Creed of Blood
____________________ Hollow's Application *WARNING!* **This Application contains sensative topics of mental abuse, traumatic instances, and dissociation. Read with caution.**
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Take my car, paint it black
Your eyes open. A curious sight for sore eyes awaits you. Or so you'd hoped. The trees are gray, dead, it seems. Leaves, fallen or attatched, are nowhere in sight. But perhaps the worst thing would be the crimson stickyness pooling around your paws. your body. every part of you is covered-- drenched-- in blood. You hadnt expected this. What.. what had happened? black snow was falling around you- wait, not snow. ashes. Ashes were falling. the grass was dead, the sky was a horrible shade of gray. What.. what was happening? you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. You try to move but you cant. you're paralized. you have to blink, but it seems you cant. All you can do is flick your eyes around, desperate for someone- something- to see you. So you're not alone. So you had at least the faintest idea of what was happening.
Your wish is granted.
A soft humming. A noise you feel almost too relieved to hear. It's a cat, it seems. like you. Bicolor dark gray, like a shadow of something unseen. Brown eyes are curious, paws bloodstained. Wait.. bloodstained. "Hello there. I bet you wonder qhere you are and what youre doing here." they say. You can just only look up desperately. "It's a dream. I'm nothing more than a figment of your imagination. I.. am you, it seems." What? What is she talking about? What the hell are they going on about? You just wanted to get away. "You're young. Weren't we all young.. once? Some of us are just stronger than others, it seems. Some of us are just.. hungrier." Something about her tone makes the blood drain from your face.
No, no no, no. Nuh-uh. The cat inspects you, then looks at their paws, seemingly amused by the stains of blood she had inflicted."I suppose i did this, then. I suppose I'm hungrier than you. Stronger. We used to be weak, you know that? The only difference is you still are. I am you, and you are me. You're the good apple, I'm the bad poison one. But the poison.. it tastes good. It's not all venom. It makes you feel alive." She looks down as though expecting you to reply. But you cant move, so you just stare up in fright. "You never feels as alive as when there's blood. I don't know why.. but its true. Danger, bloodlust.. it's like we're all secretlyl hoping for it. I don't understand that anymore than you do. But you're the victim, and im the killer. I have no alibi, but I don't need one." A nonchalant shrug as she looks around. "Because a good killer never gets caught."
Take my arm, break it in half
Your eyes open, and you’re clearly Shaken up from your dream with this outsider. Who were they? What was she doing here? It was a scary thought, thinking about them in general. What you didn’t rxpect
Major wip
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Goldfish Is one of Riverclan’s Lionhearts!
She is Open to Apprentice Training and Plot ideas!
isla, Alec, Bean, phantom, Morrigan, Dolomedes, Marigoldwhisper, and iliri all reside in here. They will never escape :>
Staff Sign?
ARIES When you're back into a corner, do you run or do you fight?
I'm fighting for a day I can run out of here alive.
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Trigger warning: Animal cruelty (suggestive)
Welcome to the Depths of Hell
I've been in here forever. What do they call it, I don't know and I don't care. I've lost track of time. These furless upwalkers has been dragging us in here for star knows how long. And every second day, they come check up on me. To see if I'm still trapped in their little schemes. Every moon, continuously, they send out fresh kits as house pets. I'm beginning to wonder where they've been stealing them from.
They're trying to catch me, and I won't let them. I bite them hard and they've thrown me to the side. Perhaps if I fight harder, they'll throw me out of this sunless place.
They didn't throw me out. It hurts being in trapped in here doing nothing and I want out. Out. Out. Out!
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Air From Above
I'm out. I'm out, I'm so out! Thank the stars, the sun, the moon for Lux. She got us out of that rotten place, fighting tooth and claw for everything we had left. Each other. And we ran, ran far as we can go and then finally, I could finally feel the sun on my pelt. Everything is warm here and I'm never going back to that sunless place ever again.
Lux had decided to call me Aries. I don't know what that means, but if that is what Lux chooses, that's who I am. Aries.
It's lovely being with her. Out here, living as normal as we could. Everyday is like a dream, and I wish it never end. And I wish to stay by her side forever. My savior, my stars.
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River of Styx
The upwalkers are back. They are tearing down this place. Why? They've abandoned it, and now they want it back? Just to tear it apart? I hissed and growl, dragging my claws along their legs. It was no use. Lux said we should go, but I wanted to stay and fight for my home. That was my home you destroy! My home! Everything we've worked for last few seasons were gone. Just like that. Gone.
I followed Lux to another place, another upwalker's abandoned home. There's no choice, there's nothing but upwalkers on this side of the world and I hate it. We've slept tired only awaken to the cries of some cat and smell of smoke.
Fire.
I watched Lux charge in to find and save the other cat. That was stupid. So damn stupid. But it's Lux after all, it's who she is. Saving cats left, right, and center. I wanted to go with her, but she had told me wait for her outside. She was firm on it, and I listened. It's okay, I was good at waiting. So I did. But no one came.
There I sat, at the place where Lux had disappeared. Where was she? Did she make it out? If she did, did she not come to find me like she promised? My heart hurts at the chance she's gone. I stayed by the burnt up den for days, lying to myself, that she'll come back to me. She did not, and I...I'm alone in this world again. My star disappeared from me and from the skies above.
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The Sorrow Follows
It hurts again even as I'm outside where the air is fresh. I just can't feel it anymore, and it all feels numb but my heart still aches. I don't even know how I managed to go on this long. I long to be with Lux, but I've fought too much to just give it all up. I walked and walked and walked until I stumbled upon this forest. My Stars, you would've liked it here. I wish we could've come here together. I wish...
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They Called Themselves a Clan
I told myself to forget. Forget and start over. And that's what I did. At least tried to. I'll try to live the life Lux would've wanted. Helping cats, here and there. Perhaps she'd be proud of me. I hope she is.
I've met this clan thing in the forest. They're...on edge. I supposed one would be if someone they've never met stumbled upon their home. There they had called their leader...Bumblestar. Tsk. The only star I would address in my life is Lux. But remember Aries, you choose to let it go.
I live here with them now. Surrounded by cats that worked like a family. It was probably something Lux would've liked. The only family I needed was Lux. I help out here and there, sure, but I'll never place my trust in them. There's no trust left to share.
Perhaps, if I tried hard enough. I can really start over. These cats had their fair share of hardship. I supposed if they can rebuild themselves, I can to.
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Summary
Aries and Lux escaped a breeder, designed to create specific variations of kittens for sale. Together, as partners, they stay out in the streets and lived in an abandoned garage before humans came to demolish it. After running away, Lux got caught in a fire and never came back. Aries was left walking a path of solitude by herself before stumbling upon the clans. She'll make attempts to settle down and help the clan in ways Lux would've.
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Notes
If Aries doesn't get chosen for this plot, I would still like to use her. After writing her backstory for a bit, I've come to love her character. She'll continue to explore the world as planned.
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Extras
- Aries is 36 moons of age
- Aries will think about Lux from time to time. And if she ever see a diluted calico cat, she'll stop in her tracks
- She'll find integrating clan life hard, but she does it anyways
- She has a sharp tongue, very snarky when it comes to speaking
- Her tone to some cats may be flirty in a joking way, just to cover up her pain
- Unless she finds someone to settle down with, Aries may not stay forever. She'll stay for the plot and post-plot. But when it dies down completely, Aries may choose to find her own adventures elsewhere.
Will be on hiatus till the 26th-27th. If there's any updates in this thread, I may not know till then unless I have to check.
if you please, people, come along. i'll tell you about one who sings no song.
it comes from far, doesn't come from nearby. it is quiet. it speaks when it wants - not often.
if you are kind, sweet like honey, it has many stories of strange things from far away to tell you.
but if you are rude, sharp like a stinging bee? you'll get insults flying at you.
it is a silvery grey cat, white specks all over its body like someone flicked white paint on its fur. grass green eyes. sharp claws. and a sharp tongue if it really needs it. but it doesn't like using it. it's almost like it's afraid to talk.
it's never heard of the clans, it would look at you confused if you asked it.
it's heard of groups living around but never anything of the clans.
it's travelled alone for a long while.
it would like to join a big group forever, it's been searching for a home.
maybe this could be it?
well, it lives nowhere. passing by.
always walking ahead.
no friends they can keep, no enemies to fight long enough.
nobody in its life around it.
maybe you'd give it a chance? a chance to feel special and together. a chance to feel like it's helping anyone but itself for once.
it's ever alone.... walking on this path it's making, wishing upon the stars, waiting for a star storm to end the endless padding along, lonely.
you should remember this cat, for this is
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like the stars and moon it watches so carefully at night - the things it trusts the most to take it anywhere.
maybe it will always trust them if this is the place for it?
or maybe it'll have to keep moving on, forever.
