ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 18:27:11 GMT -5
➺ NAVIGATION
i. Overview ii. Territory iii. Camp iv. Traditions v. Rules vi. Joining vii. Allegiances viii. Allegiances Continued ix. Allegiances Continued x. Miscellaneous xi. Credits ➺ WELCOME
The sound of a babbling brook rings through the hollow. Long tendrils from the willow trees sway in the morning breeze. An overhang of rocks is built into a steep mountain, sheltering an open cave of clear pools. It's a beautiful place, a seemingly peaceful place. But you can feel hidden eyes burning into your pelt. You are being watched from afar. The slender young she-cat across from you flicks her tail as she looks you up and down.
"So, you're the new recruit, hm? My dad doesn't usually let strays into the clan, but I guess he made an exception for you. Well, no point in standing around. I was told to show you around. My name is Violetpaw, by the way."
She promptly turns, swishing her tail behind her impatiently. "Come along, then! We don't have all day!"
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 19:10:26 GMT -5
➺ THE CLANS
Once, these lands were claimed only by a single clan, who lived with the world around them in harmony. The cats of these clans were varied, with some more athletic, choosing to test their mettle against the world around them. Others still saw value in the telling of old tales, choosing to weave legends and mysteries with their words to preserve the past. Some enjoyed song the most, using music to reflect their appreciation for their world. Others saw the value in building, in proving mastery over the natural world to lay foundations for the future.
When the cats could not reconcile their different opinions, the great clan fractured, forming four new clans. Those that valued testing their mettle against the world formed Waspclan. Those that valued preserving the past formed Mothclan. Those that valued music and song formed Beetleclan. And those that valued architecture and building formed Spiderclan.
And so the four clans were born.
➺ WASPCLAN
Waspclan is the most proud of all the clans. An old elders' tale goes that a Waspclan cat will fall into a creek and then deny that they are wet. Thankfully for them, they are also the most comfortable in water. Water is one of the key features of Waspclan culture, given so much of their territory is taken up by it. Their kits learn to swim before they are even apprentices, and the most adept of warriors are skilled divers. Swimming is more of a recreational activity for the clan, given the natural pools on their territory do not contain many fish. That being said, fishing is taught to apprentices who show an aptitude for it.
Another key feature of Waspclan culture is their efficiency. Much like a hive of wasps, they seem to think with a group mind. They are disciplined and they are not afraid to hold each other accountable. The best description for it, perhaps, is "tough love." Coddling is not something that happens in Waspclan very often. Parents are strict with their kits, and the clan views it as a duty to keep all of the younger cats in check. The clan is known for their athleticism as well. It is an art form to them, and they view their bodies as their instruments.
This doesn't mean Waspclan cats are humorless. In fact, they are known for their senses of humor and their fondness for dramatics. Many of their cats argue on a frequent basis, though they are not usually the type to hold grudges.
Common traits: sleek, thick pelts, green/blue eyes, muscular builds, large paws
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 19:23:17 GMT -5
➺ TERRAIN
The four spiteful clans occupy a landscape full of diverse territory. Spiderclan occupies the mountains, Mothclan the forests, Beetleclan the plains, and Waspclan is somewhat in between. It sits directly below Spiderclan territory, where the mountain streams run down in a pattern similar to a wasp's wing. A large, rocky overhang creates a number of caves and natural pools in which the clan swims and plays on a regular basis. Beyond the pools are the willow trees, which are another trademark. They are gentle, swaying giants that seem to have minds of their own. To the south are the Shadow Forests, through which little light penetrates. The camp is between the pools and the willow trees. It is sheltered by a healthy wall of undergrowth and ferns.
Spiderclan is to the north, Beetleclan to the south/southwest, and Mothclan is across the river to the west. Between them all are the Gathering Falls.
➺ LANDMARKS
i. Shadow Woods: The most heavily forested part of the territory, or at least the darkest. This is where the best prey is found, but the apprentices whisper that it's full of ghosts.
ii. Thundering Rapids: Up on the rocky cliffs near the drop-off, the tributary streams run quickly. They are full of rapids and white water, and are much too dangerous to swim in.
iii. Winding Streams: To the west of the territory, below the Gathering Falls, is a winding river. It is much deeper and calmer than the thundering rapids and it is the best place to fish.
iv. Tumbling Waters: There are four main waterfalls (beside the Gathering Place) in Waspclan territory. These all feed into the main pools. During leafbare, they are nothing but a gentle trickle.
v. Mossrocks: Beside the largest pool is an outcrop of boulders on which a variety of mosses grow. A few necessary herbs also grow there and it is a favorite hang-out spot of the off-duty warriors.
vi. Elder Willow: This massive tree serves as a sort of guardian over camp. Its branches are as wide as many trunks!
vii. Gathering Falls: On the very far west side of camp is a large waterfall. This is where all the clans meet for gatherings!
viii. The Sacred Cave: Set into the cliffs behind the Waterfall, a cave is the location of the medicine cat meetings. A narrow tunnel can be entered between the cracks in the cliff-rocks, leading a short distance to a pitch-black opening. The medicine cats lie down in the center of this cave and are lulled to sleep by the rhythmic pounding of the Waterfall nearby, so that they can meet with StarClan in their dreams.
