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I will get a picture for all of them soon.


Ｎame/Ｆuture Ｎame(s）:
"Hi! My name is Nyx. My father named me that. I think it's because I have dark fur."

Ａge:
"I'm only 5 Moons right now, but I'll be an Apprentice soon!"

Ｇender:
"Duh! I'm a tom! Can't ya see that?!"

Short Description:
Nyx is a black furred tom with deep blue eyes. He is very small compared to normal kits, but he is fiesty non the less.

Ｄetailed Description:
Nyx is a black pelted tom kit with silky soft fur. It's short and always shimmering because his father keeps it very clean. His eyes are a pretty, deep blue, like the crystal blue water of a beautiful lake. He is very small when put up next to other kits. You can just say he's the runt. But his claws are not small at all. They're quite large for such a small kit, and very sharp. Along with his sharp little fangs, they make a deadly duo.

Ｐersonality:
Nyx is normally a very happy and playful kit, but if angered, he won't be afraid to say what's up. He very straight forward and sometimes his mouth gets him in trouble. He is very adventurous and is always trying new battle moves on the bigger, older kits and apprentices. They tease him, but he defends himself well. His father, Shadowfang, taught him to never back down from a challenge and do whatever it took to win. And that is just what Nyx does. But, Nyx is a very smart kit and learns fast. He would make a great Warrior one day, so long as he is not corrupted.

Ｈistory:
There's not much to say about his history, just yet. But all he knows is that his mother was killed and his father protects him. He is only a kit after all. His father never told him of what happened in the time he could see, hear, or smell.

Ｃrush:
"Crush?! Eww!! No way! She-cats are icky!"

Sexuality:
Undetermined

Ｒank:
"I'm a Warrior! The strongest and best Warrior in all of this clan!.... Okay, I'm just a kit, but one day I will be the best Warrior in Bloodclan!"

Ｏther:
N/A

Now for his father :)


Ｎame/Ｆuture Ｎame(s）:
"My name is Shadow. My father named me shadow on account of my black pelt. If too stupid to get that, we won't get along very well."

Ａge:
"I don't see why it matters now that I'm a full grown Warrior. But if you must know, I am 24 moons exactly. Still don't see why it matters though..."

Ｇender:
"Is it not obvious? Are you that blind? I'm a tom you mouse brain!"

Short Description:
Shadow is a pure black tom cat with bright Amber eyes and half a tail. They are dark and ambitious, but mostly scary. His pupils are always slits, rarely whole. He has many scars all along his muzzle, ears, face, shoulders and chest.

Ｄetailed Description:
Shadow is a black pelted tom with rough, coarse fur. His pelt is all scarred up with the marks of past battles. All over his face, muzzle, ears, shoulders, and chest. He is a large tom with broad shoulders and a deep chest. Being very muscular, he is very strong and powerful. His claws are long, thick, and sharp. They cut easily through fur and skin. Shadow makes sure his claws are always at their sharpest. His fangs are like daggers, stabbing and slicing whatever he can get them on. Now his tail is his oddest feature; it is half the size of a normal cat's. It was broken and amputated when he was a young apprentice. But he doesn't let it bother him any.
 Ｐersonality:
Shadow is a dark and mysterious cat. He is ambitious and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. But he isn't quite ambitious enough yet to kill. Though, that may happen soon. He is a very brave and swift cat who seems to fear nothing. But underneath, he has a special love and bond for his only kin, his son, Nyx. Shadow will do anything to protect Nyx. That is his one weakness. His past took everything from him except his son and he intends to keep Nyx alive even if it meant death for shadowfang. Deep inside, Shadow isn't completely evil, and doesn't want to be. But his past has pushed that far, far down to the very bottom of his heart. It would take allot to get down that deep and bring him back from his evil ways.

