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Description

Last updated:
7.8.17 – Deceased, family updated.
8.26.16 – Age increase, history updated.
5.2.16 – Age increase.
4.1.16 – Age increase.
2.29.16 – Age increase.
2.24.16 – Offspring added.
2.1.16 – Relationships have been updated.

Basic Information

Personal Name: Slyphh

Warrior Name: Sleetkit | Sleetpaw | Sleetshadow | Sleetstar
- Prefix: He was quite cold and unfriendly towards his siblings and other kits when he was young.

- Suffix: Gained this suffix after becoming the leader of LostClan.

Age: 46 moons (lives: 9/9) Deceased

Gender: Male

Breed: Oriental Shorthair mix

Birth season: Leaf-bare

Clan: LostClan

Rank: Leader

Appearance

Fur Texture: Short and dense.

Pelt Description: A dark grey/brown and white base coat, with darker stripes and markings.

Body Type: He is a small, but lithe tom.

Scars: n/a

Scent: Cinder and ash.

Height

-Inches: 7

-Centimeters: 2

Weight

-Pounds: 7

-Ounces: 0

Statistics:

●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Strength

●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Endurance

●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Agility

●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Defense

●●●○○○○○○○ ➟ Swimming

●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Accuracy

Personality

+Strategic:
Tends to think ahead of plans and escape routes in times of stress. Always likes to have back-up plans, even to ordinary situations. Sleetstar never likes to be taken by surprise, so he's learned to think quickly and ahead of time so things don't fall out of favor.

+Polite/Respectful:
He may not like you, but he won’t say it to your face. He doesn’t like making unnecessary enemies, so it is rare that Sleetstar will say anything rude. Though that doesn't mean he won't think it.

+Patient:
Some things take time, and he knows it. He's grown to be able to tolerate long waits, along with unruly cats and their problems. He is definitely not one to get upset easily.

-Detached:
Doesn’t allow himself to get close to too many cats. Though he has many acquaintances and appears more or less friendly, Sleetstar maintains an emotional boundary between himself and others. He does not consider feelings to be a weakness, but instead has yet to find someone he thinks worthy of getting to know him deeply. This, however, leads other cats to believe he is cold-hearted.

-Conniving/Manipulative:
Always one to obtain and keep vital information, Sleetstar isn't necessarily opposed to setting up things for his own (or his clan's) profit or anything else otherwise deemed immoral. This doesn't mean he always has an unethical plan up his sleeves, but the possibility is never overlooked. Gotta have an ace in the hole when things go wrong, right?

-Conservative:
As an independent cat with a sometimes shady streak, Sleetstar can be stingy with both intelligence and material things ("sharing is caring" is not a concept this tom wholly connects with). Though he is more than willing to manipulate others if it's necessary, he is reluctant to put anything relating to himself or his clan into jeopardy. Even if things get bad, he is not willing to gamble on his priorities.

=Affable:
Despite his emotional indifference to others, he is pretty easy to talk to. He may not always say much, but he tries to appear welcoming to encourage conversation. Whether or not he's using this trait to his advantage is up to chance.

=Aware:
Keeps tabs on high-profile cats throughout his clan. Notorious for listening in on gossip to be aware of any circulating rumors, he likes to play the role of fly on the wall. Eavesdropping is not beneath him.

Likes

- Hunting
- Patrolling alone
- Being organized

Dislikes

- Getting wet
- Irrationality
- Blood-thirsty cats

Fears

- Things not coming together how he planned
- His clan coming under attack
- Having his own secrets revealed
- Somehow miscalculating something dire

Relationship Information

Relationship status: Single

Mate: Ratface

Orientation: Demisexual/Panromantic

Looking For

• Lasting Relationship ✘

• Quick Fling ✘

• Unsure ✔

Family

Mother

Cinderstorm - status unknown

Father

Darktalon - status unknown

Siblings

Blackbark - status unknown
Acornpaw - deceased

Offspring
Specklebee - daughter, alive?, residing in Lostclan (Whitestar, mother)
Slatefeather - son, alive? (Whitestar, mother)
Silvercloud - daughter, alive? (Whitestar, mother)
??? - son, alive? (Ratface, mother)
??? - daughter, alive? (Ratface, mother)

Billowingstar - granddaughter, alive, leader of Lostclan
Coalblaze - grandson, alive
Embershade - granddaughter, alive

History

Kittenhood

Sleetkit was born in a small clan far away in a litter of three. His birth was unsubstantial, but early on, the one trait that singled him out from the rest was his evident detachment from his siblings. He felt little need to play or wrestle or do anything kits usually did together, and instead spent much of his kittenhood alone, his mind occupied with the wonder of his clan’s territory and learning more from the adult cats rather than his kin.

Apprenticeship

He soon became a soft-spoken apprentice that progressed through his training steadily, though without much closeness to his mentor, Bravefur, who found his aloofness a bit strange. When Acornpaw, Sleetpaw’s younger sister, was found crushed under a fallen tree, his family mourned her loss. Sleetpaw, however, felt little. It was a shame to him that her life was lost so unexpectedly, but that was all it was — a shame. He had never been very close to her, nor Blackpaw, his brother, so the only sadness he felt was that of the general loss of a fellow clanmate. It was only by the angry urgency of his father, Darktalon, that Sleetpaw stood vigil for the night in her honor.

Warrior

Soon after his sister’s death, the dark-colored tom became a warrior and was given the name of Sleetshadow. His parents, however, were not particularly proud of this and distanced themselves from their son, who felt nothing for his sister. Not that this really bothered the new warrior much, as he was thrown headfirst into his newfound duties as a warrior, and eventually, as a deputy, where he attempted to keep the peace between his clan and the others.

Deputy
Quickly after he was appointed deputy, his clan began falling apart. Every moon it seemed more cats went missing or were found killed and despite his own efforts, he found little answers for it. As tensions ran high, his fellow clanmates lost faith and abandoned them, until there were barely enough cats to even be called a clan. Eventually, he and his leader, Whitestar, took these events as an ill omen and opted to leave behind their home for another forest. Moons went by as they traveled, the terrain only getting worse the farther they went. Prey was scarce, but they pushed themselves onwards until Whitestar could no longer stand. She had an infected leg and on her last life and it seemed, without the aid of StarClan to guide them or a medicine cat to help, her body was giving up. Sleetshadow did his best to provide for her, but she had already passed while he was away hunting. It did not come as a surprise to him though, he had seen how weak she was getting as the infection ate away at her body. He buried his leader solemnly and stood vigil for her, reflecting on his apprenticehood and the time he had spent with her. Finally he left her there, to continue on an endless journey, wondering where it was he should go from there.

Another moon went by when, fatigued and weak, Sleetshadow ran into Fallenstar and his little band of cats. It seemed his was not the only clan that had disbanded. Thankful to find friendly cats, he accepted their offer to join them as they searched for a suitable place to call home. Teaming up with Fallenstar, Sleetshadow used his knowledge to help lead their group. Right as they felt their paws giving out, they arrived at a place they had only heard about in legend. Except it was barren, empty. They had seen the storm clouds before their arrival, but had no idea it had caused so much damage. The river had overflowed, wiping out everything in its path and leaving only a desolate remembrance of what had stood before. But just as the water had washed away the past of this place, the forest became a blank canvas to start anew.

Leader
Shortly after they established a camp, Fallenstar decided to retire from leadership, leaving his position to Sleetshadow, who had shown his worth on their journey. Though, with no real sign from StarClan since they began their journey, Sleetshadow was leader in name only, though that didn't stop him from acting the part. As their first moon in their new home went on, the tom did his best at establishing order and getting a feel for his new responsibilities. But then a new group of cats arrived – one from a faraway mountain peak. They didn't seem particularly dangerous, but the ragtag clan kept their distance anyway, wanting to avoid conflict while they recovered their strength and tried getting their lives together again. But that night, a dream came to Sleetshadow (and, unbeknownst to him, to Owl That Flies At Night as well) and, following the prophecy he was given, he traveled to Mothermouth and gained his new name – Sleetstar.

