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the bold and the beautiful. Welcome to DayClan, a friendly, close-knit Clan with no qualms about accepting outsiders. DayClan is home to one of the most beautiful territories in the entire forest, with many travelling from far and wide to see the treasures it has to offer...yet in this world, no beauty comes without a price.
If you'd like to join but you're having trouble thinking of a character, click on the 'DayClan archetypes' tab above to browse some ideas to start you off!
joining format Copy this formatting into your reply to this thread and fill it out with your characters' details to join!
CAT NAME ✧ username || SOCIAL CLASS your character's description (any length is fine!) optional: choose two feathers for your cat from this picture here!
currently accepting - warriors - apprentice (these are given a temporary class and given a more fitting one when promoted to warrior!) - queens - kits (these join without a class!) - elders - we are currently not accepting cats of the imperial class.
class system DayClan operates under a loose class system, where cats are placed into different social ranks based on their good (or bad) deeds. Through this, DayClan hopes to inspire a culture of hard work and generosity. These ranks are, in order of highest rank to lowest rank; imperials, the governing class; socialites, the Clan’s social workers; mediators, who make up the majority of the cats; mavericks, the enforcers of the Clan; and finally the forsaken, DayClan’s prisoners. For more a more detailed explanation of DayClan's classes, please check our Clan page! If you have any questions, you can post here on the joining thread or message biyuu and she will get back to you! Why am I talking in third person, I'm the one writing this smh.
feathers In DayClan, most cats are given feathers to wear on their bodies as a symbol of certain virtues they may possess, wish to develop in the future, or even virtues that they currently lack. Warriors generally have two feathers, while kits and apprentices generally have one and are assigned a second at their warrior ceremony. You can find a full list of feathers and their associated virtues here![attr="class","daybi-scroll"]
what kind of cat might join dayclan? If you want to join DayClan but you're struggling to come up with a character, then you can use one of the brief descriptions below to give yourself a starting point. Feel free to take these character archetypes in any which way you please!
This cat is the child of one of DayClan’s most prestigious families, and all eyes are on them to continue the family legacy. They may get preferential treatment from the higher-ups—better prey, better nest materials, more freedom with patrols—but with that kind of fame perhaps comes jealousy, particularly from those less fortunate. Does this kind of alienation push this cat to do better, or does it cause them to lose sight of their dreams entirely?
This cat is averse to conflict, drawn to DayClan’s peaceful and caring nature. They are a natural diplomat and peacemaker, often called upon to accompany patrols to other Clans’ territory and resolve arguments between fellow Clan members. But DayClan cats, peaceful as they may be, are still warriors, and warriors are destined to get their claws bloody one way or another. Does the pacifist push their own morals aside to fight for their Clan, or will they remain pacifist as long as they can—even at the brink of death?
Despite DayClan’s best efforts, not every cat puts much stock in the Clan’s social hierarchy. This cat is a maverick and proud of it, actively avoiding any chances to get promoted up a rank as a form of protest and scorning those who do. But ‘maverick’ isn’t just a label; a higher social class means more benefits, and not being willing to at least try and advance your rank means essentially forfeiting those benefits. Which will prove stronger in the end—the lowlife’s fortitude, or the pressure of the hierarchy?
This cat was rescued from the brink of death by a DayClan patrol, nursed back to health by the medicine staff and given a place in the Clan as a warrior. They’re grateful for all the Clan has done for them and want to pay them back, but eventually rumours begin to spread about the night of your rescue—and perhaps some of the details don’t match up with what this cat was told. Are the rumours baseless, or is there a degree of truth to them? Could your supposed saviours have more to do with your near-death experience than you thought?
This cat has a deep appreciation for all things that bring pleasure, and DayClan is in no short supply of these things. A beautiful sunset, bountiful prey, winsome she-cats and handsome toms—the hedonist is attracted to DayClan for all these reasons, yet perhaps what this cat needs most are the things they don’t bother to seek. Is there a path toward fulfilment for the hedonist who refuses to change their ways, or will they merely fill their life with empty pleasures and become a hollow shell of themselves?
This cat has done something terrible in the past, and relegated to the forsaken rank because of it. Now they are attempting to claw their way back into the higher ranks of the Clan, but the road to redemption is fraught with danger, and the atoner must fight against their very nature to avoid slipping into old habits. And even if the atoner’s intentions are genuine, there’s bound to be other Clan members who refuse to accept their change of ways. Will they be able to atone for their crimes, or will they go down in DayClan history as someone who could never change?
