Soapclan: A joke rp (Accepting only rogues.)
Feb 9, 2020 16:44:55 GMT -5
Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Feb 9, 2020 16:44:55 GMT -5
So, I came up with some joke warrior names, including Storkface, Wolfstab, and Stibstar. I decided that they deserved a story of their own, and thus this roleplay was born. Come at me with your worst characters, wild, silly, and crazy. Don't get too attached to them though, as I believe death shall be a pretty common theme, though you still must ask permission to kill another person's character. Silly names are required, as long as they are not inappropriate, of course. Now, lets see the rules...
1. Don't kill characters without the owner's permission.
2. I reserve the right to kick you out of the roleplay if you disobey the rules.
3. There is a password. Read everything and you will find it.
4. Mary Sues/Gary Stues are fine, but only to a certain extent. You may have a Mary Sue/Gary Stue character as long as they are so absurd that their perfection is a flaw.
5. Don't get mad at the silliness, I just want to have fun with this.
6. Wild colors are welcome. If you want powers, (including functional wings), please ask about it in a pm chat that I will make.
7. The forum rules.
8. I shall say it again. Go with the flow, this is a joke.
9. And finally, have fun.
Camp
The camp is on a floating island in the middle of Soapclan territory. It floats about five feet of the ground though, as it's really too heavy to float like it should. Theres a small, supposed to be majestic stream that rushes off into a lake directly below the island, but, it just trickles down the side instead. It's rather disappointing. Unfortunately, since the water is 50% soap, it is not drinkable. By all means though, it sure smells lovely! You reach the island by climbing the tree-ramp, which is an old rotten log that is propped up against the island, weighing it down.
Upon entering the camp, you see a clearing with a small rock in the center, known as the small-rock. Though it were intended as a meeting point like the high-rock, high-ledge, or tall-pine, it was the largest rock that the ancient cats could transport. It only fits one paw on it, if a cat were to try to stand on it. There is a tall tree, a thorn bush, a few cardboard boxes, and a brittle bush surrounded by moss. Off to one side, there is a pit, though you cannot see what is inside of it. There will be cats milling around you, coming and going, bringing back prey and herbs, or simply sharing tongues with their friends. The soap-stream flows through camp, cutting it in two. No-cat knows where the water comes from, but it appears to flow out of the very core of the island, bubbling up and out before flowing off.
The tree that you see is a gnarled old sycamore, and it is where the warriors sleep. They climb the tree, and sleep in the branches, comfortable in nests of moss that they make for themselves. The warriors that cannot climb sleep in the roots at the bottom. The thorn bush is the leader's den, though it is very uncomfortable for any cat, no less an exhausted clan leader. It is the sacrifice that they must make to serve their clan.
The pile of cardboard boxes is the nursery, for lack of a better term. Young kittens are packed and sent to Canada until they are old enough to return and be apprenticed. However, there is a great issue with this. Very rarely, but sometimes, the pitiful kits are sent to Cuba, from where they rarely return. If the mail-cat hadn't pressed, "C," and clicked autocomplete, the poor kittens would still be with the clan they were born to... However, if they do return, they bring tostadas! Which incidentally, are also the password to this roleplay.
The brittle bush is where the kittens return to when they are apprenticed, as it is the apprentice den. There is an upturned box there as well, covered in stamps from the cat's travels. The young cats sleep there, unless they are injured, in which case they go to the medicine cat's den. The medicine cat's den is the strange hole in the camp. It's about three feet deep and the descent is covered in thorns and brambles. If a cat isn't injured when they come, they sure will be once they're there!
Finally, the elder's den is to the right of camp, and is a strongly smelling hydrangea bush filled with feathers and comfortable moss for older cats to retire to. It is smaller than the warrior's den, but not by much. It can fit, uncomfortably, up to 15 nests in it, but, less cramped, it can fit about 9.
Territory
The Soapclan territory is mainly an evergreen forest, with a birch forest surrounding it to the east. In the center of territory is the Soapclan camp, and underneath it is a lake. The island is in a clearing in the evergreen woods, of which are permanently colored periwinkle. The prey that lives in this odd and cursed land is often also strange, as prey includes jackalopes, thunderbirds, and pheonixes, though the last two are rarely caught.
Allegiances
Stibstar: ~Goldensplash~
A medium sized cat with yellow eyes and a gray pelt. He is rather muscular, especially his neck, for some reason. His fur is relatively short and coarse. He has a long face, with one nicked ear, and a few faded scars across his body. He is stern, but with a kind heart and a quick mind. He is a great hunter and fighter, but cannot swim, or run faster than a sad, wet blanket. He is the father of both Wolfstab and Storkface.
