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Post by owlspots on Feb 25, 2019 17:07:34 GMT -5
✧ STORMCLAN✧ - the bold and the strong - Darkness swallows you, and you are surrounded entirely in shadow. Are you alone? You blink, and the piercing yellow eyes staring down at you tell you that you are not. A warrior emerges from the darkness, his stormy grey pelt speckled with stars, and he brings with him a torrent of light into the shadows. "Rise," he commands. "I am Stormstar, the first of many leaders of StormClan, and I bring with me a proposition." -----
StormClan resides by the foot of a mountain, in the heart of a deep forest. The camp itself is located in a glade surrounded by tall trees -some of which separate it from the mountain itself - and is guarded by walls of thorn and bramble packed thick to keep out unwanted guests. A river of considerable size runs through the territory not far from the camp and is fed by a mountain waterfall in the far west of the hunting grounds. Beyond the forest is a small twolegplace where kittypets and rogues alike make their home, but StormClan rarely has trouble with the twolegs who live there, as they live so far into the forest. Common birds make their home in the woodlands of StormClan's territory, alongside small mammals such as mice and voles; rabbits are rare, but not impossible to find. With such little twoleg activity in their territory, the most prominent danger to StormClan are the mountain predators: eagles and other birds of prey, as well as foxes, badgers, and even sometimes cougars.
StormClan warriors are renowned for their strength and their prowess on the battlefield.
✧ REGULATIONS ✧ ✧ This is a semi-literate Clan. Please try to avoid one-liners and make your posts as descriptive as possible so that other roleplayers have something to go off, and that your own posts aren't too vague for anybody to respond properly to.
✧ Drama is perfectly fine as long as it does not interrupt, disturb or belittle any major plots. If you'd like to start any drama, please DM owlspots and we can discuss it!
✧ Be kind, courteous and polite with other roleplayers. Basic respect is a fundamental stone for any roleplay community and I will not tolerate anybody who does not abide by this rule. There are also minors on this site, so avoid profanity and do not write any mating/kitting scenes.
✧ I'd like StormClan to be as active as possible, so please try to be online at least a few times a week to respond. This helps prevent anybody getting lost in the plot and being in need of large recaps. If any one of your cats is in a (semi-)high position, please try to be very active. Any inactive cats will be removed from the allegiances after two weeks unless I am notified beforehand that you are going to be inactive for a long period of time.
✧ Nobody likes Mary Sues. Your characters must have at least one major flaw that prevents them from being perfect cats that are incredible at everything and adored by absolutely everybody. If you're struggling to think of any flaws to give your characters, just take one of their virtues/good points and turn it around! For example, if your character is bold and adventurous, they might also be too reckless, or if they are very smart they might also be pretentious and have a know-it-all complex.
✧ Please follow all the forum rules. If you've read the rules, please write "elderflower" in the 'Other' section of your joining form.
TIME SKIPS: THE ROLEPLAY NOW PROGRESSES A MOON EVERY 12 DAYS.
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Post by owlspots on Feb 25, 2019 17:09:15 GMT -5
✧ MAJOR PLOTS ✧ Whispers of Disloyalty
The death of Flightstar left a gaping hole in the order of Clan life, and Sunstar is struggling to hold himself together for the sake of his Clanmates. He has grown agitated and spends days at a time in his den, which is beginning to alarm some of his Clanmates. Can they rely on their new leader at all? Is he even up to the job that StarClan have given him? A few of the warriors are starting to think that Flightstar's choice of successor was not a good one, and that Sunstar is unfit to lead. After a particularly unpopular and reckless decision that almost costs some cats their lives, Sunstar's critics grow bold.
Threats from the Mountain With the change of the seasons, the activity of predators on the mountain has increased: visits to the Stormfalls have become very few and far between as it is simply too dangerous to ascend the mountain. However, a few patrols have noticed strange activity in the forest surrounding StormClan's camp, and eagles have begun to venture down from the highest peaks above the Starlake to StormClan's woods. The eagles are only the beginning of a much larger, much more terrifying ordeal that the cats of StormClan will undoubtedly have to undertake. Will the Clan survive?
