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Post by Brownie on May 5, 2022 20:33:25 GMT -5
Yo yo! I've made a similar idea over in otrp a while back and it worked fairly well, so I thought to try a similar thing over here. Hopefully we can get some good ideas rolling!
The idea for these short-term jump ins is that they will only last a few days or perhaps a week each before moving on. Instead of "plots" we talk in "scenes". This way, people can jump in and out as much as they want, and don't need to worry about being busy. The hope for some scenes is that we can get into quick bursts of real-time back and forth, like in the good ol' days, and then be free to drop the scene once people need to leave. The format is set up for this purpose, but it's okay if it ends up being a post-a-day kind of style for a few days and drops off as well!
There will be a few "scenes" running at once. If there seems to be a quick back-and-forth with two people and you know you'll be slower, take another scene instead of jumping into the one that's running. Hopefully they'll sort out into a few "fast" and a few "slower" scenes, which will work best for all participants. Feel free to jump into multiple scenes, though please make sure you can keep up with the scenes you are in for the length they are running if at all possible. Also, since these are temporary, feel free to make as few or as many characters as you want; there's no worry about overpopulating a scene, since new ones can easily be made to accommodate more players. And create drama!!! There's no "bigger plotline" to account for, so make drama and excitement and worldbuild in the moment. Give these scenes life and conflict!
With that out of the way, lets hit some simple Scene Starters~
Current Scenes:
A New Clan
A roaming group of cats finds the old Moonstone and are told to rebuild WindClan in the quarry hills and surrounding farmland.
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A Failed Coup
A large battle between rival Clans ThornClan and MarshClan leaves them both vulnerable. Tensions run high in MarshClan when their medicine cat, Reedstripe, fails a coup.
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A Mysterious Choosing
Twelve Clans live in the valley. After the old King dies, each one sends a representative to the Sun-Risen Sea. No one knows what happens there, but only one cat will return to become the new Monarch that commands them all.
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A Forbidden Romance
A forbidden romance blossoms in the most unlikely of places. Some cat finds out, and soon everyone knows. Everyone but the leader, that is, who is hilariously ignorant of what is going on right under their nose.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2022 18:16:51 GMT -5
hey brownie! c:
I’d be interested in this~ not exactly sure what plot I wanna dabble in though, hmm
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Post by Brownie on May 7, 2022 13:44:59 GMT -5
[[ Hey~
I'll be putting up some stuff today... lets call them establishing scenes? Hopefully that will help orient people straight into the action! Just jump on in on whichever one tickles your fancy (; ]]
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Post by Brownie on May 7, 2022 14:04:41 GMT -5
I won't call these starters, but establishing scenes. I'll try to give some vibes to each of the plotlines, as well as a few ideas to springboard off of. All cats in the scenes are not inherently claimed by me; feel free to "take" any of them for your own, I just like to namedrop and make the Clans/characters feel connected. I'll try my best to make each one a 1D archetype so that yall can claim and make them 3D characters!
A New Clan Sadie cowered in the larger she-cat's shadow. "I didn't mean it," she pleaded, "I forgot." A half-eaten mouse sat at her paws in the long grass, and pink blood on her claws and face marked it as the grey she-cat's kill. Her ears pressed back when Maud leaned forward, the scruffy she-cat's one good golden eye glaring down at her, judging.
"The Clan must be fed first," Maud hissed, her claws extended into the grass. "That's one of the rules."
Sadie nodded quickly, seeing a way out. "The Code. The Warrior's Code." Fear made her thoughts tumble around like pebbles at the bottom of a raging river and her eyes kept flicking to Maud's outstretched claws, but like a slippery fish, Sadie managed to pull the Code's words from her memory and keep it under her claws long enough to recite it: "Apprentices may not eat until the queens and elders are fed."
Maud still hovered overhead, and Sadie pushed herself further into the grass, as if she could disappear from that golden eye. But then the older she-cat grunted and backed up, letting Sadie get to her paws. "Finish that, or it'll be crow-food," Maud said. "But you're not to return until you have a mouse for every elder, so that you'll remember their needs come first."
Three elders meant three more mice. Sadie grimaced, but nodded. The punishment could have been much worse. "I'll remember, Maud." The patrol picked up the rest of their gathered prey, leaving Sadie as they headed back to camp. The sun was still high, she'd have plenty of time to catch those mice before sundown. The Failed Coup "Careful!" Snailpaw hissed, batting Lichenflight with a paw. The tortoiseshell stilled and allowed the apprentice to finish covering her leg with spiderweb, even if she flinched every time Snailpaw's clumsy paws made the gash sting worse.
