Another head Hangs Lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the Violence caused such Silence Who are We Mistaken? Bayberry "It's all in your head. It's only in your head.
Wake.
Up."
Act One
It must be fake. But the light is all too real. Shining in
your eyes. The stars dance in your vision. You're alone,
alone, alone. Who cares? Who freaking cares anymore?
Nobody will miss you when you die. Nobody missed your
life anyway. Since when did anyone care about you?
Open your eyes.
No. No, no, no. You won't. You want to die. Why are you
still alive? Why won't they just kill you already? Why won't
they let you die here, let you die here alone? Nothing matters
anymore. Nobody matters. You just want to die. Just let you
die and you'll be happy. Then you can be at peace. Finally, finally
at peace. There is nothing for you here anymore. You don't want to
live any longer. You just want to die in peace. Is that so bad?
Open your eyes.
No. No, stop it! No. Never. You won't do it. You want to die. What
is keeping you here? Why do they even care If you live or die?
Why, why, why? Then everyone could be at peace. You could atone
for your sins. Atone for the destruction. Atone for being born at all.
Open your eyes.
No. Go away. Let you die in peace. Let you die in the first place.
Open your eyes.
Never. You won't open them. Who was even talking? Why were
they talking to you? You didn't matter. All you wanted was eternal
peace.
There is no peace.
Only
Eternal
Death.
Act Two
If the world is so empty,Why
is the loudest noise no noise at all? Why is the
emptiness inside in your heart, instead of in the
trees, nestled in them like baby birds? The torture
of helping every passing child wore on her. Wore on
you. the one inside is you, the one outside is her. A
scarred, tart Molly. But inside was different. Inside was
a raging hurricane. A storm of thoughts and emotions
and doubts and feelings surging up in your throat and
choking you. No. Choking her. The outside was what you
wished the inside was like. Tart, sarcastic, confident, and
proud. Nothing like the storm inside. If only it were.
Do you hear it?
You hear nothing. There is no sound. There is no inside.
The storm has stopped. The storm has calmed. The inside
had become the outside. You and her were one. Joined together
in body and soul, in blood and mentality. Finally, you were no
longer split. You heard it. You knew what it was. You hear it.
You know what it is.
The Sound of Silence haunts you.
How would it haunt you? You've finally become one. the relief
was magnifacent. You couldn't ask for more. There is no mixed
up oddities in your mind any longer. You are one. You have become
who you were born to be. The raging storm is gone. Mira has passed.
Now you are Bayberry. That is all that matters. The haunting of what
feels like a past life has subsided. This is you now. This is hope, this
is what dreams feel like. Free. That is you forever desire. So now you
are truly you. Truly who you want to be. The ties strangling your throat
are faded, stringing at the back of your mind with tattered shreds
fluttering to your heart on occasion.
There is no peace. You are not who
you believe. All that remains is eternal
death.
Act 3
You're Accustomed to being this new cat, Bayberry. A you, but different.
You no longer feel conflicted. That is you, and only you. The Mira inside?
You treat it like it never even existed. The hurricane tries to return, but a
fierce barrier of clouds ricochets the fierce gusts and devastating rains that
try to chase away reality. But now you're a forest dweller, stalking beneath
the branches, free at last from the jaws of Mira clamping on your throat,
free from the ties that told you who you are and what you were. The forests
freed you. Or at least, the thorns, sharp as canines, freed you. The ties to
your previous life are ruined. That is what you wanted. After all, to be
abandoned is all it takes to change your mind about the life you'd had. all
you were now a lonesome creature, like a spirit of a forest alive with
crickets.
You haven't changed.
No, the whispers must stop. The whispers must fade. You're not Mira. Not
anymore. Mira was weak and puny. All that matters is that the Mira inside
is dead. Now, all that remains is Bayberry. You've accustomed to calling the
fearsome spirit of your heart that name; Bayberry. Tart and truthful. You liked
Bayberry. You very much preferred her over the Mira who begged the spirit
of death to take her that night. The Night. You were accustomed to the spirit
of death lurking around the corner. Now, yo was a spirit of the forest. The
only difference was you were alive, a spirit wily like a fox and quick like a deer.
You see the spirit of death only as an equal, not as a rival. You faced it every
moment, taunting and teasing it. Not even death could frighten you anymore,
not when you'd been so close to it. No. Mira had been so close to it. You were
not Mira. Mira was dead. Only the Forest Spirit Remains.
The Forest Spirit is Dead. Only
Mira Remains.
Lies! The whispers hadn't faded like you'd wanted. The whispers always
lurked, waiting for the perfect moment. The keepers of Death's spirit toyed
with your mind, breaking you. Scaring you. There was nothing for the Spirit
of Death or his minions here. You were very much alive, very much free. You
had taught yourself the ways of the forest, forever alone, forever free from
Mira. If only the whispers fluttered off like a moth in the wind. If only they
would leave you alone, stop returning in your dreams. You heard them in the
trees as the leaves danced in the breeze.
Mira, Mira. Mira is alive.
But Mira was very much dead. You want the whispers to stop toying with the
wind, stop corrupting it like it tried to do with her mind. She was different now.
Freer, fiercer, prouder. Not begging like Mira. There is nothing left of Mira.
She is only a nightmare there to taunt you in your dreams, to haunt your
mind by playing with tricks of the light and murmuring her name in the breeze.
Mira can't hurt you. Mira was weak and miserable. Bayberry wasn't. Isn't.
Bayberry is new. She has come alive after being dormant for so, so long.
How could you have missed her callings from the outside world, her teasing
from the garden? Begging you, pleading you, to join her in her world. To
become her. To become the spirit of the forest.
Mira is here, Mira is here.
Stupid wind. You ignore Mira's taunts and teases as she toys with the wind,
trying so desperately to replace Bayberry. No. You are Bayberry. Bayberry
is undaunted by Mira's constant desire to hop into her life, and by any danger
she faces. You have become fearless, proud, loyal, and eager. You have become
who you were born to be.
