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  • *^* Flintclan *^* Roleplay thread! (Only RP after signing up!)

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]Onepaw, after several moments of doing nothing, was now climbing up a tree, nestled just besides camp. He had gotten to it's trunk after leaping, clumsily, over the camp wall-- nearly getting tangled in the bracken --and had pulled himself onto the trunk after reaching for it. Now, he was leaping from the trunk onto a thick branch, and when he got a grip on it, it shook and looked as if it'd fall. If anything, he was making more noise than needed in the morning. But he didn't care. Now fully onto the branch, the tom crouched down, and then would lay fully across it.

  • UPON THE STARS // punki's custom template shop

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  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]Coldflash hadn't been given enough time to protest against Thrushpath before he leaped at him, finding a position somewhere on his left shoulder. Unsheathing his claws and digging them into the dirt, the tom steadied himself, having been close to falling onto his face. With a lash of his thick tail, that would bring it's tip hitting the deputy's flanks, the silver tabby hissed when he felt a rough tongue somewhere along his neck. Bringing his ears back, he'd turn his head quickly, and hiss out into the brown tabby's face, "Get off! Now!" Opening his jaws to same something else, the silver tabby cursed lowly after Reverywind bumped heads with him. "I--." Taking a breath, he blinked, before saying in much more calmer tone, "Off. Please."

  • [[ THE STRANDED ]] · [ application thread ] · [open]

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    INTRODUCTION


    A beach.
    Why a beach?
    That's the first thing you notice when you wake up. You don't notice the taste in your mouth. You don't notice how you can't remember anything. And you sure don't notice how everything is calm. Too calm. Too quiet. Too empty.
    Then there's a noise. Something fluttering.
    Not a bird. No, it can't be a bird, because the noise isn't growing distant. And it isn't coming any closer.
    Looking about the shore, you'd come to find a note, tattered and trapped between the sand and a stone. Its unlikely, but maybe, maybe, it'll have answers.


    Dear Participants,


    Its more than likely you have questions. Some of these questions must not be answered by us, but the others.. They can be answered. This is a test. And this test has been failed before. Somewhere else, where most of the previous participants died, brutal, horrid deaths. Those who survived were taken and brought here. If you have survived the failed test, you wouldn't remember it. And you wouldn't remember anything that happened long before this.


    Moving on.


    This won't be an easily place to survive in. This island is split up into 4 Quadrants. The Quadrant you have arrived in is The Arrival Quadrant-- the 1st. This is one of the.. More peaceful of the four. There is hardly any danger, aside from rats, which spread horrible diseases. Diseases that can't be cured. And diseases that you won't even smell. They are fatal. Several things here are fatal.


    As you move on, you'll come to enter the different Quadrants. The first one-- you can easily survive in here. Anyone could. The second, The Kindergarten, it gets harder, but there is still a large chance that you can survive the dangers that live here. The third, The Cold Lands, it gets bad. There's a fifty-fifty chance you'll die, or live. And the fourth quadrant, The Terminal Zone.
    No one has survived there.


    – F.
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    THE LAYOUT


    Overall The island itself is squared shaped. Not exactly such a shape, but close to that. This only makes dividing the land into Quadrants easier. The first Quadrant, located to the southwest, is a simple grass plain. The grass here is our average green, and it grows taller and tangles together near ditches. Slim runs of water go about the land, but end just at the borders shared with The Kindergarten and The Cold Lands. The next Quadrant is to the southeast. This is The Kindergarten. Next to The Arrival Quadrant, it is much more.. Interesting. A shallow wide creek runs through the land, starting from the sea on the eastern side. It then ends where The Terminal Zone begins-- northeast. The land is just grass, only the grass is taller, and there are copses of low bushes here and there. Occasionally, a gnarled, thick oak tree will stand alone. Now, to the northwest is The Cold Lands. And it is complete stone. No grass. Nothing. There is a ravine, it holds a river at the very bottom. And in that ravine lives.. Things that shouldn't exist. A pit lies somewhere, but, there is never an exact location. It moves on its own. And lastly, to the northeast lies The Terminal Zone. A desert, with only one source of water. An oasis that changes locations on its own, much like the endless pit in The Cold Lands. Starvation and dehydration aren't the only deadly things here. There are.. Other creatures.


