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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 19:40:07 GMT -5
D I R E C T O R Y - ★ -
I - Directory II - About III - Religion IV - Thread Rules & Clan Law V - Territory & Camp VI - Characters I VII - Characters II VIII - Characters III IX - Relationships & Mentors X - Plots & Prophecies XI - Traditions XII - Other XIII - Members & Credit
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 19:52:18 GMT -5
A B O U T - ★ -
LightClan is a very traditional, and admittedly a little closed-minded clan. Their main purpose in life is simple: to serve StarClan, worship StarClan, and spread the joys of StarClan to whoever they can, however they can. Force is rarely used, however. If a cat refuses to hear truth, the damnation of their soul is punishment enough. Although, for the clan to remain holy and pure, all heathens / nonbelievers are exiled and treated as enemies no matter who they once were.
Another thing important to LightClan cats is attitude. Speaking back to or against those in power is usually punishable if unfounded. Those who act with excessive pride and ambition are also looked down upon - for everything is the will of the gods, and no cat is truly special. Furthermore, deceptive and conceited behaviours are also extremely dislikable and borderline punishable. However, for simple personality things, punishment is light (unless the case grows severe). The worst harm done is to the offending cat is social. Usually cats are just a little annoyed by such behaviours, but if they get bad enough, the offending cat could very well end up shunned. Of course, some cats are quick to turn their tails than others, and again, shunning is only in the most severe scenarios. One of LightClan's religious 'rules' is to treat everyone equally and with respect - it's just not too strictly followed.
Also, LightClan does not have any elders. They believe that StarClan is their rest after a life of being a warrior. If they cannot do their duties any more, they are dragged to a den of cats who have been forsaken and neglected, the undesirables. Cats who are physically disabled or mentally ill are commonly put there, as LightClan believes that they are being possessed by a cat of the Dark Forest. There are a few other ways that cats can get in there. For example, lying, but those are usually temporary, and LightClan will let them back into society.
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 19:52:50 GMT -5
R E L I G I O N - ★ -
As previously stated, LightClan cats value their religion and their traditions above all else. Rarely does any cat stray from the societal norms - for they fear StarClan will take it as a sign on disrespect and disloyalty, and bring havoc upon everyone. Therefore, because it plays such a major part in daily life, it will be broken down in this section.
It should be noted that, while complicated on the exterior, the LightClan religion is quite simple and quite similar to the religion of any regular clan. The first major difference is, of course, the five gods. Each one was once a leader who played a major part in saving the clan, in one way or another. Their heroism granted them the ultimate form of auhority and power in the afterlife, so they could continue to help LightClan even in death. Here are the descriptions of each god (some cats believe the order of which they're named is important, while some do not).
I - Wolfstar: Intelligence & Wit The most sarcastic god. Cats may pray to him during a hunt, or similarly after catching something, for it might not have been possible without the quick-thinking he grants the clan. It also should be noted that he was the founder of LightClan, and is sometimes referred to as the "main" god because of that fact.
II - Darkstar: Energy & Speed The most excitable god. Cats may pray to him while hunting or before a battle, for the agility and stamina he may grant cats could be the determining factor between dying from wounds/starving or living.
III - Redstar: Fertility & Love The most merciful god. Cats may pray to her if they want a healthy litter of kits, or for assistance when relationships hit a bump in the road. Redstar is the cat who tells the preachers who to pair as mates.
IV - Cedarstar: Strength & Courage The scariest god. Cats may pray to him before a battle especially, for he is renowned as the war god. He can also assist cats in dire times, giving them the courage they need to carry on.
V - Daisystar: Fortune & Health The kindest god. Cats may pray to her for good weather, good food, and good health, especially when life is looking rough on the island. It is said that she can heal any illness or injury - which is the main reason that medicinal treatments are now outlawed.
No normal cat can speak with the gods, however. There are six cats in the clan who are gifted with Divinity - the power to not only recieve messages and omens from the gods, but to speak with them directly, too. These six cats are called preachers, and, obviously, are responsible for repeating the word of the gods and advising the living on what to do. However, many eager mothers may groom their kits into interpreting dreams and stray feathers as visions and omens - which sometimes leads to confusion on who was really chosen.
If you have any further inquiries about the LightClan religion, feel free to PM me or one of the co-creators.
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 19:53:33 GMT -5
T H R E A D R U L E S - ★ -
I - Follow all forum rules. I'm sure you know them. What you do on your own time is your choice, but we don't want to be held responsible for your mistakes.
II - Use standard roleplay etiquette. That means no godmodding, powerplaying, or spotlighting. Furthermore, take any major plot ideas (battles, forbidden love, attempts to overthrow leaders, etc.) to the admins for approval, and any minor plot ideas (cats becoming mates, sibling drama, etc.) to the roleplayers of the other characters involved.
III - Keep your characters realistic. All pelt and eye colors must be naturally-occurring, and your cats may not have any wings, horns, or special powers or characteristics in general. Furthermore, when naming your cats, do not use any prefixes or suffixes that relate to things that the cats wouldn't encounter in nature.
IV - Filling the ranks. First, please don't join with a bunch of kits and apprentices but no warriors or hunters to train them. For every apprentice you make, you must make one warrior. Additionally, you must secure a mate for any queen character you want to make. If you're interested in playing an orphaned kit or any sort of new arrival to the Clan (such as a former kittypet, loner, or rogue), you must ask permission. It may or may not be granted depending on the number of outsiders already filling the Clan ranks.
V - Age-appropriate romance only. Kits and apprentice characters can't become pregnant, and while they can have crushes on one another, please don't make your characters officially mates until they receive their full names.
VI - Diversity is highly encouraged. This roleplay is explicitly LGBT-friendly, and if you're not comfortable interacting with LGBT users and characters, you should probably exit immediately.
VII - Stay active. If you don't stay active, the people you were roleplaying with may move on with the plot. If you disappear for two weeks or more without an excuse and you were involved in a plot with someone else, we will allow the person that you were roleplaying with to roleplay that plot with someone else. Also, if you have a high rank (preacher, leader, deputy, or preacher apprentice) or are somehow vital to the main plot, we will remove your character from that rank and you won't be able to get it back unless you can prove you can be active. This limit as of right now is having a week pass in real life and the roleplay advancing by three pages. It's important to note that you have to be available to roleplay during this limit; a note saying "sorry, I can't be here because of X" won't work.
VIII - Only take on as many characters as you can manage. While this roleplay does not have a hard character limit, please don't make ten characters and then only use three of them. We understand that some characters may be more central to the plot than others, but all characters should actively roleplayed. Any inactive characters will be removed, regardless of how active the roleplayer is, and if a roleplayer has more than five characters, they will not be added until they are used in roleplay.
IX - Be respectful. [insert cheesy saying about how drama is cool in character, but is lame in real life here!!!] No, but seriously, please make an effort to get along with your fellow roleplayers.
X - Adjust your character to make what is needed. Because of the assigned mating limitations, it's quite easy to have many single cats without a mate. On the joining page, there'll be a list of cats that need mates, their sex(because LightClan doesn't respect gender), and their age. Please make characters to be their mates by adjusting the sex and age of your own characters.
XI - Limit undesirables. It's just plain unrealistic to have just as many undesirables as warriors. So, please, make one undesirable per two warriors at minimum.
XII - Ask if you have any questions. We'll be happy to help! C L A N L A W - ★ -
I - Trust and remain faithful to StarClan. Everything They do is for the greater good of everyone, and questioning Their holy will can only bring suffering.
II - The leader's word is to be priority number one, and obeyed without question.
III - Warriors are expected to lay down their life protecting their Clan. Unjustifiable cowardice is unacceptable.
IV - A true cat should not speak falsehoods or act with impurity.
V - Murder is unnecessary may very well be what condemns one's soul to damnation. Only kill a fellow clanmate as an absolute last resort.
VI - Outsiders who refuse to conform are considered enemies, and should be treated as such. Friendships or romance beyond Clan borders is a crime.
VII - Remain faithful to your mate; all pairs are chosen so as to produce the strongest litters possible. Disabled cats or cats deemed unfit aren't allowed to have kittens.
VIII - Prey is killed only to be eaten. Thank StarClan for the good fortune after every catch.
IX - Every cat must perform their part properly if the Clan is to function.
X - The study of medicinal treatment is forbidden. If StarClan wishes for a cat to join Them, the living have no right to intrude. Similarly, if it is not a cat's time, they will be saved. Refer to the first law.
