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  • CLANWIDE CHATTING + PLOTTING THREAD

    Your drawings are so awesome! I'm jelly c:
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  • OFFICIAL RIVERCLAN CHAT/PLOT THREAD!

    Need to get this account back in the groove of things lol
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  • OFFICIAL RIVERCLAN CHAT/PLOT THREAD!

    Thanks c:
    Are there any threads I can jump into? Sometimes I'm not sure when looking :P
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  • OFFICIAL RIVERCLAN CHAT/PLOT THREAD!


    Thanks! Appreciate the help! c:
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  • A SEA OF TENSION [open, swimming]

    Strolling quietly as he usually did after patrols and a quaint meal, Thornyrose let his liquid amber gaze shift around the scenery. A few voices sounded in the distance, toward the direction of the river. An invisible brow raised as the thin oriental tom picked up his pace and shifted through the undergrowth until he saw who's voices they belonged to.


    Letting his gaze flick from Cougartail, Driftlow and Pansykit, Thornyrose stood in the same spot for a few moments. He wasn't very social with his clan-mates, which meant when he did see them, he was usually ignored or he just went the other direction. This time would be different. Desiring to have a swim as well, the chocolate brown tom took a leap of faith and padded to join them. An short smile curled briefly on his maw as he got closer "Hey, guys" he mewed briskly, in attempt to mask his hesitation.


    Not minding the cool water as he waded in, Thornyrose's teeth flashed as a splash of water jumped to meet his nose and maw. A chuckle erupted from the tom before he took the plunge and dove underwater, submerging his whole body into the river. The drop in temperature was a shock, but he recovered as the lack of air drove him back to the surface. Keeping his legs moving to maintain circulation and warmth among his limbs, he glanced around back at his clan-mates, subconsciously hoping he wasn't being a nuisance
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  • OFFICIAL RIVERCLAN CHAT/PLOT THREAD!

    Welcome, welcome! c:
    I'd explain, but I'm a bit with you on that. I was a tad inactive for a while, so I'm not too sure about the redwater/clearwater business. :P
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  • Plots with Thorny?

    I would really love to get more active and involved in RC, so some plots would definitely help with that c:
    Thorny is basically open to any of the following:
    ★ Friends/Enemies (Cause who doesn't move a bit of both)
    ★ Quarrels/Fights
    ★ Relationships (Brief or long-term)
    ★ Mostly anything but his own death XD




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  • Lennox's Bio

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    Lennox | Female | 26 Moons| Bloodclan [fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 490px; line-height: 12px; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 10px; color:; text-align: left;]


    GENERAL:
    △ Lennox | NICKNAMES: Lenny/Len | Feminine
    △ Biromantic | Bisexual
    △ Single | ½ of nothing | Crushing on no one | Open to plotting
    △ Anastasia X Unknown | Second generation | Siblings: 3 Unknown
    △ Apprentice: None
    △ 26 Moons | Aging: Real time
    △ Member | Traditional BloodClan



    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    △ Mentally not right in the head
    △ Cesarean scar present, indicating a time where she carried kits.



    PHYSICAL:
    △ BREED: Oriental | HEALTH: 100%
    — Grey and ginger spotted tabby/White underbelly and paws. Liquid amber eyes (Ref)
    — Physique: Thin build, prominent muscles, long legs and tail
    — Mental State: Shows signs of Anti-Social PD and often hears three different voices in her head.
    — Physical State: Healthy



    PERSONALITY:
    — Positive traits: Determined | Confident | Protective | Loyal | Focused
    — Negative traits: Harsh | Territorial | Fierce | Gruff | Venomous




    INTERACTION:
    △ Independent, relies on no one
    △ Extreme Difficulty | Inconsistently low Mentality
    △ Battle Dynamics [Will start fights, and plans to end them]
    △ Speaking in #964c4c
    △ Attack in #722020/Thinking in Italic


    DETAILED PERSONALITY:
    △ At first glance, Lennox is perceived as just a simple beauty; nothing off about her. Many would think this upon first meeting her, but once she's worked you out, you better steer clear. In the un-embellished truth, Lennox is mentally insane. In result of her history, this former kittypet has developed a unique and fearful personality that should not be regarded as nothing less than dangerous.


    Acting solely on emotions and no thought, Lenny will lash out at anyone and everyone that stands in her way. She has no emotional attachments to any beings, but if the allure of another cat has her infatuated, she will pursue with absolutely no hesitation. She has no time to keep her words and thoughts to herself, not caring if what she says hurts or discourages anyone. If something is on her mind, she will say it.


