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Post by Brownie on Nov 21, 2022 15:19:53 GMT -5
hb it stays DarkClan and then we don't have to decide until later (;
And that's super cool for them!! That way, perhaps our poor characters need some info and have to find something good enough to trade for it, while also going behind the leader's back. That would be cool.
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A massive elm tree spreads between the fallen Healer's trunk and the warrior's den. Sometime long ago, it had been struck by lightning, splitting the trunk and creating a burnt hollowed niche at the base of the trunk. Surprisingly, the tree itself is heathy and strong, through a quarter of the branches don't have leaves. This small and private space houses the leader's den. Over the years, the soot has mostly been wiped from the inside, leaving the walls smooth. The lightning injury left a stub of a branch overhead, and is a good place for the leader to make announcements or simply watch over the Clan.
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no worries! if ya want to figure him out as we go, that's fine too~ and we shouldn't be scared to switch out personality traits that aren't working and retcon things either. That's how it goes.
AND BRO you don't know how badly I want to steal that format for my worldbuilding it's so Nice.
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Post by little blu โฅ on Nov 21, 2022 16:33:44 GMT -5
our characters selling secrets out to DarkClan for information is hilarious to me. xD
but that's how they function! little spy clan.
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The fresh-kill pile is kept in the highest corner of camp, near the main entrance. The foliage is the thickest overhead here, providing a large pool of shade that's near permanent. This keeps the prey from heating up too badly and rotting quicker. This shadowy area is also a nice place to relax and play on warmer days. Queens often rest here, though they must keep a sharp eye on mischievous kittens since the entrance to camp is so close.
does this mean we've completed camp? o.O
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i have... a basic idea of him?
his description is done and i have notes written down for his personality.
i was thinking maybe Wind and River were friends once upon a time? Wind used to be small like River with (what sounds like) a weaker backbone and i can definitely see River puffing himself up, trying to defend the slightly younger tom. then Wind hit a growth spurt and suddenly River was the smallest fish in the pond, paired with the personality change Wind went through and the fact he was made a warrior before him... it could explain some of the "hate" he feels towards Wind?
here's my wip, i'll just wing him a tiny bit, and we can and probably will make changes as we go ~RIVERPAW
river; named after the landmark he was found beside as a kitten
paw; denotes his station as an apprentice of BrambleClan
DESCRIPTION
dark russet mackerel tabby and white tom
Small and lean, Riverpaw doesn't look like much at first glance. His short stature can cause cats to underestimate him, only to find out that the tom is made up of finely sculpted muscle. The tom trained very hard in his youth, pushing his limits and forcing himself to do better. He's more attuned to flexibility and endurance rather than brute strength. Dark reddish brown fur makes up the base of his coat, speared through with even darker mackerel tabby stripes. White starts at his muzzle, carries on past his throat and chest, ending on his stomach. All four paws are white as well, but his hind paws have full "socks". The only other drop of white rests on the tip of his tail. Riverpaw has the most absurdly blue eyes, thanks to the ruddy fur that surrounds them. His hind right leg is covered in scars and is slightly off-center, twisting faintly outwards. This causes him to walk with a small limp that is better on some days and worse on others.
PERSONALITY
sarcastic, defensive, unmotivated, hot-headed, loyal, empathetic
- suffers form small angry boy syndrome
- relies on sarcasm and snark waaay too much
- a loyal cat at his core
- deeply feeling cat, he tends to empathize with others more than he ever lets on
history stuff:
+ found as an abandoned kit
+ used to be extremely determined to become a warrior
+ got injured and lost his original mentor
+ mentor was his pseudo-mother and he only ever wanted to prove himself to her
+ now she's gone and River has essentially given up
RELATIONSHIPS family, romantic, other
Riverpaw has a type of relationship with (name).
"Words."
"Words."
