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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 23, 2016 14:19:29 GMT -5
Long, long ago, five cats came together in the center of a warring forest, seeking peace. The spirits of their kin who had been killed in the bloody battles before came to them, their pelts made of starlight, and told them that alone and broken they could not survive, but with others of the same spirit surrounding them- sharing one territory and one life- they could. And so these five cats- Thunder, Wind, Shadow, River, and Sky- gathered together the other warriors in the forest, chose their territories, and created the first five Clans.
The original five Clans survived for many, many generations under powerful leaders, protected by strong and loyal warriors and guided by the wisdom of their ancestors, who they called StarClan. Though for a time SkyClan was lost, it eventually returned to the others. Each Clan had times of darkness, but together they all prevailed for many seasons, even when their homes were destroyed and their spirits broken and they were forced to flee or die. But each time, they prevailed.
Until they could not.
Eventually, there came a challenge that not even the Clans could face. First, twolegs drove them yet again from their home, and the Clans were forced to move yet again. They wandered for many moons, but they could not find a new place that could support all five Clans, even with their numbers reduced by the hardships they had already faced. Finally, they came to the difficult decision to split up- ShadowClan and RiverClan went together, and ThunderClan, WindClan, and SkyClan stayed together. Finally, both groups managed to find placed they could call home, and they lived for several more generations. Eventually, however, disease came to ShadowClan and RiverClan, killing off most of their warriors. Those few who were left could hardly be called two Clans, and so they joined together and left their territory in an attempt to find the others after so long. Eventually they rejoined them, but there was no space for another Clan, and so they merged with the living three. ShadowClan and RiverClan were no more.
The last three survived for several more moons after that, but as it turns out, those who had survived the sickness had carried it to the other three. Before a year had passed, it swept through the last three Clans and killed all but a few cats who were immune.
At this time, StarClan had stopped speaking with the Clans. Most cats were dead, and with no guidance from StarClan, no leaders left to tell them what to do, and no medicine cats left to offer their wisdom, the cats decided it was a sign that the Clans were no more. And so, while some stayed in the empty territories the Clans had left behind, others wandered away, unable to bear looking at the last home of the Clans. And thus the original five Clans died.
Many seasons passed, and the last warriors of the Clans had scattered across the land. They rebuilt their lives as loners, rogues, and even kittypets, though some still followed the warrior code in whatever ways they could. Eventually, they found mates and settled down, teaching their kits about their history so that even though it had ended, it would not be forgotten. Three generations lived and died as such.
Now, many cats are haunted by their dreams, driven by some unknown urge to leave all they have known and to follow the morning sun to a mysterious place far away. Ancient cats walk in their dreams, soundless and pleading, leading them into the dark. These cats are the Descendants, though some do not know their heritage. Every Descendant is haunted by their ancestors, and the question is: will they follow them?
As you can probably gather from the introduction, this is a roleplay about the descendants of the original five Clans, who were destroyed. The idea is that the last remaining members of StarClan have found a place where new Clans can be rebuilt in the image of the originals, and are attempting to lead the Descendants to this place. However, these ancient warriors are faded and weak, nearly forgotten, and find it difficult to communicate with the living cats in any clear matter, both because of their weakness and because of the number of and distance between the Descendants. The Descendants must make a journey to this place, gather together, and figure out why their dreams haunt them. Then, they will rebuild the Clans if they so choose.
You are welcome to roleplay Descendants, as well as cats who are not Descendants but might be friends/mates/whatever with Descendants and tag along. Each Descendant- whether they remember or not- traces their blood back to a particular member (or two) of the original Clans who survived the fall. These cats are the only remaining warriors of StarClan, kept 'alive'- and only barely- by the blood that flows through the veins of their descendants. Cats who trace their line back to the same member don't necessarily have to be littermates, but they would be related by three generations or less.
As for the setting, the cats are currently scattered around a large area near where the Clans' last territories were. There is a broad river running out of low mountains in the north, through lowland forests and fields, and into the distance beyond. A large twoleg place also straddles the river, and much of the "wilderness" outside that is farmland. Many Descendants are kittypets or alley cats, while others are loners and rogues who live in the forest or farms outside the twolegplace. Their dreams tell them to follow the morning sun- to go east- along the foothills of the mountains. Whether the cats meet up and travel in larger groups, or travel alone or in pairs is up to you. I will reveal more territory as it becomes relevant.
ROLEPLAY RULES
- Be active and literate, as much as you can.
