#wc 18

[castaway-clan]

[aphidclan-clangen]

Methinks the siblings deserve better designs (spark won’t be part of the redesigning though, I’m still pretty happy with her design)

[blazingmicah-wc]

[having a lot of fun with clangen...]

[chosoclub]

Was thinking ab stripper au with choso here’s this :))))))) (bro fs needs a lap dance after the most recent chapter sheesh)

The gap between the door and the frame is two millimeters, just enough to fit your retina peeking through it and onto the mesh of blue and purple. You refuse to tell the other girls you’re crouching behind the shield of the door out of fear they’d smirk and brag about how they were right all along – yeah, we figured you liked him when he’s the only one you stare at all night, they’d taunt. And because they were right and because you refused to admit it, you’re alone in the changing room when everyone has gone out to the dancefloor, huddled and waiting. He usually came around this time but his schedule was so unpredictable. The only facet was the baseless hope that tugged at your ribs that he’d walk through the dancing lights at any minute.

You watch as the other girls take on the stage, flying from the top of the ceiling and gracefully landing on the floor. The bass of the music grows louder by the minute and the lights increase in their saturation and glow. People cheer when the girls swing around the poles in bass with the music. You’re so distracted by them dancing that you miss him wandering inside. When your pupils switch back to his walking shadows, you slam the door shut. 

You didn’t even catch a glimpse of his outfit this time. Last time, he had worn black ripped jeans, loose at his legs the frays brushing against the muscles, and a gray shirt that rode up his waist when your pelvis was grinding against it. You remember catching a glimpse of his pale skin when the hem of his shirt reached his lower abs. The time before that he didn’t get a dance at all, the first and only time he was accompanied by other people. 

You face the cubbies and lean your head against your palms. Your heartbeat thumps against your ribs in beat with the music so loud you don’t hear the door creak open and barely catch the sentence,

“Hey, babes, get up and out there – he’s requesting you.”

You can barely muffle it through the meat of your palms, “who?”

“You know who,” a scoff from the dancer, you can tell in between beats of silence she’s rolling her eyes, “Your man, he specifically requested you.” 

It feels like your heart is going to crack your ribcage or crawl up your throat and beat onto the floor; You can’t remember the last time you were this nervous, not over a man. Your ears have never grown hot over a man before, your shoulders have never tensed like this. The bench that initially felt cold against the thin, mesh fabric cover-up over your hips and thighs suddenly grows hot like a grill you have to jolt up from. 

“You don’t wanna keep him waiting, yeah?” You barely hear her when you open the door to the rest of the club and only catch her playful wink. 

You try to gather all the confidence into your shoulders as you’re walking over to him – the whole shoulders back, neck high, back straight routine. He’s sitting on the couch, body facing the stage but not particularly focused on anything. One of his arms is sprawled against the back of the couch, the other on his leg. It’s dark, and you can barely see the floor you’re walking on, but when you approach him you can see clearly the outline of his hair, down sitting against his neck this time. 

He’s staring right at you when you stand in front of him, face stern except for the small smirk that wedges a small wrinkle against his cheeks. You’ve given countless lap dances, but this one is already leaving you wordless. You quietly sigh to calm your nerves instead, listening to the beat of the song playing to match your moves to. 

Standing before him, stage lights gleaming against your back creating the perfect silhouette that you feel like you can sink back against, you begin like you always do. You bend at your hips, dragging your hands over your body as you come back up, rolling your body when you do; In the second the lights go dark, you’re on your knees, extending them further apart and bringing them together then one hand in front of the other and catching his eyes in the process, you’re between his knees. 

You rise from his legs and lower your hips on top of his, feeling his jet-black eyes on you the entire time, arm sliding from the back of the couch and onto your waist. A move that would make you uneasy, from him, feels almost like encouragement. The halo around your figure gleams. You swing your hips to the melody, each time grinding closer and closer to his pelvis. When you buck your hips down completely, grinding them against the hem of his jeans, his smirk dissipates, only leaving you to lean closer to brush your lips against his ears as you arch your back. 

Choso tips his head back, lips apart, inhaling your breath and smelling the perfume that emits from your neck. He’s still watching you, or your silhouette, you can see his half-lidded eyes, retinas tipped down to catch any glimpse of your face. 

