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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 17:01:46 GMT -5
Peaceful times have finally fallen upon RidgeClan. For the first time in a long time mothers may raise their kits without fear, elders may retire without worry for their next meal, and the idea of war becomes but a distant memory. We fought for it with tooth and nail, survival has often been an uncertainty, but now it is our reality. But the dark shadows that linger in our past, haven’t faded as much as our memories. There are those among our ranks who never new the war we suffered so long through, and there are some who do yet long for those times again, the glory we have since given up in the pursuit of peace. For this time the darkness won’t let go without a fight, and if it can’t have RidgeClan for its own, they won’t be so kind as to leave us standing a second time. If our history teaches anything, peace was never meant to last. But we will fight to the end for what we have achieved and to protect those we love. 1. General Rules. The Forum Rules are my rules, thus please follow them at all times when on the thread, if you have any questions feel free to direct them towards me, I’ll always be willing to help where I can! Otherwise, please remember to be kind and respectful to other members, and most importantly remember to have fun and enjoy yourselves! 2. Activity. Whilst 24/7 activity is by no means a requirement, I ask that you aim to keep your levels reasonable. For those who intend to join as a key character, i.e. a deputy, medicine cat, someone essential to the plot, etc, I ask that you aim to be on a minimum of four days a week to roleplay, otherwise three days is fine! If you need to be absent for an extended period of time please let me know and it won’t be an issue. 3. Plagiarism. The amount of time I have spent on this coding is ludicrous, so steal an inch of it and I will hunt you down have some very strong words for you. The same rule goes for anything on this thread, from the characters to the territories, etc, if it isn’t yours don’t take it in short. 4. Literacy. RidgeClan will be a literate clan, and the standard of roleplay I request of members will be a minimum of 6 lines per post, more is always welcome of course, however if you do not feel capable of achieving this, unfortunately this thread will not be the one for you. 5. Joining. I ask that on initial joining you please create a minimum of two characters, one of each gender, there is no maximum number of characters you may have, however, please try not to take on more than you can handle. For every two cats of other ranks you have you may join as one apprentice, to help ensure we don’t have seven warriors to five apprentices. So I know you have read my rules, include the phrase Rising from the Ashes somewhere in your form! 6. Characters. All members are allowed a degree of artistic license on this thread, thus perfectly accurate genetics are not a requirement, but don’t go overboard with bright purple fur or impossible eye colours, etc. A similar rule goes in terms of names, nature themed names that might not necessarily make sense in the context of this clan are fine, however nothing simply impossible, i.e. twoleg words our cats wouldn’t understand or anything along those lines. Mary Sues will not be accepted, and I reserve the right to ask that you change your forms where I feel they are overly perfect. 7. Bloodlines. Due to the nature of the plot, RidgeClan is meant to be an already established clan. Whilst this rule is by no means mandatory, it is preferred. Where characters of yours share similar traits with the characters of another member, please see if they could be related to some extent! The only thing I do ask is that you don’t join as members of your own family, mother/father and child is fine in some circumstances, but please don’t do this always. 8. Drama. Also known as my absolute favourite part of roleplaying, I don’t join clans to only do mundane things, so if you have exciting ideas please feel free to do them! There is no need to ask me about small things, i.e. border fights, romantic drama, etc, if anything I’ll pull up a chair and heat the popcorn. All I do ask is that you please don’t allow conflict with the main plot (i.e. don’t kill the main character by drowning him in a river) and that you involve as many others as you can! Name. Write a paragraph describing your cats looks, personality, etc. Try to make it at least 6 lines long. @screenname Rank Relationships Anything Else
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 17:04:03 GMT -5
Having both open running space and heavily forested areas in reasonably ample amounts, meaning we are a clan offering much variety in terms of build and size, as both ends of the spectrum have the ability to be successful within RidgeClan. where we become more narrowed down is in terms of colourisation, namely made up of darker coated cats, commons colours seen on pelts here are shades of grey, browns, blacks and reds, with patterns being a predominant feature as to best help with lending in with the land around us.
