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a whisper of a voice, it echos in my mind
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Post by 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒂 ♡ on Dec 1, 2019 15:31:30 GMT -5
a new beginning xx 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓉
the story goes that cats, those descendent of the clans, are still around. while the original clans, thunderclan, windclan, shadowclan, and riverclan, had been washed away in a series of unfortunate events, some of their kin is still around to this day. it's safe to say that some of these cats have adopted a new way of life. a new way of wanted to live. they've become rouges to society, living by their own laws. however, besides this group, there is another group who have decided to take the alternating route. this route is dangerously close to leading them back into the clan lifestyle that the rouges had tried to purge out of their system.
note; this is a one on one role-play with myself and toska . we should be the only ones posting on this thread. thank you! a new beginning xx 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 each group will have a leader, either played by toska or myself. one of my characters will be leading the pure rouge group, while toska's will be leading the clan-esque group. we will each have a character in the other group as well.
almas characters [ x ] Percy [ rouge leader ] percy is a handsome grey and white feathery tom. his eyes are a winter green color, with the tiniest flecks of hazel dancing through them. he's tall and lanky, but under that feathery fur is a layer of rock solid muscles which makes him useful in a fight. he's quick-witted, intelligent, and an overall nice guy. he came into power as his great great grandfather was the leader of riverclan. cedarstar was a fair and kind leader, but percy never got to meet him. this tom is level-headed, not letting things such as bickering get to him all too much. but once he's set off, it's a scary sight. oddly overprotective, he would give anything to protect his fellow rouges.
Applespot [ clan cat ] desc. to follow
toska's characters [ x ]
name [ clan leader ]
name [ rouge cat ]
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Post by toska on Dec 1, 2019 16:01:20 GMT -5
Foxfrost [ Clan Leader ] lean and lithe, foxfrost is an elegant young tom with a short but plush ginger pelt. he appears to be relatively skinny - he's restless, and he burns energy faster than he can let himself rest. he's got feathery cheek-fur and a bushy tail, with warm green eyes and a white muzzle, blaze, chest, and underbelly. both paws on his left side are white, with the hind one having white going partially up the hock. he's a descendant - though distant - of windclan, perhaps an explanation to his skinny build, though his fur has clearly become thickened after multiple generations of plush kittypets. his late grandmother would often speak stories to him of the clans, of their might and will to thrive. he wants to relive that, and since kittenhood, he has been determined to set a path for himself to build a new clan. this clan, he's dubbed galeclan, for he refuses to allow his clan to peter out into mere tailwinds, and would rather have them force their way through survival. he is a force to be reckoned with.
Linh [ Rogue ] a pretty molly is linh, with long legs, feathery, well-kept fur, and a pale cream coat. she has oriental lineage to her, manifesting in her long, angular face and tall ears. her face, ears, legs and tail are all a pretty dark blue-grey colour, with a little white diamond between her ice blue eyes. she splits her time between the group and her housefolk, who she does love but lord, she wishes their kittens weren't so loud and grabby. she enjoys the outside life far more than the inside, and is happy to explore the town and nearby woodlands to her heart's content. there's nothing better! she's an independent, free-spirited thing, and she won't let anybody hold her down. that means she's relatively disobedient and doesn't seem to listen to what others tell her - aside from the odd occasion where she isn't distracted.
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Post by toska on Dec 1, 2019 16:31:42 GMT -5
linh. into the wild.Winter was on the way.
Linh could taste the frost in the air as she pushed her way through the catflap, ears half-flattening as her pawpads met a surface colder than ice. For a moment, she considered going back inside to the warmth of her home, to the fire that they had recently begun to use. But...her thirst for adventure would not be sated if she did that, and so she forced herself out onto the street and trotted along at a brisk pace, attempting to warm herself up with some light exercise. The young molly kept her tail high in the air, pausing at scent-markers as she went. If she tried, she could name each cat-scent – but she didn’t feel like trying, and so she didn’t bother.
Though most cats nearby seemed to be other house-cats that she didn’t associate with, she did recognise a few other rogues. Was she truly a rogue? It was hard to say. She did like to classify herself as one!
It wasn’t long until she came across their little meeting place, where more rogues were clustered. A few she nodded to, a few she ignored, and others ignored her. It was how it went. Linh knew better than anyone that you couldn’t please everyone, and she wasn’t intending to. Not too far away, she could see the peaks of the trees in the sparse woodland. She parted her jaws upon realising that the wind was blowing towards her, and she took a deep breath. It was an earthy smell that intrigued her, that promised prey and...well, not much else, really. The cats there, she didn’t think, were worth bothering with. She didn’t think she’d come across any of them before.
“I’m going in there,” she said to the nearest cat – Allen, she thought. He cast her a glance sideways and shrugged. Linh padded forward, nose twitching. All it would take was a powerful leap over the fence – an easy feat, considering she was an agile cat. “Anyone coming with?”
