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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 13:03:18 GMT -5
"Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into the light."
Introduction
There aren't many who dare live at the edge of the world. Caught between the skyline and the mountaintops, where the dark blue is endless and mist devours the ground from underfoot. It takes a very new kind of bravery to step in this ancient place. And even more so when the world begins to collapse around us. For so long we thought our beliefs would save us, to keep us free of the darkness which floods through the world outside our sanctuary. We thought faith alone would keep us protected. Under the stars and traipsing the paths our ancestors once tread. We were loyal to the point of endangering ourselves. Loyal to the point of insanity. And loyal to the point of extinction. But we will learn the hard way that nothing is infallible. Even stars fade.
Rules { ☪ } General. As should be the prerequisite to joining any clan, the most basic and non-negotiable of my rules is the compliance with any and all rules enforced by the forums. They are there to keep us safe after all, so deviance from them will not be tolerated. { ☪ } Literacy. Whilst grammar and spelling need not be absolutely perfect, I ask you make every attempt to ensure it is legible. However, in order to join this clan I do request you be capable of a reasonable standard of roleplay. This being an absolute minimum of 6 lines worth of writing per post, per character. Unfortunately if you feel that you would fall short of this standard, this isn't the clan for you and I wish you good luck elsewhere. { ☪ } Plagiarism. Nothing found within this clan is to be taken without the explicit permission of the creator. Be it the coding, the characters or the writing, take something and I will report you and have it taken down without warning. Basic manners apply here, you wouldn't steal a purse, so don't steal a thread. { ☪ } Joining. Promise that in spite of my multitude of rules I am actually a rather nice person, and it would make my day should you wish to join. However, I do request one or two things first. On initial joining, please join with a minimum of two characters; one of each gender as to maintain a reasonable gender ratio. Furthermore, unless I give specific permission for the purposes of a plot please do not join as a cat who is or who has a background outside of the clan. Lastly; promise - please only create one apprentice for every two cats of other ranks you have. { ☪ } Characters. Of course the funnest part of being a member of the clan is creating interesting cats with which to roleplay. To a reasonable extent I will allow you some artistic license regarding names and appearances, as long as it would exist in the realm of cat genetics, i.e. not bright pink fur, and the name is related to the wild, though not necessarily understood in the context of this clan, I will usually allow it. Just don't be ludicrously outlandish please. And absolutely no Mary-Sue's or Gary-Stu's. LGBT+ characters are more than welcome, and there is no limit to how many characters you make, but please only have as many as you are able to reasonably maintain. { ☪ } Roleplaying. Adding onto the rule about literacy is this rule, I ask that when roleplaying you understand and apply the context of the clan. Meaning that the cats of this clan { and most clans } live dangerous lives. Whilst I wont be asking you to kill your characters constantly, please understand that cats get injured, die, lose fights etc. { ☪ } Bloodlines and Relationships. Due to PrecipiceClan supposedly being a long established clan, it is likely that it would not be a clan of entirely unrelated cats. Hence to add to the realism of the clan, I ask that where you notice your cats share similar traits with the cats of another member, you enter discussions to see if they could be related in some manner. { By this I mean siblings, parent of, etc. Rather than cousins } Whilst it isn't mandatory, it is largely preferred. I do, however, request you don't join as members of your own family. Furthermore, prearranged relationships, i.e. cats who are already mates prior to joining, are more than welcome. { ☪ } Drama. Whilst there is already a plot in progress, there is no limit to how many can be going on at once as long as it doesn't become ludicrous. I welcome additions or further ideas, and you are more than welcome to carry out small plots amidst yourselves without permission from me!
Joining Form { Name }
Please write a description of the character, remembering to include their appearance and personality, and if you feel it may be relevant their hstory. There is no minimum length for this, but where I feel it is too lacking, I may request that you extend it. { @screenname }
Rank Bloodlines, Relationships, etc. Anything Else, i.e. role, requests, questions etc.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 14:09:19 GMT -5
"Remember where you come from to know where you need to head."
About the Clan The first thing most would likely think on initially meeting a member of PrecipiceClan is likely a mental note to not mess with our cats. And reasonably so. A landscape like ours does not suit cats of smaller builds all too well. One common trait embodied by the majority of our cats is sheer size. Built like brick walls and capable of hitting like one, our cats are muscled and large. Their talents being in the realm of strength and stamina as to help with lives in the vast territory amidst the mountains. Coupled with a thick pelt making us appear even larger, gives rise to a intimidating group of cats to look down upon. In terms of pelt, thickness is not the soul common feature when it comes to this trait of our cats. Furthermore, as to help with blending in against the pale landscape of the world around us. The majority of our cats are marked with pelts of pale colours, predominantly coated with whites, greys, pale browns and gingers that help us hide amidst the mounds of snow. Whilst this isn't as much as a key trait as size and coat thickness, cats who vary from this norm tend to live more difficult lives due to standing out more. Hardy is likely the first word which comes to mind when thinking of how to describe a cat of PrecipiceClan, and it shows through in the personalities of most. Cold like the world around us when it comes to outsiders, only with each other do our true colours tend to show. Tightly knit and close, it has been through working together that any of us have managed to stay alive as long as we have managed and remembering this is key to our continued survival. Team work and compassion to each other, but maintaining a weary eye on the outside world are key traits of PrecipiceClan. It might not lend to making friends all too easily, but in the harsh world of the mountains, it is a necessity.
Territory Living on the northern slopes of a great mountainrange and the small snowy valley at its foot. PrecipiceClan has lived on the edge for as long as bitter winds have carved through our territory, and the ancient nature of our clan shows through in our homes. Often battered by cold weather, like the clan itself only animals of hardy nature can survive in our land. Predominant sources of prey include smaller birds of prey, such as hawks and owls, hares and rabbits which frequent our slopes, and goat kids and small wild sheep. Hunting isn't easy, and is most efficient when done in groups. Predators which further common our homes are wolves, mountain lions and varieties of larger birds of prey. It is better to run when faced with these, even our massive cats can fall victim to predators such as these. { ☪ } Bear Woodland. On the opposite side of the Frozen Lake to the mountains we predominantly inhabit is a large woodland, which might have been a prime hunting place had it not been for what lives within the wood. A great bear, who has caused the death of many cats who dare challenge its territory. { ☪ } Cave of Stars. If one wanders Sky Watcher's Peak for a few foxlengths further, they will find what appears to be no more than an enlarged hare burrow. If one follows this place, it will lead to a great tunnel system within the mountainside itself. It is here one will find both Camp, and the StarStone. { ☪ } Edge of the World. If one travels to the very top of the mountain, they will find before them a great plain seemingly flooded by mists so thick that its almost impossible to see much further than where you stand. That is the reason for the landmark's name. { ☪ } Frozen Lake. During the coldest moons of Leafbare and during especially bitter leaffalls, the lake at the foot of our mountain freezes over. Leaving rather a fun game for younger cats to play on its surface. Small holes can be broken through to provide a place to drink and fish from. { ☪ } Goat Ridge. Unimaginatively named but it does what it says on the tin, it is the 'camp' of the largest of the local goat herds. Whilst not frequented for the purposes of hunting, given the somewhat aggressive nature of the animals inhabiting this area, it is a good place to hunt birds of prey, if you are careful to avoid the herds. { ☪ } Landslide Rocks. A seemingly permanently muddy area of the territory, though that doesn't keep it safe from the falling snow. It is a place prone to landslides, and the consequences of which is that this place is ever changing. Snakes are known to inhabit the lose rocks of this area, so caution is advised. But climbing is good training here. { ☪ } Pine Cove. Seemingly a small sanctuary from the bitter winds, though it doesn't stay safe from the snow it leaves this place rather peaceful comparatively. Home to a small woodland of pine trees, climbing here and hunting smaller animals is a common and enjoyed pastime. { ☪ } Sky Watcher's Peak. Those interested in keeping their eye on the sky, namely the medicine cats or the leader, but others are welcome should they wish. As night falls, and the northern lights flood the skies with colour, as well as on normal days in order to merely watch the stars, this is the best place to watch from. { ☪ } Starstone. A mystery to every cat in the clan, even those best versed with its use, i.e. the Medicine Cat. In spite being in a pitch black cavern, incapable of being accessed by light through any means, the stone at its centre remains lit constantly. Here is our connection with StarClan. { ☪ } The Waterfall. Falling from one of the northern peaks of the mountains is a great waterfall, the source of which leads deeper into the mountains and outside of our territory. At its foot is a small pool seperate from the Frozen Lake, and its water tends to be fresher, hence is a more popular drinking spot. Camp If one follows the Cave of Stars far enough through the winding tunnels and corridors, one will come across PrecipiceClan's camp. Unlike the cave of the Starstone, it is lit via a gap in the ceiling, allowing light to flood through and spill into the camp meaning we can actually see where we are going. A naturally flowing underground stream runs through the camp, likely sourced from melted snow meaning cats need not travel too far for water. { ☪ } Leader's Den. Settled just to the left of camp when one enters into the large cavern, it is accessed via a path along the camp wall, due to being the highest den within camp, looking down on the rest of camp. It is a small den, providing enough room for a leader and their mate should they wish. { ☪ } Medicine Cat's Den. On the base of camp so the weaker and less able cats are able to access the den with minimal need for climbing, a rather simplistic den with a number of crevices within the wall to provide room for herb storage. { ☪ } Warriors' Den. Like the majority of other dens in camp, it is notable for being multi layered, part of it being settled on a raised ledge to provide more room within camp. On occasion when rain or hot weather has melted more snow than normal to and has caused the stream to overflow, kits are kept here to be kept safe from the flooding. { ☪ } Apprentice's Den. Found in a similar position to the leader's den except for on the opposite wall next to the camp entrance, and a little lower down. It is a small den, its walls lined with great deals of moss they can collect for the purposes of building nests for clanmates. { ☪ } Nursery. Unlike the majority of camp's dens which are within the walls of camp, the nursery is instead within the floor of it. Within a hole in the camp, where the floor meets the wall, it burrows beneath the walls, and makes use of a small cavern naturally occuring beneath the ground. { ☪ } Elder's Den. Carefully grounded as to provide the elders with a safe den in need of minimal climbing, the elder's den is found to the north side of camp, and is especially deep within the walls of camp to provide maximum degrees of insulation from the bitter winds.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 14:39:58 GMT -5
"No matter how far you stray from home, we will always be here when you return."
