The Journey to The Clans

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This is a roleplay on how Hunterstrike arrived on the clans' doorstep. This is also a story on Hunterstrike's past anyone is welcome to join but you'll need to create seperate characters from your originals.

I am using Iceshard's character code sheet (cause i'm too lazy to create my own) And i am replacing the clan with your alias, getting rid of the rank and nine lives as well. Mainly because you probably won't be part of a clan when Hunterstrike meets you. Now I'm sure there are other cat clans out there in this fandom. So, if you want to come up with a clan for it just give a yell (just send me a message) and i'll probably respond in due time. Now, without further ado here is the character code you wil be using. You will be granted with one special characteristic (or more depending on what i approve. I suggest putting more than one to see what i approve.


Name:

Alias:

Gender:

Age:

Mate:

Kits:

Family:

Looks:

Personality:

Other:

History:

Theme Song:

Special Characteristic(s):

Extra:

"Their names tend to be like yours. two words and not just one. So, my name will now be Hunterstrike, And starclan i hope you approve of my new name if otherwise please let a leaf fall down onto my head or something."

"Well, unless you've had any training they'll make you an apprentice so first you'd be Hunterpaw" Stormclaw meowed

"heh one problem. I'm only 14 moons old. The apprentices are six moons old. Plus i can fight. I just don't have a whole lot of experiance and i don't have perfect fighting skills." Hunterstrike mewed.

"I was 7 moons old when I first joined SeaClan and I could fight and I was still an apprentice." Stormclaw meowed, "All that means is that you'll be promoted to warrior that much faster."

"Yeah well i'm twice as you were then, plus you were only one moon older than the average age to be accepted into apprentice-hood." Hunter said. "I can fight and I have some experience, primarily protecting myself, my family, and my home. My mother and father did give me some battle training early on."

"All I'm hearing is shorter training African cat." Stormclaw meowed, "Lets just get moving."

Name: Ice (Later Iceshard)

Alias: Icey

Gender: Female

Age: 13 moons

Mate: None

Kits: None

Family: Deceased

Looks: Icey-white she-cat with very light grey markings

Personality: Fierce, cunning, smart, defensive, protective

History: It'll be explained here

Theme Song: Gasoline (link in my signature. Partial song: THIS IS [NOT] A DREAM. Full song: Gasoline)

Special Characteristic(s): unlike the rest of her family, she knows the right time and way to stop and start a conversation, action, fight, almost anything basically

Extra: N/A
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~is it approved? yea or nay?

A small, white-and-pale-grey she-cat stood up from where she had been sitting on a rock overlooking Sun Drown Place. She had been watching three cats chatting and had seen them arrive. "What should we do about these trespassers, Ice?" A pale yellow tom padded up beside Ice.
   "I say we watch them and see what they do," Ice sat back down and curled her tail around her paws. "After all, what harm could three cats do?"
   "There could be more."
   "But there isn't."
   "How do you know?"
   "I can only smell their scent and the area they're in is pretty bare."
   "True. But what about that one?" The pale tom stretched out a claw to point to a huge grey tabby tom. "He looks dangerous."
   "It's nothing we can't handle."
   "But there's three of them and two of us."
   "We can catch them off guard."
   "But there's basically nowhere to do that!"
   Ice sighed. "You're right, Dipper. We're no match against them."
   Dipper sat down beside Ice, curling his tail around her shoulders. "I wonder how my sister's doing," he sounded wistful. "After all, it can be bare out there." He gave Ice a little shove, and Ice let out a snort of laughter.
   "Oh she's doing fine. She had so much fun out there." laughed a voice.
   Ice and Dipper turned around. "Mable!" Dipper ran over to his sister. "It's so good to see you!"
   "You too bro bro." Mable replied.
   Ice padded forward. "Did you really have fun?" she asked Mable.
   "Well, sorta." Mable began. "You see I had a fight with a dog, fell down a steep hole, nearly got caught by my own prey... So yeah I had fun!"
   Ice purred. "Well okay then," she let out a little mrrow of laughter. "Let's get going shall we?"
   "Going? Where?" Dipper looked perplexed.
   "Down to the other cats, of course!" Ice flicked him with her tail. "C'mon, let's go."
   The three cats trekked carefully down the steep mountain side. The reached the bottom and head towards the cats, keeping to the undergrowth when possible. as they got closer to the cats, they slowed. The trio crept closer until they were a couple fox-lengths away from the strange cats. They took a few more small paw steps so they could hear what the strange cats were saying, then hid in a thick bush near some fungi, which they rolled in to hide their scent.
   "Man, it is cramped." Dipper breathed.
   He had a funny look on his face, as though he were uncomfortable. Ice gave him a gentle shove and he smiled his Dipper smile. Ice laughed quietly and turned back to the strange cats.
   "...make you an apprentice so first you'd be Hunterpaw." A sleek gray tabby was saying.
   "Heh one problem. I'm only 14 moons old. The apprentices are six moons old. Plus I can fight. I just don't have a whole lot of experience and I don't have perfect fighting skills." The big grey tabby mewed.
   "I was 7 moons old when I first joined SeaClan and I could fight yet I was still an apprentice. All that means is that you'll be promoted to a warrior that much faster."
   "Yeah well I'm twice as old as you were then. Plus you were only one moon older than the average age to be accepted into apprentice-hood. I can fight and I have some experience, primarily protecting myself, my family, and my home. My mother and father did give me some battle training early on."
   "This is interesting," Ice mewed quietly. The others nodded slightly in agreement.
   "All I'm hearing is shorter training African cat. Let's get moving."
   "Aw," Mable's tail thumped in fake disappointment. "The arguing is over."
   "Mable," Dipper hissed. "Be quiet, they'll hear us!"
   "You're the one they'll hear."
   "How would it be me who they hear first?"
   Mable put Dipper's hat on her head. "Well you're more like, 'Aaah! Let's solve a mystery! I kiss a pillow with Icey's face drawn on it!'"
   "Huh?" Ice mewed distractedly.
   "N-nothing," Dipper took his hat back and scowled. "And I do not act like that!"
   "Do to!"
   "Do not."
   "Do to!"
   "Do not."
   "Guys!" Ice hissed. "They'll hear all of us if you keep on bickering!"
   "Sorry," Mable glanced mischievously at Dipper. "Do to."
   Dipper sighed and rolled his eyes. "Do not."
   "Guys," Ice warned.
   "Heheh sorry Icey." Dipper's smile warmed Ice.
   "C'mon," Ice smiled. "Let's stay quiet and see what those strangers are up to."
   Ice glanced mischievously at Dipper's hat. She couldn't resist. She struck out a paw a knocked it down, snickering. Dipper gave her a look half filled with annoyance, half filled with amusement. He put his hat back on his head, adjusting it so light winds wouldn't blow it away. "Heheh, woops," Icey whispered. "Probably shouldn't have done that."