This cat is a social climber, obsessed with gaining status and power in the Clan. Friends are stepping stones to higher ranks for this cat, every good deed they make another ploy to get themselves in the good graces of those who could advance their social standing. But reaching for new opportunities sometimes means burning past bridges, and some cats may not take kindly to feeling used by the schmoozer. If this cat does make genuine friends, will they abandon them for more powerful friends if the opportunity arises? Will they realise who their true friends are, or will another like-minded cat stab them in the back when they least expect it?
This cat’s true loyalties lie with another Clan. DayClan is known for their hospitality and generosity, but too much of these qualities can mean you’re taken advantage of—and that’s exactly what the spy intends to do. They’re a loyal warrior on the surface, helping out with Clan activities and training just as hard as any other Clanmate, yet they’re just biding their time until they can get back to their true home and spill all the details of what DayClan’s really like. Because honestly, any Clan that prides itself on things like its 'generosity' and 'kindness' can’t actually be up to anything good, right? (If you are thinking of adding a character like this, you may find it helpful to consult with the leader or other staff of the Clan your character is truly loyal to and confirm whether or not sending a spy would be a realistic move for the Clan to make.)
Living in the forest Clans has some perks. This cat has been blessed with a small amount of spiritual power by StarClan, for reasons perhaps yet unknown. One of the cats that the Forest Clans call ‘elementals’, a blessed cat may try and help others with their powers...or perhaps they grow sick of altruism, and use their powers for less ethical reasons. Please read the rules on the Forest Clans page about adding an elemental cat, as well as checking in with the leader of the Clan (currently biyuu).
On the flipside, living in the forest can be a curse—literally. This cat was cursed with an affliction by StarClan, for reasons perhaps yet unknown. One of the cats that the Forest Clans call ‘elementals’, a cursed cat is doomed to suffer...yet it’s up to them whether or not they cause others around them to suffer as well. After all, one cat’s curse could be another cat’s blessing. Please read the rules on the Forest Clans page about adding an elemental cat, as well as checking in with the leader of the Clan (currently biyuu).
SORRELKIT tuft ✧ ian || hes babe A handsome young seal-point with faint grey tabby stripes along his face and front paws. His eyes are the color of the sea, a deep, rolling blue. Sorreltuft is the oldest son of Koa, although he was the second-born in the litter of he, Lotusdream, Lilacbrook and Reedspring. He is the trickster of the litter, one who is pretty constantly trying to do whatever he can to shirk his work. Of course, he <i>could</i> be more skilled if he <i>tried</i>, he's got plenty of potential, but Sorreltuft would rather do just about anything more than learning to do a task that his clanmates could potentially find helpful. Known as an "infuriating little goblin," Sorreltuft's only saving grace is that he's just too darned cute to yell at. optional: you have the link right oops i don't know how non warriors names are capitalized
REEDKIT spring ✧ goldcrest || little guy <i>A bruised reed shall he not break,</i> but with a strong enough push, it might snap on its own. There are two faces to Reedspring. His social ease, politeness, witty remarks, excitability, confidence, and an intense, overarching generosity is the one most see, the act, a carefully crafted persona based on his own inner expectations that he has projected out into reality. Just underneath is a blazing insecurity and a perpetual bad luck streak. To be anything but first is to be the loser, and he feels he’s consistently behind, constantly trying to catch up to no avail. There’s a quiet recklessness to him in the way he seeks out adventure, his occasional crass jokes, and how he seems to misplace things all the time, like he’s not all there, as if there’s always something better to be thinking about. His lack of emotional vulnerability makes him come off as shallow, and he tends to be a fickle thing, always ready to move on to the next thing, because life is the race he so fears losing. Ambitious, he always tries to make a memorable first impression, for the one thing he doesn’t want to be is a passing face in the crowd, a nobody. Small and nimble, built like a twig, Reedspring was born the smallest and youngest of his litter and was brought to Dayclan with his surviving family shortly after a fire destroyed his home. With thin, tufty brown tabby fur topping a white stomach, muzzle, nose, paws, and underbelly, his eyes are alight and a beautiful, deep brown, and they add to his naturally charming look. He looks almost delicate, perfect for the air of courteousness yet still giving light to his immaturity. Though he tends to hide parts of himself, there’s always a hint of authenticity — he is naturally good-hearted, almost to a fault, seeing the good in everyone and everything and missing the bad, optimistic for others and a pessimist regarding himself, and he is honest, kind, mixed with a slight hero complex. His ego is easily bruised, and any criticism seems to come with months of self-loathing. Every comment is taken to heart like a sword, and insults are even sharper.
