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There hasn't been too much going on in FallClan lately
Nursery Aids Survey The nursery aids is a position that doesn't get that much love. So please, let us know how you feel about the position HERE.
Plot - "To see the sun rise one more day" Aries is gone, but he has left doubts and whispers behind. Despite his absence, he's been busy behind the scenes. Now, the FallClan camp has been ambushed by a group of rogues from the tunnels. Was this also part of Aries' scheme? Join in HERE.
Adoptable Threads This time around, FallClan doesn't have very many current open adoptables for grabs! branches of a tree 2 kits available - orphan siblings
She has light platinum fur with very dark auburn points and markings around her nose and muzzle. This cat has round eyes that are dark green. She is average in height. Her face is round with a wrinkled face. This cat has narrow, upright ears. She has a stubby tail. She is defiant and likes to talk back to her mentor. She prefers other cats that are crazy or trouble makers. She loves running and finding trouble. She dislikes hard work.
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[attr="class","plottextl"] THE CAMP. Strategically placed in the most protective part of FallClan's Territory, FallClan's camp is well hidden compared to some camps. The entrance to the camp is an old twoleg path that is assumed to have been used to get back and forth from their dens. Although the area is not visited much by twolegs anymore, one or two will occasionally stumble upon the camp, causing some alarm. A guard is placed at the peak of the entrance to keep watch and make sure no danger is near. While there are plenty of secret exits in the camp, this and one other exit are the only ones known by the other clans. [break][break] THE ENTRANCES. There are two entrances to FallClan's camp: the main entrance and the mountain entrance. The main entrance is distinguished by two bramble archways that were built when FallClan first moved to the new camp. A single cat normally stands guard by this entrance, keeping vigilant for intruders and large mountain predators. FallClan doesn't have to worry about wolves or bears as often as some would think, but with a camp that is guarded by surrounding mountains, it makes it much harder for these animals to sneak up on the clan. The more treacherous mountain entry point is a much harder path to take that only experienced warriors and apprentices use, keeping most non-Mountain Clans from using it when visiting the peaceful clan. [break][break] THE TREE OF WISDOM. An ancient old oak tree that dominates the center of camp with its twisting roots and spiraling branches. This is where the Leader goes when they make announcements to the clan or organize patrols, and has been the site of more than one kit being scolded for tossing nuts down on warriors. This tree's roots are almost as deep as the ties FallClan has to it. It is rumored that the Tree of Wisdom is the very reason that FallClan decided to make their camp there in the first place.
[attr="class","plottextl"] THE LEADER'S DEN. The place where all leaders sleep, and where all close meetings with the deputy and medicine cat are held, this small hollow has enough room to fit at least five cats inside it at once. All leaders of FallClan call all of their meetings from on top of this moss covered rock. As said above, the tree above is named the Tree of Wisdom for its old and knowing appearance. When calling the meeting, most leaders normally yowl:
"Will all cats old enough to climb gather below the tree of wisdom for a clan meeting?" [break][break] THE MEDICINE CAT DEN. The Medicine Cat's Den looks small from the entrance, but in reality it opens up into a much larger cavern. Directly in front of the entrance is a small hollow that is the location of the Medicine Cat's nest. The den is located near the entrance to the camp so that injured cats don't have to walk too far into the larger clearing to get treated. The herbs are hidden on natural cubbies tucked away along the main cavern back to where the Medicine Cat Apprentice sleeps. The shelves are about as tall as an apprentice is, keeping kits from getting into them when they are in the den. There is a pool of water near the entrance of the cave that flows down a small waterfall into the cavern. During hot summer months, the pool disappears. There are a lot of places to store herbs and other important goods. The nests are often scattered about to make sure that all injured and sick cats have room to move around freely. What isn't commonly known is that there are two small cubbies above the Medicine Cat's nests to conceal their Pilon, each cubby covered by a moss curtain.