Death to the Forest Spirit
It's reign is over. None of the spirit
remains. The Eternal haunting has
taken it. You will never
ever
be free.
Act 4
WIP
Act 5
WIP
You can't kill me.
The Eternal Death is gone.
Only peace will Remain.
About Bayberry
Okay, so before I get into all the "About Bayberry" Stuff, I want to cover what is above. In act One, you see Bayberry (Or Mira at the Time) Begging to die. In this act, she has been abandoned by her Twolegs and is alone on the side of the road in the rain, which is why you'll see her referring to Hurricane Mira throughout the rest of the acts: She combines her abandonment in a storm with her former name as a way to represent her time as a Kittypet, which she despises. In act Two, Bayberry has just changed her name and arrived in the forest. She is utterly alone, and the whispers of her past life haunt her. The whispers at the end say "There is No peace only eternal death" Because she is constantly reminded of her past life, and her puniness. She is very desperate to prove herself to none other than her own self. In Act Three, Bayberry has become accustomed to Forest Life, yet constant reminders are always there. As a form of figurative language to describe her achievement of teaching herself everything she knows, the proud loner calls herself The Spirit of The Forest. When she nearly died on the side of the road was when the little voice in the back of her head (Basically her doubts) Started to pipe up. She refers to her doubts as the Spirit of Death.
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❝ Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dream of
Once in a lullaby, oh
Somewhere over the rainbow ❞
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table of contents ♡‧₊˚
꒰ ♥ section one ୧ ‧₊˚♡ about me
꒰ ♥ section two ୧ ‧₊˚♡ about WoodpeckerSpeckle
꒰ ♥ section three ୧ ‧₊˚♡ backstory
꒰ ♥ section four ୧ ‧₊˚♡ dynamic
╰⎯ ⎯⎯ ⎯⎯ ⎯ ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧ ⎯ ⎯⎯ ⎯⎯ ⎯╯
❝ Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dream of
Dreams really do come true-ooh-ooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ❞
୧ ‧₊˚♡ about the roleplayer ♡ ´ˎ˗
‧₊˚♡ question i. ⸝⸝ why do you want the role ♡ ´ˎ˗
☾ I’ve been wanting to make a character for this finder since I saw it, luckily I realized I already had a character made for the love finder for DuskLion! I think if I was accepted to the role it'd give me some more motivation on WCO, In all honesty, I have replies from a month ago that I don't plan on responding to. ☄˚₊‧
‧₊˚♡ question ii. ⸝⸝ about myself! ♡ ´ˎ˗
☾ most people have seen me around WCO for a while I’ve been an active member for about six months, and have honestly fallen in love with the site and the people! Though I did have a rough spot not too long ago. ☄˚₊‧
‧₊˚♡ question iii. ⸝⸝ roleplaying experience ♡ ´ˎ˗
☾ When I first joined WCO I had been looking for active roleplaying sites as I was growing bored of writing books about my own OCs and one day I just so happened to stumble across WCO and joined quickly. I’ve roleplayed Warrior Cats for over 2 years now mainly over on Lioden or Wolvden. ☄˚₊‧
‧₊˚♡ question iv. ⸝⸝ How long do you usually keep characters for? ♡ ´ˎ
☾ I’ve only dropped 3 characters after I took a break, however, it was mainly because whilst I was gone most of the people who actively roleplayed with them either left the site or were no longer roleplaying. ☄˚₊‧
‧₊˚♡ question v. ⸝⸝ activity levels ♡ ´ˎ˗
☾ I try to be as active as possible between work and life, I’m mostly active on weekdays, from 8 am to 4 pm, instead of weekends. Well, that's not entirely true I'll still be active during weekends I just won't send out replies. ☄˚₊‧
❝ Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops that's where
You'll find me, oh
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly ❞
୧ ‧₊˚♡ about WoodpeckerSpeckle ♡ ´ˎ˗
☁︎ ‧₊˚question ix. ,, who is she ♡ ´ˎ˗
☾ WoodpeckerSpeckle is a cat with a personality that is both charming and complex. With her soft-spoken and gentle demeanor, she can easily put anyone at ease, but when she's feeling energetic, she can be quite lively and expressive. She believes in being true to herself and speaking her mind, which makes her an honest and straightforward individual. However, her tendency to exaggerate and be dramatic can sometimes be a bit much for others, but she is quick to realize when she needs to tone it down. On most occasions, WoodpeckerSpeckle is a happy cat, and her infectious joy can be felt by those around her. However, when she's feeling down, she can be quite intense and emotional. She wears her heart on her sleeve and isn't afraid to show her feelings, whether it's through tears or claws. When it comes to her physical appearance, WoodpeckerSpeckle is a very tall feline, measuring around 11-13 inches. She has long ears that tend to stand up or move when she's talking, which adds to her expressive nature. Her long muzzle gives her a regal look, and her mainly white base coat with brown, orange, and black accents gives her an eye-catching appearance. Recently, WoodpeckerSpeckle came out as a lesbian during her early warriorhood, which was a significant moment for her. She is proud of who she is and is not afraid to show it. [More coming in a VA soon] ☄˚₊‧
☁︎ ‧₊˚question xi. ,, detailed personality ♡ ´ˎ˗
☁︎ ‧₊positive traits
☾ I imagine WoodpeckerSpeckle would be protective over anyone she truly cared about, whether that means her clan or relatives. As for perverse she’d overreact at times, mainly if she was even in trouble or accused of anything by her clanmates. And for jealousy, if she were ever to see someone she truly cared about being too kind to another cat, and or preferring someone else over her she'd take action. ☄˚₊‧
☁︎ ‧₊˚neutral traits
