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Post by ladylantsov on May 7, 2024 13:18:31 GMT -5
WELCOMEWhere the wind races unchecked, clouds blanket the soil, and the shadow conifer trees grow long as the sun reaches further into the skies, an ancient Clan makes its home. In this corner of the world, ConiferClan has roots so deep in the earth here that even the oldest trees here bare the marks of our ancestors.
The Kin of this Clan carved the paths of this territory for generations, changed the face of these forests irrevocably. You could more easily imagine a river without fish, or a Greenleaf morning without the breeze, than you could these forests without its wild cats.
But the greatest dangers can often come from within.
The shadows of the Conifer stretch long as Leafbare wakes, the clouds draw back enough to reveal that which is wilted & withered, the winds here carry the voices of those we lost long ago and as the season changes, dark whispers echo.
Even the best kept secrets canโt keep forever. POST I
WELCOME ||| INDEX ||| RULES
(JOIN ||| CHAT)
POST II
TERRITORY ||| CAMP
POST III
LEADER ||| DEPUTY ||| MEDICINE CAT & APPRENTICE
POST IV
SENIOR WARRIORS ||| WARRIORS ||| APPRENTICES
POST V
QUEENS & LITTERS ||| ELDERS
POST VI
STARCLAN ||| DARK FOREST |||
POST VII
NEWS ||| HISTORY ||| PLOTLINES
POST VIII
Members ||| Relationships ||| Credit
RULES 1. Rule of Thumb: When in doubt, check ye olde Forum Rules out.
2. Activity: No set activity requirements unless you would like to take on a Roleplay important role, such as medicine cat or deputy, or some role in a Clan-wide plot, in which case at least twice a week please. Otherwise come and go as you please.
3. Literacy: aim for legible, (coming from the Queen of the dumbest typos you'll likely ever see), with decent grammar and punctuation. Everyone makes mistakes and I certainly wont judge you for them. However, I will be a little more of a stickler when it comes to content. Iโll be looking for a minimum of 5+ lines per post, I donโt mean to sound rude but I struggle to respond well to very minimal replies. I mind if every so often posts fall slightly below this - but if I see it happening repeatedly I will remind you.
4. Godmodding/Powerplaying: just don't. Characters get hurt, ill, lose battles, miss catches etc, and characters that are perfect in every imaginable way aren't very fun to play off of. Aim for realisim, pretty please. I'll allow some leniency in terms of appearances, i.e. unusual patterns, eye colours, etc. But no wings, no magical powers, etc please. If your character forms are Strongstar, the 43 year old, glow in the dark cat who's fought off thirteen wolves before lunch, I will request you make some reasonable adjustments.
5. Joining: join with one cat, join with ten, don't join at all and just sit in the shadows laughing at how ugly this thread is, you do you. I just ask you please take on only as many as you can handle. Try to keep genders even, but I won't be overly strict. If you are open for anything character-wise, i.e. relationships or you've a plotline in mind, mention it in your form. The password is your favourite mythical creature. Didn't realise this had to be specified, but please for the sake of the person who's got to copy and paste it all's sanity, use the form provided. Any information not available in the slots provided, can just go in 'anything else!' You'll get brownie points for using my form!
6. Plots: while there will be the main plot that can (hopefully) be clan wide, I think clans are most organic when thereโs a few background, character focused plots hanging around as we go forward. Feel free to propose any ideas you have, the best place to discuss would be on the clan chat page, linked below.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 8, 2024 9:51:04 GMT -5
TERRITORY ConiferClan makes its home in the lower slopes and foothills of a mountain that is part of a larger mountain range, it is difficult to reach for the outside world, but equally difficult to leave. The conifer trees from which the Clan takes its name leave the landscape permanently dark green, the clouds often wandering low enough here that they seem to blanket the earth. Our territories start just above a canyon that carved a path across the lower southern reaches of our mountain, and stretches up until he jagged peak that our cats know as the Scoutโs Point. We lay claim only to what we need, though itโs not like there is a great deal of competition from rival clans in these parts.
In terms of weather, it is cold pretty much year around, with greenleafs being bearable but still largely bitter. The higher parts of the territory are quite often snow-covered throughout the year. Otherwise rain and fierce winds are quite common, but we do have warmer patches among the seasons.
The prey that runs here includes, squirrels, hares and rabbits, smaller birds as well as the occasional bird of prey for the particularly brave hunters. Animals such as deer and mountain goats also roam these lands, though donโt pay a great deal of attention to the clancats. More threatening creatures include the occasional bear that crosses through our territory, the larger birds of prey that circle the skies overhead, and the small pack of wolves that stake a claim to the higher parts of the territory. Fortunately, these threats are rare. WHISPER WOODS
ConiferClan has made these forests and mountainsides its home for so long that even its ancestors still call this place home, if in another form. There is no set place for the medicine cat to reach out to StarClan here, rather, they are accessible just about anywhere within our lands, and by anyone. Voices can be heard even if you arenโt paying attention, though it takes a little more skill or focus to purposefully speak with someone who has passed on to the other side. It should be noted that caution is encouraged, it is difficult to tell exactly who you are speaking to, and the voices donโt always choose to show their faces, and often for good reason.
MONSTERโS LAIR
While unused for generations, there is hardly a cat within camp who wasnโt raised with the tails of the monster that plagued the clan for moons, to the point where the clan nearly abandoned its territories. It made its home in a a massive cave very high within our territory, the stories have changed so much across the seasons that no one is quite sure what it actually was. But most believe it was a grizzly bear or something similarly vicious. It hasnโt been home to anything but bats and mice for many seasons, but the stories are so well spread even now many cats are cautious to approach it.
THE BROOK
Shallow enough that even apprentices would struggle to get their knees wet when crossing it, and thin enough in parts to be crossed by a single leap. The Brook cuts its course from an eastern to western direction, and offers a good fishing spot. The Brook is fed by ice and snows melting in the taller parts of the mountain beyond our territories, this means the water is both very cold and very fresh. So, while it is neither the largest or the most accessible source of water on the territory, much of the clan favours it.
CONIFER BRIDGE
ConiferClan territory begins in the lower foothills of the mountain, the very first and last big of territory it claims in this direction ends in a small plain of open land, cut abruptly short by a canyon that dives a few dozen foxlengths below. It would be impossible to traverse, requiring a lengthy journey around were it not for a massive conifer tree that joins the two sides. The crossing does still require great care.
SCORCHED PLAIN
Three greenleafs ago the season was uncharacteristically warm, and a fire sparked in one of the higher meadows of the territory. The fire took several lives of the cats from both injuries caused by the fire, and subsequent smoke inhalation. Fortunately, however, it went out before the damage could be catastrophic. The fire was so recent that not much of the greenery that once stood here has returned, though mice and voles can be found in what remains of the grasses.
SCOUTโS POINT
The last lands of ConiferClan before we no longer mark the borders with our scents, the difference is made clear by a massive, rocky outcropping that stands several foxlengths above the land. This is known as the Scoutโs Point, as it provides a wonderful view from which to scour the rest of the territory. The spot is overgrown with long grasses and mosses, making it an easy place to camouflage yourself - you could sit and watch for hours and no one would realise you were there.
SHIFTING EARTH
The name for a steeply sloped portion of the territory just south of one of the larger rivers running through the lands. It is named for the fact this area is very prone to landslides, from smaller events that can involve a few rocks being displaced, to entire boulders and great masses of mud coming loose. Cats have lost their lives from being in the wrong place at the wrong time here, and all ConiferClan cats are trained in the signs of landslides for this reason.
CLOUDED PEAKS
The umbrella term for the higher fields and forests above the camp, this is where the clouds tend to grow so thick and so low that it feels like the clan can walk among the clouds. This is where several of the particularly old patches of forest are in the territory, several towering pines peeking through the blanket of white. CAMP ConiferClan makes its camp in a shallow hollow in the earth surrounded entirely by a thick hedgerow. This is so overgrown that camp is not visible from above, meaning only those with the prior knowledge of how to get here are able to access it. The walls of the camp arenโt scaleable from the ground, and trying to climb down is all but guaranteed to end in a broken limb. A narrow tunnel through the rock wall of the camp forms both entrance and exit to this home.
A small pool takes up a decent footprint of the eastern side of the camp, where rainwater naturally collects. This forms the water source for the camp, but those able to travel further afoot prefer to seek the less stake waters of the brook that runs nearby. LEADERโS DEN
Propped up against the closest wall of camp to the entrance is a thin and tall boulder creating a sheltered but small den for the leader to make their nest. Ivy has been made to grow over either end of the boulder to create a little privacy and protection from the elements.
MEDICINE CAT DEN
The earth beneath an old oak tree has been dug away to reveal enough of the roots to allow a cat to sneak beneath the tree itself. This is where the patients of the medicine cat make their nests when they are unwell or injured. The medicine cat and their apprentice make their nests in the small hollow of the tree itself.
WARRIORโS DEN
The warriors of ConiferClan create nests within a large chamber within the walls of the hollow itself, there is the main warriors den and then a couple of smaller off shoots for when sickness spreads or senior members and their mates. The warriors den is the closest den to the nursery, ensuring the queens and their kits are safe at all times.
APPRENTICEโS DEN
A large blackberry bush has been repurposed to provide shelter to the young cats still in training to become of service to ConiferClan. It is positioned closest to the elderโs den both to help protect the older members of camp and to keep the younger cats in check.
NURSERY
The only truly cat-made den within camp, a handful of large boulders and rocks have been propped together to create a sheltered space to the far corner of the camp. Well protected from the winds and rain, the inside is utterly covered in moss, and the smell of milk emanates from the den.
