forum Warrior Cats Crossover RP

Started June 11, 2021 by @RiverTheSeawing

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"I suppose that'll work, though they'll be quite grumpy. I'll give them a few seconds before I wake them, though." She padded back into the Warrior Den.

( @Tidermelon @Mojack @Three-Cebus-In-A-Trenchcoat @Zoe-the-GM Are y'all still going to roleplay in this? I can go without a solid answer, but I'd much rather know whether or not y'all are still in this.)

(Oh, I’ve been following along! Birdhawk will join them later, he’s out of the camp right now.)

( @Tidermelon I was looking back over Birdhawk's character sheet, and I was wondering if you'd be okay with having him be Foxpaw's mentor. If not, that's fine. To me, Birdhawk just seems like a character she could work well with.)

(Ooh, yes, we could totally do that! I’d be down for it :) )

"Okay, up guys!" Crystal'Sight continued to wake up the rest of the dawn patrol members (who are NPCs). "It's time for Dawn Patrol, let's go." She continued to run out of camp, the other warriors padding behind her.

((Still in this! Sorry for delayed response. I’m on a bit of a Notebook/social media break right now.))

When G- Er, Ripper awoke, it was strange. Oh so strange. The clear fact of the trees gazing upon him was a sign, that something was wrong. For he should be the one to look down on them. Not the trees themselves.
And although his consciousness took a tone of annoyance, Ripper himself wasn’t too annoyed with the fact, his focus turned towards his forelimbs, which had been transformed into furred paws. Momentarily shifting his tongue around his mouth, Ripper knew the rest of his body had suffered a similar fate. The fate of being turned into a far smaller creature was that.
Maybe if it was someone different, maybe if it was a different period of his life, Ripper would have freaked out more. But Ripper was neither of those. He was more resigned to adapt, as he always had, and always would. Get used to it. He had no clue how long he’d be staying here, if this was even real. Ripper sniffed, tasting the air around him.

Right away, a map of scents formed in his mind. What he could tell from the ‘map’ that he was not alone, and others were around. What he could not tell, was what species they were of. Because you have to remember what Ripper is coming from here - the cat hadn’t a clue what he was either.
A low breath, something akin to a sigh escaped from his mouth, green eyes glancing around- the tall grass he’d awoken in surrounded him.
Ripper moved surprisingly well for a being that had been bipedal for the longest time. That, or he had gotten used to the idea of moving on all fours rather speedily.
He could also smell blood. That too. Ripper quickly looked along himself - he couldn’t smell anything, but he had to check - no remnants of blood on his grey fur. He also didn’t see any wounds, or anything like that. So the scent must be…
Ripper’s eyes narrowed as he looked ahead. Towards where the trees grew thinner, and seemed to open up to a field.

It was there.
Maybe, if he was someone different, he wouldn’t have gone towards the scent. But no matter the age, Ripper would always go towards blood, primarily out of curiosity as to what it was. Ironic given his current form.
Ripper moved forwards, albeit at a slow, relaxed pace. His tail slowly swayed behind him, hovering above the ground.

Crystal'Sight flinched for a second as a strange smell incased the air. The air seemed to smell of smoke, but none of the other patrol cats seemed to notice it. This concerned Crystal'Sight, as she thought about it despite the fact that she tried to write it off as a strange olfactory hallucination.