To make it easier on old and new members alike, we will skip the battle and start role playing. The battle was of course won by the rebel forces, the cats of Autumn were wowed by the powers the Outsiders. The young kits of the clan fought tooth and claw to protect their clan but soon gave up since most of the older cats weren't fighting and had turned against them. Role Play is open -- 6.9.09 -- Ghost
I've tried to move all character bios to the proper boards. There were a few who's fates hadn't been determined yet, so I moved them wherever they were before AutumnClan.
All litters of kits were moved to the kit bios, because some of them are going into different Clans. If you are keeping a kit that does not have it's own bio yet, please make one so it can be put into the proper Clan board. Thanks! -- 6.7.09 -- Moon
Activity Check. Anyone who does not reply will be deleted and cats given away. So get your butts in gear! -- 6.7.09 -- Ghost
Hey there, wonderful roleplayers of FF.
As you know we're doing a big site cleanup in anticipation of it truly being reopened to the public. Please bear with us, and if at all possibly try to get your little corner of the site organized so you're ready too. Whether it be confirming what characters you're going to keep for the new roleplay/plot, editing bios, or whatever else is needed, try to make it happen. Just getting things the tiniest bit more organized and up to date will put us that much closer to our grand reopening!
Thanks so much, you guys are the best.
- The Staffers
The sky has cleared to blue, the rivers no longer red run true.
New life begins with perfection, it's all been treated with correction.
Yet cats start to wonder, about wind, river, shadow and thunder.
When tables turn and destruction starts, each cat will have to take part.
The heavens are clouded, the memories shrouded.
Shadows veil the stars, and reopen freshly healed scars.
Bleak times are to come, and the Clans may yet become undone.
The four lost and nearly forgotten Clans; ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan and ShadowClan are back once again and alive more than ever. But just because all seems well doesn't mean that there isn't a cat or two who thinks ill of their new life.
As the new stories of the Clans are being written and old ways renewed, the kits of the former great Clan of Autumnshade are finding it hard to adjust to a much more free and hard working life style. Tensions begin to build and it becomes very clear that things might not be going as planned.
And as fights begin to break out inside the clans themselves, clan-mates turn against clan-mates and friends who were once as "thick as thieves" drift apart because of thoughtless love. Cats begin to let one similar question pop into their mind. Are four clans really better than one and is there room for two sets of warrior ancestors? Only in time will we see the climax to these stories.
ThunderClan
Leader - - Arrowstar
Deputy - - Open
Med. Cat - - Runningsong Total Cats: 12
Weather --Newleaf the snow is now melting away and new life is spring from its snowy tombs and the breeze is now light and soothing, no longer harsh. Med. Cats should take innovatory of the lands.
Prey -- prey is breeding and the territories around the lake are now teaming with tasty creatures. All Territories have more than enough fresh kill to spare.
Hi Thyme here, but you can call me anything from Zyme, to Thymie to Thymah or Thymzers. I'm your local character mod, so be ncie or I won't accept your bio. JUST KIDDING! I LOVE FF MORE THAN ANYONE HERE! ,Ok well maybe Ghost and Silent luff it more than me buttttt...anyways if you have any questions about bio's or anything in general, feel free to PM me.
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-Greetings to you from the staff of Feral Felines: New Skies, or simply known as FF. This is a literate site for Warriors by Erin Hunter.
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The wrath of the fur clumps [O to the P-E-N] « Thread Started on Jul 7, 2009, 10:23am »
The sweet sound of the river filled his ears. He was awake, alert. His sense of smell kicked in along with his sense of touch. Weird how you have no feelings when you sleep. He seemed to be pressed against a large, cool rock. Siltpatch shook his head and opened his eyes. He wasn't in the apprentice den. He slowly got to his paws and crept around the big stone that he had been under. The river rushed by a few fox-lengths away, calling for him to get in and enjoy the water waving through his fur.
Siltpatch flicked his tail, forgetting that silly idea. He must have fallen asleep out there the night before. It wasn't the first time in the one moon that they had been living there that he had fallen asleep outside of camp, worrying his mother half to death when she woke and found that he wasn't in his den. Shrugging, the tom padded through the unfamiliar territory, weaving uncertainly through the weeds, thinking that he was going the right direction.
After a few lucky guesses and wrong turns, the tom miraculously ended up at camp. He should really learn the territory. What if there had been some sort of attack and he didn't know where his own camp was? It could be fatal. The tom slipped through the entrance and padded through the clearing, then settled down by the apprentices' den. He brought his paw up to his face and began grooming it. He glanced at the rest his fur and was shocked. It was horrid. There were clumps of fur sticking every which way, and unknown species of plants clinging to the clumps. Some twigs were even woven inbetween the hairs, forcing Siltpatch to pull them out with his teeth. He wouldn't be surprised if billions of fleas were having the time of their lives there in his fur. Yes, it was that bad. I bet I looked like a joke when I walked through camp just now. Whatever. Shaking his head, Siltpatch bent over and began cautiously grooming himself; there may be something toxic in that pelt of his.