Since then, even with the arrival of BloodClan and Jasperstar, things have been quiet. The prophecy he was given is ominous enough, and for now Sleetstar spends his time securing his borders and keeping the peace at home, awaiting the signs the Wandering Souls had foretold.

---

Relationship Tracker

Met once

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Acquaintance

Friend

Good Friend

Best Friend

Respect

Admire

Infatuated

Slight Crush

Average Crush

Major Crush

Lust

Love

Suspicious

Fear

Terrified

Dislike

Hate

Loath

Family

ll Apprentice/Mentor

Mate

★ Dead

☆ Missing

[Lostclan]

Fallenash | Tom | Elder | CatPuff – – "I am still grateful to you for taking me in while you yourself were occupied trying to provide for your cats. I will lead your clan to the best of my ability."

Windrunner | Tom | Warrior | CatPuff –  – "My first apprentice. He's an excitable cat, but he means well. It was nice to be able pass on my knowledge to another."

Clawfire | She-cat | Deputy | AmberRam –  – "My deputy. I don't know you too well, but you are obviously a capable cat, and one I would trust our clan to. I feel fortunate to know you have my back."

Rockytail | She-cat | Warrior | Puddlepawproductions – – "I don't know much at all, but I'm glad I assigned you to my search party. You definitely seem to be a caring and capable warrior, and a good addition to our clan."

Dreamwalker | She-cat | Queen | CatPuff – – "I remember seeing you when I first met Fallenstar. We have never formally met, but you seem pleasant."

Specklebee | She-cat | Warrior | CatPuff – –

Blizzardfrost | Tom | Warrior | cryptic-prince – –

[Stoneclan]

Owlstar | She-cat | Leader | CatPuff –  – "We've met each other only recently and I will admit, I was unsure of what to think about your tribe and beliefs at first. However, if what the Wandering Souls told us is true, then I feel our clans will have to become great allies, of which I am not opposed. You, as a cat, seem quite agreeable."

Sootbird | Tom | Warrior | DewySheep – – "I have just met you."

Robinfeather | She-cat | Warrior | pvpsi – – "Apologies for giving you quite the scare."

[Bloodclan]

Jasperstar | Tom | Leader | CatPuff – ★ – "Pardon me for being suspicious, but there is something I just cannot trust about you...For now, though, I have no quarrel with you and hope you feel the same. Besides that, you are quite insufferable, if I may be frank."

[Other]

Whitestar | She-cat | Leader | CatPuff – ★ – "To be perfectly honest, I was not sure what to think of you after you came and elected yourself leader. But I was also not quick to judge like our fellow clanmates were. I never thought we'd have to leave home, but in the end I believe you made a wise decision, one that saved both our lives...or mine at least."

Roleplay Information

Timezone: PST (UTC -08:00)

Availability

✔ Chat Rp

✘ Comment Rp

✔ Note Rp

✔ Skype Rp

RP Example:

(Note: I don't usually write this much, but just wanted to use this as an example)

Trotting across the snowy landscape, the Raggedclan deputy stuck out like a sore thumb, his dark fur illuminated well against the white backdrop. The situation could definitely have had been better, and with the weather the way it was, it seemed, for the moment, that things were just going to get worse. Sleetshadow had only just been appointed to the title of deputy not too long before and so far the rank was barely more than a figurehead. There was only so much one could do to fight off against the unrelenting chill of Leafbare and the unforgiving ferocity of the storms, the two working together in this time of discord and uncertainty to pick the remaining clan cats off. Already, many important cats had met their deaths to various mysterious means and had to be replaced. In a way, it seemed almost futile. After all, how could one combat nature?

But it wasn’t as if the clans hadn’t dealt with a rough Leafbare before. If it hadn’t been for such a deep sense of foreboding in the very air, it seemed, the situation might have been a touch easier to endure. But clan rivalries and tensions were in a particularly precarious position – one that seemed close to a breaking point, only needing one tiny catalyst to set things off. The desperation in which each group of cats was in currently was only adding fuel to the proverbial fire, and the betrayal their new leader had shown to her previous clan was nowhere closer to aiding their relationship with Tornclan than the bitter chill that swept through them all.

