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Post by Falconwing on Dec 16, 2019 13:24:05 GMT -5
¤ The Ravagers ¤ ~ A Rogue Group ~
Cast away, discarded, forgotten, escapee. . . survivor!
Every one of us has been mere inches from death and yet here we still stand. Why is that? I will tell you why. It is because we have learned to be strong, smarter than those upwalkers, and learned to work together for the common good.
Together we will ravage their world and claim it as our own!
~ Plotline ~ A group of cats who have been brought together by their leader Strike, a fierce and compelling she-cat who has managed to create and lead a small group of cats with the promise of survival. Cats from a wide variety of backgrounds have managed to make peace with each other and coexist for the sake of everyones survival. After a couple moons of making this new way of life a success, the upwalkers threaten all that Strike and her group has worked towards. The upwalkers village is expanding and for it to expand means the absolute destruction of the Ravagers current home, an old and abandoned farm along with the surrounding territory on that side of the thunderpath. How could they possibly survive this?! Will strong leadership be enough or will they need more than just a strong paw leading them?
This plotline also ties in with Tangleclans plotline.
~ Rules ~ - Be active and literate, as much as you can. Preferable no less than two sentences. - Don't make mary-sues. Don't powerplay, godmod, spotlight, or do any of that other obnoxious stuff people do. Play fair. - Be nice to people out of character. In character, you can be as rude as you want, but please don't cause needless drama just for the sake of causing drama. If it doesn't push forward a plot or add to character development, it's probably needless. - Keep your characters realistic. This includes appearance and behavior. While a cat doesn't need to be 100% realistic in appearance but keep it believable. In behavior, try to keep them consistent, and make their reactions to things believable and consistent with their personality and experiences. - You must create an even gender of characters to start off with, so that things stay even and it makes it easier for everyone to find a mate. - To prove to me that you have read the rules put 'Ravage for freedom' in the Other section in the sign-up form.
~ Sign Up Form ~ Name || Age || Gender •Detailed description and personality. Minimum of 6 sentences. •History (optional) •Relationships •Other
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 16, 2019 13:24:23 GMT -5
▪The Territories▪ ~ The Old Farm ~ Set close to a thunderpath and west of the village lies an old abandoned farm. There are two large fields that seperate the farm from the village, and three buildings that make up the old farm.
•The Barn - This is where the Ravagers make their camp, though the wind howls through the holes in the walls and the rain leaks through the roof it is much more sheltered than any other place. Filled with musty old hay in the loft and dusty hay filled stalls on the bottom floor this place is where they call home. You can occasionally catch a nice plump mouse in the barn especially during bad weather.
•The Old Chicken Coop - The smallest building on the farm this was where chickens once called home, now it is a nice place to hunt due to all the mice the scurry through it looking for due due to the rich soil beneath it.
•The Farm House - A small two story farm house that has been deemed off limits due to it constantly falling apart. However the occasional cat will take the risk to sink its claws into a nice plump mouse. It is also home to a small horde of rats who are probably the main reason for is quick deterioration. They are dangerous and should avoid at all costs.
•The Open Field - Once used to keep horses or cattle in, is now an overgrown feild good for hunting rabbit and mice.
•The Maze Field - A field with a corn-like crop called maze, a wonderful place to hunt mice but also dangerous due to foxes, and raccoons contantly hunting/foraging there as well. On the other side of this field in the village where the upwalkers live.
~ The Village ~ Located to the east of the old farm. Made up of upwalker houses and gardens and in the center of the village is downtown where there are a handful of stores with alley perfect for scavenging.
~ The Meadowlands & Forests Beyond ~ !!! Tangleclan Territory !!!
Just across the Thunderpath to the west and northwest is a prey rich meadowland that the group hasn't had the need to explore due to having their own territory. Beyond the meadowlands to the north and northwest is a dense tangle of forests that is the heart of Tangleclan territory.
~ The Marshlands & Pine Forests ~ Currently Unclaimed Territory
South of Tangleclans territory is a vast shallow marshland. Good for hunting but home to the predators that Tangleclan has chased away. Just past the marshlands is a rich pine forest. In the east is a pond full of minnows and small fish. Making the southern border of this terrotry is a deep gorge that continues all the way east to the southern edge of the upwalkers village.
~ The Gorge ~ A deep gash in the terrain where a great river flows at the bottom. The small rivers and streams that flow through the land empty out into this river. Its wall are sheer and difficult to climb due to loose rocks. This place is extreamly dangerous and should be avoided at all costs. The gorge is the southern border to the marshlands, the old farm, and the upwalkers village.
