[Aesse]

ADOPT 21

username & ID: Myskx 875503
Clan/Tribe/Group definition: After a devistating flood, the remaining cats of the 6 original cats join into one clan, relying on one another to push through their hardships.
Name of the Clan/Tribe/Group: ShallowClan
Link to the Clan/Tribe/Group: Here!
What is he up to in the dark forest?

Peardog was killed many moons before the great flood. However, while he was still alive, he belonged to MarshClan. Now that MarshClan has been disbanded, Peardog chooses to haunt the dreams of a certain ShallowClan warrior: FlowerFlame. Not only does FlowerFlame also originate from MarshClan, but him and Peardog were the closest of friends: nearly inseperable. To Peardog, FlowerFlame was more than a friend, but unfornutately, Peardog could never seem to find the right words to tell him. The two were friends since their kithood, and if you asked him, Peardog would insist that he trusted FlowerFlame with his life.

~ ~ ~

Many moons down the road, the clan began to go to chaos. The leader and deputy of MarshClan were at eachother's throats, each having different ideals on how to go about an issue involving a lack of prey. One of them suggested that they train the kits to hunt and send them out, and the other insisted that they steal directly from other clans. Both Flowerflame and Peardog were troubled by the clan's recent turmoil, and they often snuck out into the territory to discuss it.

In the dense shrubbery of the swampy territory, the sounds of the muddied water lapping up against the land drowned out the voices of the two toms. "I think I have a plan." Peardog hissed to Flowerflame, keeping extra care to remain quiet. "What is it?" Flowerflame listened carefully as Peardog explained: "We can overthrow them." He started. "If I can attack the deputy while she's out hunting, and we work together to take down the leader, I think we can pull it off!" In that moment, Peardog grasped onto a sense of hope, and he looked pleadingly into Flowerflame's eyes as he awaited his response. Flowerflame first looked shocked, and then he managed a smile. "Okay. Let's do it."

The plan was put into action the very next day. Just as planned, Peardog committed his first crime in the forest, where he dealt with the deputy in a secluded area. Peardog trotted into camp afterwards radiating confidence. He and Flowerflame would be the heroes of MarshClan, or so he thought.

When Peardog found Flowerflame grooming himself in the clearing, he gave him a breif nod as they locked eyes. It was time. As Flowerflame scrambled to his paws, Peardog bounded towards the leader, his claws outstretched as he let out a deafening yowl. Only seconds after throwing himself at the leader, Peardog was violently thrown off of them. He furiously and blindly swiped at his attacker. It was only when he heard a familiar yowl of pain sound from them that he realised: It was FlowerFlame.

Peardog felt his heart sink as he lifted his head to see Flowerflame charging at him. With teary eyes and a heavy heart, Peardog accepted the fate that awaited him: a fatal blow to the neck, delivered to him by the cat that he loved.

~ ~ ~

After Peardog made his journey to the Dark Forest, his focus remained on his grief for a considerably long time. As his solitude ate away at him, he slowly began to develop feelings of resentment towards Flowerflame. It was only after ShallowClan was formed that Peardog finally allowed his loathing for Flowerflame to get the better of him. The first time that he 'visited' Flowerflame was while the warrior was out on a walk alone. He was shocked to see the damage that he'd left on Flowerflame in the moment of his betreyal. The tom had completely lost sight in one of his eyes, it seemed.

While Peardog had always envisioned himself exacting the 'perfect' revenge on Flowerflame, his hesitation haults him. Flowerflame was his enemy. He betrayed him. Even still, Flowerflame was also his world. Will Peardog continue to hesitate? Maybe in the future he'll confront Flowerflame calmly, or perhaps he'll finally exact his revenge.

