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Post by aether on Mar 19, 2021 23:36:53 GMT -5
[ awww yeah i love cloverfoot! she's kind of unempathetic, but it mostly comes from a place of unknowing. quick backstory, but both cedar and clover's parents are not very kind themselves and didn't give them a lot of love and affection growing up. Strongwater, their dad, placed a lot of pressure on cedarpelt to be perfect and strong and the quintessential warrior tom, but never praised him for anything. so that's where his problems come from. BIG INSECURITY HOURS + TOXIC CAT MASCULINITY. he was kind of the favorite child, and both strongwater and robinflight paid very little attention to cloverfoot. robinflight is meek and submissive to strongwater, and although she loves her children, she didn't have a lot of room to show them in a meaningful way. So, cloverfoot became sort of emotionless and unnattached as a coping mechanism. but she's real sweet when she has pals :3
I'm also cool with you rp'ing any of the characters you think seem cool for you in HeronClan! I purposely didn't give them lots of description in case you wanted to eventually play one or two of them. that's coooool w me ~
yes. i totally love that idea. he tries to be Mr. Go-it-alone but really, really needs her help. i also love that she'll have that over him as leverage lmfao xD like, she'll totally be in the power position and humiliate him ] [ poor cedarpelt and cloverfoot :c misunderstood children. i think it'll be fun to do a plot that helps make cloverfoot happy xD
same goes for you and rippleclan cats!
yep! and he'll have to listen to her and when he gets cranky and she goes 'okay i guess i'll just leave you here' he might actually have to - dare i say - apologise? : O ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 20, 2021 0:10:00 GMT -5
[ yes jackdawstar <3 thank u. oakstar is a total b-word. i love this so much. ]
HERONCLAN
Oakstar, Cedarpelt, Riverstrike
The Gathering
aether Jackdawstar, RippleClan
As Jumpfox lifted unsheathed claws against him, Cedarpelt lifted his lips in a threatening hiss. His thick russet fur bristled against the physcial threat initiated by the RippleClan tom, preparing for his own retaliation. A sense of panic arose in Oakstar's chest as she watched the altercation unfold. A suddent pang of regret coursed through her body, shooting violently down her spine. Before she could act, Jackdawstar's violent reprimand stopped her like a gust of stong wind. She watched as he lept from the dias, uncharacteristically dumbfounded by the leader's viriolic insult. The tortoiseshell molly leaned back against his words, curling her nose in indignation, Nonetheless, she knew he was right, Oakstar heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes, following after the black leader. She slide gracefully down the side of the monster with a noticeable lack of urgency. Her pale green eyes connected with Larkstripe, who was quickly dispatched to quell the rising displeasure amongst the crowd. The small tabby tom slithered through the crod of HeronClan cats, hushing them as best he could. Cherrynose put up a decent fight with the deputy, supported by Dustfur and his sycophantic apprentice, Thistlepaw, but the belligerent tom succeeded in silencing them with a stern and resolute conemndation. Oakstar, meanwhile, moved to stand a few paces behind Jackdawstar, listening intently to his words. Although an air of apathy followed in her wake, the leader did feel a small semblance of disappointment in herself. She had calculated incorrectly, assuming that they would have the first go at a contest of verbal hostilities. Cedarpelt had cooked up an elaborate plan that was much more tame than the one that had unfolded. Alas, that is the risk one runs when dealing with livewires and unpredictable variables. Oakstar didn't feel bad for her behaviors - it wasn't like this experience severely impacted her ego or pride - but she did decide in that moment to apologize to the leader with her actions, even if he wouldn't accept it. While she may be cunning and self-serving, she wasn't daft.
Cedarpelt, however, felt mortally wounded by the diffusion Jackdawstar had masterly curated. When the rival leader spat his name, the prideful warrior felt a growl rise in his throat, his claws unsheathing. His dark eyes glowed with hot rage under an aggressively furrowed brow. The tom opened his maw to issue a sharp, undoubtedly disrepesctful retort, but Oakstar interrupted his words with a shockingly authoritative hiss. The leader moved rapidly to put her body between his and Jackdawstar's tail flicking with irritation. It was almost protective - a clear move made by Oakstar to communicate her regret to RippleClan. Her pale green eyes met Cedarpelt's, matching - maybe even surpassing - his in animated brightness. Confusion flashed across the tom's face as he recoiled, ears pressing flatly against his head. Although he regained his usual assuredness, he almost looked... frightened for a heartbeat. Clearing his throat and rising to standing, the ginger and white warrior maneuvered around his leader to look at Jackdawstar, dipping his head in regretful submission to the black tom.
The sound Oakstar made to interrupt Cedarpelt was so violent, so full of conjured rage, that even Riverstrike flinched in response. The silvery molly blinked in shock. Their leader had never reprimanded Cedarpelt so vehemently in the past, not even when she had been his mentor many moons ago. The two had formed a unique bond of trust and mutual respect, despite the russet warrior's insufferable character. Their relationship was so profound and wo well-known that it wasn't out of the ordinary for other cats to accuse Oakstar of playing favorites - behind her back, of course. So this display of severe disapproval was highly unprecendented. In fact, all of the HeronClan cats responded to it, as if it were their own punishment to claim. Even Riverstrike, who had played no part in this whatsoever, found herself shuffling her paws in embarrassment. She managed, however, to steal an admiring look at Jackdawstar, her heart fluttering with affection. That's a real leader, she thought to herself, beeming slightly at the thought of their meeting.
Outside of the molly's delusions of grandeur, however, the tensions of the Gathering still swirled tumultuously, no matter how cooled they may have been. Oakstar flattened her fur and relaxed her tensed muscles, turning her head to directly meet the eyes of her fellow leader. "You're right, Jackdawstar," she admitted, lowering her head in a gesture of submission and respect. "You're absolutely correct. This is unacceptable behavior, from all of us. But especially from myself." The tall tortoiseshell's words were measured, careful to reveal no true personal feelings or sentiments. They carried a genuine sense of regret, however. This stung the proud leader, but she continued nonetheless. Oakstar raised her head to look to the RippleClan ranks. Her posture communicated humility and deference - something that further stung Cedarpelt as he watched his leader roll over to their enemies. She trained her eyes back on Jackdawstar, meeting his yellow gaze firmly. "I should not have let it get this far. I intervened too late, and only after your lead. The words you said, on the monster... They're true. I was not acting like a leader," her voice was lowered, though she still made it audible enough for all cats at the Gathering. Her countenance was impossible to read - though her words sounded genuine, it was impossible to tell if she really was. "I apologize for that." Oakstar took a few paces back, now addressing the entire group of both clans. "Now, if we can all remain civilized, then we have some real business to attend to, I think." The molly turned, propelling herself back onto the dias. She settled into a sitting position, curling her tail around her muddied white paws. "Jackdawstar, if you'd like to continue, please go ahead. Otherwise, I can begin if you'd prefer." Oakstar's pale gaze met his once again, blinking in wait for his reply.
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 20, 2021 0:12:06 GMT -5
[ xD he is UNSKILLED at that, but something he's certainly capable of. I can actually see him and sofie having some tender moments in the twoleg place. I can see an emotional opening up sort of situation and then him being offended when she brings it back up bc he is a jerk xD I can also see him having a genuinely good time with the soft blankets and warm pillows and whatnot lol - I can't wait to start that hahaha ]
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Post by aether on Mar 20, 2021 5:48:18 GMT -5
Brooksong (HeronClan) + Jackdawstar (RippleClan) + RippleClanOakstar, RippleClan, HeronClan || parisiansteve The Gathering
To be frank, Oakstar’s presence as Jackdawstar tried to diffuse the situation was… confounding to the black tom. He had never expected the aloof tortoiseshell would accompany him to discourage the battling clans and for a mere heartbeat he wondered if his words had affected her or if she simply felt a moral right to oblige him. He did not enjoy speaking so peremptorily to the HeronClan leader, nor to her clanmates and his own, yet there was no alternative. There was no regret for what he had said to her although there was a hint of contrition for the harsh way he had spoken. Moreover, he would have time to converse with Oakstar at another time; now his full attention was required. For a heartbeat Jackdawstar was sure that the headstrong tom before him would lash out, he watched the way that toms’ green eyes glazed with a look akin to wrath and Jackdawstar tensed his muscle in preparation to tussle – only to be quickly reminded of the aching that lingered from his spat with the fox. If Cedarpelt did decide to leap on him, he didn’t think he’d be able to move away fast enough. His breath caught painfully in his throat as anticipation crackled in his chest and, along with it, anxiety. Oakstar’s domineering presence moving afront him allowed his lungs to exhale in a deep sigh. Thank StarClan!
