SwampClan

**SwampClan is CLOSED, they have been DISBANDED by The Pack**

## **Info**

SwampClan is led by Emberstar, a two-faced black and ginger tom. SwampClan's territory borders BreezeClan's. The territory is a swampy area dotted with trees. Their camp is on an island, surrounded by a thick wall of mangrove trees. Their main prey sources are frogs and fish that live in the swamp. The cats have sealed fur like SeaClan cats. Their clan is also good at fighting off large animals such as crocodiles, which lurk in the deepest part of their territory.

## **Allegiances**

**Leader**

> Emberstar: a two-faced black and ginger tom. (Whiskers)
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**Deputy**

> Marshfang: a big dark brown tabby tom with long fur. (Whiskers)
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**Medicine Cat**

> Closed (Deceased)
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**Warriors**

> Leafheart: a light brown tabby tom with green eyes. (Whiteout)
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> Lizardfang: a tortoiseshell tabby she-cat. (Willow)
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> Mossystone: a brown tabby and white tom. (Willow)
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> Thunderfang: a dark brown tabby tom. (Whiteout)
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**Apprentices**

> Newtpaw: a tortoiseshell and white tom with weed green eyes. (Willow)
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**Queens**

> Briarstep: a tortoiseshell tabby she-cat. (Whiskers)
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> Amberblaze: a ginger she-cat with yellow eyes. (Whiteout)
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**Elders**

> Birdflight: a light grey tabby with yellow eyes. (Whiteout)
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**Deceased**

> Greenriver, Claypaw, Chivepaw, Pondripple
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**This is the roleplaying area. To update it, edit it. The newest roleplay is at the bottom! Please roleplay there.**

Pondripple sighed as she entered camp with a bunch of weeds to sort, sorting either for bugs, or if any where dead, or alive, or if there are different types like....—**Pondripple**

Birdflight lazed in the sun outside the elders den. Her bones were aching again. She spotted Ponddripple entering camp and quickly padded over to her. "'ey Pondripple, you have anything for mah aching joints?" She asked, with a sort of accent. - Birdflight

Marshfang had gone out of camp to get some fresh air, although Coldstar was on his mind no doubt. The long-furred deputy walked in silence with his brows furrowed before he found his way towards the border. *Not now.* The SwampClan tom told himself, turning on his paws to leave, until a different cat had intercepted him. "I was expecting you, Marshfang." -- Marshfang

Pondripple turned. “Hmmm. Perhaps a poppyseed can help. If it doesn't stop then come back.” She order pushing a leaf of poppyseeds towards the she-cat.—**Pondripple**

Chivepaw padded into camp. A few fish in his jaws and a serpent of its own kind. He had takcjled and won without any injuries to the snake. So he lauded them down and decided to take a moment to sit and enjoy the breeze in his fur.-**Chivepaw**

Lizardfang was chewing on her claws because they ached and she wanted to kill some time.-**Lizardfang**

Emberstar paced camp, wondering where Marshfang was. "He hasn't assigned patrols yet!" He muttered, then spotted Chivepaw. "Hey Chivepaw!" He called, padded over to him. "Would you like to go hunting with me?" He asked, smiling. - Emberstar

Chivepaw raised a brow. *Actually?* The leader wanted to hunt with *him* of all cats. He was under the impression he was in trouble though. “Okay?” He grumbled.-**Chivepaw**

((Plot things, no interrupting please)) Marshfang pinned his ears back, more or less out of nervousness. ScarClan. He had heard of this tom before, and so he just barely recalled his name. "Moonshadow. Y-You're trespassing on SwampClan territory, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The deputy growled anxiously, unable to resist the urge to take a step back. The lavender tom smirked and took a bold step forward in response. "I heard your sister is expecting kits, Marshfang. Oh yes- ScarClan knows everything. It'd be a shame if...she passed away before she ever knew the joys of parenthood, hm?" -- Moonshadow & Marshfang

(oh snap) Mossystone pounced as snake fangs entered his fur. He bit his own snake fang sized fangs into the head and fought it.-**Mossystone**