✧ MAP ✧
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 19:30:02 GMT -5
Waspclan's camp sits between the pools and the willow grove. The camp itself is protected by a collection of trees and undergrowth (mostly ferns), but it does get a good amount of sun. The center of the camp is very open and sits upon soft ground perfect for sunning one's pelt or sharing tongues. A small willow tree and a protruding rock are at the far end of camp, where Marblewasp makes announcements.
i. Leader's Den: The leader sleeps in a small den created by the trunk of the roots of the willow tree and the neighboring rock. It is cozy and just large enough for 3-4 cats to sit comfortably.
ii. Medicine Cat's Den: To the right of the entrance is the Elder Willow. Its low, ancient branches stoop low enough to create a sort of curtain. This is where the medicine cats house their patients. The medicine cats themselves sleep in the ferns at the base of the tree, and they keep their herbs in the roots.
iii. Elders' Den: Between the apprentices' den and the leader's den is a spattering of tall ferns. Behind them is a collection of boulders. This is where the elders sleep. It is the darkest den, and the most comfortable in leafbare.
iv. Nursery: Between the warriors' den and the leader's den is the nursery. It was formed by weaving together the branches of a marigold bush. One side of it is pushed up against the base of the willow tree, which makes it feel more closed in.
v. Warriors' Den: The warriors all sleep in a squat oak tree to the left of the entrance. The branches are wide and create dips that can be woven together to create comfortable nests. The senior warriors sleep near the bottom in the best nests and younger warriors must climb up into the higher branches.
vi. Apprentices' Den: The apprentices' den is directly across from the warriors' den, between the elders' den and the medicine cat den. It is stationed under a leaning pine tree. It's actually a very comfortable and secure den, but the apprentices often complain of hearing the elders' snore.
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 19:35:11 GMT -5
THE SOLSTICE FESTIVALS Twice a year, on days preordained by our ancestors and the powers that be, the four clans come together in momentous celebration. The celebrations are hosted at the Waterfall, but each clan attends and brings not only a share of prey, for all the clans to feast on, but a host of cats – from the wiliest kits to the most sagacious elder – to enjoy the festivities. Cats often decorate their pelts with berry juices. The different colors represent the changing of the seasons.
Green Day – the summer solstice festival takes place during the day. Each of the four clans puts on a show displaying their talents, and individual members of the clans are encouraged to prepare independent shows that they can put on for small audiences throughout the day. It’s a great social event. Fun competitions are put on between the apprentices, similar to carnival games, where they accomplish silly but fun tasks like collecting leaves and throwing pinecones. The last event of the festival is a giant feast. It ends at sundown.
The Longest Night – the winter solstice festival takes place during the night. The events of the longest night are similar to Green Day, except rather than a theme of abundance and plenty, at the Longest Night the theme is perseverance and spirituality. The Longest Night puts the medicine cats at the center of the stage; the clans still preform, yet these performances are usually about history and mysticism. Cats typically use berry dyes to color their coats cool shades, such as blue and purple. A feast is hosted at sunrise.
THE GAMBIT Once every three moons, the four clans come together for a friendly inter-clan competition called the gambit. It’s basically a triathlon, where each clan nominates two of their best apprentices who complete three challenges: a climbing challenge, a running challenge, and a jumping challenge. The challenges are slightly different for every gambit, and the deputies come together, typically the gathering before each Gambit, to decide what the challenges should be this time. The challenges are designed so that each cat has an equal opportunity to succeed, and even challenges that seem to favor one clan may have tricks that certain cats can use, if they can figure them out, to get ahead.
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 19:37:06 GMT -5
i. Please be kind and courteous to everyone! We're living in wild times so be respectful to your fellow humans.
ii. Literacy: These clans are semi-advanced, meaning we expect upwards of 2 paragraphs per post. They can be longer or shorter depending on the situation, though. Scenes with heavy dialogue can be shorter if needed.
iii. Keep things mostly realistic! Okay, having an advanced society of sentient cats living in the wild requires a certain suspension of disbelief. But please no green or purple pelts, superpowers, or otherwise unrealistic events (besides interactions with Starclan and so on).
iv. Avoid "powerplay" as best you can. This means limiting your writing to your own characters' actions and perspectives. Please do not write for a character that is not your own.
v. Be as active as you can! The real world is much more important, but if you do not anticipate having the time to participate and roleplay, then it is probably not the best idea to join.
vi. Get involved! This means plotting, creating drama within rp, making connections between your characters and others in the clan, etc. It's much more fun when these things are happening.
vii. That being said, do not put too much on your plate. Only make as many characters as you can handle (especially if you are joining more than on clan).
viii. We are inclusive of all identities here!
ix. Please follow the forum rules, of course.
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 19:41:14 GMT -5
So, are you interested in joining Waspclan? If so, great! The more the merrier. Before joining, there are a few things to keep in mind. First, make sure that the slot you desire has not been claimed by somebody else. Second, head over to the joining page and be sure you are using the teal and yellow forms which are specific to Waspclan! Happy writing!