She did not wait for a response. Energy sparked through her, and she clambered the fence with relative ease. Once she was on the other side, she threw a glance back at her group-mates. A few, she noted, were watching with some interest. Maybe they would follow. Maybe not. Was it her business? Perhaps not. She twitched her whiskers at them in challenge, then turned on her heel and trotted into the woodlands. Confidence surged through her, punctuating every step she took. However, as the area around her darkened, she slowed. Then, she stopped, and dropped into a crouch. She could smell a mouse – and, while she could hear the ambling of a few other rogues behind her, she was confident that she could catch it. Her pawsteps were light as she slunk forward, her belly-fur brushing against the needle-covered ground.
Truth be told, Linh hadn’t been sure what to expect this deep into the woodlands. It seemed much emptier on the outside, but there were more bushes (though bare) than she had expected, more signs of life. It made her tremble with anticipation, eyes widening as the mouse finally came into sight. She moved forward a few more steps, and then...
Something crunched, and the mouse darted with more speed than Linh had anticipated. She tried to pounce after it, but it vanished into a hole. She put her nose against it and huffed, whipping around to see what had created the sound.
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a whisper of a voice, it echos in my mind
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Post by 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒂 ♡ on Dec 1, 2019 18:00:50 GMT -5
p e r c y
he hadn't meant to come into possession of such an amazing group of rouges. in fact, that was one of the things he hadn't wanted in the first place. his great great grandfather had been the old leader of the distant clan, riverclan. however, when tragedy struck, that clan and all of it's members had been washed away.. quite literally. it was a mess of a storm, and only a few survived. they hadn't had the strength to build up their numbers, so most of them retreated to rouge or kitty pet life once more. the fact that 'kitty pet' life had been considered awful back then was insane to him. now, he gladly took scraps from the nice twolegs that lived around the corner from where he slept. they were a sweet old couple, and in fact, had a pet of their own. rolo, was her name. apparently it was some kind of food that the twolegs like to indulge themselves in.
he really wasn't sure what to make of that.
percy hadn't meant to become the rouge groups leader. it kinda just fell on his shoulders when the clan cats came into play. quite a few looked up to him as a father or an older brother, so he didn't mind all that much. it didn't come with as much responsibility, as most of the rouges and kittypets knew how to fend for themselves. some of them even had a home to go back too. he, instead, went back to a rundown shack. it was warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and just an overall neat place to live. it gave him a little peace of mind that he knew he wouldn't be out of food, he could always visit his twoleg friends who were oh so kind.
but there were some days when he just wanted to get out there and experience the world. he knew that there was a clan out there yet, one that had just recently formed the same time that rouges had grouped. they gathered in a clearing, one that was well known to the rouges now. it was separated by a large fence, one had to be pretty agile to leap over. but luckily, most of the cats he lived with now were that agile.
instead of spending all day in his home, he decided that maybe, just maybe, it would be a good idea to head out and do some hunting of his own. percy padded along the sidewalk, nodding to a few as he ducked behind the bushes to the clearing. it was an abandoned twoleg site, so he knew that they wouldn't be bothered here. "anyone up for some hunting? he called out, getting a few shakes of heads. one cat, allen was his name, nudged him gently on the shoulder. "i believe linh just jumped up there and went in." he said before trotting off. he nodded his head, wondering what she was doing out there alone. she was a big girl and could take care of herself, but the tom knew the clan cats wouldn't take lightly to having one rouge in their territory. hopping up the fence with ease, he leaped down and crunched the leaves under his toes.
as the tom began walking, he noticed how noisy it was in the forest. even with a lithe tom like him, he still made a lot of clambering around. that was strange. he noticed up ahead a familiar body, and linh came into view. she whipped around as he accidentally stepped on another leaf, and came into view. "woah, it's just me linh," a chuckle left his maw. "i didn't mean to spook you!" with his mouth open again, he tasted the air and smelled that there was a mouse not too far away. had he interrupted her hunt?
"or.. interrupt your hunt. sorry, mouse got away?"
the rouge smiled at her before trotting the rest of the way up to her. he noticed the smell of the territory marking. the clan cats had been busy. most of the other rouges didn't know much about this clan, but he knew how dangerous they could be. deadly, even. but they had every right to be there. what was one clan going to do to a whole band of rouges?
"we're entering the clan territory, but there's some good hunting spots up ahead. mind if i join you? i'm sure we could bring back even more for some of the others," he shrugged, his feathery tail lightly scattering the leaves at his feet.
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Post by toska on Dec 2, 2019 7:51:39 GMT -5
linh. and onto clan territory we go.The molly was not entertained by her leader, a small harumph of annoyance passing her lips. She stood a little taller, her legs lending her the height she wanted, as she lifted her head to look at him. Or...to try to look down on him. Linh used her height to her advantage at the best of times, but when she was in a mood? It seemed to increase by tenfold. Her tail lashed back and forth.
