MoorClan Main RP

Whiskernose was fast asleep dreaming of the fresh-kill coming alive and running away.
Wait, fresh-kill piles don't come alive he thought.
And then the earth moved, like it was shivering. He jumped out of his comfortable moss and his paws moved even though he wasn't doing anything.
Wait, the earth doesn't shiver he said to himself. Am I still dreaming. He then heard Sheepfur rambling on. I am definetely awake, or if Sheepfur's in my dream, it's a very bad dream. As Haystripe and Morningflight tried to shut the furball up, Whiskernose gave his fur a few swift licks and walked over to the squabbling warriors. All he could say was "What in StarClan's name was that!"

Haystripe mewed in agreement with Monringflower, then stood up. "I don't know what that was, Whiskernose, but the important thing is, is everyone okay?"

"I think so" Morningflower mewed "But we should check. Haystripe, you check the nursery, Whiskernose, you can go to the Apprentices' den, Sheepfur, the medici- never mind Robinflight's not back yet, you can check the Elders' den, I'll go see if Harestar's okay" Morningflower ordered and ran out of the den.

Sheepfur nodded, but then realised he was being distracted by the thought that Robinflight might have been hurt. "Uhhh... what was that, Morningflower?" Haystripe sighed. "Check the Elders you mouse-brain!" "Oh right, Okay." Sheepfur jumped straight to the elders den. "Everyone okay?"

Haystripe ran over to the nursery. "Everybody, are you okay?"

Poppywing nodded "We're both okay" she mewed.

Webfur looked around "I think we're all okay" he mewed.

"Great. I'll report to Morningflower." He left the den. "Morningflower, the elders are okay. Webfur sounds a bit shakey though. What is that herb that... wasn't it Thyme?"

"Thyme" Morningflower nodded "Good idea"

Whiskernose raced into the apprentice's den. Unfortunately, he took race a bit too far and tripped and fell face forward. "Ow, my nose" he yowled so loud birds took off to the skies. All he couldn't see it, it hurt really bad. I hope no-one starts calling me Crookednose or Flatnose. It was dark so he meowed out "Who got in my way?"

"Quickpaw!" Ryepaw called into the dirt-filled burrow "Quickpaw can you hear me? Are you okay?" he called.

(I have adopted Snowfeather's cats. She wont come back.)

Leafstrike saw Haystripe and called out to him. "Haystripe! Please, I want you."
Haystripe went over to his mate and licked her ear. "Are you okay? And the kits?"
She purred warmly. "We're fine, now that you are here with us."

((Just in case, I made an announcement, please read it))

(I have. She can have her cats back if she is active, but I truly doubt it. Same with Silverheart, Shadeleaf, and I think there might be another one.)

((Silverstream))

((I kinda hope they're inactive, it's good with just us, plus, I don't like other people using the same names as me, especially in the same RP (Silverheart and Icefur)))

((not much interesting will happen from here I don't think. Shall we close this thread? Then we only have SeaClan and MountainClan left.))

((Okies))

Harestar leaped onto [high-thing] and called to the clan to gather.

"Morningflight, Robinflight, Hawkflight, Owlflight, Ravenheart, Sheepfur, Tinybreeze, Ryesplash, Beetlepaw, Kestrelpaw, Stormpaw, Quickpaw, Poppywing, Webfur, and Whiskernose, follow me," she leaped down from the rock and padded towards the camp entrance.

((have you noticed how common the 'flight' suffix is in this clan?))

((Yeah true! Hey, has Reedcloud always been there, and has Beetlepaw always been med cat apprentice, or did you change it before?))

Whitefeather gave a sigh of relief. All she wanted to do was curl up in her nest. Her legs felt as heavy as logs and her stomach had a strange feeling in it like there was a rock inside. "Over-tiredness." she muttered to herself, remembering the midnight hunt the night before.

Sheepfur gave his brother a nugdge before following Harestar. "Look after that kit of yours," he whispered.
Haystripe's chest puffed out with pride. "I would fight off a pack of wolves for little Wingkit and her mother."

Ravenheart followed Harestar, his red pelt turning silver in the moonlight.

((Yeah, I changed it))

Harestar bounded down the hill outside the camp, towards the abandoned twoleg nest that was the sight of the gathering.

((Uhm, okay. I was gonna ask if Wingkit could be the med cat apprentice when she was old enough. Was Reedcloud already a queen before you gave her kits? Because if she wasn't she had her kits awfully quickly.))
((Let's move to the abandoned twoleg nest now))

((Oh, I can change Beetlepaw, I don't mind, and Reedcloud was already a queen, yes.))

((Whiskernose is a older warrior))

Whiskernose was having trouble keeping up with Harestar.
If it weren't for her colour she could be a hare.
Mercifully everyone soon came to a halt and then he did about one catnap later.

Stripedsun curled up tight in his sleep as a cool breeze wafted through into his nest.

((waiting for leader to lead cats back ))

Harestar padded up the hill, her tail drooping slightly.

"I can't believe Heronstar said all that stuff!" Stormpaw whispered to Quickpaw as they followed their leader, who was going rather slower than normal.

((I was thinking Whitefeather, Cherrynose, Ravenheart siblings?))

Whitefeather brushed against her brother, Ravenheart. "I feel sorry for Harestar. She tries so hard to keep peace for our clan."
Ravenheart looked grim. "I think we all do the same, being MoorClan cats. Maybe we'll cheer her up with a big... edible...animal... of some kind... yeah." He said, struggling for the name of any food that was big and edible that could be hunted on the MoorClan hunting grounds these days. All he'd been able to catch were little rabbits, sparrows, and the occasional vole beside streams running through the moors. But he wasn't the best hunter... probably the worst in fact.