Please take the time to read through our Newleaf Announcement for how our five Clans will be merging into three, led by our current active leaders (Silverstar, Owlstar, and Clovermask/star).
We also have a territory contest where we're challenging members to come up with what the Clans' territories will look like after disaster strikes! Prey and badges are among the rewards for participating!
Happy New Year! After the tumultuous year 2020 brought us, staff have decided to extend the December hiatus into January!
High ranks are not required to meet their usual post quota, and you are still free to roleplay, but things may be a little slower around the site!
Staff are recovering from the year as well, so please be patient with us, as it may take some time for us to accept applications and update things. Let's make 2021 a great year for Fate!
** Special Note: Another predator will be spotted in the valley in the coming days. Keep an eye out for the next batch of the Tooth & Claw event!
Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 4, 2019 1:35:31 GMT -5
The pretty black she-cat stood near the entrance tunnel, her feathered black tail flickering softly over her back as she stood talking to another cat who bore the same pelt color. A purr was soft within her chest, only loud enough for her mate to hear as ghostly blue pools kept contact with the duel colors of blue and amber.
Their conversation was quiet and simply between the two of them. More than likely the feathery black queen was asking Blackwolf to take her for a walk to stretch her legs after he returned from his border patrol. While the fiesty feline loved being a queen, taking care of her three rambuncious kits, she also was growing tired of being cooped up underground for long periods of time.
The former warrioress quite enjoyed her night walks, with a cool breeze to ruffle her soft coat and the stars above that peaked between the tall pine trees.
With an amused chuckle, Ghostlight softly pressed her cheek against Blackwolf's taking in his comforting scent for a moment before turning to make her way back to the nursery. "Try not to shred a Treeclanner too much." She called over her shoulder, making sure to fluff her tail and brush it across his nose in her signature move. Ears flickered backwards to hear a grunt before his pawsteps signaled he was exiting the underground cavern of Nightclan's camp.
Pale cerulean pools quickly noticed movement, like a shadow trying to sneak away.
"Hollykit, don't you remember what happened last time you snuck out?" Ghostlight's tone silky as always but the sharpness of a mother was noticeable in the under layer. Petite black paws led the queen forwards to where she found her growing daughter sulking along the side of the camp's wall, the shadows practically hiding her from view. If it wasn't for the fact Nightclanners had adapt vision for dark and dim places.
It wasn't that long ago that her stubborn, brilliant daughter had managed to figure out how to sneak out of the singular entrance and exit camp. Luckily her father had found the she-kit before the muddy terrain had sucked her underneath the earth forever. Ghostlight had been furious, worried and frantic at the fact that Hollykit could have died. Believe it or not, but Blackwolf was the one who had to calm his silky black mate down.
Usually it was the opposite.
Bonekit and Coyotekit never showed the engery or creativeness to slip away or get into mischief. In fact, the ebony warrioress was sure the white kit and his brown-black brother were snoozing away within their nest in the nursery. Hollykit was brilliant, far to smart for her age and it showed in the way she carried herself and acted.
Always her father's daughter, and the unmentioned princess of Nightclan.
Flickering her feathered tail to stoop under her daughter's chin, lifting it so that ghostly blue could hold Hollykit's gaze. Parting her maw, that silky voice rumbled within Ghostlight's throat as she spoke again, "Why don't we do something, that way I can stretch my legs and you can get your energy out. I'm sure Blackwolf will pace the Treeclan border several times before being satisfied." Whiskers twitching in amusement as the older she-cat tipped her head to the side as if beckoning her daughter to follow her. ★
Ghostlight's eyes seemed to perforate the darkness as easily as claws through cobwebs. Hollykit straightened, slinking out of the darkened nook she'd found as though she hadn't been hiding at all. With a soft purr, the kitten brushed against her mother's legs, trying not to feel too jealous that Ghostlight could just leave camp whenever she wanted to.
Blackwolf had already stalked off into the shadows, as menacing and watchful as his namesake; his absence was both an opportunity for her to get into some mischief and a sign that things were... boring. Blackwolf took all the excitement with him, sometimes bringing Ghostlight along, which left Hollykit to lay in the nursery with one eye open, dourly watching as her parents flaunted their complete and total freedom.
Slatenose had not been pleased with Hollykit's little escape, earlier.
Ah but who was Hollykit kidding? Slatenose's opinion had value, but not as much as Ghostlight's or Blackwolf's. It was rare to have them both furious with her, and Hollykit had wilted under the bared teeth and sharp stares directed her way. You'd think after that little scare and the reprimand after, Hollykit would be on her best behavior.
If she was anyone other than Ghostlight and Blackwolf's daughter, yes.
