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Post by Brownie on Aug 6, 2020 2:11:32 GMT -5
W E L C O M E ------------------
Hello there! I'm Brownie and this where I can find a few more roleplay partners. Nothing here is too complicated, I like to keep my plot starters simple to give room for characters to really shine and grow. There should be a good deal of plots to choose from at any given time, and if you'd like to roleplay any of these as not-cats, most should be easy to adapt to another setting. So come on in, get comfortable, claim some plots~ ------------------ I N F O ------------------
- I - We don't have very many rules here. Just follow forum rules and everything's cool. - II - I'm open to roleplaying either party in all plots, so choose the one you'd like to play. I always have ideas for both when I put up the plots. Take whichever role you feel most comfortable with. - III - Literacy. I ask for more than one liners and spellcheck. Other than that, I'll mirror what you post as a baseline. I'm okay with doing lots of small one paragraphs, and equally okay with 1k multi-line/character posts. This shouldn't be a place to feel pressured for lengthy content if you don't want to. - IV - Activity. I'm here every night and most mornings. As long as you don't disappear without warning, all's good. I would appreciate 2-3 replies a week or more. Remember, there's no real pressure for lengthy content, I just want things to move on at a good pace. A paragraph every few days isn't much commitment to ask for. - V - Godmodding. Just don't do it. Godmodding and sues are my two biggest pet peeves and its easy enough to avoid. Bring your character to life, give them flaws and strengths. - VI - Also, please, please, give your characters a reason for being in the plot. After many dungeons and dragons campaigns, you always have that one edgy character who doesn't even want to be there and complains the whole time with no reason to be with the party. Don't be that guy. Give them some motivation to interact with the world. ------------------
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Post by Brownie on Aug 6, 2020 2:12:56 GMT -5
T H E F I R E ------------------
A warrior of CloudClan is taking a late night walk to quell their restlessness when a brush fire catches near camp. They smell the smoke and race back towards the flames, only to find no one survived. They are about to lose hope when they find an apprentice in the ashes. Together, they travel to the Ocean, where rumor has it there is a way to turn back time. The two must learn to work together to survive the dangerous and long journey in order to turn back time and save their beloved Clan. (open for duplication) The warrior: Brownie The apprentice: Frostrose ------------------ T H E C H A S E ------------------
Muse A is a Thief. There is nothing they can't get their paws on. Muse B is an Assassin. They have never missed a kill. Both being legendary in the city's underground, they both know of each other, but never liked the idea of the other. The Thief believes the Assassin too barbaric, the Assassin thinks the Thief is too scared to get their paws dirty. The Thief and the Assassin are hired to be at the same place, the same day, only to discover it was a trap to kill them both. They have to work together to escape and figure out who wants them dead so badly. Chaos ensues. (can be easily adapted to any setting/humanized) The Thief: Rose The Assassin: Brownie ------------------ T H E S I C K N E S S ------------------
Muse A just wants to find a friend. A kittypet who just moved, their life has been turned upside down. Every other housecat they tried to talk to has been anything but friendly, and the town houses a group of alley cats with a violent history. A plague in the nearby Clan brings Muse B, a medicine cat, to their doorstep, begging for aid. The unlikely alliance leads to many conflicts, both in the Clan and the town. The kittypet: The medicine cat: ------------------ T H E D R E A M E R S ------------------
Muse A is a wanderer and has always had vivid dreams. But none were so weird as a recurring dream following a mysterious cat. It was a shock, then when in one of their dreams, they finally meet Muse B, another dream-walker. The two meet up in dreams for a while before deciding to set off and find each other in the waking world. (can be a romance or friendship, either is fine) Muse A: Brownie Muse B: Sapphire T H E H U N T ------------------
Both Muse A and Muse B have been on the run for as long as they can remember. They are being chased by an unknown group of cats with red feathers tucked in their fur, who always seem to catch up no matter how far they run. They have never had a home, never can stay in one location for longer than a few days before they start seeing the red feathers again: outside their temporary dens, caught in a fence they crossed the night before, floating in a puddle the day after a rain. They don't know why they are being chased, only that if they're caught... they're dead. (Open for duplication) Muse A: Muse B: ------------------
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Post by Brownie on Aug 6, 2020 2:13:29 GMT -5
one save just in case I want to put refs or something here
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Post by Brownie on Aug 6, 2020 2:13:45 GMT -5
OPEN
plots coming soon
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Post by rose on Aug 6, 2020 22:45:45 GMT -5
hi again brownie!
i’ve kind of lost my muse for RPing cats at the moment, but i’d 100% be up for a humanized version of “the chase”!
