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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 25, 2021 11:07:29 GMT -5
Tragedy is in our blood, the very thing that makes us.
Tragedy is in our bones, with every step, it breaks us.
Tragedy is in our souls, in the dark it awaits us.
Tragedy ties me to you, all that we've been through, Now hurry dear, for it won't be long, until nothing's left to lose.
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 25, 2021 12:30:21 GMT -5
![](https://i.imgur.com/19oByRT.png) Our Story.
We are the irredeemable, forced to repent for crimes we didn't commit. We are the shadows at the corner of your eye, familiar always just out of reach. We are the lost left to wander, with a flickering chance to find out way home.
After the shadows of the dark forest die, they are not lost forever. They are reborn in our shadowed home, where they live a life of unending terror. One day they could have everything, the next day you awake with nothing, your loved ones, your health, your clan. Nothing is ever safe. We are StormClan, but even the fate of that is uncertain, for exactly how much longer we have left is an ever uncertain fact.
Death is an old friend, who has always made a great game of toying with us.
You will never remember the crimes you once committed, but you will pay for them, day after day after day.
Torn between StarClan who long ago lost faith in our redemption, and the Dark Forest who treat us as toys at best, an pawns in a great game at worst. Our Clan has never had a choice in the fate we have been forced to suffer.
But finally we might have the choice to change the way our stars are written. And finally find our way into the light once again.
Our Rules. 1. Literacy.
This story is going to potentially get fairly dark, and explore some interesting themes. Ideally, joiners will be able to join in with that plot to the fullest. As such, I would ask that anyone who wishes to join please be reasonable literate, i.e. a minimum of five lines per post. I'm sorry, I'm just really excited for this plot, and don't want to lose muse for it because I struggle to respond.
2. Joining.Ideally please initially join with at least two characters, one of each gender, there will be no maximum amount of cats allowed, but try to keep everyone involved.
3. Behaviour.
Be kind to each other, help one another out, offer someone your spare kidney, etc. It's site for roleplaying cats, its fairly simple.
4. Realism. I prescribe to the idea if its a cool thing, I'll allow it. Most of my names aren't necessarily the most realistic, so if you want a little artistic license more power to you. I'll ask the line be drawn at telepaths and rainbow eyes.
5. Roleplaying.
This plot won't necessarily have main characters, everyone can get involved and its a clan where plenty of backstory and tragedy is more than welcome. If reading about every cat breaks my heart, all the better as far as I'm concerned. My one request would be don't powerplay, and don't ignore anyone else. Run things by me before joining, but if I think it's interesting more likely than not I'll welcome it.
6. Credit.
The idea for this clan spans mostly from the story I have no mouth, and I must scream by Harlan Ellison, check it out if your of age and haven't recently eaten, mixed with warrior cats lore and a few ideas of my own. Everything unless stated beneath here is made by me. I'm really looking for dividers and headers, so if you're any good at that kind of thing please say I'd love some help!
Joining FormFill out a character and personality description in the form of what is currently on the allegiances, ideally at least 5 lines long, but no problem if its much longer. Be as descriptive as you fancy. Write a short book if you want, but I won't mind if you prefer to draw out in roleplay. I do reserve the right to request changes before accepting anyone, but I won't be horrible about it.
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 25, 2021 12:47:39 GMT -5
![](https://i.imgur.com/sSgeHsB.png) Leader.
Parhelionstar. Unbreakable no matter how the world threatens him, he will not bow even before the mightiest wind. This is a tom who has earned his position with his claws and fangs, and is more than willing to keep it the same way. He is good with his tongue, and compromises when necessary, but never forget how he suffered to get where he is. Stoic and silent, he isn't an approachable cat, less a free spirit more a try and stop me if you can. This is a cat who is rarely seen still, like lightning in that is always moving, always something on his mind, something to fix, something to see, something to save. He has lost too much in his life, and if he gets it in his head that he can stop that happening again, he will break every bone in his body to do it. A large tom, his coat is the colour of a brewing storm. So dark grey in places it almost seems pitch black in the right lighting, but up close it bursts to life with shades of lighter and darker greys, a swirling maelstrom of of monotone shades. His eyes challenge that norm, a dark amber so powerful the sun would bow before its brightness. This warrior is one of few cats to journey into the Unending Mist and return with his life in tact. In the early days of his leadership, his daughter went missing. He followed her scent and was gone nearly half a moon, his deputy on the brink of declaring him dead, when Parhelionstar limped back into camp. So starved he might have been thought gone a season, and his daughter clamped between his jaws, alive but only just. Both survived the ordeal, but the tom has never been quite the same since. Deputy. Words.