But even so, Linh listened as Percy spoke, one large ear twitching as some birds chattered above her head. She glanced up briefly, wondering if it were possible to jump high enough to catch one – but...no. Even with her strong legs, it would be impossible. Just another failure to add to her day. Was today just not her day? Perhaps the stars weren’t aligned to be there for her. Her icy gaze flickered back to the tom, and her head angled to the side.
“If you can tell your noisy paws to quieten,” she said, lifting her head to scent the air again.
Ah. There it was. The stench of the local Clan. What was their name...somethingsomething. She couldn’t be bothered to remember. It wasn’t as if she particularly cared. The wild cat life seemed stupid to her. Choosing pride over survival, to find hunger in the Winter? It couldn’t be her. Not for one moment. It was all fine and good for them, but Linh didn’t care about making life harder for herself. That said...hunting on the Clan’s territory seemed like some fun, mindless entertainment. It was food if they weren’t discovered, and perhaps a fight if they were. Her whiskers twitched with anticipation, and she got to her delicate paws again, back arching in a brief stretch before she was off.
For a rogue, Linh was quiet on her paws. She liked hunting for sport – it made for good entertainment, and if she got peckish, it made for a good meal. Many a bird and mouse had fallen to the molly’s keen hunting skills.
“Come along, then,” she called over her shoulder.
Without checking to see if Percy was following, she entered the Clan’s territory and began scenting. They’d done a good job on the borders, she realised – the scents were distinct and potent. She hadn’t come this far before. It seemed like a stupid thing to do, on the off-chance that perhaps those wild cats were patrolling. Because that’s what they did. She’d seem them before – four or five cats, skinnier than any cat she knew, and yet hardened with lean muscle. They had wilder eyes. Wilder teeth. She turned to look towards her leader, and considered him curiously.
The wild cats were starting to seem an awful lot like Percy, huh? She’d heard whispered of his ancestors. Well! Linh knew better than to poke a sleeping bear, but curiosity killed the cat and she was, underneath all of it, a very curious young cat.
“Clans seem interesting,” she mewed, crouching down as she scented for prey. There didn’t seem to be anything around. Were they preparing for Winter? Most likely. It would be hard to find anything. “They all start to look alike after a while, though. They don’t have any sort of lineage like us,” her claws extended as she continued to stalk along, tail-tip twitching. “Or...like me. You seem more like them than you seem like us.”
Her grin towards him was wicked-sharp, all fangs. It wasn’t unpleasant, though. Simply...cheerful. Teasing. She didn’t doubt that Percy was loyal to the group, and she further doubted that he’d allowed her to trespass if he cared about the Clan. Stealing prey in Winter? It was a death sentence if they got away with it. It was entertaining to her, but perhaps a more empathetic cat would be moved to tears by it.
Not her, though. Never her.
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𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒂 ♡
a whisper of a voice, it echos in my mind
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Post by 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒂 ♡ on Dec 2, 2019 12:50:16 GMT -5
p e r c y
noisy paws? a little shocked and maybe slightly hurt by her curtness, the rouge shook it off and continued on. linh was a feisty one, he knew that. but she kept to herself, and a few other rouges. he didn't like to delve into their personal lives all that much, as it was, in fact, personal. he didn't want to come on too strong to any of the rouges, but they did look up to him as a sort of leader. he had to know a bit about them. he knew that she most likely wasn't a pure descendent of the clans like he originally was. he had no problem with that either, she came from kitty pets. she was free-spritited. he liked that in a 'friend'. no, they weren't really friends. just comrades.
"so sorry, linh. i'll walk a little quieter next time." an amused purr left the maw of the rouge leader.
following behind the molly, he noticed how interested she was in the clan border. it was potent, they had done a good job marking it. their daily patrols were really starting to step up, almost reaching as far as the fence. that concerned him. if the clan cats were beginning to extend their borders, it would make trouble for those he led himself. percy wondered if they would stumble upon a patrol, but judging from the look of the sky, it was in the later day. they may have a dusk patrol come out and check the borders, in which they would find their two scents lingering. what could they do, though? they would be out of there once they caught some prey. winter was approaching, so he knew that even in a forest like this, prey would be scarce.
the molly began speaking again, this time making percy look up. his green eyes hardened for a minute as the lady began her speech about lineage. she mentioned that he seemed a lot like the clan cats rather than the rouges. that, was true. he did like things in order, but he knew clan life wasn't for him. he might have been born to be in a clan, but his destiny is what he chose, not based on his ancestors. he had been harboring this secret - only a select few knew that he was descendent of the clan life. taking a deep breath, the tom stopped and glanced at her.