-edit: He also has a foot long rainbow unicorn horn that shoots rays of hope. He thinks it's dumb, so he stabs stuff with it, hence his warrior name, Stibstab.
Medicine cat:
Icesud: @aetherwyvern66
A poofy white cat. Icesud is a very weird looking cat, with a weird rippled, like soap suds, fur color. It is shiny, and her eyes are a slightly metallic blue. She is of average build. Often a strict cat, like that terrible teacher in 4th grade, often expecting anything from everyone. Everyone hates her, except when she's that kind nurse treating wounds, but it only happens with serious stuff. Basically just summarized, because she's simple.
Deputy:
Storkface: ~Goldensplash~
Storkface is a medium sized white tom with tiny wings. (About the size of a coaster.) The wings are feathered with tiny feathers, and are not functional. He is very kind, and loves to hunt for the elders. Unlike his brother, Storkface uses plenty of conditioner that he bought himself when he washes. He is generally playful, and you can often find him playing with random things, including his brother's prized leaf collection.
Storkface is a medium sized white tom with tiny wings. (About the size of a coaster.) The wings are feathered with tiny feathers, and are not functional. He is very kind, and loves to hunt for the elders. Unlike his brother, Storkface uses plenty of conditioner that he bought himself when he washes. He is generally playful, and you can often find him playing with random things, including his brother's prized leaf collection.
Warriors:
Wolfstab: ~Goldensplash~
A large, gray tom, with the patterns of a wolf. He has piercing blue eyes, and big fluffy ears. He usually wears a disapproving stare. He is generally strict and harsh, but really likes leaves. He collects them. If you lift the box with stamps by the apprentice's dens you will find leaves of all kinds spill out of it. He will sit for hours by the box, guarding it for no specific reason. If the camp is ever attacked, you know what he'll be defending. He really dislikes his brother Storkface, as he thinks that he is too soft. Wolfstab himself uses plenty of shop-lifted mega strength hair gel to keep his own fur spiky and unpleasant.
Crackerfoot: @aetherwyvern66
A pale cream she cat. Her eyes are a funny shade of cheesy orange. Her frame is small and lithe, more for agility and speed than might. Pretty goofy, Crackerfoot is often called Cracker. The smile on her face seems plastered on, but it is just that she's so stupid she doesn't care. Mostly, she's decent at hunting. Nothing but hunting. She eats more than she catches.
Skylight: I don’t know what I’m doing
A pale gray she-cat with dark gray spots all around her pelt and has light blue eyes. Some at first glance mistake her for a tom due to her muscular appearance. Many cats find her annoying, and her friends say she’s pretty ignorant and self centered but is a loyal friend. She is a very good fighter but can barley catch anything in a forest full of prey!
Jaggedclaw: diamondstar84
A light brown Tom with golden, glittering eyes. His front paws are very muscular and has a group of she-cats following every Friday. He is very self centered and Riley talks to his daughter. He likes showing off his muscles!11! He isn’t a very good friend though.
Elders:
Boopsnoot: ~Goldensplash~
Boopsnoot is a creamy colored she-cat with a bright pink, heart shaped nose. Once the leader of Soapclan, she is now retired. She is strong, but not particularly large. She has short fur that is very soft, and her eyes are a pale blue. She has a white tail-tip and underbelly. Boopsnoot is a very sweet and fair cat, and she is rather smart as well. She wants the best for all of the cats in her clan, and struggles to make hard decisions that might offend any-cat. She is very nurturing, and, as she could not have kits as a leader, she often feels rather depressed. She likes to hang out in the nursery to care for the kits there, though she hasn't been lately due to Spitekit.
Apprentices:
Opalpaw: I don’t know what I’m doing
Opalpaw is a tom whose pelt is orange except for his white belly and the white goes a little above his eyes. His eyes are rainbow and can shoot out lasers. The lasers are slightly hotter than your average campfire. Opalpaw is really dumb and has a couple of times almost killed himself and others with his laser eyes. His last clan shipped him off to Soapclan because he burned down the entire forest. Nobody is his friend expect for Crystal, who visits him in secret. Right now he’s been to four different clans. Opal is not good at fighting nor hunting and he has an eating disorder along with short term memory loss. He feels pretty lonely but Crystal tries to help him the best she can.