| | Joining Page | |
CHARACTER NAMEage in moons, gender
Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act)
Rank:
Other Information: (relationships, questions, etc)
[div align="center"][font face="font-size:small;"][span style="border-image:initial;"][img style="text-align:center;height:115px;background-color:#066f6e;border:3px solid #fcfdc2;padding:5px;margin-right:10px;margin-left:10px;" src="http://hwr.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/placeholder-dark-600-400-729dad18518ecd2cd47afb63f9e6eb09.jpg"][/span][/font]
[div style="text-align:center;"][font style="text-align:justify;" color="#e1f7f5" face="Gentium Basic" size="3"][b]CHARACTER NAME[/b][/font][div style="text-align:center;"][font color="#fcfdc2" face="Times New Roman"]age in moons, gender[/font][/div] [div style="text-align:left;"][font color="#e1f7f5" face="times new roman"]Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act)
Rank:
Other Information: (relationships, questions, etc)[/font][/div]
(please post forms on the joining page, not on this page)
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 19:58:13 GMT -5
➺ LEADER
MARBLEWASP47 moons old, tom Physical Description: Marblewasp was born as small, fluffy, and white as a dandelion bulb. Now his predominantly white pelt ripples over heavy muscles, striped with tabby markings of charcoal gray. The markings are especially thick on his face, legs, and tail. He is larger than most cats, with strong back legs and a long spine. He has icy blue eyes and perpetual look of wicked amusement. Marblewasp has a large build and he stands over most cats he meets.
Personality Description: He is, in a word, confident. Marblewasp is not receptive to criticism because he thinks he is Starclan's gift to the world. In fairness, he has always been one of the strongest, fastest, most skilled cats in the clan, and that is sure to go to one's head. This isn't to say he's a bad leader, though. Despite his ego and love of theatrics, he is good at running a tight ship. He has a sharp sense of humor (never at his own expense, of course) and the apprentices often look up to him, despite his strict tendencies.
Other: He adopted Violetpaw and Deerpaw with his mate, Aloedance. He has always held a grudge against Beetleclan, and he suspects they were behind the abandoned kits. ℊℓоω
➺ DEPUTY
CHARACTER NAMEage in moons, gender Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act) 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ ➺ MEDICINE CAT
CHARACTER NAMEage in moons, gender Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act)
➺ MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
MANTISPAW16 moons old, she-cat Physical Description: Mantispaw is a very fluffy, stocky molly with the appearance of a pure bred Himalayan cat. Her fur is a beautiful cream color, and her face, paws, and ears are a dark brown. She has very rounded features, fluffy cheeks, and smaller curbed ears. Her eyes are a brilliant, bright shade of blue. She has a sweeping tail that is feathery, and her paws pads and nose are charcoal. Being a medicine cat, Mantispaw has no noticeable scars on her pelt, any that she does have would be buried under her incredibly thick, fluffed fur.
Personality Description: Mantispaw fits the stereotype of medicine cat perfectly. This calm headed, patient, and motherly molly has a heart of gold. From a young age she felt a very strong spiritual connection to StarClan, often times experiencing vivid dreams of her ancestors. As she grew older, she honed her knowledge on herbs, and grew an even more intimate connection with StarClan. She is a deeply prophetic cat, wise for her age, and rooted in her beliefs. She approaches new situations with a calm and level mind, her first instinct is to always go the path of non-violence. She's more introverted than extroverted, but she's not necessarily shy. Though she is intelligent and caring, not everyone would call her a good medicine cat. Mantispaw values the other clans just as much as she does her own, thus, there are some who call her loyalty into question. Once before the molly had been caught giving WaspClan herbs to MothClan cats during leaf-bare. She believes that StarClan wants the 4 clans to unite again, but she keeps her mouth shut about such things, knowing the outrage that would spark from it. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ ➺ SENIOR WARRIORS
SAPFOOT66 moons old, she-cat Physical Description: Sapfoot is a strikingly small cat, especially for her age. From a distance, she could easily be mistaken for an apprentice. She has short legs and an altogether just tiny body. But don't mistake that for weakness! Anyway, she has a tortoiseshell coat and warm amber eyes. She is not as quick as she used to be, but what she lacks in physicality, she makes up for in smarts.
Personality Description: She is a no-nonsense cat who works harder than just about anybody in camp. She wakes up early and always goes on either the hunting patrol or dawn patrol. She never asks questions or resists orders. Though she is naturally a rather stern cat who rarely laughs or purrs, she does have a surprisingly sweet spot. She is always willing to help a cat in need and is especially fond of kits. ℊℓоω
✧✧
CHARACTER NAMEage in moons, gender Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act)
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 20:31:44 GMT -5
➺ WARRIORS
REDSUN38 moons old, tom Physical Description: Redsun is not particularly waspclan-esque in appearance. Firstly, he is not bulky and muscular (like the leader, for example), he is slim and tall, light on his paws. He also has longer fur, which makes it difficult for him to swim without being weighed down. But he is Waspclan born and raised. His brown and black tabby coat is splashed with white on his chest and underbelly. He also has observant green eyes. He gets his name from the hint of red in his pelt.
Personality Description: He is an independent cat, one who does not really subscribe to the idea of "falling in line" as his clan might expect him to. He is a touch rebellious and likes to act out in little ways. That being said, he maintains good standing within the clan for being a reliable hunter and warrior. He always brings home prey for the elders to eat, so there's not much to complain about ultimately. Redsun is the type of cat that everyone gets along with, therefore he can get away with not following the rules. ℊℓоω
✧✧
WINDSTORM27 moons, tom Physical Description: Windstorm is a silver tabby tom with striking golden eyes. His build is rather slender, yet muscular, and he has thick, glossy fur. A few scars from previous battles mar his flanks.
