🐾 Fallen Stars [On-site WC RP] [LITERATE] [OPEN] 🐾

ROLEPLAY // CHARACTERS // OOC

P L O T L I N E

Many moons ago, the four clans had lived in relative peace after the banishment of SkyClan. Prey had become plentiful with the new territory, but disputes would eventually follow. ThunderClan was unsettled with exiling their brothers and sisters- their medicine cat feared the wrath of their ancestors, regardless of their gain in new territory. WindClan was relieved to have them gone, given their leader’s personal disagreements with the SkyClan leader. Then came leafbare. ShadowClan’s frogs had frozen and their need for territory and better hunting grounds became their priority. They badgered ThunderClan for their rights to the former SkyClan land. RiverClan supported them. If they didn’t, they’d have ShadowClan knocking on their door, and they had no interest in that. ThunderClan relented, and war quickly broke out. WindClan sided with their neighbors, and RiverClan with theirs. Before long, RiverClan and WindClan were at odds as well, this time over the Horseplace after it grew abandoned. RiverClan became tense with ShadowClan after they refused to help them in their war. Before long, all four clans were against each other. “Unite or die” had been the prophecy given by StarClan, but their words went unnoticed. Blood continued to spill into the lake. Brother turned on brother. “Peace” seemed like some far off fantasy. Every time a cat stepped out of camp, they didn’t know whether they’d come back alive. So StarClan took action. The ground shook and collapsed, buckling underneath the paws of the battling WindClan and ThunderClan cats. An uncontrollable fire ravaged the Horseplace territory before stemming into RiverClan and ShadowClan. Before long, the clans had crumbled. The stars had vanished. WindClan’s leader had perished in the quake, while ShadowClan’s leader had burned with her clanmates. ThunderClan’s leader and deputy had died from wounds, while RiverClan’s leader vanished. All that remained was fragments, frightened and injured cats who banded together out of desperation. Now, they have no choice. They must become one, or suffer the consequences. And they must find their lost ancestors.

R U L E S

-this roleplay is LITERATE. 6 sentence minimum responses

-NO powerplaying, no mini-modding

-no sues, characters must have reasonable flaws

-semi-realistic characters. unique patterns are fine, but no neon purple kitties with bright orange spots

-no male calicos

-do not control another user’s character

-disabled (blind, deaf, amputated, etc) characters are allowed to be warriors and will NOT be forced to be medicine cats/elders. injuries are expected given the plotline

-keep genders even; limited to 3 characters per user at the moment!

-the goal is to keep this roleplay relaxed and slow-paced, please don’t spam responses (i.e no 1x1 responses) and take your time to respond

-Keep all chatter exclusively in the OOC linked above

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A L L E G I A N C E S

T H E    U N I T E D

Leader: Bearheart: wavy-furred piebald ticked tabby tom (#18414)

Co-deputies: (2/2)

Pinknose: small white cat with mint green eye (#610)

Littlebranch: small snowshoe she-cat with icy blue eyes (#40878)

Co-medics: (2/2)

Stormgaze: dark grey tom with lighter undersides, minimal white markings, and sea blue eyes (#12663)

Doerose: small, scarred, dappled red calico she-cat with gray-green eyes (#32445)

Warriors: 

Maplehaze: curly-furred reverse torbie with white spotting and vivid green eyes (#12663)

Duskwhisper: large, mostly white, long-furred she-cat with red highlights and blue eyes (#2003)

Apprentices: (2/5) (will expand w/ warriors)

Tidepaw: smoky-gray she-cat with thick, swirling stripes and blind blue eyes (#18414)

Halfpaw: silky-furred misty gray tom with striking green eyes (#16089)

Queens & Kits: (1/1)

Petaldawn: beautiful calico pointed she-cat with cobalt eyes (#610)

Elders: unlimited

T H E  C O D E

1. defend your warrior brethren, even at the risk of losing your own life.

2. the elderly, expecting, and sickly are always first to eat.