Vermillionpaw: @aetherwyvern66
A small, timid looking, beautiful red tabby with purple eyes. Her tail is longer than normal, so she looks strange. Her eyes are usually darting, and you can usually see the whites of her eyes. Vermillionpaw is the most timid, and sweet cat ever. She often freaks out at groups of 5, so she is usually on patrols of three. Too scared to make friends, many cats feel bad for her, but she lets little to none in. She actually has a crush on Opalpaw but is too afraid of losing the small bond she feels she has with him. Is intelligent, and catches more prey than expected.
Kits:
Queens:
Banjotwang: ~Goldensplash~
Banjotwang is a slim, but medium-framed she-cat with bright purple eyes. Her eyes almost seem to glow in the right lighting, and she has short, soft fur. Long ago, she found a banjo laying by the two-leg place. She dragged it back from there, and has moved it with her from nest to nest. She is very sensitive about it, and lays with it for all of her free-time, brushing in with her muzzle and picking out songs. Banjotwang is sweet inside, but gets very defensive over her banjo. She isn't much of a nurturer, but she does her best to take care of Spitekit, and silently blames herself over his anger. In reality, it most likely came from his uncle, Wolfstab, as Storkface is his father.
Kits:
Spitekit: I don’t know what I’m doing
A Tom with a red colored head, yellow belly and tail, the rest of him is orange. His left eye is orange and his right eye is red, while his nose is yellow. The front paw is slightly smaller than the others making it hard to walk. Spitekit is always grumpy or mad (hence his name) and is almost never seen showing any hint of happiness. He hates everything and everyone expect himself. Nobody really likes him. Though it’s funny to hear him yell because his voice is at a high pitch.
Cats outside of Soapclan:
Crystal: I don’t know what I’m doing
A small beautiful she-cat whose pelt is a clear white color. She has wings that are almost cloud like. There about as her leg and can actually fly. Her eyes are green on the left and blue on the right. She is sweet and shy. Her mother abandoned her as a kit and has been living in soapclan territory for most of her life. She loves flying when it’s a sunny day outside but when it’s raining she tries to hide because rain hurts her wings. She tries her best to stay away from clan cats. Though she isn’t good at fighting.
Lucky: 𝙼𝚄𝚇𝙰
A scruffy, medium-haired tom with a slightly more heavy build. His fur is grey with splashes of golden like flames. He has a white face with a white chest splotch, paws, and tail tip. Lucky has a bobtail, and small tufted ears. He has lavender eyes that are a very dull color, but he is often very expressive regardless of his more unsaturated colorations. Lucky has bangs that he usually keeps out of his eyes for survival purposes. He usually grows it out a lot and seems to dye it frequently. While he may look off-putting at first, he is quite a friendly and chill dude. He is somewhat an introverted type, though he does enjoy company from time to time. Lucky has an interest in SoapClan and often gets nostalgic when it is brought up in a conversation with him. He seems to have a past with SoapClan. Lucky has a strange obsession with twoleg clothing, hair dyes and books, which you will often see him with these items running about. He aspires to be the first cat to read. (which... I don't think is possible or if it is he even would be the first cat to read, but don't tell him that) He is kind of self-absorbed and a bit cocky about certain things, but he tends to mean well... Maybe... Perhaps... Perhaps this is all a facade and he really wants to destroy SoapClan. Who knows. No one does, or does no one know? Who's no one? Why is no one? Who is he? Oh yeah, he finds art and literature cool. Lucky is not as lucky as his name says. He's followed by bad luck mainly on him. Even though he may have bad luck, for whatever reason any harm this bad luck ensues on him typically doesn't kill him. It's kind of weird. Oh yeah, he's also terrible at a lot of things because of this bad luck.
Rosie: I don’t know what I’m doing
Rosie is a big, muscular she-cat. She is a very light brown color, dark brown covers her back and she has brown spots around that area. Her under belly is white. Her eyes are a flaming gold, though they usually show a cold expression. Her tail is made up of a misty substance. Rosie is a cold-hearted cat, made to harm and kill others. She is an assassin. She works for the secret C.W. T. K., and underground community that carries out jobs that usually have to do with eliminating others. She is friends with no one. She despises everything expect for murder, hate, fame, and money. She has no known family.
