Welcome to UNITE OR DIE. We are a literate warrior cat role play site set in the post books time, before Firestar or any of the characters you know and have seen in the books, aside from the founding leaders of course. Which means that the clans are still located in the forest territory, and SkyClan still lives in the forest with the other four clans. It is currently new-leaf and we have no bans, so join us in the clat-box and get to know the site and its members a little better!
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Don't tell me how life is Cause I don't really want to know Don't tell me how this game ends Cause we'll just see how it goes Catch me when I fall Or you'll need me when I won't be here at all
The warm sunlight splattered through the trees, sprinkling the ground with its rays. Shadows danced on the trees and bushes of Shadowclan territory. Pine needles littered the ground, making the steps silent. Her large paws blended in perfectly with the surroundings. In fact, her entire coat did. The burnt orange and tabby coloring made her moving body hard to see. her body itself was hard to miss, however. She was a large feline, about the size of an above average male. She was pretty though. Her paws thudded on the ground as she ran through the trees. She bounded and pranced through the maze of the forest, almost silent as she did so. She loved the forest in this time of year. That is, if she could love.
She came to a stop and smelled the air. There was no sounds being made, no birds chirping. That was not unusual for this part of the territory. Shadowclan was not a place for birds or happy creatures. This is where the creatures of the night and of the swamp lurked. They were nasty beings - nasty, nasty things. She was below such things. She was a goddess, after all. She was not someone who hunted or fought. Only if it were absolutely needed of her to do so. She would much rather talk her way out of a situation than fight it out. Her sky blue eyes gazed around the small clearing that she had stopped in. She was some where near the Thunderclan border, but not close enough to be concerned.
She was quite sure what she was doing out here. She just needed to get away from camp, to get away from any and all vermin that lived in that place. There was so much jealously and ambition in one place there. You could cut it with a claw if you wanted to. She was tired of all the looks and all the facades. Out here, in nature, everything was real. A spruce tree was a spruce tree, and a pine needle was a pine needle. Here, a friend would not turn into an enemy. She sat down, curling her orange tail around her large paws. She liked to call herself big-boned. She was muscular and toned, far from the fat fluffy creature you would imagine a goddess to be. She trained her body to do what and look the way she wanted it to.
She closed her eyes and let the serenity sink into her soul and mind. Sometimes, removing yourself was the best way to reemerge yourself. Being the goddess of justice, she had to keep herself calm and removed. She was no one's friend. She neither cared nor liked anyone. And she would never allow herself to. If she was nice, there was a reason. She never did anything unless it proved to be useful to herself. She opened her eyes, sensing a presence in the air. She smelled the air, gathering the scent of a tom cat in her senses. Do you wish to say something, my dear? A smile emerged on her face as her sweet, honey like voice dripped from her tongue and floated in the air like a feather. It was the voice of a goddess, and there was no denying that.
The sweet sent of the forest and pines washed over the large tabby tom as he emerged from the camp. The forest was always a place of serenity and reality. It was a place where Smokestar could get away, get away from the stress of being leader, and getting away from the crazy camp life. Being so young, Smokestar had yet to figure out just how to properly lead his clan, he had also yet to gain the proper respect from his clan-mates. This was entirely understandable, seeing as Smokestar was barely 29 moons old, and many viewed him too young to lead his clan, and viewed themselves more experienced and worthy of leading the clan.
ShadowClan in itself was said to be cruel, dark-hearted, and evil. Smokestar himself found that far from the truth. ShadowClan was like any other clan, members hunt for one another and care for one another. Thus clan simply does it differently than some. For many clans find themselves telling their kits of ShadowClan's evil nature, leading clans to view ShadowClan as just that, evil. But ShadowClan has no more evil cats than other clans, there's are simply advertised and spread about more than most other clans.
