Aw, we'll miss you, Rudy.
Yeah, Ren's free to go kill some SkyClanners if he wants. That's what I see as on of BloodClan's characteristics, actually: anyone can do whatever they want, and they'll only be faced with consequences if they happen to annoy a stronger BloodClanner in the process. If it does lead to a raid, well, figuring out how we could stand a chance is part of the fun of rping.
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[align=justify][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Flicking an ear, Six glanced at Sheogorath and Ren as they joined him. Although he didn't know the latter as well as he did the former, the fact that Ren didn't feel the need to give an elaborate speech on the fact that they were BloodClan endeared him to Six.
Riven. Now, that was a name he hadn't heard in a while, although this Riven appeared nothing like the one he had known. For one thing, this one was female, and by the looks of her, had some exotic blood mixed in. Considering the request for a minute, he nodded. "You're in, then. I'm Six." He didn't impress any rules on her: what few were in place were unofficial, and she would catch on to them soon.
Ew, I have to leave for work in an hour.
Ok! Onward.
Sheogorath wrote:Just 'Elite' works for me. Deputy could just be 'second-in-command', and Elite Healer can just be 'Healer'.
Of course, we could do BloodClan themed rank names or something if you want to be creative. Like Blood-King (leader), Blood-Prince (deputy) Blood-Mage (healer).
I personally don't see an need for creative names, so those work fine. /I'll probably end up shortening second-in-command to second because I'm lazy, but yeah.
I don't think these changes requires an ic announcement, but if you all think thatwould make more sense, Six'll bring it up in Sunday's meeting.
Speaking of meetings, I'm trying to do them every other week. This pace good for everyone or do you guys prefer them weekly or just when things come up?
Sheogorath wrote:I still like the idea of BloodClan retaining it's individuality by allowing members to heal themselves, but perhaps the main Healer can pick and choose who they teach to heal. Like, 'I don't like you, I'm not going to teach you how to heal yourself', so herb training will be less public and more private? That might restrict the amount of healers in the clan. Of course, if Six wants to get all tyrannical, he could just outlaw the learning of healing completely, only allowing the Healer and perhaps an apprentice to provide medical aid, but then, the healer themselves are like their own leaders, they can pick and choose who they want to heal no matter what the leader tells them? Except they'd be required to aid the high ranks, of course, because if they didn't they'd probably be killed or chased off XP.
--buttercup wrote:I just skimmed through that, but i like the idea of the self healing!
Both these ideas sit well with me. Thoughts, guys?
Sheogorath wrote:I thought the whole 'challenge for the rank' thing was actually already a thing? I had someone challenge Sheo once when he was leader. The only thing is that it could get really annoying if people are trying to fight you every single or every other day. Ugh, fights drain my muse. Especially if we get really popular, then it might get worse, or have a bunch of newcomers jump into the clan and immediately attack one of the high ranks to try and take their position. Again, really muse draining.
Beatles. wrote:And I'm agreeing with Sheo on the whole 'battling for rank' thing :/ it could get annoying at times
Spacey wrote:Fighting for rank is an interesting idea, but could get tiresome very fast if there's no restrictions and people challenge you everyday.
Haha, yeah, I meant stressing it more. You all have a valid point, so for now I suppose we'll leave it as is. If it becomes more popular, we can always revisit the issue and add restrictions, like how often someone can be challenged and so forth.
Sheogorath wrote:Should BloodClan remain mostly made up of 'individuals' united under one leader, or turn into an actual 'group' commanded by a leader? What I mean is, do you think Six should tighten his grip a bit and make things a bit more tyrannical and strict?
--buttercup wrote:but i like the idea of six becoming a bit more tyrannical, it could lead to plots in the future maybe?
Okay. Important! What direction do we want to go in? Individuals loosely sticking together in order to survive or a cohesive unit under the grip of a very paranoid (potentially healer-outlawing) Six? I can definitely develop him that way if that's how we want to go.
We all seem to have the same basic view of BloodClan's edgyness, so I'm not even going to address that—although it does occur to me, maybe the way the guide is written gives off that vibe?
Yep!
The healing position may be changed a bit, though.
revenrenven
i want renven
Bye, Grey. We'll miss you <3 Best of luck!
Looking good, guys.
what, but two tatteredstars would be so much funalso mine is called tatertotstar oocly so
Those changes will be ooc, but I'll mention them in an ooc note in the meeting.
Thinking that Six will be attacked by someone and slowly start thinking everyone wants him dead.
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[align=justify][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]The hotel was eerily quiet. Six had stalked inside after a failed hunt and immediately headed for the piano bench. His claws flexed against the stained wood, leaving thin marks, as he settled into positions and called, "BloodClanners, gather."
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[align=justify][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Considering how many groups there were between DarkClan and BloodClan, Six had been forced to lead his group of rogues around the edge of Clan territory to reach DarkClan's border. It made the trip much longer, but at the moment, they weren't in any position to start fights with the other groups. Six was sure that would change, given time, but until it did, caution was the name of the game.