The history of our clan is not a happy one. String of cruel leaders loyal to the dark forest left the clan on the brink of extinction from incessant warfare, had it not been for the efforts of the revolution, lead by our current leader, the daughter of our last leader, we would likely still be in a similar state. Many of our cats remember these times, where elders went hungry and kits were killed for signs of weakness, and would do almost anything to never go back to it. But the newer generations don’t remember the pain we suffered for so long, and the tantalising offers of the dark forest cats looking for a way in once more are increasingly tempting. Blossom Lake. One of the more beautiful features of our territory, it is a medium sized lake, named for the blossoming trees that border its banks. A prime spot for the apt fishers within our ranks, it is home to a variety of toads, frogs, water birds as well as of course fish. It is featured at the foot of the mountainside we inhabit, and is considered the southern border.
Fern Grotto. The main entrance to the many caverns creating an underground network for the clan. It’s enttance is rendered nearly invisible by the great amounts of foliage all but covering the area. Known namely for the bats and rats that inhabit the looming darkness, it is used mostly as a connector between the above and, rather than a hunting ground.
Howl Meadow. Whilst the reason for its name has long since abandoned the area, it is a large Meadow inhabiting the land beside the lake, known once for the population of wolves who once utilised it as hunting grounds. Whilst bears occasionally make a home here, it is largely a rare occasion thus not a particularly dangerous area. It is a great hunting ground for those fond of rabbits and mice. A small herd of deer can be regularly spotted in the area.
Lone Oak Point. The second highest point of our territory is marked by a single tree atal ost it’s perfect centre, surrounded by a small amount of grassland. It’s portance is found within the roots, a small stone structure marking the clans connection with StarClan. Hunting in this area is forbidden on the grounds that the area is sacred, a tradition abandoned in the moons during Hollowstar’s reign, but has since been taken up once more. Midnight Peak. Our tallest piece of territory by quite a ways, every part of our territory can be surveyed from this area with relative ease, without even the darkest of midnights truly preventing this. Since the time of the Starless night, a guard has been posted every night to keep a careful gaze on both the grounds and the skies for a similar occasion, undoubtedly a sign that war is returning to our lands once more.
Phantom Ridge. Originally a nameless area, it is the landmark for which our clan is known, and was the centrepiece of a bloody battle many moons ago. It is a simple Ridge breaching across the majority of the territory, bordered with steep drops beside the well worn paths. Here the final battle of the first war took place, and is an area of many dark memories for much of the clan.
Rushing River. Whilst not a particularly deep river, the waters of this river are so quick rushing it can be the doom of even the strongest of swimmers. A key landmark for the crossing from one area of the territory to another, fortunately it is bridges by a dead tree providing a bridge between the two pieces of land, thus making swimming in the area unnecessary.
Owl Woodland. The hunting ground of a large pair of tawny owls, whilst rarely offering our clan much of a threat, during hungry leafbare it isn’t unheard of for them to attempt to steal a passing apprentice,bthus caution in the area is advised. Otherwise, the area is known for its population of squirrels and other small mammals, providing a good hunting source for the clan.
Sunset Marsh. A spacious piece of wetland marking the other side of the Blossom Lake to the Meadow, though caution should be considered given the unstable nature of the ground underfoot, it is a beautiful area perfect for watching the sunset from. Home to similar animals as the Blossom Lake, it is a popular place to teach apprentices the art of swimming.