Allowing his legs to take him somewhere, anywhere, Smokestar began walked. He didn't allow himself to think about where to go, he just went. Listening to his surroundings along the way. Not that there was anything to listen to. ShadowClan rarely had any life such as birds, but there was life, and a lot of it. The ground was alive with activity; lizards, bugs, snakes, frogs, and even the occasional vole or mouse. ShadowClan was a truly beautiful place if you looked at it with the attitude and perspective. Something only a ShadowClan born cat could do.
"Do you wish to say something, my dear?"
Smokestar heard a soft, honey-like voice emerge from the darkness as the sent of a she-cat flowed through his nose. He couldn't recognize the voice, but the sent was ShadowClan; a sweet earthy sent and pine. A comforting, homey smell. Slipping through a large bush, his thick pelt sticking on the branches and burrs. Emerging, Smokestar gazed upon an orange tabby she-cat who blended well with her dark surroundings. He recognized her pelt, it was Cherrysong. Smokestar didn't know this she-cat personally, but he did know of her, due to the fact that he tried to know all his clan-mates at least a little. "Nothing that would interest you," the large tom answered, a sarcastic tone strong in his calm voice, a sly smile twitching in the corner of his mouth.
Don't tell me how life is Cause I don't really want to know Don't tell me how this game ends Cause we'll just see how it goes Catch me when I fall Or you'll need me when I won't be here at all
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As the large tom came into sight, the she-cat stood out of respect for the leader. Just because she was a goddess did not mean she could not respect authority. She knew that this tom, Smokestar as he was called, was very powerful and loved by his clan. She needed him to like her, otherwise the clan would follow suit in his disapproval. She made a showy bow, sweeping her left paw from right to left. She dipped her head in respect, but knew she meant not a single movement. Manipulating came natural to the goddess, and she used it well. Pride, her biggest motivator, would be her biggest downfall. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be the leader of this clan one day. Maybe not in the actual term, but she would pull the strings. She would be the brains behind the brawn. That was her goal. And she would achieve it anyway she thought she could.
She came back to a standing position, gazing at the large tom with her watery orbs. A smirk was painted upon her face as he replied to her comment. She let out a savory chuckle at the sarcasm in his voice. A cat with a sense of humor always made her laugh. Humor was only needed when trying to please people. Something she did not possess, but could fake rather well. Everything about her was fake. She pretended to be nice, pretended to actually feel something for these vermin she called clanmates. But in reality, she felt nothing. Never would. She watched the tom as he approached her, but could not get a good enough read off of him. In order to guess as to the type of tom he was, she would need to spend more time with him. She would have to be close to him. He was guarded, perhaps because he did not know her. She always loved a challenge.
How do you know what interests me, my leader? The tone in her voice was playfully feisty. She was determined to get this tom to like her. To at least be friends with her. After all, he was the leader of Shadowclan. Her tail flicked back and forth, slowly and methodically, as if she was thinking of something diabolical. For, you do not know me at all. She winked at the leader, her tail flicking faster now. She was interested to see how he respond. She looked him in the eyes, seeing that the stress and responsibility of being leader was growing on him. Being so young, she could imagine. She was 36 moons herself, much older than him, and even that would be young to leader. He was inexpirenced, and had yet to chose a new deputy. He needed someone older, but someone who not threaten his authority. But in order to run the clan like it had always been run, he needed the experience. She was sure, despite his age, that he was a capable enough leader.
Smokestar fixed his amber-green eyes on the mysterious she-cat. She was a somewhat large cat when it came down to it, but still, Cherrysong was not as large as her leader. Smokestar was large, a head taller than that of even an above average tom. Even his body was big, Smokestar had a muscular body with broad, strong shoulders. Although his strong muscles could not easily be distinguished due to the thickness of his pelt which made him appear shape-less and possibly even fat. Of course anyone who could feel the body under the layer of fluff, would know it was nothing but muscle, despite him being such a young cat.