picture: HERE! feather: idk if he's supposed to have on yet buttttt if so uhh compassion
PASTELCHAOS ✧ ian || idk probably foresaken knowing how happy peachyboy is to see him A sparky young tom with an unusual color pattern - despite being a tom, he has diluted calico furs. The coloration is faint, barely colored, matched by a set of amber eyes. Pastelchaos is smaller in build, but that doesn't mean he can be ignored. Loud to a point of being annoying, and completely unfiltered in ways that can be in poor social taste, the tom is exactly what one might expect for his name. Ready to do just about anything no matter how off-the-wall at the drop of the hat, it's hard to tell exactly what you might get out of him. He's easily bored, an emotion that he deeply despises. To combat that, he's always got his paws into something. He's genuinely a kind cat, despite his chaotic nature, and occasionally, he has a strike of wisdom. pic : smth like this idk feathers: freedom and anarchy
Post by simplylight on Feb 5, 2022 22:40:30 GMT -5
LILACKIT brook ✧ simplylight || a baby cat "Bossy. If I had one word to describe you, it would be bossy." Those words play on repeat in her head and all she can do is scoff. They want to call her bossy, well she calls it striving for perfection. Her long brown tabby coat is always neatly groomed and just so soft from her taking care of it and eating plenty of good nutrients, like fish. She has master the batting of those beautiful light green eyes of hers, unless something is out of order. There will be no eye-batting then. No she will be quick to point it out and let everyone know her opinion. Being the second to youngest, Lilacbrook really did not have much room to fall into this role as the bossy sibling, but someone had to do it. They may smack her head sometimes and get defensive, but she knows it's for their own good. What would others think if they ran around like wild animals? Lilacbrook struggles with perfectionism and her own self-image. She gets so busy fixing others and herself that she forgets to take time to rest or calm down. This caused her not to have many close friends growing up and put a rift between her and her siblings, something that she would have to address in adulthood. pic: i think u have the link biyuu right
ROSYCLEMENTINE ✧ fox || SOCIALITE CLASS A tall, soft-furred ginger tabby tom with pale green eyes, tufted ears, a soft collar of fur around his neck, and long, delicate legs. He’s shy, easily flustered, and, much as his wispy tail and long legs might speak of elegance, and much as he might try to make it so, incurably clumsy — a blushing, soft-spoken doll. His sweetness made him popular with the ladies and he cared for each of them with all his heart, even if, and especially because, they almost always ended up settling back as his friends. But despite his contradictory status as sweet-hearted Romeo with she-cat’s, he’s never had any conscious interest in toms — he got butterflies about older ones sometimes, but he never thought anything of it, never put two and two together. He’s always naturally gravitated towards friendships with she-cats, was always just one of the girls who got tongue-tied around toms, but he’s never considered that he might not be as straight as he believes, that he might like both. He’s still painfully unaware. His manners often give way to nerves, he loves gossip, and he bathes every day in water floating with cut lemons, leaving his fur constantly smelling of citrus. When he was a kit and apprentice, he was bullied mercilessly, for reasons he still can’t quite make sense of and that still haunt the edge of his quiet happiness. One night got particularly out of hand, even for his horrified bullies, and he ended up accidentally losing all the claws on his forepaws. The incident, though his dangerously forgiving personality never let him blame the bullies or hold them accountable — they had their reasons, he tells himself at night — led to him developing a fear of heights. It still plagues him and he never ventures above ground level. He loves fresh fruit and DayClan’s apple orchards, self-care and meditation, and ghost stories. Despite his size, he’s a useless fighter; even with his claws, he would still be too gentle to do anything but roll over. He’s too calm, too believing in the inherent good in everyone else, too grounded in the beauty of nature and quiet mornings. He’s completely sane and would never put his crush in a SAW III situation as a flirtation. Chaotic boy.