History The world around us was crumbling. Darkness had flooded through so much of the world that light seemed little more than a distant memory, nothing but a dream told by reminiscing elders, or hopeful queens. Long before PrecipiceClan stood as it does today, we were but a bunch of rogues on a journey that could save us from the fear and pain which had destroyed nearly everything else. It was our last chance at carving a life for ourselves before admitting defeat, and letting the dark devour us like it had done so much else. Never could any of those cats ever guessed just what their efforts would become. After moons of journeying, being chased from every inch of the earth that we thought we might be able to make our own. We found ourselves faced with a mountain range so expansive it didn't seem possible anything could exist further than it. Our reasoning was that if the darkness could penetrate here too, their efforts had been without reward and they needed to accept their fate. We made our initial ascent into the mountains with the northern lights flooding the paths with the first light we had seen in what felt like a lifetime. It showed us the way to the caverns. And though at the time we didn't understand the meaning we would later attach to the skies over our heads. We would remember the feature key to our survival, otherwise PrecipiceClan would never have survived the night. It was within these mountains that we made our home, and etched out one of last remaining safe places known to our world.
Traditions Here is the last known place that the skies continue to shine in the skies overhead, or at least as far as any cat of PrecipiceClan is aware. No one has since dared tread a foot outside of the mountains, for fear they wouldn't be able to make their way back. All too aware that ours is the last place untouched by a darkness which has devoured everything else. The result of which is that PrecipiceClan takes great meaning in the stars which shine over our heads. Believing that our ancestors are harboured within the Northern Lights, and the constellations guide our steps. { ☪ } First Northern Lights. During NewLeaf when the first Northern Lights bless our skies since the colder moons of Leaffall and Leafbare steal the colours from our skies. The clan comes together with a great feast, celebrating the return of the ancestors, and welcoming them back. Whilst most don't believe we are abandoned during this time, merely that like the great Constellation Ursa Major's counterpart, they are hibernating to regain energy for their fight. { ☪ } Last Northern Lights. Though not a scientific certainty as to which is the last, it is doesn't matter if they occur once or twice more. It is the farewell to the ancestors as leaffall hits the territory and chases the colours from our skies. Again it is a feast to give thanks to our fallen warriors for their efforts in protecting the clan from darkness' grasp. This marks the beginning of the Nightly Guard at Sky Watcher's Peak, to replace the work of our ancestors. { ☪ } Night Guard. During the moons of Leafbare and Leaffall, to replace the ancestor's work whilst they sleep and regain energy. Each night a small guard is positioned on Sky Watcher's Peak to keep watch over both the territory and our skies to ensure nothing goes wrong. It has been moons since the last signs of trouble, generations even, but tradition alone ensures we uphold this part of our day to day lives. Praying that one day it will no longer be necessary. { ☪ } Night of the Wild. Regardless of personal feelings regarding the main constellations of our clan, i.e. the Eagle, the Wolf, the Hare and the Ram, during the first few days of Newleaf. The clan gives thanks to the constellations believed to give the clan protection, strength, speed and stamina and in general give thanks to them for giving their light to the skies overhead and keeping the darkness at bay from our lands.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 15:05:03 GMT -5
"Better to lead the wolves than lead the sheep."
Leader { Shadowstar }
Unusual, is the first word that comes to mind when contemplating this shecat. Built well in terms of musculature, she is athletic and strong. Coupled with a great intelligence and wit means she is a rather intimidating opponent should you find yourself unlucky enough to be on the opposite side of the field to PrecipiceClan's leader. Marked with a coat of pure white, she is marked down the backs of each leg with speckles of black which are duplicated in stripes down her tail, and at the backs of each ear, giving rise to her otherwise unusual name. Marked with a feathered coat rather than the normal thick pelt common to her clan, it leaves her a rather soft cat to touch, but means she can sometimes suffer when it comes to colder weather. Her eyes are a pale blue, flecked lightly with silvery grey tints. She is a quiet cat predominantly, strategic and intelligent she could be regarded as mysterious to most who aren't in her immediate circle, and some could consider her stand offish for this reason. She simply isn't the type of cat who opens up to others with ease, and has crafted walls around her heart to ensure getting close to her isn't an easy task, even to those in her own family. It takes loyalty and actions to gain her friendship, and it isn't something she gives with ease nor speed. In spite of this, Shadowstar is an incredibly loyal cat and takes the loyalties of others close to her heart. She would do just about anything to keep her clan safe, and if you consider yourself in her allegiance she will do anything to keep you safe, even if you aren't especially close to her. In short, whilst flawed she is proving herself a fine leader with a good heart, it just takes most a lot of effort or near disastrous occasion to see this side of her. Deputy { Dawnthief }
For being the deputy of PrecipiceClan, Dawnthief isn't a hulking form of physical prowess one might expect. This tom is rather slender, his muscles built for long distance running, making him a great hunter. Though, his intelligence in battle tactics make him a comparable fighter as well. This tom is a Turkish Angora, with a smokey black pelt with grey coloration around his long furred mane, his arms, sketches around his face, and the tip of his fluffy tail. He has long, course fur that he keeps impeccably clean, showing the tom values his appearance. His eyes are a murky mix between golden and green. He has sharp, pointed features, making his face look triangular, and his nose is black. Dawnthief was born a Golden Child, the only son of the former PrecipiceClan deputy, Hailfang, and warrior, Sealfur. From the day of his birth, Dawnthief was showered with attention and love from not only his parents, but his clan mates as well. This tom has had nothing but positive reinforcement all his life. Growing up, he had a very normal history, working through his apprenticeship with ease, and proving to be a capable warrior. Around the clan, cats regard him as a cat that can get the job done, and who never backs down from a challenge. It's almost boring how much of a great, dependable warrior he is on the surface. Nothing about him seems to challenge the norm, he follows the rules, he does what he's told. But, there is another level to Dawnthief that he keeps mostly hidden from his clan mates. For starters, and this being the most noticeable to those around him, Dawnthief is a narcissist. Self obsessed, relishing in his own beauty, refusing to acknowledge his faults, adoring the praise from his clan mates. He really does think that he is just so much better than the rest of his clan mates, this in turn makes him very unsympathetic to others plights. Secondly, Dawnthief is addicted to ambition. He is never satisfied with where he is, he is always striving to reach more power, as more power equals more fame, which equals more love from those around him. Given his self absorbed nature, Dawnthief has little morals, and will not shy away from *anything* that will give him more fame. To put this all simply, Dawnthief has a God complex. He believes that he has total order over how others lead their lives, because of his position. All of his traits make him quite immature, actually, though he acts like he is a mature, and strong warrior. But for everything he knows in battle tactics and leading, Dawnthief knows nothing about discipline, about boundaries, about morals. He is a spoiled brat, who grew up his whole life having the world handed to him on a silver platter, and yet he still was never satisfied. He always wanted more... Medicine Cat { Halfface }
A wiry, rugged tabby she-cat white a white throat and underbelly. Her sigular good eye is a simplistic green. The right side of the she-cat's face has no eye, and, half an ear, along with a missing fang. She is very masculine female, most times be mistaken for a tom. She had a quick, sharp tongue and will put anyone in their place no matter their rank. She's aggressive, mean, rude, snarky, and will gladly claw your ear instead of bat it. She's a harsh, strict mother figure, but does very well in taking care of other cats. Despite her cold, harsh exterior, she's a proud, motherly cat. She used to be a fine tuned, strong-willed warrior with a big heart for other cats, yet, after losing her first, and last litter, along with half her face to an eagle, she became the cat she is today. Ashamed by her loss in such a battle, she distanced herself and now lives her life as a medicine cat, keeping herself from the love of others and her clan. Med Cat Apprentice { Thistlepaw }
Thistlepaw is a bit of a strange sight in a clan full of large, burly cats. She's a tiny grey-brown she-cat who, though more than two moons past the age to be there, looks as if she should still be in the Nursery. Her fur, while quite thick, is sort, scruffy and unkempt looking. It is also badly marred on her right side by several long, jagged scars that, while mostly healed, still look quite painful. Her eyes are a deep, serious grey-green and seemed to be always glaring at the world around her. Thistlepaw is a prickly, anti-social little thing with a loyal and loving heart underneath her rough exterior. It takes a while to dig through the walls she's brought up around herself after her mentor's death but, if managed, she is a very attentive and supportive friend. She does have a bad habit of being too stubborn with a bad habit of refusing to admit when she's wrong. Thistlepaw suffers from incredibly bad nightmares at times, often leaving her tired and snappish. Most in the clan seem to understand, after she has had two close brushes with death in her short life. Thistlepaw was born to an unusually large litter of seven. She was the runt and seemingly the weakest. However, her other siblings all died withing the next two days, leaving the tiny kit surrounded by others who had no hope that she would survive. But the impossible happened and Thistlepaw clung to life with a stubborn determination and strength that saw her claw her way to health with the help of the current Medicine Cat, only to end up clinging to life once more as an Apprentice. Thistlepaw started her training as a Warrior Apprentice, but she and her mentor were attacked by particularly vicious fox who managed to kill her mentor and left a badly wounded Thistlepaw for dead just a moon into her training. She was found and nursed back to health, but switched to training as a Medicine Cat, finding out that she was naturally suited to the job.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 15:53:50 GMT -5
"The eagle has no fear of adversity."
