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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 13, 2018 14:06:02 GMT -5
Tigerfang lunged to follow his mate across the tree bridge, his claws digging deep into its bark to ensure he wouldn't get his fur wet, a terrifying prospect for the tom who'd rather pull each piece of his fur from his pelt before getting it wet. The large tom stalked across the bridge at a careful pace before leaping down to the island with a thump, his larger frame not built for elegance or quietness of paw. The handsome tom dropped his prey on the fresh kill pile, touching his nose to his mate's pelt, "I have every faith, and StarClan chose a fantastic leader," he said. Honesty dripping from his every word, though it was clear he seemed that little more distant now they had returned to camp. Such was his nature, and there was never anything cruel meant by his manner. He loved Goldenstar more than words could ever truly describe, and nothing could stop that.
"Are you going to call it?" He offered, feeling the stares of their clanmates burrying deep into his fur and making him shift from paw to paw in a show of discomfort at their watching gazes. Goldenstar could feel the sudden distance between them, and for a heartbeat she lamented this fact, though she didn't dwell on it. It was part of Tigerfang's nature to be this way, and it would take them both a while to adjust to her new rank and title. He meant nothing by it. Shaking out her pelt, Goldenstar cast a glance around the camp. A few cats were watching, whispering to each other. No doubt they were waiting for her announcements, her first decisions as leader. Turning back to Tigerfang, the ginger she-cat shook her head.
"No, not just yet. I need some more time to think, and to rest." She paused, considering what she would do about the situation, before she gave a slight nod. "I'll make the announcement at dusk." The thought of sleep caused her to force back a yawn, and she suddenly realized how exhausted she was. She hadn't slept- not truly- since before the previous dawn. True, her nine lives ceremony had been a dream, but she did not awake feeling refreshed; rather, sore from the pain and the weight of her new responsibility. She had to stop herself from wincing as she remembered the agony that washed over her with each new life. She blinked, forcing back the memory and focusing instead on the present, her current hunger and exhaustion. "For now... I must eat, and nap. Care to join me?" she asked Tigerfang, tilting her head.
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Post by Felicia on Apr 13, 2018 14:06:10 GMT -5
Name: Nightcreek Gender: Male Age:45 Moons old (or, 3 years and 9 Months) Virtues:
Clever, Skilled Ancestry:
Shadowclan-Riverclan Relationships:Troutleap is his mother, and Shadeleaf is his father. Both are NPCs. He's open to siblings, children, nieces, or others. Children/Nieces are a highlight! Appearance: Ironically, Nightcreek is not dark-furred, even if his name implies otherwise. This witty tom is Gray and white with blotches of darger gray here and there- He has vibrant forest-green eyes and quite the amount of scars here and there. He has a notch on each of his ears. He has a very long tail and whiskers, providing him with a high balance. He's not exactly ripped but he can hold off the normal foe with no trouble. He focuses on agility and hunting. Personality: Nightcreek can be easily resumed in 10 words: Astute, cunning, sly, clever, calm, charismatic, convincing, manipulative, erratic, and finally, devious. Also rather argumentative and haughty. He hides most of his arrogance and haughtiness behind clean, seemingly transparent smiles and friendly salutes, always keeping himself on peoples' nice side. Only his closest friends and family can perceive his true nature through the façade he puts up on the daily, having mastered the arts of acting, faking and performing. He's starting to obsess over power. History:Nightcreek grew up normally on Tempestclan, having heard about all the great clans that once inhabitated the lake territory. Known as Nightkit by then, he was raised by Troutleap and Shadeleaf. Shadeleaf was more or less an absent father and Troutleap was just a passtime. She taught Nightcreek to always show a happy face mask to the public, and so he learned from her. They were very close, until one night, Troutleap just stopped breathing. Nightkit desperately wailed, but she wouldn't wake up. The reasons of her death were unknown but some still presume nowadays that she had been killed by Starclan's fury, as she was a rather grouchy, ill-spirited molly. In reality she just had an heart attack. From this point on, Nightkit kept on with his life as normally as he capable of, but he could not avoid following his father's steps. When he became an apprentice, he confronted him outside camp, silently and sneakily following him, not being capable of suffocating his desires of having a parental figure (One he lacked since birth) anymore. Shockingly Shadeleaf lashed out to Nightpaw and scratched him in the cheek