(Can I join? This RP look like a lot of fun and I love the story line! If I were to join I would have this character:)
Name: Turtle'Pelt
G: She-Cat
Breed: Turkish Angora
Age:14 moons
Pelt Dis.: A tarnish-brown rosette pattern that runs down to the tip of the tail with a white base.
Eye:green
Dis.: Turtle'Pelt is a rather small warrior, only moons away from the end of her apprentice training but you'd be surprised how nimble and quick she can be. She loves to swim and would spend all day in the water if she could. She grew up with her mother, Dawn'Shine(now passed) and her father Jackal'Claw. Her father always hoped for her to become a warrior like him and she was good for it too, but she always watched the medicine cats with respect and longing , spending most of the time she wasn't hunting or patrolling helping the med cats.

(Thank you, have a nice day!)

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Love your character! That looks all good, looking forward to rping with you :D

We're starting soon, just need atleast one more person I'd think

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Thank you :)

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May I join as well? :)

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Yup! I was just thinking of starting soon lol
Going to make the starting list in a minute

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[Starting Post? Sorry its long]


Hickorystar - Thistleclan territory - mentions: whole clan

[Hunting scene - not too important but gives info and timeline stuff]



[Back at camp]

The tom had stayed at the pond for a couple moments just to dry off, grateful his pelt was partially waterproof. Like the ducks. He half heartedly dragged the duck body into camp, struggling to lift his head with how heavy it was, and how scrawny he happened to be. The sense of satisfaction he felt flushed away in an instant as he walked over to the prey pile. The scraps of prey, only small birds and mice, looked more like decor then things a cat would actually eat. He set the duck onto the pile and hoped it would fill a few bellies, perhaps give his clan a chance.

Hickorystar paused, standing in place for what felt like hours, but what actually was a few seconds. He had to host a meeting today, perhaps even get a deputy. He needed help, desperately.
His biggest concern was the food problem though. As he padded over to the low stone the cats had declared the leader's rock, he mulled over what he had to say.
He had been thinking about bringing this up in a meeting before but now was the first time he'd actually act on it. He rarely did meetings, and the very thought of speaking in front of these cats seemed oddly unreal. He had to constantly remind himself he was the leader, he was supposed to be an example.

The tom leapt up onto the stone, barely avoiding slipping from the recently rain-soaked rock. He swallowed a lump in his throat, the words in his mouth feeling flawed. He knew all too well he was supposed tovbe a leader. But sitting on this stone, he felt like a kit playing clans.

'All cats old enough to withstand the storms, gather around the Crow's stone for a meeting.'

The tom raised his voice slightly, hoping the fear in his tone went unnoticed. He was simply mimicking what he had seen the old leader, Pond, do. A former clan cat had mentioned the meeting calls to Pond and the old tom had thought it sounded quite motivational, so he had made one up. It was only the Crow's stone because Pond had once seen a black feather nestled into one of the weed-crowded crevices, matching to the old leader's tar black coat.

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Riverwhisper

The she cat yawned as she had been lying on some small shaded area grooming her fur. Her ears perked as she heard Hickorystar call a meeting, she rose to her paws moving closer to crows stone. Her blue eyes gazed up at the tom her tail twitching as she waited for the rest of the cats to gather around. She was curious about what the meeting was about. She gazed over at the fresh kill pile, and how…..pathetic it looked. It was sad how much prey was In it, it was very little and sad. She looked back up at the leader she was still very curious about the meeting he now called. Had something happened? Was someone hurt? She had lots of thoughts going through her head.

(Sorry mines a little smaller I’m on mobile right now!)

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Silverthorn was, as she often is, tucked in the medicine cat den, sorting the various herbs - taking a mental stock of what was and wasn't there. She had done well in collecting them thus far, the trips into the clans territory relaxing. Despite the many moons since the clans creation, she still felt that all too familiar itch of discomfort whenever she stuck around too long. From living alone to a group - what a jump. But despite that, having somewhere to settle was nice, and she was learning the area well.

Tufted ears prick, the large molly rising up onto her paws at the yowl of Hickorystar.

She slinks silently out of the medicine cat den, eyes flicking around for Mantispaw. Another oddity in her life, being in charge of an apprentice. It was a new thing she was still getting used to, trying to perfect the art of teaching a young mind. She could only assume she was doing well, though 'sort of okay' was probably more like it.

Exiting the den, Silverthorn stretches a bit, scanning the clearing as she sits off to the side, curious as to what Hickorystar could want.

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Wrenwhisker was asleep in the warriors den, her ears twitched at the yowling of Hickorystar's voice. Reluctantly, she blinked away sleep from her eyes and stretched, before padding out into the sunlight and gathering around by the Crow's stone. Unsheathing her claws, she pawed at the moist dirt beneath her, she looked up at the leader, awaiting for the meeting to start.

