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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 21:19:00 GMT -5
Introduction...
In adversity, the weak and the vulnerable have two options. To wither away into the nothing, or grow strong in spite of what would otherwise have seen it destroyed. Once upon a time, the world would have rather seen RavineClan in ruins than it would let it prosper. But despite this, we survived and managed to thrive where few others managed. When the shadows threatened to overtake us, we learned to embrace the darkness and overcome it, but the remnants of those shadows still creep in our lives. Not everything can survive being forged in fire, and we had prayed that would be the end of it, but the fight for our lives is only just beginning. And this might not be something we can survive. So when the world comes to ruins around you, you need to ask yourself a question. What side of the line will you find yourself on?
Rules...
1. Forum Rules, the non-negotiable rule. Any and all rules enforced by the forums are to be followed whilst on this thread. The failure to do so may result in your deletion from the thread. 2. Literacy, in order to participate on this thread, I ask that you be capable of achieving a minimum of 5 lines per character per post. Unfortunately, if you can't reach this, I fear this might not be the clan for you. 3. Activity, of course we all have lives and hence I don't expect you to be on 24/7, however, I do ask a reasonable level of activity on this thread. Especially if you wish to join as a character key to the plot or the clan in general, 4. Joining, when you initially join, I ask a couple of things. Namely that when you first join, you do so with a minimum of two characters, one of each gender as to keep gender levels reasonably even. Furthermore, in order to have an apprentice I request that you first create two cats of other ranks, so we don't end up with eight apprentices to nine warriors. Lastly, please don't join as cats who are or who have backgrounds as rogues, kittypets or loners. So I know you have read my rules, please include In Darkness we Thrived. 5. Characters and Realism, despite our subject matter not being the most realistic, I do expect members to install a reasonable degree of realism into their roleplay. Hence, no cats with wings, violet fur or names cats in this setting would not know the meaning of, and similarly with roleplaying. Cats get injured, die, ill and fall out, and whilst I don't expect you to be killing cats left and right, do bare this in mind please. There is no limit on how many characters you may have. Finally, for every three cats you create, I request that one of them be involved somehow in the dark forest, so when it comes to the plot it is reasonably balanced and hence more fun for evil purposes. 6. Plagiarism, I increasingly despise having to include this rule amongst my clans, but it appears necessary recently and hence I will reiterate. The theft of anything on this thread will not be tolerated. 7. Bloodlines, a personal rule of mine, though not one I enforce completely. I do ask for the purposes of increasing the development of this clan, where your cats share characteristics with the cat of another member, you ask if they can be related in some manner. Whilst I wont make you, I do ask that you don't join as members of your own family as I simply don't see the point in this. 8. Drama, my effective way of thinking when it comes to clans is mwahahah, and I will warn all potential joiners. I am a fan of drama, and encourage it largely. At times it may be difficult to keep up, and I will always try to keep less active members up to date, but if you ever feel uncertain or left out, let me know and I'll try to sort something out for you! We're all here to have fun, and hence you can pretty much have as much leeway as you like when it comes to plot threads. All I do ask is that you don't allow it to directly conflict with our main plotlines, and that you include as many other members as you can!
Joining Form...
Name, Please write a description of your cat depicting their appearance and personality, ensuring it is at least 5 lines long. Screenname Rank Bloodlines/Relationships Other
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 21:19:28 GMT -5
About the Clan...
The majority of our clan tend to be taller than what would be considered normal for the average cat, ranging from athletic to muscular in build, but not very often slender or small as to best thrive on the hilly terrain in which we make our home. Stamina is a key skill for our cats, and whilst speed is helpful, it isn't as much as a necessity as the strength needed to navigate our territory is to the cats of RavineClan. As well as being thickset in nature, carrying thick coats is also helpful to the clan. Our home is often plagued by heavy rainfall and cold leafbares, hence to survive the cold it is helpful to have a coat which stands up against the elements. Colours common amongst the clan tend to be darker in nature, ranging from a variety of blacks, browns, russets and greys. Though lighter colours aren't unheard of, it makes blending in with the greens and browns of the moors we call our home. Furthermore, patterned pelts such as tabbies and spotteds are more common than solid pelts. RavineClan cats are often known for their pride and self confidence, a close knit clan due to the nature of their creation. Whilst they are not very welcoming of change or newcomers, when it comes to one another it is difficult to find a clan of loyaler cats. We are a clan who believes that remembering ones origins is of great importance, and we pride ourselves in building up the weak into something stronger and loved.
Territory...
