Welcome to Moment of Truth! We are a relaxed play-by-post Warriors roleplay set in a post-apocalyptic world. We feature original Clans in a unique city setting for a refreshing take on the familiar Warriors universe. In the aftermath of a devastating plague, humans have been wiped out and only nature is left behind. GlassClan, former kittypets of the city, are now faced with AshClan, wild cats who have travelled far and now call the city their home. The Tribe, desiring only peace, take shelter in the sewers and subways underneath the city. Can you survive in this new world?
The activity check is now over!!! Accounts that didn't reply have been moved to the inactive member group, but feel free to message staff if you want to be moved back!! Two high ranks have opened, deputy and medicine cat in AshClan! Please consider applying! Gatherings won't occur until high ranks are filled!
It is now New-Leaf on MOT!
Hello everyone! We've got a new skin up, if you notice anything weird on the site please give us a heads up as we're still trying to tweak everything and may have missed something when moving to the new layout. We've put an activity check up that will be open for a week; please be sure to reply to this if you want to keep your characters! If you're unable to reply to the check or are having activity problems, please reach out to us. After the check and the old characters/bios/threads have been cleaned out, we will continue from there to grow our site even more.
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.
A favorite place of the cats of the Tribe was the luggage racks scattered throughout the train they lived in. It was far from uncommon to find a body or two curled up in the racks or limbs dangling over the edge as their owners dozed. On this particular morning, Bloom was one of these bodies. He was, uniquely, alone as he slept. It was a rare occurrence where one twin was assigned to a hunting patrol without the other, but it did occasionally happen. Sure, they functioned better as a team - they could hunt better together, but it's not like they were incapable of functioning in the solo.
Despite the mild anxiety he was feeling at the separation (or was it what Plume was feeling...or both?) Bloom had curled back up to sleep shortly after his brother reluctantly left. He was well on his way to sleep land when he was suddenly yanked back to consciousness by a loud metallic sound and the feeling of falling.
A sharp sound of surprised pulled itself from his throat, paws scrambling in an instinct to try and land on them. Behind him, the grate clattered to the floor without hitting someone. Bloom, himself, was not so lucky. Fur fluffed out in agitation and eyes wide in shock, he stared down at the body he'd landed on. Then, almost immediately, he quickly scrambled off, a litany of apologies leaving him, ending with, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
don't push me, i'll fight it never gonna give in, never gonna give up
Howl didn't make frequent use of his nest, often out for late nights and rising for early mornings. He seemed to run on little to no rest, preferring to stay busy rather than rest his body, but every few days he would crash, catching up on hours of sleep before tackling the next few days. While it would have been an exhausting way to live for most, he seemed to thrive off of it. That is, except when he pushed himself too far and ended up with the healers, but that was just a small downside.
He was sleeping in that day, sprawled out in his nest and sleeping through his usual times to begin hunting. He would absolutely catch up later, pushing himself to catch just as much as he normally did even with the shortened day, but sleep was much more appealing for now. That is, until he felt his eyes blearily open at the sound of metal moaning above him. The luggage racks sometimes squeaked as cats moved, but this was louder, loud enough for his eyes to fully open, start to look up, and then-
The black tom let out a oomph as he was abruptly squashed by a much fluffier cat, the clatter of metal falling some whisker lengths away. Howl took a moment to collect his breath (which was hard to do while being squished), but he managed to tilt his head to recognize one of the twins before the other scrambled off of him with a stream of apologies. Taking a moment longer to make sure he got his breath back, the tom shifted, carefully rising into a sitting position while fixing the other with a grin despite the new ache in his back.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" he assured the other with a loud laugh, appearing totally unaffected by the sudden wake-up of having a cat fall on him. There was no anger, only amusement towards....Bloom? Or Plume. It was hard to tell the two apart in the darkness of their tunnels. Either way, it was at least one of them. The black tabby shifted to squint above them at where the rack had fallen before focusing back on the ginger tabby, eyes wide.
