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ah, awesome, glad to see some interested folks! any preferences for setting?
I'd also love to hear plot ideas. I'm all about plots and drama, so if y'all got any ideas, please throw 'em out!
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Nightwind » ♂ warrior »
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Dying leaves swirled about in the air, carried along as if being dragged by kits pulling on invisible threads, their erratic movements only stopping once the leaves touched the ground. A slight chill accompanied them, reminding the cats in the forest below that leaf-fall was truly here.
A large black tom loped into camp, his broad paws kicking up sand as he followed the rest of the dawn patrol in. Just as he set paw inside the clearing, DawnClan's leader appeared atop the Flatrock, looking as regal and strong as ever.
Nightwind paused just inside the entrance to camp as the rest of his patrol dispersed, his amber gaze swinging up to the she-cat immediately as Amberstar called out the words that would no doubt pull tired warriors from their slumber, cranky elders from their nests, and curious kits from their play. As she began to speak, the tall, black-furred warrior quietly made his way closer to the base of the Flatrock where the rest of his Clanmates were sitting. Nightwind claimed a tail-length behind Oakfur, then calmly wrapped his fluffy tail around his paws and settled in for what he believed would be a long announcement.
After all, it almost been a week since another of their Clanmate's had gone missing without a trace. Not even DawnClan's most skilled trackers could find a whiff of their scent. To say the disappearances were making the Clan uneasy was an understatement, so it was about time Amberstar told them all what would happen next.
Sure enough, his leader made mention of the disappearances...only to use it to springboard into giving Softpaw a new mentor in Cloudeyes. Confusion blossomed in the black tom's mind, but he cheered Softpaw and Cloudeyes' names with the rest of the Clan when the time came.
But that couldn't be it, right? He watched Amberstar intently, waiting to see if she would say anything else. A part of him wanted to speak out, to question her, but he held back, knowing the outburst would likely be seen as highly disrespectful and rude - and if there were one cat Nightwind respected the most in DawnClan, it would be Amberstar. -
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Nightwind felt a large weight evaporate off his shoulders like the morning dew when Stormchaser spoke up, voicing the tom's own doubts about Amberstar's current handle on the situation; however, the she-cat handled the warrior's outburst with poise.
The words of DawnClan's leader were true: if nothing was done, their entire Clan ran the risk of becoming nothing but a kit's tale. At this rate, DawnClan would be nothing but a story come leaf-bare.
So there was a plan. There would be plenty of preparations to make to ensure the search party itself wouldn't go missing, and only the most suited warriors, and perhaps apprentices, would make the cut.
And it seemed as if Nightwind would play a part in making sure his Clanmates were ready.
The black tom's ears pricked with interest as Amberstar said his name, followed by Sunfall's. She assigned them to evaluating the apprentice's skill, something he had some experience with ever since being assigned to Commapaw as a mentor. She was only his first apprentice, but Nightwind knew he could do this, and make his leader proud.
Nightwind nodded once in understanding, then watched as the she-cat disappeared from sight at the conclusion of the meeting.
The warrior got to his paws slowly, casting out his amber gaze in search of Sunfall amongst his gathered Clanmates. After a moment, he caught sight of the cream tabby, and began making his way over, his broad shoulders easily cutting a path between the horde of cats. Just as he was about to say something to the other tom, another voice interrupted him, and Nightwind turned to face the deputy, Oakfur, as the tom assigned him to yet another patrol. Obviously he had forgotten Nightwind had just been on the dawn patrol, but Nightwind didn't have the gall to call Oakfur out on that fact; he simply nodded obediently, saying, "Yes, Oakfur," before turning his attention back to Sunfall.