The sound that Oakstar emitted reverberated in Brooksong’s ears and the molly shuffled her paws, to her chagrin, the Gathering had not gone the way she had been expecting. ”Jackdawstar just goes and ruins everything,” she muttered – a bare whisper as to not draw attention – and she glanced to Riverstrike to see if her friend agreed. She felt her spine stiffen when she found Riverstrike’s blue eyes gleaming as she watched Jackdawstar. Brooksong furrowed her brows somewhat, confused by what that look could mean, although it unnerved her to see Riverstrike pleased at the outcome of the quarrel.
Jumpfox made a disgruntled huffing sound as Bramblefang stepped back from him. The ginger tom stooped his head to give his ruffled chest fur a few swift indignant swipes of his tongue, notwithstanding, he kept his pale green gaze averted acquiescently. It was obvious for all to see that the tom’s pride was severely wounded and along with it, his spirit. He slowly picked up his paws and shouldered his way through his clanmates until he was planted at the edge of the crowd with a sour expression – one that pierced through Jackdawstar. As a leader, Jackdawstar fought against the urge to flinch against the arrogant toms’ stare, and he willed Jumpfox silently to understand that he had to stop the fight before it could get out of hand. Brightsong slipped through the maze of pelts and came to her brothers’ side to give him a comforting lick over the ear, while it hardly appeased the tom, he did seem somewhat consoled by her affection.
Finally, Jackdawstar dipped his head to Oakstar. Now that the clearing was filled with remorseful – or forced – silence, he felt the intensity leave his being. It left his legs with a hint of a tremor as the aftereffects of adrenaline made him realise just how tired he felt. If a gust of wind swept over them at that moment, he was convinced he might be swept away. Natheless, he kept his focus on Oakstar and listened with regal patience. ”Thank you, Oakstar.” He meowed softly and while her tone was often ambiguous and disdainful, his was sincere. ”I hope we can agree that this behaviour will not be welcome at the Gathering again,” a flick of his tail gestured to the full moon, ”we are under an oath of peace.” With the argument settled, he moved to follow Oakstar and felt once more unsteady upon his paws. Have I pushed myself too much today? He resisted the urge to wince against the throbbing sensation at the nape of his neck. He pressed forward desperately hoping that his sudden, overwhelming tiredness was not noticeable. He bunched his muscles and leaped onto the monster, his claws scraped over the metal and he teetered momentarily at the edge until he was able to pull himself forward. He met Oakstar’s gaze and nodded, ”I’ll go.”
Turning heel, he faced the clans once more. His vivid yellow gaze glazed over the cats below him and landed briefly on Riverstrike. In all his exhaustion, the promise in her dazzling blue eyes revigorated his muscles giving him the strength he needed to continue. The thought of the Gathering fatigued him, yet the thought of meeting her at flat stones sent waves of exhilaration through every cell in his body. The way his black pelt melted into the night did not hinder his presence as he stepped forward to address the clans now, ”I’ll keep what I have to say brief.” He began succinctly. ”Drizzlefur has welcomed four healthy kits into the clan: Tumblekit, Shrikekit, Breezekit, and Swiftkit.” The pride in his voice was unmistakable at the mention of his littermate and her kits, ”Prey has been running well in the forest and I expect it to be a pleasant new-leaf for everyone.” Briefly he hesitated in wondering if he should address the border situation. On one hand he didn’t want to reignite the argument about territory, yet he’d been meaning to speak on the situation… He knew the rules they had set with the borders disgruntled his clanmates; he would mention it to soothe their nerves. ”With prey running so well, I do believe we can review the new border rules come next moon?” He turned his head to address Oakstar, his eyes were clear of hostility. He wasn’t asking for her opinion on the matter, just the choice to discuss it. After the ruckus that had occurred tonight and the words Oakstar had shared he hoped she would uphold them. The border rules could not stay the same forever; the land was rightfully RippleClans. However, he was giving her the chance to prepare.
[ omg cedarpelt enjoying kittypet things i have to see that xD
sofie is also definitely the kind of cat to discuss emotions and express sincerity so i am KEEEEEEN for them to meet each other. ] |
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 20, 2021 15:31:53 GMT -5
[ is that a daft punk song i see in the new signature? c: love it! ]
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Post by aether on Mar 20, 2021 16:15:28 GMT -5
[ yeah! i rewatched the entire discovery video series because i was bored xD digital love is my favourite!
rip daft punk :C ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 20, 2021 16:17:36 GMT -5
HERONCLAN
Oakstar, Cedarpelt, Riverstrike
The Gathering
aether Jackdawstar and RippleClan
An air of unsettled angst sat thick among the clans. Larkstripe, having completed his rounds, returned to his place near the dias. Obedient as ever, the lithe tabby tom sat resolutely in his position, blue eyes roving over his clanmates to monitor their behavior. Strained respectability kept his claws sheathed; Jumpfox's outburst had severely ruffled the fur of the HeronClan brood. Larkstripe wanted nothing more than to teach the ginger tom a lesson alongside Cedarpelt and his acolytes. However, like his leader, the deputy understood the implications of the fight that had nearly broken out. Although HeronClan cats were known for their hostility and belligerence, it was not like them to start a tooth and claw conflict over some small border skirmishes. Despite himself, Larkstripe also felt a small bit of anxiety creep into his chest - had Oakstar let the altercation go too far? What did her reticence communicate tonight? It was a bad look for the seasoned leader, that was for sure. Hostility like this couldn't go on forever. Even he knew that. His gaze found Cedarpelt, who had slunk into the shadows at the back of the crowd to sulk. Cloverfoot had rushed to her brother's side in the mist of the commotion, sitting close to him in familial comfort. Her tail brushed gentle over his shoulder in a rare display of affection - Cedarpelt was really the only cat she showed any feelings toward - though the russet tom looked less than consoled. His dark green gaze pulsed with contained rage as he glowered, like a scolded apprentice. It was clear that he was putting his effort into not looking embarrassed, although it was clear he was abjectly humiliated. His ever loyal friends, Finchtail and Dustfur, sat on his opposite side in support of their companion. Fernpaw, Thistlepaw, and Goosepaw remained on the other side of the crowd, huddled together by Cherrynose and Ottercoat, who sat behind them almost protectively. Thistlepaw's visage held an indigant grimace, sharing in her elder clanmate's displeasure with the evening, whereas her fellow apprentices had gone pale with anxiety. Goosepaw, ever the optimistic diplomat, looked profoundly uncomfortable in this environment. Fernpaw simply looked hesitant, unsure of the angst that had taken a vice grip on the crowd.
Riverstike's easr flicked at Brooksong's words. He's just trying to maintain the peace! she cried inwardly, desperately wanting to defend him against such flippant slander. But she knew better - a comment like that would rebuff her companion so severely, that it might reveal her deep-seated affection for the rival leader. So, instead, she mustered her best disdainful scoff, throwing in an eyeroll for effect. "I know, right?" she grumbled back, curling her nose in feigned disgust. "Like at least let us have some fun..." The blue warrior hoped her performance was convincing, despite the anxjous embarrassment that brought heat to her pelt. Mouse-brain! There's no way she'll buy that. As a mmeans of distraction, Riverstrike glanced at the apprentices, her heart filling with empathy. She, too, had been put off by HeronClan's unorthodox way of conducting business. Though she had been lucky enough to have Kestrelwing as a mentor, and not someone like Ottercoat or Dustfur, she still understood what it felt like to be forced into a life she didn't necessarily want. Jackdawstar's voice brought her back to the Gathering, however, and her pale blue gaze snapped back to him as he stood on the dias. Admiration clouded her gaze again as she fought against a smile. Her paws kneaded into the soft ground beneath her, muscles undulating beneath her blue pelt as she thought of their upcoming meeting.
Oakstar sat to the left of the black leader, listening respectfully to his update. Her body language resumed its characteristic nonchalance, tail-tip tapping gently against the cold steel of the monster. The molly's pale green eyes flashed toward the full moon - Jackdawstar was right. The oath of peace was an important agreement among clans, a historic apparatus of political cooperation and mutuality. She felt a pang of guilt for letting it be tarnished for lack of action, the weight of StarClan heavy on her shoulders suddenly. As Jackdawstar talked of prey, Oakstar's mind flashed briefly back to the ceremony in which she had gained her nine lives. Her ancestors had always encouraged her to be proud, unwavering, and steadfast in her committment to HeronClan. They had encouraged her to maintain her cunning and her craftiness. But they would have never endorsed the coldness with which she conducted. The toirtoiseshell leader felt herself soften a bit, a brief expression of sadness dancing across her features. Her introspective episode came to an abrupt end, however, when Jackdawstar wrapped up his portion. After huffing out a quick breath, she rolled her shoulders back to regain her posture, moving her gaze to meet the RippleClan leader's. Her ears flicked uncomfortably at the tom's suggestion, one white paw lifting in hesitation. She didn't want to table the conversation for next Gathering, admittedly. This had been the moment she was most looking forward to this time around. Oakstar glanced quickly at her ranks, who all gazed back at her expectantly. They, too, expected political resolution at this meeting. But Oakstar knew, logically, that too much had been unpacked this evening.