Marshfang's heart was pounding in his chest, so loud that he could barely hear the song of oblivious birds surrounding him. "What do you want, Moonshadow?" The brown tabby finally hissed through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed into a pair of slits. He'd do anything to keep his sister safe. *Anything*. And Moonshadow knew that. "Tell me about your clan, their weaknesses and the layout of your territory. Tell me *everything* you know." -- Marshfang & Moonshadow

OMG NUUU) Pondripple felt odd somehow. Something was going to happen. Though she ignored it. *Not real. StarClan can’t help us. They’re all dead.* She hissed in her head.-**Pondripple**

(oh snap indeed) Birdflight nodded, and licked up the poppy seeds. "Thanks, Pondripple." She mewed, then padded away, deciding to check on the queens. - Birdflight

The deputy was left with no choice but to obey the ScarClan tom. He spilled the beans, told him what he knew, and StarClan did he feel awful about it. But he couldn't risk having his sister killed- especially not when she was carrying the future warriors of SwampClan. *I'm a disgrace.* Marshfang thought as he slowly returned to camp with his head bowed. -- Marshfang

snake bitten again. Mossystone rpdroped his snakes and lizards In the kill pile and immediately padded up to Pondripple. “Heh. Hey sis.... I Uh. It happened again.” He sighed. “Really? Can’t you ever not get Bitten by snakes? Like, every time you hunt.” She sighed preparing some herbs he doesn’t know about. He yawned as he spdecided to lay In a moss bed.-**Mossystone**

Emberstar spotted Marshfang entering camp, his head low. "Hey Marshfang!" He greeted him with a large grin. "Where were you?" - Emberstar

"I was trying to catch the clan a big breakfast." The deputy lied. "Biggest rabbit I've seen, but it outran me and I lost it." -- Marshfang

"Man, too bad." Emberstar frowned. "Me and Chiveclaw were about to go hunting; do you want to come?" He asked. -- Emberstar

“dang that’s too bad.” Lizardfang sighed. “Would've fed like four of us I’m guessing.” She yawned.

Pondripple carefully applied the chewed leaves.— **Lizardfang** &**Pondripple**

Chivepaw raised a brow. “You mean Chivepaw right. I’m not a warrior.”-**Chivepaw**

"No thank you, thanks for the offer though. It would be wise to have at least one of us in camp." Marshfang murmured, although he truthfully she wanted to stick around camp to visit with his sister. -- Marshfang

“Hmm.” Chivepaw wondered why the tom didn’t want to hunt. Well, he just did but didn’t he want his tasty revenge on the rabbit? Hmmmmmmmmm.-**Chivepaw**

"Of course." Emberstar nodded before flicking his tail. "Alright Chive*paw, l*et's get going." *- Emberstar*

Amberblaze was bored out of her mind. Being a queen was so boring. - Amberblaze

"Hello!" Birdflight said, entering the den and sitting down. "How's it going?" - Birdflight

“right.” He bared his teeth to himself. He padded alongside his leader. Annoyed.-**Chivepaw**

Yet he left at his sisters paws finally, he returned with a huge fish in his jaws. Mossystone was a good boy so he obviously would catch something wile he was out that night with *her*. He dropped it in the pile as Newtpaw ran up to him. “Whoa! What? No snakes this time! Awww!” Mossystone purred. “Oh Newtpaw. Fighting snakes is a dangerous thing if you don’t know how to catch em’ Why don’t I teach you tomorrow and we can practice fishing stance tonight as the frogs are out.” He meowed. “Yeah!” Newtpaw meowed. Dang. Mossystone was living that good life. “Alright, lets go.”—**Mossystone**

Newtpaw crouches as he looked over the river. “Lower. Flatter, just a little bit lower is your shadow is barely visible.” Mossystone meowed. Newtpaw obeyed. *Heh I’ll be better than Lizardfang in no time!* Though he slipped on the mucky cliff and landed in the water. His pelt soaking. “Well, that’s... we can try again anytime.” Mossystone meowed as Newtpaw raged out of the water. “Ugh!” But he tried again as his pelt was still sobbing on the marsh Cliffed shore.—**Newtpaw**