"Wait a minute. i hear voices." Hunter dropped into a battle stance and growled. "Alright ya wankers! Come out and put your paws where i can see them!"

~Hunterstrike has really good hearing remember? XD~

"As you can probably tell we're not from around here. And if you attack us i'll give you some massive wounds to remember me by." Hunterstrike hissed and unsheathed his six inch long claws.

Dipper glanced over at Mable. "If we ever needed Fury it was now," he mumbled. "When she is off exploring for about a half a moon!"
   "We don't plan on attacking you, so long as you don't attack us." Mable smiled.
   Ice rolled her eyes. "You didn't answer my question," she growled. "What are you doing here?"

"We're on our way to the the four cat clans. Have you ever noticed skid marks in the dirt in your territory at all?" Hunter asked.

Ice sighed and exchanged looks with her friends. "May we come with you?" she asked. "With the rest of our friends of course. We just have to find them." she added with a smile.

"You didn't answer my question sheila. And yes you may travel with us if you want. But one wrong move towards my friends or a threat towards the or my family and i'll shred all three of you when you least expect it. Got it?" Hunter growled. "As you can see i'm not very friendly to cats that pop out of nowhere."

Ice chuckled and meowed, "I think you mean all seven of us."
   As if on que, four cats stepped out of the shadows. "Man, I can't believe it actually worked this time." Dipper laughed.
   "Shhh... Dipper, we're having a moment." Mable hushed.
   "Heheh, sorry." Dipper looked embarrassed.
   Ice smiled over at him, and he smiled back. Dipper turned back to the three strange cats. "We are the... Uh... Um..."
   "We are The Survivors!" Mable finished.
   Dipper sighed and looked away. "And you are?" Ice fixed the three cats with a cold stare.

"I'm Stormclaw, one of the survivors of SeaClan, we lived off on an island way out on the ocean, I arrived here on that thing which this guy says is called a 'cargo ship'." Stormclaw meowed, "Also, this is Cinderwood."
"Nice to meet you three." Cinderwood meowed.
"She is also one of the few survivors of SeaClan, I would also like to point out that SeaClan is not an official forest clan, we were basically cats who heard legends of them and based a lifestyle and group after them." Stormclaw meowed, "The history of SeaClan is quite interesting, I'd like to tell you some time but right now, we should really get moving."

Ice nodded slowly and meowed, "This is Starz, Kaity, Pipp, and Fury," She pointed to each cat with her tail as she said their names. "And I'm Ice, but you can call me Icey."
   Dipper looked back to the trio. "I'm Dipper."
   "And I'm Mable!" Mable did a little bounce.
   Dipper nodded towards The big grey tabby. "What's your name?" He asked.
   "Stormclaw's right, we should get going." Starz meowed.
   "I know I know," Dipper flicked his tail. "But we should know everyone's name first."
   "True true," Starz sighed. "Carry on."

Hunterstrike chuckled. "I've gone by many names. The most common was Hunter. But now I am called Hunterstrike. And there is a reason why i am this size." Hunterstrike replyed. "I am a gray tabby cheetah hybrid from australia. And evne though my accent isn't as evident as it was a few minutes ago i assure you i am australian."

"Okay then," Pipp mewed. "Let's get going!"
   Ice rolled her eyes and let out a little snort of laughter, catching Dipper's eye. "Y'all ready?"

"We seem to have quite the army here, lets hope they don't see us as an invading force." Cinderwood meowed. Stormclaw let out a mrrow of laughter, "All right, once we get close I suggest we split into 4 smaller groups so they don't see us as much of a threat." Stormclaw meowed.

Dipper nodded in agreement. "Good plan. I think it should work."
   "What do you mean 'should'? Of course it will work!" Mabel barged in.
   "I know all I was saying is it's a good plan." Dipper replied.
   "Okay then, shall we be on our way?" Ice interrupted.
   "Wait a minute," Starz pushed her way through the cats. "Why four groups? Why not five? Or three? Why four? Are you suggesting we all split up and join different Clans? What if we want to stay together?"
   Pipp put his tail over Starz' mouth, silencing her. "I'm sure that's not what Stormclaw meant," Pipp removed his tail. "He was just saying that we would look like less of a threat if we split for a while. We can all join the same Clan"-he looked over at Stormclaw-"Right?"