She had it easy, she knew, as Snailpaw finished the crude bandage and stepped aside. Her injuries from the most recent clash with ThornClan's warriors weren't infected, however much they stung. Others in MarshClan weren't so lucky, and without Reedstripe, they didn't have any cat with enough knowledge of herbs to cure them. Scrapes that should have only cost a warrior a day's bed rest had festered into fever without proper treatment. Sure, they knew how to apply cobweb and marigold, but if that simple treatment failed...
Snailpaw hissed as another cat came close to their hiding spot beneath a holly, the ginger she-cat's fur puffed like dandelion fluff. But it was only Seedpounce, and the apprentice let the patched tom in. "You okay?" her brother asked, and she nodded.
"For now." She stood on the bandaged leg, and it held. "What about the others?" Seedpounce's face told only of bad news, and she sat down to hear it. A Mysterious Choosing Ten cats he'd never seen before stood before him in the Brightcave. Only Cometshine, a she-cat from neighboring FlareClan, was familiar to him. When she noticed him staring, she winked in reply, her fangs bared in a quick grin before she ignored him again, focusing on the others.
Representatives from all twelve Clans of the valley were here, and not a one of them knew what was going to happen next. Only the Monarch knew what happened during the Choosing, and they were bound under StarClan to never speak a word of the proceedings. The other eleven cats that had taken part had never returned. He swallowed a lump in his throat, letting himself have that one moment of fear before he fanned the flames of ambition and snuffed it out. Fear would keep him on his toes; fear would give him an edge; fear would bring him victory. A Forbidden Romance I want to leave this as general as possible for other people's ideas, so please feel free to do a starter first for this one! Jump in wherever, make up some silly forbidden romance, and we'll go from there! |
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Post by Feathertalon on May 7, 2022 20:00:47 GMT -5
I’ll get a reply up tomorrow - had a busy work day today and it’s also dnd night so I won’t be able to get something up before bed ^^;
I’m probably gonna jump into the Choosing plot with two characters ~
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Post by Feathertalon on May 8, 2022 4:45:37 GMT -5
A Mysterious Choosing —
If Owlmask knew one thing it was that she was terrified. Fear shook underneath her thin pelt, rumbling against her skin like tense thunder. She prayed to her ancestors that no cat could see the fear, but she had never been who could curb her emotions; her blue eyes were wide, surely bright with the storm inside, and if no cat was keen to the look on her face, then she was certain they could smell the fear coming off her in waves.
The pointed molly still had no idea why she had been the one chosen to represent TreeClan. Physically she had all the adequate traits for her Clan - long-limbed and swift, well-balanced and able to leap high and scale up the trees as quick as a squirrel, but her demeanor was lackluster. She was nervous and jumpy, much more like prey than predator. Owlmask didn’t see herself as wise, a trait valued amongst her Clan, and she most certainly knew she was not level-headed. The molly was driven by emotion rather than logic. This was enough to tell her that she shouldn’t be the one representing the Clan. Why couldn’t some cat worthy of this take her spot? A cat like Crowleap would have been a better representative of TreeClan, yet here Owlmask stood, shaking in her own pelt as she stared out at the other eleven cats also chosen to claim the title of Monarch and govern the twelve Clans until their time on this earth was over.
CoastClan’s representative was brimming with excitement. Tigerflame wasn’t sure he could stay quiet for long as he looked at the other eleven cats gathered in the Brightcave. He wanted nothing more than to go around to them all and introduce himself, getting to know the others while allowing them to also get to know him as well, but the brown tabby had just enough forethought in him to know how bad of an idea this was. His last conversation with his littermate Whiteshark replayed in his head - his sister had told him that he needed to take this seriously, because she couldn’t take the thought of never seeing him again. That has mellowed the tomcat somewhat, and while excitement remained, he was toned down, stifled by the memory of what his littermate had said.
He needed to win this. He needed to come back so he could see his sister again. So he could see his Clan again. Being Monarch didn’t mean much to Tigerflame, but if he needed to come back as the leader to see his loved ones again, then so be it. He’d do whatever it took, on this he promised.
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Post by Brownie on May 9, 2022 20:19:14 GMT -5
A Mysterious Choosing
Pinewhisker frowned as a large tomcat broke away from the group and stalked over to him. His paws clicked on the stone floor as if his claws were extended though he couldn't see them, as his paws were tufted with long fur. GorgeClan then, or at least with their blood. "A fight to the death," he said, his voice like rocks tumbling from a cliff face, "that's the most popular theory."