3. prey is killed only to be eaten.

4. kittens must be six moons or older to be apprenticed.

5. new warriors hold vigil for the night of their ceremony.

6. a deputy must have mentored at least one apprentice in their lifetime.

7. the new leader will be voted for by the clan by picking from the two co-deputies. 

8. territory must be checked and marked daily.

9. never neglect kittens.

10. a warrior rejects the life of a kittypet.

11. united as one, we fight for each other. the united is your family.

12. medicine cats are permitted to take up a mate, so long as their patients are still regarded as extended family and receive top priority.

For history and cats of the past, see here

Bearheart || Leader || Location: United Camp || Mentions: N/A

It was dawn.

The cats of the clans (or what was left of them) had chosen to gather around on the island, where they had once united in full clans under the safety of the full moon to share news. The isle used to be filled with the dull hum of conversing cats, a novel setting that created a warm and tiring sensation that had frequently lulled the former medicine cat to near-sleep. Now, the land felt barren and unwelcoming despite the small number of felines that now occupied it. They'd been together for just two days, trying to collect themselves and create organization while coping with their losses. Nonetheless, one could feel an occasional spark of tension between former enemies, now forced together to unite as brothers and sisters. Rivalries ran deep, some of them as old as the code itself. It would be no simple task, breaking these habits. 

On the first day, Bearheart was voted as their leader. Late last night, a second vote had been held, one with a purpose to select a pair of co-deputies among the gathered warriors. The medics had been chosen almost instantaneously, with the fragments of the former clans left with slim pickings. However, picking a new pair of deputies, it wasn't as easy as picking the United's medicine cats. There were plenty of worthy felines to pick from, and only one clear winner had been selected from the voting members. The second co-deputy had resulted in a tie, and so Bearheart decided that he'd call for a secondary vote in a few days. It would give time for the two cats stuck in stalemate to prove their worth. 

But why, why two deputies?

Bearheart wanted fairness, he wanted to eliminate the sensation of hostility among a mass of cats. Their numbers were unknown- the patrols were yet to set out to scower the desecrated lands for any more survivors. They were afraid, and so they needed unity. Their leadership had to be legitimate and something the cats would follow. Two deputies would be better than one. When Bearheart came to pass, the new leader would be voted for out of the two trusted deputies, who would have proven their worth and grown into their role over the moons of service. It simply made sense to him. Of the people, for the people. 

He had slept in between the crevices of a rock pile, providing him with privacy and space to think. But also, Bearheart was an awfully large fellow- he couldn't exactly cram more cats in there with him. It was uncomfortable even for him. Better to leave the burrows between the roots of the gathering trees for the queens and young. Now he stirred in his unbearable quarters, disturbed by the dawn light that trickled inside. The gathering island was a temporary camp, at least for now. Of their home, it seemed to be the safest, most untouched by the wrath of StarClan. As the large tabby slowly snaked out of the small rock pile, he stepped carefully, odd for a cat of his stature. Ever since the ground had quaked beneath his paws, he feared disturbing the earth, in the event that it might buckle underneath him once more. 

What more, he feared being up late, when darkness fell over the land. Ever since the events that ravished their lands, the stars had vanished from the sky. Night-time felt hopelessly lonely and it made Bearheart feel more vulnerable than ever. He needed to be strong for them. 

Their new leader, with his wavy-furred coat dusted with debris of his rock-pile den, allowed his heterochromatic eyes to briefly scan the island. It would appear that he was the first to rise. Perhaps it was better that way- give them a chance to sleep, a chance for him to think on his announcement for dawn. Like it or not, it was imperative that they search the ruins of their former camps for survivors and whatever little supplies they could manage. But first and foremost, he needed to inform the United of their elected co-deputy.

And so he sat, fur untidy but his eyes of fire-and-ice as welcoming as ever, awaiting the rise of his few survivors. 

Doerose| Co-medic| Location: United camp| Mentions: Bearheart


Doerose was dreaming.