[attr="class","plottextl"] THE WARRIOR'S DEN. One of the larger dens in FallClan's Camp, the Warrior's Den, is set up in three levels: Newer, less experience warriors sleep closest to the entrance on the ground level where as more experienced warriors get a nest on one of the many ledges of the cavern. The deputy and any Cave Guards in camp sleep on a flat shelf at the very back of the den; it is one of the more roomy parts of the cave. The Warrior's Den is located to the left of the Main Entrance so that in case of attack, the warriors are the first ones to the battle. This also helps defend the rest of the camp, even though there are only two entrances. It's better to have the formidable fighters up in the front lines compared to that of the younger apprentices. They protect and guard the camp well because of the location of their den. [break][break] THE APPRENTICE'S DEN. The Apprentice's Den is slightly smaller than the Warrior’s Den. However, this den, unlike the Warrior’s Den, is well spaced out for the apprentices, giving them plenty of room to sleep. Its low ceiling is great for the younger cats, and once they start getting too big to enter the den and sleep comfortably, the leader begins to set up assessments for them. Most apprentices won’t move up until they are a year old, but some get promoted earlier at 10 or 11 moons old. The inside of the entrance to the den is guarded by a large bramble thicket that some of the apprentices prefer to sleep in compared to the cave. The nests are made from moss gathered from around the territory. [break][break] THE NURSERY. The Nursery is the safest place in all of FallClan's camp due to its optimal location. With its high protective walls, location at the back of the camp and shelter from the cold, this place is perfect for raising kits. Queens and Nursery Aids sleep in the back of the rocky cavern and watch the kits play from the wide open entrance. There is also a hidden exit by this part of the camp that helps the mothers escape in emergencies such as a fire or even an attack on the camp. The nests are lined with the softest mosses and squirrel tail fur to ensure that all of the nursing and soon-to-be mothers are nice and comfortable in the large cave. There is plenty of room for young members of the clan to run around and play during the cold months of Leaf-Bare. [break][break] THE ELDER'S DEN. The Elder’s Den is located to the right of the Nursery away from the view of predators. The location is perfect for older cats because it's right next to where the fresh kill is stored, so if an apprentice forgets their job, they can easily walk out and get their food. The den is the smallest den in all of FallClan's camp, but only because FallClan normally does not have that many elders at one time. If the den needs to be expanded, there is another cavern hidden on the other side of camp, which is much larger and located near the Medicine Cat's Den.
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A black tortie tabby she-cat with deep blue eyes with silver flecks.
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Female, thick brown tabby fur, amber eyes, tall and strong, has a nicked ear she received as a kitten from a cat she tried to steal food from. Was a scruffy rogue kitten fending for herself when she met Moth and his mother, who were living as loners in an abandoned barn at the edge of the forest. They took her in and she became fiercely loyal to the two of them. Protective of Mothkit, wants to be a strong warrior to live up to his dreams, tends to be blunt and socially unaware (doesn’t understand when people get upset at her for not sugar-coating her words), weak to sarcasm and joking, tends to be a lone wolf, a bit stubborn and rash, likes brawling, finds clan life hard to assimilate into, hardworking but not too ambitious - prefers a simple life. Will write a proper bio shortly.
When one first things of something as vague as love, do they think of finding the one they'll spend their forever with? Do they think of the family that remains at their side through the thick and thin? What about the friends that go above and beyond to guarantee your happiness? There is no correct answer to exactly what the feeling is, or how it even comes to be, but it is something that undoubtedly exists and can change even the most devastated of cats. After a life of abuse and torture, where you don't even believe in your own worth anymore, it's the loving words of others that build you back up. It's the warmth of their actions that will make you believe in the good of the world again. Sweetkiss' life had been one of ruin and misery until one of her five siblings had the life changing idea of running away and seeking out betterment. It was then that they met Tatteredraven, who gave them names to mark the beginning of their new life. It was then that Sweetkiss had decided to try and believe in the good once more, to try and make hers a life worth living. Beneath her tortoiseshell pelt lie the scars of her past, buried in her heard and her skin. A constant reminder of the suffering she had endured, of the time she wanted nothing more than for everything to end, but also of the time that she survived. Without the love of others, she would have never got to where she was now, and it was that which drove her forward. It was the reason why she stretched out her paw to others, why her soft words were careful to never harm others. She would crumble in on herself if she were to hurt another. With her own green eyes, she wants to see others rise above her and succeed. She knows she will never amount to much, but if she could be the reason that someone doesn't give up when they're at their lowest, then maybe everything is worth it.
It is often said that there is a fine line between genius and madness, but does such a line truly exist, or is it just a matter of perspective? To an outsider's point of view, Crookedmind is the epitome of madness. From his scrawny, almost twisted body to the constant stream of nonsense flowing from his lips, and his cruel treatment of prey, surely there can be no doubt. But in this tom's head, there was never anyone more brilliant than him. His weird ideas and passions make perfect sense in his mind, and seemingly his mind alone. But being too smart is boring, isn't it? Surely everyone would just avoid him if he were to flaunt his knowledge. So oblivious is he to his madness, that no one truly knows what Crookedmind's intentions are, and no one will ever get a straight answer out of him, for nearly every single sentence this tom speaks is a blatant lie. Is it on purpose, or just a result of whatever is broken in his mind? All that anyone can say for sure is that this tom, with his distorted body, barely covered by patches of black and white fur, and his piercing yellow eyes, is surely not all there. There is a thin line between madness and genius, and if you so much as blink you might tread past it.