☾ Regarding WoodpeckerSpeckle's neutral traits, she is often calm and collected in most situations, able to keep a level head and approach problems logically. She is also quite guileless, meaning that she is honest and straightforward in her interactions with others, never one to hide her true thoughts and emotions. Additionally, WoodpeckerSpeckle is obedient, often following the rules and guidelines set forth by her clan without question or complaint. However, this obedience can sometimes lead to her being taken advantage of by others who may have ulterior motives. ☄˚₊‧
☁︎ ‧₊˚negative traits
☾ About WoodpeckerSpeckle's negative traits, she can be quite naive at times, often believing the best in people and trusting them without query. This can sometimes lead to her being taken advantage of by others who may not have her best interests at heart. Additionally, WoodpeckerSpeckle can be meddlesome, involving herself in situations that do not concern her and often causing more harm than good. Her intentions may be pure, but her actions can sometimes lead to unintentional consequences. Lastly, WoodpeckerSpeckle is delicate, meaning that she can be easily hurt by the words or actions of others. Despite her tough shell, she is sensitive and emotional, and it doesn't take much to make her feel upset or hurt. ☄˚₊‧
☁︎ ‧₊˚basic description
☾ A tall she-cat with big ears followed by a big muzzle, she has a mainly white coat accompanied by orange, brown, and black. Her face is mainly black except for small parts of the right side of her face, followed by her two back legs and her tail. She has a spot of brown and black on the middle of her right front leg that then spreads down near her flank. She has orange spots throughout her body but mainly on her nose in a faint stripe. ☄˚₊‧
☁︎ ‧₊˚detailed description
☾ Meet WoodpeckerSpeckle, the most stunning cat you'll ever lay eyes on. She's got these big ears that complete her look like she's always listening, and her face is mostly black with a few patches of lighter fur on the right side. Her back legs and tail are also black, which adds to her overall symmetrical build. But what makes WoodpeckerSpeckle stand out is her coat. It's predominantly white, but there are patches of orange, brown, and black that are scattered throughout. And there's this one spot of brown and black on the middle of her right front leg that spreads down near her flank, which gives her a bit of character. And then there are her orange spots. They're all over her body, but the most apparent ones are on her nose in a faint stripe. They add a pop of color to her otherwise monochromatic appearance and make her look even more breathtaking. ☄˚₊‧
☁︎ ‧₊˚age
☾ She's roughly 23 moons old! ☄˚₊‧
❝ And the dream that you dare to
Oh why, oh why can't I? I
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops ❞
୧ ‧₊˚♡ backstory ♡ ´ˎ˗
⚠︎ violence, divorce, gore, trama ♡‧₊˚ ⸝⸝
☾ As a kit, WoodpeckerSpeckle had all the attention she could get, being the only one to survive out of her litter. Her parents, OtterKiss and DeadBite, were devoted to her and doted on her constantly. They would play with her, groom her, and bring her the best parts of their prey. WoodpeckerSpeckle was a happy kitten, and she loved spending time with her family.
She was especially close to her father, DeadBite, who was always there to protect her and teach her the ways of the clan. WoodpeckerKit would follow him around camp and try to learn everything she could from him. She was fascinated by his strength and agility, and she wanted to be just like him when she grew up.
However, WoodpeckerKit's happy life was shattered when she became an apprentice. Her uncle, who was also her mentor, was not kind to her. He would belittle her and make her feel like she wasn't good enough. WoodpeckerPaw was frustrated and angry, however, WoodpeckerPaw was a quick learner during her apprenticehood, mainly wanting to get it over with because she didn't like her mentor.
When her parents told her they were no longer going to be mates because DeadBite decided to start a new family with an outsider named Wolf. WoodpeckerPaw was heartbroken at the news. She felt like her entire world was falling apart. She was angry at her father for leaving them, and she was mad at her mother for not being able to keep him. WoodpeckerPaw struggled to come to terms with the fact that her family was breaking apart, and it made her feel like she had lost a part of herself. She felt betrayed by her parents, who had always been her role models.
Later that evening, WoodpeckerSpeckle and OtterKiss went for a walk by the river. The apprentice was still mad, very so very mad. The next thing she knew, her mother was in the river, the current taking her away. WoodpeckerSpeckle waved goodbye to her mother with a smirk as she turned and walked into camp to tell her sad story.
As an apprentice, WoodpeckerPaw tried her best to focus on her training and become a skilled warrior, but the memories of her family breaking apart and her mother's tragic death haunted her. She found it hard to trust others and often kept to herself, which made it difficult for her to make friends in her clan. Despite her struggles, she was determined to prove herself and make a name for herself in the clan.
When she finally became a warrior, WoodpeckerPaw was given a new name to honor her achievements and her strength. She was proud of herself and felt like she had finally found her place in the world. However, her past experiences had left a lasting impact on her personality. She was fiercely protective of those she cared about and would go to great lengths to keep them safe. She was also possessive of what she felt was hers, including her territory and her prey. This sometimes caused conflicts with other members of her clan, but she never backed down from a challenge.
