09.30.2019 → There has been some exciting changes on CD lately! We've added a new monarchy to the groups of cats on the islands, as well as restructured the boards a bit to allow for some space - thus, redrawing the map! We've also promoted Nifty to Global Mod! There are some auditions open right now for JungleClan Deputy as well as for all of the new Kingdom of Mokuhau high ranks - Artemis
09.12.2019 → Unfortunately Elaedria is stepping down as administrator due to life being too busy to keep up! The site will be going through some restructuring in high ranks as well due to this. Effective immediately, the word count is now 100 minimum. Some more changes will be coming in the future - members have been emailed a survey to help us figure out what to change and how to get better. Thanks for your patience! - Artemis
WEATHER
Year 55, Scorching Sands 09.05.2019 → The temperatures of the islands are a steady 98° F on land/ high 80s in water. There is almost no breeze, the sun is uncomfortably warm.
Prey during the day is pretty scarce due to the heat, however is quite active after the sun goes down.
Lost in the dense jungles of scattered islands, facing perils unimagined by their ancestors, are three warrior groups - The traditional JungleClan, descendants of the original clans carried aboard a twoleg contraption from their home long ago and breaking new ground on old beliefs. Second, the curious TidalClan, made up of kittypets who chose to abandon their long since passed twoleg civilization ways for those of true felines. Lastly, the mysterious Tribe of Twisted Roots, hidden in the mist from others with their strange ways and a deeper knowledge of the land around them. Together they must learn how to take their fate into their own paws if they wish to survive this land of erupting mountains and roaring waters.
Join our crew and dive into an island-based Warriors roleplay - a twist on the original series by Erin Hunter. We are a semi-literate site with a minimum of 100 words per post.
Kingdom of Mokuha ∙ Crown Ruler ∙ Female ∙ Fifty-eight
Appearance
Description sentence:
A large white molly with arresting spring green eyes.
Appearance:
Cruel joke spat within the fact of one meant to love, offer all until not wanting was she, enjoyed how displeasure had twisted and marred a surface bearing the weathering of years.
The silent passage of wings bearing aloft predators donned in the soft plumage of ivory was she named for but she knew the tales, bore witness to the mutterings of ill omen for the cruel hook of searching talon had wrote an end not transcribed upon her skin with the offering of her name.
Sight to behold is she though fragile in days of forgotten youth, a slight little bundle bound in the soft feathering of coat pristine in its ivory shading, dainty the soft points of delicate pink. Time all that may remedy such and indeed it does as it should, from the stone laced with a fine covering of fallen flakes is she carved, though dainty is she in stature grown immense beneath dense coat. Yet none may discount budding muscle lacing fine structure of bone, may not discount the manner in which aloft is she held, regal and grand she is all manner, yet curled the sweetness of gentle smile by depths of spring.
Personality
Positive:
✧ Compassionate
✧ Ebullient
✧ Meticulous
✧ Principled
✧ Dedicated
Neutral:
✧ Assertive
✧ Candid
✧ Ambitious
✧ Witty
✧ Intuitive
Negative:
✧ Hedonistic
✧ Critical
✧ Prejudiced
✧ Barbaric
✧ Scornful
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Skills & Combat
Strengths:
✧ Diplomacy
✧ Close quarters combat
✧ Strategy
✧ Stealth
Weaknesses:
✧ Agility and flexibility
✧ Commitment
✧ Swimming
✧ Collaboration
Combat:
✧ Defense: 16 ✧ Attack: 1d20+6
Character Background
Connections:
Grandfather — Raging Typhoon
✧ Former Crown Ruler
✧ Deceased » killed by a snowy owl at 67
Grandmother — Fading Sunlight ✧ Former consort ✧ Deceased » passed away peacefully at 88
Father — Shattered Ice ✧ Former Crown Ruler ✧ Deceased » died of unknown causes at 74 Mother — Ivory Petal ✧ Senior scout ✧ Adoptable » 90
Sharp the lilting note of her cries, how they lingered about the upper edges and grated within young ears though muffled each utterance of her agony, intent it seemed the well worn surface of carved stone to cast forth a reverberation of it until all may know her sorrow. Long ago he had given up futile attempts to peer through the opening, the gentle press of a paw enough to dissuade, the lulling warmth of breath skirting along his ears as words were spoken for him along casting aside any further attempts. Yet nothing could quite stop the tightening grasp working through his chest, cruel the wicked press of hooked talons until beneath them his heart stuttered to an uneasy halt, fluttering moth caught behind a cage of bone once it found rhythm once more.
Exhausted the rasping voice beckoning forth, the stretch of taunt silence following the fading echo of her final utterance broken with an air of affection. Almost did he linger, look to the matriarch yet there was a kindness in the depths of her eyes, the sweeping coil of her tail indicating his entrance was permitted. Metallic and laden with salt that which polluted the air, strange how it mixed a rancid note of copper about a faint sweetness, beneath held captive the familiar scent milk carried. Dark the space chosen, set away from the dotting mounds of nests build up with the shed quills of past catches, yet loud her breathing, the rasping edge of it speaking of a lingering pain.
Wide the soft depths of warm honey, the gentle patter of tiny paws reaching volumes unexpected, cast back as the stone walls seemed to reject his mere presence among them. Momentary his pause, seeking reasoning for why it was his mother lay in a fashion he had not witness before, none of her grace present as her limbs stretched, faint groan drawn forth no matter the slightness of each movement.
"It's alright, you won't hurt me," delicate the threading of mirth through murmured voice, sweet and welcome the curl decorating the light expanse of her muzzle.
Bolstered by the admittance he was welcome once more began his trek though slowed his momentum, slight the tremor encasing tiny paws, fixated upon what was not present before. Alike they, though standing before the tiny bundle of ivory giant does he feel, questioning the light press of a nose against the curl of her spine. Protesting the soft utterance of a warbled mew, brief the abandonment of her meal though there is nought to be done to rid herself of the cool shadow cast over her, forgotten in time as once more did the sweetness of milk call to her.
"Was I that small?" A quiet note of innocent curiosity stole into whispered query, incapable vision filled with wonder from moving, caught beneath his gaze the newborn.
What might she say within answer, how could she articulate the sudden weaving of pain and shock numbing her senses even as her nerves felt as though fire danced on each tip. Burned into her memory the night when Moonlit Oasis had been called with a stuttering, unsure voice breaking with a note of sorrow, none wishing to see another perish yet their fears were not abated until it came to an end.
"You were smaller, could even fit you on my paw with room to spare." Teasing the soft utterance casting aside a silence grown cloying and thick, clutching at her throat until stolen was her breath, or at least a farce of mirth played about its edges. Expected his presence, if only for long enough he may greet his child and set within motion the future before her, the mere utterance of a single word enough to quell doubt as to which path she may walk.
For a moment Ivory Petal looked upon her Ruler - second always the bitter concoction of tainted affection, a love that was not truly present - measured and thoughtful her tone. "Since it was your decision to name Howling Wind I thought it only fair I name her." Nothing. Though between the points of her teeth was her tongue held, expected a response of some kind, be it one that cast aside the delusion of her importance or a mere utterance of acceptance, expectant the shadowed gaze boring into her. "Owl Flight."
Cruel was she in this, brief the enjoyment she derived from the silent parting of jaws, gaping wide before the subtle click of teeth heralded the closure once more. As much as she came to crave a response that was beyond the staunch stretch of uncomfortable silence all she received was a low hum, his departure marked with no fanfare though she knew the signs of his rage, the stiff set of his muscles and the quickened step of his pace. For her had this all been, a mere jab of needle sharp claws into his heart so she may watch him squirm and realize she was not as lowly as he seemed to think.
Maybe it would have been better if he had acted in accordance to her wants, demanded of her a new name for the daughter bearing a namesake which had ripped from them her grandfather in a spray of crimson upon the fresh snow. No longer could she enjoy this moment, hollow her victory as she merely tended to her daughter, Howling Wind settling between outstretched legs to watch as she slipped into the depths of slumber.
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A point of affection is it all drawn from no matter how ill conceived it may be, a flawed aspect set within the core construct of all consuming worry, the gnawing press working along her stomach until shortened each pained breath.
You won't turn out like him. I can't lose you too.
Unbidden the rise of thought through the loose threads of her mind, ensnaring about it all else, felt the quick flicker of panic beating as though secondary heart was situated behind the first. There had been no need, thoughtful the examination of capable paws as they had tended to squirming kitten with care, the protest of each utterance bringing forth only the notion of strength, no matter the slight earliness of her birth still was there a spark in her that kept her life going. Yet victim to her own thoughts was Ivory Petal was she watched the young kitten she tended to tumble as small paws grew clumsy, tripping and stumbling, gentle the press of a nose as her footing was regained with assistance.
For a time she had kept her away, a well tended secret held close as though she were a delicate bloom like to be crushed if allowed to exit her sight, the bidding calls of the others enough to tempt the child, however, whittled down her resolve until she gave in. At times she worried, felt how the sharp twist of guilt worked through her heart when her sharp cries rose after a particularly nasty spill, soothed for a time when her progress was impeded for already was Owl Flight tended to.
Among them one in particular caught the eye and for a time, as much as she wished it to be otherwise, mother and daughter found no fault in the one deemed Widow's Web.
Unease had been within unsteady steps, felt the chill press of nose and the skirting warmth of breath laced with the sweetness of soft hum, her laughter a silver bell as she stumbled forth lost on churning gears its edging of worry. Loud all around and Ivory Petal barely tamped down the want to reach out, once more pull her daughter in close so from the world could she be protected, but uncaring Owl Flight in the budding joy of restrictive freedom. Not the first was he, far from such, though oddity was he in a way that caught the eye and held it. Boisterous and rough the play of those about toddling kitten, among the fray brother though no longer was he one of them, lifted to a height where under father was he now a pupil.
Trampling paws, unheard the utterance of fearful cries, barely swallowed a cry rising as pale paws swept her up. Howling Wind. Tremor laced his paws, worked until his frame shook with each, hidden beneath laughter that did not find root in wide eyes. Yet it was another, aside he sat, the fine lacing of silver dancing about the tips of white coat mesmerizing. Poor outcome of her first taste of freedom but it was enough to loosen her tongue and nothing could stop Owl Flight, sought the one who hardly spoke and yet, when done so, lifted with an air of joy and curiosity his voice until enrapt had she grown no matter the lack of understanding.
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"Howl?" Tentative the lifted squeak of gentle voice, an utterance coiled across her tongue, heavy its weight pressing deep until the points of tiny teeth took hold about tip. Worried the muscle for a time, unmistakable the rise of worry in depths that had lightened over the short span of her life, the once tranquil depths of cornflower slow in its loss, the fine shading of budding spring overtaking widened eyes.
Sight was she, framed within the rough hewn stone opening into the depths of nursery tinged with its heavy note of milk about stale air split by joy touched exclamations, drawn into herself until the fluffed coat of ivory seemed little more then a mound of wayward snow the uneasy lash of tiny tail skirting along the ground. Loud had been the voicing of her anguish when it had grown clear from her would Howling Wind be taken, none quite sure how to handle her outbursts until temper was smoothed by lackluster offering.
It was as such she waited, ignored all though the passage of some brought with it lingering gazes, upon the tips of their tongues questions or offering of activity to tide her over, all departing when tiny features had scrunched up in a snarl. Or at least the approximation of such, rather endearing the sight in a manner none voiced aloud.
The name rose once more, lingering behind closed mouth before the echoing note of hurried steps met her, of a more languid pace a secondary, the light manner in which the tread was accomplished nearly drowned out. Quivering each tight muscle until, with no thought as to the thoughts of those left in her wake even as a reprimanding call tried to draw her back, Owl Flight was stumbling forth in a clumsy run. Familiar the warmth of limb she strode into, the short utterance of laughter not matching the grimace painted across silver toned features, momentary his attention before to companion did it flick.
