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ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ


RippleClan was founded many moons ago. The tom that created it went by the name of
Ripplestar. He began as a loner, and was named Neptune back then. Neptune's dream was to
teach cats about things that barely anyone knew about. He wanted to lead others. One
sunrise, his wish was granted by StarClan; cats joined him, and Neptune taught them all he
knew. However, he wasn't called Neptune anymore. He had become Ripplestorm. Moons
later, his name changed once again - Ripplestorm had earned his nine lives, and was now the
leader of the flourishing Clan. Once he became an elderly cat, he lost his final life to old age and
travelled to StarClan. The Clan cats were deeply depressed about his death, and the grieving Clan
decided on a name. The Clan's new name was RippleClan, in honour of their first leader. It is now
being led by Pebblestar. They are battling a harsh leaf-bare, one of the harshest they have ever seen.
They are struggling. You could be yet another mouth to feed, or you could be a hero and save cats from an
almost certain doom. Either way, they're taking chances. They're trying to build the Clan back up, and
failure is only a pawstep away. They cannot go on like this any longer. Will you help them?

semi-lit warrior cats roleplay
main roleplay thread | discussion & forms thread

[ghostlyhamlet]

The year is 2070, the mass war that had broken out 30 years ago had finally ended. Leaving mothers childless, children orphaned, and loved ones widowed. The cause of the war was stupidity at its greatest, the ending of it were the superheroes that were built in labs. But now the labs are abandoned and the cities are in despair. The people think the heroes are to blame, causing them to go into hiding. But its hard when you were raised since you were as a baby to use your powers, some for good, others for evil. And now you're a teenager that can't use the gift they have to help the people they had saved. But ever since the heroes had disappeared, the crime had went up so much, there isn't really a city. People started to go crazy and then the world. The civilized world we lived on is now in anarchy. The heroes must put peace back into the world....... or there won't be one...

We Could Be.....

[Wormgod]

My grandfather used to talk about it. The day it happened. It was not a happy story. He told us, his children, as a bedtime story. As a warning. The story always started the same: a new nuclear reactor, a new fission invented by humans, and a promise to power the entire Eastern Hemisphere for years. All eyes turned to the savior as it was switched on, watching the lights glow and the turbines stir the strange, ethereal liquid--

And then they were gone.

The events that followed can only be described as cataclysmic failures by every disaster relief agency in every government on the plant. I'm sure you remember the figures. The initial statistics were staggering. 5% of the population were immune. Everything else died. Plants. Animals. Humans. Everything.

Those that were immune were treated to an interesting side-effect of the radiation. The radiation transformed from a poison into a mutagenic agent; a chemical that effected life on a molecular level. Their entire molecular structure changed. To this day, no one is sure why. It showed quickly, within the second or third generation of the life on the island. Even the humans were effected. Only one percent of life was uneffected.

That led to the quarantine. The main island of Japan was completely shut off from the rest of the world. No one in, no one out. Except my grandfather. He got permission in. Being the world's expert on the effects of radiation has its perks; if being quarantined along with an island of toxic waste is a perk.

The one percent started to rebuild, rebuild in a new process that started to scare people. Specifically people in governments. That was one of the many factors that led to the war. The last straw was the sinking of the HMS Arnold. But really, that was just an excuse. The battle had been planned on all sides for months now. The one percent fought hard, using their newfound companionships with the beasts on the island. Even the plants and animals seemed to understand that they were fighting for their homeland. My father knew this, from my grandfather's work, and warned the government to not go through with the war. This is where my grandfather's story becomes my father's.

The war lasted five months and thirteen days. The Battle of Nagasaki was the last stand for the survivors. They fought hard, but they eventually fell. Japan fell. The natives lost, and the worlds governments took the island for themselves.

