Post by Shadowstalker on Nov 30, 2012 15:59:26 GMT -5
                 
      "A rouge!" The loud snarl splits the forest silence, like the sudden strike of lightning in a night sky, or the howl of a lone wolf on a cold, bleak day. You freeze, every muscle in your body stiff in surprise at the new voice. It's owner, a gray and black patched cat, is only fox-lengths away, eyes ablaze at the fact you crossed the border. Their claws unsheathe, tensing for an attack from you. So these cats were aggressive. No matter, you can hold you own against a single cat.
      Then three more cats join the first, their mottled brown and gray pelts blending well in the trees. Or maybe not....[/i] One cat, you could do, but three more was an entirely different matter. They fanned out quickly, teeth bared and claws unsheathed. Though they stand tail-lengths away, you can see the muscles ripple under their supple flesh. These cats were well matched with each other, all knowing their companions techniques, signals, and tactics. This must be a patrol from one of those wildcat clans. You've heard vicious tales of how they fight together, hunt together, and kill any outsiders who dare betray their presence in their territory. There are suppose to be four of them that live close to each other. Which one was this?
      Doesn't matter now, you think quietly, at the moment, it doesn't matter which one it is. I'm surrounded by a group of vicious cats.[/i]
      "You," the patched gray and black one asks, "What's your name?"
      You calmly tell them your name, even though on the inside your stomach's flipping over. "I'm sorry I crossed you bor-"
      "Too late for 'pologies. Come with us." A mottled brown one said, flicking his tail. The cats lined up to form a tight seal around their new captive, a diamond pattern that was simple but every inch effective. Through the trees, up the cliffs, padding up narrow rocky paths and passing massive redwoods, you arrive at your destination.
      The camp was in the trees, with a simple fallen tree used to reach it. Inside, cats and kits alike were to be seen; eating, playing, chatting, or just dozing under the lazy afternoon sun. One cat from the patrol trotted to a den and popped his head in, re-emerging momentarily with a black she-cat, her intense yellow gaze unblinking. She was murmuring instructions to the cat; your ears strained and caught the words, "prisoner."
      Meanwhile, you are awed by your surroundings. It seems so peaceful here, nothing like the famous tales of ever-occuring war and cat slaughter. Maybe life in a clan wouldn't be so bad. You watch interested at the unique moves two half-grown cats are practicing- maybe one day that'll be you, too.
      Get a hold on yourself, you tell yourself sharply.
      But the black she-cat notices the way you look at everything. "I can tell you are pleased with our ways of living." she mews, her voice spoke with a strange dialect you've never heard before. "Perhaps you would be interested in joing?"
      Your brain stops for a moment. Whoa....wait, what? Is she serious? She just met me!
      And she seem to read your thoughts. "I can see you have the heart for a clan. You are strong, confident, and clearly intelligent. You take interest in our life I haven't seen a rogue have in many a long season. Would you think about it? Meanwhile, take a tour of our living home- we're standing on tree branches, you know."
      And you seriously start to consider it, as a gray tabby who introduces himself as Graysky gives you the grand tour. [/sub][/color]
           
                                                 
                                                        -WolfClan symbol, by Shadowstalker
                                                     "Welcome to WolfClan." -Graysky
           