The calico she cat batted at the moss ball as it came rolling her way, though it rolled right past her paws. She let out a yelp as she came tumbling to the soft, earthy floor. The laughter of a high-pitched voice filled the air. "You can do better than that, Doekit!" Birchkit's familiar mew teased. Doekit leapt to her paws, barreling into her littermate, who squeaked in surprise. The two landed in a bundle of multicolored fur, when more weight was suddenly added to both. "Cypresskit!" Birchkit wailed from under her. "Get offfff, both of you! Mom!" Cypresskit laughed, plopping onto the ground. Doekit followed, smiling. Pinestorm watched them with her calculating gaze, though she said nothing. Doekit thought that she might say something loving to them, but she simply turned towards the wall, tail twitching. 

Doekit turned to watch her siblings, who were now having a very heated argument about why Birchkit didn't deserve to be jumped on so often. Cypresskit rolled her eyes. Doekit jumped into the conversation every time she didn't agree witch something, but besides that, she mostly watched her mother, who was now rising and falling rhythmically. 

Pinestorm never spoke to them, unless to scold them about why they couldn't do this or that. Never showed any sign of affection towards the trio. Doekit often wondered why other kit's mothers were different. Why their mother's and father's spoke to them lovingly, and how she could get Pinestorm to do the same. Doekit turned to say something to her littermates again, but didn't get the chance to as she was sucked out of the dream.

Doerose looked around for a few moments, wondering where everything had gone. Oh, right. She remembered. How could she forget? Everything was gone, lost in the fire that had ravaged camp. Her ears drooped as she recalled everything that had happened up until now. Fire, death, smoke, burns. That just about summed it up. She got up, limping out from under the roots she had been sleeping under. And the group of cats. She reminded herself. After the fire, she had found the rag-tag group of scattered cats. Like her, they had lost everything. Not just the fire, Windclan and Thunderclan had dealt with earthquakes. She frowned. The clans she had been at war with almost her whole life were now in the same boat as her, lost and broken.

As she turned around a bush, Bearheart, the now leader of The United, came into view. She bowed her head. She had respect for this cat, bringing everyone together after the disasters. Though she still couldn't stop the prickle that crawled along her spine when she saw him. This cat might've killed members of her clan, for all she knew. Any of these cats from other clans could've killed someone she knew.

Duskwhisper || Warrior || Location: United Camp || Mentions: Bearheart, Doerose

Duskwhisper's sleep had been troubled.  The still-fresh burns on her leg were painful, making it difficult for her to find a comfortable position.  That had been the least of her worries, though.  The murmurs and rustles of strange cats that surrounded her had made her pelt itch. She didn't know them.  She certainly didn't trust them. She suspected that she had even faced some of them in battle.  Of course, the Clan she had been fighting for, WindClan, didn't exist anymore.  It was gone, just like all the other Clans.  She and these cats weren't enemies anymore, but Duskwhisper didn't see them as allies.  They were just trying to survive in a new world.

On top of the other cats, the undergrowth of the island had pressed in on Duskwhisper.  She missed the openness of the moor and WindClan's camp.  After trying to sleep under one of the bushes for a while, Duskwhisper had found a small clearing on the outskirts of the island and made a nest there.  It was easier to sleep under the open sky with the breeze ruffling her fur.  She missed the stars, though.  She missed many things: her brother, her parents, her belief that WindClan would always do the right thing, the friendship of a cat who had betrayed her.

Thoughts of Swallowsky plagued Duskwhisper's waking and sleeping thoughts.  Duskwhisper alternated between hating Swallowsky for betraying her by spying for RiverClan and longing for the comfort she had taken from their friendship.   Duskwhisper had nightmares of the moment she had discovered Swallowsky's true allegiance.  Each time she awoke, Duskwhisper found herself hoping that it had actually been just that: a bad dream.  Then she remembered that it was real.

