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The Sward RPG -- 4
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Sandhowl pushed the thoughts and memories away and took in the cats around her. Did it really matter all that much if they weren't real? What harm does indulging do? Then, as she looked, she noticed something strange in most of their eyes.
"Are my eyes pink like yours?"
[Note- no water exists in The Sward, so no one was able to see their reflection and pink/yellow pupils until they saw them in the other cats]
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@wills-woodland-warriors @ambitiousauthor @indigo-flightly-falls
@elementaldeityoffood
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Perchpaw tried not to talk himself out of what he was doing as he took his first pawsteps into the Sward. How many times had Hootpetal warned him about this place?
“They’ll hate me once they find out.” He shivered and took a few more strides into the tall, grey-gold grass, trying to ignore the ice-cold clay beneath his feet.
“They’ll find the kit, and then they’ll throw me in the death ring. Or maybe they’ll just kill me themselves.” He took more steps, still counting in his head, then looked back towards the forest. “Mam’s gonna cry. She’s gonna be sad, and then Pa’s gonna get upset, and the uncle Grouse and Uncle Myrtle.” He took another step. “It’ll be easier this way. This way, they can just forget me. I’ll fade, and they’ll live easier, safer, happier lives.”
He remembered how Stumppaw had buried the kit, with his face as blank as river stone. “He’ll be happier too. I’ve messed up his life long enough. He’ll be better off without me.” He remembered Magpiepaw, purring his ears off as his family napped, how she always raced him to the top of the tallest trees as the adults frantically tried to stop them. “She’ll be happier when I’m gone. I was never her favorite brother. Besides, there’s always Stonepaw if she really wants a brother.” He shook his head, grains of stony, shriveled pollen flying off his fur. “Stonepaw’s probably gonna celebrate me being gone. He never liked me. I’m probably doing that neurotic little furball a favor.”
He took another step, remembering how Fleathistle and Fadingstar showed him how to water the plants, and how to bury organs just underneath so the roots could thrive. He forced himself to take another step.
“I hurt them when I hurt Stumppaw. I’ve hurt so many cats. Maybe Tanagerwing was right. Maybe I am nothing but trouble.”
Hearing a desperate yowl in the distance-Hootpetal’s yowl- he broke into a run, fighting tears, willing the Sward to take him quicker. Willing his mam to forget about him.
He was doing this for his family. For the kits he had tried to care for. Even for the cats who actively hated him. He was going to leave for them. He barely heard the wailing getting louder, of his parents yelling and begging for him to stop, to come back.
But it was too late.
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year
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allunatory · 3 months
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An updated design for my Sward! Mumbo! :D
A lot of this design is based off of this incredible art of Mumbo which lives in my head rent free forever.
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cosmicwhoreo · 2 years
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So, who missed Dark Matter?
don’t mind me just stole i comment i got on one of my posts for the first drawing
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kseniayahz · 9 months
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season 1 vs season 3
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skeletal sward cats (GhostPipes): a sward concept
more dark forest worldbuilding go brrr!
I imagine the stories of the first dark forest cats would come from some of the skeletal Sward cats being Norwegian forest cats, so very, very big. These cats are likely from very early days before the tribe of rushing water, or even a group that existed not long before it. The group that started all clans, if you will. 
But yeah, I like the idea of there being cats that are barely cats anymore, all memories and thoughts almost completely wiped from them, with only a taste for blood left. They wander the sward, maybe even In groups, and keep their distance until they see a reason to prey on cats lost in the sward. Maybe that’s why most of our characters ever spawn in the sward: all the ones that do are picked off by skeletal cats. 
Instead of the permanent wounds that the dark forest cats we know and love have, these cats have rotted away: not forgotten, as they are remembered in legends and myths, or even condemned by starclans themselves to forever haunt the sward as they lose all sense of reality, all feelings and emotions except a bloodlust for anyone they set their teeth on.  they appear as giant creatures, held together with exposed flesh, bloody bones and a sunken in, furless skull with bright red eyes. Maybe tufts of fur litter their spine, casting spike-like shadows. They can’t speak well, and when they open their mouths cackles and screams come out, maybe even mimicking and taunting like a mockingjay. That’s how they got their name: Ghostpipes. (Also named after one of my favourite fungis, but shh ignore that)
@residences-of-the-darkforest @elementaldeityoffood @ambitiousauthor @indigo-flightly-falls
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kestrel-ten · 1 month
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inaugural aster post
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waterinthefirewhy · 2 months
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youtube
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rjhpandapaws · 1 year
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Bubble gum goth Skyward Sword Zelda
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aemperatrix · 11 months
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Robert Sward
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The Sward RPG--3
The group was discouraged when no one knew of a way out of this place--or even if there was a place out at all--but the fact that they were now surrounded by other cats sparked hope none of them had held in a long time.