You grind to the beat of the music against his waist, leaning close to his nose only to completely turn your hips to face the stage and lean forward, hands running up his thighs. A break from looking at his face and raven hair has you releasing a breathless sigh when you come back up and tilt your neck back, hips against the base of his groin. You draw your hips forward and back, hands at your scalp for extra sultry until you finally lean your back against his chest, almost grinding all of your body against him.  

Choso lets out a soft groan against the back of your head, which only has you lifting your pelvis to abrase against his once more. He gives up on keeping his hands to himself, placing them at your waist and guiding you against him – It’s something you’d never let anyone do, but it was true that you liked him more than just a familiar face around the club and the smile that takes your face only further proves so. He moves his hands to your thighs, lifting your weight in parallel with his until you’re both moving to the beat and his head has moved to the base of your neck. 

You turn back to face him, making sure that your hair brushes against his collarbone as you do. He sighs when you bring your arms on his shoulders and roll your hips in a circle. By the climax of the song, you both have your heads tilted back as your hips roll in confluence. You tip your chin forward, rolling over his abs and leaning close to his nose. He closes the distance to swallow your breaths in a kiss. His lips are warm and soft, immediately suckling at your bottom lip and softly prodding his tongue in between the valley. You match his pace, keeping your hips pressed against him in consistent movement. One of his hands leaves a space on your hip to trace your jaw as his kiss deepens – It feels like your lips are slowly morphing to become one how deep he runs his tongue through the inside of your mouth.

You pull away, your mouths separating in a wet and messy squelch. His eyelids are still dipped down, lashes touching his waterline, and a smirk sits on his lips. You mirror the grin, leaning against his ear,

“Same time next week?”

[warriorsweaver]

As the New England landscape transitions into fiery autumn colors and snappy winds, hostilities between the five warrior Clans reach their boiling point.

Accusations fly as a border dispute spiraled into an accidental death. A new leader begins his reign with a chunk of his territory claimed by a rival. Threads of interpersonal drama are unraveling, exposing secrets and changing everything for future generations.

As tensions rise and the Clans creep closer to war, will you be on the winning side?

(Yet) Another Warriors RP aims to bring your nostalgia to life as an adults-only Warriors roleplay forum. No word count. Unlimited characters. Endless story potential. “‘Let all cats old enough to climb gather just below the high-branches for a Clan meeting,’ his voice resonated, echoing along the surfaces of their tree grove. Eyes shone like emeralds above them all, looking downwards with his crown of branches. As they gathered, he waited with glinting eyes and that familiar crescent grin.” - Leopardgale (Minky), Howling Gale in the Night “‘If you doubt my loyalty again, it’ll be the last thing you do.’” - Wildheart (Avery), Sharpening Skills

“Stagpaw was lost already. Oh no. He never had to do anything like this before. He never trained with another apprentice. Is this normal? Stick. Get the stick. Just get the stick before Echopaw. Wait, is that all? Stagpaw quickly ran through what Seedfire said to them as fast as he could.” - Stagpaw (Ice), Double Trouble

"’There is nothing more powerful than StormClan greed. Any land they can claim as theirs, they will. The meadow is all that stands between our Clan and theirs. At the base of our camp's cliff, there is a tunnel that leads right into the clearing. If we were to let them take the meadow, they could attack us in our very dens.’ He took a deep breath, enjoying the next gust of wind that tore past his lengthy furs and tugged at his whiskers. ‘Cruelty runs in the blood of StormClanners. They will follow the warrior code only as far as is convenient for them. If we are to defend ourselves and our kin - our kits, our elders - we must defend even our farthest-reaching borders.’" - Silverstar (Ishe), Everything the Light Touches

[marblerose-rue]

click for better quality!

anger / swiftpaw

[sapling-clangen]

Moon 18

Kestrelrip voted most hated clanmate- more at 8

Also new clanmate, Irisdusk!