      "Haha, I suppose I should start with the history of this place. Where do I even begin to start....? WolfClan doesn't go very far back, but it's quite a story..."
      I bet the first thing you're thinking is, 'Why is this called WolfClan?' You were expecting some sort of large wolf banner, or wolf paw print clan symbol, weren't you? We're called WolfClan for reasons I bet not for the same reasons as others. You see, our leader, Shadowstalker, came from what we call the North Lands. Far, far north from here is a land of cold and snow and ice, and mountainous terrain. Shadowstalker lived there until she was fifteen moons old, which then, she left, seeking warmer country with a small band of followers. You will see she isn't the only one with a different accent. Up in these mountains, there were many wolves. Sometimes Shadowstalker would stay up for hours at night, listening to their howls, watching them from great distances, learning from them, in a way. She wanted her clan to be as strong-willed for survival and creative as the wolves with their means of gaining what they need. It is because of these wolves, you see, that she taught the clan to hunt in packs, or patrols, to bring down a very large prey: deer. We can only succeed to bring down the small females, but one deer can feed the entire clan for days. It is very hard to bring them down, but they stay here all year long out in the open, unlike small prey that hibernate for the winter. WolfClan rarely goes hungry in leaf-bare. From these wolves, our clan learned so much. We are the wolves of this generation.
      We are also sometimes referred to as one of the darker, more cold blooded clans. Perhaps we are not as bright as our rival clans,, but we aren't evil. But we are excellent battlers, spending much time perfecting our fighting tactics.
      Our warrior code is slightly different from those of most other clans, but we all have the same basic rules to live by; don't trespass, a deputy needs to mentor at least one apprentice, defend your clan, such.
      I think you will find us to be quite a unique clan.[/sub]
           
      "What are we like? Hmmm....."[/color]
      WolfClan cats are a little bit bigger than other cats, of average speed and weight, and tend to be lighter on their paws. Most have longer, thicker fur, a gene gained from those whose blood came from the mountain. Tabbies are common, kittypets are scorned, Persians (or flat-faced) cats are often mistreated, and exceptionally long upper fangs run in about every other cat. Muzzles vary, though medium length is most common. Coat colors usually are browns, dark grays, or blacks, with an exception of a dark ginger or red every now and then. It's tradition any white kits become medicine cats, although they do not have to be. This is because the white coat is too easy to spot in battle, but makes them easy to find when someone is looking for the medicine cat in the forest. Yellow, gray, and pale blue eyes are most common. There are actual half-mixes in the clan, a pair of littermates who are half bobcat and another that is half margay. (The margay is an exotic tree cat that is an amazing climber that lives in jungles. Runaway from nearby twoleg zoo mates with a clan cat) Their legs are generally long from climbing mountains back in the north, and they have large feet that were once used as snowshoes in the north, but still find use today in deep snow and cliff climbing. Legend has it there is Lynx blood in the clan, but this may be just that, a legend. They tend to have exceptionally sharper hearing and are very good tree climbers, especially in their redwood forests, where the bark is soft and east to climb to a niche int the giant trunk.
      They are known to be very sly and clever, but also extremely creative. They have extremely unique battle and hunting techniques that are nowhere near similar to other clans, making them very hard to predict in battle. They are one of the only clans that can run, walk, and fight effectively on ice. Their downsides are that though they are diligent, they are also arrogant, somewhat snarky to other clans, often make fun of other clan's cat's faults, are quick to fight, can be coldhearted, and are very vengeful. If you kill their kill, accident or not, be ready to have one of your own taken away.[/color]
           
      "Though if you join this clan, there are several rules you must follow....[/b]
                                          1. Protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your
                                              life. You may have friendships in other clans, but your loyalty must
                                              remain to your own clan, as you may one day meet them in battle.
                                          2. Do not hunt or trespass on another clan's territory.
                                          3. Kits and Queens should be fed first, then elders. It is the apprentice's
                                              job to provide for the Nursery and retired warriors.
                                          4. When a life of your clanmate has been taken, revenge must be taken for
                                              their life. A cat the same rank as them must be killed from the
                                              enemy clan to justify the lost one.
                                          5. A kit must be five moons old to become an apprentice.
                                          6. After recieving his warrior name, the warrior must patrol a silent vigil
                                              the entire night along all four borders.
                                          7. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least two apprentice.
                                          8. The deputy becomes leader after the old leader dies or retires. If there is
                                              large disagreement, the medicine cat visits the MoonCavern
                                              for assistance from StarClan.
                                          9. All apprentices are required to complete at leas one assignment of the
                                              deputy or leader. Three assements must be done for an apprentice
                                              to become a warrior.
                                          10. A gathering of all four clans at the full moon during a truce that lasts
                                              one night. There shall be no fighting among the clans at this time.
                                          11. Boundries are to marked and checked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.
                                          12. A medicine cat cannot refuse to treat any cat in need of their help.
                                          13. The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code.
                                          14. Cats should only kill when absolutley nessesary, or when conflicts with tradition.
                                          15. It is forbidden to eat both parents of a brood of prey, especially babies,
                                              because they should not be left abadonned, unless necessary for
                                              survival.
                                          16. An apprentice cannot attend a gathering without having at least one assetment,
                                              or have visited the MoonCavern at least once.
                                          17. The leader may punish rule breakers however they wish. Cats who committ serious
                                              violations, like having a forbidden mate, can be subject to exile or even death.
[/sub]
           
