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!
Blinking open his eyes, the alabaster tom sat up in nest, trying to wipe the exhausted look from his face. Letting his gaze travel out the entrance of the den, a soft smile appeared on his maw, and danced across it as he realized he was probably the only one up. The darkness was inviting, and the cold chill of the early morning air woke him instantly. Carefully stepping over his sleeping clanmates, not wanting to disturb them, the twenty-three moon old made his way out of the den. As he stepped out, Whiterun took a deep breath, enjoying the way the chilly air hurt his throat.
Brambles, leaves, trees, ThunderClan. Sitting down just outside of the den he’d recently appeared from, the warrior blinked his fiery orange eyes once more, taking in every inch of the camp with a blank, yet warm, expression. The guards were probably still stationed outside of the camp, and in all honesty, Whiterun loved guarding the camp. Though, he hadn’t been assigned to any early morning duties for today, which were always his favourite seeing as he loved to wake up early. Despite the fact that he hadn’t been assigned to anything, he’d find something useful to do before his clanmates woke up.
As he scanned the clearing, a small hole caught his eye, and he frowned. A hole in the log in which the elders made their den? That certainly would not be a good thing. Should rain and cold get in, they could easily catch a cold, perhaps even a cough. Though, it wasn’t greencough season, but hey, anything was possible, correct? Looking around the camp, he carefully trotted over to the camp entrance, and headed through the tunnel and out into the forest, looking for leaves and brambles to patch up the hole on the log.
Luckily, it wasn’t very hard to find either of those things in ThunderClan’s territory, which was full of trees and undergrowth. Offering a nod to the guards by the entrance, Whiterun took off, headed towards a big oak tree not too far from the camp. Early morning runs were certainly delightful, and since it was still dark, he felt powerful. Powerful as he bounded through the night, as most other cats were asleep in their camps, stretched out throughout all five of the territories. Skidding to a halt in front of the oak, he smiled, and jumped up, grabbing a leaf between his forepaws. Landing, he set it down, before repeating this a few times.
Once content with his leaf collection, he picked them up, and set off to find brambles. Rather than sprinting through the woods, this time Whiterun went along at a slow trot, keeping his eyes peeled for prey, brambles, and intruders. Though, brambles were his main concern at the moment. And when he came to a bramble bush not too far from the oak tree, he set down his oak leaves, and carefully began to nip a few bramble strands from the bush, careful not to cut his mouth on any thorns.
By the time he was ready to return to camp, the sky was starting to lighten ever so slightly. Dawn patrol would be rising soon. Picking up his supplies, again being careful not to stab himself on a bramble thorn, the pure white tom galloped through the territory and back towards the camp. Enjoying the fresh air rushing through his fur, Whiterun slowed a bit, in order to prolong the feeling. But the clan would need him back in camp, wouldn’t they? Sighing lightly, he once more nodded to the guards, before padded back through the tunnel, and trotting over to the elder’s den.
Setting his supplies down, he blinked, and stuck his head in through one side of the log, wanting to see if anyone was awake, just to alert them that he’d be beginning work on their den and there was no need for them to panic. When it appeared no one was stirring, he pulled his head right on out, and set to work, placing a few brambles first to create a strong foundation, weaving them together with a few leaves to keep the cold out. Creating a few layers, he worked until the dawn patrol appeared from their dens.
Turning to greet them with a nod and a smile, Whiterun returned to his now finished work, smiling at the completed patch. There, he’d saved the medicine cat and the medicine cat apprentice a few trips over here, as aching bones and itchy noses would certainly be a complaint had he not prevented rain and early morning cold from getting into the log where the elders slept. Turning, he padded over to the warrior’s den, sat down outside of it, and noticed for the first time his appearance. Leaning down, he began to smooth out his ruffled fur, and lick the scraps of moss and other assorted territory items from his snowy pelt.
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When dealing with discipline in his Clan, Axel had a rather narrowed approach; that is, he was far more likely to see a cat as an individual, acting alone, then as part of some larger group. This had been the case with the warrior, whom Axel had seen as a threat to be eliminated. That his actions would have negative repercussions on the other dissenters he kept company with was a detail Axel hadn't been particularly interested in, and honestly, if it hadn't been for Tinsel, he probably would have never considered. Axel's intelligence didn't lie in the soft emotions of relationships and feelings, but rather in the straightforward business of action and reaction, black and white, that served a deputy extremely well. For a leader, who had to be more in tune with the former, being so heavily biased towards rationality was a threat to stability as real as any mutineer. "Cab, a moment," Axel said after Tinsel finished speaking, a slight twitch of his ears indicating the caracal to halt his journey. "Perhaps we'll hold off for a moment yet." He regarded Tinsel, eyes cool, as he thought over her words. He wasn't a complete idiot; he knew that Tinsel had a low opinion of his intelligence, and though it rankled, he also acknowledged that - at this point in time - she could still outwit him. But that was all transitory. Axel changed, though he preferred the things around him to stay still.