After a few moment's consideration, she resigned to Jackdawstar's recommendation, responding with a curt nod. "I agree that it may be wise to wait for next Gathering to discuss that," she replied, though her voice was thick with restraint. It was clear she had compromised, against her every desire. Hopefully that'll be enough for him, she thought as she stepped forward to deliver HeronClan's updates. "We, too, have welcomed three healthy kits from Spottedfeather. Mosskit, Ravenkit, and Lilykit were born after last Gathering and, although quite young, are all healthy and growing rapidly." - Ottercoat beemed proudly at the mention of his kin and mate. Cherrynose gave him an affectionate nudge in congratulations. "Rainsong is currently pregnant and expecting kits at any moment. It is a blessing from StarClan to see such growth in both of our ranks." Oakstar glanced at Jackdawstar, offering a genuine smile in reconciliation. The molly grew serious, however, drawing in a breath. "However, we all must recognize that a new season is upon us. Newleaf, as always, will bring great storms to our region. Though prey is running well right now, it is important that we take every precaution to prepare for potential difficulties the weather may bring." The warning was received by a few understanding nods from her ranks, as well as from RippleClan. The territory was historically prone to heavy monsoons that brought imminent flooding. Disaster had struck in the past, for which neither clan was prepared. The political tension did not need to be compounded by a need for emergency assistance. Oakstar's precaution was definitely warranted. "Other than that, I believe we can adjourn, unless there is business anyone would like to discuss further?" The moily perked her ears in question to Jackdawstar to see if he had thought of anything else to discuss. Honestly, Oakstar was itching to get out of the clearing - they needed to regroup after such raucous behavior.
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Post by aether on Mar 20, 2021 17:50:57 GMT -5
Brooksong (HeronClan) + Jackdawstar (RippleClan) + RippleClanOakstar, RippleClan, HeronClan || parisiansteve The Gathering
The aura surrounding Riverstrike was contradictory to the words she spoke and the suddenness of her hostility now as opposed to her silence during the dissension was… uncharacteristic. Brooksong wisely held her tongue against bringing this up, especially as Jackdawstar’s voice began to ring around the clearing. However, the nagging sense of uneasiness towards her friend increased as she watched the small inflections of joy creep into Riverstrike’s body language. The kneading of her paws, her unwavering stare… Brooksong flicked her ears irritably and looked ahead with pensive green eyes. She may have to address the situation when she caught Riverstrike alone on a patrol, she considered, just to assure herself that she was overthinking the blue warriors conflicting comportment. Her attention was stolen by Jackdawstar’s final statement regarding the border rules and Brooksong snapped her head to stare fervently towards Oakstar. A wave of dissatisfaction rippled through the clan but after the way Oakstar had addressed them before no cat dared defy either leader.
Jackdawstar gave a dip of his head and resisted the feeling of letting out a gratified sigh at Oakstar’s agreeance. It seemed obvious given the peculiar pique of restraint in her tone that she did not oblige lightly, he hoped the grateful look he sent back would be enough to ease the stoic tortoiseshell molly. For now, it was important that the clans recover from the incident – he would need to address Jumpfox and confide in Bramblefang. There was no way he could incite discussion of such a sensitive topic when tempers were still flared and ready to ignite. Stepping back, he finally was able to sit and curl his tail over his paws during Oakstar’s address. He felt the weight of responsibility shift uncomfortably on his shoulders as he pre-emptively began to muse about the next Gathering; with such thoughts came a sense of anxiety. In a way that felt annoyingly familiar his chest tightened around the idea of negotiating his way through the border rules that had been set in place, would it be possible to appease his clan and HeronClan? Oakstar’s affable intonation jerked the tom from his thoughts, and he returned her smile with one of his own – he wished she would continue this good-natured attitude into their next discussion. Her exhortation of precaution was not lost on the black tom and he nodded in agreement, murmuring his affirmation.
It felt like too long before the end of the Gathering was in sight. So much had occurred during the short period the two clans adjoined in the clearing, yet so little progress had been made. Jackdawstar straightened his posture and shook his head slowly, ”I’ve nothing more to say.” He turned to face the clans below the dais and allowed time for anyone to speak, albeit he hoped no one would. He flicked his gaze to Jumpfox who was coddling his pride by the edge of the clearing; still boiling with anger, but not to the point he would risk another fight. Rabbitspring seemed content in staying silent, Bramblefang looked as weary as Jackdawstar felt, and Whiteflower busied herself by pulling at the grass sprigs. The Gathering was over. ”We’ve come to an end tonight. We shall return next moon.” He did not wait any longer before vaulting from the monster and landing beside his deputy. He wanted nothing more then to spring in leaps and bounds to flat stones to await Riverstrike’s appearance, but his work was not done yet.
”Thank you,” Jackdawstar lowered his head and whispered to Bramblefang earnestly, ”You really saved my tail by containing Jumpfox,” he added with a breathless hint of amusement. He was reminded once again of the reason he chose Bramblefang to be his deputy. While the tabby tomcat could be temperamental and fierce, he was loyal and fair. He would abide the code before he indulged his own selfish desires. As though he had been struck by a paw, Jackdawstar felt the world swirl around him; he was about to indulge in his own burning desire. He had full knowledge that every time his heart skipped when he thought of Riverstrike it was breaking the warriors code, but the thought of not meeting her hurt worse than the thought of disappointing his clanmates. The sudden apprehension searing his pelt must have been palpable as Bramblefang bent his head and blinked comfortingly.
”Why don’t you go and clear your head?” The tabby spoke softly, ”You did wonderfully tonight, a walk will do you good. I’ll get everyone back to camp, just don’t take long.” There was no way that Bramblefang could have an inkling as to the kind of relief that suggestion brought to Jackdawstar. He would not even have to think of an excuse to leave for flat stones. Once more, he felt remorse at the thought of taking advantage of Bramblefang’s considerate intuition. ”I appreciate that, Bramblefang.” A purr rumbled in his throat, ”No one could ask for a better deputy.” The elation from the praise reflected in Bramblefang’s green gaze and the tabby nodded his head determinedly before he moved to herd the RippleClan cats from the clearing. Jackdawstar waited until their stampeding paws were out of earshot before he allowed himself a quiet moment to think.
If he left now to meet Riverstrike his fate was set. There was no way he could then stop meeting her, he knew it. If he followed his clan, he would be able to forget his feelings no matter how long it would take… the crack of his heart solidified his answer. Picking up his paws, he moved at a quick pace through the undergrowth, the pain of his neck and the exhaustion that weighed his movements were forgotten as he kept his eyes focused intently ahead. His pace sped unconsciously, faster, and faster until he was pelting through the undergrowth, the embodiment glee. Would she be there? Waiting for him? Would he arrive first? The thrill of the answer sent wave after wave of exhilaration through every hair on his pelt. Flat stones were near the river, which HeronClan had to cross to attend the Gathering. Theoretically, she would pass them before he would. His excitement swallowed his concern and his heartbeat soared; however, he slowed his jovial steps as he came upon the flat stones. To draw attention to them now would be detrimental to meeting Riverstrike.