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Re: A Friend From Strange Lands
A ThunderClan apprentice has strayed a little bit too far from the path they should have taken on their patrol, they have gotten so lost in fact that they ended up with their paws near the massive row of twolegs nests near the border. They are about to turn back (They have no bussiness to do there, and they dont want the disgusting smell of the monsters that lived there sticking into their pelt) but before they have a chance to, a strange smell catches their attention. They sniff the air a bit to identify the scent: Its a cat, a she-cat, to be precise, and she didnt smell like she was a kittypet... At least not anymore, the scent of twoleg food on her pelt was so faint one could barely tell it was there.
The apprentice turned around and tracked the scent, just in case it could be something worth reporting back to camp, and sure enough, not very far away the young cat found a large muscular she-cat wandering between the twoleg nests, briefly stopping at each one and sniffing them before continuing on her path. The cat was odly muscular for a kittypet, being larger than most warriors the apprentice had ever seen, and her thick tortoishell black and ginger fur make her look even bigger. To the apprentices surprise, the she-cat beared a surprising amount of scars, one cutting straight through her throat and many decorating her face and ears, though all of them looked really faint and well healed, so she provably gained them in her youth.
The large she-cat turned to the apprentice, sinking her bright amber eyes at them before sniffing the air to identify them. Once she realiced the apprentice was a clan cat, she slowly walked towards them, sniffing one last twoleg nest before speaking to the young cat.
"Hello"The she cat meowed, her voice deep and tired, like she had been walking without rest for moons "You are a clan cat, right?" the apprentice was put off by the sudden question, but ended up confirming that they belongued to Thunderclan.
"Good" She continued "Has any kittypet joined your clan recently? Maybe a black and ginger cat, like me?" The apprentice shook their head, they hadnt heard of anyone who fit that description join Thunderclan.The she-cat sighed at the negative and, without bothering to say goodbye, continued walking along the path in front of the twoleg nests. She only stopped becouse the apprentice got in her way and asked why she wanted to know that. The she-cat grumbled, annoyed by the apprentices curiosity, but ended up sitting down in front of them to talk, wanting her mustles to rest a bit before continuing.
"Im looking for one my daughter. Crispy was her name, though provably someone has changed it by now...."The older cat sighed "They took her from me when she was more or less your age, about seven moons. My housefolk gave her away to another pair of twolegs. I went out to look for her, but the twoleg den she was suposed to be in was completely empty except for some bugs and the linguering scent of my Crispy. I've been looking for her since then, inspecting every twoleg nest, seeing if any had found her and decided to take care of her... But as you can see, there hasnt been any luck... Knowing my kit though, she provably wouldnt let herself be adopted willingly, such and adventurous little cat... If it was her choice, she would have provably joined a clan, so thats why I asked you if there had been any new arrivals to your clan recently, maybe she had made her way there somehow..." The young cat listened to the she-cats story and athempted to confort her after, and even if it didnt quite work, the old cat seemed to apreciate it somewhat.
After a couple of seconds, the apprentice suggested that maybe it would be easier for her to continue her search if she joined a clan, that way she would be able to check if her daughter had joined any other clan at the gatherings and she would have a whole clan worths of cats to help her out.
"...Yes, I do guess that could help..." She responded. "But im willing to bet your superiors wont let any old random loner to join just becouse they asked very nicely" The apprentice shrugged, that was true, but maybe Bumblestar would make an exception and let the cat join! The old she-cat sighed and nodded. "Alright, that does sound like a good idea, Not like I have anything left to loose anyway...Hope that you know what you are doing." The pair then turned back and headed towards Thunderclan camp.
"And by the way, you can call me Burn, pipsqueak, if this goes well you and me are going to see eatchother quite often."
(WOW I didnt though this would get so long lol. Thank you for your patience! The apprentice that met Burn is purely a placeholder, it could be any cat, and her introduction doesnt have to be exactly like this. Also, extra context! Her daughter Crispy is currently trying to join ShadowClan and has no idea her mother is looking for her. Again, thank you for reading and good luck to all the participants!)
