Be brave. Mother's voice whispers in my head. You will go through terrible things but it will all work out in the end. You will be frightened, confused and in the worst pain imaginable. But you can do it, Evening. Be brave
Mother said that to me the day before the people in white pelts took me away. I was frightened, confused and in pain, but those words kept me going. I am brave, I just have to keep telling myself that. Even if I am trapped in this new place with large grey structures than almost touched the ground. I don't know where the word came to me from but I know that this is a city. How I know this, I am not sure.
The grey pavement is cracked with leafy plants bursting out of it. This place has been abandoned for some time. The wild is beginning to reclaim it.
There is a mingled scent of plant and death, though I see nothing dead. I see nothing alive either. I am alone in this place but even so, I feel eyes watching me. Am I paranoid? Probably.
I keep walking until the sun is out of sight, lost behind the structures. It is not yet nightfall but dusk is falling. I am tired but still I wander through this silent, empty place. I can't help but wonder what happened to it. Cars lay, strewn about on the black roads where they got left. Why? What made everyone flee? There is a mystery here, I can tell.
How long I walk for, I don't know, but night steadily covers the city like a black blanket. The area has an eerie feeling now that the daylight has left. Will it be back? Fear pricks my heart. Am I meant to wander this place in darkness..forever?
Without warning, the world distorts and the sky falls down on me. I crash to the ground, the world a blurry mess of grey and green. Where am I? What am I doing here?
"Mother!" I cry out, my voice a strangled yowl of terror. "Save me!"
Then everything goes black.
"..never seen anything like it." The voice fades in as I regain consciousness. My eyes open slowly as I look around, my eyes fixing on two cats staring down at me. They are talking to each other. I don't think that they know I am awake.
"It must be only two or three moons." One, a fluffy tortoiseshell with the fluffiest tail I've ever seen, meows.
"Wonder why it's all alone." A grey and white tabby muses. Then his gaze turns to me. "Oh, Mottledtail, It's awake."
"Really?" The cat, Mottledtail, looks at me.
Fearful, I struggle to a sitting position and gaze upwards. I make no sound, looking at them with terrified eyes.
"Don't be scared. We are here to help you." The grey and white tabby cat says, trying to comfort me, it seems. It isn't looking quite at me though. It is staring at my pelt. I look at my paws. Oh yeah, I'd forgotten that they were red. I have a brief flashback of when my fur finally grew back. I was trying to rip it out? Why? My memory is hazy and I remember little to nothing. Why? What happened? Am I dead? I can't be dead. I can kind of remember walking in this..city, I think it's called.
"What happened?" I ask, my voice a mere whisper. "Who are you?"
"I am Greyshard." The grey and white tabby meows.
"And I'm Mottledtail." Mottledtail informs me. "Who are you?"
I don't know who I am. My name had something to do with the day. Was I called Day? No. Um, Afternoon? No. Evening? Yes! That was it. I'm Evening. But first, I want to know what happens before I tell them my name.
"What happened?" I repeat.
"I'm not sure. We were scouting and heard you screeching. You were on the ground..having a fit or something." Mottledtail tells me.
Having a fit? Why was I having a fit? If I try hard, I remember the world suddenly collapsing on me. Why would I be having a fit if the sky was falling on me? The cats make no sense.
"Anyway, who are you?" Greyshard asks me.
"Evening." I tell them, a hint of pride in my voice. I remember that now. I am Evening.
"Why would a red cat be called Evening?" I only just hear Mottledtail mutter to Greyshard.
"She can hear you." Greyshard gestures to me as I watch them with more curiosity than terror.
Mottledtail doesn't seem that embarrassed about me hearing her. "Right, let's take you back to CityClan. Hopefully Crackedstar accepts you in."
"He can't turn down a helpless little kit."
What's a CityClan and who's Crackedstar? I ask silent questions as I follow, obediently.
Right, this story is turning out to be different than I planned. I need OCs for CityClan. Here is the allegiances and what needs filling up.
Leader-Crackedstar-A dark grey tom with almost black tabby swirls and green eyes
Deputy-Blisterfang-A tall, black tom with missing patches of fur and raw-looking pink patches, green eyes
Medicine Cat-Open
Warriors
Mottledtail-A tortoiseshell she cat with a fluffy tail and green eyes
Greyshard-A grey and white tabby tom with amber eyes
Mossflower-A light brown she-cat with darker tabby stripes and blue eyes
5 open spaces
Apprentices
Mildewpaw-A white tom with grey patches and green eyes
Moldpaw-A dark grey she-cat with green eyes
1 open space
Queens
Pathrunner-A black she-cat with green eyes
(Mother to Stormkit-A silver tabby tom with blue eyes, and adopted mother to Eveningkit-Red she-cat with green eyes)
Honeyfall-A golden she-cat with white paws and amber eyes.
(Mother to Torrentkit-A gray tomcat with icy blue eyes and a white underbelly, chest, and paws, Leopardkit-A golden she-cat with large, unusual black spots, amber eyes and unusually long claws and Archedkit-A small, black she-cat with long legs and a dark almost black eye, the left side of her face is scarred, the eye is gone, and the ear is torn)
Elders
Two open spaces
Rogues and Loners
Spirit-A white she-cat with a black face-mask, paws ears, tail tip and amber eyes
Unlimited spaces but not too many, please
This is the preferred form that I'd like you to copy.
Name-
Age-
Rank-
Appearance-
Personality-
(Optional)Mate-
(Optional)Kits-
Family-
(Optional)Other
(Optional)Backstory