We're part of a story, part of a tale. We're all on this journey, no one is to stay. Where ever it's going. What is the way?
Welcome
Warrior Cats is een rollenspel gebaseerd op de serie 'Warriors' van Erin Hunter. Je verkent hier al schrijvend de geliefde wereld van de Clankatten, rogues en kittypets. Dit doe je door je eigen karakter aan te maken, waarbij je bijna alles zelf mag bepalen over uiterlijk en karakter. Wild of tam, goed of slecht, sociaal of eenling? Help jij oorlogen te voorkomen? Of ben je een van de katten die hongerig opzoek is naar een groter territorium en meer macht? Het kan allemaal op Warrior Cats.
KIND OF WEATHER
NEWLEAF
Season
Newleaf, 10°C - 20°C
Langzaam maar zeker komen de eerste bloemen weer op. De zon breekt weer door wat zorgt voor een aantal warme dagen. Newleaf zet alles in volle bloei.
"Hide away," they say, "'cos we don't want your broken parts"
Fisheye exited the cave that had been kind of her home for quite some time now. It wasn't her only home though, because she knew Tribe cats visited that place every so often and she didn't want to bother them by staying there all the time. The other places she could call a home were still close to the cave the Clans had been staying in for a while. With quick and quiet steps she made her way to one of her different "homes", hoping she wouldn't be seen by anyone on her way there. Her life as a Clanless cat had been lonely and hard, especially since she wasn't used to hunting back when she decided to stay here in the mountains. The techniques of hunting and killing prey had become easier now, though finding prey was getting more and more difficult now that Leafbare had arrived. It seemed like Leafbare starter earlier here in the mountains than back in the old ThunderClan territory, but maybe her sense of time had become skewed because of all the changes in her life recently.
As the molly arrived at her destination, she immediately noticed it looked different than she'd left it. First of all, there was more snow than she remembered, which wasn't weird because it was Leafbare. The second thing was weirder: pawprints, most likely those of a cat, had appeared all over the place, and the place where she'd hidden some prey for later had become a mess... Looks like someone had found her tiny food stash. "Oh come on!" Welp, no pre-caught breakfast for today, which meant she'd have to go hunt on an empty stomach. Fresh kill tasted better than day-old prey anyway, though the season being Leafbare meant it would be hard to find prey. She let out a disappointed sigh and decided to try to hunt for some food, hoping that her growling stomach wouldn't scare away the prey.
Fisheye prowled through the Redwood in hopes of finding something to eat. The brown parts of her fur were very dark against the almost pure white snow as she slowly moved through it. Hunting might've become easier ever since she pretty much forced herself to do it because she'd starve otherwise, but with her being pretty much blind on one eye didn't mean it was actually easy. She spotted a bird and though she was not sure what kind of bird it was, she decided to try to catch it. Slowly she snuck closer to the bird, and when she decided she was close enough she leaped towards it. The bird noticed her, but was too late to succesfully make its way out of Fisheye's claws. As soon as she had killed her breakfast, she started eating it, and forgot about paying attention to her surroundings.
a Fishy post uwu (sheet/template heeft een onzichtbare scrollbalk ;3) Open :3c