The Five Crowns is open for its twenty-sixth wave of auditions!
WE WANT YOU! in The Five Crowns, also known as TFC, is a 16+, literate roleplay centered around the trials and conflicts of five Clans. While originally modeled after the five book Clans, TFC’s five River Territory Clans are unique to the canon, with their own extensive backstories and lore. The mod team encourages you to read the following documents prior to or during auditioning to learn more about the roleplay:
Main Doc | Rules | FAQ
This is TFC’s twenty-sixth wave of auditions. We are accepting auditions with characters that are warriors in ShadowClan and SkyClan. When creating your character, we suggest perusing the roster found in the Systems Spreadsheet to gather more information about your character’s prospective Clanmates.
If the Clan you want to join isn’t open this wave, please note that the other Clans are opened inside the roleplay for new characters for members. If you’re unhappy with the Clans open in this wave, but want to give the roleplay a try, we encourage you to still audition.
Auditions will be open for two weeks, and will close on June 20th at 11:59pm EST. After submitting your audition, you will receive a Discord friend request from a mod so we can contact you if necessary. Acceptance messages will be sent to new members via Discord in the days following the deadline.
If you explicitly stated in your audition that we should prioritize a different method of contact, you will be messaged on that platform instead.
Audition Form
When submitting your audition, you’ll have to sign into an email; please use an email that you’re comfortable sharing and using for your character docs if accepted.
To track progress on auditions and learn more about the roleplay, please consider following the blog! We’ll be posting updates and other content throughout the audition window. If you have further questions, feel free to send them in our Asks.
In case you’re wondering what TFC has been up to since the last auditions wave, here’s a recap of the previous plot and what has followed:
Since Hawkstar's conquest of the StarClan dreamscape, the River Territory has been in decay. Prey is running low, sickness is spreading, and leaders are dying—including Rueblossom, the acting leader of RiverClan after Swanstar's retirement.
Seeking to aid RiverClan and restore it to normalcy, young warrior Violetsnow traveled to the Whispering Tree and spoke with Hawkstar about a possible alliance. She agreed to join forces with him, and was crowned Violetmoon and given nine lives. She returned to the living world as RiverClan's new leader, and after bringing otherworldly power into the River Territory after seasons of decay, caused a power vortex to appear overhead the Whispering Tree. All the Clans were drawn to it and learned of her decision; a battle immediately broke out, during which Cloudedstar of ThunderClan was killed.
Tigerblaze, ThunderClan's new leader, was visited by one of the evil spirits, Batfang, in his dreams. Unwilling to work with his evil brother, but also distrustful of StarClan, Tigerblaze vowed to his Clan to ignore the ongoing war... but ThunderClan would soon fall sick.
WindClan, desperate to see StarClan's return, began to consider leaving the River Territory. In the meantime, they opened their territory as a safe haven for cats from all Clans to come for refuge from the war. Eventually, Jaystar approached his medicine cat, Viperlily, and sent her and four warriors on a journey to the mountains, where he hoped they'd find an alternate point of contact with StarClan.
RiverClan was initially distrustful of Violetmoon, but when their territory recovered as promised and prey began to thrive, they welcomed her as their leader. Violetmoon, carrying out Hawkstar's orders, began to offer prey and other resources to the other Clans, hoping they'd join Hawkstar, too.
Meanwhile, Wildspark of ShadowClan had still not claimed leadership after Dawnstar's death, hoping to restore her spirit to her body. He was inspired by Violetmoon's decision to try a new method of contacting StarClan and eventually went to the Whispering Tree to speak with Hawkstar. He joined the tom on the pretense of having a lives ceremony with the StarClan spirits of his family—which he was granted.
Now, Violetmoon and Wildspark are working together to bring the other Clans to Hawkstar. They're starting with a return to normalcy: a Gathering under the full moon.
More information about this can be found in the “Plots” section of our main document!
it takes less than two minutes for aoi’s entire world to end
or; i had some thoughts about That scene in tbhk 126
When Nene’s phone cuts to voicemail for the fifth time, when the sun begins to cast long shadows across the ground outside, when the feeling of worry-fear-where-are-you burns to a fever pitch behind her ribs- Aoi is the one who suggests that they go and search for her.
