[𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓] Warriors RP

[Euthymios]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxx𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒

Few of the veterans remember the horrible days when the sky rang mad with the shrieking howls of a merciless blizzard; when the wind, hail and terrible cold destroyed all that one knew. That was many moons ago, when a terrible winter claimed the lives of many cats of each kingdom. Not all of the courts lasted through those terrible years, when the rogue attacked his own sister, the empress, in his jealously-driven rage.

All the kingdoms suffered, what political stability they had taking blows as the starving subjects rebelled against their rulers. However, the storm wasn’t the end of it. The winter storms had brought about the rise of a sinister and enigmatic rogue tribe called the Ironguard. Hearts twisted by jealousy, they started to spread dissent and discord among the cats of the kingdom, weaving lies like spider webs. The hard won harmony of the land was quickly erased,as cats turned against each other. War erupted, plunging the valley into chaos, and there were many casualties on each side. The first kingdoms to fall was the Kingdoms of Mist and the Kingdom of Thorns.

It was only in recent decades that the Ironguard and the Moon Court, guided by the Gods,reached an uneasy truce. The spirits above welcomed the newest queen Jasminerose with open arms in the past ten moons, and so far the Moon Court seems to be in good hands. The borders, regularly patrolled by the Paladins and the Guardsmen, have been undisturbed for the time being, (even with the Ironguard) and prey and herbs spring up abundantly.And why wouldn't they, in the waning years of newleaf. After all, isn't greenleaf the most prosperous season of all?

It started with the visions. Sent by the sentinel, iskossa, to the Caliphate. There were a couple of anomalies toward this. First, why wasn't the vision sent to the High Seer? And second, why didn't the dreamer send them? The matters worsened when an innocent Neophyti is found injured on the border. The poor molly was unable to say the name of her attacker, nor could she write it. Upon careful examination, the High Seer declared that something, a curse, had befallen the molly. The attacker was a cat, like them ; that was the easiest to see.At first, the culprits seemed to be obvious, but when the Empress and her Equerry met with the Mogul, the blame was shifted off the Ironguard for the time being. Unease and fear sweeps through the Court like wildfire as peace began to fade out of reach. The normally amicable and loyal cats have started to doubt the ability of their new queen, and some have even talked of joining the Ironguards for a more secure rule. Because if the Ironguard was not responsible for the terrible attack, than what was?

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♛ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐮𝐦 ♚


▷ Empress [♀]
She has the blessing of divine right (which is the belief that the gods themselves chose her to rule.) The Imperatrix is always female. She is responsible for maintaining the well being of the clan, making the major decisions with the advice of the council, leading the armies along with her general, and conducting important ceremonies [e.g. kits - apprentices - paladins.] The Imperatrix will not come into direct contact with the commoners and her subjects (with the exception of the Opulentos). She is the main driving force for her clan — although her equerry does shoulder this responsibility. Should the queen die, retire or be exiled, her eldest daughter will ascend to the throne. If she has not produced a suitable female heir, then her equerry's firstborn daughter will become queen. She also spends quite some time in her life devoutly studying with the Ecclesia, and communicates with the gods above, but usually does not receive omens. The Imperatrix also bears a more serious duty; she is the main mouthpiece of her people with the Ironguard tribes. When the queen rises to power, she is given the suffix -rose along with her nine lives.

▷ The Emperor [♂]
The Imperatrix's chosen mate. Like the other mates in the clan, he was handpicked by the Caliphate to take her hand in marriage. Unlike other rulers that prefer to rule as the sole dominant figure (ex. the king and his consort) the Emperor is the equal of his mate. He takes care of the court while she is away, aids in important diplomatic matters, and is responsible for maintaining a semi-peaceful relationship with the Ironguards on the border.

▷ The Heirs [♂ / ♀]
Exactly what it sounds like. The Heirs are the children of the Emperor and the Imperatrix, and they are born into wealth, power, privilege and influence. While they may be of royal blood, they still take on roles in the Court. The eldest female heir will ascend to power when her mother leaves office. While the male will not ascend to the throne, they are equally important. All of the heirs will obviously hold extremely high rank, and they are highly respected thanks to their royal blood. Their mates will be arranged by their parents.


