Paean is a semi-literate Warriors roleplaying site with an emphasis on depth of character and effective plotting, set in a new territory with the four original Clans. It was orignially created in September 2016, and has experienced many different iterations. Paean once featured three tribes-- who may or may not return-- and a whole lot of worldbuilding; it is our hope that its newest form delivers in terms of quality!
We offer a detailed history, frequent plots and plenty of character-- all at After Dawn hope to see you join!
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The second MODERATOR spot is open.
Thunderclan and Riverclan MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE are still open.
Both clans are also in sore need of a DEPUTY.
All clans but THUNDERCLAN are lacking in STANDARD RANKS!
MAY 21-27 There's been a surge of members, now, and about eight high positions are left. Kaleb has ascended to the moderator position-- kudos!
JUNE 1-16 Nearly all HR spaces have been filled, although some may be reopened due to inactivity. Several roleplays have begun-- plot 001 is now getting into gear. The second moderator spot remains open, and Sonorous is now Paean's principal theme.
Sitting alone near his den was a rather large tomcat. Amber eyes glittering in the sunlight as they survived the quiet camp. Most cats were out on patrol or hunting or napping under the warms rays. Scorchstar's tail flicked, moving to curl softly around his paws.
Normally he would join in on the patrols and hunting, but today felt like a lazy one. So he stayed back in camp to relax and would allow his Clanmates to do the same as they returned from the day's work. The torbie male stretched his jaws, a large yawn passing through as his ears flicked against his skull.
All in a day's work. He thought humorously as he moved to lay on his belly, the terrain beneath him cool thanks to the shadow of his rocky den.
Maybe 'cause I'm a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death.
Yarrowpatch woke up dizzy, but that was to be expected. After the hazy feeling of realisation that followed a long conversation in the Elders' den, she felt.. renewed, almost. More at ease in her role, anyways. Windclan's newest Medicine Cat padded into camp with the security of a molly who felt worthy of her title, and her long tail flicked behind her as she basked in the early morning light. For once, she was utterly relaxed.
Her den was heavy with the scent of wildflowers and herbs intermingling-- the smell of home, she thought. Her mentor had always picked some on her rounds of her garden, and the smell reminded Yarrowpatch of her heavily, but there was less of a gaping hole, now. She had a little amaranth knotted into some of her chest-fur; a statement, of course, but one that brought a smile to her face. Yarrow's head was clear (for once,) and she had no patients nor responsibilities as of yet.
Pain was an unknown thing to her, right now. Tail held high, now, she approached the dip in Windclan's valley that led to the Leaders' den-- there were few other cats around, and Yarrow was in a conversational mood. Beggars couldn't be choosers, could they? She put on a small, private smile before throwing her head up, small paws covering the wide ground and approaching Scorchstar. Her smile widened-- a false one, now. "Hullo, Scorchstar," she mewed, nodding at him as she drew nearer. "How's the new den coming along?"
It was the sound of pawsteps that easily caught his attention. Amber eyes turned as a young white molly padded his way. He returned her smile, though he could easily tell hers was forced, why though was the question. With a twitch of his whiskers, he replied.
"It's coming along nicely. I should be able to put in a comfortable nest soon." Scorchstar had been sleeping on the floor of his den while he worked on it. No point in dragging in a den that would only get dirtied up by repairs and such. The tomcat didn't mind it much.
"And yours? Have you been able to gather all the herbs you need?" The feline would gladly over his assistance, or any of the other cat's in the camp to help their healer find what she needed.
Maybe 'cause I'm a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death.
Nodding, Yarrowpatch mewed, "Good idea, actually. My den was mostly left in the state that--" She choked on the sound of her mentor's name, ducking her head to the side but continuing as if unaffected, "She left it. So I'm not really lacking in herbs, but I was thinking of setting up a separate fresh-kill pile for my patients, so that the den's quarantined, and no sickness escapes."
Curling into herself as she shifted back to sit, she purred. "How kind of you to offer, Scorchstar." The words were saccharine in her mouth, but she'd rather not start anything so early on. It just felt.. wrong. Egging on the Leader could wait, and she did need some various painkillers-- her small stock was lacking in catmint, and she would have to move whatever crops were growing close to their border with Riverclan closer to them. It wasn't like there was none else, but it'd be interesting to see if there would be any conflict if they passed too close.
"I think I may need to be accompanied to the border-- the one near the Great River. I need new catmint buds-- the ones in my own patch are dead, and it's a staple. That's all, I think; you could hunt a little, too. How does that sound?"
Thinking over her suggestion, he could find nothing wrong with it. It would indeed keep other from picking up an illness while delivering fresh-kill. "I think that's a lovely idea. Though, we only need make one if a quarantine is needed." Making one just for the sake of it would be a waste of prey.
Scorchstar, at her thanks, kindly dipped his head. He was there to help and guide his Clanmates. It's what he was for. And Starclan did they need guidance after what they've all been through. The tom could only hope he was doing a good job.
"It sounds like a plan." He mewed. He was quick to get to his paws, stretching the forward in a arch to relieve the tension in his muscles. With a soft sigh, he straightened out, satisfied. "Hopefully our neighbors are friendly if we run into them."
It would be unwise of RiverClan to be hostile to both Leader and Medicine Cat, but tensions were high after the flood and one couldn't really be sure if anything would go according to plan.
Maybe 'cause I'm a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death.
She purred again, raising her tail at his agreement. “I wouldn’t blame them, either way, but we can take a patrol if you need assistance. It’s kind of you to offer to come, though.” Although most cats like him were insufferable, when he wasn’t on highstones spewing update after update, always remembering to thank Starclan.
Tail lashing, she made a round about the Leader, whiskers twitching. “Shall we?”
( sorry for the short length, i've been really loaded with exam prep lately. the replies will be a lil shorter xx )
The torbie feline headed for the camp entrance at her inquiry, tail flicking. "I believe we will be fine. If needed, you can always return for more warriors." His amber eyes scanned the camp once last time before he ducked out of camp, tail streaming behind him.
![O, how my heart sings, The bugle sounds, another Paean begins, And the stars twinkle in their places. [ TO BE UPDATED. ]](https://i.imgur.com/eWNOt3g.png){kind=link}