    With no regard for others' lives, except her love's, Lennox is not a cat you would want to approach without a way to run or defend yourself. She finds humor in harmful behavior, seeking out ways to mentally toy with others that are hurting. She is not right in the head and should not be considered sane or anything similar in any way.



    HISTORY:
    △     Born to her mother Anastasia, Lennox had never known her father or siblings. This was due to an unknown male getting her mother pregnant, leading her twoleg to give away the three remaining kits to people who offered to buy them. Luckily, Lennox was able to stay with Anastasia and live her life in the comfort of a twoleg den with all the warmth and food she could ask for. This was how it was for her first year and a half of life.


    Being the young, curious and rebellious she-cat she was, Lenny quickly found herself in a pickle when she befriended a tom-cat named Hexe. They were fast mates, expecting kits within a month of their meeting. It wasn't planned or expected, but nonetheless, both were excited. Lennox confided in her mother with such happiness, but her mother's response was nothing to be hoped for. "They'll be taken away as your siblings were, Len." she said rather bluntly, disappointed in her daughter's rash actions. "I-...I won't let them be taken!" she exclaimed. The worry and stress of the eventual thoughts of her kits being stripped away from her weighed to much on her.


    Nearing the time of her due date, Lenny went about hiding around her twoleg's den, avoiding the pink-skinned female with strong intent to keep her kits. This went on for a few more days until she was finally forced out as her twoleg tried to get her into a cage. She was merely taking Lennox for a routine check up to see how her kits were doing, but the young molly had no idea.


    Teeth and claws flashed out as she bolted out of the flexible flap that allowed her and Anastasia to leave out into the garden. In her state, she ran until she couldn't run anymore. This would prove to be nearly fatal as she unknowingly ran onto a busy thunderpath. A silver monster clipped her, sending her pregnant body flying out towards the guard rails. In the accident, her head landed on the black ground with a sickening crack.


    Luckily, another monster pulled up and brought her to a vet. Because the accident left her in such a terrible state, her kits were delivered by cesarean section and unfortunately were stillborn. Unbeknownst to Lennox as she finally had her strength back a few weeks later, the feline had no recollection of what happened. She woke up to a very different personality. Another cat there told her that her kits were born dead, but Lennox barely paid attention to him as the new voices in her head spoke fondly to her.


    Set to be sent back home to her twoleg, Lenny managed to escape in her crazed state, killing a young cat in the process. But who was she to care? Her life was forever changed by the decision she made. As she ran, she found Bloodclan, mental in her own way, but brutal as a fighter. She made her way up to a Member rank and has now remained as so, not holding back anything.



    VOICES IN HER HEAD
    Following the events of her accident, Lennox's mental stability remained cracked. A clear head is nothing close to what she has. As a result, the femme hears three distinct voices in her head, her assumption being that they are the voices of her stillborn kits.


    Sibyl: Sibyl is a representation of innocence, alike that of a fairly young cat or kit. She is highly against violence and tries to voice her concerns, though is often overshadowed by Redmond. Her voice soft and timid, lacking any sort of influence on Lennox except for the rare bout of regret. Lennox often ignores this voice.


    Loch: Loch represents all the reason that Lennox lacks. He will be the one to point out possible mistakes and finds sensible solutions to try and sway Lennox's opinions and decisions. His voice is fairly monotonous and expecting.


    Redmond: Redmond is the epitome of trouble. His voices hold great influence on Lennox, mainly being the cause of her callous and sadistic ways. His sinister voice booms over his counterparts, holding the most influence on Lennox.





    DETAILED DESCRIPTION
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  • i didn't wanna get out of bed [meeting 4/8]

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    True crimson begrimed the albalaster white paws that trotted so contently across the dust-riddled floor of the building. The owner of those nimble paws had made her way back home following a quite pleasing morning. It was a pity, though, for the injured sparrow that seemed to sulk daringly close to the electric fence that surrounded Bloodclan's urban quarters. It may not have met its fate with the fence, but the end result was inevitably the same when Lennox had uncovered the fledgling with prominent delight.


    It's body was met with relenting claws after a lengthy teasing of nips at it's wings. She loved to toy with her meals, giving a false sense of hope before they met their end. Who wouldn't love such a thing? Her meal was a messy one, hense the evidence of crusted blood matting not only her paws, but her face. No, she hadn't forgotten to wash around her maw, she took it upon herself to make a bloody masterpiece across her grey and ginger features. Fiendish, but she saw nothing wrong with it.


