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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 19:33:27 GMT -5
Our story begins as all do: once, there was a cat.
No one knows his name now, or even if it was in fact a tom. Or, for that matter, if there was one cat or many. Our origins are unknown. But once, there was a cat, and then there was a group. A Clan. Perhaps their history was bloody and wrought with strife, or perhaps it was peaceful and serene. No one but StarClan knows now. We don't even know its name. What we do know, however, is that at some point there came upon this Clan a shadow.
His name was Raven, or at the very least, that was his prefix. He must have seemed like a good and loyal warrior, for in time, he grew in respect until he was chosen as deputy. Upon the death of the previous leader, he took their place, and hus he traveled to the sacred-place to speak with StarClan, where he was given nine lives with which to serve his Clan, and guide them with wisdom for many moons.
It was only now that his true intentions were revealed, as with the power granted to him by StarClan, matched by his natural prowess in combat, he was nigh immortal. Perhaps one life, or even two, was taken from him, but in time he and his cruel and loyal Warriors overcame those true to the warrior code, crushing out all resistance and taking the Clan and territory for themselves. Those who did not agree with their views, and express their same selfishness and cruelty, those cats were no longer warriors. Still, Ravenstar had use for them, and so he kept them trapped here in the valley, calling them "hunters" and stripping them of their Clan names. He forbade the speaking of the Clan's true name, and instead called it RavenClan. His Clan, through and through.
Thus it has been for many, many moons. How many, only Ravenstar himself knows, as he has outlived any who witnessed his rise to power. StarClan's blessing has become our curse, as now we must live in fear, waiting for time to take its toll. They say that he has lost lives- not to battle, but to things no cat can fight forever, such as age and illness. How many, though, we can only speculate, each generation hoping that they will live to see the end of Ravenstar's cruelty, and hoping that when he passes another shall not rise to take his place.
It is into this world now that you are born. Will you live the meek life of a hunter, obediently lowering your head to those above you? Will you give into violence and rise to the rank of warrior? Or will you stand up, resisting Ravenstar and his warriors' control? Will you allow this to continue, support it even, or will you become a part of the revolution?
A B O U T R A V E N C L A N
As mentioned in the introduction, RavenClan is not exactly an ordinary Clan. It has been ruled for a very long time by a vicious and cruel dictator known as Ravenstar, and certain practices have developed in order to keep him in power, and keep his subjects in line.
First, the warrior code has been completely abandoned, replaced instead by Ravenstar's own law. His laws are few and simple, but they will be detailed out later. Secondly, the ranks are a bit different. First, there is no deputy- that would imply that Ravenstar thought he was going to die at any point. There is also no medicine cat, as all communication with StarClan has been forbidden. Warriors are relatively normal, being trained from apprentices and having Clan names. However, only those who prove undeniably that they are loyal to Ravenstar, and are selfish and cruel themselves, are ever made into warriors. Occasionally, a warrior may live long enough to become an elder, but this is rare, as warriors fight frequently, and with no medicine cat death due to sickness is common. Warriors have two main duties: guarding the territory, and keeping hunters in line. The entire perimeter of the territory is constantly guarded by warriors, both to keep unwanted creatures like predators or rogues from getting in, as well as to keep hunters from getting out. It is the duty of the Overseer to account for all hunters; the Overseer is the cat who sends out hunting patrols (always with at least one warrior heading it), and gives hunters permission to perform tasks such as going to gather moss. The Overseer, it is important to note, is not the deputy- they merely oversee tasks that Ravenstar considers too unimportant to require his personal attention.
Finally, the lowest of the low are the hunters. Hunters are cats who are deemed too weak- physically or emotionally- to become warriors, or who are not "loyal" enough. Their only duty is to perform the mundane tasks in the Clan: maintenance of the camp and dens (apprentice duties, essentially), as well as hunt. They are servants through and through, their only purpose to serve Ravenstar and his warriors. Hunters are carefully controlled; they should always be accounted for by a warrior when they leave camp; if they are not specifically accompanied, they must have permission from the Overseer or another high-ranking warrior, and must return in a reasonable amount of time to avoid raising alarm. Hunters who try to escape the territory are more often than not killed harshly and made an example of, and those who take too long to perform tasks or leave the camp without permission are punished harshly. Hunters do not have any rank beside hunters: they are born hunters, they train hunters, and unless they prove themselves "worthy" to become a warrior, they die hunters. Hunters, unlike warriors and warrior apprentices, do not have Clan names- only prefixes. At times, these prefixes may change if Ravenstar deems it right, but this is fairly uncommon. Their names, given to them by Ravenstar himself, tend to be rather derogatory in nature, such as "Mud," "Tick," "Bug," or "Dirt." Some may have less insulting names, but it is rare for them to have "nice" names. Warriors, on the other paw, tend to have tough or harsh sounding names, such as "Blood," "Bone," or "Claw," but again, this isn't always the case. It should be noted that names which are thematically similar to "raven" (such as crow, starling, or even- to a slightly lesser extent- other birds of prey like owl, hawk, or eagle) are, while not unheard of, very uncommon; after all, why would Ravenstar name a random kit after himself, or even something similar?
Due to his tyrant nature, all Clan activities except for the most insignificant are under Ravenstar's control. Everything from the naming of kits to who gets to eat when is up to him. He cares little about the day to day lives of the hunters- they are beneath him after all- but takes great interest in meddling in the affairs of his warriors, most of whom are happy to let him do so, as they follow him with almost a religious fervor. Ravenstar dictates their lives from the moment of their birth, often choosing them as young kits when they show strength, and grooming them for cruelty and loyalty. He assigns their mentors, makes them warriors, and once adults even chooses who they can be mates with and when they can have kits. Of course, warriors have some say in the matter, but if they choose their own mate they must ask Ravenstar's approval before it can be considered "official". At times, warriors and hunters may even become mates... usually, however, this is at the behest of the warrior rather than the hunter. More often than not, their "love" is purely superficial, usually if the hunter has an attractive trait such as being exceptionally handsome or beautiful, or shows natural skill such as great physical speed or strength. Hunters' reactions to this attention from warriors tends to go two ways: either it is welcome, as the hunter-mates of warriors tend to be treated better than other hunters, or it is abhorred, to the degree that some exceptionally attractive young hunters will go out of their way to scar themselves so as to avoid drawing attention. After all, they can't simply decline an advance from a warrior; such an act would most likely result in their own death, or the death of a loved one in retaliation. Hunters who are chosen as mates for warriors are generally not considered like a true mate, and more like the "property" of the warrior; they may not even be their only mate.
As mentioned above, Ravenstar names each kit in the Clan, and often chooses warriors from birth. For the most part, hunter kits become hunters, and warrior kits become warriors; however, this is not always the case. On rare occasion, if a hunter shows great promise, they will be promoted to a warrior apprentice. At other times, if a warrior shows weakness, they may be demoted, though this rarely happens to full warriors; it is more common in apprentices and kits. As for the kits themselves, even though kits raised as warriors will usually become warriors, and kits raised as hunters are almost always hunters, it is not altogether uncommon for them to be born in the opposite role. Warrior queens will generally abandon any kits she considers "weak," and if they're lucky, these kits will be adopted by a hunter queen and allowed to survive; though other times, they are abandoned out of reach and left to die in the forest, or mountains beyond. Often times, these surviving kits are abandoned at a young enough age that they have no idea of their true parentage. Similarly, hunter kits who are born especially strong may be stolen by warrior queens, especially if the queen has "lost" some of her own kits. Like the abandoned warrior kits, these stolen kits are often led to believe that they were truly born a warrior. It is an unspoken rule that cats are forbidden to tell adopted kits- whichever way they were adopted- of their true parentage.
Overall, despite the cruel universal truths of life within RavenClan, the day to day life of a hunter is generally fairly peaceful. So long as hunters keep their heads down and do as their told, the worst they'll likely get is some harsh words and perhaps a shove or two; it is rare for warriors to actually harm a hunter without any form of provocation. Warriors, on the other hand tend to have it a bit more violent, though they tend to revel in this fact. They will often wrestle and fight over the even smallest things, always trying to assert their dominance over one another and impress Ravenstar with their strength. After all, the path to respect as a warrior is through blood.
R A V E N S T A R ' S L A W S
Hunters may not eat until all warriors have eaten, unless they are given permission by Ravenstar or the acting Overseer.
Hunters may never leave camp without the permission of Ravenstar or the acting Overseer, or the highest-ranking warrior in the camp. If a hunter is to be out of camp for longer than one-eighth of the day (half the time from dawn to sunhigh), or at night, they must be accompanied by a warrior.
Hunters may never learn how to fight, even to defend themselves.
A cat's duty is to Ravenstar before all else; loyalty to Ravenstar and the Clan comes before loyalty to kin, or self-interest. Failure to act in the interest of the Clan is to be punished harshly.
Hunters may never have a Clan name. Warrior apprentices and warrior kits who prove themselves unworthy of their rank will be demoted to hunter and stripped of their Clan name.
Ravenstar's word is law above all else; disobedience may be punishable by death.
Hunters must always obey orders from even a low-ranking warrior (including apprentices and even, in some situations, kits), unless that order is not in Ravenstar's interest or directly contradicts an order from a higher ranking warrior.
All acts of rebellion or disobedience must be reported to the highest ranking warrior available, or Ravenstar if he is available. Failure to report disloyalty may be punished severely, even by death.
R O L E P L A Y R U L E S
Literacy - This is intended to be a fairly literate roleplay, so please do your best to keep up with that standard. What I don't expect is a novel every single post; it's not always possible, and it's not always what's best for the situation. What I do expect every post is quality: good grammar, consistent characterization, and plot progression. The latter is particularly important; while obviously not every single post will have a major plot point, I don't want this roleplay cluttered with "bait" posts where cats just sit around waiting for someone else to interact with them. Every post should contribute to the story in some way, even if it's a very small way.
Rating - Please keep this forum-appropriate. As I'm sure you can tell from the previous section, there are a lot of very dark themes that are present in this Clan, including the potential for heavy violence, abuse, and a great many things that could make people very, very uncomfortable. Please handle the more mature themes with respect, and don't romanticize abuse and cruelty. Don't make things too gory, or anything else that could draw unwanted attention from moderators. If you feel the need to do any of these things, please do it in PM where it is legally out of my control.
Activity - I'm reluctant to make any especially black-and-white rules on activity, since in any roleplay- and especially more literate ones- activity comes and goes. It depends on the day of the week, the time of day, the time of year, what's going on in the roleplay, and of course what's going on in everyone's real lives. That said, I expect you to try to keep up with whatever the current level of activity is. So, if posts are being made every day and things are going along at a steady pace, try not to vanish for a week. If things have lulled to a halt, don't worry about not posting for a couple days. The main thing is, don't trap other peoples' characters with your characters and events, and if you play an important character (high ranking, or important for a plot) try to be available when you're needed. Not necessarily at the exact second, but within a day or so. If your activity is causing issues with plot progression, your character may be removed from their rank or role.
Characters - Please keep characters realistic. This goes for appearance as well as personality. Please no sues, or obviously unnatural appearances. Since this is fiction, it doesn't always have to be 100% natural, but it has to remain believable (for example, in real life you probably wouldn't see a gray cat with black spots, or a calico tom, but those could be done in the roleplay, within reason). Things that are not natural at all- such as red or purple eyes, perfect star-shaped markings, glowing eyes or pelts, and that sort of thing- will not be accepted. As for personality, skills, and that sort of thing.... every cat has flaws, and every cat has strengths. Try to keep them balanced. Of course, some cats will be overall better, while others will be overall worse, but few will be exclusively good or exclusively bad.
Mates - I feel as though this rule/explanation is necessary due to some things mentioned in the "About" section. Namely, that warriors can essentially coerce hunters into being their mates if they are taken with them, and that said hunters are viewed much like property. As mentioned in the "Rating" rule, you certainly shouldn't romanticize that kind of abusive relationship, even when it occurs in the roleplay, and I will reiterate that here. As for the other issue- the coercion- that should also not be romanticized, or treated as acceptable on an out of character basis (even if some cats in the roleplay see it as being acceptable). I should also note that even if a hunter doesn't want to become a warrior's mate and is coerced into it, it should be alright with the roleplayer. If the roleplayer is opposed to the relationship on an out of character basis, don't try to force it in the roleplay. Just because the cats don't treat each other with respect doesn't mean we should act the same way.
Out-of-Character
9-29-2017 - RavenClan is created and opened for joining. 9-30-2017 - sweetclover1 joins with Broken, Darkpaw, _, & _.
Hunters are beginning to get fed up with the current state of things, feeling that unless they act, Ravenstar will never die; or, when he does, a cat equally cruel will take his place. Thus, there have been a few whispers among the hunters- careful never to reach the ears of warriors or loyalists- of rebellion. Still, the source of the rumors is unknown, and as of yet no major steps have been taken.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
♥ = mates
+ = had kits but are not currently mates
♦ = mentor/apprentice
♣ = littermates
| = siblings but not from the same litter/separates litters from the same parents
= = parent(s) of
♠ = adopted relationship (usually parents/siblings)
name = dead
name = outside the Clan
([symbol]) = secret/unknown relationship
? + ? = Ravenstar
Bloodwhisker + Snarlfang = Fangpelt ♣ ? ♣ ?
Skullface ♥ Torntail = Vulturepaw ♣ Coldheart
Nightclaw + Snow = Darkpaw ♣ Broken ♣ Unnamed
Twig ♥ Tiny = Mouse | Bug ♣ Unnamed
You may also submit a picture along with your form (in fact it's greatly encouraged), along with your cat's physical description but not replacing it. If you are using a roleplay profile, the picture does not have to be the same as on the profile so long as the cat in both images looks to be the same one; for the sake of aesthetic, horizontal pics are preferred (but not required) for the allegiances. Please only use photos of cats (or very realistic art); no drawings or diagram-type art. If you do not submit a pic, but use a roleplay profile, the picture on the roleplay profile will be used. As for the rest... please make sure that your appearance and personality descriptions are at least three lines long using the default font face and size in a post. Keep in mind that most cats do not live that long, and so very old cats are a rarity unless they're especially strong or adept at surviving. Most warriors will have lots of scars, and many hunters will have a few as well. Finally, please be sure to list the parents of your cat (even if they're deceased) as well as any other immediate relatives (mainly siblings; again, even if they're deceased). Where possible, try to make your character logically related to others, even if somewhat distantly (cousins, aunts/uncles, etc.).
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Rank:
Relations: Appearance:
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Skills & Weaknesses: (mostly physical skills & weaknesses; at least one of each)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 19:34:10 GMT -5
RavenClan's territory is located in an isolated valley, surrounded by massive peaks and harsh, snowy mountains. The valley itself is lush and green, covered in forests and meadows rich with prey. The isolation of the territory, along with the harshness of the mountains around it, is perfect to keep the less eager members of the Clan trapped here. Warriors are constantly posted at various vantage points in the hills around the valley, with a perfect view of the passages out, as well as the valley below. This way, they can stop anything trying to enter... or trying to leave.
Within the valley itself are many landmarks. The most important, perhaps, is the spring. Water comes up from the ground, flowing into a river which travels out of the valley through the canyon. It is the main water source in the valley, except for snowmelt from the mountains, which occurs only in newleaf, and swells the river far past its usual banks. Along the river are several different sets of stones and copses of trees. First is the Old Oak, a massive oak tree whose branches stretch over the water. Across the river from it is Darkrock, a massive black boulder which is good for sunning oneself, as its dark color absorbs the rays of the sun well. Farther down the river are the Riverstones, a pile of boulders which are good for sunning, as well as catching fish and mice. Just past it is the Hazel Grove, where many squirrels and other rodents can be found, attracted by the nuts which fall from the trees. However, mist creeps in from the river at night, giving the grove an eerie feel.
In the mountains are several more landmarks. Above the camp is Overlook Hill, where cats will go to survey the territory and keep watch over the camp. While there are many vantages farther in the mountains to keep an eye on the borders, Overlook Hill is good for keeping an eye on camp specifically. Nearby is Eagle Crag, which houses a large eagle's nest where a pair raises their young every year. Cats must be very careful while the eagles are nesting, especially near the hill, and young cats may never go near. Growler Cave is set into the side of the far end of the valley, a massive cave which serves as the home to an old black bear. She has earned the nickname "Growler" because she will snarl and stomp at cats, but will never attack them unless they venture very, very near. Mouse Run trail is a path that runs through the hills opposite the camp. It is named this because though it is rocky and sparse, many mice hide in the stones and it is nigh impossible to walk the trail without finding an easy-to-catch mouse, or rabbit.
The camp sits beneath Overlook Hill on a small incline covered in boulders, burrows underneath which is where the cats make their dens. It is protected by thick trees above and dense foliage around, which has been in turn reinforced over the moons by extra branches and stones.
The camp, as mentioned, sits on a protected hill near one side of the valley. The dens are mostly burrows beneath the boulders, or protected bushes and plants which rest against them.
The Ravenstar's den is in a yew bush which sits against a large boulder known as Shout Rock. Shout Rock is where the leader makes announcements to the Clan.
The warriors' den is in another yew bush, which sits against a different set of boulders. Part of the den is in the bush's roots, while the rest is in an alcove dug under the boulders. Cats constantly fight for the best nests, with stronger cats taking nests closer to the roots, where it's warmer, and pushing the rest out towards the drafty branches.
The apprentices' den is under a bramble bush leaning against another rock. The bush is sturdy and makes for good climbing practice, and apprentices will climb the branches to reach the top of the boulder. Like the warriors' den, there is a constant battle for the best nests, though in this case it's usually the older apprentices who win.
The warriors' nursery is in a deep, warm burrow beneath a pair of boulders near the apprentices' den. The entrance is covered by long grasses which keep out the cold, and the stones are good for kits to practice climbing while queens sun themselves. Only warrior queens are allowed to stay in the nursery; hunter queens and their kits must find nests wherever they can in the hunters' various dens.
The hunters make their nests in a few other dens. Their main nursery is in a bush on the opposite side of the boulder from the apprentices' den, protected by thorn vines wrapped around the outside. It is impossible to get into the den except through the entrance, unless one feels like getting torn up by massive thorns. This nursery isn't as warm or safe as the warriors' nursery, and warrior apprentices often disturb the queens and kits by throwing pebbles at into the den and making a ruckus, but it's still safer than some of the other dens.
The main hunters' den is at the bottom of the hill, away from the other dens. It is in a cluster of brambles, and actually consists of two different dens. Older hunters tend to stay in one, while younger ones tend to stay in the other; however, this isn't always the case, as some families will stick together in the same den, especially when kits are young and they and their mothers first move back into the den.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 19:34:42 GMT -5
R a v e n s t a r
Tom || Age Unknown
Ravenstar is a massive, long-furred black tom with large pale green eyes. Already well-muscled, his thick fur makes him look even larger and more intimidating, as well as protects him by makings it harder for claws and teeth to reach his skin. His ears are notched and torn, though, and he has a few scars peppering his body, especially on his face. His claws are unusually long, and he sharpens them frequently to make them even more wicked.
Ravenstar could be described with just about every negative word out there: callous, haughty, arrogant, selfish, cruel, condescending, and meddling are only some of the words that could be used. However, one thing that Ravenstar most certainly is not is stupid. He knew how to get power, and he knows how to keep it now. He knows how to incite ferocious loyalty into his followers, and bitter fear into his enemies. He knows how to break the spirit of those who would oppose him, and how to keep them under control. Of course, that alone isn't the most terrifying part... it's the fact that not only is he cruel enough to use this knowledge, he is cruel enough to enjoy its usage. The fact of the matter is, he loves being feared. But more even than that, he loves being loved. Not only loved, but practically worshiped, as he is by many of his warriors. And he would do anything to keep it that way.
History will be explained through roleplay. Unknown/ N/A
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[appearance] [personality] [history] [kin] F a n g p e l t
Tom || 32 moons.
Fangpelt is a large, thick-pelted dark brown tabby tom with dark amber eyes. Most of his pelt is black, interspersed with lines of brown., while his paws and belly are snow-white. He is a very sturdy and well-balanced cat, and he knows how to use his strength and weight to his advantage. He could be considered a very handsome tom as well, if it weren't for a set of scars that cross over his right eye, as well as the glitter of malice in his eyes. Though, more than one warrior she-cat might argue that that only serves to make him more attractive.
Fangpelt could almost be considered the perfect warrior in Ravenstar's eyes: strong, cruel, and unquestioningly loyal. He is a punisher, taking a sadistic pleasure in carrying out some of Ravenstar's harsher orders- anything from scarring to killing to mere pushing around, so long as Ravenstar orders it. He's also a bully, and will on occasion go out of his way to give hunters a hard time- scaring off prey, making them drop moss or bracken, pushing them into the water, and so on. Still, he would rarely hurt them on purpose, unless commanded to do so; after all, hunters are a resource, and it would be stupid to waste them. Of course, cats who are too young or too old to be of much use.... well, they're a different story.
