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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:33:29 GMT -5
[ ★ ] Post Ⅰ || Table of Contents, Welcome
[ ★ ] Post Ⅱ || History
[ ★ ] Post Ⅲ || About: Characteristics, Traditions
[ ★ ] Post Ⅳ || Territory
[ ★ ] Post Ⅴ || Rules
[ ★ ] Post Ⅵ || Members, News, Plots, Achievements
[ ★ ] Post Ⅶ || Kin and Loyalty
[ ★ ] Post Ⅷ || Allegiances: Leaders, Deputies, Medicine Cats
[ ★ ] Post Ⅸ || Allegiances: Senior Warriors, Warriors
[ ★ ] Post Ⅹ || Allegiances: Senior Apprentices, Apprentices
[ ★ ] Post Ⅺ || Allegiances: Queens & Kits, Elders, Outsiders
[ ★ ] Post Ⅻ || The Dead
[ ★ ] Post ⅫⅠ || Credit
[ ★ ] Post ⅩⅣ || Save
[ ★ ] Post ⅩⅤ || Save
[ ★ ] Post ⅩⅥ || Save
Welcome, my friends. It's been a long journey, for you, hasn't it?
My name is Redstar and I am the current Leader of CalderaClan. I wonder, did you come from the west, from the sea route and the twolegplace? If so, welcome you. I wonder, did you come from the east, from the rolling fields and forest beyond our borders? If so, I welcome you. I wonder, did you come from the south, from that treacherous and dark rats nest across the fissure? If so, I ask one born of water, why they seek the children of fire? Have you realized the glory of sunlight, the warmth from the dappled leaves above? Have you a longing for the vibrancy of fire that you leave your waterlogged moss behind? If so, I too welcome you. And if, perhaps you are born in our own nursery, at a fortuitous noon. Perhaps you are curled up against the warm rocks whose heartbeat thrums in time with the heart of the caldera itself. If so then I wholeheartedly welcome you. I welcome you to a world of danger, of despair. A world of ash that may clog up your lungs or sink your paws into burning earth. A world of molten rock so hot it will sear the fur off your flesh. However, I also welcome you to a world of happiness, of loyalty, of passion and infinite possibilities. I welcome you to play amongst your littermates, to learn from your parents and your mentor, to understand our laws and traditions with the intensity that only one of fire can do. I welcome you to bring pride and honor to your family, to branch beyond your bloodline and create a line of loyalty that follows your pawsteps. I welcome you to recall that fire is dangerous enough, but with the pressure of water upon it, it becomes explosive, and dangerous. An earth eruption is slow, shallow and steady and has no water to invite a fire-cloud of devastation. But, when the caldera is impressed with water, the pressure gives into deep, jagged quakes that spout death. This is both literal and a metaphor, and as I welcome you to live in the shadow of the Spirit of Fire I also welcome you to feel our wrath. We are fire, and such when we erupt, pray it is a steady, predictable eruption of earth not that caused by water. So join us, and be. |
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:33:50 GMT -5
In the Ancient Days, in the time when our ancestors walked not the sodden earth of the Bayou or the crisp grasses of the Caldera but the cobblestone paths of the town by the sea, there was a pull. A pull for some, that lead to the warm, berry bright woods of the mountain that loomed in the distance, where to live is to be fire itself. For others, it lead to the dark, mysterious bayou, where one finds strength and spirit in water. Our ancestors felt this pull, but only a few ventured out into the wilderness. Then more joined and soon, there was a hearty population living in the wild.
At first, they tried to coexist as one, living on the edge of both worlds. A roughly built camp was dug into the land between fire and water, a large maple tree as the marker. But it could not last, for those of fire and air felt their hearts darkening and twisting in the shadows of the bayou while those of earth and water found unbearable uncertainty in the caldera's shadow. But still, they fought their spirits in an attempt to stay together. Fights broke out between the two factions and it was almost certain that blood would be needlessly shed until one day, the earth rumbled and the sky went alight with fire and smoke from the mountain above. The distinctive maple tree moaned as the wind picked up and the scent of rain filled the air, though no rain was yet falling.
The invisible line between the groups was said to have cracked open like a gaping wound, bleeding red molten rock deep below, separating the two factions with a physical divide they dare not cross. Then a tremble in the earth, a rumble that made pebbles jump high and the maple sway treacherously. The groups scrambled backwards, away from the wound in the earth, not only because of the rumbling but because of the distinctive crack that filled the air. The maple tree, which stood so confidently was falling. The cats watched in horror and awe as the tree crashed over the gorge, as if to be a bridge. In the moments that followed, the reasoning for the rumbling became apparent. The river, which was diverted due to the earth quaking and shifting, washed into the gorge. The sizzling sound of rapidly cooling stone filled the air as the river ran over it's new path. The Clans were separated once and for all.
Now, I do not know what those rat eaters in BayouClan tell of our ancestors, but we tell the One True History, following our most revered leader Spark and the creation of our Clan. It was he, and his partner in all things Ember, that led us into the stones that would become our home, that showed us the warmth that could be found in the land on fire. While the cats of the swamp crunched crickets and slugs in their sopping home, we cultivated berries. Plucking berries and burying them in strategic places to grow patches closer to camp.
We worked brambles into the crevices of stone, creating impenetrable barriers around camp. Our histories tell of Spark and his way with the fire in the mountain. He could but whisper into the caldera's heart and the rage of the demon beneath our paws would still and cease to be but quiet breaths of steam. Ember herself was formidable, she taught us how to use the ash to our advantage, to use the pumice covered earth to disguise our scents.
Together they taught us how to read the mountain for signs of impending eruptions, how to feel the earth with not just your paws but with your whole being. History tells of their children, of kittens touched by the fire of the very mountain so that their pelts shone a violent ginger. Kits who could feel the mountain from the moment of birth. Our cousins in the south are uncultured pheasants who could no more read the sky as they could read the twoleg tracks in the dirt. Water is push and pull, someone on the inside gets everything while the others on the outside get nothing. The debts do not balance out, they and theirs are who deserve to win. A win for one is a win for them all, never mind individual merits. What a disgrace. We of Fire know better, we know that a child does not rest under their parents skies. Birth plays a part of who they might be if only so much as who their earliest teachers are.
We fight, we do not let up until the enemy is beaten completely into submission or someone is dead. Spark and Ember were the first but certainly not the last to be laid to rest in the Heart of the Mountain, and we carry that tradition on. One is buried as close to the Caldera center as possible, preferably within a vent that leads directly to the core. That may be seen as barbaric but we are children of Fire, our ghosts need to burn to be at rest. A ghost at rest is less likely to turn on the living, and the living less likely to feel the midnight sun madness. It is said that the Wound in the Earth, otherwise known as the Gorge, was put there by an angry ancestor spirit who was disrespected in death. The cool river flowed over it to sooth the rage of the spirit, and a hint at our clans' former unity. That time is gone now, and never will again. |
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:35:00 GMT -5
Characteristics and Traditions Fire made flesh–– consider those words the unspoken thread that binds the whole of the mountain’s inhabitants together. You see a monster, occasionally rumbling in its slumber to remind the mortal of its destructive powers. We see a heart, beating like any other. The mountain is a spirit not to be conquered but instead to be understood. It breathes, as we do and from its breath springs a bounty unlike anything you’ve ever seen. To have inner fire is to have the will to do what is necessary. Inner fire is Will, it is Determination, it is I Will Fight.
Where you feel tremors in the earth and fear that a pyroclastic flow is moments away from being ejected from the volcanic core– we feel a gentle nudge, a reminder that there will be more Twolegs crawling over the caldera within days. The trees are not thick, not overbearing like the unfortunate dwellings of the swamp, instead light is everywhere. Home is light, warmth… passion. Fire is found in all things, from the delicious berries gleaming ripe and ready from their bushes, to the smooth water that flows clean and clear against limestone banks. Yes, that’s right, even in water one can feel the heat of the volcano’s heart. It tastes nothing like ash, as rumored by outsiders. The limestone purifies it, much like how fire cleanses the earth and it is in that connection where we look to all things. Fire cleanses, otherwise known as Rule Number One. In order for new growth to begin, something must be purged– whether it be the low, dry grasslands creeping up the stones at high noon, or the anger burning in one's heart. Vengeance is lawful, as long as it is acknowledged by the Leader. Fire does not stop fighting until it is down and it stays down, and we, like the flame within the volcano itself, do not stop.
Rule number two is the most emphasized one. Do not turn your back on the Caldera. This goes for both the actual mountain and the cats who live upon it. We are an excitable sort, and scuffles are ways to clear the air and the heart. Kits are taught to speak their minds, keep their hearts open– for a vent that is kept sealed will only build the pressure within until one day, the rage will unleash its great and terrible powers upon those who live in its shadow. This is both a metaphor and a literal warning. Though our temperaments range from the unrelenting rage of a cloud reaching Water eruption to the smooth– almost cold– Earth eruption, we all know the Way of Fire. We fight and we burn until there is nothing left and the ashes of what once was settle onto the cooling obsidian. We are not a subtle Clan, although we do know the meaning of patience. One must be patient to live on a volcano, after all. One must know what the signs mean, which are signs of an impending eruption and which are just signals from the grumpy Spirit within the Caldera. When you fight fire, you do not expect it to sit still and so you should not expect us to do so.
Our honor is paramount, we do not do well with trickery– to question one’s honor is to question one’s existence, one’s inner flame. Low War is not entirely unshameful, but it is looked down upon. It means you are not strong enough to face your enemies and that, for CalderaClan, can be considered abhorrent. High War, where you fight honestly, and with all cards laid out on the table. No dirty tricks. Just you, your enemy, and the claws that the Spirits gave you. That is rule three. Fire is Life, Loyalty, and Kin. To break a loyalty is to risk one’s very life. To break loyalty is to say, I will not defend you when you are grounded, not shelter you when the thunderstorms of spring arrive– my claws can turn on you now. If the matter is grave enough, a disagreement may result in a Fight of Fire. A Fight of Fire is an official, public, complaint against an individual’s conduct. A public event, a fight between two individuals that only ends in complete submission or death. The winner also wins the feud and the matter is settled– forever. The molten rock that is the feud has hardened and cooled by the fight’s conclusion. In order to prevent such fights, and whatever consequences rise up from them, you must Listen.
