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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 12:40:17 GMT -5
Introduction The stars have abandoned us. SladeClan have always been loyal to the paths set by StarClan, their code ingrained into our very day to day lives. Everything seemed normal, until one day word became sporadic bit by bit, until blinking out entirely. Leaving the Clan lost and terrified. Despite still glimmering in the skies above our moorland, our ancestors have fallen silent. And in their wake the Clan is beginning to unravel, fearful of what our future holds if the ones meant to love us the most have renounced us to the darkness. As the Clan descends into madness, a few cats at the centre desperately trying to keep it together. Catastrophe strikes at the very heart of the Clan, and it seems that the ancestors have truly abandoned our skies. Until finally word comes, but the voices are cruel and unfamiliar. For dark forces have destroyed StarClan, the very memories of our ancestors beginning to fade into nothing. And now with the ones who loved us the most gone, it seems the dark intends to do the same to us.
Rules As with other threads, whilst here be sure that you always comply with the rules set out by the forums, if uncertain at all feel free to peruse this link, or ask questions! Whilst nice, I don't expect anyone to be online 24/7, but I do ask you roleplay on this thread fairly regularly. Where you wish to join as a key character, i.e. to the plot or to the clan, I ask you are on at least four days a week, otherwise three is acceptable. SladeClan will be a literate clan, thus I ask members be able to attain an absolute minimum of 6 lines per character per post. If you are unable to meet this, unfortunately this will not be the thread for you and best of luck elsewhere. This is an absolute no no, and is a one way ticket to being reported on the forums. A lot of us work hard on our characters, coding, clans, etc, and perusing any of that unrightfully as your own will not be tolerated. On initial joining, please do so with at least two characters; one of each gender. Please avoid taking on more than one key role at a time. I ask that you only join with one apprentice per two cats of other ranks you have to avoid having too many in that rank compared to other members. The password for joining is An Unlit Path. No one in real life is perfect [except me] so I ask that you avoid making characters which are. Give your characters flaws please. Additionally; no cat is infallible, and though I wont expect you to be killing cats off left and right, understand that they can get injured, and clan life isn't exactly a walk in the park. Lastly, unless you have special permission beforehand don't join as a character with background outside of the clan, i.e. no ex-kittypets, loners, etc. Not mandatory but something that can be fun, where characters of yours share traits with another member's [or you just want them to be related I'm not too fussy with genetics] ask that other member if they might be related. I do ask that unless its a parent/kit, you don't join as members of your own family. Its just a pet peeve of mine as it takes away roleplaying opportunities in other places. As long as its not in real life drama, make as much of it as you want. Treat SladeClan as a rubbish reality show wanting to get views if you'd like, and just throw in anything you think might be fun. As long as it doesn't interrupt directly with the main plot, i.e. don't kill off our villain in a flood, have at. Just try to involve as many other members in plots as you can, and just have fun!
Joining Form Character Name. Link to Character's Image.
Kindly write your character's description here, try to make it at least 6 lines long, and include their appearance and personality, and where relevant their history. @screenname Rank. Relationships. Anything Else.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 14:56:59 GMT -5
About the Clan Cats of SladeClan are quite diverse in terms of build, for slender, athletic and big built cats are able to thrive here, largely because of how different the landscape is. From the heavily wooded areas of the woodland, to the flatter parts beside the river banks, and the hilly areas beyond. SladeClan is home to cats of varying sizes. We are, however, more uniform in terms of pelt colour for the most part. Largely being made up of dark coated cats with various patternings, lighter pelts aren't as common though not unheard of, as to help blend in with the dark colours of the rest our territory. For the most part, SladeClan tend to be an incredibly loyal group of cats. Tight knit with strong bonds, we are well established and have inhabited the Slade for a long period of time, and thus we take great importance in our past. However, we are not creatures that take to change easily nor kindly, and we don't think much of outsiders.
Territory SladeClan occupies the banks encompassed by a large river on the one side, and a hilly landscape on the other. The further north one follows the river is where the landscape grows thick with foliage, mainly oak and pine trees. Our border is marked by the river on one side, for the most part we never cross it, and at the highest peaks among the hills on the otherside, what we know colloquially as Lone Oak Peak. An inlet from the wandering river, that carves through the Firefly Copse, stopping just before the Phantom Hollow. It is relatively shallow, so much that most apprentices would be able to trek its waters without much difficulty, however, certain parts of it tend to grow fiercer in current, particularly following boughts of terrible weather, so it can be worth being careful not to get swept up or taken by surprise. And several spots can be utilised for fishing, though for the most part the clan tends to be quite water averse.
The local name for the thick woodland which marks the northern part of the Wandering River, due to the thick nature of the foliage, it is rife in wildlife, particularly known for being home to squirrels, mice and a variety of small birds. It is named for the fireflies that set the little area ablaze with light during the night, quite a beautiful sight. However, it wouldn't be unusual for a fox or badger to make its home within the area, though never usually a massive threat, it is worth warning younger cats to pay attention. However, it has been quite a few generations since the clan have been pestered by such animals, and we have grown quite relaxed in the area despite previous warnings. A large meadow marked by a multitude of hawthorn trees finds a setting about half way up the Lone Oak Peak, it is largely unpopulated aside from the occasional family of rabbits, or perhaps the occasional herd of deer. However, its primary use is for warriors to train their apprentices, due to the safe nature of the area. Due to its height, the landmark tends to be incredibly windy, and thus trees in the area can be prone to breaking free of their roots, several currently mark the area, and are good fun for practising climbing among.
The highest point on SladeClan territory is a hill barren except for one notable feature. A single and seemingly rather ancient oak tree standing quite central to the meadow it is sat within. The area is home to a warren of rabbits, thus if you can be bothered to make the journey it can be worth the effort. However, due to this the land underfoot has been rendered rather hollow, and can offer a risk if uncareful. The land beyond the peak is largely barren moorland, and cats rarely travel beyond where the oak tree sits.
