Bone Crest Throne

[BEAR.]

Note: This is the main thread for the Atari, a mountain faction isolated from the Clans. Though outsiders are free to use it, be aware it is at your own risk! Clan cats should not appear here without OOC permission from the RiverClan leader or staff.

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The Bone Crest Throne Overview

Deep into the mountains, surrounded by sheer cliffs and scraggly rocks, lives a group of cats called The Atari. Led by an iron-clawed ruler mysteriously called The Crown, the Atari are well-adapted to their rocky surroundings and have mastered the art of getting around the range. Days are often sweltering here, with nights often becoming much more cool. These cats have survived and braved the regions difficult climate and have thrived in the several years they have been established.

Their territory spans far and wide, known to the Atari as The Crag. Spanning the mountain range it is a rough and rugged environment with little to no greenery within sight. A few shrubs grow here and there, but trees are dead with no leaves and often plants and herbs are hard to come by. Strong winds blow through here during the leaf-fall moons often causing lighter cats to have to be careful with traveling. Predators usually hunt at night to avoid the hot day temperatures, and it is heavily warned throughout the Atari to not venture deep into the Crag at night.

Approaching the Atari camp, off to the distance, tall rocks rise up high into the sky. During the early morning hours it seems as though the sun itself shines down upon the massive structure, guiding those who are traveling through the mountains. "Fake camps" are set up nearing the actual camp to throw off intruders, appearing as if they have been ransacked and cleared out already.

The camp itself is settled in a barren, rocky clearing that is protected by a thickly woven wall of brambles and stone and backed up against the side of the tall rock formations that shield it. The ground is pretty rough and rugged, though after years of calling it home the Atari have developed tough paw pads to adapt to their surroundings. Dens have been built to be underground to protect the Atari from the dangerous elements of nature.

Notable Atari Landmarks:

Fractured Spire: Jutting out like a ledge from the path to the Crown's den, this is the meeting place for the Atari. Behind the spot where the Crown sits to address them rises a tall spire-like thin rock, split roughly in half near the top. It is often used to tell what time of day it is, as the sun casts the spire's shadow at different points in the camp throughout the day. The ledge itself is rugged but moss, leaves, and feathers have been added to where the Crown sits when they address the Atari.

Glimmerall: A nearly full days journey away from the camp rests Glimmerall; a cave-dwelling moonlit pool that seems to cast glimmering shadows and sparkles around the cave walls at night (hence its name). The surface of the pool is always still, the water crystal-like and practically see-through to the bottom. Several shiny rocks surround the edge of the pool, though they have been dulled by the passing of time. This is sacred ground, and generally there is no speaking done once inside the cave. All communication is to happen before, as speaking within the cave walls is rumored to invite spirits on their journey home.

Eagle’s Landing: The highest point of the mountain that overlooks the entire Atari camp and the rest of the Crag. The remnants of an eagle nest still reside up here, along with a few rocks that were placed to hold it down, maintained as a rest point. The climb to get here is steep and prohibited for anyone not trained well in climbing. Only the Crown and Claw of the Crown, and those invited by the Crown, are allowed up here; though who climb without this permission are subject to severe punishment.

Pointbreak: Near the cliffside of the Atari's mountain camp is the spot where Initiates are trained and assessed. It overlooks the giant ocean below them, but has enough room for movement and the drop offs are protected by a thickly woven bramble wall. The ground is less rocky than the rest of the territory, padded with moss and feathers that have been scattered by previous Atari generations. This spot also holds the most greenery throughout the entire Crag.

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mumble
the naive.



she / her . atari healer
22 moons . autistic
tags ; open <3 first!
tws for this post: none

mumble flicked her ear, settling outside of the healer's den and basking in the last couple moments of sun of the day. her eyes glimmered and she yawned, a bit sleepy. it had been a long day of healing, and she was slightly annoyed at how early she had had to wake up.

[Dolomedes]

Event [#event]

Altair

The feline narrowed her eyes as they shifted across the dead looking camp. Why was it that the family has faltered lately. The black and white cat sighed and looked down at her paws for moment, she was stressed thinking about it and she wasn’t the damn claw of the crown like her own sister was. Altair has been trying to help but things have been stagnant. Nothing that is her fault, but needed to be addressed. Altair had taken it upon herself, after conversing with her sister, to host a training event for the initiates to get training moving again. She couldn’t remember the last time they had a group graduate proper. And Altair didn’t have a faulty memory.

“All initiates, come gather with me and Nyx, we’ll be hosting an event to further and hopefully finish some of your training. We’ll be moving out to the pointbreak soon.” short and sweet. As things should be that was for sure. Her sister should be there soon, or maybe she even arrived and Altair was too busy yelling to realize yet. Regardless the bi-colored feline sat down and looked around the space for any of the initiates.

