Happy New Year, MOT!!! We have an activity check up so please check that out to keep your account and characters safe. Almost all high ranks are filled, with just the Head Hunter remaining, so definitely look into applying so we can move towards holding our first Gathering! We are super excited with the activity we had been building, and would love to keep that momentum going into the new semester!
It is now Leaf-Bare on MOT!
The activity check is over! We have an announcement up here where you can earn shop items that would otherwise need to be bought! We want to welcome all the new members that have joined in the last week or so, and encourage all members to look at the open high ranks to see if any position catches your eye! We are more than excited to roleplay with everyone!
We hope that everyone who celebrates it has had a great Thanksgiving! This weekend we have decided to do some cleaning around the site and to hopefully make things a little easier to understand in regards to information threads and high rank auditions. To do that, we are doing a small activity check that will only last a few days so that we can implement those changes. Please be sure to post there with what characters/wips you wanna keep!
We've been open for a little over a month now, and role playing is beginning to pick up! We're currently brainstorming ideas of IC events that could take place in the future, so if you've got any ideas feel free to toss them at us. High ranks are still open with no current end date, though we've been getting a few auditions, so get yours in! Available high ranks can be found here.
MOT is now open! Feel free to stop in and chat with us, poke around, and make yourself at home! Here is the list of all currently available high ranks.
MOT is an original idea by halcyon, maleficent, and calcifer. the "warriors" book series that mot is based on is written by erin hunter. all images belong to their respective owners. mini profile by cosmic american at cttw. sidebar by brook. custom board rows by jawn.
His life had always been about duality. It just wasn't always the way people often expected. See, it wasn't true that he and Plume, a pair in every meaning of the word, were like two sides of one coin. Oh no. That wasn't how they worked. It was more... that they were one side. A singularity - the line between him and Plume all but nonexistent. That didn't mean there wasn't a coin though. If they were tails something had to be heads after all. It was just that that heads happened to be anyone who wasn't them. Them. Singular noun. A singular identity. Alone like this, Bloom wasn't an individual. In so many ways he was half a person. It felt wrong. Yet, he knew on some level that in itself was problematic. He was certain Plume hadn't realized truly what they were. That being half a person wasn't something that could continue forever. Their existence as it was was in jeopardy - approaching a line where, eventually, they'd go barreling off the edge. It was terrifying. Yet, maybe they needed it?
Bloom had laid awake, curled up next to his brother, kept awake by these thoughts for what felt like hours before he'd given up all together. Plume was snoring, but even so he was careful to extract himself from their pile. No sense waking him up just yet. Maybe he could be back before Plume even knew he was gone. He just...needed a walk.
He moved through the tunnels with absent familiarity, at ease in the dark as he made his way to nowhere in particular. Well, no, that wasn't fair. He had a vague destination in mind and the long furred tom was by no means surprised when his legs took him to a familiar place. The twins had spent a great deal of time in this place. It was neutral ground, which meant it was often either totally empty or filled with all sorts of interesting folks. Fortunately, tonight, Bloom found himself alone.
An hour or two was spent simply wandering around the familiar place, lost in thought. He lingered in the house of mirrors, watching his body contort obnoxiously and then picked his way over the tracks of what was once a roller coaster. From there he crept through what was once a strip of game booths, taking great joy in knocking over heavy bottles he found stacked there. Even that, though, got tiring after a time and, eventually, he found himself seated on top of a strange fake animal that looked vaguely like a deer. Bloom curled up on the carousel, slowly grooming himself as his eyes wandered over the faded paint and broken lights around him.
It didn't take long after that for the familiar scent, so much like his own, to make itself known. Bloom smiled faintly, wondering briefly how to explain his little night trip out to his brother. He should've known better. Even when he was feeling off he and Plume were always so in sync. Despite his concerns, the familiarity of it put him at ease. Without looking up, he gestured to one of the other weird animals connected to this contraption, murmuring in a parody of woe, "Someone broke off it's horn."
The first thing that was noticed was the obvious lack of warmth. A warmth that had definitely been there when he'd found sleep. A warmth that had been at his side ever since he could remember. Plume's eyes flew open once his mind was conscious enough to realize what the absence of that warmth signified, and his head snapped up. The emptiness of their shared nest was gaping, huge, hostile, threatening to swallow Plume whole. The tom pushed himself up, unsteadily, into a sitting position. The sun wasn't out yet, but he could tell that it was nearly sunrise. The others slept soundly around him, his amber eyes slowly scanning the den. But he knew better. He knew his brother wasn't here.
