☼SunClan☼

☼SunClan: Reborn☼

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SunClan is a clan older than the very firs they once lived beneath. For generations, they hunted among the fallen needles without disruption by twolegs or predators. And then, the fire nation attacked. Their territory and their numbers were decimated. Still they persisted, but the land was barren and their ranks stretched thin. Each cat went to sleep hungry.

Finally, StarClan sent their medicine cat a sign. SunClan had to abandon their old home and seek a new land. After nearly a moon of wandering, Foxstar found their new territory: the redwood forest. Though they have found their new home, they still face many challenges: exploring the territory, marking borders, and deterring any predators. Only time will tell how they fare from here.

☼A Little About SunClan☼

SunClan is a bit different from many clans you may have seen. Cats of any rank or gender may choose a mate and bare kits if they wish. There may be up to three medicine cats at a time, in case one becomes sick or injured themselves, or passes on without sharing all of their knowledge. Finally, for unknown reasons, she-cats are much more likely to be born with tortoiseshell pelts, although many still sport other pelt colors and patterns.

☼Roleplay Rules☼

• No powerplaying or godmoding. You’re encouraged to discuss the outcome of fights/etc. beforehand with the players involved.

• At least two people must post before you may reply again as the same character.

  This will be a semi-literate to literate rp. In general, a minimum of 4 sentences/a paragraph per post is advised.

• Please try to include everyone, and help anyone catch up if they fall behind.

• No OOC posts, that is what the thread is for!

• If you plan to be gone for more than a couple of days, please let everyone know in the OOC thread!

• If a player is inactive without notice for more than two weeks and does not respond to PMs, any important ranks their characters hold will be replaced.

• If anyone needs or wants to leave the roleplay, that is entirely fine and I only ask that you let us know either in the OOC thread or PM.

• If you have any questions, ideas, concerns, etc. please share them in the OOC thread or you’re welcome to PM me!

• Have fun!

  

  ☼SunClan Ranks☼

  Leader—Foxstar—White she-cat with tortoiseshell patches and odd eyes

  Deputy—N/a

  Medicine Cats

  Swamppatch—Tortoiseshell she-cat with a scar over on eye

  Pinepetal—She-cat with long ruddy fur and amber eyes

  Apprentice, Juniperpaw

  Warriors

  Sleetwhisker—White tom with sparse blue patches

  Apprentice, Duckpaw

  *Honeybriar—Pinepetal's brother
  

  Mudsong—Seal point tortoiseshell she-cat with minimal white spotting

  Apprentice, Hawkpaw

  Shadedfern—Black tabby and white tom with green eyes

  Raventide —Handsome silver lynxpoint tom

  Apprentice, Dawnpaw

  Spiderfang—Dark ticked tabby tom with pale yellow eyes

  Daystep—Tortoiseshell with striking split markings

  Apprentices

  Hawkpaw—Golden tabby tom with green eyes

  Dawnpaw—Handsome tabby tom with a crooked jaw
  

  Duckpaw—Brown and white tortoiseshell she-cat with odd eyes

  Juniperpaw—Silver tabby she-cat with blue eyes

  Queens

  Honeycloud—Cream and white tabby she-cat

  Elders

  Palestripe—Pale tabby tom with scarred forelegs and vivid green eyes
  
  

  Rogues

  Remus—Silver tabby tom with gold eyes

  Kittypets

  

  ☼Territory☼

  
  

  
  

  

☼Foxstar | Location: Twoleg Bridge | Mentions: OPEN ☼

Tepid dawn light warmed the leader's thick tricolor pelt as she stood at the threshold of the strange twoleg bridge stretching across the river. The rest of her clan was still asleep, in the temporary camp below the lone tree down river. Against her better judgement, she hadn't even alerted Mudsong of her departure. There had been no scent of danger since their arrival the evening before, and the sentries had nothing to report. She parted her lips now, taking in dozens of new, strange scents wafting towards her. None caused her any concern. StarClan—Berrystar, Greenpath, is this the land we were meant to find? Her mismatched eyes wandered upwards, concern whirling within them.

"I trust you, I really do... I'm just afraid." she muttered aloud, dropping her head and flattening her ears. She took a few steadying breaths. Her eyes wandered to the edge of the wooden planks, and she padded closer to one edge. She crouched and stared down into the swiftly moving water. Below, in the shadows and reflections, she could just make out the slim, slippery bodies of fish. Her belly growled and she was tempted to climb all the way down to catch one. She knew better, of course. Something in the air did seem to draw her into this new land—no, there was no doubt in her any longer. Unfamiliar and unexplored, before her lay SunClan's new home.

