Ginger Kollie

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

I'll move all the new CSs in the CS page and update the ranks now.

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@Shurikai Hush, you. It's not my fault. I've forgotten the cat talk. If Hawkstar wants it to be midday, it shall be midday!

And don't think I didn't see that bolding there. xD

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Alright guys, me and Tea at midd have been speaking since some of the latest posts have been clogging up the IC. We will be implementing a 3 Strike Rule on posts. If you post three posts which are less then four sentences long, you're out, final. Also, the use of OC clans were talked about, and I have said that we won't be using them. If you wish to talk about OC clans, please refer to them as another 'group' of cats. From now on, I'm striking the use of OC clans as well. Thank you.

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@Blizz With all the OC clans, they're just going to called 'Other Groups' of cats since we're only using the canon clans. Just so you know. :3

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Hawkstar and Gingerflame

Gingerflame let her mind drift, still watching Shadowpaw in the distance. Her son was a loyal ThunderClan member but he still had a lot to prove, being so young. She was concerned that his childish ways would get in the way of him achieving his full potential. And with the realisation that both him and Silentpaw were now 12 moons, their warrior ceremony could come any day. Will they be ready? Gingerflame wiggled her ears. It wasn’t worth worrying about, she trusted Bravefeather, his mentor, to train him well and to make sure he learns the ways of the clan.

"He's turning into a fine young cat, I'm sure you're very proud." She heard the she-cat say, catching her eye for just a second.

Gingerflame gave her a faint smile, shifting her eyes from Silverstorm back towards her son who was trotting back towards them. “Yes, yes I am”. Her son only stopped by for a brief moment before bidding her good morning and dashing off once more. That boy was always on the move. Maybe his boundless energy could be put to better use, like hunting, patrol, anything. Where’s Bravefeather? She should speak to him about Shadowpaw’s progress, see if there’s anything she needs to know.

Hawkstar turned to Silverstorm, giving her a warm smile. Ah, border patrol. Usually, he’d let Ravencoat organise the border patrols but since he’s out of sorts this morning, he saw no reason letting the she-cat have the reigns for the day. In fact, he thought it might be good for her to gain a little bit more responsibility and see how she copes. “I don’t see any reason why not. And yes, Windclan and Shadowclan... good choice. I’ll send a group out to patrol the Riverclan border midday.” He nodded slightly, making a mental side note to himself. “Take whoever’s free with you.”

Both the cat’s attentions were drawn to the arrival of the clan’s Medicine Cat, Mallownose, trotting towards them with Warmpaw. Gingerflame noticed the bundle of herbs that the tom was carrying and could have guessed that it was for her and the Queens. “I’ll take care of it, Mallownose.” She nodded respectfully, peering down at the herbs placed before her. What Mallownose said next, though, caught her, and she jolted her head upright. Her calm presence vanished instantly, and became quickly agitated. “Greencough?” She uttered.

With her last litter, she’d actually had four, nice and healthy kits. Dawnkit, Thrushkit, Shadowkit and Silentkit. It was only a few days after their birth that Thrushkit became incredibly ill with whitecough, which soon turned into greencough. By the end of the week, she’d lost two of her kits, along with a few others in the Nursery. It’d be safe to say that she was distraught by their deaths, and extremely protective over the last two she has left. She wasn’t sure if either of her two sons remember it, since she’d never spoken of the event. The single thought that it might happen again made this tough cat fearful. She couldn’t loose her kits again.

Without a second thought, Gingerflame stepped forward abruptly only to be stopped by the paw of the large tom. He knew where she was going, and for her sake, he wasn’t going to let her. The mood turned cold and sour, their earlier light-heartedness being but a past memory.

“Get out of my way, Hawkstar!” She hissed loudly, glaring at her Leader with a cold expression.

Hawkstar was unfazed, his tone deep and serious. “Gingerflame.”

The pregnant cat edged forward again. “I’m going to talk to Ravencoat...”

“No.”

“No? StarClan help me, Hawkstar, I am NOT asking for permission.” Gingerflame was cold, hissing loudly.

Hawkstar moved in front of her slowly, getting nearer to Mallownose and his Apprentice. “If Mallownose thinks there’s a possibility that Ravencoat might have whitecough, then I am not risking it being passed onto you or any of the Queens. Ravencoat knows that, and so should you.” His voice firm and calm.

The she-cat looked up at him, rage clear in her eyes. And with a quiet hiss in her voice, she warned. “You can’t stop me.”