It was Kou who saw Nene last- haunting the shoe lockers the night before with the wild, unpredictable look of something hunted. It’s a description that Aoi can’t quite reconcile with the girl she knows- the Yashiro Nene of silly crushes, sunflower patches, bright bursts of laughter like stars in the night.
(I wish I could be you, Nene told her once, huddled in the shade of the rhododendron bush. Referring to Aoi’s unfortunate engagement to one Minamoto Teru- but, semantics. If she’d ever known how to be brave, Aoi would’ve told her in reply why would you want that, when you’re already everything?)
She should’ve suggested they look for Nene earlier. As soon as Kou got back.
“She’d never disappear for this long,” Aoi insists, as another call cuts to the voicemail message that Nene recorded in the back of their maths class the previous year, Aoi’s quiet laughter just audible in the background. “Not without telling one of us.”
Mouth set in a grim line, Teru seems to agree. Aoi doesn’t need to look at Akane to know that he’ll be following.
The walk to the Red House is a tense one; a ligament bent close to snapping, a disaster waiting to happen. Aoi doesn’t miss that Teru has foregone his bag, sheathing his sword close at his hip instead. (She’d be a hypocrite to mention it. She’s got her own spirit blade, slipped into her school bag.)
When they enter, the house is a crooked maze of a thing- each room smelling of damp wood and burnt oil and the sick-sweet tang of something rotting. The layout makes no sense, kitchens that lead into bathrooms that lead into second, identical kitchens, time warping strangely around them as they search. Aoi calls Nene’s name once, twice, three times- like the invocations the people at the shrine wrote out to keep their Kannagi safe. Hoping that somehow they’ll catch on the dust motes in the air, carry themselves to Nene, and protect her from harm too. Aoi doesn’t know what sort of split-open expression she must be wearing, but she can tell it’s a terrible one from the way Akane knocks his shoulder gently against her own, like he did when they were little kids and the only meaning he needed to share was it’ll be okay.
Sousuke peers into a doorway that has changed from a living room into a broom cupboard in the five minutes since they last passed it, and complains that they’re never going to get out of here again.
And then- Nene is there.
She’s got cobwebs in her hair and she shrieks in surprise when she almost flings a door open into Teru’s face, but she’s there, okay, safe- and Aoi has to force down the sudden humiliating urge to sob with relief. She settles for hugging Nene tightly instead, burying her face into her neck in a wordless don’t ever leave me like that again she’d never have the courage to say out loud. In the damp and rot, Nene’s hair smells like peaches.
“I thought I saw something weird at the school,” Nene explains sheepishly, as Kou inspects the splinters and scrapes decorating her fingers and wonders how long it takes for tetanus symptoms to manifest. Aoi keeps a hold of Nene’s other hand, and pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look that Teru is sending her across the hallway. “I followed it here, then ended up getting totally lost.” Nene laughs, a lighthearted silly me that brightens up the gloom, and Aoi quickly swallows down the unexplainable feeling that something isn’t right. (It’s something she’s been getting better at- this act of trusting. Of not immediately looking for the worst, assuming that the world is operating with the aim of pulling her down. Plucking a cobweb from Nene’s hair, this feels like a good opportunity to practice.)
Leading them a little way down the hall, Nene points them towards a door set nonsensically under one of the many staircases they’ve passed. “I’m pretty certain I heard traffic coming from behind there earlier, so I think the exit must be this way,” she explains.
To their left, Teru frowns. “I think we’d best stick to going back-” he starts.
“Nii-chan,” Kou interrupts from Nene’s right, in that chiding tone Aoi knows from experience is copied from their mother. “We could end up going in circles all evening at this rate. What harm could it do?”
Teru hesitates, a held breath, before he nods. (Trusting- not something Aoi has been learning alone.)
“Okay,” he concedes. “But if we get lost, then we turn straight back.”
As they file through the door, Akane takes the lead only because his phone has the most battery life left, flicking on a torch which illuminates a crumbling stone staircase- winding down and down and down. Aoi goes next, because Nene is scared of heights and she’s always clung behind Aoi on observatory trips and rollercoasters and the tall bridge across the river in the next town along. Nene is brave like that, wearing her fears for everyone to see them. This time, though, it’s Kou and Sousuke who end up behind Aoi, Nene falling in another few steps behind them. Teru takes the rear. (His hand still lingers by the hilt of his sword. Aoi tries to ignore the unrest that settles in her bones at the sight of it.)