The tom's golden fur shone like a sun, and Pinewhisker told himself that's why his eyes narrowed as the tomcat stopped in front of him. A smile cut across his face, sharp as a claw strike and gone faster than heat lightning. Pinewhisker remained silent; he had a feeling like this tomcat liked the sound of his own voice, and he'd do best to gather information without giving anything else away. The golden tom didn't disappoint. "You look like you've seen a few battles. SplashClan, yea? You've had that feud with FlareClan. Bloody stuff."
Pinewhisker's lip curled at that. "We've all seen battle."
The golden tom scoffed at that, flicking a tail to encompass the other cats scattered around the Brightcave. "Perhaps. Some more than others." His ears tipped to the right, where a smaller cat trembled, fear-scent thick around her, repelling the others in a wide bubble around her. Pinewhisker blinked but remained silent again. The golden tom leaned in, lowering his voice. "I'd love to have a cat like you watching my back."
"StarClan wouldn't make us fight," Pinewhisker replied simply, resisting the urge to take a step back to get the tom out of his face. His fur stood on his shoulders at the intrusion, and it took a few moments for him to calm himself.
"Why else would the other nominees never return? Unless they've died."
Pinewhisker shrugged. "I'll leave my fate to StarClan's choice." He didn't trust the tom a whisker, not even when he could keep him in his sight. Let alone to guard his back, if that was really what the Choosing entailed. But it was true, Pinewhisker couldn't see StarClan stooping to a brawl for the position of Monarch; after all, Ivystar had been the smallest, most peaceful Monarch he could imagine; she would have never been able to beat eleven other cats to claim the title by force.
The golden tom stepped back, his invisible claws scraping against the stone as he retreated. "Fine. Don't come whining to me once the lines are drawn." With a flick of his tail the golden GorgeClan cat found a new target, stalking across to a brown tabby tom almost bouncing on his paws as he looked around. "A fight to the death," the golden tom said as Pinewhisker perked his ears that direction, "that's the rumor, at least." The same cheesy line. Pinewhisker shook his head and set to ignore him, looking at the other cats instead.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 10, 2022 8:16:00 GMT -5
A Mysterious Choosing —
Tigerflame's attention was instantly drawn to the form of a large, golden-furred tomcat who had stepped away from the gathered crowd. His blue eyes followed the warrior, watching as he made his way toward another tom - the SplashClan warrior looked familiar to Tigerflame - who looked displeased with this sudden notice. Tigerflame stepped forward, ears perking up in hopes of hearing what the two warriors were saying to one another. He only managed to pick up a few words, but it was enough for Tigerflame to figure out the context.
A battle to the death. A lot of cats seemed to have come to that conclusion over time, saying that it was the only explanation for why eleven of the twelve never returned. Tigerflame wasn't so sure he believed that explanation, though he had never been able to come up with another reason for why the other nominees never returned. It was questionable, though, as to why StarClan would want the living to be ruled under a murderer, and if Ivystar had been in battles that always ended in death, why had her pelt not been riddled with horrendous scars?
A lot of questions made room for answers, yet Tigerflame doubted he'd get those just yet. He was pulled away from his reverie when the GorgeClan warrior stalked toward him. A lopsided smile lifted Tigerflame's face. "A lot of cats back in CoastClan believe that," he replied easily. "My littermate is one of those that do." That's why Whiteshark sounded so desperate when she told Tigerflame he had to win; it had been odd to see his formidable sister sounding so worried, but he was determined to prove that his littermate had no reason to worry. He'd come back to her. He'd come back to his sister, his friends, and his Clan.
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You can't let fear overpower you. You were chosen for a reason, and that reason wasn't to cower here like prey, Owlmask told herself over and over inside her head, hoping that it would ease some of the fear that gripped her tight. She had been picked to represent all of TreeClan, and the last thing she wanted was to let her Clanmates down. The idea of never seeing them again frightened her, but perhaps she could use that fright as an advantage. It would push her to try harder, to do her best to make it out as the winner so she could return. Granted, she'd be returning as Owlstar if that were the case, and while leadership had never sounded incredibly pleasing to her, she'd take it if it meant being able to get back to her life and back to the cats she knew.
In silence she watched the interaction between the golden tomcat and the SplashClan warrior, hearing the words that were spoken between the two. The golden warrior was already rubbing Owlmask the wrong way; he seemed arrogant, the kind of cat that was looking to start fights for no reason. The SplashClan warrior, though, seemed more rational, more like a cat who put thought into his reasoning. Owlmask could appreciate that. TreeClanners were logical felines.
Once the two toms had finished speaking, Owlmask decided she needed to do something more than just stand around and soak in her fear. So she slowly made her way toward the SplashClan tom. "TreeClan doesn't believe in the death battle theory. Is that how it is in SplashClan?"
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