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Post by Brownie on Nov 21, 2022 17:43:48 GMT -5
I think we are done with the camp !!
and River is an absolute darling I can totally work with that~~
I think it would be really cute if they had a besties+rivals vibe and then River went emo and Wind was upset cuz he thought he was enough for River and that was really the reason he started faking confidence cuz he wanted to be someone River could rely on? but it super backfired cuz he was too hard on River? and then they both had bad vibes </3 it's gonna be CUTE
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Post by little blu โฅ on Nov 21, 2022 17:58:34 GMT -5
sucesss! c:
is there anything else we wanted to have figured out before we start?
(also, i'm now working on adding stuff to the front post ~)
he's... something. xD
love that! i can't wait to see how this relationship continues to develop! <3
i want happiness and acceptance so bad for the both of them... it's likely to be a long road though...
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Post by Brownie on Nov 21, 2022 19:11:21 GMT -5
I think I'm good to go~
which is scary uhhh you want to start one and I start the other?
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Post by little blu โฅ on Nov 21, 2022 19:23:10 GMT -5
// blu and brownie realizing their going to have to write words
and that sounds like a plan! do you have a preference for which one you start? |
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Post by Brownie on Nov 21, 2022 20:48:11 GMT -5
don't put it on ME ahhhh
though I probably can start with Wind and you start with Brave?? That way our "teacher" set can set the pace
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Post by little blu โฅ on Nov 21, 2022 21:00:30 GMT -5
lol
okay, yeah, that makes solid sense!
one broody Bravethistle post coming up ~
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Post by Brownie on Nov 21, 2022 21:30:52 GMT -5
I'll have my replies up tomorrow! I gotta go pick someone up from the airport late tonight and I kinda want to code a post header O.O
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Post by little blu โฅ on Nov 21, 2022 21:45:49 GMT -5
there's no rush at all, Brownie! c:
take your time! i've actually been playing around with my own post headers for this lol.
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Post by little blu โฅ on Nov 27, 2022 22:03:28 GMT -5
Bravethistle
โฆโฆโฆ
male // muse a - the grump // warrior
with Webthroat ; mentions Rookpaw
The sharp jab to the gut was, frankly, uncalled for. A filmy, blind eye slid open first, out of simple habit. He could see a blurry shape in the dim light of the warrior's den. If he squinted hard enough, Bravethistle admitted that the shape was vaguely feline. "Webthroat." The nose never lies and that was definitely the faintly floral scent of his brother. With a quiet grunt, the older tom gave a mighty stretch, rising into a sitting position after one last arch of his back. "Is there a reason for the wake-up call?" he asked blandly, finally getting a good look at the other warrior. His normally level-headed brother's eyes shone like a kit's and the smile that stretched across his muzzle was too big to miss.
"It's Frecklepaw and Rookpaw's first full day as apprentices!" Webthroat said with a purr that was loud in the quiet den. Ah, yes. Bravethistle vividly remembered the ceremony that had taken place yesterday, mostly due to the fact he'd been assigned as a mentor. It had been a long time since he'd had a 'paw to look after. "Right." He tried to hide his natural scowl, unwilling to dampen his brother's uncharacteristically glee. Webthroat hadn't looked this happy since the death of Cricketchirp. Bravethistle ignored the disgusting warmth that flooded his own chest. He was such a sap for his littermates. Another nudge from Webthroat had the older tom shuffling out of his nest and allowing himself to be herded towards the edge of the witch hazel bushes.
The sunlight wasn't too blinding, the sun still settled low on the horizon, turning the sky a mixture of pink, orange, and blue. He cast an almost accusing glance back at his brother. Bravethistle hated waking this early unless he'd been assigned to dawn patrol the night before. A snort escaped him - Webthroat was already rushing past - headed for the nursery where their younger brother probably was looking in on his mate and newborns. Which meant he had to locate his nephew on his own. His good eye scoured camp, trying to find the black and white patched tom. It wouldn't be too surprising if his apprentice was still asleep, he'd had a big day yesterday - what with the ceremony and then the tour of BrambleClan territory.
the holidays are a bit chaotic around here. c:
i just kinda followed my muse, but if you wanted Rook to be a bit older, i can re-write real fast. ] |
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Post by Brownie on Nov 29, 2022 0:33:07 GMT -5
little blu โฅ
"Frecklepaw!" Rookpaw crowed, his brother's new name bright as berries on his tongue. Rookpaw's amber eyes were wide as he tackled Frecklepaw clean out of his nest. "It's morning, Frecklepaw! Get up get up get up."
