KINGDOMCLAN OVERALL ROLEPLAY THREAD

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    Tantibus was fit for his name, which meant "nightmare" in the lovely tongue of birds. How intriguing it was that such a cat chose such a name for himself! Tantibus. How easily it would slide off the tongue, as though a mere raindrop. And yet it was perhaps the strangest name a king had chosen. Others had chosen warrior names, such as Sundrop, Opalsong, names like that. Though given the choice, no other king had ever given himself a singular name. But then, what more is a name but a title? That's what Tantibus thought. Yawning, he cantered from the main tower, tail tip flicking back and forth.
    "All those loyal to the king, gather in front of the dining table for a meeting!" he exclaimed, jumping onto the wooden table with pronounced grace and finesse. The dark tom knew what would go down at this meeting. A battle plan, the plans for the upcoming Giving Day, and perhaps some promotions. And then he'd take Stormcloud to Silver Creek.


    Dracosketch had woken up super duper early, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sunrise before the meeting. It was common news, this meeting. No one knew what Tantibus would state in this meeting, but everyone knew about it. Luckily, she'd woken up earlier than expected, and even the gloomy drizzle falling couldn't lower her euphoric feelings. As she'd watched the sunrise, the blue tortie had thought about what she'd do that day. Help various creatures. It would be kind, considering the was the younger holder of magic.
    As the king called the summoning, Draco pulled herself to her paws, and stalked drowsily into the Dining Hall. "I'm here first! What do I get?" she prompted jokingly, sitting down. Her usual light violet bag was slung over her shoulder, containing who-knows-what, and that's was Tantibus was looking at when he cast a humorous smile in Draco's direction.


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  • Shiningarmour slipped in,through the side door. Being the knight he was,Shiningarmour was up before dawn watching the castle walls. He sat next to Dracosketch,nodding once to his king.


    (Museless.)

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    The black she-cat strode casually out of her room and towards Tantibus. Her arch arched up in a stretch as she padded closer to see what the leader had to say. A playful smirk danced on her lips, when she sat down. Her blue eyes were unreadable with her tail flickering from side to side.


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    Tail swaying, Tantibus bid a single nod to this small Clan.
    "As most of you would do well to remember, Giving Day is drawing near," he began, voice taking on a care-free, airy tone. Oh, how he loved this tradition! Quickly shaking his head, a smile grew upon his dark face. "It will be most excellent!" the king announced happily, picturing how the castle would look once decorating was complete. "As some might remember, often we take half a day to decorate our woe-be-gone home. Now, I've taken the liberty of helping to complete a few annual things, but the decorations themselves are all up to you!" Tantibus grinned, stepping aside to reveal a pile containing various items. Piled up beside this, were many green-brown vines tied in clumsy knots together. Strung upon them were colorful rocks and pebbles and shells from the river, and the occasional fish bone. In the main pile, there were many items, some having small leaves or grass blades to hang them by, the others simple knick-knacks to place around.
    "Don't get started yet!" the king warned quickly. "I have some promotions, and I must speak with some cats once that's through."


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  • ic shiningarmour perked his ears. this interested him-promotions. shiningarmour blinked once before nodding one. "Of course."he murmured quietly,adding to the conversation. the tom shook his fur out and gazed at the leader,trying to read who would be promoted. it wasn't like shiningarmour was excited-no,he couldn't decide that until after he heard who was going to be promoted.


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    Tantibus paused for dramatic effect, than repeated softly, "Promotions." He smiled broadly towards the small, gathered Clan, and then cleared his throat. "Due to the low amount of grand council members, I have decided to appoint one of our higher positions to a knight of the round table," he began slowly, rolling his eyes. MagicClan had encouraged him to do this, though the king wasn't sure why. "Shiningarmour? Please come up to the table," Tantibus mewed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he plastered a smile upon his dark features, and faced them. He cast an apologetic look in Smokescreen's direction.


    Dracosketch smiled at Shiningarmour, brown eyes gleaming. Despite being a younger cat, she still wanted to be very involved in KingdomClan. Especially with her history.
    Pawing through the lavender bag, she hooked a blue jay feather carefully on a claw and fished it out. Still careful, she tucked the feather behind one ear, and waited for Tantibus to continue the meeting.


