Claimer: This plot has been accepted by starfall / Fallenstar
Stella -> Nightkit -> Nightpaw -> Nightgazer
5 moons at start of roleplay
(Her page will be up soon, sorry about that. Traits would be: Kind, caring, gentle, shy, loner, worryhead, weakling, doubtful, easily manipulated)
Stella is a young kitten, living with her family in a secluded twoleg home close to the Thunderpath and forest.
Stella’s mother, [Frida], is a white young mother with just a few gray splashes between her ears. Stella, being a completely black kitten, doesn't resemble her at all. She was the only of her litter with such a coat, revealing how their [Father] must have looked. Stella’s [Littermates] all looked like their mother, making Stella the odd one out.
Stella’s owner was an old Pagan woman, whose religious Christian family no longer wanted contact with her due to her beliefs. Zöe, the old woman, was alone with just her cats as company.
She had been very surprised when [Frida] all of a sudden had turned out to be pregnant, and instantly decided she would sell the kittens once the molly had given birth. However, once Stella was born, Zöe decided to keep just her due to her black pelt. Her [littermates] were soon put in the newspaper to be sold.
However, Zöe’s old age got to her after having sold three out of four, leaving the weakest of them all, [Thorvald], behind. Zöe peacefully passed away in her sleep.
A few days went by, and [Frida] got restless and worried. There were no more food left in the house, and she still had two kittens to take care of. So she decides to do what seemed like the best option, and took the kits outside and traveled towards the woods.
They traveled for a while, not meeting any cats face-to-face, but saw glimpses of them in the distance. [Frida] was too paranoid and decided to stay out of their way. Thus without knowing it, she kept the trio from wandering into Clan territory.
After days of traveling and struggling to stay alive, the trio reached the sea, much to their surprise. As they couldn't go forward any longer, they decided to follow the shoreline.
Soon, they arrived by a river, and [Frida] decided it was a good place to rest for a few days. And so they did.
At one point, when [Frida] was out hunting, and [Thorvald] was asleep, Stella decided to explore.
This is where role-playing starts.
Stella followed the river a bit, and suddenly got the idea that she would catch a fish. This went wrong.
Instead of catching a fish, the young kitten fell into the river and soon got swooped away by the current.
As she unknowingly gets closer to RiverClan, she hits her head hard on a stone in the water, and falls unconscious.
Upon waking up, a [RiverClan cat] stands over her, licking the young kitten somewhat panically to bring her back to life.
Stella is alive, but weak, and with no memory from the past. It seems the hit from the boulder shook out any memories from the past, including her name.
[RiverClan cat] asks for her name, and when the kitten doesn't seem to remember, [RiverClan cat] decides it's best to bring her to the Clan, where the kitten is put into the nursery under the care of a [Queen].
Here, the [Queen] asks her name, and upon realizing the kitten has no name, the [Queen] gives her the name Nightkit, for her pitch black pelt.
Over the next moon, [RiverClan cat] and [Queen] takes care of Nightkit, assuring she comes to good health again, and at last asking if she wants to stay, where her answer is an instant yes.
[Queen] also starts to realize something is off about Nightkit: She doesn't seem to sleep, saying she's afraid of ‘Hawk’ who apparently comes to her at night and torments her. If you've read this far, please put ‘Night is so puny’ somewhere in your form, however preferably not in the other section, but hidden so it is not obvious to other appliers who read past this.This makes Nightkit stay awake for days before fainting due to lack of sleep, and sleeping for at least half a day.
In reality, Nightkit has a form of Schizophrenia, and has one voice so far.
Nightkit spends one moon in the Clan before she's deemed ready to become an apprentice. [Mentor 1] starts out liking Nightpaw, before [Mentor 1] finds it too annoying that the apprentice doesn't sleep much, and is fatigued and exhausted on most days.
Two more voices ‘arrive’ during this time, a good and a neutral.
Finally[Mentor 1] gets enough, and tells Nightpaw to find another mentor.
From here there's two options when it comes to mentors. Either [RiverClan cat] decides to take over, becoming [Mentor 2], or it's another cat who has watched Nightpaw for a while
Nightpaw developes another voice, taking the form of [Mentor 1]. This one shows itself physically to Nightpaw, making her confused as to who is who.
Later, [Mentor 1] doesn’t show up in the Clan anymore, believed to have disappeared. [Cat 1,2&3] starts thinking this was Nightpaw’s work, believing she has killed [Mentor 1], but [Mentor 2] knows that Nightpaw was out cold from lack of sleep when the disappearance supposedly happened. Rosepaw starts out doubting Nightpaw as well, and watches her from the distance, soon realizing that she's tormented by invisible cats.
[Cat 1,2&3] makes a little gang with the goal of making Nightpaw appear as a killer and bad cat.
