Post by Moony™ on Mar 11, 2008 16:32:14 GMT -5
This board is for ideas. This site WILL have a plot, it's essential isn't it?
Members, feel free to post.
act one ` tranquility
0 belladonna
1 prayer
2 storm
act two ` lies
3 seeds
4 miracle
act three ` truth
5 truth
6 divide
7 blame
8 war
act four ` revolution
9 death
10 gift[/blockquote]
belladonna.[/size]
[info to the flower, a quick sum, introductory]
{winter, I need you to re-write this part. Because this sucks and way too long. But it has all the important details. xD}
The Belladonna has many names, named by different people and how they viewed this flower.
Whether what the origin of the name was, the Belladonna's purpose never changed. Or it's meaning, or itself.
Belladonna originally means deadly nightshade—just a taste compared to our real Belladonna, inspired by the plant and the beautiful word but the poisonous meaning.
It's crimson red petals stands at the top most layer of our sight, the star-shaped figure of the flower whole, the bright red, found no where else in true nature, catches the eye first.
The center of the petals lays a red dot who fades slowly to crimson. Then to the edge, darker crimson.
Then the leaves and the stem come. The green part; isn't like the color of other plants at all. It's green but the color is a shade of bright pine-green.
The leaves flow in pairs beneath the petals, with a smooth edge surrounding it and ending in a pointy tip. It almost look like a heart, the leafy pairs make--another beauty of the flower.
And the scent--oh, the scent; it's mesmerizing yet sweet and attracting at the same time. It brings less-stress to your nose and fills your head with the forget-all aroma. The scent is very strong and lingers in the air than any other scent, which begin to hide underneath the flower. The aroma will slowly spread from there, like if a drop of blood trickled over the water, the water will show a crimson smoke-like water, spreading larger and larger over the water. But that's just one drop.
The flower is the source of the drops, meaning, time counts as the drops' number slowly begin to expand.
The flower often long for the sun that shines, the warm, moist air, and the warm water.
Instead of the cold, dry, frozen water that sits in the mountains, the flower dreams. Where there, the flower is rare and itching to survive...
prayer.
The half-moon shines brightly. It’s just the perfect summer night and the time for the medicine cats for the meeting. Things are at true tranquility and it’s just the time to relax. The medicine cats with their apprentices come to the Moonpool to dream with the stars.
But the dream isn’t right.
They’re in a body that’s not theirs, looking at a hill where the waters reflect a battle. The grass is not green, but dotted red. A prayer echoes in the dream, and they’re speaking it. It has the slight eminence that it’s a prophecy, as if mouthed by Starclan.
Dear Starclan,
Save me from this bloody battle,
Help them choose right, until the end
Oh dear Starclan, please, if you’d wish
Let them see beyond that red illusion
Let the tainted flowers fall, whither away
Be squashed from their greed and hunger
Rescue the serfs bound to them
Fight the poison inside; the addiction, the madness
My faith is with you, Starclan
The cats see a flash of life before them, although it is not theirs.
The windiest storm. A brilliant red flower. The eyes of a madman’s. A cat dead.
Their eyes close and they wake, confused and scared.
storm.
Winds blow from the direction of the mountains, as a storm. The world stops cold and Warriors retreat inside. The harsh winds pick up the seeds from the mountains, dropping them in our forest. They’re usually seeded in Windclan, stopped by the hills, although some could leak to the other clans.
And immediately, they take root.
seeds.
It’s time the flowers are noticed. Their flamboyant red petals shine, stirring interest among the cats. They smell delicious and sweet—leading to a cat eating the flower. And it’s just as imagined.
Furthermore, it’s been said that it is safe and that the flower helped focus and relieved stress.
miracle.
Discoveries announce at the Gathering, welcomed as Starclan’s miracle gift.
Soon after, the flowers spread their kind rather quickly, filling the other clans. Seeds fly in the breeze, floats in the water, and latch themselves to the fur. The flower is already famous, tagged with great positive names with the same meaning.
truth.