    She had arrived just in time to see Bloodclan's dark tabby leader heave his battered self onto the work desk, his addressing words succeeding. Piercing liquid amber eyes broke through the gore on her face, scrutenizing the wounds on Sheogorath's face. Her peculiar tendency to observe others brought a toothy smirk to curl on her maw. The madgod had to be stinging with distress, only his unwavering expressions hiding what might be seen as weakness to those below him.
    At the decision to isolate Bloodclan from the forest clans, cutting all contact from them, Lennox glowered at her leader. The chance to taunt the forest-dwellers brought great pleasure to the thin femme, her desire to use her teeth and claws on others hightened. "What will I do for entertainment now? Sit on my tail and let so many opportunities to have a bit of fun go by without action?" she spoke aloud, her hooked tongue drawing over her maw to get a taste of the blood that lined it and her face alike. Other living beings would have to do until the order was lifted.


    Lennox couldn't visibly care less about the announcement of Sheogorath's Second, her deranged mind too entangled in ideas of sinking her claws into something. A hummed tune drifted from the feline's vocal chords, a smile curling on her maw in response to many oh-so-brilliant ideas.
    Distant hues raked over Taboa, a good long look at the feline was her silent way of a saying 'congrats'. There was no time for verbal adulation, though she definitely wasn't one for such a thing anyways.


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  • Like the visions streaming in your head [lennox's intro//open!]

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    Long claws clicked rhythmically along the barren alleyways of Bloodclan's territory, only lengthy curled dewclaws holding any means of reinforcement. They did seem to be the only nails that refused to dull in their inactive use, so why not make them more threatening for when they would finally meet an chunk of flesh to sink into. The feline that owned steps of boredom had just abandoned the hotel following Sheogorath's meeting.


    Liquid amber hues held noticeable contempt for what had just been announced, the pleasure she received from toying with the forest cats drained into nothing but restlessness as it was stolen from her. "Maybe it was for the best, they already think you're a loon.....Shut your trap, Loch! We need to find something else to satiate our hunger for blood. Hmm...a roaming kittypet?....Too much trouble there....Ugh, fine. You're no fun. Think smaller, then."


    "Good idea, maybe a rat or something will be scurrying around. There's plenty of possibilities to do with that. We could take it to the electric fence for some spark-tacular entertainment!"


    Lennox spoke aloud to the voices in her head, oblivious and fairly unconcerned of how that seemed to others. A grin followed her words, her paws dancing on the concrete ground as excitement ignited in her bones.


    Sibyl ┃ Loch ┃ Redmond -Info-
    Speaking in #964c4c ┃ Attack in #722020 ┃ Lenny's Bio

  • Seeping through the cracks | Moltenglass' intro | Open!

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    It had finally found them, their fear scents attracting it like a hummingbird to nectar, feeding on the sweet liquid to merely survive the constant, never-ending movements of life. It had watched the large coteries form, their motives similar; to serve and protect their respective clans, whichever the name and territory. Clan. This miniscule defining word was what attached it to them, knowing all well of clans and how they functioned. It belonged to one once before, but that clan burned to the ground at its will, its friends and parents disintegrating into the ash that suffocated them.


    Those fear scents that once attracted it, were now replaced with optimism and what was it? Hope? Hope that they could better their lives and clans? It hoped their useless buoyancy was short-lived, it could wiggle its way into their factions easier that way. From the shadows, the prodigious being remained, choosing when it would allow them to see it's true form; but with off-chance of a sharp disturbance of another being drawn by its scent, it may be taking a step into the sunlight quicker than anticipated.



    Sumptuous orange hues were always watching, the large irises flecked strikingly around the pitch circle of its pupil with shades of vermilion and chestnut; a sea of endless magma they so truely resembled. It's body reigned to be just as breathtaking. Long tufts of feather-soft fur coated a river of rippling muscles and sturdy legs, it's unusually long tail coated in the same lengthy locks, a stately plume that fanned out along the appendage presented as a result. Onyx was majoring colour of its fur, the dark hairs holding a beautiful purple hue when exposed to natural light. Rich ginger tufts littered the same pelt, with their vivid intensity splayed when in exposure to the same light. A field of glass obsidian, broken up by cracks of molten rock that forced out in pools to create a natural divergence. It knew how others saw it, tumbling over each other to gain its attention. It sickened it that through its whole being, it was only seen for its looks. It was beautiful, heart-breakingly handsome, and it used this to its advantage, manipulating those who failed to see anything other than its looks, no matter who or what gender. Its hard to resist the magnificent.

