Post by Frost on Jul 17, 2017 2:48:21 GMT -5
Intro:
You have been caught in the middle of a fiercely cold, relentless snowstorm, and the thousands of flecks of snow blasting past you rends you almost totally blind. You struggle to keep your eyes open, but it is a fruitless endeavor, as all you can see is blinding white light. As if that wasn't enough, you feel the tug of the ferocious wind racing past you, threatening to rip your body and soul apart. The storm had caught you completely off guard - one minute it was snowing gently, the next a massive blizzard had formed - and you are now hopelessly lost.
The struggle to keep moving forward ends up being too difficult of a task for you, and you know you cannot go back, as the wind would undoubtedly carry you along with it. Without any way of knowing if there is any shelter nearby, and with your heart beating slower than it should and your fur as cold as the ice and snow around you, you curl up into a ball, attempting to wait out the storm.
The struggle to keep moving forward ends up being too difficult of a task for you, and you know you cannot go back, as the wind would undoubtedly carry you along with it. Without any way of knowing if there is any shelter nearby, and with your heart beating slower than it should and your fur as cold as the ice and snow around you, you curl up into a ball, attempting to wait out the storm.
You pass in and out of consciousness, and your body is numb from the cold... The snow threatens to entomb you whilst you are still alive, when a cat suddenly grabs you by the scruff and begins to haul you across the ground, but as to where you do not know... nor do you care. All you want is to sleep...
It is some hours before you awake, and the first thing you notice in your half drowsy state is that the storm has finally passed. You then begin to wonder where in the name of the world you are, and thus you almost instinctively begin to analyze your surroundings, moving your head and your eyes around to get a grips of the place. The floor is made out of stone, with small patches of snow littered here and there. The walls are also made out of rock, and you quickly deduce that you are inside a shallow cave. (Shallow because you were able to glance past your rump and see that the cave didn't go far into the earth at all.) Stalagmites and stalactites jutted out of the rock like giant fangs, as if you were inside the jaws of a monstrous creature.
Your nose picks up the distinctive aroma of hare, and you gaze forward, identifying the piece of fresh-kill approximately two fox-lengths from you. Using your front paws, you begin to heave yourself towards the delectable prey, as most your body still feels like it's frozen. Before you can sink your teeth into the dead white hare however, a larger cat stomps on the dead rodent with its front paw, although with not much force applied; it was as if he was claiming the piece of prey for himself.
"You're finally awake." the cat - a large black and white tom - grunts, as if out of impatience.
"W-who are you?" is the only thing that escapes your tongue, looking up at the intimidating stranger.
"I am Blackpatch. I am a warrior of FrostClan." he introduces himself formally, properly looking down at his guest this time, his icy blue eyes piercing into your very soul.
You suppress a gulp and attempt to stand up straight, trying to mask your fear-scent. But you do not give out your name... not yet, at least. You don't know if this cat can be trusted. After all, you only just met him, and he looks rather formidable.
"Were you the one you saved me?" you ask, and the tom nods in response. "But why?" you ask, mostly out of apprehension than gratitude. But why would he have brought you here only to harm you when he could have just left you there out in the middle of the storm with no chance of you surviving? The theory you had briefly invented that in which he was an aggressor did not add up...
"As a warrior of FrostClan, it is my duty to help any cat in need (if the circumstance is dire enough that they cannot defend themselves), even if the cat(s) is foreign to us... Unlike SootClan, we believe that every cat matters, especially when a cat's life is in peril. Besides... I could not let you die out there. It goes against everything I live by." Blackpatch replies in between licks, grooming his front left paw and the top of his head, where his fur is ruffled up the most. His tone of voice sounds slightly uneasy, as if he himself is not believing the words that are coming out of his mouth.
"Where are we?" you ask, looking around.
Suddenly, much like the slashing wind that was blustering against your fur earlier on, you realize how ungrateful and rude you must sound, and you gaze at the tom with warmth in your eyes.
"Sorry, um... Thank you,... Blackpatch," you say clumsily, struggling to pronounce his name. What a weird name he has... Unlike any other you had ever heard before it. "Thank you... for everything." you repeat yourself.
Blackpatch returns your thanks with a smile, and he offers you the hare at long last, much to your delight. He politely waits until you are finished eating before answering the question you had asked previously.
