Welcome to Warriors of the Moon! We are a modern-day warrior cats roleplay! It's been 10 years, and all of the original Clans have disbanded. Even SkyClan means nothing. We have new ones called MarshClan, MistClan, PeakClan, and WolfClan. We're one account per person, like most warriors roleplays. Meaning, no character accounts!
Our roleplay rating is 3-0-2, and we have a simple application and a quick acceptance process! Your character will be approved in not even an hour, depends on our timezones, though! Welcome!
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// HISTORY // Rowanblaze was born a much different cat, with a different name, in a different clan, but much happened to bring him to where he is today. Once, he was known as Waspkit, born alongside his sister Sorrelkit in Wolfclan. They were meant to live a happy life amongst their clan. Sure, their clanmates were tougher than other clans and expectations were high - they weren’t called Wolfclan for no reason - however, that was all they would ever know, and they were supposed to be content with it. And Waspkit was. He was a rowdy kit that had very intention of being big and strong one day, of being as fearsome as his older clanmates and being the topic of stories like the epic once the elders told him. Yet as he grew up, he realised he wasn’t as brave and fearsome as he wanted to be.
His apprenticeship wasn’t easy. It was filled with trials, and it was clear he wasn’t entirely ready for them. He was too hesitant, to unsure of himself. He wasn’t cut out to be a warrior, that’s what he was told, that’s what he began believing. His apparent incompetence brought him more chores than training, until he began to realise something. How was he expected to learn if he was never taught anything? So, he began training elsewhere, in his dreams. A Dark Forest warrior came to him, and while at first he cowered from the thought of this, remembered stories of the invasion, he was told that this training was good. He would be everything he wanted, for the sake of him and his clan, and never be expected to betray his clanmates. He learnt much, and his training picked up, he became so much better. For once, he felt confidence and pride in his training, and he started getting the attention he wanted. He even became a warrior sooner than he’d expected, Waspfang, because he was a fighter. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was for anyone to find out about his secret training. Deep down he knew this was wrong, bad even. Yet it wasn’t till his sister found out that he realised just how wrong. He wasn’t sure if his sister had ratted him out or if someone else had discovered it - maybe it was even the clanmate he’d spotted training there too - but one thing was for sure. Someone told, and that was the end of it. The end of everything.
Part of him blamed his oh so perfect sister.
Furious at his apparent treachery, a clanmate tried to kill him, and with two more by their side, they drove him out. Not just from Wolfclan, but from the clans all together. Perhaps Waspaw would have died that day, if it weren’t for some twolegs finding him and taking him to their strange Healer. Once he was better they called him Jinx - which made no sense to him - and had him live with them. At first he was terrified, yet their current cat was friendly a reassuring, showing him his first true glimpse of unconditional kindness, and the time he was shut in whilst he was healing got him used to the twolegs. He was given no collar, and they had no dog, so life was actually okay there. Eventually, he was released, and when he ran into an apprentice - now a warrior - from his clan, he found himself returning to his kittypet life. He had a friend there, a loner than often visited, and he was beginning to feel like they might become more than friends.
That was, until the loner was snatched away by twolegs. He searched and searched, but he could never find her again.
By this time, he could not find his old home either. He was lost and forgotten. His clan thought him dead, and his twolegs had no way of finding him. Life on the streets was hard, but at least he knew from his training how to hunt and fight. He could feed himself and defend himself, at least. Even the Dark Forest warriors had lost interest in him since he’d become a kittypet. Eventually, though, he realised the life of a loner wasn’t for him. Defeated and desperate for a life that meant something, a life of kinship that he could connect with, he returned to the clans. However, unable to feel any kind of draw to the clan that had never truly been his home, that thought him dead, he turned instead to Mistclan, who accepted him into their ranks and renamed him Rowanblaze.
Once again, another name, another life.
// PERSONALITY // Rowanblaze might seem to some like he doesn’t really have a personality. He is quite and solitary, a calm tom that takes most everything in stride, and doesn’t seem to ever be terribly out of his league, even if internally he is panicking. He had learnt over the moons to keep his thoughts and feelings under wraps, to just live his own life and let everyone else get on with theirs. However, if anyone looked hard enough, they’d likely see the edge of determination in his often seemingly dull eyes. He was a warrior again, and he was going to make the best of it. There are rumours that he was once a Wolfclan cat from the sparing gatherings he went to, and he’d had the slightest kittypet scent and the name Jinx when he’d arrived, but he doesn’t tend to acknowledge the whispers or speak of his past. Its best left in the shadows, in his mind, and perhaps he’d rather not face it. He hates to have his loyalty questioned, yet still he will try and react carefully to things. He is a brave and capable warrior now, and that is all that matters. At least this clan has more of a familial sense, and he is no longer alone. Yet still, why is it that he will so often seperate himself from his clanmates, wandering at night or hunting alone? Much of him is a mystery, sometimes even to him, and in all honesty he’d much rather keep it that way. Still, one thing is for sure, he does his best to avoid gatherings and Wolfclan.
{AND YOU?}
// NYXIE //
// MY INFO // I try my best to be a very active and inclusive rper, getting on as much as I can, at the very least to chat. I may be more busy between the end of January and November (with the exception of holidays), but I’ll still get on at the very least one a week though more likely multiple times if not daily. I’m happy to chat, rp or plot with anyone, so feel free to reach out with ideas or even just toss me a friendly hello. I’m easiest to find on Discord, naturally. I love drama or cute fluff plots especially, so hmu! <3
| APPROVED! | "Your story is truly inspiring, Rowanblaze. How will you find your new life among a new Clan? Let's hope you make it through and show to be a good warrior through and through."-Miststar