The Seven Trumpets Sound…

A loud, trumpeting sound goes across the entire Plain. All cats are overwhelmed for a moment by an ethereal sense, something that they can't control and can't find the source of. The sky pulses white for a moment, but no one can tell if it was a hallucination or not.

♪ ♫ The Seven Trumpets Sound,   ♫ ♪

The cats of the Plain have experienced a lot of loss recently. With the Red suffering an attack from one of their own, the Pale discovering a monster in its depths, an illness finding its way into Black, and the White having its final battle with the raccoons, things don't seem to be going too well for them.

Trouble stirs, as Calandivaspade heightens tensions with the Red Face, Volcanicdiamond, bringing the two decks ever closer to war, while Turnclub suffers from losses after a war with raccoons, and his only ally, Aegisheart, is dealing with a mysterious disease with no cure. How will the canaries escape the coal mine when there's no exit in sight?

►► The First Trumpet Sings. ◄◄

This RP has been running for 10 months now, and after 3, I finally make the announcement that we are OFFICIALLY IN THE 1ST ARC!!!! THIS IS SO EXCITING!!! I have never run anything on this big of a scale before, and I hope so desperately to create a memorable experience for everyone involved. All of my members and moderators mean SO SO MUCH TO ME. It is truly amazing to me to see your creativity shine, and all the wonderful characters you've made so far. I'd love to see even more as time goes on!!

Now, of course, there's still room for those uninitiated. The current plot needs to be updated on the website, but if you hop in the server, you can get some pretty decent rundowns from fellow members if you're interested! You must be 18+ to join, there's no applications, and there's little to no restriction on the kinds of cat characters you can make in here.

If you’re interested, read below the cut to see more in-depth details about the server and story, or check out the links right below to get started on reading the lore, about the Decks, and so on. To join the RP, just go ahead and click the link to the Discord server! After you’re in, wait some time for our mods to check you over, and give you permission to join. I would love to see a batch of new members and potential helpers/mods in this first arc, so please please PLEASE take a looksie at my story, and I hope to see you there!!

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"We picture seven swinging branches, with seven swinging bodies--seven singing trumpets, with seven seals to come! We shall overcome!"

there’s apparently 77 people in the server but i often try to calculate who’s actually active.

I thought that was the case! In a fandom of creatives I didn’t think AI would be tolerated. As for why there’s AI images of cats… I have no clue.

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Here are a few photos of confirmed cream Burmese cats, if any of them work as a replacement faceclaim?

Looking forward to the RP and wishing you luck! The lore looks awesome, definitely thinking of applying.

Pumafang | She/he/any | 40 Moons | White Clubs Suit | Open for In-Server Adoption

Puma was born to some little shack in the middle of the desert. She doesn’t remember her mother, or her father. All she knew was the yard- a tiny square of empty dirt she called her own. She would catch the occasional mouse to survive, but otherwise she was totally alone. Puma named herself- did everything herself, really. Ate by herself, laughing by herself, spoke to herself. It’s a wonder her mind came out intact by the time Pyrope, Renegade, and Hotspot. It still felt like a dream- one second she was rolling in the dirt; the next, she was carried away by Pyrope, clutched in her teeth. Pyrope and Renegade weren’t much older than her, but Hotspot doted on her in a very different way than the others. Puma was her kit, and she proudly proclaimed as such. Puma ate up the attention, the love. Until one day, long after she and the others were grown, Hotspot came to their nest with great news. She’d met a tom! She was pregnant. Puma felt her world stop. Hotspot moved on quickly, desperate to find a place to have the babies safely. Pyrope and Renegade fussed over her constantly, leaving Puma as an afterthought. That didn’t stop when the kit was born- or when Hotspot, stricken, passed from blood loss. But it brought them closer together. Pyrope, Renegade, and Puma all agreed to be a united front to Prince. He was their baby- just as Puma had been Hotspot’s- and together they would raise him as their mothers. The Decks just felt like a natural next step. A place to go to save themselves the dangers of a kitten in the wild. They all took to a new life, and new names- Pyropesight, Creamblade, Pumafang and Princekit. Pumafang never once thought they didn’t love her- she just fears they love her a little less than they love each other.

