Cats of Starclan

[Dragon]

ooc- ok just pretend it says that as Im too lazy to fix it.

bic- Bluestar
Orbs narrowed as the femme watched the male. She had forgotten that the tom was blind and couldnt quite put her paw on how he had gotten that way. Oh well, it didnt matter now.

"Guest?!"

She spat.

"And what news might that be?"

Her tone was level but she hissed on the inside. Stupid flea ridden piece of fox dung!

[/b] Bluestar waited as he approached her with her tail tucked around her paws slitted orbs following his every move. She had no trust or respect for this traitor and didnt suppose she would ever again. Thoughts drifted to her daughter but before she let herself be overwhelmed in the memories the she-cat dragged her mind back to the present, waiting for the male to speak.[/color][/center][/blockquote][/size]

[silver[[rivid]]]

Name of cat: Silverstream
Rank: Warrior/Queen
Gender: She-cat
Pelt colour: Silver gray
Eye colour: Piercing blue
Side: I know that she is of Starclan, but she moved to the dark side!
How they died: Silverstream died giving birth to Graystripes kits.

((Is the side switch all right?))

[yami-chan]

ooc: Yes that is fine Rivid x3 btw fixed it for u Dragon, hope you don' mind >< I gtg I'll post later

[silver[[rivid]]]

Silverstream...[/font][/size]
Has.Gone.To.The.Dark.

Silverstream stared slightly as she watched the cat who had brought her over walked towards Bluestar. No idea why I is part o' that group, but hey...
Still only watching, she waited for the time when she would lead a few cats to join the greater side of ancestors. Brokentail had convinced Silverstream to come to the Place of No Stars, and at first she hadn't liked it. But over time, she began to get used to it and enjoyed being on the "evil side." NObody else really knew that she had moved, since she preferred not to hang out with many cats.
"Huh..." she puffed quietly.

[yami-chan]

I've got a plan,
it's been written down with pen and paper,
all it needs is blood to seal the final deal,
I'm pushing for your demise.

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Brokentail

The tattered brute chuffed deeply, his crooked
tail snapping to the dead Thunderclan leader’s
shoulder, his blind opticals trained on her face,
though you could tell they slid from time to
time because he could not see.

No need to spit, I simply come
to warn you that cats have been
slipping through a tear in Starclan.
It seems to be leaning against
our world and the living, you
know the deceased can’t survive
in a breathing world?”

His breath rocked the silver blue femme’s
fur, the small hairs dancing and bending
against the force. Brokentail switched
his skull upon hearing Silverstream
approach. He smiled sweetly as the
memory of drawing the cat into
Place of no stars, his honey laced voice
sinking in deep like a poisonous bite.

“Ah, greeting Silverstream, I do
hope this unsettling news
dose not bother you?”

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[silver[[rivid]]]

"Oh no, not at all, Brokenstar! I rather enjoy this!" Silverstream mewed politely back. She liked calling him Brokenstar, because it sounded so much cooler!
Silverstream nodded to Bluestar, and said, "Greetings, Bluestar. Haven't seen you for a while. Is everything fine in StarClan?" Silverstream waited for a response to the news of her side change.

[Songwind]

Name of cat: Yellowfang
Rank: Medicine Cat (ShadowClan and ThunderClan)
Gender: female
Pelt colour: forgot
Eye colour: forgot
Side:Starclan
How they died: Suffocation

Name of cat: Tigerstar
Rank: ThunderClan Deputy, ShadowClan Leader
Gender: Tom
Pelt colour: ummm...dark ginger?
Eye colour: green? forgot...
Side: Place of no stars
How they died: Killed by Scourge

[silver[[rivid]]]

Yellowfang: Grey pelt, yellow eyes.

Tigerstar: Dark Tabby with Amber eyes

[xX Skyshadow Xx]

Name of cat: Redtail
Rank: Deputy
Gender: Tom
Pelt colour: A calico with a reddish tail.
Eye colour: Emerald green.
Side: Place of No Stars to StarCLan (because of the way Tigerstar rejected him in the books)
How they died: He was murdered by Tigerstar, and vows to get his revenge.
RP Color: FF5339
Other: I want him to fall in love with another StarClanner. Anyone volunteer?

Name of cat: Swiftpaw
Rank: Apprentice
Gender: Tom
Pelt colour: Black spotted.
Eye colour: Grey.
Side: StarClan, but he is persuaded to join the Place of No Stars.
How they died: Killed by dogs. Teems up with Mosskit (although she's on the opposite side) caus eof their hatred on Bluestar.

Hehe, sorry Dragon! Half my characters hate your's...
... but I don't hate you! *Gives cookie*
RP Color: ADADAD

Name of cat: Mosskit
Rank: Kit
Gender: She-cat
Pelt colour: Light grey tabby with white paws.
Eye colour: Sharp, peircing green.
Side: StarClan
How they died: Died on journey from ThunderCLan to RiverClan. She hates her parents for risking the journey.
RP Color: 88E300

Name of cat: Darkstripe
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Tom
Pelt colour: Dark grey tabby tom.
Eye colour: Amber
Side: Place of No Stars
How they died: Killed in battle with BloodClan
RP Color: FFDC66

[xX Skyshadow Xx]

Sorry for the double post. I wanted to start a new post for RPing (I'm weird that way).

.: Mosskit :.

Green eyes sharp with hatred, Mosskit watched as Brokentail, Silverstream and Bluestar conversed on the opposite side of the river. Her emotions looked totally out of place on the face of a kit, for she was far older than most of the living cats in the forest. She despised her body, for all cats treated her like a kit although she was not one. She remembered long seasons of perfecting her fighting technics, anything to prove herself. If only Bluestar was still alive, she would pay dearly. I would haunt her dreams until the day she joined StarClan. Then Mosskit's eyes widened in shock! For all the moons since she had joined StarClan, she had not realised she had living kin, kin that was also to blame. For Mosskit's twisted mind blamed all those involved with her death.

And evil smile spread across Mosskit's jaw. Her eyes glimmered with excitment. She started to back out of the bush... and slipped. Her paws slipped in to the river. Water filled her lungs as she was swept towards the talking cats. She kicked he legs, trying to force her head above water. Her paws struck stone and she... stood up. The water tugged at Mosskit's belly fur, but no higher. She felt her paw burn in horror and embarassment. Mosskit was face to face with her mother.

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.: Swiftpaw :.

The ground was firm under Swiftpaw's paws as a strolled down a path that was not often trodden on until lately. It was the path to the Place of No Stars. He stood on the divide, his toes barely over the line, and stared into the dark forest in front of him. Shadow dance across the path as if cast by an ever-moving light source, yet the forest could never be described as light. It was laced with danger, not physical but mental danger. Swiftpaw had heard the elders speaking about how mearly stepping beyond the tree line could twist your thoughts and change your views. The forest offered ambition and power.

A chill ran down Swiftpaw's spine as he thought of that. His eyes glazed over and he was plunged into memories. Bluestar padding dejectedly across the clearing, ignoring the huge squirrel he was placing on the fresh kill pile when she would have once praised him. Thorns tugging his fur as he crept out of the apprentice's den, Brightpaw close on his tail. Then flashes of dogs, giant maws, shimmering fangs, and the sickly smell of blood.

Swiftpaw gave a small yowl, returned from the memories, and found himself on the ground. He got up, shook the dirt from his pelt. He hate Bluestar. He hated Cloudtail. He hated Longtail. He hated Firestar. He smile, lifted his paw, and step over the divide.

.: Darkstripe :.

Pawsteps... 61... 62... 63... Darkstripe couldn't believe that Tigerstar had left him. Couldn't believe how loyal he had been just to be left behind. Couldn't believe he had died.

... 64... 65... 66... The cat had snuck up behind, him surprised him, broken his neck like common prey. No Clan had sit vigil for him, and he had come to the dark forest of moving shadows and twisted thoughts.

... 67... 68... 69... And now he padded along a path, a path like any other path, counting his pawsteps so he didn't have to think about his past or his future. Just think about the present, and the next pawstep. It would be number seventy. The seventieth dusty paw that would imprint itself in the dirt behind him. Leading away from the past, not towards the future. There was no future for the dead and evil.

... 70... Darkstripe stopped, surprised. A sliver of silver light glittered on the path in front of him. A perfect heart shape, the tip pointing away from Darkstripe. He stared at it confused. There is no light in the Twisted Forest. Where... ... there! The edge of the forest! The begining of StarClan territory. Darkstripe had never found the divide, for the many moons he had wander the forest he had never come close. It is fate, telling me it is my time to join StarClan. He began to run.

.. 71.. 72.. 73.. 74.. 75.. 76.. He broke out of the bushes and stopped at the divide. He smiled and lifted his paw over the divide.

1... the first step of a future.