Many seasons ago, a flood rampaged through the forest, which was home to four Clans: ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, and WindClan. In the end, it destroyed the entire forest, causing the Clans to get lost in the process. The Clans traveled to a far away land, away from all familiar areas. Many cats died on the journey, leaving just a pitiful few left. The few survivors became kittypets, rogues, or stayed as part of their Clan, trying to bring them back together. Eventually, the Clans true ancestry was lost beneath everything. No one could answer the question of who founded the original four Clans. The stories and tales of the "Old Life", when they lived peacefully in the forest were lost, the only things that remained were the names of the Clans. Everything seemed grim for the remaining Clan descendants. The Clans were just known as groups, nothing more and nothing less. But, hope shone through eventually, when four brave cats decided to finally restablish the Clans under new identities. The four cats went by the name of: Creek, Summit, Pine, and Dark. They gave names to the Clans once again, named after themselves and their territories, creating the Clans as we know them.
This is how it should be, and this is how it always will be.
SummitClan: These cats are considered to be descendants of WindClan, but some Clans consider them not one of the original four due to how they have changed. With lean bodies and thick fur, they have adapted from life on the moors to life on the mountains.
PineClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of ThunderClan, they live in the thick forest where they use the undergrowth as an advantage. Their muscular shoulders make them excellent fighters.
DarkClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of ShadowClan, but have adopted being quick instead of relying on brute strength to win their battles. Their teeth are known to be the sharpest in the world, while their territory, the darkest in the current lands.
CreekClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of RiverClan, considered the most "pure" of all the Clans due to them being so alike to their ancestors. They are excellent swimmers, and take a lot of pride into their skills.
SKIN MADE BY COAL OF WARRIORS: INTO THE FOREST. ALL FORUM SKIN IMAGES (C) COAL. OMEN OF WARRIORS PLOT (C) MORROW AND ASH. WARRIORS (C) ERIN HUNTER. HOMESTUCK ICONS (C) KIZAGUI
Username: @ furball Roleplay Sample: (See my app with Salmonfoot) Character Name/Past Names: Jackdawstar (Jackdawkit, Jackdawpaw, Jackdawfang) Age: Three years, or 36 months/moons Gender: Male, tom Lives: Six A bit of the past: Jackdaw was born to Ashheart, a pretty indifferent mother, and Adderfang, a molly-chasing father. His mother wouldn't ever be mean to the kits, she wouldn't dream of ever hurting them, and she even slapped an Apprentice, scarring him over the muzzle, when he began teasing her kits for not playing 'right'. However, she lacked the warmth that most mothers do have. While she cared about her kits surviving, and did have an emotional attachment to them, she wasn't always aware of how sparse her affection could seem to them. His father wasn't ever around much, always trying to spread his genes as far as he could, and for a large portion of his life Jackdaw and his siblings weren't even aware who their father really was. This might have changed Jackdaw more than he likes to admit, with loving parents he could have turned out a lot differently, but he is still proud of the cat he has become today. Mousekit died when he was born, Jackdaw's only brother, and Rosekit died at four months old due to a sickness. Jackdaw, then just a little kit, huddled with his mother at night, always fearing the sickness would come for him or Ashheart, and he was partially right. He trained hard as an Apprentice, with the strict Lionclaw as his Mentor, and strove to do as his dead littermates could not, hunting in honor of them, fighting in honor of them, even saying a prayer before eating or sleeping to honor them, and he was determined to become the Warrior that they could not. After training for many moons, the scrawny black kit he used to be(As a result of his parents lack of muscle) was no more, and he was now a mature Warrior. He took his role as Warrior very seriously, never acting like a kitten or Apprentice, and he was known as being ruthless in battle. He has the blood of many different cats to stain his claws, and his favorite move in battle was always the most dishonorable, going straight for the spine or throat to end his enemy's life. Due to his battle strength, even if he was still a relatively lean cat, he rose quickly in status among the others, and cats would turn to stare at him in awe when he padded by, whispering rumors about who the next Deputy would be. When Eaglestar was mysteriously killed, the result of falling from the edge of a cliff(Or more accurately; being pushed from the edge of a cliff by black, power hungry paws), it seemed clear who Russetstar, the new Leader, would choose as Deputy. Jackdaw held his head high as the announcement was made, however the moment that Foxclaw's name was said instead of his own his eyes turned dark and filled with bitter hatred. However, Foxclaw's death soon came as well as the ginger tom was discovered on the edge of a thunderpath, horror and fear still lingering in his glassy eyes. Jackdaw was now the Deputy, after murdering two of his own Clan members, however he remained docile to prevent any suspicion from arising. After some time, his Leader was taken from the same sickness that stole his sibling's lives, as well as his mother and many, many other Warriors. Now named Jackdawstar, this tom is always looking for more ways to expand his territory and Clan. (its kind of shitty x3)
Personality: Jackdaw is a greedy tom, wanting more cats, more prey, more territory, more power. You could say he is only ambitious, but this is the most deadly kind of ambition there is to offer. He doesn't value honor, all he knows is that he must survive and his Clan must survive as well. He will stop at nothing to make sure they are in the best condition, so they can provide for the Clan and fight more battles. He makes sure his cats are trained and ruthless. He walks with confidence, and he is often one to start both verbal and physical fights at Gatherings, leading to the other Clans fearing and disliking his. He knows his Clan is the best, and he will kill for them, steal for them, and he is known as being incredibly loyal to and protective of his Clan members.
Appearance: Solid black tom with dark green eyes, a lean build, and a small, bare patch of skin on his chest.
Skills: This tom is an excellent fighter, and is known for being cunning and intelligent. He is a strategist who can almost always find a way to survive.
ITS ALL SO BAD IM SOOOORRRY
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