Fangpelt is a RavenClan warrior through and through... his parents, Bloodwhisker and Snarlfang were specifically paired by Ravenstar, and several moons later told they should have a litter. However, after Bloodwhisker announced their litter, Snarlfang was killed- by a predator or another cat, no one was ever quite able to determine. When the litter was born, it consisted of three kits; however, two of them were born small and weak, and Bloodwhisker refused to reveal their exact fate. The fact of the matter is, two sunrises later, they were gone, and never seen again. The last kit, however, was large and strong. He was named Fangkit, in honor of his father, whom he closely resembled. Fangpelt grew up with the knowledge that he was the best in his litter, and was eternally fawned over by his mother. As a kit, she would sometimes bring him still-living prey and encourage him to torture it until it died; this cruel streak lasted to his apprenticeship, and now into his adulthood. As he was always close to his mother, Fangpelt was predictably devastated when she died of blackcough one leaf-bare. Still, he reasoned, she was getting old and weak... it was time for her to die. That was the last cat he ever actually cared about, besides his faith in Ravenstar, and since then his cruelty has only grown. Several moons ago, he was paired with a she-cat named Redtooth, and the two had a litter. However, Fangpelt never showed any interest in his mate or offspring, even when his daughter Woundkit died due to an accident caused by her sister, and his mate was later killed in a small rockslide. He still barely acknowledges his living kit, Growlpaw, as being alive, let alone being his own kit.
Parents are Bloodwhisker and Snarlfang; littermates are two unnamed kits (fate undetermined). Former mate is Redtooth; kits are Growlpaw and Woundkit.
C o l d h e a r t
She-cat || 26 moons.
Coldheart is a lithe but muscular she-cat, covered in sleek pale tabby fur. The precise color of her pelt is a bit difficult to describe; in some places it appears silver, while in other places it looks more cream, and some parts are indisputably white. Thus, she could potentially be called a "white tabby." Her eyes are large, blue, and cold- part of what gives her her name. She is not a particularly large cat, nor is she particularly small; what she is, however, is surprisingly strong for her size, and her agility is nothing to scoff at either.
Coldheart's personality actually does not fit her role... at least, not her true personality. On the surface, she appears harsh, haughty, and condescending, though perhaps not quite as sadistically cruel as most of the other warriors. Still, she comes off as rather callous, and undeniably loyal and obedient. The reality, however, is quite different. Coldheart is a sympathetic and caring cat, and motherly in nature; she wants to help those in need, care for the sick and injured, comfort those in pain, and look after abandoned kits. Still, due to her station, none of that is possible. She must keep up the facade of cruelty to keep her place. She just hopes that one day, she won't need to anymore.
Coldheart was born a warrior, though between her and her brother Vulturepaw, she was always the weaker and meeker. For a time during her kithood, it seemed that when it came for her to be named an apprentice, she would instead be stripped of her Clan name and forced to train as a hunter. This all changed, however, when she saw a warrior harshly bullying a young hunter, who wasn't much older than herself. The warrior likely would have killed him, while the other hunters could do nothing but silently look on in horror, until an older warrior stepped in and told him to stop. It wasn't out of any sort of altruism, of course; merely that there was no good reason to kill a perfectly good hunter. Still, this stuck with Coldheart, and she realized that if she ever wanted to actually help her Clanmates, she could never do so as a hunter. When it came time for her and her brother to become apprentices, Vulturepaw was made into a warrior, while Coldheart was stripped of her Clan name, and renamed "Frail." However, Coldheart challenged Ravenstar; and rather than be angered, he was a bit amused by her suggestion. She would fight her brother one on one, and the winner would become a warrior apprentice. Ravenstar agreed, and in the following fight, Coldheart defeated Vulturepaw. However, the conditions changed: Ravenstar decreed that now, it was a fight to the death. Coldheart had no choice; she knew that Vulturepaw would kill her without question, and the warriors would let him. Thus, she killed him instead, and was made into a warrior apprentice in his place.
Parents are Skullface and Torntail; brother is Vulturepaw.
D a r k p a w
Tom || 10 moons.
Darkpaw looks like what his brother, Broken, should look like. Long legged and fit, with a mean glint in his eye. His fur is still fluffy like a kits, but the muscle on the tom and the scars on his pelt show that he is anything but. He has black fur, but unlike his brother he does not have a splash of white on his chest. He's all black, just like his mother. He has bright yellow eyes, which could be entrancing if not for the rather vicious glint in them.
Darkpaw is kind of like the poster child of Ravenclan warriors, or at least thats what he thinks of himself. He's arrogant, pushy, and thinks himself above the hunters that are even older than himself. He can act a little spoiled sometimes, going into fits of anger whenever things won't go his way. He's completely brainwashed, too, thinking that the hunters deserve to be treated like something thats nothing more than a necessary nuisance and that they should be looked down upon whenever it was possible to do so. There is a small amount of good in him, though, a tiny sliver of empathy that he tries to crush with all his might because he fought to keep his title as apprentice.
Skills & Weaknesses: (mostly physical skills & weaknesses; at least one of each) Darkpaw is well muscled, so fighting is rather easy for him. Unfortunately he's a bit too confident in the fact that he can muscle his way into anything, depending more on that than actual skill. So if you actually think before you attack him it's fairly easy to overpower him. His left side is weaker than his right, but only slightly.
Darkpaw's parents were mates because Nightclaw found Snow's endurance a good trait for a warrior, and he had handsome features, though the latter wasn't passed to his offspring. Darkpaw was the strongest of the litter of three; because of this their mother favored him, and although coddling isn't the right word for it, he was raised with the assumption he was the best. It's why he's so arrogant, even if he isn't actually the best apprentice in the clan. But you know what they say, fake it till you make it, right? So maybe one day he will be a great warrior in the eyes of Ravenstar.
Parents are Nightclaw and Snow; brother is Broken.
G r o w l p a w
She-cat || 8 moons.
Growlpaw is a lithe, slender young brown tabby she-cat with vivid amber eyes and a very long, fluffy tail. Her paws, muzzle, chest, and belly are all snow-white, while her tail-tip and ares are black. She is very pretty and delicate-looking, but this disguises her inherent viciousness, while her soft pelt hides the firm muscles and several scars beneath. Growlpaw is a very tough, durable young she-cat, and though she lacks in the area of brute force, she is conniving and quick, able to both outsmart and outmaneuver her opponents with ease.
Growlpaw is a model warrior apprentice, as would be expected from one of such pure heritage. Her parents, as well as her grandparents, were born and raised warriors, all paired by Ravenstar himself. Growlpaw was always destined to follow in their pawsteps from the start, and she knows it; she is vicious and cruel, lacking morality or sympathy, and endlessly selfish. All that matters is what she wants, and what she wants, she gets when she wants it. If she can't take it by force- and she usually can- she knows how to manipulate others into giving her what she wants. Of course, that's not to say that she's perfect at getting anything she wants, always... at times, she does let her temper get the better of her, which is explosive and will often ruin her carefully-crafted manipulations or battle strategies. She can also be extremely fickle and compulsive, and what she actually does want is often superficial and may change on a dime. She is extremely arrogant, to the degree that many of the other warriors find it extreme. Though she would never voice this aloud, she has her eyes on the position of leader, hoping to become Ravenstar's successor if he should ever die.
