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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jul 11, 2017 19:30:10 GMT -5
➤ Rain, Rainy, Rainers | ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 What Clan would you like to run or help with? I want my Thundercats. Prior experiences? I have a lot of muse and that gets me in trouble because I usually always have something in the works. Timezone & Schedule: I'm Central and like Feathz, on and off everyday. Role-play Sample: Padding back into the camp, Thrushwing held his prizes from a solo hunt in his jaws. It was still leafbare, but in a moon's time, the warm breezes of new-leaf should roll through. His muscles rippled as she walked to the freshkill pile, which had just began to grow in size. Placing his mouse and vole on top, his green eyes scanned for Lionfang. They would need to patrol the borders soon, and the ginger warrior was assigned to the same patrol Thrushwing was in. The gray warrior admired the tom, as he thought Lionfang was a brilliant warrior. "Hmm, where is he?" the gray tabby pondered as he surveyed the camp. Ideas for the plots? ThunderClan's current leader is elderly and their mind is cloudy, often making poor judgement. They are quick to anger and have only two lives left. Their daughter is the medicine cat of the Clan and has been secretly meeting with SkyClan's leader. One day, she travels to tell him the news of her pregnancy and her parent follows. After discovering the truth, the ThunderClan leader attacks SkyClan's leader but is easily defeated. The ThunderClan deputy had also followed, devoting the past several moons to watching over the elderly leader. Unfortunately, his leader spots him and orders for him to fight in their place, to punish fiend that broke the code and ruined his daughter's life. After hesitating, the leader threatens severe punishments and reminds their deputy of code. Being forced to obey, the deputy attacked SkyClan's leader and kills him in the act. While he is partially at fault, SkyClan had been weakened from the journey and their leader had very lives left despite not being too old. This leaves SkyClan without a leader or deputy, as they had been focused on settling down. ThunderClan's leader dumps the body in a stream and has the small patrol head back home. To cover for the medicine cat and to atone for his sin of murder, the deputy vows he will act as a father to the kits. Of course, this doesn't sit well with the medicine cat. ThunderClan's leader grows worse with poor judgement. In the war between WindClan and SkyClan, they side with WindClan and end up being offered for attack. SkyClan may have it rough now, but ThunderClan has their own turmoils to go through. Regarding ThunderClan's poor leadership, everyone has to be careful around their leader, as they act similarly to Onestar.
I was also thinking that each Clan would have cats volunteer to move to SkyClan to help swell the ranks.
What is something you really want to bring to this role-play? I have voiced this in the page. ;3;
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jul 11, 2017 19:32:30 GMT -5
-has a legit question- -friends mock me with chickens, owls, and shia ledoit- ;3; Everyone's forms look good at this point.
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 11, 2017 19:33:17 GMT -5
SHIA LEDOIT-- xDDDDD
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 11, 2017 19:33:20 GMT -5
oops /owo\
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Post by Sand on Jul 11, 2017 19:34:05 GMT -5
"Ledoit" xD
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Post by dou on Jul 11, 2017 19:37:27 GMT -5
➤ Duo, Lem, Lemmy | dou What Clan would you like to run or help with? I'm fine with any of them; I'll decide some other time. Prior experiences? A LOT of the original four, working on one with crossie atm Timezone & Schedule: EDT. I'm on generally every day, and will work on this whenever I have time. Plus, next year I'm being homeschooled. Role-play Sample: joshua michaels lee It was fairly early in the morning. The sun hardly up. The tall man was already awake- or still awake, as the case may be. Joshua sat in the bed he claimed as his own, his knees held to his chest as tears streamed down his face. Oh, he had done so wrong in the past months. His sobs were quiet, his eyes slammed shut as he tried to push all of the amazing memories out of his head. Her face always reappeared whenever he thought he was getting better. Whenever he hooked up with Katherine, he was always thinking about her. Her voice. Her hair. Her smile. Her laugh. All he could think about was the most amazing months, years spent with her. Chessa Bellamy. Even the name was music to his ears. Oh the times they had together. Their laughs. Their playfights.
Joshua hadn't gotten over the gorgeous woman. The feeling of her skin against his as they cuddled. What the hell was he thinking, letting such a precious thing slip from between his fingers? Tears continued to stream down his cheeks, his hand now over his mouth to stifle the quiet sobs that escaped from him. What had he resorted to after she had left him? Working out and hookups. That's it. He still kept his bulldog close to him, hugging her whenever he got the chance.
The hours ticked past slowly, Joshua getting more and more tired of the sobbing and feeling sorry for himself. He was awful to the most wonderful thing in his life. And he let that go. Standing at 6'5" and weighing over 200lbs of muscle, and he was sitting on his bed, cradling himself, sobbing. Over a girl that left him. Cell phone in hand, Joshua slowly but surely entered his password, wiping tears away from his eyes so he could see clearly. Pictures of the two still took residence in his gallery, their happiness obvious in their eyes. Until they stopped. The pictures came to an end, each one getting sadder and sadder as he looked. She looked so unhappy. Josh bit his lip, attempting to stop himself from crying out in disbelief. How could he not have noticed all of the signs? How did he just let her live in agony? He pulled up her contact.
Chessy-Wessy.
His nickname for her since before they started dating. Before things got serious. Before the end of it all.. He sniffled softly, counting the amounts of 'I love you's and 'You're perfect's from him. Then from her. There were next to none. He tapped on the text bar, wiping his eyes before letting his thumb glide across the screen.
Chessa, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I was so foolish. Your attention meant everything to me, and the fact that I made everything horrible between us breaks my heart every day. Please give me another chance. I promise I'll never let it get bad again. Please, Chess. One more chance is all that I ask.
Delete. Delete. Delete. Not a single word was sent to her. Not an I love you. Not a you're perfect. It was nothing. Joshua closed his phone and wiped away more tears that managed to fall from his cheeks.
He stood up, glancing at the clock and realizing it was about 8 o'clock. He sniffed and made his way to the bathroom, his eyes closing before he scratched at his head. He turned on the shower and got in, washing away the tears and sorrow that overwhelmed him. Ideas for the plots? Nothing at the moment :>
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Post by December on Jul 11, 2017 19:43:06 GMT -5
➤Dec | December What Clan would you like to run or help with? I'm lowkey attached to ShadowClan, so it would be great if I could stick there? But I'm down to switch it up if you need me elsewhere. Prior experiences? I pinky promise I have almost seven years of experience. Just... none of it is here. If it helps, I'm hoping to change that soon? Timezone & Schedule: Central. I won't have an ~official schedule~ until I start college in the fall (yikes yikes yikes), but for now, I can be on every day for at least a few hours, if not more. Role-play Sample: I'm gonna drop it at the bottom of this post, because I lowkey don't trust myself to insert it here without making your pretty coding look like a walking disaster. Ideas for the plots? I have plenty from the old FourClan thing we were gonna do, but I'm not sure how well they'll translate, if at all. Hmu if you want to hear them, I guess? What is something you really want to bring to this role-play? Angst? Some of that sweet LGBT Representation™? Excessive metaphors? Occasional snark? In all honesty, hopefully meaningful and cool RP interaction, but I can't promise that I've ever been or ever will be either of those things. Dawn came the way that dawn always came: too soon.
Last night, Leopardtail, too, had come in the way she always came: bone-weary, heart practically beating out of her pelt, a scrawny mouse hanging from her fangs like penance. The same war that always waged within her had started up again, and, with the type of exhaustion that could only ever speak to lifetimes of experience, she had quieted it again, curled up in her nest, and let sleep overwhelm her. Now, birds began to cry in the distance, and pink light began to filter into her vision, and Leopardtail rose the way she always rose: like she was fighting against the weight of all of StarClan itself just to get to her paws.
The age-old fears crept back in - that this wasn't sustainable, that she was going to endanger her Clan, that she was sinking further and further from StarClan's light, down deep into a place where no one could find her. She pushed them away with a short breath of a sigh and the knowledge that her Clan was counting on her for stability right now. If she were any other warrior, she could allow herself to slip into the darkness of her thoughts, allow herself to settle back down and drift into slumber again, but as deputy of ShadowClan, there were patrols to call and mouths to feed. She couldn't waste any type moping. She buried the thoughts quietly, in the same shameful place where she catalogued the color of Hollystar's eyes and every note of her scent, and stepped into the sickly light of dawn.
