Cats 06 Mollies 04 Toms 02 Other 00 Servings 00 Archive Here Mod xxx
noble opened his eyes to familiar surroundings. and groaned. this dream yet
again? he thought he had gotten rid of it after meeting the love of his life.
the dream held no emotional attachment for him. it didn't haunt his every
step. why he barely remembered it when he went to sleep! and after he had
met barley, the dream had gone away. now it was back. noble was starting
to think his mind really wanted to annoy him.
the dream was more like a memory. the same chilly wind - unusual for the
area or any area surrounding it - blew around noble, ruffling his fur. the same
trees rose in a ring around him, like sentries standing watch. the same mound
of recently disturbed dirt below the palmetto glowed softly with the sun's
midday light.
and noble knew what he had to do to end this dream - what he had had to do
every time.
noble sighed and checked under the bush nearest to them - sure enough, there
was his sister's black pelt, dull in the spell of death. a small emotion tugged
at his heart, but noble ignored it with a resigned sigh, padding over to the
mound of dirt.
he started digging, swiping dirt to the side with his tail. soon his claws were
clogged with dirt, but noble pushed on until his claws hit something other
than dirt - something cold and soft.
moving faster now, noble uncovered the body of his brother who had died
only two days before the day of the dream - or, to say it in better words, the
memory.
he turned to get his sister's body when he heard a small cough behind him.
odd. no other cat had ever been in this dream before. no other living cat at
least.
he turned, expecting to find some cat asking him what he was doing, or
frowning at him in disapproval. instead, he didn't see anything. something
drew his eyes down to his brother's grave.
only when he looked at striker's body, his brother was sitting straight up and
was looking as healthy as he had in life. the scars from his demise were gone.
and his eyes were red.
again? he thought he had gotten rid of it after meeting the love of his life.
the dream held no emotional attachment for him. it didn't haunt his every
step. why he barely remembered it when he went to sleep! and after he had
met barley, the dream had gone away. now it was back. noble was starting
to think his mind really wanted to annoy him.
the dream was more like a memory. the same chilly wind - unusual for the
area or any area surrounding it - blew around noble, ruffling his fur. the same
trees rose in a ring around him, like sentries standing watch. the same mound
of recently disturbed dirt below the palmetto glowed softly with the sun's
midday light.
and noble knew what he had to do to end this dream - what he had had to do
every time.
noble sighed and checked under the bush nearest to them - sure enough, there
was his sister's black pelt, dull in the spell of death. a small emotion tugged
at his heart, but noble ignored it with a resigned sigh, padding over to the
mound of dirt.
he started digging, swiping dirt to the side with his tail. soon his claws were
clogged with dirt, but noble pushed on until his claws hit something other
than dirt - something cold and soft.
moving faster now, noble uncovered the body of his brother who had died
only two days before the day of the dream - or, to say it in better words, the
memory.
he turned to get his sister's body when he heard a small cough behind him.
odd. no other cat had ever been in this dream before. no other living cat at
least.
he turned, expecting to find some cat asking him what he was doing, or
frowning at him in disapproval. instead, he didn't see anything. something
drew his eyes down to his brother's grave.
only when he looked at striker's body, his brother was sitting straight up and
was looking as healthy as he had in life. the scars from his demise were gone.
and his eyes were red.
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Log
consumption
fasting moon one
hunting
{1} noble, barleyslash, widgeonfeather
{2} name, name, name, name, name, name
patrols
{1} barleyslash, cider
{2} name, name, name, name, name, name
herb search
name
training
all available corporals train
x takes assessment
joining/death
{1} name
ranking up
x becomes y, of the z rank
medical care
{1} name (#treatment)
romance
x and x (try for kits)
x and x
kitting
widgeonfeather (moon 1)
name goes into labor! [url]father[/url]
mod notes
striked out means its not applicable
consumption
fasting moon one
hunting
{1} noble, barleyslash, widgeonfeather
{2} name, name, name, name, name, name
patrols
{1} barleyslash, cider
{2} name, name, name, name, name, name
herb search
name
training
all available corporals train
x takes assessment
joining/death
{1} name
ranking up
x becomes y, of the z rank
medical care
{1} name (#treatment)
romance
x and x (try for kits)
x and x
kitting
widgeonfeather (moon 1)
name goes into labor! [url]father[/url]
mod notes
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even though he knew it was just a dream, noble still jumped back in surprise and fright. not much frightened the stoic tom, but
his long-dead brother coming to life with red eyes? even in a dream that was terrifying.
