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.
The sun was alive today. High in the sky and burning bright, soaking the world beneath it with warmth and light. Even as the leaves dyed brown across the territory and the winds turned slightly cooler with the tell-tale signs of colder weather, there were still a handful of days just like this one left. And Rimefeather intended to make the most of them. He'd gone hunting this morning, careful to get his work done early so it would be easier to slip off now without being noticed. As much as he thrived in the spotlight, even he liked his space every now and again and he had no intention of explaining himself to his Clan. Besides, how else would he inspire hushed whispers of speculation about what he was up to?
He'd spent a massive amount of time in this area. Training, training, and more training, and even more training. He'd trained his tail off. He still did. There was no sense in getting rusty. After all, he had a reputation to maintain. As such, he liked to think he knew the area surrounding the Stone Tree better than just about anyone. He knew which paths were cracked and which were most likely to house prey. Just as he knew which stone benches sat in the light of the sun the longest.
RImefeather stretched elegantly across the hard, warm bench, a satisfied sound as his body began to leech away sun that had settled there throughout the day. Totally at ease, his eyes slitted shut as he went boneless, reclining there like a king on his throne. He was Sleeping Venus, sprawled out and exposed in a debauchery of relaxation. And he felt no shame in it. The odds of him being attacked here were slim and the odds of him being caught off guard even slimmer. Even when unwinding he knew better than to not keep some degree of his attention focused on potential threats. His instincts and quick reaction time could get him out of just about anything, he was certain.
Hearing the pawsteps was easy. Tasting the scent was even more so. As such, he didn't even bother to open his eyes or fold out of his pose as he purred out, tone colored with a carefully constructed playful air, "You know, I'm told sneaking up on someone is quite rude."
there is love in your body but you can't get it out
He had to admit, he loved this time of year. Leaf-fall brought cooling winds, refreshing but not chasing away the warmth of the sun just yet. Prey was bountiful, leading to high spirits. The threat of leaf-bare was not quite there, and while Littlestar would have loved to have relaxed with his Clan, his mind was racing ahead. What would leaf-bare bring? And GlassClan...how much longer would Chalkstar be content to simply toss threats across the border? And there was always the lurking unknown of the Tribe, a wildcard that Littlestar wasn't quite sure what to think about. The three-headed leadership they bore complicated things, that was for certain. Something that he definitely needed to keep his eye on.
There was nothing he could do about any of these worries today, though. So he focused on immediate tasks. Setting up patrols, ensuring that the fresh-kill pile was adequate, that mentors were taking advantage of the nice weather for training. The Clan was running smoothly, and Littlestar could not prevent the twinge of pride in his chest. Pride mixed with anxiety, but mostly pride. If only he could make sure to maintain this stability.
Soon finishing his assurance that the camp was in order and would stay that way, he headed out into the park on his own, greeting warriors as he passed. His paws were leading him towards the Stone Tree, and while his intentions were to check on any training pairs that may have set up around vicinity, his attention was soon caught by a pale tom lounging in the sun. He could barely hold back the sigh at the sight of him. He was certainly not shocked to recognize him as Rimefeather.
He adjusted his pace slightly to direct himself towards the other, and while he was making no effort to hide himself, he was slightly surprised by the other's sudden words. Surprise and then irritation. Always over-confident, Rimefeather was. Littlestar hid these stream of emotions, though, instead responding just as pleasantly. "I'm not quite sure it would count as sneaking up on you if you are sprawled out in the open." He paused a moment, stopping to stand at the feet of the bench that Rimefeather had settled upon, head turned up to regard the other male with a slight frown. "What are you doing our here, Rimefeather? If you find yourself lacking tasks, then I would be happy to remedy that problem."
Rimefeather's eyes cracked open, watching the other tom with mild amusement. Littlestar was...delightfully divergent. Not that there were a lot of cats like him - but Littlestar was more opposite than not. Stoic and uninterested in attention. In fact, Rime had no doubt that if he hadn't ended up in the position he had the way he had he would've made no moves to get there. There was no ambition. No drive. Not even a shred of nosiness. It should've been dull. In fact, often times it was. Other times, he was a hell of a lot of fun. Rime loved to poke and prod and he was certain that, whether Little admitted it or not, he could very well get under his leaders skin. And the best part was, Rime knew he was indisposable. Sure, there were other warriors and, sure, many of them were great, but he was young and he had a reputation and that alone was invaluable. Even if he wasn't, he didn't take Littlestar as the type to murder him on the border and frame GlassClan.
Then again, that would be quite something wouldn't it? While he didn't fancy being dead it would certainly put him in the spotlight. Even more so, it'd be a shocking twist of events they'd be talking about for seasons. And even longer if anyone uncovered the truth - that their innocuous leader was, in fact, a cold blooded killer. It was the stuff of legends and Rime was beyond a sucker for legends.