The majority of our home is set against a large moor, its terrain hilly in nature it is dotted with small brooks and streams, as well as handfuls of woodland here and there, making our land rather diverse in terms of hunting ability. The primary sources of prey are hares and rabbits found in the long grass and fields, as well as various types of birds. Mice and voles are common, but not as useful due to their smaller size compared to our bulkier clan, and though squirrels and rats can be found, they aren't as common. Broken Bridge, whilst not the safest looking path, it is the preferred option for most when crossing the river rather than soaking ones paws. It is a bridge over the Meandering River, largely broken in places but safe enough for cats. Cattail Copse, a small woodland bordered to the north by a strange plant which looks like the tail of a cat, which is where the area gains its name. Carrionplace, a place abundant with rats and the occasional dog, it is a place which reeks of twolegs and is filled with an assortment of strange items. In human terms it is a dump, but to the clan it is a place to be avoided at all costs. Firefly Meadow, an especially large and rather beautiful flower filled meadow, in which during the night fireflies can be found buzzing around, setting the field aglow with their light. It was one of the first places to bloom after the fires, and is loved by the clan as a place to go and watch the beautiful meadow. Field of Clouds, a large meadow found within the territory, inhabited by a strange plant which blooms a strange white bud looking like clouds, it is in fact cotton grass, but the cats aren't aware of this fact. Horse Fields, beside the twoleg nest is a small fenced field, in which a small herd of horses make their home. Our cats tend to avoid this area due to the fact the horses are known to kick at cats, and have killed members of the clan before. Lilypad Brook, a thin brook known for its assortment of lilypads inhabiting its waters, and hence is a good source of frogs for those who wish to hunt the slimey creatures. Meandering River, the largest water source in our home, it is a great winding river which cuts through the territory from the north and heads west. It is a good source of fish for those brave enough to wet their paws. NightStone, within Stalagmite Cavern, one can find the NightStone. An midnight black rock formation that one wouldn't notice unless they ventured inside on the night of the full moon. During which the stone is lit with starlight, this is our connection with StarClan. Oak Hill, the highest point on the territory, and where the clan initially made camp in the aftermath of the fires. It is inhabited mainly by ancient oak trees, massive in nature and a great place to challenge ones climbing abilities. Stalagmite Cavern, within the cave system within the eastern parts of the moor, one can find a cavern known for the vast number of stalagmites hanging from the ceiling. Within this cavern, one can find the NightStone. The Barn, despite the dangers of coming into such close contact with twolegs, for those who dare it is a great source of mice during most times of the year. One has to be careful where they tread, as a variety of barn animals make their home here. Twoleg Nest, where a farmer makes his home, and the owner of the horses who inhabit the horse fields, we don't interact with him very much, and he doesn't cause us all that much bother for the most part. The Ravine, the place from which the clan gains its name, it is a small ravine at the centre of our territory, at the end of which one can find the canyon in which RavineClan makes its home. Warrior's End, regardless of if they were the youngest kit or the most ancient elder, all who died whilst considering themselves a member of RavineClan are laid to rest here. It is where the clan first came to the moors in their initial state of ruin, and is regarded as very sacred to the clan.
Camp...
If one follows the ravine from which the clan gains its name, the hilly area opens up into a small canyon, it is here that the clan makes its home. Small caves dot across the camp walls, and create the dens in which we sleep, relatively sheltered compared to the rest of our territory. It is compact and not especially spacious, but this suits the close knit nature of our clan. Leader's Den, RavineClan's leader makes their den within a small cave crafted from a tumble of rocks which predate the clan itself. The inside has eroded away over the moons to create a small den, the entrance of which is covered with strands of ivy to provide some shelter from the cold. Medicine Cat Den, the den of the medicine cat and apprentice can be found within the first cave within the walls of camp. Relatively low down to ensure the cats don't have to travel too far for water, it is a simplistic cave with crevices lining its walls for the purposes of housing herbs. Warrior's Den, rather than within the camp, the home of the warriors is in the canyon floor. Accessed through a small dip within camp, it opens into a massive cave, in which the warriors make their dens and homes. Apprentice's Den, similar to the medicine cat den, it is a cave within the walls of camp. Though not huge, it is lined with natural growing moss, meaning it is one of the warmest dens. Nursery, at the heart of the camp one can find the most important den to RavineClan, the newest members of the clan make their home within the roots of a mighty birch tree. Elder's Den, for the cats of RavineClan who have retired from service as warriors or medicine cats, the den is a large cave just above the apprentice's den. It is warm and deeper than the other dens, meaning it is well sheltered from the elements.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 21:20:08 GMT -5
Leader...
Coltstar, Much like the clan, this is a tom hardened by the world's cruelty. A tom who has been burdened by loss, he is a shell of what he once was, though continues to be a good leader, it is clear his heart is broken. Predominantly white in colour, he is striped down spine with a line of black, ending at the face where it splits into two lines down his face and finishing just above the muzzle, in a mask like marking. He is tall and muscular, though not as large as some it would be easy to underestimate him due to his calm nature. But he is deceptively strong, and wasn't chosen as deputy on some whim. Calm and level headed, this is a tom who lets his heart lead the way for the most part, which can be his downfall at times as he overestimates the kindness of others and his ties can blind him. Which recently proved to be his ruin, when a cat he overestimated caused the death of his loved ones, something he blames himself largely for. @velveteenwolf
Deputy... Deputy, Open, feel free to join as. @screenname
Medicine Cat...
Bramblesplinter, A looming, muscled brute, Bramblesplinter is huge and intimidating. His frame is broad, with thick, sinewy limbs helping to maintain his muscled physique in an assertive manner. His sheer mass alone is capable of making branches sag from underneath his figure, along with being a bowling ball in plowing down enemies. Likewise, his paws are hefty with bulk, designed exclusively to nimbly dispatch anything that stands in his way. This strapping build, however, no longer comes into good use anymore. After accidentally killing an innocent in a border skirmish, he recanted being a warrior and went into the more peaceful ways of healing.The medicine cat has an impressive, triangular cranium that carries a flat face and muzzle, which is not at all pleasant to look at. His countenance, along with being held in a perpetual scowl, is intensively marked from the battles and brawls he’s undergone, not to mention his battled-scarred body. As such, his coat is messy and battered, the variations of browns and blotches of blacks running down the length of his body being somewhat discolored, not to mention in some cases nonexistent; giving leeway to the pinkish skin underneath. He suffers from an underbite, a prominent feature that displays a protruding fang in a rather eerie light. His twin amber optics are the only pretty sight that his lineaments seem to offer, though the emotion within them remain humorless and tetchy.
