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.
Declan’s small legs carried him quickly through the dense woods, his usual finely groomed black pelt knotted with leaves and other such debris. The dried leaves crunched under his paws, making it difficult for the small tom to keep up his steady pace. Though he wasn’t particularly out of shape, Declan was weak with fatigue and exhaustion. He didn’t know when the last time he had eaten was and he certainly didn’t know where to go for food. His twolegs had dropped him off on the side of the road and hadn’t looked back. Though he himself had been outside a few times, Declan didn’t know his way back home. He had been in the midst of searching for his home when he was spooked. It wasn’t hard to scare the skittish feline and it was only a matter of time before Declan was peeling off further into the woods, his heart racing in his chest. Branches tore at his coat, tufts of jet black left hanging on the low twigs. One branch caught Declan by surprised and swiped across his cheek, leaving a stinging sensation as well as a few drops of blood. Startled by the cut, Declan’s wide green eyes squeezed shut. His paws slid against the slippery leaves and the new loner was left tumbling off into the forest, a small cry of fear erupting from his form. Declan landed with a splash, his frail body flailing in a shallow stream. Immediately, the tom’s long fur was soaked through to the bone, leaving the feline shivering intensely. A small sob built up in his chest and Declan struggled to keep it down. He had never felt so miserable in his life. Hungry, cold, afraid, and alone. "
" The city is a scary place, full of monsters both big and small.
The lights are blinding, the streets crowded, words that you can't understand are yelled right at you.
Some find it tougher than others, some don't survive, some will barely make it out alive.
The days are long, nights even longer, it's tough on your paw pads, and on your skin too.
There's many things to fear in the streets: dogs, cats, humans, rats, disease, fire, glass.... Everywhere.
You see, now that you know some things about how we all live here, you should understand, that the city isn't grand,
I suggest, turn away, walk back to where your well-kept butt came from, because out here, you won't last a day."
"This is Scathe's city, he owns the place, knows all about it, 'e does.
If y'wanna survive in this hell hole, try to find him, he'll give ya a hand,
although, watch your back, he's pretty good at stabbing those."
Cracked paw pads pattered down against the hard cement ground, warm with the day's sunlight as the golden ball hung overhead.
The brute's voluminous plumage ruffled up in the wind, bringing the scent of some sort of meat towards the tom's nose. Scathe strutted along the sidewalk, the frequent blurring of human legs bustled by his sturdy bodice, however the feline had become so used to that. he tom's cloudy green optics were half shut in the pleasure that the warm sunlight brought down upon his darkly-coloured back.
He ambulated with style and mere finesse, as if nothing in the world could change him. As he walked, his rather poofy caudal fluctuated out behind his body, whilst his muscular build swayed. The tom’s cranium was held high with elegance, neck arched regally as thin wisps of air transmitted out from his nostrils.
Scathe seemed in a rather joyful mood today, as he was indeed searching for another feline.
And, of course, he had to look the part and seem as friendly as possible. First impressions mattered to him. Although second impressions, not so much. The red bandana upon his neck hung down loosely and stated to everyone around him, that he was who he was. Most people knew of him, his reputation had boosted in the last few months due to his attacks on others. Scathe still trotted along in his airy gate, each white paw placed perfectly upon the ground.
It felt like today may be the day.
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![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}