You listen not only to the words said, but to the actions presented. Your words are wind, always shifting, but your root must be firm, like the mountain. Mountainous we are. Muscular legs and chest muscles from climbing and jumping, we are strong but agile. Games are common– mentors often group apprentices together to run them through obstacle courses, ensuring that they use their energies productively. Games, appearing violent to outsiders, ensure that the students understand what the consequences of a real catastrophe would be. Games that prepare us for what will come. As for our pelts, we are much like the earth around us. Many are tabbies of varying shades of brown and grey like the rocks, gingers and golds for our tall grasses and even dappled or solid white for the bark on our aspen trees. Tortoiseshells and calicos are occasional and often find themselves the best equipped for the territory. Black cats are most uncommon, for they stick out in a landscape of mainly bright colors. Our fur is thick and primarily short although we do have the longer furred variety– they are not as commonly found. Short to medium fur is best for our environment, really. Summers are sweltering and the caves in which we dwell are warm from the volcano’s underbelly despite the seasonal dusting of snow.
We are laced with tradition– for instance, when a queen is pregnant, tradition states she must make the climb to the Caldera and find the names of her babes in the swirling clouds within. In CalderaClan, queens are expected to carry out most of their duties well into their pregnancy, for to give them up early is pointless and a sign of weakness. Our kits are born and raised knowing the general signs of Volcanic activity. We feel the earth move, even a whisper and we send a scout up to the caldera, with a healer depending on the severity of the ground murmur. The healer will often attempt a reading of the path up to the caldera, looking for signs of earth bulges where the ground is raised and heated more than normal. Sometimes fissures open as an alternative way for the pressure to escape and every cat knows what signs to look for but only the healer is taught which sign means what type of activity might be going on under ground. Our healers, our medicine cats, are sacred. They are not callously picked but instead are predicted. A medicine cat will receive a vision prior to the kit's birth and though it is not an exact science, the kitten's aptitude for memorization and their sensitivity to the mountain makes it clear what path they are meant for. Healers are forbidden to take mates and kits, simply because their first responsibility is to care for the Clan and the Caldera. If something goes wrong, and spirits are involved, you do not send in warriors, you send in a medicine cat. But in that vein, all warriors are taught basic field medicine. Medicine cats are too precious to send in after every battle so every cat is generally taught how to quickly bandage wounds and the best way to carry the injured, or when not to carry them.
A warrior will usually get their first apprentice only after they have been blooded. Or, rather, after they've been in a proper battle. If they are lucky, they have been blooded as apprentices but CalderaClan makes a point to not involve anyone under eleven moons in actual battles if they can help it. Our most honored heroes were often those who could win a battle before it got to the field, ones who could devastate the enemy with words only. The best warriors keep their claws sheathed. But, we will not hesitate to fight, and win. Death is an unfortunate part of life but if there is no other alternative, then it is acceptable. As long as you live, that is the important part and something that is crucial in our values. We are Fire, we kick the rocks, curse our troubles, and keep walking. We do not stay down, not even if Death is whispering in our ears and tugging at our tails. We fight and we burn. We are CalderaClan and we are Fire made Flesh. Watch how brightly we burn. Our apprentices train in all types of weather, though in the beginning they start at sun high on clear days in the Dust Bowl, to ensure their safety. As they advance in their training, apprentices will be taught to sneak past twolegs, how to steal food from them, how to read the sky for storms, and most importantly, how to quickly evacuate the camp and the best routes to take to avoid being a casualty of pyroclastic flows.
As a rule an apprentice will make the journey up to the caldera at least twice in their apprenticeship. Once at the beginning of apprenticeship with their mentor, agemates and their agemates' mentors and another time at the end of their apprentice ship, with just their agemates and the Clan medicine cat. The intent is so the youth can peer into the caldera and see visions of their path ahead, what road they're on now, though the visions will not show what the ending will look like, it will give the youth an opportunity to reflect. To reflect on their own goals and what they are willing to do. We call this tradition the Warriors Walk, for at the end of the warrior apprenticeship, the youths will make the walk alone with only the medicine cat to watch over them. Once they reach the caldera, the healer will give a speech on the growth and improvement in the apprentices skills and personalities. There is no set speech, it's up to each individual healer to make it memorable. Then the healer will have the apprentices look into the smoke of the caldera, to receive their warrior names from the Spirit of Fire itself. Once the apprentices have received their names, the medicine cat will smear ash on each new warrior's foreheads and then they will make the trip back as full members of the Clan. Upon returning to camp, the medicine cat introduces the new warriors in a naming ceremony. "We welcome ___ as a full member of CalderaClan" is the usual format, but there is room to change it up a bit. Again, it is to the medicine cat's discretion.
Medicine cat apprentices don't have as much pomp and circumstance. Their training never ends, not really. At twelve moons they will find their healer name in the Caldera in a separate ceremony from the warrior apprentices. Instead of their mentor going with them, it is the leader. The leader divulges what it means to work as a medicine cat from an relatively normal clanmate's point of view. Then the medicine apprentice will go down into the caldera, alone, and be surrounded with brief visions. Some of the past, some of the present, and some of the future. It may be nonsense, it may be crystal clear, but the visions are always up for interpretation. The medicine cat apprentice will learn their name at some point during these visions and once the visions end, they return to the leader's side and introduce themselves as a fully realized healer. Then the pair make the journey down the mountain and back to camp where the leader will reintroduce the new medicine cat as a full member of the clan.
If a litter is lucky, they will be born at high noon, when the sun peaks in the sky and the warmth of it's rays bring to the unborn into the world. Our best fighters are commonly said to be born at noon– while our weakest and most pitiful or our darkest dragons were born when only the faint light of the moon shines on the camp, the cold depth of Water's Master lapping at their hearts like a cold breath across the nape of their necks. The Moon is the Sun's sister, true, and most forget that while they fight, they do love each other. Or so the story goes. For some, she has a stronger pull and they are compelled to leave the Caldera for the darkness of the Bayou, and some from the dreaded swamps crawl into the Sun's light because he warmed their spirit. It is rare but not unheard of for this to happen. Shameful, yes, but not something to throw yourself into the gorge over. Fire is life, no matter where you end up, you are still born to fire. And even within water there is the smallest kernel of lightening.
Within the Clan there are bloodlines, family. Kin. Skills and builds tend to run in families, if only by coincidence at first then trained into the youth from an early age. It started with Spark, who trained his own fire-touched children to understand the needs of the Clan. To put loyalty to Clan, to territory, to their people first. Everything else is secondary. If anything, bloodlines only hint at what is to come, barring trauma and some birth problems. An individuals accomplishments make him or her attractive to certain families or potential suitors, depending on the accomplishments themselves. Spark pursued Ember because she was the most ruthless fighter he'd ever seen and he coveted that strength for his own kin. Children of Fire are selfish creatures and we want only the best for our blood, no matter the cost. Often our greatest heroes and darkest villains were from legendary families who became too greedy and did not branch out from their skills. They looked for only fighters, not thinkers, and got brutes that could destroy patrols in one battle. Only thinkers and no hunters, so they thought about the act but starved in the process. Or worse, they had kits for skill and not for love, and the darkest villains are products of that union. No love, no warmth, no heart. That is just a fire waiting to consume everything in its path.
However, in the past, and even now on occasion, parents will get together prior to their litters' birth and discuss possible matches. Not set in stone, the kits are free to decline their prospective mate but– it is heavily implied that the families would benefit from the match. Matched pairs often go through the nursery together, apprentice ship together and then when they are grown can decide once and for all if they fit together as mates. As a result, bloodlines are very important. You grow up knowing your cousins and aunts and uncles. You grow up knowing your potential match, and their siblings if that individual does not work out. Never set in stone, for CalderaClan is about choice above all. You choose where to burn, and where not to. Fire is drive but fire is fed by air, by freedom. Not even the sanctity of the bloodline will get in the way of that.
Of course, there are some bloodlines that are irresistible. Take the Blood of Leaders for example. In the ancient days, long after Spark but long before our time, there was a leader, her name long forgotten, who chose her son, Sunriver, to be her deputy. Now when it came time to turn the reins over, it turned out to be a good idea. Sunstar was an even better leader than his mother before him. The times that their bloodline was in power, the Clan thrived. But, when the bloodline broke from power, when a child rejected the position of leadership, and another from a different bloodline took hold, well. It is said that the mountain itself revolted. This is most definitely coincidence and exaggeration but time will tell if it holds truth. History tells that those of the Sunstar Bloodline are either great leaders or monsters, they raise the Clan up or bring us to ruin. Sunstar's line has never fallen into obscurity– their blood is fire, and as such, one of his line has always managed to get back into power, for good or for evil. Currently, Redstar of the Sunstar line is leader, and he has two daughters to replace him after he leaves his post, should they want it. That is just an example of the strength of a bloodline's reputation, but ultimately the most important skills are learned in training. Training is what makes someone go from mediocre to great. One may be influenced at an early age to follow in their family's pawsteps, but their warrior training builds the skills applicable to the individual. Eventually they can choose to specialize in one particular thing, like tracking or tactics, sneaking or brawling, should they wish. Or they might wish to train further in the skills they learned from their parents. |
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:35:35 GMT -5
The Caldera and the Valley The volcano looms above the world like a solemn sentinel, a symbol of both safety and danger. From a distance, the collapse of a large section of the cone and caldera wall appears to be that of someone scooping out a part of the earth, turning that section into a valley that leads down into a bayou. A remnant of a Peléan eruption of long ago, though historically the volcano erupted like a Pilnian eruption. A Mount Vesuvius eruption as opposed to Mount St. Helens. The slope of the valley is actually part of the Caldera itself, though the Clan refers to the enormous crater at the very top of the volcano as the caldera to make things less scary for kits. It's much easier to sleep at night when one thinks they just live on the volcano, not within it. Testaments to the volcano's fiery temper dot the landscape the caldera; scars of blackened lava, long-charred stumps, and tephric boulders. Amongst these also harbors the signs of its fertile generosity: quaking aspen and cottonwood line the rich soil of the foothills, spindly creepers crawling up their smooth trunks. Further up the slope, deciduous trees give way to rockier soil and white-bark pines. Though undergrowth grows sparser the farther up one travels, the ground is thick with bracken and ivies. Leaf loam provides a spongy forest floor. Huckleberry and strawberry grows on the edges of old lava, ripe with sweet berries that are favorites of kits, while wild irises bask in patches of sun. In green leaf or the Time of the Long Sun, one can collect such delightful treats easily and medicine cats often dry them to store as wintery incentives. In autumn, the air gets chilly and the leaves turn glorious shades of yellow, orange, red and brown. But that is not what is so eagerly awaited– raspberries finally ripen and are ready to eat during this time and the moon is a glorious shade of red orange, prompting the renaming of the season as Time of the Red Moon. It is said that during this time the visions in the Caldera are at it's most clear.
The volcanic mountainside is dotted with numerous caves formed by long-ago eruptions; some are no more that bubble chambers, while others form tunnels leading deep into the cold rock. Deposits of ignimbrite, put there by pyroclastic flows and surges in decades past, can be found everywhere in the valley. The beige rocks can be found in higher density the closest to the main crater. The main crater or what we in the Clan call the Caldera of the volcano sits miles above the territory. The path up to it an almost bare rocky walk with few bramble bushes to dot the way. Eventually the slope turns into jagged shelf cliffs, the relatively safe path up marked by ancient pawprints that seem to be imprinted into the rocks. Apprentices are expected to make the trip at least twice, especially during leaf-bare when twolegs are rare. Once at the beginning of apprenticeship with their mentor, agemates and their agemates' mentors and another time at the end of their apprentice ship, with just their agemates and the Clan medicine cat. The season of leafbare is otherwise known as The Long Night, for it's chill and the hidden sun. Believe it or not but snow does fall during this time, though lightly and no more than an inch or two all over the territory. Snow settles in three inches or more at the peak of the mountain, around the caldera but not within it for the steam within just melts it away. A slow river winds its way close to the western border, draining into the bayou below. Here the trees thin to more exposed terrain, the swaying tall grasses open to the sky. The southern border cuts a slash across the landscape in the form of a steep gorge; it stretches from east to west, becoming a rushing river during new-leaf storms. Crossing the gorge is a precarious venture at anytime-- both because of the dangerous drop and the enemies awaiting on the other side. But crossing it is a particularly dangerous adventure during a heat flash. As a result of these heat flashes and the storms that they bring, we call this season Time of the Storm Sky. Thunderstorms where lightening strikes viciously and without mercy happen often through out Time of the Storm Sky and sometimes into the Time of the Long Sun. Beware being in open during a thunderstorm, particularly up closer to the caldera where lightening strikes the most.
Fire Stone [ A large boulder in the north eastern quadrant of the territory. Named for when a fire so hot licked at the stone and left a permanent imprint on its surface ]
Stone Falls [ During a long ago eruption, molten rock, pumice and tephra was expunged from the caldera. Rolling over one of the ancient lava tube entrances, part of that mixture managed to solidify into what now appears to be a stone waterfall. Moderately close to the Eastern Border. Hotspot for Twolegs ]
The Caldera [ The eruption site. A large rock valley within the volcano where the air is a thick, hot mist and the earth is unnaturally warm at all times. Come here to see visions– of what is between you and the Spirit of the Mountain. Hotspot for Twolegs during daylight hours. ]
The River [ Beware during the Storm Time, for the storms of heated rain make this otherwise lackadaisical river swell and thunder over it's banks. ]
The Log Walk [ A Twoleg hiking trail. Only used during green leaf or The Long Summer. It's activity is unpredictable. ]
The Thunderpath [ A dusty, unpaved road where tour buses and other vehicles drive up to see the Caldera. Hotspot during The Long Summer. Be extremely careful ]
The Dust Bowl [ High up on the mountain is a cave, and within this cave one can find the softest sand, silt and ash. A perfect combination to train in, thus why it's worth the walk. ]
The Gorge [ A steep-walled ravine plunging to 50 feet at the lowest point, although it is only about 20 feet across. Makes up much of the southern border between the two clans and floods in the Long Night. An old maple fell haphazardly across it at one point, offering the only bridge across ]
Mulberry Ridge [ Towards the south east, there is a slope. A steep hill of sorts. At the top one can observe the southern edge of the territory into the bayou. Of course, you can't actually see what's going on, you can just see if there are figures at the gorge, which is usually enough. Covered in mulberry bushes for cover. ]
The Berry Patch [ West of camp there is a cat-made berry patch. Taking roots and seeds of berry bushes, the cats of the past planted these seeds into a clearing closer to camp for ease of collection. One of the most common chores of apprentices is to weed the berry bushes, to get rid of the dead plants. ]
The White Oak [ Singular white oak to the south west, standing tall and alone against the background of the dark bayou. A border marker beyond the gorge. ]
The Cottonwood [ A small collection of cottonwood and dogwood saplings to the north. Good for agility training. ]
Town [ A seaside twoleg place to the west, beyond the border. Typically forbidden for Clan cats, barring volcanic eruption or other evacuation requirements. Beware of rogues and dogs. ] One outsider has argued that living on the slope of a volcano is terrifying enough, why live underground, closer to it's fiery heart? Well, besides the general, mischievous answer that those of CalderaClan are actually born from the magma within the volcanic core and we recharge every night in the swealtering depths of the mountain– the cave system that forms our camp is actually just that. A collection of seven large boulders is our camp, formed by lava sinking into the loamy soil of the mountain side, creating "bubbles" of solid volcanic rock that appear to just be debris left from previous eruptions. Covered in brambles and thorny bushes, ivies and mosses, the outside observer would be right to think that these were just volcanic rocks made from a fiery time long ago. They would be right if they didn't take a closer look and examine the base of one of the largest of the boulders. Hidden by thick bramble bushes at the north east corner of the largest stone, is what appears to be a tunnel. Follow it and you'll enter into a large stone chamber. You'd expect darkness but instead the main chamber of the camp is oddly lit up. The sun shines in from the ceiling, the rock appearing more translucent due to the way in which the lava bubbles "popped" to let light through. On top of that there are a few crevices in the ceiling that allows light to pour through like a skylight. Some of these crevices have ledges that lead up to it, allowing sentries to be posted on top of the boulder to observe the landscape around. A marvelous coincidence. The walls are jagged shelves of obsidian, some outcroppings are large enough for multiple cats to rest on, and as mentioned previously, the ledges in the walls lead up to the sentry skylights. The tallest of these shelves is also the one that has the most room, and the most isolated, for it does not reach for a skylight nor does it have any other ledges near by except the ones you take to climb up to it. This ledge is also where the leader's nest resides, and where the leader addresses the Clan. Bramble was at some point dragged inside the camp and carried up to the shelf to create a den-like structure for privacy, and thus gives the ledge it's name: Bramble Ledge.
Back on the ground, there are six holes in the walls, each leading to a different den. The entrance most covered in bramble is the nursery. Not the largest den but not the smallest either. This den receives the most light outside of the main chamber and the floor is soft, sand and leaf loam from outside making it perfectly spongy for kits to romp around in. The next den to the right of the nursery is the apprentice den. The entrance is marked ivy that has some how grown inside of the camp. The light in this room is dim, enough to see in the day light but at night, well, thank goodness for good night vision. The den to the right of that and the most centered den is the medicine den and sick bay. The medicine den, much like the main chamber, has dozens of "shelves" in the walls, though these shelves are more like holes in stone, with the highest hole at eye level, perfect for storing herbs. The floor here is also covered in mossy substances, good for reteaching cats to walk after injury. At the very back of the den is a bramble and fern crevice, disguising a crack in the stone wall that can and has been used in emergencies. Due to the way the rock was fractured and the way the plants grew in, it's only mildly difficult to escape from and has argued to be impossible to reenter– but the unofficial motto of CalderaClan is "the difficult we do immediately, the impossible takes a bit longer" so it has been done, probably. On the back left wall of the medicine den is a relatively small archway covered in lichen. Through this archway is a small den, only slightly smaller than the medicine den itself. It is filled with roughly a dozen nests, for the sick and injured. Mostly those who in dire need of constant treatment. Moving on, to the right of the medicine den is the warriors den, the most simplistic of the dens with only an old bloodied paw print smeared above the entrance. Inside the largest den are just nests, many many nests, curling into a spiral. Youngest sleep on the outside, oldest on the inside. Then, the final den is the elders den, also simple, but with lichen covering the entrance. The floor on the inside to this den is silt, soft and malleable. Prey: [ ★ ] Water Voles || Small, round rodents that bears vague resemblance to a rat. Found primarily by the river and where our territory meets the swamp.
[ ★ ] Mice || Small rodents found just about all over the territory.
[ ★ ] Pheasants || Plump ground fowl with long tail feathers. They can fly short distances but are quick, so the hunter must be quicker.
[ ★ ] Rabbits || Uncommon rodents with long ears and powerful feet. The feet can be dangerous if the rabbit is not killed swiftly.
[ ★ ] Squirrels || Most often a dusky brown rodent with a large bushy tail found primarily in the most heavily forested parts of the territory.
[ ★ ] Warblers || Uncommon small, brown, incredibly vocal migratory birds. If they can be found anywhere, they can be found in the tree lines closet to the gorge.
[ ★ ] Turtle-doves || Plump dusky brown and tan birds with distinctive speckled tail feathers. Found in the most forested part of the territory.
[ ★ ] Thrushes || A plump, soft-plumaged, small to medium-sized bird, inhabiting wooded areas, and often feed on the ground.
[ ★ ] Kestrels || A small to medium sized bird of prey. Found closest to the Caldera. Dangerous to kits.
[ ★ ] Ravens || A medium to large black feathered bird. Incredibly intelligent, and can hold grudges. Beware.
[ ★ ] Quails || Plump ground birds with seemingly no tail feathers.
[ ★ ] Fish || Found on rare occasion in the river section closest to the Bayou. Not a primary food source. Predators: [ ★ ] Beech-marten || A small brown weasel, and not particularly dangerous to adult cats– but they will snatch an unwary kit or young apprentice. .
[ ★ ] Bobcats || Tales tell of a large cat with odd ears and no tail that will happily eat a Clan cat for supper. Do not engage. Rare but highly dangerous.
[ ★ ] Foxes || Dog-like orange beasts that are dangerous to kits, apprentice and lone adults. Best taken care of in groups..
[ ★ ] Sparrow-Hawks || A small to medium sized bird of prey, dangerous to kits.
[ ★ ] Hawks || A medium sized bird of prey. Dangerous to kits and young apprentices.
[ ★ ] Eagles || A medium to large bird of prey. Dangerous to everyone. Only engage in groups. Keep an eye on the open sky.
[ ★ ] Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake || Before you see it, you'll hear it's tail rattling. Brown and black with diamond patterns on it's spine. Highly venomous. Found very occasionally in the Long Summer in crevices around the Caldera.
[ ★ ] Coyotes || Small dog-like beasts that are generally dangerous to all cats, but particularly to kits, apprentices and lone adults. Travels in pairs or trios. Do not engage alone..
[ ★ ] Green whip snake || Thin brown-green snake. Venom is mild and can be dangerous if untreated.
[ ★ ] Black Bears || Incredibly rare. Never engage. Just run and warn the Clan if scented, do not attempt to track. |
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:36:14 GMT -5
Post Limit
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For members proven reliable in the past, more leniency is granted. Absence without prior explanation will result in a removal after two weeks of inactivity. They will be receive two tagged warnings: one at the end of the first week, and again at the end of the second. Should 24 hours pass after the second with no answer, they will be deleted.
Deleted members can rejoin if they choose to.
Remember Yourself
It's important to take the time and evaluate how your post might affect others in the roleplay. Are you spotlighting (hogging plot attention)? Are you controlling a character that does not belong to you? How realistic are your cats' actions, thoughts, or abilities?
Characters
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Reach Out
Don't sit in your own bubble inside the roleplay. Few things are more boring then members who create their own little world between their own characters, but ignore others. Reach out to other RPers and see if they'd be interested in creating a connection between your cats: siblings, mates, friendships, rivalries. It creates a more complex and compelling story.
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If you have an idea for a plot point, ask the administrator first before enabling it. It might contradict our intended outline, or we may love it and restructure our story around it!
Keep it Appropriate
It's alright if it strays a little into the PG-13 territory every now and then, but remain mindful that not every roleplayer enjoys graphic scenes. As such, in fight scenes, describe an appropriate amount of information to be clear without unnecessarily gory details. Sexual scenes are not allowed. Take care with sensitive subjects.
Side Note
No kit-stealing/styling or herb stealing please. If you want to have a battle, please private message the admins in a group message so we may talk about the possibility. |
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:36:24 GMT -5
Members, News, Plots, Achievements Featherwing[admin] Redstar, Aspenleaf, Thunderfall, Berrysnout, Marblefoot, Tumblecloud, Squirrelpaw, Lightpaw
Shadowstalker[admin] Icewillow, Ravenpaw, Slypaw, Patchedcloud, Echocavern
lemon ✩ Cinderflake, Ewecall, Dactiteyelp, Mattedpaw
talizorahvasnerd Downfall, Sorrelpaw
Redheart of RiverClan Pheasanttail, Seedspeck, Doveheart, Lionpaw, Tigerpaw
Blazeheart<3 Proudfalcon, Littlespark, Russetgrowl, Sandpaw
Sandpaper Furledbriar, Thrushwhistle, Rosepaw, Fawnpaw
Dragoness Rowanfang, Heatherfrost, Warblerwing, Lavapaw
xfogpathx Hawkjaw, Lightningclaw, Flickerpaw, Briarpaw
Amberwing Thornstripe
Swiftpaw slash Breezeflower
foxdance Honeyblossom, Stagleap
Member Characters go here. Volcanic Activity : Steady steam rising from the caldera, nothing unusual. Small, barely felt earthquakes occasionally rumble from the cone but nothing indicating an eruption is near. Weather Activity : Time of the Storm Sky. Twolegs are relatively inactive. Storm clouds spotted on horizon. Member Activity : If someone wants to have the medicine cat position, please PM me. Berrysnout would become the adult medicine cat apprentice, one who has graduated. Plot Activity : Casting positions in the Main Storyline will be offered to select members after one month of active rping in the Clans. You will be offered limited knowledge on the general story as well as an aim for the specific character need. For now, just focus on your own characters. The admins have constructed a detailed and exciting story for the clans to follow. It will incorporate both roleplays, at times intermingling while also having moments of independence from each other. For now, we won't divulge anything quite yet. We will wait for some members to settle in, then gradually reveal parts of the plot as we move along.
We structured these clans in such a way whereas the roleplayer is much like a reader of a book--there's a set tale and storyline to follow--except they have self-inserts. It's reading a novel from the perspective of your own character; you're truly a part of this story. As a result, however, we want to add some excitement and guessing to the roleplay by hiding key plot information from the other members. You'll find out some shocking plot twists at the same time as your characters. After all, it's more of an adventure if you don't always know what's going to happen next. [ ★ ] Off the Ground || Ten members in the clan
[ ★ ] Semi-Active || Reach 100 pages
[ ★ ] Taking Off || Twenty members in the clan
[ ★ ] Active Clan || Reach 250 pages
[ ★ ] Fledgling Fighters || Win three battles with a rival clan or rogues [0/3]
[ ★ ] Forbidden || At least one current, mutual forbidden love between two cats
[ ★ ] Swan Song || Say goodbye to five CalderaClan cats [0/5]
[ ★ ] Getting Crowded || Over fifty cats listed in the allegiances
[ ★ ] Are We There Yet? || Send at least three characters on journeys [0/3]
[ ★ ] Reputation || Over forty members in the clan
[ ★ ] No Longer Neophytes || Win ten battles with a rival clan or rogues [0/10]
[ ★ ] Good Behavior || Go eight months without facing deletion
[ ★ ] I Would Walk || Reach 500 pages
[ ★ ] Amateurs || Send a patrol out daily to one of the borders
[ ★ ] Death Crowd || Kill off fifteen CalderClan cats [0/15]
[ ★ ] Big Five-0 || Over fifty members in the clan
[ ★ ] Maturation || Promote ten apprentice to the rank of warrior [0/10]
[ ★ ] Battlescarred || Win twenty battles with a rival clan or rogues [0/20]
[ ★ ] Thriving || Reach 1000 Pages
[ ★ ] Responsibility || Send two patrols a day, one to each border
[ ★ ] Graduation || Promote twenty apprentice to the rank of warrior [0/20]
[ ★ ] Something Wicked || Plotting occurs--there's a traitor in the clan!
[ ★ ] Warmongering || Participate in fifty battles with a rival clan, rogues, or loners [0/50]
[ ★ ] Civil War || Infighting breaks out; bad blood runs twixt clanmates
[ ★ ] 9 Lives Gone || Kill off the clan leader
[ ★ ] Plague Spirit || Have eight cats sick at the same time
[ ★ ] Experience || Stick around for at least one year!
[ ★ ] Lots of Lovebirds || Twelve cats paired as mates [0/6]
[ ★ ] Butcher || Kill an enemy clan cat, whether on purpose or by accident
[ ★ ] Raiders of the Lost Clan || Invade enemy territory for battle or hunting ten times [0/10]
[ ★ ] Mischief Managed || Play five pranks on a rival clan [0/5]
[ ★ ] Slaughterhouse || Kill five enemy cats, whether on purpose or by accident [0/5]
[ ★ ] Too Much Sugar || Reach fifty pages in one day
[ ★ ] Grim Reaper || Kill off thirty CalderaClan cats [0/30]
[ ★ ] Black Snow || Survive 1 volcanic ash fall [0/1]
[ ★ ] Ashen Faces || Survive 1 or more pyroclastic flows [0/1]
[ ★ ] Valley of Death || Survive 1 or more volcanic pyroclastic surge [0/1]
[ ★ ] Bubble Bubble || Survive 1 "earth" volcanic eruption [0/1]
[ ★ ] Summer's Blessing || Survive 3 or more "earth" volcanic eruptions [0/3]
[ ★ ] Fire Sky || Survive 1 "water" volcanic eruption (Vulcanian/Peléan) [0/1]
[ ★ ] Evermore || Survive 1 "water" volcanic eruption (Plinian) [0/1]
[ ★ ] In the Summertime || Successfully climb to the Caldera without being seen by twolegs 4 times. [0/4]
[ ★ ] Breathe Deep || Get 5 or more cats to find their warrior names in the caldera [0/5]
[ ★ ] One Raindrop Raises the Sea || Get 10 cats to find their warrior names in the caldera [0/10]
[ ★ ] Eat to Live || Survive 1 food shortage/drought [0/1]
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:36:50 GMT -5
Kin means Clan. Family. The ones you turn to when the ground shakes and black snow falls from the sky, pouring from the cone like a river of ash. Kin are the ones who comfort you in the dark night, when nightmares of a bleeding sky and heat that burns fur off flesh awaken you with a scream in your throat. Kin are the ones who you owe your loyalty to first, though they do not always keep it. Your father, your mother, and littermates. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. Kin is Clan but Clan does not always mean Kin. Italicized means the cat is from another clan or is a rogue. Strikes represent cats who are dead. Plus signs ( + ) represent the two parents cats, and slashes ( \\ ) signify siblings. Stacked rows of characters indicate generations. The equivalent ( ~ ) indicates cousins, while the closed dot ( ● ) indicates aunts/uncles if there's no parents to show their relation, and the open dot ( ◦ ) indicates grandparents if there's no parents. Redstar + Lilyroot =
Lightpaw \\ Squirrelpaw
Marblefoot is the presumed mother of Lightpaw \\ Squirrelpaw Echocavern + Meadowdance =
Fallowkit
Patchedcloud \\ Meadowdance Aspenleaf \\ Ewecall Coldpaw \\ Ravenpaw \\ Slypaw Seedspeck \\ Doveheart
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Lionpaw \\ Tigerpaw Pikesplash + ? =
Russetgrowl \\ Proudfalcon
Pikesplash + Littleflinch =
Littlespark Rowanfang + Emberfoot =
Lavapaw
Emberfoot \\ Warblerwing \\ Heatherfrost Hawkjaw + Tallbramble =
Lightningclaw Briarpaw \\ Flickerpaw Breezeflower \\ Honeyblossom \\ Stagleap Loyalty is everything. Loyalty is knowing who stands with you in a fight for your life, and will keep the teeth from your neck when your back is turned. Loyalty is, in your youth, to your parents first and foremost. Then, others join the spectrum of loyalty at six moons. Mentor. Age Mates. Leader. Your mentor becomes your third parent, one who guides your pawsteps and ensures your relative safety. Your mentor trains you for your life ahead, teaching you things parents will never be able to teach. How to fight, how to win, how to kill. At twelve moons, your loyalty is owed first and foremost to the Clan Leader, and then to whom you choose. Most keep their loyalty to their kin, and their mentors remain close. Your loyalty is always yours to give. Mentors are signified by a bullet point ( ◘ ) between two cats. Mates, on the other hand, are represented by a heart symbol ( ❤ ). Crushes aren't quite the same as mates, since they're not canonically together, so they get a different symbol: an arrow ( ➸ ) as a reference to cupid. If two arrows point towards each other, that symbolizes a mutual crush. Rivalries or bad blood ( ✗ ) is not uncommon and two means it is mutual. Best friends and allies ( ✓ ) also get their own symbol, two meaning it's mutual. Thunderfall ◘ Slypaw
Aspenleaf ◘ Ravenpaw
Patchedcloud ◘ Lightpaw
Cinderflake ◘ Squirrelpaw
Icewillow ◘ Mattedpaw
Pheasanttail ◘ Sorrelpaw
Daciteyelp ◘ Lionpaw
Downfall ◘ Tigerpaw
Furledbriar ◘ Lavapaw
Russetgrowl ◘ Fawnpaw
Rowanfang ◘ Sandpaw
Berrysnout ◘ Briarpaw
Proudfalcon ◘ Flickerpaw
Lightningclaw ◘ Rosepaw
Patchedcloud ➸ Daciteyelp
Tumblecloud ➸ Daciteyelp
Patchedcloud ✗✗ Tumblecloud
Squirrepaw ✗ Redstar
Squirrelpaw ✓✓ Ravenpaw
Redstar ✓✓ Icewillow |
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:37:07 GMT -5
Redstar – 2 1/2 years. Male. Healthy. 7/9 Lives.
A rather bulky tom. Big barrel chested blonde-ginger tabby tom with a square jaw, large paws, and a thick bushy ginger tail. He has a rather serious stoic resting face, his expression while lost in thought is almost always a furrowed brow and slightly clenched jaw. Cobalt blue eyes. A little punk, his close friends call him. Loyal, snarky, stubborn, quick to anger, and a soft heart. Intelligent, a strategizer. Not that he does it much. Strategizing is for cats who wait. He doesn't, ever. He hoards guilt like a BayouClan cat hoards shells and avoids his children like the plague. Thunderfall – 5 Years. Tom. Healthy.
Large light grey male with dark grey paws and ears. Amber eyes. Scars covering his body, with one that stretches from the top corner of his right eye, across his muzzle and down his chin. Brutally honesty, cold, has a ruthless tendency to ensure that he wins. Not exactly the brightest bulb, he's not intelligent but he does have a head for strategy– not the long con though. He doesn't have much patience and he may have killed before. He lacks empathy not passion. Berrysnout – 6 Years. Female. Healthy.
A dusky tan-grey she-cat with thick but short fur and a round face. Light blue eyes are calm and settled, like new ice on a lake. Rounded ears that are always pricked for gossip. Oh how she loves it. She does, however, not spread the gossip she hears. Think of her as a well of knowledge, she simply listens. Sometimes even granting little wishes, like dropping hints to the tom you like, or telling your apprentice a scary story so they work harder to be done by nightfall. Also, if you have something that very few know about, chances are that Berrysnout somehow knows it too. She obviously doesn’t know everything, but she projects that she does. If confronted, Berrysnout will simply say “Well I never said I knew everything.” Generally exasperating. |
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:37:49 GMT -5
Aspenleaf – 7 years. Female. Healthy.
Sandy golden-ginger tabby female with pale yellow eyes, there is nothing particularly outstanding about her. Aspenleaf has a sturdy angora build, her legs built for leaping and climbing, with a long feathered tail for balance. If she'd been more of a ginger, she'd been named after a squirrel for sure. Spending plenty of time in the trees, she often laments that she wasn't born with wings. She often is found observing birds, to learn better hunting techniques, she says. To hunt one's prey, one must understand it entirely, or so she will recite to any apprentice she'll teach. Cinderflake – 6 1/2 years. Male. Feverish.
With a rounded face and a flat snout, Cinderflake has a figure that's similar to that of a Persian. His eyes are wide and always seeming angled downwards in an angry sneer, when in reality he's a fairly sweet cat. His fur is a light dusty-brown, his legs holding "socks" that are a soft cream color that accentuates his features. His eyes are round and wide, holding the color of yellow. He's never been an outgoing cat, but when it comes to his Clan, he'll protect it with her life. He always listens to the topic of conversation and hardly ever spread things, but when he does, look out! Echocavern – 6 years. Male. Healthy.
Vain would be one word to describe Echocavern. Two more would be loud and clumsy. The term "gentle giant" was made for this tom, who stands head and shoulders above most clanmates. His massive size can be quite frightening to the young, so Echocaven has learned to adapt his manner to be more inviting-- this includes often bending down to their level so that he no longer towers over them. A dark gray with jet-black stripes and a black tail-tip, with dark, brown eyes. He loves to spend time with kits, and makes an excellent mentor due to his patience. Hawkjaw – 6 years. Male. Healthy.
Hawkjaw is a long-bodied, barrel-chested tom with a long muzzle. His medium-length pelt is light brown and splotched with white. He has many scars but the most prominent are his shredded ear, a gnarled scar over his shoulders, and a large bite wound on his hind leg. He has warm amber eyes. Hawkjaw is a stern and responsible tom who follows the rules to the letter. He can be very prideful and has a black and white view of the world. He has a short fuse and it is constantly tested by his daughter. However, he is a loyal cat and cares deeply about his clan mates, especially the younger ones. Rowanfang – 5 years. Male. Healthy.
A broad-shouldered russet tabby with dark amber eyes. While every inch of him is covered with muscle, he does not look bulky in any way. His most prominent features are his long whiskers, scarred body and jet black stripes. Both his parents died in his youth, and later his mate Emberfoot. He is still not over the loss of her, and has dedicated his life to taking care of the people and clan she loved. Already as an apprentice, he was an exceptional fighter. As a result, he was pushed into the front line of battle time and again. He has seen as much bloodshed as an elder, and seems several years older than he truly is. All he wants is some peace and quiet and to find love again, allthough he'd never admit it. Blahblah – Age. Health Status.
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Quite close to the name of this delicate feline, Ewecall is a quite small and fluffy she-cat. Her fur is thick and puffy and quite short, colored a diluted color that's similar to that of the sun. Her ears are rounded at the tips instead of pointed, adding to her sheepish complexion. Ewecall has short legs, though they're long enough to be able to do her duties as a warrior. Her eyes are big, the shape of an almond and a burning orange. She's quite clumsy, always seeming to trip over her own paws and never really remembering which direction leads back to camp once out and about. She's quiet and generally keeps to herself, never knowing when to speak up or quiet down. Lightningclaw – 3 1/2 years. Female. Healthy.
Lightningclaw is a sleek, long-bodied she-cat with two thin, jagged scars the her right side of her face. She has a short light brown and white splotched coat. Her tail is entirely brown and has very faint tabby stripes. Her ears are unusually tall. She has a long muzzle and golden eyes. Lightningclaw is a wild she-cat, reckless and proud. She doesn't give respect out to any cat she feels doesn't deserve it, regardless of their position. She is fun-loving and adventurous and prone to wandering off, much to the annoyance of her father. She can be fickle at times but has a good heart. Proudfalcon – 3 1/2 years. Male. Healthy.
This tom can come off as intimidating with his broad shoulders and large frame. He has coyote brown fur with darker brown tabby markings and amber eyes. He is a crude tom, not the friendliest yet not the meanest you will meet. He can be friendly to extent; although, he prefers not to interact with most of his clanmates. He is a reserved and passive tom. He never goes out of his way to state his opinions, nor does he go out of his way to follow orders that he believes to be idiotic. One of the traits that make him a leader in his own right. Warblerwing – 3 1/2 years. Male. Healthy.
This spotted grey tabby can always be found with a cheery grin on his face. He's a an agile runner, and his body reflects that. Slender and lithe in build, yet still masculine. Devillish yellow eyes and a cute pink nose are the focal points of his face. Good looks run in the family, and Warblerwing is no exception. While he can come off as flirty, he is usually just trying to be nice. Basically bursting with energy, he's never still. If he's not out hunting or patroling, he's off telling stories to the kits or helping the medicine cat gather herbs or climbing trees for fun. Rest is not a word in his vocabulary. Russetgrowl – 3 1/2 years. Male. Healthy.
He is lean tom with mottled black, gray, and brown tabby fur. He has a white tuft on his chest and splash of white on his nose. He has olive green eyes. He is amiable tom, eager to please yet not extremely sociable. He finds comfort in talking with just one or two cats opposed to a crowd. He has a good sense of humor and likes to find enjoyment in the little things. Sometimes he can be witty and sarcastic when he is annoyed. Marblefoot – 3 Years. Female. Healthy.
Light ashy grey female with yellow eyes. Worried grey markings of age mar her young face, stress aged her more than it should have.
Eternally fretting, but not the best mother. She is possessive, unnecessarily sharp with others and demanding perfection. Her children are her life. That and ordering her apprentices around. She needs her control like plants need the sun, probably due to her first litter's death, which she never mentions. Few remember a time before she was anxious and on edge. She fears that BayouClan will take away what she holds dear. Doesn't actually care much for her children as individuals, only cares about the fact that they are hers. Littlespark – 3 years. Female. Healthy.
A short-furred she-cat with white fur that is mottled with golden ginger. She has white paws and underbelly, along with honey amber eyes. Has a slender built with long legs that give an illusion of elegance. This she-cat is bold, confident, daring, and has the attitude that she can do whatever if she is strong. She is empathic feline and tries to be conscious of other cats' feeling; however, sometimes she cannot filter what she is thinking, causing her to be sarcastic and blunt. Patchedcloud – 3 years. Male. Fever.
Good-natured, optimistic, and the king of sarcasm, Patchedcloud is a joy to be around. Retorting snark is second nature to him. His brilliantly clear, blue eyes sparkle with mischievousness, both the spontaneous shenanigans and the carefully constructed chaos. His ginger fur is short and soft, marked with a patched white chest, belly, and paws. Faded tabby stripes crisscross his back and mark his tail and forehead. His left ear has a nick in it; his rear right paws has six toes, making him a mono-polydactyl cat. Daciteyelp – 3 years. Female. Healthy.
Daciteyelp is a tall feline, her paws large and her legs thin, easy to sprint at the sight of danger. Her fur is light brown and dappled with soft stripes and spots. Her toes are white, and her tail is stubby, coated in the same soft color as her paws. Her eyes are a dull green, making her look washed out. Don't let that worry you, however. Daciteyelp is a brave warrior, never backing down unless she knows it's a fight she can't win. Downfall – 3 years. Male. Healthy.
An extremely large looking white cat with a long and plumy tail. However, his big stature is merely an illusion, as he is mostly fur. If wet, he looks almost half the size he was before. His paws are a little larger than average and his eyes are a bright blue in color. A cheerful and rather exuberant cat, mixing this with his large size makes him a little to much for other cats to handle sometimes. Regardless, he has a heart bigger than his fur and even if he may be slow on the uptake sometimes, he's happy to spread his joy. Tumblecloud – 2 1/2 years. Male. Twisted paw.
Clumsy, two left paws, incapable of walking in a straight line– yup that's Tumblecloud. A light rusty brown tabby male with large yellow eyes, he looks pretty average apart from two upper canine teeth just peeking out from his closed jaws. One of his ears, the right one, has a tear from some silly accident as an apprentice. He's got common sense– to a point but honestly, don't trust him to know what the signs of an eruption are. He's not good with retorts and sarcasm, often it goes over his head or he'll think of something a bit later. He's trying. Thornstripe – 2 1/2 years. Male. Healthy.
Thornstripe is average sized with a brown tabby pelt and green eyes. Thornstripe, like fire, can be a nearly unstoppable force when he is motivated. Although Thornstripe feels the need to be overprotective of other cats of the Clan, he knows his irritating tendency to hover is dangerous. He can get carried away when he is doing good at something. For example, when fighting, he may already have defeated his enemy, but Thornstripe could still be clawing and biting. He is also stubborn to those of lower ranks than him. He occasionally annoys the apprentices for fun, mainly because that happened to him as an apprentice. Furledbriar – 2 1/2 years. Female. Healthy.
Appearing more like heaps of fur, Furledbriar has long fur that is awfully silky. Her pelt isn't all the same color, but three different shades of it. Her chin, chest and belly are pure white. The main part of her body and legs are fade from pale grey to grey. As for her tail and paws, they are slightly darker in shade. She has gleaming green eyes. A loud, intelligent feline, Furledbriar enjoys spouting words like a fountain. She's also quite clingy with her clanmates and not to mention somewhat passive. She can be seen as admirable, though that all rides on your opinion of Furledbriar. Icewillow – 2 years. Male. Healthy.
Sleek-furred and handsome, this tom has thin, dark tabby stripes well spaced out across his light-gray body, and a short but dense pelt. Icy-blue eyes sit above a broad muzzle, topped by a black nose; his underbelly fades to white. Icewillow has a reputation for trouble. Mischief is second nature to him. Suave is his middle name with the she-cats; the elders call him a charismatic devil. He's attractive and is fully aware of it. Usually quite cheery in mindset, he can also be manipulative in order to achieve his ends. Thrushwhistle – 2 years. Male. Healthy.
An average sized tom, Thrushwhistle is still lean yet his stature doesn't make him appear any larger than he is. He's a golden brown classic tabby with white patches. A large patch of white covers his chest and all of his legs along with his maw. Thrushwhistle has dull amber eyes. A more assertive feline, Thrushwhistle will stand up for what he thinks is right- no doubt about it. According to his mother, he was a "born leader." He is also decisive and empathetic when it comes to those around him; that's a hint to having him more extroverted traits. Pheasanttail – 2 years. Female. Healthy.
Pheasanttail is a pleasant-looking tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes. Her coat is quite distinct, mostly black but spangled in orange flecks. Her tail is long and slightly bushy, resembling the tail of a pheasant. Known for being a show-off. Flamboyant and overly-egotistical, she often draws the ire from her Clanmates. But almost every cat wears a mask- and this is Pheasanttail's. To hide her problems, she shows off an immeasurable ego instead- something far from the truth. Heatherfrost – 2 years. Female. Healthy.
A pale russet tabby with icy blue eyes and sleek fur. Her belly, paws and stripes are white. Flirty and cunning, Heatherfrost is an intriguing cat. She is a skilled fighter and strategist who enjoys the adrenaline of battle. Her sense of fun mainly revolves around fighting, flirting and creating mischief. Despite her reputation for chaos, she is a trusted member of the clan and respected warrior. Her older sister Emberfoot was her closest friend, and Heatherfrost misses her more than she would like to admit. Robinfang acts like an older brother to her, and she loves him as if he was. She has a soft spot for apprentices and kits, and really wants some of her own. However, she feels slightly uncomfortable at the idea of a mate. Seedspeck – 1 1/2 years. Female. Healthy.
Seedspeck is a lithe, cream-colored spotted tabby with clear teal eyes and long, white whiskers. The only indication this cat has been in battle is a small nick on her right ear. Seedspeck is almost desperate for the darker aspects of Clan life– like war. Do to the lull of day to day activities and chores for the Clan, she finds herself bored. She often complains, only to get annoyed that nobody listens to her. Doveheart – 1 1/2 years. Male. Healthy.
Doveheart is a pale gray tom with piebald white markings, covering his underbelly, rump, and a few splotches on his back in white. His eyes are a pale lime-green. He lives up to his name, to a degree. He loves chores as he is at his happiest when helping others. This is probably due to the fact he is very insecure about himself, his place in the Clan, and rather low on self-esteem in general. Breezeflower – 1 year. Female. Healthy.
Breezeflower is a tall, medium furred, cat with a long, fluffier tail. Her fur is a solid chocolate brown, although her ears, and tip of her tail, are slightly lighter than the rest of her body. Her paws are smaller, and so is her nose. Breezeflower is a very laid-back cat, as she is quite confidant in her skills as a warrior, . She's quite an introverted cat and she loves having some time to herself. Breezeflower loves to go on scouting missions to check on the caldera. Breezeflower has an intense hatred for all cats that are not clan-born. Honeyblossom– 1 year. Female. Healthy.
Honeyblossom is a graceful, long -legged she -cat with medium -length reddish -brown fur with darker mackerel tabby stripes and a white chest, underbelly, and tail and amber eyes. Honeyblossom is a very relaxed she -cat. She doesn't like starting trouble or fighting, and typically tries to lay low and avoid attention. She thinks a lot before she speaks and acts, and speaks very slowly. In conversation, there tends to be long pauses before she answers the other cat. Honeyblossom tends to think pretty highly of herself and often looks down upon other cats who fight with others. Of course, she never says it, unless maybe behind their back. Stagleap – 1 year. Male. Healthy.
Stagleap is a lanky, short -furred tom cat of a chocolate -brown color with slightly darker brown mackerel stripes and amber eyes. He has a small nick in his right ear and tiny, jagged scar above his small nose. Stagleap is an easily frightened and anxious tom cat. He often feels awkward and out of place, and speaks very quickly and tends to stumble over his words or mix up the phrasing of a sentence. Despite the fact that his social skills are lacking, he is quite good at hunting. He has a very good memory as well -which typically serves to remind him of embarrassing things he has done. Blahblah – Age. Health Status.
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:44:36 GMT -5
Rosepaw – 11 months. Male. Healthy.
An unusually small tom, Rosepaw was the runt of his litter and will always be. The colors found on his pelt consist of a light grey-brown, fitting more to his short body and part of his legs. His face has dark grey points which match his tail. He's got white socks on his back paws and only white paws on the front. He has green eyes.
Angry and full of angst, Rosepaw doesn't have the best view on life. If anything, it's cynical. It's said that he is very intelligent, but he doesn't show that side of him often. His humor is known to be dry and dark. Squirrelpaw – 10 months. Female. Healthy.
Small, short furred, creamy white female with a ginger point face, ginger paws and an extremely fluffy ginger tail. Big amber eyes flecked with vibrant green, to the point where most assume they're green right off the bat. Snarky, enjoys pushing buttons and will definitely fight you. She thinks that the world is out there to explore and she has firm designs to conquer everything. Sensitive about family, and will go to extreme lengths to protect the ones she loves, even if it means abandoning them. Lightpaw – 10 months. Female. Chronic illness.
Short furred, golden female with almond shaped cobalt blue eyes. She is larger than her sister, but her constitution is much weaker. She seems to always be in the medicine den. Calm, eloquent, but with her own fiery temper that raises at injustice against her family. Stubborn though, and will definitely send you around in circles to get her way. Due to her soft heart, she is more likely to forgive– but will never forget. Cats often see her sister as the fiery one that they forget Lightpaw's own flare. Ravenpaw – 10 months. Female. Healthy.