[ @burntToast - Nyx ]
[ Anyways! Here’s an event for training! Altair is a trapper and Nyx a claw so all training needed for both roles should be covered. ]

[Wingnettle]

Event [#event]

Blood
Atari healer
he/him | age unknown

Blood was sitting at the entrance of the healer den, with narrowed eyes scanning the clearing, the crown and the claw of the crown. Yessss... we need initiatess... this will be useful for the Atari.

Obviously, he couldn't stay put and not join the game.
"Listen, felines!" he approached everyone with a high voice, that still sounded low.
"As much as I'd like to see something interesting out of your bodies, my duty prevents me from doing such things and so, I'm obliged to ask all of you to be careful and NOT injure yourself. This is a simple training. Do not behave yourself like kits impatient to sheathe their claws. And that's all."

After this, he retreated back into his den and went to sort some herbs in case he would need some. He walked beside Mumble without uttering a word.

@/everyone

[Rowan]

THISTLE

The The keepers tail nervously twitched, continuously tapping on the ground. thud…thud…thud. Her attention got diverted from her random worrying as Altair called initiates over. Fun huh? Watching as some of the youngins that she cared for grew up, almost to being a full member of the tribe. That caused a small flash of pride in her gaze. Now now, what could she do to help? Probably not much…

She took a hesitant step forward…then two…then three…four. All the way until she reached Altair. Exactly 25 steps…25…25. That number kept replaying in her head as she just stood there. What an odd eight she could be sometimes, yes? A kind soul…but different.

It took her a moment to realize that she was still standing in front of Altair, saying absolutely nothing…just staring into space. Oh- this is when she should speak, yes? “Excuse me- uh- Miss Altair…” she said politely, staring down at her paws…but…she opened her mouth to speak more and…no voice. Nothing came out. She was just standing there bowed down. A small squeak came from her…nothing else. Was she really that useless? She skittered back nervously, sheepishly giving Altair an apologetic look, before turning away and basically crawled her way over to go sit in a secluded corner.

There must be some cat kind enough to be patient with her lack of speaking skills. Her nervous gaze scanned the cats around. She spotted one she-cat…she looked…maybe kind. Thistle took a few steps towards the cat but…froze. How did she start a conversation? Who in the hell knew the answer to that question. She neared the slender tabby a bit more.


@Dolomedes [woopsies…threw my odd girl over here] @Rose

[Dolomedes]

Event [#event]

Altair

Altair flicked an ear as Blood stepped forward to give warning to the… non gathering initiates. Seriously?! Things weren’t the best right now and training has been slow but surely there is at least some initiates that cared about their place in this family. She was annoyed. The trapper offered a respectful bow of her head to the healer, “I’ll be sure to pass the warning to any additional initiates joining… which there should be, less I’ll be dragging some cats straight out of their nests… regardless thank you, Blood.” The black and white she cat spoke before turning her eyes. Maybe she should- movement caught her golden eyes and it was Thistle approaching her.

Altair ignored the oddness of the feline and merely flicked her tail at the ‘mister’… “Yes, Thistle? Did you have questions? Or want to help?” Altair offered with a tap of her paw against the ground. Offering some segways into what Thistle may want to say to help the cat who seemed to be having difficulties speaking. Though Altair wanted to do another call out because there was literally no initiates out right now. “One moment, Thistle, I’m going to call out for initiates again.” Where was her sister? Maybe the prospect of training with the claw of the crown could allure some of the youngins to show their muzzles to get work done.

“HEY! Initiates! Move it or I’m dragging you all out by your tails-” She wouldn’t really but Altair would be scolding and lecturing to make sure that at least some of their youngins would make the most of opportunities in the future. Altair when she was small would bully other cats into training her and these cats were sleeping all leisurely. She wanted to huff, but she wasn’t a kit so she simply turned her level gaze to Thistle.

[ Last call for this event :3 If no one responds, Altair will consider this a failure and would drop the event until later so last full mentions! Always know that Altair is up to training if you shoot me a vm. ]
[ @burntToast @finley !! @Wingnettle @Bean @Tallstar @Idiotic.Bean101 @Morrigan @dino. @Ladiebugg @Estelle @Myling @Minkuu @vellichor @Otoko @Shade. @Concorde @Rowan @Neptune. @Aolani @Dolomedes @Fits @constellation @alec @wolfie @Spider. @Mica @iliri @Kix @ophelia @Bean @ChaosBringer. @Rose @HerbalTea @snowflake. @Blaaze @gs29513 @forest @SatoruSaki @sleepyyjax ]

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mumble
the naive.



she / her . atari healer
22 moons . autistic
tags ; anyone , @Dolomedes - altair
tws for this post: none

mumble narrowed her eyes in a rare display of anger. she raised herself to her paws and stood next to altair. perhaps the idea of training with the "nice healer" would motivate a couple initiates.

