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I know a youtuber who uses bears as a substitute swear
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Best substitute swear word ever
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Also I may or may not vote in this. Maybe if there's a tie.
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Also uh if you said other for med cat (or if you're going to say other for leader) please explain. Say who should be it or what u think we should do to fill that position, thanks
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(that sounds good to me!)
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well according to this...I guess Mapleshade would be the one with a prophecy? And uh ashfur would help? I rlly don't know much about the more recent characters so forgive me if it makes no sense at all... of course then Firestar would've never come to the forest at all...or may not be leader at least or wait that just means the clans would've been destroyed by tigerstar or bloodclan or wait if there was no firestar tigerstar would've never left Thunderclan and he would have killef Bluestar its very confusing
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what....but firestar does die and brambleclaw does become leader..
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Original topic: This is the poll for who of the submitted cats will be leader, and medicine cat. It is probably the last of the polls before our first session of Fawnclan. You can look at the bios of each of the cats in the poll here: (scroll down till u see the name of the cat in the poll) You cannot vote for your own submission. You may vote for up to 2 leaders and 2 med cats. If a cat wins both the owner of the oc must choose which they would rather be and give up the other role. Then the cat with the second highest votes will win. The leader will pick whichever cat they want to be their deputy (though they must have had an apprentice at some time in their backstory or atm). Anybody can submit a potential med cat apprentice (secondary character if u already have one character) and the med cat will choose one. The med cat may also choose an apprentice who shows potential as a med cat as long as the leader and their current mentor agree. Or the med cat can be without apprentice for now (they can choose not to take one for any reason, it is their choice). You may post info about your character that is in the poll here on this thread and also say why they should be elected. You may discuss potential candidates and their advantages and disadvantages. You do not have to vote right away if you aren't sure.
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all cracker jaws look terrifying....at least from what I've seen
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The Dream Moon 0 Pinky opened his eyes, thinking that somewhere between the tossing and turning he must've fallen asleep and it was morning already. His mind raced with ideas for an escape plan; he didn't think any of the rogue group would let him go unharmed. It doesn't matter who wins this leader fight thing, I'm a caught mouse. But when he looked around he saw no-one. This can't be right! Where are the rogues? He was in a clearing he didn't recognize...and what's worse, the grass even looked different. A vibrant shade of green he had never seen before in his life. It's a good thing the rogues are gone, right? I'm free, aren't I? But...I'm completely lost! And-and how did I get here? He smelled the air, but didn't smell the boggy scents of the swamp, his nostrils were flooded with a strange mix of scents. He began to panic, but he didn't wish to call out either. Wherever he was, maybe the rogues had followed him, and the inhabitants of this strange place may not be friendly... "Welcome Pinky, do not worry yourself, you won't be here long," the voice caused Pinky to instinctively arch his back, his claws coming out. He studied the cat who had spoken. A tom, he didn't look aggressive, nor surprised that Pinky was on his land. His pelt shimmered slightly, making Pinky more ill at ease, "Who-who are you? H-how do you know-" "Your name?" the tom smiled, his tail held upright in a friendly gesture, "We've been watching you. I'm the one who brought you here-" "You've been stalking me?" hissed Pinky, "and abducted me to bring me to this place?" "No, you don't understand, let me explain," the tom paused. Pinky could've interrupted again, but he knew better, though he didn't trust the tom in the slightest, he may be the only one who could bring him back home. "My name is Brindlestar." "You-you have a clan name?" asked Pinky, does this cat know Fernstar? Did he bring me here to see her? Is she here now? "Yes," said Brindlestar, "I was a cat of Green Clan, but now I am a Star Clan cat. I'm sure Fernstar told you about us." "She-she mentioned it a few- wait, how do you know about me and Fernstar, has she told the clan?" Pinky asked, confused. "No, I did not here of it from her. You still don't understand. I was leader of Green Clan before Fernstar. Now that I am dead I am in Star Clan, and we know many things." The tom patiently explained. "But-but you're dead! That's-that's not possible!" growled Pinky. "Fernstar believed in us, why shouldn't you?" challenged Brindlestar. How could I have gotten here? I couldn't have traveled in my sleep...wait, that's it! This is a dream! Just a really weird dream! "You're-you're not real! This is a dream, you're in my mind!" "Well yes, this is a dream, but I am very much real. And it is more than just an average dream, Star Clan is visiting you in your sleep," said Brindlestar. "Now-now that Fernstar is gone I'm dreaming about clan cats because I miss her. I'm piecing this together based on various things she's told me. It's amazing what your subconscious can do!" Suddenly he felt a sting in his cheek as claws sliced across it. He whirled to face the attacker, hissing. "Woodstar! Is that how you treat a future clan leader?" yowled a mortified Brindlestar. "He's no clan leader yet," Woodstar retorted. "You know him?" hissed Pinky, taking a swipe which 'Woodstar' artfully dodged. "Blame your subconscious," snarled Woodstar, "unless you're ready to believe we're real now." Pinky charged at Woodstar, growling. Nobody was going to get away with drawing blood across his check unprovoked, not even a dream