The name for the hilly landscape between the river banks and the bordering hills to the south of the territory. It is named for the bitter winds that light the area in howling song, and the presence of the Moon Pool - our connection with StarClan in the form of a small starlit pond connecting to the cascades, means most thing the area to be haunted. It is home to rabbits, hares and field mice, but can be populated by birds of prey particularly during the warmer months, thus can offer something in the way of a threat.
A quite beautiful landmark of SladeClan territory, it is a small river that starts high in the hills on the southern part of the territory, and culminates in a small cascade tumbling into the Moon Pond. There is a small cavern behind where the waters fall, offering a private place to hide and converse unknown to the rest of the world. Where it finishes is what we consider our border to the eastern side of the territory, though it isn't cemented and going beyond it a short ways isn't unheard of. It is more a decorative border than anything else.
Just beyond the Wandering River banks, where the land begins to become more wooded is an expanse of caverns built into the land. The central one is where SladeClan makes its camp. Its rocky face offers great chance to practice climbing skills, and kits nearing 6 moons are occasionally permitted out of camp under the supervision of a parent to stretch their legs. Given its sheltered nature, even if they wanted to someone wanting to cause camp chaos would struggle to pinpoint exactly where it is. As unless particularly close or knowing where you're going, it is difficult to know where to go, particularly due to how many other similar caverns inhabit the area.
The most notable landmark on SladeClan territory, it stretches across our land and continues far beyond. It is banked on either side by rolling hills, and is dotted in parts with small oak trees, until one reaches the FireFly copse. It is a deep river, and its current is quite fast, thus most cats don't dare attempt to cross it. Though there are points easier accessed, SladeClan generally doesn't need to bother.
Camp As aforementioned, the camp is situated within the Thunder Caverns of territory, bordering just beside the Firefly Copse. It stretches deep underground, into a large rocky cavern, with various caves dotted about the walls which make up the camp's dens. A small pool of water naturally trickles down from the surface, offering us a water supply, though it isn't particularly fresh thus most cats elect to drink when out and about. Apprentices will often bring fresh moss to queens and elders to alleviate this issue using moss.
Set at the highest point of camp, and accessed via a small path up the camp walls, it has a small ledge used for meetings. Healers make their dens within a small cave at the foot of the camp walls, away from the rest of the dens. The largest den within camp, and the one closest to the entrance to prevent predators coming too close. Not far from the warrior's den, it is connected via a small tunnel, and is on multiple levels to permit expansion. Queens and their kits make their dens inside a small cave deep within the camp, just next to the elder's den. Beside the nursery, it is set deep within camp where its warmest, and moss naturally grows on its walls.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 15:14:30 GMT -5
Leader
Not the largest cat in the clan by far, this is a slightly but athletically built young tom. Though muscled, he isn't overtly so and thus some would regard him as being quite weak, however, he isn't someone to be underestimated. Seemingly possessed by a viper, he is quick footed and equally quick witted, with experience on the battlefield. Whilst generally a pacifist, he finds no qualms in putting others in their place when he sees the need, however, for the most part he is a kind and good natured tom. Shadowstar is marked with a coat of largely pale browns, striped with darker shades all across his frame, though he grows paler at each paw. His eyes are a brilliant, ember brown. Whilst still fairly new in his role as leader, and compared to the rest of his clan, the previous leader died early into his deputyhood, and quite unexpectedly due to a bitter illness that took more than one life at a time. Though new, and still prone to uncertainty at times, he has thus far proven himself to be a fairly good leaders, with potential to become something great given the opportunity. Deputy
Sparrowfall is, to most, a handsome cat. He is gifted with a dark brown tabby pelt and an agile form - with his flank having a larger dark spot on the left. He has large, forest green eyes and a gaze that’s full of understanding and mystique. He’s definitely not the largest tom - his frame is fairly average, and his short, sleek fur doesn’t do much to add to his already typical size. Sparrowfall is definitely a hardworking tom, who strove hard for the position he’s in currently. To him, public image is almost everything, and as such, is kind natured towards everyone he meets; he’s gifted with a silver tongue, and is certainly quite the charmer. In all honesty, the tom’s relationship with StarClan isn’t the strongest - he acknowledges the presence of his ancestors, though has never been able tot believe fully in them and their ability. Sparrowfall is quite the social butterfly and is nothing short of amiable, though with how his personality shifts to accommodate whoever he’s speaking to at the time, he has no clue who his authentic self really is - and fears that in truth, he’s not the altruistic tom that so many think he is. He’s not the most keen on family and kin, though he doesn’t want to be “that cat” who abandons the ones who care about him, even if he doesn’t want to reciprocate their affection. He fears change and remains in situations that may seem damaging to him for the sake of preserving his social image, and, though extroverted, Sparrowfall will almost never open up on personal struggle - along with his kind demeanor, strength is one that he has to uphold as well. He tends to get overwhelmed and bothered about the smaller things, though he has never once opened up for fear of being regarded as not strong enough for his position in the Clan. The issue with this comes when one realizes that everyone has a breaking point - even him. _@rosefall Medicine Cat
Her fur is short, with white running up stomach to just below her muzzle and on her paws. The rest of her pelt color is a grayish brown with darker tabby markings on it. She is small in stature, not reaching much higher than the average six moon old apprentice. Her frame is also slim, making her look small and unassuming to most of her fellow clanmates. Though they tend to know better, when she gets really heated about something she is prone to outbursts, lashing out at any cat who dares to be near. She tries to remain neutral but it seems all the moons of her voice being squashed by her former mentor finally caught up to her. When she isn't getting angry, she's rather calm and collected, spending most of her time on her work. She tries to not speak to many, just those she finds necessary for her day to day clan life to go smoothly. She had started out as a warrior apprentice but over time she found the draw of the medicine cat den to become more overbearing. After only a moon of training, she took her paws onto a different path.
