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Post by Kittensmew on Feb 24, 2018 20:47:23 GMT -5
PAFP means private after first post. So the first person to reply will be the only other person allowed to partake in this roleplay. Though, I may be willing to do different versions with others if interested. Just shoot me a pm if you aren't the first to reply and want to do a separate version. Plot Muse A is a cat from Oakclan, and has been captured by Duskclan, a rival clan. Muse A has been made into a prisoner of Duskclan, forced to work or stay in a guarded den. Muse B is a well known and loyal cat of Duskclan. Praised by everyone, Muse B has a self image and reputation to maintain. Muse B is one of the few cats trusted well enough to guard Muse A. However, with time, Muse A realizes that there is zero chance of escaping at the current rate. Muse A begins to attempt to manipulate Muse B into releasing them. The main method being used is attempting to get Muse B to begin liking Muse A. Yet, is everything Muse A says and feels a complete lie? You will be playing Muse B. You will be playing a male character. Please follow the forum rules. It will have romance, yes, but nothing overly inappropriate. I also want to sort of see where this roleplay goes on its own, meaning I don't want to have complete control over what happens. So I'll leave it up to in the roleplay as to whether or not Muse A is set free, if Muse B falls for Muse A, what happens next, ect. Please put at least five sentences in each reply. You may, of course, put as much more as you'd like. Your form can be as simple or as complex as you'd like. All I ask is that it contains at least the name of your character, gender, what rank your character is (deputy or warrior only please,) and personality. You may reserve the spot if you cannot get a form up right away. You'll have twenty-four hours to get your form up after reserving the spot. Smallstep Female 30 moons Warrior of Oakclan Currently a prisoner of Duskclan No mate or living kin Smallstep is a fairly friendly cat. She is never overly aggressive, but knows not to be a pushover. Determined to impress, she always gives her best in everything. If her best doesn't get her the results she's after, her manipulative side takes control. She tends to be on the quiet side, but is always willing to listen and offer advice. Most of the time she prefers to sit, observe, and assess the situation rather than jumping into the middle of it all. Although she seems perfectly sound, part of her is filled with a deep feeling of loneliness and not belonging.
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Post by Shortee on Feb 25, 2018 8:45:49 GMT -5
Mudwhisker Male 37 moons Deputy of Duskclan Mudwhisker is a large, fluffy brown cat with yellow eyes. To be brief, he's handsome, and many of the she-cats in his clan tend to moon over him. He's very strong and a good hunter, naturally making him a good candidate for a deputy until he finally achieved the position. Mudwhisker is good friends with all of his clanmates, but is incredibly cruel to outsiders. He always has ideas running in his head and is able to use them in any situation. He's always up for a good laugh. Kittensmew
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Post by Kittensmew on Feb 25, 2018 19:30:17 GMT -5
Looks great! Would you like to start, or do you want me to?
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Post by Shortee on Feb 25, 2018 19:30:34 GMT -5
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Post by Kittensmew on Feb 25, 2018 19:59:11 GMT -5
(Sounds good. ^.^ Sorry that it's so long. I didn't want to split it into multiple posts so you have a chance to have your character interact with her. You by no means have to make your reply this long. My other replies will likely be quite a bit shorter. ) A rather small cat breathed heavily, heaving a rock towards the center of the camp. She soon stopped pushing against the rock, hoping to be granted a brief break. From time to time she got lucky and was allowed a break between tasks. Her eyes drifted, meeting the gaze of a tom. Although he had never formally introduced himself, she knew that his name was Timberfur. With how loudly all of the cats around here spoke, it was never very hard to eavesdrop. Her mind traveled back to how she managed to find herself in this situation. She recalled it being a dreary day, the clouds threatening to pour down rain at any given moment. Her given task was to take an apprentice named Silverpaw on a hunting trip. Silverpaw's mentor, Dappletail, had fallen victim to some sort of illness. Rainstar, the clan leader, had insisted that Silverpaw continue her training, even with Dappletail unable to teach. "Smallstep, would you be willing to take over Silverpaw's training for a few days?" The question that had doomed her to this imprisonment echoed in her mind. Upon agreeing to this arrangement, the two cats step out to begin hunting. Smallstep had been crouching low to the ground, ensuring that she kept quiet. A plump and unsuspecting mouse had sat not more than fifteen pawsteps in front of her. Feeling as though she could already feel the snapping of tiny mouse bones, she prepared to pounce. However, all of a sudden, Silverpaw came crashing into view. Alerted of the presence of predators, the mouse quickly fled. With a sigh, the she-cat rose to her paws and revealed herself to Silverpaw. Her eyes examined the apprentice, noticing blood running down one of her paws. "What's the matter?" she questioned, tipping her head to the side. The air surrounding the two fell silent as the apprentice stared off in one particular direction. The familiar scent of Duskclan cats filled the air. Smallstep quickly lowered herself to the ground. She nodded at Silverpaw, silently instructing the apprentice to do the same. With both of the cats now crouching, the warrior began to scan the surrounding vegetation. Duskclan could hide, but for how long? A distant rustling of bushes made Smallstep jerk her head in the direction of the sound. "What right does Duskclan think they have to simply cross into our territory?" The hushed question came from Silverpaw. The apprentice was quickly silenced by the more experienced warrior. Taking the hint, they both allowed silence to fall over the area. Hissing wildly, Smallstep batted at a Duskclan cat, aiming for the face. They had come face to face with four Duskclan warriors. It was clear that these warriors had not come to ask for aid from Oakclan. The small Oakclan warrior managed to barrel herself into one of the attacking Duskclan cats, knocking the large tom off of his paws. This allowed her enough time to pounce onto the back of another cat attacking Silverpaw. Her eyes drifted off and noticed one of the cats simply standing there, appearing greatly entertained. She forced herself to refocus her mind on protecting the apprentice. After being thrown to the ground, Smallstep scanned the area with blurred vision. Silverpaw had managed to break free from the grip of a Duskclan she-cat. With what little energy remained in her, the Oakclan warrior called to Silverpaw. "Get back to the clan! Bring reinforcements!" The apprentice hesitated, then nodded and dashed off in the direction of the Oakclan camp. Silverpaw will return with the others. She will return. These words had been what Smallstep had repeated in her mind over and over as the Duskclan cats surrounded her. The cat that had been enjoying the scene shoved his way past the others, towering over the wounded warrior. A daring hiss escaped from the Oakclan warrior, which landed her a sharp strike to the back of the head. Darkness engulfed her as her head fell to the ground with a thud.
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Post by Shortee on Feb 25, 2018 20:11:57 GMT -5
(No problem! I enjoy lengthy posts If it's ok, I'm going to say Mudwhisker was the amused cat from the flash back because I think it fits him. If you want me to change this, let me know. Also if you don't want me to make random characters, please let me know xD ) Mudwhisker had already sent out patrols for the morning and was watching as cats walked out of the camp, ready to perform their duties. He sat down, thinking about what he should do. He decided not to partake in a patrol today, feeling the sudden urge to stay near camp, but unsure why. His eyes wondered camp, noticing the pregnant queen Flowerstorm staring at something, coldness in her gaze. Following her gaze he saw Smallstep, the cat they had previously captured, taking a break. Now this will be enjoyable. A small smirk appeared on the large tom's face as he stalked over to the resting she-cat. He came up behind her, quiet as a mouse. As soon as he got close enough, he said loudly, "This rock isn't going to move itself Smallstep. Get back to work!" His yellow eyes flashed, and as heard laughter erupt from Flowerstorm, his smirk became larger.
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Post by Kittensmew on Feb 25, 2018 20:34:06 GMT -5
(Both are fine. ^.^ I'll most likely use a variety of random character as well.)
Smallstep was shaken back into reality when she heard a sudden booming voice. As the previous silence was unexpectedly broken, she jumped slightly. She jerked her head back to see Mudwhisker standing behind her. Upon hearing suddenly laughter, her gaze shifted and locked onto an obviously pregnant queen. Despite the laughter, a clear sign of hatred seemed to burn in the eyes of the queen. The Oakclan warrior dug her claws into the soft dirt underneath her. Control, she reminded herself. Yet, part of her no longer cared about her own self control. Clearly most of these cats did not care to have her around. If they didn't bother to hide it, why should she have to? She returned her gaze to Mudwhisker, glaring at the large tom. An agitated hiss escaped from her as she rose to her paws. Compared to the tom, she was practically the size of an apprentice. She had always been smaller than your average cat, even other she-cats, thus giving her her name. "Then why don't you get that lazy, pudgy queen to come over and move it?" she snapped back, tail flicking wildly in annoyance.
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Post by Shortee on Feb 25, 2018 20:50:58 GMT -5
Mudwhisker's eyes quickly shifted from amusement to a cold anger. "Remember your place here. Do not speak like that or I will harm you. You are a warrior, a captured warrior. Even if she isn't part of your clan, you respect the queens. Do you understand?" His voice was unusually low and his claws had come out, sharp like thorns on a bramble bush. He glanced at the queen, signaling her to say nothing, and she obliged.
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Post by Kittensmew on Feb 25, 2018 21:03:54 GMT -5
Although Smallstep thought best to step down a bit, she refused to completely back down. "Ooh, scary," she retorted to his threats. They meant nothing to her. He could threaten all he wanted, but she knew that his leader ultimately called the big shots. I'll choose death before I bow down to you and your monstrous clan. These were the words she had wanted to say. However, she thought better of it and bit her tongue. With how cold this tom appeared, he likely would have killed her right on the spot if she had said that. "Whatever," she added with a snort. She flicked her right ear, obviously annoyed. The she-cat said nothing more. She simply returned her gaze to the rock, and began shouldering it towards the center of the camp once more.
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Post by Shortee on Feb 25, 2018 21:17:21 GMT -5
Mudwhisker was about to rake his claws across Smallstep's flank, and even though Breezestar probably would have praised him for doing so, he decided not to. A small breath he had not known he was holding escaped him, and he shook his head. She would be trouble. He turned away from Smallstep and walked away, knowing Flowerstorm would be watching her. He exited camp, also remembering that Juniperstep and Leapardpelt still remained guarding the camp, as Duskclan always made sure to leave some warriors as a defense. Mudwhisker wanted to get back at Smallstep for the way he spoke to her, and even though it would sound like an apprentice prank to any other warrior, he had just the idea.
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Post by Kittensmew on Feb 25, 2018 22:16:19 GMT -5
Smallstep finally got the rock to the center of the camp. She rested one paw on the rock, panting. Now what was she supposed to do with it? Her task was to move it to the center. Knowing the ruthlessness of this clan, she would likely be ordered to move it back to the original spot. Her eyes scanned the camp as she searched for Mudwhisker. She hadn't been paying attention to where he had gone off to, or rather, she didn't care enough to pay attention. Him and Breezestar were the only two that she actually took orders from. In her opinion, the other warriors were foolish to think they could boss her around. Sure, she was from another clan, but they were warriors just like her. To her, only deputies, medicine cats, and leaders were above warriors. Besides, she saw herself as above every cat in this clan. What kind of clan would purposefully imprison a cat from another clan? Surely Starclan frowned upon this. She could understand if a cat sought refuge in another camp, but this was not the case. A simple snatching of her was all they did. The question that continued to bounce about in her mind was why her? Was it planned, or was she simply unlucky enough to be the one present at the time? Another question that bothered her was where was her clan? Surely they couldn't just be sitting around without searching for her. A feeling of panic washed over her as she thought that they might purposefully not be searching for her. Although she could never figure out why and attempted to hide it, she never felt wanted or comfortable in her own clan.
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Post by Shortee on Feb 26, 2018 7:34:22 GMT -5
Mudwhisker found a very large leaf and carried it in his jaws as he moved throughout the forest. He made a bee line for the place he wanted to go, and made it there within moments. Now in front of him were bramble bushes, tons of them. He set the leaf down and carefully began pulling out thorns one by one. He did this for awhile, and soon he had about 12 thorns set on the leaf. He rolled the leaf up and once again carried it in his mouth. As he walked back into camp, a memory surfaced in his brain. Mudwhisker was an apprentice, Mudpaw, training with cats like Flowerpaw and Juniperpaw. He had defeated Flowerpaw in a spar, and out of anger, she hid thorns in his nest. A lot of them. When he flopped down on his nest from exhaustion, he was struck by dozens of tiny thorns. He had rushed to the medicine cat den, at the same time hearing laughter behind him. Although Mudwhisker thought of this memory fondly now, he recalled being infuriated and upset. That's in the past, he told himself. It was just a silly prank. Smallstep could use a little 'lesson.' He nodded to Juniperstep and Leopardpelt as he walked in, and was immediately greeted by Smallstep's wandering eyes. He quickly hid the thorns behind the nearest den and walked up to her, his head held high, making him look even bigger. "I see you've finished." The boulder in the center would be used for Breezestar to make announcements. He had told Mudwhisker that he wanted "to be higher up. My den is much too short." He looked around camp, wondering if he could think of another job for Smallstep. His eyes landed on the elders den, and without looking at her, he said, "I will escort you to gather materials, but I want you to patch up the hole in the elders den." (In case you want to in your post, just say Mud went with you to gather supplies Not sure if you're worried about 'controlling my character' or not haha)
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Post by Kittensmew on Feb 26, 2018 8:03:09 GMT -5
(Okay! Yeah, I don't want to end up doing that. ) Smallstep returned her gaze to the rock when she saw Mudwhisker approaching. She gave a small nod when he commented on her completing her task. They had not bothered to inform her as to what the purpose of the rock was. No matter. She was just glad that she would not have to move it again. For now, anyway. When she was assigned another task, her muscles screeched in protest, though she remained silent. Her being her, she always gave her best. This included in a rival clan. "Fine," she replied bluntly. Without another word, she turned and began padding towards the camp entrance. A wary guard shot her a cautious glance. Upon seeing Mudwhisker not far behind, the guard relaxed. "Oh wow, what an honor it is for me to want to be protected so dearly," she sneered at the guard as she passed by. When she entered the forest, it took all of her self control not to dart in the direction of her clan territory. Obviously Mudwhisker would have no issue chasing her down and capturing her again. With her weak state, she likely wouldn't make it as far as her clan in the first place. As much as she hated the thought of admitting it, she was worn out. If she were in a worse mood, she would have remarked about what they'll do if they run her dry. A cat can only go on for so long, even if they were a prisoner. Duskclan clearly tolerated having her around. Of course, not for her ever so charming personality, but for labor work. Her mind returned to reality when she heard the pawsteps of Mudwhisker behind her. She stopped and turned to face him. "So, what materials did you want, exactly?"
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Post by Shortee on Feb 26, 2018 11:35:57 GMT -5
Mudwhisker thought for a moment before replying, "Well their den is a log, and obviously we won't be able to find a sturdy piece of bark, so I'm thinking leaves, brambles, and some vines. I'll help you gather some, I suppose." He flicked his tail, annoyed with himself for offering help to the prisoner. Making sure Smallstep was in sight, he helped gather the materials he had listed. Once he gathered a good amount, he asked through the bundles of plants he was carrying, "Are you done?"
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Post by Kittensmew on Feb 26, 2018 16:24:25 GMT -5
Smallstep listened in silence as she was given a list. When the tom finished listing materials off, she nodded. Well, leaves were all over the ground already. Being unfamiliar with the territory of this clan, she thought of where to find the other things. She was surprised when Mudwhisker offered to help her. "If you insist," he replied rather quietly. In a way, this was a good thing. He could gather the materials that she was unsure as to where to find. That, or at the very least, point her in the general direction. She took a few steps forward, casting a daring glance back at the deputy guarding her. When no protest or snarky remark came, she assumed she was allowed a tad bit of freedom. Every now and then she would cast a glance back at the tom as she worked. Unsurprisingly, every time she did so he was either staring right at her, or surely watching from the corner of his eye. Her eyes scanned her gathered materials. It looked like a a fairly good amount to her. "Yes," she replied.
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