*⋆ the valley discussion

[sunfool]

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xxxxxxʕ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 •ᴥ• 𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐓 ʔ

Name Beartuft
Gender Male
Age 79 moons
Clan Moorclan
Rank Elder

Parents Deceased
Siblings Deceased
Mate Dovelight
Kits Open
Past Apprentice(s) Open

Desc Light brown, thick
fur. Green/brown eyes.
Grey slightly dusting
face due to aging.

Beartuft is rather chatty and
energetic for his age. His
energy sometimes causes
worry for others as he tries
to do things his body can no
longer handle. Even though
he is rather thoughtful and
kind, he is stubborn with his
way of helping. Ultimately,
he wants the best for those
around him and does what
he can to accomplish that.
He can also be pretty clingy,
especially around his loved
ones.

Beartuft has seen the clan for all of its highs and lows, and
has only recently became an elder. He was an unremarkable
apprentice and warrior compared to his only brother,
Bumbleclaw, but made up for it with his sociability.

The tom states that the first time he fell in love with his
current mate, Dovelight, was on the day he became an
apprentice. Of course, she wasn't that interested in a tom
one moon younger than her. That or his failures when it
came to hunting or fighting. Nevertheless, he was always
right behind her, careful not to overstep her boundaries but
always hopelessly and rather blindlessly in love. He never
was sure what won her over, but they have been together
since late warriorhood.

The fire took Bumbleclaw away from him, and it caused him
to go into a deep yet hidden depression. His parents were not
a big part of his life, but his brother was always there for him.
He realized that his loved ones won't be with him forever and
has grown a deep-rooted fear within him. Even though he won't
admit it, he has gained an even larger and somewhat tiresome
attachment for his loved ones.

[sunfool]

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xxxxxx 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 ⚘⚘࿓⚘

Name Quietfoot
Gender Female
Sexuality Demisexual
Age 16 moons
Clan Moorclan
Rank Warrior

Parents Unknown
Siblings Unknown
Love Interest Open
Kits N/A
Past Apprentice(s) N/A

Desc Black and white,
medium-length fur with
a pink nose. Apparent
green eyes.

Quietfoot lives up to her
name, meaning she comes
off as delicate and reserved.
This doesn't infer that she is
cowardly though, as she is
always willing to defend
herself however she can when
the time comes. She lacks
expertise in combat, and is
too proud to let the clan know.
The only thing she knows how
to do is sustain herself.
She also isn't used to socializing
with other cats, but she joined
the clan as an outsider because
she was far too lonely to admit
it.

On Quietfoot's first day of life, she was named Froggy. A name
she would personally detest shortly after. Not much more
happened after her birth, as she spent most of it alone in a
barn. There were few cats around, sure, but they all stuck
to themselves. And her mother was long gone before she could
form an attachment to her. She got used to starving when she
was younger, and would later teach herself to hunt by observing
others and sticking to trial and error.

Once she found out about clan life, a dream started to form.
It fascinated her that a large group of cats could have so much
loyalty towards one another. She left her comfort of the barn
not much after and sought out a so-called clan. Now that she
found it, she is rather overwhelmed and doubtful. She was not
as adventurous and friendly as she had imagined.

[sunfool]

final res :-)

[selasphorys]

𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓. 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇




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i. batkit/batpaw/batblaze;
ii. molly, she/her; iii. pansexual;
iv. founder warrior; v. 14 moons;
vi. dark brown molly w/ green eyes
and a russet ruff around her chest;
vii. small, sleek build under thick fur;
viii. scent: pine; ix. 3w4, 387;
x. sleeping at last - anger;
amber run - insomniac;
xi. bold, fervent, tireless,
arrogant, insensitive, naive
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crush: open
parents: buckbark & mottleslash
brother: owlpaw
open to having unknown
kin outside of rowanclan!
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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅
𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓, 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