Despite this, however, things had to go on, at least on the surface. Someone had to keep everyone together. Panic had not broken out just yet and, for the moment, everyone had gone about their duties obediently, though with a tangible feeling of compliant resignation. So, though he sustained a mixture of feelings about his status in the clan, Sleetshadow carried on as well, focusing on things that needed to be done to keep his clan mates alive. Feeling less distracted and able to think better when alone – and because many of the warriors spent the majority of their time hunting now – the tom was patrolling the Raggedclan border, scent-marking as necessary. He loathed being caught unawares and felt especially vulnerable now during this time of precariousness. The dawn patrol had returned to the camp a while ago, but Sleetshadow felt the need to double-check, to put himself, at the very least, at ease.

As the frigid snow and ice edged away and relented to frozen dirt and dying grass, the feline paused and looked out across the edge of Tornclan territory, watching for signs of any movement. For now, his eyes were met with none and he took a moment to give his short fur a vigorous shake in an attempt to warm his chilled muscles. The movement did little though and the lithe tom continued his patrol, gaze focused on the neighboring territory. It was only when he stepped on a particularly brittle stick that he lost his concentration, the loud snap sending his ears and fur up in alarm. Glancing down at the broken stick beneath him, he muttered under his breath and padded onward, wary now of his paw steps and the close proximity he was with the border both. There was a sharp bend in front of him where the steep cliffs ended abruptly and met the rocky dirt beneath. Sleetshadow rounded the corner, feeling himself tense up out of habit – it was a blind turn and for all he knew, there could be an enemy waiting on the other side of it. And to his surprise, though he had consciously stifled his nerves, there was indeed another cat sitting not a fox length ahead of him. The deputy braced himself only momentarily til he caught the familiar scent of his own clan drifting from the stranger and sighing inwardly, Sleetshadow stopped his advance.

“Ah, good morning,” the tom mewed hastily, raising his tail in greeting and trying to make it seem like he had not been taken by surprise by her presence. The deputy caught her glare and narrowed his own eyes a bit in response, though more out of confusion than anything else. “Is something…wrong?"

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Description

Last updated:
7.8.17 – Deceased, family updated.
8.26.16 – Age increase, history updated.
5.2.16 – Age increase.
4.1.16 – Age increase.
2.29.16 – Age increase.
2.24.16 – Offspring added.
2.1.16 – Relationships have been updated.

Basic Information

Personal Name: Slyphh

Warrior Name: Sleetkit | Sleetpaw | Sleetshadow | Sleetstar
- Prefix: He was quite cold and unfriendly towards his siblings and other kits when he was young.

- Suffix: Gained this suffix after becoming the leader of LostClan.

Age: 46 moons (lives: 9/9) Deceased

Gender: Male

Breed: Oriental Shorthair mix

Birth season: Leaf-bare

Clan: LostClan

Rank: Leader

Appearance

Fur Texture: Short and dense.

Pelt Description: A dark grey/brown and white base coat, with darker stripes and markings.

Body Type: He is a small, but lithe tom.

Scars: n/a

Scent: Cinder and ash.

Height

-Inches: 7

-Centimeters: 2

Weight

-Pounds: 7

-Ounces: 0

Statistics:

●●●●●●○○○○ ➟ Strength

●●○○○○○○○○ ➟ Endurance

●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Agility

●●●●●○○○○○ ➟ Defense

●●●○○○○○○○ ➟ Swimming

●●●●●●●○○○ ➟ Accuracy

Personality

+Strategic:
Tends to think ahead of plans and escape routes in times of stress. Always likes to have back-up plans, even to ordinary situations. Sleetstar never likes to be taken by surprise, so he's learned to think quickly and ahead of time so things don't fall out of favor.

+Polite/Respectful:
He may not like you, but he won’t say it to your face. He doesn’t like making unnecessary enemies, so it is rare that Sleetstar will say anything rude. Though that doesn't mean he won't think it.

+Patient:
Some things take time, and he knows it. He's grown to be able to tolerate long waits, along with unruly cats and their problems. He is definitely not one to get upset easily.

