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!
wandering the forest was becoming a favorite pastime of laurelpaw's. the crisp air of leaf-fall was refreshing during the day, even if it was a little too cold for comfort at night. she liked the scents of the forest. it was nice to have the freedom to actually leave camp now that she wasn't a kit anymore. walking through the trees, the apprentice tried to practice being silent. granted, she wasn't very good at it yet. she wasn't used to having to walk over crunchy leaves quietly. but she knew it must be good to start practicing as soon as she could. unbeknownst to her, she was walking toward sunningrocks. laurelpaw didn't exactly know the territory too well yet. but as she got closer to the cherished stones, a scent came on the breeze, one that didn't smell like any of her clanmates. suddenly on edge, the young she-cat's fur ruffled at the back of her neck. she definitely hadn't trained to handle an intruder. what was she to do? she wasn't strong enough to chase any cat away, nor clever enough to know how to get them off the territory with words. but maybe she could talk to them. maybe they didn't bite. approaching the forest's end, she peered out from behind the trees. the cat she was facing was slight, her bones visible through her pelt. taking a deep breath, she stepped out from the shelter of the forest. her voice was quiet but audible, not threatening but curious and nervous. "um, hello. what are you doing on thunderclan territory?"
the dawn came with a frost. even inside the den, where laurelpaw made her nest close to the entrance, one could feel it. the air was crisp, as air was expected to be in leaf-fall. a small shiver ran down the fluffy she-cat's spine, but it wasn't just from the cold. today, she was an apprentice. on her way to growing up, something she could honestly say she never wanted to do in all of her six moons. only there was no way for her to stop it, so she might as well move on. really, what she should be is excited because she's one day closer to fulfilling her dreams in this incredible new chapter. but there was no denying that she would miss the innocence of kithood, however brief it was for her. well, now that she was older, laurelpaw figured she should get up. there must be things for her to do. she hadn't properly met her mentor, aside from at her apprentice ceremony, but obviously there wasn't a space reserved for much small talk. to be truthful she was nervous to get to know this she-cat. all these what-ifs swirled around in her mind. what if i'm not good enough? what if she hates me? she really had no knowledge of what this warrior was like. laurelpaw knew though, more than anything, that she genuinely hoped she and her mentor got along well. shaking moss from her fur, she exited the apprentice den. her first night alone in a nest, done.
there were cats all around her, going to and fro or doing this and that. it was weird to be a part of this side of clan life. she wasn't exactly sure what to do, but she supposed that's what her mentor was for. speaking of, where was the light ginger pelted she-cat? laurelpaw didn't spot her sandy pelt anywhere after taking a quick scan of the clearing. maybe she was still in the warriors' den? the apprentice took it upon herself to go check. no, hardly anyone was left asleep in their nest. mousedung, this meant she'd have to ask somebody. like... actually talk to someone. social anxiety sure wasn't fun. so she chose the least intimidating looking cat she saw, and asked where her mentor was by name. obviously she couldn't expect everyone to remember her, and therefore remember who was responsible for training the little nobody. lucky for her, this particular cat knew gingerbelly's location. saw her going towards sunningrocks, they said. okay, so... now she just had to figure out how to get there. too shy to bother them with another question, she thanked them and made her way outside of camp. jogging her memory for her mentor's scent, she put her nose to the ground in attempt to find it. lucky lucky, she picked it up. at least, what she hoped to be it. following the trail, she found a few ginger hairs atop the fallen leaves. to her own surprise, she must have matched the scent to the right cat. she continued on her way until she came to the edge of the forest. she'd never been out of the forest before, so she was weary of the more open area of rocks before her. but lying on those rocks was the unmistakable figure of the one cat she was looking for.
stepping out, she mustered a shy meow. "gingerbelly?"
Frost perched on a small spire of rock, staring into the trees blankly. The cold light danced across her gray fur but she was warm from the rocks' inherent warmth. Her good eye scanned the trees slowly, but barely saw anything, her brain hardly regustering. Frost's black-tipped tail twitched feebly. In a better world, she would have been a strong, beautiful, independent young cat and she might have joined the Clans and proved anyone wrong who would say she wasn't good enough but life isn't nice to the innocent. Her tortured and broken mind had been reduced to ruins in a sea of despair. She was lost in the pain of her past and had long since given up hope for herself. Her bones pushed against her pelt, signs of her most recent bout of resignation. For her, it seemed all was lost and now she waited, as the cool air overcame her body's heat, for death or discovery.
Heronswoop resisted the urge to hiss and scare away the older warrior's prey. As it was, he growled dangerously."That was a low blow Whiplash. Yes, it's my life, and they may hate me but they won't dare mock me. I live my life the way I want to for the same reason you never tried to be leader. It's not in my nature to fit into the box others expect me to live in. If you can't deal with that then that's your problem but don't you dare ridicule me or make jabs about my younger moons."
He stalked off silently, fuming mad, clawing the ground as he went.
You're off the edge of the map, Mate. Here there be monsters.