For a moment, Frecklepaw was startled awake, his tail and paws flailing against Rookpaw's legs as he pushed his littermate into the ground, but as soon as his eyes met Rookpaw's, the tuxedo tom went limp under his paws with a soft hiss. "t's not e'en sunrise," he muttered, his voice scratchy with sleep.Rookpaw could see the thin band of sunlight through the vines covering the apprentice's den; he had woken up a while earlier and had waited --patiently! he could be patient!-- until the sun had turned that thin slice of earth golden before darting out of his nest. "It's morning, Frecklepaw!""Would you be quiet?" Hivepaw hissed, lashing out with his hind paw to kick Rookpaw off balance, sending the white and black patched apprentice to fall atop his brother, knocking the breath from them both.Rookpaw blinked, startled, but as soon as he realized what had happened, he pushed off of Frecklepaw (he hardly noticed his littermate gasp out a breath a second time as he used Frecklepaw's stomach for leverage) and hopped over to Hivepaw's nest. "Was that a warrior move?" Rookpaw asked. He couldn't hold in his excitement at the thought of learning something so cool, so he bounced in place, knowing well enough that he shouldn't pounce on Hivepaw since he was a senior apprentice. "Can you teach me? Hivepaw, please!"The older dappled tom growled deep in his throat, unsheathing his claws into the moss, and Rookpaw darted away with a squeak. "Oh, sorry Hivepaw, I'm supposed to meet Bravethistle now." His mentor! It was so unfair that Frecklepaw knew who his mentor would be ahead of time, it took the fun out of everything~ Rookpaw still felt the echo of anticipation before Bravethistle's name had been called from the crowd yesterday morning. He was keeping his mentor waiting! With a gasp, Rookpaw scooted out of the apprentice's den, crashing through ferns and tendrils of ivy that were just beginning to speckle with color. For a moment, the young apprentice stopped dead, as if he'd run into a tree, because BrambleClan's camp looked so different when he wasn't coming out of the nursery's winding thorn tunnel. He was seeing double, as if cross-eyed, one camp superimposed over the other but slightly shifted, and he had to blink before it snapped into place, more real than ever. Realer. Is that even a word?The first thing he saw was Father, Webthroat's black-and-white patches as familiar as Frecklepaw's. But he was only visible for a few moments, leaving only a scruffier, shadowy echo behind: Bravethistle. Rookpaw rocketed his direction as fast as his paws could carry him, skidding across early fallen leaves wet with dew. "Bravethistle! Are we having fighting training today? Hivepaw showed me an awesome warrior move this morning. Well, he didn't quite teach me, but that's what you're going to do, right? Right?"Rookpaw couldn't imagine how exciting the day would be. After all, Bravethistle was old probably, like, the most senior senior warrior in BrambleClan, so he'd know everything! That meant Rookpaw would know everything too, even more than Hivepaw, and his mentor was the deputy! He couldn't help but wriggle, his excitement too great to keep tucked inside, but that was fine, Rookpaw never wanted to hide his enthusiasm, it's what made him happy. [[ Excitable characters are so hard ahhhh let me know if any colors are uncomfy and I'll mess with em~ Post header still kinda wip but I'm not going to make it any more complex I don't think. also I baked in a @ tag, if it gets annoying lmk and I can edit it out. I tend to check my bookmarks daily even without pings so I should keep caught up (though tags are fine!) No apologizing for breaks </3 that's why this is s l o w Frecklepaw - level-headed, meticulous, private Hivepaw - quick learner, gets attached to people wayyy too quickly, but hides it by pushing everyone away ]] |
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Post by Brownie on Dec 2, 2022 23:08:16 GMT -5
little blu โฅ
The warrior's den never felt crowded. There was plenty of room for all the cats of BrambleClan to spread out into their own spaces between the twin witch hazel brushes, and though the spots between the two trunks were monopolized by senior warriors, it wasn't as if Windblaze's nest on the edge was much worse. The vines kept even the most stubborn gusts out and he never felt chilled.