⚘ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 ⚘


▷ Spiritual Caliphate [♀]
The Spiritual Caliphate is the leader of the religious branch of the Court. (Spiritual refers to the church, and caliphate is a leader.) She leads the Antistitae in prayer, but surprisingly doesn't always receive omens ; that is the job of the High Seer. They work with the Imperatrix in assigning mates and sometimes along with the Antistitae, will preach in public. She is a trusted persona within the Court, sometimes serving as a kind of mother figure or a teacher toward the heirs, but she is not authorized to order them around. That's a job saved for the Equerry. That being said, she is also responsible for teaching the Neophyti about healing and tending to wounds, which is the final step before they become a full Antistitae. When they are recruited, they are supposed to take an oath of chastity and divine obedience; an oath that flows from the evangelical counsels of the Crone and Emperor. The spiritual caliphate is forbidden to have a mate or kits.

▷ High Seer [♂ / ♀]
The High Seer is the primary recipient of visions, omens and prophecies, which can occur in her sleep, during her prayer or even during the broad daylight. These visions can start quite early on, making it easy to distinguish who will become the Seer. The Dreamer and the Emissary are responsible for the selection of the seer; the dreamer sends the visions and the emissary is the one who speaks to the Caliphate. Being a seer is a difficult job, as Seers are often ostracized or belittled before they make sense of their visions. Like the Caliphate, they are not allowed to have kits or a mate, and they must swear the very same oath.

▷ The Antistitae [♂ / ♀]
The mouthpiece of the people to the clan. They are primarily female but it's not uncommon for males to become Antistitae as well. They are the larger and more iconic branch of the Ecclesia. Their duties include preaching religious messages, offering therapeutic advice when needed, delivering messages when the caliphate is busy, and facilitating the training and growth of the Neophyti. The Antistitae are recruited randomly as kits nearing their sixth moon. After that, they become Neophyti and train under the other ecclesiastical figures. It is extremely rare for a kit to refuse to become a Neophyti, as Antistitae have a very powerful influence and social status. Additionally, refusing to join the Ecclesia brings strong social taboo and shame to their houses, which more often than not results in exile. They are the main healers of the clan.

▷ Neophyti [♂ / ♀]
A pupil of six moons or older that is studying under the Antistitae. They can be either gender. The Neophyti are selected at their sixth moon or sometimes a few days earlier than that. They assist in the duties of the Antistitae and join them for mass. They also join the High Caliphate when it comes for herb gathering and medicine.


✒ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬 ✒


▷ Imperatrix's Equerry [♀]
The Equerry is an attendant, adviser and close friend of the royal family. She is practically a sister to the Empress and helps to take care of the heirs when the Imperatrix is busy. She also leads the Monarchical council. The Equerry makes sure that the Imperatrix is well fed, has all her tools and accompanies her into war. The Equerry along with the council carries on many of the same jobs as a deputy ; they organize the patrols, meet with the people in times of concern, relay messages, and discuss important prophecies with the Ecclesia. (However what they are told is somewhat limited) Despite being so close to the Imperatrix, should the monarch pass away, the Equerry will return to their former rank, whatever it was. When the Imperatrix ascends to the throne, she will select a new equerry.

▷ Monarchical Council [♂ / ♀]
The monarchical council is a group of senior moon court cats that serve as the main governing body and advisers to the Imperatrix, and this branch is led by the Empress herself. They decide important decisions before they are put into play; ex. choosing of the Equerry, mentors and apprentices, promotions etc. Below are some of the prominent members, although it should be noted that the council is not necessarily kept to these ranks.


► Imperatrix's Equerry [♀]
< see information about the Equerry above >

► High Caliphate [♀]
< see information about the High Caliphate above >

► Veldheer [♂ / ♀]
< see information about the Veldheer >

► Imperatrix [♀]
< see information about the Imperatrix >

▷ The Veldheer [♂ / ♀]
The Veldheer is the leader of the Imperial Guard and he is a personal guard for the Imperatrix. This is a gender-fluid rank - so the Veldheer can be either male of female. The Veldheer is required to be in peak physical shape should a threat arise, and they help make war plans with the Imperatrix, Veterans, and her mate. The Veldheer helps to combat threats on the border, and escorts the Imperatrix and Caliphate when she goes to communicate with the Ironguard. He is a highly trusted military official to the royal monarchs, and is responsible for facilitating the training of the Imperial Guard, and making sure that everything is in working order. His final and most important task is to protect the monarchs and their children at the cost of his / her life. The Veldheer also works with the Emperor to organize patrols and hunting tasks.