Moon 0

Moon 17 - Moon 19

[nicheageoldreference]

Cringetober day 16: Old art redraw :3 (second one is the old one 👽)

I love them

[blimbo-buddy]

Reminder that Bone got jumped by the cat equivalent of multiple soon-to-be High School graduates of course he fucking died

[sorreltail]

ive been in the warriors fandom for longer than a large number of its members have been alive but what that means is less that im a cool fandom mum with higher consciousness understanding of the series and more that i am going to be inherently out of touch with what the target audience and fandom majority wants out of the modern series and in the end my opinion on it is worth piss all compared to theirs

[legacieswcrp]

LORE DROP: THE PATRON OF WAR

The cats of StormClan, like the lake Clans before them, worship their ancestors in StarClan, praying to them for guidance and salvation. Among these celestial angels are those few who have risen even higher in their influence in Silverpelt, becoming almost as gods unto themselves - cats whose notorious deeds in life have inspired those who survived them to turn to them as the heavenly embodiments of their virtues and their specialties. In the lake Clans, these patrons were the likes of Firestar and the Clan founders; StormClan honors their own distinct pantheon.

The first among these cherished figures is Rimestar, the icy patron of war and conquest.

In life, Rimeheart was a strange cat, prickly and unsocial, the sort some of its peers worried would someday become StormClan's first villain in its new home upon Tallrock. Born and raised in a time when tensions were first rising between StormClan and their Fallen neighbors, Rimeheart learned, like many of its Clanmates, to fear outsiders and distrust its own Clan. An early life spent in a cycle of willful delinquency and punishment was cut short when, as StormClan faced starvation and military devastation without the generous aid of their better-adapted former allies, it fell to Rimeheart as one of the only able cats to assume leadership at an extremely young age.

Today, StormClan remembers Rimestar as the savior of the Clan, a stoic and courageous hero who turned the tide of war with the aid of only a few cats, ultimately driving the Fallen out of the Tallrock territories and taking their territory for the Clan. In quieter conversation, its legacy is more contentious - while few could deny StormClan likely would have been scattered to the wind if not for Rimestar, the StormClan of the present era harbors long-fostered regrets over the cruelty that it orchestrated against the Fallen. The echoes of their ousting has haunted StormClan for generations, from a fearsome curse on Tallrock to their recent terrifying reunion with the Fallen, and many wonder if this terrible wake was worth the extreme acts that left it.

Even so, Rimestar remains StormClan's singular war deity. In the face of large-scale conflict, many turn to Rimestar, with its unflinching will to bloody its claws for the safety of the Clan. It is a patron of devotion and strength more than power or strategy, a bastion of doing what needs to be done, no matter how dirty or costly the deed.

[oatpaws-silly-kittys]

Hm okay. If not 6 with Thornclaw

Would 18 fit with him or-? I mean you could try that song if you want- But if it isn't easy then don't worry 'bout itt!

Secretly, I'm aiming for a rhythm that exceeds my expectations

Am I ever gonna get it?

Your girl is in the business so there's little room for idle contemplation

(i figured out how to make 6 work let’s gooo)

[talesofgladesglory]

TOGG MEMBERSHIP APPS ARE OPEN!

WOO! Hiya everyone! Welcome to our November opening period!

You will be able to find our member application at the end of this post; along with some other links we highly recommend checking out. Keep an eye on your discord friend requests once you submit your member form. Our character applications are also currently OPEN, so you will be able to submit your character as soon as you join the server!

This wave of server member applications (along with our character apps for The Everglade Warren & Shared Territory) will be closing Sunday, November 25th at 11:59pm CST.

Remember! This is a special opening, as we have our new second group, The Darksand Ambush, open for submissions until the end of the month for ambush-born characters! For more information, check out this post.

Otherwise, if you are submitting a character to the Everglade Warren, all new characters will need to be former outsiders (kittypet, loner, etc) in order to avoid retconning.

And that should be it! If you have any questions for us, our DMs and Askbox are always open! We're very excited to invite you all to Tales of Glade's Glory.

LINKS:

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CHARACTER CREATION | SYSTEMS & GAMEPLAY | CALENDAR

[illuminatedillusionswcrp]

Illuminated Illusions is now OPEN for its Alpha Opening! 🎉🎉 Click the link below for Membership Applications! Once submitted, you will be getting a message from me via discord, inviting you to the server. So keep your DMs open! https://forms.gle/32szssMzdksfEDFF8 And if you missed it, we also have a WEBSITE full of important information, so check it out here!

[rolandkaros]

need iga back i cant keep putting all my hopes and dreams on flop 1 and flop 2

[clansoftideandtimber]

Mod Applications Open!

Applications for Clans of Tide and Timber, an 18+ Discord-based Warriors roleplay are now open and will close at 11:59pm PST on Friday, January 13th.

Apply today! Field Guide