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Post by Owlmoon on Mar 19, 2017 17:31:16 GMT -5
Cool!
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on May 8, 2017 1:47:27 GMT -5
My, my. I really should write another short for this. Possibly a Feline War one. If anyone has a request of a POV or time period, please shout!
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on May 22, 2017 18:18:26 GMT -5
Putting up a poll now. Please vote everyone!
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on May 24, 2017 2:29:54 GMT -5
Character analysis. From Dingo's character building prompts.
Spoilers for Poisoning the Sea.
Will C. Morgen (Fan fic version)
POV: cat of Seaside She was a cat one shade lighter than a shadow. She was someone we remembered in the 'before' and the 'after'. Before, in those four days that she was in our town, she was the loner. She had a nice enough mate and good enough sisters. She wasn't one that would have been picked out of a crowd. Then there was the After. Afterwards, she was described a demon. A green eyed... or was it purple eyed, demon. She was seen as the icy snowstorm she died in, the cliff she fell from as a warning to kits. She was a cunning snake with a voice that could convince you of almost anything. I hate here. Why? What she had done, by many, might be considered a gift. If it had been something so light. But some fear the agelessness, the lack of hunger or pain, the need only to sleep to pass the time. Most of us fear the shadows. She's in the shadows. She is insanity. She is mixed blood, the only sickness that is worse than death. That brings insanity to...to.. to our kind.
POV: Percival I...I was her mate. I am still her best friend. Our relationship is complicated. She is a cat whose heart is surrounded by ice, but I don't think it's frozen. No, what I mean is that her heart is constantly hurt by the ice that is sticking into it. Cats around her will melt it, if just for a little. I thought I could be the one who would melt it forever, but I was wrong. Will... has problems. Every cat does. But I think that her body couldn't handle what she had to deal with without become more. At this point, I think Marick and Oliva can't exist inside Will anymore. They are three completely different beings...for now. Will, without them, is a little saner, a little safer, a little kinder. Yet, sh still fights herself. Marick is her light and Oliva her dark, without them she is only the cracking ice. One wrong pawstep and others will be hurt. I think that's why she created the Poison. I think that's why she changed Seaside. She want enemies. Enemies she can see. She knows that she can't fight herself forever. And she knows that whatever plan she makes to fix everything will always be undermined by herself. Oliva has grown to love and Marick to hate. Will has yet to learn either. She is in a consistent circle, from wanting to destroy herself and wanting to save herself. But she wont let anyone near to help her do one or the other. I can't be that cat.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on May 27, 2017 15:52:09 GMT -5
Owlmoon((Mistakes are in the Blood)) What’s the largest mistake you ever made? Was it when you forgot to bring that one piece of prey in from the rain? What about that time you started a fight with the cat that hates you? What’s the largest mistake you think I ever made? My dear friend, I can tell you, that whatever the guess, you are wrong. My greatest mistake was wanting to include another in my life’s mission. It was many years ago when I created my species greatest sickness. That was when I gifted us our own insanity. ❄ “Come with me, Dream!” I said, eyes bright. I leaned into my mate’s side, gazing into his eyes. Dream raised a playful eyebrow. “Excuse me? I think I’ve already seen the Ritual a hundred times. Why would I want to see that boring thing again?” My eyes grew a little more serious. “I’m pretty sure that Tawnysky would want you there. After all, she just made a very important choice and having her family, adopted or otherwise, there will make it easier.” Dream dipped his head. “Of course, I’m coming, feather-brain. I was just joking. You never get my jokes.” I flicked my tail against his nose as I started to walk away, butterflies in my chest. “Make them funny, then.” The grey, one-eyed tom padded after me, slipping through the ferns around the camp. “You seem nervous. Why is that? You’ve done this a thousand times.” “That’s almost an accurate number at this point,” I put in. “What with me being immortal.” But I turned to look back at him and frowned a little. “I’m just nervous because I want to ask you a question.” “What?” Dream asked, skipping a few pawsteps ahead to catch up with my long tail. I had always moved faster