▷ The Imperial Guard [♂ / ♀]
The main defenders or bodyguards of the royal family, especially the Imperatrix. They are given rigorous exercise and training as pages in order to prepare them for danger and combat. They are tasked with protecting the royalty and each other with their life. While they may be fearsome warriors, nothing is stronger than their family. They escort the Antistitae and the royalty whenever needed (like during announcements to the public in terms of the royalty) Despite their name as the Imperial Guard, they are supposed to help the Paladins defend the Court as a whole.


► Imperial Pages [♂ / ♀]
Cats of six moons or older who are studying with the Imperial Guardsman to one day become guards themselves. They are required to undertake rigorous physical and cardio training in order to prepare them for their future role. They have the same jobs as the Paladin Cadets, and they sometimes help each other out. (cleaning out the elders den as well as their mentors.) If their mentor is killed, they will be assigned a new one.

▷ Accountants [♂ / ♀]
Accountants are required to keep track of everything that goes on as the cats do not yet manage a printing machine. They document everything from the amount of prey eaten to the daily life of the Moon courtesans to the important facts about each ruler. Additionally, since accountants are required to be literate, they are sometimes called in to write letters for cats who cannot read or write. Additionally, accountants are required to keep the royal archives updated and accurate, so they are also required to have a comprehensive knowledge of the past.


► Accountants Apprentices [♂ / ♀]
A pupil of six moons or older that is studying to be a scribe. They learn the skills that an Accountant will need, as well as history. At a young age they are also taught how to read and write.

▷ The Veterans
Cats who are now retired from their posts due to age or a crippling injury. No matter their blood status, they are treated with respect and care thanks to their service. Sometimes, certain veterans may seek audience with the Imperatrix to give their advice


☤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 ☤


▷ Paladins
Paladins "sacred fighters" are the main fighting force of the Court. They are skilled fighters and combatants who defend the Court at all costs. They are the soldiers who pledge their loyalty to the Imperatrix and the Emperor, and they are usually commanded by the king. They go into battle with the Guardsmen, yet are not the main fighting force. Among the whole clan, the Paladins and the Guardsman have the strongest bonds with each other.


► Cadets of The Paladin [♂ / ♀]
Cats of six moons or older that are taught to defend, hunt and fight for the clan. They are not taught to fight as intensively as the Imperial Pages, but they must be well versed in combat and discipline nonetheless. Otherwise, they are supposed to clean out the dens of their mentors and the Veterans along the imperial pages.

▷ Emissaries [♂ / ♀]
The emissaries work with the equerry to maintain stable diplomatic relations with the Ironguard and/or other rogue tribes. Emissaries work as the representatives of the Court - and as such these cats are trained to be tactful, patient, and eloquent at all times.

▷ Ferrariae [♂ / ♀]
The Ferrariae are basically metalsmiths who work with metals to create armor and/or jewelry for the clan.

▷ Queens [♀]
The queens are cats who are nursing, expecting or raising the kits of the clan. They are given priority feeding, so as to ensure the health of their kits. When their kits are apprenticed, they will return to their former rank.


❡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 ❡


▷ Maids of Honor [♀]
Maids of honor are young mollies who meekly wait on the royalty and Opulentos. They are required to, among other things, keep the palace in pristine cleanliness, run messages for the high class, and answer any call or complaint given of them. Like all of the other servants, maids of honor are looked down on as objects, but they are required to bathe and are fed more regularly. A maid of honor is required to wake at the crack of dawn and snack quickly before going to wait upon the royals. These fae are often treated as poorly as the scullery folk, despite being one rung above them in the social ladder. Additionally, some of the Maids are told to play instruments by breakfast, dinner, and lunch. (or whenever they are summoned.)

▷ Scullery Folk [♂ / ♀]
The Scullery are responsible for doing all the work around camp - save for the heaviest work which goes to the Outcastes. They are asked to do whatever is required of them, and are considered to be below the entire Court. Most of the Scullery Folk are half-blood moon courtiers, former outsiders, or moon courtiers that have violated the code. That being said, they are not allowed to be alone with the Royals, as they aren't as frail or helpless as the Maids. They are ostracized and sometimes physically attacked due to their low status. The attacks have somewhat diminished as of late by the Imperatrix's command, but before, conditions were as brutal as they could be for a cat who was not an Outcaste.

