DEORUM (translating to The Gods) is a traditional warrior cat roleplay featuring the original four clans. The original storyline is followed closely up until the series Omen Of The Stars, in which the plot-line diverges allowing users to create their own tale from the warrior universe.
We are a semi-literate forum with a low word count to ensure all levels of players can participate. We have no character limit and employ an optional but simple die rolling mechanic to ensure variability with roleplay.
Cedarbranch came back into WindClan camp from hunting. The tom had caught a pretty decent shrew, which he was quite proud of himself for. As he walked to the fresh kill pile, he could see a judgmental stare come from some other cat he didn't really know. He sighed before placing the shrew into the fresh kill pile. The tomcat then went to sit somewhere he could see the silver pelt, as he liked feeling connected to his ancestors.
Before long, it had grown to a darker state of night, and the rain had slowed a tad bit. Though he couldn't see much of the silver pelt, he did see some glowing white dots here and there. Cedarbranch could feel his happy attitude, though he didn't seem to be able to fall asleep quite yet, and so, he just laid there for the time being.
[attr="class","nightscroll"]today had been a busy day. nightstar had spent much of the day helping out around camp, making sure the camp was reinforced enough to brave the storm. the rain had been pouring down in the morning, but by now the rain had slowed considerably, though not stopped completely. as the sun went down and darkness settled over the land, nightstar took a moment to watch the sky. there wasn't really much to see among the dark storm clouds covering a majority of the sky, but there were a couple breaks in the clouds here and there.[break][break]
though many of the clan had retired for the night, he noticed one individual remained. slowly, nightstar came up beside cedarbranch, rumbling a low greeting. "good evening, cedarbranch." the leader slowly sat down beside him. the tom was not clanborn, but had been taken in as a very young kit. however, he had become a respectable, loyal warrior of windclan. "how has your day been?"
Cedarbranch looked over at the large tomcat who was approaching him, recognizing it as Nightstar. He let a small smile out towards his leader, replying to him. "Good evening to you as well, Nightstar." Cedarbranch politely mewed. He hadn't had much interaction with the leader, but knew this black tom had been around since he was taken in as a kit. Cedarbranch didn't let his smile falter as he responded once more. "I've been doing quite well; thank you for asking." Cedarbranch stated.
He looked back up at the stormy clouds as rain fell down from the grey, puffy objects in the sky before looking towards Nightstar once more, opening his muzzle to speak. "How have you been doing?" Cedarbranch questioned in a kind tone of voice.
[attr="class","nightscroll"]"that's good." nightstar hummed in response. to be honest, small talk wasn't really one of nightstar's strong suits. he'd always been relatively introverted and rather gruff. he'd been making an effort to change that since he'd become leader, though. he wanted to appear more approachable-- he wanted his clanmates to be able to rely on him and trust him, rather than fear him. as cedarbranch asked how he was doing, he moved his gaze to the sky. it was a good question, indeed. how was he doing? he considered the question for a moment.[break][break]
"i'm doing fine." he eventually settled on, before giving a weary chuckle. "but i never imagined how hard it would be to be a leader. especially at my age." also, the circumstances surrounding his ascension... he'd risen through the ranks more quickly and tumultuously than he'd ever imagined. certainly it was a lot of stress. "... tell me, cedarbranch. what do you think of my leadership?" there was a brief pause before he continued. "is there anything you feel i should be doing differently? be honest-- don't worry, i won't bite." his lips twitched upward in a small smirk at his little joke.