Posts by tunes

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    "Perhaps we'll catch a deer instead." The tom added on a lighter note, letting his whiskers twitch at the thought. His pace was hurried, but not quite a jog as he turned west at a point in the terrain in which he could hear a low, bubbling that signaled the river wasn't fully frozen. Cloudthroat moved towards the sound, and as the source of water came into view he slowed, taking in the scene; looking up and down the bank for signs of potential threats. His quick survey of the land came back clean, and so he was pulled closer to the river, wanting to be only a couple of tail-lengths from the shore as they continued on their trek, many tree-lengths laying between them, and their point of interest.
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    As Nightstar sat, she swallowed her mouthful, and pushed the piece of prey in his direction. The action was familiar, and a reassuring notion that the clan shared. She eyed him for a couple of heartbeats, waiting for him to become more comfortable. In the next moment Pearwhisker mewed, "What is this I hear about a Lightningclaw?" Her ivory eyebrows arched at the end of her question. A vision of the stranger's distinct pelt played back in her memory before her attention returned to Nightstar. While she awaited an answer she swept her tail around her paws as he had done, enclosing her paws in the feathery warmth.
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    [ sagetail ]
    Making eye contact with her son, her chest burned with the affection, and pride most mothers would share upon seeing their offspring. A small smile crept across her face as she watched him join a patrol, although she slightly envied his current freedom. Sagetail glanced down to her bulging belly, swollen with the promise of new life. While she wasn't one to let others in on her personal emotions, she certainly was excited with the prospect of being able to see her kits: the last creations between she and her mate. A sudden, and harsh wind ruffled her pelt, and she wrapped her plumy tail snuggly around her belly. She had seen other queens nurse kits during leaf-bare, and it wasn't always pretty. Her worry was shoved to the back of her mind as bickering replaced it. Sagetail looked up in surprise upon finding its source: Foxpaw, and Hollyberry. Her hazel optics narrowed in disappointment between the two she-cats. There is no excuse for such behavior. The queen thought with a subtle grunt, she had taught her kits how to act properly, with dignity, and manners. She felt a pang of sympathy for the young Foxpaw at Hollyberry's stinging retort, however Sagetail felt it unnecessary to speak the words she so desired. She was quite a lot similar to the apprentice when she was her age, and knew she'd hold her own. However, she pitied the warrior for feeling the need to stoop to badgering an apprentice.


    [ brownhawk ]
    Blinking gratefully at the tom, turning around, and to nearly bump into a thin dark-furred warrior. Hollyberry. He smiled gently, knowing she was up to her usual antics. Though he usually had the right attitude for dealing with the she-cat, however, sometimes her behavior rubbed him the wrong way. Nevertheless, he followed her towards the camp entrance where he would take a seat, wrapping his long tail around his paws. Brownhawk was about to comment on Skytalon's missing apprentice when the tormenting sparked up. His ears swiveled, hitting the flat of his cranium as his eyes widened in surprise. The tom wasn't a fan of such outright conflict, especially between his clan-mates. If he had a dispute he went about it a different way, perhaps not better, but less direct. He preferred to avoid the subject, allowing small jabs at it every once in a while, but eventually the strife would bubble back up, and he would no doubt handle it badly as well. Brownhawk decided to ignore the two, and inched closer to the exit, desperately in need of the fresh air outside of camp.
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    [ sagetail ]
    The dimly lit den impeded any flurries of daylight, and with it, tempting wakefulness, however the queen had been awake for a couple of hours, waiting for the sun to catch up with her. Although usually an early riser anyhow, she sensed the moving kits in her belly were the source of her lack of sleep. At the sounds of a rising clan, Sagetail rolled out of her nest, grunting with the effort. She hesitated a moment before strolling out of the den to rake her tongue down her alabaster flank a few times. If she were unable to perform warrior tasks, she would still appreciate looking decent for sitting in camp. With that she tottered out of the warm den, cringing at the gentle blast of cold air that greeted her. She blinked against a subtle, and tugging swoosh of wind, quickly adjusting to the abrupt climate.