▷ Outcastes [♂ / ♀]
No cat wants to be an Outcaste, and for good reason. It's rumored that these cats are cursed-and they are treated as such. They are abused horrendously-physically and emotionally, while also ordered to do all the heavy brute force work that nobody else will do- not even the scullery folk. It's very common to see these cats toiling in the blazing heat or cold, or in the mines, scavenging for gold or silver. They wear chains at all times, and are always guarded by two or even three Paladins depending on size. They are considered to be much, much lower than even the scullery.


𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬


▷ The Erros [♂ / ♀]
Errors, or rogues, are fierce, territorial cats that have permanently settled on the surrounding territory. Some were born that way, and others left their original courts to live this way. Note: these are also cats who do not swear allegiance to the Ironguard.

▷ The Solitaires [♂ / ♀]
Cats that never quite stay in one place, but are significantly more friendly than their erros counterparts. Like the Erros cats, they have no affiliation to the Ironguard, although they may know a little sweet something about the mogul's plans once in a blue moon. They are the ones that Paladins / Emissaries will speak to.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬


▷ The Mogul Of the Ironguard [♂ / ♀]
The mogul is basically the Imperatrix of the Ironguard rogues, and she holds the same power and influence as the Imperatrix does. The mogul is tasked with maintaining a peaceful relationship with the Moon Court as well as the well-being of their people. You can expect that this is a cat who has a lot on their plate, and as such, must be well-organized and flexible in mind and body. The Mogul also works with the sable blades to enforce order among the tribes.

▷ The Sable Blades [♂ / ♀]
Sable means 'black' or dark, and already it's easy to tell where these cats get their names. They are the ruthless and merciless second in commands of the Mogul. They have much of the same duties as the Veldheer or the Equerry (arranging patrols, training the combatants, etc.) They are the defenders of the Mogul, and are responsible for protecting his/her safety at all costs. That being said, they are the ones who speak with the rest of the tribe in the Mogul's place, and they are supposed to thwart and punish any cat who may have treacherous intent. They are the two most trusted cats in the tribe, and they plot with the Mogul. When the Mogul is killed or removed from office, the two sable-blades will fight to the death for the position. The one who survives is the next Mogul.

▷ The Combatants
The large bulk of the Ironguard workforce. They do the main hunting and fighting in the tribe. Every night on the new moon, one may seek to challenge upwards to the Sable Blade rank. If they lose, they are usually dishonored and shamed. But if they win, the Sable Blade steps down and they take their place.

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⚔ imperatrix [1/1]
jasminerose - ♀ - 43 mns - immortes

⚔ emperor [1/1]
bramblestrike - ♂ - 32 mns - immortes

⚔ heirs [2/3]
chervilheart - ♀ - 24 mns - wildsight
name - ♂ - mns - immortes

⚔ spiritual caliphate [1/1]
sabledawn - ♀ - age - wildsight

⚔ high seer [0/1]

⚔ antistitae [1/6]
name - ♀♂ - age - hγαςιητΗ

⚔ neophyti [1/5]
sootpaw - ♀ - 10 mns - darcyj

⚔ imperatrix's equerry [1/1]
scarletdawn - ♀ - 24 mns - kingdom

⚔ vehldeer [1/1]
name - ♀♂ - age - immortes

⚔ imperial guards [3/7]
name - ♀♂ - age - hγαςιητΗ
foxstorm - ♂ - 42 mns - Keriae
flinttalon- ♂ - 15 mns - wildsight

⚔ accountants [1/4]
chervilheart - ♀ - 24 mns - wildsight

⚔ imperial pages [0/5]

⚔ veterans [0/4]

⚔ paladins [0/5]

⚔ cadets of the paladins [0/3]

⚔ emissaries [0/3]

⚔ accountant apprentices [0/3]

⚔ ferrariae [1/4]
emberstrike - ♂ - 50 mns - azhefa

⚔ queens [0/-]

⚔ maids of honor [2/4]
oisin - ♀ - 27 mns - immortes
name - ♀♂ - age - hγαςιητΗ

⚔ scullery folk [0/4]