As mentioned above, both Growlpaw's parents and grandparents were born and bred warriors of RavenClan, all equally vicious and cruel, and boundlessly loyal to their leader. Both her grandfather and her mother were Overseers at various points in time, and it is considered likely that Growlpaw will eventually have this position as well. Due to her pure bloodline, as well as her lineages' reputation for being example warriors, Ravenstar took a personal interest in Growlpaw from a young age. She was born in a litter of two: her, and a smaller, weaker sister, who was dubbed "Woundkit," but who it was generally accepted would lose her suffix before her sixth moon. Growlkit took pleasure in always pushing Woundkit around, always convincing her to do terrible things so that their mother, Redtooth, would love her. Eventually, one of these "pranks" went too far, and Woundkit was badly injured, and soon died. It was obvious that Growlkit was responsible, but she showed no remorse; when asked, she would say that if Woundkit didn't have the strength to live, then she deserved to die. It was at this point that she truly drew Ravenstar's attention, and though he would never train an apprentice himself, he inquires after her training and activities on occasion.
Parents are Fangpelt and Redtooth; sister is Woundkit.
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Tom || 25 moons.
Mouse is a lithe but sturdy tom with a base white coat and pale blue eyes. His back, lower legs, and the top of his head are all a chestnut-brown in color, and his tail, ears, and paws are black. He is a handsome tom, but his flanks and all four legs are matted with scars from a vicious attack many moons ago by several warriors, and he now walks with a continuous limp and a defeated look in his eyes.
Mouse was once an energetic and optimistic young cat, despite his situation, and always took things in stride. He obeyed orders and kept his head down for the most part, but he was never afraid to strike up a conversation or joke around with any of the warriors, in the hope that if they liked him perhaps they would treat him less cruelly. This was, for the most part, a success; however, it eventually came back to bite him, when one of the warriors was ordered to hurt him to prove their loyalty. After this, he became quiet and far more meek, not only out of fear for his life but from the betrayal he felt when the cat he had thought was an honest friend had betrayed him. Now he keeps to himself, keeps his head down, follows orders without question, and tries to keep his younger brother in line so that he doesn't suffer the same fate.
Mouse was always a spirited kit, and that didn't change once he began hunting, working alongside warriors to catch prey for the whole Clan. He was proud of his work, even though it was forced, and proved quite an adept hunter. He was also rather likeable, and not put off by the harshness of the warriors, and so he managed to strike up a few superficial friendships with some of them. One, in particular, blossomed into what seemed like a legitimate, lasting friendship, with a warrior apprentice named Slashpaw. For several moons they remained quite close- at least, as close as their differing situations would allow- but that all changed when it came time for Slashpaw to earn his warrior name. Slashpaw and Mouse's closeness had not gone unnoticed, and in front of the gathered Clan, Ravenstar gave Slashpaw a choice: prove his loyalty by taking from Mouse the only thing he had of value- his skill in hunting- or be scarred and cast aside as a hunter himself. Mouse was certain that Slashpaw would never hurt him, certain that their bond was strong enough that Slashpaw would endure that pain instead of permanently maiming him... and he was wrong. Slashpaw attacked him viciously, and at Ravenstar's goading several other warriors joined in, tearing at Mouse's legs until he was unable to walk and barely able to move. Slashpaw was named Slashclaw, while it was a miracle that Mouse even managed to survive. He never spoke to his former friend after that, and once he was nursed back to health by the other hunters, he was able to hunt again, but never as well as before.
Parents are Twig and Tiny; younger brother is Bug.
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Tom || 19 moons.
Bug is a somewhat small, soft-furred black and white tom with dull amber eyes. His pelt is mostly white, but with black on his tail, head, and back. His claws are very long, sharp, and curved, which help him to very easily climb trees and cling to rocks, and his small size and delicate paws let him pull prey out of places other cats can't even reach.
Bug is a witty and spirited young cat, not afraid to speak his mind- at least to the other hunters. He is a bit more measured around the warriors, but even so, he is always pushing the limits of what he can get away with, trying to endear himself to the warriors so that he can get away with more and more. He's a good, quick hunter, which serves as its own protection in that warriors are less apt to put a skilled hunter out of commission, even temporarily, without good reason; and Bug is well aware of this. With the other hunters, he is outright cheeky, and often playful. He's a bit of a prankster, and will sometimes leave "surprises" for the other hunters in their nests.
Bug was born in the second litter to his parents, Twig and Tiny. He had one littermate who died at birth and was never named. Tiny was always weak after giving birth, and while Bug had some idea of this, he never realized quite how much her strength was fading until she died. He was two moons old at the time. After that, Twig grew rather distant, and left Bug mostly to raise himself. Mouse did what he could to help and take Twig's place, but he was busy, and there was only so much he could do. When Bug was five moons old, Twig vanished, and a day later some hunters found his body washed up on the rivershore; he had drowned. They never could figure out if it was intentional or not. Either way, Bug always tried not to let it bother him, remaining optimistic- falsely sometimes- no matter what. He vowed that no matter what happened, he would never give up in the same way as Twig and Mouse both had, and would strive to go on the way his mother would have wanted.
Parents are Twig and Tiny; older brother is Mouse, littermate is an unnamed kit.
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Tom || 10 moons.
Broken is a rather small tom, although this isn't because he was born to be small. In fact, it is more a product of malnutrition and his constant state of pushing himself in an attempts to claw his way out of his conditions. He has soft, black fur that almost looks like he hasn't grown out of his kit-fur yet, a scar lining his shoulder and his ear is shredded. He has a white patch on his chest, and wide yellow eyes. He's about the size of a six moon old apprentice. Broken always tries to keep his fur well groomed, keeping the dirt and twigs out of it even though he's in the lowest of the low in the clan, he still believes that appearance is everything. It was the one thing his father, Snow, had taught him before he died due to a green cough outbreak. Bat is quite fast, using his small stature to his advantage during hunting (he wishes he could use it for fighting, like his brother Darkpaw), but he easily tires. His endurance isn't the best and if he tires himself out too much he'll start coughing and finds himself unable to breath (Cat asthma)
Broken is very... determined. He hates the fact that he's treated like a second-class citizen because he was born weaker than his brother. Since their father was a hunter, they seemed to think that he was to be one too, since he was so "weak". Although around his fellow hunters he tries his best to be upbeat and uplifting, especially around the younger ones, he's slowly growing more and more bitter about the circumstances he's living in. He will speak out against Ravenstar when a warriors not around, although he might be a bit too young to actually lead a resistance he will definitely be a huge supporter of it.
Broken was born in a three kit litter, their sister dying without even a name and Broken being weak from the start. He was sickly as a newborn, his eyes opening much later than they should have and he was a bit fearful of even his own mother, who was harsh with him at best. It didn't take long for him to be shooed away to the hunters, where a kind hunter queen had taken him in when he was too little to feed on his own. The queen raised him well, helping him gain the confidence he needed to survive in this cruel world he was born into. It wasn't until he was six moons old that he had realized that there was something "wrong' with the clan: he saw his brother become an apprentice while he didn't. He was still just a hunter, and although a hunter took him under their wing he was never given an official ceremony. At first he was determined to earn that last part of his name, pushing himself as hard as he could before he quickly realized that doing that was just making his case worse. Whenever he pushes himself he can't breath and has to go back to the hunters den and rest. He's actually not straight and is scared that he'll be coerced into being mates with a she cat one day.
Parents are Nightclaw and Snow; brother is Darkpaw.
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She-cat || 5 moons.
Pity is a tiny, frail-looking pale gray she-cat with a white chest, belly, muzzle, and legs, and large, round orange eyes. She has a stumpy tail, and is deaf in her left ear. Pity always seems to be a sick, but never bad enough to keep her down; just enough to make her a little uncomfortable, and to ensure that most of the warriors don't want to get near her.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 30, 2017 10:43:35 GMT -5
R E C E N T L Y - D E C E A S E D
Due to the current state of the Clan, deceased cats are not currently divided into "StarClan" and the "Dark Forest." There are a few reasons for this: one, ancient cats from the Clan-Before have mostly faded, with the sole exception of those which Ravenstar himself still remembers, which means there are not enough "true" StarClan cats to overpower the darker spirits of the more modern warriors. Modern hunters do not know the true meaning of StarClan, and are thus unable for the time being to fully take on that role; meanwhile, modern warriors mostly see themselves as righteous, as does their Clan, and due to the fact that many of them are not exactly "evil," it is difficult to determine whether they should go to StarClan or the Place of No Stars. Currently, there are not enough true warrior ancestors to pass judgement on any of these cats, and with the spiritual state of the Clan in chaos, it has blurred the lines between the Dark Forest and StarClan's hunting grounds so much that trying to separate cats into one or the other would be pointless for the time being anyways. Thus, the state of Silverpelt is a bit similar to that of the Clans below: not quite as cruel or violent, but still wrought with dangerous cats mixed with the righteous. Cats must continue to fight for survival even once their dead, as they can be killed twice, and it happens with relative frequency. Most hunters lack fighting skills, and the warriors are able to fully give into their bloodlust with no repercussions. Thus, it is up to the true ancient warriors to do what they can to guide protect the weak in StarClan until the Clan is saved and the balance is righted.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 30, 2017 11:17:24 GMT -5
Name: Broken
Gender: Tom
Age: 10 moons
Rank: Hunter (Apprentice?)
Relations: Darkpaw (Brother), Nightclaw(Mother, deceased), Snow (Father, deceased)
Appearance: Bat is a rather small tom, although this isn't because he was born to be small. In fact, it is more a product of malnutrition and his constant state of pushing himself in an attempts to claw his way out of his conditions. He has soft, black fur that almost looks like he hasn't grown out of his kit-fur yet, a scar lining his shoulder and his ear is shredded. He has a white patch on his chest, and wide yellow eyes. He's about the size of a six moon old apprentice. Bat always tries to keep his fur well groomed, keeping the dirt and twigs out of it even though he's in the lowest of the low in the clan, he still believes that appearance is everything. It was the one thing his father, Snow, had taught him before he died due to a green cough outbreak.
Personality: Broken is very... determined. He hates the fact that he's treated like a second-class citizen because he was born weaker than his brother. Since their father was a hunter, they seemed to think that he was to be one too, since he was so "weak". Although around his fellow hunters he tries his best to be upbeat and uplifting, especially around the younger ones, he's slowly growing more and more bitter about the circumstances he's living in. He will speak out against Ravenstar when a warriors not around, although he might be a bit too young to actually lead a resistance he will definitely be a huge supporter of it.
Skills & Weaknesses: (mostly physical skills & weaknesses; at least one of each) Bat is quite fast, using his small stature to his advantage during hunting (he wishes he could use it for fighting, like his brother Darkpaw), but he easily tires. His endurance isn't the best and if he tires himself out too much he'll start coughing and finds himself unable to breath (Cat asthma)
History: Broken was born in a three kit litter, their sister dying without even a name and Broken being weak from the start. He was sickly as a newborn, his eyes opening much later than they should have and he was a bit fearful of even his own mother, who was harsh with him at best. It didn't take long for him to be shooed away to the hunters, where a kind hunter queen had taken him in when he was too little to feed on his own.
The queen raised him well, helping him gain the confidence he needed to survive in this cruel world he was born into. It wasn't until he was six moons old that he had realized that there was something "wrong' with the clan: he saw his brother become an apprentice while he didn't. He was still just a hunter, and although a hunter took him under their wing he was never given an official ceremony. At first he was determined to earn that last part of his name, pushing himself as hard as he could before he quickly realized that doing that was just making his case worse. Whenever he pushes himself he can't breath and has to go back to the hunters den and rest.
Other: He's actually not straight and is scared that he'll be coerced into being mates with a she cat one day.
(Was there a password? I read through all the rules and I swear I didn't see oneAlso I'm working on my other forms~  ) Name: Darkpaw Gender: Tom Age: Ten moons Rank: Apprentice Relations: Broken (Brother), Nightclaw (Mother), and Snow(Father) Appearance: Darkpaw looks like what Broken should look like. Long legged and fit, with a mean glint in his eye. His fur is still fluffy like a kits, but the muscle on the tom and the scars on his pelt show that he is anything but. He has black fur, but unlike his brother he does not have a splash of white on his chest. He's all black, just like his mother. He has bright yellow eyes, which could be entrancing if not for the rather vicious glint in them. Personality: Darkpaw is kind of like the poster child of Ravenclan warriors, or at least thats what he thinks of himself. He's arrogant, pushy, and thinks himself above the hunters that are even older than himself. He can act a little spoiled sometimes, going into fits of anger whenever things won't go his way. He's completely brainwashed, too, thinking that the hunters deserve to be treated like something thats nothing more than a necessary nuisance and that they should be looked down upon whenever it was possible to do so. There is a small amount of good in him, though, a tiny sliver of empathy that he tries to crush with all his might because he fought to keep his title as apprentice. Skills & Weaknesses: (mostly physical skills & weaknesses; at least one of each) Darkpaw is well muscled, so fighting is rather easy for him. Unfortunately he's a bit too confident in the fact that he can muscle his way into anything, depending more on that than actual skill. So if you actually think before you attack him it's fairly easy to overpower him. His left side is weaker than his right, but only slightly. History: Darkpaw was born to Nightclaw and Snow, the strongest of the litter. Because of this their mother favored him, and although coddling isn't the right word for it, he was raised with the assumption he was the best. It's why he's so arrogant, even if he isn't actually the best apprentice in the clan. But you know what they say, fake it till you make it, right? So maybe one day he will be a great warrior in the eyes of Ravenstar. Other: Their parents were mates because Nightclaw found Snows endurance a good trait for a warrior, and he had handsome features (although those features were not passed on to either of her surviving kits. Karma) Name: Gender: Age: Rank: Relations: Appearance: Personality: Skills & Weaknesses: (mostly physical skills & weaknesses; at least one of each) History: Other: Name: Gender: Age: Rank: Relations: Appearance: Personality: Skills & Weaknesses: (mostly physical skills & weaknesses; at least one of each) History: Other:
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 30, 2017 11:36:25 GMT -5
(Awesome! No, there's no password, I don't usually bother with those. Bat looks fine to me, I just have a couple of questions/concerns. One, while a few "normal" sounding loner-type names are fine for hunters, I would say to make a bit more of an effort to make them slightly more on the end of negative/derogatory. So Snow and Bat are fine, but if you make any more hunters try to give them names that are, if not entirely negative, then more on that end of the spectrum. Secondly, Crowpaw. I won't tell you to change it, since this wasn't really mentioned in any of the lore, but I have slight concerns about names that are very similar to "Raven;" I feel as though Ravenstar wouldn't give them out lightly, as egotistical as he is. Again, I'm not saying that Crowpaw's name can't be Crowpaw, just that it's something to consider. And finally, Nighttail and Snow. Once more with the names, Nighttail is perfectly fine, but if you have more warriors I would try to give them slightly more violent-sounding names, either in the prefix or suffix. And also some kind of explanation of how Nighttail and Snow ended up together would be a good thing, even if it's brief, since while not unheard of it is kind of an unusual situation. Lol sorry for all the nit-picking, like I said none of the things are actually problems, just things I noticed and wanted to mention.)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 30, 2017 11:41:41 GMT -5
(Sure, sure, I wasn't fully done with his form yet, I'll change Crowpaws name to something else, too.