Thundering Falls. The border of our lands in The mountainous areas of RidgeClan territory, it is a small lake marked with multiple waterfalls tumbling down from the cliffsides, the water is clear but deep. Providing a great place for hunting small animals that venture here for water, as well as the fish inhabiting it’s pools. Situated within the eastern most cavern within the mountains, it isn’t a fully covered area, sloping upwards into an above area, meaning it’s dens are reinforced against the weather. A small waterfall inhabits the western side of camp, its pools offering the cats inside a source of water, and its fresh kill pile is located within a rocky outcropping of the cliff walls. Leader’s Den. Crafted from a tumble of rocks found within camp following a landslide, they have been manoeuvred to create a small but comfortable den for our leader. Medicine Cat Den. Built within the walls of camp, it’s entrance covered in a healthy amount of moss to provide coverage and privacy. Warriors Den. Similar to a fox earth or bear den, it is crafted into the sloping land out of the camp, creating a spacious den for the clans warriors. Apprentice’s Den. A small oak tree marks the eastern side of the camp, within the roots of which the clans apprentices make their homes. Nursery. Mothers and their kits are offered a place to raise their kits within an elevated hollow cave within the wall of camp, bordered by a small ridge to prevent escapees. Elders Den. Those who retire from service to the clan may make their nests within a lengthy thicket that borders the walled edge of camp.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 17:05:33 GMT -5
Copperstar. Elegant and slender, this is a small but well muscled young shecat, she was a beautiful cat before war took much of her kithood from her. Now she is marked with scars across the length of her body, the result of being raised to kill and little else, as much of her clan once were. Marked with a sleek and silky pelt of pale brown tabby fur, she is accents by markings of creaming white and pale brown all across her body. Her eyes is where she gains her late earned name, a beautiful shade of rich amber. Copperstar is a strong willed brave young cat, lacking natural strength due to her smaller size she has learned to make up for it by using speed in place of strength and has so far made reasonable prowess. She is a cat lead by her morales, unmoving when it comes to what she believes is right. Copperstar is a cat seemingly unaware of her status of leader, more than willing to throw herself into a battle before putting another at risk, she would never allow a cat to go somewhere she wouldn’t dare to herself first. In truth this is an insecure young cat thrust into leadership at a young age, the idea of following her father’s pawsteps, the idea of becoming a mother is a terrifying one, having never had a parent figure in her life. A nameless cat for the first moon of her life, she was born so small her father refused to allow her mother to name her thinking she wouldn’t live more than a handful of days, something that almost came into fruition were it not for the fact this is one of the most determined fighters you would ever meet. She was a key figure of the rebellion that brought peace to her clan, but her dreams are still tortured by the ones she lost, and the cat she used to be. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Sunpatch. This tortoiseshell molly is the size of an apprentice who just made their way out of the nursery, and it's unlikely she will grow any further. She has short, easy to maintain fur and her eyes are a murky yellowish-green. Her ears are very large, about twice the size of a normal cat's ears, she is able to hear from very far away distances. Dwarfed in comparison to the size of her clan mates, it's easy to look down at Sunpatch as not being your equal. She is half clan born, daughter of the once heroic, though later in life, looked down upon warrior Hazefall, and pampered mother, Princess. Hazefall took his kits to Ridgeclan to live as warriors, and ever since she was old enough to be weened, Sunpatch had never again seen her mother. Sunpatch grew up living a very disciplined lifestyle, with little in terms of family values, or affection. Her relationship with her father was one of respect, and fear, as he held a very high standard for his children, and often had an air of disappointment, or even disgust in their slightest failings. Her upbringing has made Sunpatch a very serious cat, with little understanding about emotion. She is very stand offish in social situations, not coming across as particular rude, but rather being very awkward and silent. She has a very no nonsense, to the point attitude, which can be a detriment as well as a blessing. Her straight forward way of thinking makes her a great leader, she is quick to find solutions to problems, and great at directing others. But such acts leave little time for self-care, or even what some would call 'a social life.' If she's not currently working, she's looking for something to keep her working. She takes a small comfort in having a schedule, and always following that schedule - though it leaves her no time to bond with family, or establish an outside relationship. Sunpatch works so rigorously to earn the respect of her clan mates, and likely to follow on the footsteps of her now deceased father. One of her idols is the clan's very own leader, Copperstar, who senses potential in Sunpatch and took her under her wing as an apprentice. The molly's passion for her clan quickly rose her to the ranks, and she was appointed to deputy after the previous deputy fell ill. Although still very young, Sunpatch is anything but childish. She lacks the wisdom of those later in their years, but makes up for it with a unparalleled desire to do right for her clan. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Sagegaze. Sagegaze is a pretty silver she-cat with slightly darker marbling throughout her fur. Her fur is short and almost always shiny and clean, her thin small frame very clearly visible. Her eyes are a very pale green color which is where her namesake comes in. As far as personality goes she was born to be a mother but chose a different path, she cares for the clan like they were her own kits. Her voice is soft and calming, she is always gentle with her patients and pretty much anyone. Growing up she always knew she wanted to be medicine cat but the spot was already filled when she was born. She'd been born in the middle of the fighting so the spot opened up after she'd had some battle experience leaving her with a few scars. She is prone to high-stress levels and when she is stressed she changes fully, she gets snappy, sarcastic and short-tempered with anyone and everyone who bothers her. inky Willowpaw. The she-cat is a tabby - her fur being primarily light gray with the stripes adorning it being only slightly darker. Her large, owl-like eyes are a soft shade of green - much like the leaves that begin to lose their brightness as one of the first signs of leaf-bare. The ends of all of her paws, along with her underbelly is white, though she’s built smaller than the majority of her Clanmates. In short, Willowpaw is very kind. The tabby considers herself very social, though when she gets upset, she tends to shut off, and instantly goes to be alone. She's skilled in holding her tongue, and as a result, comes off as very sweet to her Clanmates. Willowpaw tends to stray from quarrels - fighting and seeing others practice it upsets her to no end. Although she’d never admit it, the she-cat is very ambitious. She aims to be one of the best medicine cats RidgeClan has ever seen, though if it came down to earning that title or helping a Clanmate, she’d pick helping her Clan every time. She has a close tie with StarClan, and admittedly, sometimes feels closer to her ancestors than her Clanmates. Overall, she’s just a young cat trying her best to improve in her craft. In the grand scheme of things, she’s unaware of Cloudpaw’s feelings towards her. She’s always known her becoming the medicine apprentice may have upsetted her - after all, she had often seen the white she-cat poking around in Sagegaze’s den. She’s blind to the other apprentice’s sheer hate of her, though in her nature, she tries hard to warm up to her further than she thinks she already has - after all, she considers Cloudpaw to be a kindred spirit. rose
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 17:07:30 GMT -5
Adderfang. A handsome, lean, well-muscled solid chocolate tom with leaf green eyes and a slight over bite, giving him the appearance of having fangs. Adderfang comes off as kind and laid back who wants nothing but the best for his clan, but this couldn't be further from the truth. During the daytime, Adderfang is leading or participating in patrols, conversing with his clanmates, attempting to woo his leader (for his own secret evil reasons) and trying to get his best friend, Kindlespark, to keep it in his pants. Once night falls, however, Adderfang stalks the dark forest, aiding in guiding the pawsteps of their new recruits. There is a soft side to this otherwise intelligent, charismatic, manipulative, secretive tom; kits. Adderfang absolutely adores kits and dreams of one day having his own. Thanks to his dark coat, Adderfang excels at hunting and, due to his - ahem - extra training, is a great fighter as well. Moth's Wish
BranchlegsBranchlegs is a very thin bodied tom with tabby patterned, short fur. His tail is short with a bulbed out ended and the tom himself gains his name from his long, spindly legs which make up more than half his height. He has darker black stripes on his front legs and his head is adorned with larger, thin ears that face to the sides most of the time. The tom has a wider muzzle and a dark pink nose and paw pads, along with medium length white whiskers like his father. A bit of ginger coloration shines through on the front of his shoulders and haunches, along with on his face. The tom has yellow/green eyes with a small bit of blue deep within them. This tom is a very fast and agile tom thanks to his longer legs, along with also being a great jumper. He enjoys hunting the most, having never been as good at fighting as his father was. Branchlegs is very kind and level headed, though is normally always moving around so to talk to him, you have to catch him first. Jekyll
Cedarblaze.
