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Okay, I did one of these in EarthClan and I'd like to bring it back. It's simple but if you need a better explanation, feel free to message me. The goal of this thread is to encourage role-playing between queens, kits, elders, and prisoners. All positions that don't see much action since they're basically stuck in the camp. Other positions such as soldiers and, barons and the rest of the clan are allowed in this thread as well. Now, this role play style is set up similar to that of the gatherings but is limited to inside the camp only. If your role play in this thread starts to deter to outsideof camp you'll be asked to create a new thread in WIC's forum and role play there to prevent cluttering this one or making this one hard to understand.
This role play style will be set up like so: LOCATION IN CAMP (such as the nursery, medicine cat den, any den, center of camp, near the freshkill pile, etc.) Role play
Here's an example: Pao's post NURSERY Polarkit searched the area for his mother. Curious as to where she'd gone off to today and if she'd be teaching them anything new.
a different post following it NEAR THE FRESHKILL PILE The apprentice moved slowly and tiredly to the pile of prey, intent on finding breakfast.
CENTER OF CAMP Wintrystar, the new and young leader of WinterClan, rested in the center of camp. Her eyes lazily followed each cat, some hard at work ad others relaxing or enjoy lunch. The sun was high in the sky, but hidden by clouds that passed by ever so often. Overall, it was a nice day. Snow littered the ground, and she rested in a patch of it, content with the cold underneath her belly. Soon she would have to make sure that all the pathways to each den were cleared away by the prisoners, those in the nursery were cared for, and the patrols sent out.
Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
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Post by Spiderheart on Dec 6, 2019 19:19:48 GMT -5
FRESH KILL PILE Snakecharm sat beside the fresh kill pile, his eyes narrowed as they took in his clanmates around the clearing, a paw fumbling with a bone he had pulled out of the pile.
NURSERY Polarkit had nothing to do. Mother hadn't called them for training yet and the tom was at a lost as to what to do with his free time. The ever-loyal fluffball sat near the entrance to the nursery, watching as cats moved from here to there. His eyes followed, and yet his paws never once moved. Having found a beetle in the den, Frigidkit followed it around, curious as to what the creature was. He was young, one of the youngest in the den and didn't know any better. The orange and white tom chased after the fast little thing towards the entrance to the den, paying no mind to who was in his way or even where he was going.
FRESHKILL PILE Pineflurry shuffled his way towards the pile of prey, intent on finding lunch. The tom had been out earlier, patrolling with a group and had just returned. Spotting another near the pile he made his way over. "Afternoon." Pulling the nearest bit of prey towards him, the black and white tom offered part of the bird to the other cat. "Wanna share?"
NURSERY Crimsonrose had been walking by when Pinekit crashed into her legs. The fearsome ginger she cat looked down, putting on a stern face, "You know," She said scooping up the beetle with one paw and holding it up. "A hunter needs to be aware of his surroundings when he chases his quarry," She said whiskers twitching. "You never know if whatever might be nearby could hinder your hunt..." She then tossed the beetle to the ground the bug landing on it's back struggling to recover. "Or whether you might get an assist." She said chuckling, waiting to see if Pinekit would seize the opportunity to catch the bug.
CENTER OF CAMP Wintrystar stretched from her position, eyeing the rest of camp. She had a few more minutes before she needed to get things going. Maybe she'd go looking for Stormyblizzard to help her. If nothing else, the deputy was good company.
NURSERY Frigidkit grinned at the older cat. "Wanna help? I'm trying to catch that beetle." The small tom used his tail to point towards his prey, the beetle that was scurrying away. Realizing his prize was escaping the orange and white kit hurried after it. "Wait bug!"
STUDENT'S DEN Having woken up from a light nap thanks to the loudness of the camp, Frozenpaw glanced around the den, her lazy gaze taking in the sight of a near empty den. There were still a few bodies napping around, most likely from a long day of training. The she-cat's dull green eyes slowly closed as she began to lull herself back to sleep, her ears twitching at the sound of loud kits playing. There was no need for her to go out right now and no one would miss her if she took a couple more minutes of rest.
CAMP ENTRANCE Lionwhisper laid quietly in the snow, his bright amber eyes locked onto the camp entrance. An intense look laid silently across the tom's naturally intimidating expression. He was a rather large cat, one of the largest Soldiers Winterclan had. His large statue alone made of most of his intimidating factor, but his stern face definitely took the icing on top. He watched on quietly, awaiting the sight of his sister, Foxleap. The two were set to meet after her hunting trip, but she had yet to come back. Concern riddled his expression yet he remained stoic and calm as he sat waiting...
