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“The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect,
and I the lamb wandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck.”
BIOGRAPHY
A proverbial lamb to slaughter, her appearance sweet like the spring lambs she is named after. Her size is just as comparable, small next to others, a consequence of her malnutrition in her early moons. But in this lies the trap, her sweet baby blues are nothing but a lure to those who would think to underestimate her because of her looks. There is no softness to be found outside her appearance, hardened inside by the misfortune of her circumstances. She finds pleasure in others' weaknesses and will let no wrong against her go unpunished. Born into poverty, she was abandoned by her mother Beldam with her kittypet father. While he loved her on sight, love did not keep a roof over their head or food in their bellies. Forced to flee his twolegs so they wouldn’t take Lamb from him he had no choice but to retreat to the city streets. In his desperation to keep her fed he soon fell sick and passed while she slept. She awoke to find the only one who had ever loved her dead and that the rats had already started eating away at his corpse. She grew in squalor for moons until she was found by her uncle Riddle. While not welcoming, or loving like her father he was family enough for her to accept his help. When she was brought to Moonclan she avoided time as a prisoner simply due to his interference. But this did not free her from the scorn of those around her because of her outside heritage. Her first moons in the clan she had to fight for her place and everything she got she earned through tough battles often ending in attrition. Her edges had not been softened by her clan life and in truth it has only sharpened her; helped her learn to spot deceit and when to smile to hide her true intentions. She does not hide the tiger that prowls under her skin though, flashing her stripes and teeth at any who dare push their luck. She will not be the lamb she is named after, no if anything she will be the wolf hidden in sheeps skin. Always the hunter and never the prey.
STORY BLURB
“Try me, I dare you.” Her smirk was infuriating, bringing about a homicidal rage to the other student she had pinned under her claws. She could read it in his eyes but rather than tame her it instead brought a maniacal edge to her. Her eagerness was dripping off her, her tongue ran across the roof of her mouth; scenting weakness, blood in the water.
But her words weren’t to the tom that laid pinned under her, no, they were for those at her back. Those cowardly rats who had thought to ambush her on her hunt. They would learn soon that such behavior was unacceptable. She simply couldn’t let an insult such as this pass her by; no there was a lesson to teach them here. And she would teach it well.
NOTES
Uncle : Puzzlemaker rped by childe
Yes, she is the one who took Feralpaw's eye. Has a frenemy relationship with him.
Born to the monsters under the bed Feralpaw seemed to be born with his teeth bared in a snarl. His parents were delighted by the fierce little monster they had born into the world. His kithood was one brawl after another, shoving other kits into the dirt and crowing his victory with a well catered arrogance. When his parents disappeared on a patrol his internal anger only grew, his episodes grew more violent. Becoming a student did nothing to hinder his growing aggression. If anything it seemed to stoke the flames even higher, Feralwolf gathering a group of others as his lackeys and delighting in his self-gifted crown. His small size hindered him little and he seemed to overcome every opponent put in front of him. Until the lamb fought back and he became one of the victims he so readily made. It was his first loss and one of the most devastating, losing one of his bright golden eyes to infection and the confidence of his peers that had so eagerly before followed his lead. Forever scarred by the lesson the lamb imparted on him, it was the first time he ever faced true consequence and did so much more than any scolding he had ever gotten before. Learning how fickle loyalty was and that not every cat was prey. It did nothing to change his drive to always be on top though, if anything it pushed him harder to improve. He might not chase and bully those around him anymore but he does not shy from challenging others to spars. Still baring his teeth at the prospect of a fight, his own remaining eye shining with his eagerness. Forever the wolf, he never loses; he either wins or he learns.
STORY BLURB
Blood dripped from his face, running along the curve of his nose and over his lips. He watched her stride away with it staining her claws and turned furious golden eyes to those who had promised to have his back. They had nothing, they were filthy cur who knew no such thing as loyalty. “Scram.” He snapped, furious and pained, a vicious animal. Watching them scurry off he could only huff a chuckle before dipping his head back towards the sky, watching the moon from where she watched over him.
“What a joke.” He scoffed before whipping away, tail lashing as he stalked his way back to the estate. He would go see the Medic and lick his wounds, for now. This battle might have been lost but the war had only just begun
NOTES
Born into Moonclan he always had an appetite for violence and destruction. Biting the hand that fed him without hesitation and refusing to be tamed by civilities.