Cedarblaze is a sleek, short haired dark brown town with amber eyes. His tail is longer than an average cat’s, and the tip of his right ear, as well as his back right paw, is white. When viewing him from the left, a scar running down his flank is visible - though it’s mostly healed over now and only whispers of it remain. Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance, at heart, Cedarblaze is very sweet. He only wants the best for others, though the ways he shows it makes that fact difficult to understand sometimes. He doesn’t typically hold back on his criticism, though when he gives it, it’s always meant to be constructive. StarClan sits very close to the tom’s heart, and he often finds himself looking up to the stars for guidance - of course, he’s not a leader or medicine cat, and such things shouldn’t be necessary, but he prides himself on the thought that when he dies, he will definitely join his ancestors - and so, would be easily willing to lay down his life for his Clan. rose
Duskfall. Duskfall is a long-haired, lithe formed tom. He is mainly described as a neutral gray color, this being his base coat color. Along his face, his fur darkens, and his nose is a very dark gray. His chest and around his neck, his fur billows out like a mane, an the edges of said mane are pale gray, almost white. This tom has a smaller face with large, front facing ears, and narrow, pale green eyes. His paw pads are dark gray like his nose and he has short, gray whiskers as well. His paws are large, with long black claws, and the tom's tail is extremely long, turning black as it nears the tip. Duskfall is a very calm and level headed tom. He has a soft spot for kits and a deep respect for his leader and the elders. The tom wishes nothing more than to hold onto the peace the clan has now achieved, willing to do anything to make sure it is maintained. Jekyll
Emberblossom. Small and mostly un-intimidating, Emberblossom is a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat. The main color in her fur is black, in fact she has very little ginger in her fur. the bits that are ginger show up very brightly against the stark black. the few distint bits are two lines on her chest up to the lower have of her jaw, a big patch on her back and one of her toes and a few bit speckled here and there. Her eyes almost match the bright orange of in her fur and since most of her face is black the bright amber stands out and is about the only thing that makes her look like she'd hold her own in battle. Like her fur Emberblossom is a ball of fire, her temper is short and she almost always ready to fight. She is loyal to her last breath and would die for her friends. Often this leads to her not thinking when reacting to something, so her filter is basically not there. She is a hard worker and does what she can to help. Her sense of humor it what makes the temper and everything else seem not as annoying, she is sarcastic but is always lighthearted about it. inky
Embershard.
Lithe and set upon an athletic build, he is made for climbing and swimming as opposed to strength and fighting, but life has so far left little space for cats untalented in fighting so he has found his way around it. Marked with a coat of a dark russet red colour, he is striped with pale shades of ginger and white all across his body, intertwined with the many scars he has accumulated across his relatively short lifespan. He has eyes of a pale silvery blue colour, that seem capable of piercing the very soul of those he sets his gaze upon, which he would likely love to do where it among his arsenal of capabilities. Quiet and mysterious, this is very much a cat who prefers to watch from the shadows, he has no need to talk for the sake of it, more than willing to wait and analyse situations. Never one to use ten words where two would do just as well, he is a strong fighter but far from a team player. Despite his flaws, he is a loyal clan cat, and one should avoid questioning what he wouldn’t do for his clans and the ones he loves, no matter how few and far between they are. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Finchstripe.
Finchstripe is a socialite at heart. A kindly cat with a crooked smile, his sunny disposition tends to befriend others quickly. Generally charismatic, he will go out of his way to make someone feel comfortable around him, from sharing a meal to inviting them on a patrol. Although his large, muscular stature can be intimidating to others, he doesn't let it define him in his clanmate's eyes. Often, people can forget how intensely powerful he is until he gets really angry. Finchstripe sometimes doesn't even know his own strength, which is a bad mix with his quick temper that he can't always control. Finchstripe adores kits, and they adore him. Whenever he gets the opportunity, he visits the nursery to give the nursing queens a break while their kits jump all over his soft, cushiony fur. Finchstripe is a handsome golden-yellow cat with tabby markings and stripes. He has white paws and a pale underbelly. His green eyes give off a look of deeper intelligence than his actions do. Finchstripe can hold a grudge for a long time, and perceives small slights as personal attacks. He hopes to have a family someday, but does not want to compromise his loyalty to his clan. Dawnrise
Kindlespark.
