The CliffClan Roleplay - Book 3

[Golden]

C L I F F C L A N:

L E A D E R:

SWIFTSTAR -- Soft cream colored with brown paws.

D E P U T Y:

LEOPARDPELT -- Spotted golden tabby tom with unusal pale blue eyes.

M E D I C I N E C A T:

STORMSHADOW -- Thin but strong brown she-cat with a white underbelly.

A P P R E N T I C E:

RAVENPAW -- Black she-cat with pretty light gray markings that look like the wings of a raven on her sides. Her eyes are golden with amber specks. Her fur is sleek and short, and it's very soft.

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VENOMFANG -- Bright-eyed black cat with amber eyes and a white blip on his nose.

WHITEFOOT -- All black with one white foot, and bright green eyes.

THUNDERSCAR -- Black tom with white paws and a white muzzle. He has piercing yellow eyes and a scar across his right eye.

DAWNWHISKER -- Orange-brown she-cat with three white paws and amber eyes.

FOXSTRIPE -- Golden-brown-redish warrior with white paws, a white muzzle, and a white tipped tail.

EAGLESTRIPE -- Large and powerful tom, that has light gray fur with darker stripes. His eyes are a striking amber, bringing out the brown fur in his muzzle and eyes. His tail a light gray with darker, almost black stripes.

QUICKFOOT -- Dark gray warrior with black tabby stripes and a shaggy mane of black fur going down his back and coming over his face.

LEMONFUR -- Dark brown with light brown highlights/stripes and yellow eyes.

FOGSTREAM --
Light gray and blue she-cat with small black flecks. In some angles there is what looks like a black stripe going down her spine, but really there are just a few small black lines going partway up her back, stopping, and then beginning again further up. She has a pink/reddish nose and long white whiskers. Fogstream has a white muzzle and a white chest and paws. Her tail is blue with black stripes and ends with a black tip. Her eyes are a very light blue with just a hint of green.

SHADENIGHT -- Light brown tabby with darker patches of brown and black on his paws and along his back.

A P P R E N T I C E S:

TIGERPAW -- He is a short haired, bengal colored cat with pale green eyes. He has a scar on his muzzle and a torn ear.

WHISPERPAW -- Sleek black cat with a white muzzle and silvery patches all around. She has sparkling hazel eyes.

WOLFPAW -- Pure white cat with yellow eyes and long, sharp teeth. He has a very light gray underbelly, muzzle, and front paws.

SCORCHPAW -- Orange-red tom with amber eyes and a white underbelly.

SONGPAW -- Thin, diminished she-cat with a tabby gold-and-brown pelt that lightens toward her muzzle into a cream color. She has forest-colored eyes that seem to change color in the light, becoming brighter and darker. She has large ears and her nose is black and pink, and the last bit of her tail is black with a white tip.

FEATHERPAW -- Brown she-cat with stunning green eyes.

Q U E E N S:

LIMEMIST -- All black with several dark brown highlights/stripes and green eyes.

K I T S :

VINEKIT -- Brown tabby tom with green eyes.

BLACKKIT -- Jet black pelt and blue eyes.

LIGHTKIT -- Bright white star shape on her face and a dark brown pelt, blue eyes.

DAWNKIT -- Golden tabby with light violet eyes.

SEAKIT -- Grey-blue fur, white paws and stormy dark blue eyes.

E L D E R S:

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[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

Limemist lay in the nursery, her stomach rippling in pain. "Leopardpelt," she called, "I think it's time! Get Stormshadow!" She watched and pushed as hard as she could, hoping everything would go well. Her mate nor the medicine cat had arrived, but she could not hold in her kits any longer.

They were coming.

Her flesh curled and flexed as one by one, alone in the nursery, she pushed out four healthy kits. She curled them all together, exposing their mouths to air, and began licking furiously to keep them warm.

Tears dripped from her cheek. She had four beautiful children, and she would do everything in her power to protect them and help them grow up strong.

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Leopardpelt dashed away from the nursery, going to get Stormshadow, "Come quick, Limemist is having her kits." He said half anxious and half eager, he was going to be a dad.