⚔ outcastes [0/3]

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erros [0/5]

solitaires [1/4]
bone - ♂ - 35 mns - wildsight

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mogul [1/1]
arlaekh - ♀ - 28 mns - immortes

sable blades [1/2]
catharsis - ♀ - 24 mns - lucid dreary

combatants [1/7]
figaro - ♂ - 35 mns - wildsight

initiates [0/5]

mothers and young [0/4]

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The camp is set in an old yet wonderfully well-kept japanese-style castle. the castle is a few feet up on a hill, the grass forming a smooth meadow underfoot. The camp entrance looks like this, and it opens up to a marble hall. xxx The area directly up front is what is referred to as the 'common area.' This is where cats can hang out and socialize. Going up the stairs and taking a right, you find this archway xxx, marked by two of the maidens angels' statues. This leads to the areas where the ecclesiastes and neophyti reside and preach. The Neophyti study and pray in this room xxx and they sleep in a separate room down the hall. The room on the very other end is the quarters of the high caliphate and the high seer. The moon court priestesses sleep in a large room (similar to the neophyti room) on the left side of this commons area. Leaving the spiritual area and going back to the commons, to the left are the separate barracks for the guards and paladins. If you go past that room, you come to a rather small white room with dual doors. This is where herbs and prey are kept (left and right respectively) Going to the very end and left will take you down a marble hall, which leads to where most of the opulentos reside. Again, there is a split. To the right is a small white bedroom. That is the bedroom of the equerry. To the right is this. The door directly across the entrance is the Veldheer's quarters. Otherwise, the room on the far left houses the accountants, the adjacent doors on the far right house the queens and elders respectively, and the stairs to the right lead down to the servants quarters.

Outside the castle - territory wise - the territory is essentially a wide plains area that leads to a densely wooded forest xxx. During the warmer seasons, such as spring and summer, the forest is both challenging and bountiful, since the prey always find ample places to hide. Since the forested grounds are much below the castle, there is actually a series of stairs that lead to the back entrance to the castle and thus the food cellar. However, at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the resulting snow can make finding food extremely difficult.

To the west, the light level dims until the world leads up to a pitch black tunnel entrance. The tunnels will lead to the catacombs that the Ironguard cats call home. Cats are highly ill-advised to go into these tunnels unless you are an ironguard cat since it's extremely easy to get lost - and thus become easy prey to an ironguard sentinel. The actual staircase looks like this. Opening up, the commons looks like an abandoned palace, dark and brooding just like the inhabitants. Going down the hall, they come out to the 'barracks' or sleeping quarters for the combatants. Leaping upwards, the tunnels go up to den of the mogul xxx. The actual sleeping place is beyond the coils of the snake. (note that the snake is the only statue left standing). The sable blade(s) sleeps in the largest den in the combatant area.

▷ TYPICAL PREY

• various rodents (vole, shrew, mice)
  
• hares and rabbits
  
• frogs / toads
• fish (trout, chub, pupfish)
• birds (lapwing, finches, thrush...)

▷ PREDATORS

• birds of prey (hawk, falcon, etc.)
• woodland snakes and adders (also can be caught as prey)
• foxes
• black bear
• wolf

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the empress, also known as thenrus, is the incarnate of storms, triumphant of the night. she is the alpha of all gods, favored and worshiped above them all. she is seen as an overarching queen, mother figure, awesome and terrifying in her power. she is not actually seen by the lady - a black lion is usually there in her place. at each cat's death, if they are worthy and have remained loyal to the queen, she will lead them to the Lunar Realm. in terms of appearance, she is presumed to be a regal gray tabby molly with cold amber eyes

the emissary, also known as sovtia, is the god of judgement, strategy, the court and political cunning. sovtia is said to be the younger sibling of thenrus. he is also the god of the forest and foreigners. he prefers to show himself in his incarnate form, but if he for some reason he cannot make it, he most likely will show himself in the form of a rufous hummingbird. he is seen as a gray tabby tom with pale amber eyes.