Six governments took the island of Japan. Six governments drew on a map and divided up their slice of the pie. The former natives of Japan were not invited to this conference. From west to east: China took Hoenn and used the region as a testing grounds for experimental pollution reduction techniques, The United States took Kanto, The United Kingdom took Johto, France took Kalos and quickly outlawed Japanese and made French the official language, and Australia took Unova. Besides China and France, the governments left the regions alone. This was their punishment, to be forgotten and ignored. A monument to the sins of nuclear researchers.

But while they were forgotten, the island quickly recovered. It was no longer called Japan, and within one generation, that name was dropped from their culture. They never stopped working to retake their land. They developed new ways to interact with the so-called monsters, perfected their methods of capturing and controlling them, training them to make them stronger. The population of the island also rebounded, faster than any government could predict.

The revolution was swift and decisive. Each of the regions worked together to quickly expel the foreign governments. Again, the outside world decided a quarantine was the best action. The natives had no complaints.

I moved there shortly after to finish my father's work. Again, the perks of our field. I added to my father's by studying the interactions between the monsters and the humans of the island. It is my life's work. I met my wife here. I had my grandchildren here. I understand this island, its beauties and dangers, for more than any other outsider. I could never have imagined you would plan what you speak of.

Forgive my ramblings. I recount the past as a warning, despite the fact that I am sure you know it well. I must make you understand what you are planning. You call these mutated creatures "monsters", and you are not wrong in that title. These creatures are not playthings. You keep them as pets, and find them useful in daily life. Religion has sprung up around them. Life has adapted to them.

And no, as the 100 year quarantine lifts, you wish to showcase these monsters as toys? You expect outsiders, who have only heard ghost stories and rumors, to respect them? To understand the dangers of monsters? They do not uphold the tradition. They will not fear and respect monsters.

You asked for my recommendation. You expect me, the outsider, to seal this letter with no more than "Yes, go right ahead" and some hot wax. I do not wish to see this island, my home, turned into a safari zone for tourists.

The Pocket Monster League is, in my professional recommendation, an incorrect use of the unnatural wonders of this island. I cannot in good conscience recommend this course of action.


Sincerely,

Professor Samuel Oak Ph.D

Director of Research - Pallet Town Laboratories

[peppersdots]

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The year is 31 BC.
Rome is growing in strength and size, expanding ever outwards and threatening the once proud and strong nation of Egypt. Envoys are sent to both kings, by an anonymous stranger proposing a solution to the tension; allow for three nobles from Rome to marry three from Egypt to create a pact and a peace treaty.

Yet the tension that should have evaporated at this decision has remained, many on either side apprehensive of what might come...
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[xGoldenTiger]

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Gardens had used to flourish in pinata islands the creatures living there were thriving it was like a world with well... just pinatas. Things had been going harmoniously until a man called Professor Pester appeared. Changing pinatas of a different species into Sours were confused and filled with rage at the man but being controlled by him. They followed in destroying the garden along with his ruffians all that was left was destroyed buildings and pinata candy scattered around the area and the gardeners shedding tears of there lost dreams. When they had thought that all of there pinata companions couldn't return at all a new hope had started as one gardener claimed that he found a way to transform them back. It was begging to show truth slowly as some gardeners tried his idea the first pinata on record that was turned back was a Mallowolf (Wolf) After eating a hybrid pinata returning to its tamed form. Other ways were soon found to change them back pinata island was slowly turning back to normal, but that doesn't stop the sours numbers from growing since pester has a new fire breathing friend in his sour collection...
The Garden link

[.synthetica]

"hey there, rookie! welcome to brookmount. are you ready for the ride of your life?"

In a fictional present, vast swathes of the United States have been ravaged by the extreme effects of accelerated global warming – tornadoes, brush fires, hurricanes and tsunamis have driven people from their homes leaving huge areas of the US abandoned. Now these dangerous areas have created the perfect playground for a new breed of adrenaline junkies who set out to conquer each other, and Mother Nature, in closely fought races.