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 19:53:43 GMT -5
T E R R I T O R Y - ★ -
While their namesake suggests otherwise, LightClan's territory is surprisingly shady and cool. They inhabit a rather large island (with very few twolegs roaming), where there's almost always a chilly breeze to ruffle someone's fur. In the winter, temperatures frequently drop well below freezing, although snow is infrequent. Usually in the worst parts of leafbare, it will barely reach the heel of a full-grown cat - manageable for even young apprentices. In greenleaf, the weather remains relatively dry and cool, though not to the point where droughts are common.
LightClan's island is also dominated by oak and pine forestry, and naturally, plenty of critters: including but not limited to mice, birds, and the stray rabbit for prey. As for predators, foxes and badgers might be found sparingly, or rogues. In the southern regions of the island, the trees thin out to reveal a small meadow - low enough to sea-level that some more adventurous warriors can go for a swim, if they please. In the meadow, though, cats may find more mice, the stray rabbit, or some venomous snakes, if they're unlucky enough. A few fish-generous freshwater streams also flow here and there all throughout the territory. Some more landmarks include:
- Moontower: An abandoned twoleg church. Cats were fascinated by the colorful glass decorating the walls, and decided to claim it as their own. Parts of the ceiling have crumbled a bit, but it's definitely safe. The Moontower is considered a very sacred and religious place, and so cats aren't permitted entry unless under the full moon, or to leave gifts. It's rarely guarded, though.
- Abandoned Twoleg-den: Simply an abandoned twoleg-den, located beside the Moontower. The structure itself is burnt to a crisp and crumbled to the ground, although in front of it, there's a nicely-sized garden. The garden is usually used to grow pretty flowers as offerings to the gods.
- Star Oak: One of the tallest trees in LightClan territory. Due to it's conveniently low-hanging branches, it's one of the easiest trees to climb: often used to teach apprentices basic techniques with.
- Training Circle: A large clearing, almost as large as the camp. It's located northeast of the camp, but it's not very close at all. The training circle's purpose is obvious - mentors come here with their apprentices to teach them battle techniques. Although, warriors are encouraged to spar here as well, to keep them sharp.
- Berrylight's Brook: The main freshwater stream in the territory, named after the first preacher (although most cats simply call it 'the stream'). A deft warrior might be able to grab a fish here or there. Apprentices may also run to get soaked moss for elders or queens here too, thanks to how close it is to the camp.
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LightClan's circular camp isn't disguised very well, but it hardly needs to be. A dense wall of brambles surrounds the camp, with one singular break so cats can enter. However, the warriors' den and the leader's den are on either side - making sneak attacks quite difficult. The apprentices' den is beside the warriors', and the preachers' beside the leader's. The nursery and the old medicine den are the safest places to be on the farthest edge of camp. The undesirables have a poorly made den on the far edge of camp. In the center, there's a small makeshift den protecting freshkill from weather.
Every den is the same: medium to large bramble bushes hollowed out, with mossy nests for each cat. The ground is also dug out a little bit to create craters. It should also be noted that the warriors' den and the leaders' den do not have ferns covering entrances, while the others do.
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 19:55:33 GMT -5
C H A R A C T E R S - ★ -
Leader: (Open!)
Deputy:
Sparrowtail || Male || 44 moons || Deputy ➣ Sparrowtail is a bit taller than his average male clanmates, though he’s skinnier too and has slightly less muscle mass. When he fights, instead of just tanking everything so he‘s able to pull off stronger moves, he focuses more on evasion and speed - dodging to the best of his ability, while dealing relatively weak but rapid blows himself. Although, due to his hot-headedness and competitive spirit, he’ll sacrifice neck and limb just to show some cat up if they’re spitting out jeers. His fur is shorthair and light brown with darker classic tabby stripes marking it. A light cream color also marks his muzzle and rings around his green eyes. Overall, Sparrowtail has a naturally aggressive air about him. Everything, from the battle scars on his pelt to just the way he carries himself, speaks of an irritable authority, even if his mouth is shut. ➣ Looking over Sparrowtail’s build and method of battle, one might be confused as to why he of all cats was entrusted with such a high position of power. The answer lays with his strong sense determination: ever since he was named an apprentice he’s been working his tail off to get himself to where he is now, rarely faltering. Even while fighting his steadfastness is very evident, if one takes the time to look. This attribute has portrayed Sparrowtail as a cat who would sacrifice anything for the greater good of LightClan, and that means anything. There’s only one thing he values as much as he does leadership, and that’s Stormpath. Choosing between his illegal lover or his dreams, his entire clan, that would almost break him completely. But he avoids dwelling on depressing topics such as the aforementioned until they pop up in his face. Generally Sparrowtail can be described as an energetic but very competitive spirit, quick to accept challenges or act aggressively when his capabilities are questioned. Occasionally he’ll even initiate such contests of skill with a peer, especially when he’s feeling extreme confidence or insecurity. Usually though, Sparrowtail is a tad too impulsive with his words. He says things quickly without thinking about them all too well, resulting in unnecessary harshness (without apology). Until a cat manages to get close to him, he can be viewed as quite cold because of that. ➣ Sparrowtail’s life has been very fortunate for him thus far. He was born to Sandywhisker and Weaseltoe: the latter actually having been the deputy in his own time, all those moons ago. They raised him to be a very honest tom, and to despise grooming queens or otherwise deceitful cats. His father died from an infected fox bite when Sparrowtail was 9 moons old, and his mother died of old age when he was 37 moons old. However, another large aspect of his childhood was his ambition. His favourite games to play with Stormpath or the other kits were the pretend games, where he’d act like a leader and call himself Sparrowstar and lead his loyal warriors into battle with a rival group of heretic rogues. When he was made an apprentice, he quit playing games and dedicated himself to this ambition entirely. Imagine his face when he was made deputy, back when he was 36 moons old! So far, his life has only been good. The only really hyper-depressing segment was the time he spent mooning over the aforementioned loyal warrior Stormpath. When his feelings had peaked, he already had children with his official mate, Mapleshine. Nothing super horrible has happened regarding their relationship quite yet - Sparrowtail does his best to protect their companionship from any outside interferences - but there’s always the looming guilt and knowledge that the gods will never accept him as long as he stays with his paramour.
