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Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

Greenstone

Name Greenstone
Age 42 moons
Sex Male
Mate None
Clan Role
Deputy

Clan Lightclan

Apprentice Moonpaw

Skills
-A difficult cat to meet in battle – not for his strength, but because he seems to predict and intercept a cat’s move well in advance.
-An excellent hunter, he hasn’t missed a single prey catch in seasons.
-While not having any heightened senses, his perception and processing of the environment around him has reached the level where he can even predict the weather two sunrises in advance.

Scars/Birthmarks
His front right paw has no claws, after an accident that occurred when he was barely out of apprenticehood.

Relationships
TBA

Personality
A tactician of sorts, Greenstone’s stride comes from knowing as much information as he can about the land that he lives on, being as diplomatic as possible and keeping outsiders outside the clan borders. He believes that the success of the clan resides in diplomatic measures – that is, have as little to do with other clans as possible. He avoids conflict (and contact) with the clans as much as possible, except on the truce of the full moon, however his reluctance to initiate battle against the other clans angers many of his younger clanmates. The more senior warriors and elders however, remember just how coldly ruthless Greenstone can be when enraged.

Biography
Even as a fully fledged warrior, Greenstone used to be a very average, and ordinary sort of cat. He’d only wanted the simple life of a warrior, and followed in his older sister’s footsteps most days. That is, until his sister was murdered by a fox queen when she ventured to close to its den.
On that very night, Greenstone disappeared. Assuming that he had gone for his sister’s revenge against the fox, his clan thought he was dead for half a season. However, he returned during the last days of green-leaf – and promptly announced that he had eliminated the fox and her cubs, providing safety for the whole clan for many seasons to come.
Since his return, Greenstone lost his playful nature; instead replacing it with an inquisitive, strategic and tactical mind.

Extras
He has a favourite rock that he liked to perch on to take time out of his apprentice duties and think, before he became a warrior. It stands in the intersection between two streams, underneath a huge willow and covered in lichen and moss – it has since been nicknamed “the Green Stone”, and it became the inspiration for Greenstone’s name.

Moonpaw

Name Moonpaw
Age 10 moons
Sex Male
Mate None

Clan Role
Apprentice

Mentor: Greenstone

Skills
-Ferocious fighter
-His fur is well oiled, and as soft as silk; many a time during practice fights, has an apprentice tried to hold Moonpaw by his fur – only for him to slip out of their teeth or claws like a wet fish
-He is showing the promise of being an excellent swimmer.

Scars/Birthmarks None

Relationships TBA

Personality
Much to the dismay of his mentor, Moonpaw doesn’t seem to care much for the territory wars the cats are all so familiar with; or Starclan, or anything else that goes for the warrior code – which is why his warrior name is taking so long to be granted to him. He is mostly the friendly giant sort, although he will not hesitate to use his claws to defend his own personal space (albeit, never at his full strength)

Biography
Thanks to the fierce territorial nature of his clan, Moonpaw has lived a fairly easy life so far. Of course, his apprentice days are full of fighting among other clan members, but he enjoys every minute of it. His current dream is to be the best battle warrior the clans have ever seen, both in the old and the current clans.

Extras
His diet is almost exclusive to fish – apparently, land-prey just isn’t as satisfying.

Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

Brilliant! I'll take the position of Lightclan deputy, and a Lightclan apprentice if you don't mind.

Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

Hi there, may I join? I'd love a nice relaxing animal to rp, and just let my two little bundles of fur roam free

(also, is the role of deputy/leader in any clan positions still open? I figured my cats would be best suited to Lightclan, but that can change)

(Last question - how common are/can we play as Rogue Cats in this RP?)

(Well, I have one more... is the notion of Starclan the same as it was in the books?)

In Hunting Beasts and Nightmares

"Don't separate, or you'll never find your way once you lose it." And so Macey watched Leo gingerly, as he made his way out of the city and into the thick mist beyond.

"And where is he going?" Macey hissed quietly. "He still has a debt!" Leo, probably being the strongest and most experienced of the hunters, would have made an invaluable addition to the hunt. And yet, here he was, travelling into the world of nothing but pain and sorrow by himself.