ELDERโS DEN
Cats arenโt often willing to retire from service to ConiferClan, so close knit is this community that they hardly wish to become a burden to it. But those who chose to, or more often are forced to, make their nests in a den beneath camp itself, not unlike a badger set.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 15, 2024 5:45:23 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
โงโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆA large, intimidating molly, one look at this shecat and there is little room for doubt that hers is a position she earned through bloodshed and the use of her own claws. A well-muscled, brute of a cat, Briarstar is a cat who has to remind herself to use her words first and resort to battle only as a last resort. For now it isn't only her own life that she needs to protect, but a whole Clan that looks to her for leadership. Her thick coat makes her well-suited to the often bitter cold seasons ConiferClan suffers, her pelt is such a dark brown it can often be mistaken for black in poor lighting, it is ticked very lightly with softer brown hues. Her eyes are the sharp yellow of sunlight caught unexpectedly, dead on. Her ears are tattered from moons spent as one of ConiferClan's most impressive defenders, her body aches into the night from her younger moons, though she isn't one to let others see it. Briarstar will never send another cat somewhere she wouldn't herself go first, and cares little for the prestige simply adding '-star' to her name has earned her. Protective, daring and too proud for her own good. While brash, the shecat has a good head on her shoulders, and a good eye for strategy, for which she should thank the Stars. Still new to leadership, Briarstar hasn't yet realised that she is worth more to her Clan than as a body to throw in front of a danger, but she isn't done bleeding for her Clan. GINGERFLAME
Gingerflame is a long-haired ginger cat with yellow-green eyes. He has a few shades for orange populating his fur, but they all blend nicely so as to not appear to patchy. Around his neck his fur gets extra fluffy, kind of like a puny mane. Around Gingerflames eyes he has some stripes that are also seen around his legs. Around his muzzle there is some cream shading, which is also seen slightly around his stomach. Gingerflame is somewhat level-headed, thinking things through before acting. Very rarely will you see him do something on impulse, and when he does it always has something to do with another cat or animal angering him. He is a great planner, and a formidable fighter, but he does have some anger issues. These usually come around with younger cats who don't know what they are doing vs. older warriors who can care for themselves. Really, it is all a way of showing care for his clanmates even if it makes others wary of him. As a younger cat Gingerflame was very different from what he is now. He always did things on impulse, whenever it was starting fights in the clan or trying to fight a fox by himself (the long scar on his side can tell you how that went). No cat really knows why or how, but as Gingerflame got older he seemed to find error in his ways. He realized that showing off was not earning him the respect he wanted, in fact he was losing it. And starting fights was also not improving his image. Really, he was rather lonely, although he would never tell you that. As time went on he started to get better, relying on his clanmates more and even earning the respect of some of them. Listen to Gingerflame's tale and learn from his mistakes please. OAKSTREAK
A very beautiful light brownish (almost cream looking in some areas) tabby tom. He has splashed of white on his mouth and tail tip. His eyes are a magnificent leaf green and he has quite long whiskers. With his brother now in Starclan, Oakstreak is more interested in just getting by until he has an apprentice worthy enough to take over so he can enjoy his elder years in peace. He has a bit of a temper with other cats, only really having a soft spot for kits. He once wanted kits of his own, but has since given up that aspiration. He is respected by those that don't know of his secret involvement of his brother's death, and puts on a friendly face only for the sick and injured. Everycat else, it seems, was just in his way. BUCKTAIL
A large tom with even thicker fur makes up the appearance of this feline. His thick pelt is painted in a cream color with white frosting his muzzle, chest, paws, and underbelly. Faint tabby markings swirl throughout the cream tone, most notable along his flanks. The most striking feature about this tomcat is his long, plumy tail with fur that is feathery smooth and thicker than what already coats the rest of his body. A warm smile and friendly copper eyes finish off the look of this cheerful tom. A friend to all this tomcat has never met a stranger. He's jovial, happy, upbeat, and, most of all, a social butterfly. If there was ever a cat who could make friends with a starving wolf, it would be this tabby right here. There's never a frown on his face and he can always lighten a darkened mood. Ever since he was a kit he has had a knack for healing and being there to comfort others in their time of need - he may be a jokester and a bubbly thing, but he knows when a cat needs comfort and support and is always there to offer such help. His knowledge in herbs is stronger than his connection with StarClan; he believes in his ancestors whole-heartedly, but his ability to communicate with warriors long gone isn't anything remarkable. Rather average really. This doesn't bother him though, he's just glad he gets to serve his Clan in any way possible. |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 19, 2024 14:01:52 GMT -5
GREYHAWK
A nimble footed, graceful tom with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue. He is tall and muscular, a warrior well suited for scrambling across the rocky terrain of his home, and the stamina necessary for travelling long distances for hours on end. His thick coat, marked by a rather beautiful medley of smoke greys that range from as pale as fluffy clouds to a dark nearer midnight black, the thickness of it makes him look significantly larger than he actually is. The only splash of colour on the monotone tom are his pair of large, dark amber eyes. A distant but loyal warrior, Greyhawk is one to watch the world from a distance, make decisions at his own pace and voice an opinion only where he feels his words would add value. He doesn't feel the need to speak just from the joy of hearing his own voice, and finds far more impact in actions than words. Greyhawk earned his warrior name as an apprentice, when he managed to take down a circling hawk that would have always snatched one of the Clan's kits for its dinner.
WISTERIASNOW
While bulky and muscular this molly is by no means taller than the average cat. She's of average height with the strength of a warrior rippling underneath her thick pelt. Mostly a snow-white hue, smoky gray dapples her coat here and there, pointing her angular face, sharp ears, plumy tail, and powerful limbs. From the mask of gray peers two icy blue eyes that always appear sharp and observing. This molly has always been heralded as a competent warrior. Quick to learn and eager to prove herself, she never misses the chance to strive for the best and claw her way to the top. She's dutiful and proud of her Clan, a willing participant in any patrol or battle, but do not let that mask all the flaws underneath. This molly is calculating and conniving, using a carefully guarded silver tongue to manipulate her way into getting what she wants. To an outsider's view she's a respected warrior, but to those who are close to her, she's controlling and driven to push others to their breaking point. When it comes to her kits she acts like a loving, doting mother when her Clanmates are watching, but in solitude she berates and belittles her children, picking on every little imperfection they may have. She wants her kits to be absolutely perfect, though her idea of perfection seems to be unachievable. And even further, under the guise of shadow, perhaps it was she who pushed her now deceased mate to the brink of murder rather he wanting to poison a leader himself. ROOKBERRY Being a tom of such large and fluffy proportions, most might find the dark furred feline intimidating. That couldn't be further from the truth. This aging tomcat is one of the most affectionate creatures in ConiferClan. He's got a soft and thick pelt that was much sleeker in his younger years, and what used to be raven black fur has now lightened up to some gray, and even brown patches. His monstrosity of a tail is just as long and as fluffy as him, and is also peppered with lighter fur from age. His eyes are a soft green. Rookberry is not only nice, but he's kind, and stubborn to boot. He refuses to retire from being a warrior, claiming that he feels younger every day and could easily keep up with the apprentices if he really wanted to. He's got a loud and chipper voice, and an even more booming laugh. There isn't a negative bone in his body, and he's humble as all get out. Quite a formidable warrior in his prime, Rookberry still works just as hard to provide for his clan and is always the first to try and brighten up any damp mood. He's a sucker for kits but tends to avoid them when they're too young, as his muscular frame and tough-looking face have been known to make some of them cry. Tawnybrook
An average-sized molly, built and bred to live in the coniferous mountains of ConiferClan. Tawnybrook has soft and long fur, many hues of brown and ticked with black. Black tabby markings streak their way along her legs and face, and a dark black long reaches down her back to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are a soft, pale green. Kind-hearted and affectionate feline, perhaps too much for her own good. Tawnybrook is loving to all and treats all her clanmates like her kin. Though she has her, many, moments of being ditzy and forgetful, she means well. Tawnybrook isn't a strong fighter due to her more passive nature. EAGLESWOOP
Eagleswoopโs body is built compact with many strong muscles, with broad shoulders and powerful legs for climbing and jumping. Equipped with long and thick fur to protect him of the chilling conditions of ConiferClanโs environment. His coat is a dark brown, with hues of lighter brown towards the ends of his fur and predominately around his face and head. Mackerel tabby markings decorate his pelt from ears to tail-tip. His whiskers are long and occasionally untidy. And his eyes are a deep amber. Many scars makeup along his body that tell tales of victorious battles. Eagleswoop is a tom of dedication and hard-work, your classic warrior. He shows characteristics of loyalty and commitment, believing that it is only the bare minimum to offer to a clan and family you were born to cater to. He adores all of his clanmates and being a warrior. There is no task he wonโt turn down and put in all of his effort- no matter tedious or small. But he has a dark side. An insatiable desire to protect- to fight for those he loves. As a young warrior it was hard to ignore, jumping into skirmishes with foxes and other predators without much of a battleplan. Ignoring his clanmatesโ pleas to retreat. He believed he was invincible. And after years of learning tough lessons, and camp confinement due to injuries, his thirst for battle waned. Though he still may get a little carried away when scaring away a fox or a, rare, passing rogue. He now quenches his need for battle by teaching it to the youth or touching up on skills during sparring. Eagleswoop has a soft spot for the youth and kits, and heโs completely weakened for his beloved mate. SILENTSHADOW
A lithe, lean little molly. With a dainty shape and a short coat, though thick enough to insulate warmth. Her pelt is solid black and always seemingly glistens no matter how dark or light the area is. Hence her name, Silentshadow, she can appear to be just that, a stealthy shadow amongst her clanmates. Her eyes are a soft, pale yellow, as gold as the dawn sky. Silentshadow is, well, silent. She is reserved and keeps everyday clanmate to a minimum, or if she can manage, never. When she is social she is cold and can be rather mean. She would even go as far to say as she hates everyone(sheโs full of angst, beware). There is only a select few she will open up to beyond one word answers. She is a skilled huntress though, and finds most of her joy when out in the forest stalking her unsuspecting prey. Many of her clanmates praise her skills, despite being so young. She takes being one of the best hunters very seriously, and is very prideful of the title. Her father was Flinthawk. The two were never very close, Silenthawk despised him. His pride and the way he boasted every chance he got. His death shook her, no matter how much she resented him. And ever since sheโs had strange dreams that make her question the sincerity of his untimely death. BURNTEARS