"How can they expect power if they have shown me they don't deserve it?" Axel asked flatly, eyes boring into Tinsel's. "Those who are good are rewarded. Those who step out of line are not." He waved an absentminded tail at Cab, grouping his greatest asset into the former. "I don't deal in uncertainties, and those who talk behind my back are uncertainties. I'm not going to cater to them." He said this with finality; Axel could be manipulated, as Tinsel had discovered and used to her advantage, but he was also assertive in the statements that mattered. If he blocked a certain bridge to one way of thinking, then the bridge was as good as burned; workarounds in the forms of shoddy rafts were the next best bet, but only if you had the patience and the skill. "But I agree with the infighting." He gave her a curious, slightly appraising look. In some distant part of Axel's mind, it occurred to him that in another life, he and Tinsel would have likely been in accordance with a great deal of things, talking down more wayward leaders from impulsive explosions. As it was, though, Axel was pushing his natural abilities far too hard. Leadership demanded far less of him than he believed it did, and therein lay the problems. "I don't believe in such martyrdom-" he flicked a claw disparagingly - "-but your point is fair. Cab, you'll be going on patrol later." It wasn't a question; unlike Piper, Axel did ask questions, but there were some things that didn't need to be asked about. Cab's personal fitness for a patrol was one of them. Of course he'd go.
Tinsel's power to save was, admittedly, limited. The warrior knew it was Axel who had trapped him, and mercy had little effect in the face of such hot-blooded temper. On the other hand, Axel was capable of staging things in very precise ways, and the fear he had instilled in the would-be leaving tom might be enough to keep his mouth shut and his presence retained. Had Tinsel truly wanted to insure the survival of the warrior, she would have gone a different route - hammering home to Axel that if the leader played his cards right, the warrior would never want to leave. What she was offering now was a solution with merit, but that was nothing if it failed. Should the warrior try to leave again, Axel would kill him, the act of abandonment far more personal than any threat of mutiny. (After all, Axel had only dealt with the problem when the warrior physically tried to escape, though he had been aware of the uneasy loyalty far beforehand; it wasn't like they tried to hide it, the idiots.) He raised an eyebrow at Tinsel. "Is that all you wanted to say?" he asked coolly. It wasn't unfriendly, precisely, but there was a part of Axel that understood her manipulation and reacted accordingly.
[ ooc wow this post was a ride on the struggle bus i apologize for such grossness :c idk where to take this, honestly, so please if either of you have any ideas act upon them because i am like completely blank mercedesbenz[:r.i.p.p.l.e.s:] ]
Hawkpaw was embarrassed. The skin of his ears was crawling from the embarrassment. He hated the feeling of being caught making mistakes, of being shown up. But to be shown up by a kittypet? The butt of ShadowClan's great big joke? Hawkpaw had never felt so ashamed in his life (though he hadn't had much of a life to go on at this point anyway). Why did THIS cat have to be the one to find him out here? She was a laughing stock in the clan, a poor orphan who deserved to be pitied and little else. If she returned to camp with such a catch while he was left with nothing... He could never live it down!
The hot-headed young tom continued to glare back at his "clanmate", tail twitching this way and that. He was determined to show this kittypet just how little respect she could expect from him, but her response was not something he anticipated. 'At least I have something.' Emerald eyes widened, and Hawkpaw's skin again flushed crimson beneath his fur as his head flinched back ever so slightly. She hadn't even blinked at his comments, and that frustrated him. Not only that, but she had the nerve to send a snide remark back; that made him furious. Fuming, the golden-brown apprentice' eyes narrowed, his ears partially tilting back. "Yeah, well... I just started, anyway!" He snapped back in a tone bordering on a hiss, fumbling to pull excuses from the air. "I wouldn't be surprised if you've been out here all day for that scrap, kittypet!" Hawkpaw was practically spitting his words. How dare this poser try to mock him?
