Desertclan - An Warriors RP - OPEN

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For years Desertclan has laid claim to a small oasis in the middle of the desert. They have managed through heat waves, droughts, famine, betrayal and war but a new enemy has laid claim to the land. Five years after taking her place as leader of the clan, Coyotestar surcame to an infection after a terrible fight with a loner, she lost her remaining two lives battling the deep infection. Her daughter, Rosefur was at her side when she took her final breath and joined starclan. The clan’s newest deputy, Scorpiontail was appointed leader, taking the name Scorpionstar. He took his place as leader of the clan, but the deputy had not served enough time to truly know what he was doing, confused and losing control of his clan, the older warriors helped him gain confidence in his role as leader, including the famous Scorchfur. However, it was only shortly after he took on his role in the clan that a cat went mad. The feline, known as Stormpelt, had been laid out in the medicine cat den for weeks, not eating or drinking. Within days he had become maniacal, foaming at the mouth and feverish. He eventually died, but not after attempting to attack the other cats around him. Most managed to get away but another cat was bitten shortly after. The clan is unaware of the dangers of the disease that now threatens to take over the clan, but the threat is also forming on the inside. Another warrior believes that Scorpionstar doesn’t deserve his place as leader and in an attempts to dethrone him, he wants to frame him for being the cause of the sickness. Can the clan survive or will the disease destroy them all?

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One All of Tess's rules apply as usual. Two please post all forms and out of character chatter on the discussion thread. I don't want to see any discussion taking place on here. Three Please make sure to post at the bare minimum, six sentences per cat! This is a semi-lit RP and I expect you to write as such. To add, there should be very few mistakes with grammar, spelling and/or punctuation. Four Please make sure every cat has flaws. No cat should be absolutely perfect. Five Please code your forms. All forms must have some type of coding and look nice and neat. Please try to keep fonts under 85. I am changing this rule a bit, they do not need excessive history's, but please include a short one at least and all the basics. Six If you have a high ranked cat, please be active. I would like to see a post at least once every couple of days. If you have a normal rank and are inactive for more than six days, I will send you a warning. If I do not see anything in the next two days you will be removed. Excused absences are excluded from this rule. Seven Disable your signature please! I can not stress this enough.


ROLEPLAY

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'scorch' - grandfather • 'fur' - grandmother
tomcat • 69 moons • warrior • heterosexual

Meet Scorchfur, the son of Flareears and Thornwhisker, Grandson of Scorchstar and Sandfur. He is a respected warrior though he tends to be a bit too flirtatious for his own good. He can be rather arrogant and prideful but is always willing to help out a fellow warrior if needed. The lengthy tom cat stands taller than most of the other cats, stemming from his bloodline and holds the same authoritative look as his grandfather before him did. He is not selfish but can be possessive from time to time, generally over those he loves, but he is always able to be talked down and never becomes aggressive unless there is reason behind it. He will defend his family at all costs and is loyal to a t to his clan, believing that they should be respected above all else. He is a fantastic hunter and talented fighter but his height can sometimes give him away during other of these tasks. He refuses to come home without food and dislikes when other warriors take food without first putting work into helping the clan. He has no current apprentice and isn’t really looking for a relationship but that doesn’t mean he isn’t open to one. This tomcat has been through a lot and with the lost of his leader he is very touchy about the new tom. He does not particularly like Scorpionstar but respects him nonetheless and will eventually grow to respect the slender tomcat.

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name: oddpaw, oddeye age: six moons
gender: molly, identifies as molly sexuality: bisex
ual rank: apprentice, warrior mentor: stripeheart

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oddpaw has a single brother, brittlepaw, who was born alongside
her. she has no other kin in the clan as her mother died during b
irth, her foster mother died of heatstroke and her father was ne
ver named by her mother. she has no current friends and fights w
ith her brother more often than not. she has no love interest but
may possibly be open to ones in the future. she hopes to earn her
warrior name at the same time as her brother does, if not before
her brother does.
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oddpaw is a rather shy cat, often keeping to herself and barely s
peaking when confronted by others. she is flinchy and nervous, l
argely due to the fact that she has had very little actual social in
teraction with anyone but her brother. she is intelligent and thou
gh she doesn't speak she is highly observant of everything that go
es on around her. she is clever and cunning, able to outsmart ene
mies rather than just rely on brute strength of her teeth and cla
ws. while she is shy, once she opens up she is a chatterbox and t
here is almost no way to get her to be quiet.
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▸welsh origin means speckled/irish origin means freckled◂