    [ brownhawk ]
    The long-limbed warrior tossed himself out of his nest in the warrior's den, nimbly slipping out of the den without checking his pelt over. Brownhawk's sleek coat normally lacked the necessity of smoothing out in the morning, but it was a familiar social queue he generally followed. A quick glance around camp proved his mother, and others were already up as patrols began to form under the sun's generous climb in the sky. He cast a gentle smile, and waved his tail in greeting to his mother who looked unhappy about not being able to join the festivities. His attention turned towards Skytalon, and Silvermist who were apparently forming a patrol with Hollyberry. He set off towards them at a brisk pace, like his mother, he was normally a morning cat. "Mind if I join?" The chocolate point tom mewed, glancing from Hollyberry to Skytalon. Realizing the patrol may be getting a bit crowded, he added, "Or should I catch the next patrol?"
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    orchidclan -
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    [ sagetail ]
    Making eye contact with her son, her chest burned with the affection, and pride most mothers would share upon seeing their offspring. A small smile crept across her face as she watched him join a patrol, although she slightly envied his current freedom. Sagetail glanced down to her bulging belly, swollen with the promise of new life. While she wasn't one to let others in on her personal emotions, she certainly was excited with the prospect of being able to see her kits: the last creations between she and her mate. A sudden, and harsh wind ruffled her pelt, and she wrapped her plumy tail snuggly around her belly. She had seen other queens nurse kits during leaf-bare, and it wasn't always pretty. Her worry was shoved to the back of her mind as bickering replaced it. Sagetail looked up in surprise upon finding its source: Foxpaw, and Hollyberry. Her hazel optics narrowed in disappointment between the two she-cats. There is no excuse for such behavior. The queen thought with a subtle grunt, she had taught her kits how to act properly, with dignity, and manners. She felt a pang of sympathy for the young Foxpaw at Hollyberry's stinging retort, however Sagetail felt it unnecessary to speak the words she so desired. She was quite a lot similar to the apprentice when she was her age, and knew she'd hold her own. However, she pitied the warrior for feeling the need to stoop to badgering an apprentice.


    [ brownhawk ]
    Blinking gratefully at the tom, turning around, and to nearly bump into a thin dark-furred warrior. Hollyberry. He smiled gently, knowing she was up to her usual antics. Though he usually had the right attitude for dealing with the she-cat, sometimes her behavior rubbed him the wrong way. Nevertheless, he followed her towards the camp entrance where he would take a seat, wrapping his long tail around his paws. Brownhawk was about to comment on Skytalon's missing apprentice when the tormenting sparked up. His ears swiveled, hitting the flat of his cranium as his eyes widened in surprise. The tom wasn't a fan of such outright conflict, especially between his clan-mates. If he had a dispute he went about it a different way, perhaps not better, but less direct. He preferred to avoid the subject, allowing small jabs at it every once in a while, but eventually the strife would bubble back up, and he would no doubt handle it badly as well. Brownhawk decided to ignore the two, and inched closer to the exit, desperately in need of the fresh air outside of camp.
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    introduction
    Just as many stories do, this one will begin many, many moons ago in a time where two-leg gardens were sparse, and rolling golden hills were plentiful. Among the sprawling grasses pads a strong, young tom whose fur shone silver under both the moon, and the sun. There was something special about the tom, known to others by Sidus, and it was that he was seemingly timeless. Stories spread by word of mouth about his journeys, over mountains, across moors, and even the grandest of rivers. However much cats enjoyed the tales, many believed they were just that. With the new growth of more Sidus stories sprouting up in forests across the land, it was believed he had walked the earth many centuries. How could that be true, though?
    Sidus was blessed by the sky warriors who carried stars in their pelts, belonging to know group in particular as at this point in time clans had yet to form. However, wherever the tom went he brought change with him, providing a new outlook, and speaking in a tongue others wish they could understand. Then one day the stories of the great warrior slowed, for no one had seen him in several moons. He had at long last found a home in which he could live out the rest of his days in normalcy, tired of wandering the world with no one by his side. He settled under a spruce tree with his only company being a strong falcon who would become his closest friend. This bird would guide him when he was finally able to stop guiding others, and the falcon, Avis, would allow him to see happiness, giving him what he had long yearned for. Sidus would watch his friend who had a family of his own, but not with envy, instead with joy. Where other would have seen the bird, and his family as their next meal, Sidus couldn't imagine such a thing, a world without the kind of bliss Avis had, and shared. So he would protect them, day and night, from other threats until he grew old, and the birds too would move on. However, over that time cats who had spoken so highly, and with such admiration of the tom flocked towards him, something in their paws leading them towards their destined leader.
    It wasn't but a couple of moons after Avis' heartfelt departure that Sidus formed a clan that would grow, prospering beneath the tree that had brought him such rapture, and the clan would become known as FalconClan, built on courage, and honor under the guidance of their first, and absolute leader. In the years to follow FalconClan's foundation they would prosper in the same territory, valuing their ancestors, honoring Sidus and Avis, and living by the codes they helped to lay.
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    leader (1/1)
    elkstar | a tall feline whose fur is tawny in hue with darker patches and light green eyes | male | forty-six | ast


    deputy (0/1)


    medicine cat (0/1)


    mca not yet open!


    warrior (0/-)


    apprentices (0/-)


    may only be as many as there are warriors!


    queens (0/3)


    elders (0/4)


