~ Settling Into The Seasons : Roleplay Forum ~
~ Settling Into The Seasons : Roleplay Forum ~
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Posted 2020-12-01 10:03:30 (edited)
} Roleplay } Character { OOC Chat { |~| Summerclan |~| |~| Springclan |~| Deputy: Poppytail - (awaiting description...) Nightpetal - (awaiting description) Novices: Queens: ... |~| Winterclan |~| Deputy: Blizzardfang - (awaiting description) Iceclaw - (awaiting description) Mountaingale - Enormous dark brown tom with long hair and stripy pelt. Under his pelt, the tom is of stocky build, but not because he has eaten a few too many mice. His eyes are light green that tends to be narrowed in a piercing gaze. The dark stripes ornamenting his face, paws, and tail are the most definite ones. Due to his long fur for the rest of his body, it is sometimes hard to tell where one stipe ends and another begins. The pigment of his nose and paw pads are dull pinks. The bottom of his jaw and some parts under his belly and tail have some with a tint to them, but not much to be noticeable. Otherwise, his pelt is colored with greyish browns of various shades topped with many dark stripes. His tail is long and bushy. Easily sweeping leaves here and there when walking a dedicated gate. He might not be as fast as his lighter counterparts or as agile as cats smaller than he tends to be, but for that, he makes up with his size and might. He isn't afraid to throw his weight around when he feels it to be needed. Rovers: Falconfeather - Small grey she-cat with a white stomach, throat, muzzle, and cheekfur. The ridge of her back is shaded a bit darker grey, and she is covered in black-spotted tabby markings. Her tail, naturally bobbed, has a white ring around its base, making it look almost entirely white-- but the tip is still grey with black spots. Her toes on both of her back legs are also white. She has bluish hints of lynx points on her feet and face. Her chin, ear tips, and arches above her eyes are black. The eyes themselves are leafy green, but one is missing. It was shot out by a child's BB gun, not purposefully. Because of this, her eyesight has been greatly hindered (she can still see out of her good eye, but she has a huge blindspot and gets headaches from straining her good eye) and her rank in the clan-- previously Rover-- is being reconsidered. She is cold and distrusting towards outsiders but inside her clan, she's actually quite sociable and gets along pretty well with everyone. Frostpaw - Frostpaw's coat is absolutely stunning. As a black smoke, he is littered with silvery hues from his undercoat, most apparent on his tail, belly, and lion-like mane. Already the tom is good-looking like his father before him, despite still growing into his awkwardly large paws. Clearly, he will be a tall cat, littered with trained muscle like his older sister. He has darker ghost stripes littered throughout his coal-colored coat, but he lacks any white spotting. (Hailstar) Queens: ... |~| Autumnclan |~| Deputy: Robinheart - (awaiting description) |
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Posted 2020-12-01 15:08:18 (edited)
|~| The Beginning Of The Clans |~| Everyone was tired. There was no denying that. They had been trekking for miles on end. No one knew how long it had been. They had lost some here, gained some there. It didn’t help when Fawnfur’s kits came around. She was the only she-cat that birthed during the journey. Summerpelt, Springheart, Autumnleap, Palerose, and Winterbreeze were all standing on a ridge, staring down in awe at a large expanse of land with tiny streams lacing the territory. All of their friends stood respectfully behind them, all categorized with who they knew best. They had all come with interesting histories. Some lived with humans, others escaped the pounds and adoption shelters, a few came from the alleys, and a handful even appeared from the unforgiving, harsh wildernesses near the cities. All they needed was to be together, and they slowly nursed back to health. That’s when Summerpelt and Springheart came up with the great idea of finding a peaceful place they could all live, away from the humans, shelters, alleys, and the deadly wilderness. They had come all this way… and it was believed that they had found it. The felines suddenly burst into happy cries, rushing down the slope, but the first five remained, eating up the land with their gazes. “So who will take what?” Summerpelt asked in his thick voice, his sneaky eyes gazing at the other