~ The Mountains ~ A vast mountain range that marks the norther most part of the region. Extreamly dangerous, and uncharted territory. Home to vicious eagles and hungry mountain lions.
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 16, 2019 13:24:36 GMT -5
▪ Allegiances ▪ ~ Leader ~Strike || 37 Moons || She-cat || Stealthfire ~ Rightpaw ~ Nova || 19 Moons || She-cat || Falconwing ~ Sharpclaws ~ • Rosco || 48 Moons || Tom || Falconwing • Atlas || 27 Moons || Tom || νσι∂ • Leo || 20 Moons || Tom || Stealthfire • • • • ~ Queens & Kits ~•
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 16, 2019 13:24:50 GMT -5
Traditions & Definitions Leader This one is pretty self explanatory, the leader is the one who leads the clan. The natural succession of a fallen leader should be the Rightpaw. A dictatorship is always possible.
Rightpaw The Rightpaw is chosen as a kit by the leader and is tutored in the ways of leadership their entire lives until the leader either dies or retires. Acts as a deputy/second-in-command.
Sharpclaws 10 Moons + Adult cats who can hunt and defend the group from opposing forces.
Sharppaws 5 - 15 Moons Old Young cats who are trained by Sharpclaws to hunt and defend the geoup from opposing forces.
Queens & Kits She-cats expecting kit or having already bore them amd still nursing. Kits are newborn cats between 0-5 moons old.
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 16, 2019 15:55:15 GMT -5
Rosco || Tom || 48 Moons •Smokey grey oriental longhair with a pale fluffy throat and chest and a long feathery tail. He has faint tabby markings on his face, and black skin on his lips nose and around his eyes. His eyes are a sultry olive green in and almond shape. With sharp triangular facial features. Rosco has a lean muscular build with long legs giving in an above average height. •Calm and sensible this tom is never in a hurry, though sometimes that is not a good thing. He is patient and slow to anger, though once he reaches his angry point it becomes hard to put out his fire. Loyal till the end he would not hesitate for those he conciders family. He does though have a deathly fear of monsters, despite always being forced to ride in them when ever his twolegs took him places. •Rosco was born and raised as a kittypet, constantly caged and hauled around from one twoleg building to another. Was a show cat for the majority of his life but he quickly came to the realization that thatbwas not the life he wished to live. So one day the tom managed to escape his captors and raced off into the wild where he met Strike and has been with her ever since.
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 16, 2019 16:02:51 GMT -5
Nova || She-cat || 19 Moons Old • Beautiful silver she-cat with unusual black leopard like dapples all over her pelt that fade out around her face, paws, and underbelly. She has black skin rimming his eyes, ears, and lips, as well as having a black nose and paw pads. Her facial features are cute and rounded with an average body size. She has short sleek fur and dark blue eyes. • Nova is a pretty even tempered cat who despite her young age is very wise and resourceful. She can tend to be very skeptical of others, always wanting to know what other cats motives are. So if she is asking quite a lot of questions it is just her trying to understand things from every angle. She is slow to be trusting, not wanting to be taken advantage of or be used for anothers gain. This is one she-cat that you can only get close to over time. • Having been on her own since she was five moons old she-cat has done everything she could to survive and plans on doing what ever it takes to continue to survive. When she was around 8 moons old Strike found her and took her in. Stike is Novas role model, and though she questions everything that she does, she is her most loyal friend.
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 16, 2019 16:05:20 GMT -5
Open, and accepting members. There are limited spots so first come first serve.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 16, 2019 19:28:15 GMT -5
Strike || 37 moons || she-cat Rogue Leader Strike is a calico with pale green eyes. Large for a she-cat, her muscular, lean build tells of her difficult lifestyle. Strike is a talented strategist and planner. She is forgiving and patient, but has little tolerance for weakness or laziness. Like most lone cats, Strike is not overly sociable, and only made the decision to live alongside others after hearing whispers of the success cats can have in numbers. So far, this has proved true for Strike and the cats she has convinced to join her. They are better protected, and can share prey, giving them hope of living a life longer than would normally be their reality. However, with leaf-bare approaching, the group's hunger has grown critical. So, when the monsters chase her band from their usual territory, Strike knows now is the time to secure hunting grounds and a safe home for her cats, before they decide following her notions of togetherness no longer suits them. Leo || 20 moons || tom Rogue Leo is a long, orange tabby tom with amber eyes. A former kittypet, Leo was turned loose by his twolegs, and almost immediately joined Strike. Terrified at the prospect of defending himself against lifelong loners, Leo was immensely grateful to have allies. This fear, and his history of abandonment, means that Leo will do almost anything to stay with his companions, and is deeply loyal to Strike. Although his instincts are dulled from his life inside, Leo works hard to learn all he can about survival.
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 19, 2019 9:58:47 GMT -5
Boop!
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 19, 2019 19:08:20 GMT -5
[Here's a lovely starter for my two!:) ]
Outside of the barn, Strike sat calmly and gazed over her territory. Constantly on watch, the calico's practiced eye disallowed her to cast her sight on her surroundings without calculating all the risks and threats that filled her vision. Her perceptiveness made her aware of Leo approaching behind her, his pelt heavy with the scent of the upwalker village. "Well done," she meowed to him, and turned to face the ginger tabby tom, who held a large chunk of furless meat in his jaws. He deposited it before the she-cat. "Thank you," he replied, but his paws shifted with unease.
"Leo," Strike purred in a comforting tone. She already knew the former kittypet felt inadequate in their group, and the charismatic she-cat was careful to keep him confident. "You're our best scavenger. You have skills that are so valuable to all of us."
"Cats aren't meant to steal old upwalker food. I want to hunt more, like you," he told her, face anticipant of her approval, which he was always desperate to receive.
"Scavenging will hold us through the cold times to come, hunting can't promise that," she tried to convince him. Pausing, and noticing with worry the disappointment linger on his face, she relented, "Go and try to find one of the others. I'll take you to the Open Field and we can train again for awhile." Strike had been so occupied with the safety of her companions that it had been far too long since she had refreshed the skills of Leo or the other younger cats. Though it was true that, given their numbers, scavenging was necessary for their survival, hunting prey was a sense of pride that Strike used to instill the wildness of the group's identity. Leo nodded to her, and skipped off excitedly in search of others to accompany them.
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 20, 2019 11:41:12 GMT -5
•◇Nova◇• Stealthfire Tucked away in corner within the barn Nova gnawed mercilessly on the bones of a rabbit that had been caught yesterday by Rosco. The tom had long legs and a speed that she could never match. So when he managed to catch himself a small rabbit the young silver shecat came across the scraps afer he had his fill and couldn't resist tasting it. She had never had rabbit before, and from what little she had managed to peel off the bone she loved. 'I'm going to have to get better at hunting' she thought to herself sitting up licking the last of the flavorful snack from her lips. Pawing the bones away she yawned and looked around. Curious as to where Strike was, the rightpaw rose from her cozy nook and began to wonder about the barn in search of her leader. •○Rosco○• Since the sky had begun to brighten Rosco had been wondering about the maize field try to catch something to bring back to the group. Earlier he had managed to snag a small cardinal but he was unable to resist eating it. The day before he had only ate a small rabbit and his body was famished. Now with a little bit of fuel in his belly the tom was focused as he stalked between rows. So far he had missed a mouse and a songbird, but he remaimed determined. Keeping an eye out above him for more birds that might be pecking at the kernels above him, the smoky grey tom zigzagged through the field not wanting to miss anything. Just as he was coming to the egde of the field next to the village Rosco caught sight the black wings of a crow flying over head. Following it he watched as the crow landed on a tall stalk a couple foxlengths away. This was his chance! Quick with soft paws he made he way beneath the crow and gazed up at it with intense olive green eyes. Waiting for the moment the crow looked away he gathered his strength and pushed off with his hind legs leaping up into the top of the stalk and snagging the crow with sharp claws. Landing on the ground the tom fought the birds frantic flapping, its wings batting him in the face. Pressing it to thw ground and trying to avoid it sharp beak the seasoned tom grabbed the crow by the neck and crunched down.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 23, 2019 16:52:15 GMT -5
Falconwing Leo first wheeled toward the barn, to rouse any of his resting fellow cats as per Strike's command. He felt at his best when he could practice alongside others, as being alone with Strike's calm but expertly severe skills pressured him into embarrassing error. The ginger tabby hadn't ventured far into the barn when he perceived silvery sploched movement. Racing over on lithe legs, he called, "Nova! Strike wants to take us for hunting practice in the Open Field. Will you come with?" He stopped briskly in front of his young companion, waiting eagerly upon her response.
From her unmoved position in front of the barn, Strike observed Leo's powerfully agile movements and obedient demeanor. Cats like him in her group were essential. What a waste it was for them to all fight each other, when she could give lone cats someone to believe in, and proper teachings to hone their strong gifts. The stronger and more confident her companions grew, the more cats they could unite, and the more safety they would have. Strike cocked an ear behind her as she heard Leo's call to Nova. That was the perfect she-cat to bring along. Strike wanted to give her just as much training as all of their other companions, but was also interested in watching her interact with the others. The fierce rightpaw was so young, Strike had an obsession with instilling her own cool manipulability and caring leadership into Nova, and observing her around an eager, albeit more mature, tom was the perfect opportunity to continue to foster her character alongside their hunting skills.