Warriors { Aspenfur }
Aspenfur is a black and grey tabby she cat with amber eyes, and medium, white whiskers. Her paws and underbelly are grey, the tabby markings on her fur are spotted busy and her tail is a mix of grey and black. Aspenfur has a pink nose, a notch in her left ear and a scar on her right shoulder. Aspenfur is cautions, she always seem to be on watch for something. She is fierce with a sharp tongue, not afraid to claw a cat's ears off if they approach her the wrong way but around those she's likes and care about she's more cheerful. Aspenfur is loyal and brave, wishing to serve and protect her clan anyway she can. { Bluestorm }
A blue and white tom with gorgeous turquoise eyes. His fur is a bit shorter than other clanmates, yet his figure is quite tall and large. Half the height of a coyote, and from tail tip to nose, a little over half a fox-length. He holds a very reckless and boastful nature. He enjoys showing off and stores the attention of other clanmates. He's a bit egotistical and may seem narcissistic, yet, in truth, it's just him covering his insecurities. As a kit was tall, lanky, not your usual cat for his type of clan. He was teased and called kid legs, as he stumbled more than a newborn ram kid. After years of the insults, he trained harder than most and became a bit rude. He swelled his own pride with inspiring mantras in his mind, and he grew quite strong. Yet, at times he can become clumsy or awkward when around what he feels to be someone he can truly trust. He can't stand the thought of someone now liking him or being able to tolerate him, yet, he finds it hard to trust others. He rarely allows himself to be tied down to anyone, as he feels he should leave before they do. He's one of the younger warriors in the clan, but, with some more training he could have real potential. Yet, that won't stop his reckless and idiotic sense of jumping head first into situations without thinking. It's a wonder he's still alive with how many times he's been pure in near death situation. { Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ } { Cedarstorm } Cedarthorn is a broad shouldered black-and-white tabby tom with jagged claws and green eyes. He has white paws, chest, and muzzle, the stripes on his body are loose gray mackerel. Cedarthorn has a pink nose, two notches in his ears, a scarred muzzle, and scar on his left shoulder and across his right eye. Cedarthorn has a rather hot temper but normally he's just grumpy. He has little to no patience with others especially with younger cats, having a bad habit of being too strict. Cedarthorn is honorable cat believing that favors should be returned, while he is aggressive and seems rude he does have a caring side and willing to put others before him and give his life for them. { Falconeye } Falconeye is built like most cats of his clan, big and muscular as a general rule. Despite this, he is smaller and leaner than some of the tomcats of the clan, more suited to agility than brute strength. He has the thick fur of his clan, but his leans towards semi-longhaired. He has a mane-like, silken ruff around his neck and his legs and tail having extra almost feathered fur. His pelt is gray spotted tabby on his topline with small dots of color throughout his mostly white underline. He has spots of white under both of his copper eyes. His fur coloration gave his parents the idea to give him the prefix of Falcon. Not long after, Hawk-kit was born and his mother joked the other queen copied her. Since then, the two have a friendly rivalry. Nowadays he no longer has the clean slate of a kit, but rather a pelt riddled with scarring, most of it small and hidden under his longer fur. He does have one obvious scar, a bite mark under his right eye from a fox--as apprentices, he helped protect Shadowstar from said creature. Falconeye has made his name as a reliable warrior. He is particularly good at taking down birds of prey like the one he was named after. He’ll leave out scraps of prey for them and then wait, still as a stone, until some scavenger tries to take it. Besides his patience and planning abilities, ones that let him make use of whatever he finds on the mountain side, he is also adept at climbing. On the other paw, he isn’t the best swimmer and while he has great vision, his sense of smell is somewhat stunted. He also doesn’t react well when he isn’t given time to plan. He craves routine and well-laid plans, but isn’t a fan of surprises. He enjoys his placement in the clan as a senior warrior, easily taking orders from Shadowstar, who he grew up with. He’s less fond of taking orders from Dawnthief, but he tries to get along with every cat in the clan if he can. Despite the fact he comes across as somewhat strict in wanting order, the tomcat isn’t a stickler for the rules by nature, looking for loopholes and bending what he can. He also figures that if StarClan has a problem with it, they might consider they aren’t the ones living in the moment anymore. Rules made by long dead cats might not always work in the today, he figures. He isn’t exactly open about this however, usually keeping his opinions to himself. He’s good at keeping things to himself, having a trove of other clanmates’ secrets stored away. Instead he just focuses on keeping his clan alive, his loyalty more to his loved ones than any code or ancestor.
{ Greysmoke }
Most would be forgiven for assuming that this cat was pitch black in colour, he is a massive tom coated in a very thick, dark grey coat. So dark in colour that when he stands in the shadows it is rather difficult to spot that there is a cat in your proximity, and only when in direct sunlight can you see he is in fact grey in colour rather than black. His eyes are the only change in colour on his frame, being an especially bright amber colour, similar to the sun as it rises over the mountaintops, and is a rather beautiful shade. Greysmoke carries no other colour than smoke grey on his thick pelt, making him stand out rather dramatically in contrast to the predominantly white landscape in which he makes his life. However, his talents are very much founded in the defence of the territory rather than the feeding of the cats who live in it. A capable fighter, though not especially quick footed, he knows his way around the battlefield better than most. Quiet and independent, he is a tom who prefers to keep himself to himself and prefers his own company to that of others. Whilst not antisocial necessarily, he will make it known when he is done conversing with you and doesn't think too much of being rude if he gets the outcome he wants of it. He might be considered intimidating in this respect, as he has a glower to match his rather mighty size. He is a loyal cat, and an opinionated one should he feel the need arise, however, he is more than happy to keep to the shadows until he feels the need to voice it. { 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ } { Littledove } This she-cat may look like a deity from the skies, with her pure white fur and willowy figure. Looks can be deceiving with this young female. She is quite rambunctious and most never sees it coming when they judge her by appearances. Littledove has ivory white fur with no impairments from other colors, she is pure white. Her fur is thick and soft to the touch, almost like a domesticated rabbit. She has slender, willowy figure with long legs. She has rounded shoulders that give her that softer appearance and she is graceful on her paws. Her soft physique hides strong and nimble muscles under her snowy coat. She has round gray eyes, typically look like a light blue. Her eyes look like a different color depending on how the light hits them. She has few small nicks in her ears where she has gotten from her adventures. If you do not know Littledove well enough, you would think that she is a well-mannered and sophisticated feline. Littledove enjoys allowing cats to assume that she is nothing but that. She likes to keep a positive public appearance and it brings her enjoyment to be underestimated. After you break past Littledove's public image, you will see that she is a wild card. This she-cat lives for the wild side of life. She wants adventures and dangers, not some boring life where she can't reach her full potential. She enjoys having fun like climbing the highest tree she can find or scaling up a mountain cliff to get a beautiful view of their territory. She is a frequent visitor of the medicine cat den with cuts or torn claw or a tear in her ear. Littledove is a charismatic feline and can be persuasive. She knows she is beautiful and is confident in that fact. She knows she can get things done with a swish of her tail and a sweet voice. She has become haughty as she has gotten older and matured. Littledove is compassionate even for her faults, she loves her clan and only wants the best for them. She is willing to do anything for them even reason. Littledove has high standards for her crushes and her mate. She is beautiful, therefore, they need to equally as attractive and they need to be smart. She doesn't want to raise a family with a mouse brain. She wants the best, it's something that has swirled in her mind since she was an apprentice observing the mated couples in camp. If she is going to be mates with someone, they have to be the best so that their kits would be perfect and revered by the clan. Most importantly, Littledove would want someone to match her. She wants someone who is brave and understanding of who she is. She is not some dainty she-cat. She is a warrior, one of the fiercest cats in the world. { Hawkfeather } While PrecipiceClan’s cats are usually larger than average, Hawkfeather is huge. He weighs about as much as an adult fox and it’s all muscle. He is also long-furred, increasing his bulky appearance. His paws match, giving him a benefit when walking on snow. As is, his pelt is colored pale brown with darker brown mackerel stripes on the topside and his underneath is mostly white. He has intense amber eyes. Despite his intimidating appearance, Hawkfeather is a kind and downright jolly cat. Despite the struggles of the clan, he usually has a positive attitude and just wants to take care of his clanmates. He’s a bit of a jack of all trades: a good fighter and hunter, using his strength to his advantage. He, however, would be incredibly poor at running over any distance or attempting to swim. In regards to his past in the clan, he had pretty good luck. His parents were kind to him and insofar he’s managed to avoid too much tragedy in his life, besides the passage of older relatives to the stars. { Iceheart } Iceheart is a tall, lithely muscled she-cat with a vicious gleam in her bright amber eyes. Her fur is short, but thick and just barely shows off the rippling of strong, well-developed muscle underneath. Iceheart has many scars from her time as a Warrior. Most are hidden under her pelt, but a set of claw-marks close to her left eye stand out. She tells kits that she got them killing a mountain lion all by herself but this is, of course, nonsense to entertain them. Iceheart is cold to most, with a threatening edge that tends to scare others off from bothering her unnecessarily, though she doesn't always mean it to. For all her frosty exterior, Iceheart is incredibly loyal and protective, with a warm heart and a loving soul. She adores kits and wishes for some of her own. Her scars can ache some on particularly cold days, leaving her grumpier than usual. Iceheart had a pretty normal kittenhood for a cat in PrecipiceClan. Born to parents that loved her, she did well in training and became a Warrior with little fuss. She's had more than a few scraps with predators due to her bad habit of throwing herself in the