Mossystone was astonished with his apprentices determination, and finally swiping his paws into the water, he threw the fish out and caught it in his mouth. “Great job Newtpaw!” Mossystone purred. “Let’s get back. It’s almost dawn and you need to sleep.”—**Mossystone**

Marshfang stole away into the nursery, nuzzling his sister's forehead after he ducked inside. "How're you feeling?" The deputy asked his littermate with a concerned ring to his voice before he settled down beside her. Brairstep cocked her head curiously. "You seem awfully worried- what's wrong? Kits and I are doing just fine, no need to be concerned." -- Marshfang & Briarstep

Mossystone lay in his nest. Thinking. Deeply. It was fun seeing Icegaze again, ever since that no good plague he hadn’t caught up to her, though..... he sighed. “What’s wrong Mossystone?” Lizardfang piped. He sighed. “Eh. Just worried about Clan politics. The usual for me.” He sighed. Lizardfang raised a brow. “Oh? Those rumors getting to ya? Don’t listen to them. If we get involved it’ll be the end of us.” She meowed. He sighed and rolled onto his back to see a hole in the den over him as he glanced at the stars. *If only it Where that simple to forget.***—Mossystone**

Pondripple stared at the stars also, but she tried to hard to get a sign. Why was it so hard for StarClan to talk to her? What had she done to deserve this? Is it that she where a rogue? That she hadn’t been born with this stupid religion? Why don’t they just make her believe in them! She hissed as she padded to Emberstar. though The tom was gone. *Ah. Hunting with Chivepaw....* though she was annoyed. She needed to request an apprentice so she could step down as soon as possible. As she wasn’t meant For this after all.—**Pondripple**

Mossystone woke to Pondripple prodding him on the shoulder. “It’s time.” She murmured. He nodded as he was happy he could see Bass again, he and Pondripple exited camp silently and headed towards the river.—**Mossystone**

This time as he entered camp again he wished he could talk all day with someone.... though he prodded Newtpaw. “Ready for some early training so we can get back later and chill all day?” He asked. Newtpaw perked up and as he leaped to his paws he still held a tired gaze and he slouched. “yes please!” He meowed. “Alright. Lets battle train today.”—**Mossystone**

Newtpaw lowered, and before his mentor could say to start he leaped on the tom, pushing on his strong shoulders and knocking his mentor off balance, he clawed at his mentors belly with unsheathed claws and scuffed his ears as Mossystone lay on his back. “Nice!” Mossystone purred. Newtpaw grinned with pride. “But remember it isn’t time for celebrating in a battle.” And he kicked his apprentice in the face, and leaped on Newtpaw. “What! Unfair!” He blurted. Mossystone purred. “Well would you really celebrate for doing a single move in battle?” Newtpaw eased the steam in which he thought would’ve been coming from his ears. “No.” He answered glumly. “Now, let’s try some other moves.”—Newtpaw & Mossystone

*Two moons later...*

“Wow Newtpaw! I think it’s only tomorrow for your last moon of training And the following moon’ll be your test! Well done!” Mossystone purred as the apprentice dropped the huge fish in the pile. He’s grown all right, he’s not as afraid and a bit taller and stronger. “Thanks! Can’t wait!” Though Lizardfang had followed to help in any way? She flattened her ears, “oh yes my BABY brother is gonna be a warrior woo. Hoo.” She spat, mossystone rolled his eyes. “Lay off Lizardfang. He’s doing well,” lizardfnag gave him an apologetic gaze.—**Mossystone**

Lizardfang hissed to herself cursing to Newtpaw’s good natured mentor and turned to walk away. She really needed to try harder to get the love she’d served from Mossystone. She needed him, she wanted him to herself and she wanted to have kits and a family with the handsome tom. And if nay she-cat came up to him she’d glare at them and then give them scars, he was hers and nothing was going to stop her from making I’m miserable without her.—**Lizardfang**

((***IMPORTANT***: Please move along to the Gathering in the Main Roleplay!!)) -- Silvery

*Two moons later...*

Amberblaze was heavily pregnant, and just couldn't wait for her kits to come. She was already dreaming up names for them! -- Amberblaze

"I don't take orders from you." Moonshadow shot a small glare in Moor's direction, although the divine feline immediately brushed it off in the coldest of fashions. "I believe you do, *mortal*." The tortoiseshell point disregarded the ScarClan deputy from thereafter, stepping forward to the front of the line to command the collage of coats: ScarClan and the Pack, merged together as one.

