WARRIORS
I Am Not Immune To Warriors OCs
takes place during a time in which nature is reclaiming it's rightful place as earth's sole ruler. twolegs are no longer an issue (or at least...not as prominent as they once were), but their houses and towering monoliths remain, now stained by moss and clawmarks.
the landscape is coated in an invisible layer of radioactive dust - unbeknownst to the wild creatures now inhabiting these lands - as a nuclear disaster had rendered it unsafe for organic life to prosper.
as the clans navigate and reclaim the beach, the city and the lands between for themselves, their bloodlines are slowly shifting and changing in peculiar ways, yet none of them have any clue as to why. some speculate it's starclan's will, others try not to think about it. undeniably, however, they all sense a big change trickling in, carried on the westward wind.
bayclan is a large clan nestled in a circle of ship wreckages and broken crates washed ashore. they're the classic example of a Normal Clan, and they pride themselves on order and tradition.
they're still finding "garfield" statues to this day. he must've been a very beloved warrior in his heyday.
blueclan is a comparatively small clan of both cats and dogs descended from their domesticated ancestors. compared to both bayclan and the rats, they appear weak-willed and pathetic, but their baby-ish habits keep them comfortable as they navigate this unfamiliar part of the world without their human companions.
they cherish their rubber burgers, stuffed mice and noisy pink collars more than anything.
the rat kings are a family of subway and sewer dwellers living beneath the city. their numbers are...either very small or very large, depending on who's asking. they're 7 cats strong, each with a striking presence of their own, accompanied by their hundreds of faithful rodent companions who have their beady eyes on every corner of the city.
they're a wild bunch, styling their fur after the historic punk rock teenagers that spray painted their homes decades before.
anyone who isn't part of a clan. primarily live in the lands between, which is the forested area surrounding the city. depending on the clan, the lands between either contain untapped riches waiting to be discovered, or monstrous shadow entities that swallow young cats whole... or it's just a normal forest with, like, plants and shit.. i'm sure you can guess which clan says what. ^_^
deceased animals will wake either in starclan or the wasteland. warriors and wanderers alike find themselves embued with sunshine upon joining starclan, spending their afterlives frolicking through the flowers, swimming, playing, basking in the sun and catching up with loved ones. on the contrary, warriors who were rejected by starclan arise in the wasteland; a wide, open field with tidepools of green-ish milky gore, and dark empty skies clicking with radioactive static.