way of danger to protect her Clanmates. { Needlestrike } Needlestrike is quite a typically-built tom for his clan - Big, heavily muscled and with thick, silver, tabby-marked fur. He has sharp yellow eyes that always seem to be analysing the world around him. Needlestrike can look very intimidating at times with a varied selection of scars and claws that are both longer than most and incredibly sharp. He's not a great hunter, though he can get by, but really excels in fighting. Needlestrike is a quiet, serious tom for the most part, but doesn't usually disagree with having a bit of company. He get along with most of the other cats in the clan, with an affable nature that means he rarely causes any fuss or disagreements. His worst vice is his ability to hold a grudge. Neddlestrike is hard to annoy or offend, but when it happens he will hold the grudge for years until he thinks he has suitably punished the one who wronged him. Needlestrike's history is rather plain. He was born to a mother who loved him and a father who had done her a favour because she hadn't wanted to take a proper mate, but wanted kits. Though he was distant, Needlestrike could tell his father loved his kits and never had a problem with his parent's arrangement. Named for the way his fur seemed to stick out all over the place as a kit, like pine needles, he was an accomplished Apprentice and is now a strong and dedicated Warrior. Built to take on wolves and bears, and whilst he might not actually be capable of it solo, he would be more than capable of at least leaving one with a bruise or two and a bad memory of the experience. He is the type to throw himself into battle head first and not backing down until he is either dead on the ground or finding himself victorious. For Nettlebite there is no in between, persistent and determined are two of the words most connoted with this cat. Gigantic, muscled and built for fighting and climbing the great ridges and steep cliffsides of the mountainside that makes up his territory. He is rather handsome to some degree, cutting features with a thick coat of fur. Mostly a pale brown tabby, he is splashed with markings of pale orangish brown and black, with white marking his underbelly to his chest in one long wave of colour replicated down each leg. His eyes are a pale green colour, speckled with small markings of yellow that aren't entirely noticeable at first. Firm and logical, he is a fast thinker with a silver tongue and a charming nature, he is good natured and calm. Despite being a large cat, he is a big friendly giant. Difficult to truly anger, he is calm overall, but when angered he is more than willing to point out your misstep and is quite happy to put others in their place should the need arise to. But for the most part he regards violent means as the last possible resort.
{ Lycaonia } { Nettlebite } Either a rather small wolf or an incredibly large cat, a lot of the time it is hard to tell the difference when it comes to this handsome young tom. Built like a brick wall and capable of hitting just like one, he is pure muscle and his speed loses out a lot because of it. It is fortunate that he is a rather accurate description of the phrase big, friendly giant, otherwise most likely wouldn't be too eager to meet this young tom in a dark ally. Cloaking his massive body is a thick coat of predominantly tabby brown, splashed with markings of paler browns, oranges and creamy whites making his frame a patchwork of colour. His eyes are a watery shade of pale amber, almost yellowish in colour. Good natured and warm hearted, Nettlebite is a quick friend to make and an easier one to maintain, cats can go without speaking with him for moons and when they do again he will treat them as though they spoke only the day before. He is friendly and playful, a difficult tom to truly anger though if someone has in fact brought out this side of him he has no issues in showing his perhaps darker colours. His musculature doesn't go to waste at least, he knows how to use it to his advantage, but prefers to use less violent means. { 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ } { Proudfalcon } Handsome and confident, it suits his name of Proud. He is a large tom with thick, shaggy looking fur. His fur is dark brown with tabby markings. He has white paw-tips and the fur along the back of his hind legs is a lighter brown. Proudfalcon has sharp fiery-amber eyes. Some cats say that his gaze has the ability to pierce your soul and can see right through you. He is a strong and stable tom. He seems sturdy like a tree with his broad shoulders and thick fur. He has a muscular form with strong legs. He excels at climbing and has a long stride. Proudfalcon is an intimidating tom with his bulk and presence. He is well aware of it. He might use this to his advantage to get what he whats or to ensure that his point gets across clearly. Although at the same time, he might not. He is indifferent to his clanmates. He doesn't hate them nor does he love them. Proudfalcon can be cruel at times and has a biting tongue especially when he is angered. He doesn't like disobedience and expects perfection and respect from his inferiors. Proudfalcon is not unapproachable. He has his moments where he can be attentive and civil. He does enjoy the company of a few select clanmates. He is fiercely loyal and overprotective of his close friends. He willing to do anything for them. Proudfalcon is determined and focused. He likes to set goals and complete them efficiently and without failure. This something that leads him to that he despises his clanmates for since they have the tenacity to fail his expectations. He dislikes stupidity with a passion. When he was a kit and apprentice, his mother would tell him that he needed to make friends so wouldn't lonely. He would brush her advice aside with a swift glare and low growl. Proudfalcon didn't like to talk much back when he was younger. It was something he was teased for and he is still bitter about it. He developed into a charming speaker to spite his kit-hood bullies. { Rainsplash } Rainsplash is a somewhat small she-cat, but lean and muscular with especially strong hind legs. With her round green eyes, small ears, and matchbox muzzle, she has a youthful appearance. She is chinchilla, having a silvery-white undercoat with black tipping. Her fur is plush and thick, often shimmery shiny. Due to her mountain habitat and the many snowy moons, she manages to do well as a huntress for her clan. Since most water in their territory is snowmelt, it’s rarely warm enough for swimming--or possible to find fish or any other water prey--but she treats these things as a decadence, always scouting in the warmest moons for a chance to take a dip or catch even a silvery minnow. Because of this, she is a better swimmer than many of her clanmmates. On the flip side, she is only an average fighter at least in part because of her smaller size. She tries to make up for it with agility and speed, but many of the threats on the mountain can only be handled with brute strength. Rainsplash is quite the optimistic cat, always trying to look on the bright side of things. She always tries to follow the Warrior Code and has a lot of respect for her elders and the ancestors in StarClan. She is quite sociable and prone to flirting, sometimes accidentally, because she’s just a bit too nice. She’s fond of kits, but she wants to fully prove herself as a warrior before she settles down with any tom. Otherwise she can be a bit gullible, wanting to go with the flow and follow those older than her, especially those in charge, because that’s what she’s been taught. She does have a strong moral code, but often she doesn’t know how to stand up for herself or others, often instead just shutting down or wanting to run away. She’ll battle a fox, but conflict between clanmates makes her want to hide in the warriors’ den. If you specifically go against her kin however, she’ll beat you around the ears. { collided } { Riversplash } Throughout his apprenticeship, Riversplash was commonly called 'cute.' He was small for his age, and had a kitten like face all through his training moons. However, he shocked the whole clan during his last moon of training. He hit a large growth spurt, competing for being the largest cat in the clan. His pelt is an average grey tabby, with white covering his chest, throat, jaw, and underbelly. His eyes glow a very light green, almost gray color. When he hit his growth spurt, not only did he grow height wise, but he also grew very muscular. However, his appearance is the only thing intimidating about this tom. Personality wise, he is a playful spirit and has a lack of awareness for when a situation turns serious. It's not rare for him to make a joke and turn the situation awkward for himself. Some of the more serious warriors find him rather annoying, but he thinks it's important to always have some good spirit even during the hardest of times. However, some find his kit-like demeanor annoying all the time and would rather avoid him all together. He's extremely outgoing and bubbly, but his warrior-skills are quite lacking. Hunting is his 'strong suit,' however he still isn't the best at that. You'd think with his body build he would be a great fighter as well, but his skills on the battlefield aren't up to par either. He does his best, but is very insecure about his warrior abilities. Embarrassment is an emotion he is all too familiar with. But he keeps his positive vibes alive while he's around others, and others think he is the happiest cat in the world, but he is just good and pushing down his negative emotions. { Snowyfluff } One couldn't pick a better name to describe this molly, she really is just a pile of fluffy snow. Snowyfluff carries the massive, thick furred, and muscular build expected of a PrecipiceClan. In fact, most of everyone in her family line does. Because of this, it's assumed that Snowyfluff and her family descended from the original blood line of the clan. Snowyfluff gloats about this often, even though she doesn't know if it's really true. She has pure white fur, not a single other color touching her coat. She has fluffy, round features with bright green eyes, vibrant, and full of excitement. Her tail is very long and fluffy. This warrior is an adrenaline junkie, and a kit at heart. She didn't seem to be born with any sort of limitation of fear, jumping into things recklessly and getting herself, or other hurt, and when questioned about it later she explains it was all for fun! There is no restriction in her mind as to what she can and can not do, or should not do. This type of mischief has gotten her in heaps of trouble before, but she never seems to learn from her mistakes. She enjoys the thrill, she enjoys being on the edge! This molly constantly has to be doing something, she is not the type of person you'll see laying around camp waiting for something to happen. If she wants something done she does it herself. She doesn't seem to listen to advice, lending her a level of stubbornness that can be infuriating to deal with. Snowyfluff is very opinionated, and has the guts to speak her mind, even when the ends are against her. She cares deeply about those around her, and takes pride in the responsibility of keeping her clan safe, but in all honesty it is the responsibility that also terrifies her. Snowyfluff can't seem to grow up and act her age, and she fears that one day that will come around to smite her in the end. Her sister is Lightweave, who she is very close to, and her nephew is Glacierpaw, her pride and joy. Snowyfluff is rarely ever not seen with the tom, who she considers her closest friend. Though, as expected, she is always getting him in trouble.