the maiden, also known as chairnor, is the youngest of the gods. (probably about the age of a young warrior give or take a few moons.) while she has the tendency to be overlooked, young apprentices, kits, and newly minted warriors tend to pray to her. she is the goddess of assigned mateship, blood purity, youthfulness, the sun, and success. a white peacock will usually greet the caliphate or seer (and the acolyte if one just happens to be present) in the goddesses place, but sometimes if she is seen, she is a lithe light brown tabby with bright green eyes.

the sentinel, also known as iskossa, is the watcher of the forest. iskossa is the god of guardianship, luck, ceremonies and the sun. He is responsible for alerting the queen and the emissaries if there is danger within the court or on the borders. iskossa, like thenrus, is remarked to have been extremely taciturn and enigmatic. usually if there is a shadow in the forest, even if you are alone, than iskossa is watching the area around you, keeping you safe. he is seen as a siamese tom.

the crone, also known as mindirra, is the medic and caretaker of the gods. she is remarked to be omnipotent and maternal, full of warm advice. due to her age, she is sometimes overlooked although the royalty know how important she is. the crone is seen as a skinny white oriental she-cat

the dreamer aka sietliote is the second-youngest out of all the gods, and inevitably the most approachable and kind. he is named the dreamer because he is the one who walks through the dreams of the Court. he wards off nightmares in the kits and apprentices, and cavorts in the daydreams and pleasant reveries. sietliote is a rather mischievous as well; he sometimes causes young cadets and thorns to go into a daydream for no apparent reason, which annoys their mentors to no ends. that being said, he is not above causing terrible nightmares to those he feels have done injustice in a day; these dreams work as warnings. that being said, the dreamer is the official messenger of visions to the caliphate. he is seen as a fluffy black tom with sun-gold eyes.

the darkbringer, also known as ketsiah, is the warbringer. he is the general of tactical fighting & murderous fight moves & nobility. he is about thenrus's age and presumed to be thenrus's right hand. he is responsible for determining with the emperor whether or not a cat deserves to go join the blackguard in the sky. when the moon court cats goes to fight or to wage a war (with anyone) the clan preys to the darkbringer for strength. he is seen as a black tabby maine coon with cold golden eyes and scars under his long pelt.

the rogue aka astaroth is not a god you want to run into. he's the god of chaos, war, death, disorder, violence and evil. he has nothing but hatred and malice in his heart. astaroth was the brother of thenrus, and when both were young adults, astaroth challenged thenrus's right to become the pantheon leader. when his 'polite' request was denied, he tackled thenrus to the ground trying to kill his elder sister. storms tore across the land, freezing it with merciless frost. he is seen to be a gray tabby brute with amber eyes.

[Euthymios]

xxxxxThe fae was crouched at the mouth of the creek, eyes closed, body still as death. The rays from the sun were interspersed through the morning mist and dew. The lake rippled beside her, glowing like the sanctified stars that hovered unseen behind the curtain of light that the sun sent. A few meters back, the Imperial Guards kept watch on the outside, to challenge any cat who dared to shatter the peace that this hallowed tradition brought. Their presence only emphasized the sanctified solemnity of this ritual.
xxxxxEven the Ironguard rogues, with their shred of respect for the gods, did not dare to trouble the patrols this morning. It would be sacrilege to say the least. The afternoon sun irradiated the supine body of the heiress, causing the ginger patches on her fur to glow with a fiery passion, as if the sunbeams themselves had been mortalized in her. The solar incarnate.
xxxxxPerhaps she was reflecting on her own losses, as she had been when she had left at dusk for the Winter Creek. Each step regal, poised. Each step, another step that her Court took away from that bitter winter, when lady death lurked around every corner. Standing tall for her two kin, who had long ascended to the Lunar Realm. With the ruthless Ironguard pacing ever closer to the border, they needed to maintain an image of strength. Even if it was a facade, they needed to drive the message across that they were a Court that could recover from a hardship. That they were resilient enough to drive out any outside force. A message that the other Kingdoms were not able to send across as they crumbled from within.
xxxxxHer being here alone, to be able to ascend to the rank of the Empress was a blessing. A stable foothold for her Court. The Empress had demanded her own dominance, which henceforth challenged by the rogue, set the consequences on her mortal charges.

xxxxxNo mortal cat could understand what she was seeing. Each life sent a jolt through the fae, a fiery wave of energy, making her gasp silently, tense. Vivid danced behind her closed eyes, an arcane energy making her mumble quietly in her sleep, as if she were praying.
xxxxx"Pantheon above, look upon thou child of spirits. The combined voices of the gods and goddesses, sonorous and resonate, echoed in the heiress's ears. It was not a strident call as the lives had been, but a solemn, motherly caress, "By traditions, ancient and hallowed as the sky, grant thee lives to walk among us. They will call you the Mother of The Tundra, and the Queen of Wolves, a maiden who will work with the Gods to aid her Court. She is Jasminerose, the Empress of The Moon Court."