The truth wavers before the eyes of many cats, Belladonna becoming a wildfire. It shadows it self, devouring cats with its fantastical lies. Many falls mad, from the overdose of the smell and the flower ingested. The taste is irresistible and is highly addicting, which did lure in the cats. Some cats are driven too far with the stress in their lives, making them more vulnerable from the fire.
Life seems out of muse nowadays. Slowly, the beauty of the nature began to fade, dying, and the flowers are growing stronger then ever. The original nature withers and dies, choked from the flower, fighting for nutrition and space. Animals are dying from their habitats, including our cats, while the flower smiled without a care.
divide.
Choose a side and raise your flag—you’d better choose carefully, because it matters.
One bold warrior stands up against the flowers, which stirs other’s opinions and ideas and plans, now, a division. Division of those who loathe the flower—the thinkers, the ones who’ve lost someone by the flower, the believers with the division of those who uphold the flower—the mad, the bound, the one who cannot see.
At first, the division does not carry such a big gap. Until, the wrath and the desire for revenge built up. The flower problem was getting much worse, with an inadequate amount of time.
And then you see the cats that are torn in two, who only wants to stop the fighting, caught between the lines, unable to make a choice.
Starclan save us.
blame.
The problem that happens inside the minds is even worse than the flowers itself. First, usually the mad or sometimes the deeply troubled, cannot blame themselves for the flower, or the flower itself—they can’t talk. So the blame goes to the medicine cats for announcing, then the leaders, and soon, Starclan; leading to blasphemy. Many already have lost their faith, hopes, and dreams. The government and the order fall apart and chaos takes the place.
war.
This isn’t the best idea. Why fight, when there’s more they could accomplish? But the fact is what could they really accomplish, surrounded in revenge?
The goal here, is to prove the other side that they’re wrong and back off. It was never meant to be, as words spread through the clans in a misunderstood gossip, grinning with some intensity to look for.
The battle is set in the most western Windclan hill, the slope between the hill and the lake. You can hardly see the grass, now infected with red Belladonna flowers and tainted with crimson.
The flowers drive the mad even madder, reminding of why they’re fighting for while other group tries to use this to prove that they’re stronger than the flowers.
While the battle is going through, one cat, who had not intended to be in the battle, is praying among the violence. The prophecy echoes in her words as a prayer, with the battle continuing. The prayer is said; the battle ends. The mad loses and the anti-flowers win. But what significance does the battle make?
death.
The flower reaches its carrying capacity, with nature hidden below the flower mess. There’s too much greed and power, too much flowers with no nutrition and space for the flower to live. The time for them to live has past from the year, with no seeds producing. They die out, in mass numbers, overcome by themselves and freeing the serfs bound to the flower’s drug side-effects.
gift.
Nature patches itself again. There’s no hint or traces of the flower left, just dead remains and blank fields of ground. Warriors help, carrying some precious seeds elsewhere, like from some survived plants and continues the flow of the world again.
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Plot Mountain
Beginning;; Starclan's prophesy, storm, warriors living
Rising Action;; storm, growth of the flower, purpose of the flower, first death, madness, the two groups
Climax;; War between the two groups
Falling Action;; After the war, decrease of the flower, the final destruction of the flower
Resolution;; Life continues on
Current unsolved questions
1. Starclan's involvement (prophesy and a poem)
2. Destruction of the flower
3. Time (An estimate of how long this will take)
More info
AUDITIONS>> Personally, for auditions and special positions, for this plot, I think it’s unnecessary. For those who want, this is the time to make your character shine, stand up, and be special.
Like, we’ll need the lead of the anti-flower group and the flower supporting party. This plot affects all characters (I don’t know about rogues, loners, and kittypets), so we really don’t need auditions.
Which also means, everyone will be performing in the plot.
By the time it gets really intense, threads like “Patrolling Among Lively Plants” when plants are dying, it will be frowned upon.
Members, feel free to post.
b e l l a d o n n a.
