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  • TRAD. SKYCLAN MASS ADOPTION

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; height:; width: 500px; font=; text-align: justify;][font=plantin][size=12]Hey there, welcome to trad. SkyClan's newest mass adoption. We're a pretty friendly group, in my biased opinion, and we'd love to have any newcomers. Our board can be found [here] and our guide is [here].


    Current litters are below; more may be added in the future. If none of the litters catch your fancy, there's another adoption taking place: TRAD SKYCLAN DEPUTY'S FAMILY


    001. STONEJAW x NPC, TATTEREDSTAR'S SIBLINGS
    - age/genetics: approximately 3.5 years old; maine coons
    - notable relations: Tatteredstar is SkyClan's leader. Their nephew, Stonejaw jr and Nightcrow, are both former deputies, and their great-nephew, Wasppaw, is the medicine cat apprentice.
    - slots: 1
    - possible plots: They were born in RiverClan and joined SkyClan to be with Tatteredstar. They may have trouble adjusting to their new clan and being away from former friends, and they may be jealous of Tatteredstar's position/success.


    002. NPC x NPC, FORMER LONERS
    - age/genetics: 8-10 moons
    - notable relations: None, however, if you're interested, they can be half siblings to Six, BloodClan's former leader.
    - slots: 2
    - possible plots: Witnessed one of their parents die at the hands of a SkyClan patrol, and joined to get revenge from the inside. However, after meeting some SkyClanners, they might either change their minds or continue to bear a grudge.


    003. FORMER BLOODCLANNER
    - age/genetics: kit aged - between three and six moons
    - notable relations: None, however, if you're interested, they can be the half sibling or child of Six, BloodClan's former leader.
    - slots: 1
    - possible plots: After wandering away from BloodClan to have an adventure, they got into trouble and were rescued by some SkyClanners, who brought them back to the SkyClan camp. Afraid of being killed because of where they came from, they haven't told anyone that they're a BloodClanner. Perhaps they're happy to have escaped the violence of their old home; perhaps they're just waiting for a chance to sneak back to BloodClan.


    Code
    1. [b]Litter:[/b]
    2. [b]Name:[/b]
    3. [b]Gender:[/b]
    4. [b]Note/Additional Info:[/b]

  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

    not much


    no work tomorrow, so i'm gonna try to finish up a few papers real quick and then spend some time here, but i have a feeling i'll be doing more with the papers and less here
    isn't that the way it always is?

  • TRAD. SKYCLAN MASS ADOPTION

    Trad. Characters wrote:

    Litter: STONEJAW x NPC, TATTEREDSTAR'S SIBLINGS
    Name: CopperShadows
    Gender: Male
    Note/Additional Info: Large maine coon, looks(below)

    Cop's accepted! Can't wait to see you around SkyClan!


    Rej wrote:

    Litter: Former Bloodclanner
    Name: Dustkit
    Gender: Male
    Note/Additional Info: 3 moons

    Dust's accepted! Looking forward to seeing him around! Would you like him to be related to Six or not?

  • GAP AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD // o, death

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    [size=12]Tatteredstar had seven lives left. He'd lost the first to the claws of Sheogorath, BloodClan's former leader. The young tabby had ripped open his throat. Tatteredstar could still remember the pain. They didn't tell you that. They didn't tell you that even after you were revived, the pain stayed with you. They didn't tell you that sometimes you'd wake up, paralyzed with pain that had no physical cause. They didn't tell you any of that, but they still expected you to be a good leader.


    He'd lost his second life to sickness. He hadn't told anyone that. Maybe someone had wondered at how suddenly he'd managed to recover, when the warriors around him gradually grew healthy. There hadn't been pain with the loss of the life. It had happened during the night, and the next morning, the illness felt like a dream. There was no ache in his muscles or tightness in his throat, although for a few days after, he'd felt delicate as a newborn.


    Tatteredstar had seven lives left when he went out on patrol, and he had seven lives left when he confronted a group of three rogues. They hadn't listened to his attempts at diplomacy: something about him had set them off. Tatteredstar was a good fighter, but he'd been outnumbered, and they'd torn into him savagely.