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    An orchestra of string instruments seemed to play in its wake, the mountainous form weaving so silently and expertly through the undergrowth, the snake making its move. It followed the cloud of scents as they lead to four standing oaks, drifting off in different directions. This would be its home for now. It would become known once it felt the time was right. For now, it took to slowly circling the perimeter of the clearing, out of sight of course. It would learn as much as it could before it decided to reveal itself, or it was inevitably found. Whichever the outcome, it would be ready for anything.


    It had a motive, it always did; though it would never reveal this to anyone but it venomous mind. Those who were attracted to it, in any sense, would become its victims. Drawn in with promises or ideas that peaked their interests, no matter the level of truth behind them. Even fools gold brought the thieves at night, it knew this all too well, but they would too find out soon as well.

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  • plot with this deceptive loner?

    — So this is my new charrie, Molten, and his main goal in life is to pretty much draw in new victims to do his dirty work. naturally, his looks and flirtatious/mysterious appeal draws the more naive cats in and he's all for making them think he's a friend or lover so he can manipulate them into doing what he wants.


    Anyone up to plot with him and possibly be manipulated by him? He's making his way around the clans and I'm open to pretty much anything with this lad, except for killing him, or hurting his handsome butt permanently of course XD

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  • plot with this deceptive loner?

    — So this is my new charrie, Molten, and his main goal in life is to pretty much draw in new victims to do his dirty work. naturally, his looks and flirtatious/mysterious appeal draws the more naive cats in and he's all for making them think he's a friend or lover so he can manipulate them into doing what he wants.


    Anyone up to plot with him and possibly be manipulated by him? He's making his way around the clans and I'm open to pretty much anything with this lad, except for killing him, or hurting his handsome butt permanently of course c:

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  • c a l a m i t y [Interaction/Meeting for Cedar's Rogue Group Only]

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    A rustle of the undergrowth announced its presence, the massive figure summoned by this new cat it found to be the leader of this group. It had no idea why it joined, maybe as a way to get closer to the clan? Find a better way to them than just presenting itself on their marked borders? Who knew.


    The mesmerizing beast of a feline slunk it’s way toward the boulders Cedar stood upon, volcanic amber hues searching over the male like slow-crawling magma. The questions it had ran through its mind, spilling out of its parted maw. “Seems we’re quite similar to the clans. Gathering like a pack of mutts to look up at one self-proclaimed alpha” it spoke out, though said no more as it nonetheless took a seat near Domino.


    The handsome Maine coon had no reason to put on its act for these cats, its smooth and seductive ways dissipating into common boredom. The thrill of the chase and manipulation was how it chose to hurt others, they would do anything for it if it stroked the right strings. It’s not to say it wouldn’t fight for itself, but only if given no other option.


    It’s unusually lengthy tail curled elegantly around its paws, the beautiful plume of fur melding with the rest of its long fur. It gazed up at Cedar once more, an urge to take any action toward the clans clear in its bright hues.





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  • Staff help?

    Okay so i literally just changed my account name a few mins ago and my special self accidentally spelled it WEDDEDFIRE instead of WEBBEDFIRE. Is there any way staff can change this without me having to wait the 10 days? I really wanted to join traditional and get my charrie up and going today c:


    Frostsoul

  • WEBBEDFIRE BIO/STORAGE

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    [color=#COLOUR]GENERAL:[/color]

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] webbedfire

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] goes by "web" if you're close with er

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] 42 moons → ages every three weeks

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] born may 19th, 2015

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] female

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] preferred pronouns → she/her

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] skyclan→ joining loner, soon to be a warrior

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] no titles

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    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] has had her fair share of clan life before becoming a wanderer

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] doesn't open herself up to anyone due to her past failed relationship

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    ✯ [color=#COLOUR]SCENT:[/color] burnt oak with a cool minty hint

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    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] will / will not / might attack without reason

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] will / will not / might start fights

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] will / will not / might end fights

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] will / will not / might run away

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] feel free to powerplay friendly actions

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] open to ( capture, minor injury, maim, major injury )

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] ask before ( capture, minor injury, maim, major injury )

    [color=#COLOUR]✯[/color] bold name in #COLOUR and @/ACCOUNT

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