than him and he always looked half amused that he had to keep up. I took a deep breath, face flushing a little. “Can you preform the Ritual with me tonight?” The words came out in a rush. This was a serious thing. The Ritual meant that you were accepting my burden. Immortality. All the gifts and curses. It also meant that you would forever be part of my family. My group. Mine and Dream’s. My mate and deputy looked a little surprised at my words. He knew that no one other than I had ever uttered the words that would change you. The gray tom opened his mouth, shocked that I had asked him. Why? He was my mate. Weren’t we supposed to share everything, even leadership abilities? “Are you sure Tawnysky won’t mind?” his voice hinted that he only had her feelings in mind. My answer didn’t even need to be thought out. “She’ll be fine with it.” She’d been with us two years. We had taken her in from a faraway clan at six moons. She had wanted a clan name and we had given her one. Now she wanted to become part of my ‘clan’. A member forever. I turned back and walked into camp, my long tabby fur bushed up in expectation. Dream padded up again, and this time he was the one to bump my side. “It will be fine,” he whispered to me. “It’s just like those clans making apprentices.” Wrong. I thought. He was just saying that to reassure me. This, what I was doing, was called the Giving of the Gift, the Ritual. I always got nervous. What if the cat regretted the choice they had made? There was no going back. I had to be very sure that I saw that they didn’t really want this. If I made a mistake, then it would be forever. A couple of cats looked my way. Glow gave me a smile that showed he was on my team. He was silently wishing me well and I noticed that his eyes were drawn to my fluffed-up fur. He winked at me, mouthing ‘Tawny will be fine.’ I gave him a smile in return, grateful that he knew his friend so well. My mouth was dry as I stepped out of camp again, Dream still following me. We traveled up the tumbled stones that lead to the Ritual site. Tawnysky was already waiting at the top. She sat, her brown pelt flecked with black blending in with the stone she was sitting on. She looked over at me when she saw me approach, ears raising as she watched me climb the rocks. It wasn’t until I’d climbed onto the rock just above hers that I noticed that she had already found the rock prepared for the Ritual. Claw marks covered the rock, in patterns not even I knew the origin of. Dream took up a position on a rock just below Tawnysky’s. His face was one of consideration as he tried to remember the words I would use. “Are you ready?” I asked Tawnysky, looking her in the eye. The she-cat’s gaze didn’t move from mine and she slowly nodded her head. “Yes, Rattlesnake. As much as I can be.” That wasn’t a statement of hesitation, I noted. It was half with amusement, as if she was joking, and I gave her a swift smile. Her eyes showed a little concern in them, because I think it was directed at me and I wondered if every cat in my clan knew how seriously I took this. Enough so that they worried for me. I really needed to work on my acting. “What do I do?” she asked, after a couple more seconds of hesitation. I looked over at Dream, wanting to include him. My mate gave a surprised sort of cough and then answered Tawnysky. “You just move to the center of the rock. Rattle- I mean we’ll take it from there.” I nodded my head. The words came easily to my mouth, like they were made to be spoken by me. “Hanc potestatis tibi transfero quasi gentis mei sitis.” I waited, letting Dream cut in. He looked up at me, then added his own voice. His eyes sparked, like he could feel how important this was. Tawnysky, on her rock, had closed her eyes. She was biting her lip, I noticed. “Hoc donum et anathema tibi transfero ut onus meum conmunices. Laborem et dolorem tuum accipio ut meum accipias,” Dream continued, leaving the last sentence for me. However, as I opened my mouth, a hiss of pain came from Tawnysky. I looked at her, worry in my voice as I spoke the last words. I… I didn’t know what was wrong, but couldn’t leave things half finished. That almost seemed… worse. Like it would break something. Maybe Tawnsky herself. “Quis alicui accidet omni et mei mortuo potestas mea eristis.” What happens to one happens to all and upon my death you shall be my power. As the last words left my lips, that was when it all happened. Tawnysky began to shake, her eyes flying open. Garbled words escaped her lips. “Hu-hu-hurts.” No, I thought, claws digging into the rock as I leaned forward. No, no, no. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Pain was not part of the process. Dream had already leaped off his rock and was at Tawnysky’s side at once. He licked her ear, trying to calm her. But she was shaking like a leaf, eyes wild. I leapt off the rock I was on as well, trying to balance myself beside the two other cats. I didn’t know what to do. I wasn’t even sure what had gone wrong. Blood leaked from the corner of Tawnysky’s mouth. I could smell it. I think she had bitten her tongue. Dream looked over at me, eyes wide. Our brains were both numb, because even I couldn’t think of what to do. It took another full second of Tawnysky shaking against my side before I gasped the name I wanted. “Newsong! Get Newsong!” Dream understood at once, bless him, and was off running to camp again. I pressed my body again Tawnysky, taking over the licking of her ears. “It will be alright,” I said, over and over, until I knew it was a lie. Nothing was right. I could almost sense what was happening to her. The power I had been gifting her, and I spat the word inside my head, was warring with the power that Dream had given. A sickness within her very power. Her spirit. I closed my eyes. There would be nothing that Newsong would be able to do, though he would try everything he could. This wasn’t something you would be able to fix with herbs. Tawnysky’s shaking was slowly fading and her dead eyes were looking up at me. Her mouth opened, and another trickle of blood escaped the edges. “What’s happening?” she moaned. I leaned into her shoulder, suddenly wishing to any powers that would listen that I could act. That I could lie with a silver tongue. She would see through whatever I said, I knew. So, all I did was kept her close. I held her close as the remaining light faded from her eyes and the shaking grew again. I didn’t know what I had created. I didn’t know what I had done. Why I had made this great mistake simply by wanting another to share in this moment. This moment that I had thought was special. That it was something that I could give. Everyone creates their own undoing. I am immortal and Tawnysky will be immortal. But if one cannot die, then one may just as easily go insane. It had just happened sooner to this poor warrior. Years and years before it should have. Sickness. I had created a sickness. Our powers come from blood. The blood of a family woven together by this Ritual. If one or more of use preform the Ritual, it mixes our powers. Mixed. I created Mixed Blood. Oh, stars, what have I done? What have I done to you, Tawnysky? ------------------------------------- Latin translation by ~Sapphire~
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Post by Owlmoon on May 27, 2017 20:08:56 GMT -5
It's--whoa!
- Owlmoon
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on May 27, 2017 20:21:44 GMT -5
Whoa? Good whoa or bad whoa? o.o
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Post by Owlmoon on May 27, 2017 20:25:15 GMT -5
It's intense! A.k.a. GREAT!
- Owlmoon
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on May 27, 2017 20:32:29 GMT -5
Heh, thanks! I've been wanting to deal with the origin of Mixed Blood for ages. Still, I have a long way to go before all the important holes are filled in for this story. Hopefully Three of Hearts will fill a lot of Snake's Rising in. And the next few pages I have planned for Poisoning the Sea will deal with the Feline War.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jun 19, 2017 2:15:44 GMT -5
As requested, Poisoning the Sea was updated. I suggest you go to Comics if you wish to read said updates, as I still have to catch up on updating it here. ^^'
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 11, 2017 18:08:38 GMT -5
Hey look! And update! Well, I actually just posted the three stories posted here: wcrpforums.com/thread/38413/mints-bbc-entries on the front page. That's one story for Feline War and two for New Era.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 11, 2017 18:08:54 GMT -5
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jul 30, 2017 20:39:55 GMT -5
Well, I've almost finished the BBC contest! That mean the Feline War section is almost complete.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 1, 2017 13:14:54 GMT -5
Update! In every section. Thank you Tuesday for giving me the excuse to write so much. ;D
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 1, 2017 13:23:41 GMT -5
Boy.... I've been fixing the formatting and vaguely rereading the old stuff. I have so many plot holes to fix. @.@
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 1, 2017 13:24:22 GMT -5
Owlmoon, there's about a dozen new stories up.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 15, 2017 12:19:27 GMT -5
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Sept 22, 2017 2:35:31 GMT -5
No new stories yet, but I'd love to hear feedback about what puzzle piece of the story I should fill in next.