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(Cant send a reply because i gtg in a minute :( also OOC? woah https://www.lioden.com/topic.php?id=304429536954)

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(NEVERMIND)

Hickorystar - camp - interacting with clan

He felt his confidence chip away as more of the cats approached, lowering his ears slightly. Most of the cats had been resting, or occupied with an idle task that needed their attention. Their lifted heads towards him did no good, only instilling a growing discomfort. He couldn't help but imagine they saw him in a negative light, that they would think he was unfit for his role. The tom shook himself off and sat down, forcing his gaze onto the gathered cats around him.
'Im sure most of us have noticed the dwindling prey pile, since we have a.. lack of trained hunters.' He trailed off, not making eye contact with any cat in case they would assume he was insulting them. 'I will start sending out patrols to hunt the animals nearby the pond. Some are too difficult for a cat to take down by themselves, and numbers would be more useful. These patrols will be set out after the meeting.' Hickorystar meows, a hint of uncertainty in his tone despite him having practised this announcement days before. He just seemed unsure of this whole thing, hardly a trait a cat would find in an honourable leader.
The tom let his words hang in the air, flicking his gaze past every cat to study their reactions to the sudden announcement, perhaps give feedback.

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Wrenwhisker nodded slowly, the words embedding in her brain, worried she could be a bit of the reason as to why the fresh-kill pile was so low. A lot of cats know she'd never really paid attention to her training, and had to kind of train herself after her assessment, as she learned nothing. Curling her lip in dissatisfaction, she snarled but kept it quiet. She stood up whisking her tail in the air as she stalked away to go prove herself useful by hunting.

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Riverwhisper

The she cat listened intently.” Indeed the more hunting the better, the more cats hunting the better.” She whispered to herself not taking really any offense to what the leader had said. If she was bad at hunting she probably already knew it and would take no offense by his words. She glanced over at the prey pile once more her ears twitching as she wondered who she would be put on patrol with. Hopefully someone she liked, or someone who wouldn’t be snarky and angry the whole time. Though she always liked to have a open ear for any cat who needed to vent out their problems, going on a hunt with an angry irritated clanmate was not the best of ideas, she knew at least some of the time their judgement would be blinded by their feelings and they would act rash and miss or scare the prey. Well she knew that because she had done that before and learned pretty quickly to not let anger blindside judgement. The she cat watched Wrenwhisker didn’t she knew Hickorystar might not be done talking? She always waited around until she knew for sure the leader was done. What was her problem anyway?

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Mantispaw | Thistleclan Territory | Open

Mantispaw looked up from the herbs he was studying as their Leader’s voice echoed across the camp. The small tom looked over at his mentor, Silverthorn, who was already beginning to exit the den. She was a fine mentor, Mantispaw could find no complaints. The apprentice enjoyed the work and enjoyed learning. He was glad that they were both cats on the quieter side - he couldn’t imagine having an extroverted mentor. The Bengal got to his paws and followed after the Medicine Cat, cautiously looking around at the sky before stepping out of the den and sitting next to Silverthorn. Hunting? Oh no. No he couldn’t offer his help there. Mantispaw was not a skilled hunter, and he knew he was part of the reason the fresh kill pile was low. However, his skills lied elsewhere.

Sageleaf | Thistleclan Territory | Open

Sageleaf watched as Wrenwhisker got up and left the comfort of the Warrior’s den. It felt early for a meeting, or maybe she was just being extra lazy today. The Maine Coon got up and stretched, letting out a loud yawn. The fluffy she-cat shook out her fur before making her way out of the den. Sageleaf have a soft sigh, it was a beautiful day out. Everything always looked so perfect after a nice day of rain. She walked closer to the Crow’s stone and took a seat, delicately placing her tail over her paws. She could go on a hunting patrol, she rather liked going out on patrols. Her fluffy fur made it a bit harder for her it hide, but she was surprisingly swift for her size.

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Wrenwhisker's whiskers twitched in annoyance. "soo relieving to hear that Hickorystar is proud of his warriors, just when I needed it." she spat at the dirt, before rising to her paws. She lifted her muzzle to the air, trying to catch any whiffs of prey scent.
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Once she caught the prey scent of a squirrel, she purred, dropping down low to the ground and carefully following it.
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Finally, after quite awhile she spotted the bushy gray tail of a squirrel, who was eating seeds underneath the shelter of a bush, she crept forward silently, her ears perked up, making sure she was completely aware of her surroundings as she prepared to leap. Kicking dried up dead leaves off the ground with her hind legs, she leaped onto the squirrel and trapped it beneath her paws, she quickly nipped at the squirrel's neck to deliver the killing blow.

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