      "Next is the territory and camp! You probably aren't allowed to actually view our hunting grounds, since you haven't actually joined yet, but I can tell you about them. Meanwhile, let me show you around our camp!"
      Our forests are like no other- certainly not like the ones in the clans below us. Yes, below us. You see, WolfClan terriotry is raised up higher than the others, for our grounds are on the top of a ridge line of cliffs. The cliffs are very tall, about thirty-three fox-lengths higher up (equivalant to three-four storeis high), giving us a breath taking view of the other clan's territories if we to stand at the edge.
      And we do not have your average oak'n'elm forest, either. Instead, we have the wonderul kind giants, the great Redwoods. You see, since we are up on the cliffs, we gain more spoil away from the bedrock, leaving lots of room for the great redwoods' roots. Since we have such a different habitat, we have a different ecosystem all together. Different prey, different predators, different herbs to be picked. It also gives us an advatage over other clans, who would not be nearly as adpated as we are to this forest. When we first came here, our current land belong, surprisingly, to no one. Why? Because nobody thought it was worth it to scale those towering cliffs to hunt in a forest they knew nothing about. The perfect advantage over others. But we, from the mountains, are quite use to climbing. Our unusually large paws make it easy to balance on slim ledges, and our pads, rough from years of rubbing stone mountains, make gripping the smooth stone easy.
      We aren't all redwood trees. To the northwest, our cliff becomes less steep and not as high, and the redwoods thin into oaks and poplars, with the ocassional elm. This is where we border with our rivals.
      To the south, we share the cliffs as a border between more rivals. The cliffs make a good border, as it's rather hard to accidentally chase a squirrel over the border! We rarely have to worry about that border.
      But onto fun stuff!
      The Training Tree [li] A large, acient redwood right next to a small clearing.
            The actual roots of the redwood stretech above the ground,
            making a interesting hollow inside, it's roots on either side
            like a wall of living, wooden spider web. Great to train inside
            on rainy days or practice fighting in tight spaces.
      Deer's Tree [/li][li] A oak who's two main branches look like antlers.
      Shredded Rocks [/li][li] An array of razor-sharp pointed granite boulders in a rocky
            hollow amid the small oak grove.
      The River [/li][li] A large river that winds through the territory and thunders off the
            cliff into a waterfall, down into WaveClan territory.
      Cat's Eye Rock [/li][li] A large granite boulder shaped like an cat's eye, with a crack
            running down the center of it like a pupil.
      Acient Stump [/li][li] The huge, giant stump of a once-proud redwood from long ago.
      Old Deer Trail [/li][li] The trail that some deer still use today - and cats, too!
      Great Waterfall [/li][li] A tremedous waterfall that follows from the river and pours
            over the edge of the great cliff, down into the lake of WaveClan
      below. Extremely dangerous, rapids in this area!
      Fallen Redwood [/li][li] The trunk of a full-grown redwood spans the might river.It
            stands at three tail lengths above the water at the lowest point,
            and is a very easy way to cross safely.
      The Old Coyote cave [/li][li] The cave of a now dead coyote. Great for shelter, large
            and spacious, too shallow for badgers or foxes to use. [/color][/sub][/li][/ul]
           