"We are on the outskirts of FrostClan territory. To be exact, we are inside one of the Snow Shelters, a small series of shallow caves that dot the Southeastern border of our territory. We all too commonly utilize these natural shelters to take refuge from blizzards, like the one you were trapped in the middle of in a few hours ago. Mild weather is considered a blessing here, and no snowfall at all is almost unheard of." Blackpatch meows, filling out the blank spots [of information] that float around inside your head.
"FrostClan?" you ask, tilting your heard to one side.
"FrostClan is a, well... a large group of cats that has made their home in the middle of this... almost barren wasteland." the tom responds as best he can.
"You mean like... a family?" you ask. The look Blackpatch gives you indicates that the question you had just asked was rather hare-brained.
"I suppose so, in a way." he meows in reply, pondering your response to his answer for a few lengthy moments.
Once again, your inquisitive nature gets the better of you. "Where is the rest of FrostClan then? Why are you out here all alone?" you ask.
The tom suddenly flinches, as if you had just pulled a sharp thorn from his paw. He lets out a deep sigh and turns away for a moment, closing his eyes temporarily, before facing you once again.
"I was out hunting for my Clan." he responds, shrugging his shoulders and turning away and facing the entrance of the small cave once more. What he told you wasn't exactly a lie - he was indeed out hunting, but only for himself. (Unlike you, he was able to foresee when the storm was approaching and he even calculated when it would hit.) But despite his seemingly honest answer, you still get the strange feeling he isn't telling you everything.
"I want to meet FrostClan... Can I?" you ask, pestering him with another question (making you feel guilty about doing so in the process). It seemed like forever, but the tom finally decided to acknowledge your existence.
"Enough questions. You have to rest now. The storm has affected you pretty badly.. physically, I mean. I don't need you dying on me; you'd be useless to me then." Blackpatch says in a much more intimidating tone of voice, and before you can ask where he is going, he exits the cave entrance and vanishes, leaving you with nothing to do but to do as he had asked and go back to sleep.
Greetings:
Hello fellow RP browser, and welcome to my roleplay: "FrostClan - Home of the Adaptable and Charismatic"! Both FrostClan and SootClan are currently in need of members, and it would be cool if you could join in on the fun! (Excuse the pun there. Haha) Located below are several sections including "Rules", "Territories", "FrostClan Members / SootClan Members" (which includes available positions), and the template in which you can use to create your character.
Rules:
- Follow the standard WCRP rules - this basically means keeping this RP pg-13 (exceed this limit, and you will be removed from the RP), which includes no coarse language, no sexual content, she-cats giving birth to kits (in detail), cats mating (even mentioning that [it happened] is not encouraged), no bullying, no racist comments, etc. (However, as an example of things that are allowed to a certain degree, mentioning kits nursing is okay, but don't go over the top with it. I do not know how long kits nurse from their mother for, but I'll just say for the sake of argument that the limit is 5 [Twoleg] weeks, but you can go over this limit if you so wish. Moving on...)
- No Gary- / Mary Sues. Every character must have at least two flaws, even if they are small!
- Please no one-liners! I am not asking for the equivalent of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare of content in each one of your posts, but please try to write at least 1-2 fairly lengthy paragraphs for each one of your posts
- No kit stealing
- No posting any comments that drastically affect the outcome of the plot (ex. a group of hostile rogues ambushing the FrostClan camp and killing the leader, starvation suddenly threatening the Clan, etc.) without my approval first
- No cats with unnatural pelt colors, cats with wings, or any other unrealistic physical traits. Please try to make your character(s) realistic; they are normal cats, not mythical beasts that resemble felines
- No killing off another person's character(s) without their permission. In addition, you may not take over another person's character without their consent first
- LGBTQ characters ARE allowed! If you have a problem with this, then move on, pal. This RP obviously isn't the right one for you
- Please try to remain fairly active. This doesn't mean you have to be online and post in this thread every day, but if you leave for at least *3 weeks without notice (*I am a generous gal), your character will be postponed. However, if you RP as an important character, which includes the medicine cat, deputy, main antagonist, etc., you are expected to post a comment at least once a week, or more if you can
- You can only allowed to RP as one "prestigious character" each (for example, you cannot RP as both the FrostClan medicine cat and the SootClan deputy at the same time), but you are allowed to RP as many characters as you like, as long as you can handle it
- Let everyone get the chance to shine! Please try not to make your character(s) the main focus of attention all of the time!
