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Plot! « Thread Started on Apr 6, 2008, 2:23pm »
I have finally thought up a plot!
Four of Light, Four of Shadow, Those Who Walk the Path of Righteousness Find Life, Those Who Walk the Path of Darkness Find only Death
StarClan and the cats of The Dark Forest have fought for almost eternity, storms have raged in the living world and more and more evil cats are being called to judgment. Exile and death fuel the sides of both light and dark, but finally StarClan makes a stand in the living world as well as that of the dead. Four kits of light, who hold the power of healing and protection are born one to each clan. They will grow to protect each clan with the power of StarClan at their disposal, StarClan had sent them to the forest to change the hearts of those who walk in the path of darkness. StarClan hopes that a change of heart is enough to stop the evil cats from joining the forces of the Dark Forest. But the evil cat's of the Dark Forest have a counter to StarClan's plan, they send four cats as well. One to each clan, they are sent to destroy these cat's sent from StarClan. Though they do not know it, they have a destiny already planned out for them.
StarClan hides their chosen ones well, they are born normal with the same feelings of any other cat. They dream they walk with StarClan, they see the battles in the skies and they are tutored well by cats of the past.
The Dark Forest send nightmares to their chosen ones, they fuel their minds full of hate and encourage them to slay all cats that speak of good. They teach them fighting skills and tell them StarClan sends evil to their clans.
But will these cat's kill their clanmates? Who will win StarClan or the Dark Forest? Will love and caring prevail, or will darkness rule over all?
It's up to you to decide
We can start the Plot when we get ALL Leader position's filled and Medicine Cat spots. That way we can send the prophecy to them in dreams
You may have a ONE plot kit and ONE important Position within a Clan. Please make a bio for these Plot Cat's Using the form Below.
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[b]CurrentName-[/b](Name of the kit you want) [b]WarriorName-[/b](What Warrior Name would you like it to have?) [b]Description-[/b](What would you have it look like?) [b]Personality-[/b](How does this kit act?) [b]History-[/b](Who were the kit's parents?(NPC cats aloud)) [b]RP Example-[/b](Please include this, It's the most essential part of the Bio)
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Re: Plot! « Reply #1 on Apr 6, 2008, 2:31pm »
(No other audition HAS to be this long, though preferred to show if your a good Rper.)
CurrentName-Gladekit
WarriorName-Gladestream
Description-Gladekit is a skinny lithe grey she-cat with silver stripes outlined with dark grey, almost black. Her paws, are a creamy silver white like the color of white chocolate, muzzle a soft silver with a light blue-gray color, flank soft white silver like her paws but with a slight orange tint mixed in, her tail is ringed with silver, gray and the creamy silver white from her paws and skinny black lines separating the colors. Her eyes are outlined with a dark black-blue almost like eye-shadow, the sides of her nose lined with this same color. Her whiskers a soft white like streaks on her cheeks, the base where the whiskers meet her fur are black dots that stick out over her beautiful silver gray pelt color. Her claws are a nice glassy look with a color of sky blue that swirls and entwines with the white like captured mist inside her claws, a similar case happens with her teeth although the blue looks more like spots and patches on her frosty looking teeth. Her nose is a soft blush pink, outlined with a pale-flesh color. Her eyes are a pretty soft blue as though she were blind, but actually her eye-sight is much better than some other cats, her sky-blue eye color is outlined with a pale black. Her ears are nice and triangular.
Personality-Gladekit is a slightly silent cat, she may prefer to keep to herself. She isn't what you would call brave or self-confident, although she doesn't beat herself up over things she did wrong or take it to heart if someone puts her down and calls her an idiot or even worthless. She has a good amount of confidence and bravery but not enough to jump into battle without a thought or start a fight if someone makes fun of her. She likes to be dreamy and in her own little world of romantic thoughts, she would rather spend time finding a mate than do any warrior duties. She does respect the warrior code and her superiors but not enough to do everything without a grumble and spat under her breath. She isn't much of a talker and thinks of her self as more of a follower than a leader, she never bothered a mentor with annoying questions, she's good at listening and getting techniques down no flat.