"I-I'm sorry, Owl, I can't pl-play right now." Near to pained the uneasy curl of lackluster smile, startled from her a gentle sound, the fine points of claws digging into delicate skin beneath the leg she clutched though far from her want to harm even as a grimace took hold and spoke of such. "I'll come visit y-you later, I ha-ave a few new feathers to sh-how you."
There was nothing within her limited lexicon that may voice the roiling disappointed coiled within her chest, pressing close until caught her heart, cruel its squeeze as her breath rushed forth bound with a quiet whimper. No chance was presented, if even her tongue may formulate the response she carried a desire to speak, disentangled though left for only a moment was she before a paw wound about her. Well she knew the lingering sweetness of milk, the trailing notes of flora that thrived within such conditions, and beneath something solely of her mother, heady and comforting.
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Lost within the slow tumble of her thought the numerous times his voice had risen, filled the cavernous space with a soft edging of budding sorrow, beneath it caught the trailing notes of panic.
Near enough bold may his actions have been deemed when the days proceedings wound to a close, worn beneath rough play the sparking energy propelling each forth with wild abandoned, the soft murmur of want to continue, begging amused mothers to allow them a little longer never quite drowning out the heaviness of each step. Yet there had been a moment, lingering within the threshold until a mere shade seemed he, apart of the rock about him with how still he had grown as the gradual sweep of his eyes took in all. There was no words in the soft utterance of their voices, the press of tiny paws flattened ears against her skull in a weak bid to drown out the offend sound.
"Owl? I br-brought you s-some feathers..."
Upon the surface of her tongue venom laced insult lingering, soft their edges as her mind sought a concoction of misheard words and those she was told not to utter for impolite each in their own way, yet the crevice in which she lingered, the tight hold of the encasing walls comforting in a fashion unexpected, forth echoing only the broken sound of barely stifled sob. There was nothing that may clear the overloaded silence hanging as though it were a fog, before them stretching unseen a precipice opened like a yawning maw, yet upon many did his teeth work, tested them with hushed breath before aside it was all placed. Poor them both with the words dancing across caged tongue, the quiet stutter of heaving breath alighting within his chest an aching note of sorrow, sigh dancing within the chilled air as he thought best of speaking.
From the intrusion did Owl Flight flinch, the stretch of glimmering crescents stilled when deposited was a collection of feathers, bent the shaft of some, others the barbs a mess of colour, muddled in the haste executed in their plucking. Reverence in the slow movement of tiny paw, tickling along the pale surface of pad the fine strands, steady the passage though aftermath was no less chaotic then what had been given. Momentary the meeting of eyes, lingering upon one another and her mouth opened in futile attempt, echoing within the contained space the click of teeth settling together once more.
How may she articulate the budding growth of spiraling heat encircling the hammering beat of stuttering heart, give short lived life to the soft cotton buzz of static filling her head until the lull of grief tainted by rage was all she knew.
Clumsy the tongue trying to warp each breath, put within shaky boundaries a meaning that may convey in volumes higher then the prick of heat encircling her eyes. There was no need for such, or it may have been the soft patter of each drop upon the rocky surface of the ground spoke in a fashion her voice was robbed of, the hiccup of a startled breath breaking into a quiet sob. No matter how she wanted to push him away, reject the warmth of his coat where it pressed along her, loose the circle of his body wound about her, comfort was present in lengthy strands tiny paws pulled at.
There was no need for useless words yet they arose, the stuttering, broken string of mumbled words offered a landscape of green and heat, sluggish her thoughts as she was caught within the sweetness of fable.
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Squire » Six to twelve months
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"I've never done this before so I guess it is a learning experience for both of us, huh? Well, uh, I guess we should start with a tour so you can get acquainted with everything but the plateau is close if you would prefer that, o-or we could just... talk...?"
Mindless chatter riding upon the uneasy curl of static laced thought, pointless each further word tacked on to ever heightening pitch of lifted voice, harsh its reverb as the rocky landscape threw it back at them.
Unexpected had been the rasping call, ringing forth within the wide expanse of roughly hewn rock until each eye turned with inquisitive glaze to where the short jut of a ledge held aloft the one deemed Shattered Ice. Silent her presence framed within the opening leading into expansive den, barely registered how his attention settled and pulled at her, light the tremor encasing wandering paws, the soft tap of each step a thunderous clap in the echoing space of still air. Little more then autopilot had guided her forth with a sense of trepidation, the memory caught in muscle assisting where her brain struggled to process the scene before her at a sluggish pace.
No matter his words, how it twisted and turned about her head and caught was her attention when his address rang forth through the soft pulse of confused static filling her mind with a droning buzz of unease, lost Owl Flight until unwelcome guest intruded. Then mere face within the crowd was he though from the masses was he set apart, how the darkness of delicate patching spun between the ivory of thickened coat in mesmerizing fashion, mirrored all that was drawn across slack features within his own.
Sun Shadow.
Fitting such title worn upon shoulders bearing the shade of ebony, from him taken the soft palette of snow and ice, of a sky stretching forth with the soft accumulation of waning light. Yet strange a fellow was he no matter the shortness of their acquaintance, abstract and minimal that which propelled him forth with an odd collapse of forelimbs that nearly brought his cranium down to the rocky floor of the cave, tangent sought and continued on until another caught his mind until ceaseless was the hum of his voice. Indeed, within the half hour they had been within the presence of one another, brief had been the pauses between useless drivel so breath may be drawn.
"Training." Though upon the tip of her tongue lingered remark swallowed the harsh comment, tiresome grown his voice until a faint ghost of it danced about her mind. Wanted was this, the chance she may prove her use was beyond that then a secondary heir cast aside into the shadow until such a time as her father deemed her fit for the throne, poor the cast of a brother lacking in all ways. For a mere moment slowed her steps, faltering as breath broke with a quiet grumble, displeasure twisting across the expanse of her ivory features.