Burntears is a mostly white she-cat. She has a stripe of cream along her back and around the majority of her face. Like her names suggests she also has dark brown sections on her fur, notably around her eyes and her ears. She has long, silky fur that she tries to keep nicely groomed. Her eyes are pale blue, so pale they almost look gray at first. She is a very even-tempered and cheerful cat who has always looked at the bright side of things. She struggled sometimes with getting along with others due to seeming almost scatterbrained during most of her warrior-hood. No surprise swept the clan when she had her first little of kits with her mate. It seemed much more natural of a role for a cat like her. Now that her kits are grown a bit, she is slowly trying to ease back into warrior life, and is finding it difficult. Burntears was one of the few cats who seemed not too affected by the recent clan tragedies, more focused on motherhood and her own transition back to normalcy. PALESTREAM Palestream is a small she-cat with medium- length fur. She has a bengal pattern, a pale cream base with light brown spots. The light brown around her neck, face and tail are stripes. Her eyes are a dull green shade of sage, browning around the pupils. Her nose and paw pads are a pinkish color, giving her a sweet look. Palestream is, in fact a rather sweet she-cat, and she goes out of her way to help others. She is also quite observant, and whenever you have lost a few night sleep because of nightmares or lost you favorite stick. She is very loyal, and known to be able to keep a secret if she believes in it. She can hunt well in any weather, but known to bring back the most prey in snowy terrain when her pelt matches the surroundings. Palestream was born in Coniferclan, and shortly after her mother died of blood loss, complications from kitting. Due to this Palestream and her littermates were solely raised by their father, who was grieving hard for his lost mate. Due to this he wasn't around much, and they didn't get much attention. As apprentices Palestream grew close to Burntears, then Burntpaw, and they continued being friends through warriorhood. Shortly after she got her warrior name, her father died fighting a fox on patrol. She was sad, but continued on with her warrior duties, using it as her own way of grieving. SLATESTORM This tom is such an exact copy of his father, you might believe a ghost was wandering around camp until he sets startling copies of his mother's ice blue eyes upon you. A truly massive cat in every sense of the word, tall and very muscular, with a thick, long grey coat that only adds to his sense of enormity. Atop his head sits plumed ears, that are always perked, always listening, always waiting. His parents raised him to be more soldier than warrior, a puppet meant to respond to however they might choose to pull his strings. Thick grey fur does a good job at hiding scars not caused by the life of a warrior, but the so called trials of his own mother. Always with the intention of making him better, stronger. For so much of his life he strived toward just that, maybe kidding himself that he wanted just that as much as his parents did. Then, for all his father's strength, power and loyalties - it did nothing to save him from the monster that slaughtered him. In the moons since Flinthawk died, Slatestorm has been trying to figure out what he wants from his life that isn't the whims and wishes of his parents. Slatestorm is loyal to a fault, quick to anger and frankly far too strong for his own good, but the next moons will define what he wants to do with that. ORIOLEHOP
Oriolehop is a fluffy, medium-sized tom. He has a ginger and white coat with faint mackerel tabby markings. His ears are slightly tall and pointed. He has a thick tail along with pale yellow eyes. Oriolehop is observant yet cautious. He prefers to keep an eye on what is most important to him. For Oriolehop, his family is what comes first. He feels the need to protect and care for his kits more than anything. He is known to be courteous and affable. He is easy to approach due to his friendliness. Heโs respectful of his clanmates unless there is animosity between them. However, Oriolehop can be very overprotective. He tends to coddle his kits, despite their age. It's unfortunately common that he will interrupt Buckpaw or Snowpaw's training, just to check in on them. He tries to give them some space as they're growing up, but sometimes he can't help it. CYPRESSMASK
Cypressmask is an average-sized tom. He has long limbs with large ears. His fur is dim grey with plenty of white markings. He has white patches from his chin to his belly. He also has white socks on his back feet along with white fur on his front paws. Across Cypressmask's pelt are thick, dark grey mackerel tabby markings. He has sage green eyes. Cypressmask is the type of tom that appeases others instead of himself. He is clearly efficient in his role as a warrior and enjoys helping out whenever and however he can. He's a rule follower and never strays from the rules. Cypressmask would be one to spill the truth about a clanmate if they broke the Warrior Code or worse. Other than that, he's organized and known for his generosity.
PAINTEDMASK
Well built musculature that wraps around a still lithe form covered in thick fur creates this particular tomcat. A pelt that gleams mostly of snow white covers his body. Inky pools of black appear throughout his fur here and there, notably around his ears, two splotches along his lower spine, and his thick tail that is completely coated in night black. Eyes of piercing amber peer from the intermingling of black and white upon this tom's face. Being raised with promises of grandeur and vows of leadership, it is no surprise that this tomcat is an ambitious one. Not only that, but he's spoiled. Bratty. He doesn't play by the rules and he will make sure that he gets what he wants, for when his father was alive he always received exactly what he wanted - everything except leadership. His father had told him again and again that he would be the warrior to succeed him, but by the time of his father's passing, he had yet to be named deputy. Instead of taking his father's place, some other cat did, and now this black and white menace longs all the more for his rightful place as ConiferClan's leader. Stubborn and headstrong, he's not one to give up, either. Once his mind has locked onto something, he is going to go after it no matter the cost. He is resilient and capable, perhaps the two only traits of his that can be seen in a positive light. He does his duties for his Clan, so he isn't unworthy of praise, but he demands much more from others than is necessary, and demands more from others than he will ever demand of himself. HONEYSKIP If a small cloud grew legs and fangs, that is a good description of this young shecat. A little ball of sunshine, her coat is a blend of creams and oranges ranging from very pale to quite dark, with thick bands of darker colours. Her chest, tail-tip and each paw is marked with a creamy white. Her eyes are dark greyish blue. The type to keep herself to herself as much as she can, to keep herself out of bother, Honeyskip is what would be considered a rather shy cat for the Clan, keeping only a close-knit and small group of friends. It took a special cat to draw her out of her shell, and she found that in the tom she would take as a mate, and the father of her sons. Despite being something of a shadow within camp's walls, Honeyskip is a very sweet, good natured cat who will never turn away a cat in need. Despite being quiet as a mouse, she is far more protective than most would give her credit for. Honeyskip had her kits quite young, and it took her some time to find her feet with it, but she wouldn't trade her sons for the world. STORMYSAGE Stormysage is a thin she-cat of average height. Her silver fur has patches of white on her chest, underbelly, tail-tip, and partial socks on her front and back paws. Her pelt is also accented by darker gray mackerel tabby markings. She has electric green eyes, and a berry red nose. Stormysage is known to be a rather astute feline, more often than not being able to accurately asses situations and others emotions. This could make her highly empathetic, but she tends to keep to herself. She is a fine warrior who does her job well, and does her job right. It's hard for Stormysage to completely let go of control, liking her routine and liking things in their proper place. Though if the mood is right, she's been known to pal around with close friends. To enjoy those carefree moments of escape before she ultimately has to come back to reality. Some would call her bossy, she would just call it being efficient. ASTERFROST
Small in stature, and shorter than the average cat, Asterfrost often gets looked over as being nonthreatening. She's a rather attractive molly, with fur as soft as a rabbits. Her pelt is mostly cream colored, with a dark brown mask and darkened ears. Her plumed tail and her dainty paws look like they're dipped with the same rich brown fur. Peeking out from her dark-furred mask are these icy blue eyes. What she lacks in brawn, she makes up for with her quick wit and smart mouth. While she may not be able to fight her way out of situations, she's been known to talk her way out of them, or at least outsmart her opponents. Asterfrost sticks to her morals and isn't afraid to speak her mind, even if that smart mouth of hers gets her into trouble. She is a genuinely good cat that tries to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. She believes that there is kindness in every cat, and she tends to focus on the good qualities in someone because it might bring them out more. Asterfrost has a bit of a stubborn streak, and once she's made up her mind it's hard to get her to change it. There is a general calm air about her. Never known to raise her voice, and is typically level-headed. She leans into her compassion too much to see someone for who they truly are. BEEWHISKER
A very young and very handsome looking tom, Beewhisker's lean muscles are well-defined beneath his lithe frame. He's a tall tomcat with long legs and thin paws, each step oozing with confidence as he walks with his chest out and head held high. Always keen on keeping his short, creamy white pelt clean of any debris, Beewhisker also likes to admire his flame-streaked face and clear blue eyes. His ginger stripes also adorn his powerful legs, as well as the end of his tail. Some might call him chaos incarnate, but Beewhisker just likes to think of himself as fun and spontaneous. He's never been one one to take himself seriously. Life is too short to be sad and boring, so why not be happy and impulsive instead. Sure it's important to get his warrior duties done, but it's not like stopping to smell the roses every once in a while, or trying to see how far he can sneak into Monster's Lair, has ever hurt anyone before. His good looks and charming way of speaking have gotten Beewhisker out of some sticky situations, so much so that he's never actually had to answer for the consequences of his actions before. While he may seem ignorant to what others think of him, the flame point tomcat would rather keep expectations of himself low so that he doesn't run the risk of disappointing anyone ever again. LEMONLEAF
If there is one word to describe Lemonleaf, it's enjoyment. The young she-cat lives to enjoy her life, enjoy prey, and enjoy the company of other cats. She does her warrior duties with little complaint, yes, but the golden-orange spotted tabby would not place that particularily high on her list. They are merely a means to an end - do the duties, then spend time frolicking about the territory with any cat that catches her eye (and yes, any cat). She has a friendly relationship with her brother: in moments neither of them are out, they can be found lounging in the sun together in camp. Lemonleaf stays on the sunny (albeit fickle) side of life. SUNNYNOSE Sunnynose is a medium fur lengthed flamepoint tom with gray eyes flacked with little bits of brown. He is a respected warrior who excels in combat, but has a reputation for being easily distracted. He is a hopeless romantic who falls easily for any she-cat who looks at him with affection. He believes that making new lives for the clan is just as important as defending it. He tends to get tunnelnvision on whatever his current goal would be at the time. Sometimes it's she-cats, sometimes it's raising his kits. His intents aren't malicious, he just tends to hyperfixate on certain things. He does try really hard to be a good example of a warrior for the younger cats, though. HAZELSPRING Hazelspring is small she-cat with rather fully fur, making her look bigger than her build. Her fur is mostly white, with a spotting of light ginger on her right ear, as well as her entire tail being an orange striped pattern. Her eyes are a dark icy blue, like the deepest part of a frozen lake, paired with a light pink nose. Hazelspring is a soft figure, and rather shy. She is deeply committed to her duties, and yearns to prove herself after being made a warrior two moons late. For most of her late apprenticeship, as well as for her early warrior moons, she had a crush on Sunnynose, but she was too shy to ask if he felt the same way. One night, she mustered up her courage and asked, and he said yes! Soon after, Hazelspring found she was pregnant. Once the kits were born, the two grew apart, all of their attention focused on the kits. She got tired of Sunnynose coming in and only paying attention to the newborns, and she broke up with him. JUMPTALON