Her hobbies are usually sleeping and starring off into space, she loves the thought of finding her one true love. She enjoys walks along the riverbank near stepping stones(By the RiverClan Border), lying in the closest reeds during a sunset and soaking up sun into her gray pelt in a open clearing around Sunning Rocks. Now that she's older she is more self-conscious of her looks and always hoping that when a male passes she looks her best and gives the best first impression.
She hates anything dirty like wrestling in mud or dealing with dung and bile, so she would absolutely hate picking ticks off pelts. Long journeys she can deal with, but hunger is something she hates. If she feels a single hunger pain she would immediatly think her ribs were showing ruining her pretty pelt, although she may be shy and quiet she does have worries about how others look at her. She doesn't want to be a loser, but doesn't think of herself as a snobby cat thats prettier than others or more liked
History-Gladekit's parents are both silver and gray cats with pretty distinct tabby markings that showed off their natural beauty. Gladekit's mother was a chubbier gray she-cat with ugly stretch marks from early pregnancy, after which she cared more about her kits than looking her best. Her father a lithe silver tabby who usually jumped from one pretty she-cat to the next, he was hansom and totally self-conscious about his looks, is he got a single scratch he would absolutely die if it left a perminant scar. Gladekit's thoughts about her pelt came from him obviously, but her part carelessness and rest of her personality came from her loving mother.
Gladekit's mother died some weeks after Gladekit was born from a bad case of Green-cough, her father had already left to trail after another female by then and hadn't bothered to share tongues for a last time for a whole night with Gladekit's mother, but he did look after Gladekit from time to time seeing how she was doing though he didn't really care for her but the other pretty queens who helped look after the now pretty much parent less kit. After Gladekit became two moons old she could eat fresh-kill and was no longer sharing the comfort of other queens.
RP Example-(When Gladekit is "Gladestream") Gladestream emerged from the Warrior den, her leaf-bare thick silver pelt fluffed out against the cold. Her paws treaded lightly through the snow that now covered the clearing of the ThunderClan camp, there had been a snowstorm that night and the evening patrol hadn't returned by when Gladestream finally fell asleep at the far back of the den curled in the shadows apart from other warriors whom slept in groups to keep warm.
Scenting the air Gladestream picked up the scent of the evening patrol, they must have returned early this morning when the winds died down.. She thought nodding at this piece of knowledge and exhaling, a sign of her relief for her clanmates. Luckily there had been no apprentices in the patrol or else they would have not survived the cold. She trodded on the cold wetness of the snow drenched her forelegs and chest, she shivered fluffing out her fur the best she could. She reached the fresh-kill pile, skinny mice and a few finches lied baried under dead leaves, the limbs and faces of these pitiful creatures were frostbiten to the point of cracking through the skin. Black and red frozen blood drenched the ground and held the prey to the lifeless dirt. Theres no point in eating such horrible prey now, they've become crow-food, Gladestream sighed once more flicking her tail and padding back through the snow on the path she had already made, this time she cut through a new path made by the Evening patrol when they had returned. She trotted out of the gorse tunnel and raced up the ravine through the trees eagerly lifting her head to sniff the air, she slid to a stop before tripping over a log and falling flat on her face in muddy wet snow. "EW!" Gladestream yowled as she wiped her face clean of the dirt and other things she dare not let herself think of, washing her face in clean snow she licked a paw and swiped it along her cheeks and around her perfect black and silver ears. Gladestream stopped dead, her paw half-way raised as she heard a sound from nearby buhses she swiveled her ears to pinpoint the sound. She faced the direction of rustling bushes and whispered quiet scared," W-who's there?" Her voice shook with growing fear. "Rawr!" A voice yowled out a battle cry launching itself out of the bushes and grabbing Gladestream by the scruff and smooshing her lithe body into the cold snow-covered ground, the dark tabby figure nipped at her ears playfully. "EEK! Tigerstripe!" Gladestream screeched at her best friend, hissing she smacked him in the face with unsheathed claws making him roll off her and lick his paw and swipe it over the tiny prick she made in his cheek. "Your way to easy to scare." Tigerstripe smirked at her, he was her only friend that Gladestream had and became a warrior only meer sunrises before her. He licked her ears gently making sure to clean the dirt from her face. "I don't get how you can be such a good friend, but yet so terribly mean at times!" Gladestream hissed in a play-furious way, she licked his shoulder in a thank-you for cleaning her face for her.