It would do no good for either of them if she deemed him such, though weak had grown Howling Wind in the proceeding days since their 'talk' and startled had she been from restless slumber when from his control had seemed all taken. Upon his doorstep lingered death, merely awaiting with fist of bone raised for the moment the clock struck twelve, but seized her heart in a squeezing fist when she thought on such though strange how pleasant had grown the fantasies of standing alone in a place rightfully her own to claim.
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Rise as the sun was a mere sliver of golden light spilling forth in unbroken streams across the frigid snow laced landscape. Find a morsel small enough it may quieten the displeasure of her empty stomach but incapable of causing upset. Walk the perimeter as it stretched down to meet the sandy expanse of beach, stolen a few mere moments of budding warmth. Spend the later half of her day upon the wide expanse of the plateau, paws frosted and near numb from the tedious work of clearing the speckling of snow, the burn of her muscles igniting a fire roaring through her belly, the thrill of even such mock battle singing within her veins.
Monotonous cycle constantly circling back upon itself, spaced in such a fashion those few hours her time was solely her own to fill in a fashion deemed befitting grew a dull prize, fine the budding hatred for the inactivity of time wasted. Some dark corner of her mind whispered to her in lilting tones that her health was ailing, spiraling as the gnawing press of accumulated darkness encased the sluggish trudge of thought held at bay by the aching heat of overtaxed muscle.
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Username: Mars Discord: Micah #3543 Length of Time on Site: Just over two months General Activity Level: I check the site at least once a day and I tend to be on discord frequently Character Name: Owl Flight Age in Moons: 58 moons Rank Applying For: Crown Ruler of the Kingdom of Mokuhau Why Does Your Character Fit the Role?:
Rational and level headed in the face of danger : One who leads by example and tends to put herself in the line of fire when such is applicable she has come to cultivate a line of thinking very much based on what past experience has come to show her works, though she does have moments when certain things may trip her up Owl Flight nonetheless refuses to back down from a challenge, rather preferring to face it head on.
Trusts and cares for her people : While it is known her own daughters carry more favour then her sons, and even then there have been rumours her Consort is not the only one to warm her nest at night though neither care to hear of such lies, no matter who she has come to find a deep love and respect for her people she hopes extends to them, further wrapped up in a persona that proves very warm and maternal, the image she wishes to project one of family no matter which subject she is conversing with. Likewise she trusts them when it comes to decisions, though alone with her council of her family and Shaman may such come to the conclusion on the larger matters those that impact all or are more trivial in overall nature are brought before her people, respected and taken into consideration their worries with any action she performs.
Macabre and cruel : While there is very few that know of this side of her those unlucky enough to watch her in the middle of interrogation or otherwise playing with her food in a manner that may release her stress without harming another knows her capacity for cruel action meant to hurt to the extreme, enjoying the pain as it twists their faces, relishing how they scream in the privacy of an area all her own. Unfortunately time has seen this grow and she has increasingly pushed her subjects she knows to be weak willed into situations that offer harm so she may enjoy it, though the guilt she feels over such is overwhelming and so the action is rarely performed.
Liar and cheat : Not beyond stooping to extremely low levels to get what she wants it is not beyond her to sprinkle in white lies or otherwise twist the truth entirely if it means she is left in a better light then the truth may offer, as such it is difficult to trust her word or otherwise deem her actions genuine for she may well simply be lying to further her place and continue to cultivate the affection for her subjects she so desires.
Roleplay Sample:
"E-excuse me, Owl Flight, s-sorry for the interruption..." The soft stammer of a shaky voice broke the soft chorus of gentle conversation, stilted its once even flow and aside put the thread of their conversation for later review, upon the intrusive figure unwelcome in their discussions numerous eyes turning. Slight thing the one chosen to carry upon trembling shoulders a message clumsy tongue could not quite articulate, about the cavernous expanse of open area did their gaze turn as though upon another point might they fix then the royal family before them, imposing each in a manner that set their heart fluttering with an uneasy rhythm.
Gentle the quirk of uplifting smile pressed into the surface of pale toned mouth, yet unfit it against the chill light encasing half lidded eyes. Mere moments did such linger though enough stilled their heart for the course of moments, caught in closing throat stale breath that left an aching heat when it arose in a sputtering cough. Almost did the lift of a limb escape their attention, slight the rotation of paw beckoning them forth. Set against the back wall of the massive cave the rocky rise on which the assembled perched was but one of many, well above their heads sat the fringe of rock jutting forth from where proclamation may be voiced, dotted about the loose stone acting as a walkway each member of the royal family. At a point she was of a height no other may match Owl Flight was loath to give up her place, the warmth within the stone sure to be leeched away when she moved for the length of time during which she had lingered had given it such, but necessary this minor loss for what seemed a matter of great import.
Back did each step as her steps alighted upon their chosen stones, all but the last. Momentary the pause within her forward momentum, cruel grown the edge of a smile bore upon surface of ivory toned muzzle. Know the controversy, the fashion in which their esteemed ruler had come to lead her life, lingering about the lowest steps the one taken as her Consort and the only son given to her amongst the swath of daughters that held high places near to her side in all assemblies. As such it was odd when her tail alighted upon the shoulder of the one deemed Frosted Dew, expected his company as she traversed the short expanse of ground separating herself and the messenger.
"Breathe, Cloud Shade, it does no one any good to get yourself worked up." The quiet rasp of Owl Flight startled the overtaxed trainee, for a moment their paws skirting the ground as they flinched back with unsteady steps, the press of a paw to their shoulder leaving their skin to crawl around the point of contact. Kind was the one before them, a faint worry lacing a furrowed brow as she lowered herself so their eyes may meet, but frightening her presence in a fashion they had been unprepared for. "Take your time then tell us your message."