Jumptalon is a small, light cat who is very nimble on his paws. He is a brown bengal, with spots on his main body and stripes on his legs and tail. His face his a slight charcoal pattern. Jumptalons eyes are a hazel-amber, and they reflect his emotions when they are high. Jumptalon is young, but he is a very focused warrior. He is very polite and slightly stiff. Although he can be socially awkward at times, if you can get him engaged in a conversation you won't regret it. Since Jumptalon is nimble and light, he can run fast and climb high, good for hunting in the peaks and in the woods. SQUIRRELSTREAK He is a fluffy white tom with a grey tail and some grey accents on his face, paws and back and sky blue eyes. A proud tom he is respected yet not completely serious. One day he can be leading a patrol to fight off a bear the next, flirting with the leader even though she already has a mate. At a young age his brother passed away from an attacking badger and he thought he could never recover from the loss. But after some healing time he slowly overcame the fact, but it has still left a small hole permanently in his heart. He's hoping that his good friend lemonleaf will help him fill that hole someday but as of now she is a free spirit wandering the forest. WOLFSTRIDE Wolfstride is tall and graceful, with a longhaired coat of thick tabby fur in varying shades of silver and grey, and piercing yellow eyes just like her namesake. Dark grey freckles the bridge of her nose as well as her back, as if someone has scattered soot across her face and along her spine. Sheโs about a head taller than most she-cats. Her stormy expression paired with the preternatural stillness of an apex predator is unsettling enough to give anyone second thoughts about approaching her. Wolfstride speaks softly and carries herself with quiet confidence. She is deeply loyal to the Clan and fiercely protective of those she cares about. That kind of loyalty is easily abused, though, and sheโs not above getting her paws dirty to keep them safe. She could be convinced to do something underhanded for a good enough reason. Wolfstrideโs talents include lurking, looming, accidentally scaring young cats out of their wits, and weaving flowers into her nest for decoration. ASPENSONG
Aspensong is a cat-shaped battering ram. She has short golden fur and bright green eyes that yellow towards the center. Her presence is strong and solid and packed with muscle. Her broad-shouldered, powerful build belies her speed and quick reflexes, making this molly a truly formidable opponent. Sheโd be more intimidating still if it werenโt for the infectious grin on her face at all times. Aspensong is a relentlessly optimistic ray of sunshine and a proficient prodder of silent-types. Itโs hard not to get swept up in the boisterous warriorโs boundless enthusiasm for life. She does enjoy and take pride in being an accomplished fighter, though - perhaps a little too much. In addition to being venturesome and a tad reckless, Aspensong's biggest flaw is that she's too quick to solve problems using her claws and teeth. While otherwise completely unintimidating, she can also be cheerfully bloodthirsty; so, perhaps there is something uniquely frightening about an enemy who doesnโt stop smiling as she rips your ears off. SWIFTSTREAM Swiftstream is a gray lynx point tom with blue eyes. He was named for his lean build by his parents who assumed he would be a quick cat. While he can run fast when the mood strikes him, heโs content to go at his own pace. Heโs a fairly kind, friendly but quiet cat who likes to take things easy most of the time to the point some claim heโs lazy. Much like his name, he just goes with the flow. But still waters can run deep, and heโs been known to lash out when heโs upset. It just takes a lot to upset him! Oddly enough he tends to like hanging out with more outgoing cats. WHISPERBREEZE
Whisperbreeze is a lovely young cat, with graceful features. Her slim frame and angular face give her a certain air of poise and grace. Her pelt is silver and white with a streak of black running down her tail, and darker silver tabby markings on her forehead. Her eyes are not quite brown, but not quite gold. More of a deep amber, like pools of honey. She is wise beyond her years, and kindhearted, usually preferring to settle any differences with words rather than resorting to violence. Don't be mistaken though, Whisperbreeze is not afraid to get her claws dirty, she just sticks firm to the belief that you catch more flies with honey than mouse bile. Her strengths include stealth and climbing given her light weight and nimble paws, though she can hold her own in physical combat so long as she relies more on her speed and wit. Whisperbreeze grew up in Coniferclan, and she is a loyal warrior through and through, willing to lay her life down for her clan and her clan mates. IRISTUFT
A long-legged tom, Iristuft towers over most, made up of lean muscles to accompany his tall stature. His pelt is thick and long, made to protect him from the unforgivable winters of the mountains. An ensemble of white and silver with deeper gray tabby markings crisscrossing along his coat. His tabby patterning is more prominent along his flanks, legs, head, and tail. The fur along his neck is thicker, giving him a bit of a 'mane'. His eyes are light green. Not the most popular cat due to his never-ending sour mood. Iristuft is as hard-working and ambitious as any ConiferClan cat. It is his impatient and cynical views that make him rather unlikeable. Not that he cares to be liked. Iristuft is strictly business, a perfectionist in his work as a warrior. SNOWTALON Snowpaw is a longhaired tom who is mostly white, with a bright orange tail and a few tiny orange spots on his forehead. His eyes are gray, with only a hint of green hue visible whe the sun reflects from them just right. He is a spunky, excitable cat with a deep love for hunting. He likes to sometimes play pranks on other cats, but means no harm. The only thing he really seems to have a disdain for is herbs, he loves his brother but really cannot stand the smell of the stronger poultices in the medicine den and tends to start sneezing when he has to pop in for extended periods. SILKSONG
Sleek, lithe, and youthful. It's no surprise that this molly has caught the eyes of many. She is clad in smoky gray-black that swirls with darker tabby markings. Throughout the silky plumes that is her fur, striking ginger peeks its head out, creating an eclipsed look. Shadows eating the sun. A carefully placed white collar surrounds her throat, dipping down onto her underbelly and then found once more upon her paws. Angular amber eyes complete this molly's physical appearance. A stunning molly and she knows it, this dainty feline is an entertainer and a charmer. She's got a charismatic aura that draws in the attention of all sorts of cats, and she uses this charm she carries to play with others and get what she wants. She is a flirtatious thing as well, loving the game of messing with hearts and seeing just how far she can string things along - tying her down would be a legendary feat in and of itself. While she is still a hardworking member of the Clan, she's the kind of cat that is relaxed about the rules and won't bat an eye if she catches a Clanmate breaking a rule here and there. She lives by making her own rules and does what makes her happy, which, in the long run, tends to make those around her unhappy. OWLPAW
A young and curious tom, Owlpaw is. He is an awkwardly built little cat, just barely losing his downy kit fur and coming into his adult body. His hindlegs are a bit longer than his forelegs, and he has yet to grow into his huge paws. His pelt is thick and long. The base a creamy color while his paws, ears, tail, are all dark brown. As well as a dark brown โmaskโ on his face. His eyes are an icy blue. Owlpaw is a joyous and playful bundle of fur, always finding himself getting under others paws which is met with either amusement, or annoyance. Even with his joyful display, he knows when to get serious with his training. The adolescent is curious, and questions everything that interests his mind, which happens to be quite a lot. But he stores his knowledge and knows many fun facts and lore about the forest and ConfiferClan itself. And sometimes even, those fun facts can turn into very tall tales. AUBURNPAW Auburnpaw is a silver scottish-fold she-cat with Charcoal stripes. She has Auburn brown eyes that seem to glow when she's happy. Under her chin her fur fades into white, as well as around her ears and neck. Her nose and paw pads are a dark pinkish-brown, not too noticeable. Her ears are folded down close to her head, and you can barely see the ear tufts that poke out. She is a rather mischievous apprentice, a lover of pulling harmless pranks. Whenever it is taking a nest out of the warriors den to trip a cat up or steal their fresh-kill when they aren't looking, you can always guess that Auburnpaw is behind it. Even if it seems that she spends lots of time cleaning out bedding, she still gets a good amount of training, enough to be a well rounded apprentice in all of her skills. Her favorite thing to do is hunt, maybe because she is good at it or because she is slightly making up for all of her pranks (she doesn't feel bad but maybe if she brings back enough prey she won't have to clean out the bedding). RATTLEPAW
A lithe molly on the smaller size, she did not inherit much from either parent when it comes to her stature. Her mostly cream-white pelt is short yet thick, holding in enough warmth to keep her from freezing over. Like her mother, she has patches of ghostly gray creeping around her face, ears, limbs, and tail. Etched into the gray are smoky tabby markings rather than just being solid gray points. Her eyes are a striking crystal blue. A meek and jumpy feline from the start, her nervous energy only got worse after the untimely death of her father. His death pushed her from being nervous to being fully paranoid, afraid that she's being watched and targeted at any given time. She's always on edge, making it hard for her to concentrate, to form positive relationships, and to even sleep at night. With no energy she has no drive to succeed. This has dramatically effected her warrior training to the point of being postposed almost indefinitely. This molly feels unwelcome in her Clan and unsafe, a huge part of her afraid that whatever happened to her father is now going to happen to her. It doesn't help that her mother has only scorn in her words for this molly. With no cat that she feels safe around, she is starting to doubt if she even belongs in the Clan, the thought of leaving and becoming a loner sounding sweeter and sweeter each day. CARIBOUPAW