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Asexual
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do you walk in the valley of kings? do you walk in the shadow of men who sold their lives to dream?
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Post by ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ on Sept 24, 2017 15:31:53 GMT -5
never let it be said that i don't finish things. i take my time, but things get finished. that being said, here is your review for winning second place in the beach bash fic clash! ★★★/★★★★★ The Game, an exploration of the Paranormal World crafted by mintedstar/fur🦇, is a prime example of fanfiction bursting with potential. It weaves together many stories and many lives in a complex web, outlining the travesties and travails of years spent in fervent battle; tales from both sides of such battle are brought to life, and there is no clear answer as to who is in the right. Adding to its diverse framework are snippets of poetry and character interviews, placed between short stories in order to round out the world at hand. However, while the loose and varied framework helps to create a dream-like state to guide the reader through the war, it sometimes loses its focus completely, becoming difficult to follow through any one time frame, and to discern the significance of shifts in point of view. Additionally, many of the stories appear unedited, or sparsely edited, with regular tense shifts, first to third person shifts, spelling mistakes, or sentences that suffer from confusing construction. Time spent editing thoroughly would remedy a fair number of these issues, and the confusion of allegiances to the Normals or Paranormals, plus exactly what those terms encompass, could be alleviated with more thorough descriptions and examples of what such cats can and cannot do as a rule. For those with the patience to decipher moments of confusion that stem from struggling structure, The Game is a fascinating read with a host of curious perspectives, each loaded down with personal stakes and heavy histories. The characters in particular drive the narrative forward with their choices, acting in full proactive force rather than passively responding to the troubles at hand, and the tangled web of relations creates fascinating, compelling motives that lie under a murky haze, lest anyone see through them too soon. Anyone with an interest in mintedstar/fur🦇's series should promptly add this to their reading list in order to gain a deeper appreciation for the world.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Sept 24, 2017 16:01:29 GMT -5
*claps* Better than I expected! Yes, I would take so many points out for editing (lack thereof XP ). Biggest problem I have with it, is that it's written over the span of almost four years. Where in the beginning stories, I had a over-used plan for everything, as I adapted the story and expanded it, it started to...uh... break the older stories, making them closer to weak drafts at best thanks to the plot.
And yeah, the shifting tenses, spelling/grammar errors, and other problems should be a priority, but I seem to just want to write another story before I want to edit. @.@
As for the review as a whole, thank you so much, as it not only was beautifully written, but also gave me ideas on what I need to flesh out and change in future! Thank you very much, Tuesday!
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Sept 24, 2017 17:04:09 GMT -5
New info:
Gifted/later Paranormals: The Gifted are cats that went through a ceremony (performed by Rattlesnake or another in his group) that altered their chemical make-up, changing them into something close to what Rattlesnake is. The only way for a Gifted cat to ‘reproduce’ is through this ceremony, as when they are changed, they become barren or unable to have off-spring. This is done through the transfer of ‘power’, where a fragment of one individual’s abilities is transformed into the non-Gifted cat, changing their make-up into that of a Gifted. There are exceptions to the ‘one’ individual statement. See Powered Cats or Mixed Blood. Gifted cats do not need to eat as often as non-Gifted, they are stronger, faster, and harder to kill by physical attack. They become frozen at the age that they were Gifted. However, they are not immune to sickness. As they grow older, they become stronger and more resistant to all the above, until they reach the stage where they can only be killed by some great force, like a landslide falling on top of them, or having their body completely destroyed. Apart from being resistant to physical attacks, there are no other perks to this ability. That is, unless you were a Powered Cat or became a Mixed Blood one.
