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 Sleep π± (#44085) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2019-09-22 17:18:53 |
Main Roleplay ThreadPLEASE DO NOT TALK ABOUT ANYTHING HERE, THIS IS FOR CHARACTER SHEETS ONLY, EVERY REPLY WILL NOTIFY A MODERATOR. IF YOU WILL REPLY WITH A NON CHARACTER SHEET, THIS WILL BE TREATED AS SPAM.Rules Β· This is a semi-literate roleplay, five sentences per post minimum. Β· High ranks must be approved by me, ranks lower than Medicine Cat do not need approving. Β· You may have as many characters as you like, but may only start with two high ranking characters. Β· God-modding, mary-sues or unrealistic characters/circumstances are prohibited. If your character dies, it dies. You cannot roleplay other people's characters or "dodge" attacks with your sick 360 skills. Β· Gore, sensitive topics, birthing and mating are to be censored properly or not mentioned at all. Once your characters become mates, they will be given the option of kits after one week. This requires no steamy scenes, sorry. Β· This is a laid-back roleplay, we all have lives so try and allow for at least two people to reply to the thread before posting again. If you do not respond to the roleplay thread within two weeks your characters will be presumed dead, unless you post in OOC that you will be missing. Β· More rules will be added if needed. Other Season: Mid leaf-fall, there's a chill in the air and trees have begun to shed their leaves in preparation for snow. Territories: Both clans live on a tiny, secluded island in Norway. The human population is sparse and most of the island, though small, is uninhabited. The clan's gathering place is located in the forest between both camps, it is atop a great cliff overseeing the lake in GreenwoodClan's territory. It is known as Overlook. CoveClan: Their territory consists of a small twoleg town bordering the sea, including their docks and beaches. They have a bit of territory spanning into the forest as well. Camp: CoveClan's camp is a secluded beach near the twolegplace. It is sheltered on two sides by rocky slopes, and bordered at the back by forest. Den(s): All of CoveClan's dens are housed in an abandoned ship. The top is home to the Leader's den, second level to the Warrior, Apprentice and Medicine Cat's dens and the third level makes up the Nursery. Mooncave: Located just above CoveClan's camp, tucked away under a small waterfall is the place where Leaders and Medicine cats of CoveClan come to share tongues with StarClan. GreenwoodClan: Their territory spans most of the forest, including a large lake and smaller stream that leads into CoveClan territory. Camp: GreenwoodClan's camp is located in a sinkhole in the forest, near it is a large lake and the only way in or out is a narrow pathway.. or a long fall. Den(s): All dens are located near the mouth of the sinkhole, aside from the nursery and Medicine Den which are located down a passageway to the right of the other dens. Moonsteppe: A clearing in the forest, a place where Leaders and Medicine cats of GreenwoodClan come to share tongues with StarClan. Ranks Italicized ranks are open, bold ranks are closed. CoveClan Leader: Minnowstar Deputy: Shadestorm Medicine Cat: Snowstep Warriors: Kestreleye, Moonflight, Hawkshade, Apprentices: Eightball, Honeypaw, Queens: Swiftpebble, Kits: Turtlekit, Sunkit, Elders: Willowstream, GreenwoodClan Leader: Swanstar Deputy: Fallenleaf Medicine Cat: Mossypool Warriors: Dapplefeather, Amberwillow, Apprentices: Halfpaw, Queens: Thistleflower, Kits: Elders: Lilypelt, ------- Loners/Kittypets: Goldenbrook, Blue (Bluesmoke), Burn, Form This is only a template, feel free to add or move things to your liking. Delete everything in parentheses. Name: Gender: Breed(s): Age: Clan: Rank: Apprentice/Mentor: Sexuality: Mate: Family: (Relatives and kits.) Personality: Appearance: (Photo or Description.) History: Other: Image Sources: 1,2,3,4,5,6  0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 24/08/21 @ 18:20:40 by Sleep π± (#44085) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-22 20:11:22 |
 click the image for it's source βHate looks like everybody else until it smilesβ Name: Swanstar Swanflight Gender: She-cat. Breed(s): Domestic Shorthair. Age: 48 moons. 6/9 lives left. Clan: GreenwoodClan Rank: Leader Apprentice: N/a. Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic Mate: N/a, open through roleplay. Family: Minnowstar - Half-sister - Alive Skystar - Father - Deceased LilyPelt - Mother - Alive Personality: Swanstar is a tough character to cope with, keeping her opinions in the open but her emotional well-being walled off from others. She says what's on her mind, when it's on her mind and gives little thought about what effect it will have on others. Her bluntness is especially present when she's in a foul mood, which is more often than not. Despite her filter-less mouth her words are usually full of underlying meaning, though whether or not others can pick up on it isn't her problem. She makes a full time career out of tough-love and deals it out with heavy-handed iron claws. This can sometimes, well, almost always come off as overbearing or domineering but Swanstar doesn't typically mean it in that way. She truly cares for the members of her clan, though she has an odd way of showing it. As for her other emotions, she seems to be a bit detached from those as well. It's a rare sight to see this inscrutable feline shed a tear or become embarrassed. It isn't as if she doesn't feel the emotion, they just can't seem to make it to her face. She is a very opinionated and stubborn individual, arguing with her can be compared to fighting with a brick wall or playing a game of cat and mouse but with a tree rather than a mouse. Once her mind is made, it's typically made for the remainder of her life. This mindset applies to her foes as well. Once she's begun holding a grudge she will remain holding onto it, without falter, for as long as possible. Her verdicts on others are usually baseless and ill-advised, something as small as an average verbal dispute can result in her writing you off as an enemy. Appearance: Swanstar's appearance favors her mother more than her father, a fact that she detests to this day. Her coat is porcelain white, aside from the faintly visible peach-coloured stripes that are present on her tail and backs of her ears. Her skin is a soft coral pink, eyes a muddled variant of sky blue. She is an average height and weight for her gender and breed. She matches that with a standard range of fighting prowess and hunting skills, though what she lacks in skill she makes up for in sheer relentlessness. Her coat is seemingly untarnished by scars or damage, despite her many brushes with death and mistreatment. She walks with a subtle limp in her step, a result from the back injury she sustained soon after becoming leader of GreenwoodClan. History: Born into the GreenwoodClan to proud parents, Skystar and his 'beloved' mate, Lilypelt. Swankit was welcomed with open paws and loving swoons, though that wouldn't last for long. She can still recall the day when she noticed something awry with her parents during her kit-hood. That day they had spent with the neighbouring clan, CoveClan. Just like any gathering, it was peaceful and fun. She even got to catch the glimpse of another kit, one her father seemed particularly interested in, one that would unintentionally cause Swanstar's unyielding torment. Swanstar never understood the sour looks she and her father received from her mother until she was much older, nor did she understand her mother's intentions as she began slyly mongering hatred in such a young kit's mind. The detest her mother had for CoveClan was subtle at first, though it grew into something irrepressible as time passed, and she was determined to make Swanstar just as miserable as she was. By the time Swanstar had surpassed twelve moons, her father was spending more time away and her mother had become her own personal antagonist. Lilypelt made sure to demean her daughter at every possible opportunity and then plant it into her mind that it was somehow her fault for the abuse. It was no later than 13 months when Swanstar became aware of the fact that her father had estranged her mother, though no matter how much thought she put into it she couldn't seem to hate him more than the she-cat who had made her life a living hell. She detested them both and she detested the neighbouring clan just as much, this angst-filled point in her life was filled