SANDYSWEEP ✧ Klee || Socialite Class Sandysweep is a light ginger she-cat with light green eyes that seem to always have a twinkle. Before joining Dayclan she was a kittypet abandoned by her owners, but she wasn't lonely for long as she happened to find and make friends with other abandoned kittypets. The group of kittypets started to live together and helped each other to survive in their unfamiliar elements. As a result Sandysweep is incredibly close to her friends Oceanwake, Poppypurr, and Sunnygaze. She is a cat with an odd personality. Maybe it was the accident she suffered that paralyzed her from the waist down that created her weird combination of characteristics, or maybe she was simply born with an odd personality. Nobody can really tell though. She is always enthusiastic to meet new people and has a cheerful disposition when it comes to socializing with others, but at the same time she lacks social skills and tends to be socially awkward during conversations with others. Don't worry though! Sandysweep is socially awkward in an endearing way, not a negative way, but does have the habit of always saying something slightly inappropriate for the situation. Sandysweep last the ability to use half of her body after being hit by a monster which forces her to use her front paws to maneuver around the camp. Due to this Sandysweep isn't able to do duties like hunt, fight, or train others which others sometimes wonder if this upsets Sandysweep at all. Even if it did Sandysweep wouldn't tell anyone it does. She is much too socially awkward to discuss complicated things like emotions. Despite her limitations Sandysweep is determined to still make herself a strong asset to Dayclan and tries her best to come up with new ways daily to help the clan. optional: i.imgur.com/1Xr9wG7.jpg optional: Happiness and Survival!
LOTUSKIT dream ✧ Klee || sweet baby boo Lotusdream is a dazzling cream and chocolate she-cat with piercing light blue eyes. She is the oldest of her litter but due to her shy and reserved personality she is treated like the youngest by both her siblings and the other members of Dayclan. She tends to stutter occasionally when she talks and has difficulty with maintaining eye contact, especially if the person she is talking to is in the process of scolding her. Due to Lotusdream's disposition others have the tendency of pushing her around and making her the butt of the joke during conversations. Lotusdream has difficulty with telling other people no and as a result many tend to unload a lot of duties on her. Her biggest fear is letting other people down and to avoid this she is always trying to live up to other peoples expectations of her instead of forging her own path. Once in a blue moon Lotusdream will become overwhelmed with the responsibilities that she has taken on and her lack of self-care. When attempting to recharge her batteries she has the tendency of self-isolating and avoiding others as much as possible. Although she doesn't talk about about what she enjoys often, Lotusdream is a huge nerd and enjoys learning new things. She will try to learn as many hobbies and facts as possible whenever she has the chance to with the belief that knowledge is power. As an example Lotusdream researched the effects and benefits of veganism which eventually caused her to make the decision to have an only plant based diet. The rare moments that others do ask about Lotusdream's hobbies can transform her into a completely different cat. She becomes outgoing and will excitedly tell others about the things she has learned which creates a twinkle in her usually dull eyes. Optional: live.staticflickr.com/6178/6178815651_980d4689eb_b.jpg optional: perfection and freedom
Post by AcornAnonðŸ± on Feb 8, 2022 16:09:38 GMT -5
AcornBerry ✧ AcornAnon - Making account soon || Imperial Light yellow LaPerm she with brown spots scattered around her fur and ears, she has light brown freckles on her nose and blue eyes I can try to draw my picture and add it here soon, sorry for the inconvienence!
(she is currently a queen as she is heavily pregnant but it doesn't seem that is an option :3)
PAPAYALEAF ✧ Klee || Maverick Class A small orange-striped devon rex with wide brown eyes and oversized ears. Papayaleaf had a childhood friend named Starfruit who lived with his mother nearby the camp that Payapaleaf had made with her father. Both being single children the two would spend their days playing while their parents would go out and hunt together. In time she would fall in love with Starfruit around apprentice age, and soon gained the courage to confess her feelings to Starfruit. Of course, the tom had similar feelings, and as they grew older they entered a relationship together. Their parents gave their children their blessing, and eventually both of them moved on to create their own path in life. As they settled down in a local forest they learned to take care of each other. They would hunt together, make their camp together, and would sleep together. As time went on Papayaleaf became pregnant with Starfruit's children and she was ecstatic to start their family. As life carried on for the two of them Papayaleaf was the happiest she had ever been in life. She loved her life with Starfruit, and most importantly she loved her unborn kits. Then tragedy would strike on a night that Papayaleaf and Starfruit went hunting before bed. The duo unknowingly trespassed onto Nightclan territory and it didn't take long for them to run into a Nightclan patrol with their mouths full of prey. Before they had time to explain their situations the Nightclan patrol attacked them couple. Starfruit put himself in-between the patrol and his mate, putting up a fight in defense of his mate and unborn kits. Papayaleaf had never been in a fight with