Once a ruthless, cold veteran, life as a healer has softened this male into being warm and gentle, though he hides beneath a grumpy, ill-tempered guise. Though he has a soft spot for little ones, he often exercises his frightening facade as a fashion to ward any adventurous kittens away from the den, especially if they mean to steal healing supplies for a bet or two. Besides, he finds amusement in the stories spurned by these incidents, never minding being looked upon as the ‘big bad bear ready to gobble up misbehaving kits.’ Albeit his outer shell can be chipped away by familiarity, it is mostly done in by patients. With clients, he easily caves into being tenderhearted and concerned, especially if they’re younger and scared of staying overnight in an unknown den. He has always had a knack with herbs, though actually executing the healing process was formerly quite a struggle. The very paws he’d used to kill, were the very paws he needed to use to save. As a result, he was initially quite rough and clumsy with his handiwork. However, after much patience and practice, he managed to finally develop the skills needed to be gentle in herbal administering. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Medicine Cat Apprentice...
Medicine Cat Apprentice, Open, feel free to join as. @screenname
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 21:20:41 GMT -5
Warriors...
Dapplefeather, Dapplefeather is a relatively largely built, long-haired, Maine Coon, with relatively average paws for her size. Her eyes are those of one's who you might become lost in. Her iris's are of a dark navy blue color at seems to hold an endless ocean abyss. Around her pupils lightly scattered are golden flecks, enhancing the mysterious aura her eyes originally hold. She is very persistent in keeping her pelt shiny and tidy. Her pelt primarily consists mostly of an off-white cream color, with light fawn colored paws speckled with white on her toes. Dark stone grey speckles splatter lightly along the middle of her back and fade into her flanks the further they spread down. Her tail is long and quite plumey to say the least, being a light off-white cream and ending with a fawn tail tip and hint of grey speckles among it. 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 †
Duskpoppy, Duskpoppy is a lilac she-cat with fawn fur around her chest and belly, fawn toes, and a white-tipped muzzle. Her fur is moderately thick, and accompanied by large ears, unusual pale green eyes, and long whiskers. Duskpoppy is a bit of an odd bird, rarely speaking and often only observing from a distance. It's difficult to get close to her, and her tendency to go off alone and watch others from far away tends to put off her clanmates, but she is a loyal, well-meaning cat who desires to help how she can, even if she has trouble expressing this at times. She loves collect flowers for her nest, and often smells like plants due to sleeping on them so often. nettle
Fenflower, Built with the same tall frame common to RavineClan, but she is more slender than most which results in her being quick footed and equally quick witted. A proud and self confident, but with a bad tendency to throw herself head first into situations without much aforethought, she has a good nature but can be annoying at times. She is marked with a dark coat of silvery grey, marked with black tabby markings running down her sides, and her eyes are lit with an especially sharp icy blue. Her fur is very feathered in nature, which means it is surprisingly soft to the touch and it hangs from her frame especially at the paws, ears and tail tip. @velveteenwolf
Oddrose, A beautiful but unusual young shecat. She looks like two cats put together at random. Her right side being largely black but marked with splashes of orange, and her left side being mostly orange but marked with splashes of black, making her a chimera cat. Following the trend of unusual oddities, her eyes are heterochromic, meaning her eyes are different in colour. The left being a silvery greyish blue, and the other is a sharp green. Quiet and shy, she prefers to keep herself to herself, never one to use ten words where two would work just as well, she has a good heart but isn't especially willing to show it to many. @velveteenwolf
Silverstorm, Large maine coon. He stands a bit larger than your average maine coon tom. Silverstorm has bright, electric amber eyes, that tend to burn right into you with intensity. It's definitely one of the aspects that makes him look rather intimidating. His coat is long, thick, and fluffy keeping him rather warm in the winter moons, and making him die of heat exhaust at any another time of the year. He has a light gray base coat with intense darker gray markings of your typical tabby with a white mane that fluffs up around his neck. His underbelly, chest and tail tip is white. He has light gray toes, and splotches the run underneath his belly as if it was mud stuck in his silky white fur. 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 †
Waspwing, Waspwing is a massive cat, with broad shoulders, a thick pelt, large paws, and sharp teeth. His fur is pale grey, with black markings on his back that almost look like wasp wings, and a black neck. His eyes are yellow, and he has large, tufted ears. Waspwing is a firm and serious tom, and while he doesn't consider himself ambitious and doesn't really want power, he also dislikes the current state of the clan and holds the current leader responsible. He tends to keep his judgement to himself, but when angered enough, he will act out of anger. Despite this, he is well-respected for his fierce prowess in battle and his loyalty to his clanmates. He is surprisingly nervous around younger cats, and isn't sure how to handle kits. nettle
Wildwater, Smaller in size than most, he has more of an athletic build than he is overtly muscular and strong. This older tom is marked with a pelt of mostly dark brown, feathered in nature and thick to keep out the cold, he is striped with black and lighter brown all across his back and body, and his paws are tipped with pale creamy white. His eyes are a pale yellowish amber, like the watery light of the early morning sun. This tom is intimidating in terms of his personality more than his size, charming and quick witted, he is an easy friend to make, but an even easier cat to make an enemy of. He is dangerous and keeps to the shadows, an opportunistic tom who knows what he wants and is quite willing to take it. But has no problem waiting until its necessary. @velveteenwolf
Wolfsneeze, A molly of hefty proportions, Wolfsneeze is the definition of a towering, well built cat. Her anatomy is anything but delicate, instead coming off as incredibly tough and sturdy. This foundation comes courtesy to the strong structure of bones and muscle mass fabricating her build, prompting the total of her impressive physique to have a solid, athletic feel. Her lean, long limbs exercise a brilliant task of maintaining her form upright in a manner that exudes command and authority, despite her rather simple rank. A shaggy coat runs over this frame, pluming in excess between her off-white toes, tail, and around her neck in a mane-like structure. This pelage is painted in rich variations of blues, silvers, and creams, additional patterned streaks colored in assorted shades of blacks and grays. Her face is soft and feathered, though due them accommodating eyes akin to chips of frosted blue ice, hold little to no warmth whatsoever. In short, Wolfsneeze comes off as crisp, sometimes even cold. She’s ambitious to no ends, always wanting to achieve something notable in order to perhaps increase her status as a mere warrior. As such, she has a strong determination to do everything right, even if that means some might have to perish to get there. She’s bossy and commanding when it comes down to patrols, aspiring to lead and direct members of the clan towards absolute success, which some might find control-freakish in nature. Her intelligence is more inclined towards strategic reasoning, making her ever devious and cunning—in short, one to be reckoned with. She is not at all happy by Coldstar’s leadership and hopes he steps down soon, one way or another. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Apprentices... Apprentices, Open, feel free to join as. @screenname
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 21:21:25 GMT -5
Queens...
