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"This is easily the best idea anyone in the forest has ever had," Peachstar declared, in the tone of voice of someone that had just had the best idea anyone in the forest had ever had. "You know, we could really make a difference with this disco, Kerrigan - I mean, we'll definitely make a difference to Lucas, 'cause he'll be...dead," he said quickly, "but it could really be a positive thing for some of the younger cats. Again, aside from Lucas." He jumped down from where he'd just finished sticking daisies into the gaps of the treehouse wall, squinting as he admired his work. "Do you think I should have sprung for roses...?" he murmured, cocking an eyebrow in concern.
( To sum up the plot of this thread: BrookClan tsar Kerrigan and SpringClan leader Peachstar join forces to host a 'LGBT dinner party', or as they prefer to call it, a "gay disco". Through their numerous contacts and a healthy dose of coincidence they've managed to extend an invite to any and every LGBT cat in the forest! The aim of the disco is to help the LGBT cats of the forest meet new people and maybe even help some new relationships blossom...or at least, that's how Peachstar and Kerrigan are presenting it. The real aim is to draw the former BrookClan curate and noted bisexual Lucas out of hiding with the promise of free food, so that Kerrigan can execute him for the crimes he committed against the monarchy. But that's Lucas's problem - y'all can just have fun c: The party takes place in the abandoned (yet still very cool) Twoleg treehouse that Kerrigan recently discovered in the rogue territory northeast of BrookClan, which you can find a picture of here^^ )
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POSTEDJan 25, 2019 2:33:44 GMT -5 TO Misc. Roleplay
“They would have been a nice touch, yes, but alas, it is too late now.” The voice came from slightly above him, as Kerrigan worked to put the finishing touches on a decorative bundle of winter plantlife. She took a step back, admiring their handiwork. When she had found this place, her first thought had been to immediately annex it for BrookClan. It was the castle she had always wanted. Yet, the gods had told her not to act rashly, and, like always, the gods were right. This building came in great use for her in a way she could never have imagined. “It’s a little early though for roses, hmm?”
The Tsar’s lips twitched slightly. Her children were back at home, and this was the first night she had truly had to herself. She looked happier than she had looked in a while. Even though she planned to kill a cat in cold blood that night, there was still good happening out of this. She was glowing at the idea of it all, a truly radiant smile falling her face. Even her flower crown was new, made of freshly picked winter flowers. Not a piece of fur was out of place, and she looked confident and sleek. If she didn’t get a girl tonight...
“Your flower isn’t straight,” she then meowed before moving over to him. With her nose, she shifted one of the flowers of the crown she had made him for the event back into place. “You should really be careful, or cats will start to question my handiwork,” she meowed with a slight laugh, an easy laugh. This would be the most relaxed anyone but Glowstar outside of the Monarchy had ever seen her, more than likely.
“I think you’re right, though. This should do good things, more than just for us.” She let out a purr. “And our guests should be arriving at any moment.”
Streamwave : *I was one of the first to arrive. I greeted both leaders with a dip of my head* "Greetings, Tsar Kerrigan and Peachstar." *I said as I padded up to them, a smile on my face and my icy blue eyes shining brightly.
"There's very little straight about me these days, it seems," Peachstar murmured, snickering slightly. He held still for a second to let Kerrigan fix his flower crown, tipping his head back slightly when it began to fall into his eyes. Kerrigan was right, he thought to himself; this was the most relaxed, perhaps even most open that the tom had ever seen her. Granted, he'd only really had one major conversation with her prior to organising the party, but he thought he was right regardless. "Have fun out there tonight, tsar." Peachstar himself was taken and could never dream of ditching Fuzzyheart for some other tom, which meant it was up to Kerrigan to have all the fun for the both of them. He felt a twinge of guilt as he thought about Lucas's eventual fate; while the former curate hadn't been a member of SpringClan for very long, he'd seemed like a pretty nice dude before he'd gone absolutely insane and started carting all those stones around. Lucas had run away before SpringClan had been able to keep him in the confines of the medicine den, and though Peachstar was sure that any leaking of SpringClan's private details would be accidental on poor Lucas's behalf, he felt that he simply couldn't take the risk after the Clan's capture at the paws of SunClan. Thus, Peachstar had offered to help Kerrigan lure the former curate out, and try improve SpringClan and BrookClan's relationship somewhat in the process. Hopefully, he could kill two birds with one stone. Heck, he'd settle for one and a half birds, at this point.