The harder you fall, the heavier your heart; the heavier your heart, the stronger you climb; the stronger you climb, the higher your pedestal. The one who claws his way to the top from the bottom, the one who rises above all else. Strength is a trait that you must possess in order to survive, as the world will always try to cast you from your throne and burn your roots. Some are born with the privilege of already being close to the top of the ladder, blind to the pain and suffering of those underneath. Others fight tooth and claw to get where they are, standing on fragile grounds. What meaning does social standing have if you can’t back up your words with actions? If you can’t prove why you belong where you are? If others saw the weakness in your heart, saw the hesitation in your bones, what is there to stop them from throwing you off your paws, other than your own strength? You need to be strong, no matter what obstacles stand in your way. Gallantlight had always looked threats directly in the face, learned from a young age that the only one who would watch his back was himself. Very few cats can claw their way into his trust, but that’s how you earn it. He won’t give it away for free, after all. There’s a heaviness in his heart, hidden behind the charming smile he freely throws at any good looking cat he sees, but there’s also strength. There is power behind every little movement, almost as if no step is wasted. At times, you may look into his emerald eyes and see flames, as if a burning forest is about to devour you. Others will say that he is the one being engulfed by flames, but only those who know Gallantlight well enough will be the ones who get away with saying it. Don’t show your weaknesses. The words always echo through his mind, shoved into his brain since he was a kit. Don’t let them push you. There were few things that remain of Gallantlight’s father, but his words haunt Gallantlight daily. Don’t let them see you fall. The ruddy tom is a fire in and of himself, unwilling to be chained down by others. He had watched the failings of his father before him, witnessed as he was taken down by those whom he trusted, those that had seen his weaknesses. By no means was his father a weak cat, but there was one point in which he grew soft. A failing that Gallantlight fears will be his own undoing someday. After all, how can fatherhood not change a cat? Trust is a fragile thing, but it can be well placed. The world is a battlefield, but not everyone has to be your enemy.
No stronger than the average warrior nor possessing any particular talents, Cypressglory isn’t one to back down no matter how much the odds are against him. Bravery and daring fuel his fire, and nothing--failure, death, etc.--can extinguish it. He’s not trying to prove himself to anyone and already acts as though he has. When he fails, he brushes it off like it never happened. Only when his losses end in the decimation of another, will he acknowledge his faults. Deep down, Cypressglory feels like he’s disappointing everyone in his life and burdening the clan. Because of this, he sees very little value in his own life and is almost itching to throw it away in a heroic, self-sacrificing act. Naturally, he’s drawn to those that are physically weak, seeing them as an opportunity to protect someone. However, he’s only romantically attracted to cats that are courageous and skilled in battle. Kits and young apprentices are some of his favorite cats to be around as he admires their energy and playfulness. Whenever Cypressglory is given the chance to mentor, he jumps on the opportunity. Although, he can become extremely overwhelming with how thorough and rigorous his training sessions are. He has a flame-colored, tabby pelt and vibrant orange eyes.
A world of giants is a terrifying place for a rabbit to be. A sweet, gullible rabbit, whose fear drives her in just about every aspect of her life. Always running, always hiding, only placing her trust in a select few, yet reliable and earnest in many ways. Its hard, when everything is larger than you. Any slight misstep, and you could be crushed without them even noticing. Perhaps the only way is for you to grow larger, to become stronger, but how could you ever take on these beasts? This is the world that Mangotwist sees through her amber eyes. One where anything or anyone larger than her could easily squish her. With her small ginger body, she is often mistaken for a kit or small apprentice, even as a fully grown adult. As such, it is her mission in life to grow. She wouldn't have to be scared of anything larger than her if she became the tallest cat in the clan, or even the strongest. Maybe others would even fear her! Still, she has a long way to go before she can even so much as scare a hare, since her presence much more resembles that of a timid rabbit than a strong warrior.
an icky grey-brown and white tom, built like a tank except for his comically small head. he’s obsessed with bloodlines and stories and wants a family of his own. when he was too young to have a family, he would cover rocks with mud and clay and then draw faces on them with a claw and carry them around on his back. sometimes he builds clay models of cats that annoy him and violently crushes them beneath his paws before smearing the clay across his face like war paint so everyone knows what he has done. believes the sun dries out his skin and if he doesn’t go swimming every few days he will die.