✧ MINOR PLOTS ✧ [problem] - [members of Clan]
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 11, 2019 16:35:39 GMT -5
((Quailfang can lead it if that makes things easier? Up to Sunstar and Thistleshade, ultimately))
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 11, 2019 21:56:15 GMT -5
Is this rp still open?)
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 11, 2019 22:03:19 GMT -5
(Sure is! Joining page is linked up at the top.)
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 11, 2019 22:12:56 GMT -5
((I'm gonna go ahead and make an RP post, feel free to throw your characters my way to get something going. I am about to go eat, though, so it might take me a bit to respond.))
Quailfang stretched luxuriously as he exited the warrior's den. It was shortly before sunup - the dawn patrol would be leaving soon; even when Quailfang wasn't part of that patrol he liked to be awake to greet them. He felt it was only polite, really, to see them off. Sometimes he would go hunting while they were gone if the fresh-kill pile was low, but he'd fallen out of the habit recently.
Today, though, he was on the dawn patrol himself. Unfortunate, really - he liked waking up early, he just didn't like doing anything with the time - but there was nothing to be done about it. He padded over to the fresh-kill pile, picking up a mouse and demolishing it in a few swift bites before setting in to give himself a wash before the patrol had to leave.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 12, 2019 11:52:04 GMT -5
Sunstar paced in front of the gathering rock, tail lashing to and fro in agitation. He'd received yet another report last night of eagles flying too far down the mountain and he was beginning to worry: if something was driving the eagles down from the mountain, what else would join them? Flightstar, when you made me your deputy I didn't know whether I'd be the right cat for the job or not, but now I really don't know what to do. He stopped in his path, glancing up and letting his eyes dart quickly around the camp. He spotted Quailfang by the fresh-kill pile and immediately began to approach the older tom. "Quailfang!" He called out as he neared, pausing just over a tail-length away, "You're going on the dawn patrol, correct? I'd appreciate it if you could keep an eye out for eagles in the woods, they've been getting rather bold lately. If anyone on the patrol sees anything suspicious or alarming I'd like it to be reported straight back to me," he winced at the sound of his own voice; he sounded frantic, as though he hadn't quite pulled himself together. If I am to lead this Clan, I can't sound like a terrified kit in front of my warriors.
Snowpaw shifted from side to side in his spot outside the apprentices' den, awkwardly kneading the ground with his forepaws as he scanned the camp. He was rather surprised to see Sunstar out and about: after Flightstar's death and his nine lives ceremony, their leader had been... rather absent. Snowpaw sighed, curling his tail around his paws. He was supposed to be on the dawn patrol with his mentor Badgertuft, but he hadn't seen his mentor come out of the warriors' den yet.
With a mighty yawn Willownose rolled over in her nest. She stretched out luxuriously, flexing her claws, before pulling her limbs close to her again and pushing herself to her paws. The brown-and-white she-cat nosed her way leisurely out of the den and padded into the clearing. She almost flinched when she saw the fresh-kill pile; it was dwindling at a rather alarming rate, and there were only a few decent-looking pieces of prey left. She'd talk to Thistleshade about getting a hunting patrol set up at some point soon, once the blue-grey she-cat came out into the clearing.
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Heterosexual
Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Mar 12, 2019 12:34:11 GMT -5
Brackenberry padded out of the medicine den, jaws gaping in a yawn as her gaze roamed the camp. A few cats were out and about, though the cat who caught her attention was Sunstar. Brackenberry and Sunstar were close in age, and she had spent her life with him, from when they were kits playing moss-ball in the nursery to going out on patrols during her stint as an apprentice. She had watched him when he became a warrior, saw how he slowly gained the respect and admiration of the Clan, up to the point where he became deputy. Now, Sunstar was leader and she was his medicine cat; they were destined to rule the Clan together, through thick and thin, illumination and shadow, storm and calm. Brackenberry watched the StormClan leader pacing restlessly to and fro, the picture of agitation. She knew that it was now her duty to go and ask him what was wrong, to try to soothe him, talk to him, advise him. I can’t imagine what he must be going through. Becoming responsible for an entire CLan all of a sudden isn’t easy, and now the problems have already started, she thought as she started going toward him, throwing a worried glance at the much-depleted fresh-kill pile as she passed it by. “Sunstar!” she meowed as she reached him, waiting for him to slow down and acknowledge her.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 12, 2019 12:55:14 GMT -5
ThistleshadeThistleshade yawned widely as she pushed her way out of the Warrior's Den, letting the brambles scratch gently through her thick fur. The stocky grey-blue she-cat shook herself out and let her eyes wander over the Camp, taking note of who was up before her. Huffing lightly, she listened with one ear to Sunstar addressing Quailfang. She sighed inwardly. Sunstar was getting entirely too worked up lately, it wasn't good for his health. Swiping a paw over her eyes, she started padding over to Quailfang and Sunstar, nodding to Willownose as she went.