figment. Brindlestar blocked his path, "Both of you stop this minute!" he whirled around to look at Woodstar in the eyes, "This is not the way to settle this." "He must believe we are real if he is to take seriously what we're about to tell him," said Woodstar calmly, "and when he feels the sting of my scratch on his cheek in the morning, he will." "And that is enough. He must not have scratches and bites all over him!" insisted Brindlestar. "I must defend my honor," said Pinky. "Now is not the time," said Brindlestar. "Agreed," said Woodstar, "though if you want to do this some other time-" Brindlestar rolled his eyes, "Are you really so bored that you wish to fight living cats in dreams? Star Clan isn't that boring." Woodstar chuckled as he faded away, and so did Brindlestar. I knew the were figments of my imagination! They must be to fade away like that. The clearing also faded, and was replaced with water. Water swirling in an angry mass, trees floating in it, cats clinging desperately to anything they could find. The earth giving way before the rushing water. Pinky had never seen anything like it. "This is only the aftermath," said a voice next to him, and as he looked he saw Brindleface. "What-what happened here?" "The huge waves that came over the land," said Brindlestar, "in other parts there was a great shaking of the earth that made mountains crumble, great fires where there had never been before, water steadily rising until it was much like this, great winds that could blow cats and entire camps away. The disasters that destroyed the five clans. That destroyed Green Clan, that killed everyone Fernstar loved, including me, her leader. They were not fake, and you did not know of them, until now." Scenes of great destruction flashed before Pinky's eyes...it was all too much to take at once. "How-how did anyone survive?" Pinky asked. "They had the protection of Star Clan. Five cats, one from each destroyed clan, plus one rogue who saved Fernstar from loosing all her lives to drowning, these six, they are the original Remnant Clan. Remnant Clan is all that remains of the five clans. And you are going to help them. Your quest is to save Remnant Clan by preventing the rogues from coming after them." "That's impossible! The rocks which Remnant Clan left upon have crumbled into the sea!" "They are made from ocean deposits, and they will, over time, form again. By that time the rogues will be very strong indeed, and determined to take revenge. They will kill Fernstar's children. They will kill all toms except those who they find useful, torturing some to death. They will use all she-cats and then discard them just as easily. You are the only cat who can prevent this." "But-but how?" "You must make the rogues into a clan. Give them a code." "What? After all they've done? I'd rather rip every one to shreds!" "You can't do it alone, and nobody on the island has the courage to stand up to them. They are vulnerable right now, and leaderless, this is the only time it could be done." "Find someone else then!" growled Pinky, "Even if I agreed in principle, I'm not the one you want for this job. I'm used to being alone. I like it that way." "You didn't mind the thought of joining Remnant Clan," said Brindlestar knowingly. "Yeah, but that was different. Find someone else!" "It must be you. You fulfilled the prophecy," said a new voice. Pinky looked to see who it was, and saw Woodstar standing beside Brindlestar silently before seeing the source of the words. A small brown cat with large mysterious eyes stared back at him. "Who are you?" growled Pinky. "Mudpaw," the cat answered, "I'm sure Fernstar told you about me." "Yes, aren't you the one that Taman murdered?" "Yes, Taman murdered me. And just before he died I saw a vision of a cat fighting him underwater, of him drowning. You fulfilled that vision, and the fulfiller of that vision must be the one-" "Alright, alright, but why would you want me to help the rogues?" asked Pinky, confused. "I lived among them. I saw how they treated their own. The so-called 'weak' died. Many of them were my friends. But I felt pity not just for them, but the ones causing their death. They too would grow old and weak, if they made it that long, they would be expendable then. And what sort of life were they living in the meantime? A life where they had to try and be the first cat to beat every other to the top, where not even siblings can trust eachother. Where nobody ever has any love or peace, and every day is another struggle just to prove how strong you are, lest you be considered weak. And the ones that get sick-they have no medicine. No cat even cares for them. Sickness can strike even the strongest cat, and nobody helps them. They wouldn't even let me help them, even though that's what I do. The result of all this? A listless meaningless existence, and the eventual destruction of the group after they destroy everyone else around them. The only thing that holds them together is the need to survive in the midst of enemies. Once the enemies are gone, they turn against eachother and tear eachother apart. The cause is the lack of a moral code and respect for the dignity of life. Give them these things, and they might find a purpose, or at least won't be wrecking havoc on the island anymore." "Do it for Fernstar," added Brindlestar. "Fine," growled Pinky after thinking for a few minutes, "I'll try it. But how?" "The rogues value strength," said Woodstar, "show them you are strong. That's your way in." "They won't change overnight," added Mudpaw. "Once you have found a way into the group, we will meet again, and you will be given the full code. Until then, do what you know is right," said Brindlestar, before the three of them faded away.
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(got it, weekends will probably be best for a lot of people. When does break end for u?)
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(oooo nice winter update! I was thinking of the destruction of the clan's old territory and death of many of their members and then the journey was what made some of her kits stillborn or her only have one...but winter could contribute too! ALso makes sense why the cats want to settle down now that winter is starting after journeying for a while. Maybe when she first gives birth we pretend she has multiple and then if no-one is the kits we say they died of cold/hunger/sickness from winter?)