She was born and raised in Fallclan. It was discovered by her parents that she was a secret genius at a young age. She could name most herbs, battle moves, and hunting techniques early on in her apprenticeship so she became a warrior at a young age. She is known for being able to crack the code to creating battle and hunting plans, but cannot execute the moves or techniques herself. Not the greatest hunter or fighter. It was thought that she could have been a medicine cat, but she did not have the stomach for blood. It’s been questioned before why she is even still a warrior and not a nursery aid. Anxiety ridden most of the time. She has an irrational fear of kittens and tries everything she can do to avoid the nursery at all costs. She also has a phobia of spiders and all bugs that fly - yes that even means butterflies. She also hates heights, but would be quick to scale a tree if it meant getting away from one of their fears. The ground and camp is their safe space. Rather clingy to Freckledfawn and is also their best friend. While she is essential friends with the other members in the Eleven, she tends to only stick to speaking with Freckledfawn.
She is the jock always up for an adventure. Unlike her twin Silentportrait she doesn’t like to sit still in one place for long periods of time. She is the kind of warrior that is up at the crack of dawn. Stretching out her limbs and warming up to go on the first hunting or border patrols. She often goes out hunting by herself just so she can explore the territory. She is fascinated by the Crystal Caves and wants to explore every pawstep of them. She loves to climb trees and swim. She is extroverted and loves to make friends. She cracks jokes when she is under a lot of pressure. Tries and fails at getting her brother to exercise and to breath the fresh air outside of Fallclan camp. Her and her twin brother were found on Fallclan land at the ages of 3 moons old. Its unknown if they are related, but everyone assumes they are since they look similar in features and were found together.
Slender built like her mother Amanathinecloud. She was born with a more smokey version of her mother's calico pelt, but only had a few faded ginger patches. Her eyes are honey in color, but paler than the rich honey eyes of Evanescekit. Just like her brother she is the only other kitten in her litter to inherit her mother's Turkish Van appearance and built. She has long legs like Evanescekit, but is not at tall as him. She is more closer in height to her siblings Celestialkit and Abidingkit. She does however still tower over Timorouskit and Everlastingkit. She was the last born of her litter, and her birth is what causes many of the complications for her mother, but this isn't a fact that her uncle Etherealfire has shared with her. Even though she was last born, she was not born the weakest. It was believed that she was strong which is why she was given her name and named in honor of her great grandfather Timefragment. Like her mother Amanathinecloud and great grandfather Timefragment before her. She has unknowingly inherited the deadly heart condition that plagues her family.
A fluffy silver tabby tom with light green eyes. The spitting image of his deceased twin sister, Mellowkit, except for the fact that his tabby markings are slightly darker. He values knowledge above all else. He sees everything as a challenge, and enjoys mysteries but is extremely bad at solving them. He is very bad with directions as well, and will get lost even on paths that he should know by heart. In fact, it's this talent that brought him and his siblings to Fallclan in the first place, somehow ending up inside the leader's den in a crowd of other kits. It wasn't too long afterwards that a plague fell upon the clan and claimed the life of Mellowkit. From then on, Subtleintrigue was never quite as close to his remaining siblings, Tenderdelight and Wonderlust, as they used to be.
HISTORY An exploration trip went wrong brought Subtleintrigue and his siblings to Fallclan, inside of Hystericstar's den with a lot of other kits one day, leading to the siblings to join the clan. It was peaceful for a little while, before a plague fell upon the clan and claimed the life of his twin sister, Mellowkit.
A prince on the run. A pair of mismatched eyes. A mysterious background that he rarely ever speaks of. Viktorygold is a cat that you wouldn’t expect to have secrets, as he will spout anything that comes to mind. Often aloof, but very polite, and a natural flirt, whether he means to be or not, Viktorygold is a cat that is rather easy to get along with. He is always pushing himself to do his best, though he does everything else at his own pace, and is normally rather easy-going and free-spirited. In reality, this cat is none other than Viktor, the son of Aiden, who helped turn Brookclan into the monarchy it was known to be before the flood. He was supposed to be the heir to the throne, but turned it down, passing it to his sister, Anastasia. Then, his brother, Rasputin, had arranged for the assassination of Anastasia. The plot had failed in taking her life, but it resulted in his father’s death, and Viktor being chased out of Brookclan with a target above his head. He knew his siblings would think he had died in the plot, and maybe that was for the best. If he stayed hidden, he could stay alive. If he could stay alive, he could find a way to save Anastasia and his other brother, Sasha. If he could stay hidden. After all, there had to be plenty of black and white toms in the clans, right? Even if he did have unique eyes; the left eye being blue, and the right green.HISTORY Stuff