Apprentice
Cherrypaw is a small she-cat, with a dilute coat. Her base color is a soft smokey gray, and where many tortoiseshells would have bright ginger patches, hers are instead a soft rosey-orange, giving her her name. She has soft green eyes, which are good for soothing her patients. Her tail is bobbed - as a kit, a predator broke into camp and attacked the nursery. Cherrpaw, then Cherrykit, lost her tail in the attack, as well as the tip of her left ear. Cherrypaw is a soft-hearted cat, but she is fierce when it comes to protecting her patients and her loved ones. While she might not be a warrior, Cherrypaw is far from defenseless when it comes to battle. She is a quick cat, and agile - which makes her hard to hit and harder to aboid.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 15:38:19 GMT -5
Warriors
Bumblebriar is a large tom, with long, messy fur and massive paws that are good at swiping at opponents. He is a ginger tabby like his sister, Honeyblossom, but his fur is darker in color and he has fewer white points than she does. His eyes are a vivid yellow-green, like leaves in the summer. A single scar runs across his right flank, from a run-in with a predator during a hunting expidition. Bumblebriar is, like his sister, a very sweet cat. Many would call him effeminate, due to his caring nature and kind heart. He's very paternal, often playing with the kits or helping younger apprentices whilst their mentors are busy elsewhere. Bumblebriar might be built like an oak tree, but he's not much of a fighter, if it can be helped. He understands how much damage a cat of his size can do, and prefers to avoid doing so. Duskshade is a primarily gray she-cat with white splotches daintily speckled across her fur. With a silvery hue in direct sunlight, and pale, watery green eyes - topped off with a smaller than average frame - the she-cat seems far from threatening. Though, in truth, she isn’t the most balanced and it could be said that her mentor failed her in the realm of hunting, the molly is a gifted fighter. She is certainly short tempered, and though she succeeds in holding her tongue from sparking remarks that are too harsh, she remains a very sarcastic she-cat. Duskshade holds grudges easily, and will go moons refusing to speak to a cat if she feels they’ve done her or someone she loves wrong. Despite it all, though, the molly has strong maternal instincts and often finds herself visiting the nursery; genuinely, the sentiment applies to anyone younger than the she-cat - however tough she may be on apprentices, she wants nothing more than to see them succeed. His yellowish eyes widen at the tiniest creaks. His solid chocolate brown fur threatens to leave his form. His movements are erratic and flighty. Yes, this odd skinny and long-legged tom is known as Hazelleap. It is a miracle he ever graduated to become a warrior but there was one teaching from his mentor that is ingrained in him. “Life is hard out here kit. One misstep and its death.” The continuous stress of being a lookout for himself and the group can be hard but he accredits his caution for the reason he is alive. However, this same trait is his downfall. The tom is one that overthinks to the point of hesitation, which includes social situations.While he welcomes and prefers others’ decision, he can become critical if he deems it too reckless. But he is the most harshest and critical with himself. He does become frustrated himself about his actions. He wants to do his best but his role does not mixed with his beliefs. He would rather flee or surrender in a battle than to risk his life. He wishes he could have gone the path of a medicine cat. He tries to tell himself its too late for that but it still lingers. Is it foolish to dream? Perhaps, but hopes and dreams have allow him to find comfort in one source. One that he could trust his life with and that is his ancestors, Starclan. Although recent events have caused his shimmering ray of hope to fall silence and it makes him worried. He needs them and is desperate to seek their presence once more. Despite Hazelleap’s cowardice, he does love his clan and feels like each member is his kin. He does his best to bring them happiness whether that is bringing a queen a mouse, listening to a lonely elder’s stories, or comforting a dear friend. When he is not being paranoid, his observant nature can aid him in memorization and knowledge. He is quite the intelligent cat when he allows himself to be. Honeyblossom is a lean, short-furred she-cat with long legs and sleek fur. Her base coat is a pale ginger, with white points on her paws, chin, and tail tip. Darker ginger tabby markings strike out from her spine over her shoulders, sides, and flank, as well as down her tail and up over her forehead. Her ear tips are the same dark ginger color. She has bright blue-green eyes, and her nose and paw pads are a pale pink color. Honeyblossom is every bit as sweet as her name would make her sound. She's caring and kindhearted, never with a mean thing to say. Her soft heart makes her naive and gullible, and she forgives too easily. As protective and motherly a cat as she is, Honeyblossom hates conflict. Many cats think she wasn't meant to be a warrior because she prefers not to fight, but she is not to be underestimated on the battlefield. _@khaleesi A rather handsome young tom, you'd never guess how bedraggled this young warrior was as a kit, his fur a consistently an impossibly tangled mess that the warrior is thankful to have grown out of... mostly. The tom still has a very dense coat of ruddy brown fur, with occasional paler brown high-lights and thick, dark tabby striping along his flank. His eyes are a pale amber shade and the tom's ears are tattered from his frequent antics. though physically unassuming, Hickorybreeze is strong and athletic warrior without being bulky. Confident and out-going, Hickorybreeze is a brave young cat, although depending on who you ask, some prefer the term "down-right idiot". He often crosses the line into cocky and reckless, his courage often bordering imprudence. He has always been eager to learn and quick to show off (his suffix, "-breeze" was earned for his ease in taking on new skills), although it's not always for the right reasons. He'll do anything on a dare or to protect his reputation as "coolest guy around" and he's more keen on blazing his own trail than following orders. This arrogant streak causes him to butt heads with authority figures at times or get himself into unnecessary danger, but the tom has a big heart and cares for his clanmates deeply. He's incredibly loyal and makes a dedicated friend, always there to have your back or stand up for you, even if he knows you're in the wrong, and ever rooting for the underdog. Larchfire is a a muscular vibrantly coloured calico she-cat with a white underbelly, chest, and muzzle. She has light green eyes and one fully white leg. A survivalist first, and a warrior second. Larchfire is a realist to her core, understanding certain injustices need to be accepted in order to keep one's life and livelihood. A passionate friend, she believes she will always be stronger in a group than as an independent spirit. She is charismatic enough to hold strong relationships with many, built on trust and proven honesty. She has a distaste for laziness, and though she will help a weaker cat with potential, she will never tolerate relationships with those who have no drive. Her life's philosophy relies upon necessary evils, and this will lead her to act callously or, in some opinions, cruelly if she perceives a greater good is possible.