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 21, 2021 14:31:06 GMT -5
[ i'll get my response up tonight! I got my COVID vaccine on Friday (woohoo!) and I'm feelin a little under the weather from it, so I'm taking my days a little slower here. But the sun is out in Maine and it's a beautiful 56 degrees F (13 Celsius - nice and warm for us c: ) so I'll get to writing soon! ]
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Post by aether on Mar 21, 2021 16:24:12 GMT -5
[ oooh congrats on the vaccy! finally, the start of the end to a crazy year O.O but ye that's all good~ you take it easy
13C. bruh. i thought it's been COLD and it's 22C here the past few days xD (that's 71F). 13C... dang, we don't even usually get that on a winters day! that's freezing!
it has been raining the last few days, which i love, but it's also been flooding really bad in a lot of areas and basically australian weather is the worst and i REALLY REALLY want to see snow. so please smuggle me into maine xD ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 21, 2021 22:46:49 GMT -5
HERONCLAN
Oakstar, Riverstrike, Cedarpelt
The Gathering/Flatstones
aether Jackdawstar, RippleClan
And like that, the much anticipated gathering had come to a close. It was like the crowd had released a collective breath noe had been conscious of holding. Tensions had run inexplicably high today and all of the cats were relieved to have some respite. Still, however, dissatisfaction simmered amongst HeronClan's ranks. The main source of this resentment was Cedarpelt, who skulked away into the shadows along with the rest of his companions. The prideful tom's deep green eyes burned with rage, barely contained within him, threatening to erupt at any moment. A growl sat at the base of his throat, stuck in its place by disgruntled restraint. Most of his anger came from Oakstar's intervention. Cedarpelt hadn't been the one to bring claws into the mess - he would simply have been defending himself if Jumpfox had succeeded in starting a physical altercation. Why did she need to humiliate him so abjectly, and in front of all of his clanmates? He stole a quick look at his former mentor as she slithered down the old monster, stepping into stride with Heathersong, who quickly engaged her in conversation. The tortoiseshell molly didn't even look ruffled - in fact, she seemed calm, at peace, as if nothing of import had occurred tonight at all. Still, fear rose briefly in the tom's throat. Cloverfoot had reassured him in her matter-of-fact way that no cat would feel any animosity toward him or think any less of his character based on his actions, and especially not Oakstar. She agreed that he had been defending HeronClan's honor against a petulant accuser. And yet, the russet warrior could feel the embarrassed glances burning into his pelt as he disembarked the clearing. Even Larkstripe, who had been in cahoots with him the entire time, had rested a watchful gaze on him as the gathering had continued on after the near-fight. Indignation gathered within Cedarpelt, churning tumultuously in his belly. This feeling was followed by an unnatural sensation, one that gripped his heart with unbearable, searing pain - insecurity. He was worried about his reptutation, about his image, about his notoriety as a warrior. Would this experience completely delegitimize all he had worked for? Everything for which he had trained, toiled, and cultivated? His very being was on the line for him at gatherings like this. Repute was everything, and what had happened tonight - his reaction to Jumpfox, how he had let the tom get to him, get under his skin - had complicated his entire enterprise.
Ottercoat hurried over to Cedarpelt's side, his pace slowing a bit as a wave of angst hit him during the approach. Blinking against his friend's palpable emotion, the sleek brown tom cleared his throat. "Hey, uh... I think Dustfur, Finchtail, and I were going to take a shift on the night patrol," his words were hesitant, anticipating a fiery response from the arrogance and impervious warrior. Still, he pressed on. "D-Do you want to come with us? Maybe it'll help to, uh, get your mind...off of...tonight..." Ottercoat trailed off as Cedarpelt fixed an intolerant gaze onto him, his green eyes locking with the other tom's deep grey ones. The russet tom hung his head low, like a lumbering tiger moving through the forest. There was something severe about his position and how it communicated deep, unwavering intimidation. The message was clear, and the responsive silence was deafening. Ottercoat's ears flicked uncomfortably, fumbling slightly over his pawsteps. After a small gulp, he offered a blithe, feigned laugh. "Yeah, no I totally get it. Shouldn't have asked. May-maybed next time." And with that, the fellow warrior peeled off to join ranks with his friends, all of them gazing after Cedarpelt with morbid curiosity. After the tom had left. Cedarpelt scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes. As if a patrol would help right now... Mouse-brain. The russet warrior turned away from the crowd, making brief eye contact with his sister to say he would be back in a bit. Cloverfoot responded with a curt nod, knowing that he would be back at camp after a quick walk to clear his mind. And with that, Cedarpelt slipped into the undergrowth, the shadows closing around him.
Meanwhile, Riverstrike followed the throng of HeronClan cats as they filed out of the clearing. Her insides were buzzing with excitement; she was eager to depart from her clan and make her way to Flatstones. Logically, however, she knew she needed to be cunning about this. After all, Jackdawstar's valiant speech tonight invoked the importance of code and decorum. What they were doing tonight was strictly off-limits, and certainly contradictory to his words about mutual cooperation and understanding. The last thing she wanted was to undermine him by giving away the circumstances of their midnight rendezvous. And besides, she wanted to self-preserve. What good was it to tarnish her reputation as well? Her mind ran in circles the entire gathering, trying to find an effective, convincing way she would excuse herself from the group. Her situation was not ideal; the blue-grey warrior had just done a night patrol the evening before, and had filled her hunting quota for the day. Would a simple walk be so suspicious? She resolved not to overthink it. Her chest tightened as she slowed her pace, drawing in a breath to speak. "Hey, I think I might go to Flatstones just to clear my head," she sighed to Brooksong, who had been walking beside her. Panic fluttered briefly in her throat, but she pushed it away, keeping her pale blue gaze clear. She looked down at the ground, furrowing her brow a bit. "I don't know, something about tonight just... it just really got to me. I think I need to have some time alone. I'll be back at camp before sunrise, okay?" The silvery molly brushed her tail against her friend's side in an affectionate gesture, before turning heel. Riverstrike hadn't waited for a response before she made her exit. This was on purpose - the warrior had never done well with extensive questioning, and she was an unskilled liar. Any further inquiry from Brooksong would have certainly blew her cover. It was best to leave befre anything go to suspicious.
As soon as she left, whatever anxiety she had about being caught melted away. She was consumed instead by a deep sense of longing, her anticipation growing with every step she took toward Flatstones. They had already passed through the secluded spot on their way back to camp, so she was backtracking now. Surely Jackdawstar would have beaten her there, given that the area straddled the river and much of it spilled over onto RippleClan territory. Still, HeronClan always went near it on their return from gatherings. She could feel her heartbeat begin to race as the rush of the water became increasingly audible, indicating her nearness to the river. Flatstones interrupted the water's current, and the crystalline liquid poured gently through the small gaps between the slabs of slate grey rock. This created a sort of waterfall effect, although it was more of a series of steps down which the water rolled. It created a luxuriously beautiful scene, especially under the cold white glow of a full moon. Riverstrike slowed her steps as she reached their meeting place, gathering her body beneath her in a low crouch. She quieted her paws against the soft ground, hoping to muffle the sound of her presence in case any cat was nearby who could compromise her position. She perked her ears to listen for any sounds of company, opening her maw to catch a scent.
There! The sweet aroma of the RippleClan leader piqued her senses. Elation rushed through the silvery molly, making her legs feel weak for a brief moment. He was here! Just as they had promised. A small burst onto her narrow features as she emerged from the undergrowth, her eyes catching sight of Jackdawstar huddled on Flatstones. Her breath caught in her throat and momentarily she felt unable to breath. He looked regal and authoritative up on the elevated surface, his black form silhouetted in the moonlight's silver shine. His yellow eyes, like twin flames, glowed in the nighttime's darkness, emitting a haunting beauty that seized her heart. Still, she felt herself grinning with juvenile delight. Riverstrike bounded up on the slate stones, feeling the gentle coolness of their wet surface against her paw pads. "You made it! You actually came!" she laughed breathlessly. Her profound joy was clear in her bright voice, her pale blue gaze burning with unbridled euphoria. Her words registered and she recoiled gently, shuffling her paws a bit as she averted her gaze. "I mean, not that I thought you wouldn't... I just - well, I've never done something like this before. I guess it's all just very exciting... you know?" She raised her eyes to meet his, feeling once again a chill of attraction snake down her spine. Suddenly, she grew a bit serious, concern creeping into her blue eyes. "I'm so sorry about tonight. You handled everything so wonderfully. Are you alright?" Riverstrike's words were intensely sincere, indicating her deep care for the tom. She cocked her hed to one side, heart pounding as she waited for his answer.
