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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 14:36:21 GMT -5
When the stars fell we persisted. When the skies darkened we survived. When the earth cracked we persevered. But what we couldn't survive was the threat which came from within. That ill preparation would be our downfall.
StarClan abandoned us. That cold truth much of the clan has since come to terms with, whilst forcefully. The sun went dim and the skies turned cold. Whilst the sun has since returned to its glow, the voices of the ancestors who once guided us are gone. And this loss has left the Clan divided. Whilst some claim we should continue as before, certain that StarClan will return to our skies, others argue its hopeless. All the while something far darker has been implanting seeds of something far darker within the minds of the Clan, and time will only tell just how much longer we can last before our rifts become irreparable.
Please bare in mind that the failure to abide by my rules will result in a strike against your name in the member's section, should you gain three strikes you will be asked to leave and have your characters deleted. If the 'crime' is serious enough, you will be deleted immediately and reported. i. Forum Rules. The rules enforced by the forum are there for a reason, and the failure to follow them will not be tolerated.
ii. Literacy. Please understand that it is my intention for EstuaryClan to be a literate roleplay, hence, if you don't feel capable of achieving a minimum of 5 lines worth of roleplay per character written about, unfortunately I fear this might not be the thread for you.
iii. Activity. You are not expected to be on every minute of every day, however, I do ask that you maintain a reasonable degree of activity on this clan. Especially where you intend to join as a character key to the clan, please be on at least 4 days a week to roleplay here.
iv. Joining. Thanks for getting this far through my rules! Should you wish to join this little clan, I would like to ask a couple of things first. On initial joining, please join with two characters, one of each gender and then continuing attempting to maintain a balanced gender ratio amongst your characters. For every two characters you make, please have the third be leaning towards the Dark Forest to help with evenness for when the plot comes into fruition. Lastly, so I know you have read my rules, please include Ancient Shadows somewhere in your form.
v. Characters Oh the wonderful creatures with which we craft our stories. Whilst I hope to let members instil some degree of artistic license into your characters, I do ask you try to maintain some realism in your roleplay and your characters. i.e. no Mary Sue's, no cat colours that wouldn't exist, i.e. purple socks. Though I like interesting cat names, please try to ensure they are at least reasonable, i.e. no Sofawhisker's or Britainpad.
vi. Bloodlines. Admittedly this is a rule stolen from my research looking into other existing and previous clans, so I lay no claims to it but felt it was a good idea. As to help with the development of the clan, as it is meant to have existed a reasonable length of time. Please find family members for your cats amongst the clan's existing allegiances, i.e. where your cats share familiar traits with another member's, ask if they can share a bloodline. Whilst I wont make you, I thought it might be interesting to develop that sort of dynamic. However, please don't join as members of your own family.
Name, Please write a paragraph description of your cat's appearance and personality. Screenname Rank Relationships, Littermates, etc. Other
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 14:43:15 GMT -5
Set on the hilly terrain of the Lake District in the north of England, a large part of the day to day lives of EstuaryClan is trekking across the great span of our territory. The result of this is that for the most part, the clan is made up of larger built cats with muscular forms providing the stamina and strength needed in order to survive in our homes on a day to day basis. Due to the common coldness of the lands we inhabit, rain, wind and even snow making itself a known feature in nearly every day of life on the fells and moors. EstuaryClan have adapted to carry a thicker coat upon our larger frames, well adapted to keep out the bitter cold and harsh winds. As to blend in with the dark greys, browns and greens of the wilderness around us, it is most suitable for a cat of ours to carry coats of similar colours, or at least ones in dark shades of colours. The result of this is that the most common pelts found amongst our group are blacks, greys, browns and russets and pretty much everything in between. We don't carry a single common marking trait, so tabbies, spotteds and calicos as well as cats with solid pelts are common sights to see darting across the moors and beside the lakes. Our cats are hardy in nature and as persistent as the howling winds marking our home. Life here is difficult, the threats constant and non relenting and as a result we have adapted to be just as resilient as they are. From the outside we might not come across as the most friendly looking group of cats, and in honesty that is a reasonable assumption. However, among themselves our clan are loyal and tight knit, building the weak into something stronger and priding themselves on being able to drag themselves out of even the deepest of shadows.
For the most part, the history of EstuaryClan is an unimportant. Its origins are in a trio of rogues, Dawn, Thistle and Clover, who came together during leafbare in an attempt to better survive the harsh season and hopeful avoid starvation. What was meant to be a temporary situation for the sheer purposes of survival turned into something none of them expected. The trio became our first Leader, Deputy and Medicine Cat, and soon other cats grouped to the Clan and their newly claimed territory, and soon what was three became a dozen, and only continued growing more and more until the clan is as it stands today many generations later. Where its story grows more notable begins just over a season ago. Where the skies went dark, the reason for this is unknown to this day, but the consequences are all too apparent in its aftermath. Since that time, the stars - our anscestors, haven't said a word. Silent during the time they are most needed, it has torn the clan apart as opinions differ on what should be done now. But there is one thing most agree upon. StarClan have abandoned us.