before furiously leaving the scene, not before muttering scorching words. "I never meant to have you. You and your mother just made my life hell." He snarled. "And I sure as hell ain't your father." Nightpaw sat there in silence, his own soul scrambled in pieces as his eyes and face flooded with transparent & red liquid. He learned never to act on impulse from that moment on, coldly calculating everything on his head, what was, what is, and what could be if enough polishing was applied... Those seemingly small events combed his skills to mold the tom he is today. He meant to go to the top- so Troutleap would be proud, high in the Starclan fields, and so that Shadeleaf could finally recognize him as his son. So that he could make a name of his own. When he became a warrior, Shadeleaf retired to the elders den due to an increasing blindness he was acquiring with age, so there was no way for Nightcreek to contact him in solitude anymore. The older cat gave him defiant glares whenever he passed by the elders' den, even if his vision was starting to seem flawed. He refused to acknowledge Nightcreek. When Goldenstar rose up as leader of Tempestclan, Nightcreek suddenly realized what his new objective in life would be, definitely; He'd try to take Goldenstar down from her peak. On the tom's eyes, she was too frail, inexperienced, not at all headstrong and doubtful, and so on. No leader material. He was also mad at the fact that she was a Thunderclan descent. Tempestclan NEEDED change! Why did ONE single lineage of Thunderclanners lead the whole 4? Why not Riverclan, Shadowclan?! Even the twig-boned, featherbrained windclanned families could! And HE, too, could be the change! He could have. No...- He was going to be. Of course, he'd never dirty his own paws- He only needed words, because words are the only power in this world... That you'll never need to spill blood on. Pic:
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 13, 2018 14:11:46 GMT -5
(looks good to me. The only change I would ask is that you use a photo rather than the drawing provided, for consistency. His whole history won't be listed on the front page [it's too long to fit well] but I appreciate the addition of it to add some scope to the character. Ooh, also, maybe Badgerpaw and Halfpaw could be his kits? Or his niece & nephew, if you prefer that.)
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Post by Felicia on Apr 13, 2018 14:17:13 GMT -5
(looks good to me. The only change I would ask is that you use a photo rather than the drawing provided, for consistency. His whole history won't be listed on the front page [it's too long to fit well] but I appreciate the addition of it to add some scope to the character.) how do i do the photo thing to ^^"? Nightcreek's design is not possible irl i think so there's no chance i'll go across a pic of a cat like him unless I edit one myself... And that'd hurt LOL |
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 13, 2018 14:18:25 GMT -5
(maybe not exactly like he is there but I'm sure we could find something similar. And I can do some slight editing if need be.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 14:18:51 GMT -5
[cub] Concern was apparent to the young tom as he watched the toll of everything which had happened to his beloved came down on her shoulders all at once, his eyes darkened for a moment with concern for the new leader. He lowered his head to lift a squirrel from the pile and offered it to her with a purr, "I think you need it more than I do," Tigerfang told him with a rumbling laugh. Offering his shoulder for her to lean on should she need it, the sudden tiredness and the change in the way she conducted herself made him worried. He licked her ear, settling down a little way away in an especially sunny spot. It was a little more private, so he was more comfortable than he might have been. He rested his head on his paws and waited for him to join her. Watching her with an expectant look, a soft purr rumbling from him. [/sub]
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 13, 2018 14:29:08 GMT -5
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 13, 2018 14:33:06 GMT -5
Goldenstar nodded gratefully, following Tigerfang over to the sunny area and settling down on the grass next to him to eat. Her belly grumbled as she dug into the squirrel with a surprising vigor; she hadn't realized she was so hungry, either. Normally, the squirrel would have been far to much for her to eat alone, but in her famished state, and after the long trek to the Moonpool and back, she finished it almost before she realized she had started to eat. She licked the blood from her whiskers and pushed the remains to the side, before snuggling against Tigerfang's flank and resting her chin on his solid shoulders. A purr rumbled in her chest and she twined her tail with his, taking comfort in his presence and the privacy of this moment, hidden from the eyes of the rest of the Clan. She knew she should savor it while it lasted- most likely, moments such as this would become few and far between all too soon.