Vervainwilt, A beautifully sleek frame of lean muscle creates an overall lissome, sylphlike frame with a soft, yet hardy feel. Most notable for grace and poise, limbs of a proportionally fine and narrow origin levels her equally slim torso with nimble elegance, as though literally made for the sophistication and dignity of a queen. Her pelage is of a beautiful russet origin, unbroken by no other color but a black that lines her paws and tail-tip. This fur silken in texture and cascades in feathered plumes that tufts just about all surface area in equal length, concluding in a beautifully tapered tail, downy to the touch. The fleece is notable to rounding the contours of her crown in an almost winsome light, accommodating two eyes pigmented a rich orange that give life and flourish to an otherwise pensive countenance. One will never see a day when Vervainwilt is not on the lookout for danger. She’s an incredibly anxious and skittish cat, prompted by an incident during her preliminary years as an apprentice. Sometimes, this intense fear can manifest into panic attacks or breakdowns. Nonetheless, she can manage nervousness by being in the presence of cats she’s familiar with—especially her mate, Wildwaters. Momentarily free of the alarm that plagues her, she is allowed to be more collected and composed, as well as gentle and compassionate without hindrance. She does not like how the Clan has become, as she wants her kits to thrive in a safe environment. Though she sympathizes with the cats who lust for justice, she sides with whole-heartedly with Coldstar, but her opinion has never been voiced outside her own head. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Kits... Kits, Please don't join as motherless kits. @screenname
Elders... Elders, Open, feel free to join as. @screenname
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 21:22:12 GMT -5
StarClan Members...
Hemlockstar, The tom cat who lead the clan onto the moor where they would create their home, he was a massive tom. His size legendary amongst tales in the elders den, and though long since past he is well remembered and loved amongst the clan. A thick coated tom cat, he was midnight black in colour, a shadow known for the silence of his paws in spite of the bulk of his size. He was a good humoured cat, who knew how to get the best out of his clan. He died as he lived, defending his clan from a stray dog on the territory who would have otherwise killed an apprentice had he not intervened, but died of his wounds.
Cloudberry, A pretty and frosted white shecat, her fur was soft and silky to the touch, and her voice was melodic and kind. She was slender, sleek pelted and small by the norms of the clan, but her quick wit made up for this disadvantage. The medicine cat of RavineClan when it came to the ravine for the first time, she was the heart breaker of many. Her looks making most wish she never became medicine cat, but she was good at her work. She was killed during an especially harsh leafbare, losing her life to starvation.
Plumspots, Plumspots is a white tom with pale grey splotches all over his body and grey legs. He has a long tail, short muzzle, and narrow vivid green eyes. Plumspots came off as stern and intense, but he was surprisingly light-hearted, often going easy on young cats who broke the rules, and even showed a playful side. He was easy to joke around with and talk to, and he would be the first to defend his clanmates from unjust accusations. He lived to be quite old, enough that shortly before he died, some suggested he should retire to the elder's den. He was killed by a rogue in a border dispute.
Dark Forest Members... Slatewhisker, Stone in both pelt colour and in heart, this tom is massive and hardly the kindest can in clan, though loyal to the bone, and though few consider him a friend, not many can fault him on his the fierceness of his loyalty even if they don't like him very much. A dark grey tabby tom, his coat is thick which does little to help how intimidating this tom is in terms of size, he is striped largely with white all across his back and body, intermingled with splashes of white as well as at each of his four paws. His eyes are a dark blue colour, tinted silvery grey the closer one cares to look. Never a cat to use ten words where two would do just as well, he is an independent and quiet tom. The need to see the clan to which he was so loyal prosper lead him on a dark path, and when he died in battle he was banished to the dark forest.
Buzzardglide, Lean, solid muscle creates the athletic foundation of his well built physique, power more inclined to athleticism rather than brute force. His nimble prowess lends mostly to his muscularly lanky limbs, which are capable of effortlessly carrying his strapping figure in surprisingly agile strides. The fur covering this form is soft and feathered, colored a blueish gray with darker marks softly shading his face, paws, and banding his tail in a colorpoint pattern. He has a soft face which accommodates two beautiful sky blue eyes. As a dead cat, he still sports the death blow that killed him—a ghastly shred in his stomach. It’s basically ripped apart, leaving two grisly flaps dangling from his gut. This was his punishment for all his evil deeds in life. When alive, he was somewhat of a glutton, always renown for eating the most from the prey pile. So when Leaf-bare rolled about, it was always a wonder how the tom was able to keep his weight or why the elderly and the sickly kept disappearing… until a half-eaten corpse was discovered by an apprentice. Before she could report back to the clan, Buzzardglide was atop her in attempt to silence the screaming she-cat. Her cries alerted a nearby patrol, which promptly ran to her rescue. In the struggle, an angered warrior slashed a gaping hole through his belly. The contents were less than pleasant, allowing cats to realize what had been occurring in disgust and horror.