Stealthfire He is a large tom with mainly black fur that has streaks of orange throughout it. He also has white around his muzzle and paws. Lochsight is as odd as his fur color, his opinion on certain things always flip flopping back and forth. He tries to please everyone by morphing his personality around who he is surrounded by, his thoughts follow the same pattern. He isn't manipulative by choice, he doesn't know any better and just desires to be everyone's friend. Many could describe him as a gentle giant, careful to not step on any paws and certainly great with kits. Besides all that, he isn't the best hunter for the clan, tending to be too loud with his pawsteps and scaring off most of the prey. Same goes with fighting, he struggles with developing a mean streak. He can't even bring himself to harm outside cats when they're trespassing, instead trying to intimidate them into just running away. Sleekly built and athletic in musculature, Mallardfeather is a picture of grace, appearing almost liquid in her movements. The she-cat has a short, shiny chestnut coat patterned by dark brown rosetted tabby spots and highlighted by streaks of orange and white throughout. Mallardfeather's coat in reminiscent of a Bengal's and she likely carries some of those genetics from a far-off ancestor. Her eyes are a pale, mossy green in color.Put simply, Mallardfeather is a cat who not only knows what she wants, but also how to get it. She's a vain she-cat by nature, having been recognized for her beauty from a young age. Mallardfeather learned to use this to her advantage as she got older, refining herself into the warrior she is today. Mallardfeather oozes charisma in a manufactured way that comes off as natural. She's sociable with her clanmates and a charming conversationalist, turning that dial up to seduction and flirtatiousness where she deems it necessary or finds it fun. Her socialite persona, however, is largely a facade. Mallardfeather actually enjoys her own company above others and finds the day-to-day within the clan trivial and boring. She believes herself to better than most-if not all-of her clanmates and doesn't care for most of them very deeply. The silver-tongued persona she wears is her attempt to keep those around her "under her paw" so to speak-she can be incredibly manipulative and is the type to use others for her own personal gains. Oddeye is a dark brown tabby tom with a white chest, chin, underbelly and legs. He has handsome features, but is troubled by his namesake, which never lets him escape his crooked leaf green eyes. He is nearly sightless in his right eye, and must rely upon his slowly fading left gaze. A relatively younger warrior, Oddeye was understandably delayed in his training to make up for the extra practice he needed with each new skill. He denied offers from many clanmates to become a medicine cat as an apprentice, as he feels no calling toward the role. Oddeye is charming and friendly, and works immensely hard to dedicate himself to his clan. Oddeye can become possessive over his friends and romantic interests, desperate to hold onto the most valuable things that he has in life. He knows that in due time, his left eye will fail him as well, and he will be forced to retire to the elders den. This inevitable fate quietly terrifies him, and he would sooner recklessly throw himself to an early death than sit unoccupied blindly for moons. Only one thing stops him- his obsessive desire to receive a new name before his passing.
Apprentices
Briarpaw is a patched tabby she-cat with large, owl like eyes. Often full of wonder and curiosity, the she-cat’s eyes are the soft, subtle hues of new-leaf. To be blunt, Briarpaw is naive. She’s very kind and fragile, though tries to play the role of a molly who doesn’t care about anyone else’s opinions. She’s too trusting and will latch onto others for a sense of security, though her friendships don’t often last, and in all honesty - she’s quick to get insecure and try to “blend into the crowd”. She has a fear of standing out in a way where others won’t really like her, which clashes with the persona she tries so hard to play. Even as a senior apprentice, Crowpaw remains scrawny and under-muscled. The lack of power in his build has always been something of concern for the tom, worrying that it will impact his ability to preform as a warrior since he's not the most intimidating enemy you could fight. He has a coat of long-fur, entirely black (including his nose and paw-pads) with some faint, dark brown undertones and bright, wide yellow eyes. To put Crowpaw simply, he is a follower. In his youth, he is incredibly insecure, not yet having "grown into himself". He is quite shy and nervous with a tendency to seek out bigger and braver friends to hide behind in order to give himself more confidence. If you catch him on his own, he can he a quiet, stammering mess, but with the right friends, he exudes false confidence. The tom has never had the easiest time thinking for himself or making his own decisions and would much rather adopt the ideologies of those around him, making him easy to manipulate. He'd do anything to be accepted, especially into a group in which he feels could either protect him or raise his status, and can easily be persuaded to do things for them to remain included. On a whole, the tom just wants to feel accepted, however he doesn't have the best judgement as far as who he should strive to be accepted by.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 15:43:53 GMT -5
Queens
Dustberry is a tiny mite of a grey tabby she-cat with dark ochre eyes and a noticeable pink nose. A nosey she-cat, Dustberry makes up for her quieter queen life by involving herself in everyone's business. Sometimes this manifests as overbearing and motherly, but mostly she just wants the latest drama. She adores gossip almost as much as kits, almost exclusively gossip that doesn't include her own reputation. She is open-minded and accepting, with boundless love for all kits. However, she is not the most talented queen, often suffering frequent forgetfulness and a poor ability to keep track of her own litter. Her decision to live as a queen comes less out of a talent for managing little ones, and more from an excuse to avoid physical work. Dustberry, unwilling to work harder to compensate for her little stature, has always eschewed warrior tasks, and finds that the containment and raising of kits inside the camp bounds suits her far better. Dainty is probably the first word that comes to mind when considering this young shecat, she is small but elegant, and her shy nature doesn't exactly give her an intimidating demeanour that most of her clan might go for. Short legged and skinny, her coat is sleek but silky giving her the impression of a quite tiny shecat compared to a lot of cats, but she carries an elegance and cautiousness. Despite her size she is a talented huntress. She is marked primarily with a midnight black coat, but is spotted with calico colours of orange particularly at the chest and hindquarters, with eyes of soft silver grey. Fawnskip is a very sweet young shecat, though very shy and quite nervous around those she doesn't know, to the point where some would wonder how in the name of the stars she was able to talk with someone long enough to decide to become mates. But she has a heart of gold, and will do anything in her power to keep the ones she loves safe. Kits
Hawkkit departs from his mother's small size, and is already the stature of an apprentice in his kithood body. He is a dark tabby tom with round amber eyes, and wide, stout shoulders. Hawkkit takes advantage of Dustberry's inability to keep an eagle's eye on her brook, often wandering anywhere and everywhere a kit shouldn't be. He yearns strongly for the warrior life, fiercely pouncing on all tails that venture too close to his range. Mighty battles are all he dreams of, frequently roaming through camp picking on "foes" twice his size. He only respects cats of the highest clan reverence, and has a knack for being a bit of a bully. This attitude has stuck with him so far in life, but he may well grow into a fine young tom when he gets a taste of a real warrior's life.