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    rules && codes


    [1] This thread shares rules similar to others like it, and I know that there are certain guidelines we all now know through role-playing on this site. Therefore, I won't make the rules unbearable, but don't be dense - be respectful.
    [2] As far as activeness goes I won't be too strict, I understand that life can get busy at times, and this site will fall on the short end of priorities. However, if you wish to leave this thread, or will be absent for a time, please give me a heads up, I won't bite! Don't sign up for a high position if you don't have time for the part.
    [3] This is my most important rule, please take it seriously, and into consideration when judging whether, or not to join my thread. I do not like to waste my time responding to short, half thought out posts. The title says semi-advanced to advanced, so please when role-playing post descriptive, responsive paragraphs. Give people something to do something with, not nonsense! Thanks, love!
    [4] As far as tidiness goes, I also do not care for cluttered threads. Please keep chatting to an absolute minimum on here, and move it on over to the plotting thread where you will run by any plots (aside normal romantic ones) through before starting them On the role-play thread, do not flood it with interaction between two people for more than a page, wait for others to receive a chance.
    [5] I will both deny, and accept forms as I see fit. No odd-colored (such as purple), or embodied (reincarnated or bionic limbed) characters will be accepted. Names should be traditional in the sense that they would be normal in the books (no -spirits, -wishes, winter-'s, etc). Any questions on this just ask!
    [6] Please keep genders as even as it would be natural, not flooded with one specific sex. Still on the subject of characters I will add that when role-playing they should be kept true to the personality on their form, not molded to how you would respond. No mute, overly depressed, or kits are to be made without mothers!
    [7] As an advanced role-player, I entrust that you either are aware of how you should proceed, or that you have read my rules. Thank you for your consideration, and I hope to see your forms soon!


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    The following links are helpful for those who are affected by them, which in most cases, is all of us. First there is the warrior code, which FalconClan upholds, and the medicine cat code, which they also embrace under the watchful eyes of their ancestors. StarClan is their main belief system.



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    territory && camp
    Thriving in the same territory they have since the time of Sidus, FalconClan lives at the base of a grand mountain, with a wide, snaking river dividing it from neighboring mountains, and finally under the spruce that started it all. FalconClan territory is built on rough ground, hardening their paws at a young age to shape them up for the journey to the summit that the cats would take as late apprentices. The loose earth, and stone underfoot softens in a particular portion of territory close to the mountain's foot where sprawling moors, and meadows give way to evergreen forest where pine needles are strewn across the ground, and the subtle hum of other creatures fills the ears of observant listeners.
    Presumably, FalconClan's camp is in a peaceful glade tucked behind a stoney outcrop among the meadows, and shielded by the forest on the other side. The presence of the Great Spruce that Sidus, and Avis had once lived is what truly makes the place home, gleaming with spiritual, and festive life every full moon. The camp is well hidden, and defended by the bramble and stone walls. The individual dens are also well equipped to proper safety measures, but also provide a comfortable atmosphere amongst the green, and new life that seems abundant in the glade.


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    form && links && other


    news ╸ sign-ups are now open! woohoo!
    role-play ╸ link is yet to be made.
    plotting ╸ link is yet to be made.
    neighboring clans ╸ certainly open, shoot me a pm.


    form ╸ keep the rules in mind before proceeding! if you wish to use my form set up for something else please inform me first.

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    introduction
    Just as many stories do, this one will begin many, many moons ago in a time where two-leg gardens were sparse, and rolling golden hills were plentiful. Among the sprawling grasses pads a strong, young tom whose fur shone silver under both the moon, and the sun. There was something special about the tom, known to others by Sidus, and it was that he was seemingly timeless. Stories spread by word of mouth about his journeys, over mountains, across moors, and even the grandest of rivers. However much cats enjoyed the tales, many believed they were just that. With the new growth of more Sidus stories sprouting up in forests across the land, it was believed he had walked the earth many centuries. How could that be true, though?
    Sidus was blessed by the sky warriors who carried stars in their pelts, belonging to know group in particular as at this point in time clans had yet to form. However, wherever the tom went he brought change with him, providing a new outlook, and speaking in a tongue others wish they could understand. Then one day the stories of the great warrior slowed, for no one had seen him in several moons. He had at long last found a home in which he could live out the rest of his days in normalcy, tired of wandering the world with no one by his side. He settled under a spruce tree with his only company being a strong falcon who would become his closest friend. This bird would guide him when he was finally able to stop guiding others, and the falcon, Avis, would allow him to see happiness, giving him what he had long yearned for. Sidus would watch his friend who had a family of his own, but not with envy, instead with joy. Where other would have seen the bird, and his family as their next meal, Sidus couldn't imagine such a thing, a world without the kind of bliss Avis had, and shared. So he would protect them, day and night, from other threats until he grew old, and the birds too would move on. However, over that time cats who had spoken so highly, and with such admiration of the tom flocked towards him, something in their paws leading them towards their destined leader.
    It wasn't but a couple of moons after Avis' heartfelt departure that Sidus formed a clan that would grow, prospering beneath the tree that had brought him such rapture, and the clan would become known as FalconClan, built on courage, and honor under the guidance of their first, and absolute leader. In the years to follow FalconClan's foundation they would prosper in the same territory, valuing their ancestors, honoring Sidus and Avis, and living by the codes they helped to lay.
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    leader (1/1)
    elkstar | a tall feline whose fur is tawny in hue with darker patches and light green eyes | male | forty-six | ast