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Nightkit « Reply #2 on May 4, 2008, 2:07pm »
CurrentName-Nightkit WarriorName-Nightcloud
Description-Nightkit is a small kit. Maybe even smallest in the whole nursery though she is far from frail. Rippling beneath her sleek dark glistening pelt lie powerful muscles that could propell her to a such a speed even windclan cats would be in awe. Her small body may look like a set back but it is a most deadly weapon on her. Her small body can help propell her father into the moors, it can decieve other cats and can help her master many skills a larger cat couldn't imagine to conquer. Not only that but it also helps her sneak around without making a single noise to alert another of her precence. See, very useful indeed. Not only is her body small but also her tail which is about half the size as a normal cats tail. No one knows why it is small but they say it was just a defect. Now her pelt. Her pelt is a beaughtiful dark gray color with a tinge of red to help her blend with the moor. Black patches her fur along her back and snow white fur covers her paws like snug socks. Her tail is the same dark gray as the rest of her pelt with that tinge of red and is capped by black fur at the end of her tail. Her eyes are a mysterious dark brown color, almost black.These colored eyes look almost blank when you look into them, like she was just a doll that happened to move around with no strings attatched. The puppeteer never seen. Now, what of her claws and teeth? Well they alone hold a painful sharp memory. Eversince Nightkit was born she has always had amazingly sharp teeth and claws. They seemed to be as sharp as a warrior and just as dangerous. Whenever she suckled on her mother,sometimes blood dripped down the side because her teeth were biting down too hard. When ever she played with her claws unsheathed, she would always hurt her siblings and friends in some way. Thats how she became detatched from her friends and family.
Personality- Nightkit is a mysterious one. Her eyes only open to observing and learning how to be the best in the clan. Her eyes are always stony cold eversince she accepted her nightmares as what she would become.Nightkit is a cat filled with deception. Though she doesn't know it she could feel its properties within her. She loves to sneak ot of the nursery at night thankful for her small body to make it easier for that to occur.She loves to run accross the moor so she could escape her chilling nightmares but eventually goes back just to relive what she believes to be her future however much she doesn't like it. Nightkit is one who loves to test how far she could go. How far she can stay out without getting caught. Without being to tired. How far into the horizon could she run without tiring. she just loves to test the limits set down by Starclan. Nightkit is also a stubborn kit and doesn't enjoy taking orders from others especially when they are the same age as her. She always seems to have a grumpy atittude about her.
History-Nightkit was once a joyful kit, new to the world as were all kits in the nursery but she grew up quickly after the first week of having her eyes open. When ever her eyes closed all she would find were bloodied battles and clanmates at eachothers throats over silly ambitions and small insignificant prophacies. She saw friends hurting eachother just because they were in diferent clans. Horrifying nightmares and day...mares? haunting her everytime she blinked. When her eyes were open, it was not that diferent. She saw herself accidentally hurting her mother siblings and friends because of her claws and teeth. It was the same as what she saw and it just made her shudder to think she was like them but now she was sure and knew it was her own prophacy. She decided to stay far from others trying to forget the horrors of friendship and family. Being alone in her thoughts helped her best even when she wanted to tell others what was going on. She now has an ambition of her own and that is to be the best of the best though she is complelty unaware how she would accomplish this and how this single ambition may have her going against even her own clanmates.