Deep the gulps of breath taken in before, with a shuddering exhale that skirted along the edge of barely parted teeth, Cloud Shade found their heart evening out into a tempo more manageable though felt how it thundered against their aching ribs. "A stranger, on the western coast, he wishes to speak with you."
Involuntary the utterance of a hiss dancing upon the tip of her tongue, drawn back the trainee as the sound registered, widened their eyes as they watched on in stupefied silence. "Thank you for informing me, Cloud Shade, you may rest for today."
Upon deaf ears fell the stuttering thanks offered forth, already aside put they now that their use had been depleted, the dark gaze of Owl Flight flicking over a select few. Unnecessary the utterance of words as all arrived in quick succession, though near to her still was Frosted Dew as though he feared moving from his place would allow another to usurp it, though well she knew the tell tale anger arising in Crow Feather as she looked upon her brother. Unworthy she, in truth, but no other had shown promise that time may allow Owl Flight to hone and so upon the shoulders of her youngest daughter had the weight of heir been placed, spiteful and cruel as she was there was a certain strength needed for the work before them.
"If they are from one of the clans -" spat the word as though seared her tongue by merely allowing it passage "- you are to chase them from our land, if necessary use force, I will not have them belittling our ways when they believe the stars speak to them." Ludicrous such notion, gone those of the past once their last breath had been taken, their lives cemented in memory and nothing more. "If it truly is a stranger to this land then we will decide on the course of action once we hear him out but by no means is he welcome beyond the coast."
Other Info: I have helped make a few groups and have written leaders and deputies on other sites, I've also held staff positions which lead to me having direct influence with major plot lines so I am more than happy to do big plot lines for both Owl Flight and the group
lightningclaw of jungleclan stagfrost of tidalclan owl flight of the kingdom
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If one were to request a single word that may sum up Lightningclaw is his entirety the best fit would be large.
Over the heads of those around him does he tower in a fashion that has brought forth various nasty rumours where it comes to the matter of his contraception, even years after the fact a point of heated debate for those who care to gossip over old news. Yet it is not merely how tall he is that such factors into, though it is part of it so too is how wide he is, the his broad chest and shoulders tapering off into wide set hips. Even lacking the hefty weight of fat lined muscle apparent is that he is one made with brute strength at the core, difficult to shift when his weight is squarely planted and with power behind his every strike.
For all of this softened is his image when one takes into consideration what is layered over the top of it all, the heavy, downy presence of a coat that proves lengthy and thick. Though a terrible hassle in the days of his youth, leading to bouts of heat stroke and migraines induced by the high temperatures he has come to learn how to combat such over the course of his life. Much of the colouration of this thick coat is a tone of orange, though primarily viewed as dark for he uses the shadows to save him from the blistering heat of the sun it is a bright point in direct light that seems to shimmer, the dark points of barely visible markings swallowed within the base. Yet not alone is it for the chest and underside lack the pigment and instead are white, this shade climbing up the throat and colouring a portion of his face in a blaze ending between the eyes.
Self critical and with a rather short fuse but it is all hidden under a persona that is rather warm and welcoming. Coy and rather secretive, enjoys flirting freely as a distraction, with a competitive streak a mile wide and a love for dangerous tasks that gets his heart racing.
Former mentor — Carubashade, senior warrior, 97 ⚡ Adoptable
Best friend — Anispine, medicine cat, 50 ⚡ Written by Seppi
History:
Childhood ↳ 0 — 5 months
She was all too young for motherhood, unprepared for the turbulent time as the heavy expectations of the lives depending entirely upon her and timely responses would greatly overshadow any want that may have entered her mind, but a simple fact of life at that stage in time.
Curiosity weighed heavy when the unexpected haste of trembling steps had taken Starlingcall, one of the new additions to the warrior den though soon from her would such a title be removed, towards where Paleleaf tended his stores with a careful eye. Though none were fool enough to speak aloud of what plagued their thoughts apparent was how many had formulated their own reasoning for her actions, the aversion to certain foods waved off with one excuse or another and the bouts of sickness driving her into the jungle away from prying eyes most telling of all. She had heard how the queens murmured between themselves when the sun had began to decline and the cooler afternoon allowed for play beyond the nursery, pointed some of their gazes as they silently accused her though others held only pity.
Only a child had she been though she had seen seventeen months come and ago, the crack in her rasping whisper as she had requested assistance making a nest amongst the queens, averted her gaze as she feared what they might say. Upon one so young and inexperienced none wished harm but it was difficult to view her in a positive sense known about the camp she had been with none, scoffed at the toms foolish enough to try which begged the question she refused to answer - who had sired the life now growing within her.
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As seemed the custom for such unwanted pregnancies there was no ease when her time finally came, the air heavy with humid heat and the thunderous clap following the flickering light of lightning the only thing overshadowing her screams. Silent was the horror of those present, few as they were and chosen well before as Paleleaf prepared all he could both himself and the queens alongside the expectant mother knowing the first to be the hardest and her youth merely adding another layer of danger, in their minds ringing the thought that it was too early.
And indeed it was. Two weeks seemed but a minor factor, not enough time to cause grievous harm, though there is pain to be found in such ignorance. The first never breathed no matter the efforts of both healer and mothers tending to the tiny body as best they might with minimal resources, this situation neither expected nor planned for and thus unprepared was Paleleaf in those moments. Preoccupied with the next it was the queens who decided amongst themselves better to give the lost son a quiet burial and speak of him when Starlingcall was better, the blood that beckoned forth the next son only further assisting them in rationalizing such a course of action.
A bright point against the darkness of her belly, still beyond the shallow raise and fall of his sides, gentle the coaxing in a vein hope the newborn may nurse. Yet away was their attention turned when the next arrived, stark the difference of the solid black, the eager fashion in which this one latched on and suckled prompting the ginger to do likewise though Paleleaf made note of how he seemed weaker in comparison, barely drinking before he seemed to fall into a slumber. The last of them was the smallest and like her mother the dark base of her coat was dappled in ginger though defined were her patches rather then the faint smears of colour of Starlingcall.
