Moons and moons ago, there were 5 clans. names and legends forgotten over time, very few know the ways of their ancient warrior ancestors. the clans had dispersed, gone forever. starclan, however, was still a weak religion between very few cats. young and old. some say they have dreams of the ancestors, asking for more followers of the code, and some say they grieve that all they fought for was gone. some cats have tried to start up a clan again, but the rates of success are low. with low amount of cats, the clan won't function, there are fights, and treachery, and betrayel. even some being completely wiped out by other thriving clans. there is one clan thriving, however- Splashclan. RULES: 1. This is a limited roleplay! we don't just let anyone in. we will be full after an amount of time, so try to get in now. 2. do not remix unless you are signing up. 3. max of 8 clans. ( current: 0/8 ) 4. 1 cat per person! 5. Please use realistic colors. nothing neon. 6. fill out all the info in the project 7. Please leave a sample of your roleplay in the description. Good example: Exampleheart walked across a long, narrow log, eyes wide as he tried not to slip into the rushing waters below. as soon as reaching the other side, his fur lied flat, but his claws were still unsheathed. Bad example: I walked acros a log and thein i was at the othre side phew i said its over 8. Do not make a fuss if you are not accepted. if your project doesn't say accepted in a month, then please unshare. you may try again in a month. 9. yes, this is warriors, but PLEASE don't give your cats clan names when there is no clans. or make them clan-like. the "new" clans have not been made yet. 10. cats only. no mary sues. etc. pretty straight forward standard rules. any joke/hurtful entries will be reported on spot. 11. do not say magicly that your in a clan- you must come to the leader and ask if you can join. 12. have fun c:
Nova delicately made her way through the forest of tall grasses, the inviting scent that wafted towards her by the breeze confirmed that her prey was not far. The gentle night wind rustled the tall green blades as well as her dark pelt, but she kept her keen blue eyes on her target. She was almost close enough... Almost close enough to make the final pounce...
