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.
[attr="class","maintext"] THE BATTLE[break] Due to the influx of kittens and the looming leaf-bare, Hawkstar has decided that RiverClan will contest Maple Grove. RiverClan is attacking, and ThunderClan is defending Maple Grove. [break][break]
MEDICINE CAT GUIDELINES[break]
These are OPEN threads for all cats who wanted to be a part of the battle but are not listed in the above combat assignments, or cats who are injured in assigned combat.
There is no post order or requirements for these threads!
These threads will not contribute to the overall scoreboard of the battle
You may pretend your cat was injured and taken to the Clan medicine cat, or simply helping the medicine cat instead of fighting
BEST WISHES TO THE INJURED! YOU HAVE FOUGHT BRAVELY.
The voice that was muffled due to how hard his head was smacked had kept trying to guide him, once or twice the ginger tom nearly collapsed. His side hurt and the droplets of blood left a good enough trail from the battle ground. His head felt ready to split again. At least what little he could make out wasn't snow or ice. He could make out bits of grass and sunlight. He just wanted to fall and stop moving, but he'd feel those teeth grabbing a hold of his scruff and pulling him back up with a firm gentleness that seemed to speak urgency. Maybe if he could understand the muffled voice, he'd have more idea on what was happening? Would it do anything though?
Some sort of familiar scent came to him after a while and this time when he collapsed down onto something soft, he wasn't forced to get back up straight away. He could hear more voices and honestly, it made his head hurt more. He squezed his eyes closed as he grimanced. Ears slanting as he did and he just wanted everything to stop aching and hurting. He was already gonna feel stupid enough if Houndstripe saw him again. What kind of apprentice still gets lost after hitting their head in their own territory? What apprentice gets stuck with some Starclan cat's memories?
Flamepaw had slimmed down some since his disappearance, his fur was a mess and one could make out his cheek bones better. He was still in good health but it probably didn't make how he felt any better. With a bleeding side at his ribs and a strong enough bonk to the head? The world was slowly coming back into focus as he laid there. Not sure if any of the voices were directed at him or not.
ooc notes: Flamepaw has lost his battle and was brought back by a fellow clanmate. This can be anyone who partook in teh fight or didn't. So anyone can fill this role if they wanted to. And Flame was missing for four moons, so the battle is the first time he's been seen in a while.) Lilacpetal ♡
[attr="class","text-area"] Stormhawk felt numb as he made his way back to camp. His head kept going round and round about how much the wounds hurt and the deep soreness in his muscles.
I have to get back to camp. To Lilacpetal... Lilacpetal.. Lavenderheart. Astershine.
Amidst the guilt, the pain, the sorrow from having to fight Feathertail he chanted his children's names in his head until the familiar scent of camp washed over him. He glanced blearily around the camp, legs trembling, begging for him to rest. The brutal claw marks along his side and down his belly burned and stung, yet the blood was beginning to dry. The feeling of it in his fur made him feel sick.
He stumbled into the medicine den finally, calling out to his daughter. "Lilacpetal?" His green eyes seemed to finally focus for a minute as a foreign scent registered to him. His fur bristled until he saw a familiar face. A face he hadn't seen in moons.
"Flamepaw...?" He slowly approached the apprentice whom he hadn't seen in moons who looked worse for the wear to say the least.
Had he fought in the battle? Where had he come from?
He had many questions but instead sat heavily beside the younger tom to keep him company, relieved to have something else to focus on for a moment. Even if it was a bewildered astonishment at seeing a clanmate he'd thought was lost.
[attr="class","lilacscroll"]lilacpetal was nervous. of course she was nervous-- her entire life so far had seen nothing but peace among the clans. but it all changed just as quickly. she couldn't fathom riverclan's decision to attack thunderclan and steal a vital part of their territory, but as the battle raged and cats began to come to her, injured and bleeding... it was all she could do to keep the panic down as she got to work, healing her clanmates. poultice after poultice was applied to cats' wounds, and from the looks of it... thunderclan were at a big disadvantage here.[break][break]
she glanced up as she heard pawsteps, and saw a figure being supported by another of their clanmates. a familiar figure... one that hadn't been around the last several moons. "f-flamepaw?" the tom was heavily injured, as well. had he returned just in time for the fight? he looked in a bad way, too. as he flopped down in one of the ready made nests, she immediately got to work. as she worked to patch him up the best she could, her father's voice briefly broke her focus and she glanced up. "dad?!" her father also looked worse for wear, the massive bleeding wound on his side standing out to her more than anything else. with flamepaw having been tended to, she set her sights on the senior warrior.[break][break]
"i-it's gonna be okay. everything's gonna be o-okay." she mumbled to herself to quell the rapidly increasing panic that threatened to take hold as she went about taking care of her father's wounds. this must've been how jayfeather felt, before she'd been apprenticed to him...
There was a soft voice, surprised sounding as well. Almost questioning...and then there was another voice. Equal surprise but not as soft. Opening his eyes again as he breathed in and out, the young tom was too out of it to notice as Liliacpetal worked to patch up his side. A few blinks as the world came into focus in full. A familiar den, the smell of herbs that were strong there....a glance to the side revealed a older cat laying next to him. A shape came into view and came into view. His golden eye widened a little as he finally figured out who these two were.
"Liliacpetal? Stormhawk?" Flamepaw asked, his notced ear gave a twitch.
Another set of blinks as he took in their appearance, Stormhawk looked a bit worse than last he saw em...that's when the battle came back to him. Ah yes, that made sense for why they looked different. They were hurt...from the looks of it, badly. Flamepaw raised his head, though felt the dizzyness hit and he just sank down again, a low groan leaving him.
"Where...am I exactly?" Flamepaw asked. "I don't remember getting back to camp but...it smells like the medicine den."
That's because it was. Though he was still out of it to a degree so, give the lad some slack?