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Within a New World
Fierce, large cats that came from the forest had lost their homes - from which the people knew not of - and came into the town nearby the forests' edge. It wasn't much of a walk, though no-one knew where the animals actually came from. Despite this, most were friendly - atleast it seemed so - towards the humans, though others weren't so welcoming.
Within the alleyway, there lay a group of cats, humans hardly knew this group, though would often see them. These alley cats would always harass the humans' pets, a lot of fights broke out and the humans definitely knew something was going on.
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The forest was being destroyed, leaving the feral forest cats homeless and vulnerable. Now, they're the opposite of what they used to be - most, atleast. Most turned into "kittypets," as the strayed forest cats would call them, whereas others remained as a "rogue". Some even joined the group of alley cats, helping in harassing and fighting with the others.
The cats had different names for their groups, even the housecats, and they had different terms for just about anything and everything it seemed.
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The alley cats called themselves, and it often stuck with the other cats, a "Clan" - "BarbedClan". BarbedClan was made of cats of different sizes, shapes, ages, and ranks. They were often quiet from humans, besides a few attacks when one of their children would venture too close, or when a kitten would be too curious for its own good. Their fierce and can be seen as a "killing machine" to the humans, so most beware and stay away. Some of the forest cats had joined BarbedClan, seeing as it was quite similar to their old lifestyle and didn't want to give into change. Because of this, BarbedClan can get their paws on whatever they want as long as they have the right cat with the right "victim".
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The housecats, or "kittypets" as the Clan and strays called them, were just your average housecat, if not more violent and destructive. Most of the forest cats were put into their own family and are just as loving as their people are to them, but some long to venture in the wild once more, freely and cage-less. Due to them and some of their friends going into the Clan, they can be naive to some of the antics of the Clan.
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The strays are calm, but lash out towards humans if they stray too close. The strays call themselves "rogues" - atleast the more hostile ones - and "loners" - the ones who are more peaceful. They're seen as pathetic and worthless towards the Clan as they carry no human for food or anything of the sort, and they're not exactly able to get to the stuff the Clan needs.
(The descriptions above does not apply to all characters; it would be the average list but will most likely apply to your character.)
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Members
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Jaggedskies || Tomcat || Wolfie_Lover || BarbedClan - Warrior || Thirty-five-moons-old || Brother to Princely
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Princely || Tomcat || Wolfie_Lover || Kittypet || Thirty-three-moons-old || Brother to Jaggedskies
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Dawntail || She-cat || Vask || BarbedClan - Warrior (considering higher rank) || Thirty-four-moons-old
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Spottedpaw || Tomcat || Vask || BarbedClan - Apprentice || Nine-moons-old
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Brook || She-cat || MyCatMeowed || Rogue || Fourty-seven-moons-old
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Rules
1.) This is a fan-plot of Erin Hunter's "Warriors" series, please treat it as such by trying to linger as close to the books as possible.
2.) Mating is not allowed in the role-play area, take it to PM or skip over it. You may not color it black or put in a spoiler - it must be PM'd or skipped.
3.) Birthing is allowed, just don't have it too graphic.
4.) Medicine cats no longer exist within this role-play, not even in BarbedClan.
5.) You may have as many characters you want, just make sure you can handle all of them. If you cannot handle more than two, then don't sign up for more than two characters.
6.) Do not argue via OoC. Your character may have bouts of anger in the role-play, but do not lash out at others out of the role-play.
7.) There are a few exceptions to rule number one; words that are not in the book - may be considered swears to you, but not to me - but in the dictionary are allowed (i.e.: "damn," "ass," etc.). Names that are considered "illegal" (cats being named after metals, jewels, etc.) are mostly allowed, I'll go over the names if they're in BarbedClan with a certain name (i.e.: "Swordclaw," "Irontail," etc.).
8.) Please, try to remain literate throughout the entire role-play. Slip-ups and flubs are quite alright, but I'll have to understand your post. (i.e.: "lulu wnt 2 teh tre n 8 teh brk fm teh tre lol" is not acceptable. "Lulu padded towards the tree, looking at the bark, she took a soft lick." Ofcoursecatsdon'trandomlylicktreebarkhaha.) OoCly being illiterate is alright and perfectly fine!
9.) Don't use this thread as a chatroom - it obviously is not. If you're going to chat with someone, take it to a PM or actually post while talking to them.