cats. They all knew this question was coming. Winterbreeze was quick to answer. “I’m taking the white plateau over there,” he gestured at it with his paw, his stoic expression not leaving the flat structure. Springheart was right behind him. “And I’d like that deep valley with the flowers!” She smiled, a light purr emitting from her throat. “Well, if no one else is, I’m taking that place filled with palms.” Summerpelt pointed at it, smirking. “It’ll do.” Autumnleap and Palerose exchanged glances. The tom rubbed his head on his mate’s. “How about that foresty cove?” He suggested, looking over at a patch of colorful leaves. The curly she-cat smiled, looking down at her slightly swollen belly. She nodded. “It will be great for us all.” She sighed before resting her head on Palerose’s shoulder. With that, the four cats went their separate ways. Winterbreeze took charge of his wild group, reining them in with his reprimands, and was crowned the leader of his Frostbite Plateau, and became Winterstar of Winterclan. Summerpelt and his cats became well accustomed to the sand between their toes and the lulls of the waves. They enjoyed his lazy ways on Heatstroke Shore and decided to follow them for a while, and he became Summerstar of Summerclan. Springheart taught her friends happiness and abundance in Wildflower Valley. They enjoyed her showing them live’s many glees and were happy to call her Springstar of Springclan. Finally, Autumnleap and Palerose settled down into the dense Cardinal Forest, which had red leaves strangely year-round. The cats that had gone with them liked their quieter, calmer, and overall more introverted nature, and quickly accepted the dark brown she-cat as Autumnstar of Autumnclan soon after she kitted. Although Autumnstar had claimed the position of leader, she still believed in ruling her clan as one with her beloved mate Palerose and their little Thistlekit. (Wix Website Coming Soon For The Four Clans!!) |
katastrophic #12334 |
Posted 2020-12-01 15:08:32 (edited)
That cat was Maplestar, the hardworking leader of Autumnclan. He was standing a few tail-lengths away from his den, located within the roots of a giant maple tree. His yellow eyes scanned his camp, ears twitching every now and then as the sounds of the awakening forest grew. He spotted his sister, Fallingleaf, and his hues met her own. They were a lovely deep blue, and they gave off a beautiful... aura, almost. "Good morning, sister." He purred, padding over to her. "Where are you going?" "To put thorns in Hailstar's nest." She responded with humor in her eyes. Her tail twitched as she looked out to the forest. "Hunting. What else would I be doing? I'm a Shikari; It's my job to help provide for the clan." "Of course," Maplestar nodded, rubbing his cheek against his sister's. "I shouldn't keep you, then. Safe hunting," He added. Although the leader of Autumnclan gave off the impression of being unsentimental with his clanmates, he couldn't help but worry about Fallingleaf from time to time. "Will do." Fallingleaf cuffed his ear lightly before trotting out of the camp clearing, her ears already alert for the nearest prey. A large, dark tom was awakened by the somewhat lulling sound of the waves not far from his clan's camp. It was strange how the noise from the water helped put him to sleep, but also woke him up. It was all part of a cycle, he presumed. Lifting out of his comfortable nest lined with soft down, he let out a silent yawn, his pupils fixing themselves to the light. Coalstar let out a silent huff as he looked out of his den, a sort of cave formed in the crack of a giant rock. It seemed like the best place for a leader like himself to stay, given he had a great viewpoint of his clan's camp just from here. "Oh, Summerclan." He whispered to himself, shaking out his fur. "Just wait. They'll learn to never taunt you again," With that, the tom sat down and began to groom his black pelt, watching the sunrise over the shore with light awe. A little chill is what rose the thick-furred healer of Winterclan. She spent no time lingering around in her nest. Having such an important role in the clan, she had to be ready at all times. The she-cat took a few moments to straighten her herb stores and re-fluff her nest before strolling out of her den, which was made out of thick rocks. The entrance was covered with a thick wall of vines, as all the dens were. Frozenivy twitched her short tail thoughtfully, and her eyes drifted towards the Elder's Den, one of the most sheltered