As the name suggest, Kindlespark is a small flame that needs to be directed, guided, and cared for in order to obtain his full potential - but that potential is something to truly be feared. This boastful tom is white and light blonde with a harlequin pattern, making a majority of his long, silky fur a creamy white, while along his back is the bright brownish-blonde color. He has a long, bushy tail, and tufted ears. He has chocolate brown eyes, over all having a very beautiful coat, one expected to be on a female, if anything. He lacks muscle, but makes up for it in size - although he is not bulky, Kindlespark is a long limbed cat, with legs fit perfect for running long strides. He takes pride in his speed, stamina, and hunting prowess, but will quickly become deflated if asked to spar in battle. Kindlespark is so prideful that it can come across as very annoying at times. Self centered, ego maniacal, boastful, these are all just a few words to describe this determined cat. His self-serving personality can rub across as rude to others, and they wouldn't be wrong in thinking that. Kindlespark places himself above others, always taking into consideration his needs and goals before others. While this can be a detriment, it can also serve as a positive - it makes Kindlespark an ambitious, and determined cat. Once he sets his mind to something, he does it and he does it well. While his ambition doesn't push him to want to become leader, it DOES push him to want to become the most popular cat around. Kindlespark is a social butterfly, who thrives off of attention from others, and womanizing the molly's in the clan. He has a silver tongue and outlandish charm, these traits alone have made him at some point get together with many of the cats in the clan. But this tom is not one to be held down by commitment, the very thought is in fact, his biggest fear. Kindlespark doesn't allow himself to truly fall in love, instead, he receives an ill sort of pleasure in jumping from molly to molly. For all his negatives, there is at least a few positives. All he needs is to be guided in the right direction, surely with his fiery determination, he could do some good, couldn't he...? 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
Leafshine.
Pretty average sized she-cat , with medium length fur but the fur on her belly and under tail is longer then the rest of it. Her fur is a mixture of browns that range from rusty browns, soft browns , orange and dark brown tabby stripes. Her chest area leading up to her throat and around her muzzle with a small snip that reaches to about between her eyes and front paws are white. Her nose is a darker, dusty rose pink and green eyes. Leafshine is a rather down to earth cat and values the life that the forest gives them. She’s rather friendly and very kind, but can have an attitude from time to time. Always tries to stay positive and tried to see the good that can come from things. Although she is sweet, she can be very fierce when it comes to defending the things and ones she loves. MotherofSolace
Nightshade. A pure black tom, long and slender in build. His body frame is significantly thinner and much more willowy when compared to other toms, which enables him to excel at sneaking around and going unnoticed by others. He has alluring green eyes. Nightshade is content in solitude, but doesn't mind interacting with those who actively reach out to him. He is suave, politely so, appearing humorous and inviting, but may come off as suspiciously shrewd to his fellow Clanmates. Though he innocently claims to have nothing but affection towards his peers, his aloof actions and honeyed words may cause others to falter around him, either out of doubt or out of bewilderment. He has a sort of sincere insincerity to him, which keeps others dubious of his true self, whether he happens to be playfully cynical or truly trustworthy. He seems to pride himself on how mistrustful he appears, and pays no mind to rumors or whispers concerning his true intentions within the Clan. Nightshade is nonchalant in the face of danger, an attitude that is perhaps intended to invite even more hostility for himself, but he seems to thrive off of these negative emotions, instead using them to belittle his aggressor for his own amusement. Despite his seemingly toxic nature, he retains his manners and remembers to be respectful towards who he deems as important cats in the Clan, from aged elders to new queens, and most honorably, its strong leader. ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ
Peachtree. Elegant in words and appearance, Peachtree is as sweet as her namesake. She is an average-sized she-cat, but her long fluffy pelt tends to make her look larger. Her fur is a peachy color, with darker stripes of ginger and white alternating throughout. Her eyes are a light amber. With a penchant for dramatic flair, this she-cat is known for her flowery speech and her endearing gullibility - two qualities that define most of her personality. As distinguished as she may be, Peachtree is prone to being easily swayed by just about anyone, especially by her Clanmates who find her oblivious nature their source of amusement for the day. It isn't that she wasn't raised with sense, no, it's more of how trusting she is towards others, and how big of a heart she has, leading her to believe that one can do no wrong. Of course, she does occasionally rely on her instincts when what she perceives as a dubious situation comes up, so any cat plotting against her will find only a long lecture from her part, in which she thoroughly scolds them for taking her for granted. Because of her trusting nature, she's found it easy to become acquaintances with most of her Clanmates, and will show plenty of affection to those she considers close friends. Though she carries a fragile heart, Peachtree prefers to be seen as a refined, dignified she-cat of her Clan, able to soothe frenzied hearts and calm minds with her gracious words. ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ
Smallleaf.Smallleaf is a very small she-cat, being about the size of a an apprentice despite being over 30 moons old. She has short, tabby patterned gray fur. Along her tail, the tabby markings grow thicker and darker until it ends with a black tail tip. The she-cat has small, delicate paws and a thin muzzle with a bit of light gray along it. Her whiskers are long and white and her nose and paw pads are dark gray. The she-cat has very small, narrow ears, and wide eyes that are a pale leafy yellow hue. Smallleaf is an optimistic she-cat who enjoys chatting with anyone and everyone. Often times being found trying to have fun and forget about the past, in which she had lost many friends and her family. Jekyll
Snowleopard. Very pretty slightly off-white, possibly tan or maybe even considered a light brown, long-legged she-cat with darker brown rosetted tabby markings and soft hazel eyes. Having very recently been made a warrior, Snowleopard is still every bit as eager and energetic as she was during her apprentice days. She still happily finds herself learning new things every day and itches to get out and explore or serve her clan in some way. During any other season, Snowleopard is considered a fairly decent hunter, but during leafbare, and especially in the snow, is when she absolutely thrives as a hunter. During her common bouts of boredom, she doesn't mind teaching any apprentices hanging about a few things and is more than happy to keep the kits occupied should their mothers need a break. Because of her age and inexperience, Snowleopard is very naïve and can be easily persuaded by anyone with a silver tongue. In all honestly, she is willing to do anything is she believes it will benefit her clan and those she cares about. Moth's Wish
Stormthistle.
Muscled, his coat is thick only adding to his intimidating size, it is coloured in shades of dark brown and complemented with stripes of black and the occasional splash of white here and there, his gaze is made up of an icy blue colour. Bulky in nature, grumpy in attitude caring in demeanour, this isn’t what one would consider a particularly sociable cat, and that is not a title he especially cares about, he prefers to keep himself to himself, untrusting of the world around him after a lifetime of war. Whilst he harbours no issue in taking part in day to day clan life activities such as hunting and border patrols, he prefers to otherwise remain alone where he can. He saw his family destroyed during the reign of Hollowstar and he strictly refuses to allow himself to get close to anyone else, he has built up many walls around his heart, it would take a very persistent cat to be able to break them down.
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Stoneclaw.