Frenemy relationship with Wickedpaw.
Frequent trips to medic for his eye? If rper would like that in his story.
Despair lays its roots so easily, nestling down into your heart and almost impossible to scrap out. It lingers, the memory of it weighs and tugs at your thoughts until it shadows even those. When you think you have finally left it behind you feel it haunting your steps, see it in your eyes, in your shadow. Ravenshadow has been cursed with this despair since his young humble beginnings. Mother passing during his birth and father never named he grew up as just a simple orphan. No one to give him special attention and no doting words of love, encouragement, or praise. When he became a student he thought this would change, he had hopes towards friendships. Instead he gained romance and it swept him up with the force of a hurricane. So quickly he lost himself to it that it became the force of gravity he orbited around. When his sun was torn away he crumbled, all life died inside of him and he became a shadow of that tom he so briefly was. All he learned with his first love was lost in the despair that chased the memories of those lessons. His smile became a fleeting thought, the muscles forgetting what it was to hold something so bright for long. Where he was once boisterous and free he was now quiet and reserved. The scars of his misplaced affections and scorned heart lay deep and pull with every day. His dreams are often cruel reminders of the happiest time of his life. His heart was lost to the other and never returned, so he has learned to live without it.
STORY BLURB
“I thought you loved me.” The broken words spilled out of him without his consent, his defeat laid plainly at the others feet. Water gathered at the corner of his eyes and he bit back a sob as he stared up at the other. His gutted expression and pained words gained him a smile, an affectionate brush of the older toms tail; nothing more. No sweet words, no devoted sonnets, no declarations of love as they might have shared only a few days before.
“Aureatelaurels is pregnant.” He could only stare in heartbreak as the older then dipped his head, touched his nose to his forehead and then simply walked away from him. Leaving him with his heart carved out of his chest and his broken soul screaming in despair. Like all the time between them had meant nothing, promises discarded without a care and their romance nothing but a memory easily forgotten.
NOTES
His lovers mate died in child birth and the tom disappeared. So Ravenpaw sort of took the kits in in his ex-lovers memory.
Kits are unmade might be made tonight (that being March 14th) but if not rper and make some if they'd like.
“Sad it is, the fate of kings.” Her first death came swiftly, a net carefully weaving around her and snapping shut as she let herself be led into it. She would never have claimed to have loved her betrayer, the tom who stabbed her in the back the moment she turned it to him, but she had at the very least trusted him. One of the few in that household and so easily he ripped the rug out from beneath her paws. It almost boils over inside her at times, drives her to rages where she wishes to scream her throat raw at the very memory of it. Every time she turns and sees her lacking tail that was lost in her first death. The mornings she awakens to aching joints and stiff muscles. Her paralyzing fear of loud noises such as thunder or others bumping into her. These limitations and vulnerabilities he left behind, etched into her very being so even at her happiest times she can never quite forget what happened in that house. Where a once bright future as a prized show cat was ripped from her due to the jealousy of the pampered sons and daughters around her. Leaving it behind at times felt like a relief, though on cold winter nights where prey is scarce she’ll remember the soft feathery bed of her youth and ache. She has never quite let go of her dream of returning one day; to at the very least see what had become of those who had driven her out. Where her lover, who so easily shoved her into the road, had gone in life. Was so easily replaced, while she struggled and fought her way to a place in Moonclan had they forgotten her in mere moments. Did any of her legacy live on?
STORY BLURB
A broken laugh escaped her as she stared at her lover, the tom she had let into her heart. What a fool she had been, so desperate to cure this loneliness she had forgone her own caution. What good was a man if all they ever did was do you wrong. “No hard feelings doll.” He dared smile towards her before he shoved her broken form into the road. She was still screaming when she next woke up to the twolegs surrounding her. So furious in her anger, so broken in her heart. What good was a crown when all it had brought her was pain.
When she was returned to her home it was to scorn, those that used to curry her favor laughed behind her back, mocked her injuries, and took advantage of her vulnerabilities. Where she once sat on a throne of favor she now wallowed in a pit of mockery. There was no place for her anymore, her throne torn out from under her, and her crown lost somewhere on that lonely road. She left as soon as she could. But she would get her retribution.