( The traits and stories of these two go SO well together. In the lore that I made for Flowerflame, there are rumors that he lost his sight in one of his eyes in an attempt to overthrow his previous clan's leader. ALSO Peardog has the personality trait "trusting", while Flowerflame has "Disloyal" ;o; )

Pearkit - Pearpaw - Peardog
"Storm Rustling through Tundra"


A light lilac medium furred classic tabby tom .
They have golden eyes and a shorter tail.

This cat was a senior warrior.

This cat is a Dark forest resident.

Crime:
Attempting to kill his leader and deputy.
Cause of death:
single lethal blow to the neck.

Personality:

Generous
Treacherous
Trusting

Skills:

Amazing at Swimming
Okay at Problem-solving
Bad at Speaking

[Moonlight heavens]

username & ID: Moonlight Heavens 98542
Clan/Tribe/Group definition: Clan
Name of the Clan/Tribe/Group: EventideClan
Link to the Clan/Tribe/Group:
EventideClan
What is he up to in the dark forest?
PearDog has become a repository of lost and hidden knowledge in the dark forest. He has a knack for uncovering secrets from the living world, which he uses to manipulate those he encounters. His insights into the past and present are both a valuable asset and a potential threat to others.

[RoxyTBDW]

MARK!!

[LemoWuff]

username & ID: Bleeding Paws & 994413
Clan/Tribe/Group definition: After the four fled, one cat stood from before the original Bloodclan was disbanded. Seeing the empty and unmarked territory, the cat decided to take what their former leader could not.
Name of the Clan/Tribe/Group: Bloodclan
Link to the Clan/Tribe/Group: Bloodclan
What is he up to in the dark forest?
Peardog often attempts to visit Thornstar in their dreams, oftentimes met with confusion. As Thornstar is rather new to prophecies and dreams, they blindly followed a false prophecy given to them by another cat, though Peardog was right there to course correct them. Despite what he's done, he still believes his second chance lies here. His chance to be remembered forever.

[Gaycko]

username & ID: Gaycko & 810011
Clan/Tribe/Group definition: Clan
Name of the Clan/Tribe/Group: The Dark
Link to the Clan/Tribe/Group: xXx
What is he up to in the dark forest?

“What I did was not wrong, but in eyes filled of stars and misguided purpose I get condemned.”

Those are the raspy, bodiless words that fall on Hiccupbeard’s ears as she wakes in an unfamiliar, starless forest. Heavy in the air is an overwhelming scent of death and sickness. She parts her jaws for nothing, but a silent cry for help to leave. Where is she? Who is talking to her? Questions upon questions pile atop one another, yet there are no answers.

That was the first time in years that Peardog’s voice found living ears to fall on and it was the footing he needed to make a change. Hiccupbeard was the one. Her bloodline and his were shared and even if it was so far away in the family tree, it was enough. That single winter night was the beginning of a new era. One that the clans had never even imagined possible.

Peardog lost track over the years after the connection between the clans, stars, and dark forest was severed. By this time only mere whispers among rogues, loners, and kitty pets had kept a faint belief in Starclan. Those whispers had been the catalyst for the return of the clans, but another ancient power was stirring.

The second time Hiccupbeard found herself in this strange place was three moons later. Standing before her was the faint shape of a cat and that raspy voice. “We are not the villains they tell you we are. They only looked at the crime I committed, not the reason behind it.”

“W-what do you mean?” Hiccupbeard stammered back to the tom.

Stepping forward Peardog touched his nose to Hiccupbeard’s, his tail lashing from side to side. “Starclan lives on a throne of lies. They grant you nine lives based on some beliefs of honor,” Peardog growled, “They aren’t the only powerful ancestors y’know? We too can grant nine lives. Hiccupbeard you can lead and be the voice for the voiceless. A voice for the wrongfully judged.”

A bone numbing chill shot through the tabby she-cat’s body from his touch and words. Hiccupbeard was now aware of where she was and yet it didn’t scare her this time. She could help other cats. “I could help others?” She meowed looking wide eyed at the spirit of Peardog.