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• [ location; the outskirts; royal study ] • [ mood. apprehensive, regal ] • [ tag(s); arlaekh (mentioned) ] • [ role; heir empress ]
❖︎ ───── ❝ She was standing before the water, staring unseeing at its frozen surface. ❞

xxxxxThe sunlight was blindingly bright when Jasminerose opened her eyes again, her body stiff from laying in one position as she received her nine lives. The voices of the sacred gods that she had just met with echoed faintly in her ears. Mother of the Tundra. Queen of the Wolves. Wild, untamed. Alert, she took in her surroundings through her jade green eyes. Trying to calm down her too-fast heartbeat, which was now a muted steady beat in her ears.
xxxxxJasminerose knew what duties were expected of her now. She would carry them out, even if the past few days had been swamped by nothing short of organized chaos. The days blurred before her eyes; too fast and too sudden was her accession. A mix of words, and voices, expensive jeweled heirlooms and prayers with the Ecclesiastes. The Opulentos, in particular had been all too eager to seek audience and favor with their future queen. That was the most unbearable; their traditional mindsets was nothing short of stifling. The views and practices that Jasminerose, as the Empress, would now be expected to uphold. Anxious did not quite sum up how she felt in that moment, a feeling that faded when she found herself in the mighty presence of the Empress.
xxxxxShe was one of many queens to take this journey, and she would not be the last, not if she had any thing to say about an unsuccessful accession. Such incidences were rare, but Jasminerose knew that she had to be on guard nonetheless. Her thoughts drifted back to her mother. The molly was a stern yet nurturing mother, but on the Court...her confidence and selflessness was unrivaled. Jasminerose had asked her mother how she accomplished what she did, but she received the same answer. Watch. Listen and be smart.
xxxxxThe damage that had been done to her Court would be left to scar, then. The older generations would be whispering about it in hushed voices, and the youngest would be simply left to hear stories that would make them shiver. It would be a new tale for the elders to whisper about to the younger apprentices, hushed murmurs in the dead of night.

xxxxxEventually, the sounds of the forest drew the introspective molly back to the present. Her guards must be growing restless by now. It would not be exactly polite of her to elongate the time, she wanted to savor the peace of the forest. Back home, she was busier than the Scullery, or so she opined to herself. Most likely, she would have to hold a ball...and after that, there was paperwork and most importantly, she had to select her Equerry. Jasminerose sighed softly to herself, anticipating the stress that would most likely give her a headache. She huffed quietly to herself, raising her head upwards to give a regal appearance. While the white-and-ginger molly may have grown quite flustered with the lessons of posture and grace, Jasminerose had to admit she had learned quite a bit more than she had expected. The soft grass underfoot caressed her paws as she turned heel and walked back to meet up with her escort of Imperial guards.
xxxxxThe guards at the end of the clearing immediately snapped to attention as she approached, heads bowed reverently. Right. Eye contact with a member of the royal family. was frowned upon. It was not becoming to essay such defiance of tradition or dominance; a royal simply could not be the equal of her people.
xxxxxThe tall looming sycamores, steadfast and unflinching, imbued in Jasminerose a since of serenity and security, allowing for her to lead the guards with newfound confidence. There were lighter patches of emerald green on the forest floor where the light peeked through the roof of the forest, and her pelt was dappled like a tortoiseshells' as she gracefully pranced ahead, her anxiety quickly giving way to bridled ambitious thought excitement. It wasn't just about the newest celebration she knew that some of the most influential Opulentos would be requesting; it was the proud ambition for a queen to lead her people into the new age.
xxxxxThe dense forest soon gave way to a rippling sea, with light grass that swayed with the wind in a sprightly dance. The crowning gem that was the magnificent Moon Court Castle stood tall and proud, almost blindingly bright in the sunlight. Most likely her people would be awake.
xxxxxThe guards at the front door bowed immediately to the monarch with a reverent your highness. The large gates to the palatial castle opened with the faintest of creaks; a testament to the age of the ancient palace. She bid the guards a genuine thanks and farewell before she headed up to her royal quarters.