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 17:07:57 GMT -5
Set within the depths of the Lake District of England, the clan's home is surrounded by wilderness and is largely isolated from the world outside its confines. The landscape is harsh, hence its wildlife is equally so. Common sightings include deer and large birds of prey. Animals of the more edible variety include mice, hares and rabbits, as well as a variety of smaller birds and squirrels found in the handful of woodlands lacing the hilly terrain and of course the fish, toads and frogs from our lakes. There are potential threats, however, including foxes, badgers and poisonous snakes. However, our clan is equally as hardy as its surroundings, so we aren't put off by the sight of potential threat. Bubbling Brook. A popular fishing spot which cuts through our land, it is a slow flowing body of water linking a small lake and the ocean and is home to a variety of fish as well as frogs and toads on the banks. Northern Peak. Our territories tallest point, and whilst it is rather the trek in order to reach it, the journey is worth it not only for the woodland topping its hills, but the rather beautiful sights surrounding it. Northern Woodland. A small woodland atop the Northern Peak, and within its depths one will find the Moonstone, otherwise known as EstuaryClan's point of connection with the ancestors, though recently it has been rendered useless due to their silence. Rock Paths. Strange paths seemingly placed by twolegs made not of the soft turf found around the rest of the territory but a terrain which is harsh underfoot. However, they make up quick shortcuts to key parts of the territory, but are only used at night or early morning. The Estuary. The landmark from which the clan gains its name, it is a large inlet coming from the ice cold sea which settles itself among the hills and provides the camp with water for those unable to make the journey for water elsewhere. Winding Beach. The largest portion of the beach extends from each end of the border, it winds left and right all the way through the eastern side of the territory. It is a rocky beach so is best tread by tough paws.
Well isolated and managing to keep itself sheltered from the elements thanks to the hills surrounding it. We make our home in a small valley surrounded by hills, bordered by a small woodland making allowing for hunts close to home ideal for new apprentices and the estuary runs close enough to provide water to our cats. Leader's Den. The clan's leader makes their home within what was once a badger den and is home to multiple chambers, namely the medicine cat. Though it is a small den, it is cosy and ideal for a leader and their family. Medicine Cat Den. The healer, apprentice and patients can be found close to the leader's den, in a similar style but larger it is a large chamber within the badger's den, with crevices in the walls to provide nooks and crannies for herbs. Warrior's Den. EstuaryClan's largest den, it is found within a great thicket of brambles which have been long picked of the prickles as to prevent unnecessary injuries. It laces the eastern side of the camp and helps provide somewhat of a border. Apprentice's Den. Though simplistic in style it suits the purpose of providing shelter for the warriors in training of the clan, the young cats make their home within a dip in the camp ground, its entrance largely covered by reeds and moss to prevent. Nursery. At the heart of camp and best protected is the den for the clan's newest members, in the form of an unrooted tree made hollow to provide shelter for the queens and kits. Elder's Den. For cats who have decided to leave service as warriors or medicine cats, can find their comfortable den within the roots of a small birch tree within camp near the nursery.
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 17:34:32 GMT -5
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Pewterstar, built like a brick wall and quite capable of hitting just like one, this tom is an intimidating creature to look at. Cloaked with fur of dark, smokey grey turning into wispy shades of paler grey and white at his underbelly and muzzle, his eyes are that of sunset gold, brightening the dark of the rest of his frame. He is a calm and level headed young cat, able to keep his head when others would be panicking and difficult to anger or annoy, though when a cat has truly brought out his temper, he will be certain to make it known. He isn't an easily forgiving cat, though he has a good heart he can hold a grudge like few others. Starlit
Fireblaze, Small in size, but with a big heart, Fireblaze is a messy furred, ginger tabby with various white patching in certain spots on his pelt. He has soft green eyes and a medium length pelt. He is missing his right ear, due to a past event. He has hearing problems in that ear, due to infection, resulting in it going dear. However, his other senses are sharp, and his other ear hears just fine. Fireblaze is a fatherly figure, with a fear of water, as he almost drowned when he was younger. Fireblaze is considerate, loving and caring, and doubts himself quite a bit. He prefers putting others before himself. Fireblaze is very loyal to his clan, and his family, always putting them first over himself. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊
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. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Medicine Cat Apprentice... Birchpaw, Birchpaw is a small, long-haired silver tabby with white from her muzzle, down the underside of her neck to her underbelly. She toes are also tipped in white. Her eyes are a dull greyish-green, but if you look close, you can see the spark of passion for her position in the clan that resides within the delicate-looking she-cat. Ancient Shadows. She has wanted to be a Medicine Cat since she first found out about the position and wants nothing more in her life than to help those in need. All-in-all, at the moment, Birchpaw is a tiny, quiet ball of fluffy fur, but she turns into a spitting whirlwind in defence of the patients she's trying so hard to learn to heal. Lycaonia
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 17:54:17 GMT -5
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Adderblaze, originally known as Stormpaw, he gained his new name and warrior name on the same day after saving a kitten from the blow of an adder by throwing himself in the way of the bite. Fortunately he was saved from the poison by a quick acting medicine cat, and the kitten owed the brave apprentice her life. He is a dark furred tom cat, mostly white in colour save for splotches of ginger and pale brown especially around the legs, tail and across one ear. His eyes are a dark green colour, like the fresh grass during greenleaf. He is a brave and confident young tom, rather cocky and quick to throw himself into dangerous situations. Starlit