She paused for a moment at the mouth of the den to drink in the world around her. She'd hoped she would feel a change in the wind, a shift in the environment, but instead, a dry, oppressive wave of heat was already bearing down on her, and she knew it would only get worse as the sun climbed above the horizon. The bramble surrounding camp like a cage was beginning to wilt and turn brown, and the pool near camp had long since turned to nothing but dust. Each day, the fresh-kill pile dwindled and dwindled, and, much as she longed to believe differently, she knew it wasn't for lack of diligence; she had practically been working her warriors to the point of collapse these past few moons, but nothing was working. Nothing was working.
She took a deep breath. Panic wouldn't help anyone, she had to remind herself
Not that she was panicking. Leopardtail had stated down enemies three times her size without trembling; she had nearly bled out on more battlefields than she could name; she still carried with her the faint, hazy memories of a kithood spent lying half-delirious in the medicine cat's den, even her own mother certain that StarClan would claim her soon. Point was, she didn't panic.
In lieu of continuing that train of thought, she turned to face the warrior den again. "[name]!" she yowled. "[name]! [name]! Dawn patrol! And don't think you'll get away with anything, because I'll be joining you."
Near the ThunderClan side of the territory, she added silently. There were only so many reminders her heart could take, after all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 11, 2017 20:37:00 GMT -5
okay so this is random but i've got a plot idea for one of the clans if anybody's interested in hearing it o:
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 11, 2017 20:38:00 GMT -5
hit us with your best shot, chicki
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Post by Sand on Jul 11, 2017 20:42:10 GMT -5
Thanks for getting that song stuck in my head, Owl.
Spill the beans, Feaths >;
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 11, 2017 20:42:54 GMT -5
ehehehehehhe
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 11, 2017 20:43:55 GMT -5
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 11, 2017 20:46:04 GMT -5
i'm for both plots and i especially adore the second
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 11, 2017 20:48:17 GMT -5
imo i think the first plot is the best I've come up with in a long time the second is alright ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ glad you like it though <3
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Post by Sand on Jul 11, 2017 20:53:11 GMT -5
Sparkleshine is the perfect name of all time for any placeholder.
I officially fear chickens now; I'm going to need a hideout from them or something ;(.
Anyways, I like the plot too! o: I think it could work for River or Shadow considering that their clans don't have a concrete clan plot, if that makes sense? It'd be up to the person who leads the clan, though.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 11, 2017 20:54:43 GMT -5
Sparkleshine shall rule the forest
awwwno chickens are cool
ohyay<3 I'm kinda hoping to get RiverClan so maybe the plot could work there if possible ;w; but yeah, it's totally up to the person who leads it in the end~
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 11, 2017 21:12:43 GMT -5
awww, why thanks <33
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 11, 2017 21:13:44 GMT -5
sparkleshine for president
Ahhh! Thank you so much, Ink! That's so nice of you! <3
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 11, 2017 21:19:43 GMT -5
long live sparkleshine
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Post by Sand on Jul 11, 2017 23:02:07 GMT -5
Thank you, Ink! -w-
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Jul 12, 2017 8:42:27 GMT -5
➤ athe or crossie | ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » What Clan would you like to run or help with? any clan! i would love to lead and post one, if one is still open. but if not that's okay! Prior experiences? off on the old wcf i ran some clans. uhmmmmmm i have also done the old planning page but we never got to posting rip Timezone & Schedule: central time! im pretty much open all the time now Role-play Sample: down below darlings Ideas for the plots? uhmmmm not 100% sure haha What is something you really want to bring to this role-play? me no but uhmmmmmm not sure once again oops "Lincoln Jackson Tesche! You get over here and give your mother a hug!" the voice rang out through the flat, echoing off the pale beige walls. Raising his head from looking down at his suitcase, he couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto his lips. His mother was a wonderful lady and he couldn't ask for anyone better. She was basically the only one in his life- the only support that he had. Someday, he'd make sure that he'd thank her for everything in his life. Setting his guitar into his case, he slowly got to his feet and stretched out, hearing a few bones crack in his spine. 'Satisfying' he thought, chuckling gently. He walked out of his small room and into the kitchen where he saw the brown-haired lady standing over the stove. The sweet scent of her famous chocolate chip cupcakes wafted through the air. Lincoln took a deep breath, clearing his voice so his mother would turn around. When she did, he was certainly surprised to see tears in her mocha colored eyes. "Mom.." he couldn't choke out more as he ran over and wrapped his arms around the smaller lady. She seemed so frail in his arms. He could feel her arms wrap around himself and he couldn't help but press his face against her shoulder. "You know I'll write to you all the time. It's just for the summer, I'll be back here as soon as fall comes around. I'm starting that new school, remember? I hope it'll go better than the last. I mean, exploding she-demons isn't the best for the last day- right?" he chuckled, trying to get the mood lighter. When he pulled back, he saw a few tears running down his mothers cheeks. "Mom, everything is going to be okay. Maybe I'll learn some new recipes?" he gently wiped away her tears, his smile staying on his lips. He wanted to be strong for her, he wanted to be brave. He was going to miss her more than he ever imagined.