Nothing more may be done for mother nor kittens, though apparent was the worry that plagued the mothers intent on staying close, some bold enough to curl about the new mother as she slipped in and out of consciousness, hushed their voices as they spoke amongst themselves hoping that keeping the silence at bay might keep the four grounded with them.
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While time and rest was able to assist with Starlingcall's situation it was difficult to tell if the same might be said for her kittens, weak and fighting for each breath, the only one amongst them that seemed capable of handling the fight the tiny black kitten who had been the first to act. As though following the fateful day of their birth the ginger was close behind, slower in his execution but showing a strength that allowed hope to flourish. If only the same may be said for the daughter, the tiny tortie refusing to eat though her weak cries cut through her ailing mothers heart.
Time crawled by at a slow, painful pace but, at the least, showed improvement. As their third week drew to an uneasy close both toms showed marked improvement and were readily nursing, though at times she worried as it seemed her supply was not suited to all three, even the last taking to it a bit more readily though always was there a fear there for her only daughter. Secure in her hope that they would survive Starlingcall felt it was time to name them.
The black kitten was deemed Arumkit as a tribute to her grandfather and for how his black coat well reflected the darkness of certain flowers. Her daughter she decided was to be Violakit for her own mother had always loved the flowers and she too had a coat well matched.
More difficult had been her time upon the last, amongst them had he stood out though the bright ginger upon himself matched that of Violakit, the quiet swell of sorrow in the depths of her eyes one many caught onto and wondered over curious as to if he was the most alike his sire. It was not until his first month found its end that the tabby was named Lightningkit for the bright tone of his fur reminded her of stories her grandfather had told of the occurrence of red tinged lightning, rare and beautiful, a sight that struck him with such odd excitement he could not recall another that had done such, her hopes he may do the same laid bare.
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Though hardships had defined their beginning at the least the trio was showing remarkable improvement and was developing at the expected rate, the beginning of their second month seeing what had begun as clumsy steps grow in confidence. Among the youngest in the nursery at the time playful was the utterance of menace where they were concerned, trouble enough one but together they were a force few cared to reckon with.
Left to their own devices much of the time it became a group effort to wrangle and care for them, though none uttered complaint as they watched the new mother look on in fond pride as her children continued to explore and play, voices found with odd questions only ones so young might think plausible enough to ask. It all seemed too good to be true after what had occurred only two months before and indeed it was, the cough that wrecked Violakit only the beginning. Compromised from the early birth and other issues that had plagued her from the beginning a constant patient had she become for Paleleaf, though the mandatory visits had petered off some as it neared her third month, though in full force once more was the healer.
There was nothing any of them could do, however, worsening her condition until what seemed nothing more then a minor cold developed into a chest infection. Forced was the quarantine of the kitten for none wished to see the others grow sick from contact with Violakit though Starlingcall had protested screaming at the healer as he told her it was for the best, that it allowed him the room to treat her, all the while her sons watched on in quiet fear.
It never mattered what Paleleaf tried to make her stop visiting, best he the only one to have contact with the ill kitten for he had built up a better immune system over the years and could handle it if caught quickly, the young mother was not one to be turned away, however. Adamant she be present to help care for her daughter it became an uneasy routine for Lightningkit, the few hours she spent with them to eat a quick breakfast and play shortening as she hastened to meet with Paleleaf and learn what had happened during the night. No matter what he put on a brace face, they both did, for their mother and sister.
But it could only do so much and they never understood, could only watch on in confusion when their mother did not return one day and her cries drew them to the opening of the nursery. In the middle of camp had they found her, though another queen had stopped them with a sad look upon her face. Curled about the seemingly sleeping body of Violakit had Starlingcall been, the soft, cracking voices of her sons pleading for her to come back, wanting to know what was happening, but she never heard them instead she continued to sob into the chilled fur of her kitten.
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No matter how much he pleaded with Starclan to give his mother back, the one that was kind and sweet, who enjoyed playing games with them and went along with silly, childish pranks, nothing was capable of doing so.
In the wake of the death of her daughter the change was understandable and none faulted how her mood grew sour, fuse near non-existent though one never knew if it was anger or tears that would greet them once it burnt away, given the time and room to grieve without interruption. Yet, for Lightningkit, that understanding never quite stuck. Constantly did he unknowingly push her buttons, reminded her of what she had lost only weeks before, his offering of gifts only casting a dark shadow about already pain laden thoughts. In time sick of it all had Starlingcall grown and he could do nothing but cower away from her when she had turned and yelled at him, the rage in her eyes terrifying to behold.
Had he been older, held within himself the capacity to understanding what she going through, possibly things may have ended in a different fashion. But of course it would have been that much easier for all involved if he had a level head and been mature in his approach, was able to grasp the concept of death and the turbulent time his mother was caught in.
Rather then act in a way to allow her the time and space that would assist in soothing her broken heart rash and aggressive had been the response of her son, the fashion in which he conducted himself one that incited only anger. No matter who it was his response was to snap at them and speak insults he had over heard the apprentices and warriors use, cruel the pranks he used until an unfortunate queen was subjected to a nest brimming with rotting meat. Once it was easy to brush aside his actions as nothing more then the product of his grief mixing poorly with childish habits once enabled though no longer could they find a way to put any of his deeds into such a light.
Close to his sixth month the conversation quickly turned to putting off his apprenticeship as a way to punish him for such actions though the queens proved unwilling of such, his presence offering nothing but constant worry for both them and their kittens. Yet they were unwilling to not punish him for his transgressions, such setting a poor example for the others residing in the nursery alongside him at that time. In the end the decision was made for them when Paleleaf approached Starlingcall with an offer to take Lightningkit on as his apprentice, a way he may be of use and the healer may teach him how to behave within a clan when before him must others be put.