Cariboupaw has a thick, fluffy pelt that makes her look bigger than she is. She has a bulky, sturdy frame that sheโs trying to grow into. Her pelt begins with a base of white on her chest. It quickly becomes a creamy brown and fades into a darker brown. Her long, bushy tail is dark brown. Her large front and back paws are white and tufted. Cariboupawโs face is a deep brown, almost black starting from the bridge of her nose and muzzle. The color of her face lessens into a paler brown, then cream at its edges. She has deep brown ears and legs. Cariboupaw has big ice blue eyes. Known for her fiery attitude, Cariboupaw has no to little filter. She might call it being "passionate." She will talk up a storm, no matter how bothersome she can be. Cariboupaw is bold, willing to go the mile for her aspirations. She's quite sure of herself and craves independency despite her age. Cariboupaw can pretty predictable in terms of her behavior. If she's frustrated, there's no doubt she will throw a fit. Her stubbornness can easily rear its head. She will continue to try something several times with little to no progress, and yet, Cariboupaw doesn't understand why. Nonetheless, she wants to succeed past being an average warrior, but first, she has to learn how to not be condescending. Her mother is Burntears & father was Haresprint. Her littermate is Owlpaw. PHEASANTPAW She is a beautiful longhaired brown and white she cat with green eyes who takes pride in her appearance and can sometimes be found in her nest early in the morning cleaning herself. She loves hunting with her friends and can't wait to be a warrior. She always tries her best and works hard but can be a bit of a show off. She flirts quite a lot but mostly to see other cats reactions and get attention. She makes sure to be extra nice when snowpaw is around because she likes the attention and pleasing him (or anyone else) 13 moons old. FOGPAW Fogpaw is a lithe tomcat of average size and stature. He has inquisitive green eyes and a dense, shorthaired coat of outrageously soft fur. His fur is a grey so pale itโs almost white, like the underside of a cloud, or the fog that creeps through the conifers. Heโs mediocre at hunting and downright pathetic in close combat; the best he can get away with is darting into the fray, striking hard and fast, and diving back into cover. But honestly, he'd rather be planning the battle than fighting it. Tactics and strategy are where this tomโs talents truly shine. Observant, curious, and empathetic, Fogpaw is a quick learner with a keen eye for detail. To him obstacles are an intellectual challenge and other cats a puzzle to be figured out. However, he is still too young and inexperienced to understand that not everyone can or should be reasoned with. He also has a tendency to try to solve problems where there are none, sometimes creating more in the process. If heโs not careful, he might just poke his nose where it doesnโt belong, see something he shouldnโt, and endanger himself in the process. Fogpaw excels at overthinking, overplanning, arguing, long-suffering sighs, and reluctantly getting dragged into shenanigans. Usually in that order. |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 19, 2024 14:05:23 GMT -5
Silverfern
Silverfern is a long-haired grey she cat with blue eyes. She has a few grey stripes on her back and on her legs as well. She is intelligent and somewhat bold. As an apprentice she took longer than her littermates to become a warrior but that was because she didn't believe in herself. After that she stopped doubting herself then became a warrior soon after. GOLDENCHILL
A large and intimidating molly, one would think of her as a fierce warrior with thorn sharp claws, but this feline is anything but that. Upon closer inspection her golden tabby and white pelt is too soft and too unmarred to match the profile of a warrior. Her leafy green eyes are too soft to reflect any anger inside. She's delicate at best, a large molly with a fragile heart. Always having been the soft-spoken type and a romantic, this molly settled into a nurturing role well. She has always been the type to care for those in need and offer a helping paw when others need guidance. She is kind and gentle, a mother to all, and she was beyond thrilled when, after seasons and seasons of trying, she found out she was to be a mother. Happiness was too weak of a word to describe how she was upon that moment, yet complications arose, her kits arriving too early. Three never lived, one only alive for a moon. The passing of her kits has left her broken, a mere ghost of what she once was. She has withdrawn into herself, and while she still watches over those who need it, she carries a sorrowful aura wherever she goes. Distant and sullen now, she spends most of her time in camp, busying herself with small tasks in hopes of keeping her mind off of the family that should have been hers. SILVERFERNโS LITTER
(unborn) SORRELSNAP A bright ginger-red tabby tomcat with a white chest, snip down his stomach, and white paws. His red tinted pelt is sleek yet thick - or used to be thick in his youth. With age creeping up on him like ivy his pelt has slowly been losing its former thickness, leaving him cold even on warmer nights. Once bright copper eyes are now dulling and growing cloudy as his eyesight begins to fade. This tomcat has always been a sharp-tongued warrior with a wittiness that catches even the most prepared of cats off guard. He's dutiful and of the no-nonsense sort. If a job needs to get done, he's the cat that will step forward and do it, but not without a grumble or two. He's stubborn and a bit too proud, though he won't ever admit to such things. In his older age he's gotten all the more snappy, especially in the mornings and at night when his bones ache the most. As of recent his eyesight and hearing have started to fade, and his aching bones have been causing him more issues than not. If not for age throwing itself at him as much as it had, this tomcat would have remained a warrior. BEAVERPELT Beaverpelt has settled nicely into his role as an elder. He always seemed destined for that role - as a warrior, he was more gentle than his clanmates, much preferring hunting patrols over border patrols or battle training. He was never particularly ambitious and was content with his life just supporting his clan. Once he had kits, he blossomed. He realized how much he loved raising kits, encouraging them to be the best they can be. After that, he focused on mentoring apprentices. Now, as an elder, that warmth for young cats remains. He enjoys laying out in the camp, telling stories to the kits, and pretending to be an intruder for them to "battle". Beaverpelt is an longhaired brown Oriental cat. He has light green eyes. His long tail, triangular face, and wide ears give him plenty of real estate for kits to climb all over. He has long, chocolate brown fur, hence his namesake. |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 19, 2024 17:59:29 GMT -5
- Cedarstar; large dark brown tabby tom, died at 82 moons old due to effects of Flinthawk's poisoning.
- Haresprint; a lanky, cream and ginger tom, died from smoke inhalation.
- Flickerpaw; a cream-white tom, died of burn wounds.
- Jumpingjay; large black tom, died of greencough.
- Frigidkit; smoke grey molly, died at birth.
- Rainkit; dark grey molly, died at birth.
- Skykit; dilute tortoiseshell molly, died at birth.
- Brightkit; golden ginger tom, died at 1 moon old of health complicaitions.
- Miststar; silver tabby tom, killed in a landslide.
- Snowpine; small, fluffy white molly, died kitting.
- Morningdrift; large dilute calico molly, died of starvation.
- Dewripple; silver tabby tom, died when crushed by falling tree.
- Darksong; large seal point tom, died of bloodloss following hunting accident.
- Flinthawk; massive steel-grey tom, killed by Briarwhistle.
- Darkstep; large cream tom, killed by Clan after they learned he'd killed kits.
- Fallenmoon; a smoke black molly, killed by Clan after cursing it.
- Timbertail; a pale brown tabby tom, killed falling from cliffs.
- Sunfall; a small, dark golden tom, died fighting a wolf.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 19, 2024 18:25:45 GMT -5
NEWSCURRENT SEASON:โโผ๐ขโCLAN NEWS
12 moons ago: Cedarstar loses his eighth life, having become progressively sick over several moons.
7 moons ago: Flinthawk is found dead from wounds, having been missing three sunrises. Briarwhistle succeeds him.
5 moons ago: Cedarstar dies, Briarwhistle ascends to the rank of leader and becomes Briarstar.
1 moon ago: Briarstar discovers she is carrying kits - as her position is precarious, no one knows but her mate.
1 week ago; a small hunting patrol was attacked by a hawk, though the hawk was killed the patrol was injured. Briarstar's injuries caused her to go into premature labour, her kits are born healthy but small, and the Leader loses her first life to a combination of the bloodloss and injuries.
1 week ago; Buckpaw earns his full medicine cat name to become Bucktail. Snowpaw earns his full warrior name to become Snowtalon.
MEMBER NEWS
ConiferClan is a very, very old Clan, and as such the stories of its founding have morphed and changed over the generations and the different takes on its stories.
The tale goes that ConiferClan once came from a territory that was shared by a handful of clans, where infighting and arguments were so frequent that it nearly drove the Clans to destruction. A branch of cats grew sick of this life and split from their clans, and made for the mountains, here they made this sprawling and isolated Territory their own.
For generations we have thrived in these mountaintops, away from a world that has once seen ckancats driven to near extinction.
ConiferClan takes such an isolated position that many of our cats have forgotten that there are clans in the world beyond its own, and there is pretty much no cat in the clan that remembers what a twoleg looks like. NOTABLE CATS
- HAILSTAR; the first leader of ConiferClan in these new territories.
- SCARLETSTAR: preceded Cedarstar.
- CEDARSTAR; previous leader, died of prolonged and mysterious illness.
- MISTSTAR; leader to preceed Cedarstar and Hailstar.
- DAPPLEDSTAR: succeeded Miststar.
- FALLENMOON; first medicine cat of ConiferClan, exiled when she broke the code and had kits.
- BROOKBERRY; history knows her as the first medicine cat.
- SOOTSPIRIT; medicine cat before Oakstreak.
MAIN PLOT
Two seasons ago, while the Leader was on their deathbed, there was a shake-up of the rankings. The Clanโs deputy, Flinthawk, was found dead under mysterious circumstances. In his place, the formidable Briarwhistle was promoted to the role of deputy, and while a shecat to keep herself to herself, few at the time doubted that she would make a poor choice for the future of ConiferClan. A short while later, when the leader themselves died too, the deputy become leader, taking in the name of Briarstar.It should have been as simple as that. But recently there have been dark and mysterious whispers in the winds of our home, strange and dark echoes that tell a story of a more bloody demise for the previous deputy than weโd been willing to believe. What I picture happened (if people have more ideas, changes or things to add do feel free to mention)
The previous deputy had actually been slowly poisoning their elderly leader, Flinthawk was a more bloodthirsty cat than anyone was willing to believe. Briarwhistle has realised this and confronted the cat, who in turn has tried to kill her for learning the truth. The shecat was barely able to escape with her life, but knowing much of her clan saw her as an ambitious and somewhat of an outsider, she didnโt think sheโd be believed.
The voices arenโt are own ancestors, but something darker.
Will the truth come to light, and will the Clan believe Briarstarโs version of events?
SUBPLOTS
The Queen's Curse.
In the first moons of ConiferClan's existence, its leaders would make a mistake that would wound the Clan's very nature for generations to come.
The Clan's first medicine cat, a talented molly named Fallenmoon, had harboured a secret inside her for weeks. She was expecting kits - an outright violation of the medicine cat's code. Fallenmoon had always believed it a ridiculous rule, and believed her Clan would come to learn reason when they realised she - a loyal and loved Clanmate, had decided to breech that one small rule.
But her kits are born, and her dream litter quickly became a nightmare.
The Clan learned of her break of the laws of StarClan - and still so new to this world, were too afraid of what bad-luck breaking the rules might bring onto them. Hailstar, the first of our leaders, gave the order to drive the medicine cat off ConiferClan lands. With her law-breaking kits in tow.
Several cries of horror went up - leafbare had been harsh and showed every promise of only becomming harsher. They had already lost several strong warriors to the cold and hunger that season, there was very little chance a queen and her small kits would stand any chance fending for themselves beyond the Clan's expansive territories. But Hailstar stood by his order, and the queen and her small kits were escorted from Camp.
Her kits wouldn't live to see more than two sunrises beyond Clan's camp.
And the medicine cat buried a part of herself along with her two kits.
For moons Fallenmoon plotted her Clan's demise, just payment for the death of her innocent younglings. Until finally, seasons later she would return, a haggard shell of the fine medicine cat ConiferClan had known in her time with them. But Hailstar would never forget the face of the molly he had sent to die in exile.
She placed a curse on the Clan:
Before I take my last breath you shall feel my wrath. Your queens will suffer fatal labors, and your kits born weak and stillborn. ConiferClan shall never know the joy of bringing new life for it will always come with a price.
She had barely gotten out her last words before Hailstar ordered his warriors to end it, end her.
The fight lasted a matter of moments, fine, trained warriors barely struggling against a medicine cat who'd spent moons alone and starving, wallowing in her own grief. She was killed, but her curse would linger.
Taking its first victims that same night, a Queen and each of her kittens stolen to the stars before any of her litter could breathe their first. Their blood would be the first of many that would come to stain ConiferClan camp. Hardly a queen or a kitting would go by without a fatality in the moons since Fallenmoon breathed her last.
