Post by [Acro.] on Sept 1, 2014 23:53:19 GMT -5
ooc:// I think we should definitely start trying to make these a bit more organized, so... let's give this a try!
Members please read: ONLY post with your cats once that cat's Clan leader has posted. For now, only SunsetClanners have arrived. Also, let's try not to post back-to-back, because this makes it harder and harder for people to catch up. For example:
GOOD = Person1 posts --> Person2 posts --> Person3 posts --> Person4 posts --> Person1 posts --> Person 5 posts --> Person 2 posts, and nothing moves too quickly and everybody has a jolly-good time
BAD = Person1 posts --> Person2 posts --> Person1 posts --> Person2 posts --> Person1 posts --> Person2 posts --> Person1 posts --> Persons 3 and 4 are lost and left behind.
{Hope is the thing with feathers}
Members please read: ONLY post with your cats once that cat's Clan leader has posted. For now, only SunsetClanners have arrived. Also, let's try not to post back-to-back, because this makes it harder and harder for people to catch up. For example:
GOOD = Person1 posts --> Person2 posts --> Person3 posts --> Person4 posts --> Person1 posts --> Person 5 posts --> Person 2 posts, and nothing moves too quickly and everybody has a jolly-good time
BAD = Person1 posts --> Person2 posts --> Person1 posts --> Person2 posts --> Person1 posts --> Person2 posts --> Person1 posts --> Persons 3 and 4 are lost and left behind.
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{Hope is the thing with feathers}
The night was cool.
A day that had been cloudy was now a night so clear that some might glimpse the universes which expanded beyond the star-filled sky. Light from the moon played across the dappled pelt of SunsetClan's petite leader as Ratstar strode through her territory toward the Pond. An entire troupe of cats fell in step behind her--a collection of brave souls who would all fight and die for what they believed and lived by.
These were the cats she led.
These were the cats who trusted her to lead them.
Steadfast pride fueled her now as she entered the clearing, her sharp eyes taking in the silvery darkness. She was the first to arrive. With a swish of her tail, Ratstar dismissed her Clan to find their preferred places, and then she made her own way to the Pond. The leap up onto the stone was smooth and easy, and she sat with her tail placed neatly over her paws while she waited for others to join her.
{That perches in the soul}
Sandstrike strode in behind Ratstar, his expression unusually furrowed and far away. His fiery eyes scanned the edge of the dark clearing, searching the shadows for a glimpse of somebody he knew would not be there that night. His brother-of-arms (and Ratstar's actual brother) had been condemned to the Medicine Cat's Den for more than a moon, now... and Sandstrike was beginning to wonder if he would ever catch wind of Fallowmist lurking in the shadows ever again. With an agitated flick of his tail, the cinnamon warrior took a seat beside the Pond.
Otterfrost wove into the clearing, her pale yellow eyes wide and alert. Her sleek coat of chocolate shimmered in the darkness, pulsing with her muscles as she found a place near the Pond. Sitting back on her haunches, she kept one ear trained on her leader while the other kept track of any of the surrounding bodies.
Otterfrost wove into the clearing, her pale yellow eyes wide and alert. Her sleek coat of chocolate shimmered in the darkness, pulsing with her muscles as she found a place near the Pond. Sitting back on her haunches, she kept one ear trained on her leader while the other kept track of any of the surrounding bodies.