His attention was torn away from Kerrigan when Streamwave entered; he couldn't stop himself from grinning like an idiot. "Welcome to the party!" he purred, dipping his head. "You're the first to arrive, actually. How does it feel to go down in history?" he asked jokingly.
Streamwave : *I let out a purr of amusement.* "It will be fantastic." *I replied jokingly back at him* "Well more should be coming soon." *I replied as I sat down to await more cats.*
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"I fully intend to," she promised with a wink. She was strongly against cross-clan relationships. Whatever happened tonight would be a one-night thing. Still, there was a giddiness to that, the fact that she might meet someone to enjoy the company for a night. Something that meant nothing but a good time. And, she would top the night off with one of her most favorite activities - brutal murder of a cat who had betrayed the Monarchy. She honestly couldn't think of a better way to spend her evening.
Her ears pricked at the sound of footsteps, and she jumped back away from the tom. She also fully intended on being considered the host with the most of tonight's events, which meant that she had to be absolutely dazzling to each of their guests. Peachstar probably didn't realize it was a competition, but the she-cat enjoyed having several motivations at once.
"Welcome to the party," she greeted in a soft, enchanting voice. She smiled widely at the WaterClan cat, despite the tension she had created with WaterClan at the gathering. "I'm incredibly glad that you could make it." She then glanced over to Peachstar. "At least this thing won't be a bust," she whispered, before turning back to Streamwave. "How was your walk over here?"
Solsticestar looked almost dazed as she arrived. The pansexual cat glanced around, trying to find Kerrigan. She waved her tail at the tsar as she padded towards her, humming happily. The earthclan leader wasn't exactly out, though she didn't hide it either. She had arrived with Sammy, the gay tom she had met from Brookclan. The tom gave a gentle smile to his sister.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 25, 2019 21:47:49 GMT -5
Pixiedust had debated heavily on whether or not to come to this strange cross clan gathering for cats like her. It made her nervous to be in territory that was not Springclan and she wasn't really sure what to expect. The pretty orange Springclan she-cat entered the area to see her leader sitting near Karrigan. What a strange alliance, she thought to herself quietly before slinking over. Pixiedust had never really been out despite the natural social butterfly in her. "Hi," she meowed with uncharacteristic shyness to the other cats.
Chance glanced around warily before entering, green and blue eyes betraying caution. The black-and-white DayClan warrior had always been adventurous, but since being kidnapped as an apprentice, they weren't so much anymore. Still, they couldn't resist the promise of possibly meeting other cats like them.
It was astonishing that Littlefang and Quietsnow even showed up. The former was reserved and hot-headed, a classic social outcast, and the latter was shy and as quiet as her name suggested. Yet the NightClan sisters were both curious as to how many cats would come. Quietsnow pawed at the ground for a moment before timidly approaching Pixiedust. The fluffy snow-white she-cat dipped her head and murmured, "Um, hello."
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 26, 2019 11:57:51 GMT -5
Paradise was practically bursting with energy as she arrived, a few steps ahead of Killian and already giggling with mirth at the idea of meeting with toms and she-cats of all shapes and sizes. For the world, she wouldn't miss this chance to find her true love. The pretty longhaired calico rose on her back paws, dancing around at the mere idea of finding her perfect match. Kerrigan wouldn't approve, but her mother would understand, wouldn't she? She'd have to.
Killian, unlike the Kadet, however, hung back a bit, for the first time in a long while, feeling a bit uncomfortable. The blind Dvorayne ran a paw over his head, awkwardly wondering if he looked okay. Paradise had assured him he was quote unquote "hot", but she she-cat was always overly nice and flirtatious, so he wasn't sure how much faith to put in her judgement at this moment. If nothing else, the BrookClan tom hoped to find a nice tom to spend the night with. Still, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at the thought of being rejected. He hadn't been born male, and though he'd never had anything but support from his family and clanmates, those outside BrookClan were foreign to him, and he was unsure of himself. Reminding himself that if anything, these were the cats who should support him most, the slim bengal took a deep breath and forced a smile, the expression bright and hinting at an inner wildness as his ears twitched, listening to the sounds of growing conversation between those present.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 26, 2019 12:50:06 GMT -5
Pixiedust looked over at the fluffy white she-cat who approached her and recognized the nightclan smell clinging to her, but she viewed Nightclan as at the very least non threatening these days since Burningstar had sacrificed a life to help her clan. "Hi, I'm Pixiedust." The orange tabby introduced herself with a friendly smile.
Valerian was a quiet and soft spoken guider of the regime, would he really be welcome at this party? According to the invitation he had received it was for cats like him and he was very secretive about the fact he liked toms so he wasn't entirely sure how these cats had found out. The long furred black tom looked around curiously at the throng of cats mixing and mingling. The regime wasn't exactly a party group and he didn't want to disappoint his mother.
"I fully intend to," she promised with a wink. She was strongly against cross-clan relationships. Whatever happened tonight would be a one-night thing. Still, there was a giddiness to that, the fact that she might meet someone to enjoy the company for a night. Something that meant nothing but a good time. And, she would top the night off with one of her most favorite activities - brutal murder of a cat who had betrayed the Monarchy. She honestly couldn't think of a better way to spend her evening.
Her ears pricked at the sound of footsteps, and she jumped back away from the tom. She also fully intended on being considered the host with the most of tonight's events, which meant that she had to be absolutely dazzling to each of their guests. Peachstar probably didn't realize it was a competition, but the she-cat enjoyed having several motivations at once.
"Welcome to the party," she greeted in a soft, enchanting voice. She smiled widely at the WaterClan cat, despite the tension she had created with WaterClan at the gathering. "I'm incredibly glad that you could make it." She then glanced over to Peachstar. "At least this thing won't be a bust," she whispered, before turning back to Streamwave. "How was your walk over here?"
Streamwave: *I smiled at the Tsar. Dispite everything both Clans had gone through, I replied respectfully.* "I found it fasinating."
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"Very good," meowed the she-cat before glancing around as cats started to enter in. "Well, now that the party is starting, I'll let you socialize." She Smiled at Streamwave before scanning the room again. There were plenty of cats here that she was interested in making her rounds to, and if she was going to do it, it had better be before the main event showed up.
She made her way towards Solsticestar next, the smile on her face never leaving. "Glad you could make it to the party," she meowed, voice as charming as ever. "I was worried you wouldn't make it." She had invited her neighbor knowing that it could cause some conflict if she wasn't ready to out herself, but she wasn't lying when she said she was happy Solsticestar could make it.
The earthclan leader gave a warm smile to the Tsar in response. "I'm happy to be here." She wasn't lying either, though Solsticestar had always been one to be ever sincere with her words.
Scatteredstar entered the scene quietly. It had not been easy to find someone to take charge of FallClan while she was gone, but she really had wanted to meet more cats like her. She shook out her ginger tabby and white coat and glanced about curiously, her golden-amber eyes glinting.
Littlefang gave a curious glance at Paradise, green eyes illuminated with interest. She wondered why this cat seemed so giddy. The small brown-and-white tabby didn't like the idea of just waltzing up to someone and introducing herself, but if even her shy twin could do it, so could she. So she sauntered up to Paradise and spoke her mind, blurting out, "You look radiant." It was true; the calico seemed to be shining with glee.
Quietsnow offered a shy smile to Pixiedust. "I'm Quietsnow. It's nice to meet you." Looking down at her paws instinctively, she frantically racked her mind for something to say. "Um, what brings you here today?"
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Another cat padded into the room, her eyes vibrant. It had been a while since Shae had been actively in the game. She had been nursing a wound since Genesis had left her for a man. When the invite came her way, she decided she had nothing to lose. The glass-blue eyed cat twitched her whiskers, before strolling up to the nearest other lady. It happened to be Scatteredstar.