NOTES
She grew up in a breeders house and was the prized daughter of the prized tom and it left her at the top of hierarchy. But neighbor cats are surprisingly vicious and when it was her turn to rule she did so at the cost of her own happiness, becoming lonely and isolated. Paranoid of her position soon she could barely eat. She lost her tail after an assasination attempt got her pushed under a car. The moment she healed enough she fled to the woods where she joined Moonclan.
“You can let insanity rule you, or you can choose to rule insanity.”
BIOGRAPHY
When she was just a little sprout, not yet ready to bloom a monster killed her mother. Not that many people know this, many will tell her that her father killed her mother. But they're wrong, it was a monster wearing her fathers skin, because her father loved her mother, he loved her, and he would have never done what that creature did. Her father would have comforted her as he mother lay drowning in a pool of her own blood, her father would have whisked her away from the monster in a moment instead of staring at her with those empty eyes; dead of any affection, lacking an attachment. He would not have left her curled up in terror, barley hidden from sight among the walls of her mothers den. No, a monster killed her mother and her father was lost to it long before that. Wishingwell carries her trauma with a baffling sort of innocence, smiling at others condolences and laughing at their claims of sympathy. She will tell them that her mothers death was a blessing, that it showed her that there were monsters in the shadows, monsters that masqueraded as those you loved. She would caution that everyone should take care to watch; to not trust those who might claim to be your family, to be your friend; because they might in truth be creatures wearing their skin. She has made friends with those monsters that hide from sight, welcomes them into her life so as to seek their protection. Always smiling, always sweet and earnest she's unsettling in her zealous positivity; especially to those who know of her roots. Wishingwell only further alienates herself by speaking to those that no one else can see, refusing to acknowledge others claims that there are no monsters walking besides her. In truth it is hard to know if Wishingwell is simply insane or broken; in the dark as she dreams of blood she'll laugh and ask 'why not both?'
STORY BLURB
“I like you!” Her voice was delightful, happy and bright, almost suffocatingly so. But that was not what would give anyone pause. No, the problem lay in that there was no one there with her. She stood alone in an abandoned hallway of the manor staring up and slightly to her left. Letting out a laugh she waved her tail and shook her head. “We can’t do that silly, we have to be good, we promised.”
While others might see nothing, Wishingwell saw the monsters inside her head. Besides her stood a Goliath of a creature, standing tall enough it’s arching antlers scratched against the ceiling. It’s long gangly limbs awkwardly arranged to keep it from getting caught. It’s ribs could be counted clearly and it’s sharp fangs were so long they poked out from the creature's mouth. It’s bottomless pits for eyes peered down at her and she only felt happy to be able to call it her friend.
NOTES
Mother was a kittypet but she was born in Moonclan. Happy. Lovely. Talks to people that aren’t there.
Once burned and twice shy. Not many would look at this tom and see anything other than a cocky tom, suave and confident. One that smirks in the face of danger and is the first to step up to a challenge. But then comes the old adage: don't judge a book by it’s cover and there is nothing more misleading than Grendel’s cover. He likes taking care of others, has a great capacity for love, and is often using his bluster to hide his insecurities. He grew up on his own, a scrappy loner that had to fake it until he made it. When his golden goose fell in love with that mask he felt he had no choice but to fit himself into the role. While there is a side of himself that taunts in the face of adversity and refuses to bend that is not all he is and it aches to hide the softer parts of himself. Joining Moonclan was what he needed, he needed that security, and ached for that sense of belonging. And if it meant being the tom Hiddenmessage fell in love with then he would do his best. As time stretched forward, as he settled among this clan that accepted him only for his mate he felt himself becoming a twisted parody of himself. Found release from the fakeness in the affairs and unable to regret his actions. When the time comes for him to be judged for these sins he will face it with that cocky smirk he was born with; he has long since accepted that one should live in the present. We cannot let yesterdays farce become tomorrows tragedies.
STORY BLURB
“Goodbye love.” He purred as he watched Hiddenmessage walk away, leaning back to splay against the sun warm rock he was laid across. His tail twitched and he kept a corner of his eye open to watch the retreating form of the she-cat.
“She’s gone, you can come out now.” He sighed as he rolled onto his back and over to face the woods behind himself, where thick vegetation hid the shadowed form of his paramore. A smile stretched across his features as he watched the slim tom slip out and into view, easily stepping onto his perch to curl up next to him in one vulpine motion.
