forum I didn't see any Warriors RP [Open]

Started April 11, 2018 by @Lavy-the-Nerdy-Sci-Fi-Birdy

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Ashpaw sighed, looking down at his injured leg. Maybe when I'm healed I can run…? While the others are asleep.

The brown tabby tom took one last glance at the sleeping Lyon then left. Peeking out the den as he walked across the clearing, the tom greeted a few of the cats then left the camp.

Ashpaw lay down, lost in thought. Would I be caught? I don't even know how to get back to Riverclan. Perhaps I could find another clan and start from there?

(This is so hard Rping while writing my book- but I will try)

A band of cats came trotting into the camp with pry in their jaws, many of the cats were thin and slim, only two of them looked well fed and groomed. As the cats dropped their departed from each other, most of the stronger cats that were not in the group came forward and took the prey form the others. It seemed the fresh-kill pile was only for high ups because when one when to that pile another large black tom chased him off.

What kind of system is this? Feeding the strong before the weak? What ever happened to elders, queens, and kits first? How are the sick cats supposed to get better with this sort of food distribution? Ashpaw watched all this happening with confusion and a slight bit of anger. This was no way for a clan to grow strong!

But yet again, this is not a clan. Ashpaw let out a sigh and watched helplessly as the thin cats where pushed back outside for more hunting, Slavery.

"I hope your not thinking what I think your thinking." Lyons young voice popped in.

"What do you mean?" Ashpaw turned towards Lyon, tail twitching slightly.

He lifted his head and licked his orange paws, "Oh nothing, I just hope you not thinking anything bad… That's it."

"You said 'what I think you're thinking'. What do you think I'm thinking about?"

"Uhhh, nothing…" He murmured, laying his head back down.

Ashpaw hesitated for a moment, but decided to leave it alone. The small black tom turned away and curled up into a ball, feeling very homesick.

“Don’t worry.” Lyon purred. Crawling over to him and laying down besides him, “I felt sick the first moon I was here.”

"I just… I-I wanna go home…" Ashpaw whispered. "I can't help but feel I'm letting them all down, and it's all my fault that I'm stuck here anyways…"

“Your letting no one down,” Lyon said quickly, “Your only letting yourself down.”

"But my mentor left me as the only medicine cat! If some cat's sick or injured I can't do anything!" He hid his face in his paws, trembling slightly.

“And what about the other clans? Won’t they help if someone is sick?”

(What if when he get back to Riverclan one of the kits are being trained as a med-cat by a different clan?)

(Rip what if he never gets back? Jk he gon run at some point)
"I hope so… and I hope Finchsong gets back soon…"

“And where is she? He? Whatever.”

"She got a prophecy from Starclan and she left to go to the mountains and find the Moonstone. She's supposed to be getting some sort of information…"

“Left to the mountains? She will be gone for quite a while then, that place is far out!”

Ashpaw nodded. "She'll be meeting with some tribe cats. She took the Windclan medicine cat, Oakleaf, with her."

“Two clans without thire medicin cats, that very bad.” He said, glancing at the den as Blizzard passed, “Don’t let him hear that.”

"It is. And why can't he hear us?" Luckily Oakleaf's mentor was still alive and in action. Finchsong was one of the youngest medicine cats to ever have an apprentice, and that was only because Silverbrook had died.

“I don’t know, what if he learn the clans don’t have a few of their medicin cats, with that in information he can go attack them and be pleased that they won’t heal as fast.”

That set Ashpaw's heart racing. "H-He would do that? I mean, Windclan's not without a medicine cat. Just Riverclan. Oakleaf's mentor is still there."