He was not given a burial and was left for the buzzards.
One should think this prevents him from eating in death, but though he can’t store anything in his stomach, it doesn’t stop him from shoving anything down his mouth. At first blush, Buzzardglide comes off as incredibly enthusiastic and kind. He’s cheerful, hyper, and excitable to a childish extent. A charismatic air surrounds him, giving him a rather inviting charm that can persuade just about anyone to acquaint themselves with him. But hidden beneath a happy grin and a warm gaze, is a deceitful manipulator that knows various ways to lure impressionable cats into the pits of the Dark Forest. There, he acts rather psychotic, all former energy spent on acting content and energetic going to his crazed, bloodthirsty counterpart. His job as a recruiter is mostly to meet live cats, as he misses the warmth of fresh flesh. He is one of the more feared cats in the Place of No Stars, and for good reason. He also holds a vengeance to kill the apprentice that cost him his life.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 21:22:46 GMT -5
Plotlines...
Heartbreak has come to the clan, and it has left many cats torn apart. A cat integral to many of us has been found dead far before their time. The cause of which wasn't natural, but no one knows who the perpetrator of this crime could have been. Whoever it was has caused a rift in the clan, some lusting for blood as justice for the loss, regardless of who might have caused it, and others desperate to move on. At the heart of this heartbreak is Coltstar, the mate of the dead cat who is ruined by the loss, but is trying his best to continue on. But his refusal to acknowledge the death and bring the fallen cat to justice is making many question his abilities as a leader. Some even calling him incompetent, and rumours of having him step down are beginning to spread through the ranks. The sibling of the fallen cat is at the heart of these rumours, desperate for justice as their heart has been left broken by the loss, and made the cat a shell of their former self in grief which refuses to leave. The grief begins to turn to anger, and they begin to call for Coltstar to step down, but unbeknown to all, this has been the chance one cat has been waiting for. RavineClan's deputy is a cat far darker than most have believed the cat to be, and his intents will soon come to light as the clan begin to call for them to take over. Dark forces have been at work in the shadows of the clan, sparking rumours and spreading whispers to those with darker leanings, and beginning to recruit cats to a darker purpose. This threat will be worse than any RavineClan have known before, and whether they will survive is yet to be seen. The Leader: Coltstar - @velveteenwolf The Allies: The inner circle of Coltstar, x 4 available, open. - Dapplefeather - 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † The Deputy: Self explanatory, effectively dark forest leader, open. The Accomplices: The inner circle of the deputy, x 5 available, open. The Perpetrator: The Fallen's killer, open The Harbingers: StarClan cats who give the eventual prophecy regarding the saviours, x 2 available, open. - Plumspots - nettle The Recruiters: Dead cats who enter the dreams of the cats to bring them to the dark forest, x 1 available, open. - Buzzardglide - ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע The Fallen: The cat killed by the perpetrator, open The Saviours: Prophecy kits who eventually save the clan, x 4, open. The Mother: The queen who mothers the saviours, potentially killed for heartbreaking plot purposes, open. Depending on the role, you are welcome to join as more than one cat important to the prophecy. Let me know in the other part of the form if you wish to join as one of these.
Relationships and Bloodlines... Mentors, Warrior mentors apprentice.
Bloodlines, Plumspots is the father of Coltstar and Wolfsneeze.
Relationships, Wildwater and Vervainwilt are mates.
Members... @velveteenwolf , Coltstar, Fenflower, Oddrose and Wildwater. nettle , Duskpoppy and Waspwing. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע , Bramblesplinter, Wolfsneeze and Vervainwilt. 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † , Dapplefeather and Silverstorm.
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 12, 2018 21:53:57 GMT -5
Save for charries ;;
Vervainwilt A beautifully sleek frame of lean muscle creates an overall lissome, sylphlike frame with a soft, yet hardy feel. Most notable for grace and poise, limbs of a proportionally fine and narrow origin levels her equally slim torso with nimble elegance, as though literally made for the sophistication and dignity of a queen. Her pelage is of a beautiful russet origin, unbroken by no other color but a black that lines her paws and tail-tip. This fur silken in texture and cascades in feathered plumes that tufts just about all surface area in equal length, concluding in a beautifully tapered tail, downy to the touch. The fleece is notable to rounding the contours of her crown in an almost winsome light, accommodating two eyes pigmented a rich orange that give life and flourish to an otherwise pensive countenance. One will never see a day when Vervainwilt is not on the lookout for danger. She’s an incredibly anxious and skittish cat, prompted by an incident during her preliminary years as an apprentice. Sometimes, this intense fear can manifest into panic attacks or breakdowns. Nonetheless, she can manage nervousness by being in the presence of cats she’s familiar with—especially her mate, Wildwaters. Momentarily free of the alarm that plagues her, she is allowed to be more collected and composed, as well as gentle and compassionate without hindrance. She does not like how the Clan has become, as she wants her kits to thrive in a safe environment. Though she sympathizes with the cats who lust for justice, she sides with whole-heartedly with Coldstar, but her opinion has never been voiced outside her own head. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Queen
Open to any familial relations/mate to Wildwaters Sometimes, she murmurs under her breath. What she says is a mystery to all.