A sudden sound of soft paws and whiskers parting the long grass startled her and she turned, eyes landing on one of her clanmates.

Mudsong || Location: Twoleg Bridge || Mentions: Foxstar, Hawkpaw [indirect]

Sleep had been difficult to come by, despite their long travels. She had been left with a night of insomnia, a strong sensation of paranoia overcoming the tortoiseshell point as she spent a long evening tossing and turning. She pitied her clanmates. She felt horrible for possibly keeping the tired faces awake in the night with her incessant discomfort.

So of course, she didn't waste the evening that she had burned. Mudsong had been keenly alert, listening attentively to every little noise in the overwhelming cloak of darkness and alienness to ensure that it wasn't a threat to her clanmates. They'd been through enough to last them for moons, for generations even. It seemed that everyone had lost a little bit of something, whether it be a beloved family member, friend, or even a piece of themself. If they had to muscle their way through it all to survive another night, then Mudsong would be there to push everyone along, using every molecule in her tiny frame to do so. They would survive, they would get better. She'd make sure of it. 

The paranoid feline's ears flickered at another noise, a silent disturbance some distance away. Something moving, something leaving...her iced opticals grazed the sleeping forms and had discovered that her most treasured companion was not among them. She assumed that Foxstar had left to think. If she hadn't asked her to tag along, then perhaps it was best that Foxstar traveled independently. 

But she itched to be there beside her.

What if something happened? 

Mudsong hesitated but the sleep-deprived feline found her paranoia getting the best of her. The tiny cat carefully picked her way across the make-shift camp, only pausing to briefly glance over in the direction of her apprentice, Hawkpaw. Her best friend's nephew...it meant to the world to her to be entrusted with the young tom's tutorship. I won't fail you. She gritted her teeth. I know it's all happened so suddenly, but I will do everything in my power to make it all ok.

Her lingering gaze left her apprentice before she briskly followed the scent trail of Foxstar. She bit her lip, feeling somewhat guilty of inviting herself along, but she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if something happened to their newest leader. Not with her being everything that Hawkpaw had left. 

...Everything I have left.

She stepped cautiously through the dew-soaked blades, taking in every foreign scent, listening to every rustle of the leaves. The distant sound of gurgling informed the warrior that she was approaching a creek of some sort- perhaps Foxstar was attempting to catch fish for the clan. Mudsong paused when her companion came into view, twitching a mottled ear as the heterochromatic leader murmured something. 

"...We're all afraid," Mudsong admitted, hoping she wasn't frightening Foxstar as she stepped forward gingerly. "But we'll get through it. We'll make a new life here, a new era. Maybe things won't go our way perfectly, but we'll make it work."

((LONGER THAN ANTICIPATED I'msosorry!!))

[❆ Sleetwhisker || Location: Temporary Camp || Mentions: Duckpaw ❆]

It had been a long and exhausting trek, days and nights, wandering over yawning stretches of open land and stubble forest before coming to a dense wood on the horizon. It was enough to leave the big white tom nearly asleep on his paws, and as soon as the clan had settled down for the night under the nearest tree, Sleetwhisker's eyes slid shut and his muzzle had hit the grass, sound asleep. Not the quiet muttering of the apprentices nor the sores on his paw pads could wake him, in truth, if StarClan themselves had come to him during the night, the warrior would have slept through it completely. He needn't dream, the escape into an inky black hollow of sleep was the sort of peaceful night he desired. Too much had happened in their last moments in the fir forest, for the warrior to enjoy dreaming lately anyway. Wails and screeches, the sounds of claws on wood and the crackling of embers still scratched at the edges of his ears, but exhaustion had its benefits occasionally, the night could leave you dead to the world.

The sun however, couldn't be stopped. As the dawn slowly seeped into the sky with streaks of pale blue and pink, and the light inched over the treetops on the horizon, Sleetwhisker felt himself stir- paws at first, creaking and stretching out each toe until he felt them click. When his eyes slid open, the first thing to greet the tom was the dewy grass beneath the tree. He greeted it gratefully with a snuffle of his nose, wiping his cheek against the damp blades and giving them a quick nibble. It took him a long moment to rise from his makeshift nest of dry beech leaves, but eventually Sleetwhisker sat himself up and shook the sleepiness from his pelt, bits of leaves and grass flying this way and that. With a deep breath of cool morning air, he'd steel himself for another long day ahead. Speaking of which, his icy blue eyes scanned the group for his apprentice.