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Post by Brownie on Aug 6, 2020 23:20:14 GMT -5
Hey! I'd totally be down for that!! There's so much more potential for a humanized version of that one, i agree. Whatcha thinking of taking, the thief or the assassin?
Also, that plot works in lots of settings. I'm down for most anything, but I've really been itching to do a sci-fi lately if that's something you'd like to try ]]
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Post by rose on Aug 7, 2020 3:03:12 GMT -5
ill take the thief! watched the dark knight rises with my brother a few weeks ago and would totally be down to make a cat woman-esque character haha
honestly, i haven’t really ever ventured into the sci fi genre but there’s a first time for everything, so sure!
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Post by Brownie on Aug 7, 2020 6:40:34 GMT -5
[[ sure!! I'll make a page when I'm back and we can get some plotting done (: ]]
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 7, 2020 11:11:27 GMT -5
{Ohhh. I like the sounds of- The Fire. Having an Apprentice character.}
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Post by ~Sapphire~ on Aug 7, 2020 15:13:12 GMT -5
Hey if you're still interested I would be very much up for the dreamers
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Post by Brownie on Aug 7, 2020 17:05:36 GMT -5
[[ ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ sure! I'll get a character and starter up in a few moments. ~Sapphire~ o god I would love to roleplay dreamers with you!! All yours! dreamers is more open-ended with how it can go, do you want to discuss a direction or just jump in and see where it goes? ]]
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Post by Brownie on Aug 7, 2020 17:46:06 GMT -5
- - - Raintalon is a dark grey smoke tom with short fur and a stocky build. He has yellow-orange eyes. The very bottoms of his paws are white, except one front paw, which has a longer white sock. Raintalon is an empathetic cat who despises conflicts; he really just wants everyone to get along and is a good mediator. He's also a restless sleeper and suffers often from insomnia. Young warrior of PineClan, brother to Mossfeather (dead) and Fernspots (dead)
Ahhh I've had this plot in the back of my mind for so long!! Cute little adventure arcs. Starter long, starter descriptive. Just wanted to set a scene. All yours! - - - Raintalon Ashes of PineClan . . . Raintalon coughed as he forged his way through the burnt undergrowth away from PineClan's destroyed camp. His fur was wet from the downpour, clumped with ashes, streaked with tears.
He understood how it happened. The fire had come quick. Lightning sparked the drought-dry pines, setting everything quickly ablaze. From there, the fire swept out in a cone, immolating everything in its path until the sky cracked and rains came pouring down. That was in the middle of the night, about ten hours ago. Raintalon was forced to wait in the river until it died down--he was lucky enough to be wandering when the fire started, close enough to jump in the shallows to escape the fire's rage.
The rest of his Clan had not been so lucky. The lightning bolt had struck PineClan's camp directly, using the tall, central pine as a lightningrod. The dens, usually concealed underground by the pine's great roots, was laid bare to the sky. Raintalon checked as many cats he could. No one there had survived. But there was one cat not accounted for: a young apprentice Raintalon hadn't known very well. He saw the pawprints in the ashes, too small to be his own, leading a trail away from camp. They were easy to follow, like a prey trail through snow, for which Raintalon was glad; he couldn't rub the rain from his eyes, still stinging from the acrid smoke from sizzling flames, and every scent was lost in the smell of burning. Raintalon kept putting one paw in front of another, following the trail like a lifeline. Please don't let everyone be dead, he thought desperately, choking on another sob.
A pile of fur, caked with ashes, but moving in the downpour. Raintalon leapt forward, pushing his muzzle into the bundle. The apprentice's breathing was ragged, rasping, but alive. Quickly, the warrior grabbed the apprentice in his jaws where they swung like a kit, dripping ash and rain from their paws. We are the survivors, Raintalon thought, setting his paws towards the river. The fire hadn't been able to cross the river, they'd be safe on the other side.
Did this apprentice have siblings? Raintalon had accounted for every other cat in the clearing, their parents must be dead. He pressed his ears down as he walked. He was hungry, his throat burned from smoke, his eyes stung, his paws raw from the heat of the ashes. He wondered how this apprentice had survived the lightningbolt and the flames. They made it to the river. Raintalon slogged down to the riverbank, putting down the apprentice in the sands. The river would be their first challenge, he knew, looking over towards the far back. The river was swollen with the storms, rushing past with a dull roar, a welcome change from the crackling of guttering fires and the dead silence of the rain pattering down on char.
Raintalon collapsed near the apprentice, letting himself rest as he waited for the young cat to regain consciousness. - - -
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Post by ~Sapphire~ on Aug 7, 2020 19:53:26 GMT -5
Nice!! Hmm in terms of direction we should probs agree how our guys fit into the warriors universe - if they're part of the same multiclan setup or live days away from each other, so we know how the meetup will work. Other than that I'm prepared to throw them into a dreamscape and see what happens
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Post by Brownie on Aug 7, 2020 21:19:32 GMT -5
[[ I didn't even think of putting them in a multiclan setting, ngl. We could do clan x clan or clan x outsider, both would work well for sneaking around. I'm down for playing a Clan cat, so it's whatever you'd like to try ]]
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Post by ~Sapphire~ on Aug 8, 2020 8:37:13 GMT -5
[[I'm down for clan x clan! Lots of fun sneaking around indeed. Give me a moment to get something up
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Post by ~Sapphire~ on Aug 8, 2020 14:35:57 GMT -5
(Starter! This took way longer than I expected, sorry. I can adjust any details if they don't fit with what you have)
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Cherryblaze - A dark ginger she-cat with a white underbelly and yellow eyes. She's on the tall side with a lanky build that she sometimes seems like she doesn't know how to handle. Curious, reckless and often abrasive, her general attitude to life is "this may as well happen" - she leaves no stone unturned and no thought unspoken, and takes the consequences in her stride.
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Cherryblaze squeezed between two tall birch trees, barely feeling their peeling sliver bark scrape against her flanks, and looked around at the clearing she'd found herself in. It was small, a mere patch of bare earth surrounded by more of the spindly birches. The trees wavered at the corners of Cherryblaze's vision; across the clearing they greyed out entirely. Whoever's dream this was, Cherryblaze was haunting the very edges of it.
Cherryblaze hated the edges of dreamscapes. In the middle of a dream, around its dreamer, everything was bright and flashy and exciting. At the edges, everything was grey and fading. She padded onwards, her gaze darting around the dream in search of whatever the main event was, but nothing caught her eye. Maybe tonight was one of the nights where she didn't reach anywhere interesting at all.
And then - Cherryblaze almost dismissed it at first, but it was undeniable - something flickered. A wisp of fur, at the corner of her vision. Cherryblaze frowned. There shouldn't be someone else here - she was the only cat with her particular... talent that she was aware of. Pushing off with her hind legs, Cherryblaze sprinted towards where she saw the fur.
Forget the dreamer. This was interesting.
