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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 9, 2020 23:53:51 GMT -5
Introduction "Welcome to our camp. We weren't expecting visitors, especially with all that is going on. Give me a moment to catch my bearings, you'll have to excuse me if i rush you along the way of our life." The brown tom took a deep breath, looking behind him for a small moment before he turned back. "We are the trail watchers, my long ago ancestor, Trail watcher, not only gave us this name but gave it to me as well. We are a usually proud Kinship, standing tall in the face of danger and never willing to back down from a challenge." He paused, as though thinking of something else. "Most cats here don't look the type to be like this, we are usually slim with long legs but don't let that fool you. If you wish to stay with us, I warn you. This is not the life for the flat pawed"
History The trail watchers were first established by a tom named exactly that. They traveled for moons until finding shelter underneath the rocks. The paw prints filling the wall of the of the camp are all from all the cats who have lived there since. Each cat marks their paw on it after reaching the age of Warrior/Hunter. They mark it in mud, the most original one by Trail Watcher himself is near the center, marked with slight claw marks above it. Trail Watcher started this tradition so all cats could see how many generations have lived, a sign of hope for all. He knew it was rough in the beginning for the clans, he knew they'd have to fight tooth and claw to keep their territory but he chose this place due to his own strong connection to the area surrounding it. Territory
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 9, 2020 23:59:50 GMT -5
Code Of Honor - All must be willing to lay down their life for their clan.
- Kits, Elders, and Queens must eat before anyone else.
- A kit must reach the age of 7 moons before becoming a softpaw.
- All Overseer's must be the kits of the former one.
- all Alternate's must be kits of the former.
- A new alternate/overseer is chosen from the litter of kits when the overseer visits starfall and receives the eyes's blessing.
- All new overseers must do the 7 night walk with the alternate, during this time the eldest warrior will rule over camp.
- Challenge all who trespass.
- Do not turn away those in needs.
- The Council chooses whether a rule is to be veto'd or what kind of judgement needs to be passed on those who violate the rules.
- The shaman is chosen by the eye's.
- The position of Hunter or Watcher is decided by The Eyes when a kit reaches 7 moons.
OOC Rules - Be Polite: This should be self explanatory but treat others as you wish to be treated.
- Be Active: I understand with school starting up and whatnot being active everyday is just not possible. Please be on at least three times weekly, if in a higher position it's asked for five times. If you must leave for a short bit, please inform me or mod. We will work it out so your characters are not deleted. If not active for two weeks your character will be deleted. A warning will be sent five days beforehand.
- Do not Powerplay, Godmode, etc; This needs to be an even roleplay for everyone for it to be fun. Also keep in mind no cat is perfect, just like people. If you've made it this far, put your favorite book in other. Do not create unrealistic characters, that means overpowerful or unnatural coat/eye colors(no purple eyes, no pink fur.)
- Obey Forum Rules: If you need to review these, they are pinned at the top of all(I believe) forum topics.
- A suggestion: I've seen clans where they ask to not join as related cats and for once, I am going to add in I'd like it as well. You can if you must, but I'd prefer it if you asked to make your cat related to someone else in the RP.
- Subplots: I am open to the idea of Subplots but I'd like them to be run by me first if they change a lot in the clan. If it's a sideplot prophecy, it has to be run by me.
- Kits Position as Softpaw: You are free to choose the position for your kits when they reach 7 moons. Just message me what you choose.
- Literacy: I'd like it if you didn't have one-two sentence(s) replies and try your best with grammar, spelling, etc. I know I am not good with it but just try your best.
Plots Plot 1: Trail Watcher has returned from his seven night walk without Ember Foot, the former alternate. Ember foot was without kits leaving the clan without a new alternate and a leader who knows nothing of what he is doing. There's also the issue of what happened to Ember foot. Trail Watcher seems to know nothing, stating they were separated during their disappearance.
Any other plots gladly welcomed! Weather & Season It is Warm Season, bringing rain to the trail watchers
Traditions & Meaning of Words - Softpaws are trained at the Moss Path and Trickling Waters before they move further into the territory
- Watchers usually eat before the Hunters. It is an unspoken rule of the Kinship.
- Each New Hunter/Warrior marks their paw on the wall surrounding the back of camp with mud. This is considered a great honor because it signifies you are not alone on your journey through the kinship. It also shows that you are truly a Trail Watcher.
- The Seven Night Walk is performed after the death of the former Overseer. During this time, the new Overseer and Alternate travel outside of the territory so the Overseer may learn how to properly lead the clan. They also visit Starfall to speak with The Eyes.
Meaning of Words- Softpaw=Apprentice
- Overseer=Leader
- Alternate=Deputy
- Shaman=Medicine cat
- Council=Elders
- Hunters=Warriors who hunt for food
- Watchers= Warriors who patrol and fight.
