Welcome to Pacing Paws! A new warrior cats roleplay site. We're welcoming and open to roleplayers of all levels and styles, and with lots of plots and history planned, it's sure to be a fun experience. Join us! We'd love to have you.
After decades of turmoil the Clans have landed themselves here. They're finally ready to settle and live in comfort...sort of. While dreams of peace among the Clans may of been within a paw's reach a time or two, it's now on the back burner so to speak. The Clans are fighting for even the smallest things, like the right to see the next morning, struggling against the climate, outside threats, the other clans, and even themselves. Only time will tell what these cats will amount to.
A lithe she-cat gracefully approached the rocky terrain, her leaf coloured eyes glistening with content. The day had been perfect, so far, quiet, but, nevertheless. Lemonstar stepped up onto the rocks, slowly and began to jump from rock to rock.
The sun had warmed the rocks, making them hot beneath her paws. But, the heat did not phase her. The sandy leader tilt her head to an angle and gazed out towards AdderClan territory. Quiet..So, very quiet.
After a few moments, she tilt her head back and watched out at her own territory; memories of kithood, such eagerness to explore the unknown RiverClan territory kept playing in her mind. The memories brought a warm smile to her face. Lemonstar sat down on the hot rocks and relaxed, her fur still damp from swimming earlier.
Last Edit: Jun 30, 2014 12:46:22 GMT by Perception
"When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say." Tyrion Lannister.