Preachers:
Aspenlight || Tom || Seventy-eight moons || Preacher ➣ Aspenlight is a tall, scrawny tom with prickly fur. Essentially, he's not fun to snuggle with. He has half-moon, hazel eyes and a slightly elongated face. He is a silver broken mackerel tabby tom, meaning that his pelt is mostly white with black markings. ➣ Aspenlight is brave and clever. He's always quick to figure out a solution to a problem, though executing it might be some of a problem if he's improvising. He works well under constructive, planned environments, where everything is under his control and he can notice even the smallest odd detail. Aspenlight doesn't work well with others. His heightened idea of his own skills make him selfish, highly unlikely to share anything with anyone. He doesn't necessarily like having to share the preacher role with up to five other cats, which is why he held off from picking an apprentice for so long and left it up to the other preachers to pick them. Aspenlight is stubborn; he tends to neglect change and prefer the old ways. Sometimes, he even fears it. The idea of him abruptly losing his powers of control haunts his life. Also, he tends to believe that he and Alderpaw are the only true preachers and the rest are fakes. He actually does not know this for sure, it's just something he has said since he was a young preacher. Nobody listens to that anymore though. ➣ Aspenlight grew up under his family, who was not as religious as most other LightClan cats. His mom believed in complete honesty and self-exploration, so she allowed Aspenlight and his siblings to explore themselves. When Aspenlight started to report serious prophetic dreams, she was a bit discouraging. Well, she was actually highly discouraging. Aspenlight was the "bad egg" of the group, and she worried that he picked it up from another queen in the nursery. However, the young tom went directly to the preachers and told them about the dreams that he had. Soon afterwards, the preachers picked him as an apprentice. After Aspenlight had become a preacher apprentice, he was energetic and excited. He was ready to help his Clan by interpreting signs and picking mates for cats. He was ready to pour his heart out onto it. However, he soon realized the nature of the other preachers. They were lying and manipulate, something that his parents had been firmly against. He wanted to stop training for a while. Yet, when his preacher mentor offered to teach him how it's done, Aspenlight accepted. He soon fell in love with it and poured all his energy into manipulation and lies. How tragic. Over time, he has become more independent and tough. If any of his three siblings or two parents were alive, he wouldn't talk to them much. He does have a litter of nieces and nephews, who also have kits, but he doesn't care about them at all. When Alderpaw came up to him, explaining her dreams, Aspenlight picked her. They were somewhat representative of the ones that he had when he was younger. N/A || N/A || Gayce (asexual homoromantic)
Spottedlight || She-cat || 29 moons ➣ Spottedlight is a very small, long-bodied golden-brown she-cat with unusual rosette spots (like a Bengal cat) and large, round yellow eyes. Her muzzle, lower legs, and belly are all slightly paler in color, but not quite white, and her ears are unusually large. Her features are well-formed and delicate, and she has a rather sweet and innocent appearance, in addition to being a fairly pretty she-cat. The backs of her ears, as well as her tail-tip and paws, are black, and she has very distinct tabby markings on her face, especially her cheeks. Despite her small stature, she is built fairly solid, and would have been a good hunter if she hadn't taken the path of a preacher. Now, her muscles are soft and her pelt sleek and unmarked by scars; she looks almost more like a kittypet than a Clan cat. ➣ Spottedlight appears to be almost the perfect preacher: wise, kind, forgiving, merciful, and understanding. She is pious, humbly serving StarClan and the gods with every breath she has, and doing all she can to guide her Clanmates with their word. Of course, at times she must be harsh and strict, especially when cats refuse to bend to StarClan's law, but it is always for the greater good of the cats and the Clan. At least, this is the facade that she puts on to keep her power- whether or not she actually exhibits any of these traits is less certain. She is not an evil cat, per se, bearing no malice towards her Clanmates; however, she is selfish. She does what she must do to keep her power and her image, even if that means living a fake life every day, manipulating her Clanmates and, if necessary, using them to further her own agenda. She bears a lot of guilt for her actions but she justifies it in her own mind; after all, she does so much good as a preacher. What are a few sacrifices here and there for the greater good? Despite not having been born with the divinity, Spottedlight truly does try to fulfill her role as a preacher by guiding her Clanmates, and doing her best to help the others interpret their own dreams and omens. In the back of her mind, she carries the hope that if she just does good enough, perhaps the gods will see fit to make her a true preacher. ➣Spottedlight was born one of three kits to a young queen, but all three in the litter were small and weak. Dovekit died very soon after birth- only a few days- and Pinekit died when he was less than a moon old. Spottedkit was the only one to survive, and thus her mother believed with all of her heart that she was special. This was something Spottedkit was told every day after her brother had died: she was special, StarClan had chosen her, she was destined for great things. At two moons old, the seizures started. She managed to keep two a secret, afraid of what they might mean. It would make her an undesirable- she couldn't hunt or fight if she might have a seizure at any moment, and certainly that would make her unfit to be a queen. Another kit witnessed the third seizure, and ran to tell Spottedkit's mother. Spottedkit remembered the stories of preachers and their visions, and the knowledge that she was destined for great things, so she told her mother that Redstar had come and told her that she had been chosen. Somehow, the vision was believable enough that she was not immediately flagged as a liar, and over the next few moons she suffered a few more seizures, each of which she was able to pass off as a vision. She quickly learned that all one needed to make a vision believable was to throw out the name of a god or two, make it vague enough to apply to practically any kind of conflict, and occasionally throw in an ambiguous omen or "prophecy" in there for good measure. At six moons old, she was chosen to become a preacher's apprentice- something she had never truly desired, but which she now realized was her only way out. She had to keep up the act. And that's exactly what she's done ever since. Relationships || Parents (open); littermates Dovekit and Pinekit (both deceased). || Other
(Preacher #3 open!)
Preacher apprentices:
(Oldest apprentice reserved for Alex.)
Morningpaw || Female || Seven moons || Preacher apprentice ➣ Even for her young age, Morningpaw is an exceptionally small cat. If not for the wisdom in her amber eyes and the confident way she bounces around the preacher den, like a long-lost stray finding her way home, she might be mistaken for a kit. She has short, sleek white fur, and a long, skinny tail. Black and brown tortoiseshell spots trail from the top of her head down to the base of her spine. Aside from a few flecks on her sides, a black paw, and a small black speck on her tail, the rest of her body remains fairly unmarked. Thanks to her life of relatively peaceful preacher training, she has no scars and little of the hard, lean muscle that her former denmates are now busy building. ➣ Diligent, respectful, and fully devoted to StarClan, Morningpaw seems pulled straight from a stereotype of the ideal young preacher. Her loyalty - to her gods, naturally, but also to her family, her friends, her mentor, and her fellow preacher apprentice - is almost unrivaled. She is extremely passionate about her job; there is nothing she takes more seriously than using her connection to StarClan to help her Clan. However, Morningpaw is still a touch naive, always willing to believe the best of her Clanmates. Her kind heart also causes her to struggle to fill the punitive side of her preacher role, and while she would never question StarClan or her mentor, privately, she sometimes worries that the other preachers are too strict with LightClan. Additionally, because Morningpaw instinctually defers to those she perceives as having authority greater than hers, she can be quite easy to manipulate. A peacemaker at heart, Morningpaw would rather hold her tongue and accept unfair or unjust treatment than stand up for herself - and, while she hasn't yet been in a situation that would test this side of her personality, she secretly wonders whether or not she would be able to stand up for others if they were the ones being mistreated. However, Morningpaw ultimately has a good heart. She is fully dedicated to doing the right thing, and while her idea of the correct course of action could easily be swayed at this point in her life, her moral code remains strong and steady. ➣ Morningpaw was five moons old when the first vision hit: a sky full of stars engulfed by rolling storm clouds. She would have called it a dream if it weren't for the vivid quality of every second - a too-warm breeze stirring her pelt, the scent of incoming rain swarming her nostrils, the tension crackling in the summer air like the snap of a neck - and her mother's incessant coaching not to dismiss anything that could be a sign from StarClan. Still, it was a shock when her mentor chose her for her apprentice. All Morningpaw really wants is to do right by them - her mother, her mentor, and most importantly, the mysterious red-furred she-cat who visits her in the darkness and whispers of hidden dangers she can't begin to comprehend. N/A. || Open! || Bisexual, though her vow to remain mateless is incredibly important to her. Sees Alderpaw as a sister.
(Third apprentice open for plot reasons in RP; the kit who will be chosen is already claimed.)