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Medicine cat apprentice
↳ 6 — 12 months
Within a short expanse of time endless had grown the frustration exhibited by unwilling participant within what was, in many ways, a cruel and unusual fashion in which to punish his transgressions. It seemed no use to act in a fashion contradicting what the code set for them, how he shirked duties in favour of sneaking out during the early hours when many were still sleeping, learning alone as his anger was worked out through physical exertion.
Each morning it had become clockwork, the bright point of eyes looking into the confinement of the den set aside for the apprentices though he offered no words, nothing but a silent gaze that spoke volumes. In the dark corner near to the back did Lightningpaw linger, only curling tighter as he relished the momentary displeasure over his chosen course, yet hollow rang his victory when Paleleaf departed. For what he had done bound to the camp was the apprentice, though nothing had stopped his periodic travels through the jungle, though he had grown weary of being subjected to the same sights throughout long days lived in relative silence as the others ignored him.
In the end it had been his own decision to depart a den that had grown stuffy and all too small.
Nearing the conclusion of his third week counted amongst the apprentices a restless boredom had once more begun to spark his anger though caught one too many times it grew apparent Mangostar would not stand for his escapades any longer, no matter the hour it seemed someone watched him. It was as such he felt eyes, curious this time at least, as he exited the den long since emptied as mentors called forth their apprentices for training. Unfamiliar was the medicine den, though he had visited many times in his youth hazy were those memories for he had been on the verge of falling unconscious many of those times, an odd sense worry gnawing along his belly.
While he was capable of speaking out against how he had acted there was no mention of what he had done in the previous weeks, rather Paleleaf proved cordial and patient even as Lightningpaw continued to strive to make a nuisance of himself.
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A lost cause. A month elapsed since Lightningpaw seemed more willing to listen, though in truth he had proven himself bull-headed and cruel, enjoying messing with the stores and acting in a fashion that made him seem dumber then he truly was. Unfortunate was it when it at least proved partially true, his weak point abundantly clear.
Even as he charged forth and offered names and usages for each herb held aloft before him more then Paleleaf liked was it wrong or merely a made up word, apparent that the mind of the apprentice wandered and he cared not to reign it back in. Yet so too did he notice how he grew frustrated in times when genuine thought was put into his answers, no matter how the youth tried to school his face into a look of nonchalant boredom little things betrayed his inner turmoil.
Worse the results when Mangostar had lifted the restrictions keeping him within camp, sparse and disheartening the occasions Paleleaf had brought him along for herb runs. No matter the numerous times he drilled it into the head of his apprentice nothing stuck, flighty and more interested in the rustle of undergrowth, the movement of the warriors about them accompanying to act as guard as they sought to fill their own needs. Permitting him to move freely and collect at his own leisure as the healer focused upon what was truly needed was a mere frustration for both, the few scraps Lightningpaw returned with of no use and what proved needed in ruin.
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He cared nothing for the reclaim nor the supposed power tied into the position roughly shoved into unwilling paws, held atop his head as though he were expected to be thankful, grovel at the feet of the one that extended an invitation into a private little ring that carried the weight of their ancestors. Time had worn away at the simmering heat of bubbling anger contained in the twisting knots of his gut, grown rare the sharp edge of snarky retort. Listless, every ounce of life seeming taken from him as his days focused around mindless tasks, grown familiar the stores as he picked through it seeking signs of rot and age that may ruin the carefully tended to stockpile.
Familiar had they all grown with his visage, quiet the mumbled words spoken under his breath when Paleleaf barred entry from the den they had come to share once his third month drew to a close, the point of the necessity of the move finally striking home. All that transpired in the time since his assignment to the healer and the moment suspended around him then was lost, bleeding together each quiet moment of disappointment not voiced but acted upon in different ways. Nothing had worked, all the time and effort Paleleaf had funneled into his unwilling apprentice a waste. Or, at the least, it was the way Lightningpaw began to view things.
In time he avoided the other all together, slept just beyond the mouth of the den and arose before Paleleaf had a chance to do so, taking leave with the warriors as he had not needed to since those first weeks. Nearly a month of this and it grew clear what once seemed an endless patience was wearing thin, the quiet note of anger in the voice of the healer as he directed his apprentice to clean the den in preparation for new herbs he was to gather. Alone it felt easier to let himself relax, the heat of anger returning as a sneer decorated his mouth, mockery the poor imitation he voiced in private. Cut short by the sudden influx of noise as a warrior came barreling into the den he had only moments to prepare before another was bringing forth a patient, the crimson painting both cause for worry.
Nothing more then superficial marks decorating the flanks and back caused by the sudden flare of tempers as a pair of senior apprentices had faced one another it was nonetheless a daunting task set before him, the hurried mumbling of what he assembled was the mentor clouding his thoughts. By no means a quick or painless process the end saw the breathing of the apprentice even out, much of their midsection decorated with a heavy covering of cobwebs, cleaned from their fur the blood as much as possible. Resting comfortably their mentor settled by their side, offering quiet thanks that was mirrored in that of another though pride rang through this secondary voice.
Standing in the mouth of the den Paleleaf looked upon his apprentice with a slight smile, his efforts to teach the boy over the almost five months they had together working out well though unexpected was it in the end.
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Apprentice
↳ 12 — 19 months
Half of his life wasted away within the confinements of a den carrying within the heavy stench of herbs and it seemed nothing would come from any of it.
All knew well how things went where the healer was concerned, the time of training not leading into a peer being accepted to work alongside him but a disgruntled pupil pushed aside, expected they would be able to pick up the pieces and start over once more. A dark corner of his mind had understood likely was the outcome of his own future, the atrocity of his work a factor impossible to ignore though he had been steadily improving. It mattered little the logical line to such thinking overshadowed it beneath a misguided hope, deadly the pride encasing his thoughts.
