#fogbreeze

I have the territory and clans if we need, or if you want someone writing in your world I’m your guy. I have cats names, and am wiling to work with whatever you want.

I am literate, and have been writing indie rp since the days of MySpace. I typically write queer OCs, anime, romance, and smut. Looking for someone mature to write with. 

I am looking for a warrior cats rp partner to write with. Must be 18+, although no there won’t be any sexual content. I am hoping to write a queer couple, something that is taboo, cuz the drama is good. I will write any position, clan, alignment. You tell me what you want, and I’ll write it.

If you’re like me, and you wanna write in my world, I gotchu. (the below are in my oc clans, but can easily be adapted. smokeclan = shadowclan. thrushclan = thunderclan. whisperclan = windclan. brookclan = riverclan. unmentioned is frostclan = skyclan i guess?)

Looking for a partner for Blacknight, rogue prince who was taken from the rogues as a kit by his mother to spare him the fate of his father. They are all sick when they come to Smokeclan, and Blacknight was the only survivor. He fought hard to become a warrior, and during his apprenticeship he killed a badger for killing his mentor, earning him his warrior name as a nod to his mentor, Nightheart.

Also looking for a partner for Loudsong, cheeky fun silver tabby with long fur. Got his warrior name for howling before he attacks. Young warrior deputy, to a greying and crazy leader, Stonestar.

Also would love a partner for Applewhisker, daughter of the deputy just trying to earn her keep as her sister becomes a medicine cat.

I also have Fogbreeze, a cat born to another clan, though his story is different. Abandoned by twolegs as a kit, his mother died giving birth and the twolegs didnt want to deal with him. Tossing him and his sister Morningkit in a box and on the side of the thunderpath. Riverleap, a Smokeclan warrior found the kits, and brought them back to camp. When Fogbreeze became an apprentice he knew that Smokeclans thick dense forest was no place for him. He longed for the water. With the approval of Brookclan, he left Smokeclan and became a Brookclan cat. Now he gets to hunt in the streams, and swim in the waters. Except he's got a very pesky crush on a clanmate, who everyone has their eye on as the next deputy.

Maplepaw, to be Mapleflight, is a little old to still be an apprentice in Thrushclan. He’s nearing his 18th moon, and still hasnt gotten his warrior name. Thats not an accident. You see, hes been receiving dreams from Starclan since his first night in the apprentice den, telling him of his future as a medicine cat. The problem? He’s head over tail in love with the medicine cat. You’d play the medicine cat, who maybe has gotten a sign from Starclan that Maplepaw is to be your apprentice, but feelings have stirred thinking about spending so much time with him, and now you wonder if its right. Medicine cats cant have mates, right? But what if its other medicine cats? Well, either Maplepaw needs to admit his interest either in the romance, or the med cat position before their leader realizes he needs his warrior name, and makes him promsie to fight for the clan, even at the cost of his life. Maplepaw doenst think he can answer that question honestly if asked.

Sparrowsong is the daughter of the leader of Whisperclan, Oakstar, her littermate shaping up to be a fine warrior. Too bad the young medicine cat will find herself pregnant with her secret mate's kits (a fellow clanmate but a warrior), and now has to face losing her place as a medicine cat. Gimme a warrior/deputy to be her mate, and he can teach her all the things about being a warrior, itll be so cute.

Lastly, flirtatious young Littlestorm, grandson of Blacknight (now Blackstar), is a medicine cat under Aspenleaf (Applewhiskers sister). He loves being a medicine cat, but he cant help but find interest in a young tom warrior. Gimme some cute flirting, "oh wont you help little ol' littlestorm fetch some cobwebs?" type shit. Like both obviously into each other and doing a piss poor job at hiding it.