THE WARRIORS FOREST

TWF is a 19-year-old warriors role-playing site, set more or less in the traditional old forest. From offering the four Clans to former Sky and Tribe cats, chances are you can roleplay almost any character you like here. Ranging from beginner to advanced, with lots of intermediate RPers, we welcome writers of all levels. WF is the perfect place for site events and plots, all of which you can jump into as soon as you finish your character. For any further questions, please feel free to ask around the cbox, join our Discord, or ask the staff! Welcome to the Warriors Forest!

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THUNDER ♦ 14

SALTSTAR — FIRESOUL — BURNINGSHADE

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RIVER ♦ 15

TIDESTAR — SUMMERMOON — COSMOS-STREAK

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WIND ♦ 10

SUNSTAR — AUDITION? — DUSKFEATHER

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SHADOW ♦ 12

BRACKENSTAR — AUDITION? — ASTERHEART

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BLOOD ♦ 15

PIPER — TINSEL

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LRK ♦ 3

1 LONER — 2 ROGUES — 0 KITTYPETS

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09/02/2023 → last updated → check?

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Howdy there, mate!

enter the hungry mollusk?

The name's Urchin, 'ssa pleasure to meet you!

You've reached The Hungry Mollusk, the fines' feline care-n-comfort establishment west o' the mountains. Heard you were comin', us Oceanside cats like to chatter an' gossip got wings faster 'n any gull, or cat for that matter. Comin' from the mountains? City? How's dear ol' Bird? Long-winded an' mysterious as ever? What about Panic? Grown a funny bone yet? Ey, don' look so shocked. Ah'm just a-jesterin' an' banterin' witcha.

This here's the cat-floor of The Hungry Mollusk. Upstairs is me human's floor, thas' off-bounds seein' as he lives there and all. You're welcome to nest up anywhere you like, in the blankets, on the couch, on the wall shelves, wherever you get a-hankerin'. Personally ah enjoys in fron' of the fire, nothin' like nappin' with your paws up an' your belly to the sky, nice an' toasty. But that's a prime spot, 'specially when the wind's a-howlin' an' the rain's a-falling an' the ocean's pitchin' fits, so don't dawdle! Oh - hm? Whatcha lookin' scared for? Oh! That big black lump? Snorin' in the corner over there? Thas' Sirius, me dog. Ah hire 'im for crowd control.

Jus' kiddin'! Man, shoulda seen your face. Sirius is me human's dog, he usually stays upstairs but comes down on occasion to hog the blankets an' the fire. Mos'ly he's decorative, he's only dangerous to your ears what with his snorin' an' all. Don' be afraid of him, he minds his own bizness an' stays with me human mos'ly. He won' ever be around at night.

Whatcha lookin' at now? Ey yeah, the ocean. Ain't it a beauty? An' our view is the best, unhampered an' looking righ' inta the bay. Feels like you're floatin' on the water, don't it? Ah should say though, if a storm passes by while youse with us, don' be alarmed if the ocean splashes up on the glass an' the wind rattles the house an' stuff. We're perfectly safe, me human keeps The Hungry Mollusk in perfec' condition. An' there's nothin' cozier than bein' warm an' dry an' safe while a storm's ragin' mad ousside, is there? If condition's right you might even catch lightnin' cross the water. Now there's a sight - whole sky lit up, clouds outlined, wild light dancin' 'cross the waves. Nuff to make you believe.

Food an' fresh water is ousside, 'round the house there. We provide plenty o' fish, get the leftovers from the dock, but if you ain't into that you gotta hunt for yourself. Water is changed daily. If you gotta do bizness find a place along the cliff somewhere, bizness in the boathouse will land you in the poorhouse, you follow me? Thass the only rule here, really. Hm? Fightin'? Ey, ah don' really hold that close to all the peace zone Consortium nonsense. Sometimes you jus' gotta duke it out, ya know? Bu' no destroyin' the furniture, don' make too much noise between 9 p.m. an' 7 a.m., don' make anyone uncomfortable, an' no drawin' blood inside. Gettin' blood outta wood is harder 'n gettin' fish scales offa your whiskers. Oh, an' you gotta leave the house Saturday from 9 to 2, 'cause thass cleanin' day - unless youse lookin' to get spun 'round in a washin' machine. Ha!

If you ain't an indoor-type cat thassokay. See the path over there? Goin' uphill? That'll lead you to the outdoorsy part o' The Hungry Mollusk. Lotsa nests an' stuff, built up off the ground, good for them angsty, solitude-iny, ain't-no-one-understan'-me types. We bring up fresh water only, you gotta get your own beddin' an' come down if you wan' fish. Maintenance an' cleanin' is firs' day of every month unless issa Sunday or a Wednesday, then it'll be the second day of the month, since them's the days ah make sure me human gets hisself some proper human interaction.

So thass the tour, make yourself at home! Lemme know if you need anythin', ah can rus'le up mos' things between what we got here an' the rest o' the town. Been livin' here all my life, an' all o' Oceanside knows wassup with this place. Respec' us an' ours, an' you'll find yersself a second home here for as long as ya wants.