- Guide= Mentor
- The Eyes who See All{Eyes for Short}=Starclan
- Kinship=Clan
- Flatpaw=Insult/not good at climbing
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 0:14:13 GMT -5
Overseer Trail Watcher | 35 moons | β | Trail Watcher is a slim Cinnamon colored tom. His brown fur is edged with black around the edge of his shoulders, elbows, and paws. White encases his muzzle, giving him an appearance of being older than he is. His long legs are helpful when he climbs up on rocks or needs to give chase. Personality wise, he is very naive. How he chosen by the Eyes to rule over the clans is a mystery to all, especially his siblings. He can also be described as being nervous, shaking like the leaves around him when trouble seems to turn it's ugly head. Despite all this, he cares deeply for his clanmates and those around him. Wishing only the best for the them.
Altnerate Open(To be chosen in rp, just say if you want your cat to be chosen later. Up to 3 can try to be Deputy) Shaman & Shaman Softpaw
Raven Cry | 45 moons | β | A tall black she-cat with long legs and a narrow face. She has longer fur on her chest and around her face, along with a plumed tail, and green eyes. Raven Cry is very laid-back and calm, even in tough situations. Sheβs pretty neutral most of the time and prefers not to get into arguments, especially if they have nothing to do with her. She is a good listener and gives advice to those that need it. Her detachment from situations can make her appear aloof and detached from other cats when she doesnβt mean to come off that way. Sometimes you can catch her staring into the trickling waters seemingly for no reason. Shaman Softpaw;
Ripple Paw | 7 Moons | β A small blue tabby she-cat with blue eyes, Ripple Paw is a pretty, gentle soul who wishes to help the kinship as best she can. Her youthfulness, however, makes her naive, and she can easily fall prey to the manipulations of others. She has complete trust in her superiors and in her ancestors. Ripple Paw is also very curious by nature and will poke her nose into all manner of business.
Watchers Wild Shade | 46 moons | β | With Unkempt fur, this cat is far from beautiful. It's a wonder how she came from Moving Creek, the now elderly she-cat who once won the heart of many suitors. She resembles her mother in every other way though, with soft black fur that has orange and white swirls all over it. For a cat of the Trail Watchers, she is rather large in size and not from her legs. She has broad shoulders, receiving this from her late father. Due to her large size, she can be a bit fiery, picking fights with cats when she should be keeping her mouth shut. The only times she's been known to keep quiet is when the shaman tells her to.
Murky Stream | 58 moons | β | A large stone-gray tom, thick with muscles and carrying a few battle scars. He has very faint tabby stripes on his tail and yellow eyes. Murky Stream is sharp with everyone he talks to, even his family. He thinks if youβre not working to better yourself at all times, youβre not reaching your full potential for the Kinship. He expects the same out of his son Sleeping Paw, but only ends up getting frustrated with him in the end. He truly wants to help other cats, especially his son, but he just comes off as rude and pretentious instead. Heβs secretly a softie with kittens, but excuses it as raising the future of the Kinship.
Quail Fang | 60 moons | β Quail Fang is a striking brown tabby with odd, bold stripes and yellow-green eyes. He is long-bodied and short-furred, with overlong fangs that are just visible when his mouth is closed. His face is often solemn, and his eyes carry a deceptive dullness within them. He was born into a family of Hunters, but chose to train as a Watcher instead to protect his beloved kinship. He remains an average hunter, capable of feeding himself if he must, but his true strength lies in his intelligence - he is tenacious, patient, and observant, fully capable of exploiting the slightest weakness in his opponents.
Hunters Little Pebble | 35 moons | β | A small, light brown tom with some cream on his chest and belly. He has black tabby stripes and a bit of white on his muzzle, with round amber eyes. Little Pebble doesnβt talk very often, and when he does itβs quiet and filled with uncertainty. He became a hunter because he couldnβt bring himself to hurt his Kinship probably wouldnβt be helpful in fighting foxes or rogues. However, heβs very generous and likes to help where he can to keep himself busy. He wants to have more friends and to bring himself forward in conversation but heβs not sure how to go about it.
Bitter Fern | 46 Moons | β A vocal, cranky brown tabby she-cat with large patches of white fur and green eyes. Bitter Fern is often dirty or unkempt and takes very little care of her own appearance. Her favorite pastime is nonetheless criticizing others - although she usually sticks to their choices rather than their appearance. She has quarreled with nearly everyone in the kinship to some degree, with the exception of Raven Cry, whom she respects.