Ashleap, Ashleap is a large, sturdy and broad black and white tom with yellow-amber eyes and a long haired pelt. He is pretty strong and kind of enjoys a challenge. Despite looking muscular, and like a tough warrior, Ashleap is kind, loving and loyal, and always is concerned for his fellow clan-mates well being. He enjoys playing with the kits, and helping with the apprentices. He isn't fatherly to everyone, but he does have consideration for everyone. When he needs to be, he can be aggressive, and snappy, but that's only when needed. Fallowsong has slipped her way into his heart, and he melts around her with every purr. He tries to keep himself together, but hey, true love does it's duty. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊
Aspenshade, Long-furred tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with almond-shaped amber eyes. She has a long, plumy tail that she struggles to keep clean. Aspenshade is a rather ornery she-cat with a quick wit and sharp mouth. This is however due to her high anxiety and OCD where she needs to be in constant control. I pity the cat that asks to be her apprentice. Stormflood
Cindercreek, Cindercreek is a massive tom, built for brute force and covered in a pelt of dark ash. He does have a few lighter spots on him, but for the most part Cindercreek is an Estuaryclan cat through and through. He has golden amber eyes that, despite their warm color, could send chills down the spine of most any cat. Cindercreek is a very manipulative, bloodthirsty tom. He is cold-hearted and reserved, often looking down on others for their 'weakness'. Despite his harsh nature, he doesn't hate kits, because he sees them as potential. He isn't the type to see love as a weakness - instead, he views it as nature's greatest strength. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ »
Eveningpelt, Small, lithe dark ginger she-cat. Eveningpelt's undercoat is far darker than her top coat, creating an illusion of silky twilight when she stalks. What she lacks in size she makes up for in intelligence. Not one to mince words she carefully calculates her thoughts and the possible ways a conversation could progress before deciding on how to proceed. Sharply inquisitive green eyes complete her look. Stormflood
Fellflower, long legged and thick coated with a pelt of predominantly black colouring, but splashed with blossom like markings of orange and white all over her back and body, especially across her face, looking like a broken mask across her expression. Her pelt is feathered, meaning it hangs from her frame especially at the tail, eartips and around her legs, and is especially soft to the touch adding to the rather feminine quality of this tall warrior. Her eyes are lit with a chestnut brown colour. She is a sharp witted and silver tongued young warrior, good humoured but quick to lose her patience at times and she is more than happy to point out another's downfalls, however, she is a loyal friend. Starlit
Laurelstep, Laurelstep is a bright white tom with large ears, a narrow face, and wide blue eyes. He's not tall, but definitely lanky, and looks like he never eats. This tom is very nervous and doesn't like to speak up. He's very intelligent and is good at strategizing a perfect pounce or effective battle plan, but he'd be too afraid to talk about it or suggest a plan to someone. He finds it hard to talk casually and make friends, but he tries his best, even if it ends up being awkward. He also gets embarrassed easy and will overthink if he's not careful. However, when it comes down to it, he will instinctively do what he needs to in battle. ✨ nissabug ✨
Palesky, Palesky is a dilute tortoiseshell with a white chest and paws, and round green eyes. She's a large she-cat, although she looks even bigger with her long coat and tufted tail and face. Despite her size, this she-cat is sweet and gentle, with enough patience to wait out nine lives. She would never mean ill intent, and puts her Clanmates' needs before her own. Her kindness is easy to take advantage of, making her gullible to things she won't immediately look into. But don't let her meek demeanor fool you, as she still has bulk, muscle, and a strong fighting spirit for what she believes. ✨ nissabug ✨
Pierceclaw, Intimidatingly large dark brown tabby tom. He's missing half of his right ear from a long ago scrap and a large scar runs across his left shoulder from a newer fight. His black tabby stripes are zig-zagged in shape and run like lightning bolts throughout his pelt. He has longer claws than most cats (hence his name) and even larger paws. Ice blue eyes complete his striking appearance but if you look closely, you'll find them full of warmth. While one would think that he'd be the type of cat to attack first think second he's definitely not. He has a deep compassion for his clan and rarely gets into fights unless his morals are provoked. He has a soft spot for kits and hopes to be a father one day. Stormflood
Rabbitleap, Rabbitleap is a short, thin, light brown spotted tabby tom with a talent for running and jumping. His eyes are a dark, rich brown that always seem to be watching those around him with suspicion. Ancient Shadows. He's a rather plain, forgettable tom who is often overlooked when it comes to the important things. While an excellent hunter, he's an average fighter at best and wants, craves, being stronger. While he does love his clan, most days he doesn't particularly like them. Lycaonia
Ravenshadow, Ravenshadow is a spindly black tom, long legged and thin, with small orange eyes. One of his ears has a nick from his days as a loner, when he fought with another tom long ago, and on his jaw is a small patch of whitish-gray fur. Ravenshadow was not born in the clan, he joined later after spending most of his life as a loner in a twoleg town. He came to the wilderness hoping to have a life away from the constant buzz and rush from the twoleg cities and far from the narrow-minded and territorial toms and the pretty but empty she-cats he used to live among. He came to the Clan in the dead of winter, starving and dreadfully ill, and if he had not crossed the patrol when he did, he would have succumbed to his illness soon after. Because he was born far away from the Clan, this means he is well-traveled and he has seen and lived through much, though he generally keeps tight-lidded about anything concerning his life. Ravenshadow mostly likes to keep to himself, and he is not bad at holding a conversation, but he won't start them without having a good reason to. That's not to say he doesn't appreciate other cats and their company, but he was a loner for most of his life, and habits are hard to kick. He's jaded and somewhat cynical, not taking anything at face value and preferring to have more information before he forms an opinion on anything. He's careful and cautious, mulling his options over before taking a chance. He's stealthy, and, true to his name, he keeps in the shadows and walks among them effortlessly, making him an excellent hunter in the forest and a potent enemy (but fishing is completely out of his league; he splashes everything and usually a fishing trip with him ends in anyone close to him wet to the bone, including himself). Though he still lives and thinks like a loner, he holds a deep appreciation to his Clan. He is very grateful for allowing him to live among them and giving him a life worth fighting for, and as such is very loyal to it. Dawnmoss