Despite her tough exterior, WoodpeckerSpeckle had a soft spot for kits and would often spend time with them, telling them stories and sharing her knowledge about the clan. She saw herself in them and wanted to make sure they didn't have to go through the same struggles she did as an apprentice.☄˚₊‧
❝ High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me
Oh, somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to
Why, oh why can't I? I
Ooh-ooh-ooh ❞
‧₊˚♡ dynamic ♡ ´ˎ˗
☁︎ ‧₊˚ Plot idea/dynamic as told by Woody
☾ ' ' When I met LostSpark, I could see the confusion in her eyes. It was understandable, considering she had just been dragged into a dream. At first, I was quite defensive, as I am very loyal to my clan, and not a big fan of other clans. However, I realized that she was the ShadowClan medicine cat after a while, In all honesty, I hadn't been to many gatherings. As we started to talk more I realized she needed someone to talk to, someone to share her experiences with, and I decided to open up to her. I started by sharing stories and anecdotes from my life, hoping to make her feel more comfortable. I offered her advice and support whenever I could, but I knew that some parts of my past were too painful to relive. So, I mainly stuck to telling stories not involving my parents. LostSpark, on the other hand, was quite reluctant to share her own story at first. She had been through a lot, and I could see that even if she hadn't told me anything, she didn't trust me, or anyone else for that matter. However, as we talked more and more, she started to open up slowly, and I'd offer advice wherever I could. As we talked, I realized that we had a lot in common. We had both been through some tough times, but we had also had some wonderful experiences. I shared stories about my adventures as an early warrior and old apprentice and hunting with my clan, while LostSpark still seemed rather hesitant. Over time, LostSpark and I became close friends. We knew everything about each other, from the smallest details to the biggest secrets. I trusted LostSpark completely, and I valued her opinion more than anything else. As time went on, I started to realize that LostSpark was not just a friend but a kindred spirit. We had a deep connection that went beyond just sharing stories and experiences. I found myself confiding in her about things I had never told anyone else, and she did the same with me. We would spend hours talking about everything and nothing, and our conversations would often lead us down unexpected paths. LostSpark had a way of making me see things from a different perspective, and I loved her for that. As our friendship grew stronger, I knew that I wanted to do something special for her. So, I decided to take her on a walk, out of all of the clan's territories, it had been our first time talking in muzzle to muzzle.
LostSpark was hesitant, I mean I was too we could both probably get into a lot of trouble. And as we walked through the forest, I could see her starting to relax and enjoy herself. She even started to open up more about her own experiences, and I listened carefully, offering her support and advice whenever she would take it. ' '☄˚₊‧
☁︎ ‧₊˚ Roleplay illustration after Woody knows LostSpark's story
☾ WoodpeckerSpeckle sat there, listening intently to LostSpark's every word. She could see the pain and frustration in LostSpark's eyes, as well as her determination to set things right. It was evident that Smokekit's death had taken a toll on the entire family, and it was up to them to come together and heal. As LostSpark finished speaking, WoodpeckerSpeckle felt a sense of empathy and compassion for her. She knew that no words could ever make up for the loss of a loved one, but she wanted to offer whatever help she could. ' ' LostSpark, I'm so sorry for your loss,' ' she said, her voice soft and gentle. ' ' I can't even begin to imagine how much pain you must be feeling right now.' ' Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, WoodpeckerSpeckle continued, ' ' But I want you to know that you're not alone. Your family is here for you, and they'll do whatever it takes to help you through this difficult time.' ' She knew that her family wasn't perfect, and there were issues that needed to be addressed. But she also knew that blaming one person or incident wouldn't solve anything. ' ' It's important that we all take responsibility for our actions and our role in our own family's issues,' ' WoodpeckerSpeckle said, her voice firm but kind. ' ' We need to work together to make things right.' ' She looked at LostSpark with a sense of determination, willing her to believe that they could get through this together. As she finished speaking, WoodpeckerSpeckle took a deep breath, feeling a sense of hope wash over her. ' ' LostSpark, I don't know if you're the most suitable mother for your kits,' ' she said, ' ' but I do know that you care about your family. And that's what matters most.' ' She looked back at LostSpark, offering a small smile. ' ' You'll get through this.' '
❝ Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dream of
Once in a lullaby, oh
Somewhere over the rainbow ❞
[ @Rose , sorry if this doesn't make any sense it was very rushed!]
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Name: Caspian
Other names: Captain, Cap
Potential clan names for the future:
Gender: AMAB; male, he/him
Age: 22
Rank: Loner/Outsider
Appearance: Caspian is a cream colored Norwegian Forest/Bengal mix with medium length fur. He has a few spots of light ginger and grey scattered around his body.
Personality: Caspian is a determined and confident cat, easy going and overall isn't scared to speak his mind or hold his tongue. Not that he ever really learned how to, he has spent most of his life being the only cat he knows so he isn't the best at socializing or understanding social norms quite as well as other cats. He would get better after spending some time with Lostspark but overall wouldn't have much of a filter. While he is not anti-social he doesn't know how to socialize well because of previously mentioned faults. He is incredibly loyal to those who he cares about and isn't quick to forget what a cat does for him, be it positive or negative.
Current Name: Caspian
Other Names, if any: Captain, Cap
Age (in moons): 22
Gender: AMAB; Male, he/him
Sexual Orientation: Undecided
Creation Date: April 8, 2024
Residential Information
Current Affiliation/Clan: Oustider/loner
Former Affiliation/Clan, if any: Kittypet
Rank: N/A
Mentor(s): N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A
Interpersonal Connections
Father(s): I don't remember him in the slightest. I can remember blurred faces and sometimes certain scents bring on scenes that I cannot make out through memory haze but that's it. It's been awhile, I'm surprised that I remember anything at all.
Mother (s): Same. I can't remember her. Memories are hazy, it's been some time.
Sibling(s): I can remember how many I had, 3 brothers and 3 sisters, even down the middle if it weren't for me. I remember being teased for being the smallest of our bunch but I can't even remember the teases or their faces so I wouldn't really be able to pick them out of a crowd.
Offspring: N/A
Best Friend(s):
Lostspark: I really like her! She's my best friend! Well...actually, kind of my only friend right now. Life on the sea gets lonely when you are the only cat in the crew and when we stop I am never allowed to get off and see anything up close. She talks about land life a lot and sometimes I find myself dreaming of being in this clan and living life on land like she does. I don't know. Anyways, I like hearing her talk and I like being able to talk to her!