The ShadowClan leader gave a muffled and amused chuckle upon seeing the she-cats showy display of respect. Smokestar had never seen a cat greet there leader with such an over-exaggerated bow, head dipping, and paw moving slowly across her body to show the respect for her leader. At first, Smokestar wasn't sure what to think of this display, but merely accepted it with a chuckle and sarcastic shake of his head. This she-cat was an interesting character for sure, she intrigued him, that was for sure, and Smokestar was curious about her.
"How do you know what interests me, my leader? For, you do not know me at all."
Smokestar lowered his chin oh so slightly, giving a fake apologetic look. "My apologies, ma'am," the tabby mewed, his words tolling from his tung, in an attempt to sound gentleman-like, but the sarcasm still couldn't help itself and shone through in his silky voice. "I just didn't believe that a she-cat such as yourself would have any interest in the speakings of a tom such as me. For such a lovely cat shouldn't have to spend their time speaking of such politics," Smokestar finished, his amber-green eyes flickering the a hint of mild amusement at himself, with sarcasm shining even stronger as the tom finished.
He was mildly curious how the she-cat would answer him. Smokestar rarely spoke with cats such as her, and Cherrysong was defiantly a different car than others. There was something about her that made Smokestar slightly uncomfortable, but couldn't help but to be even more curious about her, not allowing his discomfort to be sensed. He was too curious, and wanted to know just what made her so different, what it was about her that Smokestar couldn't really figure out. And he was determined to get to know her, know just the kind of cat she truly was.
Don't tell me how life is Cause I don't really want to know Don't tell me how this game ends Cause we'll just see how it goes Catch me when I fall Or you'll need me when I won't be here at all
Her ears perked at the sound of the leader's voice. She question the sincerity in his words, but would never dare let that show. She was far too cautious with what came out of her mouth and what emotions showed on her face. To the tom, she was sure she simply looked interested. Instead, she was trying to figure him out. It was like they were locked in a slow and methodical dance. Each footstep was carefully made as if not to tread some where the other did not want it to go. Talking to a leader was always a dance, no matter the cat. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, the title of leader caused bones and legs to quiver. The degree differed, but it happened. It was natural. After all, the held so much power.
Power. The she-cat could see the tom demanded it. His size, he stature, he commanded power to flow around him. Its tendrils snaking into his body and becoming him. But she could also see that he was no concerned with sole power. No, Cherrysong believed that Smokestar actually cared about the clan and though about its well being above his own. In that, he was true. But she could the power surrounding him. And she wanted it to surround her.
A devious smile grew in her mind. She would never allow anyone to see it. But at the thought of all the power she could hold, all the things she could do, her paws began to tingle. Ambition coursed through her veins with her blood, filling her to the brim. She wanted to be envied. She wanted to be known. She needed it. It was a craving that was gnawing at her belly. It grappled at her heart, seizing it and taking it over. She was getting to involved, too emotional. The she-cat blinked her eyes and the feeling was gone. Just like the flick of her tail. Cherrysong listened to the leader's sarcastic voice, letting a smile creep onto her mouth. He was playing with her. And honestly, she was surprised to hear such sarcasm coming from a tom like him.
She decided she was going to play back. She tucked her head down, pressing it hard to chin and fluffed out her neck fur. She fiddled with the needles at her feet and looked up to the tom with the best innocently flattered face she could muster. Oh, why, I'm so happy you think of me so highly! Her voice, though innocent and higher pitched than normal, was also dripping with sarcasm. She returned to normal, sitting down and curling her tail around her paws. Especially of a tom as heavenly as you. Her tone still sarcastic, she let out a small chuckle. Though her happiness was completely faked. She felt nothing but curiosity around this tom. Curiosity and power. I think you would find me a great cat to bounce ideas off of, however, if you ever feel the need to use me. I should be glad to be helpful. The she-cat's honey sweet voice changed to a rather serious tone almost immediately. She may have her own reasons for helping the tom, but he didn't need to know that.