Snow Drop | 30 Moons | β Snow Drop is a pretty white she-cat with one blue eye and one green eye. She is relatively laid-back and very kind, but she is also very anxious about the well-being of her kinship. She dislikes confrontation, but is fairly social and enjoys the company of other cats. Additionally, Snow Drop has a soft spot for kits and enjoys spending time with them and telling them stories - she would like to be a mother herself, but is nervous about starting a serious relationship. Softpaws Sleeping Paw | 10 moons | β | Hunter Softpaw A light gray tom with brown tabby markings. His solid green eyes never seem able to be fully open, earning him his name as a kit. He can be described as lazy, with no real purpose in life. He doesn't seem to have any motivation to follow his training regime, making him the oldest apprentice still practicing at the waters and Mossy Path. Most cats have lost hope on him ever earning his full name, even his parents seem to be having their doubts.
Morning Paw | 9 moons | β| Watcher Softpaw A long, elegant-looking she-cat with soft white fur, except for her ginger tail and the spots of ginger by her ears and on her back. Her tail is longer and fluffier than the rest of her. She has thin amber eyes. Morning Paw is energetic and ready to take on whatever life throws at her, whether sheβa actually prepared or not. She loves to talk and will talk someoneβs ear off if she isnβt stopped. She tends to be nosy, as she doesnβt like cats who look sad and wants to help them. If someone gets mad at her she easily takes it to heart, and wonβt be as bubbly for a few days
Den Mothers & Kits Melted Snow | 30 moons | β | A white she-cat with silver dusted tabby fur, mostly condensed in her face and tail. Her fur is long and soft, easily getting caught in branches and rocks. She has pale blue eyes and white paws to contrast her silver legs. Melted Snow was always gentle and motherly before she became pregnant, fretting over if her Kinship have eaten and getting mad when they didnβt. Sheβs also sassy and stubborn when things donβt go as planned, and may need some help calming down if things get to be too much. But she is a very loyal cat and will always be there when sheβs needed.
Council Moving Creek | 98 moons | β | An old pretty calico that has slowly became blind later in life. {Open to add more info to, free to rp as}
Slow Sun | 86 moons| β | Once a lively Russet Colored tom, he has turned into a snarky mess. His mate died giving birth to their kits due to her old age and he retired soon after, claiming he had no desire to father the kits nor be apart of any of the clan patrols anymore. He now sits with the council, choosing to be make bitter remarks to those who pass. He is known to be the more cruel one when it comes to choosing punishment for those who have disobeyed the Code Of Honor. Most cats avoid him now, which he doesn't seem to worry about.
Cedar tail | 136 Moons | β | Cedar tail is an ancient, battle-worn tom. His fur was once lilac, but age has leached much of the color from it. His blue eyes have been clouded and he no longer sees very well, but his mind - and tongue - remain as sharp as ever. He has always been quite thin, but lately his appetite has waned, leaving him worryingly skinny.
Honey Pool | 80 moons | β | A pale ginger tabby tom with faint markings and a white chest and paws. One ear has gone completely deaf, the other not far behind, and he has golden eyes. Honey Pool has only recently joined the council and has quickly learned it's best not to argue against the older cats. He prefers to go with the flow, even if he doesn't wholeheartedly agree with every decision. He'd honestly like to spend his retirement relaxing, but it seems that it isn't going to happen.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 0:16:37 GMT -5
Relationships β€ Mates Tom She-cat Guide β Crush β₯ Mutual β₯ Trail Watcher β₯ Melted Snow
??? + Fallow Watcher = Trail Watcher, Little Pebble Slow Sun + ??? = Morning Paw Murky Stream + ??? = Sleeping Paw ??? + Moving Creek = Bitter Fern, Wild Shade Snow Drop β₯ Little Pebble Bitter Fernβ Sleeping Paw Rpers
βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ | Owner | Trail Watcher, Wild Shade, Sleeping Paw,β¨ nissabug β¨ | Member | Melted Snow, Raven Cry, Little Pebble, Murky Stream, Honey Pool, Morning Paw SmugGull | Snow Drop, Quail Fang, Cedar Tail, Bitter Fang, Ripple Paw
Cat Count: Overseer: 1 Alternate: 0 Shaman; 1,1, 1 apprentice Watchers :1, 3 Hunters: 2 Softpaws: 1(H) 1(W) Den Mothers: 1 Council: 3, 1 She-cats; 8 Toms; 9 Roles Accused; Trail Watcher Missing; Ember Foot Supporters{Support Trail};2 Judges{Accusing Trail}; 1 Trying to be Deputy: Quail Fang Neutral Parties; 1 Joining Forum Cat Name | Age in Moons | β / β | Description (Personality and Looks 4 lines minimum) | Rper | Position | Other | Relationships |
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Kits go by just their first name, not kit like no Twigkit just Twig.