Personality Description: In one sentence, Windstorm is almost comically awkward. He is awful at making small talk, and often plans conversations out completely in his head, yet they never go the way he intends. He' s a hopeless romantic, too. Additionally, despite the fact that WaspClan cats are typically good at diving, Windstorm is terrified of water and refuses to go anywhere near it after nearly drowning as a young apprentice. @fallownose
✧✧
FOXWING16 moons old, she-cat Physical Description: Dark, dusty red thick coat with a particularly fluffy tail. Some dark patterning on her face, flanks and tail. Pale eyes.
Personality Description: Goofy, likes to joke and play pranks, but can flip on the serious switch at the drop of a claw. Playful. Doesn't take things too seriously. 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊
✧✧
SHADESTALKER46 moons old, tom Physical Description: This black tom has a smooth, glossy pelt. His eyes are bright green, like grass, and almost seem to see all. He is a large, muscular tom, with wide paws much too big for even him. He blends in with the shadows, and his wide paws with high surface area help him to not make a sound while walking. This is what inspired his name. He has great eyesight.
Personality Description: At first, he was an extrovert. Now, ever since 14 moons ago, he likes hiding in the shadows. He always seems to have something on his mind, and always desperately hopes to be chosen for the four clan gatherings, hoping to be able to see his son. He always seems lonely. Like his son, he can focus really well when he wants to. He is worried his son won't like him, all the time. Brokenstar
✧✧ SPOTTEDMASK49 moons old, male Physical Description: Spottedmask is a handsome charcoal bengal cat, his coat carrying several splashes of dark black atop a dark grey base. His ears are completely torn, and his eyes are a smokey forest green. His paw pads and nose are a grayish/pink. His long, slender build and powerful legs make him a great runner, but he has proven himself a fine swimmer as well. His short sleek coat reveals a collection of scars across his coat, though none of them are particularly noticeable. He has a low, smooth, monotone voice.
Personality Description: Spottedmask is as enigmatic as they come. This solitary cat rarely opens up to others, most of his interactions with others are dismissive, disinterested, and passive. He carries a bored expression with him always, a glazed look and monotone voice always. Because he joined the clan as a loner, little is known about the cat he used to be. He's quiet, but not shy. In fact, fearless would be a better word to describe him. He just doesn't seem to care about trying to connect with anyone in his clan. His loyalty is often brought into question, but Spottedmask is a very proactive warrior. He's rarely seen lazing about camp, always doing something to busy himself, even if he mostly goes in alone. His quiet, mysterious nature makes him a bit of a hot spot with the ladies, but Spottedmask has never picked up on any of their advances.
Other Information: Brought into the clan as a former loner at about 18 moons. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ ✧✧ FAWNSPOTS38 moons old, she-cat Physical Description: Fawnspots is very aptly named, as she is incredibly tiny, and has the same chocolate brown coat as a fawn, with many small orange spots throughout it. Her underbelly is a soft cream color, the spots around this area fade to a black color. She once had a long tail, but after getting into a fight with a fox as an apprentice, it got bitten off and is now a medium sized stub. She has large, sea green eyes, and a lithe build. Her paws, and her nose are a light pink color. Her short, sleek fur makes it easy to spot the several randomly placed scars that dot throughout her flank, though none of them are particularly noticeable.
Personality Description: There's a little legend that mothers tell their kits about Fawnspots. They say the reason why she is so angry is because she swallowed a sun when she was little, and it kept growing and growing inside of her, making her red hot. Her words can certainty come across as scathing as the surface of the sun, that's for sure. Fawnspots is a no-nonsense type of cat, she has little tolerance for people goofing off, and has patience that is the size of a hair. She is as grumpy as a crotchety old elder, not making her too popular with the apprentices. Or with other warriors, for that matter. But, her short temper, and salty attitude isn't all bad. Fawnspots is a very capable warrior, despite her small stature and weak build, she has proven herself to be excellent at hunting. Her fast feet and unpredictable, but wise fighting style make her an opponent you don't want to scoff twice at. Her rude personality comes from a place of pride and honor. She is so rough on people because she takes such pride in her clan, and doesn't want to see her clan-mates fail their duties. Fiercely loyal, and fiercely protective are kinder words that sum up this short-tempered shecat. It doesn't matter if she doesn't seem to like you, if she see's you falling in combat, she's there beside you no matter what. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ ✧✧ HOUNDSTEP53 moons old, male Physical Description: Houndstep is a handsome golden brown tabby tom with particularly angular features. He has a large, but slim build, with a body made more for running than it was swimming. He the usual large paws and glossy coat expected of a WaspClan cat, but his fur is sleek and short. He has large ears that tuft at the end, and a black nose and paw pads. He has a slender, whip like tail and muddy amber eyes. He has a booming, deep voice that is always quick to chirp in with a hearty laugh. Being an older and more experienced warrior, there are several scars that are scattered through his coat, but none that are too serious. There are several notches and nicks taken out of both of his ears, and a particularly bad scar over his muzzle.
Personality Description: Houndstep was born to be a dad. Everything about him screams of your older parent who doesn't really get the things that you're into, but wants to try to get into them anyway. He is very friendly, and a little bit of a doofus. He's old fashioned, and respectable, always putting the needs of his clan before his own. He carries a deep sense of pride in not only his clan, but his loved ones. Houndstep has a deep appreciation for family, putting his family even above the well being of his clan. Ever since he was young, he always knew that he wanted to be like his own father and raise a family of his own. He has a trusting nature, but is anything but childish. Despite his cheery, welcoming and friendly attitude, Houndstep is a tom who has seen many things, and is wizened to the world around him. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ ✧✧ CASCADEFALL38 moons old, she-cat Physical Description: This molly doesn't quite have the muscular build her clan-mates covet, she's actually rather lithe and agile instead. Her limbs are less made for brute strength and instead are more fit for sprinting and swimming to an extent. She is of flame-point descent, which gives her a cream colored coat that borders on light gold. Her face, legs, and tail are accented by faint ginger markings. She has pale blue eyes, which are more rounded than slanted. Scars litter her stomach and hind legs from a fight with a Spiderclan patrol when she was an apprentice.