Midnightpaw: I don’t know what I’m doing
Her pelt is the same as midnight the badger and her eyes look like a clear night sky. She is a little thinner than the average apprentice. She has an iq of 160. She is a very nervous cat. Her mother is unknown and her father is Jaggedclaw. Having no mother might explain her jumpy personal and it’s hard for her too work with Icesud since she is strict. Midnight tries her hardest too impress her mentor though it almost never works. If not working she is usually found staring at flowers all by herself. Sometimes she feels like the clan is dragging her down with stupidity since she is very smart. Usually if you talk to her she’ll start in a soft voice which turns into muttering. Also she looooooove ramen!1111234445^%#!111!1!1
Her pelt is the same as midnight the badger and her eyes look like a clear night sky. She is a little thinner than the average apprentice. She has an iq of 160. She is a very nervous cat. Her mother is unknown and her father is Jaggedclaw. Having no mother might explain her jumpy personal and it’s hard for her too work with Icesud since she is strict. Midnight tries her hardest too impress her mentor though it almost never works. If not working she is usually found staring at flowers all by herself. Sometimes she feels like the clan is dragging her down with stupidity since she is very smart. Usually if you talk to her she’ll start in a soft voice which turns into muttering. Also she looooooove ramen!1111234445^%#!111!1!1
Edit: Midnightpaw ran from Soapclan after attempting to frame Vermillionpaw for feeding Spitekit deathberries.
Hrokur: @aetherwyvern66
A jet black tom with mistrusting, deep, dark green eyes. His muzzle is slightly pulled into the shape of a bird's beak, hence his name, after the corvid the rook. He is huge compared to Wolfstab, being much taller and brawnier than him. His front claws are in a much more curved shape, due to climbing often. His tail is slightly shorter than normal, and his speed is fast. His ears are torn from many fights, and his body is covered in scars. The most noticable ones are the one that runs across his left eye. It goes from the top of his imaginary eyebrow to the bottom of his muzzle. Another scar runs down his right flank, from his shoulder to his tail. The last conspicious scar is one that is actually a Lichtenberg scar. After venturing and climbing an electrical tower, he got shocked on his left, hind paw. This burnt his fur, and left the skin revealed discolored. It shows an angry red color. It has a jagged pattern, and reaches up his leg in three different tendrils, splitting his leg into equal thirds. Hrokur is a mistrusting tom, with no real friends. Despite getting many she cats to follow him, he just drives them away. He is caused pain by his foot, and often snaps at anyone who gets an inch closer. Despite his terror in the Twolegplace he was born in, he wishes to go up against someone who can actually face him. He can climb easily, and isn't going to back down from a fight. No matter his looks, Hrokur is much more clever, fast, and agile than other cats. His mind is scarred from his mother giving birth to him in an alleyway, where Twolegs took her away, then fighting his siblings(all deceased) for survival. He often mutters three names, "Night Sky, Nimbus, and Roan." Those are his regrets of killing his siblings. He suffers from his PTSD, and knows to get close to someone will trigger that. He has PTSD(post-traumatic stress disorder) from those few memories. Anything that startles him can send him into a rage where the only thing that can calm him down is a touch on his ear. Anything that reminds him of his dead family will force him to freeze, and then violently lash out.
StarClan:
History
A long time ago, when twolegs roamed the land, nomadic and free, some chosen few could wield the power of the elements. They carried with them ancient wood staves that were imbued with knowledge and power. Each one had their own powers, unique to them and only them.
However, they did not always get along. Two of these magic wielders got into a fight about whose element was better- wind or earth. They took sides, other elementals joining in as well. They created fortresses, hoarding their knowledge for themselves. They set a deadline, to meet in the forest, and to settle the dispute once and for all.
Finally, that day came. On earth's side were the elementals of flowers, water, and darkness. On wind's side were the elementals of fire, light, and knowledge. The battle lasted for hours until finally, the elemental of flowers was killed by that of darkness, sending a wave of unbalance throughout the land. The spot where she died was blasted, and the ground rose, creating the floating island that Soapclan now lives on. The elementals blasted the island so many times, creating many effects, but none of them intended. Due to erosion, a source of water flows permanently out of the flower elemental's old staff. It produces flower-water, which, somewhere along the way to the surface, gets turned into soap.
Upon hearing the news, earth and wind stopped their fighting, and retired their magic. Their cat familiars went on to become mates. The descendants of these cats were passed on to generation after generation, resulting in the wild cats that we see today. The cats have lived relatively peacefully ever since.
Key
>: Cat on the left likes cat on the right.
<>: Both cats like eachother.
+: Cats are mates.
~: Cat on the left mentors cat on the right.
name+name=(name): Cat(s) in parenthesis are kits of the added cats.
Relationships
Stibstar + Unknown = (Wolfstab, Storkface)
Crystal > Wolfstab
Wolfstab ~ Opalpaw
Vermillionpaw <> Opalpaw
Skylight + Cougarclaw = (Lilacscent)
Midnightpaw > Opalpaw
Jaggedclaw + Unknown + (Midnightpaw)
Banjotwang + Storkface = (Spitekit)
Skylight ~ Vermillionpaw
Skylight + Crackerfoot
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