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 19:56:36 GMT -5
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Warriors:
Mapleshine || She-cat || Forty-nine moons || Warrior ➣ Mapleshine is a small, muscular she-cat, made for being hard to strike but hitting quite hard. She has pale blue eyes that are shaped like lemons. Her pelt is feathery and soft, but it isn't long. Her sleek fur is mostly white with a few splashes of ginger and gray on it. The patches have darker, classic tabby stripes on it. The markings on the gray are black. ➣ Mapleshine is nice and compassionate. She's hardworking, loyal, and rather energetic. She loves the religion and puts her life on it. StarClan is her escape, and the preachers are her defenders. She's social, having a large group of friends and loving to talk. Because of this, she finds it hard to pay attention to anything that requires her to be alone. However, Mapleshine is rather moody. Her emotions are rather unstable and often extreme. She seems to overreact to the smallest things, and she holds onto them for quite a long time. She loves her family as her whole point in life has been to have one. However, she feels empty inside and wishes to have more kits. She's trying to keep her current family as close to her as possible. She does notice how uncomfortable they often are, and that does make her quite sad. She is often stuck in the past, and she holds onto it like her little kitten. Oftentimes, she misremembers things though and things become distorted. Mapleshine is quite impulsive, but she's also brave. ➣ Mapleshine was born in the most generic family possible. Neither her father nor mother were much of anything special. She had two siblings. One died soon after birth and the other died from greencough when they were apprentices. When Mapleshine was assigned Sparrowstar as a mate, she immediately demanded to have kits. It was a bit disappointing to her that he held off from having them for about twenty moons. When she had the kits, she named Rookpaw after her brother that had died young. Mapleshine never groomed her kits, but she was surprised when Alderpaw started to report prophetic dreams. She is in total support of her daughter. None || Sparrowstar's mate, Alderpaw's and Rookpaw's mother || Straight
Stormpath || Male || Forty-five moons || Warrior ➣ Long and lanky, Stormpath's body was obviously built for speed, not for brute strength. Because of his swiftness, his stealthiness, and his observant nature, Stormpath has earned a reputation as one of the better hunters in LightClan. However, he's extremely dedicated to all of his warrior duties, and he's trained hard to ensure that he's just as powerful in battle as his more muscular counterparts. He's more than willing to use that hunter's precision on any foe he encounters. His fur is a dark, slate-colored gray, with black marbled tabby stripes covering his pelt from head to toe. He has deep amber eyes. ➣ In some ways, Stormpath has grown into the exact cat he was raised to be: pious, deferential, always willing to put his duties before himself. He was a reputation for being hardworking and unobjectionable, the kind of cat that deputies prefer for dawn patrols because at least he won't complain. He also has a reputation for being about as emotionally expressive as a rock. Truthfully, Stormpath is an "action over words" type of cat; he would much rather prove himself by bringing home a mouthful of fresh-kill for someone than by actually talking about how he feels. This has led to a shortage of close relationships in his life, which he mostly tolerates; it's easier to keep his reputation as the perfect warrior afloat when nobody gets close enough to see the cracks. Deep down, however, Stormpath loves like a river, steadily trickling by even in the harshest of droughts, willing to quietly move mountains for the cats that he cares about. He may have been trained never to show it - because he carries secrets inside, unforgivable things in the eyes of both his Clanmates and his gods - but Stormpath actually has a big heart, and while his affections aren't easily earned or seen, they're invaluable. ➣ Stormpath was an apprentice when he first began to notice his male Clanmates in a way that he'd never bothered to acknowledge his female ones. Pious and afraid, he did the only thing he knew how to do: bury his feelings so far inside of himself that he was sure they'd never claw their way to the light again. He received his warrior name and eventually an official mate, and he told himself that even if he wasn't strong enough to learn to love her in earnest, he could at least bow his head and follow StarClan's path for him as best as he could. Moons later, StarClan sent him a test he never could have imagined, and suddenly, to his absolute mortification, he found himself falling for his longtime friend, Sparrowtail. To make matters worse, a sudden greencough outbreak claimed his first mate's life. Guilty, grieving, and absolutely mortified at his persisting crush, Stormpath pushed everyone away, including Sparrowtail - especially Sparrowtail. But he was weak, and they grew close again - too close, close enough for feelings, so close that he couldn't conceal the truth anymore. This time, Stormpath's faith wasn't enough to save him, and finally, he let go of the battle he'd spent his youth fighting and learned what it meant to love outside of the code. Weak as he may be, Stormpath is a smart cat; he knows StarClan will never forgive him, especially now that he's been granted a second mate, Echoheart. But every moment he spends with Sparrowstar brings him closer and closer to the truth: it's a sacrifice he's willing to make. Mates with Echoheart; secretly having an affair with Sparrowstar. || Father of Echoheart's kits when they're born. || Gay
Sootwhisker || Tom || 37 moons || Warrior ➣ Sootwhisker is a short black tom with fluffy fur and wide yellow eyes. His tail is short and a little stubby, and he has a white chin and paws. ➣ Sootwhisker is usually the standing representation of what a warrior should be. Loyal, hard-working, the ability to work with others and alone. He rarely goofs off, and he always gets his job done quick. However, recently, he's been quite the contrary. He's been dragging his paws through his day-to-day duties, and what used to give him happiness now gives him pain. Sootwhisker is stubborn and hard to work with, plus he's fairly inflexible. He doesn't do well with changes. Also, he hates it when other people screw up things that they were supposed to do. ➣ Sootwhisker's life all revolved around Firetail. She was enthusiastic and energetic, like the fire in her name. The two had grown up together, constantly teasing and playing. They became warriors, and they even fell in love, though they knew they couldn't act on their relationship in public until after they were assigned mates. However, they knew they would be paired together, and, as to their thoughts, they were. For several moons, they spent their time together. Then, Firetail became expecting. Nothing abnormal happened. They had two kits together, both tortoiseshell she-cats. He tried to love his kits as best as he could, which was a bit obscure compared to the amount that other fathers did with their kits. Then, when their kits were about to start weaning, Firetail became ill. Alongside the kits. All three cats soon after, and Sootwhisker was devastated. He lost all urge to do duties, and almost all he did, other than go on assigned patrols, was mope around camp for around four moons. In the past three moons, he's started to recover, slowly. Now, in the past few days, Sootwhisker has decided that he needs another mate. He requested to the preachers to have one. For now, he can do is wait for his mate to be assigned. None || None || Heterosexual
Daybird || Tom || 26 moons. ➣ Daybird is a small, sturdy tom with very short light ginger tabby fur and narrow dull green eyes. His pelt is lighter on his lower legs, belly, and face, with distinct stripes and three black rings toward the end of his tail. He also has a rather cheetah-like black lines extending from the inner corner of his eyes, down his muzzle, and to the edges of his nose. The toes on his front left paw are white, and his stripes stop at the knee on all four legs. He also has a large white patch extending from the top of his throat to about his mid-chest. Overall, Daybird is a stout, sturdy, and strong tom, despite his small stature. Because of this, he has had to learn to be more agile, though this is not his natural strength and even with training he is still not very dexterous; in a fight, he would much rather rely on strength than on speed or agility. Because he is not very agile, he is also not a very good hunter- in fact, he's a terrible hunter. He's terrible at sneaking, terrible at tracking, terrible at timing.... all things important to hunting. He tries to avoid hunting patrols at all costs, as it generally just makes him look the fool, and would much rather do patrols. He is very self-conscious, in particular about both his size and his inability to hunt well, and sometimes feels that he's not good enough for the gods or Clan. ➣ Daybird could be described in three words: devout, self-conscious, and hopeful. He is not a complex or ambitious cat and he does not have complex or ambitious desires or motives. His goals in life are very simple: serve the Clan, and serve StarClan. In those regards, he should be considered almost the perfect warrior. He is willing to follow the preachers and the leader almost unquestioningly, and will give his life at their command if he thinks it's what he needs to do for the good of the Clan. Though his parents had always hoped he would- and to a degree, tried to push him- to become a preacher apprentice, he always knew in his heart it was not what he was destined for, and though he legitimately tried to see signs, he never could, and at four moons old he accepted that, told his not-too-happy parents how it was, and moved on with his life. Though it made him distant from his parents- the one thing he did regret later in his life, as he never really made up with them before they died- he has never been torn up about his so-called "failure." After all, not all cats can become preachers, just as not all cats can become leaders, and there's nothing wrong with that. Thus, he is content to simply do his duty to the best of his ability, leave his offerings, and be content with the way things are. Still, he is not without his own insecurities. Though he desperately longs for a mate and kits, he is getting a bit old to be assigned one, and is afraid that he isn't good enough, possibly due to his poor agility and hunting skills. He is not at all concerned with who he might be assigned, as he is quite agreeable and whoever it is- should he eventually get a mate- he's sure he will grow to love her and their eventual kits dearly. His greatest fear is that he will never have the chance. ➣ Daybird was brought up just as many others in the Clan were: constantly badgered about his dreams, questioned about "omens" and overall pushed into at least trying to fake becoming a preacher. His strong sense of morality and loyalty, of course, told him that this was wrong, and eventually he stopped trying- after all, he knew darn well he wasn't a preacher. His parents, Poppyheart and Redshadow, were none too happy to hear that, and all but abandoned him after about four moons old. Still, he wasn't upset to be let alone for a while, and had a quiet and ordinary apprenticeship. He earned his warrior name a bit late due to his lack of hunting skill, but eventually managed it, and his life has been quiet ever since. He doesn't really go out of the way to socialize, so he never developed any particularly close relationships with his Clanmates, but he can still joke around and work with them just fine when the time calls for it. N/A || Poppyheart (mother, deceased) & Redshadow (father, deceased). || Straight.