10.) Keep your posts atleast ten sentences for the replier to work with. Ten or more sentences are perfect, but if you truly, truly cannot think of anything else to type, then please, don't type at all. (That sounded a bit harsh, I'm sorry. uwu)
11.) This role-play is way, way, way beyond the canon cats within the books, therefore you cannot use the overused "related to Scourge" or "sister of Firestar", because they're no longer there nor are they mentioned. There are stories about them, but they're not named within the kit-stories.
12.) You may not do anything, besides normal cat behavior, towards another person's cat unless you have their permission. A crush growing on the person's character is perfectly fine; however you may not become mates with them unless you both agree on it.
13.) You may not role-play humans. Humans are NPCs from here on out unless I say otherwise - which there is a less than 0.00001% chance of me saying "okay, go ahead" to the human character.
14.) Your actions must be realistic. If they jumped off the Empire State Building, they would have a very slim, slim chance of them surviving, isn't there? That's what I mean. You characters will have flaws and be realistic.
15.) Your cat can die, so treat it that way (unless in OoC, to be honest, I could care less of what you do to your character as long as it abides by the rules).
I will add more if they are suggested or whenever I come up with some.
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Forms
Image / Description: [Anything will suffice as long as it's a real picture. The description must be four or more detailed sentences.]
Name: [Any name will work - however, with the BarbedClan cats, you must check it with me. Former names are also meant to be put here, but those are optional.]
Age: [How old would you like your cat?]
Sex: [Is your cat a tom or she-cat?]
Rank: [If kittypet or loner / rogue, just list yourself as such.]
Lineage: [If your cat has any family members (kits, mates, etc. are included) that they know of, then they would fit in this section. If they do not know any living or dead cats, then just say so or skip over it.]
Personality: [How does your cat react towards others in the role-play? Their personality must be four or more descriptive sentences.]
Other: [Any other information you want to tell us about your cat?]
Role-Play Sample: [This also helps deepen your character's personality (and if they have a higher rank, then it shows how they behave towards that), history, and relationships. The role-play sample must be four or more detailed sentences.]
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Huge W.I.P. I'm finishing it ASAP))
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Name: Ali
Age: 48 Moons
Sex: She-Cat/Female
Rank: Loner
Lineage: Henry - Father - Deceased
Personality:
Other:
Role-Play Sample:
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@Vask: Sure, Dawntail can be a higher rank. Also, they're both accepted!
@~|Lakota~|: I can't wait to see the finished application~
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Name: Brook
Age: 47 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Rogue
Lineage: She was raised by a loner mother. She had two brothers but she doesn't' know of their current location.
Personality: Brook isn't too talkative but has been nosing around the "clan" for awhile. She can act a bit frightened around it's members for fear of being killed or caught. But when Brook is offended that fear can disappear and she can be defiant.
Other: If anyone would like to be one of her brothers you may make an application, just notify me about it.
Role-Play Sample: The tabby she-cat strolled cautiously through the streets. Her padded feet didn't even make a sound. Carefully she jumped onto a stone wall next to a house. Brook then gave a mighty leap onto one of the windowsills. Checking to make sure nothing stirred inside the room she turned her back to it and gazed down at the human city. In the distance lay the destroyed forest, charred and dead. A deafening noise inside the room made Brook's heart skip a beat. Without a second thought she descended off the house and back down to safe ground.
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@MyCatMeowed: Accepted! Start whenever. I'm currently using mobile and can't post. uwu"
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Alright, I guess I'll start.))
Brook crept along the side of the busy street. She tried to avoid the noon sunlight for fear of being seen. Taking a sharp turn into a more remote route she slid under an unused table, enjoying the shade. It was a hot day out and the sun-warmed pavement wasn't helping. Brook lay there panting keeping alert for any sudden sounds.
Strangely a familiar scent had found it's way to her nose. 'Oh great...' She thought. Brook had no intentions of encountering one of those crazy rascals. They'd probably kill her on the spot. Oh how she wanted to get away! Quickly thinking she spotted a small crack in a wall that she might be able to squeeze into. Hurriedly Brook trotted over and checked the hole with her whiskers. She'd just about fit. Turning around she backed in. The rough walls were practically ripping her pelt off.
As the padding sounds grew near Brook panicked and shoved herself in as far as she could go and waited. She tried to keep calm but her heart was beating terribly fast.
