A NEW BEGINNING
We are a
mapped
literate
active
realistic
plotted
sited
long-termed
Warrior Cats RPG.
We have a gorgeous forum, with amazing graphics and literacy at it's best used for all important topics.
I am in fact, accepting STAFF APPLICATIONS
via PM on the ANB forum!
A large, season + sky changing map, featuring all the Clans and their territories in full detail, is in the works.
It will be up for download ASAP, though only available for you through our forum for safety reasons. We don't want our map stolen and passed off as another user's work. You will be reported to Feralheart's staff for art theft and most likely be banned from the game, as well as our roleplay (if you had joined it).
As well as us recruiting new staff for our team, we need active members to play high ranks such as deputies and medicine cats.
All the leader positions are currently taken, I'm sorry!
Our roleplay features the four original Clans:
ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and ThunderClan.
It also has kittypets, rogues, loners, and other animals.
It doesn't get better than this!
our
STAFF
Head admin & Site founder
Ravenstar || RiverClan leader
Site coder
no char ||
no Clan
Moderator
Froststar || WindClan leader
Moderator in training
Dawnfeather || RiverClan deputy
Moderator
Ghostfang || WindClan deputy
Moderator
Darkstar || ShadowClan leader
Moderator in training
Willowstar || ThunderClan leader
Behold our
PLOTLet StarClan stomp their paws,
and let the clouds cry,
Be ready for the clash of the claws,
for one cat must die.Four normal kits are born, to a normal expecting queen, in a normal litter. There is nothing unusual about the litters or the kits whatsoever, besides the fact that, at the next Gathering, all the Clans find it to be somewhat peculiar that the kits were named after their Clans and born during the same time frame.
Windkit, a wiry light brown she-kit birthed into WindClan. Riverkit, a burly silver-blue tabby tom birthed into RiverClan. Shadowkit, a small, petite ebon she-kit birthed into ShadowClan. Thunderkit, a large, strikingly orangish-yellow tabby tom birthed into ThunderClan.
The kits' Clanmates begin to notice a somewhat 'powerful aura' around the adolescents as they begin to grow. When apprenticed, they don't seem overly excited to learn the battle moves- of course, they eagerly claw their way through each lesson, but they want to learn the fighting skills so they could not "shred some WindClan fur, i.e", but use them to defend their Clan to the hardest, unlike the other apprentices. They want to hunt to feed their elders and queens as well as their leader and medicine cat, again unlike the other "normal" apprentices whom would typically devour that mouse they caught right on the spot, if it were allowed- some may even breach the warrior code because of their greedy apparel. The prophecy kits (of whom no cat knows are part of the prophecy, yet) don't grimace when ordered to pick ticks off of the elders' rugged coats, they don't gag when told to help the medicine cat collect herbs. Soon, their Clans begin to suspect something off about these good, down-to-earth cats.
As new warriors, the Clans begin to plummet into turmoil. The kits, having been named Windstreak, Riversplash, Shadowstep, and Thunderheart, are distraught. They try to stop the fighting within their own Clan, but to no avail. Soon, as expected by every cat, a full-throttle battle among all four Clans breaks out in the Gatheringplace at the full moon.
Of what was supposed to be a peaceful night below StarClan's watchful gaze, turned into a screeching, yowling massacre under a blood-red moon. Windstreak, Riversplash, Shadowstep and Thunderheart fight bravely for their own Clans, before running into each-other on the sidelines of the battle. As the expression in the so-called enemy cats' eyes dawn on them, their bristling pelts begin to smooth as they work out a plan to stop this, once and for all.
They sprint toward the Great Rock, and manage to get there unscathed. Bunching their muscles and leaping to the top, they take a second to observe the bloodied scene before them. Horrified, the cats screech at the top of their lungs, and- it must have been StarClan's will to make their voices heard over the caterwauls of battle- their Clanmates ominously stop fighting and listen to the four cats. A few blood-hungry warriors make a move at the prophecy subjects, but are held back by their Clanmates, for the cats' words are soothing and meaningful.
The battling stops suddenly, as a blanket of calm covers the bruised cats below. The wind whistles through the Great Oaks that shelter the cats at Fourtrees. As the leaders step up to gaze at each-other, they begin to speak; of peace, returning to the docile lives they once lived, forgetting all of this madness. Just then, the wretched cats of StealthClan as well as the Tribe of Rushing Water burst into the clearing, hackles raised and teeth bared. The Clans recoil in shock, unsure how to react to their allies from the mountains, now turning on them- though a few warriors instinctively surge forward to lash out at the rogues of StealthClan, whom have been both the Clan and the Tribe's enemies for ages, now side-by-side with the mountain dwelling cats, much to every onlooker's shock.
As the two, Tribe and rogue Clan, pelt forward and rain vicious attacks down on the forest cats, the Clans unite as one, and eventually beat the two groups without taking major hits to their battlemates and without loss of territory or anything of the sorts. Once chased out, the Clans turn to face each-other again, this time totally at peace among their company. The leaders step forward once more to gather the watching warriors' attention, and to thank Windstreak, Riversplash, Shadowstep and Thunderheart for making them see sense and for uniting them, as well as taking charge in the battle (which they did do in fact, not the leaders). When they are called forth, only three step forward. Panic runs loose, for none of the Clan cats had seen the third prophecy cat fall in battle, however, the lost warrior's three newfound allies had seen, so they had a story to tell.
Once the news had been dealt, all the bodies were gathered, surrounding the fallen prophecy cat's corpse in a semi-circle. Each Clanmate stepped forward to each fallen warrior to give final blessings and thanks. As the sun peaked over the horizon in hintings of a new day, the cats set off toward their own territories once more, to continue on with their lives, though with the loss of one special warrior among them all, who now watches them from StarClan.
I hope to see you there!
-Raven on ANB forums
-Sock on FH