Timberfall, Timberfall is a large molly by any standards, with a thick golden brown tabby pelt, and black ear tips, toes, and lynx tufts. She has pale green eyes and a laugh that's contagious. She loves to have fun and go on adventures, but she's still a very motherly cat. She is the type to dare someone to climb a tree, and then worry about them the entire way up. Timberfall tends to be quite naive, and trusts too easily, but she has good intentions and would never hurt a soul unless it was absolutely necessary. Whether rain or shine, Timberfall is the cat to go to when you need a paw, because she loves to help others. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ »
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. 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. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Wheatpetal, Sweet and motherly this young warrior is. She has a long pelt, that is a pattered brown and white tabby in color. She has soft green eyes, and black tipped ears. With her white socks and petite frame, Wheatpetal is a loving and motherly kind of molly, with a snappy and aggressive side. She hates fighting, but, being in a clan, she tries her hardest. Obviously, she wouldn't be a warrior if she hadn't done her best. Wheatpetal prefers running and being in the open over anything else. She loves kits and caring for them, though she cares for pretty much every cat in the clan, despite her young age. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊
Wiltedrose, an older warrior, she was named at birth for the unusual manner of her ears. She has a genetic problem which means her ears don't stand upright, but fall forwards at the point, a little like a flower beginning to wilt at the stem, i.e. her name. Her fur is a dark, mouse brown colour, striped down the spine with a line of black which repeats down her ribs and at each paw. Her eyes are a dark, bluish grey colour tinted ever so slightly with silver. Despite being an older cat, she has a ever youthful heart and loves to tell stories which she often elaborates but few mind as they are usually entertaining. She has a good heart, but is a often too quick to open it to others. Starlit
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. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
Bloomingpaw, Bloomingpaw is a small but sturdy chocolate calico. Most of her fur is brown, with splashes of white and orange markings only on her face and tail. She has round features and short legs that make her constantly quick-walk to match steps with cats. She loves to talk about anything and everything, and enjoys making friends. Even though she likes listening to her friends and their secrets, she has a hard time keeping them and tends to blab, so it's not recommended to tell her anything like that. She's very energetic and happy to be helping her Clanmates, devoted to being the best warrior she can be. ✨ nissabug ✨
Snowpaw, Also small in stature, Snowpaw is a long haired molly with white fur and heterochromia eyes- one being green and the other a pale blue. Snowpaw has a soft pink nose, and white tufted ears. Her ears are rounded, and her tail is long and fluffy. She is plain and simply put: full of herself. She thinks she is the best of the best, and tends to boast and try to one up her fellow apprentices. Despite this, she is loyal to her clan and family, and loves playing with the kits in the clan. Snowpaw is very energetic and adventurous, and constantly gets in trouble, leading many to believe her warrior ceremony will be delayed. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊
Sorrelpaw, Sorrelpaw is a small, short-furred, gray tabby she-cat. Starting from right above her nose is a delicate white line which ends in a wide diamond shape just between her emerald green eyes. Her small white paws give the impression of seeming to have white cotton balls for paws, white and round and soft, nevermind the sharp little claws (which are seldom used for anything other than hunting or tapping anything that catches her fancy). In fact, Sorrelpaw actually looks kind of adorable and out of place. Her cheerful and generally friendly disposition strengthens this image. She can be summed up as an absolute sweetheart, being friendly to everyone she meets and polite, sometimes even shy, to her superiors. A wide-eyed optimist, she is always ready to believe the best out of every cat, with a strong sense for what is right and wrong. Having seen and lived little of the harshness of reality and the cruelties of life, she believes everyone has the capacity to do good if they just stay on the right path. She loves hearing stories of any kind, legends and myths and history, but especially she loves stories that have a fantastical sense to them, and she loves imagining heroes of old battling against evil. The world seems magical to her, and she carries this sense of wonder and beauty for it wherever she goes, often getting distracted by the beauty of a birds wings, or the delicacy of a butterfly's flight, or the sweet smell of flowers in spring. Sorrelpaw is a cat who simply appreciates the good things in life and believes wholeheartedly in the goodness of others. Dawnmoss
Sunpaw, Sunpaw is a tall tom, with thick, messy fur and a knack for getting stuck in places too small for him. He's a pale ginger tabby, with a white chin, chest, and upper legs. His eyes are a pale greenish-amber, and his fur is almost always settled haphazardly, not matter how much he tries to tame it. Sunpaw is a very ambitious tom, determined and prideful. He's a huge flirt, and loves to charm anyone he can. He's easily flustered, however, and should the attention be turned back on him, he'd probably melt. He's a sweet tom, but he can be a bit impulsive, and tends not to think things through before he does them. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ »
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 17:58:42 GMT -5
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Fallowsong, Fallowsong is a gentle soul, as soft as her pelt and as complex as well. Her base coat is a mixture of whites and grays, splashed with pale blacks and gingers. The silver tortoiseshell molly is small and lithe, but appears bigger than she is due to her feathery coat. Her eyes are a soft green, and always full of compassion. Fallowsong is a sweet cat, very timid and submissive. She's more likely to compromise than she is to stand up for what she wants. Fallowsong spends all of her time, because an accident in just after her warrior ceremony left her blind. Due to her motherly nature, she was allowed to become a sort of midwife to the queens. Now that she is an official queen herself, she is anxious to get through it without problems. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ »
Poppythorn, Poppythorn is a tall, willowy dilute calico Queen with deep, hooded amber eyes. Her short fur is mostly cream, with patches of a dusty blue-grey and a white underbelly and legs. She was a reserved but quick-thinking warrior before she became a Queen. She's an intelligent she-cat, but has a tendency to be a bit too sharp and sarcastic. She has little time or patience for bragging or laziness and plans to go straight back to warrior duties once her kits become apprentices. That's not to say she isn't happy she's having kits, Poppythorn is definitely looking forward to being a mother, she's just practical enough to know that staying in the Queen's den any longer than necessary would quickly drive her crazy. Lycaonia
Sweetpetal, Short-furred light brown tabby she-cat. She has a white underbelly that extends up her neck, chest and chin- but leaving her muzzle a darker brown. She has dark brown points (tail, paws and muzzle) as well as a soft pink nose. She has kind blue eyes and soft tufted ears. Sweetpetal is as you'd expect from her name- sweet. However, she's never been "important" before and so when the prophecy states that that's what she'll be- she readily takes to her role as a Dark Forest cat. No matter the fact that her mate has already been killed. In the end, she shows her true colors as being selfish and vain. Stormflood
Kits, please don't join as a motherless kit or all of your own litter. @screenname
Sparrowfight, he is a large, short-haired, dark brown tom with solid-coloured fur and bright green eyes. His hips were crushed and never healed properly, so he was confined to the Elder's den at just 34 moons old. Ancient Shadows. With regular, gentle exercise, Sparrowflight has gotten to the point where he can walk without pain, but running hurts a lot and he can only just barely jump. He can be snappish in winter when the cold makes his injuries ache, but is generally good-natured most of the time. He's a little bitter at his circumstances, but loves his clan and tries to put on a happy face. Lycaonia
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 18:00:34 GMT -5
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StarClan Member, open, feel free to join as, NPC for the most part but helpful for clan history. @screenname
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 Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 18:18:23 GMT -5
Where you currently find the roleplay is in the moon prior to the sun going dark, i.e. the solar eclipse but of course our lovely cats aren't aware of this fact. When the plotline begins happening, in other words when this roleplay garners some attention in regards to members in the event this doesn't fall flat on its face, cats begin to become fearful of the fact the ancestors have ceased all manner of communication. Unknown to the cats, civil war is occuring in the stars overhead, as cats of the dark forest do everything in their power to take over the skies, and cats recruited into those dark ranks begin trying to convince cats of EstuaryClan to do just the same. Some agree, believing that Pewterstar has grown weak in refusing to expand the territory past its current borders, others simply in search of change for the very docile clan. Either way, a seed of darkness has been planted in all too many minds, and slowly but surely civil war begins to split the clan apart. And when finally the silence ceases, a dire warning is given to the clan in the form of a prophecy, and then nothing. But it may have come too late. Leader: The cat who gets overthrown and exiled, believed dead. Pewterstar - Starlit The Fallen: Father to the prophecy kits, @open. [Killed in the belief it will stop the kits being born, the mother is already pregnant.] The Mother: Mother to the prophecy kits. Sweetpetal - Stormflood . Our Saviours: x4 available, prophecy kits. @open [Stolen from their mother in hopes of raising the starclan's chosen to help in the dark forest's own plans, inspires rebellion from the inside and helps save the clan in short.] The Mentors: x3 available, @open. [StarClan cats pretending to be dark forest, teach the kits the ways of StarClan at the risk of their own lives.]
Dark Leader: Leader of the dark forest and eventually EstuaryClan. Cindercree -ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » . Recruiters: x6 available, early members of the dark forest. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Allies: members of the dark forest. @open. [cats who alliance themselves with the dark forest in general]
Please bare in mind that in order for drama to truly go down, ideally the number of dark forest cats need to outnumber the good, at least for now. So try to have a couple of dark cats to make it seem at least somewhat logical that such could happen.
Relationships and Bloodlines...
Mentors, Aspenshade mentors Sunpaw. Wiltedrose mentors Snowpaw. Timberfall mentors Sorrelpaw.
Bloodlines, Aspenshade and Poppythorn are sisters. Cindercreek and Pewterstar are brothers.
Mates, Pewterstar is the mate of Poppythorn. Ashleap is the mate of Fallowsong.
Starlit , Pewterstar, Adderblaze, Fellflower and Wiltedrose. Lycaonia , Birchpaw, Rabbitleap, Poppythorn and Sparrowflight. Stormflood , Aspenshade, Eveningpelt, Pierceclaw and Sweetpetal. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » , Cindercreek, Timberfall, Sunpaw and Fallowsong. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 , Fireblaze, Ashleap, Wheatpetal and Snowpaw. Dawnmoss , Ravenshadow and Sorrelpaw. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע , Bramblesplinter, Vervainwilt, Wolfsneeze.