Robintuft || She-cat || 25 moons || Warrior ➣ Robintuft is a slender, but fluffty mottled tortoiseshell she-cat with splotches of white and cream. Although she has an almost rosy tint to her pelt and his fur is wild. Her ears had fluffy tips and her tail is busy. She has dark, dull, but powerful forest green eyes. She does have on scar; along her spine. It's not noticeable from a distance. ➣ She is the type to be there for a friend when they're feeling down. She is open like a book and it's very clear if she likes another cat as she is gentle and sweet to the cats that catch her attention. She is cheerful to clan mates, can be easily angered and has a thing of disappearing when scared-like her name. She has goals just like any other cat. Be a mother, and raise to a higher position. She is ambitious to make her goals come true by working hard. N/A || Can take whatever || Bisexual-leans to toms
Briarcrow || Tom || 21 moons. ➣ Briarcrow is a long-legged, slender tomcat with thick, long white fur which is mane-like around his neck and especially bushy on his long tail. His large, slanting eyes are two different colors: the left is pale, ice blue, while the right is new leaf green. The tip of his right ear is torn, and he has two small scars on the left side of his muzzle, both from a hawk that attacked him as a young apprentice, which he fought off. Briarcrow's narrow frame, plus his small paws and delicate facial features, give him a feminine and rather dainty appearance that make him appear frailer than he actually is. This, plus his deliberate, delicate movements tend to earn some ridicule from his Clanmates. Still, his movements are efficient, and as such he finds it easy to do many things which others find more difficult, such as climbing, as well as swimming despite his thick pelt. However, this efficiency doesn't carry over into combat, where he is unable to plan his movements as well. He tires quickly in these situations, when forced to rely on strength, and if he is unable to end a fight quickly it's likely he won't win. Still, cleverness and agility, as well as his unsually long and wicked claws- which he is sure to always keep especially sharp- ensure that long fights are rarely a problem. ➣ Briarcrow is an odd cat, and most likely any cat in the Clan would tell you so. He's spent most of his life not necessarily shunned or ignored by the Clan but just... not noticed. He's sort of that odd anecdote that everyone just kind of shrugs and moves on from, and really he's just fine with that. Being a background character in everyone elses' lives has its perks, after all. He manages to avoid most duties, expectations, and responsibilities, and thus far has managed to avoid being assigned a mate as well, something he's certainly relieved about. Of course, that's not to say that he has no desire for friendship, but even if he knew how to approach anyone, who would want to befriend someone like him- blunt, sarcastic, curt, and cynical, not exactly desirable traits. That, and he feels its better for others if he keeps to himself... after all, his opinions on the gods and, even more so, the preachers are not exactly popular, or even voicable. He considers them at best to be overvalued, and at worst to be outright tyrannical, and his views on the gods themselves aren't much nicer. All in all, he considers it best if he doesn't attract attention and keeps to himself... after all, he can't be judged undesirable if no one really bothers to judge him at all. ➣ Overall, Briarcrow's upbringing wasn't... horrible, at least not by LightClan standards. His mother and three littermates died during kitting, and after that his father wanted nothing to do with him. The nursing queens took turns nursing him, but none would keep him for too long- they didn't want him to get "attached," since no queen really wanted to adopt him. They were too busy raising their own litters, sure that in each one there would be a preacher, and they of course couldn't have this cursed little kitten getting in the way of that. Of course, this neglect had its upsides, and unlike the majority of the kits he grew up alongside, he was never pushed to lie or pretend. He was allowed the freedom of being who he wanted and doing what he wanted. He was kept fed and warm, but since no queen really wanted to take responsibility for him, he was mostly left alone and managed to get away with all sorts of mischief as long as it didn't draw too much attention. Of course, that has only served to lend to is strange, asocial, and somewhat openly deviant personality now. N/A || Snowbriar (mother, deceased); (father open); three unnamed littermates (deceased). || Gay.
Brightwing || She-cat || 16 moons. ➣ Brightwing is a very pretty long-furred tortoiseshell she-cat, with vivid golden eyes and snow-white markings; in particular, a patch which extends from her lower jaw to her upper belly, as well as her paws, hind legs to the knee, and tail-tip. her pelt is mostly ginger, but with some major black patches, mostly on her face, right flank, and tail, and soft mottles across the rest of her pelt. Her fur has a soft and wispy quality, and she's always sure to keep it well-groomed. In fact, she has to spend more time grooming than most cats because her fur gets tangled so easily. Her muzzle is quite narrow, while her eyes are large, round, and rimmed with black. She also has a small white patch on the bridge of her nose. Another thing to note is Brightwing's size- despite her rather delicate features, she's a large cat, especially for a she-cat. She's a bit concerned about this, thinking that it makes her unattractive to the toms in the Clan. ➣ Brightwing certainly earns her name with her bright and fiery personality. While many of her Clanmates- and particularly the she-cats- are content to be meek and quietly devoted, this is not the case for Brightwing. She is not afraid to question authority and voice concerns when she feels that it's necessary, even if no one else seems to notice or want to say anything- she will even question preachers if she feels they are being deceitful or unfair. Of course, she won't do so too aggressively, as she does have some sense of self-preservation, but she does tend to be a bit of a nuisance for them. Of course, causing trouble isn't the only aspect of her personality. She is extremely dedicated to the gods and the Clans, even if it doesn't seem like it at times. She is young, flighty, and distractable, and at times emotion and the heat of the moment get in the way of her better judgement. She is quite a romantic, and dreams about when she will eventually be assigned a mate, and who it could be. She flirts with practically every tom in the Clan, though of course her flirtations have no substance... after all, the gods will decide who will be her mate. Though she would be content with a litter or two, she has no intention of ever becoming a "career queen" as it were- she finds too much enjoyment and exhilaration in running through the forest, hunting prey, and chasing off enemies. She is young and so very alive, and nothing bad could happen to her now. ➣ Brightwing was brought up thinking that she was going to be a preacher apprentice- to her parents, every dream was a sign, every thought an omen. Yes, it was her destiny, and no one could convince her or her parents otherwise. Thus, it was a shock when she was passed over as a preacher apprentice, and forced to become a warrior instead. How could no one see how special she was? Of course, the excitement of learning to hunt and fight soon made her forget that, and her distance from her parents now that she was removed from the nursery brought to light that the only reason she ever thought she was a preacher was because they did. But that was over now.... now she could be herself, not who they wanted her to be, and who she was was a warrior! In fact, she's going to be leader one day, she's decided. She has hardly spoken to her parents since she left the nursery, but that doesn't really bother her; she now realizes how toxic they were, and how overwhelming and negative the Clan's strict and blind adherence to the word of the preachers is. Of course, she would never voice those opinions. N/A || Foxtail & co? || Straight.
Apprentices:
Mosspaw || She-cat || 10 moons ➣ Mosspaw is a small, slender, and frail-looking she-cat, with soft, short light brown tabby and white fur and large, watery pale blue eyes. Her pelt is mostly white, but her back, ears, forehead, and the back of her neck are brown tabby. She also has faint stripes down the length of her tail. Her nose is pale pink and always seems to be running. Mosspaw looks frail, and that's because she is. She has always been a fairly weak kit, and occasionally sickly, but she's always managed to pull through- perhaps due more to her strength of spirit than strength of body. She is not physically strong in any sense, and finds fighting, climbing, and any other strength-based task incredible difficult. She is not that much more adept with speed, since she is small and her legs are short; however, she is fairly agile, with her proportionally light weight making it easy for her to balance. ➣ Mosspaw now suffers, and always has, from near-continuous allergies- of course, the cats don't know this, and attribute her constant, mild "cold" as relating to some unseen sin. She is, however, treated less like an undesirable and more like a sympathy case- the tragic apprentice who tries so hard, not bad enough to receive more punishment, but never good enough to deserve a cure. She, herself, believes this: that if only she were to try a little harder, she would be cured and could live a normal life. Instead, she lives on the cusp, at least so far as the Clan is concerned: any moment in her life could bring her truly to the light, or send her toppling irretrievably into the darkness. In truth, Mosspaw's personality is probably as near as any cat her age could get to "perfect." Not out of any inherent perfection, of course, but from a constant purging of anything "negative" in the hope that if she's just a little more kind, or selfless, or brave, perhaps Daisystar will have mercy on her. She is perhaps the kindest and most selfless cat anyone could meet, and this is probably one of the few things about her that's truly genuine. She blindly obedient, and tries her best to be brave, though there are times when she might freeze up entirely in the face of adversary. She is humble, hoping only to serve StarClan and to do her duties to her Clan- she hopes for nothing more than to be healed so that she may live as the Clan expects her to. She is also incredibly naive, and assumes that her Clanmates, and the preachers, actually do have the best interests of the Clan, and their Clanmates, at heart. ➣ Mosspaw was born and raised in the Clan just as any other; however, due to her allergies it was very quickly realized that there was no chance that she was a preacher, and thus she managed to avoid being groomed. Of course, this rejection had its own downsides, in that she lived if not an abused kithood, then a very lonely one. None of the other queens- including her own mother- wanted her to be around their other kits for extended periods of time, for fear of "tainting" them. However, over time she was accepted slightly more, as cats realized her illness was not contagious, nor very severe. This was around the time when the sympathy began, and cats began telling her that she only needed to be more devout. Mosspaw did all she could to learn of each of the gods, their rules, and what she could do to placate them, and in the four moons since she was apprenticed her only goal each and every day is to try and please them. However, as she comes ever closer to- hopefully- earning her warrior name, she becomes more and more discouraged with her perceived lack of progress. Mentor ? || Kin (open) || Straight (maybe? We'll see)