with dangerous run-ins and a great deal of acting out against her superiors. Due to her wild faze, Swanstar almost missed the chance of becoming a warrior. Though she just made it by the skin of teeth, finally adorning the name, 'Swanflight'. The moons she spent as a warrior were quite anticlimactic as she finally rid herself of her mother's plight and busied her worried mind with mundane tasks, eventually working her way up to the deputy position. It wasn't until the untimely demise of her father that her hatred for CoveClan came roaring back into existence, though this time she could do something about it. Once made the new leader, her anger towards CoveClan was made quite clear as she crushed all friendly ties their clans shared together under her paws. She blamed it on their disgusting dependency on twolegs, though the anger was rooted deeper under the surface. Soon after becoming clan leader Swanstar managed to quickly deplete her 9 lives down to 6. A close run-in with a twoleg's monster on a thunderpath took the first two, which was swiftly followed up by her third life being lost to a cave-in in GreenwoodClan's camp. Being crushed by both a thunderous beast and falling rubble was interpreted as a sign from StarClan by some of her clan members, though she finds the proposition preposterous. Themesong: Besomorph - Monster Youβ don't scare me, but you shouldβ fear me The sun is siding, don't trust your hearing You made a monster, I'm your impostor Go ahead and wonder, but don't trust the waters Koda - White Dove I've got a home to break Somebody showed you all of the horror You weren't born with it ----------------------------------------  click the image for it's source βTrue love doesn't exist, for, love is always true. If it is not true, then it is not love at all.β Name: Lilypelt Gender: She-cat. Breed(s): Domestic Shorthair. Age: 96 moons. Clan: GreenwoodClan Rank: Elder Apprentice: - Sexuality: Heterosexual, Heteroromantic Mate: Deceased Closed Family: Swanstar - Daughter - Alive Personality: Old age has made her mind cloudy and feeble though she was once a feline to be loved and respected, then feared and hated. Now she has trouble remembering what it was she ate for breakfast when the sun slid into the sky, or even remembering when the sun had made an appearance. What day is it again? Some cats never seem to change and in this case, she still wields a lot of her worst traits. Stubborn, argumentative and sometimes demeaning at times she is a force to be reckoned with when she's angry, but give her some time and she'll forget why she was angry in the first place. From time to time she can show a kinder side, usually to younger kits of the clan. It's hard to tell if that's only a facade or if she's genuinely sweet and the anger has a deeper source, though it's a sad truth either way. Occasionally she will forget where she is or who her clan mates are, or she will have delusions to when she was younger and Swanstar was just a kit. Either way, she's pretty harmless during these spells and the worst thing that can happen is another cat getting mistaken for her daughter or deceased mate. Appearance: Lilypelt is quite a petite figure in stature, not in weight. She has gained a few pounds as she has aged, though she carries it well. Her coat, once beautiful and untarnished, is now riddled with scars. Her ears, so badly damaged that they have lost their correct shape. Her eyes are the same soft blue as her daughters, though one has an unmistakable cloudy hue due to blindness. Her gate is usually that of a skittish, wounded animal and she often times skirts about camp in a feral fashion unless she's lazing about somewhere in the sunshine. Her spine hunches over due to her age and her coat has begun to thin and tarnish in some areas, taking on a dingy appearance and off-white hue. History: She met Skystar when they were both only kits, born into the same clan near the same time. It was an instant connection and the two grew up together with a seemingly inseparable bond. It was no surprise that they settled down and became mates, nor was it surprising that Lilypelt became pregnant rather quickly and gave birth to a single kit whose snow-white pelt reminded Lilypelt of the beautiful plumage swans adorned. The love and happiness she felt with her newborn and loving mate felt like a dream, and it was. She quickly came to realize that love was nothing more than a facade, so easily made up and broken down. She doesn't quite recall when it was she noticed her mate's unfaithfulness and she doesn't particularly want to recall. Maybe she noticed it in the way his eyes lingered on the CoveClan's leader, or the purr in his voice when he spoke to her.. or the loving gaze he gave her kit when she so proudly brought her to their clan meetings. Spite. She felt it in her heart and soul and wondered what she had done wrong to be treated like this. Her hate soon turned to words she spat at her only daughter, whom she adored. She knew it was wrong, though the anger spewed out of her like a festering wound and she couldn't contain it. More and more, up until her daughter had enough and sunk her claws into her own mother's face. Enough was enough, it was the wake-up call Lilypelt needed. She and her daughter's relationship was torn beyond repair and Lilypelt blamed her mangled features on a passing fox to keep her daughter out of trouble, she had troubled her enough. When her mate passed she felt little to nothing, she didn't sit beside her lonesome daughter at his vigil nor did she cry when his body was put into the ground. It was expected, of course. Many cats in the clan knew of his fickle ways and those who didn't had their suspicions. It's been many years since she's even looked her daughter in the eye and with her oncoming age it doesn't seem she will ever spur the courage to speak to her again. Only time will tell if their bond can ever be remotely mended. Themesong: Wild Child - Expectations It's your fault for all I do As if you don't suffer too ----------------------------------------  click the image for it's source "Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the laws, respect everyone; but if a cat puts their claws on you, send them to Starclan." Name: Swiftpebble Gender: She-cat. Breed(s): Domestic Shorthair. Age: 42 moons. Clan: CoveClan Rank: Queen Apprentice: Sexuality: Pansexual, Demiromantic Mate: N/a, open through roleplay. Family: - Brother - Alive - Open for adoption, contact me in OOC. Robinleap - Sister - Deceased Turtlekit - Kit - Alive Sunkit - Kit - Alive Personality: Swiftpebble is an easy cat to get along with and a dependable friend when you need her to be. Her small stature and sweet temperament can sometimes spur cats to attempt to push her around, though that doesn't typically end well. She is loving, accepting and knows how to take a joke but her temper is known to flare if she's pushed too far. She's quick to use her teeth and claws before properly assessing the situation. The best option for those who have angered her is to get out of dodge while they still have the chance. Despite her cheerful outward appearance Swiftpebble is a quite lonesome cat at heart and she yearns for companionship, be it friends, a mate or family members. Past heartbreak and abandonment has waned her trust in love though and she finds it hard to open up when it comes to romance. She isn't past occasionally flirting but anything more is met with a cold shoulder. Appearance: A small and normally slim figure, her stomach is slightly distended from having kits no more than a moon ago. Swiftpebble's eyes are a deep, oceanic blue. Her coat is a calico mixture of chocolaty browns and mottled white, black mixing in the array of colours on her face and ears. Her tail is quite stumpy and rather fluffy, giving her a rabbit-like appearance. She is spry, quick on her feet, and can outrun your average feline in short bursts. She is a hunting aficionado though she falls flat in the 'warrior' aspect of being a warrior. She isn't the greatest at sparring but she'll try her best with everything she has, especially if you've angered her in some way. Her small size means that she can't take too many blows, but they do have to catch her first. History: Swiftpebble wasn't always a warrior. She was a wandering loner in her youth, smuggled onto the island accidentally in a twoleg's water monster. She had never encountered clans before and their ways intrigued her, so much so that she set out to join one soon after learning of their