It's because I'm not strong enough to follow him... she sighed, with her eyes downcast. With any luck, Leo might be heading towards the direction of the Ravine anyway; although, this scenario was unlikely, Macey felt. Well then. I'll show him. I'll bring down a big fat dragon and wear it's skull as a helmet. Then he'll see I'm worth having around!

The scenery outside the city didn't really shock Macey. It looked every bit as miserable as the city itself - if not for the wooden walls, she wouldn't have noticed the difference. Still, the hunting group kept at their long and steady march, and within time she found herself pacing along Mu's side.

"Don't get me wrong. Your Monkey's cute, but don't start thinking we're friends. As far as I'm concerned, we're still strangers." Shortly after, whilst tripping for the umpteenth time in those past 15 minutes on what seemed to be a heavy metal clamp and the remains of a wooden track of sorts, she carried on, “Who on earth constructs these things all the way out here anyway? Either there was a time when this place didn’t have monsters, or this legendary builder had a massive can of monster repellent. Either way, he need to learn his secrets.”

Mid rant, the troupe happened across a ghost like shadow of a man. It even took Macey a few moments to realise he was calling for help.
"try to not interfere with things around here... I hope you'll not try to save every person that you hear screaming and dying in the dark..." Those words of warning rang back in her mind, just as she was about to reach out for the guy. She felt her heart break - before, back in the normal world, she would have helped a man like this in need in a heartbeat. Now, even people who were on the brink of death and desperately in need of help seemed to be a threat. It seemed like everything here happened for a cold and just reason - what if this man was just another child eater?

“What happened to you?” Macey asked coldly, making sure she was further than an arm’s length away to distance herself from him.

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"I don't have a leash but I will follow you anyway"

This line was just brilliant, lmao.

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@KitsuneFun? I think poor Macey's been scarred for life!

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Still dark. No sign of daybreak at all… even after so many hours. Is there such thing as a Sun in this universe?

Macey whipped around just in time to catch the colourful sight of Monkey Kid running out of the temple after her. His vibrant attire seemed so out of place in the dark atmosphere, and she wondered just how on earth someone like that ended up here. Well, the same way that I got here, presumably.

“There you are! What was it now we were looking for… Yes, hunters.” Macey flashed him a well-rehearsed smile – probably the first time she’d smiled today, but fell a little short of looking completely genuine. “There’s one of them in particular I think you’ll get along with. He’s a lively sort of character, and I think you two will get on like a house on fire.”

Not specifying whether Macey really wanted the Monkey Kid to make new friends, or rather she’d just wanted to offload him from her hands as soon as possible, she gave a quick glance around the square – Leo the bird man was still there, along with…. Jenniver, was it? She was definitely one of the Hunters in the church, when they all arrived at the start of the night. They were in conversation with an important looking sort, and Macey couldn’t tell whether he was a villager or not. And here’s me thinking that the Priest was the one who held the most power around here… I really should learn some patience.
“Well. The one I’m thinking of isn’t here at the moment.” Macey continued, racking her brain for the name of the hunter Jenniver was in conversation with. “Well, I suppose those two out there aren’t half bad. The bird man out there, I think you’ll find quite inter – Hey, Tatsumi!”

He was pretty much being dragged along by a girl around half his height, and at the same time he looked deep in thought. “Well, no. We aren’t friends,” She said, addressing the girl first. For a moment, her eyes were locked with the girl’s in a sea of violet. “But we do know of each other. Tatsumi, Monkey boy. Monkey boy, Tatsumi. And hello there, Maribel. Have you recently been adopted by our enthusiastic hunter here? You've got your hands together like father and daughter!” Macey carefully studied the girl’s appearance, unsure whether to prod her with more questions. Then she remembered her decision to take a slower pace whilst investigating this city, then turned to Tatsumi.
“I’m Macey James. I’ve lost my cool a few times tonight already, but at least there’s a silver lining in it all. Best not to get so hung up on the past, since it’s only the future that matters. Not that there seems to be much of a future here – but still, we’ll create one if we have to.”

Just at that moment, Jenniver walked over to the four of them with an elegant air about her – and a strange dialect to match. “A… job?” Macey gave the Mayor a hard stare to decide whether he could be trusted or not. The answer was ‘no’, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity to go outside the walls. She’d rather not go with such a large group of people who were essentially strangers, but there was safety in numbers. “We don’t even have money to buy a meal right now, so we should probably take this up. Who knows? Maybe we’ll hunt a giant chicken that we can put on a spit roast later.”