Rookpaw || Tom || Nine moons || Apprentice ➣ Rookpaw is a small, lean tom with short fur, streamlined for slipping through undergrowth without getting his pelt snagged onto a bramble's thorn. His amber eyes are large and round, an almondy shape. He has a gray pelt with black, spotted tabby markings and white that covers the lower half of his body. ➣ Rookpaw is bright and cheerful. If he could smile, that would probably be his expression almost every moment he was alive. This also pairs up with the fact that he's enthusiastic, optimistic and supportive. He always saw a bright future ahead, and he always tried to encourage others into seeing it with him. Rookpaw is also wildly confident. He would proudly share his skills and abilities with his Clanmates. Alongside that, he's very chatty and would talk for hours on end. Some enjoy this, but others find his personality utterly obnoxious. Rookpaw is very prone to his instincts, so he'll often take risks without weighing the pros and cons. This also causes himself to put his own life and well-being over others. If it came to saving his entire Clan or himself, he would save himself. That doesn't mean that he won't feel guilty for doing this afterwards, or, in other similar cases, that he won't reconsider his decision moments after making it. He's rather argumentative as well. Emberheart's apprentice || Sparrowtail's and Mapleshine's son. Alderpaw's brother. || None
Chestnutpaw || Female || Seven moons || Apprentice ➣ A lean and wiry female, Chestnutpaw's creme fur stretches tight over her lack of muscles; tabby splotched face a stark difference from her pristine pelt. A lynx point is the perfect description for her pelt; her chestnut tabby appendages marking the female as a fine specimen. A blanket of gold cloaks her back, as if the sun itself kissed her fur at birth. A profusion of fur resides on her nape and extremities, but seems to be lacking when in regards to her body. Her large ears are tipped with soft tufts of oaky brown, following the dark color of her ears and stockings that partially cover the tabby markings upon her legs. Her tail is set in the same manner, a plethora of dark brown fur. Although her pelt is vivid with sunset colors, her eyes are not: Chestnutpaw possessing some very basic blue eyes. Most would consider her looks to be average, mainly due to her specialties residing in other aspects of this cat's personality. ➣ A monotone voice seeps from the throat of this logical-minded female, her silent nature based solely on the amount of concentration it takes to think, not supposed superiority over her peers. If anything, Chestnutpaw loves her clan dearly, one of the few who only wish to leave visions to the Preachers. Of course, with these current times, this apprentice finds her moral code to be slightly fuddled; the cats whom she'd believed in now cloaked in distrust and lies. However, it is unhealthy to concern oneself with these relations, the lynx point distracting her ever-shifting mind on improving her lacking hunting and battle skills. As much as she would love to sit back and plan strategies, the art of unsheathed claws is Chestnut's adversary. Unafraid to voice her opinions (unless in the face of authority), Chestnutpaw is often described as possessing the voice of reason. No mentor || Family relations are open || None
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Queens:
Foxtail || Female || Fifty-seven moons || Queen ➣ Tall and fluffy, with hard, wizened amber eyes, Foxtail cuts an intimidating figure. Her thick, russet-colored fur seems to stick out in every direction, and the effect is doubled when her hackles are raised. Her tail, long and white-tipped, is the fluffiest part of her body, earning her her warrior name. She also has faint tabby markings along her back and down her spine. Foxtail certainly doesn't carry herself like a career queen, though excluding bouts of warrior work between pregnancies, that's essentially what she is. Years spent in and out of the nursery in rapid succession have left her body softer than the average warrior's, but her fangs remain sharp and her claws remain ready to draw blood. Scars, including a nick in her right ear and a scratch just above her left eye, mar her pelt, reminders that Foxtail has seen her fair share of battle - and she won't go down without a fight. ➣ Most of the Clan considers Foxtail cold-hearted and abrasive, a power-hungry she-cat who only cares to serve her own needs. As a borderline career queen, Foxtail has no chance of snagging any power for herself; her dreams of becoming a preacher were buried moons ago when she began her warrior training. However, she considers her kits - of which there have been many - her last chance at an enduring legacy, the ultimate reflection of her skill as a mother and her ability to fulfill StarClan's will. She also sees them as ideal vessels for her own failed dreams. It's no secret among LightClan queens that kits can be talked into interpreting dreams as prophetic visions and stray feathers as omens, and Foxtail has perfected the art. As a result, she's earned a reputation among her enemies and kits alike for being ruthlessly stern, interested in her offspring only until they find a way to disappoint her, willing to toss them aside at the slightest mistake. Foxtail considers these rumors mere exaggerations, certain that she's simply carrying out her motherly duties by pushing her kits to be the best cats that they can. ➣ Like many LightClan cats, as a kit, Foxtail dreamed of receiving the elusive preacher rank. She was disciplined at five moons old for repeatedly faking prophetic dreams, claiming that Wolfstar, the long-dead first leader of LightClan, had come to her in her sleep and told her directly that it was her destiny to become a preacher apprentice. She held the resulting bitterness deep inside her core, nurturing it until she found a suitable outlet: her first litter of kits. She groomed them - and every subsequent litter - to share stories of secret omens and dreams of deceased leaders, to enforce the code like its importance was seared into their very spirits. So far, she's had little luck; each of her kits has gone on to become warriors. With each litter, she's grown more and more determined and more and more unforgiving. Relationships || Mother of Breezefeather, [last litter one cat here], Emberpelt, Boragetail, Cherryfur (deceased), Nightstorm, Paleflame, Rowankit (deceased), Galekit, Leafkit, [rest of litter four]. || Straight.
Kits: forms
Undesirables:
Boragetail || She-cat || Twenty-seven moons || Undesirable ➣ Boragetail is a lean she-cat with fluffy fur. She was definitely made for being hard to hit in battle and squeezing into smaller places. She has round, pale hazel eyes. Her pelt is mottled and russet. She has a few black tabby stripes on her body. ➣ Boragetail is a shy, hardworking she-cat. She can be resourceful, helpful, and caring. Pay attention to the words. Due to the condition of LightClan, such a promising cat has become paranoid, anxious, and emotionally guarded. It's been all due to her one little quirk. At seemingly random times, she'll start to quiver, her throat will tighten, and her ears will start to feel hot. While these periods tend to be short, they are somewhat common. However, she is practically incapable of doing anything whist in one of those times. Over the seasons, her condition has gotten worse. Each panic attack as gotten longer, and they have become more inconsistent and common. Boragetail lives in paranoia of when her next attack will be. She tries not to express these feelings towards anyone. Away from that, Boragetail greatly desires to be in a relationship, have kits, and feel loved. Her mother never loved her, she knows it. So, she feels that starting a new family will give her the happiness she desires in her life. Yet, she may not ever get one due to her "quirk." ➣ Boragetail was three moons when her panic attacks started. Initially, her mother mistook it for her having visions. So, Boragetail was groomed even harder than most of her siblings. Soon, the Clan realized that there was something wrong with her. It wasn't visions at all. Moons passed, Boragetail was treated the smallest bit differently from her peers. Then, an idea was sprung up about her. The panic attacks she was having were because she was possessed by a cat in the dark forest. A ridiculous idea, yes, but it certainly was a decent explanation for a phenomenon few had seen before. As soon as that idea popped up, Boragetail was automatically shunned by the entire Clan and was lumped together with a mateless group of cats called the undesirables. She never got a mate at the ceremony, and she was forced to live the entirety of her life alone. N/A || Foxtail's and Speckleear's daughter. (second litter) || Heterosexual, probably