Not Gifted/ Later Normals: Your classic normal cat.
‘Born’ Gifted/Mixed Blood: Two interchangeable terms until it was found out that Mixed Blood was more common than ‘Born’ Gifted. Born Gifted used to only apply to the few cats (like Will C. Morgen) who were actually born to a Gifted cat (see ‘Gifted’ to understand why this shouldn’t happen). Born Gifted cats only turn up when the female is pregnant (must be several moons into the pregnancy) when she is turned into a Gifted, thus the Gift is also given to the unborn kits. The functions, however, are as follows. The cat who changed the female gives a fragment of their power to the female and the kits, but by growing within the female, they also receive a fragment of her new power. This means they become exactly the same as a Mixed Blood cat, only they were like that since birth. Born Gifted cats grow up until they are into adult-hood, before they become frozen at that age. If they live that long. Mixed Blood cats (and with the same effect, Born Gifted) are cats who had two fragments of power shoved into them by two or more Gifted cats. Power fragments are as unique as a thumbprint, and when given to a new cat, shifts and changes a little. When two fragments are given, they overlay and react to each other. In a sense, that power is constantly at war and fighting, keeping a precarious balance between the two. If one power fragment becomes dominant over the other, the Mixed Blood cat will become both mentally and physically unstable and become unpredictable. This is an incurable ‘disease’ that only effects the Gifted. Side effects include one or more mutations in either the bodies mental or physical being. Cats may manifest powers or some sort of physical mutation, like wings or flippers. See Powered Cats for further explanation.
Powered Cats/Later the distinction between them and Mixed Blood became nonexistent: Cats with powers are common within Rattlesnake’s group. There are no common factors between them other than they have some sort of ability out of the ordinary. However, when changed into a Gifted, their powers will slowly function as a power fragment, changing them into a Mixed Blood cat. Their power will fight with the power fragment before it mutates and gives the Gifted Powered Cat an additional mutation (either another power or some physical anomaly).
Winged Cats/ Later the distinction between them and Mixed Blood became nonexistent, as the original ‘Winged Cats’ disappeared around the time of the Feline War: Cats with wings. If changed into a Gifted, they are perfectly normal, and will not get Mixed Blood. These, however, were rare in Rattlesnake’s group as they would not be easy to pass off as a normal cat.
Immortal Cat: Only Rattlesnake falls into this category. He is the original Gifted cat, but is not within the same group as them. He can shapeshift into anything that is close to his size, create small orbs of light (low light, hardly useful), and knows the words to change some cat into a Gifted. He cannot be killed, under any situation, as his body heals almost at once after damage is dealt and sickness doesn’t affect him at all.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Sept 24, 2017 20:39:24 GMT -5
Yeah, good idea. It also might be easier to tackle when I'm in college than flat out writing something else would be.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Sept 29, 2017 0:49:45 GMT -5
Someone wanted world building... I gave em worldbuilding:
Sure! This is for my series "The Game".