He missed the apprentice's den.
Waking up alone was lonely. As he peeled open his eyes, he felt like something was missing, like the world was slightly tilted and he was eternally falling, just very slowly; it put him on edge. At least I didn't have dawn patrol, Windblaze thought, stretching. A yawn was enough to tilt everything back into place, and by the time he had stood, shaking scraps of moss from his flanks, he had just about forgotten the slight wrongness, as if it had been a dream that had clawed a little too deeply as he woke.
Windblaze still didn't know what being a warrior meant. There was no training, no mentor to boss him around. Well, there was Cherryhiss and patrols, but he'd done patrols as an apprentice and those were settled and dusty with routine. It wasn't like he was expected to lead patrols, not for a long time yet.
The dawn patrol had left, but it was still too early for anyone other than early risers to be up and about. The nursery was quiet, the popular gathering spots empty of warriors sharing tongues, even the birds were muffled. Windblaze wanted to retreat from the silence and it was only when he kneaded his claws into the earth that he could find the will to stand his ground.
[[ do you want to potentially rp partly before Riverpaw is officially given to Windblaze? ]] |
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Post by little blu โฅ on Dec 9, 2022 18:43:33 GMT -5
Bravethistle
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male // muse a - the grump // warrior
with Rookpaw
The dawn light barely penetrated the thick canopy that hung above the BrambleClan camp. Even in leaf-fall, there were still plenty of full branches, blocking out most of the warm-colored sky. The gloom of the morning lowered his visibility. He could make out the few lingering shapes of his clan-mates but struggled to notice finer details, like different shades, stripes, or spots. Bravethistle growled under his breath and forced himself to resist the temptation to go shred Webthroat's ears. He understood that his brother was excited but what sort of training was he supposed to manage when he could barely see? His nephew probably hadn't rolled out of his nest yet - the tom knew of few apprentices (or warriors) who enjoyed being up this early.
It had been a quiet morning, barely a whisper of wind or birdsong to be heard. The sudden sound of crashing paws, accompanied by the scent of decaying leaves, alerted Bravethistle to the approaching cat. His gaze zeroed in on the little shape barreling toward him, barely able to pick out the flashes of white on the dark pelt. Surprise briefly flickered across his face as his apprentice skidded to a halt before him. It appears Rookpaw was more than awake this morning. And though the younger feline had stilled, he began to speak frantically, as though the energy he had couldn't be contained in his small body, seeking any possible outlet.
This was going to be a long day.
"We're going to hunt," his response was stern and succinct. The idea of attempting to show off battle moves before sun-high was almost laughable. The gorge that the clan used to train their apprentices in battle tactics was also heavily shaded. If he was to teach Rookpaw anything, he would need to be able to see his apprentice, to correct his footwork and stance. Which made hunting the better option, at least for this morning. Bravethistle didn't really desire to wait around until more cats were awake and ready to patrol. Rookpaw would likely talk his ears off before Cherryhiss decided to rouse the clan. He tilted his head slightly before padding off towards the entrance without a word or glance.
i almost have to hype myself up before writing energetic characters, to feel like i can do them any justice. xD
the colors are great! i'll definitely let you know if one bothers me later on down the line ~ (please feel free to let me know as well!)
i'm perfectly fine with being tagged, it's a good reminder for me! i usually check often but i am forgetful at times lol
let me know if my tagging ever bothers you!
true, true. c:
added to the notes section ~ ]
/side note: i think that's a good idea!