"Quailfang," Thistleshade nodded in greeting to the Senior Warrior, tail crooked over her back as she turned and ducked her head slightly to Sunstar in respect before turning her attention back to the brown tabby tom. "Silverstrike and Swiftshadow should be going with you this morning," She informed him, voice as calm as usual. She tilted her head ever so slightly in question as she continued, "Will you be taking Applepaw with you?"
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 12, 2019 16:04:28 GMT -5
Quailfang had to suppress a twitch of his whiskers at Sunstar's voice. He was young, nervous, and trying to prove himself - a little overreaction was to be expected - but Quailfang suspected he'd never see Sunstar as any older than an apprentice. Hopefully, though, he'd be a competent apprentice. He dipped his head. "I will," he meowed, filing the detail about eagles away for later. He hadn't picked up on it.
He looked over as Thistleshade approached, tilting his head as he considered her words. Silverstrike was a solid cat, as Quailfang recalled - a little impulsive, but dependable. Swiftshadow was harder - she was quiet and small and Quailfang often forgot she was there at all. But he could work with it.
"I thought I'd let Applepaw sleep in a bit," he meowed. "I'm starting her battle training today, I don't want to wear her out before we even begin." There was no simple way to put it - Applepaw worried Quailfang. She was small, soft, and quiet, and Quailfang often saw her shivering in the cold. There was every chance she'd grow into a proper warrior, but until then he would fret quietly.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 12, 2019 17:05:35 GMT -5
Thistleshade Thistleshade considered Quailfang's reply for a moment, before nodding. "Very well," She meowed, tail flicking slowly, "In that case, I shall leave you to it." The short Deputy moved to turn away, before pausing as if she had forgotten something. Eyeing Quailfang for a moment, she moved in closer and lowered her voice. "I realise Sunstar warned you already," She murmured, glancing around to make sure nobody could hear, "But do be especially wary. The eagles may only be the start of it, so be alert for other predators as well. It may be nothing, but we'd rather be sure than caught off guard." Thistleshade nodded briskly, turning and heading over to the fresh-kill pile. She frowned as she nudged among the selection of prey, finding it lacking. 'Hunting patrols,' She mused, stepping back, 'At least one, but perhaps two.' SilverstrikeSilverstrike stretched in his nest, purring as he felt the muscles that had tensed up in his sleep give way to relaxation. Yawning, he glanced towards the entrance of the Den, taking in the weak light that filtered in. He hummed, remembering why he was up so early in the first place and rolled onto his paws. The silver tom couldn't help the slight bounce in his step as he headed out of the Den. He grinned as he saw his sister head away from Quailfang and followed her to the fresh-kill pile. Not feeling hungry, he brushed against Thistleshade, getting an unamused look in reply, and booped her on the side of the head with his nose. Chuckling, he ducked the swat she aimed at him and half-pranced over to Quailfang. "Morning," He greeted the older tom, sitting nearby to begin settling his fur back in order, "Sleep well?"
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 12, 2019 20:45:02 GMT -5
"Quite well, thank you" Quailfang responded evenly. "You and I are on dawn patrol with Swiftshadow today - I swear I just saw - "
He twisted around to see Swiftshadow hovering at the edge of the clearing and beckoned her over with his tail. "She disappears between one breath and the next," he muttered, waiting for her to make her way over to the rest of the patrol.