xxxxxJasminebranch, now called Jasminerose had walked this path many times before, when she accompanied her mother as an Heiress. Now, this path was hers to walk alone.

present day

xxxxxEven with the strain of duties and the day’s exhaustion, Jasminerose made it her duty to get through each letter and request that was sent to her attention. Thus, it did not slip her notice when a new envelope, made out of yellow parchment and bound surprisingly neat with rushes and reeds. One of the birds she kept as a pet was pecking at it. This was not a letter from the Court, but as soon as she saw the ink her heart started.


𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑂𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑁𝑒𝑤

𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝐸𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒

𝐴𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠. 𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒; 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑦. 𝐼 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑎 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝐴𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝐴𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑝𝘩𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤.

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑤𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑛, 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒-𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦. 𝑇𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑠, 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝐾𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑎𝘩 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑦, 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡.

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐼𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑
𝓐𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓮𝓴𝓱

xxxxxApprehension tightened her breath and ruffled her usually silky smooth fur. Jasminerose did not need to read on to know who had wrote this with a cold and clever heart. Nobody could write in blood red ink like that. Empress above, why would Arlaekh write to me now?

xxxxxJasminerose wasn’t afraid or even the least bit intimidated by the other molly who was writing to her at the moment, but the mogul had a way of introducing and ending matters in ways that left the russet tabby’s head in webs that intertwined artifice and truth till they were one. That was Arlaekh’s artful signature—and a clever political tool that could leave opponents disoriented.
xxxxxThere were, admittedly, little things that bothered Jasminerose to the point of vexation, the matters that did make it into that category tended to stick around for quite some time. Unfortunately; and reading the rest of the letter, Jasminerose could just feel the dark amusement the calico must have been feeling. Jasminerose’s pelt was left prickling, in the same manner when she had looked Arlaekh right in the eye on patrol, meeting those ever-changing amber eyes with her own pale green ones.

xxxxxA horrible thought suddenly struck the newly minted Empress as she looked back to the paper to the last sentence.

xxxxxBy Iskossa. She knows. She knows

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♔ 𝐁 𝐑 𝐀 𝐌 𝐁 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐈 𝐊 𝐄
rank: emperor | location: the camp | feeling: distracted | tagged: no-one, open
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bramblestrike had slept well.
he emerged from his chambers, stretching off the clutches of exhaustion that still clung peskily to his pelt. the broad tom-cat parted his jaws in a massive yawn, feeling the sound echo deep from his chest. he chuckled at the sensation.
jasminerose had already left, it seemed, so bramblestrike assumed he would be by himself the majority of the day. he wasn't disappointed, of course- the quiet would be welcome after the hectic couple of days that were occupied by jasminerose's coronation and preparations for the event. bramblestrike faltered in his thoughts for a second- he really was emperor of the court now. he knew it would come, after the death of the previous empress and the fact that jasminerose was the first in line, but his own promotion was hard to process. he was born into the opulentos, so he was no stranger to royalty, but now he was the tom being served, instead of the tom serving. a pang of sadness struck him- he missed being an imperial guard, being along his peers and training the pages to fight in defense of the court. what if he would grow fat, sitting on his paws instead of participating in the rigorous exercises with the guardsman?
as if his body expressed the same worries itself, he broke into a run. he felt his paws strike the cool marble of the castle floors, and instantly he felt his hackles flatten. maybe he would do this more often- he loved the way his muscles burned with the effort as he forced himself to go faster and faster. he was about to turn down the corridor towards the commons, when he realized that he couldn't go down that way. he wasn't with the opulentos anymore, so he couldn't move about 'common' cats like he did before. bramblestrike felt his body drift into exhaustion, and he sat down, chest heaving to catch up with the oxygen he lost moments prior. he stared down the corridor, and could make out shapes of cats moving- the silverbloods and kalators were waking up and started to tackle their duties for the day. he thought back to his days as an imperial guard, and once again he was struck with nostalgia as he remembered the happiness he felt whenever he was able to release his stress through exercise and training.
his life would never be the same.