[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

((Remember the 75 word minimum, little Dawneh<3))

"Leopardpelt," Limemist grumbled as she furiously licked her young kits pelts. "Where are you when I need you? And Stormshadow too. It's too bad cats can't just pop out of nowhere when you need them the most." The little kits began to mewl loudly, and Limemist exposed her belly so they could drink. They would need strength if they wanted to live. I'll talk to Leopardpelt about names when he gets back. She thought, delighted to be the mother of four beautiful kits.

[i hope dawn never comes.]

(( Oh sorry! ))

Leopardpelt couldn't stand to be away form Limemist any longer than he alread had. It just killed him inside, so this is what love could do to a guy. The tom's big golden paws hit the ground, trying not to skid as the tom raced back to get to his mate. The kits would probably already be born, pitty. And he missed it all, Leopardpelt padded into the nursery to see Limemist and four beautiful kits, "Hey." He whispered giving his mate a lick on the cheek.

[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

"Lightkit," she pointed to the one with a bright white star shape on her face and a dark brown pelt, "Blackkit," she pointed to the kit with a jet black pelt and gorgeous blue eyes, "Dawnkit," she pointed to the golden tabby with blue eyes, "and last but not least, Seakit," She nudged the kit with grey-blue fur, white paws and stormy dark blue eyes. "They're beautiful, aren't they?"

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Leopardpelt's breath stopped as he looked at his kits, they were the most beautiful kits in all of CliffClan. "They're beautiful." He whispered nuzzling his mate. "I can't believe they're mine. And yours." Leopardpelt said quietly, he could believe the were Limemist's because she was beautiful. He didn't think of himself being very handsome. The golden tom pushed his thoughts away and decided to focus on his kits, taking a seat next to his mate, he began to lick the four kits.

[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

"This'll be great. Our kits will grow up to be the best warriors this forest has ever seen. Strong, loyal, courageous, but still caring." Limemist licked her kits with pride. "I never would have dreamed of this day back when I was still living alone in the forest with Lemonfur." Her eyes clouded with memory as she paused from licking.

[Golden]

"Fogstream, come on back and let me take a look at you," Stormshadow called to the blue-gray she-cat. Fogstream cast a look at the exit and stood up, shaking little bits of moss from her pelt. She trotted back to Stormshadow and purred.
"It's nice to hear that CliffClan is getting another set of kits."
"It is," Stormshadow agreed. "And they could be born any time now." The medicine cat checked all of Fogstream's scratches carefully for infection. None of them seemed swollen, so she just covered them in cobweb to protect them and help them heal.
As she was being examined, Fogstream noticed a change in Stormshadow. She became quieter, more focused and thoughtful. When the medicine cat stood up she was met with Fogstream's concered gaze. "What's wrong?" The she-cat asked her in a voice hardly louder than a whisper.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Stormshadow's eyes cleared and she purred loudly. Fogstream still appeared to be confused. "You're going to be joining Limemist in the nursery."
Fogstream laughed softly. "Oh," was all she could get herself say, but Stormshadow could see that she was very excited.
"You're all right. Just a few healing scratches. Will you send Quickfoot in? After you tell him the news, of course."
"I will," Fogstream promised, heading toward Quickfoot already. "You'll never guess what I just learned."

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Leopardpelt purred as he listened to Limemist talk, "What's wrong?" The tom asked opening his eyes to look at his mate. He moved closer to her, "Is something worng?" He whispered looking at her eyes. She had stopped licking the kits, and was now gazing. He was confused, but he stayed quiet and awaited an answer. He wanted to know what happened back in the forest with Lemonfur, did he hurt her? Leopardpelt desperately wanted to know.

[Kori~ <3]

((soo....what's happening right now?))

[Lawl[iet]]

"What?" Quickfoot meowed anxiously. "Is something wrong? What happened?" The tom was fretting too much. He was concerned for Fogstream. The black-furred warrior nudged a vole towards the she-cat and gestured for her to sit with him.

