Shadows on the Dawn *A Warrior Cat RP*

[ladybugchickenfarms]

Hmmm...
Meadowsong can switch if you like! She can be confronting Blackpine with her boarder patrol.

(It's a hunting patrol, but for the sake of the roleplay they'll be this close to the border because that's the best place for prey. I didn't realize where the stream was located until I had done it already... oops.)

 

[ladybugchickenfarms]

Moonpaw’s head snapped up as she scented Flameclan on the wind. She observed Blackpine as he parted his jaws drinking in the scent. “Follow me.” He mewed. They reached the border, and found Meadowsong facing a hostile patrol of Flameclan cats. Blackpine, easily bigger than all the other cats, took a calm, threatening step forward, a low growl in his throat.

"Keep your fur on," Cloudfall said calmy, though he could have obviously taken her down, he was bigger than her and had obviously been a warrior longer. "You look as if you're training that apprentice right there," she continued, gesturing with her tail to Moonpaw. "You might want to re-think how close to the borders you train your apprentices. As for me and my patrol, we have a right to be here. Because, as I said, we're on patrol. Just be sure you're more cautious about borders in the future."

 

[Table4Six]

"Keep your fur on," Cloudfall said calmy, though he could have obviously taken her down, he was bigger than her and had obviously been a warrior longer. "You look as if you're training that apprentice right there," she continued, gesturing with her tail to Moonpaw. "You might want to re-think how close to the borders you train your apprentices. As for me and my patrol, we have a right to be here. Because, as I said, we're on patrol. Just be sure you're more cautious about borders in the future."

Blackpine’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he flicked his tail tip in agitation. “Perhaps,” he mewed icily, “in the future you will do well to remember your place regarding the affairs of other clans. Clearly, according to the skill level of our apprentices, we know how to train a true warrior, and amazingly, it takes place without your help. Oh, and I wouldn’t bother sticking around the border.” He mewed pointedly, unphased.

 

[ladybugchickenfarms]

Blackpine’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he flicked his tail tip in agitation. “Perhaps,” he mewed icily, “in the future you will do well to remember your place regarding the affairs of other clans. Clearly, according to the skill level of our apprentices, we know how to train a true warrior, and amazingly, it takes place without your help. Oh, and I wouldn’t bother sticking around the border.” He mewed pointedly, unphased.

Cloudfall narrowed her eyes dangerously, her patience running out. She knew she couldn't risk a border fight with so few warriors, but this tom was beginning to make Cloudfall want to unsheathe her claws. "You would do well to learn who it is you're talking to," she meowed coldly.

 

[Table4Six]

Cloudfall narrowed her eyes dangerously, her patience running out. She knew she couldn't risk a border fight with so few warriors, but this tom was beginning to make Cloudfall want to unsheathe her claws. "You would do well to learn who it is you're talking to," she meowed coldly.

(I'm just gonna roll with the other clans already knowing she was made deputy.)
"Yes," he mewed, "although you can expect respect from your own clanmates, you being made deputy makes no difference to me. Now, don't you have a hunting patrol to attend to." It was not a question, he had made his point quite clear again.

 

[Table4Six]

(This is a character I made for another warriors rp, but it's dead, still I don't want all this work going to waste, and I love this charrie. I've made a few alterations, such as clan, but I'm not taking out the rp example.)
Name: Batwhistle
Age(in moons): 14
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Personality: bashful, loves smelling, looking, and caring for wild flowers on the open moore, seen by some of his clanmates as an oddball, but despite his shyness has a strong will hidden underneath and sense of courage and honor that not even he has discovered.
Clan: Flame
Mentor/Apprentice: none yet
Description: large, lean tom with sleek dark chestnut brown fur, with large, bat-like ears fitting perfectly to his defined jaw and facial structure like that of a lions, finished with handsome sun yellow eyes
History: Batwhistle is a clan born cat and was the only kit in his litter. His mother, Cloverwisp, loves him for exactly who he is and has always cherished a strong bond with her only kit. His father, Cedarheart, however, has never approved of Batwhistle or his love for the scent and sight of flowers, thinking his son could never show the true bravery of a warrior. Unable to see past his own pride, Cedarheart does not even acknowledge Batwhistle as his son or even his kin at all.
Mate/Crush: none
Kits: none
Parents: Mother: Cloverwisp Father: Cedarheart
Littermate(s): none
Grandparents: none yet
Other Kin: none yet
Roleplay Example: Batwhistle crept stealthily through the long grass of the moore as quietly as a mouse, heading for the voices of his parents, Cedarheart and Cloverwisp. How much longer could he let the mother he adored so much suffer the loss and separation from her mate because of him? Because of my strangeness. He thought bitterly. Then a memory came into his mind, so clear, he started, almost giving his position away. He was a kit, back in the nursery with Cloverwisp, head down and tail drooping. ”Cloverwisp,” he mewed in desperation, ”why does Cedarheart hate me so much? Why, why can’t I just be normal?” He blurted out. She looked at him with clouded, but confident eyes, “Batkit, it is not our place to judge the choices of others,” she struggled to keep her voice steady as she continued, “your father has changed, he is not the cat I once fell in love with. Cedarheart has grown power hungry and selfish, caught up in his own pride.” Though just a kit at the time, his eyes had grown round with understanding, worry, and sadness. But when he made no response, Cloverwisp asked him, “Batkit, what is normal?” He looked puzzled, and finally mewed, “You know, I don’t know, Cloverwisp.” Her whiskers twitched. “Quite right, little one.” She mewed. “There is no normal, not where there is love. I love you for who you are. Never change for anyone.” And, pressing her nose to his nose, and her forehead to his forehead, in a playful, loving caress, mewed, “Never ever stop loving, smelling, and caring for your flowers,” and extending a gentle paw pulled him close to her soft, warm fur, finishing, “and I’ll never stop loving and caring for mine, my little Batkit.”

 

[ladybugchickenfarms]

(I'm just gonna roll with the other clans already knowing she was made deputy.)
"Yes," he mewed, "although you can expect respect from your own clanmates, you being made deputy makes no difference to me. Now, don't you have a hunting patrol to attend to." It was not a question, he had made his point quite clear again.

Throwing him one last glare, Cloudfall turned and stalked towards the other end of the border, signaling with her tail for the others to follow her. She paused and lifted her muzzle to taste the air. Cloudfall smelled rabbit.

 

[Table4Six]

@PollyGirl21, anything to add with Meadowsong

 

[ladybugchickenfarms]

@Butterscotchbitesfinger ? I think you're on so make someone in this patrol do something lol

 

[Table4Six]

Moonpaw was impressed by her mentors calm, and how he handled the situation. After the Flameclan patrol was out of sight, Blackpine turned towards her, "Ready to continue that hunting lesson?" He mewed, his eyes sparkling. "You bet!" She replied enthusiastically.