Later, Nightpaw is confronted by [Cat 2] in the territory, and they have a fight, both of them becoming a tad wounded. Nightpaw returns frightened and completely out of it, and flops down into the apprentice’s den. Rosepaw approaches her and asks her what's going on. In a fit of blind trust, Nightpaw explains everything to Rosepaw, including how she herself is doubting if she killed [Mentor 1] or not. The voice keeps tormenting her and telling her she is indeed the killer. However, Rosepaw believes her and decides to protect her at all cost.
Later, [Cat 2] disappears, and the blame once again goes to Nightpaw. However, [Mentor 2] and Rosepaw stands up for her, chasing away [Cat 1&3] who is determined to prove Nightpaw as a villain.
From here on, Nightpaw lives in torment from her voices and [Cat 1&3], but eventually makes it to her warrior ceremony. Rosepaw sticks close to her still, supporting her through whatever obstacles may come her way.
This is NOT first come first serve, however if I find a specific cat perfect for a role, I'll be accepting them straight away
Roles NEEDED:
RiverClan cat - Has to be above warrior age
Queen
Mentor 1 - Player decides what happens to their cat, be it accidental death, kidnapping, or they've just had enough of Clan life
Mentor 2
Cat 1,2&3 - Can be any age - Player of Cat 2 decides what happens to their cat, be it accidental death, kidnapping, or they've just had enough of Clan life
OPTIONAL roles:
Frida - Has to be above 20 moons
Thorvald - Same age as Night
Father - Has to be black as night and above 20 moons, can be of any loyalty/home
Littermate 1,2 & 3 - Same age as Night, can be of any loyalty/home
I've been thinking of a future plot for her as well where her mother finds her again but Night remembers nothing and so on, but this all depends on the roleplayers if any.
I'd love for you lovely lot to take part in this, however I won't be disappointed if you won't ^^
FORMS:
WITH link:
Name w/link:
Role:
Other:
Questions:
Why'd this cat be good for this role?
RP sample (HAS to be from the main roleplays!):
WITHOUT link:
Name:
Role:
Age:
Gender:
Clan/Home:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
Questions:
Why'd this cat be good for this role?
RP sample (HAS to be from the main roleplays!):
Feel free to come up with your own type of form, but remember to go over these points in it ^^
Last edited by Spirit; April 11th, 2018 at 08:24 AM.
Name: Rosepaw
Role: Cat 4
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Male
Appearance: look at the baby
Personality: Rosepaw is never really satisfied with what he does, even if it’s perfect, he’ll continue to tweak it for no reason other then he didn’t think it was good enough. Because of this, he often goes out a night, which leaves him tired during the day. In the event that he does get enough sleep, he acts slightly more ‘feminine’ then one might expect for his age/gender. Despite always shying away from any kind of affection or complement, he still cares about the cats near and dear to him, even if they’ve done horrible things to him in the past.
Other: None
Questions: None
Why'd this cat be good for this role?: Rose has a big heart for those he believes have done no wrong, even if they’re mean to him, while he might recoil, he will always be kind and listen. Doubts can rise in him from time to time, but all in all, he tries his best to be there’s for anyone that needs him
RP sample (HAS to be from the main roleplays!):
Rosepaw was trying his best to push through the snow, the small apprentince’s belly fur scraping the snow, sending chills through his body. He had been forgotten the last time, forcing him to try and find the camp when he barely knew where anything was. It had left him upset, and he had been hoping for some kind of apology from Daisyshade. After a few days had passed, he assumed he wasn’t going to get one, and forced himself not to hold a grudge. He was slightly disappointed about the battle as well, not being able to participate, and just having to stay in the camp with some of the other cats. He had quietly accepted he was the apprentince that didn't matter as much. Phloxpaw was the better apprentince. She knew stuff, or, at least, that was what Rose assumed. Daisy would obviously prefer Phlox over him. Forcing himself to snap out of his thoughts, he discovered that Daisyshade had passed him, now jumping through the snow to try and catch up to her. How had he failed his first assessment? It hadn’t even been that hard! Fighting tears of frustration, he began to waddle through the snow. He was tempted to climb one of the few trees, but that didn’t really go so well, or, at least, that was what he thought. Riverclan was swimming, that was why they were called Riverclan, right? Skyclan climbed trees, though they were called Skyclan for whatever reason, not Treeclan, which was a more fitting name in the apprentince’s eyes. Finally getting close to the deputy, Rosepaw sped up, finding his paws stuck in some mud. He grimaced, quickly moving out of the thick substance, finally reaching Daisyshade, not knowing what would happen since he didn’t really complete the task.