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act one ` tranquility
0 belladonna
1 prayer
2 storm
act two ` lies
3 seeds
4 miracle
act three ` truth
5 truth
6 divide
7 blame
8 war
act four ` revolution
9 death
10 gift[/blockquote]
` tranquility
belladonna.[/size]
[info to the flower, a quick sum, introductory]
{winter, I need you to re-write this part. Because this sucks and way too long. But it has all the important details. xD}
The Belladonna has many names, named by different people and how they viewed this flower.
Whether what the origin of the name was, the Belladonna's purpose never changed. Or it's meaning, or itself.
Belladonna originally means deadly nightshade—just a taste compared to our real Belladonna, inspired by the plant and the beautiful word but the poisonous meaning.
It's crimson red petals stands at the top most layer of our sight, the star-shaped figure of the flower whole, the bright red, found no where else in true nature, catches the eye first.
The center of the petals lays a red dot who fades slowly to crimson. Then to the edge, darker crimson.
Then the leaves and the stem come. The green part; isn't like the color of other plants at all. It's green but the color is a shade of bright pine-green.
The leaves flow in pairs beneath the petals, with a smooth edge surrounding it and ending in a pointy tip. It almost look like a heart, the leafy pairs make--another beauty of the flower.
And the scent--oh, the scent; it's mesmerizing yet sweet and attracting at the same time. It brings less-stress to your nose and fills your head with the forget-all aroma. The scent is very strong and lingers in the air than any other scent, which begin to hide underneath the flower. The aroma will slowly spread from there, like if a drop of blood trickled over the water, the water will show a crimson smoke-like water, spreading larger and larger over the water. But that's just one drop.
The flower is the source of the drops, meaning, time counts as the drops' number slowly begin to expand.
The flower often long for the sun that shines, the warm, moist air, and the warm water.
Instead of the cold, dry, frozen water that sits in the mountains, the flower dreams. Where there, the flower is rare and itching to survive...
prayer.
The half-moon shines brightly. It’s just the perfect summer night and the time for the medicine cats for the meeting. Things are at true tranquility and it’s just the time to relax. The medicine cats with their apprentices come to the Moonpool to dream with the stars.
But the dream isn’t right.
They’re in a body that’s not theirs, looking at a hill where the waters reflect a battle. The grass is not green, but dotted red. A prayer echoes in the dream, and they’re speaking it. It has the slight eminence that it’s a prophecy, as if mouthed by Starclan.
Dear Starclan,
Save me from this bloody battle,
Help them choose right, until the end
Oh dear Starclan, please, if you’d wish
Let them see beyond that red illusion
Let the tainted flowers fall, whither away
Be squashed from their greed and hunger
Rescue the serfs bound to them
Fight the poison inside; the addiction, the madness
My faith is with you, Starclan
The cats see a flash of life before them, although it is not theirs.
The windiest storm. A brilliant red flower. The eyes of a madman’s. A cat dead.
Their eyes close and they wake, confused and scared.
storm.
Winds blow from the direction of the mountains, as a storm. The world stops cold and Warriors retreat inside. The harsh winds pick up the seeds from the mountains, dropping them in our forest. They’re usually seeded in Windclan, stopped by the hills, although some could leak to the other clans.
And immediately, they take root.
` lies
seeds.
It’s time the flowers are noticed. Their flamboyant red petals shine, stirring interest among the cats. They smell delicious and sweet—leading to a cat eating the flower. And it’s just as imagined.
Furthermore, it’s been said that it is safe and that the flower helped focus and relieved stress.
miracle.
Discoveries announce at the Gathering, welcomed as Starclan’s miracle gift.
Soon after, the flowers spread their kind rather quickly, filling the other clans. Seeds fly in the breeze, floats in the water, and latch themselves to the fur. The flower is already famous, tagged with great positive names with the same meaning.
` truth
truth.