other cats before, and for the first time felt fear seize her body. She wanted desperately to fight alongside her mate, who at this point was clearly losing and was now urging her to run. Although her heart told her not to listen and to launch herself into the fray, the fear was intense and Papayaleaf ran. Her heart pounding and tears streaking from her eyes she listened in agony to the fight occurring behind her, silently hoping that Starfruit would somehow win, until she heard the yowling behind her stop and the realization that he hadn't won hit her. Papayaleaf would soon sink into a deep depression as her entire world came crashing down. She would stop eating, stop drinking, and soon found herself stumbling in a daze from the grief until she wandered into Dayclan territory. Terrified she would meet a similar fate, she was shocked to learn that Dayclan accepted outsiders and was eager to help her. They helped the emaciated she-cat and although she wanted desparately to die, she knew that the unborn kits in her belly was all she had left of her beloved. Now she strives to ensure their children stay safe, and she is determined to never allow fear to take anything from her ever again. Papayaleaf strives to be stronger, and under it all has an intense need to avenge Starfruit. Once kind and loving, Papayaleaf is now empty and broken, but she tries her best to not take her anger out on Dayclan knowing that her kits wouldn't have survived without their kindness. She tries her best to be an asset for them, but despite all they have done she has difficulty trusting in them and can't help but find herself constantly on guard. She tries to keep these fears hidden from her children though, not wanting them to have an upbringing where they distrust and fear their new home. optional: www.pumpkin.care/cat-breeds/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/Devon-Rex-Cat-Hero.png optional: Revenge and Destiny
Gingerlion is the daughter of two unknown cats, at least to her, on December 1st, 2021. Her Father Blackjack was a warrior of DayClan who died of Black-cough, before she was born, and her Mother Dayheart, had left the Clan to become a Kitty-pet, for reason's, Gingerlion, didn't understand.
Gingerlion was therefore raised by Clan's Queens until she became an apprentice. Her kit-hood was normal for the most part. She is a strong-willed, she-cat who likes to do what she wants, even if other's advice against it. She is seen as courageous, always putting her life after other cats. She also has leadership skills. She obeys the Warrior Code, is loyal to her Clan, and tries her best to take care of everyone in the Clan, even if she doesn't eat that day. She knows at the end of the day, that she has served her Clan well.
She hopes to have a mate and kits in the Clan. She hopes to serve her Clan until she is old and dies of old age, or at least until she dies from a battle or giving kittens to the Clan.
@klee cheetah @acorn -- your cats are all added...in spirit xD i'm working on a new page layout and it's SO CLOSE to being done, so i'm adding them to the new one instead lol. feel free to roleplay them!
MIDNIGHTKIT coral ✧ December || Midnight black dances across the left side of her face, making its way all the way down her right leg. A beautiful coral orange wraps the right side of her face, around her neck, and down her left leg. The colors end barely where her paw begins, they are white, as if she had barely touched the snow. Her chest is white almost in a perfect V shape, and in the middle of her face, one single white line appears vertically where her nose begins. Her eyes are the promise of spring, the opening of new flower buds, a soft, but strong light green. Midnightcoral, named for the beautiful splash of her appearance. She strives to show her father that she is promising, only to get left behind near the Dayclan border. She doesn't know much of her mother, only that her appearance is much like herself. Her father was a large midnight black tom, with piercing yellow eyes. Her father was strong, and brave in countless situations, injuring himself to protect his kits. She wanted to be just like him, until the day he abandoned her. She was the last one of her siblings to be by her fathers side before he disappeared. To this day, she still doesn't know where he has taken them, but she was forced to say her goodbyes before her father dispersed of her kin. Midnightcoral tries not to think about them often, hoping they had a similar situation to hers. She was just dropped off, he looked at her with his yellow eyes, piercing into her little soul, and then he left, without a word. She doesn't yet know her place among Dayclan, but to have been taken in by them, to feel some sort of comfort that she had lost, she respected them.
Post by vexing_ode on Feb 25, 2022 14:52:35 GMT -5
MEMORIESPAW rapture ✧ vexingode || MAVERICKS The days come and go, but the forest stands strong. the scars on the trees telling old stories, and the wind whispering old memories. Memoriesrapture, a calm and graceful cat, with steps as gentle as a floating feather. Her tabby coat and hazel eye blending into the forest floor. This she-cat isn't all grace though, with a temper to match the cruel nature of the forest, and the ability to make the hardest decisions. In her eyes, the heart comes last. She must do what she needs to for the sake of her clan. At a young age Memoriesrapture was stolen from her home with her loner family, and forced as a slave to a rogue group. Eventually, opportunity arose, and she made her escape finding herself lost in a beautiful forest, wanting to make this place her home she joined the cats there vowing to protect and fight for these kind cats, willing to take her in. optional: The war feather?? Her photo here