All for the wrong purpose.

Moor raised her muzzle to the sky so that her troops could hear her words: "Let the great purge begin!" For now, the shaman would hang back, watching as Moonshadow urged the cats forward. The battle-hungry warriors snaked around Moor as she stood in place, watching chaos break out before her very eyes. And just like that, the Pack's shaman was gone to the safety of her own home. She was that confident in her warriors. **-- Moor & Moonshadow**

Emberstar perked up and quickly looked to the camp entrance. Teems of rouges streamed through. *WHAT IN THE WORLD?* "We're being attacked!" He yowled, dashing to slash a tall tortoiseshell point. (Moor) "Who are you?" He snarled. -- Emberstar

*No!* The clan's deputy screeched in the back of his mind as he whirled around to face his enemy, finding himself overwhelmed in ScarClan-Pack stench. *They promised!* Marshfang felt guilt claw at his stomach, knowing that it was all his fault. He had made a deal with Moor, a deal with the devil. He could see the lilac pelt of Moonshadow dancing among SwampClan warriors, leaving Marshfang to snarl under his breath as he struggled against a heavy tom. He thrashed about, spotting a familiar dappled pelt alongside a sable figure. *Moor...and her mate, Renegade. I knew they'd drag The Pack into this...*-- Marshfang

"I am their savior, their divine light: I am here to purge this land of *weakness*." Moor spoke coldly before she forced herself off the ground and into Emberstar's chest, prepared to wrestle with the leader until death did them part. -- Moor

Amberblaze eyes widened as she looked outside. "Wh-what's happening?" She asked to no one in particular. -- Amberblaze

Emberstar snarled. "You can not defeat me. I have seven lives, and I'll defeat you easily!" -- Emberstar

Briarstep curled a lip as she felt her hackles raise. She shifted her plump self so that she was situated in front of Amberblaze, round eyes focused on the terror that was erupting outside. "Stay in the back of the nursery." She ordered the other queen in a tense tone. -- Briarstep

There was a sort of cruel, joyful sparkle in the tortoiseshell point's ice-colored eyes. "Then I will take pleasure in killing you seven times over." -- Moor

"B-but. what about you?" Amberblaze asked, backing away. -- Amberblaze

Emberstar sneered, then leaped onto Moor. -- Emberstar

"Don't worry about it," Briarstep responded quickly, her gaze hardening on the war in camp. "...Just stay quiet, and stay hidden." -- Briarstep

Moor happily accepted Emberstar into her bitter claws, prepared to do her worst on SwampClan's leader. *The sooner this is over, the sooner I can catch myself some dinner.* -- Moor

"Right." Amberblaze almost whispered, ducking down and crouching in the den. -- Amberblaze

Emberstar fought hard. -- Emberstar ((Srry, I have no idea what to write.))

Greenriver screeched to a halt, the huge warrior slashing and clawing. She spotted Emberstar and Moor. - Greenriver

Moonshadow pranced around like a blood-thirsty wolf on the hunt, spotting Greenriver distracted by the battle between Moor and Emberstar. The lilac tom grinned inwardly and took the she-cat's moment off-guard as his opportunity to strike. -- Moonshadow

((Neither do I)) Moor kept her shoulders locked around Emberstar's shoulders to ensure that he couldn't flee from her. -- Moor

Renegade looked for kitties to kill. -- Creative Renegade

Greenriver yowled as she saw a lithe lilac tom attack her. She twisted around. Although she was strong, at the moment's notice she was clumsy, which was a huge downfall right now. She fell, struggling. - Greenriver

Once the tankish she-cat fell to the ground, Moonshadow popped backwards momentarily to reposition himself for a second attack. Similar to an arctic fox striking down its snow-bound prey, the Scarclan deputy pounced on Greenriver's soft belly with his claws extended and teeth bared. -- Moonshadow