Relationships:

✩ Parents: ↳ Mom: Hotspot (adoptive mother) [✘], Dad: N/A

✩ Mates: ↳ Pyropesight [✓], Creamblade [✓]

Pyropesight, 'The Reason' | She/her | 42 Moons | White Club Gatherer | Open for In-Server Adoption

Mom and Momma were two foster-fails in a decent household. Mom, full of dad jokes and warm paws, named her Pyrope. Pyrope had a normal kithood. She was well-loved and well cared for, but she could never stop yearning for a life in the wild. She tried to push it down, to ignore it, but it was literally one glass door away from her. Then Hotspot and Renegade came to town. Hotspot was polarizing, funny, and kind. She felt that all cats should be free, and that they should live together and be friends. Pyrope was drawn to her almost instantly. Her mothers, understanding, gave her one last hug and lick and let her be free. There was a bit of a scuffle. A lot of loners didn’t like the idea of a sudden influx. They clawed and bit and- well, a lot of cats died. Hotspot, Renegade and Pyrope knew they’d lost when the loners let loose a giant canine. They traveled far and wide for some time after that, picking up Puma along the way. Despite knowing her for longer, Hotspot chose Pyrope to be her second-in-command, and Pyrope was the first to learn she was meeting with some stranger. It came as no surprise when she returned pregnant. Their good luck didn’t last, however. Hotspot passed mid-labor, leaving them with Prince to raise. Pyrope knew that they needed a safe place- as much as she loved being wild, the streets are no place for a baby- and when they found the Decks it became a relief. Creamblade and Pumafang both settled in nicely as Suits, but Pyropesight found her niche in being a Gatherer.

Relationships:

✩ Parents: ↳ Mom: Ruby [✓], Momma: Sapphire [✓]

✩ Mates: ↳ Pumafang [✓], Creamblade [✓]

Creamblade, 'The Renegade' | She/her | 48 Moons | White Club Suit | Open for In-Server Adoption

Creamblade’s birth name has been lost to time. Purebred and bought for show, her new name was given to her by Hotspot- Renegade. Hotspot hated life as a show cat. She wanted, more than anything, to be free and to live off the land. Renegade wanted to live with her! Together they left the big house behind, moving from city to city until they found Pyrope. Hotspot wanted more than anything to live there, to give Pyrope the chance to live near her folks, but the battles were hard and cruel. They lost a lot of cats. Then the dogs came, and they had to flee. Traveling again, Pyrope one day returned with Puma, and Hotspot was smitten. She doted after her like she was a kitten! Renegade felt a flash of jealousy- she wasn’t much older than her, why was she being given all the attention?- and it led to some petty squabbles. But the nurturing gave Hotspot a new itch to scratch. She wanted kits of her own! She returned one day with news of a litter on the way and the need to move. They simply had to find a safe place to live. Renegade couldn’t help but wonder if she was missing her big house now. The rest is pretty by the books. Hotspot passed birthing Prince, and Renegade- well, she cried. A lot. Pyrope kept them all together, kept them fed and cared for. Once they’d grieved they made plans to move into one of the nearby Decks. Renamed Creamblade, Creamblade has been a loyal Suit ever since, fighting tooth and nail to protect this new life.

Relationships:

✩ Siblings: ↳ Blue [✓], Yellow [✓]

✩ Mates: ↳ Pyropesight [✓], Pumafang [✓]

Poppyhope | He/they | 45 Moons | Red Diamond Suit | Open for In-Server Adoption

Poppyhope had a bleak upbringing. His parents rarely got along by the time he was born, but pride kept them from admitting it wouldn't work. He was also the only kit they had, as Robincoo, his mother, was believed to have been sterile.  As Poppyhope matured, they would drag him into their arguments. His father then began to blame him. After all, they were happy before Poppyhope was born. He was simply a burden, a barrier to their peace and happiness. And his father Hysopptooth was always eager to remind him of his worthlessness. To remind him that it was all his fault. Because it always was.  When he became a pip, his father outright disowned him, and tried to attack him. Poppypip had run to the nursery, injured and bleeding and sobbing for a mother who wasn't there and no longer cared.  Poppypip's wounds were treated, and Hyssoptooth was stripped of his ranking. There had been rumor Poppyhope started the altercation, so it was decided Hysopptooth would undergo training a second time and re-earn his name. Poppyhope continued and completed his training, avoiding Hysopptooth and his harsh, cruel taunts.  Once given his name he stubbornly refused to fight.

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Pearlblossom | She/they | UTA | Red Diamond Suit | Open for In-Server Adoption

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Angelteeth | She/sera/hum | 48 Moons | Pale Spades | Open for In-Server Adoption

You are the golden child of your litter, the shine in your parents eyes. Harrierhaunt and Seraphimstone looked upon you as the future of their family, a cat who would one day bring glory to the Pale Deck. They had high standards for you and you were determined to fulfill them tenfold. Your sibling Archangelkit got less attention, none of your parents predetermined responsibilities for him. You choose to ignore him for the most part, content to learn from your parents in their teachings. Unaware of the resentment and spark growing within you. Time passes. You, Archangelpip, and Devilpip grow closer, thick as thieves. Temperance is only an annoyance at first, someone with little impact on your destiny but things begin to change. She causes something within you to burn whenever you look at her and her laugh is grating to the ears. You don’t know what this feeling is but you hate it! To lose control of yourself is the greatest offense. You don’t remember who starts it but you're not the one who’s going to put a stop to it either, your the next greatest suit the Pale will ever see of course. You have the right to do whatever you see fit. If only you knew what was coming… The merry circle of pips go too far one day in their bullying. Temperance explodes into a shower of ice, shards flying everywhere. The cold bite of frost overwhelming the trio like a wave of lava consuming them all. You only can feel pain and as your vision begins to fade, you only have one thought: I will make you pay for this Temperance. You heal as is customary. Your body is covered in an array of scars which sting if pulled too tight or rubbed against something harsh. Your pride and joy of a tail is no more and that spark of resentment is bubbling beneath the surface. Growing, writhing, wriggling inside your chest as the days go by. You feel as if trapped in a cocoon when you look around at your kin, nothing seems right anymore. Your parents can barely look you in the eye on the best of days, they ignore you on the worst. Is this how Archangel felt his entire life? You grit your teeth and bear it. After all, you are going to be the best suit of all time … right?

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✩ Parents: ↳ Mom: Harrierhaunt, Dad: Seraphimstone

Amanitalullaby | They/he | 35 Moons | Pale Spades Suit | Open for In-Server Adoption

Amanitalullaby's mother Larkstrike had asked for a surrogate father so her and her mate could have him. Amanitalullaby grew up with two kind mothers, that were often a bit overprotective. They lived in fear of death, of their son's death. They support him in his vows to act as a mortician, and are incredibly proud of him, but also fear for his safety. When Amanitalullaby was apprenticed, one of his mother's, Opalbreeze, fell ill and missed his ceremony. It'd damaged his confidence for a while, thinking that he was unlucky. Otherwise, they've lived a fairly uneventful life.

Relationships:

✩ Parents: ↳ Mom: Opalbreeze✓ Mom:Larkstrike✓ 

Dreamseeker | AMAB | 36 Moons | Pale Spades | Open for In-Server Adoption

-Born in Black to a cross clan relationship between Black father and Pale mother. -Moved to Pale with another littermate following pipping, encouraged by father that it would be safer.

Relationships:

✩ Parents: ↳ Unnamed Black Father ✓, Unnamed Pale Mother ✓

Oneflicker | AMAB | 36 Moons | Pale Spades | Open for In-Server Adoption

-Born in Black to a cross clan relationship between Black father and Pale mother. -Moved to Pale with another littermate following pipping, encouraged by father that it would be safer. -Lost eyes in a hunting accident early in pipping

Relationships:

✩ Parents: ↳ Unnamed Black Father ✓, Unnamed Pale Mother ✓

Rubblefang | He/him | 60 Moons | Black Hearts Suit | Open for In-Server Adoption

Born of Poppyshade, Rubblefang received the least amount of attention from her as a kit, between Wigglekit’s strange affliction and Paintedkit’s loud personality. It’s given him a little bit of mommy issues, but he worked hard to overcome them and be a good Suit. Is now excited to be an Uncle.

Relationships:

✩ Parents: ↳ Mom: Poppyshade [✘], Dad: Unknown [?]