we can establish the baseline of their relationship before adding the mentor/apprentice strain lol
i'm thinking Patchspot was his last mentor (of two.. three? since his first mentor died) but he has already spoken to Cherryhiss and Grizzlystar, leaving Riverpaw without a mentor currently? |
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Post by little blu โฅ on Dec 28, 2022 15:21:44 GMT -5
Riverpaw
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male // muse d - rebel // apprentice
with Nectarpaw ; open
Leaf-fall in the apprentice's den was a true hardship. There was little protection from the biting wind and if it rained they woke up wet and cold. Which is why the youth had learned to huddle for warmth. Nests were shared and kept in the most sheltered section of the den. They often slept like a pack of wolves, in a large pile with the youngest apprentices squished at the bottom. The warmth of their shared body heat staved off illness and fostered a sense of closeness in each generation.
Riverpaw slept closest to the entrance, far from the huddle, in a worn nest that had seen better days. His ruddy fur was snagged in the thin branches that made up the latticework and his body gave a small tremor every now and then in reaction to the icy air. The tom had been awake before Rookpaw's excited chatter, thank the stars. The new apprentice was so eager it made Riverpaw's heartache, remembering a time when he'd faced each day with that same passion - though not as energetically.
"Earth to Riverpaw. You alive over there, old man?"
Ah, Nectarpaw. "Old man? I'm only four moons older than you."
"You're probably the oldest apprentice in the history of forever." The molly snorted, flashing him a smile that was full of laughter to soften the blow. Riverpaw supposed he should feel offended by her words but he just... didn't. He gave her a droll stare, watching as she padded closer, slipping away from the cozy little pile. "The history of forever, huh? Wow, does that make me a legend?" he wondered sarcastically, pushing himself up into a sitting position. His hind right leg was jostled, aching from how tightly his muscles had been clenched while shivering. That would be fun to deal with later.
Nectarpaw shook her head at him, lightly battering his ears. "Yeah, a legend queens tell their kits to keep them from slacking off. 'Make sure to work hard, you don't want to end up like lazy old Riverpaw, the only elderly apprentice!'" She was trying to make a joke of the situation but even Riverpaw could see the concern glinting in her light blue eyes. He felt his expression soften, opening his mouth to thank her or soothe her or something equally as mushy. Luckily, he caught himself before he said something embarrassing.
"Old? Elderly? Careful there, Nectarpaw, you're going to give me a complex." Riverpaw said, his sharp blue eyes shifting to rest on the entrance of the apprentice's den. While still early, he imagined there was quite a bit of work waiting for him out there. Maybe. Patchspot had finally gotten fed up yesterday afternoon, calling the russet tom a few choice words before storming off to speak with Grizzlystar. Which meant he didn't have a mentor currently - not that he'd really had one since Ambersky. Grief settled in his chest like an old, uninvited friend. Five moons and it still hurt too damn much. Would it ever stop?
A long, drawn-out sigh reminded him that Nectarpaw still sat next to him. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, giving a small shrug. Grumbling under her breath, the molly marched out of the den, tail flicking with agitation. Oops. Heaving his own sigh, Riverpaw followed her, pain shooting up his damaged leg. His limp was more pronounced today, causing his pelt to feel hot. The quiet that surrounded the camp was almost suffocating. Riverpaw couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten out of his nest this early.
hopefully this is okay, i worked on it over a couple days, so i worry that it might be a bit disjointed... ]
Nectarpaw - compassionate, proud, persistent. (definitely a mom friend)
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Post by Brownie on Jan 1, 2023 14:09:07 GMT -5
[[ Gooood morning~
I'll probably have replies by wednesday =o I've decided to take a "do everything" approach to the holidays this year so i've been super busy with either doing things or recovering heh ]]
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Post by little blu โฅ on Jan 5, 2023 18:42:01 GMT -5
[ take your time, Brownie, there is absolutely no rush! c:
and i know how hectic the holidays can be ~ ]
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