with a shrill chuckle that unnerved noble, his brother leaped out of the grave with ease, curling his tail in front of him as he sat
down, face to face with noble. "i'm glad to finally meet you, noble." said striker - in a voice that was not his, had never been his.
in the voice of a molly.
noble backed up, his eyes never leaving the face of the stranger that had entered his brother's body. his hind quarters hit the
invisible barrier that was always in his dream and panic flashed through noble just for a moment before he reminded himself it
was just a dream.
but, looking into those red eyes, he wasn't so sure anymore.
"who are you?" he asked, surprised at how strong his voice sounded. the cat - or demon, maybe - possessing his brother's body,
made a dismissive noise that reminded him sharply of barley. he clung onto his love's name as proof this dream wasn't real - she
wasn't here.
"that is unimportant." the other replied, her eyes narrowing. "what matters here, right now, is you, sir noble."
noble tensed at the casual use of this title, and he let his mind chant the name of his love over and over. barley. barley. and slowly he came to his senses. this was a dream. his mind made this up to annoy him. so noble had every right in this dream - in his mind.
he untensed his muscles, and narrowed his eyes to match the other's expression. "oh really? this is my dream, so I think you should answer my questions."
she chuckled. "you're inferring im part of your dream honey? how sweet." she was on her paws in an instant, and noble barely had time to duck her blow. part of her claw still nicked his ear. settling down again as if nothing had happened, she gave him an innocent look. "did that feel like a dream to you?"
the cool wind bit into the scratch, and noble was dumbfounded for the first time in his life. this wasn't a dream. how was this possible?
seeing she finally had his full attention, the other sighed and flipped her tail carelessly. "finally. I was beginning to think you would never come around."
"who...who are you?" noble finally stammered out.
the other drew herself up, looking like a regal goddess. "I am dolentyn, goddess of manipulation, deception, harm, trickery, possession, deceit - and among other things, evil."
so she was a regal goddess. an evil regal goddess.
however, this made every bit of sense in noble's mind. the way she had possessed his brother's body in a dream. how she had been able to claw him. her red eyes. he remembered stories, stories from barley. stories she barely remembered, of a pantheon of twelve gods. a myth, only now -
"isn't there another goddess of evil? or a god? mort - mort something." noble blurted out.
dolentyn looked proud. "so you have heard of us. and no, mortimer is no god of evil - though he is the god of death."
but barley's stories were streaming back now. "you have two brothers." he said. "a god of good and neutrality, right? and the gods of the elements, plus a goddess of death - and the sun and the moon."
"you're on a roll." commented dolentyn.
"yes." frowned noble. "the last goddess is for ice right?"
"correct." agreed dolentyn. "though I haven't seen neubia for a while. she's always off up north, making it snow up there."
noble shook his head, trying to process it all. "you all exist." he said. "but why show yourself to me. tonight?"
the malicious smile left dolentyn's muzzle and her eyes became serious. "cat's are starting to grow up without any mention of the gods at all - no mention of higher powers other than mother nature. with this 'mother nature' thing, terra, the goddess of the earth, grows stronger and more ambitious by the day. and I don't lie when I say this - even my two brothers are getting worried.