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  • ic shiningarmour couldn't help but shudder in excitement. he leaped up onto the table,without moving from his sitting position before leaping. the knight stood tall,flicking his tail and showing a very rare smile. He nodded once at dragonsketch before stretching long. the knight felt bad for smokescreen,knowing he was taking her place. he felt the twinge of a guilty feeling-one he hadn't had in a long time.


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    Silverthorn sat beside the others, trying not to draw attention to herself. The two small kits by her feet began to roll around, as the gray one had bitten her annoyed brother's ear one too many times. "Hush, sweets. There is a meeting going on." she purred, wrapping her tail around the black kit and holding him close. With a sigh of defeat, the gray tabby laid on the ground. She flicked her tail angrily as her own mother displayed more affection for her brother. How unfair!




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    [align=center]I am the Mystery of the Marsh, the Terror of Terokkar, and the Nagrand Slam. I have been to Hellfire and back, on the Blade's Edge, and Into the Nether. I have been in the Shadow of the Betrayer because I am the Loremaster of the Outland.
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  • SmokeScreen


    Smoke could practically feel the guilt rolling off of the cats and she rolled her eyes dramatically. To be honest, she couldn't care about her rank but then again, she once had been a rogue. She blinked, her tail curling slightly as she held her tongue. If it hadn't been the leader then maybe she would have spat out some inappropriate being the unruly cat that she was. Instead she stayed silent, keeping her eyes pricked to listen to the first of the ceremony.

  • ic mustangkit entered the throne rome,quietly slipping in next to ashkit. his eyes sparkled as he looked up at his brother,smiling a bit. his scars were evident. he stretched he paw,flexing them until all of the sleeping cramps were out of his paws. shiningarmour nodded once at mustang,holding back a jaws and kneading his paws on the table.


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    Ashkit flicked her tail as she nodded to Mustangkit. Her eyes were bright and cheerful at his sitting next to her. Looking back up to her mother, Ashkit laid down. Silverthorn purred happily as Blackkit began to snore softly.




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    [align=center]I am the Mystery of the Marsh, the Terror of Terokkar, and the Nagrand Slam. I have been to Hellfire and back, on the Blade's Edge, and Into the Nether. I have been in the Shadow of the Betrayer because I am the Loremaster of the Outland.
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    " so they dug your GRAVE in the MASQUERADE "


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    Tantibus bit his tongue quickly to prevent from saying something completely off-topic and odd, then offered a slight nod to the Clan for no reason.
    "Shiningarmour of KingdomClan, we have chosen you to take on a higher authority and a greater role. However, as they say, with great power comes great responsibility. Do you, humble knight, accept this role?" the king prompted, taking care to make each word loud, clear, and absolutely perfect. After all, a good performance was said to topple them all! Instantly, Tantibus pictured decorating for Giving Day after this promotion was good and done with. He'd certainly take part. For one, he was the king, the highest role in this half-constitutional, half-absolute monarchy! And for second, what cat wouldn't want to?
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    haha
    totally cheesy promotion thingie-ma-bobber
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    " and they called you OUT at the mess you MADE "

  • [of course. XD Who made your fancy,I must ask? *it's pebble]


    shiningarmour stood straight,his eyes glinting in the soft light filtering into the old throne room. "i accept this role,and will perform it to my best ability."he said. his words rung through the room,not as perfect as the king's but still very advanced in tone. shiningarmour glanced once at his adopted brother and nodded back at him and mustangkit grinned cheekily. mustangkit turned his gaze towards ashkit and smiled even wider,his old joking personality coming back.