existence. The moons she's spent as a warrior in CoveClan have been joyful for her, though a tinge of heartbreak muddles the happiness of her memories. She fell in love with a tom in the clan, one who seemingly fell in love with her as well. They spent many moons together before finally settling down and becoming mates, though it wasn't meant to last. He had a wandering eye and wandering paws, as soon as he saw an opportunity he was gone to be with another she-cat loner. This left Swiftpebble alone, soon after his departure she was made aware of the fact she was carrying his kits. Some might find the notion harrowing but she was thrilled, the thought of her always having someone around to care for makes the lonesome she-cat rather happy. With the arrival of her kits she has a new outlook on life, having someone to look after and fight for. Other: Themesong: K Flay - Only The Dark Remember when the lights dim down, It's only the dark The end is just a start Alec Benjamin - If We Have Each Other When the world's not perfect When the world's not kind If we have each other then we'll both be fine I will be your mother, and I'll hold your hand ----------------------------------------  click the image for it's source "Speak your truth, even if your voice shakes." Name: Kestreleye Gender: Tom. Breed(s): Domestic Shorthair. Age: 36 moons. Clan: CoveClan Rank: Warrior. Apprentice: Honeypaw. Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic Mate: N/a, open through roleplay. Family: Benny - Father - Deceased Cinnamon - Mother - Alive - Brother - Alive - Open to adopt, contact me in OOC. Personality: Kestreleye is a dutiful warrior and easy cat to get along with. He is a seemingly confident social butterfly, despite having his own self doubt tormenting him from within. He enjoys sharing tongues with other cats in the clan when he gets the off chance, though you will normally find him going about his duties or training during most hours of the day. His abilities as a warrior are quite good but he can always find a fault with which to drive himself mad over. Kestreleye is a perfectionist when it comes to his own actions but he reveres other cats, holding them on a higher pedestal than some of them deserve. His sense of worthlessness often comes out in his humor, where he will make self-demeaning jokes in an attempt to make others feel better. He takes critiques quite seriously and even the smallest hint of disapproval in another cat's voice can send his confidence careening over a cliff, even if he often hides it well. The anxiety he feels inside is usually manageable, though he does have his moments of self anguish in which he will physically leave in order to keep up appearances. Kestreleye is a dependable cat to come to in a pinch, he enjoys helping others and finds great satisfaction out of completing a task he was assigned with. He has quite a soft heart and can sometimes be swayed by a cute face into doing things he wouldn't normally do. Do not mistake him for an idiot though. He has a firm sense of justice and often battles with himself on whether or not to do the right thing, or what he has been told to do. When he's stretched far enough he will voice his opinion despite his little faith in it, but only when he feels as though his values are being pushed to the limit. Appearance: Kestreleye is a sightly cat, tall and sleek. His coat is stark black, like the night sky in the twolegplace. It is broken only by a necklace of white fur and his piercing, cedar eyes. His fur is mostly free of blemishes aside from a thin scar spanning from the top of his right hip down to his knee. He is quite skilled in combat as well as hunting though he often underestimates his abilities so they are never fully shown. He has quite a few quirks, his worst being his habit of grooming himself when he's nervous. Kestreleye's gate is normally swift and determined, his legs are long and so his large strides can get him to his destination rather quickly. History: Born to a kittypet mother and loner father, he grew up rather pampered with his single brother in their twoleg den. His mother was very pompous and overbearing at times, she had her own idea as to how Kestreleye would live his life and he was quick to agree with everything she said. Deep in his mind he had other plans, though. On a frosty morning during leaf-fall Kestreleye was met with an open door, leading to the outside. Curiosity got the better of him and he found himself wondering away from his home, the farther he ran the more free he felt. He decided he could get used to this feeling of freedom and so he never returned to the twoleg place, it's comforts and his loving family. Themesong: Noah Kahan - Catastrophize And may we remember the past but not hang on to our old ways Let's pity laugh at the jokes we tell in bad taste All my friends think I'm funny in a sad way But they know not how they speak 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 28/09/19 @ 19:21:25 by Sleep α΄Ήα΅α΅α΅ Λ’αΆ¦α΅α΅ (#44085) |
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Argus [G2 July Bomb] (#66829)
Lone Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-22 20:17:11 |
0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 25/09/19 @ 17:59:50 by Argus [Clean Mandarin] (#66829) |
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FrootCake (#176680)
Bone Collector View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-22 21:55:46 |
Eightball 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 25/09/19 @ 18:34:38 by A Whisper in the Wind (#176680) |
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Jay (#182776)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-22 23:51:18 |
 Source "Worrying about a warrior's life on the battlefield is only an insult." Name: Fallenleaf Gender: Male Breed(s): Domestic long hair tabby Age: 54 moons (4.5 years) Clan: GreenwoodClan Rank: Deputy Apprentice: Sexuality: Demiromantic; Demisexual Mate: None, open to be developed in rp Family: Dapplefeather - brother; alive Personality: Straight-laced and no-nonsense. Fallenleaf is one of the most uptight cats in the clan, rigorously devoted to clan laws and procedures. Apprentices fear him being their mentor as he's well known to be incredibly strict and demanding. Ultimately, Fallenleaf deeply wishes to see his clan succeed and enforces his boundaries in order to establish what he believes to be the most powerful and prepared clanmates. Other than his rough edges, the male is incredibly awkward and easy to irritate. He is unfortunately lacking in social skills and utterly oblivious to what his clanmates may be feeling. The male is secretly infatuated with kittens and a softie at his core, a majority of his tough exterior simply a facade to mask how truly deeply he cares. He takes all criticisms to heart and is constantly working to improve himself and his ability to serve his clan, often spending most nights training or hunting instead of sleeping. Even though he functions on asshole mode at all times, he is a truly gifted warrior with incredible strength and a quick thinking, strategic mind. Appearance: Fallenleaf is an awkwardly large cat, weighing in at roughly 20 pounds. He is a solid male with a handsome square face. His eyes are a soft green color, appearing almost blue in some lights. He has long, soft fur he finds incredibly annoying and obnoxious. He is a light orange base with darker reddish stripes flecked across his entire broad body. He is a strong male with broad shoulders and a powerful chest, carried on long legs with awkwardly large, webbed paws. His tail is a long, thick cloud of an orange blend that plumes behind him, almost appearing foxish. History: Fallenleaf was born and raised in GreenwoodClan, raised on the bond between them and CoveClan. He spent his young years playful and dreaded being a warrior, preferring to goof around with his brother. It was only when his beloved brother suffered a terrible accident that the kit learned the true meaning of being a warrior. Dapplefeather was saved from the jaws of death narrowly by an older, powerful warrior while Fallenleaf could only watch, unable to help. The incident, though not his fault, haunted the orange tabby, leading him to begin devoting all his free time to intensive training. Though his brother lives to this day, Fallenleaf has never forgiven himself for being unable to aid his brother and it ultimately lead him down the path of clan deputy, his faithful devotion to power sometimes blinding him from the consequences. He