ooc: Oh gawd, this is complete garbage. I'm so sorry x( tag:ashes
a beautiful white she-cat with orange spots and piercing amber eyes. she is harsh, dry, intense, sharp, and seductive. escaped a life with twolegs, raised by an old loner, lost her mate in a battle with bloodclanners and then cared for a sick kitten until his death. now roams the forest alone
mothblaze could feel the smile widening on his face as something flared up inside him that he'd never felt before, an emotion oddly foreign to him. he wanted to to hide the grin, brush away the effervescent glow he felt in the hopes that he wouldn't scare away the she-cat yet again, but he was starting to feel like she finally trusted him to an extent. after all, she'd just admitted to finding him attractive... he couldn't help but laugh, though he did it under his breath. the smiles, the laughter... what was he feeling? it wasn't the way he felt when he tried to impress other she-cats; the way he pinpointed what he thought they would find attractive, molding his image to fit what he imagined they'd want. he hadn't intended to run into saffronstreak, hadn't had the chance to become the version of mothblaze he would normally present to her. in fact, he hadn't had a chance to put on any face for her. the ginger tom had ended up pouring out a mess of emotions to her, showing the truest side of himself. there was no way he could return from that, no way he could put on a mask and play pretend with her. yet somehow he was okay with that. maybe that's what the smile meant. he'd finally found someone he could be himself with.
the tom's gaze suddenly turned to his paws. he could be himself around her. he couldn't do that with anyone else. it didn't take mothblaze long to connect the dots. did that mean... that she was the closest someone he had to a friend? that she was the closest he had to anything? the thought made him nervous, something he didn't feel often. he felt the smile, so big just moments ago, begin to fade. the traces of happiness stayed though. somehow he knew that she would always bring them. saffy was something special, and he didn't have words to explain what she was to him. how did one put a label on something they'd never seen, never felt or experienced? just as he was beginning to drift into his thoughts, the she-cat in front of him snapped the tom back to reality, a shy question brushing over him. "your....friend?" the word seemed inadequate as he said it out loud, as if there should be something more, but what words could he say? what could they be? "yeah, friends! of course!" he replied, a little too fast. he hoped she didn't notice as he put the smile back on his face. he did want to be her friend, he really did. but somewhere, deep inside the tom's ginger test, there was an ache for something more.
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The world is in tatters, reeling from a demonic invasion - and the holy retaliation. Humanity has been abandoned to fend for itself in a land now populated with otherworldly monsters and unholy beasts. Mutilated, blind, bleeding, the remnants of a nation will band together - unless their petty disputes and new-found love for violence cause them to tear each other apart.
There is only one city left - a vast fortress held together and divided by sturdy walls, filled to the brim with the dregs of humanity. Once, the city was united under a great leader, but with his death the people fractured. The balance of power has shifted over the years, and now five clans reign over the city.
hello, i'm kongos, nice to meet you. i'm not a character, in fact, i'm the creator of the characters you'l find above this post. so, you came here to read a little about me, i'm assuming? cool! that's nice, i'll get started rather than rambling on, haha. so, i go by kongos, though some do know me as splashy or emerald. my real name is hannah, and if you want to call me that, knock yourself out.
i am fourteen years old, female, and i've been roleplaying since 2009. i joined this site in june of 2014, and actually began roleplaying here in august 2014. at the moment, i only play whiterun of thunderclan. my other character hollyhaze is in storage at the moment, and i'll pull her out at a later date. offline, i run varsity cross-country and varsity track and field. i'm also an area one eventer for horseback riding, and compete with a horse named maverick.
recently, i won my division at states in the four hundred meter dash, and i take a lot of pride in that as well as my school record for the four hundred. i also love glee and grey's anatomy, they're my favourite shows, no joke. in school, i can be awkward, but i'm a social butterfly and try to be friends with anyone. i'm on student government, and try to maintain somewhat good grades.
i'm a digital artist, and i take art requests in my art shop, which can be found in the shops board. i also do graphic design, but i'm not the best with it, so, i recommend getting graphics from some of the really talented graphic designers on this site. uh, i also like homestuck, and i've read a lot of books. might also want to mention that i'm quite sure i'm a lesbian.
a few of my favourite bands are youngblood hawke, magic man, san cisco, sea wolf, bastille, and i really love pitbull, but shh, that's my guilty pleasure. i like a lot of bands, though, so feel free to show me some new ones! i'm 5'7" with light brown hair, which is a few inches past my shoulders. my eyes are a hot mess and look different, but i'm pretty sure they're hazel, but sometimes they look blue or grey so i gave up. despite the fact that i consider myself fat, i've been told i'm very thin, but hey, oh well!
