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.
Starlingfall wasn't convinced with what his nephew was saying. He sounded like he gave up from what he said last time. Plus, he highly doubted that the other teams didn't catch anything at this point. But then again... he wouldn't be completely surprised, considering how poorly the team was doing at the moment. Perhaps luck wasn't on their size like he initially thought. The tuxedo wasn't planning to respond to the difficult apprentice, anyway. So when Melondrop suggested that their growing intense conversation was enough, he simply flicked his tail. At this point, he was sure that the group would return to Tumblestar with empty jaws.
He followed the deputy, looking around for the bird. Sure enough, the injured creature was on its nest. Oh dear, he thought, rolling his eyes. Now that the creature clearly had something to protect, he knew the bird would fight back. And clearly, it was something Shiverpaw would have trouble handling. The tuxedo stayed silent as Melondrop warned his nephew, already peeved. He doubted the white apprentice would be in the mood to listen to more advice. But he hoped the young one did heed to the warning. He'd rather not carry his wounded nephew to Lilacpetal.
"Let's go," he told Shiverpaw without looking back. He watched the bird, figuring out the best plan of attack. "Try to aim for it's wounds." The tuxedo gestured to the blood on its wings with his tail. He gathered power from his legs, hoping Shiverpaw would have the sense to do the same. Starlingfall flicked his tail, alerting his teammates that he was going to attack. He leaped over, aiming for the wing that Melondrop latched onto moments ago. "Other wing," he said to his nephew. He snapped at the bird's neck, so it could be more distracted with him.
I wish I wasn't related to these arrogant bastards. Shiverpaw sighed to himself as they approached the hawk again. Shiverpaw let his gaze drift briefly toward the mountains, wondering if life was freer out there. Out where Antlercloud made his own rules. Hunted his own prey.
He ignored Starlingfall's advice to go for the bird's wounds. When had his family's advice ever served him well anyway?
He aimed straight for the birds back, gripping his claws along its shoulders. The bird stumbled under his weight, one of its wings flailed as Shiverpaw had not bothered to pin it. He bit down immediately on the bird's neck, eager to end the job rather than dance around the point like Starlingfall seemed to do.
I finally helped! Even Shiverpaw wanted to congratulate himself. He almost felt a spark of pride at his learning and progress today, but one glance back at the two others shattered every bit of positivity he might have felt. He realized that the other teams likely caught way more than this, and that his maneuver to catch the hawk was probably quite dangerous. Had he not managed to kill the bird fast enough, he would have been carried off into the skies by its sharp talons. The look on his companions' faces was not one of triumph, but of relief.
"Dangerous, I know," he meowed flatly, dropping the bird on the ground where it fell limp. "But I'd rather actually die than have you two talk about what an embarrassment I am. So here you go, at least we go got one."