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since i needed to redo my character thread anyway since all of my cats are gone, i figured a new thread would just be easier. fresh start.
now please ignore me as i mess with this and get layouts
❊ lavellan ❊
hello, everyone! my name is evelyn, i've been a member of Classic since march of '09. i've been leader of DayClan (Neostar), NightClan (Glaniur), and FallClan (Hystericstar), and deputy many, many times. my favorite cats tend to by my medicine cats, which is how Hysteric had ended up leader of the same clan he had been medicine cat for.
my username is from a video game series called Dragon Age. specifically, lavellan is the clan name / last name of the elven protagonist of Dragon Age Inquisition. i love video games, especially Dragon Age, Pokemon, and Fire Emblem. my guilty pleasure is playing Genshin Impact. i also love to read, although i have surprisingly never read the Warriors series. my favorite manga is Yona of the Dawn. I have three cats, whom i love equally i swear, and i love sending pictures of them to people. i can and will talk about them often.
i prefer more traditional style clans, though i also love creative warrior names. adoptable threads are my passion, so feel free to ask me to make one for you somewhere! i don't really have a type of rp that i prefer, though incredibly long responses will put me off because i had a hard time focusing with them. i prefer about 2-3 (shortish) paragraphs typically.
feel free to message me to talk or ask to roleplay!
The drop of rain water in the stream, the rustle of leaves on a stormy day. The mouse hiding from its predator, the predator chasing its prey. A picture is worth a thousand words, but those words change with each story. Which is reality? Which is fake? Vision and sight. They are a simple sense, something that most cats have. Something that most take advantage of. Do they truly see the world for what it is? Perhaps the blind are the ones who see the most. Maybe those gifted with sight are the ignorant ones. The lucky ones. Who truly wants to see the world? Each little movement, unseen. Every tiny ant, ignored. Even something as big as a tree, often overlooked. Things that you would never even guess would be important, end up being life changing. This is the training that was pushed into Glaniur, to never ignore a single detail. Be aware of everything, as a blind cat would if they were given the chance. Overlooking a single fact could be deadly. Each sound, each movement. Take it all in, and think. Be tactical. Surprise your enemy with the obvious. Or the unexpected. After all, no one would expect to be beaten in a fight by a former kittypet. Not all kittypets have an easy life, however. Some are tortured, abused, even when a young kit. There was no love to be found by his twolegs, and so it was little surprise that Glaniur took the first chance he could get to escape. Even as a kit, he was always watching for an opening. It was that habit of his that made a small group of rogues take him in to train. The young tom learned every skill he knows from them, but at a cost. They were rogues. Untrustworthy, dangerous. Even for a kit. Sometimes, Glaniur wondered which life was better. The rogues knew no mercy. It was enough to turn a kit into someone else. They abused him much like the twolegs. But, he had freedom. He was offered knowledge. So, he went along with the training until the rogues abandoned him. The day they vanished was the day Glaniur officially gained freedom. He was no longer at the mercy of others, bent and beaten to their will. He was finally able to look after himself. Yet, he still ended up in a clan, following another’s orders. It was an odd thing, for a cat with no more trust to give, ending up in a clan. He makes no secret of his hatred for others, just as most cats do with kittypets and rogues. But, sometimes it’s easy to forget. After all, he seems to turn everything into a joke, responding to most things with a sarcastic remark. It’s curious, however, how Glaniur never throws his looks around. His speckled black face, covering his cream colored pelt, and his icy clear eyes, he’s not too hard to look at. But, Glaniur seems to not take a romantic interest in anyone.
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Born as a kittypet, Glaniur had anything but an easy life. His twoleg owners would often torture and abuse him, never showing him any sense of comfort or safety. When Glaniur saw the chance to escape, he took it.
He was taken in by a group of rogues that saw his potential. They taught him almost every skill he knows, especially observation. They taught him the importance of taking in every detail. But, they tortured him. They were merciless, and took away every ounce of innocence a kit could have. They were just like the twolegs, but they offered him knowledge and freedom.
One day, the rogues abandoned him. Glaniur finally had true freedom. He could have spent the rest of his life away from others, but he ended up joining Sunclan as an apprentice. No one knew why he joined, especially since he refused to place trust in anyone anymore, and made no attempts to hide his hatred of others. But, just like with the rogue group, he was offered knowledge. He was an apprentice under Ravenwhisper for a short while before Skystar granted him the title of Sunclan's peacekeeper. He didn't keep the title for too long, however, as he soon left Sunclan.
After leaving Sunclan, he arrived in Brookclan and was named deputy. Before he was even settled into his new position, the threat of a war loomed between Renegade Regime and Primal Instinct. Glaniur was pulled into the conflict by a young trainee named Evelyn-kun, who had trespassed into Brookclan territory and demanded a fight, somehow leading to an unlikely sort of friendship. With Glaniur literally dragged into this, the rest of Brookclan slowly became involved. Froststar, however, wasn't too fond of the way things were progressing, leading to a disagreement that ended with Glaniur leaving the clan.
Soon after, he found himself in Earthclan territory, where he found a rather odd ally. Stormstar, the leader of Earthclan and an interesting character, along with his two mates, Abstract-thought and Suicidesurvivor, the deputy and co-deputy, respectfully, were the first to greet him in the territory, and they ended up coming to an agreement. Glaniur could stay on the territory without being a member of the clan, so long as he kept an eye out for any other trespassers. He took advantage of this agreement for a while, before he received word from an acquaintance asking for a favor. Without so much as a goodbye, he left for Nightclan, becoming the new leader.
If his time as Brookclan deputy was a mess, then his leadership of Nightclan was chaos. Not too soon after arriving, multiple cats starting voicing their disagreement about some random cat becoming leader out of nowhere. Among those in disagreement, the deputy and part of the council was the most vocal. Soon enough, the clan seemed to be split in half; those who were fine with Glaniur as leader, and those who wanted him gone. Luckily, the entire situation ended without so much as a single drop as blood, as, typical to Glaniur's ways, he left the clan without a word.
Perhaps his most uneventful time in life was directly after leaving Brookclan, when he first came to Fallclan. It was a short, peaceful time, where for once he didn't destroy anything. But, it was quiet. And so, he continued on with his life.
The next time he ended up in a clan would be as a Winterclan prisoner, in the loosest of terms. He escaped from the prison nearly every night, flaunting his freedom in his guards' faces. The poor life was something that he was used to, although it was heaven compared to previous things he had been through. As such, he witnessed the fall of Ripplestar and the rise of Rowanstar from the sidelines. He was able to watch as Rowanstar revived the gladiator trials, where apprentices would have to face off against the prisoners, and the winner would become a warrior of the clan, and the loser would be a prisoner until they die or win. Whether it was luck or the opposite, Glaniur had never been chosen to fight in one of these battles. However, when Primal Instinct began stealing kits and a war broke out, Glaniur had joined in on Winterclan's defense. With Rowanstar's death marking the end of the battle, Glaniur had decided to stay as a prisoner, despite being offered to formally join the clan. Things settled down, and eventually Glaniur made true on his fake escape attempts.
And so, he returned to Brookclan. i'm tired and just remembered that i have to cook, so i'm leaving you on a cliffhanger.
Everyone is out to get you. No matter who they are, or what they say, they will always go out of their way to destroy you. They will bring you down, even if it's at the cost of their own sanity. So, why not have a little fun with it? Beat them at their own game before they have a chance to ruin you. Experiments are always a fun way to see where true loyalties lie. Hystericplague is a cat who only believes in his own abilities, whether it's with causing havoc or in his own little experiments. The world will have no use of someone who can't survive, who can't fight their own battles. To an outside perspective, no one would believe this frail tom is capable of anything. How could he, when he can't even cure his own cough that has been plaguing him since he was born? What are his experiments good for if he can't even help himself? Let them doubt him. It will only make it more fun when he destroys them. Though he may be small, just one look at his hairless, seemingly disproportionate body is enough to unnerve even the most fearless of warriors. His golden eyes always seem to twinkle with some eerie knowledge, as if gods themselves have told him their secrets.
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Wickednomad was stolen from his own mother by Delirium because she ached to have a kit to care for. But they look nothing alike and she obviously wasn't his real mother. He left as soon as possible. He had an affair and ended up with two sons but had no desire to raise them, not alone at-least. So he went seeking out Delirium who willingly took the kits in. Wickednomad then became known to them as their 'older brother' from a previous litter rather than their father. They went to Springclan because that's where Delirium was heading when Wickednomad found her. On their way, Eternalstar found them and became enchanted by the two brothers and wanted them as her own. So she traveled back to Springclan with them to form a bond. She named Hysteric her personal doctor and Manic his guard.
After gaining the name Hystericplague, he was sent to Renegade Regime to train under Chaman Viviana. However, it was only a few moons after returning to Springclan that he left on his own to further hone his medicinal and poison skills.
Somehow surviving on his own for a long time, Hystericplague came to Fallclan, where a cat called Calamityshrine, who happened to be the deputy, took him in and named him as Fallclan's new medicine cat. He was given an apprentice, Amberpaw. Finally, he had a safe place where he could conduct his experiments, which occasionally would lead to unforeseen results, such as giving the clan mass hallucinations.
He was content with his new life, minus his apprentice, but after Loststar had left the clan and Calamityshrine became Calamitystar, Hystericplague was named deputy. A strange promotion for a strange cat. As deputy, it seemed he was always following around and cleaning up after Calamitystar, but, oddly enough, a friendship had blossomed between the pair. When it came time for Calamitystar to move on with his life, Hystericplague became leader. From medicine cat, to deputy, to leader, Hystericstar certainly had his paws full.
QUIETMEADOW ╳ MOTHER They have a rough relationship. Bubblechaser has always been chasing after her mother's affections since a young age. The only attention that Quietmeadow ever gives her, when she's not ignored, is harsh critism.
FAIRYSTAR ╳ FATHER Bubblechaser never knew her father, but she hold respect in her heart for him.
FLORALFIELDS ╳ SISTER While they have not had too many interactions, Bubblechaser disapproves of her sister's toy mouse and plots to get rid of it.
DAYDREAMER ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
FAIRYLIGHTS ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
SUCCULENTROSE ╳ SISTER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her sister.
STONEGARDEN ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
IDEA » Bubblechaser does something and someone reacts somehow. Things happen, someone dies, and a new friendship is made. Perhaps even romance will be borne out of this unfortunate situation.
FLORALFIELDS » Bubblechaser does something and Floralfields reacts somehow. Things happen, someone dies, and a new friendship is made. Maybe Floralfields will finally get rid of her toy mouse, or it will drive Bubblechaser crazy.
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IN THIS DARK AND LONELY SKY » OPEN Hystericplague begins preparations for surviving the cold in his new clan.
THREAD » OPEN This is where I would write a little description about the thread or who was in it, if there was actually a thread to show.
With just a single glance, it’s hard to understand why she received the name Bubblechaser. The color of her eyes - a beautiful blue that perfectly compliments the siamese blood running through her - could easily explain the ‘bubble’ prefix, but chaser? It’s not like this she-cat is extremely outgoing, not anymore than your typical warrior anyway. So, what was it that this seal-point siamese was chasing? Is it perhaps something that only she can see? Well, in a way this may be true. Once you get to know her, it becomes quite clear what she’s after: her mother’s affection. From a young age, all she ever wanted was the praise of Quietmeadow, her mother, but her best was never enough, and she was always ignored, or rewarded with the harshest of criticisms. Every word lodged its way into Bubblechaser’s heart, digging their blades deeper and deeper. The only thing that she could do was work even harder, pushing herself to do even better. Some might think that she’s too hard on others, but that’s nothing compared to what she puts herself through. In her mind, she will never be enough, and there’s always that whisper of doubt in her mind telling her so. That no matter how hard she works, no one will ever care. Maybe that’s why she strives for recognition, why she would do whatever it takes to gain the approval of those around her. She is a people pleaser through and through, even if her reasons might be selfish.
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QUIETMEADOW ╳ MOTHER They have a rough relationship. Bubblechaser has always been chasing after her mother's affections since a young age. The only attention that Quietmeadow ever gives her, when she's not ignored, is harsh critism.
FAIRYSTAR ╳ FATHER Bubblechaser never knew her father, but she hold respect in her heart for him.
FLORALFIELDS ╳ SISTER While they have not had too many interactions, Bubblechaser disapproves of her sister's toy mouse and plots to get rid of it.
DAYDREAMER ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
FAIRYLIGHTS ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
SUCCULENTROSE ╳ SISTER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her sister.