Claimable Charries; Moving Creek
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 0:17:10 GMT -5
We will open officially tomorrow since it's kinda late and I may need to fix a few things c: this is also a save
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 7:21:44 GMT -5
Well it's been long enough, we are open c: Feel free to join~
After some people join I was thinking about starting where Trail returns ^^;
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jan 10, 2020 11:41:21 GMT -5
Melted Snow | 30 moons | β | A white she-cat with silver dusted tabby fur, mostly condensed in her face and tail. Her fur is long and soft, easily getting caught in branches and rocks. She has pale blue eyes and white paws to contrast her silver legs. Melted Snow was always gentle and motherly before she became pregnant, fretting over if her Kinship have eaten and getting mad when they didnβt. Sheβs also sassy and stubborn when things donβt go as planned, and may need some help calming down if things get to be too much. But she is a very loyal cat and will always be there when sheβs needed. | nissabug | Den Mother (Hunter) | Little Pebble | 35 moons | β | A small, light brown tom with some cream on his chest and belly. He has black tabby stripes and a bit of white on his muzzle, with round amber eyes. Little Pebble doesnβt talk very often, and when he does itβs quiet and filled with uncertainty. He became a hunter because he couldnβt bring himself to hurt his Kinship probably wouldnβt be helpful in fighting foxes or rogues. However, heβs very generous and likes to help where he can to keep himself busy. He wants to have more friends and to bring himself forward in conversation but heβs not sure how to go about it. | nissabug | Hunter | Raven Cry | 45 moons | β | A tall black she-cat with long legs and a narrow face. She has longer fur on her chest and around her face, along with a plumed tail, and green eyes. Raven Cry is very laid-back and calm, even in tough situations. Sheβs pretty neutral most of the time and prefers not to get into arguments, especially if they have nothing to do with her. She is a good listener and gives advice to those that need it. Her detachment from situations can make her appear aloof and detached from other cats when she doesnβt mean to come off that way. Sometimes you can catch her staring into the trickling waters seemingly for no reason. | nissabug | Shaman | Murky Stream | 58 moons | β | A large stone-gray tom, thick with muscles and carrying a few battle scars. He has very faint tabby stripes on his tail and yellow eyes. Murky Stream is sharp with everyone he talks to, even his family. He thinks if youβre not working to better yourself at all times, youβre not reaching your full potential for the Kinship. He expects the same out of his son Sleeping Paw, but only ends up getting frustrated with him in the end. He truly wants to help other cats, especially his son, but he just comes off as rude and pretentious instead. Heβs secretly a softie with kittens, but excuses it as raising the future of the Kinship. | nissabug | Watcher | Morning Paw | 9 moons | β| A long, elegant-looking she-cat with soft white fur, except for her ginger tail and the spots of ginger by her ears and on her back. Her tail is longer and fluffier than the rest of her. She has thin amber eyes. Morning Paw is energetic and ready to take on whatever life throws at her, whether sheβa actually prepared or not. She loves to talk and will talk someoneβs ear off if she isnβt stopped. She tends to be nosy, as she doesnβt like cats who look sad and wants to help them. If someone gets mad at her she easily takes it to heart, and wonβt be as bubbly for a few days. | nissabug | Watcher Softpaw |
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 11:56:40 GMT -5
{I forgot to add other for the thing but like..I love and trust you nissa <3 will add v soon }
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 12:15:59 GMT -5
{All Added Nissa! Tell me if I got relationships right pls ;-; Ima wait for Smug to join to add the theirs lol }
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 15:22:42 GMT -5
{Bump c:}
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 10, 2020 18:41:42 GMT -5
Quail Fang | 60 moons | βQuail Fang is a striking brown tabby with odd, bold stripes and yellow-green eyes. He is long-bodied and short-furred, with overlong fangs that are just visible when his mouth is closed. His face is often solemn, and his eyes carry a deceptive dullness within them. He was born into a family of Hunters, but chose to train as a Watcher instead to protect his beloved kinship. He remains an average hunter, capable of feeding himself if he must, but his true strength lies in his intelligence - he is tenacious, patient, and observant, fully capable of exploiting the slightest weakness in his opponents. | SmugGull | Watcher | Has not accused nor defended Trail Watcher | Bitter Fern | 46 Moons | βA vocal, cranky brown tabby she-cat with large patches of white fur and green eyes. Bitter Fern is often dirty or unkempt and takes very little care of her own appearance. Her favorite pastime is nonetheless criticizing others - although she usually sticks to their choices rather than their appearance. She has quarreled with nearly everyone in the kinship to some degree, with the exception of Raven Cry, whom she respects. | SmugGull | Hunter | Has accused Trail Watcher | Littermate of Wild Shade (?) | Snow Drop | 30 Moons | βSnow Drop is a pretty white she-cat with one blue eye and one green eye. She is relatively laid-back and very kind, but she is also very anxious about the well-being of her kinship. She dislikes confrontation, but is fairly social and enjoys the company of other cats. Additionally, Snow Drop has a soft spot for kits and enjoys spending time with them and telling them stories - she would like to be a mother herself, but is nervous about starting a serious relationship. | SmugGull | Hunter | Has defended Trail Watcher | Crush on Little Pebble Ripple Paw | 7 Moons | βA small blue tabby she-cat with blue eyes, Ripple Paw is a pretty, gentle soul who wishes to help the kinship as best she can. Her youthfulness, however, makes her naive, and she can easily fall prey to the manipulations of others. She has complete trust in her superiors and in her ancestors. Ripple Paw is also very curious by nature and will poke her nose into all manner of business. | SmugGull | Shaman Softpaw (if not, Hunter Softpaw) | Has defended Trail Watcher |