The tom stretched tall, raising his fur up as he stood his ground. This time, he looked down on her with the ‘I mean business’ look in his eyes. “Don’t make me repeat myself. Take the herbs and give them to the Queens, now, Gingerflame.”

“HAWKSTAR!” She yowled furiously.

“That’s an order. Now.” Whitecough, especially to the kits, was a very dangerous illness since it could easily turn into greencough. He wasn’t going to risk the lives of his clan, how small the risk may be. Even though he was good friends with Gingerflame, he was not going to let her go.

Gingerflame glared at Hawkstar, then back at Mallownose. She knew the large tom was never going to let her go, she was fighting a losing battle. Angrily, she grabbed the pile of herbs, and stormed back into the Nursery.

Hawkstar, after watching the Queen leave, turn his attention back towards Mallownose. He relaxed his muscles, fading back down into his normal posture. “I think that’s a good idea, Mallownose. I’ll keep the Nursery under close surveillance in case anything crops up. It’d be terrible for an appearance of greencough with so many kits coming. Do what you must.” He then nodded his respects to Mallownose, and then again to his Apprentice.

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@Shurikai Thank you, just making sure before I post.

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@Shurikai Haha, just want to make sure, which is the worst, whitecough or greencough? It's been a while since I've read the books. xD

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@LetMeDoStuff Thinking about giving Honeypaw to Frostbite, what do you think?

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@Orior Woot, Gingerflame has grandkits. xD Accepted.

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Orior - Honeypaw

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Details
Name:
Honeypaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
8 Moons
Rank Wanted:
Warrior
Rank Received:
Apprentice

Appearance
Description:
Honeypaw is a small, wiry she-cat with thin legs and a long, crooked tail. She is covered with sleek black fur. It is not thin, although it rests flat against her body. She has a lean appearance, and one can tell as she ages that she will have a body streamlined for running. She stands noticeably lower than the other apprentices, and is, in general, lighter and weaker than other cats her age. Her tail, about an inch from the tip, is bent sharply to her left; it moves jerkily, and when she gets too agitated, the appendage can become sore.
Pelt Colour:
Jet Black
Body Type:
Lean
Eye Colour:
Honey Amber

Personality
Description:
Honeypaw is a quiet, reserved apprentice. She takes to her tasks without complaint, getting them done in a timely and efficient manner to the best of her abilities. She is easy to work and get along with, but her laid back nature is often misconstrued as complacency. She has confidence in herself, somewhat, but sees no issue in letting the more experienced Warriors take the reigns. She is respectful to her elders and mentors, and looks up to the Clan's leader and deputy without hesitation.

The young she-cat, is, however, not much of a socialite. Her time away from her Clan made her reclusive and soft-spoken, and at times she feels a bit out of place and undeserving of place with the other apprentices. She does not like confrontation and rarely goes against the grain. She does not have the connection of the other apprentices, and feels this deeply. She keeps mostly to herself, although she is trying to change this.

One of her biggest fears is being seen as weak or as having traits from when she was taken by twolegs. She never asks for food until she is told to eat, she sleeps with minimal bedding, and she never complains about being out late or hard tasks. She doesn't like to ask for help or admit her own inability to her peers, although she has a hard time not being completely honest with her elders.
Likes:
Patrolling, Fresh kill (rabbits most), solitude.
Dislikes:
Arguing between clanmates, getting in trouble.
Wants:
To live within the clan happily.
Fears:
Being seen as weak, getting lost outside of the clan again, and despises twolegs, especially the young ones.
Strengths:
Stalking/stealth, climbing, running, smelling (has a strong nose)
Weaknesses:
Outright fighting, arguing, lying.

History
Description:
Honeykit was the only kit born to Whitefoot and Darkpelt eight moons ago. She had always been small, to the point where her mother has mentioned Mallownose had at first wondered if she had been born too early. Despite a rough start, Honeykit held on and eventually grew bigger and moderately stronger. She had always been a bit behind, but she was fiercely curious and bold. She had a penchant for getting out and being where she shouldn't, at a few times she had to be rescued from her own adventures (although she had never made it very far). When she was about four moons old, Honeykit made the terrible mistake of running out in the middle of a thunderstorm.

Brazenly, foolishly, the young kit fled the camp and did not stop until she made it to the Thunderpath. Having only heard stories of such things, and not realizing the danger, she waltzed onto its strangely hard surface, like stone, and didn't noticed the growing light of a car until she heard the monstrosity attempt to screech to a halt. Howling, but not loud enough for her to hear over the foreign cacophony, but petrified with fear, Honeykit crouched down low and huddle, shaking, as the car stopped directly over her. Minutes later, a twoleg reached under and hauled her up by the scruff.