STONEGARDEN ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
IDEA » Bubblechaser does something and someone reacts somehow. Things happen, someone dies, and a new friendship is made. Perhaps even romance will be borne out of this unfortunate situation.
FLORALFIELDS » Bubblechaser does something and Floralfields reacts somehow. Things happen, someone dies, and a new friendship is made. Maybe Floralfields will finally get rid of her toy mouse, or it will drive Bubblechaser crazy.
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BREAK FROM THIS DARK AND ENDLESS NIGHT » OPEN Bubblechaser returns to the lighthouse that she had lived in as a Coast Guard member, but a storm prevents her from returning to camp.
THREAD » OPEN This is where I would write a little description about the thread or who was in it, if there was actually a thread to show.
In the frosty tundras of Winterclan, lives are small candles. Burning bright one second, only to be snuffed out the next. Weather is harsh, more so than the icy words of the cats inhabiting the clan. This was a lesson that Blizzardyrefuge learned the day he was born, when he lost his sister, Summerykit. It was a large blow to his mother, and one that the family never truly recovered from. That event splintered the family, and Blizzardyrefuge did his best to fill the gaps where he knew another belonged, but he had been a kit at the time, and he had not truly known what had been going on. All he knew was that there was a gaping hole in all of their hearts. Blizzards were dangerous, as his family had learned, and they tried to make sure others knew just how dangerous. When Blizzardyrefuge grew old enough, he started to spend more and more time outside of camp, making sure that others were safe. His thick grey pelt would protect him from the majority of the cold in most weather, and he used that to help others. Although, his words are sharper than his green eyes, and his emotions don't always show they way he means them to, this is how he decided to honor the death of his sister, and keep others from suffering from the same fate as his family. However, fate is a fickle and cruel thing. It was during one of his patrols in the mountain that a blizzard came, sweeping with it Blizzardyrefuge and his sense of direction. It was a close call, but he had survived, but found that he was no longer in the mountains of WinterClan. For moons, he wandered, trying to find his way back home, blissfully ignorant of all of the changes that his sister, Wintrystar, had made to his home clan. Until one day, fate wanted another gamble at his life, ending in a severe injury to Blizzardyrefuge's legs. Unable to go anywhere else, he had dragged himself to the border of FallClan, where he had to stay to recover. Being in the mountains once more is a nostalgic feeling, one that is often followed by homesickness. Would FallClan be his home forever, or would he one day go back to WinterClan? The more time passed, the more unsure he was of the answer. His legs would never be the same again, but he found himself wanting more and more with each passing day to return to his birthplace. So, when his legs had healed just enough for him to no longer be bedbound, he left the place that had offered him safety. The mountains are no place for someone who can hardly walk, however, and the journey had taken him much longer than he had intended it to. He had made many stops along the way, learning about different herbs from passersby’s to help ease his pain. With enough time, one of his legs had nearly fully healed, leaving him with just a single bad leg. When he had finally found WinterClan again, it wasn’t like anything that he had remembered. But it was home, right?
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Contrary to popular belief, Lorem Ipsum is not simply random text. It has roots in a piece of classical Latin literature from 45 BC, making it over 2000 years old. Richard McClintock, a Latin professor at Hampden-Sydney College in Virginia, looked up one of the more obscure Latin words, consectetur, from a Lorem Ipsum passage, and going through the cites of the word in classical literature, discovered the undoubtable source. Lorem Ipsum comes from sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 of "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" (The Extremes of Good and Evil) by Cicero, written in 45 BC. This book is a treatise on the theory of ethics, very popular during the Renaissance. The first line of Lorem Ipsum, "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..", comes from a line in section 1.10.32.
The standard chunk of Lorem Ipsum used since the 1500s is reproduced below for those interested. Sections 1.10.32 and 1.10.33 from "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" by Cicero are also reproduced in their exact original form, accompanied by English versions from the 1914 translation by H. Rackham.
QUIETMEADOW ╳ MOTHER They have a rough relationship. Bubblechaser has always been chasing after her mother's affections since a young age. The only attention that Quietmeadow ever gives her, when she's not ignored, is harsh critism.
FAIRYSTAR ╳ FATHER Bubblechaser never knew her father, but she hold respect in her heart for him.
FLORALFIELDS ╳ SISTER While they have not had too many interactions, Bubblechaser disapproves of her sister's toy mouse and plots to get rid of it.