- Don't make mary-sues. Don't powerplay, godmod, spotlight, or do any of that other obnoxious stuff people do. Play fair.
- Be nice to people out of character. In character, you can be as rude as you want, but please don't cause needless drama just for the sake of causing drama. If it doesn't push forward a plot or add to character development, it's probably needless.
- Keep your characters realistic. This includes appearance and behavior. While a cat doesn't need to be 100% realistic in appearance but keep it believable (for example, in real life you won't see a gray cat with black spots, but here it's fine). In behavior, try to keep them consistent, and make their reactions to things believable and consistent with their personality and experiences.
- I won't put a particular character limit or gender requirements, as I find those annoying and limiting. However, as a guideline, don't make more characters than you can keep up with, and try to keep genders overall even. IE, if you go to make a character and you see there are twice as many she-cats as toms, make a tom instead of a she-cat; or vice-versa as the case may be.
- Your Descendant should have at least one trait in common with their chosen ancestor. This is so that all Descendants will still have some of their ancestor Clan's physical traits, though their Clan blood has been diffused by several generations and so they will not retain the entire image.
JOINING FORM
Name:
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Appearance:
Personality:
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 23, 2016 14:29:35 GMT -5
ANCESTORS
THUNDERCLAN
Spiderstar - the last leader of ThunderClan. Sleek-furred, muscular tawny tom with navy blue eyes and white legs.
Robinshade - the last medicine cat of ThunderClan. Broad-shouldered ginger tabby she-cat with darker ears and green eyes.
Icefur - slender white she-cat with pale blue eyes and a stumpy tail.
Oakclaw - huge, muscular dark brown tom with yellow eyes and white paws.
Sagepaw - small but well-muscled gray tabby she-cat with amber eyes and a white belly & paws.
RIVERCLAN Fishtail - last deputy of RiverClan. Sleek, long-legged pale gray she-cat with yellow eyes and white paws.
Rippleheart - big dark gray tabby tom with pale blue eyes and darker legs.
Nightpelt - large but lithe black she-cat with yellow eyes and a white patch on her chest.
Rainpaw - small, pale gray tabby she-cat with pale green eyes and a white chest, belly, muzzle, paws, & tail-tip.
Leafpaw - stocky gray tabby tom with pale green eyes, white paws, and black ears.
WINDCLAN Snowstar - last leader of WindClan. Long-legged, long-furred pure white she-cat with amber eyes.
Gorsethorn - last deputy of WindClan. Light brown tabby tom with darker legs and orange eyes.
Rabbitpaw - last medicine cat apprentice of WindCLan. Lithe, long-legged brown she-cat with a white belly and a stumpy tail.
Gray[kit] - tall gray tabby tom with dark blue eyes.
Shade[kit] - slender gray she-cat with green eyes and a white tail-tip.
SHADOWCLAN Cedarstar - last leader of ShadowClan. Bulky russet tom with darker ears, tail, and legs and pale yellow eyes.
Ratclaw - last deputy of ShadowClan. Dark gray tom with orange eyes and one white paw.
Yarrowfang - pale ginger she-cat with a white muzzle and green eyes.
Redtail - sleek, long-furred russet tom with black paws and green eyes.
Frost[kit] - pale gray-and-white she-cat with yellow eyes.
SKYCLAN Blossomfur - last medicine cat of SkyClan. Small tawny-and-white she-cat with pale green eyes and very long whiskers.
Cloudfeather - light gray tabby she-cat with a white chest & tail and amber eyes.
Greenpaw - last medicine cat apprentice of SkyClan. Lithe white tom with vivid green eyes.
Sparrowpaw - small light brown she-cat with amber eyes and darker stripes on her tail.