The leaders and medicine cats would do their best to bury the memory with the old medicine cat, but the truth lies in the pudding. Queens and their litters have been buried long before their time.and its only going to get worse.This plot will be open to everyone, if you'd like to add it to your character's back-story when you join, or that they're going to suffer a similar tragedy you are welcome to join in.
This plot has been discussed at length within our Chat-Page, feel free to catch up/get more detail over there. As always feel free to ask questions, and if you have any more ideas, do absolutely mention it.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 19, 2024 18:33:59 GMT -5
MEMBERSladylantsov : Briarstar, Greyhawk, Slatestorm & Honeyskip.
whispering : Eagleswoop, Tawnybrook, Silentshadow, Owlpaw & Whistlekit.
๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ : Oakstreak, Sunnynose, Burntears & Snowtalon.
Dew : Gingerflame, Palestream, Hazelspring, Jumptalon, Auburnpaw & Newtkit.
Feathertalon : Bucktail, Wisteriasnow, Paintedmask, Silksong, Rattlepaw, Goldenchill, Lousekit & Sorrelsnap.
aquatail : Squirrelstreak, Silverfern & Pheasantpaw.
[X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] : Lemonleaf & Beaverpelt.
Sand : Oriolehop, Cypressmask, Cariboupaw & Loonkit.
๐๐๐๐๐ข : Rookberry, Stormysage, Asterfrost & Beewhisker.
tumblepaw : Swiftstream.
Tealraven : Wolfstride, Aspensong & Fogpaw.
whisperbreeze : Whisperbreeze. (If you have any requests please pop them in your forms!)
MENTORS & APPRENTICES
Owlpaw is mentored by Gingerflame.
Rattlepaw is mentored by Briarstar.
Auburnpaw is mentored by Greyhawk.
Cariboupaw is mentored by Beewhisker.
Pheasantpaw is mentored by Cypressmask.
Fogpaw is mentored by Swiftstream.
MATES
Briarstar x Eagleswoop
Flinthawk x Wisteriasnow
Gingerflame x Silverfern
Greyhawk x Goldenchill
Haresprint x Burntears
Sorrelsnap x Jumpingjay
Oriolehop x Honeyskip
Slatestorm x Asterfrost
Beaverpelt x Primrosesplash
Sunnynose x Hazelspring
FAMILIES
Briarstar x Eagleswoop = Newtkit, Lousekit, Whistlekit and Loonkit.
Burntears x Haresprint = Owlpaw, Cariboupaw & Flickerpaw.
Flinthawk x Wisteriasnow = Silentshadow, Slatestorm & Rattlepaw.
Gingerflame x Silverfern = Orchidkit, Copperkit, Hollowkit & Possumkit. (unborn)
Greyhawk x Goldenchill = Frigidkit, Rainkit, Skykit & Brightkit.
Miststar x Patchpetal = Nightmask
Cedarstar x Nightmask = Paintedmask
Beaverpelt x Primrosesplash = Cedarstar & Oakstreak.
Oriolehop x Honeyskip = Buckpaw and Snowpaw.
Sorrelsnap x Goldtalon (surrogate for Jumpingjay) = Eagleswoop
??? x ??? = Goldenchill & Honeyskip.
??? x ??? = Greyhawk & Rookberry.
??? x ??? = Cypressmask & Stormysage.
Sunnynose x Hazelspring = Beewhisker & Lemonleaf
??? x Sunnynose = Wolfstride.
??? x ??? = Pheasantpaw & Fogpaw.
??? x Ghostspider = Briarstar.
Dewripple x Morningdrift = Cinderstream, Dawnfrost, Silentfall
Silentfall x Darkstep = Shadekit, Blackkit, Quietkit ; Darksong, Ebonypaw
Darksong x Snowpine = Lilykit, Mistlekit, Hollypaw, Wisteriasnow
??? x Silksong = Aspensong & Swiftstream.
I sacrificed my sanity to make this coding, and it quite frankly shows in places. Everything here except other peopleโs characters and the images belong to ladylantsov .
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Post by ladylantsov on May 20, 2024 3:08:16 GMT -5
|| Considering most of this coding was done on an ipad, looking at this from a laptop at work... I'm honestly impressed the coding holds up as I'd hoped.
Please join so my efforts weren't wasted 
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Post by ladylantsov on May 20, 2024 9:56:39 GMT -5
|| Coding and starter saves! Strong possibility I might change this as its very similar to the Clan's, but I'm all coded out.BRIARSTAR
As Dawn breaks over camp, Briarstar steals back into camp like a thief in the night.
She swipes her tongue over her dark, tabby dappled maw, as though trying to get rid of a foul taste. The leader smells like mushrooms - but a cat who thought to pay more attention would catch notes of something more acidic that the mushrooms has been meant to hide.
Where sheโd emptied the contents of her own belly in the dirt place, a commonplace occurrence doe the molly. Yet despite how often she lost her meals recently, her stomach swells with something more than health.
This peculiar bug that pestered her in the morning has bothered her for nearly half a moon now. Gone were the nights she could convince herself it was a stale mouse sheโd eaten, or some odd sickness that refused to breach the walls of her own den, not when something had begun wriggling in her belly. After that point denial was nothing more than idiocy. It wouldnโt be much longer before the frankly embarrassing swelling in her usually toned, muscled frame could no longer be pushed away by the idea prey was running unusually well for the first week of leaf-fall.
Briarstar glances mournfully to her own den, trying to convince herself that she isnโt so terribly tired. Yet even the idea of her nest right now makes her limbs feel that little bit heavier. The little lives cooking in her belly seemed to drain any ounce of energy she could snatch, and then had the audacity to keep her awake with this Stars forsaken sickness.
She ought to seek the council of her own medicine cat.
But stubborn as a cat half her age she doesnโt. No one other than her own mate.
and if he hasnโt been woken two dozen times by her early morning rises by now, even he might not know right now.
The dark furred shecat skirts the Leaderโs den and the singing siren that is the idea of her nest right now, instead her paws carry her toward the pool. She ducks down, taking long swallows of cool water. Ridding her throat of the taste of her own stomach bile. Even the act of kneeling seemed to throw off her balance these days.
Your clanmates will think youโve lost your wits. She criticises herself as she hitches her body upright again, war-worn bones protesting as much as her own belly. She catches the sight of her shining fangs visible beneath the lips she peels back, her own scarred maw staring back at gee in the pool, furious with herself.
Maybe she has lost her mind.
The molly knew she was old to be having kits, especially her first litter. It wasnโt like her clanmates could be surprised, sheโd been with her mate since practically the apprentices den. But that didnโt make Briarstar feel any more prepared for what was to come.
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I need to pick a colour for cats that isn't green because it honestly isn't my favourite colour despite how much I use it in coding. @screenname
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Post by ladylantsov on May 20, 2024 16:13:12 GMT -5
||1/2 done! If anyone would like to rp with Greyhawk feel free to throw someone at him
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 20, 2024 18:16:11 GMT -5
BurntearsWarrior * 36 moons * She/Her * tagged;--------------------------------------------------------------------- Burntears was curled tightly into a ball in the warrior's den, still lazily dozing. In her dreams she was chasing a squirrel up a tree, something she had yet to do since returning to warriorhood. Her paws twitched and moved as she dreamt, always being very antsy when she slept. Somecats wondered how she didn't squish all of her kits in the nursery when they had to cuddle up to her for warmth. Starclan, it still felt like it was only yesterday when she brought them into the clan, and knowing her she would soon be trying for another litter if everything went to plan. If she had it her way, she would have remained a queen until her elder years, but alas her return to the warrior's den was inevitable thus far.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; --------------------------------------------------------------------- The three legged cat sat at the edge of his den, brilliant green eyes narrowed as he stared at the clan enterance. He longed for the days of his youth where he could have sparred and hunted to his heart's content. Bitter disappointment had become a mainstay in Oakstreak's heart for a majority of his life and despite achievement of his lifelong goal, there was still always something holding him back from happiness. He was never really good at sleeping for a full night, too traumatized by the visions of the wolf who took his leg. Despite his sour attitude, he seemed to have some hope for the clan's future. Briarstar wasn't his favorite cat, but he would struggle to deny his admiration for her fighting spirit. "Just a few more moons, then it will all be over," he muttered to himself. He was so old, surely he would have to retire soon...he hoped.
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Post by Dew on May 20, 2024 19:36:35 GMT -5
 Gingerflame Gingerflame awoke, slowly blinking the sleep from his eyes as he sat up. He brought his paw up over his head and gave it a quick grooming, then stood up and tip-toed out of the den. Once he was out of the den, the early dawn light soaking into his thick pelt. He was one of the luckier cats in the clan, one with a thick pelt that would keep him warm throughout the cooler days.
He noticed Briarstar padding through camp, looking a little disheveled. She hadn't looked so good the past few days, always a little tired. She was lucky that her mate was there for her. For a few moments Gingerflame pondered going over to her, but ultimately decided against it. He didn't want to get yelled at, or rather catch her on a bad day. Briarstar intimidated him slightly.
He now started toward the fresh-kill pile, wanting to see if there was anything for him to eat before the patrols were called. Gingerflame peered in, seeing a rabbit and a squirrel sitting there. Every passing day patrols came back with a little less prey, or the prey was just a little skinner. Most prey was scavenging nuts and other things for leafbare, and it made it harder for prey to find much food, which made prey just a little less plump and harder to find.
Well, enough about prey. Gingerflame bent down and picked up the rabbit. He padded over to where the drinking water for the clan was located, and sat down beside it, starting on his rabbit.
Him/Him - Warrior
Open  Palestream Palestream woke after Gingerflame did, seeing his tail whisk out of the entrance to the den. She yawned and stretched, giving herself a long grooming before she glanced around the den. There, she found Burntears, her friend still sleeping. Most warriors didn't get up right now, more like around now, but still better to get her up now.
"Burntears, wake up" She whispered, lightly prodding the she-cat with her paw. The two had practically grown up together, Burntears only being around two moons older than her. Palestream's friend had recently been a queen, caring for her first litter of kits, who had recently been apprenticed. She knew that Burntears was still adjusting to warrior life, and Palestream was there to help her. "Come on, I know it's hard" She whispered again, hoping she didn't accidentally wake up any other warriors.
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Post by whispering on May 20, 2024 21:19:19 GMT -5
Kits meant sleepless nights. Many, sleepless nights. Even before they were born. And Eagleswoop knew that. Not just because it was common knowledge, but because many cats deemed it necessary to share such information with the dark tabby tom. Enjoy now, you won't get rest when you have kits! You've been together so long, surely you want kits? Have you thought of kits yet? It had been the talk of the Clan for many moons. Everyone whispered the main gossip: when will Briarwhistle and Eagleswoop start a family? The answer was only awkward silence and stuttering replies. They were both very skilled and ambitious warriors. Surely there was no time for kits? Their love for one another was more than enough. But, then it happened.
Briarstar had fallen ill. Don't tell anyone, it'll pass. He swore he wouldn't, he trusted her word to the very end. It was just a bad piece of prey. But, that bad piece of prey turned into several unlucky pieces. She didn't get any better, her sickness only persisted. His dark concubine's sickness worsened, her appetite plummeting and then increasing, her stature replacing her leanness with plumper features. There was no denying they were pregnant.
Not that Eagleswoop had any issue with the idea, he loved kits. He just hadn't expected it to happen at such a critical time. At the beginning of her leadership, leafbare was around the corner. Some cats didn't think his mate could lead ConiferClan. It was to be their responsibility to turn that around; they planned to do it together. But now those plans seemed to be... interrupted.
Now he sat, alone, in the clearing. Awaiting his mate- she didn't rouse him tonight like usual. And it worried him even more when he didn't find her in her den. Did she want solitude?
There was something about her, something different. An aspect of his mate that was more, distant, guarded even. And it wasn't because of their unborn children. No, it started before that, when she'd been promoted to deputy. A quiet snort escaped him. She's just overwhelmed. It was all overwhelming. Who was he to question his mate of so many seasons? You're starting to sound like the gossipers.
The distant hoot of an owl sounded, snapping him from his thoughts. A distinct shadow emerged from the dirtplace tunnel, slinking quietly across the clearing, past him. In the faint morning light he made out a pair of yellow eyes he knew all too well. Amber pools he'd found meaning behind many moons ago. Stealthy as a snake, Eagleswoop followed after her. But as he neared, saw the droopiness in her shoulders and the acrid scent of bile, he paused. His tail swept the soft dirt lightly as he watched his mate. "I missed you tonight. I went to check on you and it worried me when you weren't there. You didn't wake me."
He crept closer to Briarstar until their pelts brushed, curling his tail around her swollen flanks. "Did you want to be alone?"
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 20, 2024 23:12:01 GMT -5
BurntearsWarrior * 36 moons * She/Her * tagged; Dew --------------------------------------------------------------------- The pale furred she-cat twitched, a paw instinctively batting toward what was disturbing her. After a few more attempts from her friend, Burntears finally managed to crack open her icey blue eyes. A grumpy look settled across her face after a long, drawn out yawn. "Palestream,"She whined out gently, "I almost caught the squirrel this time..." Reluctant as ever, she took her time rising to her paws. She made sure to stretch out each leg dramatically to express her discontent at being woken up at such a time. She so dearly missed the warmth and comfort of the nursery, having noticed how different in quality the bedding material was since her return.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 21, 2024 1:52:28 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
Her mateโs movements had caught Briarstarโs attention on an almost subconscious level, like sheโd noted his approach in her bones before her brain caught up. Once, when she was younger and far more foolish, (though anyone who knew her back then might be prone to disagree, most argued she was born a grouch,) her heart would begin racing just at the sight of Eagleswoop. Now Briarstar watches him levelly, tracking his movements with those burnished amber eyes, like he was any other clanmate.
Adore him as she might, in her own strange way, she wasnโt one to show favouritism.
The kits had no such concerns. They became mini acrobats in her stomach the moment his voice reached her ears, that strange fluttering of movement that only became stronger as the days went by. Eagleswoop was part of the reason sheโd figured out the truth. Sickness didnโt respond to stimuli.
Unborn and already favouring their father.
Not that she could blame them, fidgety little mice they were - they had good taste.
โGood morning,โ she sits straighter now, tail tucked around her paws and chin pushed high. There is no need for facades around her mate, the one warrior who knows the truth, but more cats were waking around them. Conversations a gentle din on the morning air. Briarstar didnโt need eyes spotting them, finding reasons to worry or gossip. Her whiskers twitch, โI didnโt see any benefit in both of us being exhausted this morning.โ
There was no denying Eagleswoop had been a saint during this. Rousing with the dawn whenever the nausea became too much, or the kits relentless fidgeting was about to drive the molly up the wall. He was the cause of so much of the rumour mill that swamped them, the questions of when this very litter was going to happen.
With his protective nature, Eagleswoop was practically a born father. A bundle of excitement at the prospect of the product of he and her. Their kits would be lucky in that respect, to be born to one cat who was made to be a father, and a mother who would no doubt spend her life scrambling to catch up.
Excitement wasnโt exactly the descriptor sheโd put to the knot of emotion tucked just behind her belly full of kits. Fear seemed more like it.
Fear seemed to rule her life these days. Watchfulness, as though Briarstar spent her days expecting to be found out, caught red handed. Like an inevitable. Obtusely it was because of the kits, but this spanned long beyond the moons of this pregnancy. As much as it seemed to have been eternal.
โNo,โ the dark-furred molly admits, allowing her body to sink into the warmth of his contact, soak in the mountain-flecked familiarity of his scents. For all her bravado she couldnโt deny herself the warmth of Eagleswoop, not today. Public displays of affection were usually a no go, even before her role as Leader, StarClan knew her tight knit clan could be nosey at the best of times. Tonight, however, she welcomes it, if only for a moment before stepping away from the warrior. Flanks still slightly trembling from active kits just beneath the surface. โYou can stay.โ
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 21, 2024 7:41:24 GMT -5
OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov --------------------------------------------------------------------- Speaking of Briarstar, the old medicine cat had noticed that something about her was off lately. Clearly she seemed to have some sort of ailment afflicting her, but seemed either too proud or too stubborn to say anything. He wasn't sure how much she knew about Cedarstar's death, only that someone ended up catching his accomplice in the act. As much as he would like to keep his distance right now, it would be more suspicious to ignore such a thing if anycat found out he had been aware of it in the first place. Re-entering his den, he wrapped up a mixture of juniper berries and mallow in a large leaf for ease of carry. Leisurely he had made his way toward the leader's den. He heard voices from within, but was unable to make out their words. He purposefully made a sound at the entrance to alert the two cats within of his presence.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 21, 2024 8:10:07 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
The familiar, gruff sound of Oakstreak pulls the molly's attention from her mate and back in the direction of the entrance to her den. What is it with toms and having the worst timings? There was no end of threats and dangers that Briarstar would rather face right now than her own clanmates, with prying eyes and secrets that could only be a matter of time befeore they unravelled into the daylight.
Picturing an outright menagerie of bears and wolves and badgers as she gathers her paws beneath her and makes for the sound of the voice. Quickly being greeted by the sight of the cream-coloured tabby sat, perfectly patient, at the entrance to her den.
Whatever motherly instinct in her gut, nascent and surprising as it might be, sang a tune of intrusion. It disliked the presence of a tom so near the nest she would soon deliver this litter into. Briarstar has to force the fur on her flanks to lie flat, her eyes to unnarrow. She'd kept an eye on Oakstreak, distant and careful, but observant for the better part of her leadership.
Whatever lingering hope she held in the notion of the medicine cat's code, least of all the loyalty the bloodtie really ought to have afforded Cedarstar and Oakstreak, kept her from voicing her... lingering suspicions aloud.
That and, while she was happy to take a world of risk onto her own shoulders - any risk to herself right now, was a risk to the lives she nurtured. Begrudging as that nurturing might be.
"What can I do for you, Oakstreak?" While she isn't overly friendly, the molly manages to keep her voice even enough. The same cool, indifferent courtesy she afforded most of those around her. Amber eyes trace the bundle of herbs at Oakstreak's paws, and she carves her features into an impression of surprise.
"I hope those aren't for me, I'm fine, truly." If she said it through gritted teeth, she'd be forgiven. "I've managed to shake whatever bug I had."
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 21, 2024 8:24:18 GMT -5
OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov --------------------------------------------------------------------- The tabby narrowed his crisp green eyes suspiiciously,"Well, if you don't want to soothe a tummy ache that's fine." He grouched. Seriously, sometimes he wondered why he even tried. This life he had been forced into was thankless and dull. Deliver herbs. Cats don't want to eat them. He nags them until they do it anyway. Everyday was the same. "But you probably should take it. It's hard to lead an entire clan while distracted like you are with...whatever is going on with you. If you insist on not listening to me, I could get the cheery little brat here to guilt you into taking care of yourself." That apprentice of his. If it weren't his ticket out of the Medicine Den in the near future he would have tried to drive him out of the Medicine Den moons ago.
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Post by Dew on May 21, 2024 8:46:29 GMT -5
Palestream Palestream almost jumped back into the warrior behind her as a paw batted her in the face, but she managed to restrain herself. She almost felt bad about waking Burntears up so early, but the molly needed to get used to it if she wanted to stay a warrior. Palestream knew that Burntears had loved being a queen, and honestly, she had expected her friend to become a permanent queen. There hadn't been many in Coniferclan history, the same as elders, but not unheard of.
"Come on, lets go. My guess is Gingerflame is going a assign patrols soon" She said, prodding Burntears again with her paw. Finally, Burntears got on her paws, stretching out her limbs with an annoyed expression on her face. Note to self, Burntears is not a morning person.
"I'll wait outside while you blink the sleep out of your eyes" She said, ignoring the look her friend was giving her. Once she exited the den, the invigorating early leaf-fall air made her want to close her eyes and roll around, but she didn't. That would look too childish. Instead, she sat down a little ways away from the warriors den, waiting for Burntears to emerge.
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 21, 2024 9:02:02 GMT -5
BurntearsWarrior * 36 moons * She/Her * tagged; Dew --------------------------------------------------------------------- As the long furred she-cat shook the last bits of bedding off of her coat, she followed her friend out of the warrior's den. It was a beautiful day at the very least. She had never realized how many cats were up this early, usually finding herself being one of the last cats to rise. A leaf floating through the air had caught her attention now, forgetting everything else in the world around her. She batted at it playfully, thinking about when she used to play mossball with her kits all the time. Burntears was admiring the way the leaf danced on the wind and kept chasing it around. When she finally caught it, she set it upon Palestream's head. Now you look like those silly twolegs!" She teased, thinking of the occasional hiker that would pass through clan territory when the weather was nicer.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 21, 2024 9:11:59 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
Any other day the shecat might have outright laughed at Oakstreak, on a worst day she might have swiped him across the ear and reminded him that she'd earned her rank of -star, and not to second guess her. It was Oakstreak's good fortunate that Briarstar was willing to do everything in her power to avoid more attention than necessary at the moment.