  • " so they dug your GRAVE in the MASQUERADE "


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    Tantibus smiled. "Shiningarmour, we are pleased you have accepted this role, and welcome you to the knights of the round table," he pronounced, and gave the newly-promoted tom a nod. Looking up at the broken stained glass windows above, he made a quick decision. "One last matter of business. Tonight, come back here if you'd like to hear the story of the King's Serpents!" the king announced loudly, then cleared his throat. After all, this tradition hadn't been done in a while, the library tradition. And even longer had the span grew from the last time he'd heard the King's Serpents. Why, that was way back when Javier had last told it! The King's Serpents. An oldie, but a goldie. It'd be perfect! After all, what kit hadn't wondered about the green and red serpents at the entrance?
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    Made it myself. uvu
    I'm still adding in that whole piece about the serpents, so just wait.
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    " and they called you OUT at the mess you MADE "

  • [aww... you make good fancies,just sayin. and mkay.]


    shiningarmour gave a quick nod,leaping down from the table and padding towards the window,staring out it,his eyes shining in the pre-noon light. mustangkit leapt up,bounding towards the king. he grinned,not noticing the was his pelt was lit like flames in the light.



  • " and the FOREST that once was GREEN "


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    Dracosketch watched as Tantibus looked at Mustangkit, carefully concealing the realization in his eyes. But Draco could feel it. Her gaze flickered back to Mustangkit, watching the flame pattern shimmer before Tantibus cleared his throat and mewed, "You are now welcome to take some decorations and decorate the castle." Joy bubbling up inside her, the tortoiseshell sprung up and bounded over to the pile in a single leap. She shoved a few random items inside her lavender bag, and cast her sights upon the tower. The fourth tower. Surely some gold adornments could spice up this dreary gray castle? Draco bit her lower lip, remembering one of the laws in the Clan code:
    No one may take something from the Fourth Tower.
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    " was colored BLACK by those KILLING MACHINES "


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    shiningarmour cleared his throat,having stepped back into the door. "dracosketch. do you need me to carry the bag?"he asked,his eyes resting on her. the large knight of the round table stood above her,raising a eyebrow. mustangkit,silently,watched the reconition in the king's eyes. he ignored it,not knowing why he was looking at mustangkit that way. the flame red tom yawned and flopped down,looking up at the king. "please,tell us a story!"he said,grinning.
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    " not unless you're a coward. "[/fancypost]

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    Ashkit sighed as she began to lick her paws. Blackkit laughed at her as he curled up next to his mother. Silverthorn pulled Ashkit close as she started to walk back to the nursery.




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    ohmygoshohmygosh I love that song in Draco's fancy :D







    [align=center]I am the Mystery of the Marsh, the Terror of Terokkar, and the Nagrand Slam. I have been to Hellfire and back, on the Blade's Edge, and Into the Nether. I have been in the Shadow of the Betrayer because I am the Loremaster of the Outland.
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  • " and the FOREST that once was GREEN "


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    "Errr..." draco considered for a moment. Help would be nice, considering how much it could weigh, but surely she'd get in trouble? But then, didn't Tantibus adore Giving Day? She frowned, the shook her head. "No thanks. I'm fine," the tortoiseshell replied, and hurried out of the room. She instantly fixed her brown gaze upon the Fourth Tower, trying to figure out how to get in. After all, a red-brown metal bar blocked entry at the door. "If only I knew more about my Element! I could whisk in and out in a flash!" Draco murmured, staring at the tower. She then looked to the gate, and slipped under it. Racing around the perimeter of the castle, she halted quickly as she saw the Fourth Tower from the outside. Another wooden door, this time much smaller than the one in the front. Draco looked around quickly, then darted inside, hoping she'd been unseen.
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    Dirty Paws is an awesome song. c:
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    " was colored BLACK by those KILLING MACHINES "



  • " so they dug your GRAVE in the MASQUERADE "


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    Tantibus blinked for a moment, then glanced uncertainly at the room's exit. How was he supposed to reply? He'd never told a story in his lifetime; not once! In fact, he'd have to reread the Cat's Tongues Scrolls just to jog his memory of the King's Serpents! But surely it would be good practice? He hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the door. "Silverthorn?" the tom called, wondering if she'd allow them to come and listen. It'd be improv, of course, but still! "Could Ashkit and Blackkit stay for some practice-storytelling?" Tantibus prompted, then looked back to Mustangkit. "Have you heard the story of the Grand Journey?"
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    Sorry for the new traditions and stuff, but KingdomClan is still in it's early stages. The Grand Journey is different from the Great Journey; you'll see why in the story.
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    " and they called you OUT at the mess you MADE "