[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

((Leopardpelt and Limemist have four new kits, and Fogsteam and Quickfoot are soon to be parents as well. Pretty much, that's it. Unless I'm a dummy and forgot something.))
"No," Limemist shook her head, "Being brother and sister, we just fought alot. Prey was hard to find. At one point I took a piece of his ear out with my claw because he ate my fresh-kill. Leaf-bares were terrible. Before we decided it was necessary to re-unite, we were total enemies. Then some rogue told us about the clans, and we came here. I-I never knew my parents. From the day we were kitted, we were alone. It was greenleaf, so we survived. If it would have been Leaf-bare, well. That would be a different story." Limemist sighed, "My brother and I still aren't very close."

[i hope dawn never comes.]

"Oh, " Leopardpelt mewed quietly he really didn't have a response for her words. But the tom wanted some way to comfort his mate, he would do anything, "It must have been very tough, but now you found CliffClan. . ." Leopardpelt whispered licking Limemist's muzzle before continuing to lick the kits, who were drinking. Limemist was right they had the most beautiful kits in the whole wide world, and their kits were going to grow up to be the strongest, bravest cats in CliffClan.

[—ƒrostyy—]

(( Umm... I redid the ranks, and I just wanted to remind Lighty and Dawn to make a form for all their kittehs kits. (:
Sorry for the small interruption. ))

[Kori~ <3]

Whisperpaw spotted Shadenight by the meager Fresh-kill pile, she padded up to her new mentor. "Hey," she meowed, flicking her tail with happiness. "The fresh-kill pile looks pretty bad, could you teach me a few hunting moves, and we could go hunting..." she offered, eager to learn some new things about being a warrior. Whisperpaw looked at Shadenight again, her heart melting. She stepped closer to him, brushing pelts. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Shadenight...

[Golden]

Jun 28, 2009 18:47:58 GMT -5 Lawl[iet] said:

"What?" Quickfoot meowed anxiously. "Is something wrong? What happened?" The tom was fretting too much. He was concerned for Fogstream. The black-furred warrior nudged a vole towards the she-cat and gestured for her to sit with him.

((Hey, Petal! Please remember the 75 word minimum. It's new though, so you probably just missed it in the PM sent out. (: ))

Fogstream found Quickfoot's anxious tone of voice to be both funny and sweet. She purred softly and picked up the vole, slowly making her way toward the shady edge of the camp without looking back or answering the tom. The queen would have played the game longer but she was bursting with excitement.

Dropping the vole and spinning around Fogstream exclaimed, "I -- we -- are having kits!" Her eyes searched his face carefully, hoping to see any sign of joy. She didn't understand why, but she felt like she needed to know that he was as happy about this as she was. She needed his approval.

[—ƒrostyy—]

Shadenight waved his tail in greeting. "Hey, Whisperpaw! Sure, I guess we could go hunting..." he trailed off, looking at the smallish freshkill pile.
"The freshkill pile is pretty small... It definitely needs to be refilled. But we can do that," he added, eyes lighting. He turned to look at Whisperpaw.
"Would you like to go now?" he asked, claws scraping the ground excitedly.
He looked up at the sky to see how much time they'd have. The sun was almost completely above the horizon, so they still had a while until sunhigh.
"I was thinking we'd head to a clearing to practice first, then head a bit farther from camp," he suggested, eager to hunt.

(( LOL he's really random. xD ))

[we can LIGHT(y) up the sky(:]

((I fixed it on the ranks for you.))

"And thank StarClan I did." Limemist purred. She watched her kits wriggle around and mewl. Some were even beginning to open their eyes, and the colors were gorgeous. She loved them more than the world and they had only been part of her life for a very short time. "Leopardpelt? I'm starved. I'm sorry to send you away but, could you bring me some fresh-kill?"

[i hope dawn never comes.]

Leopardpelt chuckled, "Don't be sorry, I'll be right back." The golden tom mewed turning around and slipping through the entry of the nursery. When he reached the prey pile his golden eyes scanned for the fattest, juicest piece of prey for his mate. Leopardpelt let out a purr of satisfaction when he saw a plump pheasant. The tom pulled the piece of prey from the pile before coming back into the nursery, "Here." Leopardpelt mewed dropping the prey infront of Limemist.