“Leave your clan behind. Your clan-mates follow false idols. Like misguided lambs being led to their deaths in the jaws of hungry wolves. You can be the voice of the silent lambs against the wrath of wolves. All you need to do is open your heart to us Hiccupbeard and be the first of a new era. An era where the blinding light of lies becomes drowned out.”

The raspy voice fell silent awaiting Hiccupbeard’s response as more faded spirits appeared in the background. Several long moments passed creating what seemed like an eternity of silence before she finally spoke up, “I’ll do it! I’ll be the voice of the voiceless, of the misguided!”

With Hiccupbeard’s agreement she would go on to become Hiccupstar, the first of the leaders to be granted nine lives by the dark forest. She would go on to separate from Reedclan to form The Dark. Beside her, unseen to most would be Peardog. All he could dream of falling into place. This would be how he destroyed the fragile belief in Starclan and challenge the decisions that put him in the dark forest.

[LaBelleLauren]

username & ID: LaBelleLauren 1007728
Clan/Tribe/Group: Clan who basically is just a solo who loves to investigate crimes but often gets into mischiefs more than solving them... Sometimes ya gotta bend the rules to figure it out... Right?🧐
Link to the Clan/Tribe/Group:Absolute Mischief
What is he up to in the dark forest? He saw some really pretty glowy objects and wanted to go see what they are. He can see glowing wisps in the distance. He comes to a stop when he sees this great tree surrounded by all these glowing wisps. On the tree are glowing vines and flowers. It looks out of place but he continues to look at it more closely. This new found glow takes his mind off his not so distant past. He wonders if this is a power source or of magic. Then suddenly, He sees someone watching in the branches above.... TBC

[Stormbird]

username & ID: stormbird + 1045489
Clan/Tribe/Group definition: tribe
Name of the Clan/Tribe/Group: 'Wind Of Coming Storm'
Link to the Clan/Tribe/Group: ☆
What is he up to in the dark forest? As the treacherous traitor that he was, 'Storm Rustling through Tundra' was forever bound to the dark forest, by a curse of his old clan. Every talk and tale of him was uttered throughout the neighbouring clans and tribes, as a reminder of his reckless folly. None dared to enter the dark forest, for fear of meeting him. Until, one brave leader stepped up to the challenge. He was desperate with revenge, as his tribe and family was wiped out in a brutal battle with a group of rebellious outsiders. In an attempt to form a new one of his own, he first needed to become stronger to protect what he had left. And so, remembering the stories of a traitor, Brook stumbled on until he finally met the cursed tom, whose name was long feared. But, as far from the stories he was told, of how brutal and cruel this tom could be, Brook was to be sorely disappointed, to see that he was nothing like what was said. The tom cat was more calm and soft-spoken than what the tales let on, though still a bit stubborn and ill-tempered. But, it did not take long until the two came to an agreement, and Brook was taken under him as an apprentice in training.

[Adamented]

Marking!

[Myskx]

username & ID: Myskx 875503
Clan/Tribe/Group definition: After a devistating flood, the remaining cats of the 6 original cats join into one clan, relying on one another to push through their hardships.
Name of the Clan/Tribe/Group: ShallowClan
Link to the Clan/Tribe/Group: Here!
What is he up to in the dark forest?

Peardog was killed many moons before the great flood. However, while he was still alive, he belonged to MarshClan. Now that MarshClan has been disbanded, Peardog chooses to haunt the dreams of a certain ShallowClan warrior: FlowerFlame. Not only does FlowerFlame also originate from MarshClan, but him and Peardog were the closest of friends: nearly inseperable. To Peardog, FlowerFlame was more than a friend, but unfornutately, Peardog could never seem to find the right words to tell him. The two were friends since their kithood, and if you asked him, Peardog would insist that he trusted FlowerFlame with his life.