Ah, that white haired brute has arrived too Macey noted, remembering the fist fighter from the earlier scrawl. She had no idea that he had gone on a small “adventure” with the hooded fighter, so his next words were a complete shock. Not quite as shocking as seeing a half-naked villager wailing obscenities while running out of the inn, and the fox woman emerging from the inn’s entrance not a heartbeat later. Macey only prayed that she would never have to learn of whatever happened inside that house, and vowed never to enter the inn during her stay here.

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@TheWindel

I thought his name was Takumi this entire time... lmao

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@TheWindel I'd love to :P

Time to tear down the system! (Or be slammed to the ground by the power of the Absolute. You know... whichever comes first)

In Hunting Beasts and Nightmares

Macey felt her ears twitch underneath her hair – she was about to come up with a retort, but made a mental U-turn in the last moment.

“I do apologise. Really. I’ve just been a little restless for the past few months and now that I’m awake and running again… I didn’t want to believe I’d awoken in a world with absolutely nothing to do. But enough on that, you won’t regret taking me with you.” She kept up pace with Leo enthusiastically, but almost collided head first with the tall drunken uh… digger? Sewage cleaner? Seriously, how does a man get so much mud coated on his person?

“I’m not a villager!” She managed to protest through gritted teeth, desperately trying not to breathe in the dirt-collector’s stench. Eventually failing in this task, and bringing up her hand to cover her mouth, she managed to catch a stray lock of hair in her fingers and Macey caught a glimpse of it for the first time. In this atmosphere, her hair appeared to be a strange charcoal grey, and even her skin colour looked slightly murky. “Oh. Oh that. Yeah that’s… that’s kind of like the villager’s isn’t it… I should probably dye my hair red or something.”

She took a good few steps back, not wanting to be anywhere near the strange mud sniffer in case he suddenly vomited. That was about the time when Leo brought out a delicate little vial – and the man was knocked out flat. …Rohypnol? What kind of man keeps that sort of thing on him?
Supressing her sense of worry for the dust eater (and a strange sense of satisfaction, now that he was nowhere near her) Macey turned heel and followed Leo back to the town square. And, back to square one she thought. Except, square one with dog men and… wait, aren’t those the same people from earlier? Was Macey supposed to be fighting alongside them?

“Leo, these people came here the same time I did, today. Not the dogs, I haven’t a clue where they came from. But the others and I, we’re the ones that started in the church.” She’d learnt by now to stay well away from any sort of glass or metal object Leo produced, so Macey stood well clear of the fight scene before Leo even threw it - she was only half surprised when a choking lime coloured smoke emerged. Just where on earth does he get the materials to make this stuff anyway?

A white haired male approached Leo, making a wide arc to avoid the smoke – but Macey was much more interested at studying the smoke, wondering if any of the beasts had survived. Well, one almost did, before a being like a shadow weaved its way through the smoke to assassinate it – and like a shadow, it was gone again, blending in perfectly with the alleyways of the city.

“Yeah. He’s important. We should probably follow him and check that ou-”
“Heretic!”

Macey turned her attention to a dishevelled looking woman, and for a moment lost all memory of the shadowy stranger. Well, that was probably the woman who all the fuss was over in the first place. Turns out she wasn’t such a saint after all.

Realising what the woman was about to do as she approached the well, Macey ran after her to stop her. But she was too late – she fell anyway. “You should have lived, so that you can walk past the graves your children every single day, and that their ghosts will haunt you at every hour!” Macey hissed. “That should have been payments for your sins.”

Still rather uninterested in the white haired fighter (or for that matter, anyone else in the square,) she turned back to Leo saying “Should have left her for the hounds, maybe they’d bring her true justice. I’ll be back in a while - don’t disappear, you still have a debt to pay. No, wait, scrap that. Do whatever you want. I’m going to find that dirt brained priest who expects us to protect this town, and rip him apart. If he thinks I’m lifting a finger to protect people like that, then he’s in for a surprise.” And with that, Macey stormed off in the direction of the temple. Back to square one - for real, this time.