As soon as he got into that taxi, he really understood how much that was. That lady had been the light of his life for the past seventeen years. She was everything to him. She'd been through his girlfriends, breakups, his singing career [ even though that was only just taking off ]. Everything. Leaving her alone.. He wasn't sure how long it was going to last. However, he had too. He was to train and get stronger, maybe take a quest? He'd only found out last summer that he was a demigod, son of the good for nothing Ares. What did he expect? He honestly hated his father for leaving his mom. Ever since then, she'd been.. almost scared to love again. Lincoln was extremely protective of his mother. Sitting in the back of the taxi, his guitar case beside him, he watched out the window. Once they had gotten out of the city traffic, he was just watching the scenery race by. Soon enough, he noticed the familiar strawberry field. "Stop right up by that farmhouse, will ya?" he chuckled, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it to the driver. "Hey, son, is there something around here? You're the third kid I've dropped off at this spot," the cab driver tilted his head. He hoped the mist was working. "My grandparents live up in the woods. I'll walk the rest of the way," he nodded, getting out and walking to the back, grabbing out his suitcase. He smiled and picked it up, heading up the grassy green hill. He knew that beyond that, there was the protective dragon guarding the golden fleece.
Lincoln took a deep breath and walked through the magical barricade, which he was able to do. He was a half-blood, after all. As soon as he got through, he saw the familiar sight of the Big House. It was a wonderful thing to see. His eyes adjusted to seeing the camp director, Chiron. It was different seeing him out of the wheelchair he used when Lincoln had first met him. The centaur had told him that he didn't want to overwhelm him on the first day. It was kind of ironic, since Lincoln had already been overwhelmed. First he ha learned that his father was actually a greek god- specifically the god of war and destruction. Then he figured out he had half-siblings. He didn't want to get into the greek relationships.. they were usually pretty messy. Usually, he kept to himself. When he'd been introduced to his half siblings, he couldn't believe how different yet eerily similar there were to him. They all had a more muscular appearance to them, but all their personalities were about equal. Kill anything that moves was basically their motto. Having had a rough upbringing [ monsters attacking him at different schools didn't help ], Lincoln had grown to rather help than create blood-shed. What was the point of bringin up unnecessary fighting? Last summer, he'd been involved with the war games every summer, and his team was usually the one winning. In fact, his necklace had a wooden bead with the red and blue flags symbolling how much they had won and played the games. He wasn't really expecting bad news or good news at that matter. Lincoln, even after just one summer, was next in line for head counselor. He had no idea that Declan, the ares cabin head counselor, had been missing for three weeks. He had been expected to arrive back to camp a week after he left, Apparently that didn't happen. Lincoln wasn't really expecting the welcome back that he got from his siblings. There were a few hugs from his younger sisters, but most of them started rambling about Declan's disappearance. "Declan's been missing for three weeks, Chiron doesn't know what to do or who to send. He asked Ares, apparently, but our dad said if Declan is his son, he'll find a way to survive," His younger brother, Levi, mumbled. Of course Ares was going to be stubborn about not saving his son. Best father in the world, right? For all that knew, Declan was dead. All that Lincoln could think of was that their head counselor had been taken by monsters or eaten by some. That thought sickened him, but it was entirely possible. Monsters had little to no mercy when it came to killing or kidnapping or eating demigods. They all apparently tasted delicious. Declan had been basically a role-model for Lincoln, so of course this upset him. He knew that his cabin mates would expect him to step up into head counselor role. Was he ready for that? Honestly, Lincoln was unsure. Carefully, he took a deep breath and glanced around at his siblings. "Chiron knows about this, correct?" that was a stupid question- everyone nodded. "Well, I'll go talk to him. I was "second in command" I guess, so am I head counselor..?" he asked warily, watching his sibling, Corey, nod. "Alright. Well, you all should get off to training. I'm going to unpack and then go talk to Chiron, alright?"