RP Example- Nightkit blinked open her eyes dark brown eyes. Their emptiness seeming to go on to the depths of herheart. Nightkit gave a shuddering intake of breath willing her eyes not to close. Not to experience the bloodshed of a dark battle that still lingered in herind as a reminder from her nightmare yesterday night. Nightkit picked up her small stiff body almost expecting claws to makeontact with her side but no pain came and all she could hear is the soft breathing coming from the other cats who shared thnursery with herself. Her brown eyes washed over the cats who sat in thier own nests making sure everyone of them were fast asleep and were not going to wake soon. Though she saw that all lay fat aslee curled warmly in their beds twitching like they were chasing a rabbit accross the moor, a twinge of envy pierc her heart like a bee sting. 'Why couldn't she have dreams. Was she just incapable having dreams? Why nightmares 24/7' She thought. Her heart thudding harder within her chest with each thought that crossed her mind. Her body flopped back down onto her own small nest. Her feeling to be in fresh air washed aw by a wave of exhaustion and envious thoughts of hernestmates. Soon she too was fast asleep by her mothers side. Claws continuosly flexing in the darkness and her body shuddering as if by a cold winter wind.
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Re: Plot! « Reply #4 on May 28, 2008, 2:11pm »
CurrentName-Bloodkit WarriorName-Bloodtail Description-Bloodkit is a large (for his age) glossy black kit with short, shiny fur. He has one white paw, which may be where he got his name from as he looks similar to Scourge, a leader of BloodClan many moons ago. His eyes are an amazingly bright amber, which seem to glow in the dark. Bloodkit's muzzle is tinged with silver, and so his part of his neck. His whiskers are white, but from a distance can hardly be seen against the black for some reason. Personality-Bloodkit isn't your average, playful and carefree kit. He is serious and normally sits around gazing at nothing. Some cats suspect it is because of the loss of both his parents, and the fact no other kits or apprentices get along with him. The only thing he does like the other kits is play-fight, if you can call it play. When fighting Bloodkit isn't the still, boring kit anymore, he's all over the place slashing and growling viciously. That is a reason why he has no true friends. Whenever he is scared, he will arch is back and hiss, and will not budge unless a cat picks him up or forces him to go or if he realises the danger is too great. Things he like include fighting, sitting around and glaring at other cats until they walk off out of sight. Bloodkit doesn't like playing, hunting, talking or listening to others, apart from if he is threatened or if it is by a cat he doesn't know. History-His parents were Ashpelt, the father, and Moonleaf. Ashpelt was a very dark grey, almost black and Moonleaf was silver. When Bloodkit was only a few days old, a battle between ShadowClan and ThunderClan over territory had broken out. It had been leafbare, and ShadowClan was weak yet ThunderClan didn't seem so. ShadowClan had been driven back into their camp by ThunderClan, and many were injured. Ashpelt decided it was too much, and had yowled loudly and demanded for the battle to stop. The leader had been furious and knocked Bloodkit's father aside and he landed painfully on a rock. Now Moonleaf, on Ashpelt's side, was angry and lunged for the clan leader while ThunderClan watched in amazement and quietly skulked away. Moonleaf and the leader were still engaged in battle, and they rolled by Ashpelt and suddenly there was a faint croak. Moonleaf had accidently scratched Ashpelt's throat. When Ashpelt died Moonleaf never forgave herself, and ran away to become a loner. Bloodkit never really knew what happened, just that his father was dead and his mother a loner. RP Example-Bloodkit steadily gazed at the sky, pondering whether he could walk on the clouds, if he could ever reach them. He looked more carefully, the white clumps didn't seem very strong, they seemed more like flying nests made of moss. "I wonder how they get up there and stay there, and why they move and disappear all the time," Bloodkit thought. Suddenly the scent of fresh kill wafted up his nose, and he looked back at the earth. A cat had just walked by, carrying a mouse. Bloodkit looked at the sky again, and realised it was sun high already, the clan would be sharing tongues. "Great, I bet there is no good food left now!" he thought angrily. Indeed, he was right, all the prey left was thin and pitiful, compared the the mouse he'd seen earlier. Bloodkit shrugged, "Oh well, I'm only a kit anyway. The warriors deserve for food, I guess." He chose a small bird of somesort, and munched at it in a lonely corner of ShadowClan camp.