- FrostClan lives in the frozen tundra (with SootClan residing in a burned forest) - similar to Northern Canada, for example. That means that there are no farms, leaf-bare lasts longer than usual, the snow stays on the ground for much of the year, herbs are few and far between, Twoleg dogs are less common (but are larger and more vicious), and the prey is different, as well
- **Remember: FrostClan is generally known as being compassionate, charismatic, adaptable, and accepting; SootClan however, is commonly referred to as being much more wary around strangers, [just as] adaptable, dauntless, and its members are, in general, much better fighters compared to those of FrostClan**
- Apprentices can have crushes on other apprentices, but they cannot be mates until they are Warriors. In addition, Apprentices can have a crushes Warriors, and vice versa (but they cannot be mates until at least the Apprentice has become a Warrior). Also, Queens can be mates with other Queens, but only if both their former mates (toms) are deceased
- Have fun!
Territories:
FrostClan Territory:
(Note: I am unable to provide a detailed map at the moment, so the description below will have to suffice for now.)
The FrostClan camp lies at the center of their territory (which covers approximately 2.9 kilometers in all directions away from the camp) inside a giant cave, carving itself into the side of a giant stony hill. Throughout most of the territory, small shrubs, pine trees, fallen trees, and boulders dot the landscape, often covered in a thick veil of snow. A pool of water that lies directly beneath a waterfall provides a source of fresh, unfrozen drinking water all-year-round for the Clan, and is located a small distance south of the cave, on the other side of the massive stony hill. Rocky mountains form a barrier to the north, the ocean lies far off in the distance towards the West, a small Twolegplace resides to the north of the FrostClan territory, and a charred forest lies South of the camp. (It is in this torched piece of woods that FrostClan's rival Clan lives: SootClan, formerly known as PineClan.) In addition, several shallow brooks and streams crisscross the FrostClan territory, and a sparse spruce forest also lies to the East. Their most common prey are hares, snowy owls (as wells as other species of birds), and mice.
SootClan Territory:
(Note: I am unable to provide a detailed map at the moment, so the description below will have to suffice for now.)
SootClan, formerly known as PineClan, resides directly south of FrostClan. They have a much smaller territory than their rival neighbor's, and the gradually approaching threat of Twolegs building new Thunderpaths and Twoleg nests to the East and Southeast, as well as the forest they live in - which was once lush and full of prey - now almost completely reduces to ashes, doesn't help their situation. The camp is surrounded by numerous closely-knit pine trees and large boulders that act as a natural defense. Other than that however, there is truly nothing remarkable about their territory, and everything about itscreams "desperation mode". Their diet typically includes hare (which they normally acquire by hunting in FrostClan territory), mice, and ravens. However, they commonly resort to scavenging food to survive, with practices including dragging away creatures that were killed on Thunderpaths, eating rotting meat that they may find littering their territory, and sometimes even rummaging through Twoleg garbage bins. (**Because of this very demanding and unforgiving lifestyle, SootClan has been losing members at a somewhat alarming rate as of late, either through starvation, or because some simply abandon their Clan and either attempt to join FrostClan, or they choose to live with Twolegs, or as rogues.**)
FrostClan Members:
Leader - CHOSEN
Name: Mintstar || Gender: She-cat || Age: 4 season cycles (years) || Clan: FrostClan || Rank: Leader || Sexuality: Pansexual || Eyes: Mint green || Fur: Soft white fur with gray spots, and black paws || Physical Traits: Long tail, long legs, a very beautiful face, small paws, a thin, delicate frame || Scars: Various slash scars across her right shoulder, several nooks in her ears, and a small scratch across her muzzle || Personality: TBD || Mates/Crush/Kits: None || Kin: Cloudrunner (father) - deceased; Flintfoot (mother) - deceased; only kit in her litter, and the last in her bloodline as a whole || Likes: Being fair, gazing up at the stars, hunting (in secret), communicating with StarClan, her Clan || Dislikes: SootClan, Twolegs, Thunderpaths, Monsters, dogs, the fact she has yet to find a mate, not knowing what to do, her anxiety || Additional Facts: She is deaf in one ear; she is a great hunter, even though she doesn't hunt nearly as often as when she was a warrior; she was orphaned at a young age, her parents both killed by a fox || Story: TBD || Player: Frostleaf2222