As they descend, Aoi fixes her gaze ahead, struck by the irrational fear that, if she turns around, Nene will no longer be there. A mythology spooling out in her head; a consequence for her own lifelong, selfish wanting. Instead she counts each step, making wishes on them in groups of three to keep herself sane.
The closer they get to the bottom, the more details come into focus. First the sound of water against stone, then cave walls cracked with moss, then finally the shape of a deep, black well, grinning up at them like a mouth in the gloom.
There’s no struggle, when it happens.
Just a strangled gasp. The clatter of sword against stone. The numbing realisation that this is now a world where Aoi knows what sound a body makes when it hits the ground.
Aoi has never been any good at keeping promises to herself. She turns around.
Where he’s half-submerged, Teru’s eyes are still open, unblinking even as the water pools under his eyelashes. There’s a strangled scream from behind Aoi, the broken cry of a younger brother who has just become the eldest. It’s a terrible sound, the lightning before the crack of thunder that echoes like a war-cry across the rocks of this hole, this well, this sealed tomb of a place- lightning, then Akane shouting, the sound of it cut brutally in half as Kou hits the wall and doesn’t move again.
And- stood over him like a nightmare is Nene- the spirit blade from Aoi’s bag bloodstained in her hand, hunched like a creature and Aoi should’ve known something was wrong. Should've known from the moment Nene didn’t hide in the collar of her uniform from the drop below them, like she’s been doing since their first day of middle school. From the moment Nene navigated her way through this impossible house with ease, like she hasn’t gotten lost trying to find their own homeroom class more than once. From the moment she didn’t pick up Aoi’s call, not even when she used the six-ring pattern they made for times when it feels like the world is ending, the one they pinky-swore to always answer.
(When they hugged, before, Nene smelled like peaches left out in the sun. Aoi knows that Nene’s favourite shampoo is scented with strawberries.)
Rooted at the bottom of the stairs, Aoi finds that she can’t focus on Nene’s face, nothing left of it but this terrible, gaping maw of a thing, twisted at the edge of her vision no matter how directly she tries to look at it. Because this isn’t Nene, just a distorted imitation of her, and the sight of it makes Aoi want to sink to her knees and cry like a stupid kid who wants her best friend back. To go back in time to their last sleepover before highschool, where Aoi stayed awake for hours just memorising the shape Nene’s face made when she dreamed. She’s distantly aware of Akane cursing as his watch is knocked from his hand- clumsily unsheathing Teru’s sword and charging with a wounded battle cry. Faltering last minute, when the grinning well of Not-Nene’s face swivels towards him and-
Years ago, before she was taught to tie her hair up in bows and smile neat and pretty, Aoi told Akane to go and die after he broke her favourite pencil.
She doesn’t think she would’ve said it, if she knew what it would really feel like.
By the stairs, Sousuke is hunched by Kou’s side, trying uselessly to stem the bleeding with the hem of his school shirt. Panic has turned his voice to radio static, a jumble of words spilling out. Aoi doesn’t have the heart to tell him it’s already too late- at least that way, when it’s his turn, he still has hope.
In total, it takes less than two minutes for Aoi’s entire world to end.
It’s then that she spots it. Nene’s bag lying at the base of the well; her phone scattered a few feet beside it, her collection of keychains now cracked and waterlogged.
Maybe not entirely an imitation, then. A possession instead- one of the ghost stories that Aoi used to whisper in Nene’s ear between classes, just to watch the way her face would go all flushed with excited terror afterwards. (Hunted- Kou described the look on Nene’s face when she found him by the shoe lockers. Maybe this is what she was running from.)
It’s anger that finally raises Aoi, marionette-like, to her feet. Because this is Yashiro Nene, who carries spiders out of rooms in paper cups and cries when the dog dies in movies and apologises to plants when she cuts their dead petals free. This violence for the sake of violence, it’s an insult to the very soul of her.
So Aoi stands on puppet strings, and tells this thing in front of her: Give me my best friend back.
