Warrior Cats: A RPG

NEWS: February's Gathering is up!

Weather: Leaf-bare is here, and all the Clans are feeling the chill! There are occasional snow showers throughout the forest.

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Feb 8 2018, 01:25 AM
Shift opened his ice-blue eyes. Ugh. He had been lost in a hazy dream where the air was warm and thick with the scent of plentiful prey, and the warm sun shone down upon his sleek black-and-white fur. He had been warm and well-fed, only to wake up to reality.

He was curled up in some long grass in the wild countryside on this frigid morning, which was not the slightest bit comfortable but preferable to sleeping on the freezing, ice covered dirt that would melt under his weight and leave him wet and miserable. Not that he wasn't already. The lengthy grass blades were sharp and poked into his flesh. He reluctantly stood up, stretching his muscles. Where was he going to go today for shelter? He didn't want to go back to the leaky barn again, where snow would stick to the roof, melt and drip through the crevices, and wet his pelt. He certainly wasn't sleeping on the long grass again, that was for sure. He sighed and stretched his sore muscles again, then padded off away from the grass and towards the horizon. As the sun rose from behind the skyline to above the earth, clouds obscured the massive source of light and heat. He was growing weary, and his muscles grew tighter and tighter with every step he took. But what else was he going to do? Finding a good source of shelter and prey was as good a use of a freezing day like this one as any. He was sure he had walked for several fox-lengths, and his pawpaws felt scraped with the harsh feel of the ground underneath him.

Wait. The ground is rough?

He looked down at his white, massive paws. Underneath them, the ground had changed from the ochre muddy clay of the countryside to a large Thunderpath. Although he thought he had not found any shelter yet, he realized now that he had walked straight into a Twolegplace! He sniffed the cold air. There was no Twoleg scent, but cat scents were abundant. Yes! Not only would this abandoned city make for a good source of shelter and prey, but there would be other cats to converse with, to love and to protect. He had missed that special bond, since as a loner no cats lived with him. With this many scents in the air, he wondered if maybe a Clan lived here. His fur prickled with excitement at the thought. He had heard legends of the Clans from passing loners, rogues, and even Clan cats on his journeys. He had heard that some were kind and welcoming, that others were vicious and malevolent. Some were ruthless and fought with other Clans constantly. He heard that the Clan cats were massive, trained warriors, and could kill a lithe loner like him swiftly with no second thought. The legends thrilled him, and he had dreamt of joining a Clan sometimes before realizing that idea was too far fetched. But perhaps it wasn’t.

He heard a scurrying of tiny feet on the Thunderpath in front of him. A squirrel! The muscled, sleek tuxedo tom crouched into position and slowly crept. With no camouflage, it was unlikely he would catch this prey, but his mouth was already watering at the thought. Somehow, the stupid squirrel hadn’t even noticed Shift's massive footsteps. Shift leaped, pinning the squirrel with his weary paws, then killing it with a graceful bite to the neck. As hungry as he was, he decided that if he was going to join a clan- that is, if a clan even lived here- he had better save the squirrel and offer it to the clan cats. With the limp squirrel still hanging in his gentle jaws, he sniffed the air, following the trail of cat scent to where it grew strongest- a large, abandoned building. From the window, he could smell the scents much more strongly, and he knew that a group of some kind had to live here! He leaped up, his skinny body following suit and tumbling gracefully through the window and onto the floor of the building. He paced around the patterned floor, which was seemingly colder than the snow and ice in the countryside. Finally, he settled down, relaxing his weary muscles slightly but keeping his eyes open and alert. He laid the squirrel in front of him and waited patiently to see if any of the fabled muscled, colossal warriors would appear.
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