The dark feline halted besides the border, dark gaze running over misty land. This was his third time by DarkClan, and only the second time that he was waiting by the border like a civilized cat instead of heading straight in. This wasn't a raid, although the amount of cats he'd brought with him might give that impression to anyone who didn't know about the DarkClan-BloodClan alliance.
welcome to bloodclan, jenn!
wait wait, nymph's working together with someone?
/rubs away a proud tear
my muse has been pretty awful lately so I'm gonna take a small break from BC
six'll be attacked and limp painfully away & sheo can take over
when it's up again i'll be back with a recovered six or new character
As Six is currently MIA and there's a new leader, I'm going to be locking this thread.
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[align=justify]// ic explanation for six's disappearance—basically expounding on what sheo mentioned at the meeting
He was jumped in a dark alley at the edge of the city. It was early evening, late enough that the street lights were glowing dimly, but the sky was still not black. Six had heard his attacker—it would have been impossible not to, considering how heavily the cat walked—but he hadn't paid him much mind. He recognized the scent, and most BloodClanners wouldn't be dumb enough to attack him. That was a weakness: where he'd once walked the streets with caution, Six had developed the poor, dumb confidence of those not worried about themselves.
The other cat was bigger than him, a massive Maine coon with dusty fur and a thick frame. He may have been a kittypet once, but if that was true, the only sign of it was the tattered, tooth studded collar around his nothing. Nothing about him seemed soft. Six wouldn't realize this until later, until after the other tom's claws had ripped into his pelt, and by that point he would barely notice. The attack came suddenly, just as he paused and turned his head to regard something against a wall. The maine coon was a blur as he launched himself at Six and started clawing at the leader.
Six fought back well, but the other cat was simply bigger and stronger. The fight itself was quick and brutal, and by the end of it, Six's body felt as though it was on fire. The ground was bloodied, but he couldn't say if the blood was mostly his or his opponent's. All Six knew was that, after some time, the attacks simply stopped. His mind felt hazy, and he wasn't sure if the other cat had run or if he'd killed him.
Moving hurt. Everything hurt. The world seemed, at once, both incredibly vibrant and terribly blurred, and his breath caught every time he took a step. As the sky continued to darken, the bloodstained feline limped aimlessly, barely able to focus on where he was going, what with the excruciating pain. The point came when he wasn't sure if the sky was getting darker or if he was simply starting to shut down. Stumbling into the hedge outside a twoleg den, he collapsed. What he would do, how he was going to recover—those were questions for later. Right now, all Six wanted was an escape from the world and his wounds.
/dropping by to say hello
I love the changes Sheo is bringing & my baby fighting pit is back up, i've missed you dear
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[align=justify][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Six was not a happy kitty.
His body was still bruised and battered, and although he was well on the way to healing from the attack that sent him from BloodClan, a fair number of his wounds were still only lightly scabbed over, and would open if pulled. He walked stiffly, green gaze swinging back and forth suspiciously as he snaked down the dark alley.
The cat had not been sure, at first, that he wanted to return home so soon. He'd recovered enough to hunt and fight, but he had yet to get revenge on his attacker. Besides, it was safer to remain alone. Alone, he didn't have to worry about betrayal. Alone, Six could grow stronger and colder and thrive.
Yeah, he couldn't do that. He'd headed back for the city late in the afternoon and had soon crossed into the familiar streets. Six was anything but relaxed as he strode through his former home. He wasn't expecting to attraction much attention, but if the attack had taught him one thing, it was to always suspect danger.
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[align=justify][font='Times New Roman, Times, serif'][size=12]Six's careful surveillance was not in vain. As he picked his way around the glass shards of a broken bottle, he detected the familiar large figure of BloodClan's leader—for he didn't doubt that his second had taken over. Six would have, had Sheogorath been the one to disappear, leaving behind only a trail of blood that soon enough simply faded away.
He peeled his teeth slightly as the tabby's voice rang out, familiar and achingly loud. As he listened to the maddeningly unclear comments, he regarded Sheogorath's figure. The tom was still physically impressive, strong and healthy looking. For a minute, Six wondered if Sheogorath had been responsible for the attack. He hadn't been the one to actually assault the former leader, but he could have had someone else do it...No, that wasn't like the tom. If Sheo had wanted him dead, he would have done it himself. All the same, he did not let down his guard.
His cold, almost paranoid gaze slipped past Sheogorath as Taboa revealed herself. For half a heartbeat, he wanted to step toward the calico, but suspicion darkened his gaze. Could she have something to do with the attack? Taboa loved him; she had borne his kits, but perhaps that was just a ploy to cozy up to someone who seemed likely to gain power—for when they'd first become close, he hadn't achieved the rank of second yet, much less leader, but she was smart, and she might have suspected that he would rise. Perhaps, when she'd seen that despite being mates, she wasn't amassing power quickly, she'd decided to take matters into her own paws.
The thin tom was jolted from his thoughts as Taboa pressed against him, twining her fluffy tail with his lackluster one. Almost instantly, he stiffened, and quickly disentangled himself. Stepping away, Six turned icy eyes toward his mate and abruptly ordered, "Don't touch me." Running his eyes over the length of the alley, his expression hardened and he resumed his trot.
Six - ♂ - Pounce
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