Friend(s):
N/A
Neutral:
N/A
Acquaintance(s):
N/A
Enemies:
N/A
Crush:
N/A
Significant Other:
N/A
Personality
Overview: Caspian is a determined and confident cat, easy going and overall isn't scared to speak his mind or hold his tongue. Not that he ever really learned how to, he has spent most of his life being the only cat he knows so he isn't the best at socializing or understanding social norms quite as well as other cats. He would get better after spending some time with Lostspark but overall wouldn't have much of a filter. While he is not anti-social he doesn't know how to socialize well because of previously mentioned faults. He is incredibly loyal to those who he cares about and isn't quick to forget what a cat does for him be it positive or negative.
Traits: Positives - Confident, brave, loyal
Neutrals - Curious, extroversion, calm
Negatives - Blunt, reckless, naive
Sociability: 9/10
Outlook: 8/10
Responsibility: 10/10
Cleanliness: 6/10
Generosity: 9/10
Manners: 5/10
Bravery: 8/10
More Logical or More Emotional?: I would say a mix but leaning towards emotional
Favorite Season: Green life
Favorite Food(s): Mice
Favorite Word: Captain
Favorite Sound: The ship rocking in the water
Greatest Hope: To one day have family and friends
Greatest Strength: His willingness and bravery
Greatest Weakness: His naive nature
Worst Nightmare: Drowning
Deepest Darkest Secret:
Most Treasured Memory: His time at the twoleg home
Quirk(s):
Theme Song(s):
Abandon Ship - Fin
Any Splatoon song tbh
Background
Place of Birth: Twoleg den
Date of Birth: April 8, 2022
Former rank(s): None
Beliefs: To be added
Physical Traits
Fur Color(s): Cream, light ginger, grey
Fur Texture: silky
Fur Length: medium
Markings: swirls and spotting
Eye Color: blue
Body Type/Structure: Muscular, lean for a norwegian forest cat; Wide ears; round eyes
Height: 16 inches ish
Weight: About 10 pounds
Voice: TBD
Gait: peppy? Like a bounce to his step
Scent: sea salt
Now then! Let's get right into all the details about this sea-faring kitty, shall we?
Overview!
More details of parts in VAs and if you have questions just ask!
Caspian's story starts out simple. He is born to two parents who care and love him dearly alongside his littermates of 3 brothers and 3 sisters. Truly, the only thing that he could think of as 'bad' when it came to his early kithood was always being teased for being the runt of the litter which wasn't that bad especially when he was one of the quickest of the litter. Though this part of his story was short lived as in only a moon later, before he could really keep true memories of his first family he was chosen by a twoleg boy. The boy was kind to him, named his Caspian, but yet again it seemed that the chapters in his story are quick and it was onto the next one.
The twoleg boy had been especially excited one day, taking time to clean Caspian's dirty fur and having the older twoleg woman tie a new pretty ribbon aorund his neck. Caspian was confused, what was the occasion for such things? He was answered when a new twoleg, a man came into the quiet little home that night. Caspian had been placed into a hat that the boy would wear, always causing him to stop playing chase with the feline when the too big thing would fall into his eyes. When he finally met this twoleg man it was face to face, Caspian sitting in the hat as the twoleg boy held it out to the man. Who smiled wide as he gently took Caspian into his hands. Petting the cat and the cat purred despite the roughness of the hands that held him, nothing like the soft, dirty hands of the boy and the woman never held him.
Caspian caught his name a few times when the twolegs spoke their language to eachother but he didn't give it much thought. He didn't mind this new twoleg joining the home. Though just a moon later, Caspian would realize that the new twoleg would stay and that Caspian was to go with him. The cat, who was getting awfully bored in his home didn't find that he minded the thought of a new adventure. Though, he didn't expect a new adventure to be so wet. Caspian soon found himself to be the newest crew member to a small sized merchant ship that held all sorts of odd and interesting things that Caspian was happy to investigate and keep the ship safe from in case of danger.
Sometimes he would find mice and other stowaways that he helped take care of for the crew during the day and slept happily under the brim of a pirate's hat during the nights by his twoleg's side. It was a long time of sailing, seeing new places from afar, and never getting to touch land but Caspian liked his life on the sea and didn't really mind the lack of interactions with other cats, or how sometimes he was so incredibly bored with only such a big ship to explore and check through.
That's when the dreams started to happen. To be honest, Caspian wasn't sure how many moons had passed since his first day on the ship, but he was sure that it had been some time as when he opened his eyes to see a world with grass beneath his paws and it felt like his first time feeling such a thing, that he knew it has been a long while. The cat that he met there, Lostspark, she called herself, was interesting. Odd, though what did he know, Lostspark was the first cat that he had interacted with for as long as he could remember and he cherishes everything she tells him of life on land.
VAs
Ay' It'll Be Like That On The Sea
When The Land Met The Sea
When The Lost Found a Spark (See Plot Ideas!)
Caspian wasn't sure what he thought about this new business. The ground beneath his paws was always moving and he constantly feels dizzy or like he is going to be sick, the water against the sides of the weird thing he was on was so loud he could hardly hear anything else, the spray was constantly making his fur wet which he normally wouldn't mind but with how overwhelming everything else is being right now it was really annoying. Though he tried to like this place, Caspian did, something told him that he was going to be here for a while regardless of what he liked or not. Ugh, the sickly cat groaned and dramatically flopped to his side where he was in the middle of one of the twoleg walk trails near one of the odd moving thing's walls, the water was right outside of it.
From behind him, Caspian could hardly make out the familiar sound of his person's chuckles and the approaching footsteps. He didn't move, not until he was forced when the twoleg picked him up and began to speak to Caspian in their unintelligible tongue. The feline glared as much as he could at the twoleg, physically showing his dislike of this new endeavor with the lashing of his tail tip. All the twoleg did was carry him inside of the nearby den and set him down on one of the shelves in there before plopping the familiar hat that Caspian was given to the man in was dropped on him.