    The Arrival Quadrant A simple field, where as the grass is your average green, and grows taller and tangles over and beside ditches. These ditches are shallow and long, and can make a good place to stay in the shade when it grows hot. Slim runs of water go about the land, and ever continue on into other Quadrants.


    The Kindergarten Another field. Only, the grass is much taller, everywhere and copses of low bushes are about the land. And than there's occasionally a lonely, gnarled oak tree, with a thick trunk. A shallow, wide creek runs through the land.


    The Cold Lands A place of stone. The ground is stone, everything is stone except the sky. There is no grass here, no growth. Just an empty, lonely place. Where you'll get lost quicker than you can blink. A ravine is somewhere near the northwest, nearest the sea. At the bottom of this deep ravine is a river. And other things that live down there. Constantly changing locations, is an endless pit.


    The Terminal Zone The last Quadrant. Its a desert. Nothing more than that and nothing less. Because if anything, it is nothing. Nothing but sand, and sand, and sand. Oh, but there are lizards and snakes. And other things. An oasis is in the desert though, but its location moves constantly. So even if you do find it, it'll be gone soon. And you'll die like everyone else had.
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    THE DANGERS[/CENTER]


    The Arrival
    - Rats.
    - Disease.
    - Other felines.


    The Kindergarten
    - Fox related animals.
    - Disease.
    - Other felines.


    The Cold Lands
    - Starvation.
    - Dehydration.
    - Quick, deer related animals.
    - Quick, canine related animals.
    - Other felines.


    The Terminal Zone
    - Starvation.
    - Dehydration.
    - Exhaustion.
    - Lizard-like, venomous, animals.
    - Bird-like, carnivorous animals.
    - 'Sandworms'.
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    THE RANKS


    The First The first cat to arrive to the island. And the one to have to spend one-two months alone. At most, they have more experience than others, and takes on the role of teaching others and leading the group as best they can.
    Schorl Tourmaline || female || Dashwood.


    The Dogs Three cats who serve as scouts and are guards to The First. If anything, The First's knowledge about the island is passed down to each of them. After the leader is to die, the Group shall decide which of these cats will lead.
    Axis Haverford || male || Juxtapositioning


    The Saviors Three cats, skilled solely in the art of healing. Of course, they'd discover this skill over time.
    Gale || male || ♔ caracal ?!


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    The Body Any other member.
    Jack || male || Pruss


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    Outsiders Those who have decided to not join the group, or those who are.. Not right.
    Callisto || female || Cheetahblaze
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    THE RULES


    IC
    - Harming another member physically will result in major or minor punishment.
    - Do not wander off into The Cold Lands or The Terminal Zone, whether it be alone or not.
    - Respect those above and below you, disrespect to any member will not be tolerated.

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    OOC
    - All FF rules apply.
    - Respect everyone and yourself.
    - Please don't start any fights, and don't get upset that I don't accept your form.
    - Be sure to have realistic characters, but still, make them unique. Also, keep genders even.
    - Remain active with your posts, and make sure to post more than two sentences.
    - You may cuss in your posts, as long as you star some letters out.
    - Lastly, make sure to have fun, and if you have any questions about the roleplay, feel free to PM me.
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    THE FORM



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    THE LINKS


    Roleplay Thread Up to eight members needed-- at least one more Savior, and another Dog.
    Plotting // Chat Thread -pending-


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  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]"It waste least energy. Energy I need to tear your ears up some day." Coldflash had said this more to himself when Thrushpath went off, after Reverywind who had long ago disappeared into the ferns. With a sigh of regret, the muscular tom started after the two, having not caught onto the wink Thrushpath had given him. One of these days, he was going to-- The warrior looked down quickly when he felt the slight waves of warm water washing over his pale paws. Had he walked that quickly? He didn't know he had made it all the way down to the pond without noticing. But soon enough, he found himself looking to where the end of the shore should've been. "What in the world?" The tom moved backwards, a brow brought up in a questionable look. Had the winter been that bad? It wasnt a surprised he hadn't noticed how cold the weather had been that leaf-bare-- with his thick coat and all. "We should dig ditches. Around the edge of the water that's on our territory. Leave Moonclan to work out a solution for this problem-- when its on their side. But I'm sure, soon enough the sun will dry it up. It does do that here, right?"