A small, quiet sigh escaped the black-furred warrior's muzzle before he said, "Seems like we've got our paws full, don't we? I don't normally complain about the high number of apprentices, but that'll certainly make our job a lot harder now, won't it?" -
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interacting w/ sunfall, phoenixfeather, cherrypaw & warmlight
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Not normally one to give orders, Nightwind couldn't help but hope he wasn't stepping on any toes right now, especially given Pheonixfeather's well known explosive temper. The two warriors weren't too separated by age, so it wasn't like Nightwind had much more experience than the ginger tom. But he was just following his leader's and deputy's orders; if Pheonixfeather had a problem with that, he could take it up with Amberstar.
The tall tom blinked to clear his head, before taking a step back, away from the mentor and apprentice pair. "I've still got to grab Warmlight, so you guys can wait by the entrance to camp if you want. Sunfall should be gathering the rest of our apprentices now." -
jinx, just wanted to let you know that larchfur is currently listed as male on the master list, but she is in fact female. c:
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I have an Alaska based territory that's basically already finished and ready to go, but I was also very drawn to a desert location, and have been slowly gathering ideas for that. c:
for the desert location, I'm kinda leaning towards two rival clans occupying the land; I figure competition for water will offer some fun plot opportunities. -
no worries, j.j.!
ah, that trading system idea is a pretty neat one! I could totally see something like that working.
I spent part of this afternoon brainstorming up some clan foundation history, so I imagine in the next couple of days I'll have that finished, along with some territory specifics. I'll post updates as I have them! -
interacting with border patrol
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Nightwind had offered Pheonixfeather an understanding nod before trotting off in an effort to find Warmlight, but so far, his efforts to find the she-cat were unfruitful. The sound of Oakfur's commanding voice calling the rest of the patrol to him made the black tom pause in his search, his head stuck half-inside the warriors den, trying to spot the female inside the dim shelter.
Well, at least he had tried. There were plenty of cats already assigned to the patrol anyway, what with four warriors and their apprentices. Surely that would be enough to offer a strong border presence if any of DawnClan's rivals happened upon them at the boundary. Nightwind knew he and his Clan had to keep their appearances up and look as strong as possible, given the strange and mysterious disappearances. The last thing they needed on top of that was an invasion.
The black-furred tom made his way towards Oakfur and the rest of the patrol, gathered by the camp exit. He came up behind his own apprentice, Commapaw, and Sunfall's apprentice, Quickpaw. A small smile appeared on the warrior's muzzle. "Be ready for any surprises," he reminded the two warriors-in-training, "While I doubt anything will happen on this patrol, you never know what might happen out there nowadays. Besides, this will be a good warm-up before Sunfall and I assess your skills to see who might be able to go on the search party." -
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Larchfur wasn't normally one to oversleep; as a matter of fact, she rose early and went to bed late just about every night - many of the exciting things about Clan life occurred in the wee hours of the morning and under the moon's brightest light at night. New lovers sought privacy after the sun had set, or new apprentices rose before the crack of dawn in anticipation of their first tastes of freedom and warriorhood, and Larchfur was nosy enough that she wanted to see them all.
But today, the golden-brown she-cat was just about late to the show. She stumbled out of the warrior's den far after Amberstar's announcement, wearily blinking sleep from her foggy green eyes, barely avoiding colliding into Stormgaze as the other she-cat strutted into the den. The scent of blood was left in her wake, the trail pointing right to Thunderfur, who seemed to be sporting a newly torn ear.
And beyond him, Coalpaw and Crowpaw seemed to have exchanged their brains for bees in their skulls, as both black toms were grappling with the Clan deputy, teeth bared and fur bristling.
To add to the exciting chaos even more, Tangledfang looked as if she were about to start spewing out kits any second, no doubt suffering from an aggravated condition from seeing her mate about get mauled by two half-trained apprentices.