The scents of the home that they had left washed over Caspian and it left him wondering why they left for a place as loud and confusing as this. Though with the way his twoleg stared at pictures with the twoleg boy and woman it was clear that he didn't fully want to be here as well. Maybe it was temporary and that Caspian and him had to do something out here before they could go home again. Yeah! That was it! He smiled and got to his paws, knocking the hat to the side as he dropped from the shelf and came to his twoleg. Purring loudly trying to make himself heard over the noise of the ship as he walked along the twoleg's legs.
Well, it seemed that his twoleg seemed to know what he was doing on the weird thing they were on. A ship, or at least that's the word that twolegs repeat around it like how they call their dens ‘houses’ hard words to say and to be honest understand but that was what his name felt like to him at first as well. Caspian would need to figure out what job he had to do on this ship so that they could go home to the other twolegs and off of this place.
It had been many, many, many moons since the day he had accepted that he was going to stay on this ship with his twoleg. While after that he had found a job for himself after one too many days of boredom dragging at his limbs and too many naps to pass the time. To check the new things that are often brought in and out of the main part of the ship. Or rather, the part where most twolegs tend to come in and out and in and out again. Caspian liked coming to it because there were often new things for him to see rather than the same old, same old. Also sometimes the twolegs would give him treats! Oh! That reminds him, he also taught himself how to catch the mice and other prey that sometimes got on the ship.
After bringing one to his twoleg, as the creature seemed to not know how to hunt at all, he had been patted and treats were given, it was when he realized that was likely his job! To hunt for the twolegs so they don’t starve on the ship. It was a big task for the little 7 moon old but he was more than ready for the responsibility! Maybe that’s why they called him ‘Captain’ instead of Caspian when he was out hunting, it was a special title for his job! Captain Caspian, that was his full name, member of a ship that was always on an adventure on the sea. Even if it didn;t really feel like an adventure at times. It seemed like the same thing everyday to be honest. But there were always mice to catch and new things to check for safety for his twolegs so he found himself doing that often as well as patrolling the ship for anything bad.
It was a calmer night, the water barely rocked the ship, and there was no hustling and bustling of the main ship that normally happened when it was docked like it was. Caspian was sitting on one of the ship’s outer walls, staring out at the land that was so close yet so far. It wasn’t like he wanted to be on land. He liked the ship and the sea, it was….he was just lonely sometimes, and when he looked out at the docks, the odd twoleg bridges there were other cats that he could see. He hasn’t met another cat, Caspian thought, but they never got close enough for conversation. Like mirages in the night, they were, Caspian had a hard time convincing himself they were real and not made up in his head at times.
It was bright, and shiny, thousands of yellow, blue, red, green lights shone from the twoleg dens that weren’t far away from the ship, where it swayed gently in the water. Most of the crew was out there in those dens, or at least that’s what Caspian thought they were going when the crew, including his twoleg, left the ship. They said their unintelligible words at him, the feline was only able to hear his name and title a few times along the words but it became clear that it was a ‘you’re not leaving. Caspian’. Or something of that sort as that was what they did. Leav him. Now Caspian was extra alone. But the land was right there, and he wouldn’t be alone drifting in the sea lost anymore. But then his twoleg would be upset with him, so he was supposed to stay. Maybe he was too keep the ship safe while all the twolegs were out. Yeah, that made sense.
“Captain Caspian, reporting in.” Though it was sadder than it normally was, Caspian’s own voice, and he wasn’t even sure why.
It started with a dream. Not the metaphorical, goal kind of dream, but rather it was a literal one. At least, that’s what Caspian assumed it was when he blinked open his eyes and got to his paws to see not the ship but the land all around him. With him standing in it. WIP WIP WIP
Plot Ideas!
Soooo this goes off of the want of having her dream walker friend one day join Shadowclan! You may be like, Dol, buddy, you are talking about a cat out at sea. How is he going to make it back to Maine for the clans. Well.....the ship docks and maine one day and that fateful day was the lucky one that Caspian left the ship. See the plot under this one for more info!
"After moons of walking and trying to understand land life, by the way, the world swayed rudely all the time and he wondered why Lostspark never mentioned that in their talks before, Caspian found himself luckier than he expected..."
So basically, after the hard decision to leave the ship, Caspian finds himself trying to navigate a world that he has never touched or interacted in before, only ever watched longing from far away. Through some luck and some hard luck trying to understand socializing and other cats and hunting not on a ship, Caspian one day wanders through more forest. Only to get rudely yelled at by some cats who he couldn't even understand for a moment. Untill he did and suddenly strength returned to his tired bones and he raced towards the cats. They called themselves Shadowclan! Shadowclan like the Shadowclan with Lostspark! He had to know! He wanted to meet his only friend in person!!
Caspian joins Shadowclan, or tries to, without Lostspark knowing and so when he gets brought back to camp he'll be like Lostspark! And at this point I feel like Lostspark has been trying to get him to kind of join or at least wanting him to but with the way that Caspian lived life before didn't think that that would happen and is shocked and cue Lostspark reaction!
Basically, fueling Caspian’s motivation to leave the ship. He kind of wants to leave at the start as seen in one of his VAs but he doesn’t really realize it. Or more so that he does but ignores it and pretends that he is alright doing the same things on the same ship for his whole life. I think he can pretend until he starts hearing about Lostspark and Shadowclan and how…not lonely it sounds and how it felt like he wouldn’t just be floating through life surviving but living life like he was supposed to.
Basically, some of their talks can include Lostspark’s time on land and it makes Caspian wish he was on land. Pretty simple but it would be interesting to see Lostspark’s reaction to hearing that Caspian doesn’t remember ever touching grass (lol) or interacting with another cat besides her and generally the things that Caspian doesn’t know about life (basically everything.) Maybe Lostspark can even be a bit concerned about his lifestyle which can help Caspian question more if it was as good as he was constantly trying to convince himself it was.