Stealthfire Although small in size like her mother and sister, Eaglekit has spirit. The she-cat has a fluffy, full coat of dark brown tabby fur with a collection of white splashes, including along her chest, underbelly, muzzle, and paws. Her eyes are a very pale green and she had two large tufts of white fur that emerge from either one of her ears. The little kit matches her littermates in their competitiveness, although she views it as more of a game, with the "it doesn't matter if you win or lose, as long as your having fun!". She exudes bright energy and optimism and can actually only see the bright side in her youth. Eaglekit is still too young to comprehend that there are bad things and bad cats, so she doesn't have much of a concept of "real-life" inside of her innocent bubble. Although not entirely understanding the extent of warrior life, it's something she yearns for alongside her siblings, finding the adventure enticing. She's curious by nature and has a habit of sticking her nose places it doesn't belong and little to no concept of boundaries. With her inquisitive attitude, she picks up on gossip that she readily shares with Owlkit, without necessarily understanding that it can be an insensitive thing to do. Along with her sister, she mostly does it to see their mother's dramatic reactions. Owlkit is, like her mother, short in size. She can appear dainty and fragile with that silky, long-haired gray and white fur of hers. One that would seem best suited to a similar path like her mother, a loving and protective queen. However, faded green eyes burn with a desire to prove herself as a warrior. She wants to show that she is strong and that her size can do her favors. Her brother is both a constant source of support and competition to her. Her competitive streak can make her tease and be rather determined to beat him and anyone else in their antics. These flames can burn even brighter whenever someone or her brother triggers a bit of a nerve. However, she still cares and supports her brother, and in turn, she can learn some valuable lessons from him just as she can from others. Ultimately, she hopes both of them become strong warriors together. Because of her desires and somewhat her youth, Owlkit is a “act first, ask questions later” kind of cat. Her decision-making is often quick and hasty failing to consider the consequences. This can also include her words as her bold and direct approach can have mixed results. Sometimes, it can play in her favor, but other times, she can cause more chaos with herself and even others because of it. She, at the moment, hates taking responsibility especially when she feels guilty. It is easier for her to make excuses, lies, or even blame someone else to avoid that, which in turn, can cause more trouble for her. It doesn’t help that her temperament can make her quite stubborn and feisty before she admits defeat. As a magnet for drama, it is no surprise that she is attracted to it like a moth to a flame. Even her tones and movements can reflect that of a dramatic cat at times. She loves gossip and will often involve herself in others’ business. Sometimes, it is because she wants to help and likes to invest in a cat’s time more than most would like. The main time she hates drama is when it involves her or even sometimes, a loved one. She is quick to transfer this information to her mother, Dustberry. She loves to see or hear her reactions about the situation. But just as she is quick to transfer the information to her mother, she can return whatever her mother said to others if she fails to be mindful about it. Despite everything, she loves her clan and familly. She wants to do all she can to protect and show her loyalty. She hopes to make them and her family proud. Elders
Oatfur's physique is on the smaller side for a tom, although his plumpness makes him appear twice his size, as well as his coat. He has a load of thick fur of a golden-ginger hue, although he's gone rather light in his age, appearing more cream now. He is patterned with darker ginger tabby markings. He has the typical smushed in face and warm amber eyes with brown rings along the edges.The tom was never a looker, but is now heavily marked by age. Oatfur's personality seems to be a unique mix of overprotective mother and disapproving grandfather. He's almost painfully maternal, fussing after all of his clanmates like they're kits. He'll tend obsessively to the smallest of injuries, always make sure that those around him have had enough to eat, are warm enough, perfectly comfortable, etc, etc. Oatfur is a homebody who wouldn't be caught doing anything that could even be vaguely described as "risky" or "dangerous". In fact, he's always the one advising against such behaviors, although he's rarely listened to. He prefers the safety of home, with all four paws flat on the ground, thank you very much. Despite being so maternal, he doesn't really have much of a bedside manner--he'll likely be caught fussing over his clanmates while pestering them with insults. Yet in his age, the tom's cognitive functioning has taken a drastic turn for the worst. The old medicine cat got so bad that he was forced to retire from his old position to be replaced by his apprentice, Littleglow, against his will. He is more or less deaf, depending on the day, and much crueler than he was in his prime. The tom is now hyper-critical, sarcastic, and impossible to please, as well as still bitter about having to retire, and he'll take it out on any apprentice unfortunate enough to have to care for him, the maternal care he once had for his clanmates as a medicine cat gone.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 16:30:24 GMT -5
Relationships Mentors. Oddeye mentors Crowpaw. Lochsight mentors Briarpaw.
