I would like to join Stormclan!
Name:Nightstrike
Personality:Nightstrike is exactly what her name
implies:Introverted,cold,and ill-tempered.She hates being around
other cats,as she grew up a rogue,and when approached she either
offers a sharp rebuke to anything said to her or ignores the words
completely.
Rank:Warrior
Looks:
(I drew this a year ago ew)
Age:One and a half years old
Extra:Nightstrike isn't very powerful,but is fast and
intelligent.Way better at hunting than fighting.
I would like to join Stormclan!
Name: Lunarpool
Personality: Lunarpool is quiet and keeps to herself, but might
occasionally speak to her Clanmates. She is more focused on her
duties than anything else, and thinks she chose the right path of
not only being a medicine cat, but she doesn't regret being able to
not take a mate. She's loyal to the medicine-cat-code.
Rank: Medicine Cat
Looks: Here
Age: 30 Moons aka 2 and 1 half years old
Stormstar sat on the high rock proudly. Today was her first
Gathering. Every half-moon, all the clans had a meet-up. She called
Nightstrike over to her.
Lunarpool shook out her thick pelt. "Hard to deal with this in
Greenleaf, but Leaf-Bare gets its surprise," she mewed quietly,
sorting out the herbs quickly. Juniper berries, looks like we
need more catmint, marigold, we're good on cobwebs... She
sighed and opened her mouth to call to the apprentice she once had,
but remembered that he was killed in a fox attack. She wished he
was back, because he was helpful and kind, but now it was hard for
her to do anything.
Nightstrike lifted her head from where she sat,her eyes flashing in
the moonlight.Her tail twitched at Stormstar's call and she
stood.Her pawsteps were silent as she wove through the darkness
like a needle through black thread before she drew up beside the
she-cat.
"Okay, today is our first Gathering, Nightstrike. Since you are my
most loyal warrior, I have asked the other Clans for permission to
let you stand aside me, since we do not have a deputy yet. I have a
surprise for you after the Gathering, too." Stormstar purred
softly.
Nightstrike shook out her ragged fur."'Kay then,"She
replied,eyelids covering half of her eyes and giving her an
indifferent expression.She turned on her heels without being
dismissed and slid back through the night,coming to a stop
underneath a thorn bush and watching the camp from the leaves.
Stormstar sighed. She wasn't used to being a leader. She was
normally the one in the clan to just hide out, but now she had to
take her responsibilities. She found it difficult to rule the clan,
and she missed the old leader, Rainstar. Obviously, Stormstar used
to be deputy. The secret she had for Nightstrike was her becoming
the deputy, but of course, nobody knew it but her and Starclan.
Nightstrike inhaled the night air and drew it over the roof of her
mouth,taking in its scent.Rain,she thought immediately.She
started to draw in another breath of air but instead doubled over
in a coughing fit,sneezing in between.She finally quieted her
dilemma and rested her head on the ground and its thin blanket of
cold brown leaves.
Nightstrike had not risen from where she had settled herself,still
with her head pressed into the cold leaves.She breathed in their
musty scent,desperate for salvation,and sighed when they offered
her none.She had grown to despise standing among crowds of
cats.Having lived as a rogue up to three moons ago,she'd still not
grown used to being around others.She heaved herself to her paws
and withdrew herself from the thorn bush,snarling as the thorns
caught in her fur,and approached the Highrock,settling among the
gnarled base of the large stone.Nightstrike clamped her jaws shut
to hold in another bought of coughs.
"There you are," She smiled softly. "Welcome to the annual
Gathering!" the Willowclan leader, Ivystar said. All the cats
stomped their paws appreciatively. "Today we will be deciding on
what Clan should get the Oakclan hunting grounds, since their Clan
had died out. I think we should get it because the hunting grounds
there carry rabbits and mice, which is our food." All of Willowclan
cheered, as the rest booed. Next, the Streamclan leader, Riverstar,
spoke. "We should get it because our hunting grounds have been
taken over by twolegs! And Oakclan's hunting grounds have ponds and
lakes, too!" Then, the Amberclan leader spoke. "I disagree. We
should get it. We accept any food, unlike any of you selfish
fiends." He growled. Finally, Stormstar spoke. She was way to kind
to be debating. "I honestly don't care-" She suddenly stopped. She
looked at Nightstrike, expecting her to take over the conversation.
Nightstrike lifted her ears at the thought of entering a debate.She
drew herself up to full height.
"I feel that Oakclan grounds should be divided into segments and
distributed among the clans.Prey is plentiful among us and there
need be no war between the clans over something we want but do not
need."She dropped her head and let her irritated expression take
its usual place."But it sure would be nice to have some action
around here,"She mumbled.
Lunarpool sighed. Another Gathering left at camp. She was the
Medicine Cat! Well, at least the Medicine Cats would be going to
share tongues with StarClan soon enough. She sighed. "Why did you
have to die? StarClan help me, I want Thornpaw to return..." The
thick-furred medicine cat left the den to go get some fresh-kill
from the pile.