areas on Winterclan territory, second to the Nursery. She wondered faintly how her father, was doing. Well, why not go see him, then? She wondered faintly. Puffing up her fur, the pale molly padded over to the Elder's Den, poking her head in to see if he was awake. A pair of hues reflected back at her in the dimness of the den, and she entered. "Frozenivy?" A masculine voice rasped, confusion laced within. "Is something wrong?" "No, father." She reassured him, walking over to him. As her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, she noticed how Juniperpelt seemed in good condition physically, and smiled. "Just coming to check on you." "Ah," Juniperpelt sighed, and she saw his tail twitch a little. "You have turned into a great healer, Frozenivy." He purred, reaching up to give his daughter a quick lick on the shoulder. Warmth filled her body as Frozenivy sat beside her father and a small purr rumbled in her throat. "Thank you." She said, dipping her head. She began to groom her father's fur. Even before the sun began to rise, a little she-cat had already started her day. She had inched out of her clan's camp, and anyone would think she was sneaking out. She simply didn't want to wake anyone up early, and she didn't. Now, she was smiling at the yellow and orange flowers around her, sparkling in the early morning sun from the dew on their petals. No wonder they call it Goldenflower Meadow. Tinyrose mused, and continued walking. Being a Rover, the molly was almost always on her paws. She rose before the sun every day to complete her Dawn Patrol and afterward would spend time checking the borders of Summerclan and Winterclan, the two clans bordering her own. Her eyes, nose, and ears were alert for any out-of-the-ordinary smells, sounds, and sights, but so far, she didn't see anything. However, I did smell that fox earlier. She remembered, but flicked the thought away. The smell was quite stale, and the scent had been heading in the direction of Winterclan. They can deal with their own predators if it happens to go near their camp. Tinyrose's stomach grumbled a complaint a few minutes later, and she sighed. Having forgotten to grab a quick bite before she left, she now paid the consequences. She tried to keep hunting minimal, but when she needed to, she knew how. Her ear twitched as she heard a squeak. Mouse. She noted, and spotted the plump creature not that far away. It foraged around in the wet grasses, completely oblivious to the feline creeping up behind it. With a soundless pounce, the rodent didn't even have a moment to squeal before it was nipped swiftly. Laying down, the small she-cat pulled the mouse closer to her before tucking her paws beneath her chest, and she began to eat. - - ~ - - |
katastrophic #12334 |
Posted 2020-12-02 08:17:40 (edited)
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katastrophic #12334 |
Posted 2020-12-06 20:33:34
Leopardstride | Tom | Rover (SummerClan) | Location: SummerClan territory (border) | Mentions: N/A The tom had left camp for what felt like ages ago, back before the sky was tainted a creamy-peach by dawn's light. He had felt himself restless, partially because he wasn't eager to rise and find himself being bossed around. That was what was best about being a rover: he got to come and go, leaving camp without getting in trouble because it was his duty to do so. Being predictable? It wasn't his style. A predictable rover was a dead rover. The sand of SummerClan's territory was cool, yet to singe his pads because the sun was yet to be high in the sky. He could've stayed at camp to watch the sun climb in the sky over the bountiful waterfront, but he had better things to attend to. He had seen that sun rise and fall moon after moon. If he didn't get out there and do his duty, his clan wouldn't have the honor of watching the sun rise in front of the ocean (?). They'd be snuffed out by one of the other clans, or by some roaming predator if he wasn't out on patrol to ensure that their borders were secure. He did take duty to heart- but Leopardstride also enjoyed the independence of patrolling, and occasionally snooping on the other clans to see what their culture was like. He respected SummerClan, but he was always curious of what rested beyond their borders. That was the beauty of being a rover: learning and exploring, but doing it in such a way that your curiosities weren't obvious. They wouldn't know, if they could never catch him. |
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