What followed was two moons of what the clancat could only describe as torture. Prodding and poked, fed dry kibble and metallic water, and kept from going outdoors, Honeykit hated every moment she spent with the Twolegs. She was always weak because she didn't eat their bitter food. Their young kits groped and grabbed at her, hurting her and forcing her to defend herself against them, only to get thrown in a crate when she did so. The twolegs also held and restrained her, for whatever reason, and again she would get thrown in a crate for clawing her way free of them. At one point, near the end of her time there, she had managed to almost run out of their nest's opening, only to have it slammed shut on her tail, forever bending the tip to the left.

Eventually, the twoleg family realized that the wild kitten would never be their desired companion, and being considerate enough, took her back to the woods where they had found her. After two moons of being held captive, Honeykit was dropped off on the side of the Thunderpath. She didn't know it, but the twolegs hadn't been to far off from where they had found her. Within a week, Honeykit smelled the familiar scent of her clan, and eventually was discovered by a roving patrol.

However, in the two moon she's been back, Honeykit, now Honeypaw, was not the adventurous little rascal she had once been. SHe was now much more tame, and no longer minded being confined to camp. She was not only physically small, thanks to not having eaten properly when she was younger, but she herself just seemed, in a way, smaller. Not as bold, not as brazen.
Crush:
None yet!
Mate:
Kits:
Kin:
Whitefoot (Mother)(I hope that's cool), Darkpelt (Father)
Other:

Orior - Lionkit

Picture:

Details
Name:
Lionkit
Gender:
Male
Age:
Two moons
Rank Wanted:
Warrior!
Rank Received:
Kit

Appearance
Description:
Lionkit is still just a tiny kitten. He has downy orange fur that looks as though it is going to grow in thick and long. His pelt is mostly a dark orange, with some lighter stripes on his legs and the bottom of his belly. His big paws are a much paler orange, and down his chin and neck there is a small white patch.
Pelt Colour:
Orange and tan
Body Type:
Strong / Large
Eye Colour:
Stormy blue

Personality
Description:
Lionkit is rambunctious and proud. He's the bigger one of his small litter, and shows it. He likes to play rough with his 'little' sibling. He attempts to escape the nursery, testing his mother's limits, but his bright pelt and triumphant roar usually give him away rather fast. When his mother got sick, the young cat stayed awake by her side, brazenly telling any cat who came to them that he was going to fight his mother's sickness for her. He would sneak out of the den to drag her freshkill, as though there weren't others already doing so, and ran to Crookedowl's den whenever his mother made a strange noise. Try as he might, the young kit was powerless against his mother's sickness, and she passed, to his despair. He hadn't noticed, as she got sicker, that many of his clanmates, even other queens, had no longer viewed him and his brother as innocent kits. Once Willowfire passed, he and his brother Smokekit were ostracized from the clan. His pride turned his affection for them quickly into hurt anger, and he eagerly awaits being 'banished' to Thunderclan.
Likes:
Playing, his sibling, being accepted
Dislikes:
Shadowclan (for abandoning him), being forced to stay in the nursery
Wants:
To join Thunderclan!
Fears:
Thunderclan being as mean as Shadowclan, not having anywhere to call home
Strengths:
Pouncing, jumping, swatting (ya know kit things)
Weaknesses:
Doing as he's told, respecting his elders

History
Description:
Lionkit was born not too long ago in Shadowclan. His first few memories were of cuddling with his sibling and mother for warmth through the very end of Leaf-bare. The moist marsh winter was, according to his mother, never kind to kits and queens, and she said they were strong for surviving through it while they were still so little. Lionkit took this to heart, and had and has always believed that he and his sibling were inherently strong.

Willowfire got sick only a few short weeks ago. Lionkit took it well at first, but the young tom couldn't really grasp what was happening before she was gone. Lionkit, now barely tolerated in the Shadowclan's nursery, sits waiting with a lashing tail to be escorted to Thunderclan, where his current clanmates said he was being discarded to. He doesn't care what Shadowclan thinks anymore - they don't want him know that his mother is dead and his father is apparently Thunderclan. Lionkit doesn't think that should matter.
Crush:
Mate:
Kits:
Kins: Ravencoat (Thunderclan / Father), Willowfire (Shadowclan / Mother / Deceased), Other Shadowclan kit (Sibling)
Other: