Warrior cats role play!

Birchclan is a peaceful clan, that live in the beautiful birch forests. Their camp is in a clearing near the center of the forest, where lavender and dandelions grow plentifully. But their mere existence is threatened by a rival clan to the north, Fireclan. Their part of the forest is burnt and twisted with many rocks and barely any prey. Fireclan is smaller, but what it lacks is size it makes up for in strength. Each warrior can lift rocks twice their size, can run the length of the scarred, destroyed forest in minutes, and are bloodthirsty war machines with claws to match. And they hunger most for revenge. Years ago, Birchclan forced them out of their territory to this ragged portion of the forest, and Fireclan has plotted their downfall ever since. Each cat is heartless. Or so they say. But is this really true? And can Birchclan survive the threats that push in from all sides?

You can be in either Birchclan or Fireclan, although we are looking for less warriors on Fireclan's side.

To sign up, please go to www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=87379&page=1#forumtop

Birchclan
Leader:
Deputy: Sandyhill
Medicine cat(s):
Warrior(s):
Apprentice(s):
Queen(s) and Kit(s):
Elder(s):

Fireclan
Leader: Stonestar
Deputy:
Medicine cat(s):
Warrior(s):
Apprentice(s):
Queen(s) and Kit(s):
Elder(s):

Here is my charterer

Username: Ororor
Cats name: Sandyhill
Cats age: 3 years old
Cats gender: Female
Cats clan: Birchclan
Cats status ( warrior, kit, etc. ) : deputy
Cats appearance: a light brown, thin cat with white paws and a white tail tip. She has dark brown spots on her fur, along with a faded scar on her right paw.
Mate ( if any ) : None, looking for one
Kits ( if any ) : none
Backstory ( optional ) : Sandyhill was born to a female rouge, who left her just after she was weaned. A kind she-cat named Silver took her in and brought her to the newly formed Birchclan. She soon became aprentice to the leader, Foxstar, and graduated shortly before Foxstar was killed. She was a loyal warrior and fell in love with ayoung tom-cat named Dewdrop. But in a brutal battle with Fireclan, he was slaughtered trying to save her. After two moons of mourning, she recovered enough to become deputy of Birchclan.

Just to bring this back up, nobody ever replied on this. so since I'm Stonestar I guess ill rp




Stonestar got up and looked outside his den, most of the warriors were out hunting for food obviously. Mostly the camp was deserted like usual.

My cat is named Dawnstream she is a female with golden fur, white tipped ears, white tipped tail, white paws, and blue eyes.

Dawnstream padded into camp holding a plump mouse in her gaws. She dropped the mouse into the fresh kill pile as she spotted Stonestar outside of her den. "Hey Stonestar, looks like all the warriors are out hunting," she said walking towards her.

'It seems so..' He said in a mysterious voice. He seemed to change personalities a lot. He went back in his den and laid down.

Dawnstream began to walk to the warriors den, but stopped as a yowl came through the trees. Before she knew what was going one, Dawnstream was already running toward the sound. She ran through the trees to find one of the clans warriors laying lifeless on the ground. "What happened?" Dawnstream asked the warriors patrol group in a panic.
"We don't know, she was following some prey, then we heard her yowl," said another warrior close by. Dawnstream didn't know fully what killed the warrior but it smelled like a rouge."Someone go tell the rest of the camp that we have lost a warrior to a rouge," Dawnstream said sadly.
"A rouge?" Asked an apprentice, her eyes wide with shock.
"Yes, now go," Dawnstream said as the apprentice ran towards camp. She grabbed the warrior and began to carry her back to camp.

Stonestar perked his ears as he heard a yowl through the forest. He leaped up and speeded out of his den, just to notice a app and Dawnstream come into camp, Dawnstream holding a dead body of a warrior. *Gunna make this dramatic* He backed up a bit, realizing it was his mate. 'No...' He ran back into his den.

Dawnstream laid down the she-cat onto the ground so the clan could say their goodbyes, before her burial. She saw Stonestars eyes fill with grief as he saw his dead mate. She walked towards his den as he ran inside. "Stonestar," she paused. "The clan will be saying goodbye soon, and as her mate you should be the first to say goodbye," she said sadly. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Stonestar turned his head toward Dawnstream. 'Yeah..' He got up and walked out, walking toward the body. 'I will miss you.' He whispered as he lowered to touch the dead she-cats nose. After he said his goodbyes, he walked back to his den. Grabbing a vole from the fresh-kill pile on the way.

Dawnstream watched as the rest of the clan gave their respects before the elders took the warrior to bury her. She grabbed a small mouse near the bottom on the fresh kill pile and walk over to the nursery. She shared some of her mouse with the older kits before spotting Stonestar. She went to join him with the rest of her mouse. She didn't say anything, just sat outside his den and took a bite before speaking. She didn't want to bring up his loss so she tried to talk about something different. "So," she paused. "Some of this kits are almost ready to become apprentices soon," Dawnstream said trying to lighten the mood. "They are even trying to copy battle moves from the apprentices."