{ Taloncall } A striking, large, long furred tom. His fur, sometimes mistaken for silver or a very pale light brown. He holds tabby-like stripes across his body, and calming hazel eyes. Beneath his soft, silky fur, lies scars of battles fought long ago and a muscular body. He can be called fat at times, but will put the antagonize in their place. His fur can be misleading in situations such as battle, as opponents assume he is a large, easy target, yet, when their claws slip through nothing but white and tabby fur, he gains the upper paw. He's known very well for his relaxed nature and leadership skills, yet, he turns down most real leader roles and yelps assists other cats in learning abilities to better themselves. Despite these magnificent traits, he does have a terrible habit of overworking himself and making too many promises at once. He adores playing the hero, and is like a big father figure to most, yet, he doesn't talked much about finding a mate or admirers. No one really knows who or what he's attracted too, and at times it's a bit frustrating. As a warrior, he places everyone else first by relative importance, and he can be a bit of an analyzer. He puts his leader before everything other than kits and the sick or weak. He's a very humble tom, but it can get annoying at times with how suddenly sweet and patient he is. It is extremely rare for him to be genuinely enraged by small things. { Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ } { Vixenbrook } Vixenbrook has a pelt that could be described as muddy; Her tortoiseshell coat is swirling with blacks and oranges that are hard to tell where one color starts and the other ends. The majority of her pelt is black, but the orange creates a bright contrast to the darker color. She is on the shorter side, but what she lacks in height she makes up for in muscle. She's not the most burly cat the clan has ever seen, but she isn't a skinny, helpless she-cat either. Her eyes are a light and bright green, but seem to grow dark when she's angry. If you could describe Vixenbrook in just one word, it would be independent. She's a rather polite and kind cat, but isn't one to go out and mingle with the clan. Some might mistakenly take her for a stuck up, snobby kind of cat from her lack of socializing, but that is far from the truth. Sometimes she does have a big of an ego, but she doesn't like to brag or put others down. Vixenbrook is a hard cat to have a close relationship with. When she was younger, it used to be the opposite; But after more heartbreak than she could handle, she put a padlock around her heart to protect herself from experiencing that again. This may make her come off as cold hearted, but she is just protecting herself. She has good intentions, though her execution of good intentions may need some work. Those outside of the clan might mistake this she-cat as an easy opponent, one who could be defeated with a few simple swipes. However, they would be horribly mistaken. She is skilled on the battlefield, and she uses others' initial judgement to her advantage. What makes her a great fighter is how she strategizes in just the split second she has before she has to act. She is definitely a cat you want on your side during a fight. Apprentices { Acornpaw }
While Acornpaw was the runt of his litter, he managed to grow strong despite this. He isn’t the largest tomcat around his age, but he’s plenty big enough to be suited for the territory his clan lives in. He has thick, long fur that keeps him warm. His cream tabby coat helps him hide fairly well most of the time and his white markings on his muzzle below the nose, chest and belly, and paws help disguise him even better when it’s snowy. Despite having blue eyes when named, he lucked out in ending up having eyes are about the color of an acorn, a warm copper brown. One notable feature are his tufted ears. As a new apprentice, he doesn’t really have any scars yet, but he’s trying very hard to learn how to be the best warrior he can be. He’s generally a kind cat, but he’s also rather shy. He doesn’t quite know how to stick up for himself or others, so often just doesn’t say anything or laughs along even if maybe the joke wasn’t the nicest. He just wants to fit in and be liked, especially by his mentor and the cats in charge. His parents have taught him that the Warrior Code is of the utmost importance and it’s why their clan has survived despite all that’s happened. . { collided } { Snakepaw } Snakepaw is a muscular classic sliver tabby and white tom with a fluffy tail and copper eyes. He has a white fur mane around his neck and his front fangs are sharp and long, noticeable sticking out of his mouth. He has black and silver fur with a swirl pattern going through, the inside of his legs are white and his chest is white all the way to his underbelly and his front paws are white. Snakepaw is very serious, fierce, and ambitious, dreaming of one day being deputy or leader but sometimes he is very stubborn when listening to others. He can be demanding, ruthless, and prideful, willing to push others over their limits to get things done, even if it kills them. Snakepaw has his morals on what's right and wrong, through he seems terrible he’s not completely heartless. Snakepaw is caring, protective and loyal to those close to him and he believes anything he does is for sake of the clan and his family, he's no coward and is willing to stand up against anything he doesn't believe in. { Spiderpaw } Spiderpaw has a darker pelt, his fur donning a medium-brown coat. He has dark tabby stripes that are faint on his back, but darker around his legs, face, and tail. He has the build of a cat built more for speed than anything else, as he has long legs and a thin body. He has excellent stamina, but his strength in battle is lacking. His eyes break the monotony of his pelt, adding a dash of bright amber to his coloring. His fur is quite thick, which helps keep him warm during the colder moons since he lacks the body fat or muscles to keep him warm. Spiderpaw is known for being insecure about his body build, knowing all too well he is often seen as inferior to those who are more muscular or larger than him. This is shown in his training, where he often gets nervous and messes up. When he's not getting assessed, however, he often does much better than normal. He is also very anxious and nervous around big groups of cats, and tends to keep to himself or a small circle of friends. However, this all changes when he's angry. You wouldn't think so by the way he acts, but he has an extremely short temper. Once his temper runs out, suddenly he no longer fears repercussions for his words and becomes disrespectful and sharp-tongued. Deep down he has a kind heart, but is easily manipulated and isn't the smartest cat around. His instincts tend to be what drive him rather than his training, which is something he needs to get better at. In battle, he is a fierce cat and would fight to his last breath if allowed to. Once his battle skills get refined, his will be a threat to be reckoned with. He tends to be a glass half full kind of tom, always trying to cheer up those around him. He tends to be fairly good at putting a smile on those around him, so long as it's not a large group of cats.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 15:55:46 GMT -5
"O, the blood more stirs. To rouse a lion than to start a hare!."
Queens { Lightweave }
Lightweave is a fragile, slender molly, looking much like a porcelain doll, precious and worth protecting. This shecat carries the fluffy pure white coat expected of a PrecipiceClan cat, a color variation that hardly strays from her family line. One would thing it would be hard to tell her apart from her son, or her sister, but Lightweave is very easily recognizable by her clear golden and blue eyes. They are cloudy with blindness, but though this shecat can't see a thing, her eyes carry so much understanding, as though she can see right through you. Lightweave's fur is very thick and course, she keeps it well managed and fluffy. She has soft, rounded features and a very long, fluffy tail. She has small paws, a small build, not great for fighting - and her blindness makes her a terrible, clumsy hunter, though she still posses the ability to. But, Lightweave barely does any of these things, instead Lightweave find joy in being a mother. After finding her love in the warrior, Nettlebite, Lightweave gave birth to her first litter of kits, she only had one, a son named Glacierpaw. Quickly after her son was born, Lightweave was already expecting another litter. The molly is a natural born mother, she is compassionate, and has patience in heaps. Her demeanor is calm, and wise, although she doesn't talk much, she knows more than she lets on. Lightweave no longer has the pep and enthusiasm for warrior hood, or the impassivity of wonderment of life, like her sister, Snowyfluff. Instead, this mature shecat has found solace in the little things of life. Her only goal is to care for her children, and guide them through kindness and compassion to one day be great warrior for PrecipiceClan. She isn't as protective as one might expect, instead she believes that her children learn best by learning through their mistakes. She isn't the one to be suspicious of anyone her children might fall in love with one day either. The only thing she'll rip your head off about is if you hurt her children, then and only then is a wrath in Lightweave unleashed. It is easy to stay on this queen's good side though. She is the mother of Glacierpaw, and soon to be, Sleetkit, Cloudykit, and Thornkit.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 16:01:06 GMT -5
"Tackle things head on, and worry about the rest later."