-Detached:
Doesn’t allow himself to get close to too many cats. Though he has many acquaintances and appears more or less friendly, Sleetstar maintains an emotional boundary between himself and others. He does not consider feelings to be a weakness, but instead has yet to find someone he thinks worthy of getting to know him deeply. This, however, leads other cats to believe he is cold-hearted.

-Conniving/Manipulative:
Always one to obtain and keep vital information, Sleetstar isn't necessarily opposed to setting up things for his own (or his clan's) profit or anything else otherwise deemed immoral. This doesn't mean he always has an unethical plan up his sleeves, but the possibility is never overlooked. Gotta have an ace in the hole when things go wrong, right?

-Conservative:
As an independent cat with a sometimes shady streak, Sleetstar can be stingy with both intelligence and material things ("sharing is caring" is not a concept this tom wholly connects with). Though he is more than willing to manipulate others if it's necessary, he is reluctant to put anything relating to himself or his clan into jeopardy. Even if things get bad, he is not willing to gamble on his priorities.

=Affable:
Despite his emotional indifference to others, he is pretty easy to talk to. He may not always say much, but he tries to appear welcoming to encourage conversation. Whether or not he's using this trait to his advantage is up to chance.

=Aware:
Keeps tabs on high-profile cats throughout his clan. Notorious for listening in on gossip to be aware of any circulating rumors, he likes to play the role of fly on the wall. Eavesdropping is not beneath him.

Likes

- Hunting
- Patrolling alone
- Being organized

Dislikes

- Getting wet
- Irrationality
- Blood-thirsty cats

Fears

- Things not coming together how he planned
- His clan coming under attack
- Having his own secrets revealed
- Somehow miscalculating something dire

Relationship Information

Relationship status: Single

Mate: Ratface

Orientation: Demisexual/Panromantic

Looking For

• Lasting Relationship ✘

• Quick Fling ✘

• Unsure ✔

Family

Mother

Cinderstorm - status unknown

Father

Darktalon - status unknown

Siblings

Blackbark - status unknown
Acornpaw - deceased

Offspring
Specklebee - daughter, alive?, residing in Lostclan (Whitestar, mother)
Slatefeather - son, alive? (Whitestar, mother)
Silvercloud - daughter, alive? (Whitestar, mother)
??? - son, alive? (Ratface, mother)
??? - daughter, alive? (Ratface, mother)

Billowingstar - granddaughter, alive, leader of Lostclan
Coalblaze - grandson, alive
Embershade - granddaughter, alive

History

Kittenhood

Sleetkit was born in a small clan far away in a litter of three. His birth was unsubstantial, but early on, the one trait that singled him out from the rest was his evident detachment from his siblings. He felt little need to play or wrestle or do anything kits usually did together, and instead spent much of his kittenhood alone, his mind occupied with the wonder of his clan’s territory and learning more from the adult cats rather than his kin.

Apprenticeship

He soon became a soft-spoken apprentice that progressed through his training steadily, though without much closeness to his mentor, Bravefur, who found his aloofness a bit strange. When Acornpaw, Sleetpaw’s younger sister, was found crushed under a fallen tree, his family mourned her loss. Sleetpaw, however, felt little. It was a shame to him that her life was lost so unexpectedly, but that was all it was — a shame. He had never been very close to her, nor Blackpaw, his brother, so the only sadness he felt was that of the general loss of a fellow clanmate. It was only by the angry urgency of his father, Darktalon, that Sleetpaw stood vigil for the night in her honor.

Warrior

Soon after his sister’s death, the dark-colored tom became a warrior and was given the name of Sleetshadow. His parents, however, were not particularly proud of this and distanced themselves from their son, who felt nothing for his sister. Not that this really bothered the new warrior much, as he was thrown headfirst into his newfound duties as a warrior, and eventually, as a deputy, where he attempted to keep the peace between his clan and the others.