She knows, certain as her own bones, that Nene will not survive the aftermath of what has happened here. Not as a whole person, not with her soul intact. Selfish as she’s ever been, Aoi knows that a world where Nene is no longer herself is not one that she wants to exist in either. So it’s not a choice so much as an inevitability when she runs, blood-black water staining the hem of her skirt like dirt from the garden, and throws her arms around Nene’s neck. The black hole where Nene’s face should be churns like a thing where hope goes to die, and all Aoi can do is hold on tight as her own knife buries itself between her seventh and eighth ribs.
“Nene-chan,” she gasps, holds, wishes on the sparks of pained light that burst behind her eyelids that once, just this once, Nene will hear every twisted, selfish part of her, open her eyes, and look. “Nene-chan. Please, snap out of it. Nene-”
In the end, it’s simple as a realignment- just a quiet shift from grasping to holding.
When gravity tips and her hands slide loose, Aoi smells strawberries.
What's fucked is that the warrior cats clans have little or no interdependence to speak of, which means that diplomacy is almost completely toothless when there's nothing the clans can offer or withhold from each other.
In real life if, say, one country does something shitty to another country, there are at least some things that can be done before escalating to military action, ways to mete out consequences without going to war: lawsuits, trade sanctions, travel restrictions, and so on. But the clans don't trade with each other, they rarely collaborate outside of extreme circumstances, and borders are permanently closed by default, so the only real way to retaliate at all is to escalate to violence. And even in quote-unquote peacetime, except in the aforementioned extreme circumstances, no clan ever really benefits from the existence of the other clans; not only are there no systems in place for sharing resources or skills, most characters in-universe would react with suspicion or confusion to the idea that they even should. The ideal situation in the warrior cats world is one where the clans don't interact at all outside of monthly Gatherings. This cat society is built in such a way that peace is synonymous with isolation. Travel between clans is impossible because every adult member of each clan is an active member of that clan's military unless they're on maternity leave or retired, which makes every crossing of a border an automatic act of aggression. Warrior Cats is the story of four military dictatorships shakily coexisting for months at a time until something inevitably raises tension and hostilities again, and both the characters and the narrative act outraged over idea that maybe they should be less of a military dictatorship.
The Five Crowns is open for its twenty-fifth wave of auditions!
The Five Crowns, also known as TFC, is a 16+, literate roleplay centered around the trials and conflicts of five Clans. While originally modeled after the five book Clans, TFC’s five River Territory Clans are unique to the canon, with their own extensive backstories and lore. The mod team encourages you to read the following documents prior to or during auditioning to learn more about the roleplay:
Main Doc | Rules | FAQ
This is TFC’s twenty-fifth wave of auditions. We are accepting auditions with characters that are warriors in ShadowClan and SkyClan. When creating your character, we suggest perusing the roster found in the Systems Spreadsheet to gather more information about your character’s prospective Clanmates.
If the Clan you want to join isn’t open this wave, please note that the other Clans are opened inside the roleplay for new characters for members. If you’re unhappy with the Clans open in this wave, but want to give the roleplay a try, we encourage you to still audition.
Auditions will be open for two weeks, and will close on January 31st at 11:59pm EST. After submitting your audition, you will receive a Discord friend request from a mod so we can contact you if necessary. Acceptance messages will be sent to new members via Discord in the days following the deadline.
If you explicitly stated in your audition that we should prioritize a different method of contact, you will be messaged on that platform instead.
Audition Form
When submitting your audition, you’ll have to sign into an email; please use an email that you’re comfortable sharing and using for your character docs if accepted.
To track progress on auditions and learn more about the roleplay, please consider following the blog! We’ll be posting updates and other content throughout the audition window. If you have further questions, feel free to send them in our Asks.
In case you’re wondering what TFC has been up to since the last auditions wave, here’s a recap of the previous plot and what has followed:
After starting to receive visions from StarClan, Bramblestar, the current leader of SkyClan, took it upon herself to act as a messenger between StarClan and the living Clans. Although to her it seemed like the obvious thing to do, she faced backlash from some of the other Clans, who worried that she and the visions were the cause of the problems they faced. After one such vision proved directly responsible for ThunderClan panicking and falling ill, they decided to turn their backs on StarClan once and for all. Cloudedstar returned her starcrown and vowed not to follow their ancestors’ guidance anymore. ShadowClan followed her lead, forming an alliance with ThunderClan to oppose SkyClan. Wanting to take advantage of the conflict that was brewing between the Clans, RiverClan’s leader, Swanstar, began meeting with ThunderClan and ShadowClan. However, Bramblestar grew suspicious that Swanstar would betray her, and received a vision urging her to attack RiverClan first. As she faithfully followed StarClan’s orders, a war was official: SkyClan and WindClan against ThunderClan, ShadowClan, and RiverClan.