He was pulled from his fantasy of sorts as his leader finally decided to grace him with actual words. Littlestar's scent and voice were both close so Rimefeather figured it was probably time to open his eyes properly. Ah a frown - typical. The warrior's tail twitched once as the leader spoke. "I should think it's fairly obvious," he purred out, tone warm as if the other cat had been joking with him instead of chastizing him. He drew a paw up, running his rough tongue over the fur there absently. He didn't feel the need to justify himself at all. He hadn't been put on guard duty or a patrol and he'd already caught more than his fair share of prey. Still, if Rimefeather was anything, it was gracious. "Is there something I can do for you?" After all, if worst came to worst - if the answer was something he didn't want to do - he could just convienantly forget about it.
there is love in your body but you can't get it out
While Littlestar had already been annoyed with the other, he felt that irritation quickly grow with each word the other spoke. While he was certainly not the sort to want or expect cats to grovel at his paws and he approached, he would have at least appreciated a little bit of shame at being caught doing absolutely nothing. He met the other's opened eyes with a perfectly unamused frown, certainly not joining the other in his carefree and cheerful attitude. While he knew that Rimefeather pulled more than his weight in the Clan and deserved rest more than anything, his attitude could have driven Littlestar to insanity if he let it.
"Oh, no." he responded drily, tone oozing with sarcasm as he rolled his shoulders in a shrug, "You were doing exactly what I wanted you to do. Good job." He glanced to the side for a moment after the icy words left his mouth, the smaller cat letting out a soft sigh. He had no right to be irritated, of course. The other was an incredible asset to the Clan, despite his youth. He was confident and proud in his achievements, everything that Littlestar wasn't, and the young leader couldn't help but wonder if envy drove his impatience with the other.
"No, you're fine." he then meowed with a sigh, turning back to the other as he supposed he should at least make an effort to be somewhat courteous to his warrior, "You've done plenty for now. " That was polite enough. Of course, Rimefeather typically had plenty done when needed, but he certainly wasn't going to go that far.
"I'm assuming with how relaxed you are that everything is going well? Unless you were being dramatic and sulking." That would make him feel a little better.
297 for calcifer three trillion years later also this is awful 4give me
Rimefeather had no illusions that he and his leader were two very different types of people and, more significantly, that they were two types that didn't necessarily get along. They might not be actively hostile or anything, but they were definitely not best buds. Actually, he'd be shocked if Little thought highly of him - not that he lost sleep over it. It wasn't like Littlestar didn't know or appreciate what Rimefeather did. It was just...a difference of attitudes. His leader's icy response barely warranted a reaction - particularly when he followed it up with an amendment of sorts.
The ending statements, however, did catch his attention. "Mmm I wasn't particularly but now that you mention it..." he eventually said, slowly rolling onto his stomach into a more proper sitting position. He drew his tongue over his own chest a moment, flattening the fur there, before looking up at the white cat before him. "I don't suppose you can reassign my apprentice elsewhere?"
His face was pleasant as he spoke, the irritation he felt buried deep beneath the surface, but there was no denying that Rimefeather was not a happy camper. He had never wanted an apprentice and he'd certainly never wanted one as shy and nervous as the one he'd gotten. He didn't understand why he'd been assigned her. Other than the shortage of mentors there wasn't a particular reason for it either. He didn't appreciate the added responsibility or being set up for failure.
there is love in your body but you can't get it out
Littlestar had to admit, he was hopeful that Rimefeather would have nothing more to say and he could continue on his way. As beneficial to the Clan as Rimefeather was, Littlestar held no affections for the other other than appreciation. He was useful, a good warrior, but there was no friendship between the pair of them. Perhaps in another life, but in this one, Littlestar found he did not have the patience for the other's flamboyant attitude. But despite his wish for this brief interaction to be over, he found his interest stirred as the other seemed to actually have something of a complaint.
He certainly did not expect the other's drawn out request, finding that he had to take a moment to consider these words and the clear unhappiness Rimefeather had towards the concept. It was surprising, to find that a cat usually so eager to show off was not willing to have someone who he was expected to do just that with. Was it the responsibility of it? That was an irritating thought, making Littlestar briefly wish he had assigned the other an apprentice earlier if that was all it took to get under his fur.
"I don't think I understand the problem." The leader responded carefully, voice maintaining as much pleasantness to match Rimefeather's despite his mixed emotions in regards to the request, "You're a talented warrior. Should you not be expected to pass down what you know to an apprentice?" Or was he too good for that? He didn't voice these last disgruntled thoughts, but the slight frown that crossed his face as he spoke was enough to speak of his uncertain annoyance with the other.
Rimefeather could see the surprise flash across his leader's face. That in itself was a bit of a disappointment. Surely the leader knew better than that? And here Rimefeather had thought Littlestar had gotten a pretty good hold on who he was. Apparently not. Rimefeather held back a huff, not about to be the first to break the strange false pleasantness of their interaction. Not that it was easy. Suppressing the urge to roll ones eyes was no simple feat. But, like Littlestar had so aptly pointed out, Rimefeather was talented.
He stayed relaxed on his bench, tail swaying slowly in contemplation as he waited for Little to finish his speech. "It is not my strong suit," he replied, having no trouble acknowledging this went way over his head. "And even if it was pairing me with someone so..." he trailed off, searching for the right word. "Delicate isn't the way to get results from either of us. She needs someone more grounded." Sure, his own annoyance at the whole circumstance was his major motivator here but he wasn't wrong either. Leafpaw needed someone who knew what to do with someone like her. Not...him who barely understood how to interact with people in general.