[ Ugh, I would love to have your weather. But yeah, I guess the snow can be kind of a joy sometimes. We would gladly welcome you over here in ME! ^-^
Wow, I hope everyone is okay with the flooding! I'm also a big rain fan, but it's so cloudy and cold here all winter that I'm becoming more and more fo a sun bug each day xD
also, this river x jackdaw ish is gonna make me cry they're so cute ~ ] |
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Post by aether on Mar 22, 2021 5:16:40 GMT -5
"R-Riverstrike?!" Brooksong may as well have said nothing at all from the lack of response she received. She craned her neck to watch her blue friends shape be swallowed by the leafy tendrils of the undergrowth and an exasperated hiss escaped through clenched teeth as the molly narrowed her eyes, what in StarClan has gotten into her?! Mere sunrises ago Riverstrike would have been unbothered by the events of the Gathering. Well, Brooksong sighed, she would have been bothered... but why is she being so dramatic about it? It's not like anything was unexpected! She envisaged such erratic behaviors from Cedarpelt who'd stormed off on his lonesome, but Riverstrike was... so much more levelheaded. Furthermore, since when did Riverstrike need to go to Flatstones in order to clear her head? Was her nest not enough? Brooksongs nostrils flared with a sudden rush of indignation, her pelt prickled with an uncomfortable wave of bitterness, "Since when wouldn't she just talk to me about it?" She muttered to herself. Whatever was going on with her dearest friend, she hoped it would end soon. Lowering her head, Brooksong continued sullenly behind her clanmates and her mind wafted to the thought of Riverstrike's admiring gaze as she watched Jackdawstar and Oakstar reconcile the tempestuous argument. Surely, something strange was afoot... A cat a few paces ahead called her name and Brooksong lifted her chin to catch Cherrynose's icy blue eyes. "Coming!" Hastening her pawsteps, Brooksong felt comforted to walk alongside another friend, although as they spoke of their thoughts of the Gathering, she felt a gnawing supposition enclose her stomach.
[ Brooksong is gonna feel lonely and jealous that Riverstrike is drifting :C ]
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Tucking his paws under his chest, Jackdawstar rested atop one of the aptly named flatstones and felt strangely soothed by the cold exterior of the rock. After the heat of adrenaline, the cold stillness of the rocks aided in him returning to a sense of harmony. Behind him, the constant murmur of the water as it fought it's way through the jutting rocks filled his ears and drowned the remaining doubtful thoughts that conjured in his mind. Overhead, an owl was hooting consistently until it was replaced suddenly by the sound of beating wings; moving away from the waterside. Jackdawstar closed his eyes contentedly, basking in the peaceful sensations that merely existed around him. It was the sound of rustling shrubs that forced the tom to blink open his eyes, his head sweeped to investigate, and he found exactly what he was searching for.
As Riverstrike stepped into the moonlit clearing, Jackdawstar found himself swooning. His throat erupted into a loud, unrestrained purr and until she'd scaled the stones to reach him, his paws worked on the earth. They kneaded like a kit, expressing visually the pure bliss that he felt within his chest; it was not a gesture he'd done since he had been a kit. Her blue eyes sparkled like the moon-kissed river when his gaze met hers and he thought she was more perfect than any StarClan warrior - he felt complete in her presence. His throat continued it's contented vibrations when he spoke, causing the words to waver, "Of course I came." His face softened at her obvious bashfulness and even more-so at her next words. He stepped forward and brushed his muzzle against hers, the action tender, reflecting his momentary concern that if he touched her he would be woken from his dream. Instead, when he was close to her she stayed real and all that happened was he was able to take in her tantalizing scent clearer then ever before. It was real. "I know, this is - uh - very new for me too." He released his own breathless chuckle.
Stepping back, his face twisted with a sheepish smile and it was his turn to avert his gaze and shuffle his paws at her genuine question. Truthfully, he'd been concerned that she may have thought him to be too harsh or overpowering at the Gathering. While he did what was required to settle the tensions, he was never proud to have to speak to others so authoritatively. In his perfect world, everyone was honest and communicated peacefully. To hear her words - you handled everything so wonderfully - made his heart flutter with admiration and relief alike. "I'm fine," his voice was soft and benevolent, "I can't say that it was unexpected, honestly." He swept his tail in a gesture that invited Riverstrike to take his side where he, once more, settled with his stomach pressed on the rock. He was reminded once more of the fatigue that strained his muscles after so much stress though that was of little concern now. He struggled to take his eyes from Riverstrike's beautifully poised face; he would relish every heartbeat he spent with her tonight. "Jumpfox has been memorizing everything he wanted to say at the Gathering, I think," he added wistfully. "There was no way I could keep him from attending the Gathering, not without upsetting everyone. He is rash and hot-tempered, but he shares the opinion of many." A small sigh escaped his maw and he gave a short shrug. "I wish I could make him - everyone - happy but..." his voice trailed, the implication of his words clear. There was simply no way to make everyone happy no matter what he did. He was a leader, yes, but he held no StarClan-given powers.
He swayed his head slowly, "What about you? I hope you're okay after the Gathering, and I hope you got away from everyone without a fuss." The words were spoken with earnest reverence, it mirrored his expression. It felt odd asking if she'd left her clan without being noticed he realised once the words entered the atmosphere. It insinuated that there was reason to hide, and there was, but Jackdawstar willed silently for anything or anyone to simply see that he cared too deeply for Riverstrike to stay away. Why were the rules so cruel when all he wanted to do was listen to his own heart for once?
And hey, you are welcome to the Aussie east coast if ever you want more sun! There's plenty to go around! Except, I guess, right now since it's raining o.o
i know i'm just like PLEASE DON'T HURT THE POOR BABIES. they deserve to be happy :C but i am keen for things to progress and get messy too xD |
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 22, 2021 10:29:14 GMT -5
[ i would aaaaaabsolutely want to come to Australia, it's like my dream <3
oh yeah, definitely need some drama in there xD
Also noooo Brooksong baby :C I can totally see Riverstrike cracking under the teeeeniest tiniest amount of pressure, though so I think she'll find out soon. We could do a fun plot with Brooksong and another HeronClan cat?? I would love to branch out into the clans more and get more stokes in the fire, so to speak, between them. Kind of like a two-clan roleplay. Part of me kind of wants to have Oakstar and/or Larkstripe die/be killed, and then there's a scramble for who will lead.... Whatcha think?
I'll have my reply up later today!! ]
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Post by aether on Mar 22, 2021 17:37:34 GMT -5
[ It's kind of weird thinking Australia is a place people want to come to, but that's just because I live here xD It is a really nice country, just living an average life makes it seem plain lmao.
oooh yeah, if we did something with brooksong similarly to cloverfoot. doing everyone's story will be really fun and has endless potential! doing an apprentice plot at some point would be so cute Cx
i think that although brooksong wouldn't agree with what riverstrike is doing, she wouldn't turn against her friend. so the grand reveal would probably happen with... cedarpelt returning to camp, i guess lol.
oooooooooooooooh that would be crazy! did you have anything particular in mind? if they both died it would be a real scramble because no doubt there are a lot of cats who want to lead, but if it would just one or the other then it would be less of a scramble.
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 22, 2021 21:36:08 GMT -5
RIVERSTRIKE
Flatstones
aether Jackdawstar
The touch sent an overwhelmng rush of warmth through the blue warrior's body. Enveloped in his scent, Riverstrike felt her affection for Jackdawstar deepen. Her throat rumbled with an audible purr, offering a chary smile in response. The hesitance in thie gesture was endearing to the HeronClan warrior - it was clear the tom was trying to be well-mannered in every way he could, This tickled Riverstrike's heart and made her feel all the more comfortable in his compsny. As he began to speak, she listened intently to his every word, her pale blue gaze locked firmly with his yellow one. She had obliged his invitation, gathering herself in a comfortable laying position besides him on the slate formation. The rock felt cool against her belly ad pawpads as she settled. A slight wind danced through the region, carrying upon it the scents of the forest. The smell was alive, a conflagration of must and greenery, with the fresh undertones of riverwater. The heaviness of the air promised rain for the next day - indeed, clouds had begun to gather among the stars, though none had the constitution to shield the moonlight from washing down onto the pair. Nature's nightly spectacle, despite its astounding tranquil beauty, was not snag to trump Riverstrike's attention from the tom beside her. His voice - gentle and compassionate - fit right into peaceful evening soundscape. With him, the blue molly felt strangely at home. This was in spite of his identity as a rival, a foreigner, and, by all accounts, an enemy. But not for Riverstrike. Her heart yearned for him, for his company, for his humane view of life and peaceful designs for the world. It was a refreshing relief from the drudgery of her own life back in HeronClan. Her companions, though loyal, were on the whole entirely insufferable. Their haughiness and self-importance were suffocating. What Riverstrike wanred was expression, freedom, and creativity. She wanted a democratic lifestyle, characterized by empathy and understanding. It's what she had always wanted. Of course, cats like Brooksong gave her small doses of this. Although the tabby warrior had her proclivity toward hubris, she was deeply caring and morally upright. Indeed, she may be one of the only reasons Riverstrike survived as well as she did amongst her clanmates. A small pang of guilt slithered down her spine as she thought of the way she had left her friend. Brooksong was her closest compatriot, her oldest friend - Riverstrike knew he abrupt departure more than likely stung the molly. They were one another's confidants, and her imperviousness in that moment was no doubt alarming. She resolved ti apologize as soon as she arrived back at camp, but for now, trained her attention back on Jackdawstar.