“Are you sure we should be playing with fire as we are?” The question brought him pause and he tilted his head glancing towards the brown and white tabby. “You worry to much dear, Hiddenmessage is much too self-absorbed to notice any dalliances on my part, besides she and I understand one another.” He chuckled, shaking his head at the others' concern. His ‘mate’ was more often than not his ex-mate than she was with him. The two butting heads and fighting often enough that there were constant promises of swearing off of one another. Then Grendel would grow bored without her argumentative nature and sweep her up again. But that didn’t mean he would abandon the entertainment he had picked up in the meantime.
Besides, Hiddenmessage, well there was nothing soft about her. Grendel liked being able to take the lead to be the protector. Hiddenmessage would sooner sic her sister after him than ask him for help. No, Starlingdance was much more suited for Grendel, it was a shame he couldn’t give him all the attention he deserved.
NOTES
Brought into Moonclan by his lover Hiddenmessage. Gained special permissions because of Hiddenmessage’s father. On again off again with Hiddenmessage; cheating on her with Starlingdance. Starlingdance is a new young warrior and Hiddenmessage for the longest time just thought that he really looked up to Grendel and has a puppy crush on him.
There is no use in wasting your words for those who will not understand them. It was what her father whispered to her when she cried about being excluded from games as a kit. So wronged she had felt then, young and impressionable not yet aware that there was a whole wide world out there that was ready to chew her up and spit her out. There was something almost funny about how such a simply caution changed her whole approach to life. She let her words become scare, let herself become demure and polite instead of boastful and stern. Hiddenmessage holds her thoughts close and her expressions closer. The ice of her eyes extends to her soft appearance, toughening it into something that can cut. But while she might not speak often that does not mean she does not have opinions. Of those she had many and in truth should she speak them she will speak them with confidence and without doubt. Never has she doubted her thoughts since those kithood days and in her growth she had learned to stand for what she believes in and stand firm. It was her ability to weave her words so skillfully that won her loner mate Grendel a place in Moonclan when normally they would have both been chased off for her flagrant breaking of the rules. Is is her self-assured nature that kept her moving when she learned Grendel had been playing her for a fool, that let her turn her nose up in the face of his betrayal and give a cold shouldered. Her weaknesses, her hurts, are her own to bear and not many have earn the trust to see. A queen without a throne and a heart wrapped in thorns she is a beast ready to devour with the right provocation.
STORY BLURB
“It’s clear he thinks I’m stupid.” Her announcement would normally have others glancing at her askance, the regal she-cat was not one to normally deliver such blunt statements. Within Moonclan she was known for her composure, for her self-assured air. She showed no mercy in her words and could send a grown tom cowering with a sharply snapped word.
But in the current company it only gained a raised brow and a distracted glance, “do continue sister.” Biting back her frustration Hiddenmessage shoved the curses down and her urge to snap at Secretkeeper; knowing it was her anger towards Grendel driving her into such short tempers.
“The little tramp was right there! He looked me in the eye and spoke to me while that little bird cowered in the bushes.” She scoffed and narrowed her eyes, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that cowards are what appeals to him now.”
“Well sister, you must admit, you’ve probably taught him the error of his ways in ever thinking he could match wills with someone like yourself. He’s probably looking for something easier.” Secretmessage laughed, taunting and fierce like only a sister could be.
Hiddenmessage simply sent her a flat look and started pacing back and forth furious with Grendel, furious with Starlingdance, “he and I were only apart a moon at most! How did he find a new side piece so quickly! How dare he not drop him when he came begging for my return. The nerve.” The words were spit out with more fever the longer her tirade went on, eyes burning, claws digging into the dirt. Pausing she looked at her sister still furious, “what are the chances Starlingdance has been his paramore for much longer than a moon?”
“Oh without a doubt, I wouldn’t be surprised if he picked up Starlingdance when the little bird became a warrior, timid little thing that he is I’m sure it wasn’t hard.” Secretmessage let out another laugh before her eyes darkened and she slipped to her feet, sliding to her sisters side with a dark smirk. “Should I arrange a little… accident, for the two of them?”
Hiddenmessage glanced down and let out a huff before shaking her head, “no need, I’ll deal with it.” She leaned down and touched her nose to the top of the others head, “thank-you though you little menace.” With that she turned and swept off waving a tail in retreat but offering no words of parting. She had sweet revenge to plan after all.