"You're okay, right? I never thought of one of those falling! I'm glad I could at least cushion your fall though, huh?"
He may have been asleep before all this but now, with his heart racing and fur fluffed out like he'd touched a Tesla coil, Bloom was wide awake. Adrenaline was a hell of a thing and Bloom wasn't precisely the most adept at knowing what to do with it - at least on his lonesome. Fortunately, at the moment, he was far from alone. His focus was entirely on the poor cat he'd landed on. The twins may pull plenty of shenanigans but they never really wanted anyone to get hurt. Well, maybe someone they actively disliked, but that wasn't really the point.
Bloom's brain scrambled, trying to put a name to the face that was...grinning at him?? Bloom let out a breath, relieved that his unwitting victim seemed fine. And maybe even entertained with the circumstance? The younger twin took a moment, focusing his brain to pull out the name he needed as he sat, legs still a little shaky. Howl - he was pretty sure it was Howl - however immediately turned the concern back onto him.
It was a pretty normal response to what had happened, all things considered, but it still caught Bloom pretty off guard. He wasn't used to interacting with too much of his Tribe as an individual and he was fairly confident the same could be said in reverse. He was more than fairly confident that this cat had no idea who he was actually talking to.
"Haha yeah," he said, smiling faintly. He gave his own chest a soothing lick. "Certainly a way to wake up for the both of us. Hope I didn't ruin any good dreams or anything."
don't push me, i'll fight it never gonna give in, never gonna give up
While the ginger tom before him seemed a little off-guard and frazzled by the tumble he had taken, Howl was quick to most past his own alarm and relax. Unexpected situations like this were certainly where he thrived, though he had to admit, he did prefer such situations to occur outside of the car where he was sleeping. Ah, well. He could take this as an excuse to stop laying around and sleeping and get back to work.
Still grinning, took a moment to study the cat before him, and there was a brief moment of frustration that he didn't know which of the duo he was actually talking to. He almost asked, but decided at the last moment to hold his tongue. He rarely got the chance to speak one-on-one with one of the twins, and it would be a shame if his ignorance regarding the other's identity pushed him away. Especially since the other hunter didn't seem equally confused regarding his own identity.
"A little more alarming for you, though, I bet!" Howl laughed in response, grin wide and friendly, body animated and energetic as though he hadn't just been jerked awake from sleep, "I've had dreams about falling before, but you definitely took it to the extreme." His tail curled with amusement before shaking his head. "No, no. I was dreaming I was just hunting a mouse, and then suddenly the mouse was huge and it was on me!" His paws waved a bit with his story before laughing again, "Then I opened my eyes, and it was not a little mouse, but you!"
Eyes gleaming, he took a quick glance around before focusing back on the other hunter. "It's not often you can be caught alone. Good thing, since I don't think your nest falling and me getting crushed needed more witnesses than needed!" Not that it mattered, since he was certainly going to tell everyone of the event.
Howl adjusted to this scenario weirdly fast. It was as if he was already at ease, which is something Bloom envied him for. Sure, he could act calm in a heartbeat if he needed to most of the time, but with Plume gone and the adrenaline flowing through him he was stuck in a state where he was a bit more honest and a bit less prone to hiding behind his masks. At least for now. Still, around Howl it was hard to stay anxious.
"You sure wake up fast huh?" he asked, brow raising and an amused expression crossing his face. It was sort of endearing in it's own way. Just as was his openness about his dreaming and willingness to immediately launch into a story. Bloom was grateful for the moment to recollect himself. Even still, he couldn't help but muse absently, "If I'm a mouse I'm most certainly a big one."
The next part made him blink and then pulled a snort from him. Tail and whiskers twitching. "It wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've been caught doing, but I suppose it's nice not to have to deal with jokes about it from the entire Tribe." Bloom eyed Howl, amused. Contrary to what many people thought, he did pay attention to everyone around him. He knew Howl, if not on a personal level, well enough to know that by the end of the day they would all know. "At least until you go tell everyone." There was no malice in his tone, just amused acceptance of his fate.