    He'd had seven lives when he set out, but as he dragged himself back to camp, one faded. The bleeding was heavy and his wounds were too large. His body couldn't knit itself back together. Trailing blood behind him, he moved slowly, painfully, body pulsing as he went from seven lives to six to five.


    Finally he was back in camp, but he couldn't see past the pain, or the darkness that licked at the edge of his mind. He wanted to call for Wasppaw, to see if cobwebs would hold him together long enough that he could heal, but he couldn't do more than let out anguished whimpers as he continued to use up his remaining lives.


    [ooc] sorry to leave you all so suddenly. i had a great time here, but i don't have the muse or time to focus on tat right now - maybe soon i'll be back with someone new. <3

  • We're all that's left {POPPY'S LEADER CEREMONY}

    Tatteredstar hadn't doubted that Poppyblossom would make a good leader. Admittedly, he hadn't expected her to step up for moons yet, but death was controlled by StarClan, not living cats. They'd called him up, ripping his remaining seven lives in one go. He hadn't been able to do anything but answer the call. If he had any last regrets, it wasn't appointing Poppyblossom as deputy—it was dragging himself back to the camp, hoping that he could be healed, without thinking about how hard it would be for his young kits to see their father bloodied and torn, slowly dying. If he'd been a better cat, he would have thought of that, and he wouldn't have subjected them to the sight.


    As Poppyblossom and Wasppaw appeared in the starry clearing, it was all he could do to keep himself from running at that. He melted from the shadows as Daisystem offered Poppyblossom her first life. Whatever Poppyblossom had been expecting, he was sure that the feeling that came with receiving a life wasn't it. Daisystem had given her an easy one, but all the same, he waited to see that she was ready before heading over.

  • We're all that's left {POPPY'S LEADER CEREMONY}

    Rising as Nightpaw offered a life of happiness, Tatteredstar approached. By StarClan, he wanted to head over to Wasppaw and see how he was doing, to reassure him that he was still with him, in spirit if not in body—but he had a job to do, and Tatteredstar couldn't shirk from his duty. He didn't bother with an introduction, and immediately pressed his head against Poppyblossom's. "With this life I give you loyalty. Remember that from now on, your clan is your family." A lesson he'd had trouble with. How often had he been caught sitting by the RiverClan border? How often had he let his grudge with ThunderClan interfere with his responsibility to SkyClan?

    Stepping back, he regarded Wasppaw and mouthed, "I love you." When Poppyblossom's ceremony was done, he had a surprise for his precious grandson, one the tabby fully deserved.

  • Keep your eyes open {Wasppaw's Medicine cat Ceremony}

    Admittedly, Tatteredstar didn't want to be dead. That wasn't to say that he wasn't enjoying it, because he was, but he'd give his right paw for just a few more moons in SkyClan. A few more moons with Wasppaw. A few more moons in which he could not just watch his kits grow, but be there for them. (He'd thought that he had a second chance with Foxdancer, that he could be a father, but fate seemed to conspire against him.) A few more moons so that he could say goodbye. Instead, he was dead, in StarClan. His body no longer ached: he could run and run without his wounded leg screaming out in agony. He felt strong, healthy, as he'd been in his prime. And all the faces that he'd missed! He was with Sedgeclaw again, and Snowbloom, and the cats he'd looked up to as a RiverClan kit. And yet...

    Still, his dear little Wasppaw was a medicine cat apprentice. He'd be a medicine cat soon. Tatteredstar would be able to speak to him, and even when he could not, he'd watch over him. Tatteredstar wouldn't physically walk besides his grandson, but he'd be there for him every step of the way.

    Right now, Wasppaw would be expecting to wake up. He'd be expecting a trip back to SkyClan with Poppystar. He'd be expecting more long moons trying to heal his clanmates, and begging the other medicine cats to teach him what they knew. For the most part, Wasppaw would be getting what he expected. The key difference was not that he would wake up as Wasppaw, but as a fully medicine cat.

    Tatteredstar had never expected to say the words of the medicine cat ceremony. That was the exclusive domain of medicine cats, not leaders, but this was a special situation. SkyClan had no medicine cat. Certainly, the spirit of one of the group's former healers could promote Wasppaw, but in this case, that wasn't to be. In this case, he had the chance to give his grandson one last gift.