The truth wavers before the eyes of many cats, Belladonna becoming a wildfire. It shadows it self, devouring cats with its fantastical lies. Many falls mad, from the overdose of the smell and the flower ingested. The taste is irresistible and is highly addicting, which did lure in the cats. Some cats are driven too far with the stress in their lives, making them more vulnerable from the fire.
Life seems out of muse nowadays. Slowly, the beauty of the nature began to fade, dying, and the flowers are growing stronger then ever. The original nature withers and dies, choked from the flower, fighting for nutrition and space. Animals are dying from their habitats, including our cats, while the flower smiled without a care.
divide.
Choose a side and raise your flag—you’d better choose carefully, because it matters.
One bold warrior stands up against the flowers, which stirs other’s opinions and ideas and plans, now, a division. Division of those who loathe the flower—the thinkers, the ones who’ve lost someone by the flower, the believers with the division of those who uphold the flower—the mad, the bound, the one who cannot see.
At first, the division does not carry such a big gap. Until, the wrath and the desire for revenge built up. The flower problem was getting much worse, with an inadequate amount of time.
And then you see the cats that are torn in two, who only wants to stop the fighting, caught between the lines, unable to make a choice.
Starclan save us.
blame.
The problem that happens inside the minds is even worse than the flowers itself. First, usually the mad or sometimes the deeply troubled, cannot blame themselves for the flower, or the flower itself—they can’t talk. So the blame goes to the medicine cats for announcing, then the leaders, and soon, Starclan; leading to blasphemy. Many already have lost their faith, hopes, and dreams. The government and the order fall apart and chaos takes the place.
war.
This isn’t the best idea. Why fight, when there’s more they could accomplish? But the fact is what could they really accomplish, surrounded in revenge?
The goal here, is to prove the other side that they’re wrong and back off. It was never meant to be, as words spread through the clans in a misunderstood gossip, grinning with some intensity to look for.
The battle is set in the most western Windclan hill, the slope between the hill and the lake. You can hardly see the grass, now infected with red Belladonna flowers and tainted with crimson.
The flowers drive the mad even madder, reminding of why they’re fighting for while other group tries to use this to prove that they’re stronger than the flowers.
While the battle is going through, one cat, who had not intended to be in the battle, is praying among the violence. The prophecy echoes in her words as a prayer, with the battle continuing. The prayer is said; the battle ends. The mad loses and the anti-flowers win. But what significance does the battle make?
` revolution
death.
The flower reaches its carrying capacity, with nature hidden below the flower mess. There’s too much greed and power, too much flowers with no nutrition and space for the flower to live. The time for them to live has past from the year, with no seeds producing. They die out, in mass numbers, overcome by themselves and freeing the serfs bound to the flower’s drug side-effects.
gift.
Nature patches itself again. There’s no hint or traces of the flower left, just dead remains and blank fields of ground. Warriors help, carrying some precious seeds elsewhere, like from some survived plants and continues the flow of the world again.
[/size][/blockquote]
Plot Mountain
Beginning;; Starclan's prophesy, storm, warriors living
Rising Action;; storm, growth of the flower, purpose of the flower, first death, madness, the two groups
Climax;; War between the two groups
Falling Action;; After the war, decrease of the flower, the final destruction of the flower
Resolution;; Life continues on
Current unsolved questions
1. Starclan's involvement (prophesy and a poem)
2. Destruction of the flower
3. Time (An estimate of how long this will take)
More info
AUDITIONS>> Personally, for auditions and special positions, for this plot, I think it’s unnecessary. For those who want, this is the time to make your character shine, stand up, and be special.
Like, we’ll need the lead of the anti-flower group and the flower supporting party. This plot affects all characters (I don’t know about rogues, loners, and kittypets), so we really don’t need auditions.
Which also means, everyone will be performing in the plot.
By the time it gets really intense, threads like “Patrolling Among Lively Plants” when plants are dying, it will be frowned upon.
'Cept now my blood idea fails because it would dissolve on the open wounds. Unless maybe it dissolves to work instead of being chewed up and some cat remembers this. Idk though, it's an amazing plot whatever the ending is.