Ｈistory:
As a kit, his father was a cruel tom. He secretly beat his mate and kit in a rage of his own mistakes. One day, he actually killed his mate and blamed it on Shadow. Told him it was his fault he killed her. That he drove his father to do it because he was such a failure. It rattled Shadow deeply, but he remained his sweet self. For a while at least.
 As an apprentice, Shadow fell from a very high tree and caught his tail on a branch. The branch broke his tail in half and the Medicine Cat was forced to amputate it because of the severe injuries. His father made fun of him, telling him he was an even bigger failure than when he was a kit. Shadow became cold and hardened. He stopped caring about friendship, which was a bad thing for a special she-cat named, Lillypaw. Lillypaw liked Shadow more than just a friend, and he knew he liked her in the same way. Lillypaw was the only cat that could bring out his happy side. They became the best of friends and had planned to become mates when they were older and have kits of their own to love and raise. As they grew, Shadow's father didn't like their new found companionship.
 As a Warrior, Shadow was given his name because of his dark pelt and skilled fighting technique. Along with hating everyone in the clan. Everyone except Lillytail. They had become mates, as they had planned, and even were expecting kits. Shadow's father had turned grey with his old age, but his dark intentions grew stronger. He plotted to kill Lillytail and their kits when they were born. The day Lillytail gave birth, Shadow was so overcome with joy, he bounded out of the Nursery and yowled at the top of his lungs about the arrival of his beautiful kits. Two she-kits and a tom kit.
The two she-kits looked just like their mother; creamy tabbies. The tom kit, looked just like his father; pure black. The whole clan was surprised at Shadow's sudden happiness, but rejoiced with him and encouraged him to be a great new father. But while that was happening, Shadow's father slipped unnoticed into the Nursery. Inside, the Medicine Cat sat crouched over the newborn kits and looked up at the tom in the entrance. She gave a sweet purr greeting and stood up to leave the new grandfather to see his grandkits. When she left, Lillytail smiled at the tom, unknowning of what would happen. The dark cat smiled an evil smile and slinked over to the creme tabby she-cat. His claws slid out of their sheaths and suddenly, blood stained the Nursery floor. A loud but cut-off yowl sounded from it. The whole clan fell silent and stopped in their tracks. Shadow's heart sank and he darted into the Nursery. He was greeted by the sight of his father standing over the three dead bodies of Lillytail and his two daughters. Tears welled up in his eyes and he looked at his father. Rage and anger burned in his eyes as the dark tom flexed four claws at the little black kit squealing on the den floor. Shadow flung himself at his father and the two went into a battle to the death. They rolled out of the Nursery in a heap of claws, fangs and blood. The clan watched in horror as the father and son fought viciously. After what seemed to be ages, the battle was over. Shadow stood bloodied, scarred and panting heavily over the dead mass of fur that was his father. The clan slowly gathered around and Shadow told them of his father's brutal history. Then, he remembered his kit. He turned on his heels and leaped into the Nursery. Shadow collapsed around his son and tears flowed down his face like little rivers. His mate and daughters were dead. Taken from him for no reason. That day, the clan grieved over the loss of a wonder warrior and mother, and two helpless kits. From that day on, Shadow had become heartless, stone cold, and ambitious. No one had expected it, but it happened. They only thing that keeps his sanity in check, is his son.
 Ｃrush:
"I only had one love.. and she was taken from me..."

Ｒank:
"I'm just a Warrior... for now."

Sexuality:
Straight

Alliance:
Bloodclan

Ｏther:
Tibetan mastiff :)

I change my forms up every so often. But these are just my usual forms for cats I use.



Via wikepedia.
|| Nᴀᴍᴇ || "My name is Hail."
|| Dᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ Nᴀᴍᴇ || "My warrior name is Hail. They named me Hail because of my silver pelt I inherited from my mother, Snow. They also gave me Hail because of my markings on my pelt and how light I am on my feet."
|| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ || "I am a she-cat, thank you."
|| Aɢᴇ || 23 moons
|| Rᴀɴᴋ || "I am a proud and hardworking warrior."
|| Dᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ Rᴀɴᴋ || "I always wished to be a queen... Kits are one of the most amazing things this world has. I also love my rank of being a warrior, helping my clan in anyway possible."
|| Aʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ || "well Bloodclan of course"
|| Fᴜʀ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ||hail has soft short white fur with silvery markings. Three slim, long and grey stripes point down her sides. There are small grey stripes pointing to the sides on her ears and legs. She also has two small grey stripes on each side of her face. The tips of her ears are also black. Hail's unusually long, fluffy tail is soft and ⅓ of her tail up is a light grey, then the ⅔ of her tail is a darker grey. The last part of her tail is completely Silver.

| Bᴏᴅʏ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ || Hail's body is very small, one of the smallest she-cats in the clan. Her legs are long and thin, which help her hunt. Her body shape is a basic
|| Eʏᴇ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ||
Her eyes are large and round, which are easily read if you know her well. They are a bright blue, that dance happily inside a dark blue circle.