    He stepped toward the medicine cat apprentice's cream colored figure and affectionately murmured, "Wasppaw, it's not time to head back yet." That ought to grab his attention. Wasp would be in for a surprise, but before he could ask about the delay, Tatteredstar had a few questions of his own. "How are you? How are you holding up?"

  • from the earth we were born — grime's storage

    — grime doesn't remember her birthname or know if she even has one. she goes by grime because cats used to say "look at that grimy kitten"

    — mom was prized housecat, dad was loner. her mom's owners tossed grime and her siblings into the river. a curious kid took their bag from the river before they drowned, and when he opened it, grime dashed away. her siblings' fates are unknown

    — she's a chocolate tortie point and is perpetually covered in dirt and scratches

    — grime talks and thinks like a street urchin

  • OFFICIAL BLOODFAM CHAT THREAD | v.2

    I

    I am going to finally make this girl's intro today

    she's a little street rag and will probably be super sassy and try to convince everyone that she's older than four moons and then throw a tantrum when they don't believe her

    and she's named grime cause she's a grimy kitten, geddit?


    maybe i'll even manage to stay active with her unlike with my past five one bloodclanners

  • modern major general — intro

    ✦ ✧ ✦ A filthy head poked out of a trash bin, followed by a pair of thin shoulders. Mashed banana clung to Grime's forehead, dripping into cerulean eyes, partially blocking the kitten's vision. She'd never been in this part of town before, but she'd heard of it: it belonged to BloodClan, which the young cat understood to be a gang just like those on the city's outskirts, only bigger and possibly more organized. She was pretty sure that the group had something of a reputation, although she couldn't be certain. She'd always been more focused on what was going on in her own little patch of the world.


    Bunching up her muscles, the chocolate tortie point—although it was hard to see the pattern and colors of her fur beneath the layers of filth that coated her—leaped from the garbage can. Grime had meant the move to be graceful, but as she fell, one back paw remained caught by the metal rim of the can, and rather than landing smoothly on all fours, she landed nose first with an undignified squawk. A pained, "Ow!" falling from her lips, the child huddled against the cool ground, waiting for the pain to recede before she got up.


  • modern major general — intro

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Of course she wasn't given a chance for the pain to recede before she was swarmed! Grime rolled her eyes skyward, toward the cats who might or might not (she wasn't clear on the matter) live up within the stars. If they were there, they sure had it in for her today, and if they weren't, well, the good about venting to imaginary beings was that they couldn't get back at you.


    Clambering to her paws, she eyed the two cats who were facing her. "'Course I'm alive," she replied, miffed, puffing out her chest. "I fell like that on purpose." Silly tom couldn't see that? He just had no appreciation for Grime's skill set. "Ain't nothin' on my face. Why are you starin' at me like that?" She probably ought to be a touch more polite with these cats, who could probably shred her without breaking sweat, but if the molly had learned one thing, it was that you gave in just a drop, you'd get eaten alive.


    Dual's comment wasn't one that the young femme appreciated, and turning a spiteful blue gaze upon the older she-cat, Grime squeaked, "I can hear ya, you know!"


  • modern major general — intro

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Dirt in her ears indeed! Bunch of bullies, this lot. Grime was tempted to stick her tongue out at Miriam, but the older probably wouldn't notice. He wasn't even looking at her anymore. Instead, she settled for archly stating, "You jest wish your ears were as dirty as mine. It's healthy." Admittedly, she was rather put off by how nasty they were being, but the cats on the other side of town were no better. She'd put up with worse. Plus, words didn't hurt, not compared to cats who chased her away with unsheathed claws, as though she didn't deserve any of their prey just 'cause she hadn't helped hunt it.


    "Dunno my name, but everyone calls me Grime, 'cause—" She broke off, catching the glance that passed between Dual and Canary, and those awful words 'bathe' and 'clean up.' Instantly, the she-kit tensed, fur fluffing out (what fur was glued down with muddy substances, anyway), preparing to run. Ain't no way these cats were gonna give her a bath. No one was dumping her in any river or puddle of water. She'd drown, she would, if that happened, and Grime valued her life, thank you very much. "Uh uh. No one's touchin' me."