There weren't many statements that could stop Whiplash in his tracks, especially when he was on patrol, but Heronswoop, miraculously, managed to utter the right combination of words to make him do exactly that. Disgruntled and disbelieving, Whiplash turned in place, eyes narrowing when he saw Heronswoop's dead mouse casually placed between the younger warrior's paws. Chance always did favor the undeserving. "Less narrow-minded, more experienced," he snapped out. "Don't belittle having the respect of your elders. You'll need it, someday, and at this rate you're close to ruining your chances." He meant what he said. Whiplash didn't have an ambitious bone in his body (unless you counted his weird habit of becoming the paramour of some high-rank), and though leader and deputy could have been his if he had wanted and worked for them, he had only done one and not the other. The work ethic that Whiplash possessed was something he enjoyed for its own values. He had no other motivation for it. This warrior, though - he was too young to realize the authority, however unofficial, that Whiplash did wield. Most cats shut up when Whiplash started talking (or frowning). They certainly didn't dig their own graves.
"If you can't enjoy life without the complexity that makes life what it is," Whiplash said, "Or, as you call them, 'dark shadows'-" the sarcasm seeped from every syllable - "then you don't understand anything at all." He fixed Heronswoop with a disparaging look, then flicked his gaze to the mouse between the younger warrior's paws. "You might get the job done, but you'll never be treated seriously if you do it in a way that engenders ridicule, not respect." Whiplash watched Heronswoop bury the mouse, contemplating what to say next. Whiplash's understanding of the other tom was superficial at best, but even he hadn't been oblivious to the off-handed bullying he had seen out of the corner of his eye. He could put two and two together, and while it didn't arrive at tact, or the willingness to accept excuses, it was something he kept in mind. "I imagine ridicule would be something you're keen to avoid. Regardless, it's your life. Be laughed at, then." He flicked his tail and turned back around, advancing deeper into the territory. There was a water vole ahead of him, scrounging amongst the marshy ground, and though it was hidden by a clump of vibrant cattails, he could hear the scratching of its claws if he listened hard enough. Dropping into a (perfect) hunting crouch, he began to stalk forward, edging around the corner of the bush while staying firmly upwind of his prey.
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"I was here first!" Fastpaw screeched, any semblance of composure immediately evaporating. The corners of Thistlepaw's eyes scrunched up as he smirked, chuckling under his breath at his sister's tantrum. "Honestly, Fastpaw. Back to the kitten fits already?" He smiled in a way that could have put those of faint heart to unease. Tilting his head as he looked her in the eye, "I would have thought you'd have outgrown that by now." he crooned smoothly.
It was almost becoming easy to get under his sister's skin. All the better. As far as the lanky tom was concerned he did not care if any of his siblings liked him at all. They could all burn in the Place-of-No-Stars as far as he was concerned. No. He twitched his whiskers. No, that wasn't true. he knew that as soon as Fastpaw was in the heat of battle or some tragedy he would be up and fighting alongside her, protecting her and all of his littermates. It was just what his family did. They hissed and spat at each other and it was all fine, but no one calls them names but them. So, for now he would hate his sister, but on the battlegrounds they would be family once again.
"You had the whole riverbank to climb onto, and you managed to find right where I was. Just get back in the stupid water and find somewhere else to go! And take this one with you." Fastpaw flicked her tail towards Morningpaw in an angry gesture and Thistle felt his ears fall flat. "Would you just shut your Starclan-damned mouth already, Fastpaw!" He snarled taking a step towards his sister as his expression fell. "Just go. You aren't welcome, and I am saying you should leave." Thistlepaw lashed his tail "Who are you to tell me where I am and am not allowed to be? Is it because you're the fucking leader's apprentice? Huh? Is it?" He unsheathed his claws "Because, let me tell you, I'm not about to get ordered around by Hollowstar's pet."
Hey brother, there’s an endless road to re-discover. Hey sister, know the water's sweet but blood is thicker.
A cold snap of chilled wind howled through the air like the high-pitched whine of a violin. Leaf-fall was in full swing and Leafbare was nipping steadily at it's heels, yapping with all it's voice that trouble lied ahead. Gingerbelly sighed, sitting squarely atop the Sunningrocks her stomach pressed to the warmth underneath. It was no secret that the whole forest was in turmoil. The Sickness had been ravaging Shadowclan since the dawn of her warriorship, Windclan had been set ablaze, Riverclan was starving to death, and her dear Thunderclan, well, Shadowclan had been giving them their fair share of trouble. Yet, even as she sat, her lungs full of the smoke from the burning world all around her, the buff she-cat could not help but think of her own troubles. An apprentice. Such a large burden in an time that was already so pressing. It only had been just short of two years since the day her whole world fell to it's knees and even now she and her whole family were still reeling. Of course, Ginger did not blame Softheart, after all, he was only being himself, but she could blame everyone else for causing such a rift over it.
She could still blame Blazefang.
No. She shook the thought from her head, forcefully batting it from her mind. It was not right to blame Blazefang, he did not know any better. As much as she screamed, puffed her fur, and hissed at him whenever he made face against his brother she had never given up on the hope that maybe, just maybe, he would come around. He had to come around eventually, to see the err in in holding such blind hatred of a cat that had shared a womb with him. Gingerbelly scoffed, crossing her paws. Blaze would probably deny having shared a mouse with any one of his siblings, let alone their mother's womb. There was always some fault for him to find in the three of his younger siblings. Softheart was gay, Hazelbones was mute, and Ginger herself was fat, a 'sin' and flaw to pick on for every sibling. But, of course their worst transgressions were defending Softheart and Softheart defending his very existence.
Gingerbelly growled, forcefully derailing her train of thought. She was not going to waste time thinking like this. She had to focus on what was important, helping her brothers and being as good a mentor to Laurelpaw as Nightchaser was to her. There was still hope, still time to show Blazefang the light, still time to make the most of her mentor-ship. She sighed, there was still time to set things right.
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