sees no wrong in his beloved leader's claims of destroying CoveClan, believing her words that they must protect their loved ones. ______________________________________________  Source "We'll all float on, good news is on the way." Name: Dapplefeather Gender: Male Breed(s): Domestic long hair tabby Age: 54 moons (4.5 years) Clan: GreenwoodClan Rank: Warrior Sexuality: Bisexual; Biromantic Mate: None, open to be developed in rp Family: Fallenleaf - Brother; alive Personality: Flirtatious and even-tempered, Dapplefeather is the polar opposite of his hardened sibling. He loves being playful and friendly, his handsome looks earning him quite the reputation. The tabby spends a lot of his time helping apprentices train and playing with kits, his devotion to younger clan members something he prides himself on. Dapplefeather is a hard worker when he needs to be, but he usually struggles with seeing the 'need' part. He likes to tease and poke fun at his brother, usually the first to crack jokes and ease clan tension. Dapplefeather is a good natured male, finding his clan's harsh attitude towards CoveClan absurd and unnecessary, though he often tries to stay out of the drama. Appearance: A handsome, long haired gray tabby. Dapplefeather has a similar body type to his sibling, broad and big, but he carries himself much looser and with a smooth, confident gait. His fur is a light cool gray, split with dark steele stripes across his large frame. He weighs about 20 pounds, carrying it all in the form of a muscled, built physique. His head is a bit more soft than his brother's, his features less defined and blocky. He has gorgeous pale green eyes, lined heavily with inky markings around his face. History: Dapplefeather remembers little of his kittenhood regardless of what his brother insists was a life-altering event occurring when they were young. He felt their journey into adulthood was a relatively normal one, besides the drastic changes in leadership. Dapplefeather prefers not to linger on the past, instead looking towards the future. _____________________________________________________ 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 23/09/19 @ 09:48:12 by Jay (#182776) |
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FrootCake (#176680)
Bone Collector View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-23 07:44:06 |
GoldenBrook 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 25/09/19 @ 18:34:46 by A Whisper in the Wind (#176680) |
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Jay (#182776)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-23 12:19:42 |
 Source "What's the point of having a big prey pile if you don't share?" Name: Honeypaw Gender: Female Breed(s): Domestic short hair Age: 8 moons Clan: CoveClan Rank: Apprentice Mentor: Kestreleye Sexuality: Unsure yet Mate: None, too young. Family: Unknown - mother (PM me if you'd like to create some mommy issues for Honeypaw) Personality: Playful and outgoing, Honeypaw is your usual kitten. She's curious about new things and always begging to go out exploring. She takes her training seriously and loves to learn, usually pestering her mentor or other warriors to teach her their best moves. Honeypaw spends a lot of time in the water, her fur often damp and slicked to her little body. She is still immature and doesn't take criticism well, often trying her absolute hardest to prove herself and pretend she isn't a kit anymore. She struggles with her self-esteem and thrives on praise, nervous that she might be held back as a paw for too long, though she has no reason to be. She's a great listener and a very sweet girl, often bringing her elder warriors treats and gifts like flowers or minnows. She's a romantic, easily influenced by a compliment or two and quick to look for approval in the wrong places. She doesn't know how the world works yet. Appearance: Honeypaw is still a young she-cat, though her graceful features indicate she will be lovely as she ages. She has a slim, long body with long legs, her pelt short and showing her form easily. She has a white base with black and orange markings on her face and body, a typical calico. Her eyes are wide and a lovely yellow-green color, shining almost like waters she loves playing in. Her nose is pink and small, her pawpads marbled pink and black. History: Honeypaw was born to a stray queen, fending for survival on her own. Honeypaw grew sickly very fast as a newborn, becoming anemic from fleas and ticks. Her mother, in a desperate act to keep her alive, left her small kit at the entrance of the CoveClan camp one early dawn before the warriors awoke. Her cries alerted the members to her presence, but the track of her mother was long faded and hard to follow. Other: __________________________________________________  Source "At any second now I think it all might fall apart." Name: Moonflight Gender: Female Breed(s): Domestic short hair Age: 40 moons (3.3 years) Clan: CoveClan Rank: Warrior Apprentice: Eightball Sexuality: Bisexual; Biromantic Mate: None, open to develop in rp Family: Deceased Personality: Moonflight is a reserved female, preferring to keep to herself. She is quiet, often speaking too softly for her clanmates to hear. The she-cat has an even-tempered personality and a soft, gentle charm about her. Moonflight cares deeply for her clanmates and tries often to prove herself. She is a naturally gifted hunter, able to provide freshkill when most can't. Her reflexes are sharp and deadly and she is able to travel nearly silently, appearing almost like a shadow in her surroundings. She has a lot of inner demons, struggling hard to be confident in herself and often critiquing herself harsher than anyone could. She spends too much time over-thinking and comes across quite awkward, leaving her with little to no close friends. She's usually alone when her clan shares tongues, a feeling that twists her heart into knots. Taking on an apprentice, however, has been a big turning point for her, and every day she tries her absolute hardest to teach Eightball all her best skills. Moonflight is absolutely determined to be at her best for her apprentice. Appearance: Moonflight is a broad shouldered, medium she-cat with short black and white fur. She has clawed ears and various scars sprinkling her form from her life as loner. Her eyes are a glowing yellow-orange, crackling like fire when the light hits her right. History: The tuxedo she-cat was born on a two-leg farm with other working cats. She grew up and learned the secrets of proper stalking and hunting while also getting herself injured often. She was an extremely clumsy and unlucky kitten, so much so that the other cats taunted her for it. Moonflight grew sick of her negative surroundings and one night she walked further away than she'd ever been, and she didn't stop. The female found the clan cats relatively quickly and before long found a home in CoveClan, feeling much more positive, especially with their close friends GreenwoodClan. The new leader separating the clans caused tumultuous chaos and left Moonflight feeling unsure, hoping against all hope that she won't have to leave this home as well. Theme song: Dread in my Heart - Mother Mother 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 25/09/19 @ 14:15:47 by Jay (#182776) |
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Odin [dirty MR queen](0/13 GB) (#185986) Untitled View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-23 13:11:57 |