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 18:55:55 GMT -5
{Woot all added, if anyone wants to rp I can get responses out ^^; I'll hold off on our good man Trail returning just for now}
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 19:03:06 GMT -5
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The young tom was in his den, ignoring the sunlight that was filtering through the the brambles of the den. He knew he should be up, doing his normal duties but his nest felt so warm...comforting. He barely peeked open his eyes, scanning the den around him. He surely wouldn't be able to enjoy this quiet for long. He knew that Trail Watcher would be returning soon, forcing him to be on his best behavior unless he wished to go before the council. He mulled over his last punishment, wondering if the next one would be more severe. He didn't mind bringing prey to the Den Mother's or Council, didn't even care about having to change their bedding. What would they choose next though? He ran through the possibilities, he could wind up being forced to change everyone's bedding or perhaps he'd be made to hunt till his paws were bleeding and his breath stunk of prey for the moons.
Prey. Food. His belly rumbled at the thought but he knew better. He was always the last to eat, he knew he deserved it for his lack of training but he still didn't like it. He missed being a kit, he could just eat whenever he liked without worrying about the judging eyes of the others. He rolled over, now facing the entrance. Perhaps he could sneak a piece during the whole welcoming party of Trail Watcher? No one would have to know...But the prey will old and stale, that's not good. He internally groaned to himself, knowing there would be no escaping his training. He most likely would be starving the whole time, unable to focus on the training from his guide.
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She had only just awoke, looking over to The Council's den. There would be no patrols set up until the Overseer returned, granting her some time to mill about on her own. How Boring. She longed to feel the air against her fur, real air not this cold camp air she had grown used to. She could always visit her mother while waiting for him to return but she didn't dare, not wanting to hear her comments about how she would 'land herself a tom if she only groomed her fur better'. She scoffed aloud, knowing full well her mother would only be pleased if she resided as a permanent Den Mother. She sat down near the water, scratching behind her ear with her back foot. It sent dirt and nest material scattering around her. If she was any other cat, she would be appalled and start cleaning herself. Though....She wasn't any cat. She relished in the mess of her fur, feeling it made her look more like a true Watcher. She imagined the long ago Kinship never cleaned their fur, too busy fighting for the right of land around them now. She let her eyes wander, looking from cat to cat. No one of interest to talk to just yet. Her claws scraped against the rock under her, getting antsy about staying still.
How do hunters do this? Just sitting around waiting for prey, waiting for duties to arise for them. It must be a miserable way of living. She felt sudden warmth fill her as she remembered the day she discovered she would be an official Watcher. She had been worrying over it for sunrises, wondering when Fallow Watcher would announce where she'd be going. When the words Watcher left the she-cat's mouth she practically leaped out of her spot to nuzzle the Overseer.
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Slow Sun had made his way out of his den after laying there for the past several sunrises. With Sleeping Paw catering to their every need, he had thought of no need to let the sun wash over his pelt. Now the Softpaw had returned to his duties and Trail Watcher was due back with Ember Foot. He made sure his pelt was slick after his thorough washing, wanting the old Alternate to notice him first. The two had gone back moons, being friends while they were only in the Nursery together. He had wished his old friend would join him in the Council's den but without kits of his own yet he wouldn't be able to. He had constantly pestered the tom to court one of the many she-cats in their youth but he seemed uninterested, as though the thought of love was lost on him.
He snickered to himself at the fond memory of Ember Foot becoming flustered when a she-cat flirted with him. Of course, it was his own late mate who did so before they had even thought of each other as possibilities. He sighed, now feeling a dull pain encase his heart. She had gone too soon, leaving behind the kits and him. He shook his head, trying to free the memory and pain from it. He should eat, it would fill the time and preoccupy his mind until the two returned. He had made his way to the food store to only discover it had very little prey. He knew better than to take a larger piece, priding himself in being reasonable in his old age. He instead grabbed a small mouse from the back, sniffing it to make sure it hadn't soured. When he was sure it hadn't, he made his way to the pool of water. He knew that he was risking his meal getting wet but he didn't want to walk far for his drink of water afterwards.