When no one could answer her question, Sandhowl went on. "I'm clearly dead." She glanced at the foam curling over her bottom lip. "Would I be wrong to assume that this is the Dark Forest?"
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Responses (thus far, to make understanding easier):
Flashcry -> Flashcry sighed, letting his shoulders fall. He tried not to think about the scars carved into his belly and legs, and how they had been bleeding a trail behind him as long as he had been there. He was well and truly dead
"That is where we appear to be." He muttered. "Thought it'd be a bit more of a forest."
Raisel -> ”Well, there’s a considerable lack of a forest..[possibly said at the same time]. I should bring that up with someone when we get out here.” Raisel tilted his head, licking his bloodied paw. “Eh, it’s better than StarClan. I could do without the sand though, but sacrifices have to be made I assume.” Raisel plopped down in front of the white cat, rolling onto his back with his paws in the air, the drying wet-red sand falling off of them in clumps. What a day… or was it a week?
Bouncefur -> "The Dark Forest!? But I didn't do nothing wrong!" Bouncefur cried out, tail swishing in a panic. "This has to be a mistake. A bad dream right? Though it'd be an awful long dream..." They eventually sank down, putting their chin on their paws as they thought. The ginger cat eventually looked up, furrowing their brow. "Why are you guys here then? I thought we were sposta wander around the Dark Forest alone forever or somethin like that."
Laureldawn -> Laureldawn carefully resisted the urge to smack Bouncefur. “I did what I had to do.”
Bouncefur (2) -> Bouncefur was completely oblivious to the she-cat's urge, and shook their head. "I mean like. Why are we all together if we're sposta be wandering alone n stuff." They rested their head back down, humming in thought. "Unless this really Is just a really, really long dream and I'm gonna wake back up to see my family again. I mean one time I had a really long dream where I was a kit again and grew up to be an elder all in one dream! It felt really real too
Sandhowl -> Sandhowl couldn't stop herself from staring at the ginger she-cat, a slithering horror crawling up her skin. The cat's words, her mannerisms, it was reminiscent of someone she had known in life--someone she would rather forget, but who had haunted her dreams since the beginning. She considered her words. Maybe she really was trapped in a dream. Or nightmare, surrounded by cats that resembled her victims but different enough to give her false hope
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Characeters:
Flashcry belongs to @indigo-flightly-falls
Laureldawn belongs to @ambitiousauthor
Raisel belongs to @wills-woodland-warriors
Bouncefur belongs to @elementaldeityoffood
Sandhowl (me)
[More are welcome!]
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Dark Forest Resident: Mantisstar
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Aliases / Nicknames: Tyrant, The Monster Of The Sward
Gender: male
Sexuality: heretosexual
Family: unnamed Mother, unnamed Father, Low Swoop sister)
Other Relations: unnamed Mentor
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: leader
Characteristics: bloodthirsty, mysterious, ancient
Number of Victims: 100+
Number of Murders: 0 (directly)
Murder Method: N/A
Method of Harm: starting unnecessary battles/wars
Known Victims: unnamed warriors, apprentices, loners, etc
Victim Profile: his own warriors, warrior from other Clans, anyone he wanted to fight for any reason
Cause of Death: heart ripped out by Low Swoop
Cautionary Tale: avoid any figures you see in The Sward
Story:
Mantis Strike's nine lives had been received, and he was ecstatic. He always wanted to be leader, and now, he had his paws wrapped around Thunderclan.
His first gathering didn't go well. Duskstar of Windclan had questioned his ability to lead. He'd show her!
And so started a bloody war between Windclan and Thunderclan, where many cats from both sides died, and Duskstar's pleads for the war to end were ignored until Mantisstar thought he'd made his point.
This was only the start. Wars against other Clans, raids on groups of loners, Mantisstar was determined to set his place in history.
But one day, while on the highrock, his own sister ripped him open and tore out his heart.
Now, he's lost in The Sward. Pray you don't see the tom with the ripped stomach, because he's surely seen you.
Additonal Information:
--Submission by @cosmosnaught​
--Picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1727167
--Ah sweet manmade horrors beyond my comprehension!
--He's one of the oldest cats in the Dark Forest
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year
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allunatory · 8 months
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You are in great danger.
More stuff from that minecraft server! Ft. Grian (?) and Mumbo
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datshitrandom · 2 years
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Darren Criss received the Ted Arison Young Artist Award from Americans for the Arts at the annual National Arts Awards 2022 | Presented to an individual who has achieved incredible accomplishments and exemplary leadership while still early in their career
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