When the sun finally rose, Duskwhisper sat up and began ritualistically grooming herself.  The familiarity of her fur beneath her tongue was soothing and reminded her of a happier time.  She groomed herself until her fur was clean and pristine before heading into the main area of the island.  She found the United's chosen leader, Bearheart, and one of the co-medics, Doerose, already awake.  The sight of Doerose made Duskwhisper's burnt leg ache, reminding her of the reason she had joined the United in the first place.  She needed medical care for her burns.  Maybe she would seek out one of the medics later that day.  In the meantime, she perched at the edge of the clearing and waited for whatever was coming next.

Stormgaze

Co-Medic | Location: United camp | Mentions: Doerose & Bearheart

Rest never came easy to Stormgaze, oh he fell asleep well enough, but said sleep was rarely restful. Considering the last few days, Stormgaze's unrestful sleep had gotten worse. The tom barely had time to stop and ponder these past few days, treating injured cats one after the other. While part of him loathed what had happened, yearning to be back home curled up next to his former mentor, another part - the logical part - was telling him that this was bound to have happened at some point. After all, everything has an end, good or bad.

Sleepily blinking his sea-colored eyes open, he yawned softly as he stood up and padded out from under the small flowering bush that he'd taken shelter under the night before. Glancing around he spotted a few cats getting up, but mentally dismissed them without much thought. They would come to him or Doerose if any needed assistance. Speaking of the co-medic, Stormgaze looked over the camp and blinked at the sight of the she-cat. The feline, like all torties and calicos - reminded him of his dead sibling, Fadedkit. While the tom only had vague memories of his sickly sibling, he found himself wondering what it would be like if Fadedkit had survived more than the first moon of their lives.

Shaking his head from his more morbid thoughts, the tom sat down, deciding it was time to groom his coat. It would at the very least, allow him to do something while he waited for any others to awaken and things to started to get going. His eyes wandered once more as he groomed his fur, catching sight of a few cats that he recognized beside Doerose. Bearheart was one of the few that every cat recognized and knew. Stormgaze silently stared at the older tom, mentally going over what he knew about the tom as he groomed himself. Former medicine cat, he was a warrior before that. An interesting choice as a medicine cat, considering the rumor of his fierceness in battle. But an excellent choice for a leader.

He shook his head, turning his gaze away from the tom-cat, and returned his attention to grooming his coat, allowing his mind to wander. Being one of Riverclan's medicine cats was hard, being a warrior or medicine cat during the war had been stressful, and while Stormgaze was glad that it was over, he wished that Ashleaf was still around. While he knew he'd see her again, possibly when he or Doerose went with Bearheart to get his new name and nines lives. Was Bearheart going to get the customary leader name and nine lives? The tom wondered with a start. With everything that's happened, things are all up in the air. What's left of the clans is scattered. Did the moonpool even survive the quake? Are we going to find all the survivors? 

Stormgaze shook his head clear of the more negative thoughts that plagued his psyche. Quickly the tom finished up his grooming, and once again got to his paws. He was still for a few heart-beats before the tom let out a wordless rumble, wondering if he should grab one of the less injured cats and do a little herb hunting. While healing those around him was needed, it would be hard to do that without herbs. But first, he'd need to check his own stash, of herbs before checking in with Doerose to see if she had any. Turning around the grey tom trotted into the bush where he'd slept the night before, and nosed the small mouthful of herbs he'd been able to collect before the fire. There wasn't much. Herb hunting would defiantly be a must if Doerose didn't manage to get many herbs.

Maplehaze 

Warrior | Location: United Camp | Mentions: N/A

That day played over and over in her head, and she wondered what could have she done to get a different outcome. What could she have done, that would allow her beloved Scorchleap to live. She didn't know. That resounding unknown silence that answered her echoed oh so quietly. Yet it rang so loudly in her ears. Logically, she knew there was little she could have done, and even if she had it was likely that both she and her mate would have perished. Shaking her head, the torbie she-cat shook her head, clearing her mind of the silence as she padded out of the small flowerless shrub she'd taken cover in the night before. The she-cat gave her fur a shake, not bothering to groom it at this point. 