NOTES
pregnant with Grendel's kits. Is going to say there are not his because his affair. Will raise them to hate him? Or could give kits to Secretkeeper to claim as her own and keep them out of Grendel's life. Up to rper
All she has ever wanted is her families happiness, her own is negligible in the face of her sisters. The visibly light to her sisters dark she is the other side of the coin. Many take her small stature and brighter colors and assume she is the fire to her sisters ice. In truth Secretkeeper is more aptly the demon that dwells in her sisters flames. That coaxes others to their biggest mistakes and is a carelessly guiding hand that leads them into some of their deepest misfortunes. She flirts as easily as she cries and can often do both interchangeably at the click of a tongue; a skilled actress. A doted on daughter and sweet friend only those who have been cursed with her manipulative side know how terrifying she truly is. Hoarding secrets like a magpie hoards treasures, and a memory like a steel trap it is hard for Secretkeeper to be caught off guard. A thickly woven web keeps her informed of others actions and she pulls the strings to her marionettes with relish. Not afraid to blackmail others to get her way she has been running long cons before she even earned her warrior name. Some of it she does for most but more of it is done with a sense of duty and devotion. She knows that many of her actions would win her nothing but scorn or furious anger from her sister; regardless this does not stop her. In truth she considers herself to deep into her own schemes to ever climb her way back out, not with how deeply she has entangled herself. While she might have doomed herself to the deepest pits of the afterlife she dearly hopes she paved a road to eternal peace for her sister.
STORY BLURB
“You should be careful little bird.” Her whisper reached the tom despite the distance between them, sending a shiver down the other's spine before he straightened and turned luminous eyes to her. He was really quite a pretty little thing; it’s why she had chosen him as she had. Closing the distance she took a seat beside him on the lakes bank and together they watched the moons reflection ripple along the water's placid surface in companionable silence. The brown and white tabby spoke no words to her and she let the silence settle.
It wasn’t until he shifted that she let a grin appear, pleased that as always her patience would outlast his own. “Won’t you ask what you need to be careful about?” She wondered, leaning forward to peer up at him, though he didn’t indulge her by bothering to look down and meet her eyes. “Nothing?” She prodded once more before letting out a dramatic sigh when he once again held his silence.
“You know you’re no fun Starlingdance!” She crowed and that finally had him glancing towards her and letting out a crooked little smirk that held that mean little edge it so often did.
“Whether I ask or not you will still indulge me with the knowledge I need,” was all he deigned to say and she laughed before sitting upright once more and wrapping her fluffy tail around her paws. “I suppose you’re not wrong, but still, I thought you might want to indulge. Selene knows you can’t speak your mind during the day.”
“And whose fault is that Secretkeeper? I certainly didn’t set myself to this task.”
“Blah blah blah! Boring!” She countered refusing to get into that worn out debate once more. Her whole demeanor shifted as she glanced across the water once more. “Hiddenmessage has caught onto the affair, I don’t know what she plans but be careful. I would hate to lose you.” There was no emotion to her words, nothing to give away if she truly meant what she said or it was empty platitudes to a tom who had lost most of his adult life catering to her whims. Regardless Starlingdance nodded and allowed a sense of gratitude to prelude his next words.
“I thank you for the warning. I trust you will keep her from taking my life then?”
“Hiddenmessage isn’t the type to commit murder, but I will steer her away from you and make sure she rightfully lays the full blame onto that curr she calls a mate.”
“Duly noted.” Starlingdance sighed, taking the words for what they were, not an assurance but as close as he might get.
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“Well, that was it for tonight! I’ll see you next time!” She huffed, shaking out her fur and pushing to her paws. “Keep up the good work!”
NOTES
she blackmailed starlingdance into seducing Grendel because she always hated him and didn't want her sisters with him.