Wʜᴀᴛs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ Iɴsɪᴅᴇ

|| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ || The first thing any cat would notice is that Hail is a very quiet and thoughtful cat. She is very a delicate she-cat who would be easily broken if she was close to the cat. She has a very gentle nature, the type who would do anything to make anyone smile. The type who would be encouraging the weakest cat, even if there is no hope. The she-cat would spend hours and hours trying to make every cats life's better. The perfect queen on the inside, but her brave instincts take over when she is doing her warrior duties. She is very wise, and can come up with quick plans. Even if they are agaisnt the warrior code, she would rather follow what is truly right.

Even the sweetest cat has a mean side. Hail can get very angry if any cat did something stupid that almost cost them their lives. The she-cat hates cats who kill or hurt others. It will first start in her eyes, they will spark and light up as if they were on fire. Then her heart will slightly creak as she let out all of her anger. She will be very harsh, but will quickly forgive, depending on the situation. The punishments will be very hard to complete and will be long. Even if she doesn't want to give the cat a punishment, she knows its the best way for the cat to understand what they have done. It will correct their ways and hope it wont happen in the future. It will also show the whole clan that this she-cat is serious. All she wants is the best for clan.

Being brave and determined is another part in this she-cats life. Ever since she was a kit, hail would go on adventures outside the camp, going down the darkest tunnels, climbing the highest trees. This she-cat would take on anything that would come along her path, though she isn't very strong, Hailswirl is very swift on her feet. Shes as graceful as a bird gliding through the clouds high above. She was always very curious, and would travel miles and miles to find what she is looking for.

Loyalty, a devotion toward the clan. Hail's heart beats with it. Anything she can do for her clan, she would do. Yet being loyal to her clan isn't all the loyalty she gives. She stays along side all the cats she loves, through the bad and through the good. She follows her heart, hoping it will guide her to the right path. She keeps her promises, and tries to give more.
 | Lɪᴋᴇs ||
• Water • Rivers • Waterfalls • Fish • Voles • high piles of Prey. • kits • Toms • New kits in the nursery • Training apprentices • Healthy clanmates • Romantic walks • Being alone with loved ones • Starclan • Climbing trees
|| Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs||
• Being completely alone.
• Knowing she will be mateless without any kits • Death • Wishing she could protect all cats • Rude cats • Heart break • bugs • Drowning • No prey
|| Fᴇᴀʀs || • Never finding a mate
• Rainclans fall
• Clan mates deaths
• Being hated
• Being a bad warrior
• Making bad decisions.
|| Dᴏᴡɴғᴀʟʟs|| • Fighting. • getting over beloved clanmates deaths. • over curious
|| Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs || • She is an excellent hunter and tracker • Climbing trees • Swimming • Keeping secrets • Hiding
 | Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ || Life didn't start out perfectly when Hailswirl was born. Covered in blood, Hail and Rain laid quietly by her mother. Snowsong slowly died from loss of blood, next to her mate, Night. The medicine cat looked down at the kit and told Night. "I believe she wont last long. She is very small and weak. Smaller then any kit I have ever seen... I... I am so sorry..". Though, hail survived the depressing event. As soon as she could walk and open her eyes, she was everywhere. Warriors den, Medicine cats supplies, even outside the camp. she was very curious and playful. Her first piece of prey was a jay at 5 moons when she snuck out of camp. At 6 moons she got her apprentice name. Her mentor had trouble teaching her how to fight, because she would rather hunt. She easily learned how to hunt and always wanted to be on hunting patrols. One time, she was chasing a squirrel up a large oak tree and slipped off on of the branches, messing up her back left leg. Now it always looked weird, but she can run fine. After a moon of resting, she continued her apprentice she and became a warrior at 21 moons.
||Sexuality|| bisexual
|| Mᴀᴛᴇ || "I can only send my wishes up to Starclan. I will most likely only dream for a mate."
|| Kɪɴ || Mother: Dovesong - deceased; Died giving birth.
Father: Nightstar - Deceased; Fox attack
Sister: Rainpool - Deceased; Fox attack
|| Kɪᴛs || "I wish for a few litters..."