Bramblesplinter A looming, muscled brute, Bramblesplinter is huge and intimidating. His frame is broad, with thick, sinewy limbs helping to maintain his muscled physique in an assertive manner. His sheer mass alone is capable of making branches sag from underneath his figure, along with being a bowling ball in plowing down enemies. Likewise, his paws are hefty with bulk, designed exclusively to nimbly dispatch anything that stands in his way. This strapping build, however, no longer comes into good use anymore. After accidentally killing an innocent in a border skirmish, he recanted being a warrior and went into the more peaceful ways of healing. The medicine cat has an impressive, triangular cranium that carries a flat face and muzzle, which is not at all pleasant to look at. His countenance, along with being held in a perpetual scowl, is intensively marked from the battles and brawls he’s undergone, not to mention his battled-scarred body. As such, his coat is messy and battered, the variations of browns and blotches of blacks running down the length of his body being somewhat discolored, not to mention in some cases nonexistent; giving leeway to the pinkish skin underneath. He suffers from an underbite, a prominent feature that displays a protruding fang in a rather eerie light. His twin amber optics are the only pretty sight that his lineaments seem to offer, though the emotion within them remain humorless and tetchy.
Once a ruthless, cold veteran, life as a healer has softened this male into being warm and gentle, though he hides beneath a grumpy, ill-tempered guise. Though he has a soft spot for little ones, he often exercises his frightening facade as a fashion to ward any adventurous kittens away from the den, especially if they mean to steal healing supplies for a bet or two. Besides, he finds amusement in the stories spurned by these incidents, never minding being looked upon as the ‘big bad bear ready to gobble up misbehaving kits.’ Albeit his outer shell can be chipped away by familiarity, it is mostly done in by patients. With clients, he easily caves into being tenderhearted and concerned, especially if they’re younger and scared of staying overnight in an unknown den. He has always had a knack with herbs, though actually executing the healing process was formerly quite a struggle. The very paws he’d used to kill, were the very paws he needed to use to save. As a result, he was initially quite rough and clumsy with his handiwork. However, after much patience and practice, he managed to finally develop the skills needed to be gentle in herbal administering. After the whole fracas with the murder, Bramblesplinter has decided to remain outwardly neutral. Inside, however, he prefers to side with Coldstar. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Medicine cat Open to a brother. N.A
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Wolfsneeze A molly of hefty proportions, Wolfsneeze is the definition of a towering, well built cat. Her anatomy is anything but delicate, instead coming off as incredibly tough and sturdy. This foundation comes courtesy to the strong structure of bones and muscle mass fabricating her build, prompting the total of her impressive physique to have a solid, athletic feel. Her lean, long limbs exercise a brilliant task of maintaining her form upright in a manner that exudes command and authority, despite her rather simple rank. A shaggy coat runs over this frame, pluming in excess between her off-white toes, tail, and around her neck in a mane-like structure. This pelage is painted in rich variations of blues, silvers, and creams, additional patterned streaks colored in assorted shades of blacks and grays. Her face is soft and feathered, though due them accommodating eyes akin to chips of frosted blue ice, hold little to no warmth whatsoever. In short, Wolfsneeze comes off as crisp, sometimes even cold. She’s ambitious to no ends, always wanting to achieve something notable in order to perhaps increase her status as a mere warrior. As such, she has a strong determination to do everything right, even if that means some might have to perish to get there. She’s bossy and commanding when it comes down to patrols, aspiring to lead and direct members of the clan towards absolute success, which some might find control-freakish in nature. Her intelligence is more inclined towards strategic reasoning, making her ever devious and cunning—in short, one to be reckoned with.
She is not at all happy by Coldstar’s leadership and hopes he steps down soon, one way or another. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Warrior (Dark-Forest enthusiast) Open to a sister or brother. Maybe even both/Biromantic, boderline aromantic, but still open to a mate N.A
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Buzzardglide Lean, solid muscle creates the athletic foundation of his well built physique, power more inclined to athleticism rather than brute force. His nimble prowess lends mostly to his muscularly lanky limbs, which are capable of effortlessly carrying his strapping figure in surprisingly agile strides. The fur covering this form is soft and feathered, colored a blueish gray with darker marks softly shading his face, paws, and banding his tail in a colorpoint pattern. He has a soft face which accommodates two beautiful sky blue eyes. As a dead cat, he still sports the death blow that killed him—a ghastly shred in his stomach. It’s basically ripped apart, leaving two grisly flaps dangling from his gut. This was his punishment for all his evil deeds in life. When alive, he was somewhat of a glutton, always renown for eating the most from the prey pile. So when Leaf-bare rolled about, it was always a wonder how the tom was able to keep his weight or why the elderly and the sickly kept disappearing… until a half-eaten corpse was discovered by an apprentice. Before she could report back to the clan, Buzzardglide was atop her in attempt to silence the screaming she-cat. Her cries alerted a nearby patrol, which promptly ran to her rescue. In the struggle, an angered warrior slashed a gaping hole through his belly. The contents were less than pleasant, allowing cats to realize what had been occurring in disgust and horror.
He was not given a burial and was left for the buzzards.
