Warrior Cat RP

The foaming-mouth disease has destroyed the clans and the survivers must stay strong if they want to rebuild the clan. It is leaf-fall and times grow hard.

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Last edited on 2017-03-14 at 06:05:30 by Second Chances🍂

Fuzzystripe wakes up with a jolt. He had had another nightmare. Carefully he climbed down the dead tree that he had been sleeping in, and sniffed the air. Prey had been scarce with the foaming-mouth disease and leaf-fall. "I wonder if I'm the only surviver. I hope Tigerheart wasn't bitten".

Cherrybranch blinked sleep out of her eyes. She stood up and looked around the distroyed camp. She had come here after the outbreak stopped to look for survivers. She had found none.

Tigerheart trotted down the hill towards the forest, he had been up to Windclan territory to check for any survivors and had ended up exploring out much further than intended and being gone for weeks. He'd found trails of dead Windclan cats as they'd tried to flee the disease, this had upset him greatly when he found his good friend Ravenclaw dead, unburied miles from his homeland. So he had continued on until he entered a village where the spread of the disease had stopped, he concluded all kitty pets mustn't have been affected, probably because they were pampered by humans (and got vaccinated against the disease). Coming back to the moment in hand he entered the forest and trotted on towards Shadowclan camp to see if his brother was still alive.

Stormclaw wondered along a pathway that usually brimmed with prey but there had been none here alive since the foaming mouth disease, he continued on further well out of Thunderclan territory, it is odd having no borders to respect now he thought sadly.

Moonpaw sat shivering in the cold den, she'd done her best to bury her clan mates and leader but she was only a small cat and an apprentice at that. She sank down into the stale bedding and let her tears fall.

Cherrybranch slowly climbed out of the camp and pricked her ears at the call of a bird. Excited at the sign of prey, she quickly pinpointed it and crouched down.

Leaftail - Thunderclan Warrior
Leaftail stirred and blinked his piercing yellow eyes in the sun. He had slept past daybreak. He groaned. That's what you get for travelling so late. But he was glad he had. He had finally made it back to the clan's camp. It was silent the night before. He wondered if the foaming-mouth disease had killed everyone. He stepped out of the pile of leaves he was nestled comfortably in. He had gone back to his kithood ways of hiding in leaves as he had traveled. If foaming-mouth strains were still dying out, he'd prefer not to get bit by anything. His muddled fur blended well with the first crackly leaves of leaf-fall. He shook his thin fur out and gave it a few licks, hoping it would thicken soon before the cold of leaf-bare came. He sniffed the air for other cats and prey. He had learned to identify the off-scent of the foaming-mouth disease in prey, predators, and other cats.

Stormfur - Riverclan Warrior
The dark grey she-cat yawned as she padded under the canopy of trees. A gurgling of water ahead of her made her heart race. She blinked her blue eyes and hurried her pace. Yes, there it was! She took a deep breath of the river-scented air. It was good to be back. She licked her fluffy pelt. It didn't hold the same slipperiness it used to. She sighed. She had fished when she could, but she was excited to catch prey from the old river. She jumped into the cold waters and paddled upstream toward where the camp used to be. The bank appeared where as an apprentice she had fished and swam. She paddled strongly toward it. She sadly wondered who would be left, who had returned. She climbed the bank and shook water from her fur. Her eyes flashed in the light as she cast her eyes around. A scent hit her nose. Her whiskers quivered. A tint of fear-scent. And a strong cat-scent. She padded slowly into the quiet clan clearing. She heard sniffling and padded toward a den. A young cat, an apprentice at the look of it, lay crying on stale bedding. "Hello," she mewed softly.

Moonpaw - riverclan

The young cat had fallen into a light, disturbed sleep, in her dreams she scented a familiar cat, an old member maybe. At the word "hello" she leapt to her feet looking around frantically for an escape, the shadowy figure in the entrance didn't move and she knew she couldn't get out of the den any other way so she raised the fur all along her neck prepared to fight her way out.

Stormclaw - thunderclan

Wandering along the cat path he became sad thinking of how the forest used to be and his old clan mates that were no longer living and breathing. These thoughts made him angry at himself for allowing them to creep back into his mind so he picked up his pace until he was racing through the forest, running blind.