Medicine Cat. Words. Medicine Cat Apprentice. Words.
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 25, 2021 12:55:13 GMT -5
![](https://i.imgur.com/sSgeHsB.png) Senior Warriors.
Mothwillow. An older shecat, she has seen and done it all, and like many in her clan has lost a lot along the way. She is the definition of been through hell and come out the other side smiling, and will never take her pain out on others no matter how much it hurts. She is a mother's love when an apprentice is crying, a shoulder to weep on when everything seems lost, and the candle that burns brightest on the darkest of nights. But she has a darker side, and will do anything to keep what she has safe from harm, to the point of losing herself to it. She is an aged warrior with aching bones, and the medicine cat has suggested an early retirement to her more times than she cares to admit. Her eyes have deteriorate with her age, and she doesn't quite have the same amount of wit to her as she once did. But her heart survives it all, and even in death, her kindness isn't something that would fade easily. Her coat is that of a dilute tortoiseshell, though as she's aged the colours have grown a little duller. Her eyes are a kind, dark blue colour, the clear lake on a sunlit day.
Warriors. Duskmist, An average sized she-cat Duskmist only looks larger because of the abundance of fur she has. She is a mostly white calico cat, her orange and black show up mainly on her face and ears. Her eyes are blue and her whiskers are longer than normal. Duskmist is a ball of fire, she does everything to the fullest no matter what it is. She is full of passion and doesn't know how to give up. She is about as strong willed as they come, once her mind has been set that is it. Ever since she almost lost her mate and daughter she has been a little over protective of the two. Flamepelt, a ginger tabby tom with a lighter tan chest and belly. He has rich green eyes and a large, muscular body, perfect for combat. Flamepelt often looks on edge, his ears perked up and his eyes alert, as if something could happen at any moment. He used to be a more jovial and humorous cat, taking much pride in his abilities to protect those around him. that was, until his brother was killed. Now he is much more cautious of his relationships with others, unwilling to expose himself to more loss and pain. His eyes tell a story he can't recall and he'd rather it stay that way. Better to forget the ills of the past than continue to live in them.
Fire the Watcher of the vale
Snowwhisker, A thin, pitch-white she-cat, Snowwhisker often has a habit of sneaking up on cats. She has eerie blue eyes that always seem searching. She is often absentminded and seems to drift off in thought, as well as extremely sacrificial. She'll throw herself into danger, unflinching, unyielding and uncaring for her own well-being. Once upon a time, she had a dream of mate and kits, but her dreams turned to nightmares as she watched both her son and her mate fall victim to an unknown illness. She often finds herself reminiscing about days past, contemplating what could have been and wishing it had been her instead. Apprentices. Alpinepaw,
A fluffy white she-cat with darker silver stripes on her face, legs, and tail. She has orange on the bridge of her nose and pale blue eyes. She is bright cat and always ready to learn and explore. This is what got her in a lot of trouble when she was really young. The she-cat had found her way out of camp on her own and wandered into the Unending Mist, she only made it back thanks to her father but she wasn't fully the same. She won't go anywhere near the mist and has a deep fear of small spaces. Her curiosity remains but she is very cautious about it. You won't catch her admitting to any of that, she'll just casually avoid putting herself in those situations. inky
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 25, 2021 12:58:10 GMT -5
![](https://i.imgur.com/sSgeHsB.png) Queens and Kittens.
Elders. None currently.
StarClan and the Dark Forest. I shall add more as we go, short, book style forms are fine for this.
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 25, 2021 13:19:05 GMT -5
![](https://i.imgur.com/i5GYyNz.png) Territory.
A wind plagued strip of moorland, beside a thick forest. 'Home' isn't much to look at, and only just allows us to survive. There appears to be no set seasons, one day it could be burdened with exhausting heat, and the next we are up to our ankles in unending snow. It keeps us on our toes, and we are rarely able to trust our own senses. A small river links the north to the east, cutting off a portion of rocky terrain beyond the moors, further than that is the Unending Mist, where very few dare to approach.
The Unending Mist: you'd be forgiven for thinking this was an occasional weather phenomenon, but it is something much darker. It is an all consuming mist that never ends no matter how far you journey. Well in truth it might do, but no one's survived to get that far. Or at least, no one who came back in time to share the tale.