With a tongue of fire that could burn through the coldest of leaf-bare ice, Ravenpaw's got more attitude than the entirety of CalderaClan combined. Often disrespectful and completely abhorrent to the rules, warriors dread to take her out on patrols. She has a slightly gravelly voice (and hates it!). Though quite a tease, she loves her brothers and desperately misses Coldpaw. Epitome of the word "spunk". Ravenpaw is a jet-black and long-furred, and has green eyes with golden flecks. More stubborn than an entire horde of badgers. As a result, her mentor has grown weary of her, while her denmates think she's got the greatest guts ever to exist. Slypaw – 10 months. Male. Healthy.
The complete opposite of his sister, Slypaw is not given to nonsense and enacts orders without question. His name is apt for his personality. Devious and manipulative to suit his purposes, Slypaw doesn't make friends easily (a trait that runs in the family). His sense of humor is near non-existent, and it's hard for even his quarrelsome sister to spark irritation from him. Slypaw is a dark brown tabby tom with a white chest, belly, and tail-tip. His coat is brindled with darker patches, and his tail is particularly long. His yellow eyes are as cold as ice. Sandpaw – 10 months. Female. Healthy.
She has light, creamy brown fur with mackerel tabby markings. She has freckles of white on her face, legs, and underbelly along with honey amber eyes. She is a small feline with huge ears. She is a kindhearted, stubborn, and impulsive. She acts confident to cover up her insecurities, which leads her into making impulsive actions. She is afraid of failing. She has a bad habit of not thinking things through and it's best to give her a stern set of instructions before she takes off and gets hurt. Lavapaw – 10 months. Male. Healthy.
He's a dark russet tabby with somber amber eyes. His stripes are a slightly darker shade than the rest of his fur, but are generally not very visible except on his tail. Both his whiskers and tail are quite long, making him an exceptional hunter. It is rare to hear Lavapaw say anything past what is excpected of him. He is a hard-working, dedicated tom with an unusual knack for hunting, yet is constantly preventing himself from showing off his skills. His doubts of his own worth leads to him staying quiet most of the time, leaving him a puzzle to many. If it hadn't been for his talent and family's status, he easily could have ended up as a victim of bullying or teasing. Blahblah – Age. Health Status.
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With fur that's unnaturally long for CalderaClan cats, Mattedpaw's name is quite fitting. His fur is a stark white color, a patch of grey dotting on his head, that being the only color on his pelt. His eyes are small and blue in hue. He's a witty character, that's for sure. He's quick and snarky, making him difficult to work with when it comes to training. He believes he knows everything, but when it comes to something he doesn't know he breaks and crumbles. Sorrelpaw – 8 months. Female. Healthy.
A long limbed yet thin calico she-cat. Her ears are wide set, and have a characteristic look of being loosely folded. While not completely flat faced, she does have a shorter muzzle. While short, her fur is fluffy. A small scar sits under her amber eyes. Sorrelpaw's genuine personality can be rather hard to decipher. She's fond of putting up masks, acting around each cat however she sees fit. She isn't insecure, but is instead very ambitious, and simply isn't afraid to be charismatic for her own gain. Briarpaw – 7 months. Male. Med Cat Apprentice. Healthy.
Briarpaw is a long-haired, pale ginger tabby tom. His belly, chin, and paws are all creamy white. He is a bit chubby from his less physical lifestyle but he doesn't mind. He has a long, fluffy tail and equally long whiskers. He has dark green eyes and small, nimble paws. Briarpaw is a friendly cat who takes his job very seriously, even if he can be forgetful. He is a daydreamer and often gets lost in thought. But he is a hard worker and eager to help others. He will go out of his way to do things for others. That being said, he is naive and a bit of a push over. Flickerpaw – 7 months. Female. Healthy.
Flickerpaw is a tall she-cat with bright ginger tabby fur. Her chest, throat, face, and toes are all a creamy white. She has pretty pale blue eyes and a pink nose. She shares the same long tail and whiskers as her brother. She is leaner than Briarpaw, with big paws and long, needle like claws. Flickerpaw talks herself up a lot. Her constant bragging and general attitude didn't earn her many friends. She may be loud, arrogant, and self-centered but she also has a brilliant mind. She is great at strategy and trying new things. It would be impressive if anyone could bear listening to her never-ending mouth. Lionpaw – 7 months. Male. Healthy.
Lionpaw has a golden spotted tabby coat, with fur that bunches up at his feet and forms a ruff of fur at his cheeks. He has a slight underbite. He looks older than he really is- something which he personally enjoys. Lionpaw is stubborn and irrational, similar to the lion itself. Lionpaw wants to be taken more seriously, as he believes he is intellectually superior than the other apprentices. He is very devoted to those he loves, such as his brother Tigerpaw, and has a noble heart despite his flaws. Tigerpaw – 7 months. Male. Healthy.
Tigerpaw is a dark marbled-tabby ginger tom with ambitious dull green eyes. Tigerpaw has a cleft lip, making his lip connected to his nose, and making his speech unclear at times- but he doesn't let this get in his way- usually. Tigerpaw is not one for the social scene- he gets easily flustered and shy around others, which might be caused by his cleft lip. Tigerpaw is very brave when confronted with most things, but he gets irrational quickly. Fawnpaw – 6 months. Female. Healthy.
A short-furred, average-sized feline, Fawnpaw's stature will be toned to match those of her clan. She has a soft, fawn-colored coat with darker spotted tabby dapples and a pale chest. This feline has almond-shaped eyes, glowing hazel in shade. Fawnpaw is an old soul. She's withdrawn from her fellow apprentices and feels as if she can't connect with them on the same level as they all do together. She's also quite introspective and thoughtful for she usually spends a large amount of her time thinking about anything and everything. Fawnpaw sees herself on a "higher" level than her denmates and wishes to not associate with them. Blahblah – Age. Health Status.
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:45:45 GMT -5
Meadowdance – Was 2 years. Female. Died giving birth to Fallowkit
A beautiful golden-brown she-cat with wide amber eyes, Meadowdance was the essence of life. She was given to merry frolicking in joy whenever she achieved great success, earning her her name. Tragically, she died giving birth to her first and only kit, leaving behind her mate Echocavern. She often appears in dreams of medicine cats. Fallowkit – Newborn. Female. Died at birth.
The spitting image of her mother, Fallowkit was a golden-brown she-kit. It is unknown what her eye color was, as she died mere minutes after birth, and thus her eyes had not been opened. Her death combined with her mothers impacted her father, Echocavern, gravely. Blahblah – How they died. What they did.
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Post by Featherwing on May 21, 2017 21:46:17 GMT -5
To the illustrious ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 for this layout. You're a treasure and a saint for helping. Much love, my dear. To Saint Ambrosef for being amazing and awesome and partnering up with me to make this years in the making rp. To me, Featherwing , for making the banners and siders and dividers. To illustrators Wayne McLoughlin and Owen Richardson for making the art used in the banners. |
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Post by Featherwing on May 22, 2017 18:32:01 GMT -5
CalderaClan is OPEN!
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Post by Featherwing on Jun 2, 2017 14:19:54 GMT -5
It is said that those of the Sunstar's Bloodline know where the sun is at all times, even in the depths of night. This may be some spiritual hubbub or it might be that those born into the Bloodline are taught from an early age to read the sky for the sun. Even the moon can be read to understand how long till dawn. As of now, a lone hulking mass of blonde fur perched a top the stone sentry post outside of camp like a silent sentinel, watching the sky. Deep in his bones he knew that the sun's rays were not far off, he could already see the light beginning on the horizon. Redstar frowned, his ginger blonde fur bristled against the light wind. Today was a grim day. Today, they find a murderer.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 2, 2017 14:29:09 GMT -5
Dawn was Icewillow's favorite time. The clan typically rose just as light peeked over the horizon and warily leaked through the crevices, and even now he could see from his perch heads poking out of dens. One of the apprentices was picking his way to the freshkill pile.
Icewillow shook himself, ready to face the chilly nip of Storm Sky mornings. The thaw had long since arrived, but occasionally a cool breeze from the southwest would sweep the valley and frost the dew. It would be gone before the sun had finished rising. Icewillow cautiously stuck his head out of the crevice the lead to the roof, spying a hulking figure. His favorite spot.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly, announcing his presence.
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Post by Featherwing on Jun 2, 2017 14:38:00 GMT -5
Redstar bristled slightly, surprised at his friend's appearance, gaze immediately flicking to Icewillow. He's too good at that blue eyes turned back to the sky. "Nothing"
He wasn't the best liar, and Icewillow knew his ticks. "A storm is coming" He commented blithely, "Best have a patrol ensure that the new berry patch is well protected." His stomach twisted, thinking about the innocents in camp. A murderer was down there, one of his people killed their own. Not just anyone, their deputy. The next in line for leadership. "How could anyone do that?" he muttered, confused. How? Where is the loyalty?
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 2, 2017 14:51:25 GMT -5
There was silence for a moment. "I'll get on that," he mewed with a dip of the head. The last thing Redstar needed right now was disobedience and disorganization.
Still, Icewillow was worried for his friend. If he didn't open up on what was going through that ginger head of his, he was going to have an eruption of his own. And it wouldn't be pretty. "Have you made any decisions yet?" he murmured, coming out of the exit fully. Sharp winds twisted at his sleek fur.
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Post by dou on Jun 2, 2017 17:40:12 GMT -5
Ah, dawn.
The most comfortable time of the day. Daciteyelp was sitting quietly, her tail wrapped around her thin frame. With bright eyes closed as her fur soaked up the warmth of the rising sun. Almost everyone was awake by now, but Daciteyelp was generally the first. Her eyes closed as she purred quietly to herself, her tail flicking against her paws.