Name Thistleflower Gender female Breed(s) 1/4 ragdoll, 1/4 british shorthair and 1/2 bengal Age 24 moons Clan GreenwoodClan Rank queen Apprentice/Mentor none/Shortwhisker Sexuality straight Mate Daffodil (formally) Family Fernpetal (deceased) Brairclaw (deceased) Unborn kits (PM to claim) Personality Curious - Thistleflower will often dissappear for long periods of time, with no warning or hint as to where she's going. When she does come back she'll tell everyone what she learned on her atventure, but she won't tell where she went. Thankfully these periods have become shorter and rarer since she became a queen. Level-headed - Dispite what it may seem from her love for new things Thistleflower Always keeps it cool, rarely showing when she's stressed or upset. Naive - Thistleflower is still young and somewhat foolish, not yet realizing the dangers of anything. Thinks she can make friends with anyone if she tries hard enough. Appearance Dusty-brown, long furred with broad shoulders and a thick, compact body and green eyes History Born into GreenwoodClan, Thistlekit was named for her tail looking like it was made from thistles thanks to her fur standing up. Her kithood was pretty normal, just bothering warriors and getting dragged back to the nursery by her father. She was mentored by Shortwhisker, a rogue turned senior warrior, he had thousands of tales to tell, and Thistlepaw loved listening to all of them. That's where her love for traveling came from. Shortwhisker only encouraged her outings, sometimes even joining in himself. One day, a moon before her warrior ceremony Shortwhisker introduced her to his sister and nephew, Flower and Daffodil. She kept returning to the mother and son duo, having decided they were her best friends. A day before she became a warrior she went to tell the two the good news, only to find them being attacked by a rogue. She managed to fight the cat off, but Flower lost her life in the process, Thistlepaw sat vigil with Daffodil and Shortwhisker. On her warrior ceremony she requested to be named after Flower, earning her the name Thistleflower. She often visited Daffodil, and soon the two decided to become mates. When she discovered she was expecting she was overjoyed, as was Daffodil, but the two got into a disagreement on where the kits would grow up. They ended up breaking it off after Daffodil revealed that he had fallen for a kittypet. Other Somehow has made a mouse friend that hides behind her ears when it senses danger ~~~~~~~~~~ Name Turtlekit Gender male Domestic Shorthair Age ??? (either unborn or 1 moon old) Clan CoveClan Rank kit Apprentice/Mentor none/none Sexuality ??? (too young) Mate Way too young Family Swiftpebble (Mother) Unknown (father) Sunkit (Sister) Personality A excited soul who will get excited over every little thing, even if it's as small as a tiny bug he'll get excited about it. He'll never really stray too far from another clanmate. He's also very affectionate, sometimes even going as far as refusing to move until he gets cuddles. (More will be added as he ages) Appearance thin, sleek ginger-and-white patched fur. roundish, comically big ears (don't worry, he'll grow into them). small body. big amber eyes. History TBA ~~~~~~~~~~ Name Grouchfoot Gender female Breed(s) Siamese Age 116 moons Clan CoveClan Rank elder Apprentice/Mentor pebblewave, Foxtail/Ambersong Sexuality straight Mate Yelloweye (deceased) Family Feather (mother) Lightning (father) 6 unknown kittypets (siblings) 1 unnamed kit (son, deceased) 3 unnamed kits (daugters, deceased) Doveflight (daugter, deceased) Wavepaw (son, deceased) Personality Grouchfoot is just as her name implies, a grouch. She is harsh on apprentices and young warriors, Always believing they can do better. She believes this will encourage them and push them to do better. She will fiercly defend her heritage if needed. And don't even think about hurting Bumblekit, she will chase you to the ends of the earth if you do, if your from CoveClan you'll get a whole lecture and maybe a few scars, if you aren't from CoveClan⦠you'll get a heavy beatdown. Appearance tall, lanky and thin frame. Soft, long cream fur with brown colourpoints. Slightly narrowed blue eyes. History Born as a kittypet in a litter of 3, she had all the time to play with her siblings and mother without worrying about stuff. At two moons old someone took her away from her family into a new, loving home. Her new owner loved fishing, and often took her with him, even going as far as to name her Tuna. At six moons old her owner took her on another fishing trip just like many before it, of course Tuna was excited, she loved fishing just as much as her owner did. Once he caught the biggest fish Tuna had ever seen she got a bit too excited and jumped at the fish, hooking her claws onto it. This made the line too heavy and caused it too snap, sending Tuna and the fish into the see. When she woke up she was in the CoveClan medicine cat den, having drifted ashore after the accident. After the medicine cat confirmed that she was healthy, and after realizing she had no way hone Tuna asked to join the clans, being renamed Crouchpaw. Crouchpaw was disliked by most apprentices and warriors, after all, she was a pure kittypet, plain and simple. But whenever one of the apprentices were being nasty to her Yellowpaw, one of the more respected apprentices, would step in and tell them off. Leading to Crouchpaw and Yellowpaw developing a close friendship. Shortly after being named warriors Yelloweye and Crouchfoot became mates, and after some more moons Crouchfoot fell pregnant with Yelloweye's kits. However, the timing couldn't have been more wrong, leafbare was harsh, food scarce. When the kits were born they were sickly, having caught whitecough from Crouchfoot, they didn't even last three days. Both parents were broken. It took years for Crouchfoot and Yelloweye to try for kits again. This time they had two healthy kits, Crouchfoot was delighted, even if Yelloweye wasn't really happy about his new son and daughter. Crouchfoot spoiled her kits every chance she got, while Yelloweye was more strict on them. But the kits were spoiled way more then they were disiplined. This led to the loss of her son as he decided to sneak out and take on a rogue all on his own. Both Yelloweye and her were heavily affected once again. Crouchfoot stopped spoiling Dovepaw, instead acting like a strict mentor to her instead of a mother. While she hated seeing Dovepaw upset everytime she scolded her, Crouchfoot believed it would make her daughter a better warrior. During Grouchfoot's elder ceremony Doveflight revealed she was expecting kits of a kittypet. Most cats were angered with her, but Grouchfoot defended her daugter. During the birth of her grandson Grouchfoot was very afraid, both Yelloweye and Doveflight had fallen ill with greencough. Doveflight died during the birth and Yelloweye died shortly after. Grouchfoot sat vigil for them, and when morning came she wouldn't let anyone touch her daughter or mate's body. Thankfully the medicine cat managed to talk her down and lead the grieving elder to the nursery, where they introduced her to her grandson. Ever since then Crouchfoot has made it her mission to do what she couldn't do for her own kits, be a good mother and find the right balance between praise and scolding. Other Used to be called Crouchfoot, but got the nickname Grouchfoot from young apprentices. She wore the nickname with pride and requested it to be her official name during her elder ceremony. ~~~~~~~~~~ Name Bumblekit Gender male Breed(s) 1/4 European Shorthair, 1/4 Siamese, 2/4 Turkish angora Age 5 moons Clan CoveClan Rank kit Apprentice/Mentor none/none Sexuality bi Mate none Family Doveflight (mother, deceased) Bee (Father, PM to claim) Grouchfoot (adoptive mother, biological grandmother) Personality Bumblekit is very prim and proper thanks to his grandmother's past mistakes. He Always asks bevore taking something, Always listens to adults, calls those older then him ma'am or sir. Rarely plays for fun, only for training. And Always tries to be polite. But all that does have a side effect, he's very akward to those the same age or younger then him, he can't talk to the same or younger ages because he'll have a small freakout and run to his grandma. Appearance Tall, broad-shouldered and slightly chubby body. Soft, short cream fur with a fluffy tail. Light green eyes. History He was born without a mother, the she-cat having passed shortly after his birth. He is being raised by his grandma. Other Bumblekit is named after his father, Bee. Had Doveflight survived she would have given Bumblekit to his father. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 28/09/19 @ 03:42:08 by Odin (#185986) |
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Sleep π± (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-23 22:42:16 |
