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THE SECOND GATHERING - “Changes”.

The gathering between Moonclan and Sunclan begins with some tension. While the weather is relatively pleasant, sickness still hangs thick in the air. Leechstar and Blightstar arrive, but Blightstar concedes to his Deputy, Stormecho, to take his place upon the highest point of the Stone Spire. This is met with some reluctance and strange glances from the surrounding cats, some of which notice that Blighstar looks particularly ill. 

As the clans meet with one another, the former Duskclan cats ("The Mirror Event" writeup coming soon) mingle with one another. Moose, the kittypet, is greeted by his Moonclan friends. Minkblaze boasts, but admits to wanting to pursue becoming a Waverunner. Bubblepaw gives Chukar a tour of introductions, running into Beetlepaw, then goes off to find Flamepaw. Icepaw arrives, making the congregation of apprentices even larger, where they discuss how Blightstar is like.

The meeting commences with a brief argument about who should begin. In the meantime, Flamepaw has a tense conversation when it comes to Waspheart, telling Beetlepaw to ask them about Ravenwatcher and what happened at the border. Midnightpaw arrives, having been escorted back to the gathering. As the leaders exchange words, the apprentices wonder who would win in a fight. Beetlepaw finds Midnightpaw, realizing they're wounded. Flamepaw leaves, angry at Icepaw. Salamandermask finds Beetlepaw and Midnightpaw, who lies by saying that they fell to receive their current injuries. Salamandermask attempts to give Midnightpaw the only antidote to the plague.

Leechstar explains that while a plague has fallen upon them, Moonclan is still thriving. He says that Pumpkinbelly is expecting kits, and that they'd taken in a 'Cinderkit' into their lives as well (he doesn't, however, explain that Cinderkit is a wolverine cub). He also tells of the message that he'd been given from their past leader, Swanstar, who says that the Moonlit Shore and Starclan are no longer safe, as they are now marked with the scent of the Crimson Dawn. When the Martyr is mentioned, some cats look noticeably uncomfortable. 

Stormecho, in the place of his leader, also explains that Sunclan is suffering from illness. He also explains that rotting prey has been showing up around the territory, threatening their livelihoods, and that they've been diligent to mark any human traps in the forest. On a more personal, optimistic note, he also explains that himself and Blightstar had just finished their Joining of Hearts ceremony. He also warns that he recieved a similar omen from Starclan, warning of a same threat. 

As if summoned, the Crimson Dawn arrives. The Martyr is the first to speak, telling the cats that their organization is eternal and unbreakable. He mentions having kits, too. The Prophet is there, as well, in defense of his god taken material shape. This rattles the marked cats considerably. 

Naturally, a confrontation happens. Most clan cats rebuff the advances of the Martyr, but some are curious. Blightstar takes charge and addresses the Prophet, who isn't afraid of physical altercations, and the leader lunges at him. A fight breaks out and with a dying gasp ("Watch this well, or die like the rest."), the Prophet pulls away from Blightstar's teeth and dies at the foot of the Stone Spire. The Martyr flees. 

A wheeze breaks through the quiet and the Prophet eventually revives after a minute. Blightstar is furious, but the Prophet is just amused. Everything descends into chaos by this point. Blightstar orders Stormecho to take Sunclan home, while he goes with the Crimson Dawn. 

Above them, the moon is blocked out and stars begin to fall.

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I forgot I have some obligations to do tonight so I’ll be having the applications run for a little while longer.

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THE FIRST VISION

Originally posted 7/03/2018

When you fall asleep that night, where-ever you are, you hear the song of distant bells. 

 Being wild cats, of course, you've never actually heard bells before. The chiming is a paradoxical mix of both calming and irritating, but your body is too fatigued to get up and investigate. The trials of clan life is a hard one, after all, and it leaves the body more exhausted than when it got up in the morning. Even if you had somehow managed to come upon the waking world, the noise would've disappeared anyway. 

 After a minute, although it feels like several, your body sinks. Instead of rousing yourself awake with a rapid pulse, though, you sink deeper into the earth and your consciousness. The chimes are muffled, and your body feels compressed. Suffocated. When your eyes open to the scentless, foggy, treeless clearing, you realize there's two others there beside you. You also notice something else. This isn't your territory. It's no-where you've ever seen before. What do you do?

Flamekit had never experienced anything like this; that wasn't saying much, given that she'd only left camp for the first time that day, but still. She got to her paws cautiously, looking around with rounded yellow eyes. 

 "Hello?" she called, not thinking to check on either of the others. She recognized the smell of clan cat on the one she didn't know, and she'd been with Phloxstorm just earlier, anyway. Her tail stuck high in the air, fur bristling with unease, she started to move forward.

Phloxstorm's fur bristled soon after he opened his eyes, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings and the muffled chiming coming from-- somewhere. Whatever it is, it's especially irritating to him. He scratches at his ears, hoping to somehow drive away the dull ringing. 

 "Hey, kid, what are you..." They grunted, eventually heaving themselves to their feet to walk beside her. They warily glanced around, folding an ear back somewhat as the surroundings become more and more notably unfamiliar. 

 He stares at Flamekit for a bit, puzzled as to why he'd suddenly be dreaming about the kid. Whatever this is, it's... Different, from the usual. He's not sure which he'd prefer, yet, but he's at least certain that he did not know the third cat that was there. Was definitely someone from Sunclan, though.

Flamekit flicked her tail in acknowledgement at the warrior's words, but only picked up the pace. There was so much fog, and she couldn't remember ever seeing so much of it before.

Ah, man, was this another dream where he thought he was talking but in actuality no one could hear him? Freaky, he hates that shit. Phloxstorm sighs, and makes sure to keep up with the kit. He doesn't trust this fog already.

The desolate plain is filled with hard earth, sparse weeds, and large round stones. The further you go, the more alien everything smells. Something about the alleged dream was different than dreams in that it lacked a certain lucidity, and that it wasn't nearly as ridiculous. Where-ever they went, the unpredictability was very much unlike that of a typical brain attempting to cope with stress. 

 All was silent.

Then, suddenly, without warning... a noise.

A noise, which grew into a whisper, that grew into shaking the barren ground at their feet.

Flamekit's steps slowed but didn't still, even as her heart hammered in her chest. This was scary, and she wondered if she'd just forgotten to wake up and was now, well, awake. 

 That kind of made sense in her head. 

 Voice low, she glanced at the others and spoke. "Did you wake up?"

  He hissed, eyes widening in alarm as he moved even closer to Flamekit.  Like, just in case cracks started to form or something, he could easily scoop her up. 

As she mewed, his brows knitted together. It clicked, after a moment. This wasn't a dream, was it? Fucking spooky ass shit, he was too tired for this. "...Yeah. I think. Somewhat."

Another shockwave. It would've been enough to keep their cats on their feet for now, but the second one was stronger. Flames and embers suddenly lit up the sky before them, but when they struck the ground, instead of burning they smoldered into blackness. The entire foundation shook again, and again, until the world as they knew it became a constant tumult like troubled waves in the ocean against the shore. 

 If they had their eyes open then, a cat stood staring at them just feet away. Unmoving.

A golden cat, but not a gold that the cats regarding it had ever seen. When the ground moved, its coat rippled, each tuft of fur floating in slow motion as if it controlled the very thing that was happening with such little effort. 

Flamekit sucked in a sharp breath, freezing in her fear and crouching to stay on her feet, tail tucked beneath her. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, taking in everything as it happened around them. Eventually, she straightened up, still unsteady. 

 The kit shifted on her paws, unwilling to get near the flames (was that what they were? And was this what she had been named for?) but aching to learn more. She didn't even look back at either of the others before she took off at a run, getting closer to the golden cat despite everything in her telling her to stay away.

Gritting her teeth, Phloxstorm narrowed her eyes and lowered her head in an attempt to shield them from any debris. She plowed on a heat, locking her sights on the unknown figure. Fuck this shit, she wasn't going to bother continuing to question why Flamekit and another stranger was here. 

Growling low in their throat, they approached the golden cat. What the fuck was this guy's deal? What the fuck is going on?  Just. "What the fuck?" He noticed Flamekit running alongside him, but couldn't bring himself to comment on it. 

  The closer they tried to approach, the further the golden cat seemed to get. As they ran, the world began to fall away - like ash, becoming blackened the fluttering away with the breeze that they could neither see nor feel. The golden cat remained, though, its white eyes unblinking as they tried to approach. Running in place, as it were. 

 It would wait until they were tired, which might've felt like an eternity, since the atmosphere of the room would get heavier the longer their legs tried to move forward. When they stopped, the cat seemed to move forward and not move at all. Its movements were deliberate, but faster than what the eye could plainly detect.   

Flamekit ran until her legs gave out, eventually collapsing. She wondered, as she watched the golden cat, if this was what Starclan was. 

 "Can, can I ask you something?" she called to the cat, trying to ignore how her heart was pounding.

Phloxstorm's thoughts was an litany of profanities, just a constant cycle as he eventually just gave up trying to approach the mysterious figure.

Tail lashing in the air, as he soon stood over Flamekit protectively, he tried to level his stare with the golden cat. Was this what Starclan was like?  Didn't match any stories at all, seemed a bit fucked up more than anything.

She kept her chin held high, not wanting to appear weak when there's a kit right here, that she might need to run away with. Oh, he was beginning to desperately want to retreat back into the safety of his own nest.

The golden cat paused. "YES, CHILD?" 

 Its lips didn't move, the voice coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once within the blindingly white, endless expanse.

Flamekit's first thought was, fittingly, fuck. She opened and then closed her mouth, struggling to her paws and then taking a single step forward, out from under Phloxstorm. 

 "Do you know who my dad is?" she asked, eyes wide as she searched its face. Later, she would realize that her priorities were skewed.

Please don't hurt the kid, please don't hurt the kid, please don't-- Phloxstorm bite his tongue, in his effort to not say anything. He made a muffled sort of scream, mostly because he didn't even opened his mouth, and quickly stepped forward as well. 

 That, wasn't really something she should have asked. He managed to piece it together, she could have just asked him-- then again, he has the face of a grizzled idiot. So. His ears twitched, and he warily awaited the etheral cat's reply with his breath stuck in his throat. It made a low, monotonous, mechanical chuckle. As it came before Flamekit, the golden cat changed shape. It became diminutive, smaller than a kit, but still looked older than her somehow. Its body was well-proportioned, if a bit stocky, with a round face, small ears, spots on its coat and stripes upon its face. Never losing its golden color, of course, with the markings only being but a shade darker. 

 "OF COURSE, CHILD." 

 A circle of flame spread around them. With a broken attention, the cat that appeared a split second later was... different.

 "I."

 It was massive. Larger than ten cats, probably. Muscles bulged underneath its coat, its paws big enough to crush a cat within a pawstep. Its tail, if you could even call it that, wasn't even big enough to curl around the front of it. 

 "KNOW." 

 They'd have to crane their necks up to see the drooling countenance before them, snarling with a ferocity barely known by even the most bloodthirsty of cats. On each side of its mouth where teeth would be was a curved, knife-like saber, that stretched beyond its lower jaw and ended in a point.

"EVERYTHING."

With one calculated swipe, it contacted all three cats and sent them flying.The golden cat disappeared. Each of their bodies shattered through the illusion. This was no dream.Darkness. 

Stars sparkle above your heads. 

Flamekit had never been struck before, not by anyone who wasn't just playing. She screamed as she was swiped, the air knocked from her lungs. 

 Her only thought, as she stared up at the stars, was that that... monster was clearly a liar. Why else would it not just tell her the answer? It didn't know anything -- it couldn't, and that was how she would comfort herself. 

 Flamekit lay still, scared to get up.

Oh. What the fuck?  Well, maybe he shouldn't have eaten that seaweed earlier. He growls, but before he could say or do anything his paws were no longer on the ground. Wheezing as the air was knocked out of him, Phloxstorm reached for Flamekit, tucking her close as he braced himself to-- 

 Land?  He blinks, taking in the drastic shift of scenery. This was definitely a different place, now. Less foreboding,he guessed. Who the fuck was that? He took a few moments to regain his breath, eyes wide as he dumbly stared up at the sky."Uh, Flamekit, you alright?" It was a dumb question. Whatever that thing was, it was a fucking nightmare dialed up to eleven.

"No!" Flamekit exclaimed. "I mean -- yes. I don't feel broken." 

 She sat up, stretching her legs experimentally and flexing her toes. Satisfied, she got to her feet, casting a wary look around.

 "Are we dead? Was that the Dark Forest?"

Phloxstorm frowned, moving to sit up before looking around. "...I don't think so.  No forest, yeah? Uh," he winced, the last visage still fresh on his mind. Probably sealed into the back of his eyelids, now. 

 "I, uh, don't think we're dead, kid. It would be kinda funny if we all died at once-- including sunshine over there." They flicked an ear, slowly standing up and shaking out their paws. He sniffed at Flamekit, to see if she really was okay.

Flamekit scrunched up her nose and leaned away from him. “There was fire. Maybe it burned it down.”

The stars glimmered. 

 Who are they? 

Oh, poor dears... 

They aren't supposed to be here!? 

Well, do something about it. 

Stop bickering. 

Yeah, don't fight. 

Come on.

The whispers sighed, simultaneously. All cats would feel a pressure like a comforting nuzzle of an unseen cat on their pelts, then a pull forward into the darkness, away from the stars.A magnetic instinct, if you will.The vision ends.

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Im on mobile so sorry if you have a faq and I cant see it. But what is the rp based on, and are you accepting? (By based on I mean rp'd on like Skype or discord)

Hey! 

1. The roleplay is based in Discord!

2. Yes, we are currently accepting!

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Whoops, I’m an idiot and didn’t put in the right link. It should be correct now.

APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN!

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I will be accepting as many people as I can this time, but I don’t have a specific number because I never adhere to it. 

The current “Story So Far” document is here, and a FAQ is under the cut.

These applications will be open for 24 hours.

Keep reading

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what if I opened applications again like as a joke

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LORE DOCUMENT #2 - Faiths of Other Animals

While not particularly relevant to feline life, it would be incorrect to assume that no other animal has faith in anything but themselves. Starclan isn't the only realm where dead things go, after all. There also exists animals who lack faith entirely, or don't believe that it has any affect on everyday life. With that said, it would be impossible to cover every minutae of every species, as many won't be seen in The Darkest Dawn. You can send an ask on a specific species if one isn't covered here if you're curious about them.

Foxes are perhaps second only to cats with their devotion to their pantheon of living gods. These gods are usually bound to an area over a specific thing and can be communed with if so desired, although they tend to be rather fickle as to whom they speak with. They do not tend to give prophecy, but will send warnings in the form of dreams. These gods are present so long there are foxes, but will leave an area if it becomes too hostile for foxes to exist within. Adept fox kits will be "blessed" by one of these gods if they show particular promise. Foxes do have an afterlife, but it is rarely spoken of as it's considered taboo.

Raccoons don't have gods so much as they have a list of virtues that, if a raccoon expresses them in life, gives them an air of superiority that makes them closer to epitomizing that virtue in death. Survival, stealth, flexibility, and fierceness are one of many virtues. Raccoons tend to make up their own lore very frequently, so it changes from individual to individual. There is no whole "truth" when it comes to these masked bandits, and whethere they have someplace to go to after they die is considered unimportant as most raccoons believe that they'll live forever anyway.

Most solitary animals (cougar, lynx, bobcat, wolverine, etc.) lack faith, as it would not be advantageous for them to do so. Lacking social bonds, there exists no need to share verbal experiences or to relate something to such as gods. Without belief, the realm does not exist. 

Wolves, in spite of being incredibly social animals, also don't have much in the way of theistic belief. Their beliefs ride solely on the family unit and their family which came before them (so on and so forth), meaning that well-established packs, merged packs, or lone wolf pairs who manage to make a pack of their own can have quite extensive backgrounds. A growing pup is expected to learn the ancestry of their parents and grandparents, although it is greatly preferred to know further back. Verbal recollections of history and stories are also extremely important and told, sometimes, by way of howling. Their afterlife is actually pretty similar to Starclan, although it's said to merge frequently with the living world so they can run in the steps of their pack. 

Feral dogs, while rare, take on commonalities to wolves in their social and belief structure. It is a bastardized version, however, as feral dogs don't have as tight of family-based society. Domestic dogs, meanwhile, mostly look up to their owners in a kind of reverent loyalty, but to describe looking upon humans as gods would be too generous of a concept.

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“You’re killing the stars, Burning-eyes. You’re killing the stars and you’re killing me.”

@thedarkestdawnrp is doing a plague plot and it’s all I need in life.

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ive applied a bunch for darkest dawn and havent gotten in and im kind of just embarrassed at this point lol 😂

To be fair there are very limited spots and I get 20+ applications every time. If I accepted everyone, we’d have well over 100 people in the server. From a numbers standpoint this is great, but from an organization standpoint it isn’t considering everyone inevitably plays multiple characters.

It’s also less about the quality of the character and sometimes dependent on what we need. Sometimes I’ll deny an application because they’re submitted on newly created accounts or no account at all, as I’ve had people attempt to evade bans this way.

There may be more apps opening soon and you’re free to try again. I apologize I can’t get back to everyone.

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Oh yeah, I did a pmv part.

These are characters that I play on @thedarkestdawnrp!

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Misc. doodles of the NPCs I got attached to during The Mirror Event.

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look at yourself in the mirror, 

i am there inside

Process video here.

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The sky is falling like it always does So I guess we’ll see if someone’s watching over us So let it rain The clouds look heavy, but they bear no weight The scars can’t hurt you and the bruises will fade,

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i am,, finished @thedarkestdawnrp take it

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