The spotted tabby flicked her tail as she gathered herself to her paws, spotting the two friends before quietly padding up behind them. Her fur fluffed up at the crisp morning air. "Good beautiful morning, you two," she interrupted softly, her eyes flickering to the two. "Don't mean to bother you with my presence, but y'all seemed to need a little cheering up!" she continued, her purr light; that of a soprano. "Mind if I tag along?" |
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Post by Featherwing on Jun 2, 2017 18:22:23 GMT -5
"No, Berrysnout was supposed to finish examining the body–" Redstar swallowed thickly, "-examining the body this morning. Then I'll go examine the site myself with a few warriors– would you come with? Please?" His stomach churned at the thought but a sweet soprano voice chimed in that took his thoughts out of the uncharacteristic darkness.
The wind buffeting his fur, the strawberry blonde frowned, "Good morning Daciteyelp" he greeted lowly. "A storm is coming, would you be up to getting some apprentices and ensuring the new berry patch we moved is secured? It should be by the Stone Falls.." Cobalt blue eyes flicked to Icewillow for a moment before looking at his paws in guilt. He knew that he didn't spend any time with his children and Icewillow resented him for that, even if it's only a slight resentment. "You can choose who goes."
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Post by Featherwing on Jun 2, 2017 18:48:00 GMT -5
[Speaking of the apprentices...]
A wet coughing had Squirrelpaw up from the hazy half-sleep-half-awake world she'd been in. Immediately she rolled to face Lightpaw, who was attempting to muffle her coughing.
"Your allergies again?" The ginger she-cat murmured softly, so not to disturb the other lightly slumbering felines. Though she knew it was dawn, and her body urged her to get up and get to work, she wanted to lie in her nest and cuddle with her sister for a little while longer. They rarely did this anymore. "I think I should go back to Berrysnout– nothing is working." Lightpaw sounded like someone shoved a dandelion fluff down her throat. Squirrelpaw winced sympathetically, "we'd best get everyone up then– Mattedpaw, Ravenpaw,
Slypaw, up and at'em." The ginger female raised her voice so it echoed ever so slightly in the den, ensuring that she would rouse any late sleepers.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 2, 2017 19:55:26 GMT -5
At the she-cat's greeting, Icewillow dipped his head, but didn't speak. Instead, he murmured to Redstar in a low voice she couldn't hear, "Of course I will. We'll make sure no stone is left unturned."
An uncomfortable prickling sensation itched beneath his fur as he thought of the body. Broken, ripped by claws, an ugly and unnatural dent in the head. Sapphiresky was a strict mousebrain sometimes, but she didn't deserve to go out like that. Claws scraped the stone, and Icewillow had to surpress the growl rising in his throat. Whoever did such a grievous deed would pay.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 2, 2017 20:06:13 GMT -5
Without protest, the dark tabby in the corner arose from his nest. He stretched each paw once, then shoved his way out through the ivy and into the clearing.
"He could at least say good morning," Ravenpaw complained from her own nest. Her brother had social issues, for sure. Would it really kill him to be polite every now and then? Far less graciously than Slypaw, she hauled herself up, wincing. "I think I slept on a thorn somewhere," she complained to nobody in particular. Then she noticed the two sisters huddled together, and she felt concern knot her belly. "Is Lightpaw okay?"
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Post by Featherwing on Jun 2, 2017 21:42:28 GMT -5
"Indeed" Redstar's face scrunched up slightly, his own memory throwing images of the body into the forefront of his mind. The sight of the loyal, if not strict, deputy's body broken and bleeding, long dead but her blood still made the water of the river run red... the stench of death that permeated the medicine den since the body was brought in. The body he thought, for it couldn't possibly be Sapphiresky. She was too vibrant, like a Long Sun grass fire. Harsh but well meaning, and always leaving new growth and improvements where she left. And like a grassfire, she went out with a bang he thought grimly, remembering the still unsheathed but torn claws, evidence of her attempt to stay alive.
Squirrelpaw shook her head subtly, ignoring the rude Slypaw. "We'll get you to the medicine den. I'm sure Berrysnout has something– oh" she grimaced. "We can't go in there today. Sapphiresky's body– uh, the investigation is still going on, right?" She looked to her friend for confirmation. She wasn't a fan of Sapphiresky but she did the job admirably–
as anyone could for that rat Redstar. A little voice inside her whispered, reminding her that he is her father. Not a good one Squirrelpaw's brow furrowed ever so slightly,
she did not like that male, even if he was leader. He gets no loyalty from me.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 3, 2017 11:12:25 GMT -5
The sorrow wrought on Redstar's face caused Icewillow's inside to twist painfully. He was already a young leader, forced into a position her had so little time to prepare for. It wasn't enviable. Now his first deputy had been slaughtered, body left to rot in the bottom of a gorge. "We'll find who did this," he vowed, turning his gaze to the rising sun. Its light bled over the horizon in streaks of red. Staining the sky with blood. Icewillow wondered if it was an omen from the Kin.
"I can fetch something for you," Ravenpaw offered. She didn't mind the corpse. Sure, it was a little freaky, but somewhat fascinating as well. Slypaw had called her a creep last night when she kept talking about it, tucked his nose into his tail, and fell asleep.
I wish Coldpaw was here, she thought wistfully. He would always listen to me talk for hours without complaint.
She shook out her black coat roughly, driving the image from her mind and waking her up for fully. He'd made his choice. Now she had to live with it. "But afterwards, do you want to go hunting? I'm sure we can encourage Aspenleaf and Cinderflake to take us."
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Post by Featherwing on Jun 3, 2017 12:54:34 GMT -5
"I'll go with you– Lightpaw you stay in, okay? I'll talk to Patchedcloud–" A shrill voice at the entrance of the medicine den made Squirrelpaw wince, "What are you two still doing in bed? Get up!" Marblefoot stood in the entrance, and didn't look a bit concerned for her kittens, "Is Lightpaw up yet? Is she feeling alright? Why didn't you come and get me if she was feeling sick, again!" The warrior was sharp in her questioning, throwing accusations wildly like she was expecting a fight. Which was fair, Squirrelpaw did have a tendency to snap and ask questions later. However, this time the rapid fire questions had Squirrelpaw's head in a whirl, she didn't have the energy or the drive to bite back.
"Mother, I'm just about to go to Berrysnout with Ravenpaw to get her some honey for her throat. There was no need to worry you." Rationality did little to soothe the frazzled warrior who just huffed, "Fine. But make sure she gets out of bed. She gets sick all the time because she just lays there!" And with another huff, Marblefoot stomped out. "Am I allowed to hate my mother?" Squirrelpaw asked tiredly.
Redstar nodded, "Let get back into camp, the sun is up enough to send out a few hunting patrols and a border patrol." He was rubbish at changing the subject but he didn't want to dwell on death for much longer. Squeezing past Icewillow and Daciteyelp, he reentered the hole in the roof and onto a ledge. Leaping down the vertiable staircase of outcroppings, Redstar made it to the floor of camp and observed the activity.
Aspenleaf was already chattering to Tumblecloud, who looked like he'd rather be doing anything than talking to her. Thunderfall was prowling outside the medicine den, a scowl n his face as usual as he deterred others from disturbing Berrysnout. A commotion was from the apprentice den, and not a moment later, Marblefoot predictably stormed out in a huff. I may have made a mistake with that one He thought tiredly.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 18:19:33 GMT -5
(Starters for Dove, Seed, Lion, and Tiger)
Seedspeck was not one who took her time to sleep- she was in fact the opposite. For a cat, she slept very little- she had done so since her days as a kit. She paced around camp, her ears facing behind her and her tail low. Her pale speckled coat was slightly askew, and her eyes were bloodshot with annoyance and lack of proper sleep- to any outsider, she'd have looked like a madman.
This better be the day I can do something for once.
She heard a rustle in the brambles and jumped a bit, only to realize it was only her brother. Doveheart was slightly taller than she was, a bit fluffier as well- and certainly didn't look as misshapen as her. He was picking up bramble twigs that had fallen off the bushes and neatly arranging them to the side- it was times like this that Seedspeck wondered how he could continue on doing such dull tasks.
"Who asked you to go ahead and clean up this dump?" she asked, a hint of curiosity between her impatient huffs and sighs.
Doveheart looked around at the ground. "Well, nobody really. I just didn't want any lone brambles to get stuck in anyone's paws. It's just the good thing to do."
"Wouldn't you rather do something important? To live and die for the Clan?" Seedspeck scratched at a fly that was nibbling at her ear.
"This is important, I think. I don't want the leader's paw to get infected simply because the camp isn't tidy." He picked up another bramble before continuing, his voice muffled by the twig in his mouth. "Want to help?"
Seedspeck shoved him with her shoulder and walked right by without a sound. Doveheart nodded, a pang of disappointment showing in his pale green eyes, and turned around to place down the bramble.
"She'll learn sooner or later, I guess."
Across camp, meanwhile, was another pair of siblings- more bonded to each other than Seedspeck and Doveheart were, nestled in the heart of the apprentlce's den. One of them, a large ginger tom, sat sleeping, as his well-awake orange tabby brother prodding his flank.
"Wake up already!"
The ginger tom's green eyes fluttered open, only to shut again. "Tigerpaw, the sun hasn't even risen yet. Can you wait?"
Tigerpaw shook his head. He was the runt in his litter, stout and short, more broad than tall. A determined, slightly mischievous look flashed across his face as he bit his brother's tail, causing the thick-furred apprentice to leap up from his nest and hiss in anger. "Tigerpaw!"
"You sssaid you'd be up before now, Lionpaw!"
Lionpaw rolled his eyes. When he turned to look at Tigerpaw, he was gone- the young apprentice had already ran out.
"You sssaid you'd go with me out of the camp today," explained the young tabby apprentice as his brother caught up with him. Lionpaw noted to himself that Tigerpaw's speech with his cleft lip was getting better- it still needed work, yes, but he was happy his brother was making progress. "Aren't we going to go explore, like you promissed?"
Lionpaw thought for a bit as they perched at the border of camp, muddling through his contradicting thoughts. He's do anything for Tigerpaw- and Tigerpaw would get frustrated if he didn't come, given he had told Tigerpaw they'd do this for a moon at least- but it would ruin his reputation and make him be given less respect, that is if he were caught. He looked down at the ground and tried to figure out what he'd do now, fidgeting with a pebble stone as Tigerpaw waited and shifted his weight impatiently.
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