 click the image for it's source βThere is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.β Name: Snowstep Gender: Tom. Breed(s): 50% Korat, 50% Domestic Shorthair. Age: 55 moons. Clan: CoveClan Rank: Medicine Cat. Apprentice: N/a. Sexuality: Bisexual, Polyamorous Mate: Forbidden, preposterous, tempting.. Family: Silverfur - Mother - Unknown Whereabouts Mottleclaw - Father - Deceased - Brother - Alive - Sister - Alive Personality: Calm and intelligent at face value, Snowstep is used to throwing up the facade of the average dutiful Medicine Cat. Beneath the surface is a different cat entirely, one who is full of wander and wants to push boundaries that have been set upon him. Don't get him wrong, he loves his position in the clan and fully respects Starclan, though his heart betrays him into wanting something more. Skillful in what he does, he takes the healing part of being a Medicine Cat quite seriously. His love for herb collecting can sometimes cause him to stray about for hours in an attempt to find that one specific plant he was looking for. He is diligent in keeping track of all the emotional and physical feelings of his clan mates and can, quite robotically store them away in his mind for safe keeping. His love for Coveclan, Starclan and his respect for their words and guidance can't be put into words nor feelings, he finds the ability of speaking to the ancestors fascinating in a sense. Dutiful as his nature is, he can't seem to keep the daydreams from wondering into his head from time to time. Though he wants to follow Starclan's laws, he has slipped up in the past and will most likely do it again. Snowstep is no rebel, but he finds his impulses hard to control at times and the alluring call of temptation will more often than not reel him in. Appearance: Snowstep is a blocky, stone-coloured tom. His coat is a mesh of grey and white, faint tabby stripes visible only on his tail. His most distinctive features, aside from his wide owl-like eyes, are the crescent shapes on his face and his four white paws. He is short in stature and not very intimidating to look at. Despite being short and stocky, Snowstep is very fast on his feet and is known for his speed-walking about camp. He has quite a bit of stamina backing up his blinding steps, though he is lacking in the muscle department. He isn't the best at tussling or defending himself, not that he's interested in that sort of thing anyway. History: TBA Themesong: Son Lux - Change Is Everything This moment changes everything The course of blood within your veins 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 24/09/19 @ 15:31:49 by Sleep (Mutt Side) (#44085) |
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Argus [G2 July Bomb] (#66829)
Lone Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-24 14:47:27 |
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0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 25/09/19 @ 18:39:32 by Argus [Clean Mandarin] (#66829) |
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Detective Fandoms (#157709)
Aztec Knight View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-26 01:19:54 |
[Moderator Edit] Name: Amberwillow Gender: Female Breed: half Norwegian Forest Cats, half Unknown Age: 31 moons Clan:GreenwoodClan Rank: Warrior Apprentice/Mentor: None - pm to claim Sexuality: very gay Mate: N/A Crush: None - pm to claim Family: Lionbreath - Mother alive, open Unknown father β unknown location, closed ____kit β half brother alive, open ____kit β half sister alive, open Personality: Born to Lionbreath and an unknown tom, Amberwillow known nothing of the cat who sired her. And really? She doesn't care β sure she did when she was an apprentice but she's grown. Now she's all about serving her clan to the best of her abilities and protecting her relatively newborn siblings. To any and all kits, her family and good friends she's kind-hearted and loving. She tends to put those she loves before herself, always thinking about them first. She strives to be the best role model for the kits. But to those in Cloveclan she doesn't know or dislikes? To them, she's cold and bitter, always with her guard up and insults to spit in their faces. Although she doesn't disclose this information with anyone but her mother, she's glad to be so near the start of a war. Finally, she can prove herself to her clanmates and they can ignore her half-blood heritage. Oh, and also get some nice-looking battle scars. History: Amberwillow was born to a mother and no father, up until she was mid-way through her apprenticeship it was something that always bothered her. Every day when she was a kit she would ask her mother for something about her father but Lionbreath was adamant on not telling her. She felt as if she was a burden to the clan due to her half-clan blood. It wasn't until her mentor pointed out that she put the most effort in and wasn't seen by all Greenwoodclan as a disgrace. Since then she hasn't given a second thought about her father or her blood unless someone else brings it up. Now she's a full-fledged warrior, her mother's found a nice mate whom she approves of and given birth to a litter of twins. As much as she might deny it to those kits; she'd die for them if needs be. Other: Mention her heritage in the slightest hint of a bad way and she will go off at you. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 09/11/19 @ 18:39:11 by a Moderator |
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x (#33849)
Prince of Terror View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-26 17:08:27 |
Name: Shadestorm Gender: Male Breed(s): Moggy Age: 36 moons / 3 years Clan: CoveClan Rank: Deputy Tryout Apprentice: Smallstrike ( NPC, Alive, Warrior ), Open to other apprentices if need be Former Mentor: Stormpelt ( NPC, Alive, Elder ) Sexuality: Bisexual tho prefers she-cats Mate: N/A; free to discuss if interested Family: Ashstripe ( Father, NPC, Alive ) - A gray spotted tabby with blue eyes. 12 years old Snowheart ( Mother, NPC, Alive ) - A pure white she-cat with green eyes. 11 years Fireclaw ( Sister, NPC, Alive ) - A ginger spotted tabby with green eyes. 3 years Emberface ( Sister, NPC, Alive ) - A blue and cream torbie with one eye blue the other green. 3 years Cindercloud ( Brother, NPC, Alive ) - A blue-spotted tabby with blue eyes. 3 years Personality: + Clear-headed > Believes in thinking logically about situations and problems leads Shadestorm to seem wiser than he is at times of stress or high tension. He is one to have well thought out answers or opinions when in a conversation though he does constantly pause or fall silent while in thought which can become frustrating to those that aren't patient. Never one to miss out on details, Shadestorm is an alert cat who prides himself on knowing the well-being of his clan-mates along with the happenings and such with his clan though this can come across as nosey with certain cats that take his looks and odd questioning the wrong way. If you need someone to look at things clearly and give you a well thought out answer/opinion Shadestorm is the cat to come to. - Cold-hearted > 'Stone-faced' or 'Like a stone' gives light to how little Shadestorm shows how he truly feels though this doesn't mean he is insensitive to others sufferings or loses. He can give well-meaning comfort to those grieving but it's not with words or kind gestures, his way of offering comfort is his silences and presences. Rarely does he show how he honestly feels when confronted about it though he does soften up just enough to those that have put in the effort and have stuck with him that he does have emotions like any other cat. In a whole, Shadestorm isn't affectionate and comes across as unkind. = Respectful > Holding StarClan, the Warrior Code, and the stories passed down from elders in high regard, Shadestorm will defend his way of life fiercely with words or claws if needed and doesn't take kindly to comments or insults that are meant to be disrespectful to those that deserve it. He can appear submissive when around his leader or obeying an order from those higher ranked than him though he won't blindly do as told if it breaks another part of the code. Though Shadestorm isn't the most friendly he willing spends time with the elders and queens of the clan ensuring they are well-taken care of and will go out of his way to hunt or clean bedding for them. He can be slightly overbearing to those that are less 'tied' to the code or those that see beyond what is told. + Conscientiousness > Seeming 'compulsive' Shadestorm strives for success in everything he does which can lead to him overworking himself if not forced to take a break. His compulsive behavior to do well and prove himself can cause an issue with others or even relationships he may make from his need to provide for his clan above everything else. Quite reliable with any task, Shadestorm is someone to go to if you need help but don't be surprised that along with his 'help' you find yourself dealing with his explanation so next time you'll not need his help. His need to do his best for his clan makes him fiercely loyal with a strong sense of right and wrong. - Judgemental > Shadestorm isn't ashamed to let a clan-mate ( or an enemy in