Larchfur had to stop a tail-length into the camp, her jaw growing slack as she watched the events unfold. An unbelieving smirk graced the she-cat's features as she took it all it. "Oh, I can tell today is going to be just wonderful!" she announced to anyone within earshot. -
track track track~
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interacting with amberstar, beebliss
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Larchfur's eyes widened with excitement and awe as she watched Oakfur break apart the brothers' attack single-pawed, all the while listening to Tangledfang's anguished cries grating against her ears. The golden-brown tabby raised a single eyebrow at the busy tom's order, but didn't make a move to obey them. Guessing by the number of cats gathered near the entrance to camp, there were plenty of able paws ready to patrol the borders; hers weren't needed, and besides, the deputy had disappeared into the nursery after his laboring mate, he wouldn't notice if she didn't go on patrol.
A second later, both Amberstar and Beebliss had appeared on the scene, the DawnClan leader radiating anger and Beebliss reflecting Larchfur's own amusement. "It seems that Crowpaw and Coalpaw have decided their own deputy needed a good beat-down over being ordered to split up and go on separate patrols, Amberstar," Larchfur purred snarkily, her eyes gleaming as she spoke.
A short, single laugh escaped her maw as she glanced over at Beebliss, the other she-cat's fur rising even as the electric energy in the air started to dissipate. The fight had been so short, but so dramatic. "How come exciting things like that didn't happen when we were apprentices, am I right?" Larchfur asked Beebliss, aiming a quick, joking jab with her paw at the ginger-and-white female's shoulder. -
Interacting with Bramblepath
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Nightwind was beginning to wonder if Oakfur's border patrol would ever actually get a chance to leave camp and explore the borders as ordered; everyone seemed too caught up in the excitement that was the deputy's fight with the two brother apprentices, Crowpaw and Coalpaw. The black tom's fur had risen along his spine, horrified at the simple thought of attacking his own deputy; such disrespect and insolence went against everything the warrior had ever been taught, each moral ingrained in his own being. He watched slack-jawed as Oakfur quickly disengaged from the apprentices and ran into the nursery after his distraught mate; Amberstar was now on scene, demanding to know what was going on.
Just as that happened, Bramblepath wandered back into camp, the fruits of his no doubt successful hunt dropping to the ground at his paw as he paused beside Nightwing. The black tom turned to the other warrior, blinking away the surprise in his pale amber gaze.
"Oh, hello Bramblepath. Productive morning?" He asked sincerely, but with a hint of sarcasm, his gaze flickering the the other tom's prey to the remnants of that morning's brief fight. "Amberstar has announced a search party is going to be sent out to look for our missing Clanmates. She hasn't said when it'll go out, though. Sunfall and I are going to be evaluating the apprentices later this afternoon to determine which of them, if any, will go to go. So I imagine sometime after that."Ooc; Larchfur's reply to beebliss will go up later this afternoon/evening when i get home x3
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things are still in the works; got territory finished, so i just need to iron out some kinks before the rp can go live. C:
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the signup thread for this advanced, desert-located rp is planned to go up this weekend! C: school and life in general got super busy (and will continue to be until this weekend, heh), but everything is finally polished and ready to go.
Premise: BoneClan and BloomClan are two newly-formed Clans located in a vast desert territory; these sister Clans are a rag-tag bunch, led by ex-mates Pikestar and Olivestar. Pikestar and Olivestar were once simple warriors of a Clan called ForestClan, but when their original Clan was decimated by rouges, leaving them the only two survivors, the mates set off on a journey. Along the way, they amassed a group of followers, loners, rouges, kittypets and the like, seeking a better life for themselves - upon hearing Pike and Olive's tales of Clan life, they joined up with the mates, traveling until the group found the desert, which would become everyone's new home.
But by now, Pike and Olive had drifted apart as mates. Their views differed greatly, almost violently, and they finally split, forming BoneClan and BloomClan. The two Clans are now neighbors, each claiming a desert oasis as their camp (the only sources of water in the territory). It has only been a moon since the formation of these two rival Clans - and that gives us the premise of the roleplay beginnings!
Stay tuned for the signup link; in the meantime, brainstorm some characters and plot/drama ideas!
See y'all soon. C; -
super interested track x1000
if my brain weren't so fried I'd start some character development right away but
oh well
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hi, my name's iron.