Deputy - OPEN
Medicine Cat - CHOSEN
Robinbright||She-Cat|| 32 moons old. || FrostClan || Medicine Cat || Straight || Green || Brown tabby||A slim, sleek, slender build, and sleek, shiny fur. ||She has many scars, from when she was a Warrior. || Robinbright is kind, sweet, and helpful, and loves kits. However, she is very socially awkward, and very shy and introverted. || None || All dead || Likes: The scent of herbs, being a Medicine Cat, swimming, hares, happy events, the scent of lavender, kits. || Dislikes: Excessive socialisation, SootClan, the heat, eating birds, her patients dying, fighting. || She's a very good swimmer. || Robinbright was born as a SootClan cat, and became a Warrior, but eventually decided that FrostClan was the better Clan for her, and, eventually, to become a Medicine Cat. || Player: Sparkly
Medicine Cat Apprentice - OPEN
Warriors - OPEN
Name: Snowpetal || Gender: She-cat || Age: 1 1/2 season cycles (years) || Clan: FrostClan || Rank: Warrior || Sexuality: Lesbian || Eyes: Sky blue || Fur: Sleek white fur with a black spot on her bottom and on her left shoulder blade || Physical Traits: Cute face, lithe body, slender legs, small paws, a curvy, very attactive bottom / butt, a very long tail, black whiskers, pointy ears, and a black nose || Personality: TBD || Mate/Crush/Kits: None (OPEN; crush) || Kin: Her father is unknown; Smallberry (mother); Tumbletail (brother) || Likes: Hunting, playing with kits, fooling around, seducing other she-cats, adventures, hare (favorite food) || Dislikes: Being alone, Monsters, Twolegs, Thunderpaths, dogs, fire, talking about her father, fighting, SootClan || Additional Facts: She is one of the best hunters in FrostClan; she suffers from slight bipolar disorder; she is an extremely fast runner; she daydreams often; she was always wanted to be a mentor to an apprentice; due to a time when food was especially scarce (when Snowpetal was born), her mother was forced to nurse her until she was over 6 moons old (and as a result, she still misses her mother's milk...); she has a crush on Swiftwind, a FrostClan Queen; her eyes used to be green as an Apprentice, but become sky blue as she matured into a Warrior || Story: TBD || Player: Frostleaf2222
Name: Swiftnight || Gender: She-cat || Age: 2 season cycles (years) || Clan: FrostClan || Rank: Warrior (former Queen) || Sexuality: Bisexual (leans more heavily towards she-cats though) || Eyes: Violet || Fur: Sleek, shiny black pelt with white paws, a small white patch on her chest, and a white spot surrounding her left eye || Physical Traits: Small, cute she-cat with an innocent-looking face, triangular ears, a small black nose, and white whiskers. She also has a rather lengthy tail, long limbs, and overall a very lithe, curvy body (hourglass shaped, which includes a thin middle section and a nice, attractive bottom) || Scars: One scar is present on her back right leg, and some nooks are present in her left ear || Personality: Sweet, charismatic, understanding, loyal, honest, seductive, low self-esteem, shy || Mate/Crush/Kits: None (OPEN) || Kin: TBD || Likes: Hunting, other she-cats, toms (somewhat), fish, climbing trees, exploring caves, acting like an apprentice, kits || Dislikes: Being left alone for too long (but she doesn't like large groups of cats either), SootClan, Twolegs, Monsters, Thunderpaths, dogs, birds that wake her up in the morning, getting up early, her body (overly conscious), ice || Additional Facts: She has really acute tracking skills; she often looks at her body in the reflection of water and frowns; her favorite food is mouse || Story: TBD || Player: Frostleaf2222
Apprentices - OPEN
Queens - OPEN
Elders - OPEN
Kits - OPEN
SootClan Members:
Leader - OPEN
Deputy - OPEN
Medicine Cat - OPEN
Medicine Cat Apprentice - OPEN
Warriors - OPEN
Apprentices - OPEN
Queens - OPEN
Elders - OPEN
Kits - OPEN
Cats Outside the Clans:
Rogues - OPEN
Loners - OPEN
Kittypets - OPEN
StarClan Members:
Members - OPEN
Located below is a basic template that you can follow to help you create your character if you find yourself getting stuck. Just fill in the info below, and post it in the FrostClan joining forum (link: wcrpforums.com/thread/39974/frostclan-sootclan-joining-page), and I will add it into the "FrostClan Members / SootClan Members" section(s) above!
