Post by Turtleshell on Feb 20, 2017 15:32:49 GMT -5
(Ok guys I'm finally here. Sorry about not being on. I think I have everyone added to the front page now [maybe] so please if you've added any new characters within the last 3 weeks or so, check and make sure, also make sure they're posted on the members log too! Um, other than that...
We need to finish Darknight's 9 lives journey and Hollowpaw's journey there so we can move the rp along. I've got a lot of plans along the Darkstar plot coming up that everyone will be involved in, including things like battles, deaths, births, and interactions with the spirits.
I'm also doing two things. I'm going to start a NEW poll asking you all what new sort of power you may want to see come up next, and that will be the new power I add. I'm also going to add a count of the characters we have with each power so we can get a better idea of what powers we have enough of and what we need. Not sure where on the first page I'm going to add it yet, but I'll post when it's up.
If anyone has any questions on where we are in the plot, please ask myself, or even Midnight and Cress. They have a pretty good idea of the sort of plots that may be going on. Again, plenty of one on one rps going on, but remember to stay somewhat nearish to the time on the front page, first post! If it's night time, be somewhere around night- though you may have some leeway with this. No skipping days without permission, it may put you in a strange situation later!
Ok, well here's my multiple LONG posts so hopefully we can get things moving along! So much to do!)
Darknight led the way along the beach through the day; the morning sun was bright, hot, and the sand burning on their toes. He growled in annoyance, hating the heat. But the trip would be worth it. Reaching Moon Cove, speaking with the spirits...receiving his nine lives and name as leader. He expected and deserved it all.
Zinniapetal led the way onto the beach, out of the twolegplace in the morning; the sun had just risen no more than an hour ago. She was glad to be out of the loud, busy, smelly and light-invested place. Despite it being night, the twolegs somehow harnessed the sun to make light of their own at night. It was disturbing, how active they were at night, for animals that clearly were not predators, nor did they have good night vision. As she reached the beach, she shook with a tad bit of fear upon seeing pawprints in the sand ahead of them. "It must be Darknight's group," she concluded. "It has to be. We're not far behind them." It appeared to be prints of three cats.
Galegust mewed in excitement as her third kit was born. Small, but beautiful and seemingly healthy. A sweet looking she-cat, stripped ginger tabby. She was a energetic little kit, rustling around as the queen licked her, almost as if she was already trying to feel around the world. As another labor pain came, she moaned, pushing her kit away and to Dartsplash. More kits. This didn't feel right, though, something was wrong. It took more than a dozen minutes, perhaps longer for her fourth kit to be born. A golden tom with thick fur, she took little time to clean him, paying him no mind as she felt yet another kit coming. But this felt to be the last one; saving the worst for last, perhaps? With each kit the struggle got worse, each kit seeming less healthy than the last.
The night passed by at the Middle Camp slowly; very few cats slept much, or ate. Most were keeping watch in and out of camp. A vigil was held for Thistlefoot before he was hastily buried. Aurorastar shivered as the night brought a chill to camp, and the morning dew dampened her paws. Until Cloverrain appeared again- spirits knew where she went!- or if she even did, there would be no Medicine-Cat in camp, at least not until Zinniapetal and Hollowpaw came back from Moon Cove. The leader tried not to fear the worst, but it was nearly impossible with all the other tragedies that had befallen them. And with no contact from the spirits, it only made her fears more insatiable.
Ravenfall led the way along the Upper Camp border, back and forth, all night long, with her tired- honestly, exhausted- group. After murdering Thistlefoot in anger, Sharpear and his two cats had left without any more animosity. It seemed that he may possibly be shaken by the event. Just maybe. Or perhaps he was just dismayed at losing his daughter. Ravenfall absolutely did not blame her; after seeing that he was a murderer, what else was Petalstorm expected to do? Still, they had patrolled the border nearly endlessly just to be certain the traitors did not double back and attack.
We need to finish Darknight's 9 lives journey and Hollowpaw's journey there so we can move the rp along. I've got a lot of plans along the Darkstar plot coming up that everyone will be involved in, including things like battles, deaths, births, and interactions with the spirits.
I'm also doing two things. I'm going to start a NEW poll asking you all what new sort of power you may want to see come up next, and that will be the new power I add. I'm also going to add a count of the characters we have with each power so we can get a better idea of what powers we have enough of and what we need. Not sure where on the first page I'm going to add it yet, but I'll post when it's up.
If anyone has any questions on where we are in the plot, please ask myself, or even Midnight and Cress. They have a pretty good idea of the sort of plots that may be going on. Again, plenty of one on one rps going on, but remember to stay somewhat nearish to the time on the front page, first post! If it's night time, be somewhere around night- though you may have some leeway with this. No skipping days without permission, it may put you in a strange situation later!
Ok, well here's my multiple LONG posts so hopefully we can get things moving along! So much to do!)
Darknight led the way along the beach through the day; the morning sun was bright, hot, and the sand burning on their toes. He growled in annoyance, hating the heat. But the trip would be worth it. Reaching Moon Cove, speaking with the spirits...receiving his nine lives and name as leader. He expected and deserved it all.
Zinniapetal led the way onto the beach, out of the twolegplace in the morning; the sun had just risen no more than an hour ago. She was glad to be out of the loud, busy, smelly and light-invested place. Despite it being night, the twolegs somehow harnessed the sun to make light of their own at night. It was disturbing, how active they were at night, for animals that clearly were not predators, nor did they have good night vision. As she reached the beach, she shook with a tad bit of fear upon seeing pawprints in the sand ahead of them. "It must be Darknight's group," she concluded. "It has to be. We're not far behind them." It appeared to be prints of three cats.
Galegust mewed in excitement as her third kit was born. Small, but beautiful and seemingly healthy. A sweet looking she-cat, stripped ginger tabby. She was a energetic little kit, rustling around as the queen licked her, almost as if she was already trying to feel around the world. As another labor pain came, she moaned, pushing her kit away and to Dartsplash. More kits. This didn't feel right, though, something was wrong. It took more than a dozen minutes, perhaps longer for her fourth kit to be born. A golden tom with thick fur, she took little time to clean him, paying him no mind as she felt yet another kit coming. But this felt to be the last one; saving the worst for last, perhaps? With each kit the struggle got worse, each kit seeming less healthy than the last.
The night passed by at the Middle Camp slowly; very few cats slept much, or ate. Most were keeping watch in and out of camp. A vigil was held for Thistlefoot before he was hastily buried. Aurorastar shivered as the night brought a chill to camp, and the morning dew dampened her paws. Until Cloverrain appeared again- spirits knew where she went!- or if she even did, there would be no Medicine-Cat in camp, at least not until Zinniapetal and Hollowpaw came back from Moon Cove. The leader tried not to fear the worst, but it was nearly impossible with all the other tragedies that had befallen them. And with no contact from the spirits, it only made her fears more insatiable.
Ravenfall led the way along the Upper Camp border, back and forth, all night long, with her tired- honestly, exhausted- group. After murdering Thistlefoot in anger, Sharpear and his two cats had left without any more animosity. It seemed that he may possibly be shaken by the event. Just maybe. Or perhaps he was just dismayed at losing his daughter. Ravenfall absolutely did not blame her; after seeing that he was a murderer, what else was Petalstorm expected to do? Still, they had patrolled the border nearly endlessly just to be certain the traitors did not double back and attack.