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The morning wind blew quietly, running it's gentle hands through Dawntail's soft silvery fur. She have a small sigh, taking in the gentle wind welcomingly. Her bright blue eyes shined brightly as she sat perched atop a building. She sat on the very rim of it, her tail wrapped around her and drooped off the edge. Her ears flicked as the sounds of the city slowly awakened. Soft purrs of car motors, flickers of lights turning on, the hum of gentle conversation. Dawntail watched the sunrise quietly, letting her mind go blank. She was only a few buildings away from her Clans main alleyway. She always watched the sunrise....always. On this building, in this spot. Dawntail flicked her tail as the warmth of the newly rising sun hit her chest. It have her a nice warm feeling she was greatful for. Mornings were always quiet for the clan. Many of her clan mates were bitter, and unapproachable. She supposed they had changed over the years. Only a few still held the pure heart of a genuine clan cat. They all still had clan hearts deep inside them, but blanketed then with bitter protection. Dawntail sat in silence for a while, paying attention to each little sound of the awakening earth. She slowly grazed over things that had to be done today in her mind.
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Spottedpaw awoke with a jolt, gasping for air that came all too slowly. ANOTHER nightmare. The apprentice sighed, letting his eyes graze over the alleyways. Clan cats milled around doing various tasks and everyone having a place. Spottedpaw twitched his ear as a small group of apprentices talked and giggled. Spottedpaw had yet to be assigned to a Warrior Mentor, but was still considered an Apprentice. He had been training with various Warriors over the past few moons, but never had his own Mentor. He slowly got up, gratefully stretching his tense muscles. Spottedpaw stood and quietly padded over to the group of Apprentices, perking his ears as conversation rattled his brain. A few of the Apprentices looked over at him with dirty looks, some completely ignored his presence. Spottedpaw was rather small for an Apprentice, so they looked down at him. He swallowed nervously, sitting with the circle of Apprentices. One Apprentice rolled his eyes, making an annoyed sound, and walked away. "C'mon guys. Dumbpaw ruined the fun." One cat said as the group stood and walked off with the other cat. Spotted paw flattened his ears against his head, looking at his paws as the other cats strode off down the alley. Spottedpaw gave a small quiet sigh.
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Jaggedskies
Jaggedskies groggily lifted his head, his ears flattened and his pale green eyes blinking upwards. He stood up from the dumpster's shadow, stretching out his limbs and back. His eyes scanned the area, seeing a lonely apprentice, Spottedpaw. The tom rolled his eyes, but padded over to the younger. "What's got ya down?" He asked, his voice still groggy. His ear flicked, finally acknowledging his messy coat; he crouched down, folding his ears back as if he had no intent on listening but looked up once he thought the apprentice was going to talk. The older tom's thick tail went to his own side, almost as if he were about to go to sleep again. "Go on."
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Dawntail huffed, now that the sun had pulled itself fully over the horizon. She flicked her silver tail as she stood up, walking gracefully along the edge of the building. The Warrior let her eyes Grace the rooftops ahead. She took long strides, then began to trot. With sure feet she leapt to the next rooftop, and the next and the next. Dawntail went to a walk on the last rooftop, taking a deep breath. She leapt from the rim of the building, silently landing high-up boxes, then leaping onto a dumpster. Flicking her tail, Dawntail looked up and saw the Clan Leader smiling at her. Dawntail gave a small smile, and inclined her head in respect. And with that, Dawntail sat herself down on the dumpster. She sat tall, perking her ears as she scanned the alleyway gently.
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Spottedpaw perked his ears as he heard pawsteps coming towards him. The tom craned his neck to see a Clan Warrior approaching. Jaggedskies he believed was the name. Spottedpaw then flattened his ears again, wanting to disappear. He hated being ignored by Apprentices, but lectured by a Warrior? Spottedpaw blinked in surprise when Jaggedskies asked what was wrong with him. Many of the Warrios had never taken kindly to shy, weak Apprentices. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt tight. He swallowed nervously, and tried again. "I-It's nothing really. It's just that none of the other A-apprentices have ever liked me." Spottedpaw spoke timidly, trying not to stumble on his words.
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She waited in the crack a long time. Was it just a false alarm? Feeling she was safe Brook pulled herself out only to come in the sight of a silver she-cat staring right at her, perched on a dumpster. Freezing in fright her mind ran over things she could do. Run? Fight? Faint?!?! Brook was running out of options. She'd be captured for sure!
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Jaggedskies
Jaggedskies rolled his eyes. "And? That's it?" The tom stood up, arching his back in a stretch. "If ya wanna be a true warrior, start actin' like one." His grumble ended with a tail twitch and he began to walk away. Wasn't he the apprentice without a mentor, though? This could get you a few points. He pointed out in his thoughts. His ear gave a flick before he scampered off to the freshkill pile. A few crows, mice, and squirrels lay on the pile, though something urged him to stay away from the crows. He picked up a mouse, briskly taking it back to his nest.
((short; I'll probably bring in Princely my next post.))