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[rule] [center][font=optima][size=7]strayclan[/center] [rule] [rule] [center][font=century][size=4]RP Thread | Status - Closed[/center] [rule] [rule] [center][font=century][size=4][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2237939/1]OOC Thread[/url][/center] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/7580.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/8098.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/7888.png[/img] [nextcol][font=century][size=4]On the outskirts of the busy streets of Chicago, where ancient buildings rot alongside towering majesties and Twolegs roam, live three clans of wild cats. RotClan, TallClan, and OpenClan make their lives amongst the places the Twolegs have left behind, hunting the wild rats, mice, and birds that nest in the olden dwellings. They honor and live by the Warrior Code, even though the smog of the city oftentimes covers up the stars. Together, the three clans make up StrayClan. Lately, though, times have been rough. Prey is scarce, as more and more Twolegs have devoted themselves to getting rid of the rodents living in the abandoned buildings. The water in Skypool has turned blurred and uncertain. What's more, a valued medicine cat of Rotclan has fallen into a deep slumber after being viciously mauled by a mysterious perpetrator; whether dog, cat, or Twoleg, nobody knows for certain. PathClan, once a part of StrayClan life, has vanished into the wild countryside beyond the reaches of the city. Why they did so is shrouded in mystery, but there are rumors of a vision sent by StarClan. [/columns] [columns][font=century][size=4]The remaining Clans live in fear and uncertainty. While they still maintain some level of hostility towards each other, the anxiety that they share has tied them together in this time of strife. Within TallClan, a plot has been hatched to send a few select cats off to investigate PathClan's sudden disappearance. OpenClan has been working as hard as ever to speak to Starclan, with their medicine cat spending all their time gazing into the Skypool to see if its reflection will ever clear. And Rotclan listens while their medicine cat murmurs words as he sleeps... While dogs bark and horns honk in the night, StrayClan emerges from their dens and fights for their lives. All the while, they wonder. Will their way of life be lost forever? [nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/7580.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/8098.png[/img][/columns] [rule]

