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Post by Whitey on Feb 2, 2010 1:47:02 GMT -5
On the ground I lay,
Motionless in pain,
I can see my life flashing before my eyes,
Did I fall asleep?
Is this all a dream,
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare.
Delicate Impulse
"A journey long lost will be revived. The old will be new, and the new old. Courage will triumph."
The forest has been quiet, but this silence will soon be ruined. The towering rocks of the Mountains do not share the same peace. The mountains do not share the same silence. The Tribe Of Rushing Water has faced immense difficulties, and they have made a difficult decision, once made by the very clans themselves. They left their home. They left the mountains, and would seek out the cats they once knew. What exactly happened you ask? The sharptooth have returned. After many attempts to take their territory and home back, the tribe went to their last resort. They are counting on the cats that they've helped in the past to help them in this present. Though, the Clans may not be so willing in the Tribes time of need.
Our roleplay will begin simply with the Tribe cats beginning their journey. The Clan cats haven't the slightest of what is to happen. Once the Tribe arrives they will reside in the only place they can. The horse place.
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Generations have passed since the clans we have come to know and love moved from one forest to the next. If you can recall, the clans were forced from their old home because of activity from twolegs. The clans faced a difficult decision. Four became one, and they started and finished a long and harsh journey together. Abandoning their home was difficult, and the journey ahead was even worst. On this journey the clans had entered a territory foreign to them. A place known as the mountains. Residing in the mountains was a foreign clan. They called themselves The Tribe Of Rushing Water. This tribe helped the clan cats in their time of need. They offered food and warmth, to help provide strength for the traveling cats. In return the clan cats helped chase away a vicious predator from the tribes home. The sharptooth had been hunting down the cats of the tribe. The clan cats helped the tribe get rid of the predator. This left the two groups on a good foot. The clans left with a new alliance. This was generations ago. This story, is but a legend now.
In this present date the forest has been quiet, and peaceful. The clans have not been fighting, for there has been nothing to fight about. The forest has been silent, though this silence will soon be broken. The old alliance of the past will come back to haunt the clans. The sharptooth has returned, and the tribe had to make a difficult decision. A decision that clans themselves made generations ago. The tribe was facing death. They could stand their ground, and wait to be preyed upon, or leave their home and seek refuge. The chose the obvious latter. They went to the only place they could. They left to seek out their friends of old, and desperately hoped that they would return the favor that they did for them ages ago.
The clans don't have the slightest clue as to what is coming to their forest. Disagreements will surely rise. Blood will be shed. Controversy will fill the once quiet forest.
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Delicate is a literate role playing website based on the novel series 'Warriors' By Erin Hunter. Based solely on the world of these felines, there are many up hill battles. Only the best can live on to see the next dawn. Think you can take it?
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Delicate Impulse is currently brand new, and just opening, the following are available:
High Ranks. (Such as leaders, deputies, etc.)
Open staff positions.
Friendly members.
Active role playing.
And more of course.
xXx [/center] On this bed I lay,
Losing everything,
I can see my life passing me by,
Was it all too much,
Or just not enough,
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare.
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