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Post by Brownie on Aug 8, 2020 15:59:56 GMT -5
- - - npnp I pretty much just woke up. And I love that they meet in a third party's dream that's something I would have never thought of. so cool. also, idk how many Clans you want to have? I introduced two so far, but we could go absolute ham and make like, six or eight or more. I've honestly never done that before and this would be an interesting setting to have complex politics when our characters can literally sneak around other's dreams
Oakfall is a brown mackerel tabby tom. His fur is light brown, fading to pale beige to cream at his paws and stomach. His muzzle and tail-tip are lighter brown. A dark stripe runs down his spine, complementing the tabby ticks. His eyes are pale hazel, reflecting yellow. He's a curious cat, often sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, a trait that is only enhanced from his dream-walking snooping. He is careful and truly believes in doing what is best for his Clan first and himself after. Though this doesn't make him a stickler for the rules if he thinks the moral decision means putting them aside. This often makes him quite a hypocrite, even if he does have good intentions. - - - Oakfall dreaming . with Cherryblaze Oakfall didn't mean to creep around Dovestorm's dreams, but the silver she-cat was like a magnet and more often than not Oakfall found himself in the familiar birch forest night after night, reliving his Clanmate's anguished parting from her kits. He knew the story by heart. He could hear Dovestorm's cries from the edges of the dreamscape as her two kits were taken away by DuskClan warriors: Spidertail and Riverheart. He didn't know which was the father; he had tried for many nights to debate with himself which was the more likely, but could never come to a satisfactory conclusion. Both kits shared Dovestorm's silver fur and both toms looked equally indifferent through Dovestorm's memories. Some days, he wished he could talk with Dovestorm about it. Perhaps in sharing her secret, her nightmares would lessen. But that was impossible, and so instead Oakfall resigned himself to lurking in the edges of the dream, winding through the birches farther and farther from Dovestorm's sobs until the edges began to blur and the colors leeched into greyness.
He had been this far before. Not often, since the subjects of the dream were often far more interesting, but he had been curious to see how far he could go. Moving too far into the greyness, where the setting was more like fog than trees, had set his fur on end, putting a sinking dread, heavy as stones, deep in his stomach. Oakfall had turned back and wasn't brave enough to venture that far again. Instead, he wandered the familiar paths of BirchClan territory where he could while staying close enough to Dovestorm that the birches still had sharp edges.
She had stopped crying. He knew from being in this dream before that she would remain at the center of the clearing, silent, motionless, watching where the DuskClan toms left back towards their territory, until dawn. The dreamscape was completely silent. That is, until he heard pawsteps to his left. That was new. He turned, fur prickling. A ginger she-cat, so bright with energy in the faded backdrop of the dream that she was practically glowing, was quickly closing the gap between them.
Oakfall froze, stunned. He didn't recognize the cat, she wasn't from this dream, this familiar nightmare of Dovestorm's. "What are you doing here?" he called out. - - -
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 8, 2020 20:25:11 GMT -5
{Just want you to know, that I’m exited to RP this with you. I have been super busy and will be tomorrow too. But I Will get something up on Monday!}
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Post by Brownie on Aug 8, 2020 21:29:30 GMT -5
[[ no worries! Can't wait to see what happens! If ya see me around a lot its just cuz I have nothing to do this month before classes start. I need to start putting this creative energy into productive writing. ]]
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Post by ~Sapphire~ on Aug 9, 2020 15:42:35 GMT -5
(Your description of Dovestorm's dream was absolutely heartbreaking, wow. Ooh, I like the idea of 8+ Clans! Maybe a valley/hillside setting with Clans dotted all over?)
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Cherryblaze Dreaming, with Oakfall
Cherryblaze felt a rush of triumph as she closed in on the cat she'd spotted. Her fellow trespasser - with every step closer she got to him, the more she sure she was of that. His brown tabby fur shone against the faded colours of the birch trees around them. More birch trees - by this point Cherryblaze was willing to bet that this dream was taking place in BirchClan territory, several Clans over from her own RockClan. Cherryblaze knew a few cats from BirchClan, but if that's where this cat was from, she didn't know who he was.
She wanted to, though. For three seasons, ever since Cherryblaze figured out the meaning behind her vivid dreams of her Clanmates, she thought she was entirely alone in what she could do. The thought that someone out there - this cat in front of her - was like her, was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.
How many of them were there?
The tom managed to get a word in first: "What are you doing here?" Cherryblaze drew to a hopefully dignified halt and lifted her chin. "I think you know what I'm doing, because it's the same as what you're doing. We're both visiting this dream, aren't we?"
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2020 18:27:30 GMT -5
- - - Thanks! I'm thinking Oakfall doesn't really know how the dreamwalking works or how to control it well so he gets stuck in nightmares a lot because they're so full of strong emotions. Poor guy knows way too much of his Clan's traumas. And lots of clans = lots of forbidden romances. Though maybe with so many, it would be more acceptable to change Clans/have relationships between allies. perhaps Dovestorm's was one of those, where she was mates with an ally and then DuskClan/BirchClan became hostile and they were forced to choose whether to stay or go and who gets the kids and Dovestorm maybe regrets staying with her Clan during that time hence the nightmares. We'll see as rp goes along, but so sad already oops.