Familial Ties. Dustberry is the mother of Eaglekit, Hawkkit and Owlkit.
Mates. Sparrowfall and Fawnskip are mates.
Plotlines The stars have abandoned SladeClan. For moons their messages have been sporadic, and even when we have managed to contact them, only a few words have been exchanged before silence descends again. And to say the least, the clan are beginning to panic. At first Shadowstar and the medicine Cat tried to keep it under wraps, but eventually it was inevitable that it came out, leaving the clan feeling betrayed that the secret was kept from them. But the medicine cat promises they will be able to rekindle the relationship with StarClan. But when tragedy after tragedy hits the clan, it becomes all the more apparent that the stars aren't coming back. Until one day, in the middle of the clan recieves a dream. But it is not from the ancestors, but from some force far darker that the clan have never contacted before. Informing us that our ancestors have been killed, and they instead leave us with an ultimatum. Join them, or meet a similar fate.
Key Roles. The Tragic. Shadowstar - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . Killed, the final tragedy revealing his nine lives are gone the night the message comes. The Successor. The current deputy, becomes leader following Shadowstar's death and leads the clan through the difficulties. rose The Damned. Leader of the dark forces in the Clan, currently in secret but slowly recruiting other cats within the clan. Larchfire - Stealthfire The Ancient. Leader of the dark forest cats who is among their allegiances currently.
Important Roles. The Lost. The tragedies prior to Shadowstar's lost, not cemented but maybe the death of a pregnant queen, loss of a kit, etc. x2 available. The Recruits. Cats who ally with the dark forces, be it after the delivery of the message, or they were recruited beforehand by the damned. Infinite available. The Allied. Cats who remain on the side of the light still within the clan, currently infinite available might be later restrained. The Abandoned. Cats who leave the clan when they believe the stars have abandoned them, perhaps for a later plot point. Infinite available. The Exiled. Cats forced from the clan once the dark forest take over, infinite available. The Reborn. A potential prophecy plot point, in which key past cats of starclan are born into a litter, a last resort from starclan. Let me know if you think this could be fun/you have other ideas. x2 available. - ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » - ☾ѕησσzє☽
Joining Form 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . Shadowstar and Fawnskip. Stealthfire . Larchfire, Oddeye, Dustberry and Hawkkit. ☾ѕησσzє☽ . Littleglow and Lochlight. Jingle . Hazelleap and Owlkit. 𝑓𝑜𝑥 . Hickorybreeze, Mallardfeather, Crowpaw, Eaglekit, Oatfur. rose. Sparrowfall, Duskshade and Briarpaw.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 16:31:16 GMT -5
SladeClan is open! Feel free to join
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Post by rose on Apr 10, 2020 16:40:26 GMT -5
*strolls in* i'll be joining shortly ;-)
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Post by rose on Apr 10, 2020 16:44:28 GMT -5
Could I claim the successor?
you know how I am with characters, but they'll be done soon I promise don't have anything better to do
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 16:48:08 GMT -5
Yes of course that would be fine
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 10, 2020 16:49:27 GMT -5
[Ohhhh man could I claim the damned and/or med cat? Lemme know if only one is allowed:) ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 10, 2020 16:53:23 GMT -5
For now I’d prefer you took only one please Stealth, sorry
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 10, 2020 16:59:17 GMT -5
[For sure! I'll do the Damned then if I may]
Oddeye. Oddeye is a dark brown tabby tom with a white chest, chin, underbelly and legs. He has handsome features, but is troubled by his namesake, which never lets him escape his crooked leaf green eyes. He is nearly sightless in his right eye, and must rely upon his slowly fading left gaze. A relatively younger warrior, Oddeye was understandably delayed in his training to make up for the extra practice he needed with each new skill. He denied offers from many clanmates to become a medicine cat as an apprentice, as he feels no calling toward the role. Oddeye is charming and friendly, and works immensely hard to dedicate himself to his clan. Oddeye can become possessive over his friends and romantic interests, desperate to hold onto the most valuable things that he has in life. He knows that in due time, his left eye will fail him as well, and he will be forced to retire to the elders den. This inevitable fate quietly terrifies him, and he would sooner recklessly throw himself to an early death than sit unoccupied blindly for moons. Only one thing stops him- his obsessive desire to receive a new name before his passing. Stealthfire Rank. Warrior Relationships. Open to all relationships Anything Else. An Unlit Path
Larchfire. Larchfire is a a muscular vibrantly coloured calico she-cat with a white underbelly, chest, and muzzle. She has light green eyes and one fully white leg. A survivalist first, and a warrior second. Larchfire is a realist to her core, understanding certain injustices need to be accepted in order to keep one's life and livelihood. A passionate friend, she believes she will always be stronger in a group than as an independent spirit. She is charismatic enough to hold strong relationships with many, built on trust and proven honesty. She has a distaste for laziness, and though she will help a weaker cat with potential, she will never tolerate relationships with those who have no drive. Her life's philosophy relies upon necessary evils, and this will lead her to act callously or, in some opinions, cruelly if she perceives a greater good is possible. Stealthfire Rank. Warrior/The Damned Relationships. Open to all relationships Anything Else. An Unlit Path