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Re: Plot! « Reply #6 on Aug 11, 2008, 12:04pm »
CurrentName- Lonekit
WarriorName- Lonewalker
Description- Lonekit is a cat that is very small for his age. His fur is a light smkey grey color. He has black rings around his tail, but his tail is tipped with white. His front two paws are white, and he has a white chest and muzzle. His ear are very small, and is eye's are a greyish-blue. His tail is long, it can wrap around hs whole body! is nose is a shade of liht pink. His whiskers are black and very short. His back left leg is twisted badly when he tried to fight in a battle, and an enemy warrior twisted his leg.
Personality- Lonekit is very shy and keeps to himself most of the time. He doesn't like bragger's, losing, lying, or fighting. He is still goiing to be trained as a warrior, despite his leg. He's very couageous and brave (when he has to be). He like's to stick around the queens and elders. Helove's listening to stories and mice (so far) is his favorite type of food.
History- When Lonekit was young, his father, Malepelt, was killed in a battle with WindClan. His mother, Opalsky, was very sick. He had three other littermates, and all died but him. His mother had to give him Frosednose while he was still drinking milk because she was too sick to give him any of her own. She luckily lived through her disease, but passed it on to many others, including Lonekit.
Everyone felt from the start that Loekit would die. He was small and weak, he wouldn't make it, but, he did. Mst cat's thik that StarClan had saved him for a reason, but after a while, they all pushed the thought away. What could be spcial about a kitwith no father or siblings? No friends, and as big as a vole?
RP Example- Lonekit awoke to a bright sunny day in the middle of Leaf-Fall. It was warm, but chilly breeze flowed through the air. He shuddered and buried his face into his sickly mother's fur, and she purred. Lonekit stood on shaky legs and walkedto theentrane to the queens den. All was quiet, only a few cat's were running around camp. Lonekit sighed and walked back into the den.
"L-Lonekit, s-say by m-m-me, please. I don't want you to-g-get hurt." Opalsky hissed quietly. Lonekit rolled his eyes,"Yes mother." He trotted back over to hr and curled his tail around himself. "Mommy, when are you gonne feel better?" Oplsk chuckled,"Soon, my love. Sometime soon." Lonekit rolled onto his back and pressed hard againsthis mother. "Go to sleep mommy, you need some rest." Opalsky chuckle and closed her eyes.
Lonekit smiled and crept over to the entrance again, and ran out to play with the apprentices.
Description- Speckledkit is a very thin, agile cat. She has rust-red fur with dark specks all over. She has one snow-white paw. Her eyes are a bright amber. Her tail is thin and long, and her legs are long too. She is very meticulous; always keeping her fur clean. You can always find her in a tree or by the water.
Personality- She is very volatile and forward. She can't stand timidness in others and loathes cats who think they are better than everyone else. Although she is very hostile and reprimanding, she always has a fondness for cats who are honest and aren't afraid to ask for help. Her loner roots have always drawn her to the open forest. She is very fond of water and can see no better life other than a life alongside the river. Lastly, she is very political and loyal all in all.
History- Speckledkit was born into the life of a loner, along with her brother Fallensky. Their parents, Galestream and Thistleburn, died of Greencough early on. Fallensky took care of Speckledkit until he too died of natural causes. The kit was then left on her own. Very quickly she stumbled upon the Clans and grew fond of their ideals of life. Now that she is being raised to apprenticeship, she has come to be very proud of her loner heritage, believing that it had made her tough and stealthy. Anyone who challenges her non-Clan blood better understand that she will not refrain from using an insult and a turn of the claw to end the dispute once and for all.
RP Example- Speckledkit licked her fur in an attempt to calm herself. Her ears flicked back and her tail lashed wildly. "Fallensky, learn some respect, you stupid furball!" Her brother just smiled wryly at her and almost seemed to disregard her, as if she hadn't spoken. Speckledkit took that as the highest insult to her honor; and Fallensky knew this. He brushed her away with his bushy tail. "Stop!" she spat vehemently. She unsheathed her claws and futilely raked them across his leg. He seemed unfazed by her attack, which only riled her up more. "You're too small!" Fallensky mused, "You know this, and yet you still attack me." He batted Speckledkit aside once more with his paw; claws unsheathed as she went in to strike him again. "You've got guts, Speckle," He meowed after she hissed hotly at him. He let her charge him and bite his tail. Speckledkit wretched dryly and padded away from him. "You have an awful tail," Speckledkit mewed through clenched teeth. "I know," Fallensky purred, "It's nice having thick fur." She licked her own tail and stared down at the bare ground. Fallensky's amused mrrow made her fur spike up once more. He meowed, "Calmed down now, are we?" She growled but nodded reluctantly. "Little badger," she heard him mutter as he laid his tail over his paws.