Name: Rosepaw
Role: Cat 4
Age: 7 moons
Gender: Male
Appearance: look at the baby
Personality: Rosepaw is never really satisfied with what he does, even if it’s perfect, he’ll continue to tweak it for no reason other then he didn’t think it was good enough. Because of this, he often goes out a night, which leaves him tired during the day. In the event that he does get enough sleep, he acts slightly more ‘feminine’ then one might expect for his age/gender. Despite always shying away from any kind of affection or complement, he still cares about the cats near and dear to him, even if they’ve done horrible things to him in the past.
Other: None
Questions: None
Why'd this cat be good for this role?: Rose has a big heart for those he believes have done no wrong, even if they’re mean to him, while he might recoil, he will always be kind and listen. Doubts can rise in him from time to time, but all in all, he tries his best to be there’s for anyone that needs him
RP sample (HAS to be from the main roleplays!):
Rosepaw was trying his best to push through the snow, the small apprentince’s belly fur scraping the snow, sending chills through his body. He had been forgotten the last time, forcing him to try and find the camp when he barely knew where anything was. It had left him upset, and he had been hoping for some kind of apology from Daisyshade. After a few days had passed, he assumed he wasn’t going to get one, and forced himself not to hold a grudge. He was slightly disappointed about the battle as well, not being able to participate, and just having to stay in the camp with some of the other cats. He had quietly accepted he was the apprentince that didn't matter as much. Phloxpaw was the better apprentince. She knew stuff, or, at least, that was what Rose assumed. Daisy would obviously prefer Phlox over him. Forcing himself to snap out of his thoughts, he discovered that Daisyshade had passed him, now jumping through the snow to try and catch up to her. How had he failed his first assessment? It hadn’t even been that hard! Fighting tears of frustration, he began to waddle through the snow. He was tempted to climb one of the few trees, but that didn’t really go so well, or, at least, that was what he thought. Riverclan was swimming, that was why they were called Riverclan, right? Skyclan climbed trees, though they were called Skyclan for whatever reason, not Treeclan, which was a more fitting name in the apprentince’s eyes. Finally getting close to the deputy, Rosepaw sped up, finding his paws stuck in some mud. He grimaced, quickly moving out of the thick substance, finally reaching Daisyshade, not knowing what would happen since he didn’t really complete the task.
Name w/link:Tawnyflower Role: Riverclan cat/ Mentor 2? Other: If I'm accepted, I noticed it said the Riverclan cat could become mentor 2 if wanted, and I would like to become mentor 2 as well. Questions: Am I right about the mentor 2 thing? Why'd this cat be good for this role?: Tawnyflower is very caring and sweet. Upon finding the kit I have no doubt she'd do all in her power to help it. Since Night is so puny and young, she will be able to get over her initial awkwardness. Also, though she may have trouble standing up for those she cares about, her good nature would push her to get over this. RP sample
Other:
If she's not chosen as Mentor 2, she could also be the Queen. I'm planning to have her become pregnant sometime, so this plot might be a great opportunity for that.
Questions:
Will she get more personas as she grows older? I'm just interested in how her Schizophrenia will develop over time.
Why'd this cat be good for this role?:
I think Coralear would be good from this role, because she's always felt motherly over younger cats. Her personality suits the role well, and although Night is so puny, she would be able to cope with it.
RP sample (HAS to be from the main roleplays!):
As per usual, the tom-cat was out of camp once again. Sleep wasn't the reason this time, however, he just felt slightly claustrophobic after being hidden up in the camp for so long. Shadowclan had been so caught up with travelling back to their own territory, and then with the fight at the gathering; everything just seemed so horrible. Maybe Starclan was against them as a clan. It seemed that way at least, with all the pain that they were inflicting upon the felines. Shadowclan may not have been properly infatuated with the war at the gathering, but family members were slaughtered, and friends were relentlessly turning on one another. When some of the warriors returned to camp with their heads bowed, and sides heaving with matted fur; Lynxthroat almost felt bad for them, without even knowing what had happened. Some of the younger cats whom he had associated himself with had even got caught up in the fight. They didn't want to risk their lives, but in the spite of the moment, Shadowclan would always protect themselves before anyone else. It riled Lynxthroat up, because he wished so badly to be able to turn back time, and fix the whole thing up; but his brain was realistic and told him that it wasn't possible. That didn't mean that he wouldn't try though.
I guess you could say that Lynxthroat had changed a little after the whole scenario. Sympathy flowed more strongly through his veins, although it was still outbalanced by his hatred. He became more understanding of other feline's lives, and how much some of them had lost in the past moon or so. But, most of all, the bob-tailed feline had lost respect for the leaders of Thunderclan and Windclan, which was kind of sad. The members of both clans were undeniably strong-willed and powerful, yet their leaders had superiority; and they decided to use that superiority to get the better hand. Only, it didn't work out in this circumstance. If Shadowclan had been ready, and they had enough time to regain themselves after the flooding, then they could of fought back no problem. Most of them were still getting comfortable with Goldenstar's leadership as well! Gosh, it all seemed like it was timed to affect Shadowclan. Despite the fact that it had nothing to do with them.