[[Map removed due to oversize.]]
DISCLAIMER: All art on this thread is made by me.
      "A rouge!" The loud snarl splits the forest silence, like the sudden strike of lightning in a night sky, or the howl of a lone wolf on a cold, bleak day. You freeze, every muscle in your body stiff in surprise at the new voice. It's owner, a gray and black patched cat, is only fox-lengths away, eyes ablaze at the fact you crossed the border. Their claws unsheathe, tensing for an attack from you. So these cats were aggressive. No matter, you can hold you own against a single cat.
      Then three more cats join the first, their mottled brown and gray pelts blending well in the trees. Or maybe not....[/i] One cat, you could do, but three more was an entirely different matter. They fanned out quickly, teeth bared and claws unsheathed. Though they stand tail-lengths away, you can see the muscles ripple under their supple flesh. These cats were well matched with each other, all knowing their companions techniques, signals, and tactics. This must be a patrol from one of those wildcat clans. You've heard vicious tales of how they fight together, hunt together, and kill any outsiders who dare betray their presence in their territory. There are suppose to be four of them that live close to each other. Which one was this?
      Doesn't matter now, you think quietly, at the moment, it doesn't matter which one it is. I'm surrounded by a group of vicious cats.[/i]
      "You," the patched gray and black one asks, "What's your name?"
      You calmly tell them your name, even though on the inside your stomach's flipping over. "I'm sorry I crossed you bor-"
      "Too late for 'pologies. Come with us." A mottled brown one said, flicking his tail. The cats lined up to form a tight seal around their new captive, a diamond pattern that was simple but every inch effective. Through the trees, up the cliffs, padding up narrow rocky paths and passing massive redwoods, you arrive at your destination.
      The camp was in the trees, with a simple fallen tree used to reach it. Inside, cats and kits alike were to be seen; eating, playing, chatting, or just dozing under the lazy afternoon sun. One cat from the patrol trotted to a den and popped his head in, re-emerging momentarily with a black she-cat, her intense yellow gaze unblinking. She was murmuring instructions to the cat; your ears strained and caught the words, "prisoner."
      Meanwhile, you are awed by your surroundings. It seems so peaceful here, nothing like the famous tales of ever-occuring war and cat slaughter. Maybe life in a clan wouldn't be so bad. You watch interested at the unique moves two half-grown cats are practicing- maybe one day that'll be you, too.
      Get a hold on yourself, you tell yourself sharply.
      But the black she-cat notices the way you look at everything. "I can tell you are pleased with our ways of living." she mews, her voice spoke with a strange dialect you've never heard before. "Perhaps you would be interested in joing?"
      Your brain stops for a moment. Whoa....wait, what? Is she serious? She just met me!
      And she seem to read your thoughts. "I can see you have the heart for a clan. You are strong, confident, and clearly intelligent. You take interest in our life I haven't seen a rogue have in many a long season. Would you think about it? Meanwhile, take a tour of our living home- we're standing on tree branches, you know."
      And you seriously start to consider it, as a gray tabby who introduces himself as Graysky gives you the grand tour. [/sub][/color]
           
                                                 
                                                        -WolfClan symbol, by Shadowstalker
                                                     "Welcome to WolfClan." -Graysky
           