Whoever related winter to a wonderland never had to shovel
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Post by Zacharie on Dec 14, 2019 9:07:01 GMT -5
CENTER OF CAMP
Warden trudged out of the prisoners den, blinking in the bright sun. He was still new to this camp so he wasn't exactly friendly; all he did was help with labour when called upon. The white Norwegian Forest cat still had healing scars from his battle with the clan cat Frostcloud before she took him in as a prisoner, the clawmarks near his eye and the ripped ear were still red underneath his long white fur- not only that, but his shoulder was still buggered from the fight too. She targeted an old, permanent wound of his and he wasn't sure if she made it worse or not. It was healing, sure, but slowy- she really did a number on it. Warden walked forward through the beginnings of a snow layer. He eyeballed the prey pile, but didn't go towards it because he wasn't feeling hungry at the moment. Instead, he noted that the snow was going to become thicker, and more troublesome. Not only were the darker clouds nearby very telling, but the air was starting to become more frigid. "Sumthin' needs to be done 'bout this," He said to himself, looking at the dens. He knew the labours in camp included clearing pathways, especially at the beginnings of a snowfall to keep up with it, but he didn't care enough to do anything about it unless asked to. He just wanted to be left alone to soak up the sun between bouts of snowfall.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2019 20:20:58 GMT -5
CAMP ENTRANCE
"We're looking rather troubled today, Lionwhisper?" She had guts, far too many to let him sit there with such a stern look on his face and not do anything about it. The auburn soldier named Designerdarling sat down and swiped her tongue over her paw before rubbing it on her face. A somewhat playful smile played on her lips and tongue, "What's got you all wrapped up?"
A voice broke Lionwhisper's intense concentration, his amber eyes turning to find the face it belonged to. He offer a very small smile and a polite nod before responding "No trouble at all." His voice was surprisingly gentle despite his intimidatingly large image "The hunting patrol should have been back by now, it has been longer than usual." He admitted, though not directly revealing his true concerns for his sister who was apart of said hunting patrol.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 18, 2019 16:56:53 GMT -5
Camp Entrance
"Hmmm." Designerdarling's brow furrowed, not quite believing Lionwhisper's story. Something was definitely off about it. "They're probably just having some trouble with the recent snowfall." Starclan or whoever knew it was hard enough for Designer.
CENTER OF CAMP Wintrystar spotted one of their prisoners walking around. Rising from her comfortable spot, the Sovereign moved towards the other cat. "Warden. The paths need cleaned." Her words were spoken with no emotion but allowed no means of excuse or protests. She took a seat, tail curled around her and eyes focused on the prisoner, awaiting for him to do his job.
Liminalgold glanced around the camp, looking nearly as bored as she ever did. Her whiskers twitched; she supposed that it was getting time to do something productive, but at the same time, she had no motivation to move from where her tail was curled around her paws. She spent more mornings like this than she would like to admit, slowly as she struggled to get up. Of course, it wasn't exactly morning, and by this time, she should have been perfectly awake. But, Liminalgold was always a late to bed late to rise type. Oh well, she was sure she wasn't the only one still groggy.
Whoever related winter to a wonderland never had to shovel
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Post by Zacharie on Dec 18, 2019 23:35:42 GMT -5
Center of Camp
Warden had finally settled in a sunny spot, his eyes closed and tail curled around him comfortably. When the Sovereign approached him, his ears went back and he opened an eye, studying her after she disturbed his peace. He stared for a moment before responding. "Paths, huh?" He asked, opening both eyes to look at her, but he didnt get up. No one at this camp had gained any modicum of reason for him to oblige them other than title alone, which to Warden wasnt much. He spat on titles and spat on their rules as much as he could, within reason of being a "prisoner", of course. He didnt want to be drawn and quartered just yet. Alhough, his grudging attitude made him difficult and a bit unruly. "An' if I decline?"
Lionwhisper noted the she-cat's expression, realizing in that moment that she didn't fully believe him, but was kind enough to not press forward. "That must be it." He meowed quietly, his amber eyes taking in the camp entrance with one last look before turning his attention to the she-cat fully "How has training with your first apprentice going?" He changed the subject easily, though his interest was genuine as he awaited Designerdarling's response.