She glanced around the area, ignoring the cats around her and narrowing in on their surroundings. Whether this would continue to be The United's camp or not was unknown to her. If Bearheart had made an announcement about it, she'd probably been asleep or out hunting at the time. Maplehaze wasn't much for gossip, and she'd never spoken much to any of the cats around no matter their age or if they were former clan-mates. Honestly, she wasn't sure what Halfpaw - a former Shadowclan apprentice - would be called in this situation? Was he a clan-mate, or something different? Was the united even a clan?  While the fact that she didn't know the answers to these questions - and more - bothered her, there wasn't much she could do about it.

For now, they'd just have to continue on, trudge through what was bound to be hard times until The United got onto their feet. Maplehaze figured the struggle would be worth it in the end. She'd hate to end up as a loner or a rogue after all this. The only thing worse than a loner or rogue was a kittypet. The she-cat shivered and quickly cleared her mind of those thoughts. Before anything else happened, everyone would need food, as one of the less injured cats around, she figured that it was up to herself and possibly a few others to get everyone something to eat. 

✧Pinknose | Location: United Camp | Mentions: Bearheart✧

The small white poff of the curled up deputy slowly turned over, blinking sleep from their eyes. A wave of emotions washed over them. First confusion about the foreign landscape before them; then despair as they recalled the events of the last few days; and at last resolution over the irreversible. As one of the cats directly responsible for the wellness and prosperity of the surviving clan cats, it was their duty to put on a brave face and set an example. With that, they sat up and gave their pelt a quick straightening with their tongue.

Out of the corner of one eye, Pinknose saw Bearheart already sitting alertly, as if waiting. Taking this as a que to start discussing the actions of the day, Pinknose pranced right up to the large tom, having to look up to meet his gaze.

"G'morning, Bearheart! How'd you sleep?" they chirped, taking a seat directly opposite the tabby. They tilted their head as they spoke, showing genuine interest. Even though they were surrounded by strangers at best and former enemies at worst, Pinknose felt somewhat comfortable around Bearheart already. Perhaps it was his natural charisma, or simply the generosity they had heard and seen from the tom. Whatever it was, they felt honored to be his deputy.

"What patrols do you think are in order this morning?" they queried, still a bit shaky in their new role.

✦Petaldawn | Location: United Camp | Mentions: N/a✦

Soft afternoon sunlight flitted down through the canopy of the forest. A slow breeze tickled the undergrowth and brought the fresh scent of the lake up through the trees. Petaldawn was meandering down a well trodden path when a familiar scent caught her attention.

"Cherrylight!" she yowled, running towards him. She saw a glint of his red and white pelt, and forced her body to move faster. The trees became thicker and taller, and she had to weave madly between them. Eventually, they grew together and she had to climb and leap between the trunks. Cherrylight was gone and instead Petaldawn felt intense fear of something in the growing shadows. She became trapped between the oaks before she finally woke up, shaking and panting.

"Petaldawn, get up!" Scarletleap was nudging her gently. The plump she-cat sat upright, leaning against her father. Grief overwhelmed her and she buried her head into the old tom's shoulder. Scarletleap winced, hurting just as much for his daughter and the loss of his son in law.

"It's okay..." he soothed, giving her a comforting lick behind the ear.

Bearheart || Leader || Location: United Camp || Mentions: Doerose, Stormgaze, Duskwhisper, Pinknose

He wasn't alone for long. Before he knew it, cats were slowly crawling from their dens to greet dawn and wistfully recalling that they were no longer in their original homes. Instead of waking to familiar scents and faces, they found strangers and former enemies in their wake, plagued by the smell of their rival neighbors with a hint of smoke or rubble. It was one of their designated medics, Doerose, that seemed to rise first. It was fitting that the herbalists rise with the sun, so that they could prepare for the long day ahead of them. There were still cats suffering from injury, be it from a previous battle or one of the not-so-natural disasters. The tom's odd-eyes rested calmly on the female feline, sending a respectful nod in the direction of Doerose. 