He wasn't panicked, but he knew something wasn't right. He couldn't explain why, he could just feel it. Something just... Wasn't correct. The twins had this sort of thing occasionally; Plume certainly knew that when Bloom was hurting he could... Feel it somehow. Feel that something was off. That very same feeling shrouded the ginger-and-white tom as he slowly, delicately, rose to all fours. He wasn't dumb; he could smell his brother's scent leaving the den. He just... Wasn't sure what to make of this. Why had Bloom left?
There was a nagging feeling. Persistent. It coaxed Plume out of the warmth of the den and into the chill of the leaf-bare morning. Instantly, his fur prickled against the cold breeze and his nose stung as he inhaled the sharp air. Well, this was certainly one way to wake up in the morning. If mornings were even your thing which, Plume noted gloomily, mornings were certainly not his thing. Still, he had a mission. Silently, his paws carried him in the direction his twin had gone, effortlessly following his scent. Bloom hadn't tried to make it a secret, otherwise Plume would have a harder time with this. That happened sometimes, when they used to play hide and seek together in the warmer moons of greenleaf.
His paws carried him up above ground, pupils constricting for a moment as they adjusted to the 'light' darkness outside. The sun wasn't far away, and this darkness was somehow different than that of the subway car he'd emerged from. For a moment, Plume simply sat and took in his surroundings, reorienting himself to his brother's trail. Once he found it, Plume began in that direction. Oddly enough, this path took him further out than he'd expected. The fairgrounds had been a place they'd explored briefly once or twice when boredom struck, but it was so far out of the way that they usually didn't spend much time here.
Plume continued forward regardless, and it wasn't long that his twin's scent warmed, signaling that he was close. His pace slowed to a casual walk as he moved forward, and there he was; seated atop a rusted monstrosity that used to be in the shape of an animal. Plume looked up at his brother as Bloom murmured something about the other fake animal's horn being broken. The ginger-and-white tom frowned then and gracefully hopped onto said animal, placing his paw in the spot where its horn used to be. "I bet it used to look cool," he remarked with the same tone his brother had adopted, that same mockery of sadness. The tom sat atop the animal's head, tail wrapping around his forepaws to shield them from the frost that hung in the air heavily.
His head turned, looking out absently at the abandoned... Place. Whatever this place was. They called it the Fairgrounds, but Plume still wasn't sure what that meant. A frown played on his lips as he remarked, "I bet this whole place used to look cool. Too bad it's all rusty and overgrown now."
Bloom wasn't sure if the anxiety that sparked under his skin was his own or belonged to Plume. There was no way for him to differentiate. No matter where it initially came from it was theirs now. They shared this, like so many other things, on a level that so few understood. All he knew was that, beneath it all, Plume was every bit as anxious as he was. Their mirror bounced back more than just appearances, after all. In the end, no matter if it was his own strange feelings, Plume's panic at waking up alone he was feeling, or a mixture of both that he was currently feeling, it was certainly his fault.
He watched himself approach, knowing exactly what his brother would do the moment he did it. It wasn't necessarily true that their synchronization took no work at all. Sure, the basics were there, buried deep in instinct born from moons of near constant presence. And, yes, some of it was just simply whatever weird connection they shared. But, taking to the level they did required some conscious awareness of his brother. Bloom wouldn't call it a thought, not exactly. It wasn't like he sat down and thought through each move he thought Plume would make - and he highly doubted that his brother did that for him either. Maybe it was just a habit? He didn't know and he wasn't certainly in the mood to dig into it either. It didn't matter. It was what they had always done and, most of the time, slipping into that mode was as easy and natural as breathing.
When his brother hopped up, Bloom moved too, hopping down onto the rump of the once horned animal. He settled there, his own tail wrapping around his own paws, eyes scanning the same route Plume's had taken. He took a moment, contemplating the other cat's assessment for a moment, before a habitual teasing grin settled on his face. "Kinda spooky though huh? Who knows, maybe some of the King's stories about this place are true."
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He watched his brother hop down from his perch and then leap onto the fake, rusted statue of an animal that Plume had claimed a seat on. Without thinking, Plume was moving, his paws delicately carrying him to sit next to Bloom, feeling the strange magnetic attraction that they both shared to one another. Next to Bloom, he felt complete again. He felt at ease. He felt whole. Having Bloom at his side, Plume felt like himself. He could feel himself unconsciously relax with the warmth of his twin returned to him, the brief oddness of waking alone this morning briefly forgotten.
He watched his twin as the other spoke, talking about the annoying cat who claimed to be the 'king' of their group (outside of the audible range from their leaders, of course). Plume felt himself move forward, closing the small distance between them to gently rest one of his paws over Bloom's, nosing his way under the other's chin in a brief show of quiet affection before he pulled away, voice a low mumble when he himself finally spoke.