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 24, 2019 17:57:49 GMT -5
•◇Nova◇• The rapid approach of Leo, the ginger tom, caused Nova to halt her search. Though her tail raised in a welcoming manner her body stiffened slightly. The young dappled female hadn't known Leo long, though compared to the others they were much more acquainted. His easy going, friendly demeanor made it easier for her to warm up to him but then again she still felt as if she didn't know him as much as she wanted to. Ears perked forwards she listened to his warm hunting invitation. This would be a perfect opportunity for her to become closer and expand her knowledge about him. Maybe then she would he just as welcoming to his presence as Strike was, who seemed to find the clumsy tom indispensable. "That sounds like a great idea." Trying to relax Nova gave her silver and black pelt a few soothing licks and looked back up ay him. "Lead the way", she mewed her tail tip curling and she took a step closer to him.
《Typing up Roscos 》
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 28, 2019 2:56:57 GMT -5
"Oh good!" Leo purred warmly. The kind tom was highly sensitive to others, and tried not to make it apparent as he stared at Nova's every expression. He wanted to be certain that no cat doubted him, or was uneasy near his presence. Nova was especially important to him. As Strike's chosen rightpaw, he would go to great lengths to make sure the younger cat trusted him fully. For now, Leo could do little but smile to her as he turned back in Strike's direction. If he was careful, today he could move closer to proving himself genuine to both Nova and Strike.
Upon hearing Leo's approach, Strike turned to face the two young cats in the barn. "I want to focus on attacks today," she began to tell them, rising to her paws and arching her back in a brisk stretch. "Surprise attacks, to be precise." Cats like them already had a keen sense of smell and tracking, their survivalist edge made sure of that. Though there had been no unusual threats that came to violence for them lately, Strike was still more concerned with their ability to defend. As of now, the best way to train for an ambush on any potential trespassers was to train for an ambush on prey. "Let's not waste time though," she meowed in a serious tone, "We'll need to be back to guard the barn before dusk."
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Post by Falconwing on Dec 31, 2019 13:59:24 GMT -5
•○Rosco○• In the time it took him to canvas through the field, it seemed as if it had taken just as long to drag the crow he caught halfway back home. It limp wings kept spreading out and catching on the stalks of maize making things very difficult. Focused and frustrated the long legged tom growled when the wings caught yet again on a stalk. Dropping the dead, yet still fighting, bird with a hiss Rosco decided to re-evaluate how he was going to get his catch home. As he was contemplating chewing off its wings and continuing on the sound of something moving behind him brought his eyes away from the bird. Roscos pelt instantly bristled when a pair of fluffed out raccoons advanced on him. "Get away you filthy scavengers!" He spat arching up his back and flattening his ears. The racoons at first hesitated when Rosco made his fearsome stand, but after a few tense moments the largest of the racoons began to advance.
•◇Nova◇• Respectfully listening to Strike, Novas tail twitched excitedly. Sneak attacks sounded quite fun, and implementing the action on prey and successfully making a kill made the task all the more thrilling for the young female. "Want to make this a bit more fun?", she questioned Leo who seemed just as excited. "Whomever get more kills gets first pick of the prey tonight", her blue eyes them looked to Strike hoping she would approve of the reward she had purposed.
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 2, 2020 21:29:44 GMT -5
[Want one of them to come across Rosco or are they going to be in different fields?]
Strike watched the two young cats with her characteristic calm observance. Nova was already making sure their simple outing would be given the most effort possible. Clever, the calico thought, pleased, A challenge like that is the perfect way to put pressure on them while still keeping their spirits up. Strike gave the rightpaw a definitive nod of approval before leading their band the short distance toward the field.
Leo brimmed with readiness. "That sounds great!" If the tom were not so pleasant, he would have felt already defeated by the likelihood of his poor stalking skills ever besting Nova, who had been alone most her life. The reality was, Leo's instincts were simply not as crystal clear as Nova's or Strike's, or at least he believed they weren't, because of his kittypet upbringing. But, he was delighted at even the slight possibility of getting in touch with whatever innate skills he did have. The orange tabby smiled at Nova and followed Strike expectantly. He liked Nova because they were far closer in age than any of the others. For most his life, he hadn't even known any other cat. He didn't remember his mother, or littermates, just his upwalkers. So when he was brought in by Strike at 15 moons, he formed an attachemnt to Nova, whether or not she was aware. Leo made it his only concern to obey Strike, and to be a good friend to Nova.