Basically, Snow was fairly attractive for a hunter and had pretty good endurance, endurance being something that I would think that Nighttail (Which I'll change her name too, lemme just go back and edit the form!) would want in a warrior. So it was purely superficial as well.
EDIT: I changed Bat to Broken and Crowpaw to Darkpaw, would that be okay?)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 30, 2017 11:45:37 GMT -5
(Yeah that's what I figured, but still thought throwing an explanation in there somewhere would be good. And as for Nighttail, even just a small change like "Nightclaw" or something would be perfectly adequate. I will also annotate the lore to mention that names that are thematically similar to "raven" are uncommon. Thanks for editing! You didn't have to, but I appreciate it regardless.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 30, 2017 13:10:50 GMT -5
(Awesome, their family is listed on the tree. I'll add Broken and Darkpaw when I get home.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 30, 2017 16:43:34 GMT -5
(update: any deceased cats will now be recorded, and can be roleplayed, on the "Black Sky" page. The Black Sky is now intended to be a sort of... offshoot roleplay of its own, sort of like a dead-cat hunger games where they pretty much just murder each other/try not to get murdered until RavenClan cat sort its out.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 1, 2017 14:41:54 GMT -5
(Buuuuuuump)
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 1, 2017 16:47:29 GMT -5
(Yeah go ahead and start with the characters you've finished)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 1, 2017 21:37:53 GMT -5
Broken hated it here. He was settled outside of the den for the younger hunters, glaring up at the rest of the camp with so much malice that many wouldn't even recognize the typically bright tom. But today he felt like it had been a breaking point. He was tired of being shoved around, treated like he was nothing more than some fox dung that an almighty warrior had stepped in. Today he'd been shoved into the river by his so-called brother while he was trying to hunt, so he lost the fishes he could have gotten and now he was soaking wet. He tried to snap back at Darkpaw, but that only ended up with Broken being clawed at, so now he was nursing an x-shaped wound on the bridge of his nose and he was soaking wet. Plus, since he tried to fight back he had to go and clean out the apprentices den with all of them watching. It was horrible.
So he was done. It was ten years of plodding along in the shadow of his cruel brother and the cats that made even Darkpaw seem like a nice, fluffy kittypet. It was beyond him why the hunters didn't just leave. They would do better on their own and, hey, Ravenclan would suffer for it. The hunters did all the hunting anyways. Maybe we could just starve them out. He thought bitterly, not realizing the hatred that was painted on his face.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 1, 2017 23:24:31 GMT -5
"Are you alright?"
The voice came from behind Broken, from within the darkness of the hunters' den. Pale blue eyes looked out from the shadows, glimmering with concern for the young hunter. Mouse had spent the morning hunting, but his scarred legs made it difficult for him to be out for long, and so Coldheart- who had been overseeing his patrol- had allowed him to return to his den to rest for a while. He had slept fitfully, and had awoken when he caught the faint scent of blood. Now he shifted in his nest to face the dark-furred young tom outside of the den, scenting the air more carefully to discern where the blood-scent was coming from. There wasn't much, so it couldn't be a severe wound. Still, any wound at all was something to be worried about; they could easily become infected, and infection would mean death.
As he watched him, Mouse noticed the tension in the young cat's shoulders, and the way his tail flicked back and forth with irritation. Something was bothering him, and it seemed to be more than just the pain from whatever wound he had. Heaving himself to his paws, the brown and white tom limped over and settled next to the young cat, his gaze quickly flicking to the raw cut on the bridge of his nose.
"Here, let me see that," he meowed, bending forward to give the wound a sniff. It seemed clean- free of soil, and other debris from under the claws of whomever had given Broken the wound- which was a good sign. "Make sure to keep it clean," Mouse meowed, sitting back. "It won't do to let it get infected."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 2, 2017 21:57:27 GMT -5
Broken glanced back, the anger quickly dissipating so by the time he was looking at Mouse the hatred was gone. He built his walls quickly, something he had learned to do not long after he figured out how this clan had worked. So now all they would see was the almost sheepish looking hunter as he looked at his elder. His stomach twisted just a little at the sight of him, struggling to walk because of the horrible incident caused by Ravenstar and the so-called friend that Mouse once had. Broken hoped they all had painful deaths one day, but it wasn't like Ravenstar was going to die anytime soon so that was only wishful thinking.
"Yes. I was sent back from hunting early. Disobedience and such," He responded wryly, forcing his shoulders into a rather relaxed position as he glanced at the black and white tom. He could pretend all he wanted that he wasn't beyond furious, that he was ready to leave this forsaken place, but it was hard to keep that dark glint out of his eyes. It was nearly impossible for him to do so, even when he was doing is best to be all bright and peppy for everyone elses sake. He forced his tail still as he dipped his head a little a the command.
Mouse wanted to see it and he'd let him, though he didn't know what good it would do. He had already made sure it was as clean as possible. Sure, it'd scar but scarring wasn't the worst thing in the world. He wasn't a kit, either and was smart enough to watch for signs of infection. Instead he let Mouse do what Mouse did, and held back his tongue, nodding in agreement. "I'll be careful. It should be fun unless one of the dung-eaters kicks dirt into my face," He added with a small sneer, the tiniest bit of contempt in his voice as he looked back up the hill, hatred washing over him again.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 2, 2017 22:13:32 GMT -5
Mouse frowned, not amused by Broken's insolent tone, nor by the gleam of hatred in his eyes. He recognized that expression well- he'd seen it in many of the hunters that had come and gone in his admittedly-short life, and those who allowed their hatred to be seen never lasted long.