"Something's wrong," he mumbled, voice soft, amber eyes on his brother. He was genuinely concerned, but at the same time the words were gentle, unaggressive. He would not force this out of his brother if Bloom didn't want to share it, but at the same time they... Had little to nothing as a secret between the two of them. Plume confided everything into Bloom and he hoped it was the same in reverse. "I know you're a morning person but you usually don't wander off this far. What's up?"
He didn't like this. It wasn't often that he couldn't tell exactly what was on the other cat's mind. They were a near exact mirror of one another, inseparable since birth, ever since their own parents couldn't even tell them apart from one another. To Plume, his twin was his world, and the world they had built around one another was all he knew. Seeing his brother upset about... Something was upsetting, particularly when he wasn't sure why. A small, ghost of a smile pulled at his maw as he remarked in a show of slight humor, "surely you didn't come all the way out here just to see if what the king said was true."
It wasn't unexpected when Plume slipped down with him. His body reacted long before his mind even fully registered what his brother had done. Melting against his brother was pure instinct. They were one in so many ways - not all of them for show - that boundaries, plain and simple, just didn't exist for them. Plume, nosed his way under his chin, an action that Bloom's body adjusted to with ease. His tail curled, head moving to rub against his brother's cheek as he drew away, knowing fully well that the other cat was about to speak a beat before he opened his mouth.
There was nothing probing in his shadow's words. Plume could...get aggressive sometimes. Jealous or irritable when he hit some kind of situation he didn't understand. But none of that was here. How could it be? They trusted one another implicitly. Plume had faith that Bloom would never hide anything from him. After all, they didn't work if there were secrets between them. Plume wouldn't lie to him at least not intentionally and Bloom had no plans to be the first to cross that line.
"I don't know," he said eventually, tail curling back over his own paws. His eyes wandered across the ground in front of him as his took a moment to sort through Plume's slight spike of worry and, of course, his own feelings. "I was thinking too much I guess. About the others." He glanced at Plume, a slight spiral of guilt worming its way in his chest. "I couldn't sleep so I thought a walk might help and I just..sort of ended up here?"
Bloom huffed, paws kneading slowly at the metal of the creature below them, before he looked over at at his other half. "We've...been hanging around them a long time now, huh?"
Plume's eyes scanned the expanse of rusted metal and overgrown asphalt before them, absently taking in details of the area as his brother spoke, silently absorbing his words. He wasn't sure how he felt about the sudden disappearance, about waking up to find himself alone. It had been a long while since he'd done that, and he much preferred waking up to his twin beside him, knowing he was safe and close and okay. He wouldn't lie, there was a slight bit of irritation lingering that Bloom had just wandered out and away without him, but it was overshadowed by the concern he felt.
"We've... Been hanging ... time now, huh?"
Plume's amber eyes turned to meet his own gaze staring back at him when he looked at his brother, head tipped slightly. "Yeah, I guess we have been. But is that a bad thing? It's enough to get you to run out here and be all weird." He was still trying to lighten the conversation, still trying to make things not so serious. He... Wasn't the best when it came to solemn conversations, even with his own brother, though no one else would ever get close to seeing him vulnerable. No one besides Bloom.
The tom took in a deep breath and stood,t ail raising as he stretched, claws scraping deliciously against the metal beneath him. "Honestly, you're being so weird about all this. What's so wrong with hanging out with the others?" He bunched his muscles and jumped down from the mechanical animal they'd been perched on top of, tail still raised when he landed and looked back up at his brother. "It's too cold to sit still, let's walk around some."
Bloom knew his brother wasn't happy. He could sense the mild annoyance beneath the surface of concern and he knew, in a way, he'd hurt his brother. Plume had always been the type to take things personally. Well, no, they had always been the type to take things personally, but Bloom was...better at repressing the reaction. He could recognize that it was irrational in far more circumstances than Plume could. Yet that didn't mean Plume was heartless. Worry was still the primary emotion in play. Plume meant well. Contrary to popular belief, they did generally mean well.
When it was clear that Plume wasn't processing their new friends the same way Bloom was, the younger tom let it drop. He knew that, on some level, Plume must know this was strange for them. He had to, right? It had always been just them and now suddenly they had friends? It was strange and it was strange that it was strange, but if Plume didn't want to process that right now Bloom wasn't going to be the one to push him to. This was...good in some ways. Plume thinking this was normal was good, right?
He felt Plume stand up before his brother actually went through the motion. "Yeah, I guess I am," he mumbled, mimicking the motion slowly. Leaping down next to his brother and walking past him, letting his fur brush against Plume's as he went, joking. "You see the house of mirrors yet? Was in there earlier and it was basically like having hundreds of us. Mirror me had our sense of humor."