Highland Tails is a warrior cats roleplay set in the Scottish Highlands during the 1800s. It's been four generations since the founding of the clans. Our goal is to be entirely community driven, relying on our growing community to create mini plots and plot arcs to shape the future (and past) of our roleplay.
the season is newleaf. the temperature averages 7°C to 18°C. currently, it is...
herbs have begun to regrow after the brittle leaf-bare. prey repopulates the lake.
next gathering, 00/00/00
CRAGCLAN ▸
Recovering from Leafbare and a particularly rough bout of Greencough, CragClan has recently lost their leader, Fallowstar, and deputy, Featherleap. Nightdove, chosen by Fallowstar following their deputy's death, has become Nightstar. Many lives were lost, and the clan is still recovering.
WARRENCLAN ▸
After losing their elderly leader at the beginning of Leafbare, Merlinstride has become Merlinstar. He has set his sights on ensuring his clan has enough herbs to heal the rest of the sick. He intends on sending a patrol to the ruins to collect more herbs in the near future.
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Welcome to Highland Tails!
Below is a brief summary on each and and whether or not they are open to new members. If you have any questions prior to joining please feel free to ask a staff member!
Outlander roles will open once clan positions have been filled, but these characters must eventually join a clan. We also ask you plot out these character before inquiring about the role.
CragClan
WarrenClan
Outlanders
CragClan live in the highland mountains. These cats hunt forest prey, while also having to keep constant vigilance against large birds of prey. These cats value honor and strength above all else.
WarrenClan live in on the ocean side moors located in the highlands.These quick footed cats hunt rabbits and other moorland prey, while also having the knowledge to fish in nearby brooks in the warmer seasons.
Outlanders are cats who do not have allegiances to the clans and are often looked down upon. These cats range from rogues, loners, and kittypets from the nearby village. Only a certain amount of outlanders are allowed at a time.
Status: OPEN Restrictions: She Cats, Apprentices
Status: OPEN Restrictions: She Cats
Status:CLOSED
Character Name: FHU Username: Desired Clan: Character Gender: Roleplay Sample:
Character Name: Bearclaw FHU Username: rottie Desired Clan: Warrenclan Character Gender: Male Roleplay Sample: A cold wind blew over the moors, whipping through Bearclaw's thick pelt as he traversed the coarse grass. The tom's hunting party had decided to split up in order to cover more ground. The scent of rabbit upwind caused him to lower his body to the ground, creeping forward in hopes of catching it by surprise. As the scent grew stronger, Bearclaw's eyes dilated, and when he could go no further without alerting the creature, he leapt to his feet and began the chase. Having snuck up on the rabbit, he had an advantage, and made quick business of pouncing upon his prey and sinking his fangs into its neck.
Character Name: Brightpaw (source) FHU Username: issycat Desired Clan: WarrenClan Character Gender: Female Roleplay Sample:
The moorland grass swept violently as Brightpaw sprinted alongside her senior mentor, Greysong. The young she-cat was propelled into Greysong's side, and he shoved her back into place. "Careful, lass! Ye'll need to learn to stan' on your own four legs sooner or later!" He told her and halted as they reached their destination. Little ponds were dotted around the area, and Brightpaw let her mouth fall agape. She'd never seen this before.
Mumbletree's Application `` A white and grey-brown tom, with black patches and calm amber eyes. , ,
Name: Mumbletree
FH/U: Heda
Desired Clan: Cragclan
Gender: Tom
RPS:
A soft rustle caught the air, shifting the thin youthful trees with groans and creaks, clouds hung low and threatening in the skies. Thunder rolled lowly, his voice grumbling distantly. Lightning would follow soon, but not yet. He had time. The weather had slowly gotten worse over the last hour, occasionally beads of rainwater would fall hard on his back. It did little but annoy, and his pelt dried quick enough for the next one to find a blank slate of white, black, and brown. Mumbletree's sturdy stature traveled silently in the spines of rocks, his voice mute as ever. He heard his clanmates whisper loudly besides him, but he hardly knew the pair- two she-cats, who'd been born during the same moon. He lumbered forwards, attempting to ignore their conversation in favor of focusing on the patrol. It was like they hardly cared if someone was nearby, instead wanting solely to talk to each other. He'd scoff, but it seemed petty.
Mumbletree was no senior warrior, and these two had finished their apprenticeships before he had, but he still had to bite his tongue to stop from snarling at the two. But that thought was lost as one of them spoke to him. He turned his head, eyebrow quirking in question. "Why would you think that, huh? Just because someone is quiet doesn't mean they don't have anything to say." He bit back, taking the bait. "Just because you two are social doesn't mean you're useful, you've don't mousedung this entire patrol." His tail flickered, long fur splitting the air as he waited for either silence or a response. Either way, he didn't really care what they thought of him. He just wanted to prove he wasn't a waste of supply to the clan.
Character Name: Dovechaser FHU Username: baekbacon Desired Clan: CragClan Character Gender: Male Roleplay Sample:
Panting heavily, the tom cat continued running, long legs moving across the earth steadily. Finally, he slowed down, coming to a complete stop at the edge of the cliffs, a wide grin spread across his features like that of a Cheshire's. Turning around, he caught his breath and waited for his lousy brother to catch up. When the other came into view, he smiled wider. "Ha! I told you, I'm faster." he taunted playfully, aiming a swipe at Mumbletree's ears.
"You cheated!" the tri-colored tom whined, panting lightly. "You got a head start, it wasn't fair."
Laughing, Dovechaser shook his thick head. "It was plenty fair! I was just built for running." he boasted, chest puffing out proudly in a mocking fashion. All seriousness drained from his face when he heard faint commotion just beyond the ridge above the two. Sharing a glance with his brother, he yowled out. "Mumbletree, go get help. I'll go up ahead and see what's happening."
"But--" the other protested, face written in worry.
"Just go!" he shouted, giving his brother an affectionate shoulder bump as he bounded in the opposite direction of camp. Long legs carrying him, he thought a million possible things that would await him when he arrived. A border skirmish? An invasion? A fox? There were endless possibilities, and he didn't like any of them. Growling quietly, he ducked behind a rock to pause for a moment. He wanted to try and scope out the situation before taking any action. Peering around the rock slightly, he dropped into a low crouch, wide eyes scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary.