Better Than The Emperor's New Clothes

Welcome, visitor. Welcome to a forest where four Clans reside in constant competition, where loners and rogues struggle on the sidelines, where the strong are outmaneuvered by the weak and the brave make their own way through will alone. Welcome to a forest where StarClan does not speak, and no cat knows the reason for their silence. In a forest where nothing is certain, the only constant is the will of individuals to survive because every breath could be their last.

When the ancestors they vaunted went silent, there was confusion at first. Then there was panic and fear, unrest and blame. Moons passed without a word from the Clans' starry ancestors, and tensions rose until at last a bloodbath at Fourtrees put an end to the Gathering tradition. Thus began a period of silence between all the Clans of the forest—one which continues to stretch on with no end in sight.

Now StarClan has been silent for a full year, and chaos still reigns. ThunderClan and RiverClan are on the verge of war, and conflict within ShadowClan has split the Clan into two factions—the believers and the rebels. No cat hears from WindClan any more, as they keep to themselves and their so-called prophet, worshipping her in lieu of the ancestors who no-longer offer their guidance. As falling leaves herald the leaf-bare that is on its way, no cat knows what the coming moons will hold for the forest's four Clans.

QueenKitten
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Better Than The Emperor's New Clothes Dec 21, 2014 10:04:30 GMT -5

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Post by QueenKitten on Dec 21, 2014 10:04:30 GMT -5

Gallows- Loner
Tagged: Spindle, Open

Leaf-fall was coming to a close, Gallows could feel it in his bones. The cold seeping into his core. He shivered as a stiff wind blew across the alley between two twoleg nests, his skin pebbling. Gallows entertained the thought of visiting his sister. She was bound to be worried about him and maybe she'd lend him one of those funny pelts her two-legs put on her. As ridiculous as they looked they were warm. And it wasn't like Gallows cared about looking ridiculous, he got enough ridicule for his pelt as it is. What harm would a little more do? And he'd be warm.

The tom continued to speculate on how he would even get into the makeshift pelt as he lept up on the fence separating the two nests from each other. Two-legs didn't bother him much, and rarely did they try to chase him off. There were advantages to the pesky collar round his neck. First being two-legs thought he was a kittypet. Second being other cats underestimated him.

The scent of squirrel caught his attention as he moved silently along the fence. In one of the gardens below sat the fat rodent, unusual for this time of year, nibbling on an acorn. Gallows could nearly purr at his good fortune, happy that he wouldn't have to dig in the two-leg rubbage or beg for his meal today. With practiced ease Gallows sprang, catching the squirrel off guard. He sunk his claws in before it had time to flit away and quickly delivered a killing bite. Today was looking to be a good one.

Tsughi
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A bunch of baby ducks, send them to the moon. Soda machine that doesn't work, send it to the moon.

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Better Than The Emperor's New Clothes Dec 21, 2014 17:56:58 GMT -5

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Post by Tsughi on Dec 21, 2014 17:56:58 GMT -5

Spindle, loner

[/font]" His voice sounded from behind the hairless cat. Spindle, his expression vaguely amused, had spoken in his lilting tone, but it did not sound particularly angry or malicious. The all white tom straightened himself out of his own crouch and picked his way over the cold ground towards the squirrel and tomcat. He quickly settled into a sitting position, emphasizing his lack of ill-will. If he was angry why would he be casually sitting like they were just catching leaves instead of food?

As it was, a long tail wrapped around Spindle's paws in attempt to cover his toes to keep them warm. He wasn't particularly fond of the winter, and he had a low tolerance for the drop in temperature. Looking at the furless tom, he couldn't help feel a twinge of empathy. The winter without any fur must be rough. However, he said nothing and merely blinked at the tom he had not met with a patient but questioning look, prompting the other to speak first.[/ul]

Last Edit: Dec 21, 2014 17:57:26 GMT -5 by Tsughi

Morninglight [TC-Deputy-Shecat]
Spindle [Loner-Tom]

QueenKitten
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Better Than The Emperor's New Clothes Dec 22, 2014 16:19:38 GMT -5

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Post by QueenKitten on Dec 22, 2014 16:19:38 GMT -5

Gallows- Loner

Startled, Gallows jump about a half a foot in the air twisting to face the newcomer. He no doubt looked rather ridiculous to the white tom as he came to sit in front of Gallows. It took half a second for the what the other said to make sense. Then Gallows came to life.

"Oh! My bad kiddo," he said. He picked up the freshly killed squirrel and placed it before the scrawny tom, "I didn't see ya there. Guess the cold's affectin' my nose more than I though!"

Gallows laughed brightly. He had no qualms giving his catch to the other cat. It wasn't as if he hadn't just accidentally stole it. But the white tom was thin and looked as if he needed it more. If Gallows couldn't find something else he'd just go heckle his sister, not every cat had the luxury of a kittypet sibling. It's not like he would be unwelcome. And he was planning a visit soon anyway.

"The name is Gallows by the way."