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.
Prim had begun to grow restless, impatient even. It had been several moons since the band came together. From what the fluffy she cat saw, there had been progress among the ranks. Her mate, Balthazar, was training the younger cats well. They were becoming better every day. King had been doing his usual rounds, persuading foolish, insecure she cats to spill clan secrets by wooing them. She almost felt bad for them - having their minds manipulated for one's own gain. If someone had done that to her, there would have been hell to pay. But what her brother was doing was for the greater good. If there were no air-headed warriors to pick apart, then the plan would have gone a lot slower. And the she cat wouldn't have allowed that - the clans needed to pay.
Her irritation wasn't at the gang's growth; it was at her skillset. The Feral Fangs had been founded moons and moons ago and yet, her skills seemed rather stagnant. There was only so much she could have done with such limited knowledge. Whatever King was saying to the warriors, it wasn't directly helpful to her rank. But the she cat didn't bother asking him to inquire about herbs. If she wanted something done right, she would have to do it herself. She didn't have doubts in his ability to acquire information, but she didn't think he'd have much of a clue with what to do about it. Or at least how to communicate what he learned to her. She would have to be present for that one.
Prim sat in a secluded part of camp, watching the activity. She didn't know why, but watching everyone else succeed made her feel better. Even with how irked she was. Her mind went back into working mode. If she wanted more knowledge, she needed to think of a way to get it without alerting the clans. Perhaps a lone passerby would do the trick... While she didn't care to stray too far from the camp, she needed to do her duty. Even if it meant traveling until her pads fell off. Or speaking to dozens upon dozens of loners and rogues.
Her mind might have been occupied, but that didn't mean her ears were inactive. It was fairly obvious that someone was approaching her from behind. Without turning her head, she spoke. "Care to show yourself? Sneaking up on me is pointless, I'm afraid." Her tone was calm but slightly teasing.