His beginnings might not be the most gallant but he had at-least known he was loved. Just his twin brother and himself against the world, or well they had liked to pretend. In truth their mother and father did all the protecting and the two kits spent their days playing. Thicker than thieves it took even Starlingdance by surprise when it all fell apart. How quickly his brother and himself turned to be at odds with one another; his brother belittling him for having a crush on a tom in the city. Starlingdance, never one to cower had stood up for himself and expressed his anger. Rather than backing down and realizing he had upset him his brother had instead doubled down until a fight had broken out. In the end it was Starlingdance running to a new life and adopting a new name. Young enough to adapt he found a place for himself in Moonclan and took on a new persona. One of a naive and sweet little thing; fashioned himself into something of a doormat. Taking on an air of young inexperience in all things he always has an awkward laugh at the ready and has perfected the art of nervous fidgeting. While it truth he is a rather mean tom, often cruel and having darker thoughts than he lets on.
STORY BLURB
They weren’t supposed to be away from the den by themselves, their mother telling them they were still to young to wander far. But their yelling had increased in volume and Starling didn’t want their parents coming to break them apart. He wanted to know why Sparrow was being so mean about his crush, why Sparrow couldn’t just let it go. They were brothers after all, shouldn’t he support him in all things.
It happened so fast, the escalation, the evolution to physical violence, his anger boiling over Starling couldn’t quite recall how it ended up as it had. But there he was staring down at his brothers body now laying in a rapidly expanding pool of his own blood. Slowly gasping for breath. Terrified he took a step back, watched his brother mouth his name, breath stuttering and holding he froze.
In the end he turned and ran, but he did not run for help. No, no his parents would never forgive this. Instead he ran away from his home, away from what he knew. Because deep down in his heart he couldn’t quite say he regretted how the confrontation had ended.
NOTES
Young warrior. Blackmailed by Secretkeeper into seducing Grendel. Is not as young and dumb as he pretends. Is actually rather cruel and mean. Pretends to be naive, sweet, and a doormat.
Could possible make his brother whose not really dead in later adoptable.
Okay! So there are a lot of open positions and a lot of new changes, so I am going to try and keep this as simple as possible so we can get the show on the road!
TO NOTE :
There are both RP POSITION Tryouts and STAFF TRYOUTS
Moonclans Lore is ever expanding right now and I hope the new staff that joins can help me develop and flesh aspects out
The Inquisitor position especially I will be allowing a lot of creative freedom.
The Medic and Intern as well will need some cementing on their concepts
Moonclan is transitioning to more isolationist ideals than ever after the attack by Sunclan and recent happenings
You can see the new positions and basics about them HERE It is a little broken right now, II have no idea what I'm doing and learning as I go.
If you're interested in knowing more feel free to message me!
if you have any ideas feel free to share them here or the lore thread.
IN YOUR REPLY PLEASE NOTE WHAT POSITION YOU'RE TRYING OUT FOR OR IF YOUR NOT PICKY YOUR ORDER OF PREFERENCE
RP POSITIONS more about how to try out for each of these below
INQUISITORS The only elementals allowed into moonclan, they are often prisoners turned hunters. Or an unlucky kit born as an elemental left with only one path in their life if they wish to stay in moonclan. They lead investigations into rogue elementals and are often vicious fighters. Many of the others in the clan find them frightening. Even the youngest among their numbers is dangerous. THEY DO NOT HAVE TO BE ELEMENTALS IF YOU DON'T WANT THEM TO BE! NOT ALL INQUISITORS ARE ELEMENTALS BUT ALL ELEMENTALS ARE INQUISITORS
LUMINARIES Those who have been among Moonclans numbers since birth and who have no history of elementals in their bloodline. They are respected and given the role of being sponsors to prisoners. There can never be too many luminaries at a time. A coveted position. The limit is 4 but there can be as little as 1. It is a hard won position. FIRST COME FIRST SERVE
STAFF TRYOUTS
If you try out for a staff position I will be tagging you in a thread! You will respond with your tryout character and we can either have a first meeting or build a history, any ideas you have we can explore.