      "Haha, I suppose I should start with the history of this place. Where do I even begin to start....? WolfClan doesn't go very far back, but it's quite a story..."
      I bet the first thing you're thinking is, 'Why is this called WolfClan?' You were expecting some sort of large wolf banner, or wolf paw print clan symbol, weren't you? We're called WolfClan for reasons I bet not for the same reasons as others. You see, our leader, Shadowstalker, came from what we call the North Lands. Far, far north from here is a land of cold and snow and ice, and mountainous terrain. Shadowstalker lived there until she was fifteen moons old, which then, she left, seeking warmer country with a small band of followers. You will see she isn't the only one with a different accent. Up in these mountains, there were many wolves. Sometimes Shadowstalker would stay up for hours at night, listening to their howls, watching them from great distances, learning from them, in a way. She wanted her clan to be as strong-willed for survival and creative as the wolves with their means of gaining what they need. It is because of these wolves, you see, that she taught the clan to hunt in packs, or patrols, to bring down a very large prey: deer. We can only succeed to bring down the small females, but one deer can feed the entire clan for days. It is very hard to bring them down, but they stay here all year long out in the open, unlike small prey that hibernate for the winter. WolfClan rarely goes hungry in leaf-bare. From these wolves, our clan learned so much. We are the wolves of this generation.
      We are also sometimes referred to as one of the darker, more cold blooded clans. Perhaps we are not as bright as our rival clans,, but we aren't evil. But we are excellent battlers, spending much time perfecting our fighting tactics.
      Our warrior code is slightly different from those of most other clans, but we all have the same basic rules to live by; don't trespass, a deputy needs to mentor at least one apprentice, defend your clan, such.
      I think you will find us to be quite a unique clan.[/sub]
           
      "What are we like? Hmmm....."[/color]
      WolfClan cats are a little bit bigger than other cats, of average speed and weight, and tend to be lighter on their paws. Most have longer, thicker fur, a gene gained from those whose blood came from the mountain. Tabbies are common, kittypets are scorned, Persians (or flat-faced) cats are often mistreated, and exceptionally long upper fangs run in about every other cat. Muzzles vary, though medium length is most common. Coat colors usually are browns, dark grays, or blacks, with an exception of a dark ginger or red every now and then. It's tradition any white kits become medicine cats, although they do not have to be. This is because the white coat is too easy to spot in battle, but makes them easy to find when someone is looking for the medicine cat in the forest. Yellow, gray, and pale blue eyes are most common. There are actual half-mixes in the clan, a pair of littermates who are half bobcat and another that is half margay. (The margay is an exotic tree cat that is an amazing climber that lives in jungles. Runaway from nearby twoleg zoo mates with a clan cat) Their legs are generally long from climbing mountains back in the north, and they have large feet that were once used as snowshoes in the north, but still find use today in deep snow and cliff climbing. Legend has it there is Lynx blood in the clan, but this may be just that, a legend. They tend to have exceptionally sharper hearing and are very good tree climbers, especially in their redwood forests, where the bark is soft and east to climb to a niche int the giant trunk.
      They are known to be very sly and clever, but also extremely creative. They have extremely unique battle and hunting techniques that are nowhere near similar to other clans, making them very hard to predict in battle. They are one of the only clans that can run, walk, and fight effectively on ice. Their downsides are that though they are diligent, they are also arrogant, somewhat snarky to other clans, often make fun of other clan's cat's faults, are quick to fight, can be coldhearted, and are very vengeful. If you kill their kill, accident or not, be ready to have one of your own taken away.[/color]
           
      "Though if you join this clan, there are several rules you must follow....[/b]
                                          1. Protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your
                                              life. You may have friendships in other clans, but your loyalty must
                                              remain to your own clan, as you may one day meet them in battle.
                                          2. Do not hunt or trespass on another clan's territory.
                                          3. Kits and Queens should be fed first, then elders. It is the apprentice's
                                              job to provide for the Nursery and retired warriors.
                                          4. When a life of your clanmate has been taken, revenge must be taken for
                                              their life. A cat the same rank as them must be killed from the
                                              enemy clan to justify the lost one.
                                          5. A kit must be five moons old to become an apprentice.
                                          6. After recieving his warrior name, the warrior must patrol a silent vigil
                                              the entire night along all four borders.
                                          7. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least two apprentice.
                                          8. The deputy becomes leader after the old leader dies or retires. If there is
                                              large disagreement, the medicine cat visits the MoonCavern
                                              for assistance from StarClan.
                                          9. All apprentices are required to complete at leas one assignment of the
                                              deputy or leader. Three assements must be done for an apprentice
                                              to become a warrior.
                                          10. A gathering of all four clans at the full moon during a truce that lasts
                                              one night. There shall be no fighting among the clans at this time.
                                          11. Boundries are to marked and checked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.
                                          12. A medicine cat cannot refuse to treat any cat in need of their help.
                                          13. The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code.
                                          14. Cats should only kill when absolutley nessesary, or when conflicts with tradition.
                                          15. It is forbidden to eat both parents of a brood of prey, especially babies,
                                              because they should not be left abadonned, unless necessary for
                                              survival.
                                          16. An apprentice cannot attend a gathering without having at least one assetment,
                                              or have visited the MoonCavern at least once.
                                          17. The leader may punish rule breakers however they wish. Cats who committ serious
                                              violations, like having a forbidden mate, can be subject to exile or even death.
[/sub]
           