He thought of finally speaking to his daughter, wondering if she'd even want to hear from him. He had become a Council Member only a sunrise after she had been born. He had kept himself distant in fear of losing her, knowing it would be best to let her grow up without her father. He looked up, spotting Wild Shade staring ahead. He had been spending moons with her mother yet she had never visited except for once. Perhaps this is how being a parent works in the Council. { I got too excited ;w; }
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 10, 2020 20:18:13 GMT -5
Quail Fang rolled his shoulders as he emerged from the Watcher's den, ears twitching from side to side as he took in the sounds of the early morning. Only a few cats were awake so far. He yawned expansively as he stepped further into the camp, scenting the air to see if Trail Watcher had returned.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 20:27:49 GMT -5
{Ima return him when Nissa gets on at least ^^ need shamans for ittt }
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She heard the sound of Quail Fang moving not too far off, her ears perking up now. She knew that she should wait for the Overseer and Alternate to return but what was the point in that? It would only put them behind on their duties of patrolling the camp. Anyways, she needed a morning stroll and she found Quail Fang's patient attitude would certainly bring her some peace, more than she would find here. She considered asking a Hunter to tag along with them too, the prey pile would be dwindling more and more with each waking cat and she certainly didn't like the idea of being stuck with last night's fresh kill for her morning meal. Finally, after pondering for what seemed like hours, she got up to her paws and approached Quail Fang.
"Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to head out and scout the territory? I know it's kind of a big day but their return shouldn't make us hold off on our duties to the clan." She glanced over to the Hunter's den, noting none of them had risen yet. How typical of them to put off everything till the last moment.
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 10, 2020 20:30:27 GMT -5
Bitter Fern hissed in irritation as she realized her apprentice hadn't woken up yet. Lazy mouse-brain she grumbled internally, stalking over to the softpaw's den. "Sleeping Paw," she rasped angrily, "get up."
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 10, 2020 20:35:48 GMT -5
Quail Fang looked over to Wild Shade in mild surprise and dipped his head. "Certainly," he meowed, sparing a brief glance towards Bitter Fern's characteristic annoyance. "Did you have a particular route in mind?"
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jan 10, 2020 21:02:21 GMT -5
Little Pebble had been awake earlier than he intended, but the worry in his gut just kept nagging him. He knew that the walk was a normal thing for all Overseers, and that most of the time they'd come back just fine, so he didn't know why he was still worried. It's just because we're brothers, he insisted to himself. When the sun finally rose he padded out of the hunters' den, already checking the air for Trail Watcher's scent. He tried not to let his tail droop as he realized he hadn't gotten back yet. He just needed to get his mind off of it, that's all.
He sat in front of the den, his tail flicking behind him.
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 10, 2020 21:14:51 GMT -5
Snow Drop blinked awake as the dawn began to break. She raised her head to see Little Pebble's tail vanishing from sight as he left the den. Figuring that something was likely bothering him - and that she was unlikely to be able to get back to sleep now that she'd been awoken - she raised herself to her feet and slipped out after him, hovering at the den entrance as Little Pebble's tail drooped.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly, taking care not to wake anyone in the den behind them.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 10, 2020 21:16:55 GMT -5
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With his name being mentioned, he brought his ears up. Of course it would be Bitter disturbing his sleep, his guide. He certainly could do with any other cat showing him how to become a hunter but instead he was stuck with the grouchiest cat he had ever met. "Hey Ferny" He purposely added the y to the end of Fern, hoping it would rile her up enough to leave him be. He still managed to climb to his paws, knowing he should still get up no matter what did happen.
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She hadn't thought he'd agree so quickly, nor did she expect her to be choosing their route. She looked outside of the camp, wondering which one would be best. "We could travel out towards Hollow Woods, take Little Pebble perhaps?" She shifted her eyes to the tom, not exactly wanting to involve herself in the trouble of Bitter Fern and Sleeping Paw. The two of them would just make her wish she had clawed her ears off long ago. "We can ask Little Pebble to join us, it'd probably be best to get a head start on the day ahead of them. She knew that the Council would appreciate a grand meal for the return of their oh so dear overseer.
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Trail Watcher made his way back to the camp, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He could only remember bits and pieces as the shock settled in. He recalled him and Ember Foot separating in hopes of finding more prey on their journey but after that...he was just gone. He had spent the last four nights of his walk searching for him, reluctant to return to his camp empty pawed. He was though, not even a piece of prey hanging from his jaw. He could hear his Mother's scolding in his ears. Why would you separate yourself from the alternate? Did you learn nothing after my big speech? His paws were weak as he caught sight of the rock overhead, the sound of the water flowing inside consuming him. He could do this, he could...He couldn't do this. He was putting shame to Fallow Watcher's name. Perhaps someone else should have been chosen for this, one of his other siblings. The Eyes are never wrong, Trail. His mother's words rang clearly once more.