~ ~ ~

Many moons down the road, the clan began to go to chaos. The leader and deputy of MarshClan were at eachother's throats, each having different ideals on how to go about an issue involving a lack of prey. One of them suggested that they train the kits to hunt and send them out, and the other insisted that they steal directly from other clans. Both Flowerflame and Peardog were troubled by the clan's recent turmoil, and they often snuck out into the territory to discuss it.

In the dense shrubbery of the swampy territory, the sounds of the muddied water lapping up against the land drowned out the voices of the two toms. "I think I have a plan." Peardog hissed to Flowerflame, keeping extra care to remain quiet. "What is it?" Flowerflame listened carefully as Peardog explained: "We can overthrow them." He started. "If I can attack the deputy while she's out hunting, and we work together to take down the leader, I think we can pull it off!" In that moment, Peardog grasped onto a sense of hope, and he looked pleadingly into Flowerflame's eyes as he awaited his response. Flowerflame first looked shocked, and then he managed a smile. "Okay. Let's do it."

The plan was put into action the very next day. Just as planned, Peardog committed his first crime in the forest, where he dealt with the deputy in a secluded area. Peardog trotted into camp afterwards radiating confidence. He and Flowerflame would be the heroes of MarshClan, or so he thought.

When Peardog found Flowerflame grooming himself in the clearing, he gave him a breif nod as they locked eyes. It was time. As Flowerflame scrambled to his paws, Peardog bounded towards the leader, his claws outstretched as he let out a deafening yowl. Only seconds after throwing himself at the leader, Peardog was violently thrown off of them. He furiously and blindly swiped at his attacker. It was only when he heard a familiar yowl of pain sound from them that he realised: It was FlowerFlame.

Peardog felt his heart sink as he lifted his head to see Flowerflame charging at him. With teary eyes and a heavy heart, Peardog accepted the fate that awaited him: a fatal blow to the neck, delivered to him by the cat that he loved.

~ ~ ~

After Peardog made his journey to the Dark Forest, his focus remained on his grief for a considerably long time. As his solitude ate away at him, he slowly began to develop feelings of resentment towards Flowerflame. It was only after ShallowClan was formed that Peardog finally allowed his loathing for Flowerflame to get the better of him. The first time that he 'visited' Flowerflame was while the warrior was out on a walk alone. He was shocked to see the damage that he'd left on Flowerflame in the moment of his betreyal. The tom had completely lost sight in one of his eyes, it seemed.

While Peardog had always envisioned himself exacting the 'perfect' revenge on Flowerflame, his hesitation haults him. Flowerflame was his enemy. He betrayed him. Even still, Flowerflame was also his world. Will Peardog continue to hesitate? Maybe in the future he'll confront Flowerflame calmly, or perhaps he'll finally exact his revenge.

( The traits and stories of these two go SO well together. In the lore that I made for Flowerflame, there are rumors that he lost his sight in one of his eyes in an attempt to overthrow his previous clan's leader. ALSO Peardog has the personality trait "trusting", while Flowerflame has "Disloyal" ;o; )

[kaju]

username & ID: kaju 1082006
Clan/Tribe/Group definition: Clan
Name of the Clan/Tribe/Group: Houndclan
Link to the Clan/Tribe/Group: here
What is he up to in the dark forest?

To start with, a bit of history regarding Houndclan. The current leader, Shellstar, had a tyrant of a father named Brokenstar, whom had tried to destroy his own son moons ago. Now Brokenstar, nobody knows if he’s even alive or in the place of no stars, after getting exiled from the Clan he once lead. Peardog is Brokenstar’s father, creating a twisted line of cats who yearn to destroy lives. Here’s some writing briefly describing the events that unfolded between Shellstar and Brokenstar.

Now, Peardog knew exactly what he was doing. Influencing his own bloodthirsty son into driving apart the Clan and causing death and suffering.

—

“Aim for the eyes. The neck, anywhere lethal. Stop fighting like kits.” Peardog snarled, his eyes glinting with malice. His tabby coat rustled in the breeze, smelling of decay and moisture. The dark forest stretched for miles and miles, terrifying and cruel.