passing ) know how much they've screwed up in their mistakes, no matter how small, which causes him to be quite sharp-tongued when pointing out the flaws of others. This doesn't mean he believes he's above others or willing to turn away from his own mistakes; quite the opposite in fact. Shadestorm appears to hold grudges of sorts against those that have failed tasks that he, in turn, was successful in due to him holding his clan-mates within the same level of 'can-do' attitude that he does himself. Whenever asked about his own mistakes he becomes distant and even more stony than before. Appearance: A blue mackerel tabby with short fur and blue eyes, small white dot on the bridge of his nose along with a patch of white on his chest. He has a lithe body type with long limbs. History: Shadekit and his siblings were born late Leaf-fall which caused concern over if they would make it through the upcoming Leafbare. Snowheart worried strongly about them as the weather grew colder and watched over them closely, especially when he and his siblings open their eyes and wished to explore everything within their sights. Fireclaw, kit at the time, was the ringleader of the litter and with his sister's bold, brash, nature it caused their group to be scolded for trouble making more than once. Around three moons, Shadekit found himself spending more time with himself in thought or staying out of his siblings ( Firekit's ) adventures despite Snowheart's gentle words of encouragement to have fun since he had plenty of time to grow into a serious warrior like Ashstripe. During this time Shadekit finally gave into Snowheart's encouragement and started to spend his days with the elders of the clan to hear what stories they had to share, be it about CoveClan, GreenwoodClan, or even their own lives. By his fifth moon, he could proudly state he knew almost every story by heart and was keen to tell his siblings details of those stories or even make up his own making him quite the story-teller which amused both his parents and the other members of the clan if they stopped by the nursery and overheard his tales. The remaining time Shadekit had left as a kit was spent reciting the history of the three clans, the warrior code, or the elder's stories to his parents in a manner that was to test his ability remember and his understanding of what he had been told. This 'know-it-all' attitude he gained made him boring and a tattle-tail in the eyes of his brother and sister's while in the eyes of several warriors made him mature for his age and a 'well-behaved kit' that his parents should be proud of. Both Ashstripe and Snowheart firmly taught their kits that no matter what you only have one family and even if they act like a stubborn burr in your side you can't go around hating your family just because they can get annoying and this treatment allowed Shadekit, Firekit, Cinderkit, and Emberkit to keep a strong connection when they moved onto becoming apprentices in early Newleaf when the snow finally started to melt and disappear to puddles. - Apprenticehood - Newly named Shadepaw was mentored under the sharp-sighted and wise-cracking Stormpelt who was a great Senior Warrior. He had been given to the aging grey tabby for his attention to detail which made him alert and ready to learn all that was given to him, no matter the challenge. It was also hoped that with Stormpelt's likable personality that Shadepaw would learn to open up more and ease up on himself since it had been noted of his concerning ways of pushing himself to be the best at whatever was told of him. The first three moons of his training went smoothly due to Stormpelt focusing more on the lore behind the clan along which strengthening up Shadepaw's muscles and climbing ability though during this time the blue mackerel tabby apprentice became quite skilled in stalking and sneaking. This was because when climbing you have to be sure where you place your paws, you may only get one chance to be sure of where you're putting your paws. Shadepaw spent his nights after training sessions laughing and joking with his siblings who had all grown into their personalities just like he had thanks to the encouragement of their mentors and training. He was still the more thoughtful one of their group which helped balance out Firepaw's short-tempered, Emberpaw's self-absorbed nature, and gave Cinderpaw's laid-back attitude towards everything more understanding. Their personalities shined brighter when all four of them were together. Advancing in his training sessions found Shadepaw closing himself off from those he wasn't close with and spending what time not with family or sleeping working himself to the bone for his clan. Though it was clear in Stormpelt's eyes every time he asked to keep going in battle training or in tasks given that his mentor worried about him exhausting himself to death the aging tom never slowed down and gave in to his need to learn, to excel, to prove himself. The closer it came to Shadepaw reaching adulthood and the end of his training, the more sharp-tongued he became with those around him from the stress and pressure he piled onto his shoulders. During this fur ruffling and temper rising time, his mentor started to trust him to solo hunt and due patrols while also climbing the highest points of the clan that was safe to do so. Shadepaw was able to prove himself as a true warrior and earned his warrior name with praises and flying colors. - Adulthood - Before his ceremony, he had requested to be named after Stormpelt with the reasoning that he wanted to honor his mentor which was allowed and during sun-high Shadestorm was named along with his siblings Fireclaw, Emberface, and Cindercloud. Their night under the stars for the vigil felt special to him since it showed he had succeeded in the approving eyes of his clan and as the night passed it gave way to him be fiercely loyal to doing everything in his power to keep his clan strong and well-off. His first day as a warrior was spent sleeping and resting though this didn't last long. Within his second year of life, Shadestorm had worked himself into sickness. Having caught white-cough from refusing to sleep and pushing his limits in the growing chiller weather of Leaf-fall, he was the first warrior to have caught this deadly cough so early on. It took twice as long for him to recover due to him constantly wanting to be on his paws when half the time he couldn't even stand much to the frustration of those that cared for him and the medicine cat who was trying to heal him. There was a scare of Shadestorm's white-cough turning to green-cough that almost took his life as Leaf-fall turned to Leafbare as he had refused to rest but after the scare of dying because he wouldn't listen and be still he survived the deadly cough, just barely, he was back on his paws. His family swarmed him the moment he was cleared and given a clean bill of health but the happiness of him being healthy worth off with both his mother and sisters tearing into him verbally for being so foolish and stubborn. His father and brother gave their comments to his behavior that caused Shadestorm to swallow the emotions that had been bubbling up in his throat and swear to his parents and siblings that he would be more careful about his health so not to put them through something like this again. It is a promise he has still kept to this day even if he exhausts himself daily he at least will take a day off to allow his body and mind to rest if the stress becomes too much. He was given Smallpaw during New-Leaf to train as to keep him from overworking himself since with such a young cat rest and taking things slow would be a given. Smallpaw was his dream apprentice. The little she-cat was determined and also quite the hard-working and they got along well. Time flew by in training and all too soon Shadestorm was cheering Smallstrikeβs warrior name. It was around this time as well that Minnowstar had a hold on the deputy position but soon Willowstar retired, after a few rumors of her doing so spread, and Minnowstar was in the leadership role. Shadestorm was offered the position and he agreed after giving it a solid moment of thought and so far he has settled well into being second in command. He doesnβt please everyone but he does his job well and keeps everyone in line when itβs needed while supporting Minnowstar during this threat of war with Swanstar looming over them. Other: Shadestorm is prone to staring off into space or at other cats if in deep in thought. Despite