StarClan Members { StarClan Members }
StarClan Members. { @screenname }
Dark Forest Members { Dark Forest Members}
Dark Forest Members. { @screenname }
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 16:33:18 GMT -5
"Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans."
Plotlines Despite the war and darkness which has consumed the outside world for so long, for generations PrecipiceClan have known peace. The Northern Lights over our heads protecting us from the darkness which has plagued the rest of the outside world. We have been happy in one of the last safe places known. But it doesn't seem meant to last. As the Last Northern Lights Feast draws to a close, Shadowstar greets her clan with the news of a pregnancy. News usually treated with the same degree of concern one might with a medicine cat, but she explains the decision to abolish this rule. To the concern and distaste to a number of clanmates at first, but for now nothing is said regarding the matter. Until night falls, but the stars fail to light the skies overhead for the first time since the Clan came to the mountaintops. And blame shifts to the shecat who thought herself above StarClan, and was so bold to change the warrior code. Our cats begin to have dreams, that they for the most part to themselves, of dark figures and shadows. Bringing promises of a better life outside of the mountaintops, giving promise of a happier and easier life, where prey all but falls into the paws of the catcher. Swayed by promises of an easier life away from their lonely, bitter mountaintop. The first seeds of darkness have been sowed within our hearts, and above us the stars begin to flicker and fade. While the skies continue to show only darkness, civil war breaks out amongst the clan as they try to make a decision as to what should be done. And the unthinkable happens. The dark forest wins the war, and takes its grip once and for all over PrecipiceClan. Those who remain with loyalties to the light are slaughtered en mass or exiled from the clan. All except for Shadowstar, kept prisoner in little more than a cell as an example of how the mighty fall. Until at last StarClan sends one final word, a promise of a chance at survival. A prophecy bestowing the powers of the constellations, the ram [stamina,] the wolf [strength,] the hare [speed,] and the eagle [protection,] onto a litter of kits, the ones carried by the leader long thought a traitor. These kits might just be what saves the clan from a darkness quickly devouring all hope. But when word of this is caught by the clan's new leader, the kits are forced into exile for fear of being killed before the prophecy comes to fruition. The leader claiming the kits have been killed, and hope is lost. It seems that the darkness we ran from once before, has caught up at last. Additions to the Plot. Dawnthief's mate is currently pregnant [further along than Shadow is the current intention] and are born on the brink of Shadow's imprisonment. They are raised thinking of her as lesser, and very much believe that their father is a fine cat and the best thing that happened to their clan [mostly because of stories and fear amidst their clanmates.] But when the prophecy comes out regarding the Eagle, the Hare, the Ram and the Wolf, there are hints that Dawn's own bloodline could be what is his death. Dawn's reaction? He exiles his own kits too [who at this point are nearing apprenticeship, with Shadow's a moon and a half or so behind.] These kits too being named for the constellations, those being the Rat, the Tiger, the Swan and the Dog. who are exiled into the unknown, and as they grow into warriors they convince the local town cats to come help, along with the exiles of the clan. All the while further darkness mentioned in the front page taking its grip closer and closer to the mountain, and the light fades all around us. Key Roles to be Filled. ☪ Leader. Shadowstar - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . ☪ Dark Forest Leader. Dawnthief - 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ . ☪ Leader's Mate: Open - collided. ☪ Shadowstar's Kits: Open. ☪ The Wolf: collided . ☪ The Hare: 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ . ☪ The Eagle: Glowkit. Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ☪ The Ram: Open. ☪ Dawnthief's Kits: Open. ☪ The Tiger: 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ. ☪ The Rat: 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ. ☪ The Swan: open. ☪ The Dog: open. Other Roles. ☪ Dark Allies: Open - @screenname. Cats changed to the dark side. Infinite. ☪ Dark Recruiters: Open - @screenname. Dead cats infiltrating dreams. x3. ☪ Light Allies: Open - @screenname. Exiles following the war. x8 available. Relationships ☪ Mentors. Dawnthief mentors Acornpaw. Iceheart mentors Glacierpaw. Bluestorm mentors Spiderpaw.
☪ Bloodlines Greysmoke and Taloncall are littermates.
☪ Mates Nettlebite and Lightweave are mates. Falconeye and Shadowstar are mates. Members { 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ } Shadowstar, Greysmoke and Nettlebite. { Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ } Halfface, Bluestorm and Taloncall. { Lycaonia } Thistlepaw, Iceheart and Needlestrike. { 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ } Dawnthief, Juniperleaf, Snowyfluff, Glacierpaw and Lightweave. { collided } Hawkfeather. Rainsplash and Acornpaw. { plagυe docтor } Riversplash, Vixenbrook and Spiderpaw. { Blaze ♡ } Littledove and Proudfalcon.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 16:34:15 GMT -5
Open!!! Please join
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Post by Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 16:48:54 GMT -5
{ Taloncall } A striking, large, long furred tom. His fur, sometimes mistaken for silver or a very pale light brown. He holds tabby-like stripes across his body, and calming hazel eyes. Beneath his soft, silky fur, lies scars of battles fought long ago and a muscular body. He can be called fat at times, but will put the antagonize in their place. His fur can be misleading in situations such as battle, as opponents assume he is a large, easy target, yet, when their claws slip through nothing but white and tabby fur, he gains the upper paw. He's known very well for his relaxed nature and leadership skills, yet, he turns down most real leader roles and yelps assists other cats in learning abilities to better themselves. Despite these magnificent traits, he does have a terrible habit of overworking himself and making too many promises at once. He adores playing the hero, and is like a big father figure to most, yet, he doesn't talked much about finding a mate or admirers. No one really knows who or what he's attracted too, and at times it's a bit frustrating. As a warrior, he places everyone else first by relative importance, and he can be a bit of an analyzer. He puts his leader before everything other than kits and the sick or weak. He's a very humble tom, but it can get annoying at times with how suddenly sweet and patient he is. It is extremely rare for him to be genuinely enraged by small things. { @.blackfeather } Warrior No relative bloodlines, relationships, admirations. Possible siblings or half-siblings with Nettlebite?
{ Halfface } A wiry, rugged tabby she-cat white a white throat and underbelly. Her sigular good eye is a simplistic green. The right side of the she-cat's face has no eye, and, half an ear, along with a missing fang. She is very masculine female, most times be mistaken for a tom. She had a quick, sharp tongue and will put anyone in their place no matter their rank. She's aggressive, mean, rude, snarky, and will gladly claw your ear instead of bat it. She's a harsh, strict mother figure, but does very well in taking care of other cats. Despite her cold, harsh exterior, she's a proud, motherly cat. She used to be a fine tuned, strong-willed warrior with a big heart for other cats, yet, after losing her first, and last litter, along with half her face to an eagle, she became the cat she is today. Ashamed by her loss in such a battle, she distanced herself and now lives her life as a medicine cat, keeping herself from the love of others and her clan. { @.blackfeather } Warrior Peakkit (Tom; Deceased), Lightkit (Tom; Deceased), Skykit (She-cat; Deceased) Could she be the medicine cat? If not, I can keep her as a warrior or elder and edit out the medicine cat part.
{ Bluestorm } A blue and white tom with gorgeous turquoise eyes. His fur is a bit shorter than other clanmates, yet his figure is quite tall and large. Half the height of a coyote, and from tail tip to nose, a little over half a fox-length. He holds a very reckless and boastful nature. He enjoys showing off and stores the attention of other clanmates. He's a bit egotistical and may seem narcissistic, yet, in truth, it's just him covering his insecurities. As a kit was tall, lanky, not your usual cat for his type of clan. He was teased and called kid legs, as he stumbled more than a newborn ram kid. After years of the insults, he trained harder than most and became a bit rude. He swelled his own pride with inspiring mantras in his mind, and he grew quite strong. Yet, at times he can become clumsy or awkward when around what he feels to be someone he can truly trust. He can't stand the thought of someone now liking him or being able to tolerate him, yet, he finds it hard to trust others. He rarely allows himself to be tied down to anyone, as he feels he should leave before they do. He's one of the younger warriors in the clan, but, with some more training he could have real potential. Yet, that won't stop his reckless and idiotic sense of jumping head first into situations without thinking. It's a wonder he's still alive with how many times he's been pure in near death situation. { @.blackfeather } Warrior No relative bloodlines, relations, admirers No role requests, questions.
{ Glowkit/paw } A sleek whitish creme colored she-cat with a smokey face and a few clumps a even darker grey stripes. Her eyes are a soft blue, similar to that of the morning sky. Her body could best be described as a moving river, flowing and smooth. Unusual for a cat of her clan, her strength is not as visible as most. Her hind legs are the strongest part of her body, and she is much more agile than most clan mates. She can slip through rock crevices easily, and is a bit more stealthy than the others. Yet, with this she lacks an urge of battle. She'd rather spend her night's gazing at the stars and thinking of the ancestors instead of fighting. She holds a peaceful mindset and is quite a kind cat as well. She holds a well formed memory, and is a bit of a buzzkill to some cats at times. Her loyalty is, however, unwavering and true. She had a bit of a quieter demeanor, and can easily be forgotten at times because of this. It's as if she just fades into the background. In her heart, she holds some romantic daydreams, but keeps them as daydreams. She's oblivious to most romantic pursuers. At times she may spend time with the medicine cat and their apprentice for fun. { @.blackfeather } Apprentice or Kit No relative bloodlines, relationships, etc. Could she be the kit, or younger sibling of Shadowstar? They hold a few similar attributes.