  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]Coldflash has listened intently, but now, he was growling out in annoyance. "Shut up." The silver tabby flexed his claws in thought, turning back to the lake. The receiving end. With a flick of his ears, the tom would mutter to himself, "This lake does flow into Moonclan. Maybe there's a beaver dam blocking it somewhere. Or maybe we could block the lake from rising any further. Somehow." Back at the city, he had seen two-legs make a wall of their own whenever their Thunderpaths flooded like rivers. Maybe the clan could work together to do something like that. But then again, they had gone a longways from camp. He didn't think the lake could flood that much. But then again, what if it rained too much?

  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]"Maybe some trees fell. Blocking the flow of the river. Its likely, if these trees grow so close to the river, the water might've washed away the dirt they grew on." Turning to Reverywind, the tom would nudge her away from the extended line of water. "You're mouse-brained for just standing there while your wounds sting." Flicking his tail over her nose, the silver tabby would move on along the water's edge.

  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]"Sometimes I wonder how smart you are. Well, it'll clear over time-- the flood. Maybe the water will flow into a gully or even a ravine. I don't know. What do you think?" Turning to her, the tom bounded away from the water, landing sloppily on the pebbles. Licking his lips he sat on his haunches, awkwardly. Laying his ears back, he yawned.

  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]"I don't know. I haven't really seen everything. There's still a lot of exploring to do." The silver tabby sunk low, bring his thick tail besides his flank. Looking towards Reverywind, he flexed his claws, and stared at the water's edge in thought. There wasnt anything they could do about this. Since, according to Stinkywind, digging a ditch would take forever, and there were no gullies or ravines.

  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]"But what if there's more foxes? But, then again, up high like that, we'll be able to see anything." Climbing up the tree after her, and going on a wider branch slightly below the one she stood on the, tom looked in the direction of the hill. The tom almost slipped moving forward on the branch. This mud was annoying.

  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]After Thrushpath's calling, the silver tabby started down the tree, leaping off of it's trunk at some point. Coldflash flexed his claws, before starting towards the two toms. "What, mouse-brain?" Flicking his tufted ears, the tom sat, and moved so he could easily groom the ruffled fur on one of his hind legs. He had forgotten about the cobwebs near one of of his hind paws, so when he noticed them, he looked puzzled. His wound didn't even hurt anymore. That was surprising. Hadn't he been straining his legs?

  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]Oneflight had been surprised to see that Thrushpath was the cat to call a meeting. And was stuttering, but as he went on, the brown tabby spoke in a bolder voice. Licking his jowls, the tom would listen closely, quick to process all that was told. Flooding? Nightfall Peaks? Swimming? When his name was spoken, the tom stood up and was quick to look about the camp. Gathering cats to hunt sounded like an easy job. The one-eyed warrior would speak. "Pumpkinsight, Mistwing, Pineclaw, Raincloud and Eagletalon, we're going hunting!" Was that enough? He hoped it was.

  • ѕ υ м м є я ¢ ℓ α и || и є є ∂ м є м в є я ѕ || σ ρ є и|| я ρ

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]After a while, Eagletalon finally stood. The unusually tall, thin tom slipped towards Oneflight, curling his slim tail over his own narrow back. "We still have to wait for Mistwing, dont we?" The black tom lifted his head, tall ears flicking as his gaze swept over the crowd of cats. He couldn't even catch a glimspe of the silver spotted tabby. Besides him Oneflight nodded briefly, ears flicking. The one-eyed tom would look out around Eagletalon's thin form, and would say to the other three cats, "Give us a minute and we'll be off, I think."

  • ♛ Role-Play | ℛᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ Lᴏɴᴇʀs | ℒɪssᴏᴍᴇᴄʟᴀɴ | HPR Available ♛

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]The medicine cat had been quick to tear through the plump squirrel he had taken from the fresh-kill pile. Now, the flame-point was gnawing a bone-- one of the leftovers from his breakfast. And while he did this, he'd think to himself. What ever happened to that farm he came from? He was sure that the band of cats he had grew up wit h were still alive. Though they could be lazy, they were strong, and they could fight. When he bit down again, and the bone between his teeth broke, he suddenly snapped out of thought. Blinking, the tom lifted his head, and swiped his tongue over his jowls.

  • ( RISINGCLAN ) — chat/plot thread —

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 440px; font-size: 8pt; color: #4D6676;][justify]I think I'm gonna start working on the forms for the twins right now, haha. I might redo Raptor's form as well.