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Post by Felicia on Apr 13, 2018 14:44:06 GMT -5
(maybe not exactly like he is there but I'm sure we could find something similar. And I can do some slight editing if need be.)
I found this but it seems the pics would look really crappy if I cropped 'em out. What do you think? messybeast.com/images/phaeomelanin-failure.jpg |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 14:46:33 GMT -5
A soft purr slipping from his lips, the young warrior nuzzled close to her mate. Happily grooming the blood from her whiskers and muzzle in an affectionate manner, his long tail tip draping across her flanks, enjoying the closeness with his new leader. "Every time, I swear to starclan you manage to bring back the entire forest with you in moss on your pelt," he purred as be began taking the moss from her pelt. Amusement lighting his tone as he worked consistently, his mind absent and happy for the time being. "You may be leader, but your as messy as a kit," he said with a rumbling laugh.
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 13, 2018 15:01:53 GMT -5
(hmm the image quality isn't great and it's indoors which I'm not a huge fan of, but if you're absolutely not satisfied with anything else you can find then go for it.)The light ginger she-cat let out a defiant huff, but was too tired to argue any more than that. It was true, her long, wispy pelt did tend to pick up more debris than many of her Clanmates... but then, it gave Tigerfang an excuse to groom her, so it wasn't all bad; or so Goldenstar thought with amusement as she allowed his gentle care, and the warmth of the sunlight, to lull her to sleep. Now that she was full, it didn't take her long at all to doze off, her breathing gentle and her paws or tail-tip twitching only occasionally with her dreams.
(sorry again for the shortness. We may have to skip ahead a little bit, maybe to dusk when she decides the deputy.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 15:07:58 GMT -5
Watching her doze with a chuckle, he pressed close but didn't allow himself to doze off beside her. Happy to let her sleep whilst he kept watch of the world around him, and protect his mate from anything that might mean her home. His eyes were like lead but he kept them open, he'd been unable to sleep the night before for worry of Goldensong, but he still refused for now.
(Sure)
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 13, 2018 16:05:01 GMT -5
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Hey guys! I'm looking to join, this RP looks awesome with a pretty cool plotline. Is this the joining page... Or... ??
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 13, 2018 16:12:36 GMT -5
(Yes you can join on here)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 16:40:02 GMT -5
(finally finished making my new clan! [this isn’t an advert, just me expressing happiness XD it took forever XD)
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Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Apr 13, 2018 17:17:41 GMT -5
Aphelyon I don't really get the ancestry thing, tbh. I don't really get why it's a big deal when the Clan is kinda one now and it's understandable for them to breed with each other? Why are certain pairings more acceptable than others? Maybe I didn't see you explain it somewhere, I just don't really get it. Not saying I won't edit my cats or anything, I'm just trying to understand this xD Since Willowtuft is River/Shadow, his mate claimed Wind ancestry, so I just chose two Clans for each of their children that they would identify with. Does that make sense? I will change them to something else, of course, just trying to make what I did make sense!
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Post by Felicia on Apr 13, 2018 19:43:54 GMT -5
Aphelyon Should I crop the pic/s? If not then just put that as the images ig lol <3
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 16, 2018 11:32:57 GMT -5
(yeah if you want just pick one and crop it to that one.
Sorry I vanished for a few days, it was not intentional. I ended up in a position where I didn't really have the time to reply as I had intended, and for that I sincerely apologize.