Surely they were wrong about this though? He could feel the worry consuming him, the council...they would have to be the first to hear along with the Shaman. The Kinship will question where Ember Foot is though while he was gone...He had stopped himself before arriving to the camp. He looked back, half expecting Ember Foot to come charging down the Mossy Path, panting in his old age, prepared to reprimand him for running off. No such thing happened though, leaves scattered themselves in the wind, reminding him that he was alone. I always dreamed of this day, becoming a full Overseer...Now I wish I could go back when mother was alive. Things would certainly be easier, she'd know how to calm the clan and make things better. She wouldn't let Emberfoot walk off on his own.
After another deep breath, feeling the air rush to his lungs, he continued on his way. His head was hung low, focusing on the path ahead. One he had traveled so many times in his youth, now it felt so long and difficult.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jan 10, 2020 21:20:25 GMT -5
Little Pebble almost jumped at the random voice, until he realized it was Snow Drop. He glanced over his shoulder at her and suddenly felt very stupid about being anxious. "Trail Watcher and Ember Foot aren't back yet," he said, and quickly followed with, "Which, I mean, isn't unusual, but..." He didn't have any justification to give her, so he just shrugged. "But it's fine. They'll be back soon, right?" The question came out more desperate for reassurance than he meant it to.
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 10, 2020 21:28:13 GMT -5
Cedartail | 136 Moons | β | Cedartail is an ancient, battle-worn tom. His fur was once lilac, but age has leached much of the color from it. His blue eyes have been clouded and he no longer sees very well, but his mind - and tongue - remain as sharp as ever. He has always been quite thin, but lately his appetite has waned, leaving him worryingly skinny. | SmugGull | Council | Open for kits |
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 10, 2020 21:30:38 GMT -5
Snow Drop blinked reassuringly at Little Pebble. "I'm sure they will be," she meowed, nudging Little Pebble gently. "Don't fret. Everything will turn out fine."
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jan 10, 2020 22:02:59 GMT -5
Honey Pool | 80 moons | β | A pale ginger tabby tom with faint markings and a white chest and paws. One ear has gone completely deaf, the other not far behind, and he has golden eyes. Honey Pool has only recently joined the council and has quickly learned it's best not to argue against the older cats. He prefers to go with the flow, even if he doesn't wholeheartedly agree with every decision. He'd honestly like to spend his retirement relaxing, but it seems that it isn't going to happen. | nissabug | Council | Open for mate/kits |
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 11, 2020 16:41:29 GMT -5
I am here but poofy c:
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 11, 2020 19:27:25 GMT -5
Quail Fang nodded consideringly as Wild Shade spoke. "If you're looking to come back with prey, we might want to continue through the Woods to the Flower Pond," he suggested. The Hollow Woods were home to a modest amount of prey, but the amount of fresh-kill they'd need for Trail Watcher's returning feast would be easier to find in the Flower Pond. He glanced over to where Little Pebble and Snow Drop were sitting and nodded. "Would be good to have an extra set of paws. Especially hunting paws."
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Post by γ α΅Κ·αΆ¦Λ‘αΆ¦α΅Κ°α΅ γ on Jan 12, 2020 1:07:20 GMT -5
// Save for characters <3! Names: Birch, Comet, Rose, BrookΒ
Birch Leaf | 19 Moons | β | Birch Leafβs appearance palette begins with a beautiful base of milk white. The majority of his body is this exact, fine hue that often seems to radiate the natural lighting that shines upon it. Tarnishing his naturally colorless hide would be the rather distinct shades of brown and tan. First, the second hue layered above his bleached tufts would be the patches of brown with a hint of gray, or in other words, cedar. Inside of these recognizable markings would be the elegantly scattered stripes the color of a ravenβs feathers, resulting with the birch prefix. Resting on the center of his cranium and about his maw would remain the last two beautiful hues that are involved in the tomβs list of colors. Birch Leaf has a red nose that seems to turn into a rich rust before connecting to his patches. Above his almond-shaped eyes in the rich, bright color of the birch leaf itself, resulting in his name, rest the gentle cream-tan hues that seem to entwine themselves into the patches and alongside the stripes. His tail is a beautiful shade of rust brown, much richer than the majority of his coat. This all rests upon a medium length coat, which seems to be at its longest in his cheeks and tail. However, his velvet strands are all close in length, giving him a fluffier appearance. Hidden beneath this handsome pelt would reveal Birch Leafβs impressive build, with semi-broad shoulders connected to long limbs and medium-sized paws. Heβs slightly taller than most, but you could still consider him to be a regular cat with sharper features like a sharp edge to his muzzle and medium-length ears barely rounded at their tips. Youβd assume that a tom with such a strong physique like so wouldnβt have a place in learning medicine, however, Birch Leaf is an exception. If you pay close attention to his outer hind leg, the right one to be exact, you