It all came to a head when WindClan discovered that out of desperation, Bramblestar faked one of her visions. They joined the alliance against SkyClan, leaving Bramblestar without any allies. Following a days-long blizzard, a fight in SkyClan’s camp that ended with the death of ShadowClan’s leader, and a solar eclipse, Bramblestar finally lost her faith in StarClan and discovered the truth behind her visions: they weren’t sent by StarClan at all, but rather by the recently-deceased, evil leader of DuskClan, Hawkstar, who had taken control of StarClan. Now, the world is in a state of disarray. With StarClan’s influence gone, the days are short, the weather is unpredictable, and the territory has begun rotting. Although they all rejected Hawkstar’s offer of loyalty to him in return for aid, the leaders of the Clans are left to wonder if perhaps that was the wrong choice…
More information about this can be found in the “Plots” section of our main document!
the last thing el said to hopper was “i’m not sara.” she gave him back her bracelet. she let him believe she was safe. she never said goodbye to the man who chose to be her father.
she never said goodbye to the mother who took her in when she had nothing, the woman who inducted her into her family with a haircut everyone made fun of but she treasured as her own.
she never said goodbye to the older brother who looked after her in an unfamiliar home, who drove blindly into the desert on the idea of hope that they would find her.
she never said goodbye to her best friend, the only girl who ever took the time to try to understand her, the only girl who wanted to help her learn who she was to herself, the girl whose life she refused to let end before its time.
she never said goodbye to the boys who found her in the woods, the boys who were scared of her at first but who became some of her most trusted friends in the world. the boys who saw her as, yes, a hero, but also as a girl, too.
she never said goodbye to her brother, her twin in everything but genetics, who saved her life as she saved his from the monster who destroyed both their childhoods. she never said goodbye to her real brother, the one who understood her to her core, the one who showed her that the monster was not the family she deserved.
she said goodbye to her sister, after a years-long separation, as she bled out in her arms.
the last thing el said before her final goodbye—to the first boy who ever showed her kindness, the boy who never quite understood her the way she wanted him to but who cared for her regardless—was “i love you.” and she never heard it back.
Saffronsplash's brother passed away in @thefivecrowns a bit ago and I finally got around to making some art based on it. Aspenflare was one of the few cats she truly bonded with so she's been going through it. Not to mention everything else that's going in the world at the moment
Hehe keep an eye out for auditions they might be coming sooner rather than later <3
Finally drew fanart of Project Sekai after being obsessed with it for months, yayy!!
It was always funny to me that in this world where anyone with a strong enough creative wish will have their own personalized version of Hatsune Miku manifest itself as their muse, the whole sekai thing has still managed to stay a secret, lol.
like i know she describes her emotions as 'chest feelings' because she doesnt realize what they are yet but she does this so often and so consistently you cant help but wonder if there's something else going on there
i genuinely cant stop thinking about this set. there’s something genuinely so beautiful about the white anemones blooming in every single card in this set!! anemones are still in the narcissus genus just like daffodils, the flower that previously consistently appeared in ena’s symbolism.
she rly went from flowers that symbolise hope and resilience (her strength in moving forward despite all the hardships she has been facing) to flowers that still retain the meaning of hope but also mean anticipation.
SHE’S MOVING ON FROM HER PAST AND LOOKING TO THE FUTURE WITH EXCITEMENT AND ANTICIPATION SEDATE ME
I do love mizuena lesbianism. I also personally tend to hc mizuki as bisexual for like no particular grounded in canon reason.
The intersection of these two points in my head is a scenario wherein mizuki mentions off hand having a celebrity crush on some male pop star or other and Ena finds herself getting weirdly defensive and confused as to Why Would Mizuki Like That. She cannot see the appeal (she's gay) and thinks mizuki should aim better (gay) and is upset at the idea of mizuki being with someone else for some reason (gay but with a specific target).
Mafuyu and Kanade just think the guy's boring and don't get why Ena is vehemently trying to prove herself better than this random character.
