The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Subject: Re: Such wow much art Sat Nov 18, 2017 1:42 am
These are actually human character, I wanted to share them and putting them in a Warrior Cats AU is the only way to not spoil their plot.
Left to Right:
Lied Crossman
Lied- German for Song
Appearance- Barrel-Chested brown and white tom with amber eyes and rounded soft features. An 'X' shaped scar on his chest.
Personality- New to the world he is in, Lied is very curious, watched over by O'Neal.
Tiresias Paragon
Tiresias- Greek blind prophet, famous for being sarcastic and never having a wrong prediction. Told the future through birdsong and sacrifice. Turned into a woman for some time after coming across a snake.
Paragon- A model of excellence or perfect example.
Appearance- Small for his age, a gray cat with a white underbelly, one light ginger ear and russet marking on his eyes. Blind. Has a scar on his chest. Short, thick fur common among mountain cats. Excellent sense of smell and hearing, he'd probably get a headache from a gathering at Fourtrees if he knew what it was.
Personality- Easily aggravated, rude, determined, apathetic, clingy, protective, fond of kits, fond of birds (especially vultures). Absolutely hates snakes.
------- O'Neal
-------- His first name is known by very few, most of those who know him are dead, the two others in this picture make up the only living cats to refer to him informally.
Appearance- A battle-scarred tom with soft amber eyes. He has a white underbelly with ginger fur and a darker ginger stripe going down his back. Dark brown markings on his face.
Personality- Kind, strong-willed, quick to lead, protective, motherly, stern, strict.
Subject: Re: Such wow much art Tue Dec 05, 2017 12:33 am
I'm really excited for this to go into full swing, it's hard waiting for two more people, I think I might just close it now and start, what do you guys think?
Subject: Re: Such wow much art Fri Dec 22, 2017 10:34 pm
I'm hopefully going to go through with this but, here's the drafting for a li' something I want to do for Birchpaw. I'm also a nerd for greek mythology and a certain character in Antigone...
I'm the king's thirty second son- Birchpaw in pitch black looking nervous Born to him in thirty second's time- Silhouette of all her siblings. put born in quotations Born to him the night still young- Establishing shots of Leafbare Born to him with two eyebrows on- Birchpaw's differences compared to her siblings And that's all I was wearing- Show Birchpaw feeling smaller than the others When I woke up staring at the world- Birchkit marveling at the snow with Leafstorm
My mom had been around the graves of queens- Specklefang being spooky old specklefang But not at all a sex machine- Specklefang intimidating cats She liked to keep her body clean, clean- Spook mom working hard Thought the world to be quite obscene- Specklefang arguing and such But she retired to her chamber- Spook mom in the nursery with Leaf dad And we remain quite strangers- Birchkit with a different family
And to see me made her awful sad- the OG parents fade away And to touch me made her awful sad- Leaf looking between Specklefang and Birchkit And to see me made her awful- Birchkit being intimidated by Specklefang And to touch me made her awful- Birchkit feeling small again
I'm the king's thirty second son- Birchpaw among silhouettes of siblings And all it took was thirty second's time- establishing shot of some of them doing stuff But a spoiled little prince I was not- Birchpaw looking tired Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot- The low fresh-kill pile and burned trees And there's thirty one others just like me- Birchpaw fading amoung the other cats in tc There's thirty one others I can be- Flash between Specklefang, Leopardclaw and Blizzardstar There's thirty one others I can be- Birchpaw looking uncertain
Sometimes I'd stand by the royal wall- Birchpaw looking up at Highrock during the battle announcement The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul- Birchpaw smiling after her little "for thunderclan" spreads around
color is more vibrant
And I stood on my toes to catch a glimpse- She looks for Speckle to see her reaction Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin- Speckle not looking at her And she retired to her chamber- Speckle walks out camp And we remain quite strangers- Birch's happy look goes away and she slinks down
color dims
And to see me made her awful sad- Birchpaw worrying about the event And to touch me made her awful sad- Birch not getting sleep And to see me made her awful- Speckle's expression from the meeting And to touch me made her awful- closer shot
dimmer color palette
And one morning I woke up- The Sunningrocks battle And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus- Battling cats to each "Oedipus" Then one morning I woke up and I thought Rex, Rex, Rex- Birch and the rocks falling to each "Rex" Then one morning I woke up- Birchpaw frustrated in the meddie den And I thought Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus- Birch lipsyncs at first with worry and then bitterly Thirty two's still a goddamn number- lipsync with desperation Thirty two's still counts- lipsync with doubt Gonna make it count- a determined look on Birch's face Gonna make it count- Birch nods to herself Gonna oh oh- She gets up from her nest
To be continued
Future parts: during one of the thirty-two scenes, Birch regrets leavings Swoop and regects the ideology that pure-bloods are best and TC/Clans hold certain values over eachother (maybe include loners? ie. Artemis)