Personality Description: Cascadefall is what one might call introverted. She's not likely to throw herself headfirst into social situations and instead is almost timid when it comes to speaking up for herself or having to talk in general. Though she's quiet, she's a hardworking feline who is dedicated to tasks as a warrior, hunting and providing for her clan. Her calm, patient nature aids her in tricky situations, as she can keep a level-head and attempt to come up with a plan, but her thoughtful nature makes her a poor fighter - for she's often overthinking.
Other Information: Holds a grudge against Spiderclan, since a border dispute with the other clan ended her brother - Lightpaw's - life. Her mother is Pollenhaze. little blu ♥ ➺ APPRENTICES
DEERPAW12 moons old, she-cat Physical Description: Deerpaw is a light brown and white tabby. She has white socks on her front paws and a white muzzle/throat. She has dark green eyes and large ears. Like a deer, she is quite tall for her age, with a glossy pelt and long, whip-thin tail.
Personality Description: One of the quietest apprentices, Deerpaw prefers to be alone rather than surrounded by cats. She only manages to grow close to those who are persistent, as it takes her quite a while to warm up to others. Her sister, Violetpaw, is the one cat she trusts the most and will confide in. Deerpaw is often lost in thought, wondering what life is like in the other Clans, and wondering who her real parents are. Her self-image isn't the best, since she often wonders what she did wrong to make her real parents give her up. She sometimes feels pressured to be the best at everything since her adopted father is the leader, Marblewasp. @fallownose
✧✧
VIOLETPAW12 moons, she-cat Physical Description: Violetpaw looked much like her sister with her slim, long-limbed built and whip-like tail. Her coloring is slightly different. Violetpaw is more solidly colored, with a mostly light ginger pelt with delicate tabby stripes. She has bright teal eyes and dainty paws. Like her sister, she is tall for her age, standing a tad taller than the average female cat.
Personality Description: One would be shocked to discover that Violetpaw is adopted, for she shares many of her personality traits with her father. Like Marblewasp, she is confident and rather bossy. She is unafraid of telling the other apprentices what to do. Unlike her father, however, she does not often show her emotions. She is prone to bottling things up until they explode. Under her nicer traits, however, Violetpaw is unafraid to voice her opinions and she is relentless when she puts her mind to something. ℊℓоω ✧✧ GHOSTPAWsix moons old, tom Physical Description: Ghostpaw is a tom cat on the smaller side, with a coat of stark white hair. He has a long tail and somewhat large ears. Because of a unique genetic quirk, he has eyes that are two colors - yellow and blue, split down the middle.
Personality Description: Like his namesake, Ghostpaw tends to drift about, as silent as a shadow. He isn't much on speaking; when he does, he has a voice with a low timbre that some can describe as a bit unsettling. He's a bit of a loner, and despite his lack of real social skills, he feels very close to his clan, and very dedicated to keeping them safe and happy. He's loyal down to the bone, but he can tend to hold a grudge.
Other Information: Has a bit of a crush in Violetpaw, but will take that secret to the grave. 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 ✧✧ SHRIKEPAWage in moons, gender Physical Description: Shrikepaw is a large tom, who keeps growing everyday. He has broad shoulders and large paws that he hasn't quite grown into yet. His sleek coat is a light tan interrupted by dark brown - nearly black - bengal stripes. His eyes are a light apple green, which stand out against his dusky pelt. The tom has a nick in his right ear from a training session gone wrong.
Personality Description: Competitive to the core, Shrikepaw isn't one to back down from any sort of challenge, it's just not in his blood. He's a feisty one who has trouble knowing when to quit, his mouth often runs away with him. He is a tom with a lot of nerve and it takes quite a bit to intimidate him. Following his gut more often than his head, he can get into quite a bit of trouble. Shrikepaw is a loyal tom though, who would do anything for his friends and family. He has a secret fear of being forgotten or left-behind - which of course just pushes him to be even more desperate for any attention thrown his way. little blu ♥
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 20:38:31 GMT -5
➺ QUEENS
CRANELEAP37 moons old, female Physical Description: She is a beautiful she-cat with fiery ginger tabby fur and white markings on her face, chest, underbelly, and back legs. Her fur is thick and glossy, as is standard for Waspclan cats, and she has a lean, strong build. She is about average in size, though her belly is beginning to bulge with her first ever litter of kits. She has amber eyes.