New info:
The story of the Game takes place across over sixty years. Within the first 20 or so, we see the stories from the eyes of two budding groups. One is the clans we all know and love, and the other is a group of rogues, made up much like a clan is (though twice as large). The whole story, from beginning to end, it told in the style of 'there are not bad guys in this, merely cats making bad choices'. So, in one story ('chapter') me might have the cats of one group demonized in the other groups eyes, but when we switch points of view, we learn the motives of that other group. Within the first series, or set of stories, our prominent characters are Rattlesnake, leader of the rogues, who later becomes this 'big, evil cat. As worse as Tigerstar' type character in the eyes of the clans, but we get to watch and grow as a character in his own group. When I was originally adapting the series, I wanted a character that was as evil as Tigerstar. But when I was writing the stories from Rattlesnake's group POV, I needed more cats (and my muse was dead), so I started RPing Rattlesnake in kit adoption centers to get more characters for the stories. He stopped being a 2D character from there. From there, he was a leader, trying to do what was best for his family and in the process, he made great and terrible mistakes that plunged the clans and his group into a war. Another cat that is featured are the cats in WindClan, most notably Greenfern, as well as her ThunderClan mate, Adderfang. The next ten years, or the second series, takes place in the Feline War. A war between Rattlesnake's group and the clans. Where Rattlesnake's characters are more powerful when pitted one-on-one with a normal clan cat (cause they have supernatural powers) they are small in numbers compared to the clan. And the biggest thing going against Rattlesnake's cats? They can't reproduce. Where the war starts off with Rattlesnake's group winning, it soon turns into a slaughter. The characters that are most prominent here are the newly renamed Greenfern (Becoming Clarisa), Claire, and Adderfang. Once the war ends, were left in a new territory (I'll explain it below), where the clan cats are left. To be noted, ten years have past, with them fighting here. Many of them don't want to return, as they've settled here. So, thus, begins Seaside. Forty years later, the Paranormals of Rattlesnake's are thought to be extinct. Until some of them start to come out of hiding. Much of this story features Will C. Morgen, Rattlesnake's adopted daughter, Oliva, Marick, Jo Pree, Greenfern, and the reast of the Council of Twelve. Will C. Morgen not only is the first Paranormal to return to a group of cats who only remember that long ago war in kit stories, she's also the one to break the peace. She uses the old ritual to turn a normal cat into a Paranormal on almost the entire adult population of Seaside. Thus, they pretty much all hate her. Tension between cats who stand beside Will and those who don't grow, until Will 'dies'. Fast forward three years. Cats, both normal and paranormal, are living side by side. Then Will returns, along with a sickness, nicknamed 'the Poison'. It only effects Paranormals. Jo Pree, apprentice to Seaside's leader, becomes our little detective, trying to unravel 60 years of buried secrets. Because the cure lies in one of the most base Paranormal codes. It lies in the ritual that turns a normal to paranormal. 'What happens to one, happens to all.'
Seaside is in a post-apocalyptic town. Twolegs are distant memories and the cats live in the crumbling dens they've left behind. The town stretches from an old twoleg road to the cliff-side. The old road runs from deep in the forest, then onto the grass covered lands beyond, and on into the distance. The forests are simple ones. Oaks, aspens, the rare pine. The only thing interesting that ever happened in them is that there is at least one entrance to an underground tunnel system, Will used to meet with Oliva and Marick there, and one very stormy, rain drenched night, she went completely mad at the edge of the trees and changed a bunch of complete strangers into almost immortal beings. A river runs through it, out into the outskirts of the town, before dipping around and heading out to run into the sea. The river is the main source of water. It runs into the tunnels only once, and this end of the tunnels is completely inaccessible. Seaside is a collection of about 40 buildings. A long time ago, it was a quiet town, hardly visited. This was mostly because it isn't good for seaside visitors. The cliffs are too dangerous. All these buildings are pretty warn down. All in all, a group of two or more cats will claim a room as their den. They share it with their denmate (or sometimes mate and family). There's one three story building in the whole town that hadn't completely collapsed, and that would be where the Council of Twelve meet (they're the twelve leaders of Seaside. Each are in charge of a certain job or office. For example, of member is in charge of Hunting and Information. i.e, if the Council needs to make an announcement, he makes sure everyone knows and he also makes sure that cats get food in leafbare). Every normal cat is given a denmate, unless they personally requested another normal one. There are still more Paranormal cats than normal, so it isn't uncommon for Paranormals to be denmates. Cats either hunt on the grass hillsides, or in the forest. The rare cats who want to fish, hunt in the bay, picking there way down a skinny path when the water is far away from the cliff-side. From there, you can't see it, but up on the cliffs, there is an entrance to the tunnel systems. This was one that was warn into it, long ago, by the waves. During the war, it was hollowed out further, as the Paranormals used it as there base. They'd try to attack through the tunnels. They are very complicated pathways. One leads into the forest, where, it collapsed inward. It was very wide and large, several dozen feet downwards. Over the years, it was invaded by trailing moss and even a couple of trees took root and started to grow, until their branches covered the opening, making it look like a group of bushes. Marick, years later, would use this to store her herbs and other materials, as it became quiet the underground paradise. That's basically the geography of the place.
