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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 15:44:20 GMT -5
TERRITORY: CHASMCLAN  ChasmClan makes its home in a large forest nestled at the base of a mountain range. The forest thins out as one travels further south, ending in a wide, fast-flowing river that separates them from the rocky plains belonging to StormClan. Being so close to the mountains means that the weather is usually chilly at best, with leaf-bare almost always bringing snow.
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LANDMARKS
- The Tunnels: The mountains that serve as the northern ChasmClan border are riddled with tunnels, where the spirits of both the Dark Forest and StarClan are said to gather. At the heart of the tunnels lies the Star Pool, where medicine cats and leaders go to share tongues with StarClan. Because it is so easy to get lost, learning the proper way through the tunnels to the Star Pool is a critical part of a ChasmClan medicine cat's training.
- Star Pool: A large, spacious cavern is housed in the center of the mountain, accessed through the tunnels. In it lies an underground lake, filled with strange gems that glow like stars when hit by the light of the full moon. It is jealously guarded by ChasmClan, and StormClan does not currently have access to it.
- Training Hollow: The training hollow is a large, open clearing not far from the camp. Here, warriors can train their apprentices without worrying about injuries occurring on the soft grass.
- High Tree: This ancient tree sits just above the ChasmClan camp. A few of its roots hang down into the canyon, providing a place for the leader to hold Clan meetings.
- The Creek: A gently flowing river that cuts through the territory and flows down through the camp. Small fish can be caught if one follows it upstream.
- The Stepping Stones: Small stones that span the creek, allowing it to be crossed from either side.
- The River: This fast flowing river divides ChasmClan and StormClan, and is very dangerous for younger cats to cross.
Apprentices are not allowed close without at least one warrior.
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The camp is located in a canyon near the center of the territory. A gentle creek flows through it, ending in a good sized pond near the camp. Dens are arranged in caves along the eastern side, and are accessed by small ledges that lead up from the floor. The entrance is a series of small ledges that run along the western side.
- Elders' Den: A warm, cozy den located along the floor of the canyon.
- Medicine Cat Den: A spacious den between the elders' den and the nursery. There is a small pool in the back, and many small corners to store herbs in.
- Nursery: A large den located on the other side of the medicine cat's den from the elders' den. Moss grows along the floor, and there is plenty of room for kits to play.
- Apprentices' Den: Located higher up on the canyon wall, this den is a little on the smaller side.
- Warriors' Den: Near the apprentices' den, this den is shaded by the High Tree, and is fairly large.
- High Tree: This tree sits above the camp, with a few of its roots hanging down into the canyon. The leader holds Clan meetings from the sturdier roots, and their den is sheltered from the sun by them.
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 20:36:59 GMT -5
TERRITORY: STORMCLAN  StormClan makes its home in the Teeth, the rocky plains to the south of ChasmClan territory. Traditionally home to rogues and loners, StormClan has made the place their own. Though they suffer from the same cold weather as ChasmClan, StormClan tends to have things a bit worse as there is little cover in their territory aside from the tall grass.
NOTE TO MODS: All image credit is given in the CREDITS section. Images are not mine unless stated otherwise. If there is a problem with an image, please let me know and I'll happily remove it.
LANDMARKS
- The Thunderpath: A wide, black path on the southern end of the territory where Twoleg monsters can be found in great abundance during leafbare and greenleaf.
- Old Oak: A large, ancient oak tree that shelters the StormClan camp from most weather and provides much needed shade during the rare occasions when the territory grows hot. Apprentices and young warriors often compete to see who can climb the highest.
- High Stones: Rocky outcroppings that once served as a Gathering place for the original three Clans. Now they are a good place for medicine cats to find more delicate or rare herbs, or for older apprentices to t
- The Canyon: This deep canyon deep in the Teeth is much more dangerous than the one in which ChasmClan makes its home. The ground near it is crumbling, and a wrong step could lead to a lethal fall.
- The Stepping Stones: Small stones that span the creek, allowing it to be crossed from either side.
- The River: This fast flowing river divides ChasmClan and StormClan, and is very dangerous for younger cats to cross.
Apprentices are not allowed close without at least one warrior.
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Located deep in the Teeth, this camp is much smaller than that of ChasmClan. A large empty space between the boulders that cover the landscape, it is cut off from outside threats by a bramble barrier stretched between the surrounding rocks. The ground under the rocks has been removed, either by nature or by hardworking paws, to form dens underneath.
- Warriors' Den: There are actually two dens for the Clan's warriors, one on each side of the entrance. Though they are both larger than most of the other dens, they still aren't exactly spacious.
- Apprentices' Den: This den is located between the Nursery and the larger of the two warriors' dens, and is fairly small.
- Nursery: A large, deep den lined with soft moss and feathers between the Apprentices' den and the medicine cat's den.
- Medicine Cat's Den: The largest of all, this den is actually an abandoned badger den, providing many different areas to house patients and supplies.
- Elders' Den: This den is small, though it is still somewhat larger than the apprentices' den.
- High Rock: The tallest rock that forms the perimeter of the camp. It is from here that the leader holds meetings, and the leader's den is sheltered underneath.
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 20:42:43 GMT -5
TRADITIONS AND LORE THEN AND NOW  Long before the time of Darkstar and the great flood, a young kittypet left the comfort of her home, heavy with kits but unable to resist the call of the wild. She wanted to catch her own prey, to drink from the cold mountain springs, and raise her kits rather than having them taken from her by her Twolegs. So she headed into the cold forests outside her home, and there she gave birth to three kits. Alder, her eldest, was a strong but proud tom, while her middle kit, Slate, seemed content to live her whole life with her head in the clouds. Her youngest kit, Chasm, was an adventurous she-cat, never able to sit still. The kits grew in the forest, learning to hunt and fight, and as their mother grew older they cared for her as she had cared for them. But the day eventually came when their mother was too weak to leave her nest, and when that day came she gathered her three kits around her. She encouraged them to gather the other cats of the forest, to bring them together and help each other survive. Her kits agreed, but quarreled endlessly over who was to lead such a group. Alder, being the oldest of the three, thought himself the natural choice, but his sisters worried that his pride would lead them to ruin. Jag, though the wisest of the three, was hardly focused enough to be a leader. Chasm was simply too restless, always wandering off to explore and leaving her siblings to do the hard work. Eventually the three , unable to make a unanimous decision, separated, with each one hoping to fulfill their mother's wishes better than the other two. Alder and Chasm split the forest in which they had been born, and formed AlderClan and ChasmClan, while Slate took to the rocky slopes of the mountains to form SlateClan. The three Clans shared their home for many moons, until a massive and unpredictable flood drove SlateClan and AlderClan from their homes. ChasmClan was the only remaining Clan for moons, holding tight to their traditions and heritage, until the formation of StormClan.
BLOODLINES Many ChasmClan cats pride themselves on being able to trace their lineage back to the heroes of their history. Not every ChasmClan cat can claim such legendary heritage, but those who can can use it to reach ranks in the Clan unavailable to any other. Cats claim one bloodline during their apprentice ceremony, and may only claim that one bloodline for the rest of their lives. Available slots in a bloodline are represented by a blank. See the Joining Page for restrictions on certain bloodlines. DARKSTAR
β The Leader β
Though not the first, Darkstar is arguably one of the most important leaders in ChasmClanβs long history. He brought reform to a scrambling ChasmClan in the wake of the flood that drove out the other Clans, bringing them back from the verge of disaster. His descendants, generally dark-furred cats who tend to be somewhat irritable or aggressive, are the only cats who can become leaders.
β Lightningstar β Stormbird β Owlflight β Raventhroat β Scorchpaw β Russetpaw β ____ β ____ β ____ β ____ β SKYSTEP
β The Trickster β
Darkstarβs clever mate, Skystep took the canyon back from the foxes who had inhabited it for generations with nothing but her wit. Her line runs separately from Darkstarβs, as her only kits were with an unknown tom. Her descendants are normally white and patched with a darker tabby color, and noted for their intelligence.
β Quietshade β Dappledbrook β Robinecho β ____ β ____ β ____ β WHITEPAW
β The Guardian β
A young medicine cat apprentice in the early days of ChasmClan, Whitepaw stumbled upon the Star Pool while sneaking around at night. She became lost and died in the tunnels, revealing her find to her mentor in a dream. She now roams the tunnels, guiding lost cats back onto the right path. As a medicine cat, she had no kits of her own, but her littermates continued her line. She is considered the patron of all young cats, and her descendants are usually pale-furred, adventurous cats with a stubborn streak.
β Rabbitstep β Sedgepaw β Thistletail β ____ β ____ β ____ β ____ β ____ β FEATHERFALL
β The Seer β
Featherfall was the first medicine cat to communicate regularly with StarClan, and interpreted the many signs she received with such unsettling accuracy that many considered her to be the mouthpiece of their ancestors. Though she had no kits of her own, her sister had several litters from whom her bloodline stems. Her descendants are usually pale-furred, quiet cats with darker flecks.
β Starlingstrike β ____ β ____ β ____ β ____ β ____ β THORNSTRIKE
β The Warrior β
Darkstarβs legendary deputy, Thornstrike was a powerful warrior whose skill, while likely exaggerated, led to many victories for the Clan. He is said to have fought everything from foxes to invading rogues, and his descendants are usually golden-furred cats or tabbies of a similar color.
β Briarfrost β Frogpaw β ____ β ____ β ____ β ____ β GALEFLIGHT
β The Healer β
Galeflight went from skilled warrior to legendary medicine cat in a matter of moons after whitecough swept through the Clan. He discovered many previously unknown uses for herbs and treatments for diseases. His descendants tend to be somewhat skittish cats with gray pelts.
β Honeytuft β ____ β ____ β ____ β ____ β ____ β
CEREMONIES APPRENTICE CEREMONY
As both Clans have different ways of conducting their ceremonies, and words can change depending on the circumstances of the cat, all possible options have been listed here for your convenience in a fill in the blank style. CHASMCLAN
LEADER: __kit, you have reached the age of six moons. Is it your wish to train as a (warrior/medicine cat)?
KIT: It is my right (cats claiming a bloodline)/ It is (cats not claiming a bloodline). (Insert the corresponding phrase from the list below here).
-Bloodline Warrior: The blood of (Name of Bloodline Cat) runs in my veins, and I am willing to spill every last drop of it in defense of my Clan.
-Bloodline Medicine Cat: The blood of (Name of Bloodline Cat) runs in my veins, and I wish to put (his/her) knowledge to use to serve my Clanmates.
-Normal Warrior: My claws have grown sharp, and I would see them put to use in defense of my Clanmates.
-Normal Medicine Cat: I wish to serve my Clanmates, to heal them and bring them the word of their ancestors.
If the kit wishes to claim a bloodline they must then be claimed by a cat of that bloodline other than their parents. Once they've been claimed, the ceremony continues.
LEADER: Very well. From this day until you receive your (warrior/medicine cat) name, you will be known as __paw. (Name of cat) will be your mentor. (Name of cat), you have shown (quality) and (quality), and I hope that you will pass these qualities on to __paw. STORMCLAN
LEADER: __kit, you have reached the age of six moons. Are you willing to walk the path of a (warrior/medicine cat), to give everything you have in service to your Clan?
KIT: I am.
LEADER: Very well. From this day until you receive your (warrior/medicine cat) name, you will be known as __paw. (Name of cat) will be your mentor. (Name of cat), you have shown (quality) and (quality), and I hope that you will pass these qualities on to __paw.
WARRIOR CEREMONY
This ceremony is the same in both Clans, and is held after the apprentice has completed a final assessment. LEADER: (Mentor of apprentice), is it your opinion that __paw has learned to your satisfaction all that you have to teach?
MENTOR: It is.
LEADER: Then I, __star, leader of ___Clan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. (He/She) has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend (him/her) to you as a warrior in (his/her) turn.
__paw, do you swear to uphold the warrior code and to protect and serve your Clan, even at the cost of your life?
APPRENTICE: I do.
LEADER: Then I give you your warrior name. __paw, from this moment you will be known as ____. We honor your (quality), and we welcome you as a full warrior of ___Clan.
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 20:57:24 GMT -5
CHASMCLAN: THE STRONG AND DETERMINED "If they tell my story I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory or rise up..."
An ancient Clan, ChasmClan once lived alongside two other Clans, but a massive flood left them the only remaining Clan in the area for many moons. They are excellent climbers and stealthy hunters, and their Clan culture is rich with tradition, though many of the younger cats of the Clan find it restricting.
Change came slowly to ChasmClan under Lightningstar and Stormbird's mother Rainstar, but with the current conflict with StormClan there is little time to deal with the Clan's intrernal problems. LEADER
The leader of the Clan is, as the name implies, the cat in charge. In ChasmClan, the leader's eldest kit takes their place after their death rather than the deputy.
Lightningstar || Tom || 43 Moons || Rookthorn
Lightningstar is a tall, lean, jet black tom with pale amber eyes. A large set of scars runs from between his shoulders to just above his hips; the result of an eagle attack on the camp in the days before he became leader. The second-born kit of the former leader, Rainstar, Lightningstar grew up with few expectations placed upon him, despite being a descendant of Darkstar, giving him room to be a bit of a careless clown. After bringing about his sister, Stormbird's exile, however, Lightningstar was forced to do a lot of growing up very quickly, as tradition required him to take her place as heir. With Rainstar's death following soon after, Lightningstar initially struggled with settling into his role, but has proved himself in the recent conflict. Being leader has made Lightningstar more serious and focused, but he still has a tendency to be reckless and stubborn, much like his sister and mother. He is the father of Scorchpaw and Russetpaw, and though many in the Clan know that his kits are half-Clan, he still refuses to share their mother's identity.
Lives Lost: 2
1. Killed by infected injuries from a fox attack.
2. Killed by Stormbird during a raid on her camp.
HEIR
The eldest kit of the leader, this cat takes the leader's place after their death rather than the deputy. The tradition was started by Darkstar after the death of his deputy Thornstrike, and heirs normally begin an unofficial apprenticeship with the leader once they become warriors.
Scorchpaw || Tom || 8 Moons || Rookthorn
Scorchpaw shares his father's tall, lean build, but his dark gray tabby pelt more closely resembles his mother, Harper. His eyes are a pale amber, and his chest and underbelly are a paler gray. Scorchpaw is extremely proud of his status as Lightningstar's heir, and many cats, including his brother Russetpaw, see him as arrogant and hot-headed. He and Russetpaw were brought to ChasmClan at a young age by a reluctant Harper, who worried that she would be unable to defend them as StormClan claimed the territory close to her home. Scorchpaw is always looking for a way to prove himself to his father and his other Clanmates, aware that many might one day reject him as their leader due to his half-Clan status.