Swiftstrike || Female || Twenty moons || Warrior ➣ Small but lean, the best word to describe Swiftstrike's build is precise. Though she certainly isn't the largest or most muscular cat in the Clan, her strength has been carefully cultivated, and she carries herself with the confidence and ease of a cat twice her size. The real intimidation, however, comes from her eyes. Narrow and blue, they carry the hardness of a cat whose life has brought many trials. Beyond that, her face is thin and extremely angular, and her expression is often sour, her tail often lashing. She has a coat of thin, pale silver fur slashed with dark tabby stripes. Her paws, muzzle, and the tip of her tail are all white. Her back leg is permanently twisted, and she walks with a noticeable limp, though she takes care to conceal the pain that her bad leg causes her as much as she possibly can. ➣ Even before the accident, Swiftstrike was known as brash and confrontational. She's always struggled to match the blind faith of her Clanmates, always found fault with the way they hung on the preachers' every word. Her injury - and her subsequent branding as an undesirable by the rest of the Clan - has only served to make her more bitter. Now, Swiftstrike crackles like the sky before a thunderstorm, buzzing with an urgent, angry tension. There isn't a fight left she's unwilling to pick, or a cat she's unwilling to challenge - up to and including the normally untouchable preachers. Logically, Swiftstrike knows that her high temper and low faith are a recipe for disaster, that every move could bring her closer and closer to the uncrossable line of banishment. She just doesn't care. Swiftstrike feels like an uncrossable chasm has split down her life, separating her from the majority of LightClan for all eternity. However, she is extremely loyal to the other members of LightClan's unwanted: disabled cats, heretics, rebels, and anyone else who behaves in a way that doesn't conform to StarClan's unreachable standards. These cats bring out her softer, more compassionate side. Secretly, Swiftstrike goes weak for the disadvantaged and the underprivileged. She also feels deeply for her siblings and any other cats who were victims of extreme grooming as kits, though she will never understand those who give into their mothers' commands and play prophecy through their kithood. Overall, Swiftstrike considers herself the logical product of her youth, the exact cat she was made to be - just not in the way her mother or her superiors could have ever imagined. ➣ After earning a reputation as a one of the fiercest and most dedicated apprentices in the Clan, Swiftstrike was expected to grow into an equally respectable warrior. However, her bright future was cut suddenly, brutally short after she unexpectedly suffered a leg wound that left her permanently disabled. Suddenly, she went from a promising young warrior to a borderline outcast - in LightClan, sudden disability is considered a sign of disfavor from the gods, and her Clanmates began to speculate about what she'd done to earn such a fate. Additionally, while Swiftstrike was left physically able to bear kits, she was excluded from her right to a StarClan-chosen mate. As a lesbian, the lack of a forced male mate actually works in Swiftstrike's favor, but the public shunning and her own inability to complete her warrior duties with the ease she once possessed have both been incredibly painful for her. She's grown incredibly bitter towards the preachers, who she now blames for various struggles in her life - namely, the grooming she suffered at the hands of her mother, the internalized homophobia she's had to work to overcome, and the disdain with which her Clanmates now treat her disability. N/A. || Daughter of Silvernight and Ashbelly (deceased); littermate of Littlekit (stillborn) and Wolfpaw (deceased); sister of Goldenripple, Firewhisker, Frostkit, and [names]. || Lesbian. Has been declared unfit for motherhood and does not have a mate.
Cats Outside of the Clan:
Goldenripple|| She-cat || 30 moons || Rogue (Exiled) ➣ Goldenripple is a pale tortoiseshell she-cat with broad shoulders and long legs. Distinctive mackerel tabby stripes embedded her fur, looking like ripples stretched across her pelt. Also, approximately half of each of her pieces of fur is around half white. (She's a smoke) She has short fur. She is a little more plump than most wild cats. ➣ Goldenripple is independent and can survive on her own for long periods of time, but she prefers to be with other cats. She loves to joke around and solve problems, and she's usually quite laid-back. She's quite intelligent too, and she has a tendency to reflect on her actions and try to improve them. However, she's quite stubborn and argumentative. However, she'll accept that she made a mistake. She's rather curious, adventurous, and brave. However, she takes many risks. Goldenripple is also loud, typically, and emotionally stiff. She is logical and not that emotional at all. This makes her come off as insensitive and rude, which she actually is. She doesn't care what other cats think; she only cares about herself. ➣ Goldenripple grew up with her brother Flamewhisker and parents Ashbelly and Silvernight. She was groomed quite a bit, and even spoke a few lies on her own. She wasn't sure about what she was doing back then, and she was quick to revoke those lies. At the age of around nine moons, she started to lose faith in StarClan and become paranoid about religion. She was forced to lie when she was younger. Were all the preachers liars? Soon, she no longer believed in StarClan. She started to express her opinions, which soon led her to be exiled from LightClan. She's been living on her own since she was thirteen moons old, when she was still an apprentice. She gave herself the name Goldenripple N/A || Silvernight's and Ashbelly's kit. Flamewhisker's sister. || Homosexual
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 19:59:30 GMT -5
R E L A T I O N S H I P S - ★ -
Romantic:
Sparrowtail and Mapleshine are mates. Stormpath and Echoheart are mates. Sparrowtail and Stormpath are secretly in an illegal relationship. Flamewhisker and Boragetail are secretly in an illegal relationship.
Familial:
Sparrowtail and Mapleshine are the parents of Alderpaw and Rookpaw. Foxtail and (name) are the parents of Breezefeather, (second litter one cat), Emberpelt, Cherryfur (deceased), Boragetail, Nightstorm, Rowankit (deceased), Paleflame, Leafkit, Mistkit, and (rest of litter four here). Silvernight and Ashbelly are the parents of Flamewhisker, Goldenripple, Swiftstrike, Littlekit (deceased), Wolfpaw (deceased), Frostkit, and (maybe more?).
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 20:00:23 GMT -5
P L O T S - ★ -
As generations passed, more and more corruption began to surround the preacher rank. First, queens started grooming their kits to feign experiences with Divinity, teaching them to interpret dreams as visions and ordinary objects as omens. Some queens were even willing to outright ask their kits to lie for them - and many of these kits, young and desperate to please their parents, agreed to do it. Second, the preachers themselves became increasingly willing to take advantage of LightClan's blind trust in their word. They began using their influence to suggest punishment for cats that they did not like, pick mate pairs based on their own interests, suggest deputies who favored their strict views, and turn any cat who dared speak out against into outcasts, often reviled by even their own friends and families. Eventually, though the leader remained the formal head of the Clan, preachers were able to convince leaders to bow to their will or face StarClan's alleged wrath.
Now, StarClan has ceased all communication with the three preachers as a form of punishment. To make matters worse, one of the preachers, (open), is an outright fraud; groomed from kithood, she was able to steal an apprentice slot that rightfully belonged to another cat. Now, StarClan speaks to only three cats: Alderpaw, Morningpaw, (open): the cat whose spot (imposter preacher; open) stole all those moons ago. However, Morningpaw and Alderpaw are struggling to interpret the often vague, confusing dreams and omens they've been receiving, especially with their mentors secretly working to hide StarClan's silence and the truth behind their own corruption. Meanwhile, (name) has been branded a heretic for supposedly speaking of "false" communications from the Gods.
Additionally, the preacher's increasing control has left LightClan in an odd position. On one paw, the Clan has adapted to become more religious than ever. Most cats follow the code down to every minute detail, in part out of fear of what the preachers will have done to them if they don't embrace their faith fully enough and in part because cats are raised to value absolute, unyielding obedience to both their preachers and their Gods. However, cats that fall outside of their religion's norms - the disabled, the ill, those who are attracted to cats of their own gender, or those who otherwise resist the constraints that their religion puts upon them - have been left with no choice but to sneak around to lead happy and fulfilling lives. Some cats - including the deputy himself, unbeknownst to the Clan - have entered forbidden relationships, choosing love over forced mateship. Some cats have embraced their outsider status, happy to exist for reasons other than bearing kits. There are even whispers of cats who want to bring medicine back to protect their loved ones from dying preventable deaths.
With the third preacher apprentice spot open and rumored to soon be filled, tensions are at an all-time high. Queens are desperate to push their kits into the life every cat not-so-secretly covets, the preachers are desperate to hide the lie that their profession has become, and Alderpaw, Morningpaw, and (name) are desperate to figure out the truth behind StarClan's ominous messages.
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 20:01:20 GMT -5
T R A D I T I O N S - ★ -
I. The Gathering: Under the full moon, half of the LightClan cats will travel to the Moontower: including able warriors and apprentices, queens (not carrying or nursing kits younger than three moons), strong elders, and of course, the leader, deputy, and six preachers. The ceremony will begin with the leader and deputy discussing what's happened in the past moon with those present. Then, the three fully-fledged preachers will take over, make a small speech, and then announce the true beginning of the night. From that point on, no cat may speak or sleep until the sun rises. This ceremony is used as a bonding time with StarClan and the gods, and it's the absolute best time to request happiness and health.