Works for me!! So many politics, going to be fun. - - - Oakfall dreaming . with Cherryblaze Another dreamer? As an apprentice, Oakfall had thought his dreamwalking was something every cat could do, it was only when he brought it up to his sister that he realized he was the only one that could. Not even Yarrowpool, the medicine cat, could walk in her Clanmates' dreams. Oakfall hadn't really thought of it as a gift. He couldn't control whose dreams he invaded each night --at least he didn't know how to-- and more often than not he was stuck in nightmares. Dovestorm's was tame. He knew what would happen, and while he was saddened by his Clanmate's grief, he didn't personally feel any attachment to the unknown kits --now probably warriors of DuskClan.
Other cats' nightmares were not so detached. He had been in battles, watched cats die gruesomely. He had fallen from cliffs, been taken away by hawks, felt as if he were dying to poison. No, it wasn't really a gift, these restless nights filled with fears that weren't even his own. But another dreamer? "I think you know what I'm doing, because it's the same as what you're doing. We're both visiting this dream, aren't we?" the she-cat said as she stopped near him.
Oakfall nodded. "I guess we are." He hesitated a moment, peering into the birches towards were Dovestorm would be, but the silver she-cat was too far away to see through the trees and ferns. "I've never met another dreamwalker before," he said, though from his questions he realized that seemed obvious. He licked the fur on his chest and his nerves settled, the fact that he wasn't alone finally sinking in. He didn't want this mysterious she-cat to leave, there was so many things he wanted to know. "Are you from the Clans? I'm Oakfall, from BirchClan."
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 10, 2020 23:31:20 GMT -5
❆Nightpaw- Nightpaw is an unusually small, long-furred she-cat, with feathery black fur. She has white paws, and white tufts of fur on her chest. Nightpaw has piercing ice-blue eyes. She has a quiet personality. Often keeping her thoughts and opinions to herself. Nightpaw is a very observant cat. She is a dreamer and a lover, always trying to do her best for everyone. She is determined and strong-willed. Often suffers from night terrors. Nightpaw is a fresh apprentice. A little over 6 moons. Mother-Morningdew, Father-Icestorm, Sister-Snowpaw, Brother-Rainpaw(All deceased)
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Nightpaw lay curled up in a bundle of fur, with her brother and sister, Snowpaw and Rainpaw. The three apprentices had spent the day, training hard with their mentors. They'd only been apprentices for a short period of time. Though, they had already insisted on doing hunting and battle training, as a group. That day, they had spent training in battle, learning many moves, and working together. Nightpaw was just starting to doze, her two siblings deep in sleep, when a flash of light, lit up the entire camp. Jumping onto her white paws, her black fur fluffing up in terror, Nightpaw poked her head out of the apprentices den. Her eyes, wide with terror, she watched the tall pine, light up in flames. She opened her mouth, to alert her clanmates, but found herself, silent with fear. Around her, the camp burst into flames, trapping cats in their dens. She cried out in terror, hearing the calls of her clanmates, as fire and smoke filled the air, making it hard to see or breathe. She darted forward, searching for her parents, calling out for them. "Morningdew!? Icestorm!?"
Unable to hear anything, but the crackling of the flames around her, Nightpaw turned to go back to the apprentices den, finding the den already in flames, no sound or sight of her two siblings. Suddenly, teeth latched onto her scruff, and Nightpaw felt herself being dragged away from the flames. She whimpered, unable to tell who had ahold of her. She was shoved down into the medicine cats den, hidden in a crevice, where herbs were hidden and stored. A soft hiss, sounding in her ear, before she was shoved further back. "Do not move. Do not come back out. No matter how much you might want to. Go back, until you hit the far wall. Bury your face among my herbs. You will be safe." The little black and white apprentice, without protest, backed her way into the little crevice. She stopped, as her back end, hit the wall of the little area. The scent of herbs, filled her lungs, and she turned, burying her face into a familiar scent, Catmint. Covering her ears, with her two front paws, Nightpaw closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself to breathe as little as possible. She struggled to keep herself in one spot, knowing in her heart, that her clanmates were dying outside. "Starclan..Please..Help them.."