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━━━━━━━ 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 ━━
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Coming of age when the fire burned her future away,
Batpaw had her warrior ceremony as a founding
member of MoorClan. Now known as Batblaze, she
must always carry destruction in her name. Flames
burn on in her head and her heart. The RowanClan
apprentice was ambitious and determined before
the fire took everything that she tried to fight for.
Raised to put RowanClan before all else, Batpaw
took these beliefs to extremes back then, and even
more so now. Because of her combative nature, she
missed most gatherings and never bonded with cats
from other clans. She never wanted to know those
enemies anyway. But these same enemies have now
become her MoorClan clanmates. Batblaze struggles
to accept this new reality. Nothing can ever be the
same. She takes her fury and frustration out on the
non-founders. As tensions rise, more sparks will fly.
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━━ 𝑰𝑻’𝑺 𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑶𝑹 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ━━━━━━━
━━━━━━ 𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑺 𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬 ━━
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Batblaze burns with an endless, erratic energy. She has
talent for sneak and ambush tactics, taunting from the
shadows as she darts out of reach. This impish trickster
gets into terrible trouble on her misadventures. With
fiery ambitions and opinions, she charges forward on
indomitable will. The audacious cat is quick to launch
into attack, both verbal and physical. She refuses to
coexist with anyone who isn't a former RowanClan cat.
After the fire, she clings to her beliefs in StarClan and
the warrior code. These are the last bastions of the life
she once knew. Batblaze defends them fervently since
she has nothing else left. After all, this makes her better
than starless, codeless loners. But why couldn't StarClan
save the clans from the fire? Unvoiced doubts shake her
to her core. Like her bat namesake, she blinds herself
to painful truths. The young warrior shelters a fragile,
kit-like heart under her aggression. It crumbles to ash.

[selasphorys]

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋
𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋




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i. larkspur/larkfrost;
ii. molly, she/her; iii. bi questioning;
iv. non-founder warrior; v. 38 moons;
vi. gray-brown ticked tabby w/ blue eyes;
vii. tall, wiry build. scarred right shoulder;
viii. scent: petrichor; ix. 6w5, 684;
x. sleeping at last - homesick;
daughter - smother;
xi. vigilant, hardy, independent,
aloof, inconstant, bitter
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crush: reynard, open (?)
kits: rushpaw, vetch
mother: hyssop
sister: goldenrod
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐎𝐔𝐑
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋

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━━ 𝑪𝑹𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 ━━━━━━━━━━━━
━━━━━ 𝑪𝑹𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑷 ━━
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Cats come and go with the wind, leaving nothing but
a memory. Larkspur learned this from her mother long
ago. She grew up wandering the Valley with just her
mother Hyssop and sister Goldenrod. Hyssop taught
her kits hunting & healing, survival & self-sufficiency.
The tiny family was whole until a rogue ambushed them
for their prey and herbs. Larkspur still bears a deep scar
from shielding her sister, but she was helpless to save
her mother. Not long afterward, Goldenrod confessed
that she had fallen for a tom and left to join his family
far away. Larkspur resolved to survive alone. But in a
flight of idiocy disguised as passion, she found herself
charmed by a tom named Reynard. She believed that
this family would be different, permanent. He left her
as soon as he knew of her pregnancy. Larkspur had to
hunt and fend for herself while heavy with kits. Both
her sons were born weak. Her smallest son withered
from a terrible cough, and his brother would likely
follow. In despair, Larkspur realized she failed them.
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━━ 𝑪𝑹𝒀 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺 ━━━━━━
━━━━━ 𝑰𝑭 𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬 ━━
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When she heard that clan cats with a healer had come
to the Valley, Larkspur decided that they could give her
beloved Rush a better life than she could ever offer.
She asked to hunt, to fight, to be their guide--- to do
anything for her son's acceptance and treatment. Rush
survived, even thrived. Around her new clan, Larkfrost
stays coldly objective and reveals nothing of herself.
Her loneliness buries her like brambles, both protecting
her heart and piercing through it. She feels confined here.
She plans to slowly distance herself from her son, from
everyone in MoorClan, until she can disappear from their
lives without a lingering trace. And yet, why does it hurt
so much to turn away? From the start, she had no intention
of ever becoming “Larkfrost” or a “warrior”. She tells
herself that she always will be Larkspur, a loner, alone.

[selasphorys]

𝐖𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓
𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍
𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐖




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i. rush/rushpaw/rushrunner;
ii. tom, he/him; iii. too young;
iv. non-founder apprentice; v. 7 moons;
vi. red-brown ticked tabby w/ yellow eyes;
vii. long-legged, scrawny build
shortness of breath w/ overexertion;
viii. scent: fresh soil; ix. 7w6, 728;
x. hollow coves - moments;
sleeping at last - accidental light;
fish in a birdcage - child of the stars;
xi. radiant, free-spirited, bighearted,
rash, unfocused, capricious
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mother: larkfrost
brother: vetch
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𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇
𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖

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━━ 𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 ━━━━━━━━
━━━━━ 𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑬 ━━
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Rush was a sick, skeletal thing when Larkspur first
brought him to MoorClan. But just a moon later, the
young tom has transformed. Rushpaw tears up and
tumbles down hillsides, flourishing in his new life.
He is radiant, spontaneous, eager to grow. All that
is left of his old cough is a sporadic shortness of
breath, but he goes further beyond his old limits
every day. Through his sunny eyes, Rushpaw sees
the beauty and wonder in everything. As a kit, he
had always delighted at meeting other travelers,
pestering them with questions about their journeys.
But he never stayed close to anyone new for long
with his reserved mother. This was part of why
Larkspur believed he would be happier with a clan
than he ever could be with her. In MoorClan, he
has finally found community, stability, and home.
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━━ 𝑺𝑬𝑰𝒁𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ━━━━
━━━━━━ 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑵 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑺 ━━
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With his loner upbringing, Rushpaw has no natural
respect for rules or authority. He can't memorize the
warrior code and he pushes past the borders at each
patrol. His heart always outpaces his head. Rushpaw
doesn’t care to climb ranks, only to climb mountains.
The apprentice quickly gets bored of repetitive chores.
Rushpaw runs on wanderlust. Though he tends to dash
forward, he’ll always turn back to make sure his friends
are happily running with him. What he loves, he loves
wholly. His mom told him that his brother Vetch faded
forever in death, and his clanmates told him that he
watches over him from the sky, but Rushpaw has his
own theory. His brother is the breeze that races beside
him whenever he runs along the moor. That’s why Rush
has to fight twice as hard and see twice as much of the
world. For his brother. An undercurrent of urgency guides
his paws. Rushpaw nearly took his last breath too, not
long ago. He’s gotta make the most of every moment.

[selasphorys]

relations masterpost

[Mezzo]

Both my cats are up and ready for relos (provided they're accepted) (: I don't have anything particular in mind, but if anyone is planning on making a founder from BrookClan as well, Lynxshadow could use some kin - whether they be siblings or parents - or friends. Leopardpaw could also use some friends around her age, but she is newer to the clan.

Also as a heads up, I'm going to be away on trips from the 30th-2nd, then again on the 5th-10th next week, so my posts may be slow if the rp has started by then. Hope that's alright!

[lacke]

i went ahead and added every one, including relos, to the front page! <3 thank you guys for joining! now we have 3 apprentice spots and 1 warrior spot left, if anyone here wants to grab more spots (:

in the mean time, all of my cats are open to relos! i'll list what i'm looking for below:

stormpaw - siblings, crush
tinyleaf - mate
dovelight - kits, younger siblings

also in the mean time, i want to include traditions! so, if you have any suggestions, please throw them out!
AND LASTLY, i'll make a poll about this, but would you guys want a discord?

[avicularia]

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Name: Mothpaw, Mothstep
Age: Nine moons old
Clan: Moorclan founder
Rank: Apprentice

Eyes: Large, golden, often void
of discernible emotion
Fur: Pale with darker pattern,
soft and smooth, well-kept
Build: Small in stature,
thin and lithe, built for
speed over strength with
small features and large eyes

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ＹＯＵ ＩＮＨＥＲＩＴＥＤ
⋙⋙ 𝔸 𝔽𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 ⋘⋘
𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒

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Main Trait: Unpredictable

Positives: Motivational,
hard-working, compassionate,
resourceful, solitary,
peaceful, follows the rules

Negatives: Soft spoken,
odd, perfectionist,
shoulders all blame, difficult
to read or understand

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xxx Mothpaw was built for speed. This turned out to be a lucky thing indeed, as her home was set ablaze before she turned a year old, and she was forced by her father to run from SnowClan, her family, and all her hopes and dreams. His words urged her on, though were quickly lost to the sound of fire and distance, as he stayed behind to help her siblings, and all were lost.

xxx Today, she is still guided by her father's final words. Keep going, Mothpaw! Though memories of her siblings and father plague her, she keeps on, not speaking much to others for fear of their loss. Instead, she relies on herself for most things, not bothering to ask questions or for help, even when it might help her.

xxx Mothpaw can't ever seem to make up her mind. She thought she knew what she wanted out of life, and now everything has changed. She has wildly different responses to the same questions depending on the time of day. While hard-working and a rule-follower, sometimes thoughts of being alone in the wilderness find her dreaming of leaving it all behind.

xxx Despite everything, Mothpaw puts all of her effort into everything she does. She loves other cats and can be very motivational, seeing reasons for doing things that others may be unaware of. She's a peaceful cat and would never upset the flow of things, tending to stay out of the way of others and submitting to their whims without question. Maybe someday she'll prove herself to be a capable warrior. Until then, she remains an apprentice with too many tough decisions and unpredictable circumstances in front of her.