Cherrybranch pounced. The bird let out a warning call before dying. Carefully, she sniffed it, checking for disease. Finding none, she picked up her kill and carried it up a tree to eat

Stormclaw - thunderclan

Slowing to a trot he collected his thoughts again, "this wont do any good" he nuttered out loud, he needed to find some prey. He knew he'd disturbed most of the forest behind him so paused, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws,and let the noises of the woods settle down around him. Then he stalked on until he scented a mouse in the leaves ahead, it moved very slightly and he caught sight of its exact location. With careful paw steps he neared and then pounced, success!

Stormfur - Riverclan
She smiled sadly at the young cat. An apprentice? Had the disease made her this jumpy and scared? "It's okay, little one." She kept her meow steady. "I am Riverclan." She didn't usually talk much, but she didn't want to cause more hurt and pain for what seemed to be a clan that no longer was there. She took a step into the den and sniffed the air. Stale bedding hit her nose. She would have to replace all the bedding in all the dens as soon as the young cat was relaxed. There were no borders, now that the foaming-mouth had desecrated all the clans. She sighed, knowing she would do her best to stay within Riverclan's old borders. She would strengthen their scent. She would do her best to rebuild this clan. She wondered where their old leader was. Wetstar had sent off a large group of sick cats near the beginning of the epidemic. It was a wise move. Stormfur had left to escape what felt like oppressing depression in the camp. Now, she wished she had stayed. But would she have lived to comfort this cat here?

Leaftail - Thunderclan
He sniffed the air and the smell of fresh-killed prey hit it and twisted his stomach in knots. Not only the smell of food from his home, but cats! He jumped from where he sat and dashed silently through the forest. He pulled up short, crouching and watching a tom staring jubilantly at a mouse. He blinked yellow eyes, suddenly nervous. He rebuked himself and stood, shaking out his short mottled fur. "Hello, are you Thunderclan?"

Moonpaw - Riverclan

She sat very still but was prepared to fight, her mind running on over drive and when the she-cat said she was riverclan she thought this must be a lie, there had been no riverclan cats here other than her for weeks. As the cat stepped into the den the light was more even and she could see the cats face... "S-s-stormfur?" she asked hesitantly. Surely this couldn't be! Moon paw hadn't seen Stormfur since the beginning of the disease she had assumed she was dead!

Stormclaw - Thunderclan

Tucking into his mouse he suddenly heard pawsteps come up behind him, he spun around ready to fight but still had his mouthful so looked rather comical. Quickly swallowing he looked at this new cat carefully, "yes I was Thunderclan, who are you?" having been away for so long he was unsure he could remember everyone's names and in this dangerous time he couldn't be too careful. In the back of his mind a name was popping out at him, maybe this is Leaftail he thought suddenly. The tom-cat looked quite different and much skinnier.

Tigerheart - Shadowclan

Wondering on through the forest he entered Shadow clan borders and quickly marked them then thought what was the point, there was no clan to protect now. He didn't even know if his brother was alive let alone anyone else.

Fuzzystripe coughed. He had picked up whitecough with no medicine cat to help him.

Cherrybranch looked around, the bird still in her mouth. She could smell mouse! Dead, but not from disease. She quickened her pace and peered around a bush. Two cats stood there, one had a mouse.

Tigerheart - shadowclan

Trotting into camp he froze pain hearing a cough, ohh no there is still infected cats here! he thought in fear. Looking aroundhe tried to locate the noise... "hello" he called out. The ginger tabby was in good health and fit from his journey to the edge of the clan land and back so he was ready for a fight.

Stormclaw - thunderclan

Watching leaftail carefully in case it wasn't who he thought it was be became aware of another presence near by. He had developed this sense whilst searching for other survivors weeks ago, his ears flicked towards where Cherrybranch stood, there was definitely something there but he didn't take his steel blue eyes off leaftail.

Fuzzystripe stiffened. "H-hello? Whos there?" He slowly backed away. He was in no condition to fight.

Cherrybranch gasped. Her clanmates! She had though them to be dead.

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Tigerheart

With instant recognition of the voice that had spoken he called out "Fuzzystripe is that you?!" his voice was laced with tinges of fear, nerves and excitement, "my brother is that you?" as asked as he stepped around the edge of a thorn bush to try to catch sight of the cat whose voice the words had belonged to.

Last edited on 2017-03-07 at 15:46:20 by Tiger

"T-tigerheart?" Fuzzystripe stamered

Last edited on 2017-03-08 at 05:30:15 by Second Chances🍂