COMMISSIONER > DEPUTY MEDIC > MEDICINE CAT INTERN > MCA
STAFF TRYOUTS
COMMISSIONER | DEPUTY
TEMPLATE:
CHARACTER NAME : BIO : IMAGE : WHAT PLOT IDEAS/DEVELOPMENT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND FOR MOONCLAN? : IDEAS FOR YOUR CHARACTER? : WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLORE A SPECIFIC IDEA IN THEIR THREAD WITH PUZZLEMAKER? :
MEDIC | MC
TEMPLATE:
CHARACTER NAME : BIO : IMAGE : WHAT PLOT IDEAS/DEVELOPMENT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND FOR MOONCLAN? : IDEAS FOR YOUR CHARACTER? : WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLORE A SPECIFIC IDEA IN THEIR THREAD WITH PUZZLEMAKER? :
INTERN | MCA
TEMPLATE:
CHARACTER NAME : BIO : IMAGE : WHAT PLOT IDEAS/DEVELOPMENT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND FOR MOONCLAN? : IDEAS FOR YOUR CHARACTER? : WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLORE A SPECIFIC IDEA IN THEIR THREAD WITH PUZZLEMAKER? :
RP POSITION TRYOUTS
INQUISITORS
TEMPLATE:
CHARACTER NAME : BIO : IMAGE : QUOTE THAT REPRESENTS THEM? : IDEAS FOR YOUR CHARACTER? :
LUMINARIES
TEMPLATE:
CHARACTER NAME : BIO : IMAGE : QUOTE THAT REPRESENTS THEM? : IDEAS FOR YOUR CHARACTER? :
[ this thread is for Lotuscove (she's not on the page because she's a cannon fodder character but I wanna do a sad thread with her regardless.)
The PREMISE : Lotuscove had an affair with a Nightclan tom Satyrsong and is going to Twilightpromise in labor. Obviously the only adult toms that could have fathered her kits in moonclan are Puzzlemaker, Windsweptashes, or Ratking. But it is rather obvious that is not the case because the state Lotuscove is in about her kits birth. Eventually after some prodding she confesses their father is not of the clan and asks Twilightpromise to lie for her but obviously the Medic won't as there isn't even a conceivable lie to be found and in the next Vesper Lotuscove will be forced to confess her sins. ]
THE KITS
[ all but two of these kits will end up in Nightclan as Puzzlemaker made a deal with Kier to give them to him. ]
[MESSAGE ME to adopt one! and I'll tag the adopters in a future thread where the Nightclan kits will be given to nightclan. ]
The pains had started earlier that morning, a contracting muscle spasm that had her holding her breath until they passed again. She had stayed relatively slim during her pregnancy little weight gain left to send suspicions towards her. In truth she was rather sure that even if she had swelled up like some she-cats no one would have noticed. Such a background character she had become in her own clan; she felt like a joke.
No duties were handed to her in Puzzlemaker and Windsweptashes seemingly endless quest to cement the new generation as the future of the clan. It was like they had decided that those deemed to old could not be taught to tricks. She felt like they would be more grateful if she had died in the culling. Already those younger than her were in the ruling classes and looking down their noses at her when they did see her.
Another contraction disrupted her thoughts and she ducked her head and ground her teeth before she deemed it useless to try and hide this now. Aching she pushed herself forward and towards the stairs, deeming that she had no choice to seek out the Medic. In truth she did not truly trust Twilightpromise to be able to help her; after all it was no secret to those with eyes that the she-cat was new to the craft. Lotuscove still remembered when Twilightpromise was an apprentice for Selene's sake.
But giving birth in a secluded room rather than in a common area seemed preferable. Already she felt panic choking her as she thought of desperate lies to tell to save herself and her kits. Already she could feel doom looming over her, it felt like she was walking towards her grave. Her paws dragged up the steps and she bite back tears at the thought of the uncertain future. Would her kits be killed fresh out of her womb, would they not even be given the chance to open their eyes?
Would she be exiled and forced to leave them behind? No she would not allow it. If they tried to force her from Moonclan she would take her kits and run, surely they would give her time to recover from the birth? She could abscond with her kits during the period. There would be no refuge to be found in Nightclan either she knew but perhaps Dayclan would take them?
As she walked into the Medics domain she felt the thoughts solidify in her mind. Yes, that is what she would do. She would smuggle herself and her kits out at the first opportunity. Away from these suffocating domains ruled by toms that had long since sold their souls to the devil.
"Twilightpromise?" She called as she glanced about for the Medic with fevered eyes, the contractions closer together than ever. If the other wasn't here she would likely be giving birth alone; but giving birth here alone was better than giving birth downstairs where anyone could come across her.
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MIDNIGHTPAW & CONSTELLATIONPAW (future, future liter) Midnight will use her power on the council to get them all waning alignments so they will not be leaving camp much or doing dangerous duty. That way they cannot get hurt on patrol like she was.