Peardog hissed, getting to his paws and shoving the two cats pale furred cats before him. “Like this, you fool.” He leaped at the white furred tom, knocking him to the ground with a sickening thud. “You’re training to kill.” Brokenstar got off of the tom, gesturing for the two to continue their training.

The tom spent most of his time overseeing the training of the ambitious cats, teaching them and guiding them. To him, they were gullible and easily shaped into power hungry cats, trained in ways to disobey and disregard the sacred warrior code. Peardog despised rules.

In addition, Peardog never felt regrets for what he had done. In fact, he felt nothing at all. No remorse, no guilt, just anger and a taste for revenge. His son, Brokenstar, was the leader of Houndclan. Peardog had done everything in his power to guide him, to follow in his twisted pawsteps. Peardog had the ability to visit in dreams, so he did just that.

—

Brokenstar opened his eyes, surprised to be back in the place of no stars. He had trained here a handful of times, but recently, his dreams had been nothing. Just mere darkness. He lifted his head to gaze at the full moon, a shroud of mist surrounding the jagged trees as they stretched to the blood-colored sky. The distant screeching of cats traveled along the light breeze, sending a chill down his spine. This place, the place where the condemned and exiled set foot, was unpleasant. Though he had learned many things training here. He was hungry for more.

“Brokenstar, my son.”

A voice interrupted his racing thoughts.

Shock coursed through Brokenstar. He recognized that scathing voice. “Peardog?” He couldn’t quite see through the darkness. A pair glowing golden eyes stared at him, enveloped in the cover of darkness and shadows. The figure stepped out, walking towards his son. “Come.”

The two toms walked side-by-side through the dark forest. “Never thought I would see you again after what happened. The whole Clan still whispers about you.” Brokenstar growled. Peardog nodded. “I wanted to come guide you. Even not in the world of the living, I can still do that.” The tabby tom sat down, beckoning for Brokenstar to sit beside him. A multitude of cats were training viciously, tearing at eachothers pelts and snarling threats at one another. Peardog simply ignored it, swiveling his head to Brokenstar. “You see, following the guidance of the warrior code is soft. A great leader should not follow by pointless and futile rules set by ancient cats. Instead, a great leader should make his own rules.” A malignant glint appeared in his eyes. “There’s honor in death. And honor in being a feared leader. What do you seek?”

Brokenstar met his fathers gaze, his eyes narrowed. “Power.” He replied simply.

Peardog smiled, revealing blood-stained teeth. “Indeed. I raised you right.” He flicked his tail. “Speaking of raising a son right, that kit of yours, Shellkit is it?”

Brokenstar nodded, tail flicking. “Yes, Shellkit. He has significant potenti-”

A low growl reverberated from Peardog’s throat, interrupting him. “The potential to overthrow you. The potential to take your power and authority, the power to turn against you.”

Brokenstar stared at his father, blinking slowly. “Are you suggesting I get rid of my own son?”

“I’m suggesting you overpower him, show him he cannot take your place. Nobody can.”

“And how would I do that? I couldn’t bring myself to do such a thing. He’s kin. And my mate would never allow that...”

Peardog shook his head slowly, and with a mocking tone replied to Brokenstar. “It’s simple really. If you want to lead your Clan without issues, without anything or anyone getting in your way, I suggest dispatching of those who stand in your way. The future is uncertain. But one thing is promised, your son will take over whether you like it or not. It’s up to you to put an end to that. You can trust me. I am here to help secure your rightful place as leader.”

Peardog was known for using manipulative and threatening tactics, and ultimately used such techniques to turn his own son against his kit. Ultimately causing harm and chaos even from his place in the dark forest. Though he could never get enough, visiting the vulnerable in their dreams and seeking to guide them to promised paths of greatness, and ultimately their demise.