giving her attention back to sparrowstar. "are you alright? you're not hurt are you?" the words were short and simple but the answers would mean everything to her. when sparrowstar answered, she was relieved to see that the she-cat was free of any wounds.
➸ judging from the traumatic experience everyone had just went though, she wondered how long they would be stuck in the tunnels for. some windclan cats were naturally born to dig tunnels, even though these had been crafted by enemies. but others were not and the thought of being underground frightened her. it wasn't long before her paws saw their own way through to crowd and to the tunnel entrance, her body pleading for the air she desperately needed. a panic attack? most likely. she wasn't use to these sort of conditions after all and then you had to take in the amount of felines hovering around her. it wasn't the most comforting notion. her amber eyes soon took sight to something glowing in the distance and it was then that she saw the flickering of the flames, how hungry they looked as they headed toward the camp, their home. it had yet to reach but ... it would. there was no stopping it now and she closed her eyes tight, huddled in a ball closest to the wall were she could be left alone for a moment with her thoughts.
➸ she felt like she had failed in some shape or form. as if anything she could have done to stop the flames would be for nothing now if she had gone back. could they really live here? in these dens? and what about the fire? who was to say that it would stop there and not come towards them? they were trapped like rats and as the flames came closer to them, she realized that she was suddenly being engulfed in their red tongues. she screamed for help, but no one came. all around her was smoke and she was choking on it, her body burning and the pain was terrible ... she bolted awake, wide eyed and confused as she stared around her, up at the sky where it was black. no stars looked out for them tonight. they were alone now. how long had she been asleep for anyways? days or hours? minutes or seconds? all she wanted to do now was stay awake, but the haunting dream of her body being burned alive was still fresh in her memory. there would be no sleeping for this little apprentice for quite some time.
(i had to meet my little criteria of four or more paragraphs so i kinda just came up with something without having her interact too much with anyone. hope you don't mind. :/ DELAWAREىԷʀiƙє !Frozen Bullies
[ c ] = complete [ i ] = incomplete [ a ] = abandoned
[ i ] so i'm lying my way from you - piper [ i ] standing in the way of control - niner [ i ] one step closer - all bloodclan [ c ] oh how the mighty fall - honey, asch [ c ] gathering 3: press play to continue [ c ] no dawn in sunsets (event 4.3) - all bloodclan [ c ] neophobia (event 4.2) - all bloodclan [ c ] and when it falls apart (event 4.1) - all bloodclan [ c ] pain's reward - moss
[ i ] it's not much but it's home - pinefoot [ i ] doctor doctor, give me the news - rockfoot, wintersky [ c ] call me a doctor (event 4.1) - all shadowclan [ a ] kicking pebbles in the dust - pinefoot [ c ] telling tall tails - cornpaw, thorntail [ a ] singing sweet home alabama all summer - rockfoot [ c ] get me out of this cavern - rockfoot [ a ] i feel the sun creeping up - russetheart
[ c ] gathering 3: press play to continue [ a ] you're not the blinding light i need [ a ] you're my lucky star - bellpepper [ c ] chilled to the bone - dreamwhisker [ a ] running around leaving scars - flutterstep [ a ] the house that doubt built - owlgaze [ a ] ... you think you know ... - galefoot [ c ] down the rabbit hole - bellpepper [ a ] look yonder; see the hare? - bramblepaw
[ i ] not a matter of logic - shade [ i ] life in technicolor & monochrome - zephyr [ c ] no dawn in sunsets (event 4.3) - all bloodclan [ c ] neophobia (event 4.2) - all bloodclan [ a ] bittersweet symphony - shep [ c ] and when it falls apart (event 4.1) - all bloodclan [ c ] hunting the runner - tamarix, shatterclaw, piper [ c ] time on our hands - yin, yang
[ i ] is this all there is? (event 8.2) [ i ] girls do what they want - scorchedfrost [ i ] footprints in the muddy mud - soundwave [ i ] let go, dive in - minkstep [ c ] children of the wind - soundwave, all riverclan [ c ] friend or foe? - leopardstrike [ c ] a hotbed of discontent (event 3.1) - all riverclan [ a ] my evening sky is streaked ginger - eveningsky [ c ] ripples of ginger - ripplestream [ c ] gathering 2: these stars in the sky [ a ] i need your grace to remind me - scorchedfrost [ c ] scorched hearts at ginger's river - scorchedfrost [ c ] nightmare words and claws (event 3.3)
[ i ] a loser and a user - placidpaw [ i ] let's get down to business - cedarstar [ a ] death takes us all - sagefeather [ a ] you're just a whisper in the wind - milkpaw
update [12/4]: my hard drive is shot. I have to send my MacBook to apple repair land to get a new hard drive and battery, but chances are I'm going to lose EVERYTHING. it'll be away for about a week? my mom is kind enough to let me use her laptop when she isn't, so I'll try to get on as much as I can.