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tomcat//21 moons//loner//will fall for hollowwatcher
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meet brecken, the black and white speckled loner who
is best known as the goofball of the desert. he has is n
ot the most responsible of cats and often gets himself i
nto situations in which he winds up stuck between a ro
ck and a hard place. he likes to adventure and mess ar
ound, often taunting other loners and even larger pred
ators. he was not always a loner, once a happy kittype
t, he was loved and cared for in a home until his goofy
antics caused him to break a prized possession of his o
wners. He was abandoned not long after, thrown out o
f the car and left to die in the heat of the desert, but
he didn't. he learned quickly how to handle himself an
d grew 'street smarts' so to speak. Despite his goofy an
tics and outgoing personality, he is very capable of bei
ng serious when the situation is requires it. this is extr
emely obvious when he falls in love with someone. he
is not at all cautious about the things he says and is e
xtremely blunt with his beliefs or thoughts. He is smar
t and clever and figures things out very easily, leaving
him able to work around most situations.

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Ｗｅ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ
ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ
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ｗｅ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ
ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ
ｔｒｙ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ
ｎｅｗ， ｂｏｙ Ｉ
ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ
ｃａｒｅ ａｓ ｌｏｎｇ
ａｓ Ｉ＇ｍ ｗｉｔｈ
ｙｏｕ．


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female • warrior • 22 moons • bisexual • orphaned • of kittypet origin • no siblings • no crush/mate • no kits

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Pricklepelt is a slender she-cat, her pelt his thin but sticks up at all times along her spine for reasons unknown. She stands at about thirteen inches and weighs about seven pounds, leaving her looking oddly thin in comparison to her height. She has large ears that are slightly rounded at the tips yet still seem to hold a sort of point to them. Her coloring is that of the average brown tabby however, rather than stripes throughout she has some patches that are speckled. Her chest has a large white patch as well as her hind right paw. Her tail has a blackened tip as do her ears leaving her with some unique markings. She his agile due to her leanness but lacks muscle necessary to put up much of a fight. Her tail is of average length but is rather thin like the rest of her body though it crooks at the end due to a previous injury when trapped inside the room she was born in.

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Absentminded • Breezy • Casual • Deter
mined • Obedient • Noncommittal • Sar
castic • Solitary • Unambitious • Tough

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Adaptable • Capable • Charming • Efficient • Cal
m • Fair • Farsighted • Genuine • Gentle • Good-
Natured • Open-minded • Optimistic • Generous

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Abrupt • Aloof • Anxious • Cautious • Err
atic • Fatalistic • Grim • Irrational • Moo
dy • Obsessive • Paranoid • Possessive

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Pricklepelt doesn’t remember much of her past, born into a chaotic household, a kittypet of sorts. However, unlike most kittypets she was never shown affection, often ignored or worse… abused. She lived a life of fear in a small, closed off room filled with multiple cats and multiple litters. She never actually knew who her true mothers was, often shifted between litters, she eventually assumed she was orphaned as, for the most part, no other kits were passed around the way she was. She barely remembered the warm scent of milk often overpowered by the scent of urine and feces that littered the floor and before she was six months old she knew the pain of a broken rib and twisted paw, her handlers being extremely aggressive with her. When she was six moons old, life changed. More two legs came and slowly but surely cats began to vanish, never to return again, their fates forever unknown. She managed to twist her way from a two legs grasp and slip out the slightly cracked door. The event was followed by loud shouts that reverberated through her ears painfully, the sun making her grimace, her head pounding in response but she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop until she found herself deep in the desert, disoriented and dehydrated, dragged down by the violent heat wave that had overwhelmed the arizonan desert. She found herself collapsed in the shade of a tree, her sides heaving, maw parted in a heavy pant. It was there that she ran across her first warrior cat, patrolling with a group of three others. Though she had not crossed their borders she was spotted by the patrol and, non aggressively, approached. The leader of this patrol was the well respected Scorchfur. She could hardly lift her head to meet the concerned voices of her rescuers as they struggled to figure out a way to take her to camp. The normally strict Scorchfur found a soft spot in his heart for the weak and dying she-cat. Eventually they lifted her between two cats and carried her off towards the camp. Coyoteclaw greeted them with curiosity and worried and the she-cat was immediately rushed to Softberry’s den where she stayed for several days before her body fully recovered from not only the heat and dehydration but starvation and physical trauma as well. She joined the clan cats for the first day with absolutely no name to give, just simply cat. She was highly cautious of every warrior that approached her, knowing the capabilities that other cats held. However, she was eventually approached by Coyotestar and almost immediately the female dropped her head in utter respect, feeling the power that danced from the she-cats pelt. She was offered a place in the clan and though hesitant the young she-cat agreed. She was later given the name Pricklepaw, Prickle for the way her pelt stands on end constantly, and eventually given the name Pricklepelt. She learned quickly, like any apprentice and was praised for her efforts, receiving her name at 13 moons.