Their elected leader felt a slight burning sensation underneath the wavy locks of his coat, taking note that someone was glancing in his direction. He shifted, unbothered and instead rather humbled. The tom would never be without his pride- he considered himself to be a rather handsome chap. Instead of awkwardly melting away underneath the gaze of others, he seemed to become lively in it, ruffling his messy fur in pride. The content tom turned, noticing that it was Stormgaze glancing in his direction. A small grin graced the tom's features. He could recall Stormgaze from a medicine cat gathering, back when the younger tom was an apprentice. It was comforting, having familiar faces around. He would do well in his position. 

It had come to the tom's attention that he did have a wounded warrior rising from sleep. Duskwhisper seemed to be lurking around the outskirts, almost indecisive about approaching their medics. Bearheart returned his attention to Doerose, giving the she-cat a subtle nod in the direction of Duskwhisper. Maybe they could get her fixed up, if the warrior was willing to allow them to do so. 

Camp had a melancholy feel, but all appeared to be uplifted upon the approach of the only voted co-deputy, Pinknose, an optimistic feline. He remembered the white-furred cat faintly from gatherings before, a RiverClanner. Bearheart hadn't dealt much with Riverclan, outside of their occasional relief to ShadowClan during their border skirmishes. As he tried to search through his memories, he could not recollect any quarrel with Pinknose. That was for the better. "Good morning," the piebald tom responded in a warm purr. 

At the deputy's question, Bearheart perked his ears at the direction of the gathering cats. He cleared his throat, speaking up so that they all may hear his words. "I believe it's time that we organize patrols to search for survivors in our old camps. It's a scene that I'm sure none of us wish to relive, but we need to scrounge up whatever supplies we can. We will begin with ShadowClan and RiverClan today, given that their territories are the closest." Bearheart longed to scavenge through his old ThunderClan home, to see if he could find any other familiar faces and unite them with the strangers. Alas, he knew that he needed to wait. ThunderClan and WindClan were a longer trek, and the United only had so many numbers to spare. 

Doerose| Co-medic| Location: United camp| Mentions: Duskwhisper, Stormgaze, Bearheart


Doerose glanced at Duskwhisper, wincing as she was reminded of her own painful burns. Like Doerose, the Windclan warrior had suffered with burns along her leg. Doerose did think it was strange, though, as it was Riverclan and Shadowclan that had suffered from the raging fires, not Windclan or Thunderclan. Perhaps she would ask about that. She knew she wouldn't, though. She couldn't see herself having a one-on-one conversation with any of these cats from other clans. She turned, walking over to the Windclan cat. What are the herbs for burns again? She wondered, racking her brain. Cricketpool would know. She thought sadly of the kind medicine cat. She missed her. Why can't I remember anything? Should I ask Stormgaze? She risked a glance at the co-medic. He didn't seem like a cat she wanted to talk to.

Doerose turned to watch as Bearheart called a sort of- Wait, what would it be called now? Could it still be called a clan meeting, if they weren't an official clan? She didn't know, but she decided to keep referring to it as such. Her ears perked, listening. She felt fear flood back into her body as Bearheart spoke. They were going back there? Her nose twitched, recalling the scent of burning fur and flesh. How could there be anything left in her clan? From what she'd seen, it looked like everything had caught on fire. Perhaps that was just her memories exaggerating, but she wasn't sure she could handle seeing the charred remains of her home. Her hackles raised uneasily.  I have to keep cool in front of all these cats. She reminded herself. She took a deep breath, calming her nerves. Focus on what needs to be done. Remember what herbs you need for yourself and these other cats. She began skimming through every herb in her head. Herbs to numb the pain are definitely one option. Was there any herb specifically for burns? She thought she might've remembered her mentor saying something about it once.