Aspen[kit] - lithe but muscular silver tabby tom with dark blue eyes.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 23, 2016 14:52:05 GMT -5
ALLEGIANCES Crow
Lithe and long-legged but reasonably muscular pure-white tom with large, slanting eyes, the left of which is pale blue, the other pale green. His fur is long and thick, but even more so around his neck like a mane, and on his plumed tail. His fangs, claws, and whiskers are also unusually long, and his lanky appearance makes him look somewhat narrow, willowy, and almost delicate. Crow is a reserved cat, generally preferring to remain unseen and unnoticed, and to listen and observe situations and events from a distance. He can be friendly enough to those he likes, but he generally prefers not to talk about himself, or get too personal or close to others. Still, he can be fun at times, but his odd sense of humor tends to put most cats off. He can be rather bad-tempered at times as well, and has little patience for true stupidity, which is another thing that tends to put others off. His sister- though they do not know each other- is Stormy. | Descended from Snowstar of WindClan. | 19 moons old. | di-stri
Dante
Dante is a dark grey tom with sleek fur that is ideal for swimming. He has darker "points" on his body- he has darker ears, paws, and tail tip, along with a "mask" over his face. He has muscled legs from the time he spends swimming, and prefers to keep his fur neat and tidy. He was once a kittypet- up until he was about 6 moons old- and so he still has the want to look nice. He has wide amber eyes that give him a rather innocent look. A little wary of strangers, the tom is friendly enough, if he considers you worth his time. Harsh, yes, but its the only way this former kittypet has made it in the wilderness. The tom is a romanticist, and an optimist, always looking for the best scenario. He is incredibly loyal once he gets to know someone, and is actually a real softy, despite his attempts to look like he could care less as to what could happen. | Descended from Rippleheart of RiverClan. | 17 moons old. | sweetclover1
Aisling
This young she-cat is rather pretty. She is golden and white, and has gentle hazel-amber eyes. She is quite small, and has a very lithe, dainty frame, allowing her to be quite graceful and fast. She has rather long whiskers. It's no wonder that Aisling was decended from a medicine cat. She is very sweet and gentle, and has a knack for healing. If some cat is hurt, she will heal them. She cares deeply for others, almost too deeply, to the point that she wouldn't want a cat she cares about to do anything that is mildly dangerous. She is very naive, and could easily become prey to the crueller cats in the world. She is quite meek, and blushes often, easily and hard, especially when a cat compliments her or flirts with her. She also has a sort of innocence to her, so she may not even realise the darkness of her world. Despite her flaws, she's a gentle and sweet-spirited cat who cares deeply for those she loves - or anyone, for that matter. | Descended from Blossomfur of SkyClan. | 14 moons old. | winterlynx ♛
Blossom
Blossom is a lithe she-cat with bright green eyes. Her white pelt is adorned with ginger patches and her legs are fairly long. Her whiskers are long, and her stomach is white. Her paws and tail-tip are also white. It is obvious that she was descended from a medicine cat. Blossom is able to heal others and their wounds with what seems like a flick of her tail. However, she is very emotional, breaking down at random moments when there is absolutely no need. She refuses to raise a claw in anything, and although she keeps quiet most of the time, she is fully capable of voicing her opinions. She is quite the speedy cat, able to beat almost anyone in races. She falls for cats easily, and can be considered flirtatious at times. | Descended from Blossomfur of SkyClan. | 15 moons. | Rose
Sorrel
[name reserved] | Rose
Briar
[name reserved] | Rose
Bracken
[name reserved] | Rose
Stormy
Small, lithe she-cat with long, fluffy smoky gray fur, pale green eyes, and very long tail. Her narrow ears are notched and tufted, and her claws are unusually long and wicked, though her narrow frame and delicate paws make her appear far more delicate and frail than she actually is. Stormy is a kind and sweet she-cat, very caring and a natural mother. She is hospitable to all friendly cats who come to her, as much as she can be. Still, she has not always been that way; she grew up on the streets of twolegplace, fighting for every meal. She is a vicious fighter, something the used to put to good use, and she has killed plenty of cats, both to survive and simply because she could. When she found out she was expecting kits, though, she decided to leave that life and found her way out of twolegplace, and is searching for a good place to raise her kits in the wilderness. She is expecting kits; her brother- though they do not know each other- is Crow. | Descended from Snowstar of WindClan. | 19 moons. | di-stri
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 23, 2016 15:54:32 GMT -5
JOINING FORM Name: Dante Gender: Tom Age: 17 moons Ancestor: Rippleheart Appearance: Dante is a dark grey tom with sleek fur that is ideal for swimming. He has darker "points" on his body- he has darker ears, paws, and tail tip, along with a "mask" over his face. He has muscled legs from the time he spends swimming, and prefers to keep his fur neat and tidy. He was once a kittypet- up until he was about 6 moons old- and so he still has the want to look nice. He has wide amber eyes that give him a rather innocent look. Personality: A little wary of strangers, the tom is friendly enough, if he considers you worth his time. Harsh, yes, but its the only way this former kittypet has made it in the wilderness. The tom is a romanticist, and an optimist, always looking for the best scenario. He is incredibly loyal once he gets to know someone, and is actually a real softy, despite his attempts to look like he could care less as to what could happen. Mate: N/A Kits: N/A Kin: N/A but available! I would love for him to have either littermates or younger siblings  Other: N/A (I'll post a couple a others later on ) |
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 23, 2016 18:29:25 GMT -5
[Hey sorry I vanished. I'll add.]