RP Examples
Caspian
| He/him | Loner | Moons 22 | No Purrks |
Caspian blinked open his eyes to see what was very clearly not the twoleg trail that he fell asleep on. He spooked and badly because this was a place that he has never been or seen before. Where was-? The Bengal moggy jumped to his paws and swept his blue eyes around desperately trying to recognize where he wa and more importantly where his twoleg was. Wip Wip Wip
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Quote:
Originally Posted by redshiftreign
TELL ME ONCE AGAIN. I COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE- ANYONE- ANYONE ELSE BEFORE YOU MADE THE CHOICE FOR ME.
THE WIND SPIRIT.
kitty softpaws.
silver tongue.
lyrebird's lullaby.
the collector.
20-something moons
intersex, tom aligned [any/all]
demi-romantic pan
loner
elusive and elegant, silksong thrives in mystery and intrigue. much a fan of a cleverly crafted word over claws and teeth, he enjoys the finer things of life like bathing in the moonlight or wading through cool tides. silksong has found that he exists somewhere in-between everything, really, with a penchant for getting his paws caught in clan problems. silk does not concern themself with the struggles of daily life, finding that they're quite content to live in each moment and enjoy what is offered. an adept hunter and stealthy tom, silksong is somewhat of a myth around the shadowclan borders for his elusive nature and grace. he has been, and likely will be again, mistaken for a ghost. they suppose it's because of how silksong carries themself with such lightfooted grace and elegance.
silksong is not a prince. nor a knight. nor anything inbetween. silksong is the wind. strong, untamed, and poised. toyhouse gallery
cw: death, manipulation.
silksong's memory began with a bang. in a thunderstorm. stumbling through the storm with his father and two older siblings. none any older than three moons, paws ruddied with mud as red as blood, tripping and slipping over wet grass and slick earth as their father nudged them frantically along. silksong was born into fear. thrived in it, and they adjusted accordingly. thunder, lightning, storm clouds and heavy rain drops.
running.
from what? to where?
the river, swollen and hungry. desperate, devouring, encompassing. running from something- someone. silk, ash, gold, and their father, wolfsharp. ash fell first, and silk remembers watching her lose her footing, tiny arms straining to hold onto the bank before the churning floodwater took her. wolfsharp grit his teeth, silk remembers, and swallowed hard but pushed forwards. for his kits. for the two that had a chance.
gold stumbled, but wolfsharp caught her. silk was shaking like a leaf, but they didn't really feel all that afraid. not that they can recall, anyway.
then, in a blur, they both go tumbling into the water spray. a streak of silver and orange-red, small but fierce. silk steps back, golden eyes wide and watches the scuffle, water splashing up and rolling down their thick fur, streaking the mud that had caked them to their chest.
blood, silk recalls. the way it mixed with the brackish torrent that was the river. the she-cat- their mother, silk recognized, wrenched herself and the ball of fur in her jaws out of the water.
guilt flashes, brief, as she checked gold for signs of life, but tiny lungs had filled with riverwater and a tiny body had the heat stolen from it, still and stiff like a corpse. silk wasn't sure what death was at the time, but how fast it could happen made them a little less afraid.
their mother's copper eyes turned to them, sharp and firey. she never liked silk. she had wanted daughters, not whatever he was. unfortunate, silk thought. unfortunate. they had learnt that cold apathy from her, he thought.
with the massacre complete, the grieving, fire-y she-cat took her last child in her jaws, and they left.
silk- given the name silksong (like a warrior, his mother- silvercry -had told him about how she had once been a proud riverclan warrior. how she had made the grave mistake of falling for that worthless father of his. another clan. another rule broken. he had tried to take her children from her. raise them as her enemy. he had fled far, too, but not far enough) never asked. never questioned his mother, because they had seen what happens to cats in her path.
they were content, regardless. silksong was always good at that. that sort of hard contentedness that came with having very little. they were good about that. being content.
silksong's mother passed a few short months ago, and it should have felt like freedom, finally. but it didn't. of course, it never would. silksong could not be so lucky. and their mother dearest, of course, stalked their dream on occasion to make sure her darling child behaved.
PLAYLIST.
The Calling - The Amazing Devil
"Back then, I was dauntless, and Dawn could never know. And my weakness made me weep less than I would ever show you. I burned so bright it blinded, though I know that light guided me here.
Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
"I walked across an empty land. I knew the pathway like the back of my hand. I felt the earth beneath my feet; sat by the river and it made me complete."
Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics
"Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something."
Tom Thumb - Bitter Ruin
"I'm waving in the wind a flag of white, but I'm not scared. See, this whole scenario can only to me serve. Become a bounty hunter, justifying laws I break by bringing bodies back to bounds. And I know I'll be burnt, but I can stand a flame or two. To catch you."
Who is She? - I Monster
"I call her name across an endless plain. She'll answer me wherever she may be. Oh, who is she? A misty memory. A haunting face. Is she a lost embrace?"
Bernadette - IAMX
"You and me in our playhouse. Living in a veil, we never need to go without. Memories bring no joy or peace. We are alone, and all we need. Tuning out of the poison. Every waking day, intolerance to overcome. Fortune's won by the boys with the guns. We are alone, nowhere to run."
Daydream in Blue - I Monster
"Daydream. I dream of you amid the flowers, for a couple of hours. Such a beautiful day"
IDEAS.