Dustberry. Dustberry is a tiny mite of a grey tabby she-cat with dark ochre eyes and a noticeable pink nose. A nosey she-cat, Dustberry makes up for her quieter queen life by involving herself in everyone's business. Sometimes this manifests as overbearing and motherly, but mostly she just wants the latest drama. She adores gossip almost as much as kits, almost exclusively gossip that doesn't include her own reputation. She is open-minded and accepting, with boundless love for all kits. However, she is not the most talented queen, often suffering frequent forgetfulness and a poor ability to keep track of her own litter. Her decision to live as a queen comes less out of a talent for managing little ones, and more from an excuse to avoid physical work. Dustberry, unwilling to work harder to compensate for her little stature, has always eschewed warrior tasks, and finds that the containment and raising of kits inside the camp bounds suits her far better. Stealthfire Rank. Queen Relationships. Open to all relationships, Mother of Hawkkit Anything Else. An Unlit Path
Hawkkit. Hawkkit departs from his mother's small size, and is already the stature of an apprentice in his kithood body. He is a dark tabby tom with round amber eyes, and wide, stout shoulders. Hawkkit takes advantage of Dustberry's inability to keep an eagle's eye on her brook, often wandering anywhere and everywhere a kit shouldn't be. He yearns strongly for the warrior life, fiercely pouncing on all tails that venture too close to his range. Mighty battles are all he dreams of, frequently roaming through camp picking on "foes" twice his size. He only respects cats of the highest clan reverence, and has a knack for being a bit of a bully. This attitude has stuck with him so far in life, but he may well grow into a fine young tom when he gets a taste of a real warrior's life. Stealthfire Rank. Kit Relationships. Open to all relationships, Son of Dustberry Anything Else. An Unlit Path
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 10, 2020 21:23:09 GMT -5
[Finito! Let me know if there's anything that needs altering!]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 5:33:19 GMT -5
Everything looks brilliant to me! Larchfire and Fawnskip could be sisters if you’d like!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 9:37:27 GMT -5
Sorry it took so long I was having some technical difficulties, but all your characters are added stealth and you are welcome to roleplay. I have some bits and bobs to do today, but I'll have some starters up before tonight [/sub
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 10:46:02 GMT -5
As morning broke, Shadowstar returned to camp. The scents of long grass and morning dew clinging to his thick coat. Clamped in his jaws was a juvinile rabbit, fattened on the rewards of early newleaf. It hadn't stood much chance against the seasoned hunter, and Shadowstar was content in the knowledge that his efforts would do a lot to keep his clan fed for the day. He had roused before sunrise, as was an infuriating habit to anyone who knew him. To find much to his dismay the freshkill pile's offerings were rather pitiful, and thus had set out to fix this issue. Returning triumphant, he discarded his catch on the pile, making its offerings look at least a little cheerier than it had done on his departure. Camp still remained peaceful, only a handful of cats had risen with the sun, but they trudged about the Thunder Caverns with about as much life as the rabbit he had deposited. He didn't blame them, not everyone was a morning cat, though that trait was more self imposed than the leader cared to admit. Shadowstar was still new in his rank, and he was yet to shake the feeling that he had something to prove to the clan he now lead. Briefly he considered returning to his nest, trying to snatch a few moments worth of sleep back before the clan rose again and life continued as normal. But he shrugged the idea off almost as soon as it stemmed, knowing it would be fruitless and as soon as sleep overwhelmed him it would be time to wake once more. Instead the young leader pulled away from the fresh kill pile, scoured the camp with a careful look, and found himself a comfortable spot to nestle himself. A vantage point from which he could see the caverns spark to life once more, and spend his time tidying his wind worn coat. The calico queen sat restless in her nest. With every oncoming day it seemed she grew rounder, the sign of kits within due to be evicted any day now, but no matter how the medicine cat promised it would be soon, the simple matter of fact was that any time except the day before was far too long for the worrisome young shecat. She had risen a few hours before, as she often did a litter of rambunctious newborns made sleep a distant memory, and she was all too aware the prospects wouldn't become much better once they were delivered. She had departed to steal something to drink, never aware of just how horrible the camp's drinking water was until it was all she was permitted to drink, and thus she had out of the clan's home and towards the cascades, stealing a few moments to herself outside of the confines of camp. Fawnskip was only grateful she hadn't been caught red handed, though was no all too aware of every scent that stuck to the blacks and golds of her coat. Trying her best to look unassuming, Fawnskip settled in the shadows of the den grooming herself calmly. An ear would twitch in the direction of her denmates every so often, but it seemed her crimes would go unpunished. The calico tried to convince herself of such, but no matter how she tried she was increasingly certain she would be scolded. Even kits were permitted more freedom than me! She considered with a flick of her tail. Annoyances she wouldn't have said aloud even if the very stars demanded it of her.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 15:13:25 GMT -5
Bump?