One should think this prevents him from eating in death, but though he can’t store anything in his stomach, it doesn’t stop him from shoving anything down his mouth. At first blush, Buzzardglide comes off as incredibly enthusiastic and kind. He’s cheerful, hyper, and excitable to a childish extent. A charismatic air surrounds him, giving him a rather inviting charm that can persuade just about anyone to acquaint themselves with him. But hidden beneath a happy grin and a warm gaze, is a deceitful manipulator that knows various ways to lure impressionable cats into the pits of the Dark Forest. There, he acts rather psychotic, all former energy spent on acting content and energetic going to his crazed, bloodthirsty counterpart. His job as a recruiter is mostly to meet live cats, as he misses the warmth of fresh flesh. He is one of the more feared cats in the Place of No Stars, and for good reason. He also holds a vengeance to kill the apprentice that cost him his life. recruiter ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Recruiter (Dark-Forest member) Open to a living relative?? Dunno about mate tho. If you want to risk anything with your character, maybe... lol N.A -- in darkness we thrive
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 22:00:31 GMT -5
Coltstar- - - RavineClan Camp; Open; @tags
As the watery golden light of morning began to bask RavineClan camp in its warmth, the camp was largely absent of life. Most cats still lay sleeping in their dens, meaning few were awake to warm themselves in its light, a rarity for mornings on the moor. Settled on an outcropping rock, his paws outstretched and his tail hanging lazily over the edge of his little step. The white and black coated tom watched his camp in a comfortable silence. Enjoying a moment free of blistering winds and relentless rain that he had grown so used to, it could well be the last warm day before leaf fall hit, and he intended to make the most of it. First, however, he needed one of his clanmates to wake up. Not that he ever woke up with the intention of spending the day lazing about, life as a leader was difficult. But so far it had proven to be as rewarding as it was tedious at times. Though he doubted he would ever grow used to the suffix of star. Not that he could especially blame his clanmates, he couldn't name one among his ranks that he considered to be an especially lazy cat. All worked hard to serve their clan, and hence he could hardly begrudge them a sleep in for once. But it left the tom cat alone, but in recent moons he had grown all too used to the feeling of loneliness. Though he still struggled to accustom himself to sleeping without a warm flank at his side. The memory of the familiar scent still continued to linger, as did the cat running through his dreams but ever out of reach. As much as his heart still ached, life had moved on and his clan had to move on with it. He couldn't grieve whilst he clan needed him to be a strong leader, but he wondered if the ache would ever leave his heart be.
Fenflower- - - RavineClan Camp; Open; @tags
Curled into a tight ball and her face burried into the thickness of her dark silver fur, Fenflower was settled trying her best to sleep in spite of the cold. As much as the morning sun might have been basking the world outside of her den in warmth, the underground cave of the warrior's den continued to be biting cold somehow. And her thick fur seemed currently useless in keeping out the cold, no matter how hard she shut her eyes, it seemed escapable. Letting out a frustrated sigh, the silky warrior lifted herself to her paws and sat up with a stretch. Arching out her back until she could hear the bones begin to crack under the pressure, relieving her body somewhat of the ache which had accumulated in her bones overnight. The warrior set to work with the tedious task of pulling her fur of the burrs which had stuck to her like metal to a magnet overnight. As pretty as it might have been, it was frustrating to have to constantly be picking the burrs from her pelt in order to look remotely presentable. But after a reasonable amount of effort to clean herself, she felt ready to approach life above camp once more. Stepping past her snoring clanmates as quietly as she could manage, picking her way through the great number of nests until her paws began to ascend upwards and out of the warriors den. The shecat paused, the brisk air of morning on the moors causing her to catch her breath, but it seemed to be a warmer day than normal. Knowing all too well she would soon have to set to work, she picked up a plump mouse from the freshkill pile and carried it away. Looking forward to at least filling her belly before she had to get to work with the duties of a warrior.
Oddrose- - - RavineClan Camp; Open; @tags
Morning was of little difference to the chimera cat, as she had spent much of the night out of camp, and had only just had the opportunity to return to the familiar warmth of the canyon she knew as home. Clamped in the molly's jaws was a plump squirrel, its tail dragged a little on the ground as she walked, the small calico had to carry her head so high it ached as not to get its fur muddy. But she was proud of her catch, even if it had been especially bothersome trying to catch it. Sleep had evaded her much of the night, hence her decision to make a light night journey from camp. Whilst her intention of forcing herself to become tired had been fulfilled, she had been an overachiever and was now feeling the ache deep in her bones which seemed to beg for her nest. And Oddrose was more than happy to give into their wishes as she slipped down the path and into camp. Despite her tiredness, the slight glimmer of pride lit her multicoloured eyes, as shy as she might have been she was as prone to being proud of her achievements as any cat. Squirrels weren't a regular meal for most, and she knew it would quite easily fill the hungry bellies of a queen or too. She had worked hard, and now she felt more than deserving of resting her head and sleeping for the rest of the moon. Placing her freshly caught prey on the pile, which now looked far more appealing than it had done when she left earlier that morning, the warrior turned away and made a beeline for the warriors den. The thought of her nest now more appealing than anything else she could have possibly thought of in that moment. Wildwater- - - RavineClan Camp; Open; @tags
Similarly to Oddrose, Wildwater had spent his night outside of camp. But in his opinion, his tasks had been far more worthy than the simple catching of prey for his clan. He had been exploring the border, in search of potential threats or dangers that could cause his territory harm. Fortunately he had found little more than the stale scent of a fox which seemed to have been long gone, but the fact he had found it was enough to cause the fur along his spine to bristle some. How dare such a mangy creature even think of crossing our scent line? It was a question he was likely never to know the answer of unless he simultaneously gained the ability to not only read minds, but understand the nonsense of another species. Neither of which were currently likely, but it left the muscled tom in no less of a bad mood as he returned to camp with a flick of his black and brown tail. But as he returned to camp, his demeanour changed as though nothing had happened. His pace grew confident as though he had beaten a whole forest worth of foxes without as much as breaking a sweat, it was the nature of his charm. Deceptive and witty, most would never know the dark thoughts and anger which had been flooding his mind mere heartbeats before. And he enjoyed the state of unknowing his was able to leave his clan in. He used it to his advantage often, and the mousebrains who considered him an equal were none the wiser of it. Finding himself a sunny spot where he could at least try to enjoy the unusual warmth that lit the camp for once, the tom cat began to groom his fur of the burrs and bits of grass which had caught in its thickness during his ventures outside of camp. Ears twitching and swivelling as he listened to the world outside of camp, prepared for whatever the day might bring. Though he sincerely hoped it would be more successful than how he had spent the morning.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 22:02:24 GMT -5