After what felt like forever, Nightpaw uncovered her ears. She could hear the sound of rain, pounding outside. Ears pricking up, she listened, for the sound of fire, but only heard the sizzling, as the last of the flames, were met with water. Forcing herself to her shaky paws, the little molly, headed towards the main clearing. She stopped, as she reached the end of the crevice, where she had been hiding. The body of her clans medicine cat, lay in a crumpled form, right outside. She was barely recognizable. Nightpaw moved up to the she-cat, pushing her nose into the lifeless form, whispering a silent prayer to Starclan. "I'll never forget you. Thank you for saving my life." As she shoved her way into the clearing, Nightpaw could see the bodies of her clanmates, scattered around camp. Some still in the dens, now bare and open. While others, looked as if they'd tried to flee, but had crumbled against the smoke and heat. Her eyes watered, as she continued on, stumbling against the ashes and ruins of the camp. Her gaze sought out her siblings, only to turn her head in pain, as she spotted them, tangled together, in a wounded and lifeless bundle. They hadn't made it. Starclan knows, they didn't even have a chance.
Without another look, the small black molly, trudged on, heading for the river. It was the only place she could think of to go. She kept her head down, her long tail, dragging in the muddy and sooty trail. She could feel herself, caked in filth, but had no energy, to stop and try and get it off of her. Suddenly, she felt her legs trembling, and cave beneath her. Her eyes started to darken, as her vision clouded, and everything went black. Was this it.? Was she about to join the rest of her clan in Starclan.?
After what only felt like a heartbeat, Nightpaw's eyes flashed open. Her ice-blue eyes were full of panic, and she scrambled to her paws, gasping for breath. She stood, trembling, finding herself near the river. How had she gotten there.? Jerking her head around, her gaze fell on the shape of another cat, much larger than her. She couldn't recognize the tom, beneath the ash, that caked their fur. Opening her mouth to speak, she found herself sputtering and coughing, throat burning. Ears flattening against her head, she shook, as she coughed, slumping back onto the ground. Letting out a groan, as the coughing subsided a little, she turned her ice-blue gaze, back to the other cat, eyes full of question and fear. Finally, after catching her breath, she forced herself to speak, her voice cracked and rough. "Yo..You're..A Pi..Pineclan..Wa..Warrior..?"
Her head tilting slightly, she stared at his face, narrowing her eyes slightly, as she thought. She recognized those eyes. The face, even beneath the messy pelt. She knew of only one cat, with the Yellowish orange eyes. They were unique, in their own way. And she always learned and observed, each of her clanmates. "Raintalon. Is that you..?" Her heart swelled, as relief filled her. Even though she had lost everything, she couldn't help but feel some sort of happiness, that she wasn't a lone survivor. Someone else had made it through this, without her. But how.?
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Post by Brownie on Aug 11, 2020 0:38:53 GMT -5
- - - ahhh she's so cute. - - - Raintalon River . with Nightpaw The PineClan warrior couldn't find sleep, even though he hadn't slept since before the fire. The sandy bank of the river was surprisingly comfortable and the wind blew fresh air from across the water, clear of the smoke and ash deeper into the territory. Instead, he dozed, resting, but not completely asleep. This wasn't an uncommon state for him due to his insomnia, and so he took what rest he could.
It wasn't long until the apprentice awoke. "Raintalon. Is that you..?" the small she-cat mewed as she blinked awake.
Raintalon shook the sleep from his mind and stood, surprisingly only a bit wobbly on his paws. "Thank StarClan," he said, his voice a soft exhale as he released the fear he didn't really realize he was holding. She had a heartbeat when he found her in the forest, but he hadn't the heart to see if she was still alive when they reached the bank. He had been quite afraid to check, terrified that she would have succumbed to the smoke in the air leaving him the only survivor of their once proud Clan.