But Hollykit had something to prove. She could still picture that strange kitten's smug expression when she'd gotten herself stuck trying to rescue his stupid muddy hide from the sinkhole. She had to prove to the Clan and to herself that she was more than just a lost little lamb who couldn't find her way back home.
Black ears pricked, Hollykit's green eyes widening upon realizing Ghostlight wasn't leaving with Blackwolf - not yet anyway - and instead, made Hollykit an offer she hadn't expected. Hollykit purred louder, admiring her mother's ability to be fun, and to actually include her in things. Blackwolf tolerated Hollykit's presence and her opinions, but Ghostlight nurtured them.
"Can we go out into the forest? I want to catch something bigger than a spider." Hollykit mewed, keeping her tone as even as she could despite the excitement underneath. Adding a crumpled spider carcass to the fresh kill pile was nothing to be proud of. She wanted to catch a mouse, or better yet, a bird, and feel the eyes of the Clan upon her as she placed it right at the top.
Hollykit fluffed up her pelt, praying her mother saw the benefit of taking her outside now so she wouldn't have to sneak out again later. And this time, Hollykit promised, I'll keep my paws on dry land. Ghostlight's reprimands were still ringing in her ears, and the kitten, for all her self-drive and independence, hated the thought of upsetting her mother that badly ever again.
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 10, 2019 0:43:44 GMT -5
The silky black queen was well aware that the nature of all three of her kits landed differently. It was to be expected of any kit made from the union of the feisty Ghostlight and the prideful Blackwolf. And so, by knowing such a thing, the older she-cat knew that eventually her daughter would be quick to attempt another trip outside the caverns of Nightclan.
She wasn't about to let that happen.
At least, not without her. Ghostlight had figured if she gave Hollykit the adventure she desired, but kept it under her ever watchful eye, then perhaps it would steady her impulses at least until she was an apprentice. The temperamental queen didn't want to reprimand her daughter again, once was enough to tear at her heart.
A purr of amusement rose within the older she-cat's chest at her daughter's desire to catch something that probably rivaled the size of her small black form. Though, Ghostlight flickered her feathered tail to brush Hollykit's nose playfully, something the older black cat was known for.
"Come on, we'll see if we can find something close by. Does a lizard count as something better?" A gentle smirk touched the dark maw of the queen as she turned to lead the way out of Nightclan's camp, up through the tunnel that lead the way to the waiting dusk sky.
Night was beginning to set, the time that the cats of the pine forest flourished under. The queen nodded towards the tom that stood guard as she led her vibrant young kit out into the valley. Ghostlight paused for a moment, catching the trail of Blackwolf's fresh scent from when he had passed this way not too long before.
Turning those ghostly blue pools towards her green eyed daughter, the silky black queen tilted her head slightly, that smirk still upon her maw like a near permanent feature. "Tell me, my little flower, can you smell any prey nearby?" She was curious as to if Hollykit could pick something out.
By this point, Ghostlight had managed to pick up the scent of two different things that could be hunted, though she could spot a lizard lazily relaxing at the base a tree not to far away from where the two black felines stood. ★
Post by Fawntastic on Jul 31, 2019 15:24:59 GMT -5
3 Moons. She-Kit. NightClan.
"Tell me, my little flower, can you smell any prey nearby?"
Little flower. She didn't want to be a little flower. Her mother was a strong, powerful warrior - as elegant as she was lively. She didn't have a flower name. Flowers were soft and delicate, too fragile to do anything more than look pretty. Hollykit's fur fluffed up in retaliation to that name, holding her head up high to face the oncoming night. She was no meek little flower, she was fierce and she was brave and she would be a warrior that would be Ghostlight's equal.
Ghostlight had given her a task to set her mind to, and Hollykit immediately began sniffing the air, ears flattening as the first scent to reach her was an all-too-familiar one. "No prey, just Dad." The kitten looked briefly irritated at this, as if Blackwolf were somehow getting in the way of her little hunting excursion. "Let's go somewhere else!" Somewhere the scarred warrior's scent would be faded or masked by the more exciting, more unfamiliar ones.
Maybe we can use him for pouncing practice, thought Hollykit with a tiny, fleeting smirk. The nightscape was so strange compared to the walls of the nursery; with moonlight overhead, Hollykit found herself able to see farther and take stock of her surroundings with much greater detail. Why ever go back to camp if the forest is so... alive? A moth took flight nearby, and Hollykit dropped into a crouch she'd copied from the apprentices. Her target was too high up for her to reach, and Hollykit's stance relaxed, disappointed but keen enough to know better than to waste her energy on it.
With the lizard a few feet away being too still, and her father's scent too cloying, the kitten missed it completely.
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar