#goblinclan

A thin black and tri-shaded grey tom with no fur and heterochromatic dark grey and amber eyes.

The wise and steadfast leader of Goblinclan has been at the head of the party for almost five cycles of the seasons,and he doesn’t seem to be slowing down much as he’s still the silly jokester that he’s always been. Goblinclan is all about rumpus and ruckus after all, and he has to Lean into his Clan’s propensity for pranks and good fun. Even if it is at the sake of a few sour Harpyclan faces.

Long ago, before any cat can remember, there were no clans. There were only creatures that roamed the isle and the Fae Magic that laced every nook and cranny of the forest. At this time, when the Hind-Walkers ruled over the land, it is said the Gods were angered by the destruction of the forest in the Hind-Walkers personal pursuits. Fueled by their greed for shiny stones, they carved up the earth and began destroying the sacred forest they had sworn to protect and nurture. In response to this sacrilegious disrespect, the Gods sent fearsome storms to drive the Hind-Walkers out. After many days and nights of destruction raining from above, any remaining Hind-Walkers fled the island- never to return.

However, tools and homes were not the only thing the Hind-Walkers abandoned when they fled. Kittypets were left alone, confused, and heartbroken in the wreckage. Now strays, the Gods looked to them with pity, and decided that with the loss of their worshipers it was time to craft new ones. Followers that would heed the Gods’ needs more closely.

One mollie by the name of Whimsy was curious about the forest she was warned to be wary of. Whispers of dangerous beasts and tricky critters laid beyond the edges of her fenced off home, and she was determined to know if what laid beyond her borders was truly malevolent. She believed the Gods to be good, and that surely this must have all happened for a reason, right? Maybe… just maybe this was a way for her to find her answers.

CURRENT HISTORY

In more recent times, all three clans are currently in a rather tense truce. For as long as any cat can remember, HarpyClan and GoblinClan have been at odds. The On-Again-Off-Again warring between the two due to territory and trade disputes are currently on the Off-Again side of things, but NymphClan has been placing bets as to how long *that* will last. HarpyClan, at the moment, has been dealing with issues governing oneself leaving little time to grapple with any other enemies.

❇️ GoblinClan ❇️

With the end of the warm seasons coming to a close, GoblinClan has put on a front that they are happy and content with their lot in life, even if border crossing accusations have soured the mood they are still a force to reckon with and the other clans would do best to consider their actions carefully. But not all is well within their borders, as the increased potential Fae activity is putting everyone on edge, and worse yet several of their youngest apprentices have gone missing after they all dared each other to enter the Old Mine. Only one cat refused to enter the mine, too frightened to set paw inside, and they were the only one search parties managed to find, cowering in the bushes near to the mine entrance.

🪽 HarpyClan 🪽

Unrest and ruffled feathers have become the status quo for HarpyClan. Eaglestar is as reclusive as ever, and restless as ever as he, and his clan, grow ever discontent with the amount of land GoblinClan owns in comparison to HarpyClan- especially when claims of smelling Goblin scent on HarpyClan terrain has been rampant as of late. With the approach of New Leaf, HarpyClan stands to pursue prey now more than ever before it all but disappears at Leaf Bare. They are never ones to be ill-prepared. Power shifts and grows in the tall trees as a promising new prophet apprentice has been named. There is hope for Harpy pride yet to grow as the changing of the seasons approaches. They’ve never been cats to turn their nose when work gets hard, and they aren’t about to start now.

💐 NymphClan 💐

With the changing of the season’s, NymphClan could not be in a more prosperous position! This is a time of great celebration with Autumn approaching, and their new leader Puckstar is here to help guide and cultivate the party fever! Since the tragic passing of the beloved Hydrangeastar 3 moons ago (who had reigned for 40 moons), our dear Puck has been quickly thrust into a position of leadership at the request of Hydrangeastar on her death bed. With a beloved leader’s blessing, NymphClan is assured that their long, peaceful era will continue forth for seasons to come! Nevermind the whisperings of nepotism (as it is widely known that Hydrangeastar was Puckstar’s grandmother)- surely this was meant to be.