Stilled had grown the conversation staged between healer and ailing leader, exhausted eyes turning to the intrusive presence. The beat of his heart stuttered and skipped as it fell upon Mangostar to speak of the decision both had come to, though the echoing presence of annoyance was one Lightningpaw clung to. It never seemed to matter as he tried to convince them both he was worthy, upon Paleleaf his attention settling, his pleas but a nuisance he seemed prepared to be rid of. Left adrift in his confusion and anger over something beyond the minimal reach of his control, uprooted his life and once he had grown sure within his place once more the rug ripped from under his feet, he could do nothing but abide.
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No matter the turmoil dominating the sluggish movement of senseless thought filling a head seemingly stuffed with cotton on went life around him, unwilling witness to it all had he been reduced to in the mean while. Though his chest ached with an unbidden pressure, false the stretch of a grin bore upon his muzzle, amongst the crowd had Lightningpaw been when the call rose. Unsteady was Mangostar where he perched before them all, amongst the last of his calls they would bear witness to but one he handled with the conviction and poise that had carried him through the years of his rule.
Asunder had they been torn, the poor state of their relationship within the early stages of their apprenticeship only further worsened as he pushed back against each attempt to rekindle what had once been. Whirlwind the proceedings, the celebratory cries ringing within his head as the newly named Arumpool looked over them all, well worn his grin. Momentary was it before his steps faltered, the forward momentum of warrior briefly drawing to a halt, confusion within his eyes as his passage crossed Lightningpaw. For a moment his jaws opened, the want to speak, explain, swallowed when his own name was called.
Before all was his shame exposed though kind was the fashion in which Mangostar conducted things, the low murmur passed through those assembled expected but disheartening all the same. Pitch black the one who stepped forward when a name unfamiliar to Lightningpaw was called, even her stride as she took her place, of a size necessary was it she tilt her head back to even look him in the eye. Near comical seemed the scene as the two met in the middle, brief the contact of their noses before the proceedings drew to a conclusion.
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Good or bad breaking a habit is a tedious, lengthy process. Ingrained into his mind, rooted into his muscle until subconscious the steps drawing him to where the heavy scent of accumulated herbs permeated the air beyond the space that house Paleleaf, faltering until his progress ground to a halt.
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Warrior
↳ 20 — 49 months
Met and grew close with Anispine's half siblings during his early days as a warrior.
At about twenty-seven became a mentor.
Around thirty-six is when he assists Anispine with an altercation between himself and a Tidalclan fighter.
Forty-two was when Anispine invited Lightningclaw on a herb gathering and things kicked off between them, three months later when he introduced Anispine to his half siblings, at this point they knowing of him but not the other way around.
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Senior warrior
↳ 50 — 62 months
Paleleaf was killed when he was fifty-two, a month later he began to assist Anispine and was more a secondary medicine cat then a warrior for a time to allow Anispine time to grieve and come to terms with what had happened.
At fifty-six, during a routine herb run, the pair was caught unawares but a storm and a stray bolt of lightning that struck close by damaged the hearing of both but it is as of yet an unknown and Lightning chalks it up to the fact he is merely growing older.
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Adopted from Seppi.
I'm a dumb and deleted his old bio which is why he has a new one.
Your Name: Mars Your Current Characters: Plovertooth (wip) Do you have any high ranks? If yes, would you like to relinquish any? No and no Do you wish to archive any characters/threads you have on the go? No
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Stifling press of stale air, constricted passage of throat until faint the wheezing lift of choked breath. Caught within the fine strands of ill formed memory weary had they grown of recalling when last their slumber had progressed through the night without the displeasure of disturbance, ragged the quickened tempo of heart as mind surfaced from flimsy slumber. It may all have been but a quiet reprieve, a notion imparted upon pliable mind of youth touched with the crackling buzz of restless energy present only so mother grown exhausted may find momentary peace.
Unease curled about the dark expanse of mouth, gentle the settling of frown about it, downwards turned eyes. Gentle the flicker of memory arising forth with minimal clarity, caricature all he was reduced to bearing upon thin shoulders weight of unwanted world, sharp and cruel a grin bore upon blood streaked lips. They cared not to though punishment seemed it when up did attention lift, chilled the accumulated mass of moss, amongst it fine the earthen tones of feathers. Momentary did they indulge, reached forth until caught upon tips of claws one such, sweet the ringing call of once buried memory.
“Come on, mighty hunter, you’re not gonna let an osprey get the better of you, are ya?”
Suspended for but a moment, spiralling passage, fluttering within still air before once more did feather rest amongst the dying moss. Flicker of pale tongue drawn forth along surface of cracked, raw skin, ruined beneath the insistent press of teeth.
How long? For what extension of time might Dusk expect to feel upon slumped shoulders the heavy weight of grief laden vision, bear witness to the soft flicker of fragmented memory supplemented with the softness of dreams, see in others a light of joy before the sharpness of realization doused it for they were not the one sought. Within the accumulation of old moss claws sank and they cared not that it tore with the sharp jerk, minimal the clumps held simply deposited in a fashion that sent it flying, shedding bits and pieces as its trajectory sent it towards the center of the enclosed segment of land.
In time soon followed the rest as Dusk gathered it all and roughly removed it from the loose cluster of roots encircling a small parcel of land they occupied along side their sister and once he was amongst them, alight the wondrous joy of bright smile, lifted the dour spirits grown into a stone pressing into shrivelled, blackened heart. Anger twisted the darkness of soft features as Dusk emerged, cruel the lift of mouth though it seemed more a grimace painted their features, bubbling forth in closing throat a sob they struggled to withhold.
open & dusk grieving means time for anger
lightningclaw of jungleclan stagfrost of tidalclan owl flight of the kingdom
I'm excited to see where things go, I'm a bit tied up today but I'll see if I can get him up sometime tonight and could I grab the perm for the recommended set
lightningclaw of jungleclan stagfrost of tidalclan owl flight of the kingdom