The small brown tabby with the burnt left side of her face offered a smile to her, although the smile really only touched one side. That was the problem with her burns; they limited motion to one side of the face, even though it had been moons and moons since the accident. "Do I know you from somewhere?" she asked, although the only reason that she might was because she was inadvertantly walked up to a leader. The Absum Lux former general's eyes flashed. "Maybe from heaven, where you look like you fell from." She then laughed. "Sorry, that was a little heavy. I'm Shae."
Kerrigan smiled at the EarthClan leader. "I'm glad you're here too," she meowed before glancing around. "Are you ready to mingle?"
The tom looked embarassed as he walked up to Killian. He was a shy sort, and parties were not necessarily his style. His sister, Juniperslate, had convinced him he needed to go. She wasn't often a cat who took much fun in play, so when she told him that it was a good idea, he had to listen. Still, that didn't make Raspberrybramble particularly comfortable about this. "Hey," the tom meowed awkwardly. "You look like you could use some company?" The grey tom meowed, shifting his weight again.
Peachstar smiled idly to himself as the party began to start up, watching the guests begin to mingle with each other. Most of his contact with any Clans beside his own lately had either been during conflict or captivity, neither of which he particularly enjoyed. He slipped away from the crowd and bounded up to the uppermost level of the treehouse, skillfully climbing up onto the roof and scanning the forest that stretched out before him. There was no sign of Lucas yet, but Peachstar wasn't worried. That idiot'll come, I'm sure of it...
A few short minutes after Peachstar left, Ribbondance arrived. The EarthClan she-cat briefly scanned the crowd for any faces she knew, quickly realising she didn't recognise anyone there except for the Clan leaders. "Perfect," she murmured under her breath, making her way through the crowd in an aimless circle. "A clean slate is best, after all...'
Scatteredstar turned to face the new arrival in surprise. She felt her ears warm a bit at the remark and was glad for the calm being leader had instilled in her. "A kind compliment, especially from one such as yourself." She remarked warmly. "My name is Scatteredstar. Might you have seen me at a gathering?"
Paradise rose on her hind paws, winking as she spun around in a circle to give Littlefang a better view. Landing lightly on her paws once more, she smiled brightly at the she-cat, eyeing her a moment before letting out a slight giggle. "Maybe, but I'll never be half as beautiful as you." She purred in response. Unlike a few of the cats here, the she-cat was quite comfortable with being forward, having no sense of nervousness when dealing with others, even her potential soul mate. As such, it was rather easy to think of something to say, and she wasn't lying either. She liked the feline's spiky head and willingness to speak first, and she was indeed rather pretty, at least to the Kadet's eye.
Killian's face warmed at the tom's approached, sputtering for a moment. Despite coming to this party with the intent of meeting with a tom, if only for a night, he had half expected to spend the time alone. Maybe this cat wasn't talking to him? The blind tom's mind scrambled to make sense of it, and he turned fully to face the voice, smiling despite himself. "Uhm, I mean, er, uh... Yeah, I'd love some." Smooth, Killian, smooth. He chided himself, suddenly wanting to throw himself into the nearest river after that embarrassing performance.
Pyremortality felt a touch out of place among the rest of the cats. Her pelt had mixed scent, of fading WaterClan and growing DayClan, opposite to how it had been many seasons before. Her face was filled out now, mostly, though it was still a touch thinner than it ought to be, even for a cat braving DayClan's leafbares. Given the smell of her former clan stubbornly clinging to her pelt, maybe it wasn't that surprising after all, as the clan was recovering from the sickness that had killed or driven away most, herself included. All the same, she forced herself to take a deep breath, shaking off her doubt, and striding into the throng, her eye catching that of Kerrigan and Solsticestar, who she turned to almost immediately, catching the BrookClan Tsar's last comment. "I hope so, because I know there's cats waiting to chat with you. Myself included." The shorthaired cream and white tabby replied, the corner of her mouth turning up into the telltale smirk of her mother, Foxstar, though it lacked any malicious intent behind it. She was the Priestess eldest child, a product of the she-cat's time in DayClan, though her father had been a WaterClan tom, rather than Deal, as she'd been lead to believe in her youth.