« Last Edit: Aug 12, 2008, 12:53pm by Speckledkit »
Description-Strong Maine Coone mixed with Ragdoll. She is brown and white she cat. Spiritkit has a white muzzle,paws,and her tail tip. Her fur is shory,fluffy fur.
Personality-Spiritkit is always trying to keep everyone's hope's up. She is a strong,out going cat,who enjoy's exploring. She enjoys looking at the clouds,so her head is mostly faced towards the sky. When danger comes,she hisses and fights until a warrior picks her up and carries her home. She also enjoys listening to the elders tales about Starclan. She believes in Starclan and will follow the warrior code evry step of the way.
History- Her parents,Speckledfrost and Flameingspirit. They both died early in her life. She was the youngest of the litter but the only surviver. She has always loved going into the elders den when she was lonely. When the elders went to Gatherings,she went cloud watching,which is now a regular thing for her. She swears she can see shapes in the clouds,but other cats dont see it. Other kits make fun of her,so she is usually out of the crowd.
RP example- Spiritkit layed down and looked up at the sky. It was very cloudy today,so she decided to watch the clouds. They were dark and stormy,but cloud's are cloud's. She looked up and swore she saw he mother. She sat up suddenly as a crack of thunder crackled. She was too far from camp to make it back before the rain,so she layed underneath a bush. Another crack of thunder followed by a bolt of lightning. Then,the pouring rain. She layed underneathe the bush,shaking. Suddenly,she heard towleg kits splashing around in puddles,getting closer and closer.
Description- Medium sized tabby with pale blue eyes. Drakekit has creamy beige fur, with dark brown fore paws, and there is stripe running down his tale that is also dark brown. Slightly blunted claws, his pads white. The fur on his chest as white, as are his ears. He has a spotted pelt, but the spots are hard to see, since they are slightly darker than his fur.
Personality- Drakekit is wary, independant, and tries his best to impress others. He doesn't mind being corrected, but takes it better if you say something encouraging first. Picking fights is something rather hard for him to do, unless you accuse him of doing something un-loyal. Stalking is something he exectues alomst perfectly. His weakness is he doesn't look behind him alot, and things tend to scare him when he's not around other cats. Usually talkitive, he can get quiet and wide-eyed and say something compeletly unexpected and strange. Drakekit also questions the warrior code constantly, because it doesn't seem right to him.
History- Twilightstorm was his mother, who was jumpy, cautious, and talked in mubbles sometimes. She was dark brown, with spotted paws and had light gray eyes. She died by falling into a strand of kelp in the river, which entangled her to death two moons after Drakekit was born. His father Stoneash, was said to have bright blue eyes, a creamy colored fur coat, and was fiercely independent. He liked to talk non-stop, correct others, and fight. Sadly, he died in battle some moons before Drakekit was born.
RP Example- Drakekit snuck out of the warm and cozy nursery, staring through the thick fog that surrounded the camp. The sky still gray, pink streaks ran through the lighting sky. The steam bubbled softly, reeds swishing in the breeze. Leaf-bare was seeping into the forest, waiting to take over once more. The air smelled of late blooming flowers, the rustling of a waking forest echoing in the fog. Trainsfixed by all he could hear and see in his mind, Drakekit question how the sky darkened quickly agian. A crack of thunder boomed, lightning sounding just above his head. Glossy eyed, he saw his mother, stuck in the kelp a little offways of the camp. There was a shadow above her, but she obviously coudn't see it, her eyes small with fear and she slowly stopped struggling. Trying to yowl in the distress, Drakekit found he couln't, stuck in the moment, paws guled, as he watched his mother's body float away. The sky became pink once more, and all he could do was stand there. A voice on the breeze whispered "This happened for a reason... one you will find out in time."
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