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.
01/08/2022 Leafbare hangs on with an iron grip. A blizzard rips through the territories, buring the clans under blankets of snow. Can you survive the cold?
30/07/2022 Goldfinchpaw has been selected as the new medicine cat's apprentice of Thunderclan.
19/07/2022 Condorstar has lost his final life to greencough. Myrtlesky has become Myrtlestar.
03/07/2022 Flamehowl has passed away, and Foxpaw has returned to warrior life. StarClan sent a loner to WindClan by the name of Vael. He has been accepted by StarClan as their new medicine cat, and now goes by the name Bitterntalon.
03/07/2022 Guppypaw has been named RiverClan's full medicine cat apprentice. Her name is now Guppywish!
01/07/2022 RiverClan has been victorious in their fight! They have decided to split the Grove with ShadowClan.
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They'd lost. It burned his throat and stung his pride. He'd known it could happened - prepared for the possibility - made plan after plan. He'd never genuinely expected to need those plans. He'd thought that today he'd be gathering ShadowClan in a show of unity - preparing them - then participating in that foolish ritual. Even if it was all for show.
Instead, he was leading his bloodied followers and the members of the Feral Fangs through the tunnels beneath the waters of the sundrown place. These tunnels were far deeper than many of the ones that he'd explored, but also more secure, with some sections seemingly carved from stone. Thankfully, they finally neared the exit, based on the way it began to feel like climbing a hill. Then almost blinding moonlight in comparison to the dark tunnels bellow - and he emerged. From the tunnel, almost appearing to come out like a cave into an large escarpment. The stone and undergrowth created a well sheltered clearing. In the distance, through the trees and underbrush, one could see water on to the horizon. If one followed the beach, they'd find themselves on a large island, and from the far beach could easily see the shores of RiverClan territory.
Glancing over his shoulder as his followers exited the tunnels behind him, relieved to see that they didn't appear to have lost anyone in the dark. It had been a long trip, and the ShadowClan cats had been exhausted in the fighting.
"Everyone, before we rest," He called as he pounced to the top of an outcropping stone, "I know we didn't achieve what we aimed to do today. I failed you - and for that, I apologize."
He dipped his head, feeling a genuine pang of guilt. Salamanderclaw's body would not be interned with honours, he suspected. At least he was rid of Nightingalefur, "We lost good cats. But we've also gained new allies."
He dipped his head to Prim and the strange hairless cat behind her, "Instead of looking at this as a loss, we should take our lumps and build from it. The Clan system fails us - and truthfully, I never could have built a better system from within. So together, I want to create a new system."
"I have no wish to be a leader who cannot be held to account," He half-lied, "And as such I wish to create a council of cats, those who can make proposals and who will vote in our best interest. Ratwhisker, Camelliarose, Prim, I would appoint you as the first. In the spirit of fairness, however - I would have another of the senior Fangs join this council. Prim - I would take your recommendation. More will be appointed in the coming days, but these core cats and myself will make up the backbone of our leadership."
"All of you, we are warriors no longer. We are Fangs no longer. I would give us a new name - The Clouded Claws," He told them, his eyes scanning for dissent, "And we will create new roles and a new way of life together."
"And when we have grown strong, we will take our revenge," His voice turned sinister, "ShadowClan will shatter beneath our paws, as will the rest."
[attr="class","khaltable"]The Feral Fangs hadn't been involved in the big push against ShadowClan. However, he and Prim lead the assault against the borders. They struck hard; pushing away at the borders the clan had worked so hard to fortify. Azarias had joined The Feral Fangs many seasons ago now. But, ever since the passing of Balthazar, their group felt lonely and as if something were missing. Having King absent only made it all feel quieter. Then, Antlercloud came along. Perhaps he was the purpose their group needed.
At the summon of Antlercloud's retreat; he and the other Feral Fangs joined them in their retreat. They had lost. Everyone's bodies were stained with blood, battled, bruised, their bodies aching and screaming with exhaustion. But, they still had a ways to go. They walked for a long time through dark looping tunnels. They were lead into a strange island; one that Azarias had never seen before. Thanatos; Azarias's bodyguard and friend asked awkwardly where they were, to which Azarias hushed him almost immediately. Antlercloud was about to speak.
Azarias did not know the fallen cats. None of his comrades from the Fangs were involved in the heavy pushes, so no losses were felt on their side. Perhaps for the best, seeing as their numbers were already dwindled. The tom however could sympathize with the former clan cats who had lost their allies though. His mind flashed back to Balthazar and he felt a fresh, burning reminder of the loss one felt.
The tuxedo went on; speaking of a new system and it seemed everyone's interests were suddenly spurred. Azarias pricked up his furless ears with interest. The tom wanted to make a council; one where they agreed on decisions. The idea was appealing to him, and instantly, he felt connected with the concept. His green gaze slid across to Prim who had been selected from The Feral Fang's side. He agreed with the decision; Prim was the next in charge after Balthazar's and King's untimely disappearance. However, he felt they needed another representative from the Fangs. How else could this new group ensure the support of the former Fangs?
Azarias nodded in approval as the tom went on, declaring their new name as The Clouded Claws. They were no longer Feral Fangs. It seemed appropriate. New times, meant new changes. A small smirk sprawled across his black and pink fleshy maw as Antlercloud added that the forest will shatter beneath his claws. In a soft voice, he meowed, "Clouded Claws! Clouded Claws!"
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She could still taste the sweet stench of blood on her lips. She had been one of the last recruits before the attack, and she knew her loyalties were not as strong as some of the more senior members of this group. However, the molly found interest in the fact that she was now among the first of this new group that their leader Antlercloud would be heading. To her confusion, she had not known about these fangs joining them, but seeing them enter the camp had been enough for her to only trust Antlercloud's word.
With a flourish of her own, she settled beneath her new leader, drinking in everything he said. A council, she liked the idea. Watching as the tom named his fellow friends and loyal companions made Downfeather desire nothing more than to be up there with them. She wanted the attention on her. As the new name floated before her, she felt something rise in her chest - was it pride? She had never been first in anything, and while she had not been first in the council, she had been one of the firsts of this new - was it a clan or group?
She opened her maw to yowl out the new name when she caught sight of a pink and black fleshy cat. Her eyes narrowed for a second, confused as to why this thing was around camp, but she shook her head to clear it of angry thoughts. "Clouded Claws!" She cried, her voice enchanting and loud as she leaned back on her hind legs and pawed at the sky. She was a warrior no longer, and she felt almost free.