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!
Mac
Admin
Xeno
Admin
Kaleb
Moderator
OPEN!
LOOKIN' PRETTY
vacancies
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.
Birchpelt was going to retrieve the vole she had left hidden outside the camp. She was going to go have a tasty meal. But no! Pain shot through her body, driving the she-cat in the direction of the nursery. The kits were coming. And earlier than Birch wanted them to. The worst part about it all was she hadn't told anyone. The creamy female slipped into the den, hoping no one would notice. She settled into a far corner, her breath heavy and quick.
The new mother had no idea what to do, no medicine cat to help her. She could only rely on her instincts. So she quietly did what was natural, until she felt something slippery at her rear. The she-cat turned to face a small kit, helpless. And then she was filled with a foreign emotion, what one would call love. Birch had never felt this before. Only a need to care for herself. But this was different. She wanted this kit, this lump of fur, to have a good life. First though, she needed to ensure its survival. Birchpelt grabbed the kit gently between her teeth and scooted her to her belly, cleaning her.
[smear:#b40b0b]Seven Devils all around me. [/smear:#000000:2]
A sweet scent flooded her senses as she washed clean and nuzzled into a warm body. The little brown tortoiseshell barely managed a soft mew before nuzzling against the swollen belly of her mother and latched on. She began to drink greedily.
Birch smiled at the tiny thing. It was so small, so innocent. It needed to be protected by her. It needed to be loved. However, it needed a name. Birch studied the kit, before deciding. "Hello... Wolfkit." Birch meowed happily at the tiny thing. And then the pain returned, just as strong as before. Another kit was coming. Birch let out a sharp hiss, then prepared for the net wave. It hit her roughly, sending her yowling for help. She hated it, hated the weakness. But it was worth it for her babies.
Birch felt another wriggle and saw another dark tortishell. Darker than his sister. Birch cleaned this one too, then set him by his sister. "Voidkit. My babies, you're so beautiful." She mewed proudly, nuzzling them tiredly.
[smear:#b40b0b]Seven Devils all around me. [/smear:#000000:2]
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Notes: Tags: @scorch @silver-Nova
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dreams."
A small, dark shape slid out, much smaller than his older littermate. Splotches of white and pale ginger tabby shone through the all-encompassing blackness that tinted the majority of his fur. Perhaps this was why he was named Voidkit, or perhaps it was because of the void left where his ear should be. Instead, there were a few fragile tendrils of skin, shielding a small hole leading to his inner ear. His tail was just a small nub as if there should have been something more in its place. Even so, the malformed kit was alive and breathing. He would survive.
let us disolve, let's forget which one's you and which one's me
It had been a long morning for Dawntuft, and so he was all but heaving as he dragged himself into camp.
Warblerstar, though young, had a scarily efficient grip on Shadowclan's patrols. At least he was aware of the tension brewing, and had made the appropriate adjustments to the clan's schedule to include some sort of security blanket so they weren't sitting ducks in the midst of a war. That was what Dawntuft told himself as he was making his way there, squinting ever so slightly. He was certainly out of shape, but that was what too much prey and too little moving around did to a cat! Despite being rather tired and, well, out for the count for the rest of the day, he could certainly say he was in a good mood.
But his lack of energy slunk quietly away as he watched a three-legged molly duck into the nursery. She had the telltale scent of kits on her, and Dawntuft raised his head mid-stride, straining to get a look at all of her. She looked like she was in pain-- could it be a kitting, so early into Greenleaf?
His curiosity got the best of him, and he could not defend himself for that. Stalking into the nursery, his eyes adjusting to the milk-scented dark, he searched for her, easily finding her curled body in the warmest spot of the communal den. Padding closer, Dawntuft gasped softly. "Ah, I'm sorry-- uh-- but congratulations. Do you need moss? Prey?"
Birchpelt licked the mewling kits, finally noticing one of their deformities. She licked Voidkit over, trying to figure out why he was missing an ear, and why his tail was bobbed. Perhaps it was the early kitting She wasn't sure though. From what the she-cat could tell, he was fine, he just looked different. Birchpelt hoped it wouldn't harm him too much in the moons to come. She was about to relax and doze off, but held back a hiss as a cat approached her, offering things she might need.
"Get me a mouse." She demanded, her body and mind tired. Normally, the she-cat wouldn't be this rude to her clanmates, but she wanted to be left alone. She wanted to eat. and then sleep for a while and then reveal the kits to the rest of the clan.
[smear:#b40b0b]Seven Devils all around me. [/smear:#000000:2]
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Notes: No probs. Tags: @scorch @ssillver-Nova @mac
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dreams."
![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}