"I came here to you because I need you to help me contain her. if - when - I convince all the gods to help me take her down, we'll exile her into a safe community - with surveillance of course. you will be that surveillance. cast down there, in the mortal world with no memories of her former self, she will be a threat no more. and, while she lives her mortal life, you and your society, your clan, will spread word of the gods, and quench the idea of mother nature - so when terra dies and rises to her status as a goddess again, she will be no more powerful than the rest of us."
somewhere deep inside himself, noble knew she was not lying - that terra could become a huge threat to the gods and the mortals alike. but...
"she'll become a goddess again? when she dies? and what are you talking about? clan?"
"i'm afraid she will." sighed dolentyn. "even the other twelve gods put together only have enough power over one of their own to temporarily erase her memory and banish her to the mortal realm." she scowled. "and by clan, I mean you start one, a group of cats. that way, the word starts to spread. we - I - gain more worshippers."
"but...why me?"
"you've seen death and destruction and got through it. the potential to make heirs is already yours. and, quite honestly, you are prepared to save the world."
noble wouldn't fault her for saying that.
"of course," continued dolentyn, "there is a small price. youll find out what it is eventually - just one of my friends - if you're willing to take the risk. will you be the one to save the world noble, or will I have to find someone else?"
dolentyn sure knew how to pull a cats strings. and right now, noble didn't care about the price. he didn't care that this was the goddess of evil - she wasn't lying, noble knew.
"I will watch over her once she arrives. make sure she never knows of her past, never rises through the ranks lest power in the clan give her an idea of what she used to have."
dolentyn sighed, looking relieved - likely the first time a mortal cat had ever caused her relief.
"good."
then noble was swept into blackness.
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"noble!"
the black tom jerked awake and barley let out a small sigh of relief, stepping away from her mate.
he shook his head. "what? barley? what's wrong?"
the ginger molly looked at him in concern. "you were dreaming." she explained. "shaking violently. muttering about dolentyn, and evil, and mother nature, and your siblings - noble, are you okay?" she asked noticing his awed expression.
"they really did exist." he said wonderingly.
barley frowned at her mate. "noble?"
he looked up at her, his green-yellow eyes bright. "barley they exist! the gods! dolentyn visited my dream, told me terra was getting too powerful, and I got to watch over her, and - "
"slow down." said barley, a small grin spreading across her face. was noble starting to believe in the gods? this would be useful. but if it was dolentyn…
"explain your dream to me in full detail." barley demanded her mate, curling her bushy tail around her paws.
noble did.
by the end of his tail, every hair on barley's pelt was bristling with excitement. for two whole seasons she had been trying to convince noble that the gods did exist, and that they should join a clan to catch on to the trend. but create one? and they were entrusted with watching over a powerful goddess? barley was happier than ever.
mostly because it meant she got to share her lover with noble to a bunch of cats unworthy of him. also, a clan did seem cool...
"it seems to me," the molly said, "like we have a clan to create."
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"mommy, mommy, mommy!"
cider groaned and rolled over, putting her back to her son.
"mommy!" smithy tugged on her ear. cider rolled her eyes behind her closed eyelids good naturedly before shaking her son off and sitting up.
"I was sleeping, dear." she scolded him with a tooth-filled yawn.
smithy wasn't cowed. "I know, but I woke you up 'cause it's 'portant! there's this nice molly down the rise. she saw me awake and told me she was looking for a kit, and to come wake you up 'cause she thought you might be a good extra help."
a missing kit? cider stood up, wide awake now. she's missing a kit? if I lost smithy... I don't know what i'd do.
"where is she?" she asked her son. smithy pointed with his tail to the far end of the rise, and cider trotted down the slope, her son at her side.
cider found a tortoiseshell molly at the bottom. she was younger than cider, and from the looks of her, was expecting kits. they wouldn't be born for a while, if cider had to guess, but it was all the more reason to find this older kit. so he or she got to meet her or his little brothers and sisters.
"hello." cider said, dipping her head towards the other molly. "i'm cider. this is my son smithy. who might you be?"