The River: a great, fast flowing river that even the strongest of swimmers would struggle to cross without drowning. Fishing is possible here, if a little difficult. A small set of stepping stones are found at the corner of our land, but it only takes a little absent mindedness before you realise your own feet are covered in water, and the tide seems to be rising.
The Meadow: here even twolegs could be swallowed by the grass and lost to its mysteries, where you could forget the sight of your own face reflected in the pondwater. Mice and squirrels inhabit the long grasses, thus hunting here is often fruitful. But as with everywhere, you should be careful of where you step.
The Garden: a meadow carefully crafted by the medicine cats, though the wildflowers that grow here seem colourless, they carry the same uses as a land you can't quite remember. The area is pretty enough, though a little difficult for hunting.
The Barren Woodland: though thick with trees, they rarely bare leaves. The few that do are central to the woodland and clearly very old. Winding branches spanning across the sky until it blocks the sun from sight, when you get here, even if you arrived only in the early morning, you'd be convinced its midnight and be drawn into an irresistible sleep. Its a great hunting place, but care is advised when coming close, as there is always someone in the shadows, watching and waiting for you.
The Foothills: on the opposite side of the territory to camp, the land becomes hilly and covered in rocks. The foothills of that area is where the Clan make their camp, and is the place best sheltered from the often relentless wind.
The Canyon: believed to one be a river before it went dry. Camp was once here, before we discovered that it wouldn't always remain a dry riverbed and many of us drowned due to that event. Bats live in the caves, and snakes occasionally venture the rocky riverbed.
The Catacombs: a twoleg term appropriated for our own purposes, deep passages that run beneath the clan. Here we bury our fallen clanmates, as it is one of few places on the territory that the stars can't find us. Here we hope the ones we lose can finally find some semblance of peace. Even here you aren't completely safe, however, as there will always be voices here, reminding you of a past you will never remember.Camp. The rocky foothills of the northern hills are where StormClan make their homes. A small spring curves through the territory, and fish can occasionally be found in its shallow waters.
Leader's Den: a rock juts out from the landscape, and a pair rocks have been propped either side of it to create a den. It is fit for purpose, if not a little ugly looking.
Medicine Cat Den: a dip in the earth, thick ivy and moss has been crafted to cover its ceiling to create a comfortable shelter.
The Main Den: for lack of space in camp, the warriors, apprentices and elders share a great den. A shelter built into the hillside itself, relatively warm and the most spacious part of camp.
The Nursery: a hollow stump of what was once a might oak tree has been repurposed to create a den for the queens and their kittens.
Relationships. Mentor + Apprentice, Mate <3 Mate = Kits.
??? + ??? = Parhelionstar.
??? + ??? = Mothwillow. Parhelionstar + ??? = at least one kit of apprentice age, please say if you'd like them! More welcome as is a mother.
You don't need lenghty family trees in your form, but if you are open to having family in clan, please say and I'll advertise that here!
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 25, 2021 13:20:41 GMT -5
A slightly weird clan, but one I've put a lot of effort into. Please join if you fancy!
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 25, 2021 18:28:48 GMT -5
Bump?
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 26, 2021 10:33:06 GMT -5
![](https://kittentoob.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/04/Norwegian-Forest-Cat-1-750x426.jpg) Parhelionstar; early morning camp, with: Open. Dawn refused to go ignored that morning, not a cloud in sight to splinter or mollify the bright, burning hot sun as it arced high overhead. Bathing the rocky landscape of StormClan camp in a soft, golden hue. Trees cast their shadows, branches turned finger-like silhouettes that danced across den entrances, no one could hide from the waking world. Burying ones head in the lush greens of their nests wasn't going to cut it that morning, their very home demanded every ounce of their attention they could provide. Jaws parting in a yawn as he walks, Parhelionstar can be seen withdrawing from the nook of the leader's den. It is clear from the way he steps, the hesitance before laying down each paw, he is in pain. The stony stoicism on the medley of silver greys of his face doesn't change, however, and he wasn't one willing to complain. At least not in the public eye. His sigh is a thunderous thing, but his life tended to be a never-ending storm, and he is just the one left to roll with the punches and pick up the pieces as the winds offer some reprieve. Reprieve sounds nice, his whiskers twitch at the thought, by now in his melancholy mood he has found a place to rest in the sun and think through the morning's plans. I'd settle with a sleep-in at this point. ![](https://pictures-of-cats.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/muted-tortie-cat.jpg) Mothwillow; early morning camp, with: Open. In the shadow of the warrior's den entrance, Mothwillow stooped. Her blue eyes wandering the nooks and crannies of camp, concentrating on something, but it was difficult to tell from her carefully neutral expression it was hard to tell exactly what. From the moment her eyes had opened, her nostrils were flared and working on overdrive. Searching through the familiar smells of oak trees, moss and the dew in the long grass of camp. She searched the air for the signs that they might have awoken to one clanmate less than when they had gone to sleep. It had become a habit long ago, preferring to be the first to awaken to save her clanmates the pain of waking to find a friend or loved one still and cold in their nests. But that morning, she was grateful to find no such smell. In her moons she has grown used to the stench of death, but then even the youngest kit around here new the smell. But Mothwillow doubted the shock nor the pain of the discovery was ever going to lessen. Gratitude seeping through her aching bones, for now she could relax at least a little. Though that was quite a matter of prespective when living in a clan like StormClan.