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 23, 2016 23:10:29 GMT -5
(sure. Again, sorry for my disappearance)
Crow's dreams, as they had been for days, were troubled. The moor around him was dark, and the sounds of coughing and wheezing cats could be heard in the shadows. He paced along a crest of boulders, gazing down into the hollow in the land below. He couldn't sleep. He felt a profound sense of urgency, and fear, but something inside him knew there was nothing that he could do.
As dreams tend to do, the scene shifted. He sat in the same hollow, though it was now day, and other cats were visible around him. They spoke among each other, though of what he could never remember when he woke. All he could remember was the sadness in their eyes as they seemed to come to some kind of decision. And as he had the nights before, he bowed his head as he stood and walked away.
The dream ended as Crow awoke, yawning as he blinked open his oddly-colored eyes. The warm, familiar milk-scents of the barn and its cows chased away the earthy scent of the moor, and he shook his head as he pushed himself into a sitting position, letting out another yawn.
Crow was a barn cat, or so he had been called by other loners he had met. Which, he reasoned, made sense: he did live in a barn. Less accurately, though, he had been called a kittypet, which he opposed with claws unsheathed if necessary. He would never let the filthy twolegs near him, even if they did come to feed and milk his beloved cattle. But the cows he stayed near; they depended on him to keep the mice out of the barn, to keep their food and bedding safe. Yes, he was a barn cat, but never a kittypet.
The white tom shifted in his nest, which he had built in the rafters of the barn out of hay and feathers and soft twoleg cloth he had found abandoned around the ranch. The spot kept him well-hidden from the prying eyes of the twolegs, but still offered a good view of the barn below, as well as the area just outside, which he could see pieces of through the gap between the top of the wall and the tin roof above. Below him, some of the cows moved around in the barn; they had not all dispersed into the pasture after their morning feeding. There was still some feed left in the troughs along one wall of the barn, and the inviting scents of mice reached him even from his height. They would appear soon to feast on what was left, which meant that Crow, too, would feast.
The cat quickly smoothed his long fur before slipping out of his nest and padding carefully along one of the narrow rafter beams to where hay was stacked along the wall, next to the feed troughs. He stopped above them, crouching for a moment before leaping down onto the soft bales. From there, he climbed down to a spot where he was partially hidden among them, but in such a position where he could easily spring out on any mouse that climbed into the trough. And he waited.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 23, 2016 23:48:25 GMT -5
(Thats okay!)
Sickness was everywhere.The sounds of cats crying, kits asking where their mamas where, and, eventually, the last rattling breath that the young tom became all too familiar with. He couldn't see anything, only feel the jostling of cats around him, and a thick, fishy smell that faintly reminded him of his mother. He could hear every sound, but couldn't make out the voices, as if they where muffled out by some strange substance. He could sense the pain, fear, and, oddly enough... Urgency? As if he needed to go and do something. Great stars on high, he needed to do it. Or by his whiskers he'd.... Dante suddenly woke up, his head shooting up rather violently, dark fur bristling in fear.
Just a dream... Just... A ... Dream... Dante told himself, forcing his fur back down as he looked out from the tiny den he had constructed near a creek. It was really just a small alcove made by two smoothed out boulders attached to the bank of the creek. Sighing to himself, he shook out his fur, his heart slowing down as he allowed the weak light to filter in. The tom leaped onto a smooth stone, and then to another, and another, quickly making his way across the creek and scrambling up the bank, soil falling off from where his back paws landed. Perhaps, I could catch a mouse today, He mused, trying to keep his mind off of the continuous dream he had been dreaming for the past moon. He studied his surroundings, before deciding to hunt near that barn the two-legs had constructed. Typically the young loner avoided it- he didn't need any trouble with those ugly, hairless beings, but the tom had some want to get out of his small area he called his territory.
The dark grey tom stretched out his legs once more, before padding quitely to the strange den that other loners called a "barn." It took him awhile to get to it, the sun had definitely changed its position in the sky, but when he finally made it there he could smell the mice from within already. Letting out a soft purr, the loner slipped in, looking for the tell tale signs of a mouse that he could catch and it.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 0:01:54 GMT -5
Crow didn't have to wait for very long before a mouse appeared, climbing up one of the legs of the trough to carefully sniff at the cattle feed. The white tom waited patiently as it clambered up onto the edge before sliding down into the metal basin, digging through the grains until it found one that was satisfactory. Still, though, Crow didn't attack. More would come soon.