Noticeable features, it seemed, made up the majority of his appearance. With bright, alabaster fur, he probably wasn’t hidden all that well within his temporary haven of twigs and leaves. Fiery orange gaze trained on the other feline, he blinked lightly. When her attention turned towards his hiding place, Whiterun cursed silently to himself, before internally scolding himself as well. What sort of warrior was he, hiding from an intruder? Certainly not a good one. This would earn him a few laps for sure, as well as a few dawn patrols, ones he’d request to be on. Poor actions resulted in more work, in his opinion.
“I know you're in there,” he heard her say. Interesting. Was it because he was covered in ThunderClan scent? His white fur? Or was it due to the fact that he’d leaped into the bushes like the baby he was deep down inside? Most likely.
“Will you come out on your own or am I going to have to pull you out?” A bit of a threat, it seemed. Well, threatening intruders on ThunderClan territory? Whiterun would get banished for allowing them to stay on the territory. And he wasn’t exactly looking to get banished.
Taking a deep breath, the cowardly yet lion-hearted white tom slipped out from the bush, appearing quite uniformed. His expression was blank. Stern. Hard to read. And his fur was no longer puffed up, no, he possessed a very relaxed composure, as there was no need to come off as aggressive. This wasn’t BloodClan, right? Flicking his tail, he allowed himself to study the she-cat before him. She seemed pretty confident, and she wasn’t bad looking. In fact, she was far from it. Pushing those thoughts aside, Whiterun blinked twice, before parting his jaws to speak.
“Do you have business on ThunderClan territory?”
Well, he probably made himself sound stupid. Oh well, right? Not so much.
“If you weren’t aware, this is ThunderClan territory. It’s good you picked us, and not BloodClan. They’re a bit, uh, blood-thirsty. We’re reasonable,” Whiterun explained awkwardly, fumbling with his front paws as he spoke, since he was now sitting, tail wrapped neatly over his legs.
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Chances are if it doesn't break you, it's sure to leave a nasty scar.
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Bryniel is an active Warrior Cats and Hunger Games roleplay, with fun and exciting plots. Active staff and high ranks and is guaranteed to be one of the best live chatbox Warrior Cats roleplays!
Fight for your clan, your mate, your beliefs. Indulge in fun plots, create your own plots an prophecy's, go on journeys to complete them. Enjoy yourself and create MANY exciting friends!
Joining is simple! Just sign up with your information (username.. password..etc). No personal information is required besides e-mail, but we don't use it for anything but sign-up. After sending your registration, simply confirm it in your e-mail and you're good to go!
Joining a clan is simple! Just create your character, or character and put them on your profile, then begin roleplaying them in their clans! You don't need permission to join a clan unless you're an outsider (in roleplay) seeking entry! We also offer rogue/loner/kittypet roleplay in The Outskirts!
Current Plot The dart forest is trying to take over the clans, possessing multiple warriors and turning friends into foes. Multiple cats start disappearing, what will happen next?
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when i felt the tears come, i couldn't stop them. i wanted to see my family. i curl my fluffy tail around myself. oak and i were so close that i felt the threads of our lives wavering in the winds of the past. i felt my heartstrings thrum, i released the questions my mind had held so dearly all these moons. at last. in place of my questions, would be answers. in place of my internal war, there would be peace. the battle would be won. but there was still one question that i didn't know i had in my fluttering heart and trembling mind. the question that flooded my veins, my arteries, my heart. the question that made my paws weak and heart warm. the very question i asked myself as i looked over towards my everything. the delicate curve of her body, the sleek black stripe she bore. her amber eyes, always guiding. sometimes, at night, before we sleep, i see her again. i see her clearly. i see her. not the serious, worried she-cat she is now. the streets have changed the kit i knew. she has given up herself, her being, for me. and she would do it all again in a heartbeat. it breaks my heart. i would do it for her too. i would give myself up just to have back that witty, clever, playful she-cat i knew. i love her. not in the sisterly-companion way that i had always known. it was the love that mother had always yearned for us to have. the love that could win any battle, war, fight or hardship. the love that is undeniable, irresistible. i love her.
i tried first-person this time, tell me which version you prefer please~~~~ ~leppy~ and >Frozen<
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eliza - bloodclan
fall - loner