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.
leaving the entrance of the tunnels with her new companion in tow, shrikeclouds’ mind raced. she wasn’t sure exactly what to think of batstorm. she seemed a little haughty, if not outright aggressive. she was curious, though, to see if that changed once her stomach was full. she knew several cats that were grumpy when they were hungry, which made leaf-bare a particularly prickly season for more reasons that just the cold. shrikecloud generally avoided cats that got aggravated quickly; they were too difficult to control, and manipulate, making it a pain in the tail to get things done in a timely manner. she wasn’t going to give up hope on batstorm yet, though.
“so do you like being a tunneller?” she asked, her stride confident as they made their way to the rolling hills. she wanted to know what made the she-cat tick, the innermost workings of her mind, to truly understand everything that drove the she-cat to be the way she was in this very moment of her life. “i’d imagine being out in the open fields is a drastic change from the tunnels.” the words felt stupid as soon as they left her mouth, and she chuckled at herself. “i'm sorry, that was mousebrained. of course, it would be. i don’t know why i said that.”
Now that she was out hunting again, this time with a companion, Batstorm's mood had improved somewhat. She didn't know what to think of said companion from their interactions so far, but hopefully she was a good hunter.
"Very much so," she replied, although her passion for the topic was subdued by her grumpiness. "It can be dangerous work, but it's fun. I find the smaller space comfortable, and the earth feels good on my paws and fur."
"Surprisingly, not to me," a small grin appeared on Batstorm's face. "It's different, but I love being on the moors as well, just not as much as being underground." The wind blowing through her fur was great, especially on a hot day, but the tunnels would always be her first choice.
After a few moments more, she stopped and lifted her head, scenting the air. Nothing fresh caught her nose, and she scowled. Not a good start.
much to shrikeclouds’ relief, batstorm didn’t linger on her mousebrained statement. it would’ve been an easy dig at the tuxedo molly, but to avoid it all together showed that batstorm had some sense of morality. shrikecloud wasn’t sure whether she liked that about the black she-cat or not. her ears twitched as the she-cat continued to talk about her life in the tunnels, and she tried to imagine herself living the majority of her life beneath the moors, but she immediately wrinkled her nose at the thought.
“i guess regardless of where our paths take us, there is danger.” she responded, glancing at her companion and catching the grin that brightened her features slightly. shrikecloud wouldn’t say that she was a pretty molly, though her black fur did remind her of onyx. a painful ache stabbed at her chest at the thought and she tried to push it away. “that makes sense. when you do your training and what not in the tunnels, i guess you become more accustomed to them, and you would feel more comfortable and like it more.” shrikecloud nodded her head a bit, then smiled kindly at batstorm. “thank you for sharing that with me, i don’t normally get to talk with my tunnellers counterparts.”
shortly after batstorm raised her head and scented the air, shrikecloud moved in the other direction and did the same. when nothing of note caught her attention, she huffed and turned back to the molly.
“i can’t smell anything, and judging by the look on you face neither can you.” she said, though her tone was light, in hopes of trying to bring up batstorm’ spirits. “let’s keep going. we’re bound to find something at some point!”
"No problem, I guess," she replied. Batstorm's impression of Shrikecloud was shifting towards positive with every moment, and she decided the black-and-white molly wasn't too bad, although there was still something about her companion that bothered her, which she still couldn't name.
With a little growl, she headed forward. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed, feeling like patches of blue sky between storm clouds. Focusing on hunting was tempering her mood, but also constantly reminded her she was hungry.
After some time, Batstorm tried again to scent something. And again, she detected only an absence of prey. "For the love of Starclan," she growled, frustratedly tearing her claws across the grass, "where has all the bloody prey gone?"