Please know that this is general and some posts may come early or late!
leopard. trampled this place with cats | Rat(e)piales launches rats onto this sig |
Rose side-eyed the cats and rats. Was she here because her name was Kat? | oakcrane graffitis "oakcrane wuz here" everywhere | pinto bean tells a hampter to walk all over your keyboard | Myling un-un-un-unevaporates here, sees the cats and rats, unmanifests, snatches some birbs, reappears and adds them to the pile | Snowheart promptly dumps a huge pile of snow on top of the cats, rats, hampters, and birbs. (and everything else), but they survive |
You seem to have wandered a little closer to the Twolegplace than you originally intended, perhaps searching for prey? Tracking an enemy? While you try to recollect yourself, you find yourself being approached by a mostly white cat with an orange stump for a tail and an orange mark on it's hear. "Oh, hey there! I've never seen you around here before, my name is Max!" The cat greets in a friendly voice. Now that he's closer, you see his pelt is in disarray and you can see his ribs. He wears no collar, but he certainly seems like a kittypet who's strayed too far from his Twolegs.
"Sorry the place is such a mess, things haven't been the same since the fire." He seemed to a little bashful now, and you notice he's glancing over his shoulder at the ruins behind him. "Oh! You must be forest cats that I've heard of, that live together in groups called...uh...clans! That's right!" He seemed much more chipper now, though you're still unsure of what to make of him. With no tail to indicate how he's feeling, you have only his eyes and expression to gauge that he's actually rather happy to see you and not scared at all. This peeks your interest a little, so you decide to hear him out instead of just leaving.
He lifted a paw and waved it to indicate the ruined garden behind him. "It's not much, but this is where I live!" You kind of heard what he was saying, but you were more distracted by his extra set of toes! Mortified, you couldn't help but stare and he couldn't help but notice. "Oh, this?" He let out a mrrow of laughter. "I just have extra claws. I was born that way! Pretty helpful for escaping my housefolks den whenever I wanted or grabbing things." He meowed proudly.
You quickly tried to gather your thoughts, and decide to ask about his...er...living conditions. "Oh? Why am I still here when the place is in ruins? Well...I escaped the fire but my housefolk still haven't come home." He mewed sadly. "I wasn't sure what to do...I hang around here and try my best to hunt like I hear the clan cats do but...well I'm not really a great hunter." He added an awkward chuckle at that, which makes you kind of snort. There was no need to state the obvious.
"A-Anyway, I'm sure you're not here for that. Is there something that brought here specifically? Anything I can help you with?" He looked eager, but physically he looked so worn out. How could he possibly be of assistance to the clan?
Max is a long-furred white manx cat with an orange tail and an orange spot on his head. He has bright, eager yellow eyes. He lacks the plumpness of a typical kittypet, even before the fire he kept himself in shape and lean. Now he tries to keep himself in shape, but it's a lot more difficult when living on your own.
Positive
+eager to learn
+generous
+naturally curious
+generous
+social
+optimistic
+flexible
+cooperative
+impartial
+quick to make amends
+natural climber
Negative
-naïve
-born and raised as a kittypet
-has never been in a fight
-limited knowledge on hunting
-unassuming
-sometimes might say the wrong thing without realizing it
Max has always loved hearing stories about the clans. There has always been a part of him that has yearned to meet clan cats, and maybe even join a clan? He's not so naïve as to think that having "adventures" in the wild are all fun and games. He understands the dangers of living in the wild, especially since the fire in Twolegplace.
Well as you've seen, I realize you're not exactly looking for a kittypet persay but since the fire Max has been living on his own as a loner. He may not be an extraordinary hunter, but he's taught himself enough to be able to get by and survive. He's been on his own for a while now, so at this point he'd be all too willing to assist the clans and eventually join them. At this point, he would be beginning to lose hope of his Twolegs ever coming back, which will make him feel like they abandoned him and he can't trust them anymore for anything.
If a clan patrol were to run into him, I imagine the exchange would go something like the above scenario. It wouldn't take much for him to agree to help them with their mission. Perhaps if it's needed for him to live outside the clans as a loner for longer, his ruined home would be his homebase and the warriors can impart some hunting knowledge upon him in exchange for his help? This would only serve to concrete his loyalty to them and would be unnecessary.
Obviously he's not a seasoned loner or rogue nor does he have much personal experience with the clans, but that makes him moldable to clanlife. He is a little on the naïve side, but if instructed on what to look for he adapts well. His being a polydactyl cat can also come in handy for missions, tree climbing, and patrols! He much prefers living with others, I think he'd grow to love living in a clan like the ones he grew up idolizing!
Re: A Friend From Strange Lands