"Are you hurt? Did you breathe in much of the smoke?" Raintalon moved closer to Nightpaw, sniffing at her fur. Other than being caked in wet ashes, she looked mostly alright, but he knew the ash and her long fur could easily hide injury. He wondered again how she had survived, but knew that it was too early to pry into those memories. He brushed the subject away. He didn't much want to think of it himself. He had seen his littermate's fur in camp, checked each for signs of life. The image still took his breath away if he let it linger. He took a deep breath and stopped it, looking over the river instead. There would be no prey in the ruined forest, they would need to cross in order to hunt. "We're going to have to cross the river soon, before we get too hungry. Do you think you can do that?" - - -
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Post by ~Sapphire~ on Aug 11, 2020 9:05:18 GMT -5
(And Cherryblaze is only slightly further along, and copes by being extremely detached. That makes a lot of sense - a lot of Clans means swiftly changing allegiances so Dovestorm might've had to make her decision literally overnight. Sad is good!) - Cherryblaze Dreaming, with Oakfall"I guess we are. I've never met another dreamwalker before." So they were in the same situation, then. Cherryblaze felt a stab of disappointment - she'd have preferred to meet an expert in their shared power, not another novice - but tried to mask it. She didn't want the tabby to leave. What would the odds be of them stumbling across each other again? She noted his nerves as they spoke. He glanced around the still landscape as if he was worried the dreamer would hear them. In Cherryblaze's experience, that wasn't likely to be a problem. Sure, cats could see and hear her when she walked in their dreams; once she'd even intervened to warn Jaggedpaw of the eight-legged, sharp-fanged monster sneaking up behind him - not that she'd accomplished anything other than make sure he saw every detail of the beast as it tore into him. But the only consequence was that her younger brother gave her a slightly odd look when they were choosing fresh-kill the next morning. Cats expected to dream about cats they knew. As long as she wasn't weird about it, where was the problem? The tom was still talking: "Are you from the Clans? I'm Oakfall, from BirchClan." The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Cherryblaze still drew a blank. Maybe she was thinking of another Oak- name altogether. She nodded in answer to his question, eager to get past the small talk and get some real answers. " Cherryblaze of RockClan, nice to meet you and all that. I thought I was the only one, too. I figured out I could - did you say dreamwalk? - three seasons ago. How long have you been doing this? Do you know whose dream we're in right now?"Brownie
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Post by Brownie on Aug 11, 2020 15:27:33 GMT -5
[[ Brokenstar sure! I have absolutely no plans with who the red-feathered-foes would be, but then again neither do our characters I don't think so that shouldn't be a problem early. I'll be up for having replies soon. RoR2 1.0 just dropped and I'm going to be binging that with friends most today ]]
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Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
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Post by Brokenstar on Aug 11, 2020 15:49:32 GMT -5
[[ Brokenstar sure! I have absolutely no plans with who the red-feathered-foes would be, but then again neither do our characters I don't think so that shouldn't be a problem early. I'll be up for having replies soon. RoR2 1.0 just dropped and I'm going to be binging that with friends most today ]] (Okay! I like it being a mystery for me as well! Have fun!)
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 13, 2020 12:52:01 GMT -5
( Brownie Still Very much into this! Will get a reply up today!)
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Aug 13, 2020 20:13:50 GMT -5
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The little black she-cat struggled to keep consciousness, as Raintalon responded to her. Her eyes burned, as she stared at him. She blinked multiple times, her eyes starting to water, from the feeling. She barely heard him answer her, her ears still ringing.
Struggling to her paws again, she wobbled, her legs barely holding her up. Nightpaw felt her chest wheezing with the effort, as she let out another spout of coughing. She groaned again, shaking her head. She looked up, her eyes wide, as she stared out into the raging river before her. She shook slightly, fear beginning to fill her. Did she survive the fire, just to drown in the river.?
Staring desperately at Raintalon, her voice cracked and her throat sore, she finally spoke. “D..Do..Do we ha..Have to..To cross..Th..The Riv..River..?” The apprentice stuttered as she spoke, and paused to draw in a shaky breath, before continuing. “I..I’m really..N..Not very hun..Hungry. Not after..Not..No..” She trailed off, a whimper escaping her, as she flattened her ears and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think about the fire anymore, but the destruction of her clan..Their home, tortured her thoughts. She couldn’t get the image of her clanmates, her family..Destroyed and lifeless, out of her mind.
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