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Hello, all! I'm back and kicking off SummerClan's newest plot, created by the lovely sunlight ! This one is all about fun, chaos, and exploration, so feel free to jump in with any apprentice you'd like! If you don't currently have an apprentice in SummerClan, feel free to create one! Once there are about four or five apprentices, other than the one I will be using, the plot will officially start. <3
Premise: A few apprentices go missing, and their scent trails lead right to the Southern Sea before disappearing. They find themselves washed up along the shore of an unfamiliar place and, upon regrouping, realize that this is a large island. Not trusting themselves to brave the ocean waves again, they have to brave the unknown together and survive the unique wildlife on the island until help comes... if it ever does.
Smarter cats knew to avoid the Southern Sea on gray, dismal days. Smarter cats stayed in camp, tucked inside their dens, sharing stories and being safe and secure. Smarter cats didn't play in the freezing foam while the wind whipped and snapped all around. Smarter cats, however, were not Antpaw.
The runt of an apprentice had a large grin splayed across her maw, a wicked glint in her eye, and a pounce laden in the set of her shoulders, eying a crab that had just now clipped her with one of its claws. She didn't consider herself a particularly vindictive feline- if only because she couldn't spell the word, let alone say it- but she believed that actions had consequences. An eye for an eye, a life for a pinch, like they always say.
Wiggling her rump, the ruddy feline lunged for her formidable foe. A struggle ensued- one that saw her splayed out, cradling her nose as crimson spilled between her toes, as all she could do was watch the crab shimmy away. "Mouse dung," she grumbled.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 20, 2022 16:36:00 GMT -5
"Well, that's what you get for fooling around like that," Cometpaw meowed. "Couldn't you see that those big claws are dangerous?" He stayed on the shoreline just above where the water lapped the sand. Looking around, he sighed. "I don't even know why I agreed to come here. It's cold and wet and miserable." He longed to be back in his warm nest in the apprentices' den.
"Oh, shove off, Cometpaw!" Enraged and humiliated, she whipped around and bristled at her denmate. "I don't see you doing anything useful other than complaining! Besides, what's better than playing super close to the ocean while a storm brews?"
Post by Whitemuzzle on Feb 27, 2022 16:22:03 GMT -5
The sky didn't look all that bad when he first agreed to come or he probably would have stayed home. Cometpaw faced the sea and the coming storm, the wind riffling through his black and white fur.
"Um, sticking your tail in a hornet's nest?" he said answering Antpaw's question. The waves seemed to be growing much bigger the longer he stood there and watched. "I can think of lots of funner things to do than drown in an ocean."
Edited Feb 27, 2022 16:23:57 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