I actually have a field-guide of sorts for the topic.
Folklore: No folklore was developed before the feline war, but after that, we start to get stories of the demonized paranormals. They are the shadows that will eat you in the night. It's said that the dark forest gave their leader evil power (uh, which is mildly true, I guess?) and that he will steal your soul. He can take any shape (true, as long as it's the same size as him), break any bond (not true, and Island Prison can't be used against me. He really can be imprisoned just fine, thank you), and that he can convince you of anything (his pity story is impressive...). Rattlesnake became a sort of living evil to the clans, after so few of the warriors that left in the war never returned. It was all placed on Rattlesnake's shoulders and he became the story in nightmares. So much so, that his name stopped referring to a cat, and instead, a giant snake. As for folklore during the Feline war (which was actually proven true), was that cats of Mixed Blood were cursed. Rumors that slowly were confirmed as facts started that, when under stress, 'those paranormals with the odd powers' would become demons and turn on both friend and enemy alike. Which was perfectly true, sadly.
The age of Rattlesnake's characters were based on when they were adopted in the kit centers or when they were generated by kit slotmachines. I think Dreadmoon was one of the oldest, since she (she was a she then. I changed it up a little as I started to think up plot. They are actually Rattlesnake's third or so in command, once again, thanks to age, and they are genderfluid) was created before the story was. I simply searched up all my old kit, and then gave them warrior names. Thanks to June's Pride Month challenge of drawing all of the LGBTQ+ characters in Rattlesnake's group (the ones that fit in the space given. Give me some leeway.) I became very attached to Dreadmoon and Saltfeather. Which was why they got a little screentime (Saltfeather did, Dreadmoon will get their time) in one of the short stories.
Rattlesnake, who's old powers included shape-shifting into things larger than he was, once spent a couple dozen years as a human. When he was forced back into cat shape, he liked the idea of accepting cats into his group that others had 'thrown out'. It's like this: Dreadmoon's a grumpy pants, who's always pessimistic. Cats can't stand them usually. Newsong can control other cats blood and he was once told to kill a cat, and was thrown out when he wouldn't. Saltfeather was always the calm and collected one, but got tossed from cat to cat, being manipulated because of his kindness. Dream with his missing eye(though that never bothered him.) Inkeyes with his constant headaches, shivering, muttering, and everyone thinking he's insane. Batpelt and her odd..quirks... All in all, they are a rag-tag band, but Rattlesnake really does think of every last one of them as his family.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 23, 2017 19:29:55 GMT -5
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Nov 22, 2017 12:20:11 GMT -5
Anyone think I should restart the poll?