Deputy
Quickly after he was appointed deputy, his clan began falling apart. Every moon it seemed more cats went missing or were found killed and despite his own efforts, he found little answers for it. As tensions ran high, his fellow clanmates lost faith and abandoned them, until there were barely enough cats to even be called a clan. Eventually, he and his leader, Whitestar, took these events as an ill omen and opted to leave behind their home for another forest. Moons went by as they traveled, the terrain only getting worse the farther they went. Prey was scarce, but they pushed themselves onwards until Whitestar could no longer stand. She had an infected leg and on her last life and it seemed, without the aid of StarClan to guide them or a medicine cat to help, her body was giving up. Sleetshadow did his best to provide for her, but she had already passed while he was away hunting. It did not come as a surprise to him though, he had seen how weak she was getting as the infection ate away at her body. He buried his leader solemnly and stood vigil for her, reflecting on his apprenticehood and the time he had spent with her. Finally he left her there, to continue on an endless journey, wondering where it was he should go from there.

Another moon went by when, fatigued and weak, Sleetshadow ran into Fallenstar and his little band of cats. It seemed his was not the only clan that had disbanded. Thankful to find friendly cats, he accepted their offer to join them as they searched for a suitable place to call home. Teaming up with Fallenstar, Sleetshadow used his knowledge to help lead their group. Right as they felt their paws giving out, they arrived at a place they had only heard about in legend. Except it was barren, empty. They had seen the storm clouds before their arrival, but had no idea it had caused so much damage. The river had overflowed, wiping out everything in its path and leaving only a desolate remembrance of what had stood before. But just as the water had washed away the past of this place, the forest became a blank canvas to start anew.

Leader
Shortly after they established a camp, Fallenstar decided to retire from leadership, leaving his position to Sleetshadow, who had shown his worth on their journey. Though, with no real sign from StarClan since they began their journey, Sleetshadow was leader in name only, though that didn't stop him from acting the part. As their first moon in their new home went on, the tom did his best at establishing order and getting a feel for his new responsibilities. But then a new group of cats arrived – one from a faraway mountain peak. They didn't seem particularly dangerous, but the ragtag clan kept their distance anyway, wanting to avoid conflict while they recovered their strength and tried getting their lives together again. But that night, a dream came to Sleetshadow (and, unbeknownst to him, to Owl That Flies At Night as well) and, following the prophecy he was given, he traveled to Mothermouth and gained his new name – Sleetstar.

Since then, even with the arrival of BloodClan and Jasperstar, things have been quiet. The prophecy he was given is ominous enough, and for now Sleetstar spends his time securing his borders and keeping the peace at home, awaiting the signs the Wandering Souls had foretold.

---

Relationship Tracker

Met once

Familiar with

Acquaintance

Friend

Good Friend

Best Friend

Respect

Admire

Infatuated

Slight Crush

Average Crush

Major Crush

Lust

Love

Suspicious

Fear

Terrified

Dislike

Hate

Loath

Family

ll Apprentice/Mentor

Mate

★ Dead

☆ Missing

[Lostclan]

Fallenash | Tom | Elder | CatPuff – – "I am still grateful to you for taking me in while you yourself were occupied trying to provide for your cats. I will lead your clan to the best of my ability."

Windrunner | Tom | Warrior | CatPuff –  – "My first apprentice. He's an excitable cat, but he means well. It was nice to be able pass on my knowledge to another."

Clawfire | She-cat | Deputy | AmberRam –  – "My deputy. I don't know you too well, but you are obviously a capable cat, and one I would trust our clan to. I feel fortunate to know you have my back."

Rockytail | She-cat | Warrior | Puddlepawproductions – – "I don't know much at all, but I'm glad I assigned you to my search party. You definitely seem to be a caring and capable warrior, and a good addition to our clan."

Dreamwalker | She-cat | Queen | CatPuff – – "I remember seeing you when I first met Fallenstar. We have never formally met, but you seem pleasant."

Specklebee | She-cat | Warrior | CatPuff – –

Blizzardfrost | Tom | Warrior | cryptic-prince – –

[Stoneclan]

Owlstar | She-cat | Leader | CatPuff –  – "We've met each other only recently and I will admit, I was unsure of what to think about your tribe and beliefs at first. However, if what the Wandering Souls told us is true, then I feel our clans will have to become great allies, of which I am not opposed. You, as a cat, seem quite agreeable."

Sootbird | Tom | Warrior | DewySheep – – "I have just met you."

Robinfeather | She-cat | Warrior | pvpsi – – "Apologies for giving you quite the scare."