could see it sticking farther out than usual when he sits. This is due to in his mid-softpaw moons, he climbed too high and slipped, crashing down by landing on the ground incorrectly and snapping the bone within. He was forced to retire to the Shamanβs den to heal, where he was also told he would begin his learning in medicine, since his leg would heal improperly and never work in the same way as before. It did heal incorrectly, as he was told, but it was nothing too severe, since it is still able to be walked on, but sometimes his leg can stiffen or be slightly sensitive. Before the accident, Birch Leaf was a sweeter character, but looking into the present, Birch Leaf still is. Sometimes aiding onto his colder appearance, Birch Leafβs pain in his leg can cause him to snap and be grumpy. When the pain is gone, Birch Leaf is a changed tomcat. He is the friendliest you could ever meet, seeing as heβs constantly wanting to talk and joking around with other felines. He's good natured, believing that everyone deserves space, but will always keep his loyalty to his comrades and be there whenever they need to vent. This adds onto his typically calm demeanor, since he doesnβt think with his heart but with his head, since before he became Shaman, he was training more to fight, so out of habit, Birch Leaf doesn't like to fight, rather thinking talking things out is better than going head on into a fight. Deep within his fluffy bosom is an adventurous curiosity and a love for the territories surrounding them, seeing that being Shaman can result in him enjoying the beautiful scenery around his home. | γ α΅Κ·αΆ¦Λ‘αΆ¦α΅Κ°α΅ γ | Shaman | Adoptive brother to Comet. Open to parents and romance. |
Comet Paw | 10 Moons | β | Description (Personality and Looks 4 lines minimum) | γ α΅Κ·αΆ¦Λ‘αΆ¦α΅Κ°α΅ γ | Hunter Softpaw | Open to parents and romance. |
Somber Rose | 21 Moons | β | Description (Personality and Looks 4 lines minimum) | γ α΅Κ·αΆ¦Λ‘αΆ¦α΅Κ°α΅ γ | Watcher | Neutral Party | Open to all |
Amber Brook | 27 Moons | β | Amber Brookβs physique is small and somewhat slender, which can prove to be difficult due to others believing she is not of worth. Although her being shorter than most of the cats in the clan, do not let it fool you. She is well defined with enough will and determination to prove she is well capable of damage with her medium length limbs. This she-cat's pelt that is thicker and slightly longer in her chest and on her tail continues hides her definition, the rest of the length being slightly longer than short with a beautiful base the color of cream. Beautiful ginger spots and a bit of tabby stripes running along her small flank compliment the foundation color. However, the last shade would be a snow thatβs beautifully painted on her chest that extends to her inner thighs, and carefully placed on her paws like mittens. Her fur is well combed down, giving Amber Brook an elegant look to her, and to some, she can be considered beautiful more than cute, with her triangular shaped face and almond amber eyes that compliments her pelt color. Upon her cranium, her ears are small and rounded off, along with her muzzle. Her feathery tufts and thin appearance tops off her interesting personality. She is quite serious about her job in the clan, and exceeds in her hunting and fighting skills. Though, the latter is one she prefers to avoid. Fighting is not her go-to since the she-cat prefers to avoid violence unless it is absolutely needed. However, Amber Brook, like her name, is in a sense, amber and warmβ bright. Brook is an optimist, believing there is good in everyone and that anything that happens has a positive effect. Alongside her bright personality is a very strong determination that kindles inside of her bosom like a flame. Because of this, sheβs usually calm and extremely cautious of others or herself, whether it be for her to talk or actions. Lastly, Amber Brook has great intelligence which was included with her as a kit due to her small frame. However, she remains stubborn and persistent, desperate to prove to others she means well. | γ α΅Κ·αΆ¦Λ‘αΆ¦α΅Κ°α΅ γ | Hunter | Open to All |
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 12, 2020 7:50:22 GMT -5
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"We should grab Little Pebble then, maybe his companion too." Her eyes were focused on the two, she didn't know either of them that well but they seemed close enough. Hopefully they wont bicker like the council when choosing punishment. She got to her paws and made her way over, signaling for Quail Fang to join her as she continued. She didn't exactly want to be the one talking to the hunters, she always thought lowly of them and her mind hadn't changed yet.
{sorry its short and woo twi cant wait for you to join and hopefully others cx }
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 12, 2020 7:59:46 GMT -5
{I'll get my good boy in and rushing to the council when I see twi's c: He's outside the camp tho so if Quail and Wild leave soon they may run into him }
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 13, 2020 3:16:20 GMT -5
Quail Fang fell into step beside Wild Shade as they made their way over to Little Pebble and - he had to think about it for a moment -
"Snow Drop," he greeted. "Little Pebble. Would you care to join us? Wild Shade and I were just about to head out to the Flower Pond," he said, because Wild Shade hadn't contradicted his suggestion so he was going to run with it. "We thought we'd catch some prey to bring back for the returning feast."
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