[rule] [center][font=optima][size=7]the ways of the clans[/center] [rule] [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]TallClan[/center] [rule] [img]https://ak3.picdn.net/shutterstock/videos/2426402/thumb/1.jpg[/img] [font=century][size=4]TallClan is known to be the home of brave, daring cats. Their members are often risky to a fault, although they may be soft hearted about fighting, especially regarding dogs. Their territory is often free from their menace, so when one attacks cats often die. TallClan cats are expert climbers, and love nothing more than to feel the wind blow through their fur. They make their home in a four story abandoned apartment, where they are more often than not blessed with the common breeze. They get around by creeping along on top of fences, and rarely set foot on the ground unless need be. The prey that TallClan cats often hunt are birds such as pigeons and doves, and perhaps the occasional mouse or rat. Their camp is located on the third story, in the very middle of a wide expanse of empty building. The Healer's den is located in a hole in the wall, and the leader's den in a hole directly to the side of it. The Nursery is tucked underneath the stairs, carefully sheltered from birds of prey and enemy cats. Warriors and apprentices typically sleep out in the open or under boxes, on piles of whatever soft material they can find. [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]OpenClan[/center] [rule] [img]http://www.chicagobusiness.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/storyimage/CG/20151009/NEWS02/151009806/AR/0/union-files-lawsuit-chicago-park-district-pension-bill.jpg[/img] [font=century][size=4]OpenClan is known as having stealthy, loyal, and skittish cats within their ranks. They are dedicated to their clanmates and other cats to the end, and are brave fighters when forced into a corner. OpenClan is especially welcoming towards kittypets, and have a good amount that they have accepted into their inner circle. Of course, there are still tensions over kittypets turned clan cats, but if any clan is bound to receive them, it's OpenClan. OpenClan cats adore the shade of the trees and bushes that they live amongst, and the warmth of the sun against their hide. Their camp is situated in the middle of a grove of tall oak trees, where Twolegs don't roam due to the thick underbrush. Only at night do OpenClan cats hunt, because that's when Twolegs are least likely to scare away their prey. The prey that OpenClan often hunts are squirrels, mice, and sometimes pigeons. Rather than having dens, the medicine cat, leader, warriors and apprentices, and kits and queens have separate circles of open area surrounded by hedging, varying in size, which they inhabit. The hedges are tall enough to keep the cats from the Twoleg's sight, and have openings big enough for cats to climb through. [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]RotClan[/center] [rule] [center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/37/b8/59/37b85942a296056ff474e58976dc8759.jpg[/img][/center] [font=century][size=4]RotClan cats are hardy and clever, never putting anything to waste and always training their warriors as hard as possible. They are a powerful in battle, able to fend off the mutts and rogues that target their territory often. These cats are endlessly loyal to their clan and the ways of clan life, although they often seem secretive to the other clans. RotClan cats live for the musty scent of moss and algae, and the darkness that they live in. Their members usually travel only in the shadows, where they feel the most comfortable. Luckily, their living place gives them everything they need; a squat, decaying brick building is what they call home. Here, they share tongues and appreciate the soothing darkness. RotClan usually preys on rats and mice. Their camp is situated in the common room of the ancient building, almost like a ball room in structure. A balcony lies slightly above the floor, where cats perch and hunt. The leader's den is in a hole in the wall, reachable only from the balcony, and the medicine cat's den lies in a hole on the first floor. The nursery rests in a long, shallow hole in the middle of the floor, and the warriors and apprentices sleep on the floor or on the balcony. [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]PathClan[/center] [rule] [rule] [center][font=optima][size=3]Absent - No PathClan cat character slots available[/center] [rule] [center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/450461469163810816/fDzEdH2i.jpeg[/img] [/center] [font=century][size=4]PathClan is made up of intelligent, wary, and studious cats. They have a special fascination with StarClan, and value their medicine cats very highly. While PathClan warriors do not specialize in brawn, they instead use strategy to their advantage. When dogs or rogues attack, they find themselves outnumbered and outsmarted by the prowess of PathClan. These cats value the Warrior Code very highly, and respect the ways of Clan life. PathClan cats live for the winding twists and turns of the tunnels in which they live. Their sharp minds allow them to map out every pathway, every opening. Fortunately, the abandoned subway tunnel that they occupy offers everything they need. PathClan cats prey upon rats and mice. Their camp is located in an abandoned subway tunnel, with their leader living in a small tunnel and their medicine cat occupying a broken down train car. The warriors, apprentices, and kits live in separate tunnels. [rule] [center][font=optima][size=4][b]*Presently, PathClan has abruptly left the other three Clans behind in favor of the countryside. Nobody is certain why they've gone, but many guess that a prophecy from StarClan led them away.*[/b][/center] [rule] [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]Skypool[/center] [rule] [img]http://www.heidles.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/Unipanel-pond-fence.jpg[/img] [rule] [font=century][size=4]Skypool is the place where StrayClan cats speak with StarClan. It is located on the outskirts of OpenClan territory, where once every half-moon medicine cats share tongues with their warrior ancestors. [rule] [center][b][font=optima][size=4]*Lately, Skypool has become blurred and unclear, making it harder and harder to make out the stars in its reflection. This began before PathClan left, leading some cats to believe that this was the cause of their disappearance.*[/b][/center] [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]Gatherings[/center] [rule] [img]http://img12.deviantart.net/e57a/i/2010/134/b/d/alleyway__stock__by_adin_jenks.jpg[/img] [rule] [font=century][size=4]Although it is difficult to travel so far in the dangerous streets of Chicago, StrayClan cats do perform gatherings every full moon. Usually, each clan only brings three to four warriors and apprentices alongside the leader and deputy, in order to not risk a large amount of cats. They are usually short and sweet, and end as swiftly as they begin unless there is something important to be discussed. [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]Map of the Territories[/center] [rule] [img]https://s3.postimg.org/c1mzpnz1v/Screen_Shot_2017-08-02_at_8.31.42_PM.png[/img] [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]Common Prey[/center] [rule] [center][font=optima][size=4]| House Mice | Deer Mice | Brown Rats | Black Rats | Grey Squirrels | Red Squirrels | Rock Pigeons | Thrushes | Crows | Starlings | Doves | [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]Common Herbs[/center] [rule] [center][font=optima][size=4]| Catnip (used for curing greencough) | Blackberry Leaves (eases pain of bee stings) | Borage Leaves (reduces fever) | Burdock Root (prevents infection in rat bites) | Burnet (traveling herb for keeping strength up) | Celandine (trickled into injured eyes) | Chervil (treats bellyache) | Cobwebs (stop bleeding) | Dock (soothes scratches) | Elder Leaves (soothes sprains) | Feverfew (reduces fever and aching) | Marigold (stops infections) | Tansy (cures coughs) | Yarrow (forces a cat to vomit any toxins) | [rule] [center][font=optima][size=5]other information[/center] [rule] [font=century][size=4] - StrayClan cats are largely nocturnal, meaning that they hunt and stay awake at night.

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[rule] [center][font=optima][size=7]rules[/center] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/7580.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/8098.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/7888.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/7580.png[/img] [nextcol][font=cambria][size=4]1. Standard FR forum rules should be followed, as always. 2. Don't godmod, control other people's characters, etc. 3. Make sure to treat other people with respect! It's perfectly fine to hate someone else's character, but don't hate the roleplayer themselves. 4. Story drama is encouraged! That's the kind of thing that keeps an RP going. If you're going to kill off another person's character, though, make sure to ask their permission before going through with it. 5. You may have as many characters as you like! 6. Romance of any kind (LGBT+ included) is allowed! 7. Lastly, make sure to have fun!

Vixenstrike awoke early in the morning, just before dusk. She was hoping to lead the dusk patrol that day. Stepping around her fellow sleeping warriors, she kept her bushy tail high. Once outside of the den, she peered around her. Not many cats were up and about at this hour. Padding over to the freshkill pile, which was a little sorrowful at the moment, she grabbed a scrawny sparrow, wanting to get her strength up yet still leave enough food for the Clan. As she chewed on the stringy bird's wing, she waited for the rest of the Clan to awaken. She was especially eager to see Flamestrike. She was hoping to ask him about patrol leading. Despite Vixenstrike wanting his role, she still respected and admired the deputy.