Greenriver snarled in defiance, but she just could not get her paws under her to throw off the rogue. But looking into the tom's hateful eyes, she knew the end was coming. She would not get mercy. - Greenriver

*I don't have time to make this slow.* Moonshadow reminded himself as he snarled in response to Greenriver. ScarClan had trained them to make the suffering of their victims slow, worthwhile of their time. But today...they had greater plans. This was no typical assassination mission. Without another thought, Moonshadow plunged his fangs into Greenriver's throat. -- Moonshadow

Greenriver let out one last battle cry, before her huge paws twitched and then flopped. Her body fell limp as she breathed out her final breath. - Greenriver

Thunderfang was locked in combat with a black she-cat (Champion), throwing her to the ground. -- Thunderfang

*Unworthy.* The cruel ScarClan deputy turned to seek out his next victim. So far, he had not seen his kit among the ranks of SwampClan cats, and so he ruled out the idea of them stealing Calypso. -- Moonshadow

Moor continued to roll with Emberstar in SwampClan's camp, her teeth bared and eyes glittering with a cruel bitterness. She neared the edge of SwampClan's island camp and reached the shore, noticing something moving in the water. In that moment, she got a horrible idea, a way to take all of the leader's lives at once. -- Moor

Mossystone helped Newtpaw, though Lizardfang leaped on Mossystone, claws unsheathed. “I saw you you backstabbing tom! You can’t like Icegaze! You only have me!” He gasped as they both fought.-Mossy

Mossystone gasped as he and Lizardfang rolled down hill near the water. She hissed. He licked her in though she pulled in with her. “What are you doing!” He hissed. She growled with a grin. “Riding the forest of your existence!” She hissed as she smacked him and plunged his head under water. He widened his eyes as the water came in, Struggling he tried to push himself out, but she helped her paws, unsheathed, on his head an dholding him under water, he gasped though felt heavy as he gave in and all he saw was the stars. Lizardfang grinned and lifted her paws. “Heh. Now for her.” She then looked to see Emberstar. She shook her head. “I was never meant for this idiot clan of weaklings. Until she was leaped on by Newtpaw,-Lizard

Newtpaw gasped as he saw his mentor and knocked Lizardfang into the water. She leaped to the shore and started running, he hissed as he chased after her.-Newt (these guys’ll be RP on main RP)

Chivepaw saw Claypaw be murdered and gasped as he then had a slash to the throat. As he then lay his last gaze on Emberstar and let out a wail.-Chive

Moor began to drag Emberstar towards the shoreline of SwampClan. Perhaps she wasn't big and powerful enough to drain him of all lives at once, but what lurked beneath the swampy water most certainly was. -- Moor

Emberstar gargled in protest as Moor shoved his head below the surface of the muddy water. The calico tom lashed out at Moor blindly, desperate to win himself free. He struggled with the Pack's leader once more, until he felt her kick off of him and leave him to drift out into the swampy water. The tom thrashed about, desperately trying to make it back to dry land, but it did him no good. His struggle caught the interest of something else, of SwampClan's great predator: the crocodile. Before he knew it, Emberstar found himself being drug beneath the surface of the muddy swamp, carried to the depths by a pair of powerful jaws. -- Emberstar

(oh my)-Willow

Marshfang struggled underneath the cruel claws of Moonshadow before he finally forced the tom away, a chill running down his spine when he noticed that his sister was no longer protecting the nursery. "Briarstep!" The deputy screeched, forcing his way into the damaged den to find Briarstep, still expecting her kits, lifeless in a pool of blood beneath Renegade. The deputy did not know what overcame him. *An eye for an eye.* With unimaginable force, Marshfang tackled Renegade to the ground, beating him senseless with massive paws until he saw nothing but red. In the end, Renegade had perished under his claws, but Marshfang felt lost. *All of this...this is all my fault.* His entire clan had fallen apart around him- Emberstar was dead, and SwampClan was doomed. He couldn't think- he didn't know what to do, so he ran to all that he had left: Coldstar. **-- Marshfang**

(W-O-W)-Willow

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