his age, he visits the Elders often for new stories or tales about the past or current events. During storms, he likes to sit out and listen. His parents and siblings are the only ones that get away with calling him β Little Shadowβ Shadestorm has very keen eyesight, almost like a hawk. If allowed he as some feathers that rest in his tail. dA of image Art Β©: me ( couldnβt get a cleaner ss sorry ;d; ) Design Β©: Ash-Doggie on dA Name: Halfpaw ( snarl ) Gender: Tom Breed(s): Moggy Age: 6 moons Clan: GreenwoodClan Rank: Apprentice Mentor: Iβm not picky Sexuality: Heterosexual Mate: N/A Family: Cinderface ( Father, NPC, Deceased ) - A solid gray tom with yellow eyes. Littlesong ( Mother, NPC, Alive, Elder ) - A tortoiseshell with white she-cat with amber eyes. Personality: Halfpaw is a cat that is prone to being a bully with his over-aggressive and attention-seeking nature, most adults always try to keep an eye on him when heβs around due to him always causing some kind of trouble. Heβs earned the title of trouble-maker from always getting into things and making it his mission to be nosy with other cats business even at his young age. Halfpaw as taken to challenging older cats into petty fights and scraps over nothing if they allow him to bait them in, most of these βfightsβ are him just trying to show off his strength. Reckless and hotheaded make problem-solving an issue as he likes to brute force things and if it doesnβt work its not his fault. Despite his clear behavioral issues, there is no doubt that he is quite loyal to his clan since itβs the only home heβs ever known and he is willing to die for it. Appearance: A heavy-set tortie-tabby tom with white, one blue and one amber eye. ( Right blue, Left amber ). He is still growing but at the moment he is short with stubby legs and still soft fur that will turn coarse and stiff. Oddly enough he doesnβt look as aggressive as he is with his cheek fluff and how his eyes are set. Halfpaw will grow to be a power-house of a tom with the correct training. History: He was the unwanted kit to the strained pair of Cinderface and Littlesong, his Father was a known player that had unluckily gotten his mother pregnant and had attempted to stay loyal for the family they were going to become but his mother was quick to turn away from these attempts. Upon him being born his father gave up on being in his life and his mother clung to him in a twisted manner but once he was able to walk and talk she lost interest in him along with caring for him. Halfpaw found himself having to care for himself at times when the other queens couldnβt and keeping himself busy which led to him meeting his father who tried to be there for him and give him the care he needed to grow. With his father trying to be in his life his mother got only worse in just straight ignoring him and no longer sleeping in the nursery with him. As he was weaned, Halfpaw had his mother's old nest to himself and was pretty much left alone. Soon enough Halfpaw was starting on his path of aggression and behavioral issues that was rooted in him trying to regain his motherβs attention but every attempt only got him hissed at by his mother or scolded by the older warriors for being in the way. His father was unable to curve his actions and just before he turned 5 moons old, Halfpaw was dealing with the death of Cindeface. The tom having died from infected and internal wounds that he got in defending the territory from a predator. More alone than ever before even with the queens trying to be there for him he pushed them away and continued to act out. It was hoped that when Halfpaw was named an apprentice he would straighten out and not be a threat to others but only time will tell. Other: His mother retired after his father died and as hidden away in the den, she is very quiet and refused to speak. dA link to image Art&Design(c): Ash-Doggie Character(c): mine 0 players like this post! Like? |
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WARREN [g1 ticked] (#88005)
Maneater View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-09-27 16:40:45 |
0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 05/10/19 @ 09:16:37 by Kekoa (#88005) |
Ember! (#182350)
Sapphic View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-10-05 14:12:17 |
((Probably a WIP)) Name: Burn Gender: Tom Breed(s): Mostly Russian Blue Age: ~40 Moons Clan: None Rank: Rogue Apprentice/Mentor: Whitepaw (deceased) Sexuality: Bi, slight pref for toms Mate: None Family: Darkstone (father, GreenwoodClan, Dark Forest) and Willow[wind] (mother, former CoveClan turned Rogue, StarClan) Personality: Burn has developed a great distrust of others. He is fierce and will do whatever it takes to protect those he considers friends (if not more), but his loyalty tends to take a while to earn. Even as a Clan cat he was sympathetic to Rogues, but thinks Kittypets are weak and useless in the wild. His greatest weakness is his past. He will lay down his life for any Kit, no matter where they are from. He believes every Kit deserves a chance, but once they reach Apprentice age he wants nothing to do with them. He is prone to speaking quite casually, no matter the circumstances. Appearance: Russian blue with large patches of burned fur where gray skin shows through, and blue eyes History: Burn was born a Rogue named Bitter, alone with his mother Willow. Poor Willow tried her best to keep Burn away from the Clans, but when Burn was around six moons old a fire trapped them both. Willow died at the GreenwoodClan border, trying to save Burn. Darkstone found his wounded Kit and dead former mate and took Burn back to GreenwoodClan, where he was raised as an apprentice under the name Bitterpaw. He eventually earned his Warrior name, Bitterscar. However dark dreams of his father drove him to flee his Clan. Out on his own his father rarely haunts him, but when he gets close to the Clans his dreams of the Dark Forest return. The only reason he stays close to the Clans is because of his mother, who sometimes visits him in his dreams, and his old loyalty to the Clan he feels rejected him. Other: N/A at the moment 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 10/10/19 @ 20:14:42 by Ember (#182350) |
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Flurry (#184361)
Nice Guy View Forum Posts Posted on 2019-10-09 11:46:36 |
Name:Forest'Heart Name Meaning: Thorn: A fierce fighter with claws like thorns, and a thorny attitude when she angry. Heart: She has a big heart, helping to care for every kit that comes along. Gender:Female Breed(s):Maine Coon Age:34 moons (2 years of age) Clan:CoveClan Rank:Warrior. Her dream is to be deputy or even leader one day. Apprentice:None Sexuality:Bisexual (leans towards she-cats) Mate:None (Pm me if interested! :3) Family: -Eagle'Feather (Mother, Deceased) - A fluffy dark brown maine coon with golden yellow eyes -Thrush'Tail (Father, Deceased) - A light brown maine coon tom with amber eyes -Falcon'Face (Brother, Alive/Missing) - A grey-black tom with icy blue eyes and a stubby tail -BushBerry (Half-Sister, Alive/Missing) - A pretty tortuoise shell she-cat with fierce amber eyes and a charming personality Personality:Thorn'Heart is very quiet, somewhat calm she-cat, who prefers quiet over noise. She's very protective over her friends (if any) and her half sister, Bush'Berry. Her past is.. kind of upsetting for her, and sometimes will have nightmares of it, which usually results in her waking up crying, but, she's very kind, and very patient and loving towards kits and young apprentices, making her a good listener and a good cat to vent to if needed. She can also (sometimes) be very charming, and will be sometimes be found flirting with she-cats and toms alike. Due to her alluring figure, toms and a few she-cats have tried to get to know her, wanting to try and be with her, but so far all have failed. Appearance:A chocolate brown maine coon with honey colored highlights and dark brown stripes and pretty emerald green eyes. She has a nitche in her right ear, and she has a scar running across her left eye, though neither effect her hearing or vision. History:Will be revealed later in rp :'> Other:She's a very talented singer, but she doesn't like admitting. Instead, she goes off alone sometimes, where (usually..) nobody will here her. ((Is this good? If I need to change anything, let me know! :'3)) 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 19/02/20 @ 06:13:50 by Flurry (#184361) |
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