#boarclan

[salspeckles]

sneak peek :3

[thewildrest-wcrp]

Credit: Art and Dandelionpaw belong to VaguelyToasted; Duck(paw) belongs to @jaydenjackal

She chides in his face, gloating over a win she did not deserve and he has the right mind to tell her so, a satisfying clack of teeth from the snap of her words: "Are you stupid or brainless? You broke the rules, how was it 'fair & square' to begin with? Catch the hint already: stop talking to me. "

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Duckpaw’s test, then Duck, into BoarClan was eventful in many rights, in part as a further severance between disgruntled clan members.

The clan is up in arms with one another after Erminewish’s decisions that beckoned a Patron. This did not bode well for young Dandelionpaw who had been making quick work of the outsider, displaying his skill with the couple moons of training he had thus far; the cleric’s “interference” was cheating, yet Tamarackstar would hear nothing of it, instead ushering the outsider into BoarClan’s ranks.

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[moths-wc-aus]

while fiddling with my clan generator, one of the test clans caught my eye…. so here’s the high ranks of boarclan!

SNAILSTAR — a sandy yellow pointed cat with white paws.

the leader of boarclan, they’re a calm cat who both moves and thinks slowly. it prefers to listen and absorb before acting. it has three kits- salamander, allium, and morning- and loves its partner ridgehum very, very much.

VINEHOWL — an interestingly spotted orange tom with long legs.

cunning and outspoken, vinehowl is very influential within boarclan. it was no surprise when snailstar chose him as deputy, even with his sharp tongue and sarcastic demeanor.

LIGHTNINGFALL — a golden-furred rosette molly with long fur.

lightningfall is bold and quick as a whip, able to find reassurances and explanations without a pause. she enjoys the power and admiration that being the clan's guide gives her, as the only one who can interpret prophecies.

BROOMBLOSSOM — a yellowy-orange mackerel tabby molly with hazel eyes.

though broomblossom is kind and tiny in stature, she's no pushover. she's perfectly skilled in manhandling the most stubborn of warriors into the medicine den to be healed, and she has a habit of saying something so wise it startles you into silence.

FIREFLYMALLOW — a fiery-orange molly.

though you can't see them on her headshot, fireflymallow has some moderate burn scars. a fire had swept through the territory when she was a young apprentice, and she's thanked her lucky stars every day since that she made it out so well.

CODMASK — an orange and yellow braided tabby tom.

currently in the nursery with his daughter, comet, codmask cannot wait to get back to his usual duties. he loves his daughter dearly and can organize patrols just fine, but he's been over the whole experience since he got pregnant. it's often surprising to other cats when they hear that the large, quiet tom who always manages sneaks up on them was pregnant, but hey, not all of us can be cis!

[lake-blackthorn]

A new prophecy given from the High Order tells the clans to be ‘weary of false speakers.’  Tensions rise both between the clans of BoarClan and WillowClan, and within them...  

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Join our new discord roleplay, Warriors of Blackthorn, to participate and help mold our first chapter.

https://blackthorn.freeforums.net/

Cover drawn by catahoola on deviantart.

[thewildrest-wcrp]

Credit(s): Art, animation, video, and Erminewish created by @semi-mortal-crayons; Mothgleam belongs to @rainbow-lava; Pheasantflame belongs to @contaminated-cryptid

Erminewish had a good relationship with her adopted father and former mentor, Pheasantflame. From the day she chose to make him her parent, she resolved to be a happy daughter and a model warrior of BoarClan

Things changed after she was chosen as Cleric— and someone else, Silkenmane, was promoted alongside her. Out of desperation, she sought out HemlockClan’s Cleric, Mothgleam, to allow herself a bargaining chip. However, the two formed a genuine relationship— built on equality and trust.

Things changed on the night of the Half-Moon Gathering— where Erminewish and Silkenmane were forbidden to attend. Erminewish chose to sneak out, followed by her foster siblings. Little did they know that at that moment, Pheasantflame was a member of a patrol tasked with kidnapping Mothgleam and taking her back to BoarClan camp.

When they returned to camp, Erminewish was so wracked with grief and exhaustion over what she discovered that she collapsed in the middle of camp. Pheasantflame, in a moment of clarity, realized how much he messed up.

It took time, and a lot of talking with other cats— but the two managed to express their issues with each other and what led up to the actions they both took. And their relationship was ever stronger for it.

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[thewildrest-wcrp]

Credit: Art and Erminewish by Crayons (@semi-mortal-crayons). Meadowblaze by Lake (@theatredreams0655). Stagcharge by Yuki (@jaydenjackal).

This is how things used to be.

Once, there were three young cats; Stagpaw, Meadowpaw, and Erminekit. Together, the three were a happy family.

Now, Stagcharge and Meadowblaze refused to even speak to each other— and Erminewish desperately wanted their family to be back together.

But would things change now that Erminewish was chosen as BoarClan Cleric?

Or would things become even worse?

Thoughts like those made Erminewish nostalgic for the way things used to be.

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[thewildrest-wcrp]

Credit: Collaborative art piece between Lucky (@theluckoftheclaws) and Cat (acatwithakindface). Moonscar belongs to Lucky, Emmetpaw belongs to Cat.

Moonscar is everything a BoarClan cat should be. A respected senior warrior; strong, tough, stubborn. She tries to instill these same traits in her young and timid apprentice, Emmetpaw, as her mentor one did for her, and to do right by her. And Emmetpaw wants nothing more than to impress her mentor—or at least do well enough to satisfy her. But despite their best attempts, both seem to always misalign with the others’ intent. Will this mentorship do more harm than good?

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[thewildrest-wcrp]

The blood trail sputters, starting and stopping, leading the way towards the Golden Forest. Sometimes, there are only a few drops of blood to guide their way, other times it's larger patches, smudged by uneven paws and dried down into the dirt, smelling of decay and nothing good. Here, a patch of spots that could be paw prints and there and large smudge where a cat may have stumbled and dragged themselves to their paws. The closer the cats get to the trees, the more blood there is, until finally they are close enough to identify the cat.

Tamarackstar.

(content warning for blood and animal injury)

Credit: Tamarackstar and art by rainbow-lava (toyhouse)

His fur is caught on the ferns and brambles, golden orange tipped with white, and the blood is dry and flaking on the leaves of the ferns- fresh enough to hang around, but old enough to have dried. The scent of the Rotbeast is thick, overlaid on Tamarackstar's own scent and mixing in a cloying, decaying kind of way. Getting close enough to inspect him, Tamarackstar is in rough shape. The white side of his face is coated in blood- some fresh and some dry- and his ear on that side is half-missing, scabbed over and still bleeding in places. There are injuries all over his body- a scratch on his leg, a half-healed wound across throat and chest, a distinct, large, bite mark on his thigh- and a few scars that for sure were not there before.

As soon as Snailflight reaches out and touches him, Tamarackstar suddenly roars to life. His head whips up and around, eyes crazed, and he bares his teeth in a horrible snarl, spitting blood out. The fur along his back lifts, spiking unevenly through the crimson, and he lashes out with one paw at the closest cat, barely missing Snailflight by a whisker.

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