• OpalClan || The Clan of Jewels || Roleplay || Semi-Advanced •

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    im still here! just low muse...
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    i've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night - ☼ ★ ☾[font=estrangelo edessa]
    Noticing Gingerstar's pain, she figured that there might be a fracture. She didn't have any labored breathing, so her vitals were safe, thankfully. With sigh of relief, she lead the injured cats into the physician den. She began to work on Gingerstar first, since she was still at risk for internal bleeding. Snowyblossom began prodding her rib cage, stopping for a second or two to watch for any reaction. After locating the breaks in her ribs. After this, she left for the herb storage, bringing the previously listed herbs, along with comfrey, rush, bind weed, and poppy seeds. She set the poppy seeds and comfrey in front of Gingerstar, and set to work. As gently as she could, she aligned a twig horizontally with the leader's side, and held it there until she fastened it with a weak layer of cobwebs. She did this to the other side, and asked, "[color=mediumturquoise]Gingerstar, please stand up.    " Snowyblossom then began to wrap the bind weed and rush around her fasteners, creating a tight and thorough cast. Satisfied with her handiwork, she gathered her poultice herbs and took some into her maw to chew, ordering Glowpaw to do the same, as to help treat the other cats, and herself. When finished, she spat it out, and began coating the now dried wounds with it, protecting it with a smear of cobweb.
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    //Where did Sandstone interact with Plumleaf? I didn't see. >_<




    Firespirit nodded his head. "Alright, Shadowblaze. I'll talk to you later." Something was fishy about that tom-cat. However, the ginger male hardly thought much of it when he spotted Gingerstar. He padded over, blue eyes emotionless and unreadable as always, however concern twisted his face. "Gingerstar," he greeted with a small dip of his head. "Are you alright? Mentally and physically." Firespirit meowed, glancing over at the dead bodies of the two cats closest to the female. Well, besides Plumleaf, of course.




    Acornpaw had been watching from the sidelines, frustrated that he'd been unable to do anything. What if more cats had died? What if...ugh. It's too frustrating to think about. ////Open for interaction.




    ////Mistypaw is open for interaction.
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    OpalClan


    The Oracle


    The Tribe of Angelic Felines


    SpruceClan


    JungleClan

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    && v ooc question: can i have a link to 'the oracle'?
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    [fancypost bgcolor=#9F607B; border: dotted 2px #262024; text-align: centre; font: 12px georgia; color: #F2F1E4; overflow: auto; width: 240px; height: 300px;] The body of the tom stretched as he exited the den, then pressed itself against the cold floor of the camp. While less troubled than before, he still couldn't help but blame himself for not being there when all of it happened. He scanned the camp, looking for any other cats. Rosewing let out a small sigh before licking his paw and cleaning himself with it. At least it seemed like a better day so far. Or at least he hoped it would be. He stared toward the leader's den, then towards the camp exit, almost as if looking for something to do. But instead he just decided to wait until more cats woke up. It's best if he at least found someone feeling the same way he did, possibly to share his thoughts with. He tried to put on a smile, but foubd it rather difficult after everything, so he decided not to bother. "I can't just mourn all day, can I..?" He meowed at himself, questioning his choices up until now.

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    //Click here ! for The Oracle link, coast.




    Plumleaf glanced over at Sandstone and dipped her head in respect, then lifting it back up. "Yeah, it's a real shame that this happened. I feel sorry for especially you and Gingerstar, seeing how close you two were to Opalstar. Although I never was close to them, I'm mourning them almost as much as you." A kind smile crossed Plumleaf's face as her yellow eyes made direct eye contact with Sandstone.




    A smile tugged at the corners of Firespirit's mouth seeing how Gingerstar clearly bit back a retort of some sort. So she doesn't like me all that much, huh... He dipped his head, dark blue eyes flashing in concern and respect. "They will be grieved for greatly. And; I'm sorry for your loss. We'll all miss them, as you quite rightly said - they were great cats." His voice was deep with sorrow, even if it was false.
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    TIMESKIP!