She nodded slowly, sharing in his seemingly-futile sentiment. He was correct; there wasn't a way to make everyone satisfied, especially when the company they kept held such strong opinions and convictions. "I understand. As you know, we have one of our own like that as well," her usually soft voice dripped with noticeable disgust as she referenced Cedarpelt. She didn't want to even speak his name in the presence of the RippleClan leader, fearing the image of the russet-furred warrior would appear in her mind and take away from her moment here. "He's so deeply incorrigible, even we hardly know what to do with him." There was a twinkle of amusement in her voice, followed by a small snort of laughter. "But yes, I'm alright, thank you for asking." She trained her pale gaze onto the rushing water around them, absent-mindedly dipping one of front paws into the crystal depths. "I was able to leave alright. I don't think there will be too many questions when I return." After a brief return to her guilt over leaving Brooksong, the cool rush of the water further soothed her intrusive thoughts. she felt her muscles relax slightly, her heartbeat slow - she was growing accustomed to his presence, a good sign for what she hoped would be a next meeting between the two of them. Her ears flicked toward Jackdawstar, tugging her gaze from the river and back to him. Seriousness had formed in its depths. "I apologize for the way Cedarpelt acted tonight. I know it's not my transgression to apologize for, but I didn't like the way he spoke about you. It was unacceptable." Her words were followed by a heartbeat of silence, until she drew her paw from the current and pushed herself into a sitting position. Brightness returned to he disposition, a flash of joy brightening her gaze briefly. "Congratulations on Drizzlefur's kits!" her voice was full of elation as she tapped his shoulder affectionately with her tail. "You'll make such a lovely uncle. How are they getting on in camp?" The chanage in subject indicated her desire to avoid politics with him. Jackdawstar, she could tell, was so much more than a leader and diplomat. Riverstrike wanted to become acquainted with him as a cat, and she was excited to begin her excavation into his personality.
[ I'll do my cedar part next post - he's lurkin cx
wait yes! We should totally do an apprentice plot c: do you have any ideas?
I think we should definitely do something with brooksong and cloverfoot to make them happy.
Okay so i was actually thinking that - while cedar is gone - Larkstripe drowns in a flood and Oakstar makes Brooksong deputy. This makes the stakes of her knowing river and jackdaw's secret much higher with her new position, and created more drama for cedarpelt's return. What do you think? (i think it'll also be dramatic because oakstar will reveal that, even though everyone thought she would always pick cedarpelt. she has always found brooksong to be the more apt leader. what do you think??
for cloverfoot, we could do a little cutie romance or something. I think it would be fun to set Brooksong up with someone, too.... any thoughts on thatt?
We also have shadethorn in rippleclan to stir up some drama - he'll know too, and try to blackmail jackdawstar or something!! ] |
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 22, 2021 21:49:46 GMT -5
[ wait im also just now realizing that there are three songs in heronclan AND that I listed Kestrelwing as a tom and NOT a molly!
when I RP them i think i'll just to change Heathersong's name to Heatherflight and Rainsong's name to Rainberry xD for all intents and purposes, Kestrelwing is a she-cat lmfao im such a dummy i can't believe i just realized that! ]
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Post by aether on Mar 22, 2021 21:55:39 GMT -5
[ apprentice plot :thinking: perhaps we could work with an apprentice getting injured and it shakes up their life?
i would love a cutie romance that allows cloverfoot to come out of her shell! and for brooksong, perhaps someone that vibes with her ebb and flow lol. i love the idea of brooksong becoming a deputy, too! and she hates cedarpelt so it'll be kind of like 'IN YOUR FACE' when he returns. i'm trying to think of some solid drama-romance plots that are different to be able to keep it interesting for them.
instead of the fire, we can do the flood. rippleclan could still need to evacuate and rely on heronclan, while heronclan loses their deputy and drama ensues?
shadethorn  he can start to notice as jackdawstar disappears more and more often. or during the time the clans are together, he gets suspicious of jackdawstar and riverstrike. perhaps he uses it as leverage to try and become deputy and leader himself?
i won't be able to post my reply until later but i love spitting out ideas lol
edit ;; all good haha, i'll change that up in the allegiances xD ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 22, 2021 22:12:57 GMT -5
[ I really like that idea!! especially when all the clans have to come together. It would be cute to have all of the apprentices become like cutie friends during their time together in HeronClan camp - despite the fact that Thistlepaw is rabidly pro-HeronClan lmao xD But i really really like the idea of a life-changing injury!
I agree. I was going to suggest that cedarpelt and brooksong start a little fling, but I truly do not think that will vibe xD besides, I like a good cedarpelt x sofie mix because he's a prejudiced little sucker and i want to see him overcome his elitism hahaha
I'm trying to think of cats that would vibe with brooksong.. Honestly her and Stonepelt would probably get along, if she's straight or bi! if not, her and cherrynose could be fun, too ^^ whatever your thoughts are. I am also always willing to make more cats, too!
oh wait, yeah, we can totally do a fire! I actually think that would be more dramatic and fun. Larkstripe can die in that, too, anyway, so xD
THAT'S what i was thinking with shadethorn - I was thinking he could blackmail jackdaw into removing bramble as deputy (esp. after their cutie moment at the gathering and obvious friendship) and get it for himself, despite his ABSOLUTE UNFITTEDNESS for the position
no, no worries at all! i love plot planning. I think this could be a really fun pair of clans to explore
edit: I'm getting sad for Kestrelwing her kits just even THINKING about larkstripe dying lol ]
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Post by aether on Mar 22, 2021 22:37:43 GMT -5
[ I love the idea of one of Rippleclan's apprentices becoming friends with Thistlepaw. Doesn't have to be romantic, but like she spends the time mocking the other apprentices and being aggressive while say Brindlepaw is like 'don't be so uptight' and adds a little humour into it. An apprentice adventure would be super wholesome, though if it ends in injury, it will shake them.
Brooksong would eat Cedarpelt alive xD The difference with her and Sofie I think most notably is that Sofie can take Cedarpelt's behaviour and work with him, while Brooksong just deflects and despises. I hadn't thought much about who she would be attracted too. Could be cute if she kind of discovers she likes Cherrynose and undergoes that kind of journey. So it would be more of a slow-burn. Word of warning, I've never RPed fxf though I imagine it's just the same as RPing mxf except... they're both ladies xD So I'd be down for that!
Fire sounds good!
Omg Bramblefang nooooo. I think that would be great! Then when Shadethorn gets what he wants honestly there would be nothing stopping him from trying to dethrone Jackdawstar, honestly.
While we are on the topic of plotting, do you think Riverstrike would go to RippleClan? There's only kind of the options of breaking up, her joining RippleClan, him joining HeronClan (which is a lot more difficult since he is a leader), or them just ditching the clans altogether which is also difficult.
Sorry Kestrelwing, we have DRAMA to incite xD]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 22, 2021 22:49:45 GMT -5
[ I also wasn't imaagining anything romantic with the apprentices either. I thought a cutie little friend group would be fun. I like the idea of the injury shaking things up - they could wander near a bluff or something, and one of them falls. Or, maybe, one can have an eye poked out by a heron prophecy vibes????? o.o during a fun adventure. Regardless, I imagine them going through their warrior ceremonies together in camp with all of the clans together <3 how fun would that be!!
I also have never RPed fxf hehehe but I think your idea is probably right! xD We could explore it, and see where it takes us. Cherrynose is also very headstrong, so they'd make a good pair regardless of the kind of relationship they're in. Stonepelt is quiet, serious, and professional - think like career military man lol could be an interesting vibe.
I love a good Tigerclaw/star situation with Shadethorn c:< evil! I also have never really RPed a truly dastardly cat. Only Cedarpelt, who's just kind of loser hothead lmao. So I am excited to try it out!
Oh yeah, I meant to talk about that but forgot! I totally imagine her going to RippleClan. Besides, she really seems to hate HeronClan anyway, and this is a good out xD I also wanted to get your thoughts... should she fall pregnant or something later in the plotline? Or is that just too much? something my brain was playing with the ither day, and i don't know how i feel about it o.o we'd need a medicine cat to be a total homie with that though xD ]
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Post by aether on Mar 22, 2021 23:10:22 GMT -5
[ Prophecy vibes omg If one of them injures their eye they would still be able to do warrior things, if one breaks a leg or something they might be forced to change careers; something we can play with. The apprentices will be super fun fluff, look forward to it. Would they be the first generation to actually like the other clan since they are forced to live together for a while? xD
If Brooksong was bi I love the idea of her actually having a crush of Riverstrike without even realizing it, but that's part of the reason she stays so loyal and gets a bit jealous ;~; Honestly, we can see how it goes. See where our imaginations take us. I feel like she would definitely need someone to reel her in when she gets a bit 'too much'.