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Apr 11, 2020 16:34:16 GMT -5
kale’s character save - - prefixes: shiver, honey, bumble, cherry, holly, sorrel roles: 2 kits, 2 warrior, 1 med. cat apprentice, 1 apprentice
This is a big fat WIP An Unlit Path - -
Shiverkit. Reference Shiverkit is a sleek-furred pale gray tabby tom with white points on his paws, chest, chin, and underbelly. Darker gray tabby markings crisscross over his body, and his right ear tip is covered in the same dark gray. His eyes are a very pale gray, which looks stormy when he's angry. Shiverkit is very small and sickly at birth, with a constant tremble. Most of his clan didn't think he'd made it past the first night. During his apprenticeship, though, he really grows into himself. He becomes one of the largest cats in the clan, built like a wall and strong as an oak tree. Shiverkit is a very neurotic an insecure cat. Once he makes it to apprenticeship and shows potential, all these expectations are placed on him. He personalizes them and becomes insanely unsure of himself, but he hides it behind reckless bravery and arrogance. Those who get close enough to him know to look past that, but very few make it that far. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » Kit / The Reborn Unknown - will be added once more of The Reborn are chosen demiromantic demisexual / warrior name Shiverstone
Honeyblossom. Reference Honeyblossom is a lean, short-furred she-cat with long legs and sleek fur. Her base coat is a pale ginger, with white points on her paws, chin, and tail tip. Darker ginger tabby markings strike out from her spine over her shoulders, sides, and flank, as well as down her tail and up over her forehead. Her ear tips are the same dark ginger color. She has bright blue-green eyes, and her nose and paw pads are a pale pink color. Honeyblossom is every bit as sweet as her name would make her sound. She's caring and kindhearted, never with a mean thing to say. Her soft heart makes her naive and gullible, and she forgives too easily. As protective and motherly a cat as she is, Honeyblossom hates conflict. Many cats think she wasn't meant to be a warrior because she prefers not to fight, but she is not to be underestimated on the battlefield. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » Warrior / The Allied Sister of Bumblebriar - open to littermates and parents / open to crush or mate homoromantic homosexual
Bumblebriar. Reference Bumblebriar is a large tom, with long, messy fur and massive paws that are good at swiping at opponents. He is a ginger tabby like his sister, Honeyblossom, but his fur is darker in color and he has fewer white points than she does. His eyes are a vivid yellow-green, like leaves in the summer. A single scar runs across his right flank, from a run-in with a predator during a hunting expidition. Bumblebriar is, like his sister, a very sweet cat. Many would call him effeminate, due to his caring nature and kind heart. He's very paternal, often playing with the kits or helping younger apprentices whilst their mentors are busy elsewhere. Bumblebriar might be built like an oak tree, but he's not much of a fighter, if it can be helped. He understands how much damage a cat of his size can do, and prefers to avoid doing so. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » Warrior / The Exiled Brother of Honeyblossom - open to littermates and parents / open to a crush or mate biromantic bisexual
Cherrypaw. Reference Cherrypaw is a small she-cat, with a dilute coat. Her base color is a soft smokey gray, and where many tortoiseshells would have bright ginger patches, hers are instead a soft rosey-orange, giving her her name. She has soft green eyes, which are good for soothing her patients. Her tail is bobbed - as a kit, a predator broke into camp and attacked the nursery. Cherrpaw, then Cherrykit, lost her tail in the attack, as well as the tip of her left ear. Cherrypaw is a soft-hearted cat, but she is fierce when it comes to protecting her patients and her loved ones. While she might not be a warrior, Cherrypaw is far from defenseless when it comes to battle. She is a quick cat, and agile - which makes her hard to hit and harder to aboid. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » Medicine Cat Apprentice / The Allied open to all family / open to many friends / open to a secret, forbidden crush homoromantic homosexual / medicine cat name Cherrydapple
Hollypaw. Reference Kindly write your character's description here, try to make it at least 6 lines long, and include their appearance and personality, and where relevant their history. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » Apprentice / The Recuits open to all family / open to a best friend and a possible rival aromantic asexual / warrior name Hollystorm Sorrelkit. Reference Kindly write your character's description here, try to make it at least 6 lines long, and include their appearance and personality, and where relevant their history. ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » Kit / N/A daughter of Fawnskip, sister of Mothkit / open to all friendly relationships biromantic bisexual / warrior name Sorrelmask
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 16:35:28 GMT -5
No worries Kale! Have a lovely day at work
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 11, 2020 17:48:51 GMT -5
[Sorry for poofing for awhile today, I'll get a response up soon, and Fawn/Larch is great with me! I just noticed Oddeye is down as the Damned as well and it's actually Larch, sorry!]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 17:51:22 GMT -5
I'm an idiot who shall fix that pronto XD
what did you think about Larch and Fawn potentially being sisters btw?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 19:04:46 GMT -5
It took me longer than I care to admit to figure out who you were from the screenname, RD, how are you? Of course not, why would you claim that role XD
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 11, 2020 19:05:55 GMT -5
[Sisters works perfect for me, they'll be interesting together! I haven't had time to do up my coding yet so we're going with my retro style for nowxD Let me know if you'd want me to throw Oddeye at Fawnskip, or if you wanted to keep one open for anyone else that joins in:) ]
Hawkkit / Shadowstar 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ : SladeClan Camp
As soon as he'd seen Fawnskip leave the den early that morning, Hawkkit scrabbled out from underneath his mother's warmth and pattered out of the nursery. He wasn't afraid of the soft-spoken she-cat, she wasn't stern since she'd moved into the nursery to his relief. Even so, the potential of her questioning his whereabouts was too much hassle for Hawkkit to care to deal with: he had much to do. Dustberry would snore soundly well into late morning, that was a fact. The burly little tom felt absolutely no remorse for his frequent escapades. If Dustberry was a better warrior, she wouldn't lose him so often, clearly it was his mother's own fault. He confidently slunk through the cavernous shadows that camp supplied, his dark tabby stripes blending with the dim ripples of early morning darkness.
Hawkkit was very disciplined, if only for his own goals. He needed plenty of practice to become leader one day, the best warriors showed signs of greatness their whole lives from what the stories told. He had graduated from pouncing on queen's and elder's backs, and now selected his opponents only from cats he saw with distinction as worthy. His small paws moved him silently, unseen. Skirting the edges of camp, he finally found his favourite target. Shadowstar was settled, observing the rest of camp's activities. The perfect set up for the perfect ambush, he thought merrily, and squatted into a make-shift hunter's crawl. Aiming mercilessly, Hawkkit charged forward and leapt for the leader's tail, a fearsome yowl accompanying his strike.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 19:09:37 GMT -5
Brilliant, I’ll get on with replying also if anyone’s interested in taking one of fawn’s kits or being her mate let me know. And yes MC is free
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Apr 11, 2020 19:10:16 GMT -5
if the reborn is a thing i’d like to toss in a claim for one o.o
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 11, 2020 19:11:39 GMT -5
I wanted to see if a) people were interested and letterb) if people thought it was a good idea or preferred to do something else. But you’d of course be welcome to them.
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