Let me know if I missed anything! I've been working on these kids for a while ^^
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 16:53:53 GMT -5
(I love taloncall as a sibling of nettle! they work great. and preferably apprentice for glow as we don't currently have any queens for her.)
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Post by Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 16:56:28 GMT -5
((Awesome! Hmm, so that's a no on her and Shadowstar being related? As, if she was a kit, then I meant as Shadowstar's later on.))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 17:01:24 GMT -5
(oh I understand! yeah that's absolutely fine in that case bf sorry for misunderstanding! would you prefer an apprentice now or one of the prophecy kits? if the latter, which one?
and you're welcome to rejoin with wolf, but would it be possible to please change the name? as wolves are sort of sacred here so it would be like naming a kit Jesuskit)
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Post by Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 17:03:52 GMT -5
((Probably the eagle kit if that's alright ahhh thank you ^w^ can't wait to get this started))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 17:06:20 GMT -5
(awesome, no worries!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2018 17:19:09 GMT -5
(I like Thistlepaw!)
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Nov 18, 2018 17:41:16 GMT -5
{ Thistlepaw} Thistlepaw is a bit of a strange sight in a clan full of large, burly cats. She's a tiny grey-brown she-cat who, though more than two moons past the age to be there, looks as if she should still be in the Nursery. Her fur, while quite thick, is sort, scruffy and unkempt looking. It is also badly marred on her right side by several long, jagged scars that, while mostly healed, still look quite painful. Her eyes are a deep, serious grey-green and seemed to be always glaring at the world around her. Thistlepaw is a prickly, anti-social little thing with a loyal and loving heart underneath her rough exterior. It takes a while to dig through the walls she's brought up around herself after her mentor's death but, if managed, she is a very attentive and supportive friend. She does have a bad habit of being too stubborn with a bad habit of refusing to admit when she's wrong. Thistlepaw suffers from incredibly bad nightmares at times, often leaving her tired and snappish. Most in the clan seem to understand, after she has had two close brushes with death in her short life. Thistlepaw was born to an unusually large litter of seven. She was the runt and seemingly the weakest. However, her other siblings all died withing the next two days, leaving the tiny kit surrounded by others who had no hope that she would survive. But the impossible happened and Thistlepaw clung to life with a stubborn determination and strength that saw her claw her way to health with the help of the current Medicine Cat, only to end up clinging to life once more as an Apprentice. Thistlepaw started her training as a Warrior Apprentice, but she and her mentor were attacked by particularly vicious fox who managed to kill her mentor and left a badly wounded Thistlepaw for dead just a moon into her training. She was found and nursed back to health, but switched to training as a Medicine Cat, finding out that she was naturally suited to the job.{ Lycaonia }
Medicine Cat ApprenticeShe's open for any family except litter-mates and is most definitely not interested in romance of any kind. Ever. Thistlepaw is a little over 8 Moons old. Her first mentor was a young Warrior named Stoneclaw. { Iceheart } Iceheart is a tall, lithely muscled she-cat with a vicious gleam in her bright amber eyes. Her fur is short, but thick and just barely shows off the rippling of strong, well-developed muscle underneath. Iceheart has many scars from her time as a Warrior. Most are hidden under her pelt, but a set of claw-marks close to her left eye stand out. She tells kits that she got them killing a mountain lion all by herself but this is, of course, nonsense to entertain them. Iceheart is cold to most, with a threatening edge that tends to scare others off from bothering her unnecessarily, though she doesn't always mean it to. For all her frosty exterior, Iceheart is incredibly loyal and protective, with a warm heart and a loving soul. She adores kits and wishes for some of her own. Her scars can ache some on particularly cold days, leaving her grumpier than usual. Iceheart had a pretty normal kittenhood for a cat in PrecipiceClan. Born to parents that loved her, she did well in training and became a Warrior with little fuss. She's had more than a few scraps with predators due to her bad habit of throwing herself in the way of danger to protect her Clanmates. { Lycaonia } Warrior Open for Bloodlines, Relationships, etc. Iceheart is just about 33 Moons old. { Needlestrike } Needlestrike is quite a typically-built tom for his clan - Big, heavily muscled and with thick, silver, tabby-marked fur. He has sharp yellow eyes that always seem to be analysing the world around him. Needlestrike can look very intimidating at times with a varied selection of scars and claws that are both longer than most and incredibly sharp. He's not a great hunter, though he can get by, but really excels in fighting. Needlestrike is a quiet, serious tom for the most part, but doesn't usually disagree with having a bit of company. He get along with most of the other cats in the clan, with an affable nature that means he rarely causes any fuss or disagreements. His worst vice is his ability to hold a grudge. Neddlestrike is hard to annoy or offend, but when it happens he will hold the grudge for years until he thinks he has suitably punished the one who wronged him. Needlestrike's history is rather plain. He was born to a mother who loved him and a father who had done her a favour because she hadn't wanted to take a proper mate, but wanted kits. Though he was distant, Needlestrike could tell his father loved his kits and never had a problem with his parent's arrangement. Named for the way his fur seemed to stick out all over the place as a kit, like pine needles, he was an accomplished Apprentice and is now a strong and dedicated Warrior. { Lycaonia } Warrior Bloodlines, Relationships, etc. Dark Ally.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 18, 2018 20:39:31 GMT -5
{ Dawnthief } { 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ } For being the deputy of PrecipiceClan, Dawnthief isn't a hulking form of physical prowess one might expect. This tom is rather slender, his muscles built for long distance running, making him a great hunter. Though, his intelligence in battle tactics make him a comparable fighter as well. This tom is a Turkish Angora, with a smokey black pelt with grey coloration around his long furred mane, his arms, sketches around his face, and the tip of his fluffy tail. He has long, course fur that he keeps impeccably clean, showing the tom values his appearance. His eyes are a murky mix between golden and green. He has sharp, pointed features, making his face look triangular, and his nose is black. Dawnthief was born a Golden Child, the only son of the former PrecipiceClan deputy, Hailfang, and warrior, Sealfur. From the day of his birth, Dawnthief was showered with attention and love from not only his parents, but his clan mates as well. This tom has had nothing but positive reinforcement all his life. Growing up, he had a very normal history, working through his apprenticeship with ease, and proving to be a capable warrior. Around the clan, cats regard him as a cat that can get the job done, and who never backs down from a challenge. It's almost boring how much of a great, dependable warrior he is on the surface. Nothing about him seems to challenge the norm, he follows the rules, he does what he's told. But, there is another level to Dawnthief that he keeps mostly hidden from his clan mates. For starters, and this being the most noticeable to those around him, Dawnthief is a narcissist. Self obsessed, relishing in his own beauty, refusing to acknowledge his faults, adoring the praise from his clan mates. He really does think that he is just so much better than the rest of his clan mates, this in turn makes him very unsympathetic to others plights. Secondly, Dawnthief is addicted to ambition. He is never satisfied with where he is, he is always striving to reach more power, as more power equals more fame, which equals more love from those around him. Given his self absorbed nature, Dawnthief has little morals, and will not shy away from *anything* that will give him more fame. To put this all simply, Dawnthief has a God complex. He believes that he has total order over how others lead their lives, because of his position. All of his traits make him quite immature, actually, though he acts like he is a mature, and strong warrior. But for everything he knows in battle tactics and leading, Dawnthief knows nothing about discipline, about boundaries, about morals. He is a spoiled brat, who grew up his whole life having the world handed to him on a silver platter, and yet he still was never satisfied. He always wanted more... Deputy Parents were Hailfang and Sealfur. Not open for siblings. Is open to a mate, and needs one for plot purposes~ Anything Else, i.e. role, requests, questions etc. Reference Link
{ Juniperleaf } Please write a description of the character, remembering to include their appearance and personality, and if you feel it may be relevant their hstory. There is no minimum length for this, but where I feel it is too lacking, I may request that you extend it. { 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ } Warrior Bloodlines, Relationships, etc. Anything Else, i.e. role, requests, questions etc. Reference Link
{ Snowyfluff } One couldn't pick a better name to describe this molly, she really is just a pile of fluffy snow. Snowyfluff carries the massive, thick furred, and muscular build expected of a PrecipiceClan. In fact, most of everyone in her family line does. Because of this, it's assumed that Snowyfluff and her family descended from the original blood line of the clan. Snowyfluff gloats about this often, even though she doesn't know if it's really true. She has pure white fur, not a single other color touching her coat. She has fluffy, round features with bright green eyes, vibrant, and full of excitement. Her tail is very long and fluffy. This warrior is an adrenaline junkie, and a kit at heart. She didn't seem to be born with any sort of limitation of fear, jumping into things recklessly and getting herself, or other hurt, and when questioned about it later she explains it was all for fun! There is no restriction in her mind as to what she can and can not do, or should not do. This type of mischief has gotten her in heaps of trouble before, but she never seems to learn from her mistakes. She enjoys the thrill, she enjoys being on the edge! This molly constantly has to be doing something, she is not the type of person you'll see laying around camp waiting for something to happen. If she wants something done she does it herself. She doesn't seem to listen to advice, lending her a level of stubbornness that can be infuriating to deal with. Snowyfluff is very opinionated, and has the guts to speak her mind, even when the ends are against her. She cares deeply about those around her, and takes pride in the responsibility of keeping her clan safe, but in all honesty it is the responsibility that also terrifies her. Snowyfluff can't seem to grow up and act her age, and she fears that one day that will come around to smite her in the end. Her sister is Lightweave, who she is very close to, and her nephew is Glacierpaw, her pride and joy. Snowyfluff is rarely ever not seen with the tom, who she considers her closest friend. Though, as expected, she is always getting him in trouble. { 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ } Warrior Sister is Lightweave. Nephew is Glacierpaw. She is not interested in finding a relationship. Reference Link