[Bloodclan]

Jasperstar | Tom | Leader | CatPuff – ★ – "Pardon me for being suspicious, but there is something I just cannot trust about you...For now, though, I have no quarrel with you and hope you feel the same. Besides that, you are quite insufferable, if I may be frank."

[Other]

Whitestar | She-cat | Leader | CatPuff – ★ – "To be perfectly honest, I was not sure what to think of you after you came and elected yourself leader. But I was also not quick to judge like our fellow clanmates were. I never thought we'd have to leave home, but in the end I believe you made a wise decision, one that saved both our lives...or mine at least."

Roleplay Information

Timezone: PST (UTC -08:00)

Availability

✔ Chat Rp

✘ Comment Rp

✔ Note Rp

✔ Skype Rp

RP Example:

(Note: I don't usually write this much, but just wanted to use this as an example)

Trotting across the snowy landscape, the Raggedclan deputy stuck out like a sore thumb, his dark fur illuminated well against the white backdrop. The situation could definitely have had been better, and with the weather the way it was, it seemed, for the moment, that things were just going to get worse. Sleetshadow had only just been appointed to the title of deputy not too long before and so far the rank was barely more than a figurehead. There was only so much one could do to fight off against the unrelenting chill of Leafbare and the unforgiving ferocity of the storms, the two working together in this time of discord and uncertainty to pick the remaining clan cats off. Already, many important cats had met their deaths to various mysterious means and had to be replaced. In a way, it seemed almost futile. After all, how could one combat nature?

But it wasn’t as if the clans hadn’t dealt with a rough Leafbare before. If it hadn’t been for such a deep sense of foreboding in the very air, it seemed, the situation might have been a touch easier to endure. But clan rivalries and tensions were in a particularly precarious position – one that seemed close to a breaking point, only needing one tiny catalyst to set things off. The desperation in which each group of cats was in currently was only adding fuel to the proverbial fire, and the betrayal their new leader had shown to her previous clan was nowhere closer to aiding their relationship with Tornclan than the bitter chill that swept through them all.

Despite this, however, things had to go on, at least on the surface. Someone had to keep everyone together. Panic had not broken out just yet and, for the moment, everyone had gone about their duties obediently, though with a tangible feeling of compliant resignation. So, though he sustained a mixture of feelings about his status in the clan, Sleetshadow carried on as well, focusing on things that needed to be done to keep his clan mates alive. Feeling less distracted and able to think better when alone – and because many of the warriors spent the majority of their time hunting now – the tom was patrolling the Raggedclan border, scent-marking as necessary. He loathed being caught unawares and felt especially vulnerable now during this time of precariousness. The dawn patrol had returned to the camp a while ago, but Sleetshadow felt the need to double-check, to put himself, at the very least, at ease.

As the frigid snow and ice edged away and relented to frozen dirt and dying grass, the feline paused and looked out across the edge of Tornclan territory, watching for signs of any movement. For now, his eyes were met with none and he took a moment to give his short fur a vigorous shake in an attempt to warm his chilled muscles. The movement did little though and the lithe tom continued his patrol, gaze focused on the neighboring territory. It was only when he stepped on a particularly brittle stick that he lost his concentration, the loud snap sending his ears and fur up in alarm. Glancing down at the broken stick beneath him, he muttered under his breath and padded onward, wary now of his paw steps and the close proximity he was with the border both. There was a sharp bend in front of him where the steep cliffs ended abruptly and met the rocky dirt beneath. Sleetshadow rounded the corner, feeling himself tense up out of habit – it was a blind turn and for all he knew, there could be an enemy waiting on the other side of it. And to his surprise, though he had consciously stifled his nerves, there was indeed another cat sitting not a fox length ahead of him. The deputy braced himself only momentarily til he caught the familiar scent of his own clan drifting from the stranger and sighing inwardly, Sleetshadow stopped his advance.

“Ah, good morning,” the tom mewed hastily, raising his tail in greeting and trying to make it seem like he had not been taken by surprise by her presence. The deputy caught her glare and narrowed his own eyes a bit in response, though more out of confusion than anything else. “Is something…wrong?"

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