Personality Description: Craneleap is very much the model of a Waspclan cat. She is confident and self-assured, but she is also willing to place all of her trust in her leader/deputy to make decisions for her. She enjoys being a member of the best clan (in her opinion). She is a strong warrior who will go anything for her clanmates, and taking time off to have kits is rather inconvenient, but she is excited to see their adorable faces. ℊℓоω
✧✧
CHARACTER NAMEage in moons, gender Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act)
➺ KITS
CHARACTER NAMEage in moons, gender Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act)
✧✧
CHARACTER NAMEage in moons, gender Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act)
➺ ELDERS
POLLENHAZE112 moons, she-cat Physical Description: A thick furred she-cat with a dainty build, which often got her picked on in her youth. Vicious scars cover her nearly from head to toe, proof of the wild life she's lived and the struggle that she put in to survive amongst her strength-based clan mates. Her pelt is a light cream color, appearing very clearly as not white but much too light to be considered golden. She has deep amber eyes, though her vision is fading in them.
Personality Description: Pollenhaze is a grumpy elder, to say the least. She didn't want to retire, she wanted the glory and honor of dying in the heat of battle. Now she's stuck growing older and more useless by the day - at least in her opinion. Her harsh attitude makes her hard to get along with and she's easily annoyed with apprentices sent to look after her. Pollenhaze has a soft spot for kittens, though she pretends they irritate the fleas off of her. Her maternal instincts aren't quite gone and she can be a bit nosy and even nag if she feels the desire to mother anyone - though this need hits her very rarely.
Other: She had her last litter late in life, which caused her to lose two of her four kits. Her daughter is Cascadefall. She absolutely loathes Spiderclan after they murdered her son, Lightpaw, in cold blood, according to Pollenhaze. little blu ♥
✧✧
CHARACTER NAMEage in moons, gender Physical Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe what they look like)
Personality Description: (in a brief paragraph, describe how they act)
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 20:48:26 GMT -5
➺ RELATIONSHIPS
Mentors & Apprentices i. Redsun is Deerpaw's mentor ii. Fawnspots is Violetpaw's mentor iii. Marblewasp is Ghostpaw's mentor iv. Windstorm is Shrikepaw's mentor
Mates i. Marblewasp and Aloedance are mates ii. Craneleap and Houndstep are mates
Family i. Marblewasp and Aloedance are Violetpaw and Deerpaw's adoptive parents ii. Pollenhaze is Cascadefall's mother
iii. Spottedmask and Fawnspots are half-siblings
➺ ROLEPLAY INFORMATION
Season: Late Greenleaf, approaching full moon Weather: Warm, a bit dry
➺ MAJOR PLOTS
text text text
➺ MINOR PLOTS
i. Nearly a year ago exactly, Violetpaw and Deerpaw were discovered as tiny, abandoned kits on the Beetleclan border. Where did they come from? And why were they left so carelessly without a guardian?
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 11, 2020 20:55:24 GMT -5
Creating Waspclan (and the other four clans) was very much a collaborative effort. Many people contributed to the ideas found this roleplay, so thank you to all of them! The layout and banners for this roleplay were created by me, ℊℓоω using free images from adobe spark. Please ask me before reusing any of the images or layout in future roleplays. Anyway, thanks to everyone listed below for inspiring what makes Waspclan Waspclan!
@fallownose , 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 , Brownie , 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ , ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ , Brokenstar , 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2020 19:47:10 GMT -5
(Here are my starters c:)
Windstorm // at Mossrocks // Open
Windstorm lay with his eyes closed on top of one of the Mossrocks, soaking in the warmth of the sun. On the verge of sleep, it almost felt as if he were sinking into the moss cradling his body, letting it swallow him whole. The only thing that ruined the moment was the terrifying sound of the Tumbling Waters nearby. Since it was greenleaf, the rushing waters were in full force, a relentless pounding that seemed to throb in the back of Windstorm’s head.
It was rather unfortunate that water was his one phobia, considering that a good portion of the territory was covered in water features. And he knew he’d have to get over that fear at some point. But for now, Windstorm was perfectly happy to remain as far away from the chance of drowning as possible.
Still, it seemed that the Tumbling Waters were determined to prevent him from sleeping, and so Windstorm forced his eyes open with a sigh. He sat up to groom himself, wondering if he ought to head to the forest to hunt. He would much rather hunt alone than on a patrol; at least that meant he could avoid any conversation which gave him the slightest possibility of completely embarrassing himself.
Deerpaw // in camp // Open
As usual, Deerpaw was lost in thought. She sat at the outer edges of the camp, sticking close to the protective fern wall. It had been nearly a full turn of the seasons since she and her sister had been brought to live in Waspclan, but she hadn’t gotten any closer to figuring out why they’d been abandoned. All she knew was that she’d been found on the Beetleclan border. Of course, some of her Clanmates suspected that meant Deerpaw and Violetpaw had Beetleclan blood, but then why leave two helpless kits to the elements if there was a whole Clan they’d been born into? It just didn’t make sense.
The good thing was, the Gathering would be soon. Deerpaw had decided to scan the Beetleclan cats to see if any of them looked like her or her sister. Maybe I can find my kin!
But what would happen if she did? Would she have to leave Waspclan? Would Marblewasp and Aloedance no longer want their adopted daughters? Deerpaw whimpered to herself at the thought, wishing she’d been Waspclan born and raised so that she wouldn’t have to deal with so many unknowns.
|
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 14, 2020 0:45:54 GMT -5
MORNING, in CAMP The morning sun was only just beginning to warm the earth and already an argument was breaking out in Waspclan. The participants were two of the usual suspects: the clan leader and his daughter. Usually they were a team, picking battles with anyone who dare disrespect the rule of law. This time, however, they were fighting among themselves, and it was enough to draw the attention of anyone who happened to be in camp.