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 18:19:13 GMT -5
Open, please pretty please join, I know I'm new but I've worked hard and would love to make friends!!!
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Sept 30, 2018 19:44:23 GMT -5
Greetings Starlit, I wanted to make a queen and was wondering if you would be interested in either of your toms being the father/her mate? Also, I'd like to be the Med Cat Apprentice, if that's alright ^^
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 19:45:29 GMT -5
omsc a member omsc a member omsc a member, play it cool, play it cool! Of course you'd be welcome to it and I'd be happy with either tom being the mate
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 19:56:08 GMT -5
Sounds good to me
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Sept 30, 2018 20:46:17 GMT -5
Birchpaw, Birchpaw is a small, long-haired silver tabby with white from her muzzle, down the underside of her neck to her underbelly. She toes are also tipped in white. Her eyes are a dull greyish-green, but if you look close, you can see the spark of passion for her position in the clan that resides within the delicate-looking she-cat. Ancient Shadows. She has wanted to be a Medicine Cat since she first found out about the position and wants nothing more in her life than to help those in need. All-in-all, at the moment, Birchpaw is a tiny, quiet ball of fluffy fur, but she turns into a spitting whirlwind in defence of the patients she's trying so hard to learn to heal. Lycaonia Medicine Cat Apprentice Open for Family. Birchpaw is just seven moons old, not long into her apprenticeship. Poppythorn, Poppythorn is a tall, willowy dilute calico Queen with deep, hooded amber eyes. Her short fur is mostly cream, with patches of a dusty blue-grey and a white underbelly and legs. She was a reserved but quick-thinking warrior before she became a Queen. She's an intelligent she-cat, but has a tendency to be a bit too sharp and sarcastic. She has little time or patience for bragging or laziness and plans to go straight back to warrior duties once her kits become apprentices. That's not to say she isn't happy she's having kits, Poppythorn is definitely looking forward to being a mother, she's just practical enough to know that staying in the Queen's den any longer than necessary would quickly drive her crazy. Lycaonia Queen Open for Family. Mate is Pewterstar. Poppythorn is most of the way through her pregnancy, but should still be over a week from kitting. Ancient Shadows. She will be having three kits who will be open for roleplaying. Rabbitleap, Rabbitleap is a short, thin, light brown spotted tabby tom with a talent for running and jumping. His eyes are a dark, rich brown that always seem to be watching those around him with suspicion. Ancient Shadows. He's a rather plain, forgettable tom who is often overlooked when it comes to the important things. While an excellent hunter, he's an average fighter at best and wants, craves, being stronger. While he does love his clan, most days he doesn't particularly like them. Lycaonia Warrior Open for Family/Mate. He's unhappy with Pewterstar's decision not to expand clan borders and couldn't really care less about the loss of Starclan. He just wants some recognition. Sparrowflight, Sparrowflight is a large, short-haired, dark brown tom with solid-coloured fur and bright green eyes. His hips were crushed and never healed properly, so he was confined to the Elder's den at just 34 moons old. Ancient Shadows. With regular, gentle exercise, Sparrowflight has gotten to the point where he can walk without pain, but running hurts a lot and he can only just barely jump. He can be snappish in winter when the cold makes his injuries ache, but is generally good-natured most of the time. He's a little bitter at his circumstances, but loves his clan and tries to put on a happy face. Lycaonia Elder Open for Family. Sparrowflight's hips were crushed by a badger when he was in a group trying to drive away one that had wandered too close to camp.
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 20:56:19 GMT -5
The member is quite welcome to choose name! Shall finish adding and then we can roleplay if you’d like
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Post by Starlit on Sept 30, 2018 21:01:15 GMT -5
no problem! See you then
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Post by Stormflood on Sept 30, 2018 23:08:03 GMT -5
Aspenshade Long-furred tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with almond-shaped amber eyes. She has a long, plumy tail that she struggles to keep clean. Aspenshade is a rather ornery she-cat with a quick wit and sharp mouth. This is however due to her high anxiety and OCD where she needs to be in constant control. I pity the cat that asks to be her apprentice. Stormflood Medicine CatOpen to family members- however, she's not the type of cat to have a forbidden love affair so no kits for her Definitely a StarClan member, she would see the Dark Forest Cats as annoyance and ignore it because the thought of them doing anything to hurt her clan is just too much and she'd shut down PierceclawIntimidatingly large dark brown tabby tom. He's missing half of his right ear from a long ago scrap and a large scar runs across his left shoulder from a newer fight. His black tabby stripes are zig-zagged in shape and run like lightning bolts throughout his pelt. He has longer claws than most cats (hence his name) and even larger paws. Ice blue eyes complete his striking appearance but if you look closely, you'll find them full of warmth. While one would think that he'd be the type of cat to attack first think second he's definitely not. He has a deep compassion for his clan and rarely gets into fights unless his morals are provoked. He has a soft spot for kits and hopes to be a father one day. Stormflood Senior WarriorOpen to family members & mates- he can eventually have kits just not at the beginning of the clan StarClan member! (Don't worry I'm making more cats for the Dark Forest) I'd like it if he could be one of the mentors who "works" for the Dark Forest but is secretly trying to help out StarClan EveningpeltSmall, lithe dark ginger she-cat. Eveningpelt's undercoat is far darker than her top coat, creating an illusion of silky twilight when she stalks. What she lacks in size she makes up for in intelligence. Not one to mince words she carefully calculates her thoughts and the possible ways a conversation could progress before deciding on how to proceed. Sharply inquisitive green eyes complete her look. Stormflood WarriorOpen to family members & mate DarkForest Cat, possibly even a recruiter SweetpetalShort-furred light brown tabby she-cat. She has a white underbelly that extends up her neck, chest and chin- but leaving her muzzle a darker brown. She has dark brown points (tail, paws and muzzle) as well as a soft pink nose. She has kind blue eyes and soft tufted ears. Sweetpetal is as you'd expect from her name- sweet. However, she's never been "important" before and so when the prophecy states that that's what she'll be- she readily takes to her role as a Dark Forest cat. No matter the fact that her mate has already been killed. In the end, she shows her true colors as being selfish and vain. Stormflood QueenOpen to family members & mate (also kits) The Mother in the prophecy (so definitely Dark Forest) and if you want to kill her- be my guest, she's awful anyway lol ((I think I did this right? If not just lmk and I'll change whatever you need me to
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Post by Starlit on Oct 1, 2018 6:42:59 GMT -5
welcome storm! Shall add when I’m home later
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Post by Starlit on Oct 1, 2018 7:02:41 GMT -5
sorry storm I just noticed, but kanti has already claimed medicine cat.