"widgeonfeather." replied the molly, with a quick but respectful dip of her head. "i'm looking for a kit. my adopted daughter, aspkit. she must have wandered off while I was sleeping, but I lost her scent around here and -"
she broke off, looking around in vain. "she can't lose me too." added widgeonfeather quietly, almost so quiet that cider barely heard her.
smithy didn't have much tack though. "widgeonfeather and aspkit are such weird names. and what do you mean, 'lose me too?' did you -"
cider cut her son off with a cuff over the ears and an apologetic glance at widgeonfeather.
"while the names are weird, my son didn't mean to offend you." she sighed, with a sharp glance at smithy. he looked back up at her, innocence shining in his eyes.
widgeonfeather shook her head with a small smile. "it's okay." she said softly. "i guess the names are weird. they're clan names. and aspkit lost her family, and found me, so I took her in."
"clan?" cider said, her tone suddenly sharpened with interest. "i've been looking for one to join - to protect my son from his father."
widgeonfeather shook her head. "i'm afraid my clan has disbanded as well as hers. and I know of no clans in this area." she paused. "and I hate to sound impolite but I really need to find aspkit!"
"right." said cider, shaking off her momentary burst of energy. "smithy, take widgeonfeather to the other side of the rise and search over there. i'll look over here in case she missed a scent."
smithy looked proud to have such a job entrusted to him, and he tugged gently on widgeonfeather's tail, tugging her towards a path that would take them around the rise.
cider sniffed around for any trace of cat scent that was not hers, smithy's, or widgeonfeather's, but found nothing. as she readied herself to go deeper into the greenery, widgeonfeather's excited yowl alerted cider that the other molly had found aspkit's scent.
cider bounded over the rise and down the other side, at widgeonfeather's side in an instant.
"I found the scent! I found the scent!" smithy grinned bounding over to cider, his eyes wide with pride.
"indeed he did." smiled widgeonfeather, catching cider's unsure look.
smithy puffed out his chest, drawing cider's attention back to him. "widgeonfeather says i'll be a great warrior one day. maybe the best in the whole clan!"
cider glanced over at widgeonfeather just in time to see the tortoiseshell's face fall. "we'll find another clan." said cider quietly, making sure smithy couldn't hear her.
"we will find a clan after we find aspkit. for her, for you, for my son. I promise you with all my heart."
cider was surprised to find she meant it with a burning passion, buried deep in her heart.
widgeonfeather took a deep breath. "yes we will." she agreed. then she hurtled for the trail. let's find aspkit!" she called behind her, leaving cider and smithy to catch up.
after only a few minutes of running, widgeonfeather stopped abruptly and cider barely managed to stop herself from running into her. smithy was not so lucky in avoiding collision. he ran straight into his mother's rump.
cider ignored this and nudged widgeonfeather. "why did we stop? is everything alright?"
the tortoiseshell molly shook her head in disbelief. "can't you smell it?" cider took a deep breath in, and smelled 'it.' the scent of two cats - marking a distinct border. aspkit had crossed onto their territory.
smithy had smelled it too, and nudged his way between the two mollies. "mom...?" he asked, voice quivering.
cider looked at widgeonfeather and saw the determination sparkling in her new companion's eye. cider set her jaw. "we'll find aspkit, whether the owners of this territory like it or not."
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noble watched the small group chow down on a mouse. he had heard conversation from where he had been hunting, and his ears had led him here. to tresspassers. on his territory.
he readied his haunches to spring on them. he could almost hear barleyslash, barley's new name, advising him not to surprise them. a moon ago, when noble had created the empire of the gods ("a little on the nose, don't you think?" barleyslash had said), barleyslash would have eagerly joined him. but ever since she had had a dream conversation with the god of neutrality, barleyslash had become more reserved and cautious.
but barleyslash wasn't here to stop noble. with a hiss, he launched himself out of the palmettos and onto the smaller of the two cats, a pale tortoiseshell molly.
his ambush was too sudden for them to react. the other molly's first reaction was to push the young kit away, and the molly noble now had pinned beneath him had been too surprised to react.
the kit was the first to recover. "let her go!" eh squeaked bravely, though his whole body trembled with fear. noble hoped his kits would be that brave. if barleyslash ever wanted to have them, that is.