As for the ancestry, I had explained it very briefly on the front page but it is very brief, so allow me to go more in depth. It is true that they are all one Clan and they are all still loyal to each other; however, there is still a great deal of nostalgia for the original four Clans, and many cats still try to emulate what they know of the ideals and personalities of their ancestor Clans, contributing to which Clan they "claim" as their ancestor Clan. Plus, it has been only three generations, and since cats tend to have some "loyalty" to their ancestor Clans, they tend to choose mates who are of similar ancestry; sort of in the same way that despite not NEEDING to, people of similar ethnicity or religions tend to marry. To give a better "visual"... The old Clans end, and each Clan has probably four, maybe five survivors which contribute to TempestClan. Of those survivors, most probably take mates [if possible] from within their original Clan; if not, then the ThunderClan and WindClan cats tend to stick together, and the RiverClan and ShadowClan cats tend to stick together, just due to their geographical and cultural similarities. So TempestClan gen1 is gonna be mostly full-Clan cats, with some half-Clan. Gen2 is gonna be mostly half-Clan cats. Gen3, which is what most of the cats in the Clan currently are, are still mostly half-Clan, though some might have blood from three or all four Clans; these will still be the minority. The youngest apprentices and new kits would probably be gen4, who are far enough removed from the original Clans that the idea of their ancestry is not probably especially prominent; however, it is still important to the older cats in the Clan, especially elders and senior warriors, who are almost full-blooded.
In the end, it's really a nostalgia thing more than anything else. Cats still have a great deal of respect and admiration for the ancestor Clans, and thus do what they can to carry on their memories, and to emulate what they know of their ideals, which is why it's important to the cats- it's a difference in values. Of course, all cats of TempestClan share core values, and loyalty to their Clan, but past that, what they value depends somewhat on their ancestry and what they've learned from their mentors and parents. So, cats of ThunderClan descent have likely been taught that courage and doing the right thing are the most important, while a WindClan cat is probably taught faith in StarClan and loyalty to their leaders and elders, and a ShadowClan cat is taught to be reserved and independent. Obviously, these mix more and more as the Clan goes on; older cats, like the elders, would tend to display more Clan-specific traits than young apprentices, who have been pretty well exposed to the values of all the Clans.
Sorry it's kind of a long explanation, but I hope it makes some kind of sense lol.)
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 17, 2018 15:11:19 GMT -5
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Is there any need for shecats or toms? Or any specific kinda cat to help the plot progress?
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2018 15:20:46 GMT -5
(not that I can really think of at the moment. Always a good use for cats who can cause dissent, but that can be pretty passive. That's about it really.)
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 17, 2018 20:40:14 GMT -5
Name: Pineclaw Gender: Tom Age: 41 moons Virtues: Strength and Honesty Ancestry: Shadowclan and Thunderclan, but definitely claims Shadow clan as his main lineage. Relationships: None. But definitely open! 😉 Appearance: Solid dark russet tom with medium length fur. Along his spine and shoulders his fur is darker almost to the point where some are almost a deep rich brown. Around his muzzle and on his chin the fur is a dark cream that blends back to dark russet as it goes back to his face. His eyes are a light green yellow surrounded by liver pigmented skin with his nose and paw pads also being the same color. The toms frame is pretty solid neither on the bulky side nor the skinny side. However his legs are long making him slightly taller than the average cat. Personality: Pineclaw is pretty straight forward when it comes to things. He like to call it how he sees it and is never afraid to speak his mind. Once his mind is made up it's pretty hard to changing it, and this stubbornness can sometimes cause negative repercussions. He is a strong believer in the clan returning to it's original clans and would even be willing to take a leadership position to make it happen. Those in his inner circle of friends he is fiercely loyal to and does his best to be considerate others. History: Was born and raised in the clan and with his mother being of Shadowclan decent the russet tom tends to lean more towards that clan. The russet tom was always a ambitious go getter as an apprentice and never hesitated to hunt or jump into battle. He had a brother who was carried off by an eagle just before their apprenticeship started so ever since then he's never like the open space and tends to always be looking up just in case. (PS I might bring him into the RP later since his fate was unknown just simply assumed as deceased) Pic: *** Name: Haze (Hazepaw) Gender: She-cat Age:13 moons Virtues: Compassion and Spirit Ancestry: Outsider lineage. Relationships: None. Appearance: Haze is a grey shecat with black tabby stripes. From her spine to mid-ribcage is dark grey and below that is a lighter pale grey. She is a small lean framed shecat with short fur and pale green eyes. Her face is triangular and she has a long striped tail. Personality: Haze is a very sweet natured shecat with a caring soul. She definitely can be very social, and likes the idea of living in a group. The grey tabby isn't one to ever hold a grudge so she is never in a foul mood and if she is it isn't for long. She definitely believes in guidance from ancestors and those in the stars. History: Haze is the only one left alone in her family. When she was younger her and her family were attacked by a pair of foxes in leafbare killing her sister and mother. Ever since their death Haze has been on her own, however she has been recently having dreams of her sister who has been guiding her her paws to go straight towards the lake. Pic: ***   |
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2018 20:56:52 GMT -5
(looks good. Haze won't have her virtues listed yet though, since she's not a warrior.)