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Post by Stormflood on Oct 1, 2018 9:26:00 GMT -5
((Oh sorry! I was confused because the position still says open Aspenshade can be a younger warrior then
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Post by Starlit on Oct 1, 2018 12:08:01 GMT -5
Admittedly I had forgotten so you have my apologies on that note, but all added. Shall get some starters up in an hour or so, I’ll let someone else see if they’d like to be the father before I offer one of my toms storm as I already have a key role.
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Post by Stormflood on Oct 1, 2018 13:23:33 GMT -5
(( Lycaonia I'm down for that
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Post by Starlit on Oct 1, 2018 14:28:41 GMT -5
(back! sorry it took my far longer to get what I'd been doing finished than I thought it would - getting starters up right now!)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 1, 2018 15:26:44 GMT -5
Pewterstar - - - EstuaryClan Leader; Camp, With whom, @open. For once as dawn broke over the fells and lakes of EstuaryClan territory, rain didn't come with it. Instead, the land was lit with a watery golden glow of early morning light, waking the inhabitants of the world from their dozes as they prepared to go about their days. However, one notable figure was not to be found amongst the confines of camp, not yet at least. The muscular tom cat known as the Clan's leader prowled about the northern fells. So far his hunt had gained a range of success, he'd managed the hare for which he had initially journeyed from camp - a favourite of his very pregnant mate, but after that luck hadn't been his. And slowly but surely he realised he would soon have to return to camp, with rather meagre findings. I should be doing better than this, he growled though the only things around him to hear it seemed was the wind and the birds, neither of which seemed to pay him all too much attention. Leaffall had only just broken, and if even the leader was already failing in his hunts, it didn't show great prospects for the hardships to come. Pushing the less than enthusiastic thoughts from his mind, the muscled tom cat turned for the direction of camp. Pausing for a moment as he took in his surroundings, careful for potential threats which might have been hiding amidst the shadows of the territory. But was thankful that for now he saw none, hence with no hesitation, Pewterstar lifted his prey up and made for camp. Knowing he had a mate to feed, and a camp to oversee in their early morning duties. Soon his paws were on the familiar paths that had been long worn down by hundreds of steps before him and no doubt thousands to come once he was gone. And not long after he was within the valley in which the camp was set, entering the small valley he pressed on towards the centre of camp. Flaring his nostrils as he took in the scents of the world around him, taking careful note of who was awake and who was yet to rouse. He nodded greetings to those mulling around in search of directions, but for now gave none. He'd spent fair moons caring for his clan, this morning of all mornings he could at least spend some time with the shecat that would soon bare his kits. Deciding the hare would likely feed both queens well enough, heavy with unborn litters as they might be the animal was plump enough. He turned in the direction of the nursery, pausing at the entrance. He searched the air again and found that his mate was indeed still in its confines, and called out with a carefully quiet tone of voice. "Might I come in?" even in his attempts to be somewhat quiet, he couldn't help the natural boom his voice usually carried.