"You should be careful of your tone," he warned, casting a quick glance nearby to see if anyone else was around. He didn't expect any warriors to be nearby- certainly not at this time of day- but there were more than a few hunters who would eagerly listen in on the others' gossip, eager to rat out their fellow servants for any small hint of favor from those who subjugated them. "It won't do if any warriors catch wind of insults like that. You'll get more than just a couple little scratches." The young tom reminded Mouse of his brother, Bug, who at the moment was out on a patrol. Briefly, he wondered how Bug was doing, and hoped he wasn't mouthing off in the same way that Broken seemed more than willing to do. The two shared a similar energy and rebellious streak. Mouse was continuously worried that Bug would say the wrong thing to the wrong warrior and that he would find him in a ditch, or washed up on the river, and now he had a flash of similar worry for this young hunter.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 2, 2017 23:14:04 GMT -5
Broken only scoffed at the warning, too aggravated to listen to reasoning. His black ears twitched, turning his attention back to Mouse, still keeping a relaxed stance as his eyes told another story. They spoke volumes in how he didn't believe that it would be best for him to stay quiet.
"Why don't we just leave them. If they think they're so much better than us, why can't we just leave? They're the almighty warriors, the fox-loving creatures who put us in this place anyways? " He complained in all the innocence of a young cat. He didn't fully understand how the world worked yet, still saw things as black and white. In his eyes, the way they were treated was wrong, so they should leave. It was simple for him, and he didnt understand why all the other hunters cowered away from the warriors, or tried to get on their good side in an attempt to be treated juts a little bit better.
He saw no point in ducking his head and shying away if he was still going to be treated the same. So what if he was hurt more because of it? Maybe that was insensitive, and why he didn't say it right now, but he didn't care much. Right now his true personality was showing, not the typically bubbly personality that he hid behind because he was too tired to hide it.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 2, 2017 23:28:25 GMT -5
Mouse's eyes widened at the suggestion, and he quickly slapped his tail across the young cat's mouth to muffle him, casting another glance around to make sure no one had heard. "Keep. Your. Voice. Down," he hissed quietly, turning back to Broken with anger and fear showing in his eyes. "Do you want to get us punished, or killed?" He looked around again, paranoid that someone might be listening in from the shadows. It seemed that there was never a safe place to talk. He was silent for a few moments, straining his ears for any sign of others, but the nearest activity he could detect was much farther up the hill, besides the sounds of prey rustling in the forest around the camp. After a few moments, he moved his tail, but didn't completely relax.
"Are you mouse-brained? Don't you think we would leave if we could?" he growled, obviously angered at the younger tom's naivete. "You know full well there are always warriors posted around the top of the valley, and patrolling between the watch posts. You know Ravenstar would probably kill you just for talking like that, let alone trying it." Mouse spoke in a low voice, his tone some mixture of scolding, pleading, and ranting. "Not to mention, even if you managed to keep from the Oversser's attention long enough to get the border, and then slip out without any of the guards seeing you, it wouldn't take long before they realized and gave chase. And then if you managed to escape, what would you do then? Freeze to death? Get killed by a fox, or badger? We can't fight. We have no survival skills. All we can do is stalk forest prey, and it would take a lot more than that to survive alone in the mountains."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 2, 2017 23:52:43 GMT -5
(Also, I feel like I should explain this lol: Broken I imagine is close to his teenage years, and a lot of teenagers go through this stage were they do dangerous things to ensure that they won't die, so that's kind of what Brokens going through, so his challenging authority is his way to wipe away his fears of death.
Plus he's kinda talking out of his rear lol and veeeryy creative.)
Broken let out an indignant yelp when his mouth was muffled, his eyes narrowing in annoyance at that. Was he really going to censor him? The dark tom bristled a little at the thought, his drying fur spiking up just a little as he eyed the other male. He rolled his eyes when he was told to keep his voice down, asking if he wanted to be punished or killed. Of course he didn't want that, he just wanted to know why they didn't just up and leave. It was ridiculous to think that they were being forced to stay here instead of living on their ow where they could be happy. He was convinced that they could get out before anyone noticed, if they split up and made their scents barely distinguishable. Maybe if they used some type of strong smelling flower to hide their scents or something.
"We could do better than here. We've seen the apprentices train, at least tidbits of the training so we just need to put it into practice. We could wait for something big to happen in the camp- wouldn't it be better to live free and die quickly than live here and die just as fast?" He argued, although his voice was low, agreeing to at least that. He knew that he'd have to be careful in camp, that although Mouse wouldn't rat on him he didn't know who he could actually trust outside of him. He twitched his nose, his still healing wounds screaming in protest at that but he ignored it, looking genuinely confused as to why Mouse was so against leaving. "We could even stage it... put death berries in the food we hunted and wait for the chaos to break out, then make our break for it. We're fast, we're hunters, we could do it." He urged, eyes wide in his own idealism.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 3, 2017 0:11:51 GMT -5
Mouse snorted. "What, you think you could outrun Fangpelt, or Coldheart, or even Darkpaw with those skinny little legs of yours?" he retorted, casting a dubious look over Broken's somewhat frail frame. "You think a cat like me could?" He snorted again, rolling his eyes. "Yes, we're hunters and we're quick, when it comes to hopping out of a patch of ferns to catch a mouse. Not when it comes to running full-speed through an entire forest, uphill, through underbrush and over stones and stumps and fallen trees. We're not conditioned for it, and we're not well-fed enough for it." He finished that with a sort of and that's that finality.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 3, 2017 10:28:26 GMT -5
(You're good! lol)
"Well, there's got to be something we can do. There's no way to keep on living like this, Mouse. We deserve better. We can outsmart those glorified kitty pets," He retorted, brushing away any challenges as if they could do it. Sure, he was scrawny and they all needed a few good meals, but he thought that they still had a chance. All they had to do was wait for the right time, when something was going on in the camp that none of the warriors could miss. Maybe they could sneak death berries in the food, cause a panic because of it... But that would be too obvious, wouldn't it? "There has to be areas where Ravenstar doesn't have cats stationed that we could sneak away. Say we think there's more prey at the border, make our getaway. Once we're out of the clans territory we'd be fine, we could start over again and get stronger, maybe stronger than the cats here." He urged quietly, clearly an optimist even with all the hatred in him.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 3, 2017 10:48:18 GMT -5
Mouse let out a sigh that was caught somewhere between exasperated and weary. "Just keep your head down, Broken. Maybe someday there will be an opportunity, but only if you're still alive to take it." He twitched his whiskers, though no mirth was present in his voice when he spoke next. "I doubt there's any hope for me, though. I'm too old and too, well... broken." With that, Mouse got uneasily to his paws, arching his back in a brief stretch before he padded out of the shelter of the hunters' thicket, brushing his tail against Broken's shoulder as he passed in a halfhearted goodbye. It was a bit past sunhigh, and the Overseer was expecting him to be back on duty. He had really indulged in talking for too long- he was supposed to be back at sunhigh- and he hoped he wouldn't be given more than an angry snarl or firm boxing of the ears in punishment. Still, he felt as though talking Broken out of doing something as absolutely mouse-brained as trying to escape was worth it. Pausing in the main part of camp, Mouse looked around for the Overseer. Spotting them lazing in a patch of sunlight near the top of the hill- as usual, Mouse limped over, dipping his head meekly and certain not to make eye contact.
(not sure what you want to do now or who with, but I felt as though it was time to move on to something other than Mouse and Broken arguing over the plausibility of escape XD ) |
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 4, 2017 10:52:15 GMT -5
(eh... bump?)
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