[sleepyyjax]

[different time than training event]

Bluebird
she/her - 15 moons
content notes: themes of grief

Morning. The she-cat felt herself awake, but didn't open her eyes. She simply buried her nose further under her skinny tail. No, not today. Today she'd stay here. Cosy in her nest, all day. What need was there, for going out? Then time passed, then some more, and some more. Her neck became still, her legs were going fuzzy from the weight... This wouldn't work, would it? Eyes opening, she saw that the light out there was already bright. Cats would be around. Everywhere. So that was it, she had to either be uncomfortable or surround herself with the whole of The Atari?? Were there really no good options here? She pressed her head into her nest, groaning. What even was this? It still didn't feel real. Every time she woke up, she was certain that she'd open her eyes to see her siblings around her, everyone getting up, ready to start the day. That they'd all be talking a little too loud for her liking, keeping her from a nice lie in... Now where were they? Dispersed across separate dens? In the den of a literal mountain lion?? Sure, Nyx was the crown now, but did that really mean moving the entire family out? Yes. She knew the answer was yes. As were the rules. And she was not one to break the rules of The Atari. So, her world split before her, and she simply had to watch it. She wished she could climb out of her own body, be apart from all this just for a while. Paws became restless. Her heart began to beat in what could be fury or fear, she had no idea. Just this burning feeling. This burning terrible feeling that meant she couldn't be here right now. With that, she stood up. Paws raced out of the den, then out of the camp.

She was running through the mountains. No clear destination, but her paws would guide her where they always did. She sniffed. What was this, tears coming back? A groan escaped her as she ran. Not once in her life had she ever felt like this. She'd felt a myriad of things, but this?? It were as though every possible bad thing had congealed into one. Was she too weak for this journey? Sure, maybe. But it's not like that often stopped her. Unless someone forced her to stop, she'd be at the Glimmerall. She could stay there, and she could sleep there. Just for a night....

[open ^^]

[gs29513]

Yowling and yowling and yowling. But Potato didn't really have much choice but to respond, because otherwise he was fairly certain that the trapper would gut him, and the other initiates. So he rolled out of his nest, shaking out his fur, and trotted to stand before her. Reporting for duty! he chirped, waving a front paw in a weird little greeting/salute/salutation. Or mostly just being awkward. Potato was hardly a graceful individual. But he was present, ready to do some training and hopefully not get kicked out of the Atari for being useless!

[snowflake.]

Ace
White with ginger and gray splotches; Scratch scar on cheek; Golden eyes
She/her || 9 moons || Atari Initiate
Primal Instincts - Bilingual T1

tw: panic attack, grief, minor blood

Ace was sitting near the Initiate's den awkwardly. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing-- She had only joined recently, after all. Everything seemed quiet, as far as she could tell. Once again, she wondered whether joining this group was the right choice. But I have nowhere else to go. A fresh stab of pain shot through her. She shook her head, tamping down memories--memories of her sister--No. She couldn't think about it. About her. It was too painful. She couldn't show weakness here. She had to be useful, or else she guessed she'd get kicked out. She wasn't sure. That was one part of why she felt so awkward. That, and she didn't know anybody.There are so many cats here, more than she'd ever seen together... It was kind of overwhelming. They all seemed so tight-knit... Like a family. She closed her eyes, fighting off a wash of emotion. Why was she even here? Nobody needed her. Nobody. And she was useless, anyways. It's not like she could hunt. Her housefolk had always fed her... Before-- before the... incident. No. No, no. Stop it. Stop it. But she couldn't help remembering that fateful day. Panic and helplessness overcame her, the emotions she had felt when it happened. The dog... The cat... Her sister... She couldn't do this. Shecouldn'tshecouldn'tshecouldn't... She was shaking visibly now, fur spiking, eyes screwed shut. Blood flashed across her vision, the claws... ICAN'TICAN'TICAN'T--

“HEY! Initiates! Move it or I’m dragging you all out by your tails-”

An angry call cut through the clearing, seemingly through her chest, flinging her back to reality, golden eyes snapping open. She dug her claws into the dirt, needing to ground herself. It was an older cat, one she did not know. But then again, she didn't know anybody. Initiates. That was... Her. She was an initiate. Nowhere else to go. The thought still hurt, though this time it sent determination, which was just the shot she needed. She pushed herself out of her crouching position she had fallen into, took a moment to compose herself, and padded uncertainly towards the black-and-white she-cat who had called, and her new life. New life. She could do this. She could survive. She could live here, in this new group. Hopefully. Maybe. No, no maybes. Of course she could. After all, this was better than wandering the cold, hard streets, starving... She shook the thoughts out of her head. She couldn't dwell on the past, not now. She had to prove she could handle herself. And she could...

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@Dolomedes - Altair (if you want!)

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