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 26, 2021 17:11:39 GMT -5
Nervous bump
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 27, 2021 6:57:13 GMT -5
Both starters are up if anyone would like to join and respond to them!
I will be roleplaying just by myself if it proves necessary, I'm so excited for this plot.
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 27, 2021 15:57:20 GMT -5
</3
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inky
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jun 27, 2021 19:06:51 GMT -5
Alpinepaw, A fluffy white she-cat with darker silver stripes on her face, legs, and tail. She has orange on the bridge of her nose and pale blue eyes. She is bright cat and always ready to learn and explore. This is what got her in a lot of trouble when she was really young. The she-cat had found her way out of camp on her own and wandered into the Unending Mist, she only made it back thanks to her father but she wasn't fully the same. She won't go anywhere near the mist and has a deep fear of small spaces. Her curiosity remains but she is very cautious about it. You won't catch her admitting to any of that, she'll just casually avoid putting herself in those situations. Duskmist, An average sized she-cat Duskmist only looks larger because of the abundance of fur she has. She is a mostly white calico cat, her orange and black show up mainly on her face and ears. Her eyes are blue and her whiskers are longer than normal. Duskmist is a ball of fire, she does everything to the fullest no matter what it is. She is full of passion and doesn't know how to give up. She is about as strong willed as they come, once her mind has been set that is it. Ever since she almost lost her mate and daughter she has been a little over protective of the two.
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 27, 2021 19:09:22 GMT -5
Hi there! They look awesome, I think youโre wanting them to be the cats mentioned in Parhelionโs bio? If so thatโs completely fine just wanted to be certain? Thanks so much for joining! Really grateful someone did was beginning to worry honestly
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 27, 2021 19:17:46 GMT -5
I agree! All added, the coding is looking a bit weird but Iโll fix that at some point. In the mean time youโre quite welcome to roleplay!
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jun 27, 2021 20:21:18 GMT -5
Flamepelt a ginger tabby tom with a lighter tan chest and belly. He has rich green eyes and a large, muscular body, perfect for combat. Flamepelt often looks on edge, his ears perked up and his eyes alert, as if something could happen at any moment. He used to be a more jovial and humorous cat, taking much pride in his abilities to protect those around him. that was, until his brother was killed. Now he is much more cautious of his relationships with others, unwilling to expose himself to more loss and pain. His eyes tell a story he can't recall and he'd rather it stay that way. Better to forget the ills of the past than continue to live in them.
Snowwhisker A thin, pitch-white she-cat, Snowwhisker often has a habit of sneaking up on cats. She has eerie blue eyes that always seem searching. She is often absentminded and seems to drift off in thought, as well as extremely sacrificial. She'll throw herself into danger, unflinching, unyielding and uncaring for her own well-being. Once upon a time, she had a dream of mate and kits, but her dreams turned to nightmares as she watched both her son and her mate fall victim to an unknown illness. She often finds herself reminiscing about days past, contemplating what could have been and wishing it had been her instead.
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 28, 2021 7:29:55 GMT -5
Hi there, thank you so much for joining! I will add you later today, but everything is looking good so far!
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jun 28, 2021 7:31:35 GMT -5
(sounds good!)
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 28, 2021 9:31:11 GMT -5
Just finished adding, feel free to roleplay!
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Post by Daydreamer on Jun 29, 2021 14:27:25 GMT -5
Bump?
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