Adderblaze - - - EstuaryClan Warrior; Camp, With whom, @open. To the disdain of an especially cocky young tom cat, when he awoke only he was amidst the living for the time being. Everyone else either in the depths of sleep in their nests, or having left camp earlier that morning. Though he preferred to believe the former, given his egotistical tendencies he struggled to imagine another warrior might have been so capable as to wake up at such an early hour as he had done. Even at a young age, he was of course the best that EstuaryClan had to offer, most days the handsome tom struggled to understand why Pewterstar kept hold of his position, given that there were far better cats, namely me, who could have done the job far better. Choosing not to dally on the ineptitude of he who called himself clan leader, Adderblaze slunk from the shadows of the warriors den and into the open of early morning camp. His whiskers twitching as a gentle breeze drifted through camp, but otherwise the weather seemed especially reasonable. At least duties wouldn't be the usual drag they were when the weather took on its more normal form, in other words bitter winds and icy rain. The turf underfoot would likely still be wet from recent rains, but there were few things less annoying than being on patrol as the elements seemed to be doing everything in their powers to hurl the patrol from the fell tops. But before he could even contemplate doing fantastically in his duties as a warrior, first there was a more pushing issue. The hunger which seemed to be rumbling deep from with his stomach, hence he turned for the fresh kill pile, and began to hungrily sift through its contents until he could find something worthy of a warrior of his standard. Does anyone else in this clan actually do any work? Frustration darkened his thoughts at the unappealing sight which met him on reaching the fresh kill pile, dingy at best, stale at worst it did little to make his mouth water with anticipation at the thought of a meal. But satisfying his hunger right now took priority over whether or not it would make him ill. Eventually he picked a small sparrow to eat, not massive but it had a reasonable degree of meat on its bones and hence he decided for now it would suffice. It would fill his belly so that he could go and heroically restock the fresh kill pile, and then he could choose the best piece for himself surrounded by the praise of his clanmates. With little dignity, he tore into the fresh piece of prey like it was a foul enemy.
Fellflower - - - EstuaryClan Warrior; Camp, With whom, @open. Given half a chance, Fellflower would have slept in for at least a moon further. Her bones still ached from her efforts the dawn before, working to chase a fox which had come all too close to camp with the rest of her patrol. Their efforts had fortunately been successful, but their return back to camp had been a late one as their trek had reached deep within the fells and after a fight. All she had wanted was to curl up into the warmth of her nest, and sleep for the rest of eternity. Unfortunately, it seemed this morning wasn't going to be quite so kind as she was aroused from the depths of pitch black sleep into the world around her at the sound of a handful of thoughtless warriors gossiping nearby. Flashing her teeth somewhat ill naturedly, she rolled over, trying to burry her nose into the depths of her moss and praying that sleep would retake her. That or death so that she would be able to sleep in as much as she liked for the rest of time, but now she was awake there was an energy running through her veins that called at her to get up and do something. Hence, with a begrudging sigh, the long legged warrior lifted herself onto slender legs and pulled herself from her nest. Ears twitching with frustration, she left the warriors den with a lash of her dappled tail and into the open of camp. Blinking her eyes in an attempt to rid them of their sleep and the stinging from the early morning sun. She cast her gaze around camp, making the perhaps intelligent decision to avoid the cocky Adderblaze like greencough, she contemplated the fresh kill pile for a moment, but decided nothing took her fancy and hence she found a sunny spot in camp. And began to boredly groom her fur of the moss and burrs she'd forgotten to rid it of the night before, preferring to at least have something to do rather than sit in the midst of her boredom until some cat or another decided to break her from it. Until then she was quite happy to try and bring some warmth to her aching bones, not willing to offer herself up for work unless someone demanded it of her.
Wiltedrose - - - EstuaryClan Warrior; Camp, With whom, @open. The dark green grass of the camp was broken by the half dozing form of a dark russet brown warrior. The rising and falling of her bony flanks was the only indication that this figure was actually alive, for other wise she didn't move save for the wind which bristled through her fur every so often. The older warrior had always been a fan of sleeping beneath the stars, and the night before had been a relatively peaceful one hence she had taken what was becoming a rare opportunity. Soon enough the skies would be filled with dark grey clouds of rain and snowfall rarely parting to reveal sunlight, even when they did it never seemed as warm during the moons of leafbare. Whilst the hard hilly terrain wasn't the best for her ageing bones, the warrior appreciated the close feeling it left her to her ancestors, so in spite of the insistence of the medicine cat and apprentice, she continued with this habit regardless of their wishes. But the older warrior was roused from the world of chasing butterflies and mice in a peaceful landscape, to the bitter world around her by the sharp call of a songbird from somewhere overhead. Twitching her ears as her eyes broke open, she yawned. Stretching out with a rumbling purr, she kneaded her paws through the dew filled long grass of the turf underfoot. Stretching out until she felt the bones in her back crack beneath the effort and reveal herself somewhat of her aching. She sat up, wrapping her tail elegantly around her slender paws as she looked around camp with a degree of interest to her dark gaze. Nodding polite greeting to Pewterstar and Adderblaze as they crossed her path in quick concession, she smiled a little as she watched the proud leader merely flicker his gaze in her direction before hurrying in the direction of the nursery. She could barely blame him, if Wiltedrose was ever blessed with kits she would hope that her currently non existant mate would treat her with the same level of regard. Drawing her gaze from the leader's trotting form, she looked around camp with a tired yawn. Looking for something to do to pull her mind from the boredom and the ache for further sleep. Perhaps someone to chat to, she didn't have it in her just yet to even contemplate leaving the warm and safe confines of camp for the wilderness outside.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Oct 1, 2018 17:07:24 GMT -5
hi there! i was scrolling through fan clans whilst i wait for a helper to come back to our planning page, and this plot seems really cool! i was wondering if i could claim the dark forest leader? and a few other cats as well, of course ^.^ i read through your writing and it's very nice!
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Post by Starlit on Oct 1, 2018 17:19:18 GMT -5
Hiya! For starters I love your screenname so that's an immediate yes to any and all demands you have XD of course you'd be welcome here Kale! edit: apologies I hadn't noticed you preferred Kale over Khal, its a tendency to just shorten the screenname, I'll try to remember, sorry!
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