    OpalClan

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    Chana ☀




    [align=center]❝If you command me to do something that I was already planning on doing the chances of me doing that thing automatically drop to zero.❞
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    The loner was currently sitting a secluded corner that she had put herself in a little while ago. At the moment she had her eyes closed. As one would assume, she was resting, which was the best medicine for any wound or wounds. That being said one would call it odd that she was apparently sleeping while standing up. Due to habit she had grown used to sleeping or resting like this. She had found it was the easiest way to be prepared to defend herself if she was bothered whilst resting.
    It wasn't long till she heard a strong voice ring throughout the clan camp grounds. That reminded her, she was still here in this place she wasn't supposed to be in. How wonderful. The voice spoke in regards to the events of the dates. The cat whom had been speaking was out of her line of sight till she finally opened her eyes to see who it that was speaking. It was the cat she had seen earlier. It appeared there had been some pretty nasty wounds dealt to this cat. There were cobwebs wrapped around the cats torso. All Chana could collect out of that observation is that the wound that the cat had acquired was probably a large gash or some broken ribs. It was as good a guess as she could make, but it mattered not at the moment.
    Chana heard her name come from the cat's maw as though she were an ally. The usually emotionless mask that covered her every expression cracked. There was a slight smile there. It was so slight you'd have to be looking for it to have spotted it. That or one would have to be familiar with cats like her to have spotted it. However, the smile was gone as fast as it had appeared.
    Chana was now unsure of her fate. Whether she would be forced to leave or something else, she honestly hadn't a clue of what may happen next. All she did now was watch the cat that spoke strong and loudly care.
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    i've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night - [color=#FFFACD]☼ ★ ☾    [font=estrangelo edessa]
    The grey tom perked at his name, surprised but knowing what was going on. He left his rank among the throng of cats, knowing that the multiple eyes were burning his freckled pelt. Bravepelt stood as confidently as he could make himself look, and glanced back at the crowd. One face was prominent from the other familiar faces; Redheart watched at the back of the gathering, face devoid of expression, golden eyes tracking his very movement, every twitch, every breath. The tom shook his head, and turned back around to face Gingerstar, anxiously awaiting her news.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 273px; height: 216px; overflow: hidden; padding: 7px; margin-top: -228px; margin-left: -15px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 32px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.5px; color: #111; line-height: 11pt;]Greyswan, whose name really didn't match her appearance, had joined the meeting in new enthusiasm. Whilst Opalstar's death had thrown her off her path a bit, she jumped right back into it once she realized that there would be new blood in the higher hierachy. She bundled together some materials to give to the promoted members- including a few flower pinned vines and a couple blue-dyed leaves. Collaborating with her brother, Creekmist, they put together a bit of an award for these new soldiers. A bit of purple gem from deep in the mines and a few nestled iris flowers wrapped in strong vines really did make a good present, didn't it?


    The black-furred female pushed her way through the crowd, aiming for a front-row seat to the ceremony. Three little packages were carried with a large beech leaf, hanging from her mouth. Why couldn't that brother of mine help with these? My jaw is slowly breaking! She grumbled to herself, finding an open spot just by the seated row in front of Gingerstar. Hauling the large leaf behind her, she pushed it in front of the leader with an exasperated sigh. If the new chief and assistants couldn't tell the packages apart, as each one had a different flower pinned to it based on their likes, Greyswan would be an unhappy, unfaithful designer of the clan.


    "Gifts for the promoted. Gem shards and flowers, shouldn't be too dangerous for them, no?" She said to Gingerstar, her tiredness clearly showing through the tone of her voice. Staying up in the night to gather materials and create the awards was not doing too well for her temperament. Her brother, whom she could see just on the farther side of the wall, wasn't doing too well either. His eyes seemed to be droopy and dazed.



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    Creekmist was seriously tired. After helping his dear sister with planning the awards for the ceremony, he had spent a few hours just taking a stroll walking about to observe the territory. Since he was quite new to Opalclan, he hadn't yet thouroughly explored the lands that belonged to the clan. Seeing as he was already late in his bedtime, he decided that a few more moments wouldn't hurt. Well, it did indeed hurt his energy quite alot. Those couple of moments turned into hours, as most of the territory was vast.


    /rushed for this one+creeky is open for interaction
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    The she cat sat by herself, her tail twitched back and forth with guilt. For what, you may ask. Well, Glowpaw didn't feel very good about any decisions being made, and she felt that she could have done more to help others. The she cat layed down, her tail curling around her small body, wrapping around her stomach. She felt absolutely sick.




