I have two ideas to ask about actually! Both involve Warrior's Roleplay. PM me if you'd be interested!
1. This one would be a general roleplay for anyone to join, or a semi-lit depending on who is interested.
A dark and terrible prophecy hangs over the heads of the Woodclan cats, one that sees a terrible flood, a flood that will see the end of an era for the clan. A corrupted leader has taken power after the mysterious death of the previous leader Wrenstar. Many warriors, apprentices, and even elders have been disappearing in the night, exiled or murdered by a strange force. No one is sure, only Starclan and the perpetrators known the real story.
2. (This one's a long one. I've toyed around with this idea before, but I'll only try again if anyone would be interested!) This one will be Semi-Literate to Literate.:
The scent of burning sage and singed whiskers flows through the mountain air, all sight blocked by the heavy morning fog. Ash litters the burnt and tired ground, fallen trees and crushed dens are all that is left of the once prosperous camp. A broken, tired tom makes his way from the back of a small group of cats, just as wary as he. Tears flood their eyes, the stench of smoke clings to their pelt like a mother to her kit. The broken tom surveys the sight, his once kind blue eyes dull and dark from despair; his once snowy coat grey from the fire. A long shaky breath escapes his mouth, his breath swirling around in the cold winter air. Something snaps inside his brain, sending anger and contempt to replace the despair. Ice courses through his veins with a bitter resentment towards StarClan. How could they have abandoned his clan like this, and why? They had done everything to serve the code, never once disobeying it without a direct order. Even then that wasn't enough?!
Birds began the flee from the seen, as a loud hiss escapes from the mouth of the tom. Fire burns in his eyes, his teeth clenched with all of the force he can muster. Ripping his claws from the earth, he swiveled around to his cautious clan, scrutinizing each of them carefully. "Forestclan," he began, his voice harsh and ragged. "StarClan has abandoned us, so we must abandon them. We have lived and served them for decades, even before I or any of the elders were even considered. Despite our valiant efforts, they have thrown us to the dirt and stomped on our lives, our clan. Is this something you want to believe in?" Dust went flying as he approached his clan, his stance offensive and his tone threatening. A young queen quickly hides her kits underneath her, dreading the iron tone of her leader. Her calico form shakes with fear as the towering tom stands over her, his warm putrid breath in her face. Blue eyes were like icy blades on his face, a conniving smirk took form as he leaned in closer to her. "From now on, WE are the gods of this clan," the tom roared, all traces of the kind leader gone from sight. Replaced by a cruel, insane tyrant. He was hellbent on reclaiming the honor of his clan, no matter what he had to do to accomplish it. Loud roars of agreement escaped from a few faithful cats, some old and wise, others young and cruel. Surviving elders clenched their teeth and stayed silent, despite the growing guilt and fear that filled their empty stomachs with rocks. "Any cat found to be worshiping StarClan, will be punished harshly." His eyes lightened as he got closer to the queen's kits, causing the little ones to squeal in fear. Their young minds were traumatized and confused by the actions of the leader they once revered and loved. "'Better teach your kits that Honeyfeather." She recoiled harshly, almost like his words were knives across her skin. A burning hatred began to form in the queen's heart, a flash of rebellion went through her eyes. How could she ever raise her kits to condemn the only thing that she'd ever truly believed in? Swallowing her hatred, searing her as it fell to her stomach, she approached the tyrannical tom. "Dawnstar, I hope you're happy. One day, this will bring about the end of ForestClan. I'll make sure of it," Honeyfeather hissed, hackles raised and claws drawn, her eyes narrowed in anger. She wouldn't go down without a fight.
Many long and hard moons filled with famine and sickness eventually brought forth the rebuilding of the camp. The terrible fire ravaged the camp so terribly, that the cats had to move further into the unclaimed woods. They were filled with dark and vicious dangers: rouges, snakes, coyotes, and cats of the dark forest. Dawnstar was far too gone to listen to reason, and moved to conspire with the Dark Forest cats. His hatred for StarClan moved through the clan in hushed whispers of rebellion, Honeyfeather's mysterious death only adding fuel to the fire. Everyone suspected the worse of the leader, but no one wanted to admit it. Those faithful to him would stop at nothing to make sure all that rebelled would be gone forever, sending the clan into a fearful obedience. Throughout the years, the clan grew in the vision of Dawnstar. Medicine cats no longer were permitted to communicate with StarClan, only the Dark Forest ancestors. But Honeyfeather's revenge will not be forgotten.
A few trustworthy and pure hearted cats have been granted powers by Honeyfeather and the rest of the cats in StarClan to show the clan guidance. To show them the reason for the fire, to show them how tyrannical Dawnstar really was. And to show them that StarClan has not forgotten them, they want to save them. Dawnstar knows of the long passed queen's plans, and he's planning on taking her down. Claws of iron and blood of ice, two cats were born and corrupted with the vengeance of Dawnstar, to help him carry out his sinister plan. It is up to the cats blessed by the stars to bring ForestClan back to the stars.
Prophecy as foretold by the medicine cat:
Only the Rain of Stars can wash away the Blood of Dawn.
Medicine Cats: There can be up to 3 medicine cats in camp, along with one apprentice. Unlike the medicine cats of old, they don't communicate with StarClan, instead meeting with medicine cats of the Dark Forest and surrounding clans to discuss issues and ask for advice. Prophecies are often rare and confusing, but most do not come from StarClan. However, they do have a meeting place once used to communicate with StarClan, ironically enough, named the Dawn Pool. It is a fair journey from camp, located deep inside a cavern where a waterfall flows, creating the beautiful pool known as the Dawn pool. There are two times that the pool may be visited: noon on the day of the full moon, or night of the full moon. Oftentimes the medicine cat and leader would travel together and decide at which time each of them would dream.
Warriors and Apprentices: To become an apprentice, warriors must journey into the deepest part of the forest; the part ruled by the Dark Forest. They are put to the test, having to survive without the aid of others, and defeat a skilled warrior when they return. Of course, it is possible for them to become a warrior without going through this right of passage, if they prove themselves worthy by other means.
Deputies: Deputies must journey to the Dawn Pool and dream with the leader the full moon after they're appointed, and swear to the leader that they relinquish StarClan and will live by the guidance of them and the Dark Forest.
Leaders: Leaders journey to the Dawn Pool to receive their nine lives, which they believe to be given to them by the Dark Forest. In actuality, they are given to them by StarClan but the cats have convinced them otherwise.
Fighting techniques: While the techniques are the same or similar to other clans, they are notorious for using movies taught to them by the Dark Forest. Their bodies have evolved to be able to swim extremely well in the rivers that run through the territory, and their eyes to be able to see through the thick mountain mist enough to find their way around for dusk and dawn patrol.