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Softberry is a beautiful thick-furred tabby she-cat of one hundred twenty-seven moons. Her paws were once perhaps on the path of a warrior, but a night when she was a mere three moons old changed everything. Starry-furred warriors from all the times past traversed into the small kit's dreams and prophecised her becoming DesertClan's next medicine cat, succeeding her mentor at a young age. At first, Softberry struggled with learning everything as fast as she could - known only to her, her mentor's death came quick and swiftly and soon she was left alone, with barely enough information retained in her mind. To this day, Softberry regrets not speaking with anyone about knowing his coming end, but still doesn't speak of it.

StarClan has their ways, and so do I.

Her knowledge and ability to speak to StarClan is much superior to her own Clanmates' and her knack for using herbs and treatments is incredible for a cat with as little mentoring as her. However, while she has spoken with the ancestors in the sky, she's never received a true omen before on her own. Her pale gaze is always searching, always looking for something to interperate, but nothing has ever shown up in all her time. One of the things Softberry fears the most is failure, failure to her Clan and her Clanmates and ancestors. She is always there and her den is always open to a cat who needs comfort and a gentle ear-licking, but she can also give solid advice and hard love. Sofberry is hard to make an enemy of, as she will not fight you with claws but instead words, a strategy unlike most cats use. As a medicine cat, this she-cat has no mate or kits and doesn't intend to have any in the future. She speaks her mind whether her opinion is popular or not and is not a wallflower.

Basics

Gender: Female
Age: 127 moons
Coat: Mottled and striped, many shades of brown
Strengths: Interpreting omens, using herbs, kind
Weaknesses: Fighting, hunting, saying no
Hopes: Get an omen, save lives
Fears: Failure, losing cats to StarClan
Mate/Crush/Kits: None
Family: None known
Friends: Scorchstar, Rattleclaw, Tinyfur, Coyotestar
Apprentice(s): Hollowpaw
Enemies: Speckledfur

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Stripeheart



Stripeheart was born into DesertClan by a molly by the name of Dogtail with three siblings. She soon passed away from birth complications, as did the other kits named Yewkit, Silverkit, and Frecklekit. He was taken in by a queen named Featherwhisker, and he has no memories of his birth mother, since she died before he could bond with her. He was very close with two other she-cats of the Clan growing up, Cherrytail and Quailfeather. After receiving his name, he was chosen on a patrol to escort a traitor named Speckledfur out of the territory. She had attacked him and left a vicious scar ripping from his right eye down to his flank. The fur never grew back over the scar, but he bears it proudly to show his loyalty to DesertClan. In fact, despite having blood leaking from the wound, he had even given chase to get her away.
After that, he only proved himself time and time again. When the desert was almost too hot to stand, he went out on patrols to bring back water on moss for elders and queens with kits. His -heart suffix described him perfectly, never fearing to show his loyalty despite the dangers or consequences. Now at 79 moons, and without a deputy in line for the leader Scorpionstar, he's eager to prove himself and fulfill his lifelong dream of being a deputy.

Basics

Gender: Male
Age: 79 moons
Coat: Silvery-gray with darker stripes and white underbelly, muzzle, and front right paw.
Strengths: Understanding, righteous, brave
Weaknesses: Honest to a fault, standing up for himself
Hopes: Become deputy and leader
Fears: Leaving no impact in the history of DesertClan
Mate/Crush/Kits: None
Family: Featherwhisker (mother, deceased)
Friends: None
Apprentice(s): Sandpaw, Warblerpaw
Enemies: None

[feyre.archeron]

So Stripeheart is in the running for deputy, I will choose deputy once the RP
actually starts and of course we have more people.

You both can invite anyone you'd like.

Prophecy cats and their roles are as follows:

Scorpion - though he does not actually have a role in the prophecy, he is the
center of it.

Watcher - The watcher is Hollowpaw, he is the one who sees the deception t
hat is going on as well as the one who figures out that the disease is not cau
sed by the new leader, nor a sign from starclan.

Mouse and Bird - These two are the ones who, with the help of the Watcher,
will bring forth proof that the disease is spreading beyond the confines of t
he clan.

Fire - Fire is Scorchfur, he is the one who, in the end, will destroy the betrayer.

Water - Water is the betrayer, he wishes to make the clan turn against the l
eader and blame him for the sickness that has begun to spread across the cl
an.