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Dec 15, 2017 0:39:58 GMT -5
Update! OwlmoonI wrote this for Swiftfalcon's one-shot challenge. ----------- They last day in the swamp. Dreadmoon padded forward, black fur slicked back against his skin, wet with the muddy water that seemed to be the only common feature in this place. His foot sank into another puddle as he tried to navigate the patches of grass and peat moss that hung on - the only islands in this place. “It’s dark out here,” noted Saltfeather as the thin legged tom padded after the black tom. “It’s supposed to be, you dummy,” said Dreadmoon with a sigh. “The trees grow thick if they have a good source of water. Haven’t your paws gotten wet enough for you to figure that there is water here?” Saltfeather ignored the snappy nature of his group-mate. Instead he just sniffed the air, one of his blue-gray paws shaking back and forth as he scattered drops of water every-which-way. “Are we going to continue to try and hunt or should we just head back.” Another cat trailed behind Saltfeather, her tawny fur sticking up with discomfort. “Water, water, water,” she muttered under her breath every time she sat down her paw. She looked up hopefully at Saltfeather’s words, but Dreadmoon quickly shot that down. “No. Rattlesnake and the others expect us to bring back food. We all still need to eat, whether we leave tomorrow or not. Especially if we leave tomorrow.” “We are more likely to catch fresh prey on the move,” countered Saltfeather. “So, would it not be better to count our losses and get out of this cold water?” “And you, named for the sea and everything,” scoffed Dreadmoon. “Can we please go back?” chimed in the tawny she-cat, eyes sparking. Her young body was limber, but even she seemed worn after trekking through the swamp. Dreadmoon cast her a look and huffed. “We can catch something on the way back. Do you hear me?” Saltfeather and the tawny she-cat nodded their heads and Dreadmoon knew that the she-cat, Tawnyfur, would agree to anything at this point. Saltfeather was probably just thinking about what she wanted anyway. Him, caring about others more than himself. This annoyed Dreadmoon for some reason. The black tom altered his course, turning to the right and hopped from grassy outlet to grassy outlet. Saltfeather just trekked through the water, his shorter fur not seeming to retain it as easily. Tawnyfur padded forward like a snake was going to jump out of the water and bite her on her dainty nose. Dreadmoon snorted at the mental image. Once again, he scented the air, this time catching the scent of a frog just as he wanted to. Sloshing through the water after one of the creatures that was always easy prey. He twitched his ear, telling the others using body language that he’d found something to catch. Saltfeather paused and waited. Tawnyfur missed the signal to begin with, to busy shaking out muddy brown water from a white paw. Saltfeather coughed and she finally stopped, looking up and blinked at him. She remained still as Dreadmoon stalked forward, slipping through the muddy ground and water with much more ease than he’d first hinted at being capable of. The small, brown body of the frog wasn’t easy to pick out, but the black tom finally saw it when it blinked its eyes. Tail tip twitching, he paused, hunkering further down and bunching the muscles in his hunches. He leaped forward, mud spraying out around him as he landed, claws sinking into the frog and bring his mouth to it to deliver a killing bite. His back paws had almost slipped out from under him at the last second. Shaking his fur out once again and turning around with the frog in his mouth, he blinked at Saltfeather. It was now up to him to do the hunting, along with Tawnyfur. But honestly, Dreadmoon didn’t expect much from her. She was far more suited to hunting in the forests. Saltfeather sniffed the air, shaking his head. “Can’t smell anything over the swamp water.” Dreadmoon shrugged and then turned, walking back in the direction of where Rattlesnake had taken up camp. Behind him, he suddenly heard a yelp and he turned to look. Tawnyfur had lost her foots, legs slipping down a small rise. She was sprawled out, brown mud up and down her haunches and a slightly panicked look on her face. Saltfeather looked ahead, chuckling. “You whipped-out,” he muttered. He took a few steps to follow after her, pawsteps careful so as not to slip. “Oh, ho, ho,” said Tawnyfur, picking herself up. Saltfeather, walking forward, was too busy watching his paws instead of Tawnyfur. Her long tail flicked into his face and he stumbled, loosing his balance in the same mud that she had. Dreadmoon watched them, eyes completely blank. Finally, he said around his mouth. “I’m the only one who isn’t going to look like a mud monster.” Both of the cats slowly turned their heads to him and Dreadmoon got what they were both thinking. “Oooooh no. Goodbye.” And he turned on his heels, running back to camp easily while the other two chased after him, slipping and sliding.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Jan 10, 2018 12:17:51 GMT -5
insert witty comment here
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