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This rp is in replacement of the prophecies. Since it was voted to abandon StarClan, StarClan has decided to observe certain cats to see if they have potential, which is why each of you are pinged with a specific “chosen” character of yours! You don’t have to participate, but if you do you will get a lot of character development out of it, especially for the next plot! Also this is a just for fun rp drama, this is not a rp to actually get the MCA position
It had been thirteen days since DayClan had voted to leave behind following their starry ancestors. Since then kits had gotten sick, but no clan would share their herbs now that they were no longer followers. The situation was isolating, especially when their allies didn’t have the herbs available to help them. That was until each went into their nests to awake just outside the starry gates of StarClan, a dimension of neither darkness, nor light, only lightly covered misted grounds.
“Welcome wandering paws,” A transcendent voice greeted them. Before them was a starry white and orange scottishfold tom, his eyes held a rare violet shade. “I hope you didn’t think too badly of us for you to cut ties with StarClan completely,” He said, a hopeful expression lit in his eyes, but his smile was cautious, uncertain. Still his optimistic tone was infectious enough for it to be hard to not smile back at, “Even though your clan has decided to move on from StarClan, I would still like to help you with your situation. No clan should have to go through their kits being sick alone. But I also must respect that your clan has chosen their own path, so I’ve chosen each of you for a compromise. I would like to teach you each a bit about herbs, if I see potential, I will try to signal to Brakewings that you would make a good medicine cat apprentice,” The tom explained, “Um… Is that an interesting deal to any of you?”
Post by ashestoashes on Mar 16, 2021 1:06:09 GMT -5
The white she hadn't been born into a clan, but as a barn cat. Her true love hadn't been a warrior but also a barn cat. Her kits she had hadn't been pure blodded but in the end were born in the clan. She lived in the clan, grew with the clan, left for a good time but even when she returned she was welcomed back warmly. Starclan was a belief she took for the fact she knew her Joel and her kits were waiting for her. The white she cat for the longest time blamed Starclan for it all up until recently. It took time but Orchiddrop realized it wasn't their fault but the fault destiny had in store. That things happen for a reason. Now however right after she accepted them into her heart again was she surprised to hear the clan turned their backs to them. This time she held firm to her strong willed belief in Starclan and wouldn't back down now.
As she heard the scottish fold tom talk she felt something stir in her. Orchiddrop was alone and had no kits nor mates to worry about her...or hold her back. Orchiddrop realized perhaps this was what destiny had planned for her. Without hesitation she stepped forward her blue and green eyes unblinking as she held her gaze to his. "If it's to help the kits, those who didn't have a chance or choice in this I'll risk it all. Kits shouldn't have to suffer from the choices of their parents. I'll help any cat whom needs help."
Edited Mar 16, 2021 1:10:14 GMT -5 By ashestoashes
Alright so I don't forget. Raredream chose Anti-StarClan because he believes in helping their allies and doesn't get why they should make cats suffer (ie the herb thing) all because of believes
Raredreams was weary. Never before had he been approached by a StarClan cat, and definitely not for this reason. He had no interest in herbs or healing, but...he cared for the kits of the clan and couldn't see them hurt. But his heart was torn. In one paw he couldn't understand the will of leaving others to suffer as StarClan was doing by outcasting those who didn't follow them any longer. In the other, he wished for health and happiness once more for DayClan. Personally, he'd chosen against StarClan, unable to accept their dismissal of the others clans and their allies so easily. "Why would you want to help us when you're the reason for all of this? You so easily cast everyone else aside and then expect us to come crawling back?" He sounded confused, frustrated, and honestly, it was the most anger he'd ever shown. Raredreams was far to quiet, patient, and kind for anger to ever really surface, but now it was.
"Wonderful!" The StarClan cat exclaimed in excitement hearing Orchiddrop's answer. He immediately turned to the others, eyes glittering with hope, but it faltered when listening to Raredreams. Still he never lost the flicker of light in his gaze, his hope still blazing, "My name is Soaringdawn, I was once an emissary in DayClan, an outdated rank that had a special, spiritual connection to StarClan. Because of the emissary rank, DayClan medicine cats like my sister Flyingcolors never learned to connect to StarClan and now Brakewings doesn't either since Fly didn't know. I know full well that DayClan wasn't given the best chance to succeed to StarClan's standard, they weren't properly guided, especially after SunClan enslaved us. But it's for this reason that I want to right this wrong. I want to give DayClan a chance to shine, to prove that StarClan deserves to give them a second chance. Does that sound good to everyone?" He asked, nervously fidgeting his white paws.
"Have you tried talking with Brakewings?," Yuccablossom's voice was pleasant, her eyes bright. She wasn't angry or looking for a fight, just starting an honest conversation in a way only she could, "It's not his fault that he didn't get the proper training. I don't understand how forming a group of cats behind his back to replace him is the answer to that problem."
Soaringdawn shook his head, "Brakewings, unbeknownst to us has been manipulated by a Dark Forest cat since he was an apprentice. He doesn't believe in StarClan, he only follows this Dark Forest cat. I'm afraid he's going to need a lot of people to come up to him to prove that he's been lied to and be a comforting presence for him when that truth is revealed. I believe that with all of your help we can accomplish that."
"It sounds to me like the easiest and most direct way to help Brakewings is to convince the cat who has been manipulating him all this time to come clean," Yuccablossom replied, the solution super easy in her mind, "I just so happen to have a Dark Forest cat friend who talks with me all the time, too. I can ask him to help us find and talk with the one who is manipulating Brakewings!"