Name
|Fire| ~"What's it to ya!"
Gender
|She-cat| ~"I'm a she-cat, whether you believe me or not."
Description
|Fire is a long furred torbie and white she-cat with pumpkin orange eyes. Because she's a torbie, a tortoiseshell and tabby, she has a very odd mix of colors that occupy her fur. The fur on her back is a burnt orange with an overlay of black; underneath those guard hairs is soft light orange and white fur. The pattern is similar to that of a wolf. It's smooth, silky, and feathery yet it seems to stick out everywhere. The fur on her tail is just like her back's, feathery yet messy. Her tail is mainly black with soft tints of orange.
Around her neck is a thick ring of white with very light patches of cream at its ends. Below the ring is more thick, clumpy fur that starts to smooth as it gets to her back and fur. As it gets closer to her paws and away from her back, there are only little patches and tints of orange; her front is mainly dominated by the black and white. Her legs and paws are one of the easiest places to spot her evasive tabby markings, yet they are broken and do not resemble normal stripe. They appear to look more like small, jagged streaks of black; sometimes they are connecting, sometimes they are not.
Above the thick ring of white, on her neck, is her, equally as white, chin. Her muzzle is broad, resembling a tiger's, and is dusted with a light brown around and above her nose. Her nose is a pink surrounded by black. Her face is another place to spot those tabby markings. On her forhead are the typical tabby markings; they are black, but lighten with the fur into an orange. Around those deep orange eyes is a small ring of white, the same ring that changes the markings from black to orange. Her eyes are a deep pumpkin orange, lightening up into a pale version of the color as it gets closer to her pupils. Her ears are the same burnt orange as her back, leading up into the black tips. The inside is white with feathery tuffs of fur sticking out of it.
Fire isn't as short as many she-cats, she had come from a lineage of large cats. Her mother was a purebred Maine Coon while her father was some type of large thin cat. Her height comes from both her parents; she's lean like her father, and thick furred and muscular like her mother. Her paws aren't as large as you'd expect from a cat like her. She's stronger than she looks, her thick fur conceals her muscles. Her shoulders aren't as broad as a male's but they are thicker than a females, another trait inherited from her mother. Her ears are large and wide, which doesn't help keep her warm. What does are the tuffs of fur sticking out of them, keeping her ears from releasing too much heat.| ~"I'm fluffy and multicolored. The only thing cool about me are my eyes and claws."
 Age
|24 moons| ~"I'm not a puny kit no more! You better watch out, because I'm coming for you!"
Rank/clan
|Warrior| ~"im a warrior, I am able to rip you to shreds easily."
|clan| ~"my loyalty is to Bloodclan"
Personality
|Fire has a violent personality along with a short temper. She is generally calm, only getting riled up when challenged. Even though she's calm, she's not the serious type. She knows how to take a joke and spit out an insult; being sarcastic is also fun. If you ask her to play, get ready to be knocked around and hurt. She doesn't know, nor does she try, to control her strength. She isn't good with kits, she's too big and they're too small. She's afraid she'll crush them, so she likes to scare them off if they approach her.
Fire is very fond of tough talking; sometime it seems like its all she does. Words like slashing, ripping, tearing, bitting, and killing are commonly used in most of her sentences. She likes being the violent one in the clan; she likes to think that it gives her a thrill when others look at her like she's a monster. Truthfully, it would hurt anyone, but she refuses to acknowledge the pangs in her heart. Only a kit whines about the consequences of their actions and fire is no kit. Don't think that she's putting up walls to hide the nervous and fearful cat that she pushed deep into her heart. She is jut a touch kitty who refuses to recognize the pain that her personality tends to bring.
Surprisingly, Firefrost is a very friendly cat, but that also includes some violence. She's a bully, but she doesn't realize it. She'll push her friends around; knock them over with an affectionate nudge. She also bites and tackles in her overzealous affections. There is a thin line between her enemies and her friends; it's very easy to cross into the enemy zone while it's close to impossible to change from enemy to friend. Why is it so easy? She feels very little loyalty to others and even less to her clan. She's a former loner and isn't one to feel tied completely to something.| ~"I like to fight, that's all you need to know."
History
|She was born to a loner father and a kittypet mother. It's close to the typical story of the star-crossed lovers having no way to take care of their kit, so they leave it with the clan, but with a twist. Her and her brother, Slate, lived with their father until they were seven moons. Stark was his name, and the first thing he did was teach them to fight. Why? Because he didn't think they'd end up living in the clan; he believed that they would need to be prepared to fight them. He wasn't vicious, nor was he mean. Stark was strict yet caring. The problem with him was that he picked favorite, and that happened to be Fire. He didn't scold her for bulling her weaker brother, he always thought it was the nature of their personalities. Her brother was weaker, so she would be the dominate of the two.
Unfortunately, one day of training took a turn for the worse. She wasn't being careful and her claws were unsheathed, it was purely an accident that kits could make. She had made deep scratches on Slate's side and neck, and he died of bloodloss that night. Stark had no idea how to fix the problem and it was only after the kit died did he think to go to his mate's house. Fire hadn't cried heavily, only a few tears. She regreted her mistake, but accepted it as a mistake and refused to let it haunt her life.
Stark went to her mother's, Gem, house the next day, after burrying Slate. Gem was heartbroken, and offered to let Fire live with her. That way she would be away from harm and wouldn't have to kill again. Fire did not like the idea at all, but Stark said that he couldn't live with her without thinking about her dead brother. So, it was Firefrost who suggested to live with the clan. Stark agreed and so did Gem, albeit a little reluctantly. After saying their goodbyes and I love yous, her parents dropped her off at the clan's border. There, she started her life over as Fire warrior of bloodclan; ready to challenge the world.| ~"I was a loner, then I became an apprentice. Does that satisfy you?"
Crush
|None| ~"If I had one, then I would tell you!"
Mate
|None| ~"I can live my whole life without one of these."
|sexuality| asexual (may change)
Other
|None| ~"Get out of here!

My rp sample is coming soon! (It doesnt have to be about cats right?)

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@Calla N. - This is super late, but yep! I always give my characters theme songs even when it isn't asked for. Glad I'm not the only one! xD

@Zesha - Omg why is Calamity so round and cute I want to hug him. Will I die?

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REPOSTING

Name: Damien
Age: 35 moons
Gender: Male(Tom)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Alliance: Bloodclan-War Chief
Appearance:
A brown and white tom with dark grassy green eyes and a muscular frame. He has three angular scars on his hind leg as well as one on his chest ending to his right leg. He also has a green collar with black spikes
Personality: Damien unlike his sister is rather serious and attentive, not having any time for play. He can also be flirty although respectful if around higher ranks.

Name: Seraphina
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Female(She-cat)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Alliance: Bloodclan-Guard
Appearance:
Seraphina like her brother is a brown tabby she-cat with one green-yellow and blue bicolored eyes. She has no scars but overgrown fangs along with a pink collar with red stripes and white spikes.
Personality: Seraphina is a kind, motherly and playful she-cat. Although a guard, she almost always reveals her fun side, not hesitating for a good immature play. To put it all down, Seraphina is friendly but if needed will put herself in danger for the lives of anyone else.

Name: Breeze
Age: 4.5 moons
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Alliance: Bloodclan
Appearance:
A fluffy calico kitten with a white and black zebra striped studded collar with blue dope eyes.
Personality: Breeze is a kind and sensitive she-cat, who loves to get into trouble. Her motto is "Absitvely Posoulety" She's tough and headstrong, always the first one to lead and to point things out. But if your friend, there's no doubt you'll be her best one.
Crush: "Me? Crush...N-No way! Well I do like this one tom but you know...it doesn't really matter-I mean tomboys don't crush! We like but don't crush...maybe I do like him but not crush for him...I mean if that makes sense..hehe."
Other: German Husky/She got the warrior name from her mother who died a warrior in the lake territory clans.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE - Air pulsed in and out of the lungs of a small slender feline. The tall grasses were pushed back as she propelled herself forward, amber eyes wide. Her tightly encased midnight slits in their centers expanded as she pushed onward. Any second now and that rabid dog would snatch her up.

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Oh no, I'm scared, Zesha's Calamity has a big chance of beating my Eris... :( xD

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Ryver- Accepted.

Neonberries- I've said in the rules that no Warrior cat names will be permitted. Change Breezedapple's name please. I'll accept you, but I'm going to ask that you please make it a priority to add appropriately sized posts and to have better grammar during role-play.

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((Sorry, Ignore this,
I tried to post my character's info but it didn't work out correctly ))

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I added another cat to my applications on page 2.

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@Zesha - Leopard is accepted!

On another note, I'm gonna cut off applicants for BloodClan so we can get some more people into Cedar Claws!

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I'm probably going to add a third cat against my better judgement. Most of my roleplays seem pretty dead so I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll make another Cedar Claws app when I get home. :)

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I am totally okay with that, Potatopaz :)

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Wait, my two other cats are fine, right? xD

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^ yes they are!

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Great, thanks!

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