Sticky mud could be felt under-paw, causing Lynxthroat's gaze to travel downwards. He observed the mess around his paws and legs, but decided to ignore it. Hey, apparently mud was soothing for paw-pads, according to some cats. And, anyways, it could've been worse. The tom-cat had stood on thorns before, so this was basically nothing. Dragging his viridescent globes up from the oozing mud, Lynxthroat came to the realisation that he was rather close to the border between Shadowclan and Windclan. Perhaps he should scout out the border, just in case the Windclan cats had the guts to push their boundaries. If Thunderclan and Shadowclan became angered by them, then they were in trouble. A lot of trouble. He decided for the best, and increased his pace to a steady trot; willing himself that this was the best option, and that it was a good idea for him to check for any dangers.
A figure of cat, or so he assumed, outlined by the moonlight from behind it. They were close enough to the border for Lynxthroat to jump into a jog towards them. He could've been running head-first into something he shouldn't be, but since when did that stop him? Legs extending, and air blossoming out from his tainted lips; like he was simply kissing the air. As he approached the feline, something hit him; like he had remembered something that had been lost. A smirk tugged at his lips, and a playful demeanour replaced that tensed-up one. His neck fur still bristled, signifying that the male was still a little scared, but otherwise his bodice was usual. Not calm: just usual.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here." The brute commented, now turning the earth up from underneath him. He stood a length or two away from the other tom, but he could clearly trace the lines of his frame without a problem. The feline looked well, he probably hadn't been all too active in the fight either; although, maybe he had just been exceptional at battle. His eyes were the same as when they had first met, and Lynxthroat could feel himself just trailing his eyes across the other tom's coat. It was odd, yes, he just felt as if he could let his guard down when he was around Addaxclaw. Nothing more.
Hums of passing insects and fluttering wings set the tom-cat into a trance of sorts. A peaceful abyss surrounded his every fibre, eyes shut in content, breathing minimising itself to a few wisps per every other moment. The crunching of vegetation underneath his mass was somewhat harmonic, as he imagined the bugs and crawling creatures to be squished by his heavy self. Probably wasn't something to be happy about, but Gucci was pleased by the fact that he would slowly be draining the life out from underneath him; just by sprawling himself out. That's how much of an impact he had. That's what made him feel the pride and warmth of self-admiration flow through his frame. With his limbs carelessly shuffling across the mossy body below him, Gucci let out a bewildering grumble. His chest puffed outwards, before nestling back into its usual position, a deep sigh having escaped from those enchanting lips mere moments beforehand.
Gucci remained in a calm state, at bliss with the natural sounds that reverberated around him, and the sponge-like material beneath. But, his peaceful aura was soon broken by a voice. Or more, the hurried bounds that came before said voice. His front limbs shifted to the right, causing the tom to switch from lying on his back, to having his chest touching the earth. A soft purr broke through his form, a cheeky smirk clasping at his facial features. "Hello, darling." he cooed, resting his chin in between his paws. His two-toned eyes lit up at the she-cat ahead of him, as did the rest of his face. "What? Can't a cat get some peace and quiet 'round here?" He responded to her; voice soft, and laced with humour. Gucci's ears flicked ever-so-often, his eyelashes batting subconsciously.
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honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know
i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door
@mompaws I'll go ahead and accept Coralear as the queen, since I'm waiting for a specific cat to reply for mentor 2, but if said person doesn't want to apply after all, I might as well accept her as Mentor 2 a well.
She'll definitely develop more voices/personas. I intend on having her slowly defeat and 'kill' her personas one after one, trying to 'replace' them with kinder ones. Which also is a reason as to why she thinks she killed Mentor 1 and Cat 2, cause she tried to defeat these personas looking like them shortly before the actual cats went missing
@Spirit
Alright, thanks! I look forward to participating in your plot (:
Also! That sounds pretty crazy -- a good crazy, I suppose. I love how you've thought about this, and I'm genuinely excited to see it all play out.
By what you've said, I'm guessing she'll grow to still have some of the crueller voices, but mainly kind / positive ones. Not too sure; so feel free to correct me!
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honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know
i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door
Name w/link:Minnowheart Role: RiverClan cat Other: Minnowheart already has an apprentice, so Mentor 2 would have to be a separate cat. @Spirit Questions: None Why'd this cat be good for this role: They are very motherly and loves to take care of others, feeling that it is their responisbility to care for others. They wouldn't mind a new addition to the clan. Becuase Night is so puny (*cringe*), Minnowheart would enjoy taking care of her and helping her out. Overall, their personality seems to fit with the role they play in the plot. RP sample:
-Link- (Tried to keep it really recent)
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“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
The voices of the Night
