Kingdom of Ram(RP Thread//always welcoming!)

OOC:
Here's the RP thread for the Kingdom of Ram. If you would like to sign up or discuss plot, go to the signup thread here: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1739347.0

As for the starting plot, the scouts are starting to get suspicious that the Kingdom of Ram might not be the only Kingdom out in the unforgiving ice. The King Tycon has been preparing himself for both peace and war alike, unsure of who these strange cats might be. Thoro believes they shouldn't be trusted if they show that they wish to join, but he is just in the dark to their intentions as anyone else.

IC:

The King awoke in his chamber, distraught by recent news the scouts bring; cat-like figures out in the distance wherever they lie, as if they were being stalked. How long might it be before one gets hurt? He had to find a way to speak to these cats. Tycon wondered wordlessly if these invaders had a camp. Maybe he should send a few Scouts to investigate the more outlying areas where caves are common. He got up off his luxurious bed and stretched, his paws calmed by the rug-ed tile beneath him.

Thoro awoke moments later, his belly to the air and paws curled up. His first reaction was to get off his bed, as his siblings were probably already awake and waiting for him in the throne room, as was custom. Heirs often left with the King when they first awoke—it just became customary to do so. As Thoro could only guess why, he worked quickly on grooming his fur until he was content with it. Today was his first day going out alone to gather the frosty herbs that resided in their territory. It'll be the same; It'll be the same he repeated to himself over and over again. Why was he so nervous?

Thoro left the room and found himself alone in the throne room, expect for his father who followed him inside. "I guess they've already left," he wondered aloud. His brothers and sister were probably busy enough to have a reason to leave early. Disappointed, Thoro decided to check the nursery; maybe he might find Seljnj(which Im guessing is pronounced selyinj, like mjollnir). He headed down the hall into the large room that often held many kits and their mothers. "Hello, Dearest Snowpelt," he said quietly as he found his way inside. "Have you seen my sister as of late?" Seljnj often visited the nursery; maybe he just missed her.

Tycon watched as his son Thoro left towards the nursery. Whatever business his son had there was none of his father's; at least not yet. Tycon left the throne room through it's large doors and headed upstairs. He had to inform the Scouts of his plans and intentions, and perhaps speak to the magi.

Thoro shook his head politely. "I'll pass, but the offer is most appreciated. I'll catch some on my way out, actually. We could use more Glowfrost(an herb) in case anyone else gets Frostcough. We don't need another death..." he said, excusing himself. He was, of course, speaking of his mother's death. He kept blaming himself for the panic he showed under her guidance when she fell ill. If only he acted more calmly—now was not the time for him to show weakness; his actions can't be changed. He focused on the task ahead of him; medic groups usually went out in ones or twos, but with the apparent arrival of these catlike figures, he could only wonder what could happen while he went out there.

As Thoro planned to leave, he spotted Sylthan calmly walking down the stairs from the second floor. Sylthan had been busy for some time now, but only Tycon really knew what was going on. The black and white tom was always mysterious in his methods but kind in his heart, so Thoro ignored what he was up to for the most part. Sylthan entered into the royal hall, seemingly towards the nursery. He still hadn't seen his youngest brother, nor his sister. Thoro wondered why, but quickly forwent that thought, focusing on the task ahead. He had rubbed some Heatweed(another herb) poultice on his fur, hoping it would keep him warm out there as he opened the doors. He left out into the quiet snow, determined to show his mother he could do this alone. His light pawsteps barely left a mark in the slow, allowing him to travel unhindered.

ooc: I plan to have a full list of herbs tonight. I'm currently at work, otherwise I would do it now.

Thoro stopped when he heard a large crunch of the snow. That was the sound of a deep pawstep. He saw Eaglewing from afar, and hurried to his side with his usual quiet, brisk pawsteps with a mouthful of herbs. "Did you hear that?" Thoronis asked, gazing the opposite side of Eaglewing. If there was something, he did not want to confront it alone.

Sylthan walked towards the nursery, greeting Shadow and Jewel as he passed by , deciding to pay a visit to Snowpelt. He walked with both the grace of royalty and the humility of an old sage. "How are you, Snowpelt?" he asked as the door opened. "I thought you were lonely in here—the least I could give you is someone to talk to." He laid down beside her, his amber-orange eyes glowing with kindness; he may not look like Tycon, but he definitely had adopted the kind attitude of the king. "Your litter must be close."

Ooc: Sure thing! We would love a potential ally, since I've already planned for another group to appear and be enemies. You guys can feel free to RP some of them, kind of like important NPCs.

Thoro growled with the ambition of a warrior guarding his territory. "Who goes there?" he questioned. These might be the cats that have been sighted along their territory. "Reveal yourself and your affiliation."

Sylthan smiled gently. "Good to know. It's been long since we've had the noise of young kits. I've started to miss it. I hope they grow to be strong. Now, I hope you don't mind if I excuse myself," he returned. "I have a lot to do. Today is the first day I shall be holding a meeting, as Father has wanted. Apparently we're going to be discussing plans for those strange cats we can sometimes spot out there. They're fast, so we can never get close to them before they escape. But we need answers. Take care, Snowpelt!" As he spoke he was already starting out the door, leaving after he said his goodbyes. The strange cats sighted have been known to steal prey and herbs, so the faster this was solved the more bountiful the harsh tundra could be.

ooc: Yes. You can come up with it or not, but I will tell you the gist of it. Also the magi den is on the second floor up a tower in the far back. The other two towers are for scouts.

Ic: Sylthan propped himself beside the throne, reciting the words and topics he was going to speak of. They seemed so clear, but when he wanted to speak them he started to feel them dissapear into his mind.

Thoro shook his head. "Denied. We have to see who they are—friend or foe. We attack if they do," he said, straightening himself up and walking towards the edge of their territory. "Come forth and show yourself. Are you friend, or foe?" he asked aloud, hoping he could be seen in the blizzard. His fur was a dark brown, so he hoped he was visible, at least for now.

Thoronis looked at Eaglewing, using the blizzard as voice cover, he said to his partner, "Let me handle the diplomacy. It would be better to know they are dealing with royalty."