Suddenly, the scent of cat washed over him, and it seemed the mouse smelled it too, for it dropped its seed and made to scramble out of the trough. For a moment, Crow was startled by the change- it had been moons since another cat had laid paw in the barn. He recovered quickly, though, leaping forward to bat the mouse back into the basin as its tiny claws slid on the metal, hindering its escape. He dispatched it quickly, then raised his head with a surly expression, flicking his tail in annoyance as his gaze swept the barn for a sign of the intruder to his lair.
His eyes fell on a tomcat, around the same age as Crow, with fur so sleek that Crow couldn't tell if he was a kittypet or not. Crow's position had been slightly hidden from him by the hay, as well as the edge of the trough, and he had moved fairly silently- enough that he wasn't sure if the other cat had spotted him or not, and so he leaned up to place his front paws on the edge of the basin, peering over the side at the other cat.
"Hey!" he called out, trying to sound authoritative. "What do you think you're doing here?"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 24, 2016 0:14:25 GMT -5
Dante stiffened, fur bristling as he heard a voice calling out to him. He glanced around, almost guiltily, until his eyes landed on the pure white tom cat- or at least from what he could see it was a pure white tom cat.
"I'm just doin' some hunting." He responded simply, trying to push away the annoyance he felt towards himself. How could he have not scented another cat here? Knowing when a possible enemy was around was his key to survival. Perhaps staying in his den next to the creek for so long has made him soft. Other cats won't go near his den- not wanting to go through the trouble of going through the water, and not seeing the stepping stones that made it so easy to cross. Of course, he would be polite to the other loners when he came a crossed them, but he was usually better than this. The tom kept his energy at his paws, ready to get into a fight if need be. He knew how protective other loners got over their own territroy- he'd gotten quite a few scars from accidentally running into someone elses territory. Dante wasn't the best at paying attention to scent lines, or scent in general. His nose was never the best, so he primarily depended on his sight for hunting and for perceiving danger.
The dark tom slid back, taking advantage of the darker shadows near the walls, hoping that it would make him a harder target. Just in case. He wasn't going to take any chances, not this time. He attempted to size the other tom up, but couldn't get a good view of him. What a shame. He would have been more prepared if this cat wasn't simply peering over the basin.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 0:23:29 GMT -5
Crow narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Not in my barn," he growled, sounding more annoyed than threatening. "Now, if you'd asked first then maybe, but I'm not partial to others just barging in. Just 'cuz there's mice here doesn't mean it's not rude." His tone made it sound as though this were a frequent annoyance, though in truth it only had happened a couple times. Didn't make it any less annoying on any of those occasions, though.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 0:39:10 GMT -5
Crow snorted, not impressed by the other tom's attempt at insult. "Maybe if you bothered to use those no-doubt fine senses of yours you would. And don't let Cloudy trample you on the way out; she don't like strangers," he added as a false warning. There was an older cow around the farm with a bad temper- who Crow called Cloudy- though he had yet to see her actually kill anything. She'd snort and charge like heck, though- scared any foxes that dared to come into the pasture right off. For the sake of his own amusement, Crow hoped she happened to be around. Crow wasn't lying when he said she didn't like any creature she didn't know; it had taken him several moons before she started to accept his presence.
Crow watched the tom leave, then returned to his mouse, picking up its limp form and jumping out of the feed trough before retreating to the top of the hay bales to eat.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 24, 2016 0:45:48 GMT -5
He shot a glare at him, muttering something about how he hoped the tom would fall into a ditch of rats, tale lashing in frustration. The tom exited the barn, but not before letting out a cry of surprise when he stepped out just to see a two leg. Letting out a hiss, the tom turned and fled back into the barn, scrambling over a barrel of hay, and hid behind it, fur bristling. He really, really hated two legs. He didn't even car if the white tom was still in the barn, he wanted to hide from the furless thing that was seemingly cooing for him, trying to get him out in the open. He wasn't that fish-brained, though. He knew what would happen if he let the two leg catch him. He glared at the white tom, as if daring him to say something.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 0:57:52 GMT -5
Crow watched from the top of the hay bale, twitching his whiskers in amusement. "Here, kitty kitty," he mocked, half to make fun of the twoleg and half to annoy the intruding tom. He couldn't understand most of what twolegs said, but he had picked up some things over the past moons, and that was one of them; it was something that had been said to him nearly every time he was seen for the first while he was there. At this point, he and the twolegs were familiar enough with each other that neither were surprised by the other, and the twolegs had given up trying to get him to come near. Apparently this was not the case with the newcomer.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 1:20:04 GMT -5
Name: Aisling
Gender: Female
Age: 14 Moons Old
Ancestor: Blossomfur
Appearance: This young she-cat is rather pretty. She is golden and white, and has gentle hazel-amber eyes. She is quite small, and has a very lithe, dainty frame, allowing her to be quite graceful and fast. She has rather long whiskers.
