thunderclan
windclan
riverclan
shadowclan
nonclan
04♂ ▪ 04♀ ▪ 08 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
erminestar // lanky white tom with blue eyes and a twisted jaw.

DEPUTY
OPEN // this position is currently available.

MEDICINE CAT
finchfur // calico she-cat with long fur, a thick tail, and pale green eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

thunderclan reports excellent prey and adequate herb growth. dark clouds gather over the forest, obscuring the moon.
02♂ ▪ 03♀ ▪ 05 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
mothstar // small long-furred grey and white tabby she-cat with dark amber eyes.

DEPUTY
closed // this position is closed temporarily for plot purposes. check back later!

MEDICINE CAT
lavendernose // dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with cloudy blue eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

windclan reports adequate prey and adequate herb growth. dark clouds gather over the moor, obscuring the moon.
03♂ ▪ 03♀ ▪ 00∅ ▪ 06 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
whitestar // white she-cat with long fur, yellow eyes, and a scarred nose.

DEPUTY
OPEN // this position is currently available.

MEDICINE CAT
quillfrost // gaunt, medium-furred black smoke tabby tom with pale, clouded blue eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

riverclan reports excellent prey and excellent herb growth. there is the faintest twinkle in the starlight over the river.
04♂ ▪ 05♀ ▪ 09 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
rainstar // silver spotted she-cat with tawny markings and blue eyes.

DEPUTY
cedarclaw // large dark tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

MEDICINE CAT
hickoryleaf // brown spotted tom with green eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

shadowclan reports adequate prey and excellent herb growth. the stars glitter unreadably over the marsh at night.
loners
01♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 01 TOTAL

rogues
00♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 00 TOTAL

kittypets
00♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 00 TOTAL

awakened
02♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 02 TOTAL

NONCLAN ALLEGIANCES
AWAKENED ALLEGIANCES

ANATHAEMA V3
welcome to anathaema, a literate warriors roleplay set on an alternate timeline from the events of into the wild. we are focused on creativity. we offer member-driven plots and lenient application and post requirements. we also feature new concepts, locations, and dynamics that set us apart from other warriors rpgs. feel free to look around and see all that we have to offer.
(YOUR CONTROLS)

WELCOME TO THE FOREST, Guest. YOU ARE IN Guests.

CURRENTLY YOU HAVE MESSAGES FROM STARCLAN AND MESSAGES FROM CLANMATES.
starclan
skin created by STEVE ROGERS at SHINE & CAUTION. miniprofile by AMANDA at SHINE. the custom forum script is credited to BLACK. the toggle cbox is thanks to KISMET. pixel badges are by DANDELION. site graphics are by ELIAS. banner featuring HICKORYLEAF.
CREDITS
 
Reply
New Topic
New Poll

 Everything under the sun is in tune, but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
wrenfoot
 Posted: Nov 15 2017, 06:16 PM
quote
thunderclan warrior

N/A

5 POSTS ✥ $3
biography
played by coffee
strength
dexterity
07
18
constitution
intellect
14
13
intimidation
charisma
06
08
reputation
alignment
neutral
lawful good
lithe brown she-cat with bleary yellowish eyes


N/A





wrenfoot

matter of fact, it's all dark

pm
^
wrenfoot
 Posted: Nov 18 2017, 11:10 AM
quote
thunderclan warrior

N/A

5 POSTS ✥ $3
biography
played by coffee
strength
dexterity
07
18
constitution
intellect
14
13
intimidation
charisma
06
08
reputation
alignment
neutral
lawful good
lithe brown she-cat with bleary yellowish eyes


N/A





Spring Came And With It Memories
“the last white slabs of snow
melted off seven weeks ago.
and the geese are headed north again
through the tightening sky,
and i can feel my heart in my throat again
new onions growing in the ground.”
(The Mountain Goats ;; Onions)


The gentle brush against her paw strikes Wrenfoot with a powerful, twisting cruelty, and for a moment she is still. Standing motionless upon the thing, mindful of the delicate way it bends and is laid out against the earth beneath her weight. She hasn’t the words to put to the emotion it summons in her: A wretched tangle of thoughts and feelings twisted up in an embittered knot of anger, of sorrow—of surprise. How incredulous it is to her that newleaf should begin this way; a hairpin of green beneath her paw, rising out from the liquescent snows as though ignorant of everything that has transpired. How heartless it seems, that the world should grow warm and prey plentiful, caring precious little for those that lie dead in the wake of war. In the wake of sickness. In the wake of… something.

She had not known Foxthorn well. Had not shared tongues with him but once or twice perhaps. Yet, she struggles to think how it is newleaf spares him no thought. How the forest carries on without grief, undaunted by the senseless, meaningless way in which he had been lost. To disappear as he had, snatched up by the world with little left of him to grieve beyond a wash of blood and damp clusters of fur long cold without his warmth. There was no better word to put to it than meaningless. He had been so clever. So proud. She cannot fathom how quietly it was he went, how suddenly.

There is an ache in her chest that ripens like a pear, and her thoughts bend again toward kithood. Her mother’s voice a whisper at her ear, instructing her to point her face like sighted cats do. ‘I still will not see her, mama’ she had protested.

‘It is not the point to see her. She is our leader. Your leader. The point is to give her your full attention; to respect her.’

That cat, too, was gone now. Gone with the Sunningrocks and those cats silenced by greencough. The frigid air had long been void of their scent around camp, and soon fresh earths and flora would replace Foxthorn’s altogether, too. She closes her eyes against the feeling that wells in her throat, willing it to be quieted. For a handful of seconds, she is still.

Tonight no snow will fall on Thunderclan camp. The warm against her back will fade and mark the falling day, will rouse her again at dawn. Newleaf will arrive in full and kits shall grow forgetful of the tom lost to nothing at all, and in time her mind, too, will fade of his memory. As it will fade of them all.

Tapering claws bite into the earth with slow foreboding around the sprout, and there is an urge to tear it up that rises unbidden in her chest.

The knowledge of these to be strange and dangerous times gives her no comfort as she stands in this last dying epilogue of leaf-bare. She has never known a forest free of wyrdwalking’s influence, though she supposes that the forest itself can recall such a time.

Her mouth parts to give voice to a sigh.

It is not the nature of nature to merely dry up and die beneath the burden of loss. When fire scorches the forest it clears leaf litter and fells trees to give light to the undergrowth, and she reminds herself of the way some seeds must pass through fire before they will sprout (or so she recalls Finchfur saying once).

The reminder does not serve to mitigate the sting of barbarity that pricks in her chest, but she supposes that perhaps it is sometimes necessary to let oneself become cruel for the sake of strength enough to lift your head against the heavy weight of sorrow and exhaustion, that it is this prudence the forest whispers to her in the gathering newleaf wind amongst the boughs.

When she cuts her path across the wood again, the sprout sways back into place.

mentioned with permission :: finchfur
+ 674
BY MITZI
pm
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

topic options
Reply
New Topic
New Poll


 


 




SKIN BY STEVE ROGERS of SHINE & CAUTION.
TOGGLE
popout cbox
CURRENT SEASON: NEWLEAF
( 2MO OOC = 1MO IC )
green buds have begun to line the boughs of the forest, heralding the long-awaited arrival of newleaf. after a particularly vicious leafbare, the clans welcome the lengthening days and turn eagerly to the face of a warmer sun as the forest once again sets itself to grow.


deep in the meadow {warriors} The Warriors Forest
in flore