II. Gifts: One of the most simplistic traditions of LightClan. At any day and any time, cats may collect gifts for the gods and leave them in the Moontower. These gifts can be from pretty flowers or leaves, freshkill, feathers - whatever said cat thinks the gods may appreciate. When requesting assistance or fortune from the gods, it's considered extremely disrespectful to do so without presenting and offering.
III. Mate Pairing: As previously stated, Redstar governs over love and fertility. She is the one who speaks to preachers about the perfect mate for each (able and trustworthy) warrior. Cats deemed heretics or disloyal, or cats with disabilities, will not receive mates and are therefore forbidden from having kits. Cats who endure serious injuries (ages 18-22 moons) are also forbidden from taking mates, because the preachers have always assumed it to be a sign. The pairs are chosen so their offspring are the strongest - other factors, such as compatibility, are generally disregarded. After all, questioning and disrespecting your perfect match is comparable to questioning and disrespecting Redstar herself. However, due to the corruption surrounding the preacher rank, none of the gods have uttered a word to the preachers for a long while. All mate pairs are chosen with the personal interest of the preachers in mind at this point. When Redstar did control who was paired with who, she was much more reasonable - if two cats were obviously crushing on each other, she'd pair them, and gay or asexual cats were left out of the system.
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 20:04:02 GMT -5
O T H E R - ★ -
News [OOC]: - 1/11/2017: beats me
News [IC]: - 1/11/17: i don't know
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 20:05:30 GMT -5
M E M B E R S - ★ -
lit-clan - Administrator
@animefreak - Moderator Sparrowtail, Cloudwillow, Finchflame, and Breezefeather.
December - Moderator Morningpaw, Stormpath, Foxtail, and Swiftstrike.
Alpha - Moderator Aspenlight, Mapleshine, Sootwhisker, Rookpaw, Boragetail, and Goldenripple.
Aphelyon - Member Spottedlight, Daybird, Briarcrow, Brightwing, Mosspaw
Невыносимая коммунизм - Member Chesnutpaw
@switchblsde - Member Robintuft
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 20:05:55 GMT -5
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 20:06:32 GMT -5
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 20:06:44 GMT -5
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Post by Alpha on Nov 6, 2017 18:22:30 GMT -5
When Boragetail opened her dull hazel eyes, thick morning fog shrouded the forest and obscured the sky. She could barely see to the other side of camp, where the preacher’s den laid. A small breeze blew around her, making the leaves of the bramble bush she was under flap. Around her, fellow cats, isolated from the rest of the Clan and forced to be in this den, were huddled in their nests. Despite that, camp was already awake. Sparrowtail organized patrols, apprentices were talking with their mentors, [put leader here] was discussing some things with another warrior, and Aspenlight was watching them all like a hawk. After glancing at the camp, shame burned her ears. Shame of this den, shame of her differences, shame of herself. She swiftly turned her head away and curled up. She didn’t want to go back to sleep, not at all. Her belly was rumbling, but the prey pile seemed so far. At that moment, a wave of dread swept over her. Her throat began to close, and her mouth became dry. She tried to swallow, but she ended up choking. By now, she would’ve darting around to find some water, but the urge to not be noticed kept her pinned. Soon, heat under her ears burned, and her heart went thumpthumpthumpthump. She clawed the nest and breathed as hard as she could, all while her body continuously shook. Was she going to die? Because, goodness, it sure felt like it. Boragetail tried her hardest to ride through it and not be noticed by another cat. Soon, however, Boragetail started to relax. It was over, but new ripples of anger pulsed inside her. She hated this “quirk” she had with a passion stronger than any conflagration. Not only did make her feel like dirt for the time that it lasted, it also ruined her whole life! She remembered the first time it happened to her. It was when she was young, only fully weening off her mother’s milk a moon ago. She was playing a game with her siblings when it happened. Swiftly, she left the game and went to hide. Originally, her mother, Foxtail, assumed it was her getting a sign and that she was destined to be a preacher. She pushed this on her for a while, and on the preachers too. However, as is obvious now, she did not have the divinity. When her mother finally gave up when her other siblings claimed to have dreams, she swore it off as it being the Dark Forest and forced Boragetail to become an undesirable. Since then, nothing’s changed. Most cats in the Clan think she’s possessed by a Dark Forest cat, and when the “quirk” activates, it’s that cat communicating with the rest of the Dark Forest. Boragetail raised her head again and looked around camp. It’s somewhat empty now, with most cats having left the camp. Hesitantly, she got up, stretched out, and left the den. She dragged herself to the fresh-kill pile, her belly growling. But when she got to it, it was empty. Nothing but a few specks of fur within. With a sigh, she whipped around and started to head out of camp. PatienceTheVirtue
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Post by Aphelyon on Nov 7, 2017 20:59:06 GMT -5
(quick and possibly silly question: is everything that happened in the original roleplay still "canon" so to speak [at least where the same characters remain] or is this a completely fresh start?)
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Post by Alpha on Nov 7, 2017 21:16:52 GMT -5
(quick and possibly silly question: is everything that happened in the original roleplay still "canon" so to speak [at least where the same characters remain] or is this a completely fresh start?) (It's a fresh start)
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Nov 7, 2017 21:22:41 GMT -5
☞ ☼♗ ☜
A soft rumble left the female's throat; azure eyes fluttering open as delicately as a moth's dusted wing. It was a cycle - the apprentice decided - waking up and tending to her duties was an endless ring of boredom. There wasn't much room to complain, as accusations and stories among mothers and their kits had risen to critical levels not too long ago. No cat was spared from the rumors that drifted through camp, brushing against one's pelt and running themselves through the mind whenever eyes were laid upon the preachers. A scrap of hope perpetually resided within Chestnutpaw's chest, the young apprentice hoping desperately that this was all a bad dream. But as each day stayed the same, the apprentice soon came across the realization that this was the new norm, lying tongues and sharp eyes always holding the higher positions of LightClan. It made her sick to her stomach, leading the cat to gaze down at the kill-pile with disdain - taking a seat until her appetite decided to return.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 8, 2017 15:50:11 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Are we open to rp? >> RP <<
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 9, 2017 11:37:57 GMT -5
(Yes, we're officially open! Feel free to start.
Also: this is a completely fresh start, but how much things change individually for your characters is up to you and others involved in their plot. For example, Sparrowtail's plot and all plots related to him are going to change because he's now the deputy, not the leader. On the other hand, Morningpaw and Spottedlight will probably have a similar relationship [unless you want to change something], because their roles and plots haven't changed much. [This is Dec by the way.])
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 9, 2017 16:34:09 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Alrighty good to know! Im just glad this clan didn't die for good. >> RP <<
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Post by Aphelyon on Nov 13, 2017 11:24:32 GMT -5
(ooops I totally forgot to ever put up starters lmao. December, do you want to redo Morningpaw and Spottedlight's whole conversation or do you want to just pick that up where we left off?)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 12:32:13 GMT -5
>> Ooc << well I changed Grayinglight to Violetlight... Now Im thinking of changing it to Fadinglight because my kitty is evil and the light is slowly fading from her soul >> RP <<
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Post by Alpha on Nov 13, 2017 13:50:49 GMT -5
>> Ooc << well I changed Grayinglight to Violetlight... Now Im thinking of changing it to Fadinglight because my kitty is evil and the light is slowly fading from her soul [/div][/quote] (What if you name her something that does fade, much rather than fading-. For example, Dusklight because the sun is setting.)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 15:51:51 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Hmmm I kinda like Fadinglight though... it fits her history and personality. >> RP <<
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Post by December on Nov 17, 2017 11:57:47 GMT -5
(ooops I totally forgot to ever put up starters lmao. December, do you want to redo Morningpaw and Spottedlight's whole conversation or do you want to just pick that up where we left off?) (We can just pick up where we left off, probably. I think it was my turn, so I'll try to get a reply up later tonight. Also, big apologies for neglecting this thread and RP in general. College went from zero to sixty on me with no warning in a weird place in the semester, lmao. And my job's gotten more demanding, and things are just a lot right now. But I should hopefully be getting posts up soon!)
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Post by Aphelyon on Nov 17, 2017 13:46:30 GMT -5
(No problem. I won't be able to reply til Monday anyways lol)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 18, 2017 20:30:17 GMT -5
>> Ooc << My apologizes i get my soft cast off monday but i have a lot of homework i have to do this weekend. >> RP <<
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