You will take on the role of one of the wild souls living in the fictional state of Brookmount, home to high-speed chases, incredible sights, and a good amount of intrigue. Whether they're a racer, trader, raider or just someone trying to get by, the decisions they make will influence the future of one of the USA's last standing states.

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[L.I.N.G.E.R]

S I L H O U E T T E S
From mighty stallions to shy mares, there is a happily ever after
just waiting for anybody who wants to find theirs. More than
one herd makes their home here, and there are even those
who roam without herds. The lands are famous for their
beautiful romantic sunsets that make the scenery look like a
painting of silhouettes. The lands are lush with yummy grass
and flowers of all kinds to eat. The meadow overlooks a
calm lake that is perfect for those who like to swim. Tree
lines border the meadow to the East and West. To the North
there is a mountain range in the distance, but there is plenty
of flat land to run and run between the meadow and the
mountain range. The river leading down to the lake just
beyond the treeline to the East is where the horses go to
drink. Be careful though there are threats, mountain lions
come down on occasion and humans try to capture the horses,
but here we have each other's back. Come join the paradise.

S I L H O U E T T E S Thread

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Fυℓℓ Mσση Rιѕιηg Pαcк

Oh hello, I see you've stumbled upon Full Moon Rising Pack, here you will find a great many wolves. Some will be nice, some mean. You'll find friends, and you might even find enemies. The pack looks out for each other no matter what though. It is ruled over by a vicious alpha male by the name of Marrak. You better hope you don't get on his bad side. This is not a pack you want to join If you can't handle the cruelness that could be unleashed upon you. Especially if you are a pitiful omega. Of course, there are good parts to this pack. Plentiful prey, a home to call your own, and friends to accept you. As long as you follow the rules you will be just fine.

It's a shame that the alpha is the first wolf you meet upon entering the lands, he seems to ruin the bountiful area for you with his rotten attitude. Yet the company he keeps encourages you to follow him with gentle smiles and nods. Reluctantly you let the patrol take you back to camp where you join the ranks, hopefully you're not an omega. The lowest of the low. Omegas are treated cruelly, not even allowed to have mates here. For you pack life is dangerous, but maybe you'll find a forbbiden romance, and maybe the alpha will have a change of heart. Love can change anyone can't it? We will see.

This is a wolf romance role-play, but don't worry there will be plenty of action along the way threatening to rip the bonds created apart. So what will you join as? A faithful fighter, speedy hunter, maybe a loyal beta? Or will you be a lowly omega? More importantly who's heart will you claim? The cold heart of the alpha, maybe a wolf with equal rank as you? Perhaps the alpha will fall for an omega and flip all the tables to change all the rules. Only time will tell, only you can decide. Come and find your heart, this might be your only chance to feel the rush of love.

R U S H Thread

[peppersdots]

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The year is 31 BC.
Rome is growing in strength and size, expanding ever outwards and threatening the once proud and strong nation of Egypt. Envoys are sent to both kings, by an anonymous stranger proposing a solution to the tension; allow for three nobles from Rome to marry three from Egypt to create a pact and a peace treaty.

Yet the tension that should have evaporated at this decision has remained, many on either side apprehensive of what might come...
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[Guest]

One mischievous little woodpecker
Another day, pecking your holes
Ruining the woods, tree wrecker
The angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife
Poor little woodpecker
Your nesting holes are all tainted, your food with toxins rife
Touch your friends, and they all will die falling at your feet
Oh, sad little woodpecker
Poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks

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[Little Rebel]

Hard to believe that once, you were the life of the party. Everybody loved you. And then you had a kid or two. Suddenly, your whole world is turned upside down for better or worse. Some of you are going it alone... others have the support of friends, family, their significant other... but no matter what, you have each other. You've been living on the same street for a few years now and you've kind of formed your own support group. You all have a kid or two; but not all of you are altogether happy about the way things turned out. Some of you are basking in the glow of love; others have given up hope on finding their Soul Mate. Whatever the case though, for better or worse, you're in this together now.