"relax, kit." said noble. "I won't harm her if you tell me what you're doing on my territory."
the mollies shared a glance and the kit stared at noble with wide eyes before the pinned molly said, "i'm looking for my kit - aspkit. I fear she wandered into your territory."
noble looked at her, surprised. "aspkit is a clan name, isn't it?"
"no, it's my name." came a sassy retort from behind noble. the leader whipped around so fast he lost his hold on the molly who squirmed out from under him. a brown tabby kit stood, staring up at him with a fierce gleam in her eye. and behind her, half in and half out of the shadows stood barleyslash, shaking in silent laughter at noble's shocked expression.
"don't you laugh about this." he snapped at her, which made her laugh even more. but noble was distracted from his mate by the kit, who raced up to the tortoiseshell and nuzzled her chest.
the two laughed in joyful reunion, and the other molly - the grey one - and the tom kit stood awkwardly off to the side. the kit - aspkit if noble remembered correctly - pulled her face out of the tortoiseshell's fur and gestured towards barleyslash, whi had gotten over her laughter.
"i'm so sorry I wandered off! I got lost, and I smelled a borderline, so I crossed it and ran into barleyslash this morning! we've wandered around all day and now it's evening, and I found you!"
noble frowned at barleyslash. "so that's why you haven't been in camp all day."
"wait, wait, wait." said the tortoiseshell, pausing the conversation. "barleyslash? camp? those are clan terms if I've ever heard any."
"well," said noble, "i prefer empire over clan, but yes, i can say we are a clan. a small one, but powerful."
barleyslash shook her head. "why don't we all sit down, shake this off, and talk for a minute?"
time passed and noble explained everything he could to them, leaving out a few minor details like the fact that he was charged with watching over a mortal goddess with temporary amnesia; he didn't know when she would come; and he still had that price of dolentyn's to pay. her 'friend' she had said.
so instead he told them that by spreading the word of all the gods, terra's power would lessen.
after his not so brief history lesson and talk about the clan, both kits were begging their mothers to join. eventually, they both agreed, and all six cats headed off to camp. noble stayed behind for just one moment, and looked up at the few stars he could see coming out.
"gods, please give me all the power I need to run this clan."
then he was chatting casually with barleyslash, as if nothing had happened.
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Corporals:
name | age | gender | x
xxx↳ mentor
Mothers:
cider | 42 | molly | x
widgeonfeather | 37 | molly | x
Privates:
aspkit | 4 | molly | x
smithy | 3 | tom | x
Soldiers:
name | age | gender | x
Supreme Leader:name | age | gender | x
xxx↳ mentor
Mothers:
cider | 42 | molly | x
widgeonfeather | 37 | molly | x
Privates:
aspkit | 4 | molly | x
smithy | 3 | tom | x
Soldiers:
name | age | gender | x
noble | 31 | tom | x
Sergeant Majors:
name | age | gender | x
name | age | gender | x
Commanding Generals:
name | age | gender | x
name | age | gender | x
Generals:
barleyslash | 30 | molly | x
name | age | gender | x
name | age | gender | x
Shamans:
name | age | gender | x
name | age | gender | x
Veterans:
name | age | gender | x
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Allowed Death Rolls
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Herbs
herb | amount | herb 2 | amount
herb | amount | herb 2 | amount
Prey
frogs/toads | 1 | 0
geckos | 1 | 0
small fish | 2 | 0
big fish | 3 | 0
possums | 3 | 0
young alligator | 3 | 0
frogs/toads | 1 | 0
geckos | 1 | 0
small fish | 2 | 0
big fish | 3 | 0
possums | 3 | 0
young alligator | 3 | 0