HARPYCLAN AND GOBLINCLAN WAR TIMELINE

Eaglestar began making trouble at the GoblinClan border (50 moons ago)

Full blown war lasting 4 moons (46 moons ago)

War ended 42 moons ago after the death of Draugrstar’s daughter, Treassurestalk

HARPYCLAN COUPS TO OVERTHROW EAGLESTAR

First one was not long after the war ended- 40 moons ago

Kestrelpaw | 8 moons | Apprentice (lorekeeper, healer, warrior, or digger) | DFaB Gender & Pronouns UTA | Sexuality UTA

A long-bodied, lanky grey and cream spotted tortoiseshell with medium white markings and bright blue eyes.

Personality

(+) Curious, social, adaptable

(+/-) Cautious, talkative, playful

(-) Anxious, jumpy, doubtful (of others and themself)

UTA, traits listed above just suggestions. Something to keep in mind is that Kestrelpaw’s personality is more or less different now than it was before the incident at the Mine, though it’s up to you how much they’ve changed since that traumatic experience.

Backstory

Backstory mostly UTA.

Key points are that they were named after their grandma Kestrelsnap, who was Draugrstar’s first apprentice and is now retired from their Digger role, and just a moon ago they were part of an incident. The group of apprentices were just messing around, challenging each other to shows of skill and bravery, they were only supposed to go into the mine a little ways and see who could stay there the longest. Kestrelpaw was the first one to crack, unsettled by something moving at the corners of their vision and sounds echoing from deeper within the mine, they ran out and hid in the bushes and brambles, and they stayed there until the search party found them later, after the sun had risen.

They are the only apprentice from the group that was found, no sign of the others could be found in the mine, and the adults delved deep in search for them.

Relations

Dam - Beargrowl (NPC)

Sire - Heronbreeze (NPC)

Grandparent (paternal side) - Kestrelsnap (NPC)

Miscreance * Sneakery * Ravelry

A GoblinClanner’s life is dedicated to rumpus, ruckus, and ruction! They live by their own rules and don’t care what you think about it. They revel in mischief, although in contrast to the Nymph Neighbors, they can dish it out, but can’t take it. One must tread carefully or risk angering a GoblinClanner, as they can be temperamental. Very all or nothing characters, this lot.

Unlike NymphClan’s family structure and HarpyClan’s flock-together attitude, GoblinClanners tend to be more solitary in nature, though they do what they must to work as a unit. Strength of resiliency is valued highly, as being self-sufficient is extremely important. Afterall, how can you help others when you yourself are struggling?

Surprisingly, GoblinClanners are the most likely of the three clans to help others in need. Given how much Fae activity is seen in and around their borders, they understand exactly how important it is to stay safe and hidden. That isn’t to say they are kind, necessarily.

Traditionally, GoblinClanners are creatures of the night, and are rarely seen because of their nocturnal lifestyle. Pairs of glowing eyes are routinely spotted at the borders at the dead of night during their patrols. Because of their love of prowling in the dark, GoblinClanners have very good night vision, which makes their dark, maze-like forest home perfectly fit for them.

Speaking of tradition, GoblinClanners have their own deep roots that they hold with pride. Their relationship with the Fae is something they hold sacred, and being the clan with the most Fae sightings, they have their ways of keeping things civil. Given GoblinClan’s love of trinkets, there’s no end to the amount of items they’ve found or crafted that ward off more malevolent spirits, such as bells or chimes, and anything metal blessed by the Prophet in front of den entrances or the tunnel that leads to the camp itself.

Given they are an eclectic sort, trinkets (as mentioned above) are well-loved in GoblinClan. Who doesn’t love bright and shiny doo-dads? Though that’s not the only thing cats use to decorate themselves, as vulture culture is a very distinct aesthetic GoblinClanner’s share. Small bones and pelts from prey are often worn to keep warm as well as look intimidating.

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