"Duckpaw, are you over here?" He hissed gently, not wanting to wake up their clanmates before they were ready, "if you're awake, we should catch something before we move out again."
With ears pricked, tufts flickering, Sleetwhisker listened for the little calico's chirpy voice.

|Palestripe|Location: Elder's Den|Mentions (Indirectly): Sleetwhisker, Duckpaw|

He awoke with the dawn like he would as a warrior, but his green eyes only stared at the edges of the temporary elder's den, his fresh moss bed under him. Palestripe wasn't used to the lack of duties and responsibilities. Maybe the clan would move again today, but his cracking paw pads wanted otherwise. He was about to go back to sleep when his ears, not yet worn out by his age, caught the hissing of a clanmate.

It was Sleetwhisker calling for his apprentice Duckpaw. Palestripe didn't understand any more of the words. With a grumble he sat up, fully awake, and began to groom his fur. His green eyes scanned the makeshift camp. Nothing seemed out of place in the clearing, redwoods standing like silent guardians around the little stronghold of SunClan cats. Still he looked back to the way they came. Maybe Pansypelt was out there. The longing tugged at his aging body. "StarClan look after her..." he murmured to the wind.

🦊 Foxstar | Location: Twoleg Bridge | Mentions: Mudsong 🦊

The tense calico relaxed immediately as her eyes landed on the cat most familiar to her.

"Thank you, Mudsong." she purred, warmth filling her tone. She gently touched her nose to her old friend in greeting before sitting back on her haunches.

"I'm sorry I slipped away without saying anything, not very leaderly of me, eh?" her whiskers twitched halfheartedly, "You would think I'd learn to stop acting like a carefree kit, with the lives of the whole clan on my shoulders. StarClan, if Redwhisker saw me now—" The leader suddenly stopped, embarrassment heating her pelt. She looked down at her paws sheepishly, although less so than she would in front of any other cat than her deer friend.

"Ahem, anyways, I hope my wandering off didn't wake you, I know you haven't been sleeping well." a shadow of concern flitted across her irises. She pondered if the stress of being offered the deputy position was weighing on the small warrior. The last thing she wanted was to cause Mudsong alarm or distress. Foxstar just couldn't think of anyone better for the role than her. Perhaps some cats would think it was sheer favoritism, but surely her devotion to serving the clan would quickly prove Mudsong's aptitude.

🦅Hawkpaw | Location: Temporary Camp | Mentions: N/a🦅

🦆 Duckpaw - Location: Temporary Camp - Mentions: Sleetwhisker 🦆

Duckpaw laid flat on her belly on the ground as soon as she could have. She was exhausted with her paws feeling as if they would fall off. The journey had been so long and she was so tired from it. She had never thought she could actually feel this tired before. She stretched her toes before resting her paws so her sore pads didn't touch the ground. She quietly watched her clanmates as they continued their day before her eyelids slid closed. The young she-cat dozed off and slept for a good long while, oblivious to everything around her. She dreamt nothing, which was perfectly fine by her, she barely noticed the black slumber she was in, too tired to notice.

The sun slipped into the sky and shone down onto the earth. Duckpaw could feel the morning as the sun's light started touching the foliage and the air began to feel warmer around her. She could feel herself starting to wake but kept her eyes closed, not wanting to get up just yet. She laid on the ground, enjoying the comfort of no longer walking before her eyes perked up as she heard a voice. She slowly blinked open her eyes as her ears swiveled to listen to the familiar voice hiss out to her. She lifted up her head, let out a yawn, and then stood on up with a shake of her pelt.

Duckpaw didn't even bother grooming herself, leaving her coat in the same rugged state as before. Her gaze fell onto her mentor and with a smile, she started heading towards him with a light bounce in her step. "I'm here!" She piped up as she picked her way through the sleeping cats. "We're going hunting?" She said excitedly as she came to stop in front of Sleetwhisker.

⁂ Raventide | Location: Temp. Camp | Mentions: Open ⁂

Raventide was awoken unintentionally, by the no-doubt excited speak of a young female, an apprentice. Opening one icy eye, he found that his observation was true. Duckpaw was standing in front of Sleetwhisker. His whiskers and ears twitched as he watched the pair, catching the she-cat's words about hunting.

With a silent yawn, the silver tom got to his paws and stretched all four of his legs independently, flicking his tailtip when he finished. He glanced at the cats that were awake so far, only noticing a few. He also observed that Foxstar was missing from the camp, and a shard of worry stabbed at his chest. She's fine. He told himself, taking a deep breath. She's a strong leader, and if something bad were to happen, she'd know how to get herself out of it and back to the clan. 

The tom wasn't so sure that he reassured himself fully, but he carefully weaved through the resting felines, his shoulders tensed. He let out another quiet yawn, blinking harshly as the early morning sun met his eyes. He grumbled something to himself before setting out, his mouth opened slightly to drink in the new scents.

Mudsong || Location: Twoleg Bridge || Mentions: Foxstar

Warmth instantly flooded from the she-cat's nose all the way to the tip of her tail at her companion's touch, earning a hearty purr from the mottled point feline. Through good times and bad, through weakness and strength, Mudsong admired Foxstar. She understood how seriously the molly took her duty- Foxstar had been that way since they were warriors. She quietly wondered how different their lives might have been if the she-cat did in fact become a medicine cat. Where would they be now?

While the leader seated herself, the charismatic warrior toyed with a particularly long piece of grass, grazing it with a single singed paw. "Leader or not, every cat needs their time to walk off and think. Camp feels a little...stuffy." She pointed out, raising her ice-colored eyes to glance back up at Foxstar in a thoughtful fashion. "...Although, I would condemn that in foreign territory like this. It's why I ran after you. You had me worried."

She seated herself as well, feeling the dew seep into her cream-colored coat as she faced her most treasured friend. Mudsong squinted, seemingly studying Foxstar's words as she took the blame upon herself. "...We're a clan, Foxstar." She reminded her in a soft voice, cocking her head to the the side. "The burden is on all of us. It is our duty to work together to see things out. It's not just one cat's responsibility." Foxstar shouldn't be so hard on herself. Mudsong was just as responsible, having an apprentice to raise and all. Same as the other senior warriors: it as their duty to set an example and help usher cats along.

At the leader's comment on her poor sleeping habits, Mudsong broke her own atmosphere of concern with an amused purr. "Please- you're implying that I actually slept." She waved a single paw in the air, as if trying to brush the comment off. "Don't worry about it. New territory, new sounds...maybe I'm just eager to start exploring."

Remus || Rogue || Location: The Burrow/Forest || Mentions: N/A

The giant had risen from its slumber. 

He blinked his golden eyes slowly before a yawn overtook him, instinctually stretching out before wincing at the dull, throbbing pain in the joints of his paws. Not the best way to start a new dawn. As he continued to blink sleep from his eyes, the large silvered tom glanced around his dusky home, feeling his heart sink at the empty nest beside him. He had been alone for a while now, but still he didn't have the heart to remove the nest of the only cat he'd known for two years. The forest was beautiful, a territory with its secrets and its fruits, but it lacked real company. He'd never seen another cat before. 

Remus glanced at the entrance of the burrow, where light faintly trickled into his quarters through the tangle of redwood roots that protected him from the dangers of the night.  His herb stock was low. He wasn't a particularly talented medic, but the knowledge that Biscuit had left him with was just enough to get by. I need more comfrey root. The steady supply for his aches needed to be constant, and he was fortunate that the forest was usually willing to provide. However, it was just a matter of timing. Since the sudden death of Biscuit-- who'd broken their only rule about never leaving at night-- he'd been anxious about leaving. If the predators hadn't gone off to sleep for the evening, he was at risk. 

Remus was big, but he didn't exactly...know that. 

Besides, with such aching joints, he wasn't confident that he'd be able to outrun nor outfight a fox or coyote. So the tom shifted uncomfortably in his relatively small nest before chewing his remaining comfrey root into a poultice to ease his joints. Must be rain coming. He closed his eyes and waited, allowing the root to take its affect and dull the pain. 

His stomach than began to rumble, and the giant decided that waiting around would no longer due. The silver tabby stiffly rose to his paws before he struggled to squeeze out of the burrow. He needed breakfast, and he needed herbs. Remus parted his jaws to take in the scents of the forest, trying to locate his breakfast.