As his siblings finally trickled out of the cabin, Lincoln collected his things and his thoughts. He pulled his guitar case up onto his bunk, sliding his suitcase under his bed. Adjusting his black jacked, he ran his hand through his mocha colored hair. He was nervous about talking to the centaur. What would happen if he was assigned a quest to go find this guy? Lincoln took another deep breath and walked out the door of the cabin. Now, this boy didn't really feel at home in the dark cabin, but he knew his siblings were nicer than what they let on to be. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked, seeing the centaur up ahead. "Chiron!" Lincoln raised his hand and waved quickly, jogging over and smiling. As he got over, he noticed an extremely attractive girl beside him. Of course, his instant instinct was to flirt, but he had more important issues to deal with. It killed him to think that, but as soon as he saw Chirons expression, he knew it wasn't good. "Declan? Do you have any idea where my god damn brother is?" Of course Lincoln was upset about the whole issue. "Levi told me you contacted Ares about it, but my good for nothing dad didn't care?" thunder rumbled off in the distance and Lincoln knew he made a mistake, but he didn't care. "Lincoln, you know very well it's rude to insult the gods, even if it is your own father," Chiron chided gently. "But, you're correct. Declan is missing. And there's a prophecy, including you and this young girl. Lincoln, meet Winifred Abel, daughter of Aphrodite," The centaur motioned to the beauty beside him. Immediately, he looked over at Winnie and smiled a bit. "Winnie, this is Licoln Tesche, son of Ares," the boy nodded a small hello, scanning her slightly. She certainly looked the part of being Aphrodite's daughter.
"Nice to meet you, Winnie," he grinned, sticking out his hand, in hopes she'd shake it. "Chiron, what's this prophecy..?" he asked softly. "Well, you see.. Basically it explains that the War gods son and a dove will rescue a missing camper. As I believe, talking with Rachel, this means you and Winifred here," he explained, slightly worried. He didn't understand why his mentor was acting so fritzy, but he was willing to accept the role. "Alright. Any clue where he would be?" he asked softly. "California. That's all that it really mentioned." Chiron nodded and crossed his arms. Not only was Lincoln finally arriving to camp for the summer, he was getting a quest with the daughter of Aphrodite. Hopefully this summer would turn out decent. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked over at the girl.
"Alright darling, maybe you should get to know me a little before we start our quest?" he chuckled and gave her a small wink. "Kidding, my dear. But I do make mean cupcakes. Anyways, we should go pack for the quest. Chiron, we'll meet you at the big house at sundown- we'll start tonight and then get a head start. I don't want Declan waiting any longer than he has too." With that, he gave a nod and walked off, heading back to his cabin.
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Post by Featherwing on Jul 12, 2017 11:22:39 GMT -5
➤ Fae | Featherwing What Clan would you like to run or help with? I'll help out with Shadow or River. Leading is a last resort, if no one else wants to take a clan, I'll volunteer. Prior experiences? Been on the OG site since the day it opened and I've been involved in dozens of original 5 clan rps, unique clans, wolf rps, lion rps– even a human rp once. Been steadily writing a collection of short stories as well. Timezone & Schedule: EDT. Generally I try to pop on every day, but I work at a hospital so when I'm at work I'm usually unable to come in. My next schedule is July 31st, August 1st and 7th, 8 hours each. On the 18th of August I'm moving back to school but school genuinely shouldn't make much of a dent in my time here, last semester of school with mostly online classes. Role-play Sample:
It was a dream, he knew it was a dream. The soft, almost hazy lighting in the den, the inexplicable sense of peace in his heart, the genuine warmth he felt for the five squirming bundles of fur in the nest before him– It had to be a dream. Good things like this never happened to Stormtrail in real life, so he'd take advantage of the time he had before he awoke. "Hello little cubs" He crooned, leaning into the nest. "I'm your Papa, it's nice to meet you." As predicted there was no response but snuffling as the kittens rooted for their mother. "They're too little to hear you yet, no need to be so formal." Stormtrail perked up at the sound of his exasperated mate. A mate. In this delightful dream world he had a mate, he had children– he had a family again.