DEPUTY
Selected from the senior warriors by the leader, the deputy serves as their second in command. They must have trained two apprentices [ One spot left, Cat must be 50 moons or older. ]
MEDICINE CAT
The Clan's healer and spiritual leader, the medicine cat is granted a great deal of authority by StarClan, and is the only cat allowed to go to the Star Pool unaccompanied. Briarfrost || Tom || 75 Moons || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
He is a Maine Coon cat with long fluffy fur, covered in a maze of darker brown stripes over his paler undercoat, bu his white belly and chest are without stripes with his muzzle also white. He has large ears that are used to hear everything, especially mischievous kittens. His eyes are bright yellow, though as he grows older they are beginning to turn a bit milky at the edges, giving the stiff older cat a softer appearance. He is a fighter as well, having convinced Rainstar, who he helped deliver into the world as well as Creekshadow when he was a younger medicine cat, to let him learn like the warriors. Though this stubbornness led to an injury on his back right leg, leaving him with a slight limp. He is not in the best relationship with StarClan at the moment, frustrated that they do not seem to answer his calls to show him the future of the Clan. He's stalwart, a good confidant, and generally relatively polite. Though he can get in bad moods like anyone else, but his bad moods are thunderous if he feels disrespected. He can be ornery but also kind, especially to queens and kits even if he loathes the mess they create they are always welcome in his den. He also happens to favor tom cats, or at least he did in his youth.
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
A highly sought after position, as the medicine cat will only train one apprentice in their lifetime. This cat will become the new medicine cat after their mentor's death. Sedgepaw || dmab agender || six moons || !gingernose
Sedgepaw is a long-furred cat with black fur. They have white paws and a 'locket' marking on their chest, as well as round green eyes. They are of average apprentice size with a lean build appropriate for a cat their age; their fur makes them look less so, but not by much. They have a semi-wedge face, with elongated features and gentle paws.
Their parentage can be traced back to the cat Whitepaw, though they usually dislike the association, as they worry that they will be unable to live up to the label. Though good enough at what they do when they learn it right, they are massively afraid of failure and rejection, and often go to great lengths to make sure that other cats aren't harboring some sort of far-fetched grudge for whatever reason. They are the first in line to make up with others and wants to make sure those they are close to are safe.
That all said, as a way to cope with this constant anxiety, they engross themself in their work, often needing a good prodding to get them to tear themself away from whatever their latest project or patient is. They harbor a secret fear that they will be unable to save their leader if they were down to their last life.
SENIOR WARRIORS These cats are the best of the best, serving as advisors to the leader and deputy in camp and often acting as commanders in battle. A cat must have trained one apprentice to be eligible.
[ 3 Spots Left, must be 30 moons or older ]
Dappledbrook || She-cat || 48 moons || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
Similar to Quietshade, her sister, she is a dark-furred Maine Coon cat with a thick pelt, thought thinner than her sister's due to her father, with varying tabby stripes on top of a deep brown color. Rather than hazel eyes, she has light yellow eyes, favoring her father's colors. She is mischievous, with often sharp wit, and much more extroverted than her sister. Though not necessarily mean, she can make missteps in her humor that might seem harsh. She is slightly smaller than Quietshade and has focused her training to become a better hunter rather than warrior though she is an average warrior who leans on quickness of foot. She is a far better climber with more endurance during the change of seasons. However, she is weaker in her offensive attacks and so prefers to run and to ambush. She is more social and kinder to kits than Quietshade, loving imagination and making up stories for the little ones.
Raventhroat || Tom || 32 Moons || Rookthorn
Raventhroat is a somewhat thick-furred black tom with a white patch of fur on his throat, hence his name. His eyes are a pale amber like many of his relatives, and though he is highly intelligent he tends to be snappy and impatient. He doesn't speak much unless spoken to, but is a skilled hunter and a bit of a perfectionist. To those who get to know him, he is a fiercely loyal friend, and is very close with his sister Owlflight. His mother Creekshadow was Rainstar's sister, allowing him to claim Darkstar, and if something were to happen to Lightningstar's kits he would be next in line to become Lightningstar's heir, though he has no wish to become leader at the moment.
Robinecho || Tom || 42 moons || xfogpathx
Robinecho is a muscular, black tom with a barrel chest and broad shoulders. He has long, talon-like claws and only half a tail. The other half was bitten off by a badger. He has sharp amber eyes and short whiskers. Robinecho is a determined tom with an iron will who rebels against anything he doesn't believe in. He tries to act tougher and older than he is earn respect. He has a very specific, black and white view of right and wrong and how justice should be dealt. He can be stern and a bit serious but he can let go when he feels comfortable. He does have a bit of a soft spot for curious kits though. He needs a lot of prompting before he can loosen up and stop being such a stick in the mud. Descendant of Skystep.
WARRIORS Any cat older than twelve moons who does not have kits and has not retired. Responsible for protecting the borders and catching prey to feed the Clan.
Owlflight || She-cat || 32 Moons || Rookthorn
Owlflight is a very dark gray tabby she-cat with a lighter chest, muzzle and underbelly. Her markings are very faint, and can sometimes be difficult to make out, and her eyes are a pale amber color. Sarcastic and stubborn, it's very difficult to tell Owlflight what she can and can't do, an her sharp mind usually helps her find loopholes in orders or rules that aren't to her liking. Having been mentored by Stormbird before her exile, Owlflight shares the older she-cat's swift, vicious fighting style, and the close bond between the two has led some to doubt Owlflight's loyalty, though she isn't going anywhere at the moment. Her mother, Creekshadow, was Rainstar's sister, allowing her and her brother Raventhroat to claim Darkstar, though she cannot lay claim to the leadership of the Clan unless something happens to both Lightningstar's kits and Raventhroat.
Honeytuft || Tom || 33 moons || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A golden tabby with leopard-like markings, he does not seem like the gentle type. But in reality, he is a gentle giant, who is a big softie for his mate and their kits especially. He has a ruff of fur that's almost manelike around his neck, that can fluff up further when he's startled. He has warm yellow eyes. His tail is incredibly fluffy, lovely for his kits to play with, to his chagrin. Much as he may try to be the stern father, he melts with one look. But, though sweet and incredibly patient, if his anger is roused he is a fearsome sight with sharp claws and enormous strength. However, he is not as fast as others due to his size, and rarely, if ever climbs trees. He has learned to an average hunter through much diligence and practice, which was just how he became to close to his mate when they were apprentices. He claimed the bloodline of Galeflight.
Sootbriar || Tom || 32 Moons || ~Sandclaw~
With such a feminine name, Sootbriar may be mistakened for a she-cat though his appearance says otherwise. He's a large, lean feline with tall, elongated ears. His pelt is simply a solid shade of dark grey with the tips of the hairs being paler in color. This tom has narrow yellow-green eyes. Sootbriar isn't your average, laid back warrior, rather he prefers to be adventurous. He's quite bold and audacious in most, if not all, situations. Due to taking risks, this feline is, unfortunately, irresponsible. He doesn't keep his actions' consequences in check yet alone his duties. One could say he's a wild, young feline stuck in a warrior's body; he's that much of a barbarian. Trust is something that is not easy for him and all of his doings are unpredictable. No wonder he's hard to catch.
Thistletail || She-cat || 25 moons || xfogpathx
Thistletail is a sleek white she-cat that is all thin limbs and angular features. There are several pale gray splotches across her pelt. She appears disarmingly frail but that isn't the case. She has a long muzzle with a gray nose and short, uneven whiskers. Her neck is graceful and elongated like a swan. Her left ear has a notch in it and there is a thin scar curving over her flank. She has long legs and a bushy looking tail. Her eyes are light green with brown flecks. Thistletail is a bubbly, overeager she-cat. She can be a little bossy and a tad selfish or childish when she doesnβt get her way. She doesnβt understand boundaries very well and is constantly confused by the things she can not do. Her greatest dream is to become a warrior others respect and look up to. Descendant of Whitepaw.
APPRENTICES
Cats between the ages of six and twelve moons, in training to become warriors or medicine cats. They must pass an assessment and be recommended by their mentor to become warriors.
Russetpaw || Tom || 8 Moons || Rookthorn
Russetpaw is a dark reddish brown tabby tom with a smaller, more compact build than his brother and father. His eyes are a bright green, and his muzzle, chest, and underbelly are a pale cream color, and he bares a much heavier resemblance to his mother than his brother Scorchpaw. Quieter and more thoughtful, Russetpaw is an introverted but intelligent tom who prefers daydreaming to training in combat. He isn't resentful of his half-Clan heritage, though he isn't particularly proud of it, and doesn't care too much that he and his brother are descendants of Darkstar.
Shrikepaw || She-cat || 7 Moons || ~Sandclaw~
Born with a short posture, Shrikepaw isn't exactly a little or small she-cat. She's simply medium-sized yet somewhat elegant. Her short-haired coat appears white to one's eye, though it more of a very pale pale silver. Her fur is tipped by silver which is dusted across her pelt as it appears across her pelt, somewhat done in a tabby pattern. Shrikepaw has round, large green eyes. This she-cat's is moody, which means she's far from content or ecstatic. She is crabby, fickle, and cross to name a few of her well known moods. Shrikepool is moody, meaning she's not exactly the happiest cat around. She's also rash, pointing out her careless side. It leads her to act foolishly for she doesn't think before she acts.
Frogpaw|| She-cat || 9 moons || xfogpathx
Frogpaw is a long-bodied golden brown tabby she-cat. Her paws, chest, and throat are pure white and her legs are bulky and powerful. She has a square head with a wide, grinning mouth. Her muzzle is on the short side with long, uneven whiskers and a ruddy, rose-colored nose. Her eyes are wide and owl-like and molten gold in color. Frogpaw can be a stubborn she-cat but more so than that, she is full of passion and enthusiasm. She feels everything strongly and genuinely and doesn't bother hiding how she feels unless it has to do with love. She is a secret romantic but hates to be seen as weak. She is extremely protective over those she cares about and would die for anyone who can earn her loyalty. However, that loyalty makes her act rashly. Descendant of Thornstrike.
QUEENS She-cats currently expecting or caring for kits, or who have chosen to help in the Nursery rather than serve as a warrior.
Starlingstrike || She-cat || 31 moons || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A black Manx cat, she is fiery and often tempermental. At least, she was when she was younger. Once she found her mate, and she understood what it meant to be a warrior, she calmed. Though she still gets heated in arguments, and will often threaten, much to the amusement of everyone around her, to fight her opponent. She has bright amber eyes to match her personality. She has a white blaze on her chest and belly, extending slightly to the bottom half of her back legs. She claimed the bloodline of Featherfall.
KITS Cats younger than six moons; not yet permitted to leave camp or train under a warrior.
Spottedkit || Tom || 4 || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
He has a tail but it is slimmer than his father's, and not quite as long. He has similar markings but not as big, favoring more like simple spots than Leopard markings. He has amber eyes and dark grey fur with darker markings, a white blaze on his forehead. He has three white toes on each of his front feet. He is reserved, but playful once his trust is earned. He often errors on the side of caution and too much thought, with a penchant for being a quiet, unexpected prankster. He's incredibly good at pouncing from out of nowhere on unsuspecting cats, so best watch out walking under anything that he could climb.
Cloudykit || Tom || 4 || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
He is a Manx like his mother. Much like his father, he has leopard-like markings though pale brown atop pale grey fur, nearly white, rather than gold. His legs are solid, while his back and forehead are marked. His eyes are the same yellow, though far colder. He is vain, and selfish at times, especially when it comes to his siblings. He's always doing his best to stay clean and despises adventures, fearing they will mess up his beautiful fur. He would much rather sit in the sun and be admired, but too often he wants to be the center of attention too much to let his siblings leave him behind. He's also cowardly despite his pretending that as the oldest, he's the most intelligent and brave. He's easily spooked and scared by ghost stories and tales of the Dark Forest.
Breezekit || She-cat || 4 || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
She has solid golden fur with her face split into half-white, half-gold and her father's sweeping tail. Her back legs are white as well. She is just as proud as her mother but far more patient except when it comes to her vain brother, often teasing him mercilessly and trying to fight him. She has her father's yellow eyes, and is extremely outgoing and friendly, the opposite of her more quiet brother. She is selfless, but opinionated, though her second brother often tries to persuade her to listen more, speak less. She hasn't quite learned the lesson, but her patience is slowly winning out over her pride.
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 21:31:38 GMT -5
STORMCLAN: THE CUNNING AND FIERCE "I'm just like my country, I'm young, scrappy and hungry, and I'm not throwing away my shot..."
Formed after Stormbird's exile from ChasmClan, StormClan is full of idealistic young cats swayed by Stormbird and Kestrelstrike's promises of a new, better life unrestricted by rules and traditions. Living on the edge of the territory, these cats must be willing to fight for everything they have, but are rewarded for their struggle with freedom and the promise of change. LEADER Though not officially a leader with nine lives, the leader is still the highest ranking cat in the Clan. Stormbird || She-Cat || 43 Moons || Rookthorn
Stormbird is a gray tabby she-cat with darker patches scattered across her pelt, giving her a somewhat mottled look. A scar stretches from the underside of her jaw up to just below her left eye, the result of the first battle with ChasmClan. Her eyes, like her brother's, are a pale amber, but she favors her mother Rainstar with her smaller, thinner build. Clever, dedicated, charismatic and fierce, Stormbird was the heir her aging mother Rainstar needed. She would have been the leader ChasmClan needed, had a secret relationship with a rogue named Kate not been exposed by her brother to protect himself. Stormbird retreated into the Teeth to live a new life with Kate, but the hardships of life without a Clan ultimately drove the pair apart. As time passed, more and more cats came seeking Stormbird, wanting to follow her example, and in the span of about two years the young she-cat had a Clan of her own.
HEIR
A young cat selected by the leader to take their place, this cat becomes the new leader rather than the deputy. As StormClan does not recognize bloodlines, this cat does not have to be related to the current leader.
Willowpaw || She-cat || 9 Moons || Rookthorn
A young, sleek-furred gray she-cat with blue eyes. Very faint tabby markings are scattered across her pelt, and her underbelly and chest are a slightly paler shade of gray. Willowpaw is a serious young cat, determined to prove herself worthy of the opportunity given to her. She has a sharp tongue when provoked, but is generally known to be a respectful and loyal cat. She and her brother Cricketpaw were taken in by StormClan as young kits, after their mother fell to an especially harsh leaf-bare. Willowpaw idolizes Stormbird, seeing her as a kind of mother figure, though this has caused her relationship with Cricketpaw to deteriorate.
DEPUTY
Chosen from the senior warriors by the leader, the second in command of the Clan. Aspenclaw || She-Cat || 33 Moons || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A shrewd, intelligent she-cat who was born with pale fur covered in darker, leopard-like spots and grey-blue eyes like ice. As she grew, her shyness faded into a reserved nature where she tended to observe and strategize without attaching herself too closely to others. Her long fur is now dappled with these spots, and she uses them to her advantage by hiding in shaded trees, an adept hunter since she was an apprentice. She has a small scar to the left of her right eye, from a training accident. ChasmClan had never quite fit her since her mother died giving birth to her without telling anyone her father, and she took the chance to make a quiet departure as an elder apprentice in the night. She was the first warrior to be made in StormClan, her former mentor Kestrelstrike proud of her apprentice. She didn't admit to anyone her main reason for going was seeing the two she-cats as a couple, and cats still wonder about her emotions behind her impassive mask. She is young for a deputy but her mind is wise beyond her years, paired with a certain restraint that allowed Stormbird to make the choice simple. The addition of Kestrelstrike as her former mentor helped, she knew, but she has struggled to prove herself an adviser and a confident. She may also have a crush on Stormbird.
MEDICINE CAT As StormClan's access to the Star Pool is very limited, their medicine cat holds much less authority, and while they are still respected they are mostly just a healer. Yarrowtuft || Tom || 43 Moons || ~Sandclaw~
Yarrowtuft is considerably thin and lithe for a medicine cat, but that may be due to his own doings. With long, feather-like fur, he is veiled in golden brown colored fur. Soft, neat classic tabby stripes decorate his golden colored pelt as his stripes are darker in shade, almost fitting to dark brown. His tail is plumy and much like his pelt, unkempt. He has very pale green eyes. In all modesty, the two words that describes Yarrowtuft is an intolerable jerk. It's simple as that, but what makes him an intolerable jerk? This tom is argumentative and trying to test him will start a quarrel, no doubt there. He's blunt, rude with his words but also with his actions. One shouldn't except an ounce of kindness to come out of him as that's not who he is. It may seem unlucky, though he does get the job done and doesn't take smack from any cat. He's definitely strong mentally and verbally, so crossing him is the last thing one should do.
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE A much less competitive position than in ChasmClan, as the StormClan medicine cat is not nearly as powerful. [ One spot left, ask before applying ]
SENIOR WARRIORS
The best of the best, these warriors offer advice to the leader and deputy and serve as commanders during battle. They are not required to have trained an apprentice.
[ 4 Spots Left, must be 30 moons or older.]
Kestrelstrike || She-Cat || 48 Moons || Rookthorn
Kestrelstrike is a small, spotted brown tabby she-cat with a white underbelly and chest and bright amber eyes. A patch of white is splashed across her muzzle and the lower left portion of her face. Intelligent, cunning, and a bit selfish, Kestrelstrike is a cat that knows what she wants and knows exactly how to get it. Formerly a rogue named Kate, Kestrelstrike met and fell in love with the former ChasmClan heir Stormbird, and after their relationship was discovered she planted the idea of revenge in Stormbird's head, leading to the formation of StormClan. Though the two are no longer together, Kestrelstrike remains Stormbird's most trusted advisor.
Quietshade || She-cat || 48 moons || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A dark-furred Maine Coon cat, she has pale hazel eyes. Her fur is a dark grey with lighter tabby stripes. She has a thick pelt that is perfect in cooler seasons, however she does favor dusk and dawn during hotter moons. She has sensitive ears like her sister, but she has stronger strikes with her forepaws and a sharper biteβshe is a warrior, practiced in her particular style that balances her strength with quick reflexes, thought her weaknesses flare when faced with a faster, smaller cat. However, because of this, she has developed skills in stealth to retain her advantages. She is reserved, tactically-minded, as well as a great listener. Though well-versed in keeping secrets, she is far better at keeping others' secrets than attempting to befriend them. She is rarely one to share details of her life and come across as cold, or heartless. Especially paired with her sarcastic sense of humor. Perhaps an apprentice could warm her heart, but for now she remains a loner among her clanmates. Her and her sister, Dappledbrook, are very distantly related to Skystep.
WARRIORS Any cat older than twelve moons who does not have kits and has not retired. Responsible for protecting the borders and catching prey to feed the Clan. Rabbitstep || Tom || 29 Moons || Rookthorn
Rabbitstep is a very pale gray tom with green eyes and a white chest and paws. One of his ears was injured in a fight near the end of his apprenticeship, causing it to fold over and not stand up properly. Careful and anxious, Rabbitstep has never been one to jump headfirst into danger, and would much rather sit back and think a problem through. This young warrior was once Lightningstar's apprentice, but he disagreed with the other tom's somewhat reckless nature and eagerly left when he learned of StormClan.
Daisyfoot || She-cat || 27 Moons || ~Sandclaw~
Daisyfoot is a lithe, long limbed she-cat. She is cloaked by a simple shade of white, creating the base color for her pelt. Following her bland pelt, comes patches of all sizes though only in one color-- ginger. These patches have darker ginger mackerel tabby markings decorating them. They mainly cover her back, flank, and legs, whereas the rest of her fur is white. There is a patch that covers her ears which trails down to the bridge of her nose. Daisyfoot has dandelion yellow eyes. This feline is known to show a fierce side especially when she's upset. As loyalty is one thing she holds on to, breaking any rules or the code is like a sin for Daisyfoot. She's devoted to her clan and close friends though she will sometimes break that devotion if a clanmate is going against the code. Honesty is another key trait to the point where she'll be quite frank with those who cross her path and deceive her.
Wolfjaw || Tom || 35 moons || xfogpathx
Wolfjaw is a bulky, tall gray tom with warm undertones and big, white paws. His ears and bridge of his nose are darker, near black, as is the singular thick stripe that runs down his spine. He has a slight under bite and the tips of bottom fangs poke out over his lip. He had a long muzzle with a gray nose and long, droopy whiskers. He has wide-set ears and expressive dark green eyes like moss. Wolfjaw tends to intimidate others but he is much kinder than he appears. He tends to be playful and adventurous and got into a lot of trouble when he was younger. Even now, he needs the rules a little and lots the other way sometimes when the apprentices try to cause mischief. He is very physically affectionate to those he likes. Overall, he is a good warrior and well-liked but perhaps not the most disciplined cat around.
APPRENTICES
Cats between the ages of six and twelve moons, in training to become warriors or medicine cats. Cricketpaw || Tom || 9 Moons || Rookthorn
Cricketpaw is a gray tabby tom with dark, thin markings and green eyes. His chest, underbelly, and paws are white, and his left ear has a notch in the side. Playful and full of jokes, Cricketpaw is a bit of a prankster. His lighter frame makes him more suited for hunting than fighting, but he's eager to learn and does his best. He and his sister Willowpaw were taken in by StormClan as young kits, after their mother fell to an especially harsh leaf-bare, and he is slightly envious of his sister's new position as heir to the Clan. Icypaw || She-cat || 7 moons || xfogpathx
Icypaw is a pretty, long-haired white she-cat. She is a bit smaller than others her age, which she hates. She has bright blue eyes and a blaze of -- fur between her eyes. His paws are small with pink paw pads and she has a wide, short tail like a tadpole. Icypaw is a cunning she-cat who values self-preservation over honor. She would rather run away than lose and tends to lie a lot, especially to save her own skin. She can be judgmental and a bit of a gossip but she makes a great ally. She is friendly but fears trusting others too much. Icypaw isn't good at comforting others but she tries to be there as much as she can for her friends. Brother is Leafpaw. Leafpaw || Tom || 7 moons || xfogpathx
Leafpaw is a dark brown, near black, solid colored tom with a feathery tail and whiskers. He is sleek with black paw pads and firey amber eyes that pop against his dark fur. His black nose has an unusually sharp sense of smell. Leafpaw is vain and proud but arrogant, which makes him hard to be around. He tends to be overbearing, especially to his sister, and ends up pushing others away but he is actually very lonely and longs for friends. He tends to panic under pressure despite all his bravado. Not a lot of self-control but a lot of heart. He just hasn't been given a chance to show it. Sister is Icypaw. QUEENS
She-cats currently expecting or caring for kits, or who have chosen to help in the Nursery rather than serve as a warrior. Grey || She-cat || 21 || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A white-furred Egyptian Mau with intricate silver markings, reminiscient of a spotted tabby. She is slender, with large ears and pale green eyes that may be mistaken for white. Her eyes are very large in her pointed face, long whiskers emphasizing the difference. She can be skittish at times but will voice her opinion when it comes to her kits, fiercely protective of them. She is light on her paws, incredibly quiet and a masterful climber. However, she is barely trained and is unused to battle. StormClan found her when she was giving birth just inside their borders, freshkill at her feet and clearly struggling due to her age. However, they were able to save her life but helping comfort her and forcing her to eat, Quietshade becoming her idol for being the one to find and help her. So she listened and understood the value of protection in a clan for her kits, knowing the cold was coming. She became healthier, and in part tries to hunt now that her kittens are older. Though she does not quite understand the reasons for the battles that occur, she is fiercely loyal to StormClan. Grey has yet to commit to becoming a warrior, still caring for her kits but she does try to listen when the apprentices are near enough she can hear them being taught. She also watches her clanmates to understand the practices, the social cues.
KITS Cats younger than six moons; not yet permitted to leave camp or train under a warrior. Cloverkit || She-cat || 3 || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A spitfire of a she-kit, she has her mother's pale eyes but rather than seeming skittish, she is playful and at times too much so for her own good. She's curious, and a bit bigger than her brother despite their age so is usually more determined to get into trouble. Luck, or StarClan, is on her side and she never seems to get in too much trouble. She has pure white fur that seems to stick up everywhere, with silver markings that are far lighter than her mother's for now, so much so she looks nearly pure white. She is definitely going to favor her father as she grows in build, paws big and at times clumsy for now. Quailkit || Tom || 3 || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A soft, sleepy tom who wants nothing more than to not be bothered. He is smaller than his sister and will favor his mother in build as he grows older. However, his golden-brown fur, unmarked, favors his father. His eyes are a mixture of green and brown, an odd hazel due to his parents. Despite their equal age, he is smaller than his sister and is often dragged, unwillingly into her schemes. He does prefer sleep and the stories of the elder cats, and will groan when she drags him along so she has brought him less and less. As the moons pass, he will learn to stick up more for himself because of her.
ELDERS
Cats who have retired due to old age or severe injuries. ----------------
CATS OUTSIDE THE CLANS
Cats who do not belong to StormClan or ChasmClan. Once treated as pests, they have recently become valuable sources of information, though most Clan cats will still chase them off where hunting is concerned.
Juniper || Tom || 31 Moons || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A light-hearted tom cat with no intention of joining either clan, he's a playful flirt. He's also a Somali with dark ginger fur and a tuft of white on his chest with pale green eyes. He's on the lithe side, with only slightly fluffy fur that's sleek due to his care and vanity. He tends to joke and not take anything seriously, but that's as a result of being a former kittypet left on his own at barely a year old. He was forced to adapt under bad conditions that left him hungry and nearly dead more than once, though he keeps his past life a mystery to most. He hasn't quite realized these cats are fighting for their lives, but he does support Stormbird if only because he too likes the same gender, although he does find himself more than a little attracted to a certain ChasmClan cat. Harper || She-Cat || 40 Moons || Rookthorn
A dark ginger tabby she-cat with a lighter chest and paws, and bright green eyes. Harper is a bit subdued, but has a fiery temper if provoked. She was born a loner, and has lived in the Teeth all her life. She was once the secret mate of Lightningstar, but several arguments pushed the two apart. When a harsh leaf-bare arrived, she reluctantly gave her two kits, Red and Ash, to their father to raise, admitting that they would likely die without the support of the Clan. The kits eventually became Russetpaw and Scorchpaw, and she has seen only brief glances of them since giving them over to ChasmClan. She is willing to give information to any Clan cat who treats her with respect, and has become an invaluable resource for both Clans during the war. Trout || She-cat || 8 moons || (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t)
A tortoiseshell-tabby mix, she has an orange and black face with a white underbelly, chin, and tip of her tail. She has a mixture of swirling patches and stripes, similar to a trout's stripes, giving her her name alongside her penchant for being absurdly talented at fishing. Though she is terrible at climbing and normal hunting. She's cheerful and super curious, always following around the apprentices of both clans, in awe at the lessons and hard work put into learning. She's friendly, and extremely talkativeβalmost annoyingly so but when told anything, she is extremely obedient. [/div] |
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 22:07:12 GMT -5
MATES AND CRUSHES Key
Cat A -----> Cat B: Cat A has a crush on Cat B
Cat A <-----> Cat B: Cat A and Cat B both have a crush on each other
Cat A / Cat B: Cat A and Cat B are mates
Cat A / Cat B: Cat A and Cat B were mates, but have separated.
A line through a cat's name means that they have somehow died.
Stormbird / Kestrelstrike
Lightningstar / Harper
Aspenclaw -----> Stormbird
Starlingstrike / Honeytuft
FAMILY
Rainstar + Badgertail = Lightningstar, Stormbird
??? + ??? = Rainstar, Creekshadow
Creekshadow + ??? = Owlflight, Raventhroat
??? + ??? = Willowpaw, Cricketpaw
Lightningstar + Harper = Russetpaw, Scorchpaw
Grey + ??? = Cloverkit, Quailkit
Starlingstrike + Honeytuft = Cloudykit, Breezekit, Spottedkit
??? + ??? = Quietshade, Dappledbrook
??? + ??? = Leafpaw, Icypaw
MENTORS AND APPRENTICES
Current Mentors And Apprentices
Robinecho mentors Scorchpaw
Sootbriar mentors Russetpaw
Aspenclaw mentors Willowpaw
Wolfjaw mentors Cricketpaw
Briarfrost mentors Sedgepaw
Raventhroat mentors Shrikepaw
Rabbitstep mentors Icypaw
Kestrelstrike mentors Leafpaw
Owlflight mentors Frogpaw Former Mentors And Apprentices
Lightningstar mentored Rabbitstep
Stormbird mentored Owlflight
Kestrelstrike mentored Aspenclaw
MEMBERS
Rookthorn || She/Her || Active
Hey there! I'm Rook, and I like video games, art, and books, more specifically things like Voltron, Dragon Age, and Pokemon. Clearly, as you can see from the above posts, I absolutely hate Hamilton and the color red. I was on the old forums for about five years as Fallendawn and a little over one as Rookthorn.
β Lightningstar β Stormbird β Raventhroat β Owlflight β Scorchpaw β Russetpaw β Harper β Willowpaw β Cricketpaw β Rabbitstep β (r)(o)(c)(k)(e)(t) || || Active
Hey I'm Rocket, I was on the old forums for about four years for several SNs and almost one year as Crane, I love Voltron, Steven Universe, and space. I really love space man. I frequently call people dude/man/bro, but if this will bother you, please let me know ok? I'll call you only whatever you're comfortable with.
β Aspenclaw β Grey β Honeytuft β Starlingstrike β Quietshade β Dappledbrook β Briarfrost β Quailkit β Cloverkit β Juniper β Trout β Cloudykit β Spottedkit β Breezekit β
!Gingernose || they/them || Active
hi I'm altias, or Gingernose ! I've been roleplaying cats for at least 9 years now. I like to think I'm pretty good at filling up posts and giving room for response. I can try my best to post at least a couple times a week, if not a little more. Nothing much else to add, I look forward to being part of the Clan!
β Sedgepaw β ~Sandclaw~ || she/her || Active
Hey! The name's Sand, but feel free to come up with any nicknames for me. I enjoy graphic design, coding && roleplaying. I also like to game, chat, && read. Some of my favorite things are anime, manhwa, EDM (electronic dance music) & sleep.
β Yarrowtuft β Sootbriar β Shrikepaw β Daisyfoot β xfogpathx || She/Her || Active
Hi, my name is Foggy and I have been roleplaying Warriors since 2009. I have a lot of nerdy interesting that I would love to talk about and I love herbal tea. I really hope we get along.
β Forepaw β Thistletail β Robinecho β Wolfjaw β Icypaw β Leafpaw β |
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 22:15:36 GMT -5
PLOTS MAIN PLOT
"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control: who lives, who dies, who tells your story..."
Stormbird, the former heir of ChasmClan, was removed from her position and exiled by her mother, the elderly Rainstar, after Stormbird's brother Lightningfall exposed a relationship between Stormbird and a rogue named Kate. Stormbird disappeared into the Teeth, angry and hurt, and Lightningfall became Lightningstar after Rainstar's death.