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 12, 2019 21:41:40 GMT -5
Quailfang dipped his head in return as Swiftshadow greeted him, rising to his feet. "We're on the dawn patrol," he told her. "Sunstar's asked us to keep an eye out for eagles and other predators." He glanced at Silverstrike with a twinkle of amusement in his eye. "If you're quite ready, we'll be off." His primary concern was Eagle's Outlook - it was possible, though unlikely, that another eagle might have taken up residence in the area - but furthermore, the patrol would be able to see any large changes in StormClan's territory from there.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 12, 2019 22:55:58 GMT -5
SilverstrikeSilverstrike looked up from where he had been grooming his chest fur back into some sort of order. He deliberately unsheathed his claws as he smiled teasingly at Quailfang and Swiftshadow, cleaning them slowly. "Hmmmm," He purred between licks, an amused glint in his eyes as he pretended to ponder the statement, "I'm not sure. I do have an awful lot of fur left to groom." The silver tom held the pose for a few more heartbeats, before breaking down in laughter. Standing, he vigorously shook out his usually sleek pelt and grinned at the two Warriors he would be spending the morning with. "I'm good to go," He assured the older tom, tail flicking excitedly as he waited for Quailfang to lead the way.
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 12, 2019 23:26:25 GMT -5
Quailfang's expression remained completely impassive as he stared Silverstrike down. He snorted, though, when Silverstrike laughed and sprung to his feet, tail twitching. "Are you sure?" Quailfang asked, pretending to be concerned. "We might run across a mouse that laughs at that ridiculous tuft of fur on your head." There was no such tuft, of course, but there could have been and that was the point.
Without waiting for a response, Quailfang let the patrol out of camp and along the path toward Eagle's Outlook.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Mar 12, 2019 23:50:01 GMT -5
SilverstrikeSilverstrike growled playfully, tempted to pounce on the Senior Warrior, but he shook the urge off. He swiped a paw over his head, just in case, before following Quailfang out of Camp. The path to Eagle's Overlook was a familiar one to the vast majority of the Clan. It was more so to Silverstrike, who loved the place. He remembered playing 'Wildstar and the Eagle' with his sister when they were younger and could remember their very first day as Apprentices, standing on top of the Overlook side-by-side and surveying the entire territory.
It was strange to think that the same territory might possibly be under his sister's guidance one day as Thistlestar. 'But that's a long way away,' He chuckled to himself, 'If it happens at all.' He didn't like to think of anything bad happening to Thistleshade, but there was always the chance she could retire before Sunstar lost his last life as well. 'We'll see what the future brings,' He mused, glancing at the clouds as he padded along with Swiftshadow and Quailfang. ApplepawApplepaw yawned widely as she blinked bright amber eyes open to the dull light that filtered into the Apprentice's Den. She huffed in irritation at the early hour, not yet used to waking before the dawn patrol had returned to Camp, and snuggled closer into the reassuring warmth at her side. She glanced towards her brother, smiling around another yawn. "Morning Oakkit," She murmured, before pausing and shaking her head. "Oakpaw," She corrected herself, feeling excitement shiver over her. The pair hadn't even been Apprentices for a quarter-moon and she still wasn't used to the name change. She felt her smile widen into a grin of excitement, her usual hesitance to show excess emotion not showing itself with only her brother by her side. Quailfang had mentioned beginning battle training today and she was so excited.
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Post by infernoMarshmallow on Mar 13, 2019 11:08:21 GMT -5
Sootnose sat quietly as he saw the patrol and its members leave the camp. Licking his paw and swiping it over his ear to finish his grooming, he tilted his head and frowned. He had been awake for a little bit but wasn't exactly eager to begin the daily duties. He yawned and turned towards the entrance of the camp, following the group just fast enough so he made up for the time he spent sitting. He stared at his white paws as he walked, noticing how small burrs and seeds had already gotten lost in his white fur. "I spent so long making my fur look nice, and it's already ruined because of the forest," he complained. After saying it, he realized how immature it sounded, but he didn't regret saying it.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 13, 2019 11:38:45 GMT -5
Sunstar's broad head swiveled around at the sound of Brackenberry's familiar voice, and immediately the ginger tom relaxed; Brackenberry was possibly his closest and dearest friend in the Clan, as they had grown up together despite their differing choices of path. "Brackenberry, thank StarClan," he murmured, briefly pushing his muzzle into the medicine cat's neck fur, "I've been meaning to talk to you. Has StarClan spoken to you about anything troubling, lately?" His yellow eyes were dark with concern as he gazed down at the patched she-cat.