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 17, 2018 20:58:25 GMT -5
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Yeah that's fine I just wanted to post them cause I feel like they also give people a feel on what she's like. Also where would be a good place for me to jump in?
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2018 21:13:02 GMT -5
(depends which character you want to use, and how you want Haze to end up in the Clan.)
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 17, 2018 21:42:52 GMT -5
|| OOC || Are there any patrols out for Haze to run into one. And if I could possibly get a quick mini update on where most cats are at I'll throw Pineclaw into the mix.
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2018 21:49:06 GMT -5
(the only ones that are located are Tigerfang and Goldenstar, who are asleep in a corner of camp; Smoketail in the medicine den; and Rainpuddle, who is theoretically somewhere in camp. There could be a patrol out, but it's not established one way or another.)
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 17, 2018 22:02:07 GMT -5
||OOC|| Okay thank you.
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Haze woke startled from her dream her short tabby fur slightly standing up showing her unease. The grey tabby shecat had taken a small nap and in her dream she saw her sister again. This time she was calling out to her but Haze was unable to hear her meows. Shaking her small triangular head she cleared her thoughts and rose to her paws. They were sore from having been walking for so long, but that didn't stop them from moving. Tentatively she started to walk again, her goal a twoleg structure in the distance. Maybe she could get an easy catch there and a warm place to sleep by Nightfall.
Pineclaw had just finished adding some more feathers to his nest. He had eaten a pigeon earlier and saved the soft feathers for his nest. Leaving the warriors den the russet tom looked around for something to do. Spotting Rainpuddle, Pineclaw headed straight towards him. "Hey would you like to go hunting with me?", The tom asked not wanting to go alone and thought it would be nice to have the company of a friend.
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Post by Aphelyon on Apr 17, 2018 22:23:26 GMT -5
After returning from the patrol, Rainpuddle had retreated to a quiet corner of the camp, under a clump of ferns, to groom his ruffled pelt and to wait for Goldenstar's announcements. He had begun to doze off slightly as Pineclaw approached, and started slightly as he heard the other tom's voice. "Oh, you scared me," the tom meowed lightheartedly, smoothing down his fur as he settled into a sitting position, blinking as his eyes readjusted to the light. "Hunting?" he meowed, glancing towards the fresh-kill pile. It was looking a little low. "Yeah, sure. But we shouldn't stay out too long. Goldenstar will probably announce the new deputy before it gets too late. I would hate to miss her announcement." He got to his paws and shook out his pelt, before arching his back in a luxurious stretch. "Where do you think we should go?" he asked as he straightened back up, looking at the russet tom expectantly.
It was still a while before dusk when Goldenstar awoke again, feeling far more well-rested than she had in a while. She raised her head from Tigerfang's back, letting out a wide yawn and stretching out her legs. "Mmm, good afternoon, my love," she murmured, stretching her head forward to nuzzle her mate's cheek. "Did I sleep for long?"
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Post by Falconwing on Apr 17, 2018 22:31:43 GMT -5
Pineclaw thought for a minute before responding, "How about just close by just between here and the Horseplace?" As he waited for Rainpuddle to either agree or disagree the russet tom went ahead and started to pad towards the camp entrance. He also didn't wanna miss the announcements so he thought about only making like two or three kills. That would be enough for him and one or two other cats. His mind then started to wonder about who would be chosen as deputy and he though about asking Rainpuddle what he though about who the new deputy should be.
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Post by MotherofSolace on Apr 17, 2018 22:31:45 GMT -5
{ Quick question before I join( this is probably a very stupid question but I'm just double checking) if we add an image of our character we don't need to fill out the description on looks do I? }
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DM me if u want