Seedpaw was still asleep in the medicine den. He was definitely not a night cat. Besides, he had stayed up late yesterday rearranging the whole medicine supply! The whole thing! Can you believe that? When he was finally done, he had complained to his sister, Willowpaw. She told him to "shut up and go to sleep, it's past sunhigh!" So he had, collapsing on his moss nest as soon as he got there. And there he was still.


Zima had visited her brother, Moroz, the day before. It was her first time seeing him in half a moon. She felt she deserved to see him. It felt so good to talk in their native language for once, despite it not being much different from this region's dialect of cat. They had bonded over their adventures and had shared tongues. Getting used to RotClan had been hard, but in the end she decided she liked the group. Every time she went out she rolled in mud and then splashed in a puddle to get the scent of loner off her, as well as caught a few pieces of prey. The other cats often questioned why she was wet, and she said she liked the water, which was true. "Oh, it's just Zima being weird again," They'd mutter. But she didn't care. Now she was sleeping, although the harsh rays of sun soon subsided from the den, waking her up.


Cookie had been playing with his food. He knew what his mother would say to that. His bright green gaze followed the poor young rat as he batted it between his paws lazily. The creak of a door made his ears swivel to the entrance of his den, and he swiftly killed the rat with a bite to the neck before turning around.
"Well, what's a pretty young tom like you doing in a place like this?" Cookie purred to the blue cat that just peeked his head around the corner.
"I am looking for... someone." Said the cat, with a deep, accented voice. "She look like me. Blue. Blue eyes. Young. Have you seen her?"
Cookie batted the air playfully, his eyes glinting. "And why should I help you?"
"Please! She is lost!" A hint of desperation crept into the other cat's voice. Clearing his throat, he said in a calmer tone "Everyone else said .come to you for find anything. They say you have eyes everywhere."
"Oh, I certainly do, my little kitty." Cookie said, rolling over. "But I don't reveal information easily. Not without a price." He hissed the last words menacingly.
"What do you want? I can get." The stranger said.
"Oh, just a little bit of servitude, just a little." The tortoiseshell tom replied as if it were no big deal. These kind of desperate cats were his favorite to deal with.
"I will... consider." Said the blue cat. "I will come back later." He seemed wary, and left the den in a bit of a hurry.
"Oh, I know you will, honey." Cookie muttered as the cat left. "They always do."

(Wowza I wrote a lot)

The scents early afternoon clung to Tatterstar's fur as they padded back into camp, the sun inching down into the city skyline behind them. The limp brown rat in their jaws swung into their chest as they moved-- silently, purposefully-- towards the small Rotclan freshkill pile.

So the last hunting patrols were as successful as I was... they thought, setting the rat down and looking back at the bodies of their clanmates in the early morning gloom.

Tatterstar took a slow, deep breath and scented the air-- catching the mold and dust and mildew of Rotclan camp. Smell they had grown so accustomed to that it would have been impossible to describe them. Then came Vinetail's scent. The sharp panging smell of pain and... fear?

Tatterstar moved through the dim light towards the shape of the injured, old medicine cat and looked around to see if Duskpelt was watching over him. Vinetail looked so heavy lying there-- Tatterstar could hardly remember the cat they'd known all of their life, the Vinetail who was energetic even in his old age. Closing their eyes, Tatterstar felt worry twist inside them.

The silence of the camp was almost crushing.

"Duskpelt," they called out softly, "Has Vinetail said anything recently?"

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"Rats and rot, it's sundown already," Milkfur yawned as a shaft of fading sunlight moved across his closed eyes.

The Medicine Cat lifted himself off the ground, pulling himself into a long, exaggerated stretch that was accompanied by another, matching yawn. Then he opened his eyes, blinking at the dusty orange light creeping into Tallclan's camp.

From the highest floor of the abandoned building, Milkfur could see much of the city and watched the distant shapes of Twolegs stumbling out into the streets-- their shadows fading into them as the sun set. From here they all looked like strange, flightless birds and Milkfur purred to himself at the comparison.

"That's clever," he said to himself, "He'll enjoy that one-- Even though he'll wonder if I've been poking my nose into Twoleg business."

Something struck Milkfur and he squinted up at the sky,

"Do you ever go about poking your collective, bossy whiskers into Twoleg business?" his whiskers twitched, "Seems like the Starclan thing to do... Overstepping like that. Meddling in everything."

A laugh and he quickly groomed himself-- His paws were getting stained again.

"All that picking through blackberry bushes," he said, beginning to climb down to the floor where freshkill was stored, "Should be a job designated for cats with darker pelts."

Not many of his clanmates had risen-- tired, Milkfur figured, from the past nights of hunting-- But he did see Vixenstrike chewing on a sparrow wing. He trotted over to the she-cat and peered down at the small selection of prey,

"Looks like you warriors need to commit to that whole catching things for the clan to eat thing," he said, his voice flitting back and forth between teasing and actual criticism as he sniffed as a scrawny dove fledgeling.

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