His heart stuttered, "You sure you should be up, Larkspur? Five– that takes a lot out of you, or so I've been told." Stormtrail tried to sound like he wasn't on the verge of breaking down. "Oh dear, not again. Stormtrail you've already wailed enough, after the birth. No need to keep groveling." The pretty tortoiseshell before him rolled her eyes as she climbed back into the nest, to the joyful squeaks of the kittens within. "I just– I love you" Stormtrail blubbered, sniffling. "I love you so much." "And I love you, now go and do something useful; you can come back later." Larkspur's affectionate command had Stormtrail moving backward. The image before him fading. No! Panic filled the grey furred male as he scrambled towards the quickly disappearing light.
He woke up, trembling in his nest in the medicine den. A warrior turned medicine cat, his real life. There was no Larkspur, at least not one in RiverClan. He had no children, no beautiful little babies of his own. No family. He was alone. And so, in the quiet of the early morning, Stormtrail wept for the dream that would never be reality. Ideas for the plots? I've literally got a 20k word document of side plots organized by type. So many ideas. What is something you really want to bring to this role-play? I just really want to help develop a community again.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jul 13, 2017 8:46:23 GMT -5
I apologize for not being on yesterday. I had a really bad episode. I'm better now and ready to work.
Fae, I'd love to hear what side plots you have in mind!
I don't exactly know who will lead a Clan, except for one person. I'm going to give Owl WindClan because it's usually the hardest one to find a leader for and she's the only one that has expressed interest in leading it. While the other Clans, there may be some conflict, I think? I haven't seen one person apply yet and she expressed interest in RiverClan.
Feathz suggested we work on rules, first. Which will be swift and easy considering a majority of us have worked together. I think the rules should be split up regarding certain sections. Some basic things about mentors, apprentices, and etc. could be placed in a different section where it won't clutter rules, but it will be in stone. The Clan Systems, is what I'm talking about. It includes info about how we'll do apprentices and such. I also think that anything regarding names can be put in the prefix list section. That cuts down on joining a little bit. As for general rules, we can also cut that down. I saw a thread in OTD and December had actually posted on it. I honestly agree with the post and I will quote it below. Okay, big mood. To me, advanced should mean, like, "Knows how to create deep, well-developed characters with nuances and realistic quirks. Shows a willingness to contribute to the overarching plot of the roleplay and to create mini plots with other characters; can plan their characters' actions rather than doing things spur of the moment. Has a decent grasp on realistic dialogue. Knows basic RP courtesy and does not need reminding not to spotlight or godmod or whatever. Understands basic writing conventions." Now, I'm not trying to "re-brand" how the role-play sections considered advanced, but those with advanced in the title do seem to focus more on the length overall. While I don't want one liners, I don't think people should be focusing on meeting a certain requirement. If someone can only type one liners, then they may not be capable to create intricate plots and interesting characters. I think that we should make the "general rules" section a friendly warning that if you are not confident with creating plots that alternate with limelight and take appropriate time and planning as well as have the decency to properly respond with appropriate details and length, then this role-play isn't for you. We should also warn them that we have little generators that may have their cat injured or die because no one kills their cats anymore. They're like the Erins. Either it's eradication or it's one or two with sweet little moments.
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jul 13, 2017 8:52:22 GMT -5
i feel sadistic because i love killing my characters,,,, We shall kill them with timing. >
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 13, 2017 8:56:03 GMT -5
Woo! I'm excited to see what I can come up with for WindClan!
I think these are all very good, valid points. I'm a bit hesitant about splitting up the rules, if you mean placing them in different spots. Splitting up rules by section might be difficult for joiners to keep track of, as it would require you to go back through the page looking for things. I don't know about anyone else, but I typically re-read the rules, so having it split up seems like an unnecessary search. Condensing them somewhere easy to find, like at the top of the page- perhaps beneath the intro (or whatever introductory post we might have)- is usually a good place, in my opinion, as it is easy to find, and shows how important they are.
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