DAYDREAMER ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
FAIRYLIGHTS ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
SUCCULENTROSE ╳ SISTER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her sister.
STONEGARDEN ╳ BROTHER Bubblechaser has not had any recent interactions with her brother.
IDEA » Bubblechaser does something and someone reacts somehow. Things happen, someone dies, and a new friendship is made. Perhaps even romance will be borne out of this unfortunate situation.
FLORALFIELDS » Bubblechaser does something and Floralfields reacts somehow. Things happen, someone dies, and a new friendship is made. Maybe Floralfields will finally get rid of her toy mouse, or it will drive Bubblechaser crazy.
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THE MOON, ONLY A BLUR » OPEN Blizzardy's plans to leave the camp are ruined by his injured leg.
THREAD » OPEN This is where I would write a little description about the thread or who was in it, if there was actually a thread to show.
The cat standing in the blush of dawn. Blushingdawn’s presence is one that’s hard to ignore, to be sure. From her flaming red fur, to the sure and unwavering way she holds herself, to her confident yet caring speech; this cat is one that stands out in a crowd. Perhaps, one might think that she was pampered at first glance, as sometimes her ignorance about the world shines through, but then there’s her eyes. While there’s nothing special about the light green color, it’s impossible to miss the fiery determination in her gaze. In some circumstances, they have been described as that of a wild beast with their fierceness. It’s these eyes that are able to sway others into believing in her. Yet, as wild as her appearance is, she has a very sweet demeanor and an absolute willingness to learn. Oftentimes, Blushingdawn will go out of her way to help others, and no matter what happens she maintains a positive outlook. While she very rarely mentions her past, her own actions are enough to assume that something traumatic must have happened to her. Why else would her eyes be so determined? For what reason could she have nightmares rather commonly? What could possibly have happened to cause Blushingdawn to not fear anything other than death? These are all secrets that she never plans on telling anyone. Long ago, perhaps she had been driven by a desire for revenge on her past, but she has since moved past that. Now, all she wishes for is to protect those around her and live in peace. What exactly that peace entails is a question that she is still seeking the answer for, but there’s no doubt that eventually, one day, she will find it. After all, her determination has led her this far, so there’s no way that she could stop now.
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Blushingdawn keeps the majority of her past a secret, and only speaks of it when it is needed.
Blushingdawn had appeared one day in WinterClan seeking refuge, though she had never specified on why, instead using the cold and dangerous weather of the mountains as an excuse. After a little bit, she had decided to make the Clan a more permanent home, and searched for any way that she could be useful.
IDEA » Although Blushingdawn is no longer a new member of the clan, she hasn't had the opportunity to interact with many others. She is in need of friends.
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A FLOWER BLOOMING IN YOUR FOOTPRINT » OPEN Blushingdawn tries to relax after a difficult night's sleep by watching the sunrise on a cliff and enjoying the tranquility.
THREAD » OPEN This is where I would write a little description about the thread or who was in it, if there was actually a thread to show.
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THREAD » OPEN This is where I would write a little description about the thread or who was in it, if there was actually a thread to show.
THREAD » PRIVATE This is where I would write a little description about the thread or who was in it, if there was actually a thread to show.
THREAD » PRIVATE This is where I would write a little description about the thread or who was in it, if there was actually a thread to show.
A tiny cat in a big world, with dreams just as large. Faeriefire has always been a little ball of energy. Brilliant, proud, and fiery; this cat knew what she wanted from life from as early as she could remember. Really, it’s a simple dream, but one that she doesn’t know that she will ever obtain. Even if she did realize it, how would she know? Her dream is one that isn’t entirely up to her, in its vagueness. All she wants is to be important in some way: whether it be to her Clan, to the world, or even just to a single cat, she doesn’t care. Of course, that’s not to say that she goes out of her way to please others. She may oftentimes be dense, but even she knows that’s not how to get others to care about her. Faeriefire is still searching for the things that she’s good at, as it seems her eagerness causes her to be rather clumsy at times. One day, she’ll find it though. There’s no need to rush to find herself, is there? Faeriefire is a small, mostly white and extremely fluffy calico with brilliantly blue eyes.
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As long as she could remember, Faeriekit had always been in WinterClan. She and her siblings were orphans, and did their best to take care of each other.
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