    deputy (0/1)
    reserved


    medicine cat (0/1)


    mca not yet open!


    warrior (2/-)
    blossomfrost | a tall she-cat with mottled brown and white fur and blue eyes | female | thirty-two | mega
    lostfeather | a lithe black tom with a white tail tip and locket and bright green eyes | male | nineteen | dorite

    apprentices (1/-)
    stonepaw | a slim grey and white tom with green eyes | male | seven | mega


    may only be as many as there are warriors!


    queens (0/3)


    elders (0/4)



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    relationships


    mentors & apprentices
    ____ - stonepaw


    families
    stormcall and blossomfrost had volekit, stonepaw, and nettlekit


    love lives
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    rules && codes


    [1] This thread shares rules similar to others like it, and I know that there are certain guidelines we all now know through role-playing on this site. Therefore, I won't make the rules unbearable, but don't be dense - be respectful.
    [2] As far as activeness goes I won't be too strict, I understand that life can get busy at times, and this site will fall on the short end of priorities. However, if you wish to leave this thread, or will be absent for a time, please give me a heads up, I won't bite! Don't sign up for a high position if you don't have time for the part.
    [3] This is my most important rule, please take it seriously, and into consideration when judging whether, or not to join my thread. I do not like to waste my time responding to short, half thought out posts. The title says semi-advanced to advanced, so please when role-playing post descriptive, responsive paragraphs. Give people something to do something with, not nonsense! Thanks, love!
    [4] As far as tidiness goes, I also do not care for cluttered threads. Please keep chatting to an absolute minimum on here, and move it on over to the plotting thread where you will run by any plots (aside normal romantic ones) through before starting them On the role-play thread, do not flood it with interaction between two people for more than a page, wait for others to receive a chance.
    [5] I will both deny, and accept forms as I see fit. No odd-colored (such as purple), or embodied (reincarnated or bionic limbed) characters will be accepted. Names should be traditional in the sense that they would be normal in the books (no -spirits, -wishes, winter-'s, etc). Any questions on this just ask!
    [6] Please keep genders as even as it would be natural, not flooded with one specific sex. Still on the subject of characters I will add that when role-playing they should be kept true to the personality on their form, not molded to how you would respond. No mute, overly depressed, or kits are to be made without mothers!
    [7] As an advanced role-player, I entrust that you either are aware of how you should proceed, or that you have read my rules. Thank you for your consideration, and I hope to see your forms soon!


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    The following links are helpful for those who are affected by them, which in most cases, is all of us. First there is the warrior code, which FalconClan upholds, and the medicine cat code, which they also embrace under the watchful eyes of their ancestors. StarClan is their main belief system.



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    territory && camp
    Thriving in the same territory they have since the time of Sidus, FalconClan lives at the base of a grand mountain, with a wide, snaking river dividing it from neighboring mountains, and finally under the spruce that started it all. FalconClan territory is built on rough ground, hardening their paws at a young age to shape them up for the journey to the summit that the cats would take as late apprentices. The loose earth, and stone underfoot softens in a particular portion of territory close to the mountain's foot where sprawling moors, and meadows give way to evergreen forest where pine needles are strewn across the ground, and the subtle hum of other creatures fills the ears of observant listeners.
    Presumably, FalconClan's camp is in a peaceful glade tucked behind a stoney outcrop among the meadows, and shielded by the forest on the other side. The presence of the Great Spruce that Sidus, and Avis had once lived is what truly makes the place home, gleaming with spiritual, and festive life every full moon. The camp is well hidden, and defended by the bramble and stone walls. The individual dens are also well equipped to proper safety measures, but also provide a comfortable atmosphere amongst the green, and new life that seems abundant in the glade.


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    form && links && other


    news ╸ sign-ups are now open! woohoo!
    role-play ╸ link is yet to be made.
    plotting ╸ link is yet to be made.
    neighboring clans ╸ certainly open, shoot me a pm.


    form ╸ keep the rules in mind before proceeding! if you wish to use my form set up for something else please inform me first.


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    don't think too much -
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