(hey there ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע! I've seen you about the forums and would love to have you, thanks so much for even taking the time to look, and I hope you are doing well depending on the kind of cat she is, I have Wildwater open for a mate if you'd like to make a queen I think it would be interesting for him to be a father considering his personality XD but he might not be the cat for you, which I understand)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 22:05:05 GMT -5
(On the rules, the spot where it includes what word to include to show you've read them seems to be cut off? It just says "please include" and then nothing? Idk. I hope these are okay)
Waspwing, Waspwing is a massive cat, with broad shoulders, a thick pelt, large paws, and sharp teeth. His fur is pale grey, with black markings on his back that almost look like wasp wings, and a black neck. His eyes are yellow, and he has large, tufted ears. Waspwing is a firm and serious tom, and while he doesn't consider himself ambitious and doesn't really want power, he also dislikes the current state of the clan and holds the current leader responsible. He tends to keep his judgement to himself, but when angered enough, he will act out of anger. Despite this, he is well-respected for his fierce prowess in battle and his loyalty to his clanmates. He is surprisingly nervous around younger cats, and isn't sure how to handle kits. nettle Warrior N/A, open for relationships (Bisexual) N/A
Duskpoppy, Duskpoppy is a lilac she-cat with fawn fur around her chest and belly, fawn toes, and a white-tipped muzzle. Her fur is moderately thick, and accompanied by large ears, unusual pale green eyes, and long whiskers. Duskpoppy is a bit of an odd bird, rarely speaking and often only observing from a distance. It's difficult to get close to her, and her tendency to go off alone and watch others from far away tends to put off her clanmates, but she is a loyal, well-meaning cat who desires to help how she can, even if she has trouble expressing this at times. She loves collect flowers for her nest, and often smells like plants due to sleeping on them so often. nettle Warrior N/A, open for relationships (Lesbian) Trans female (If that's okay? Obviously she can't physically transition, but she prefers to be referred to as a she-cat)
Plumspots, Plumspots is a white tom with pale grey splotches all over his body and grey legs. He has a long tail, short muzzle, and narrow vivid green eyes. Plumspots came off as stern and intense, but he was surprisingly light-hearted, often going easy on young cats who broke the rules, and even showed a playful side. He was easy to joke around with and talk to, and he would be the first to defend his clanmates from unjust accusations. He lived to be quite old, enough that shortly before he died, some suggested he should retire to the elder's den. nettle Ex-Deputy, Starclan (Harbringer, possibly?) N/A, open for past relationships He was killed by a rogue in a border dispute. There was heavy discussion at the time over whether or not a cat his age should have been permitted to continue his work, or if he should've been forced to retire.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 22:07:19 GMT -5
( I'm an idiot, that never happened XD shh, lies XD welcome nettle! your forms are fine! shall add now plum [adorable name btw] is welcome to be a harbinger and that's no problem with me myst I haven't a clue what to call you XD do you have a preference?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 22:21:29 GMT -5
(yeah that's fine with me no worries)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 22:39:14 GMT -5
(ooh nettle, could plum be colt's father?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 22:48:37 GMT -5
(Oh yeah, that'd be cool :O It's late where I am and I'm going to bed soon so I'l reply to one of your starter in the morning! :>)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 22:51:04 GMT -5
(Fantastic! and no worries sleep well)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 23:13:01 GMT -5
(... I am equal parts intrigued and terrified by this suggestion XD I mean sure, I wouldn't hve a problem with it, and it could be an interesting thing to roleplay)[/sub
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 23:18:17 GMT -5
(no problem XD It will definitley be interesting, I'll give you that much)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 23:21:14 GMT -5
(no worries, good night )
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Sept 13, 2018 1:42:02 GMT -5
Dapplefeather, Dapplefeather is a relatively largely built, long-haired, Maine Coon, with relatively average paws for her size. Her eyes are those of one's who you might become lost in. Her iris's are of a dark navy blue color at seems to hold an endless ocean abyss. Around her pupils lightly scattered are golden flecks, enhancing the mysterious aura her eyes originally hold. She is very persistent in keeping her pelt shiny and tidy. Her pelt primarily consists mostly of an off-white cream color, with light fawn colored paws speckled with white on her toes. Dark stone grey speckles splatter lightly along the middle of her back and fade into her flanks the further they spread down. Her tail is long and quite plumey to say the least, being a light off-white cream and ending with a fawn tail tip and hint of grey speckles among it. Twistedheart Warrior/Allies Bloodlines/Relationships In Darkness We Thrived
Silverstorm, Large maine coon. He stands a bit larger than your average maine coon tom. Silverstorm has bright, electric amber eyes, that tend to burn right into you with intensity. It's definitely one of the aspects that makes him look rather intimidating. His coat is long, thick, and fluffy keeping him rather warm in the winter moons, and making him die of heat exhaust at any another time of the year. He has a light gray base coat with intense darker gray markings of your typical tabby with a white mane that fluffs up around his neck. His underbelly, chest and tail tip is white. He has light gray toes, and splotches the run underneath his belly as if it was mud stuck in his silky white fur. Twistedheart Warrior/Harbringer Bloodlines/Relationships In Darkness We Thrived
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 5:08:32 GMT -5
(welcome 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 †! minor problem with your form but otherwise your ok. the harbingers are meant to be starclan cats?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 9:51:27 GMT -5
(so I had an idea ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע - what if wolf and colt are siblings? interesting rivalry there?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 10:03:25 GMT -5
( dude, ask me anything. if its cool I'll likely do it XD awesome!)
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