For the "Additional Facts" part, it means you can put in extra details about your character. (Ex. If they are deaf, how good they are at hunting and/or fighting, if they were nursed from their mother for an extended period of time (in which they were weaned much later than the average kit is), if they were born as a rogue, if they have a particular phobia, etc.)
Name: || Gender: || Age: || Clan: || Rank: || Sexuality: || Eyes: || Fur: || Physical Traits: || Scars: || Personality (Optional): || Mate/Crush/Kits || Kin || Likes: || Dislikes: || Additional Facts: || Story (Optional): || Player:
Well, there you have it! If you are interested in joining, well, feel free to do just that! Haha (I suck at invitations, I know.
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It is some hours before you awake, and the first thing you notice in your half drowsy state is that the storm has finally passed. You then begin to wonder where in the name of the world you are, and thus you almost instinctively begin to analyze your surroundings, moving your head and your eyes around to get a grips of the place. The floor is made out of stone, with small patches of snow littered here and there. The walls are also made out of rock, and you quickly deduce that you are inside a shallow cave. (Shallow because you were able to glance past your rump and see that the cave didn't go far into the earth at all.) Stalagmites and stalactites jutted out of the rock like giant fangs, as if you were inside the jaws of a monstrous creature.
Your nose picks up the distinctive aroma of hare, and you gaze forward, identifying the piece of fresh-kill approximately two fox-lengths from you. Using your front paws, you begin to heave yourself towards the delectable prey, as most your body still feels like it's frozen. Before you can sink your teeth into the dead white hare however, a larger cat stomps on the dead rodent with its front paw, although with not much force applied; it was as if he was claiming the piece of prey for himself.
"You're finally awake." the cat - a large black and white tom - grunts, as if out of impatience.
"W-who are you?" is the only thing that escapes your tongue, looking up at the intimidating stranger.
"I am Blackpatch. I am a warrior of FrostClan." he introduces himself formally, properly looking down at his guest this time, his icy blue eyes piercing into your very soul.
You suppress a gulp and attempt to stand up straight, trying to mask your fear-scent. But you do not give out your name... not yet, at least. You don't know if this cat can be trusted. After all, you only just met him, and he looks rather formidable.
"Were you the one you saved me?" you ask, and the tom nods in response. "But why?" you ask, mostly out of apprehension than gratitude. But why would he have brought you here only to harm you when he could have just left you there out in the middle of the storm with no chance of you surviving? The theory you had briefly invented that in which he was an aggressor did not add up...
"As a warrior of FrostClan, it is my duty to help any cat in need (if the circumstance is dire enough that they cannot defend themselves), even if the cat(s) is foreign to us... Unlike SootClan, we believe that every cat matters, especially when a cat's life is in peril. Besides... I could not let you die out there. It goes against everything I live by." Blackpatch replies in between licks, grooming his front left paw and the top of his head, where his fur is ruffled up the most. His tone of voice sounds slightly uneasy, as if he himself is not believing the words that are coming out of his mouth.
"Where are we?" you ask, looking around.
Suddenly, much like the slashing wind that was blustering against your fur earlier on, you realize how ungrateful and rude you must sound, and you gaze at the tom with warmth in your eyes.
"Sorry, um... Thank you,... Blackpatch," you say clumsily, struggling to pronounce his name. What a weird name he has... Unlike any other you had ever heard before it. "Thank you... for everything." you repeat yourself.
Blackpatch returns your thanks with a smile, and he offers you the hare at long last, much to your delight. He politely waits until you are finished eating before answering the question you had asked previously.
"We are on the outskirts of FrostClan territory. To be exact, we are inside one of the Snow Shelters, a small series of shallow caves that dot the Southeastern border of our territory. We all too commonly utilize these natural shelters to take refuge from blizzards, like the one you were trapped in the middle of in a few hours ago. Mild weather is considered a blessing here, and no snowfall at all is almost unheard of." Blackpatch meows, filling out the blank spots [of information] that float around inside your head.
"FrostClan?" you ask, tilting your heard to one side.
"FrostClan is a, well... a large group of cats that has made their home in the middle of this... almost barren wasteland." the tom responds as best he can.
"You mean like... a family?" you ask. The look Blackpatch gives you indicates that the question you had just asked was rather hare-brained.
"I suppose so, in a way." he meows in reply, pondering your response to his answer for a few lengthy moments.