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    [justify]//All my characters are attending the meeting. Plumleaf is seated next to Sandstone, Firespirit beside Shadowblaze, and all my other characters are dotted around the place. I'm unable to post as I'm headed to see the Christmas lights turn on in my local area of shopping, so my apologies.[/justify]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 3px;]Gingerstar stepped towards Ridgewood, who stood in the middle of the three. Looking down, she pulled out a badge from her own little leaf. With gentle care, she took off his Vine badge, symbolizing he was the Assistant of OpalClan. Putting it down, she picked up what was Opalstar's badge. These badges would be passed down for generations, all the same ones from this long ago. Placing it on his chest, she stepped back, signaling for Grayswan to give him her gift. "Ridgewood, you have served as a wonderful Assistant as OpalClan. Now we need you even more. Ridgewood, from this moment until you retire, or loose your last life, you will be known as Ridgestar. Tonight, we will go to receive your lives."
    Stepping over to Bravepelt, she picked up Ridgewood's Vine badge. Placing it on the tom's chest, she stepped back. "Bravepelt, you have been an excellent Knight to OpalClan. Now OpalClan needs you to step up. Bravepelt, from now on until you receive your rank as Chief, retire, or die saving your Clan, you are an Assistant to OpalClan."
    Finally moving over to Firespirit, she breathed in. She was surprised she picked him, out of all of the others. "Firespirit. You have trained to become an amazing Mechanic, and under Creamfrost's leadership, I believe you have. But this Clan needs you to do better than that. Firespirit, from this moment on, until you become Chief, retire, or die, you are a new Assistant to OpalClan." Placing Cloudyskies' old badge on his chest, she stepped back, and moved in the middle towards Ridgestar. Letting Grayswan give the new Assistants their gifts, she raised her voice louder.
    "Now it is time to celebrate a new beginning to OpalClan. Opalstar, Cloudyskies, and the rest of our ancestors would be proud. You are dismissed."[/fancypost]

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    Chana ☀




    [align=center]❝If you command me to do something that I was already planning on doing the chances of me doing that thing automatically drop to zero.❞
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    Chana sat in her secluded corner and watched the goings on with great curiosity. From what she could gather, it seemed the cat called Ridgewood had become the new leader of this clan that she now stood in the middle of. The loner couldn't help but wonder what would become of the cat called Gingerstar. Were they now demoted, voluntarily of course, or were they now just some elder that sat around being take care of by everyone else? It was a good question, though she did not dare overstep her bounds by asking such a question.
    The she-cat stood up. Although, there was one thing she was daring enough to do. "What shall become of me?" She said this just as lid as the cat Gingerstar, hoping to get herself a well deserved answer. She had yet to have her wounds treated since she figured those of the clan were more deserving to be treated well before herself. That and she just wanted to be left alone. Her wounds would heal with time and she for one did not think they needed and medical attention. Of course, she knew all to well that any cat who practiced medicine would be very against her leaving with the injures she had sustained without at least treating them. Chana had done her best to avoid every cat that inhabited this camp.
    The loner stood as tall and proudly as she could without opening up and wounds that already had scabs. She could feel the eyes of many clan cats on her, though that did not make her falter at all. She kept her gaze on Gingerstar, hoping for a decision soon. She really didn't want to be here any longer than she had to.
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    Ridgewood, now Ridgestar, puffed out his chest with a soft smile. As his new badge was placed, he awaited for his gift. He wondered where Locustwind was. He didn't see her, but he wasn't too worried. He took a step back respectfully dipping his head. His tongue drew over his muzzle, watching the other two get their badges.[/fancypost]

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    "To those who have been granted the responsibility of Chief and Assistant, enjoy your awards." Greyswan said, a low dip of respect to the promoted members. Ah, she could remember when she took over the place of Designer. While the former designer was far from good- having gifted her a shrewd looking object, it was the thought that made it special. The designer, Frostwood, was a kind old female who played with the kittens with small paw-carved toys such as dolls for those who liked to stay and make stories or wooden balls for those who ran around.


    //short and rushed, sorry


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    Gingerstar ★




    [align=center]❝Leadership is something you cannot just earn; you must fight for it.❞
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    Dipping her head to the new ranks, Gingerstar excused herself. Padding towards Chana, she motioned her tail towards Shadowblaze. "You must get better. Please, go to Shadowblaze. He will help heal you. Or, your wounds could grow infected, and slowly, you will loose your life." She didn't want to sound threatening, but it was true. She'd known a cat like that. //low muse
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    Plumleaf turned to Sandstone with a bright smile on her face. "Well, I don't know about you, but I think Gingerstar chose the right Assistants, and Ridgestar will be a good Chief!" she mewed enthusiastically, yellow eyes shining. Although it wasn't a very entertaining meeting, Plumleaf had enjoyed it regardless.




    Firespirit blinked his dark blue eyes then smiled a little. Shadowblaze was right after all. Brushing past anyone in his way, the dark ginger tom made his way over to Shadowblaze. "So, you were right then, Shadowblaze. I'm an Assistant now." the tom meowed. He looked proud of himself.
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