Frey liked silence, even if it seemed otherwise-- he truly did appreciate it, from time to time-- that was why he was here, by the Tall Pines that loomed over him, leaves fluttering to the ground softly, instead of in the Warehouse. He wasn't fond of that place, anyways. No good memories made.
Paws danced across the grass. Tail curled behind him. Eyes flickered around. ThunderClan patrols rarely inspected here. In fact, ThunderClan cats never came here at all, at least Frey had not came across one yet. Despite the clan's willingness to wage a battle on this piece of territory, what was the point if those cats never even hunted much at Tall Pines? Such a waste of prey.
Didn't really bother Frey, though. He was fine with superficial territorial politics and all that if it meant he could trespass the border between city and forest and never get caught. He was confident enough. Frey always did take pride in his ability to stay silent and adapt to new environments, after all.
Actually, he took pride in his everything-- call him vain, but it was true. The sad thing was, nothing mattered, because the other BloodClan cats seemed to find him annoying. Frey was always an outsider. Not that he wanted to be included in their little cliques, per se, but it was offensive to be ignored. Frey was just making life more interesting for everyone, no harm done, right? Okay, even if what he said was more unfriendly than anything, if was Frey's sense of humour. And no one got his sense of humour, apparently.
Frey liked silence, even if it seemed otherwise-- he truly did appreciate it, from time to time-- despite his long sentences and less-than-concise stories. So what if he was a hypocrite? Yes, he enjoyed tranquility, and yes, he broke it for others when they wanted to rest. But he simply did not care. Call him selfish (so, so selfish), call him a shellfish. Frey would just laugh in their faces. He had done so, before.
River, river, beneath the stars, who's the meanest of them all? Frey mused, lips quirking into a wry smirk. He continued forward, bored and tired (and trying his best to not focus on one single topic for too long). Huh. He remembered someone from long ago (his mother, oh his mother, but he did not and would not think about her) who once recounted a story with a similar phrase, like the one Frey had just conjured up.
Fantastic, Frey scowled lightly, an expression others who did not know him well might deem petulant. He sniffed. I don't miss them. I don't miss the stories she used to tell, I don't miss the lessons he used to teach.
There went Frey's bored yet undisturbed mood. Now he was, well, all melancholic and (drowning in past regrets) annoyed by his thoughts. They were gone. They should not matter. He would cease to reminisce about the past, for what good did that do? No good, that was what.
Hissed. Shook his white fur, shuttering his expression. Replaced it with a placid smile. Add some devil-may-care attributes-- don't forget the curiosity, the boredom, the intrigue, the disinterest. Don't forget who he was (to himself) lest he mess up everything.
Frey liked silence, even if it seemed otherwise. Even if he could never attain it, never acquire peace.
Stepping forward, Frey tilted his head when he heard a loud curse. He followed the noise, and reached a strange scene. A dark she-cat with BloodClan scent was on the ground, a mouse between her paws. She looked pretty dissatisfied, and the catch was obviously not the most perfect. Frey was a much more skilled hunter.
Arching an eyebrow, Frey purred with a grin, "ouch. If I were ThunderClan, I would certainly doubt BloodClan's hunting skills for a long time. Here to embarass yourself?" He laughed, shaking his head. "Although, I certainly agree. There is much better prey here, compared to BloodClan's. City food stinks."
tags: PRINCESS BEN notes: late reply because reasons because procrastinator+tons of homework=floppy f3 lying on bed not wanting to do anything.