I've also never RPed the bad guy before! Next bad guy I'd be happy to do xD
I like the idea of her joining RippleClan Cx It does seem like she'll fit in lol. Jackdawstar's biggest dream is to have a lil' family so I would love for that to happen. I feel like it should be the end of their 'arc', so they go through everything that happens with the secrets, lies, and Shadethorn, then when everything settles they get their happy little ending. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT, if it happens when she is still in HeronClan it'll raise many questions. River and Jackdaw are quite sensible though. ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 22, 2021 23:25:03 GMT -5
[ omg xD honestly, it's fun to think that they would be the next generation that could carry the clans into a democratic age, that faces some external threats like rogues or travelers. Something we could also st up, depending on how long we take this thing!
If Brooksong was bi and had a secret crush on Riverstrike without knowing my heart would simply burst. I love that idea! I like the idea of taking that one slow, letting her settle into the deputy position and see who she likes.
Let's get you a bad guy! Bad guys for all! C:< Speaking of bad guys, here's a thought I just had... so Cedarpelt comes back to the clans with Sofie and has to settle into that weirdness. What if Cedarpelt, Bramblefang, and JUMPFOX have to conspire to kill/exile Shadethorn to stop his tirade against Jackdawstar? Think of that character arc for all of them! (also, goofy... poor Bramble would have to play middleman the entire time xD)
I love rive and jackdaw i want them to have their little family with their perfect little kits and their perfect little family values >:0
Also, I'm really excited to get into this Sofie x Cedar stuff. I kind of have this obsession with him becoming a totally changed cat, although I know it's not possible. But you know what I mean? Like he falls head over heels obsessed with Sofie and then spends the rest of his life doing everything to please her bc he's a simp because he finally found someone who cares about him, eevn through his stupidity and nonsense C: ]
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Post by aether on Mar 22, 2021 23:42:20 GMT -5
[ I'll take this thing 'til I'm 97 years old. Ride or die RippleClan x HeronClan xD
I love that. I'M EXCITED Y'KNOW IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I DID A SOLID RP xD I won't get too ahead of myself though. A future of the two clans having a symbiotic relationship and an outside force testing the boundaries would be cool.
Okay that's canon xD Brooksong sucks at understanding her emotions but she has feelings for Riverstrike. She moves to be more career-driven when she is named deputy, and one day... romance finally finds her. *Swoon*.
Yes! I love that idea! Jackdawstar is getting manipulated and threatened by Shadethorn and there isn't much he can do, so the unlikely trio swoop in and save the day to literally everyone's surprise. That would be amazing. Perhaps they exile him, give the opportunity for Shadethorn drama after that.
I want to see simp Cedarpelt. I can't wait to RP Sofie with him. She likes to please others but is headstrong in her own right; Cedarpelt will soon find she won't tolerate being bossed around. She will certainly tolerate him being amusingly reluctant to be nice, because that's just funny to watch.
All this planning got me so hyped to RP more. *glares at assignments* ]
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Post by aether on Mar 23, 2021 7:49:54 GMT -5
Shamefully, Jackdawstar was reassured to see that he wasn't the only one infuriated by Cedarpelt's egocentric tendencies. Riverstrike needn't to mention the russet and white tom for his image to flash into Jackdawstar's mind. At the same time... an amused purr rumbled in the black toms throat as Riverstrike's countenance moved with obvious distaste; something about the way her emotions flared so expressively captivated his heart. All the same, he nodded quietly to reaffirm he was listening to every word she spoke. "I'm glad I'm not the only one at a loss," he commented, his tone gladdened by her laughter. His nose crinkled instinctively as her paw dipped into the water with such nonchalant ease. He made an effort to tuck his tighter to his chest where they would be dry. He resumed his intent attention to her every word, giving listening cues such as nods and whisker flicks. Given the chance, he would stay there until the sun rose just to enjoy her talking. While her gaze was fixed on the memorizing crystal surface of the river, his were locked on her. When their gazes did interlock once more he gave a small, humble shake of his head, gratitude was clear in the glimmer of his gaze, but he felt no need to fill the silence after with words.
The disappearance of her warmth by his side was salient and it was hard for Jackdawstar to avoid feeling disappointment, however that feeling quickly diminished when she spoke once more. His face brightened ecstatically at the mention of his sister and her kits and a purr rippled in the air. "They're great!" He pushed himself up to a seated position and puffed his chest proudly. A different kind of pride from that of the stereotypical HeronClan warrior, Jackdawstar's gaze was full of love and dedication when he thought of his three nephews and one niece. "Breezekit is exactly like her mother, she's already bossing her three brothers around," through his purr sounded a chuckle of delight. "Shrikekit is exactly like Shrikepaw, too. He is already so smart, I think he's taken a liking to Whiteflower and they aren't even a full moon yet." Jackdawstar tilted his head upwards to stare at the sparkling stars above, the mention of his lost littler mate - Shrikepaw - disrupted wistful emotions in his chest. However, his smile was still plastered onto his maw despite the poignant glistening in his yellow eyes. It had been many moons since Shrikepaw had succumbed to greencough, a sickness that had almost taken Jackdawstar when he an apprentice too. It was often he dreamed of a timeline where things had been different and Shrikepaw had lived. "Tumblekit and Swiftkit are hardly containable, Drizzlefur says. That's why Breezekit is so determined to make them behave."
Bringing his attention back to the beautiful blue she-cat at his side, Jackdawstar felt his ears heat with a sudden bashfulness. It was not often he shared such raw emotion in the presence of others, he'd become so accustomed to hiding doubts and insecurities in favour of not seeming weak to his clanmates. It was refreshing to feel safe enough in her company to do so. Leaning forward, he gave her shoulder a playful nudge with his nose. "What has brought you joy recently?" He mirrored her desire to keep the subjects light and relevant to understanding her personality more deeply. "Perhaps you caught the fattest toad in all of your clan?" While it would have been a jab if a RippleClan warrior spoke to a HeronClan warrior in such a way, Jackdawstar's intent was clearly meant as a jest. He laughed joyously at the thought and watched her, every movement or gesture he made fueled by his agitated bliss.
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 24, 2021 10:13:31 GMT -5
[ sorry i didn't make it on yesterday! been a busy bee the past few days - i'll reply tonight!
I also haven't had a sustained RP in a loooong time. I'm excited to keep this one going - I feel attached already :'3 HeronClan x RippleClan or die.
I can't wait start developing these stories more!! Maybe we should brainstorm some prophecies for Drizzlefur's kits or the apprentices or even Jackdaw and River's kits, if you're into that sort of thing?? I think it could be a cool wya to mirror the books in some sense. Let me know ur thoughts ~ <3 ]
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 24, 2021 16:01:42 GMT -5
RIVERSTRIKE
Flatstones
aether Jackdawstar
Riverstrike listened to the RippleClan leader with great attention, tipping her head slightly to one side in interest. She felt her heart swell with an affectionate warmth as she watched the tom pour over his new expanding family. The way he spoke about each kit with such intimacy and care was endearing. A small purr rumbled in the base of her throat at his words, sharing a light chuckle here and there as he described their already-budding personalities. The blue warrior softened at the mention of Jackdawstar's late sibling, Shrikepaw. Although she herself had only been an apprentice then, she remembered well the young brood coming down with a devestating case of greencough. At that time, the illness had spread quite rapidly throughout both clans - it was the same epidemic that had claimed Morningleaf, Sorrelclaw's first mate. If it hadn't been for the very senior warrior's death, it was very likely Riverstrike would not have known about Jackdawstar and his sibling's own illness. Oakstar was Oakstream then, a deputy under Fawnstar, and Cedarpelt her ever-so-loyal apprentice. She remembered her first Gathering, hearing about the tragic loss of the young RippleClan life. Although Jackdawstar had not been present - for he, too, was ill - she remembered thinking about his long-haired black form that night, searching for him in the crowd. It wasn't often apprentices interacted, except for at Gatherings. Things had been more peaceful then, although tensions between the clans were in their perpetually inflamed state. An empathetic wistfulness grew in her chest. Surely the young leader would be imagining al alternate universe, one in which StarClan had not so prematurely taken his littermate from him. The silver warrior also found within her a spark of jealousy, despite the sorrow that defined this situation. She herself had no littermates - her mother, now in StarClan herself, had only been able to have her. It was a miracle she was born, really, given her mother's significant difficulty in falling pregnant. Brooksong had become a surrogate sister to her when she was a kit, and the thought of losing her dearest, most trusted companion sent a cold shiver down her spine. She gently ran her tail down his side in a gesture of comfort, wordlessly communicating her acknowledgment of Shrikepaw.