Personality: It's no wonder that Aisling was decended from a medicine cat. She is very sweet and gentle, and has a knack for healing. If some cat is hurt, she will heal them. She cares deeply for others, almost too deeply, to the point that she wouldn't want a cat she cares about to do anything that is mildly dangerous. She is very naive, and could easily become prey to the crueller cats in the world. She is quite meek, and blushes often, easily and hard, especially when a cat compliments her or flirts with her. She also has a sort of innocence to her, so she may not even realise the darkness of her world. Despite her flaws, she's a gentle and sweet-spirited cat who cares deeply for those she loves - or anyone, for that matter.
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin: N/A
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 1:20:13 GMT -5
Crow shifted back as the other tom climbed into the rafters (or so I assume, since that's pretty much where Crow is at the moment for Dante to have run into him lol), watching him with amusement.
"I find it amusing that you came to a barn with- apparently- no idea that there just might be twolegs," he replied, twitching his whiskers. "After all, it seems as though you're quite fearful of them." He glanced down at where the human was watching them, a look of disappointment on his face that the stray had run away, but after a moment he shrugged and went about his business in the barn, ignoring the two cats.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 1:21:34 GMT -5
(adding)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 1:38:14 GMT -5
Crow snorted. "Actions speak louder than words, my dude." He gulped down the last of his mouse, then sat and stretched, arching his back luxuriously. "In any case, you can pretty much just give these ones a sour look and they'll leave you alone. If you let them close, great, but otherwise you're just helping them keep away the mice, so they're fine with it either way. If you're feeling especially annoyed, a good hiss will make them back off nice n' quick." He watched the unfamiliar tom as he settled back onto his haunches, an amused glint in his eye as he watched him struggle to balance on the rafter that Crow had learned to traverse so easily.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 5:15:44 GMT -5
[ i was thinking, maybe there is a love triangle where both crow and dante fall for aisling ?? ] |
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 24, 2016 6:27:51 GMT -5
Name: Blossom
Gender: She-cat
Age: 15 moons
Ancestor: Rabbitpaw
Appearance: Blossom is a lithe she-cat with bright green eyes. Her white pelt is adorned with ginger patches and her legs are fairly long. Her whiskers are long, and her stomach is white. Her paws and tail-tip are also white.
Personality: It is obvious that she was descended from a medicine cat. Blossom is able to heal others and their wounds with what seems like a flick of her tail. However, she is very emotional, breaking down at random moments when there is absolutely no need. She refuses to raise a claw in anything, and although she keeps quiet most of the time, she is fully capable of voicing her opinions. She is quite the speedy cat, able to beat almost anyone in races. She falls for cats easily, and can be considered flirtacious at times.
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin: N/A
Other: N/A
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 24, 2016 7:00:30 GMT -5
(And, if I'm accepted, do you mind if I claim the names Sorrel, Briar, and Bracken? I want to wait until making those guys, but I do want to have charries with those names eventually.))
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 12:00:19 GMT -5
(Yep, Blossom is accepted and I'll make a note of reserving the characters Sorrel, Briar, and Bracken. To reserve, I'll list them under the allegiances but instead of a description just put TBA.
And winterlynx: I might go for that, except Crow is gay lol. Sorry. I'm sure more toms will join that will be interested though. I may make some more charries at some point soon.)
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 24, 2016 12:05:24 GMT -5
And question: Are two cats allowed to be descended from the same cat?))
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 24, 2016 12:09:20 GMT -5
(Yes, of course. That would have to make them cousins or second (?) cousins if not littermates, but yes. Not all of the cats listed will end up with descendants, but some may end up with multiple. In general, I would say try to cover as many different ones as you can, but if you want your cats to be related or have a particular ancestor for a particular reason, it's fine to double or even triple up.)
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Post by ｒｏｓｅ on Sept 24, 2016 12:46:18 GMT -5
Thanks! Because Blossom (surprise, surprise) was going to be descended from Blossomfur. But because I wasn't sure about the rule, I made her with Rabbitpaw in the spot where I was supposed to put her ancestor.))
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