Now, nearly two years later, Stormbird has gathered a group of cats, both ChasmClan and outsiders, large enough to call themselves a Clan. Though StormClan seemed content enough to stay on their side of the river, Lightningstar has declared war, calling the new Clan an insult to their ancestors and a threat to their way of life.
SUBPLOTS
Feel free to suggest some!
FUTURE PLOTS While not set in stone, ideas for future plots are recorded here. If you have an idea for one, feel free to suggest it! -StarClan wishes for AlderClan and SlateClan to return to the forest after a natural and or human disaster endangers their current home. Cats from both StormClan and ChasmClan are selected to go find them and bring them back (Will probably take place on a special quest page, members will be able to enter their cats into a random quest drawing to decide who will go.). Back in the forest, tensions are high as cats argue over whether or not AlderClan and SlateClan should be allowed to return. GENERAL NEWS - 7/30/16: Blood And Water made the move over to the new forums, and was opened. !Gingernose joined with Sedgepaw
- 8/3/16: After some technical problems, I'm back on the forums. The Update Log section was added, as well as the Future Plots section.
-xfogpathx joined with Frogpaw, Thistletail, Robinecho, Icypaw, Leafpaw, and Wolfjaw. Mentors have been assigned. If you have a problem with your cat's mentor/apprentice, get in contact with me and we'll get it sorted out.
ROLEPLAY NEWS What's Going On?
After a failed raid on StormClan's camp by ChasmClan, both Clans are trying to recover from their injuries. Lightningstar lost a life in the fighting, killed in a bloody battle with Stormbird, and both cats are currently recovering from their injuries. What Happened?
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- UPDATE LOG The Update Log is a section where I record changes to any page relating to BW. So if something looks a little different to you, you'll probably be able to find it listed here!
-8/3/16: The Update Log section and the Future Plots subsection were added. Morning and Frost were added to the Taken Names list on the Joining Page to reserve them for plot reasons. |
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 22:22:30 GMT -5
IMPORTANT LINKS JOINING The joining page can be found here!BW ART PAGE
We don't have any art yet! Make some, and I'll make a page to show it off on.
CREDIT Credit for this wonderful layout goes to *Brownfur*, whose other amazing stuff can be found here and here on the original warriors forums.
The pictures in the territory descriptions are from flroberts.net and waplag.net, and are in no way shape or form mine.
All other art on this page was made by me in GIMP using official Warrior cats artwork. |
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 22:43:40 GMT -5
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 22:43:51 GMT -5
Save 2
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 22:44:14 GMT -5
And One last Save just in case
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 30, 2016 22:44:33 GMT -5
(Aaaaaaand we're now open! )
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!Rowanfur
i love SEAGULLS and my GIRLFRIEND
Pronouns: they/them, he/him
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Post by !Rowanfur on Jul 30, 2016 23:24:18 GMT -5
coded by Altias/Gingernose, (c) altias (portrait) and harper collins (background). no reuse. |
sedgepaw
agender
medicine cat apprentice of chasmclan
`````` | in-character .
the light of day had finally reached the horizon line, but a thick cover of clouds kept its reach from touching the earth.
booming thunder, a flash of lightning far in the distance, and rain pouring down from the heavens. it was a weather-conducted symphony, and the clan cats were the audience. it had happened so suddenly, and some cats had found themselves caught in the rain.
sedgepaw was one of these poor felines, their loping gait making splashes as they found themself over uneven ground, kicking up water unintentionally and weighing down their fur with the rain that seeped through to the skin. it was cold, and muddy, and they almost found themself slipping into the earth as they mis-stepped.
they finally reached the camp, pale green eyes searching the trees and undergrowth for any sign of life. the trees stood tall, their leafy boughs guarding the camp from the heaviest of the rainfall, but water still pooled where the cover was uneven, and as sedgepaw stood panting from their quick run through the woods, water dripped from their pelt. they looked a mess.
they hoped they would see someone as they wandered forth from the entrance, tail lowered close to the ground to lessen the impact of the dripping water that came from it.
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Post by ββ’ββ Ζ. ΡcΟΡΡ ΖΞΉΡzgΡΡΞ±ββ on Jul 30, 2016 23:45:47 GMT -5
CHASMCLAN
Briarfrost winced as his leg dragged, cursing inwardly. He hated his slight limp, yet could find no solution except to continue swallowing herbs for the twinges of pain he still felt, and attempt to ignore the stupid thing. The attempt was made, but on days like today, the rain's very scent made it worsen. He had once loved rain, and now? He all but became a hermit in his den.
He sniffed his herb stores, counting and recounting until he was certain of what he needed. His apprentice had already gathered some of the more urgent supplies, a task he did not envy them for in this weather. He waited then, for them to return, tail curled around his paws as he sat back once more. The old tomcat knew that for the moment his pain would ease, and could not bring himself to stand just yet, peering through the strips of plantlife mixed with roots to see if he could find his apprentice loping back into the camp. Once he saw a hint of familiar fur coming through the entrance, he called out to them, "Sedgepaw, have you brought the herbs?"STORMCLAN
Grey knew time was a fickle thing as she watched her kits play together. She wondered how it could seem only moments before she had been alone, trying to bring these kits into the world, yet moons had passed and so her kits had grown without one thought that anything had ever been uncertain for them. They knew their clan as family, and trusted them completely. Grey could still not quite trust them enough to leave her kits out of sight, unless Quietshade was near enough. That single she-cat had given her hope, and she knew that otherwise, she would not be alive.
Perhaps it was a funny sort of way that life told her she needed to be more trusting. She was working on it, but for now she was quietly content to bask in the sun as her healthy kits rolled in the dirt. |
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!Rowanfur
i love SEAGULLS and my GIRLFRIEND
Pronouns: they/them, he/him
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Post by !Rowanfur on Jul 30, 2016 23:59:54 GMT -5
coded by Altias/Gingernose, (c) altias (portrait) and harper collins (background). no reuse. |
sedgepaw
agender
medicine cat apprentice of chasmclan
`````` | in-character .a mist had already permeated the air of the woodland clearing, and the muggy air was hard for sedgepaw to breathe in as they approached the den they had only recently started to call 'home'. just out of the entrance, they could spy their mentor, briarfost, as they limped their way further in. more focused on him than on the cold water that they seemed to swim through to cross the camp, they ducked in and looked about with wide eyes.
the dark slice in their eyes grew as they accomodated to the dim lighting of the den. their ears, swivelling forward, could hear breathing, and the sound of water trickling into the pool that was situated much further in as the rain continued its assault on the surface of the earth. they were thankful that they could finally rest, approaching the brown tabby form that they had been out in the rain for in the first place. "briarfost," they called, but their mouth was muffled from the many comfrey and feverfew sprigs stuffed in their jaws. "'m here."
stepping closer, they placed the leafy bits on one of the jutting rock "shelves" that embedded itself into the wall and floor. it wasn't a smooth surface, by any means, but it was cleaner to put the herbs there rather than on the ground, where paws had been.
"i didn't expect the rain to come so soon," they apologized, looking up anxiously. "so i didn't have time for a second trip. i tried to get back as fast as i could so they wouldn't get too soggy, but it's kind of hard not to be with this kind of rain." turning, the dark-furred apprentice gave attention to their wet underfur, lifting a foreleg so they could dry off with their tongue. there were some knots in their bellyfur, probably caused by the shrubbery they'd run over, and they made a face as they dislodged a burr that had found its home in their pelt. eugh.
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 31, 2016 0:04:14 GMT -5
(Wow look at that, everyone has a nice pretty thing but me. My title of lazy mom is well earned.)