Rising to her paws as soon as her eyes locked on the cat she'd been looking for, Willownose trotted towards Thistleshade. "Thistleshade! Have you decided on the hunting patrols yet?" She queried, glancing sideways at the rather pathetic stock of prey a tail-length or so away from her paws.
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Genderqueer
smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on Mar 13, 2019 11:54:11 GMT -5
Streamheart pushed out of the warriors den, shaking some loose bedding from her fur. She stretched and shook once more to get off any remaining debris or dirt. The she-cat started to make her way towards the elder's den to check on her father when she noticed Sunstar speaking with Brackenberry. She hummed thoughtfully as she eyed them. I know it's probably leader business, but... I'd really like to make sure he's doing okay. Streamheart started to approach them, but stopped halfway. No, it's probably best not to interrupt them. With that, she turned back around and trotted over to the elder's den.
Swiftstrike stepped out of the elder's den and purred at the sight of his kit approaching, though he was quick to notice the concern in her eyes. "What's the matter?" he asked immediately, looking her over. He followed her eyes towards Sunstar and did his best to contain a bit of laughter. "Oh, don't worry about him. He's the leader. He'll be fine."
Winterpaw sat outside the medicine cat's den, watching his clanmates as he groomed himself. When he finished, he could still smell herbs on his paws. Despite that, he ignored it and carried on. He learned quickly that the earthy scent would likely never leave his fur and he accepted it without complaining.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 13, 2019 12:00:55 GMT -5
Snowpaw at this point had given up looking for Badgertuft; he supposed his mentor would come looking for him when he needed him. He rose to his paws and looked around for a moment before spotting Winterpaw sat outside the medicine den. He tried to make eye-contact with the other white tom, raising his tail rather awkwardly. He swallowed his nerve and began to approach the medicine cat apprentice, slowly putting one paw in front of the other. Badgertuft kept telling him he needed to be a little bit less stiff when talking to his Clanmates and in all honesty he hadn't really done much to work on it, so he figured he might as well make a start.
A flash of pale silver in the corner of his eye caught Sunstar's gaze, and the ginger tom briefly allowed his eyes to wander in the direction that it went in. For a heartbeat he met Streamheart's pretty blue eyes and he tried to offer her a warm acknowledgement from afar, but she probably picked up on the dark concern in his eyes.
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Genderqueer
smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on Mar 13, 2019 12:13:53 GMT -5
Winterpaw perked up at the sight of his clanmate and stood, moving to meet him halfway. "Snowpaw, hello," he greeted, dipping his head. He looked down at the younger apprentice with a friendly gaze. "How's your training going? You seem to be getting better," he said, giving Snowpaw a friendly nudge.
Streamheart only grew more concerned when she saw the look in Sunstar's eyes. However, as much as she wanted to, she knew it was no time to run to the tom's side and offer him comfort. Instead, she opted to curl up around her father and begin grooming the elderly tom.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 13, 2019 13:39:03 GMT -5
[smokey] Snowpaw half-purred, lowering his gaze sheepishly for a moment before returning the older tom's good-natured nudge. "Yeah, it's been going well, Badgertuft has been a great mentor. What about you? What's it like in the medicine den?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
(Wildbriar I'll start to do that, then. ^^ As for the main plot, the most popular one looks to be the plot to overthrow Sunstar, so I'll start setting that up. I'm thinking there's going to be a small group of cats, perhaps older warriors who were there when Sunstar was made deputy, who don't believe that he should be the leader. As the mountain predators plot is also pretty popular from the poll, I'm thinking that Sunstar is going to make a controversial decision following an encounter with a predator which triggers the disloyalty.)
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Post by SmugGull on Mar 13, 2019 14:00:28 GMT -5
(I offer up Quailfang as a possible rebel, especially depending on what Sunstar's controversial decision is.)
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