{ Lightweave } Lightweave is a fragile, slender molly, looking much like a porcelain doll, precious and worth protecting. This shecat carries the fluffy pure white coat expected of a PrecipiceClan cat, a color variation that hardly strays from her family line. One would thing it would be hard to tell her apart from her son, or her sister, but Lightweave is very easily recognizable by her clear golden and blue eyes. They are cloudy with blindness, but though this shecat can't see a thing, her eyes carry so much understanding, as though she can see right through you. Lightweave's fur is very thick and course, she keeps it well managed and fluffy. She has soft, rounded features and a very long, fluffy tail. She has small paws, a small build, not great for fighting - and her blindness makes her a terrible, clumsy hunter, though she still posses the ability to. But, Lightweave barely does any of these things, instead Lightweave find joy in being a mother. After finding her love in the warrior, Nettlebite, Lightweave gave birth to her first litter of kits, she only had one, a son named Glacierpaw. Quickly after her son was born, Lightweave was already expecting another litter. The molly is a natural born mother, she is compassionate, and has patience in heaps. Her demeanor is calm, and wise, although she doesn't talk much, she knows more than she lets on. Lightweave no longer has the pep and enthusiasm for warrior hood, or the impassivity of wonderment of life, like her sister, Snowyfluff. Instead, this mature shecat has found solace in the little things of life. Her only goal is to care for her children, and guide them through kindness and compassion to one day be great warrior for PrecipiceClan. She isn't as protective as one might expect, instead she believes that her children learn best by learning through their mistakes. She isn't the one to be suspicious of anyone her children might fall in love with one day either. The only thing she'll rip your head off about is if you hurt her children, then and only then is a wrath in Lightweave unleashed. It is easy to stay on this queen's good side though. She is the mother of Glacierpaw, and soon to be, Sleetkit, Cloudykit, and Thornkit. { 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ } Queen Sister is Snowyfluff. Mate is Nettlebite, kits are Glacierpaw, (soon to be) Sleetkit, Cloudykit, and Thornkit. Anything Else, i.e. role, requests, questions etc. Reference Link
{ Glacierpaw } Please write a description of the character, remembering to include their appearance and personality, and if you feel it may be relevant their hstory. There is no minimum length for this, but where I feel it is too lacking, I may request that you extend it. { 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ } Apprentice Mother is Lightweave. Aunt is Snowyfluff. Anything Else, i.e. role, requests, questions etc. Reference Link
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Post by collided on Nov 19, 2018 2:05:20 GMT -5
(Hey. So is the new clan then, eh? Seems like I can't use Stonepool, but oh well. Could I claim The Wolf kit and some of the light-allied exiles? I'll think over which characters I might include or edit to fit this clan.
Out of curiosity, since the Dark Forest cat believe food can be found off the mountain, does this mean the exiles are forced off the mountain to see if cats can survive there now?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 19, 2018 2:44:53 GMT -5
(sorry colli, hope that isn't too much of an inconvenience for you! but you would be more than welcome to claim the wolf kit!!!
that is a potential plot idea! I was waiting until someone joined with the dark forest leader to properly flesh out motivation for such things. It could be as simple as them thinking cats thrown from the mountain will die, but there could be other reasoning )
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Post by collided on Nov 19, 2018 3:10:07 GMT -5
(Oh, it's okay. I found another new clan for him. Luckily I save all my characters for reuse. Thanks for letting me have the Wolfkit. Feel free to pick a name, even a color based off the parents. Kits are pretty much blank slates, and I focus on personality more than anything. That makes sense. I might actually have to play an eeeevil character for once, help get things rolling here lol. I'm hoping the Dark Forest cats I made for OakClan will come in handy. May have to think up an alive cat who is like lawful evil. They think they're just fixing a wrong against the Warrior Code, but in actuality are helping something awful grow in their clan... Hmmm.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 19, 2018 3:32:52 GMT -5
(thats one of the main reasons I thought this plot might have interesting potential, not necessarily a black and white between good and evil, but more morally grey as the cats think they are doing the right thing.)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 19, 2018 12:10:56 GMT -5
(Eeyy! I don’t know how much I’m going to be able to be on today because I’m going to pick up a new car! ^w^ This is the first car I’ve ever bought, so I’m feeling reaaally nervous and like. I can’t even relay how excited I am! ;w; )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 19, 2018 16:26:37 GMT -5
(haha no worries, what have you got?)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 19, 2018 16:47:30 GMT -5
(I’m gettin a Toyota Prius 2018 c: It’ll be great to deliver mail out of, everyone else at my work has one and I have a tiny dinky old broken down car xD)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 19, 2018 16:51:33 GMT -5
(very posh for a first car!!! hope you enjoy it! my current drive is a 2016 vauxhall viva [vida?] I've not seen it in a month given I'm currently out of the country though XD my second car though, my first was a 2010 vauxhall corsa XD I don't have some strange loyalty to vauxhall for the record, just how it ended up)
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Post by collided on Nov 19, 2018 17:58:17 GMT -5
(Hey again. Let me know if these two are all right. I might add a third cat, the lawful neutral/evil cat, but I'd want them to be an easily-manipulated apprentice if that's okay. If anyone specifically wants him as their apprentice, to lead him--or her--astray, please let me know. Also if you want to be their parent or sibling. Same with all my characters tbh.) { Rainsplash } Rainsplash is a somewhat small she-cat, but lean and muscular with especially strong hind legs. With her round green eyes, small ears, and matchbox muzzle, she has a youthful appearance. She is chinchilla, having a silvery-white undercoat with black tipping. Her fur is plush and thick, often shimmery shiny. Due to her mountain habitat and the many snowy moons, she manages to do well as a huntress for her clan. Since most water in their territory is snowmelt, it’s rarely warm enough for swimming--or possible to find fish or any other water prey--but she treats these things as a decadence, always scouting in the warmest moons for a chance to take a dip or catch even a silvery minnow. Because of this, she is a better swimmer than many of her clanmmates. On the flip side, she is only an average fighter at least in part because of her smaller size. She tries to make up for it with agility and speed, but many of the threats on the mountain can only be handled with brute strength. Rainsplash is quite the optimistic cat, always trying to look on the bright side of things. She always tries to follow the Warrior Code and has a lot of respect for her elders and the ancestors in StarClan. She is quite sociable and prone to flirting, sometimes accidentally, because she’s just a bit too nice. She’s fond of kits, but she wants to fully prove herself as a warrior before she settles down with any tom. Otherwise she can be a bit gullible, wanting to go with the flow and follow those older than her, especially those in charge, because that’s what she’s been taught. She does have a strong moral code, but often she doesn’t know how to stand up for herself or others, often instead just shutting down or wanting to run away. She’ll battle a fox, but conflict between clanmates makes her want to hide in the warriors’ den. If you specifically go against her kin however, she’ll beat you around the ears. { collided } Warrior. I’m planning on her being a young warrior, maybe even a new warrior, so I’d be open to her having been mentored by one of the other older warriors. She could also maybe be Bluestorm’s sibling, trying to defend him from bullies when they were apprentices? { Hawkfeather } While PrecipiceClan’s cats are usually larger than average, Hawkfeather is huge. He weighs about as much as an adult fox and it’s all muscle. He is also long-furred, increasing his bulky appearance. His paws match, giving him a benefit when walking on snow. As is, his pelt is colored pale brown with darker brown mackerel stripes on the topside and his underneath is mostly white. He has intense amber eyes. Despite his intimidating appearance, Hawkfeather is a kind and downright jolly cat. Despite the struggles of the clan, he usually has a positive attitude and just wants to take care of his clanmates. He’s a bit of a jack of all trades: a good fighter and hunter, using his strength to his advantage. He, however, would be incredibly poor at running over any distance or attempting to swim. In regards to his past in the clan, he had pretty good luck. His parents were kind to him and insofar he’s managed to avoid too much tragedy in his life, besides the passage of older relatives to the stars. { collided } Warrior. I’m unsure who he could be related to, but possibly some shared blood with Halfface, Nettlebite, or Taloncall. I doubt he’s suited for Shadowstar, so as of now I don’t have a she-cat I’d think he’d pair well with. Or a tomcat. He’s not exactly picky, but he does love kits, so would enjoy some of his own.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 19, 2018 18:02:12 GMT -5
(welcome)
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