"like you?" he murmured softly. you know nothing of me. his mind screamed, but he just shook it off. "clan life... it's difficult," percy began quietly, shaking his head. "it's wild. it's competitive. but it's free. i know that we're free now, the rouges and the rest of us. but we live more sheltered than those cats out there. they live wildly, they have no timeline, no specific rules. while they do have a code-" he paused, worried that she might make a note on how he knew all these things. but it came naturally to him, like he was telling a story.
"they follow a code. a specific code to make sure that nothing extremely detrimental happens to them. there are i believe, 12 rules. there may be more, there may be less." he began again, stalking past her. he lowered himself to the ground and became hushed, his tail flicking quietly. there was a vole up ahead, one in which he planned to capture. silently, he crept forward until he was about two feet away, staying downwind from the prey. then, as quickly as it begun, it was over. he sprinted forward and captured the small creature between his two large paws. with a swift bite to the neck, the prey became lifeless. he stood straight, trotting back over to linh where he dropped the prey at her feet. "if we were in a clan, before we could eat, all of the older cats would eat first. then the mothers and their kits, then the apprentices, and then the warriors. finally, the leader would eat after the clan was full. its a difficult process, especially in the winter when prey is scarce. we, we can always go back to our housefolk to get food. they don't get that luxury."
his voice softened as he looked down at the kill. normally, he would give thanks to his ancestors, as the clans once did. but today, he didn't. he wasn't a clan cat, there was no reason to give thanks to starclan, or whatever the clan cats called their dead loved ones. "my great great grandfather was a part of a clan. he was the last leader before it washed away, leaving my great grandfather to fend for himself. then, my father was born into kitty pets, and then i was born. clan life is in my history, but i want no part of it. i'd rather have my freedom than with the constraints of clan life."
percy made his point clear, gazing at linh. he was expecting a quick remark back, but before she could, he turned and began walking back into the forest, searching for more prey.
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Post by toska on Dec 3, 2019 7:58:24 GMT -5
linh. and the entrance of foxfrost.When Percy began speaking in full, one of Linh’s ears angled towards him to listen. She wasn’t much of a listener, but the moments where she decided it was worth it...she became quiet, her nose focused on prey-scent, while her ears focused on the leader.
She thought it odd that some scents mingled ahead – they seemed stronger, more interesting than the ones at the border. Linh’s ears flicked forward entirely, head lifting as Percy went off to hunt...whatever he’d found. She wasn’t paying him much mind, though she did take note of his words. When he returned to her, she glanced down to the vole and snorted quietly. It was a scrawny thing. Was this what those wildcats chose? It seemed like...something ridiculous. Though Percy spoke of wildness and freedom, did he truly think that those cats knew what those words meant?
“They choose against it,” she mewed dryly, dragging her claws across the pine needles. As the tom moved off to find more prey, she followed – barely pausing to push some earth over the vole that the tom had caught beforehand. “They don’t have to do any of that. Rules are...a construct. They’re not real.”
With a little huff, she jumped onto a boulder and stood there, watching Percy from where she’d perched.
“The feeding rules, they seem stupid,” her tone was...impossible to tell. Linh was not an easy cat to read despite her predictable moves – her moods and her ways of speaking varied, some days worse than others. “Sure, feed the kittens and mothers first, they need it, but...” she shook her head, “feeding the elderly first, when they’re just...just another soft mouth to feed? The elderly should retire with some housefolk, where they won’t be a potential factor for death. The strong need to eat first, so they can hunt for the rest. That makes more sense.”
Before she could speak again, she realised that the wind had changed directions – and with it, came an overbearing smell. Her head whipped around as she tried to pinpoint it.
There, hidden near a bush. She’d almost missed it, for the strange cat’s fur was partially covered in mud, hiding what flashes of ginger she could see.
“Percy,” she said sharply, trying to call his attention to this stranger. Before she could clarify, however, the cat pounced at her.
It was like being hit by a solid wall. Though clearly underfed, the tom – for she could smell that, now, - hit her with more force than she could ever have anticipated. They rolled across the needle-covered floor until he was standing over her, fangs bared and pupils narrowed to thin slits. She had been in fights before. Of course she had. But...none of them looked as wild as this. As feral as this. Before she could even think to move, one of the tom’s forepaws were on her chest, and one of his hind paws was on her belly. She knew his claws were sheathed – but that was just for now. She noted that his attention had shifted towards Percy.
“Who are you to trespass upon GaleClan territory?” the wildcat snarled. “We do not have time for rogues like you.”
Linh glanced away from the cat that held her pinned, and realised that there were a few more hiding away behind the bushes. Ready to move if this tom was overpowered. Her heart sunk in her chest, and she wondered, briefly, if this was the end of the two of them. Would they kill the duo for hunting on their territory? She didn’t move a muscle, painfully aware of the power the cat above her held over her life.
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