Posted 2024-03-04 08:17:58 (edited)
Boulderclan
Home of the brave and bold.
BOULDERCLAN IS A WORK IN PROGRESS. I HAVE NOT MADE A CHATTER TOPIC BEFORE.
This role-play is now OPEN.
Sorry if anything is wrong or if I posted this in the wrong place, I'll try to fix it.
You sprint through the trees, your pawpads barely touching the snow underfoot. You swerve out of the way of the blinding white rocks and brush. Your legs ache, your lungs are sore. Yet, you are unable to stop. Fate is carrying you this way, and you wish to follow it. Huffing, puffing, a rabbit jumps across your line of sight. What the heck? You slowed down slightly, unsure what was happening. Your mouth opens for a moment. An unknown cat shoots past you, and you stop abruptly and sit there, astonished. Your jaw is wide open. Another cat shoots past, stopping as they see you.
"You do know you're on Boulders territory, right? You gotta know Boulder if you roam around here." The unknown cat spoke, their voice sounded oily and sleek. A shiver went down your spine, yet you held your ground.
"I'm not from here," You start to mew "I was just... looking for a new start..?" The cat could sense your uneasiness and fear, it seemed to have pleasure in that. Their tail was whisping around in the blowing, icy wind. It didn't speak again, instead, it signed with its tail for you to follow. You don't know what compelled you to follow, but you did. They lead you through the icy wasteland, their paws lightly gliding over the snow. They lead you into a cave, the entrance covered with vines and roots, then dusted with snow. As the two of you pushed past the growth, your eyes widen in awe as you see the place they call home. Yes, it was damp, and kind of dark, but you liked it. There were quartz chunks occasionally sticking out of the walls or ceiling. The vines were a beautiful green, and the moss was soft and fluffy. There was a stream, you noticed, and there were cats having a drink from it. There were little crevices with cats entering and exiting from-you assume these are dens-but you're unsure.
"This place is beautiful," You mew under your breath, blinking and taking in the whole scene.
"Oh, we know. That's why we love it so much. It can get quite cold during Leafbare, though." The cat would mew. "Ah, that is my mistake.. I bring you here with no explanation and don't tell you thy name," It would chuckle. "It's Tricklingwaters, and I help lead this clan. No promises that everyone will accept you. You must earn their respect." You assume Tricklingwaters is a she-cat, based on her facial structure and attitude.(You're right) She pads off, and you pad over by the stream and lay down, watching the cats before darkness falls over the sky outside, casting shadows throughout the whole cave. You rest your head on your paws, and try to get some rest.
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-Tricklingwaters is OPEN to CLAIM. You will role-play as her, but you may not change her appearance, personality, or history.
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