      "Next is the territory and camp! You probably aren't allowed to actually view our hunting grounds, since you haven't actually joined yet, but I can tell you about them. Meanwhile, let me show you around our camp!"
      Our forests are like no other- certainly not like the ones in the clans below us. Yes, below us. You see, WolfClan terriotry is raised up higher than the others, for our grounds are on the top of a ridge line of cliffs. The cliffs are very tall, about thirty-three fox-lengths higher up (equivalant to three-four storeis high), giving us a breath taking view of the other clan's territories if we to stand at the edge.
      And we do not have your average oak'n'elm forest, either. Instead, we have the wonderul kind giants, the great Redwoods. You see, since we are up on the cliffs, we gain more spoil away from the bedrock, leaving lots of room for the great redwoods' roots. Since we have such a different habitat, we have a different ecosystem all together. Different prey, different predators, different herbs to be picked. It also gives us an advatage over other clans, who would not be nearly as adpated as we are to this forest. When we first came here, our current land belong, surprisingly, to no one. Why? Because nobody thought it was worth it to scale those towering cliffs to hunt in a forest they knew nothing about. The perfect advantage over others. But we, from the mountains, are quite use to climbing. Our unusually large paws make it easy to balance on slim ledges, and our pads, rough from years of rubbing stone mountains, make gripping the smooth stone easy.
      We aren't all redwood trees. To the northwest, our cliff becomes less steep and not as high, and the redwoods thin into oaks and poplars, with the ocassional elm. This is where we border with our rivals.
      To the south, we share the cliffs as a border between more rivals. The cliffs make a good border, as it's rather hard to accidentally chase a squirrel over the border! We rarely have to worry about that border.
      But onto fun stuff!
      The Training Tree [li] A large, acient redwood right next to a small clearing.
            The actual roots of the redwood stretech above the ground,
            making a interesting hollow inside, it's roots on either side
            like a wall of living, wooden spider web. Great to train inside
            on rainy days or practice fighting in tight spaces.
      Deer's Tree [/li][li] A oak who's two main branches look like antlers.
      Shredded Rocks [/li][li] An array of razor-sharp pointed granite boulders in a rocky
            hollow amid the small oak grove.
      The River [/li][li] A large river that winds through the territory and thunders off the
            cliff into a waterfall, down into WaveClan territory.
      Cat's Eye Rock [/li][li] A large granite boulder shaped like an cat's eye, with a crack
            running down the center of it like a pupil.
      Acient Stump [/li][li] The huge, giant stump of a once-proud redwood from long ago.
      Old Deer Trail [/li][li] The trail that some deer still use today - and cats, too!
      Great Waterfall [/li][li] A tremedous waterfall that follows from the river and pours
            over the edge of the great cliff, down into the lake of WaveClan
      below. Extremely dangerous, rapids in this area!
      Fallen Redwood [/li][li] The trunk of a full-grown redwood spans the might river.It
            stands at three tail lengths above the water at the lowest point,
            and is a very easy way to cross safely.
      The Old Coyote cave [/li][li] The cave of a now dead coyote. Great for shelter, large
            and spacious, too shallow for badgers or foxes to use. [/color][/sub][/li][/ul]
           
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