Briarstar knew the inside of the medicine cat den, and Oakstreak in turn, better than most cats would be proud to admit. From the number of scraps and fights the Leader had gotten into as a younger cat. A great medley of injuries and wounds had been tended to under the roots of the great tree, she might as well have had a permanent nest there for a few moons.
She knew Oakstreak, knew his irritability and his meanstreak well. How horrifically paw-in-paw it could go with his frustrations about having a future in warriorhood snatched from him.
Briarstar twitches her whiskers, voice calm and thunderous at once. "You surprise me, Oakstreak," her smooth cadence matches the unmoving stare she sets upon the tom. "wanting to waste herbs on healthy cats with leafbare all but on the horizon."
Then she shrugs broad shoulders and dips down, muscles rippling beneath a coat that's near midnight black in the dim morning light. "But if you insist," and laps them up.  I'm excitable atm
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 21, 2024 9:35:49 GMT -5
OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Feathertalon --------------------------------------------------------------------- The Medicine cat's whiskers twitched in frustration before he stood up. "Knowing you, you won't be 'healthy' for long. You'll end up fighting something and be back in my den within a moon."He observed sourly. Briarstar had always been prickly, but being her elder helped. That and well, he knew she probably thought it was unfair to fight a cat with only three legs. He flicked his tail in irritation as he walked away from the leader. As long as she ate the herbs like he had asked, he considered himself successful. That feeling felt fleeting as the old tabby re-entered the medicine den and caught sight of young Buckpaw. The sight always made him even more irritated. So young, full of promise, and he was wasting it in here, spending it with him. Again, he would have talked the young cat out of it if he weren't so eager to escape himself. "I hope you are ready to gather more herbs. With leaf bare on the horizon we're going to have our paws full trying to keep these mousebrains alive." Oakstreak would never dare admit that the command was inspired by Brairstar's taunting reminder.
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Post by whispering on May 21, 2024 14:11:20 GMT -5
He couldn't subdue the rumbling purr so deep, it was almost a growl, when Briarstar submitted to his embrace. Taking in her scent of snow and earth, the faintest hint of sweet milk. It was a relief that his mate hadn't been hiding from him, not purposely. She just didn't want to disturb him, not this time. But what she did not realize was that he would sacrifice all the sleep in the world if she had to suffer herself.
Before he could reply, a new scent came to join them. And his ears twitched at the familiar croaky meow of Oakstreak.
He watched the exchange between the elderly medicine cat and his mate quietly, his muscles tensing when the healer mentioned her "bellyache" and his herbs to help her. Instinctively, he dug his claws into the ground and his eyes narrowed. The fur along his powerful shoulders bristled. Any other time, he would never dream of fighting Briarstar's battles for her. She was more than capable. But now, with Oakstreak's pushy tone and the risk of taking herbs she didn't need, his instincts screamed at him to shoulder her aside and send the medicine cat away. And icy claws of fear gripped him when his mate gave in and lapped up the herbs.
Eagleswoop growled when he finally left, quickly returning to Briarstar's side. His tail lashed in frustration, "Why'd you eat them?" He whisper hissed, worry prickling at his fur. Briarstar wasn't sick. It was more than just an upset belly. What if the herbs would harm their kits?
"You have nothing to prove, Briarstar," The tabby sighed, letting his fur lay flat. Though anxiety still clawed at him. "Maybe it's time to tell Oakstreak. So that won't happen again. And that way... we'll know everything is okay."
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Post by ladylantsov on May 21, 2024 14:12:08 GMT -5
GREYHAWK
Greyhawk returns to camp carrying the scent of the mountains in his fur, and his smoke grey pelt fluffed up against the cold. They werenโt even into leaf fall true and proper yet, and the season was already turning bitter. Any lingering hope of a mild leafbare to come would slowly wilt in the coming weeks.
ConiferClan would survive - it always did.
The warrior drops the robin he carries with him on the fresh-kill pile. It thuds into place alongside the handful of other, fairly meagre offerings. All stringy pieces, and as the weeks passed the amount of fat on their preyโs bones would lessen and lessen.
For that reason, Greyhawk picks out nothing for himself, despite the hunger that gnaws insistently in the pit of his own stomach. There were no kits underfoot just yet - only the one, frankly mousebrained expectant Queen and no elders. Bringing kits into the world at this time of year was ridiculous. There wasnโt a warrior in the clan who hadnโt heard the cries of kittens, hungry as their mothers milk dried as they struggled to feed themselves let alone their littlest ones.
His own paws had been muddied more than once with the effort of digging a far too small grave.
An empty nursery was a somber sight in greenleaf, but a great relief when the coldest season takes its hold. The fewer hungry mouths the better. And the easier camp was to keep safe.
But that didnโt mean the camp didnโt need to be protected.
So when he catches sight of the thick furred, ginger Tom they called deputy, Greyhawk picks up his pace again. โHawk.โ He says, โCaught the scent on the slopes below the Brook, the scent was maybe a day old.โ
||I swear I can play chipper cats too, Iโm maybe giving him the backstory of he had a litter that died young and his heart never quite recovered. If anyone has a free shecat, or she can be npc (or dead even more heartbreakingly) |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 21, 2024 14:59:39 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
For a prolonged moment, Briarstar offers the tom no answer. She watches Oakstreak retreat, amber eyes glinting in the morning light. Only when the medicine catโs limping silhouette is definitely out of earshot, and distracted by the apprentice the tabby Tom took great joy in tormenting at every opportunity does the shecat return her attention to Eagleswoop.
She takes in the sight of him, eyes tracking a clear path up and down his frame. Hackles up and bristling, irritation like a cloak, and rolls her eyes. โProtective mousebrain.โ Her voice is gruff, another cat might have picked up on cruel undertones, the biting criticism.
Only the warrior who knew her better than she knew herself, would pick up on the affectionate lilt to it.
Briarstar doesnโt address his concerns, instead she rubs her chin across his broad shoulder, sinking into his familiar scent a moment longer and replacing the herb-sour smell on both of their furs with her own scent. She wasnโt aware of the subtle changes these cats had made on her body, that an observant cat would catch the first hints of her milk. Only a watchful eye that bordered on stalker would have realised sheโd spent the last few days religiously reorganising her den, preparing her nest. The place she would soon be sharing with hungry little mouths with tendencies to get into trouble.
That strange nesting instinct that drove her to prepare, to mark what was hers as hers. Her den, her nest, even her mate. Briarstar made no pretences of feeling ready, was terrified. But her body knew how to prepare even if she didnโt, how to make the safest possible place for her kits to be born into.
Self-restraint was fortunately stronger than that instinct, hence why Oakstreak still breathed.
โIf your little warriors canโt handle juniper berries, I have more reason to worry than I already thought.โ She wasnโt herb trained, but knew enough to tell dangerous herbs from the harmless. Briarstar pressed closer to Eagleswoop a second time, this time allowing her flank to brush against his, feel the gentle stirring of kits inside as proof. โYour kits are fine, my sweet.โ
Briarstar ducks away from him, not looking him in the eye. Thatโs just it, I have everything to prove. But for all the love she harboured for Eagleswoop - far more than sheโd ever believed possible, it wasnโt something he would understand. Her flank shivers with a particularly strong kick, and so much to lose.
Not something she would endanger the father of her kits with by making privy too.
โI know,โ she admits, quietly. โI donโt want my clan to start treating me like some fragile little mouse.โ It was a convincing enough excuse.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 21, 2024 15:00:15 GMT -5
|| Sorry for not being clearer, Dew, I meant mate
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Post by Feathertalon on May 21, 2024 17:38:09 GMT -5
Buckpaw ยป
Truth be told Buckpaw had not even noticed his mentor leaving the den some time earlier. The young tomโs mind was so deep into sorting through the piles of dried herbs that was kept tucked away inside the medicine cat den that he probably wouldnโt have even noticed if the ancient oak thatโs roots made up the medicine den had fallen and crumbled to the ground below. It wasnโt often that young Buckpawโs mind was so focused on one thing, so this was a rare occurrence, but the cream tabby was well aware of just how important it was to keep herbs in stock. And those that were in stock needed to still be good for use. Leaf-fall was approaching, he could feel the touch of chilling cold even through his thick pelt. When temperatures dropped to freezing and the nights became longer than the days then sickness reared its ugly head. Herbs were there to cure sicknesses, and if the Clan was to be prepared for the encroaching season, then Buckpaw wanted to make sure all herbs were ready to go.
An all too familiar voice snapped Buckpaw out of his intense accounting. A large, toothy smile replaced the once pensive look that had plastered itself upon his visage, the young tabbyโs plumy tail curling high into the air with excitement as he came to stand in front of his mentor. โOakstreak, hi!โ Before Buckpaw could say another word the young tom pranced over toward his mentor, not stopping until he was pressed up against the older tomcat, fur brushing and tail snaking around Oakstreakโs own. Should a stranger walk into the medicine cat den it would appear as if the two tomcats were closer than petals on a flower - thatโs how Buckpaw saw it in his own mind. Oakstreak was his mentor and they were supposed to have a tight knit bond, a bond almost as strong as that of a parent and child. Who cared if Oakstreak could be a grouchy old tom? Not Buckpaw! Any cat could see from a mile away that he adored his mentor, and he wasnโt one to shy away from correcting the elderly tom, either.
Buckpaw craned his head in such a way that he could gaze right at his mentor. His copper eyes narrowed in a pointed look, an odd expression for the jovial tomcat to wear. โWhat have I told you about calling our Clanmates mouse-brains? Itโs not very nice, and,โ he added quickly, โIโm sure mice are smarter than what theyโre given credit for.โ Buckpaw nodded his head sharply to agree with his own words. That pointed look snapped away, relaxing back into a warm smile and an excited glow. โIโm more than ready to get herbs! I counted earlier and I know we need more marigold and poppy and dock leaves. If we find catmint that would be great, tooโฆโ The cold made it harder to find useful herbs. And the most useful herb in leaf-bare was catmint. If the two could find any before they wilted away for the season then it would surely be a blessing from StarClan themselves.
As if Buckpaw had not just shown a rare moment of seriousness, the cream tabby jolted away from Oakstreak and took off toward the mouth of the den. โCome on!โ He called to his mentor, plumy tail quivering with frantic anticipation.
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