Once again, your inquisitive nature gets the better of you. "Where is the rest of FrostClan then? Why are you out here all alone?" you ask.
The tom suddenly flinches, as if you had just pulled a sharp thorn from his paw. He lets out a deep sigh and turns away for a moment, closing his eyes temporarily, before facing you once again.
"I was out hunting for my Clan." he responds, shrugging his shoulders and turning away and facing the entrance of the small cave once more. What he told you wasn't exactly a lie - he was indeed out hunting, but only for himself. (Unlike you, he was able to foresee when the storm was approaching and he even calculated when it would hit.) But despite his seemingly honest answer, you still get the strange feeling he isn't telling you everything.
"I want to meet FrostClan... Can I?" you ask, pestering him with another question (making you feel guilty about doing so in the process). It seemed like forever, but the tom finally decided to acknowledge your existence.
"Enough questions. You have to rest now. The storm has affected you pretty badly.. physically, I mean. I don't need you dying on me; you'd be useless to me then." Blackpatch says in a much more intimidating tone of voice, and before you can ask where he is going, he exits the cave entrance and vanishes, leaving you with nothing to do but to do as he had asked and go back to sleep.
Greetings:
Hello fellow RP browser, and welcome to my roleplay: "FrostClan - Home of the Adaptable and Charismatic"! Both FrostClan and SootClan are currently in need of members, and it would be cool if you could join in on the fun! (Excuse the pun there. Haha) Located below are several sections including "Rules", "Territories", "FrostClan Members / SootClan Members" (which includes available positions), and the template in which you can use to create your character.
Rules:
- Follow the standard WCRP rules - this basically means keeping this RP pg-13 (exceed this limit, and you will be removed from the RP), which includes no coarse language, no sexual content, she-cats giving birth to kits (in detail), cats mating (even mentioning that [it happened] is not encouraged), no bullying, no racist comments, etc. (However, as an example of things that are allowed to a certain degree, mentioning kits nursing is okay, but don't go over the top with it. I do not know how long kits nurse from their mother for, but I'll just say for the sake of argument that the limit is 5 [Twoleg] weeks, but you can go over this limit if you so wish. Moving on...)
- No Gary- / Mary Sues. Every character must have at least two flaws, even if they are small!
- Please no one-liners! I am not asking for the equivalent of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare of content in each one of your posts, but please try to write at least 1-2 fairly lengthy paragraphs for each one of your posts
- No kit stealing
- No posting any comments that drastically affect the outcome of the plot (ex. a group of hostile rogues ambushing the FrostClan camp and killing the leader, starvation suddenly threatening the Clan, etc.) without my approval first
- No cats with unnatural pelt colors, cats with wings, or any other unrealistic physical traits. Please try to make your character(s) realistic; they are normal cats, not mythical beasts that resemble felines
- No killing off another person's character(s) without their permission. In addition, you may not take over another person's character without their consent first
- LGBTQ characters ARE allowed! If you have a problem with this, then move on, pal. This RP obviously isn't the right one for you
- Please try to remain fairly active. This doesn't mean you have to be online and post in this thread every day, but if you leave for at least *3 weeks without notice (*I am a generous gal), your character will be postponed. However, if you RP as an important character, which includes the medicine cat, deputy, main antagonist, etc., you are expected to post a comment at least once a week, or more if you can
- You can only allowed to RP as one "prestigious character" each (for example, you cannot RP as both the FrostClan medicine cat and the SootClan deputy at the same time), but you are allowed to RP as many characters as you like, as long as you can handle it
- Let everyone get the chance to shine! Please try not to make your character(s) the main focus of attention all of the time!
- FrostClan lives in the frozen tundra (with SootClan residing in a burned forest) - similar to Northern Canada, for example. That means that there are no farms, leaf-bare lasts longer than usual, the snow stays on the ground for much of the year, herbs are few and far between, Twoleg dogs are less common (but are larger and more vicious), and the prey is different, as well
- **Remember: FrostClan is generally known as being compassionate, charismatic, adaptable, and accepting; SootClan however, is commonly referred to as being much more wary around strangers, [just as] adaptable, dauntless, and its members are, in general, much better fighters compared to those of FrostClan**
- Apprentices can have crushes on other apprentices, but they cannot be mates until they are Warriors. In addition, Apprentices can have a crushes Warriors, and vice versa (but they cannot be mates until at least the Apprentice has become a Warrior). Also, Queens can be mates with other Queens, but only if both their former mates (toms) are deceased
- Have fun!