Throughout all of this introspection, however, Riverstrike maintained her attention on Jackdawstar. Her eyes shone bright with a smile as he concluded, laughing softly at the mention of Breezekit's bossiness. His gentle nudge only intensified her joy. Normally, she would have bristled at the comment about toads - it was a familiar jab that RippleClan warriors commonly slung at their neighbors to indicate the assumed lesser-quality of their prey in the marsh, but Jackdawstar's employment of the term didn't seem to bother her. In fact, she appreciated its unprecedented usage in a lighthearted manner. "Breezekit seems like my kind of company," she purred, commenting on the young cat's expressed sassiness. "I think we'd probably get along. They all seem absolutely perfect - how couldn't they be, with such a strong and caring family?" Her words were genuines - she had met Drizzlefur once or twice at Gatherings and on patrols before she was pregnant. She enjoyed the molly's self-assuredness, although they weren't well acquainted and often found themselves implicated in their clans' animosities toward one another. Riverstrike trailed off, losing herself in thought briefly. Jackdawstar's question was a good one - what had been bringing her joy lately? She blinked against the inquiry, truly at a loss. A silence opened up between them for mere heartbeats, but it felt like moons to the blue warrior.
She turned to face him, her pale blue eyes full of self-aware confusion under a slightly furrowed brow. "In all honesty, I don't know," she admitted candidly, shaking her head briefly from side to side. She shuffled her paws kicking some pebbles into the rushing current. "It's not that I haven't been joyful," she quickly clarified, the words tumbling unceremoniously from her mouth. She would hate to appear ungrateful in front of her new companion. "I think I'm mainly just in a little bit of a waiting game for....something to happen, I guess." The lithe silver molly perked up a bit as she thought of something, though she maintained her awareness of her rather boring life. "Soon, the kits in our clan will be apprentices. Oakstar has been pretty clear that I would be in line to train one of them, which is exciting, albeit not much." Riverstrike laughed gently. "Although, between you and me, I'm hoping I get assigned to Lilykit - she's a funny little kit, but has a good heart and a mild temper. A rarity in our ranks." Her words sounded almost...yearning, an indication of a larger desire. Really, these talks about kits and expanding families and connection were bringing out Riverstrike's deep-seated desire for affection and love. Her mother had passed when she was young, and she didn't get to meet her father. For her entire life, the molly had been an island, sustained only by Brooksong and the other warriors in her clan. She found fulfillment in their company, there was no doubt - but she had always craved more. A deeper sort of relationship. On top of that, she felt ideologically isolated from her fellow warriors. Her disposition, although respected, was not commonly shared among them. It had been a sort of lonely existence, in all honesty. More than anything, Riverstrike wished to be someone important to somebody. Not by the way of friendship or rank, but by connection. By love. And that feeling was palpable in her words, even if she didn't know it.
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Post by aether on Mar 24, 2021 17:49:58 GMT -5
[ thats all good!! ^-^
A prophecy would be dope! Maybe there could be a prophecy where (guess where I am getting my inspiration from here lmao) they need to find a new home. Or maybe there's a prophecy about like... a great divide? Not sure what exactly but just throwing out buzz words now xD A great divide or an unfinished battle or StarClan's silence.
(I hopefully will get my reply up soon, before work!) ]
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Post by aether on Mar 24, 2021 19:30:17 GMT -5
The touch that lingered down his spine visibly relaxed the tom, a testament to the strong emotion that Riverstrike's mere existence aroused. Staring at her now, admiring the feminine sounds of her laugh, he wondered why he hadn't realised before just how much she made him feel... alive. Of course, most notably, their opposing birthrights forced them to assume their paths would only cross during Gatherings and border patrols. Even so, Jackdawstar always had a spark of attraction towards the HeronClan warrior - her elegant air and entrancing eyes had always been a source of admiration when he'd been a warrior. However, Jackdawstar - then Jackdawheart - had been enveloped in his own desire to prove himself a worthy deputy, a lifestyle that left no room for forming such a close attachment with another cat. Blinking at her with eyes as bright as two suns, Jackdawstar felt a tendril of deep adoration weave around his heart, no matter how long it took for them to reach this point, he was chuffed they had. She charged into his life at a time when he needed an emotional connection, for he no longer had Drizzlefur to rely on, and his clan needed him to maintain his strong-willed demeanor in order to feel safe. Here, on the chilling stones, beside Riverstrike's warm flank, with the sound of the river pulsing in his ears, his spirit felt revitalized. There were no words to express the immense satisfaction he felt.
Abruptly, Jackdawstar felt diffident by the genuine praise she spoke not only about Breezekit, but about the family. He purred through the praise, so unused to accepting compliments, and shrugged his shoulders with feigned nonchalance. "They are great kits, I can't wait to see them grow." To watch them grow, become apprentices, and then warriors would bring Jackdawstar an insurmountable wave of joy. More then anything for himself, he wanted to provide those he loved with peaceful, happy lives.
A flicker on concern notably crossed the toms countenance during the short silence, and even more so to her lackluster response. He brought his tail around to rest comfortinly beside her own, embracing it, and displaying the simple fact that he was attentive to her sudden shift in emotion. Perceptive to her feelings yet content to let her express them freely. Admittedly, without the news of Drizzlefur and her kits Jackdawstar would have been without news to share - talking about how prey was running or chatter of the increased political tension was all he would have offered otherwise. "A quiet life is a peaceful life," he commented optimistically in reference to waiting, though he perked his ears when she continued. "That's great! Of course that's exciting," he chuckled, "An apprentice will keep you on your toes - Lilykit sounds like she'll be a perfect fit for you. Any clan could use cats with good hearts, especially if those good hearts have been nurtured by someone like you." A blush seeped heat over Jackdawstar's face as he uttered the compliment, yet his gaze was unwavering. He was noticeably careful on how he spoke regarding HeronClan and RippleClan, while he did have his own animosity with the rival clan he didn't want that to be reflected in his relationship with Riverstrike. The constant reminder they were breaking the warrior code weighed on the tom despite the fact he vehemently tried to ignore it in preference of savouring the time he was able to spend with her.
"It definitely gives you a sense of purpose being able to look after someone," he mused softly, tilting his head as he became lost in a cloud of thought, "A clan is a family whether you are related or not, having an apprentice is passing a baton of skill and knowledge that you yourself learned from your mentor. Everything we do now is a reflection of what our ancestors did many moons ago... so that's why I think having an apprentice is important," a sure nod ended the statement. The tom's lips upturned kindly and he turned his eyes to stare over the river, in the darkness of the night he couldn't see the reeds on the other side but he imagined there. "You'll do amazing," the words of confidence were soft; almost lost on the cool breeze that lifted from the water. It was like the words slipped out unconsciously - his thoughts were full of adoration, so full to the point they had no where else to go but enter the world.
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Post by parisiansteve on Mar 24, 2021 19:32:18 GMT -5
[ you're good! take your time <3
i love the idea of a new place to live (those books were some of my favorites :3) but StarClan's silence is suuuuuper intriguing to me. i think it would be fun to have those next set of apprentices be involved in it - then someone can get injured on the journey or something? or MAYBE it can be river and jackdaw's kits way down the line? o.o now i'm getting excited!
I'll have my reply up later tonight, with Cedarpelt's part in it! ^^ i have some assignments due coming up so i have to get a lot of those out of the way tonight, but I'll be ready to write later for sure ]
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Post by aether on Mar 25, 2021 3:20:39 GMT -5
[ Let's just keep troubling River and Jackdaw by having their kits be part of the prophecy xD They finally settle with their happy lil' life and then it's like 'aw man drama? again? bruh'.
We could mix the two ideas of leaving + StarClan's silence. I'm just throwing out random thoughts so lemme know what you think:
One of the kits, now apprentices (or young warriors whatever we feeling) has a dream where they are surrounded by eerie blackness. In front of them is a tunnel of light and they hear voices calling to them but whenever they try to run and listen the tunnel neither moves further away or comes closer. They are stuck in darkness, alone. A voice, distant and hardly understandable, says "................." I don't know what it says but something about how they need to find StarClan again, or leave their home, I don't know Cx
This dream could maybe just happen to one of the kits (and the others tag along for the journey due to kinship) but another cat in HeronClan ALSO has the same dream.
All good! Assignments are poopy but important so get those bad bois done! xD ]
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he can start to notice as jackdawstar disappears more and more often. or during the time the clans are together, he gets suspicious of jackdawstar and riverstrike. perhaps he uses it as leverage to try and become deputy and leader himself?