Peace of Mind.
lostspark's life has been nothing but strife and struggle as of late, and existence in shadowclan has been plenty stressful. if lark's mind is a thunderstorm, silksong's is a peaceful meadow during the gentle rain. a field of flowers, empty, devoid, but peaceful. calm.
i imagine that their first meeting is complete accident. silksong, resting somewhere in the outskirts of shadowclan territory, just so happens to accidentally find lostspark among their peaceful, calm dreamscape. silksong is a lucid dreamer and often chooses quiet, calm, and reclusive areas to relax in during their dreams (mostly incase their mother dearest decides to stop by), but also because the peace is a nice break from the chaos of wilf survival.
one accidental trip into silksong's dream might be a guilty comfort for lark, with how calm and tranquil it is. no arguments, no fights, no medicine or strife. just a peaceful meadow. in fact, the first time, they might not even speak. perhaps silksong and lostspark make eye contact from across the dream, but neither move to speak or draw closer. and in separate silence, they both bask in the calm quiet until day breaks and the dream ends.
perhaps this becomes a sort of ritual for them, who have not yet even introduced themselves. silksong dreams a quiet, beautiful dream. and lostspark joins them in silence.
finally, one day, silksong is the one to break the silence.
and they find, surprisingly, that they're not so different. and that maybe silksong's stability and calm is a good foil for the chaos and fire that dominate lostspark's current life. they are solid, certain, and unfazed. objective. an outsider's perspective and an ear to listen and an impartial witness to simply. . . be there. to comfort. and to share hushed words.
Helloooo. :3 So I am tad bit late because I got busy w/ packing for graduation field trip and finishing college work yay BUT i am loving both of these. was looking for an outsider mainly and these nail that right on the head. soooo, if you guys are still open / up for it, i will be snatching both of you, but separately.
-- I like the idea that Lark visits Silksong's dreams because she wants peace, wants to escape the hovering expectation of always being available to talk to others. Lark is tired of having other cat's problems dumped on her - tired of no one willing to hear her out. So she probably assumes the dreamscape that is actually silksong's is ... hers. Maybe she doesn't even realize she's stepped into someone else's mind. Anyway, it turns into a guilty pleasure, most likely, even after she realizes it's not her own dreamscape and instead, someone else's. 'Course, she would leave if Silksong told her to, but when they say nothing to her, she continues visiting to just sit in her solitude. Tbh, I just want roleplay to run it's course. Eventually, maybe she'll open up, maybe she won't, who knows?
-- For Caspian!! :0 I honestly love love love this idea. A sea-faring kitty??!!! Larkrise is Caspian's key to the rest of the world, and she would very likely be more than willing to explain or answer any questions he has. I was thinking Larkrise infiltrates one of Caspian's dreams, one with them on a ship, and after she realizes that he's been living on a ship and has likely not seen land in a while, she draws him into a dream with them on land the next time around?
Only thing is that I want to wait until her name change is announced (or whatever Dawn says tbh) after this roleplay, if you guys are willing to wait? I want to start these roleplays off as her already being Larkrise, for most minimal confusion in the timeline ^^
Helloooo. :3 So I am tad bit late because I got busy w/ packing for graduation field trip and finishing college work yay BUT i am loving both of these. was looking for an outsider mainly and these nail that right on the head. soooo, if you guys are still open / up for it, i will be snatching both of you, but separately.
-- I like the idea that Lark visits Silksong's dreams because she wants peace, wants to escape the hovering expectation of always being available to talk to others. Lark is tired of having other cat's problems dumped on her - tired of no one willing to hear her out. So she probably assumes the dreamscape that is actually silksong's is ... hers. Maybe she doesn't even realize she's stepped into someone else's mind. Anyway, it turns into a guilty pleasure, most likely, even after she realizes it's not her own dreamscape and instead, someone else's. 'Course, she would leave if Silksong told her to, but when they say nothing to her, she continues visiting to just sit in her solitude. Tbh, I just want roleplay to run it's course. Eventually, maybe she'll open up, maybe she won't, who knows?
-- For Caspian!! :0 I honestly love love love this idea. A sea-faring kitty??!!! Larkrise is Caspian's key to the rest of the world, and she would very likely be more than willing to explain or answer any questions he has. I was thinking Larkrise infiltrates one of Caspian's dreams, one with them on a ship, and after she realizes that he's been living on a ship and has likely not seen land in a while, she draws him into a dream with them on land the next time around? :heartbounce:
Only thing is that I want to wait until her name change is announced (or whatever Dawn says tbh) after this roleplay, if you guys are willing to wait? I want to start these roleplays off as her already being Larkrise, for most minimal confusion in the timeline ^^
absolutely still interested! and i'm fine with waiting >:) can't wait to finally get silk out and about on WCO.
Last edited by redshiftreign; April 17th, 2024 at 12:45 PM.
Helloooo. :3 So I am tad bit late because I got busy w/ packing for graduation field trip and finishing college work yay BUT i am loving both of these. was looking for an outsider mainly and these nail that right on the head. soooo, if you guys are still open / up for it, i will be snatching both of you, but separately.
-- I like the idea that Lark visits Silksong's dreams because she wants peace, wants to escape the hovering expectation of always being available to talk to others. Lark is tired of having other cat's problems dumped on her - tired of no one willing to hear her out. So she probably assumes the dreamscape that is actually silksong's is ... hers. Maybe she doesn't even realize she's stepped into someone else's mind. Anyway, it turns into a guilty pleasure, most likely, even after she realizes it's not her own dreamscape and instead, someone else's. 'Course, she would leave if Silksong told her to, but when they say nothing to her, she continues visiting to just sit in her solitude. Tbh, I just want roleplay to run it's course. Eventually, maybe she'll open up, maybe she won't, who knows?
-- For Caspian!! :0 I honestly love love love this idea. A sea-faring kitty??!!! Larkrise is Caspian's key to the rest of the world, and she would very likely be more than willing to explain or answer any questions he has. I was thinking Larkrise infiltrates one of Caspian's dreams, one with them on a ship, and after she realizes that he's been living on a ship and has likely not seen land in a while, she draws him into a dream with them on land the next time around?
Only thing is that I want to wait until her name change is announced (or whatever Dawn says tbh) after this roleplay, if you guys are willing to wait? I want to start these roleplays off as her already being Larkrise, for most minimal confusion in the timeline ^^
I am so happy that you like Caspian!! Looking forward to the rp! I don’t mind waiting :3
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