Territories:
FrostClan Territory:
(Note: I am unable to provide a detailed map at the moment, so the description below will have to suffice for now.)
The FrostClan camp lies at the center of their territory (which covers approximately 2.9 kilometers in all directions away from the camp) inside a giant cave, carving itself into the side of a giant stony hill. Throughout most of the territory, small shrubs, pine trees, fallen trees, and boulders dot the landscape, often covered in a thick veil of snow. A pool of water that lies directly beneath a waterfall provides a source of fresh, unfrozen drinking water all-year-round for the Clan, and is located a small distance south of the cave, on the other side of the massive stony hill. Rocky mountains form a barrier to the north, the ocean lies far off in the distance towards the West, a small Twolegplace resides to the north of the FrostClan territory, and a charred forest lies South of the camp. (It is in this torched piece of woods that FrostClan's rival Clan lives: SootClan, formerly known as PineClan.) In addition, several shallow brooks and streams crisscross the FrostClan territory, and a sparse spruce forest also lies to the East. Their most common prey are hares, snowy owls (as wells as other species of birds), and mice.
SootClan Territory:
(Note: I am unable to provide a detailed map at the moment, so the description below will have to suffice for now.)
SootClan, formerly known as PineClan, resides directly south of FrostClan. They have a much smaller territory than their rival neighbor's, and the gradually approaching threat of Twolegs building new Thunderpaths and Twoleg nests to the East and Southeast, as well as the forest they live in - which was once lush and full of prey - now almost completely reduces to ashes, doesn't help their situation. The camp is surrounded by numerous closely-knit pine trees and large boulders that act as a natural defense. Other than that however, there is truly nothing remarkable about their territory, and everything about itscreams "desperation mode". Their diet typically includes hare (which they normally acquire by hunting in FrostClan territory), mice, and ravens. However, they commonly resort to scavenging food to survive, with practices including dragging away creatures that were killed on Thunderpaths, eating rotting meat that they may find littering their territory, and sometimes even rummaging through Twoleg garbage bins. (**Because of this very demanding and unforgiving lifestyle, SootClan has been losing members at a somewhat alarming rate as of late, either through starvation, or because some simply abandon their Clan and either attempt to join FrostClan, or they choose to live with Twolegs, or as rogues.**)
FrostClan Members:
Leader - CHOSEN
Name: Mintstar || Gender: She-cat || Age: 4 season cycles (years) || Clan: FrostClan || Rank: Leader || Sexuality: Pansexual || Eyes: Mint green || Fur: Soft white fur with gray spots, and black paws || Physical Traits: Long tail, long legs, a very beautiful face, small paws, a thin, delicate frame || Scars: Various slash scars across her right shoulder, several nooks in her ears, and a small scratch across her muzzle || Personality: TBD || Mates/Crush/Kits: None || Kin: Cloudrunner (father) - deceased; Flintfoot (mother) - deceased; only kit in her litter, and the last in her bloodline as a whole || Likes: Being fair, gazing up at the stars, hunting (in secret), communicating with StarClan, her Clan || Dislikes: SootClan, Twolegs, Thunderpaths, Monsters, dogs, the fact she has yet to find a mate, not knowing what to do, her anxiety || Additional Facts: She is deaf in one ear; she is a great hunter, even though she doesn't hunt nearly as often as when she was a warrior; she was orphaned at a young age, her parents both killed by a fox || Story: TBD || Player: Frostleaf2222
Deputy - OPEN
Medicine Cat - CHOSEN
Robinbright||She-Cat|| 32 moons old. || FrostClan || Medicine Cat || Straight || Green || Brown tabby||A slim, sleek, slender build, and sleek, shiny fur. ||She has many scars, from when she was a Warrior. || Robinbright is kind, sweet, and helpful, and loves kits. However, she is very socially awkward, and very shy and introverted. || None || All dead || Likes: The scent of herbs, being a Medicine Cat, swimming, hares, happy events, the scent of lavender, kits. || Dislikes: Excessive socialisation, SootClan, the heat, eating birds, her patients dying, fighting. || She's a very good swimmer. || Robinbright was born as a SootClan cat, and became a Warrior, but eventually decided that FrostClan was the better Clan for her, and, eventually, to become a Medicine Cat. || Player: Sparkly
Medicine Cat Apprentice - OPEN
Warriors - OPEN
Name: Snowpetal || Gender: She-cat || Age: 1 1/2 season cycles (years) || Clan: FrostClan || Rank: Warrior || Sexuality: Lesbian || Eyes: Sky blue || Fur: Sleek white fur with a black spot on her bottom and on her left shoulder blade || Physical Traits: Cute face, lithe body, slender legs, small paws, a curvy, very attactive bottom / butt, a very long tail, black whiskers, pointy ears, and a black nose || Personality: TBD || Mate/Crush/Kits: None (OPEN; crush) || Kin: Her father is unknown; Smallberry (mother); Tumbletail (brother) || Likes: Hunting, playing with kits, fooling around, seducing other she-cats, adventures, hare (favorite food) || Dislikes: Being alone, Monsters, Twolegs, Thunderpaths, dogs, fire, talking about her father, fighting, SootClan || Additional Facts: She is one of the best hunters in FrostClan; she suffers from slight bipolar disorder; she is an extremely fast runner; she daydreams often; she was always wanted to be a mentor to an apprentice; due to a time when food was especially scarce (when Snowpetal was born), her mother was forced to nurse her until she was over 6 moons old (and as a result, she still misses her mother's milk...); she has a crush on Swiftwind, a FrostClan Queen; her eyes used to be green as an Apprentice, but become sky blue as she matured into a Warrior || Story: TBD || Player: Frostleaf2222
Name: Swiftnight || Gender: She-cat || Age: 2 season cycles (years) || Clan: FrostClan || Rank: Warrior (former Queen) || Sexuality: Bisexual (leans more heavily towards she-cats though) || Eyes: Violet || Fur: Sleek, shiny black pelt with white paws, a small white patch on her chest, and a white spot surrounding her left eye || Physical Traits: Small, cute she-cat with an innocent-looking face, triangular ears, a small black nose, and white whiskers. She also has a rather lengthy tail, long limbs, and overall a very lithe, curvy body (hourglass shaped, which includes a thin middle section and a nice, attractive bottom) || Scars: One scar is present on her back right leg, and some nooks are present in her left ear || Personality: Sweet, charismatic, understanding, loyal, honest, seductive, low self-esteem, shy || Mate/Crush/Kits: None (OPEN) || Kin: TBD || Likes: Hunting, other she-cats, toms (somewhat), fish, climbing trees, exploring caves, acting like an apprentice, kits || Dislikes: Being left alone for too long (but she doesn't like large groups of cats either), SootClan, Twolegs, Monsters, Thunderpaths, dogs, birds that wake her up in the morning, getting up early, her body (overly conscious), ice || Additional Facts: She has really acute tracking skills; she often looks at her body in the reflection of water and frowns; her favorite food is mouse || Story: TBD || Player: Frostleaf2222
Apprentices - OPEN
Queens - OPEN
Elders - OPEN
Kits - OPEN
SootClan Members:
Leader - OPEN
Deputy - OPEN
Medicine Cat - OPEN
Medicine Cat Apprentice - OPEN
Warriors - OPEN
Apprentices - OPEN
Queens - OPEN
Elders - OPEN
Kits - OPEN
Cats Outside the Clans:
Rogues - OPEN
Loners - OPEN
Kittypets - OPEN
StarClan Members:
Members - OPEN
Located below is a basic template that you can follow to help you create your character if you find yourself getting stuck. Just fill in the info below, and post it in the FrostClan joining forum (link: wcrpforums.com/thread/39974/frostclan-sootclan-joining-page), and I will add it into the "FrostClan Members / SootClan Members" section(s) above!
For the "Additional Facts" part, it means you can put in extra details about your character. (Ex. If they are deaf, how good they are at hunting and/or fighting, if they were nursed from their mother for an extended period of time (in which they were weaned much later than the average kit is), if they were born as a rogue, if they have a particular phobia, etc.)Name: || Gender: || Age: || Clan: || Rank: || Sexuality: || Eyes: || Fur: || Physical Traits: || Scars: || Personality (Optional): || Mate/Crush/Kits || Kin || Likes: || Dislikes: || Additional Facts: || Story (Optional): || Player:
Well, there you have it! If you are interested in joining, well, feel free to do just that! Haha (I suck at invitations, I know.
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