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 4, 2020 21:52:45 GMT -5
《Typing up a response now, I've been sitting over here waiting to get a notification and nothings been happening, my stupid ass forgot to turn them back on. Sorry lol
And yes that would be great!》
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 4, 2020 22:13:55 GMT -5
Novas tail curled with pride when Strike gave her a nod, approving of the young cats idea. Not only would it motivate them to do better, the group would benifit from the increase of prey caught during this exercise. Without hesitation the silver shecat followed after her leader and fell in step with Leo. Part of her hoped that the tom would make this activity challenging for her, but it was common knowledge that he still clung to scavenging versus hunting. Doing her best to let go of her competitive nature, Nova tried to think more like a leader. Think how Strike would think. Maybe this would be a good time to help Leo improve his hunting techniques, if the input of a peer held any weight with him. She decided to try and advanced into the field. "Check this out, Ive been practicing my stalk, its as if Im not even touching the geound my paws are so silent!" Quick she moved her body into a crough and slyly stalked forwards her tail trailing loose behind her. "Its all in keeping your shoulders and hips even with each other, the balance definitely helps. You should try", she purred. If Leo had a good stalk then it qould greatly improve his chancing od catching something.
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 5, 2020 16:04:41 GMT -5
[Oh goodness hahah you're all good. ]
Leo purred with pleasure as the rightpaw spoke to him in such a friendly tone. The friendly sharpclaw always felt relief when Nova was at ease with him; he sustained himself on being social as one of his strongest traits. "You make it look almost effortless, Nova!" he praised. "Okay, I'll test it out." He bounded further into the field, just down from the spotted she-cat. Picturing her careful stance, Leo lowered his long frame to the grass, and, once still, crept his paws one in front of the other, trying to maintain his back at the same level, conscious of her words to mind his hips and shoulders. "It feels so silent," he meowed from his position, changing up his speed.
Strike let the two bound ahead of her, and watched with pleasant but calculating eyes. Nova knew how to extract the best from Leo, patiently showing him her better skills in an unopposing manner. It was too easy for a tough cat like her to give in to the difficulties she had lived through and become harsh or untrusting. The leader was glad to see her rightpaw staying open to her companions. Over the field, a ruckus filtered through the grasses to Strike's vigilant ears. "Hush," she silenced them sternly at once, ordering them sternly, "Don't move any further." Her body was frozen as she focused all her senses. The noise was soon accompanied by a ripe stench. Strike's pupils dilated with sharp instinct. Raccoons... she recognised. They sounded far too agitated to be simply scrounging for food. "Follow me, both of you. If we see danger, wait for my move. And don't dare take any risks," she growled. Any injury could mean slow and painful death to them. There was few times that Strike could remember any cat surviving after receiving a serious scrape, and that was not something she was prepared to risk. Every cat that she couldn't protect was a blow to their morale, and a dangerous step closer to the group breaking up completely. Deftly, the calico leader strode past her sharpclaws and toward the scent. She hoped hissing and spitting would be enough to intimidate the filthy creatures away from whatever vexed them. Closer and closer the she-cat moved, until she heard a familiar voice. Her eyes tracked it and caught hold of blackish grizzled pelts, all closing in on Rosco. With little time to lose, Strike turned for just a moment to check for Leo and Nova.
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Post by Falconwing on Jan 8, 2020 12:13:04 GMT -5
Nova was so focused on rehearsing the stalking technique that the silver shecat didnt even notice her leaders attention shift off of them. She was having fun focused on Leo and teaching him and was surprised when Stikes voice called out to them. Freezing when she was ordered to halt and be silent, her big blue eyes looked to Leo in a surprised manner. After a moment of silence the sound that Strike had noticed finally reached her swiveling ears. Raccons!
When the larger raccoon advanced Roscos growl turned into a yowl as he fearlessly charged forth clashing with the raccoon. He could feel its claws grab him and the tom pulled away and moved so he was clawing up its back and grabbing it by the scruff. As they rolled around in battle, with the other coon lashing out at him every time he got the chance, the noise of the squabble continued to rise. Hopefully someone could hear them, because Rosco didnt know how much longer he could hold them at bay. The tom was determined to keep his prized catch knowing that it was big enough to feed atleast three adult cats.
Following quickly behind Strike when she bounded off waving her tail for them to follow. "Come on Leo!" She called excited about the action they were about to face. She had never been face to face with a raccoon, having only seen them from a distance. When they finally came to a halt she could see that it was Rosco who was defending a dead crow that he must've caught. "Hurry we've got to help him!" Nova mewed her tone full of concern for the older tom.
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