It began with Violetpaw storming out of the leader's den. She emerged from under the shadow of the willow tree with her tail whipping from side to side and her ears pressed back against her head. "That's so unfair!" she declared. Her voice rang out through the camp and several cats looked up from their breakfasts and peaceful lounging.
Seconds later, her father followed. In contrast to the lean apprentice, he muscular and slow, like a lion who had been rudely awoken from a deep slumber. He padded along for a few steps before collapsing into a patch of sun, looking incredibly forlorn.
Violetpaw's target was her sister, and she ran over to her like an enraged fox, hackles raised.
"He's the worst!" she hissed to Deerpaw, who moments before had been daydreaming quietly. Violetpaw paced beside her, tail lashing the air. "Come on, let's go hunting," she proposed without explaining what had transpired. A few cats were looking in their direction, eavesdropping. But they would get no juicy gossip for with that, Violetpaw turned and bounded out the camp entrance.
Thankfully one of the witnesses to the event was Deerpaw's mentor, Redsun. He watched the two apprentices leave camp, gave a soft sigh in the direction of their leader, and went after them.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2020 1:05:26 GMT -5
Deerpaw // right outside of camp // with Violetpaw Deerpaw was abruptly jolted from her thoughts by her sister's stomping around camp, and she looked up into teal eyes which seemed to be brimming with fury. Usually Violetpaw and Marblewasp got along fine, so what had changed? Before Deerpaw had any time to ponder the question, her sister suggested (although it seemed more like a demand) that they go hunting, and shot out of camp without another word. Hesistantly, Deerpaw stood up and began to follow behind more slowly. She couldn't leave Violetpaw by herself when she was so angry - who knew what trouble she might get into? But as she approached the entrance, Deerpaw glanced back over her shoulder at their adoptive father. He didn't seem to be putting up a fight; perhaps he already knew that winning an argument against Violetpaw was hopeless. Deerpaw turned and strode out of camp after her sister, eventually sprinting full force to catch up. Finally she arrived at Violetpaw's shoulder, and carefully spoke the questions she had whirling in her mind: "W-what happened with Father? What's unfair?" More quietly, she added, "I'm sure that whatever it is, it can be fixed. Right?" As much as Deerpaw hated to get involved in any form of drama, this was her sister. Violetpaw had always been there for her, so it was only fair that Deerpaw return the favor.
|
|
Brokenstar
Conquer Windclan! Train kits too early! Muahahahahaha!!!
|
Post by Brokenstar on Aug 14, 2020 7:39:52 GMT -5
Shadestalker Camp, shadow forest // Open As usual, he was skulking in the shadows. He was debating inwardly about whether or not he should go ask the leader something. "I wonder what he will say," he muttered. "But should I ask him? Probably no. He will announce who is coming once the time comes." He wanted to see his son so much this time around. He decided he might as well go hunting. He didn't even bother asking anybody to go with him. Instead he just stalked right out of camp and walked to Shadow Forest. As he hunted, he continued his inner debate. He caught a mouse, then a vole, then another mouse.
|
|
|
Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Aug 14, 2020 10:38:30 GMT -5
(Heya ℊℓоω! I finally got all my characters finished, and I'll be getting up some starters soon! ^w^)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Aug 14, 2020 10:45:56 GMT -5
[ adding to my list ]
|
|
|
|
ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
|
Post by ℊℓоω on Aug 15, 2020 0:45:41 GMT -5
VIOLETPAW It was clear from her body language that Violetpaw was enraged, but it wasn't until the sisters were well out of earshot from camp that she revealed what had happened.
"All I did was ask if he had any idea of what warriors names he was going to give us," she glared down the path in front of them, letting her slender legs lead them down the familiar path toward the training sands. "I was fishing to see if he might make us warriors in time for the gathering tonight. And you know what he told me?" It was a rhetorical question, for she did not allow her sister time to respond. "He said that we probably won't be warriors until all the leaves are bare and the pools have frozen solid."
She skidded to a stop as they reached the clearing. With a loud huff, she sat on the ground, her tail folding neatly over her paws. Her blue-green eyes scanned her sister's face, as if searching for an equally emotional reaction, but perhaps knowing she was unlikely to find it. Deerpaw was always the rational one, the one who saw the good in the actions of other cats. Perhaps deep down Violetpaw knew that she was overreacting. But the thought of arriving at yet another Gathering without a gleaming new warrior name to show off was terrifying. Frankly, she did not want to be embarrassed in front of the other clans. She wanted to be perceived as spectacular, powerful, successful. And in each moon that went by, she felt less worthy of her father's grand legacy. After all, he had become a warrior at the age of ten moons.
CRANELEAP Craneleap woke to the sound of raised voices. They jolted her from a rather peaceful slumber, one in which she dreamed she was chasing a plump robin up the branches of a tree. Just as she was about to jump for it, she opened her eyes. Filtered light streamed in through the petals of the marigold flowers, casting the nursery in a warm golden light. The voices were too muffled to understand, but she correctly concluded that they belonged to the leader and his adopted daughter.
Being the sucker for gossip she was, Craneleap abandoned the hope of catching her imaginary robin and elected to go see what the fuss was about. Unfortunately, by the time she had stretched and lifted her increasingly heavy body out of her nest, the camp had gone quiet.