StormClan
Willowpaw paused at the entrance to the apprentices' den, her ears twitching at the faint sound of thunder. She frowned, spotting the dark cloud hanging over the forest. Hopefully it would fade, or at least move in some other direction, as she had little desire to patrol or hunt in the rain. The young she-cat moved out into the clearing, deciding not to waste what little time she had before her mentor appeared and dragged her off to training. She grabbed a vole off the fresh-kill pile, then made her way over to the Nursery. "Morning, Grey," She said, dropping the vole in front of the queen and sitting beside her, wrapping her tail over her paws as she paused to watch Quailkit and Cloverkit.
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Post by ββ’ββ Ζ. ΡcΟΡΡ ΖΞΉΡzgΡΡΞ±ββ on Jul 31, 2016 0:14:48 GMT -5
CHASMCLAN
Briarfrost listened with patience, thin as it was, and managed not to become too angry. He remembered his first days as an apprentice as well, though faintly, and took a deep breath to quell his ill temper as he flicked water off his tail and into the burbling pool. "The attempt was made, at least," he offered in a quiet, nearly indifferent tone. He craned his neck to observe the gathered sprigs, then sniffed and sighed.
"Good, good, the second trip can be made later, this should be enough for a day as wet as this one," he nodded, a half-approving grumble to his voice. He licked his chest a few times to smooth the fur that had sprung up in the rain before he spoke again. He stood, though slowly and with much care not to show pain to his gentle apprentice. "Sit, let your fur dry for the moment. Soon enough Honeytuft will burst in to interrupt the peace, enjoy it while you can. While you sit, recite the names of the herbs to yourself, in your head, mind you, I need quiet."
He padded carefully over to the misshapen ledge and sorted the herbs, counting them before he carried them to their proper places among the stores. The swirling scents of all the dried and fresh herbs comforted him, and he even began to purr faintly without realizing it as he organized. |
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Post by ββ’ββ Ζ. ΡcΟΡΡ ΖΞΉΡzgΡΡΞ±ββ on Jul 31, 2016 0:19:11 GMT -5
STORMCLAN
Startled from her musings, Grey only blinked owlishly at the apprentice for a long moment. Finally, she replied, though quiet, "G-good morning." She glanced down as the scent filled her nose, and sighed gratefully. She savored every last morsel as she bent to enjoy the meal. It had once been so rare to have a meal, she did not miss that part of her life.
She tilted her head and her whiskers twitched, curious, "Thank you, but why did you bring it to me?" Then a thought, and she laughed lightly, "Or are you avoiding your mentor?" |
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!Rowanfur
i love SEAGULLS and my GIRLFRIEND
Pronouns: they/them, he/him
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Post by !Rowanfur on Jul 31, 2016 0:28:46 GMT -5
coded by Altias/Gingernose, (c) altias (portrait) and harper collins (background). no reuse. |
sedgepaw
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medicine cat apprentice of chasmclan
`````` | in-character .though worried that perhaps they had done a poor job of gathering, sedgepaw's heart still swelled at the positive reception to their little contribution to the stock. of course, there was still the matter of drying them, and making sure they were properly preserved before they wilted and became less potent, but that would come later, certainly. the black-furred apprentice looked up from their grooming with eyes that metaphorically sparkled with joy. "of course! i'll try to be quiet."
they returned to their grooming; long fur retained water worse than short fur, and they made sure to make a couple passes over their paws, their belly, and especially their tail, which had become very thoroughly waterlogged from their romp in the mud. they made a face as they tasted the dirt in their fur, but knew it was unavoidable. mud was dirt, and dirt would always be gross to the taste.
after a last cursory glance over their features to make sure no fur was too out-of-place, they turned themself to the herb stores, watching with rapt attention as briarfrost lifted his tabby paws to move them about and put them in their proper places. they could recognize some of the herbs by scent, but not as easily by appearance - one of these clusters smelled heavily of mint, but they also knew that it had been placed close to the mint sprigs they had in the back, so the plant could very easily be something else. it didn't have the spaded leaves that would mark it as mint; perhaps it was lavender? maybe not, they thought, furrowing their brow. what a mystery!
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 31, 2016 0:32:27 GMT -5
StormClan
"You're a member of the Clan now, and StormClan queens eat before apprentices," Willowpaw said, puffing her chest out. After a moment she relaxed, letting out a small purr. "It may also have something to do with the fact that it might rain later today, and I really don't want to be out with Aspenclaw when it does," She admitted.
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 31, 2016 0:49:10 GMT -5
(I think I'm going to go ahead and call it a night. See you all in the morning!)
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Post by Sand on Jul 31, 2016 0:56:50 GMT -5
[ hello everyone! cx ]
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Post by ββ’ββ Ζ. ΡcΟΡΡ ΖΞΉΡzgΡΡΞ±ββ on Jul 31, 2016 0:56:54 GMT -5
CHASMCLAN
Briarfrost turned back as he felt eyes pass over him, watching as Sedgepaw seemed to be trying to sort out the herbs by sight and scent. He opened his mouth to help them identify the leaves, but his ears swiveled as he felt as well as heard a certain gait near the den. He sighed, low yet emphatic. He lifted a paw to wash his ear, waiting for the inevitable to occur.
He shot a brief, amused glance at Sedgepaw, wondering how the poor thing would react. They had yet to have seen Honeytuft in his full father-mode. He didn't have to wait long as in the tom bounded, skidding across the floor a bit before settling, eyes sparking with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.
"What do you want this time?" Briarfrost said curtly as the tom nearly crashed into him, recovered and puffed out his chest. His golden fur as soaked through, and the new father looked more than a little ridiculous despite his size.
"Breezekit swallowed a bug!" Honeytuft yelled, panicking and prancing about nervously with his long tail swishing everywhere.
Briarfrost lifted up to catch the herbs that fell in his wake, snapping, "Stop pacing!"
Honeytuft sat down abruptly, shaking everything inside the den. "But--"
"A single bug will not cause her death, as I have told you many, many times before," he growled.
"This is the ninth bug! Surely that's bad?" Honeytuft argued, looking at Sedgepaw pleadingly. STORMCLAN
Grey half-chuckled, "Clan life rarely makes sense. But--I can understand not wanting to feel the rain that threatens." She stretched as she stood, glancing at the sky. She flicked her tail, calling, "Kits, come now, rain's coming." Quailkit seemed relieved to scurry to his mother's side while Cloverkit groaned and her tail drooped.
"Willowpaw will tell us a story about clan cats," she suggested, which made her adventurous daughter perk up and run forward. She sent a warning glance to Willowpaw seeming to say, Stay if you like, but you'll need to help me here. |
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Post by ββ’ββ Ζ. ΡcΟΡΡ ΖΞΉΡzgΡΡΞ±ββ on Jul 31, 2016 0:57:26 GMT -5
[ Night Rook! Hi Sandclaw  ] |
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Post by Sand on Jul 31, 2016 1:00:13 GMT -5
[ hey!~ ]
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Post by ββ’ββ Ζ. ΡcΟΡΡ ΖΞΉΡzgΡΡΞ±ββ on Jul 31, 2016 1:07:48 GMT -5
[ How are you? ]
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Post by Sand on Jul 31, 2016 1:08:36 GMT -5
[ Pretty good, and you? ]]
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Post by ββ’ββ Ζ. ΡcΟΡΡ ΖΞΉΡzgΡΡΞ±ββ on Jul 31, 2016 10:39:28 GMT -5
( Good! Sorry I fell asleep heh )
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 31, 2016 12:05:36 GMT -5
(Morning! I'm here, just updating the main posts really quick.)
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Post by Rookthorn on Jul 31, 2016 12:07:41 GMT -5
(Also Sand could you fill out the member form on the joining page? No rush, just whenever you get a second.)
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