She emerged from her den several seconds after Violetpaw and Deerpaw had made their exit, leaving a hushed silence over the camp. Craneleap blinked the sleep from her eyes and scanned her surroundings for someone who would be willing to fill her in. She was unlucky to miss the fight, but that wouldn't stop her from hearing every detail. Simply put, Craneleap enjoyed this type of thing. She knew Marblewasp had a flair for the dramatic, a trait that she shared, and that a mere argument could blow over in a matter of minutes. So she wasn't worried, only curious, and there was nothing better than circulating rumors while she enjoyed her breakfast.
|
|
|
|
Post by little blu ♥ on Aug 15, 2020 18:13:25 GMT -5
Cascadefall in camp - with Pollenhaze »»---------------------------«« "Mother, please, would you come back to camp?" Cascadefall tried for the fourth time to get Pollenhaze to listen to reason as the small cream molly hobbled ahead of her stubbornly, without sparing her distraught daughter a second glance. The flame-point feline winced at her mother's silent dismissal, her quiet nature warring with her concern for her loved one. She pushed forward to try and catch up to her elderly muzzle, no longer content to wait at her back. "Where are you even going?" she asked, exasperation leaking into her tone.
"Shadow Woods. Someone needs to do some hunting, the pile is too low! Back in my day we wouldn't have been able to sleep until the pile was at least half full," Pollenhaze snorted, clearly disgusted with the state her clan had fallen to. Her youngest daughter wanted to groan aloud with frustration. Her mother's body was way to fragile to be doing any sort of hunting, this is so not how she imagined her morning going.
"Mother... the prey pile is fine. Marblewasp makes sure we have enough to eat," the warrior replied, shaking her head at her mother's constant attitude. Everything was better when I was younger, Cascadefall! Back in my day, Cascadefall. The flame molly - who was known for her patience, was beginning to grow tired of this game she played with her mother. Honestly, if she didn't love the cream colored molly... she'd still be here, doing exactly as she was now. Her conscience wouldn't let her leave any helpless creature out here on their own, even if said creature had a sharp tongue and was more stubborn than a mule.
"That Marblewasp. You know, I remember when he was nothing but a scrap of fur! Now he's grown up to be quite handsome, his mother would be proud. If he wasn't too old for you..." the cream molly turned her head, her amber eyes finally flickering over her daughter, as though appraising her.
"Mother! He has a mate!" Cascadefall sputtered indignantly, her fur fluffing up in discomfort.
"As if that's ever stopped anyone. Kits these days have no ambition..."
"Please stop..." the poor daughter begged, backing away from her mother slightly. This was the day, her mother had officially lost it. She needed to go find Mantispaw or her mentor. Pollenhaze cackled at the expression on her kit's face, ending in a wheeze. Cascadefall perked her ears at the sound, concern returning to her blue eyes. "Mother, can I take you back home now?" her tone bordered on begging, whiskers trembling.
"Oh alright. I won't be able to get any hunting done with your nagging anyway," the snap only brought a sigh of relief to the younger feline's lips. Together, mother and daughter began the trek back to Waspclan camp, the elder grumbling under her breath the whole way.
Shrikepaw winding stream - open »»---------------------------«« The tom growled, his bright green eyes locked on the water below him. He carefully postured himself, preparing to dive into a deeper part of the stream. During his training, the proper diving technique was one of the things he struggled with the most. Shrikepaw became still, his tail nearly straight out behind him. Then, in the blink of an eye, his body was thrust forward into motion, his powerful hind legs propelling himself into the air.
Tucking his head closer to his chest, he made sure his front legs were stretched out straight, ready to pierce the water when he landed. His ears flattened to his head and his back legs pulled close to his stomach, helping to make him faster. Within moments his paws had sliced through the surface, a clean dive. Water enveloped his tabby body and he forced his eyes open to peer into the gloom. No silver flash of a fish but the elation in his chest was all from the dive. It had been nearly perfect, at least in the apprentice's opinion. Kicking out with his paws, his head broke the surface, droplets of water running off his sleek pelt.
"Success!"
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2020 13:04:47 GMT -5
Deerpaw // right outside of camp // with Violetpaw
Deerpaw blinked in slight surprise at her sister's response, and sat beside her as they entered the training sands. "Maybe he's still thinking of the perfect names for us," she ventured, hoping she could find the right words to ease Violetpaw's anger. "And as for when we'll get our names, I'm sure Marblewasp is just making sure we've learned everything we could possibly need to learn first. Isn't it better to go into battle knowing every possible fighting technique rather than just being really good at a few?" Deerpaw sighed. "We just need to trust him, Violetpaw. He's not just our father, he's our leader, too. "
She rested her tail around the curve of Violetpaw's back for comfort. "It's best not to rush things. Everything will work out; it always does." Windstorm // Winding Stream // with Shrikepaw
Windstorm halted mid-grooming as he heard a cat yowl something not too far away. It sounded like it came from the west, toward the Winding Stream. Despite Windstorm's reluctance to leave the warm, sun-battered Mossrocks, he decided he ought to check out the source of the sound and make sure no one was in trouble. Bunching his muscles, the warrior leapt down from the rocks and trotted toward the stream. Although he tried to put on a nonchalant facade for anyone who might possibly be watching, Windstorm was secretly shaking on the inside - why was he heading toward water, the very thing that terrified him?
He emerged from the tree line to see a water-slicked tabby shape bobbing in the stream. Windstorm chuckled a little, mapping out what he planned to say in his mind, then carefully stepped over to the edge of the stream bed. "Now, what is my apprentice doing out here all alone?"
|
|
|