Stoneclaw is a slightly above average Tom cat with a thicker muscular build. His fur is short and sleek with hues of grey with thinning black tabby stripes. Little bit of white on his upper and lower lip and right below his yellow eyes. Stoneclaw is a rather quiet tom whom only seems to speak when spoken to. In the shadows of the Clan, he’s usually in the known about what drama isn’t going on but has never gonna caught up in the middle of any of it, yet. And considering he’s a good listener most cats tend to dump all their thoughts and worries on to him. He prides himself in being there for his friends when they are in need and never backs down from keeping peace between those around him. MotherofSolace
Windchaser. Delicate would be an accurate description of this young shecat, small and elegant in a time before she might not have survived to adulthood, thus it was fortunate her mother birthed her in the aftermath of the clans war, a fact that likely saved her life. She is a pretty creature, her coat a patchwork of colours she is a dilute calico, meaning her coat is a mixture of greys, gingers, whites and a small amount of brown, even her eyes are colourful. Marked by heterochromia, meaning one eyes colours differs from the other, the left being a soft amber brown colour and the right marked with a deep ocean green colour. Sweet natured if not especially shy, she has a good heart and theoerssitence which make her a good warrior in spite being smaller than most. Swift footed and elegant, she can out manoeuvre most, but wouldn’t fare well in face to face combat or when cornered. She is a loyal friend willing to do whatever she can for a friend, however, she is not particularly good at making friends, though once she considers you one there are few things she wouldn’t do for you. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Acornpaw.Acornpaw is a larger she-cat, being bigger than the other apprentices and even some of the smaller warriors. She has a slightly muscled, very feminine form, with larger paws than normal, small, upright ears, and a smaller face with large eyes. She has a little pink nose, pink paw pads, long white whiskers, and white hair that sticks out of her ears. This she-cat can be mainly described as a brown tabby. Her tail is feathery, the hair growing longer the further down it goes. Her coloring also mixes, the tabby marks blending together as it reaches the tip of her tail, which is more of a acorn/chestnut brown, hence her name. She has white markings, counting a white muzzle, chest, underbelly, and paws. The white on her paws varies; on her front right paw, only the paw is white, while on her front left, the white goes up onto her leg a bit. On her back right paw, only the front half of her paw is white, while on her back left, the white goes up about half of her leg. Along her chest, though easily being more of her upper neck, the white curls around a bit, though doesn't reach the back of her neck. Her eyes can be described as a lighter amber hue, though not really pale or dark, being more of an in between, perhaps more of a neutral amber. Acornpaw is a very odd she-cat, though most of her oddness is just in her personality shifts. She has multiple personality disorder, meaning that she, well, has multiple personalities. She has named each one, though no one else knows that she has. There's Bubble, who is her nicest side. This personality is very upbeat and outgoing, always happy and very much a loose cannon. When she is this personality, Acornpaw will be very full of energy and normally found running around or at least fidgeting a lot, along with being very happy and nice to everyone no matter what. Another one is Mix, who is a mix really. Though Mix can be happy and nice, she isn't as energy filled, nice, and bubbly as Bubble. When Acornpaw is in this personality, she is calmer and more fixed on what she's doing, other than what she wants to do. She seems more grown when in this personality, having a mindset of an older warrior and so being a great person to go to for advice when she's in this personality. Her last notable personality would have to be Lovely. This personality is unlike any of her others and can be a bit, well flirty. When in this personality Acornpaw can be overly friendly. She will gives compliments, little pick up lines, and overall just be a huge freaking flirt to anyone and everyone. If she did have a crush, then there is a chance it would focus on them, but she does not so it's really just a free-for-all when she's in this state. There are other personalities, such as her mean side, sad side, etc. But those three are her most commonly seen. Jekyll
Bramblepaw.Bramblepaw is a large tom with a well muscled form, being a very good fighter even early on in his training. Like his sister, he has short, brown tabby fur. The fur along his tail is still short as well and the colors do not blend as his sisters does. He does though, have white markings, counting a white chest, neck, and chin. His front paws are white and about have of his back legs are white as well. The tom has some ginger coloring on his face and the bottom side of his underbelly. His whiskers are of medium length and are white as well, while his nose and paw pads are a deep pink and his claws are long and white. His eyes shine out a pale green hue, entirely different from his sister's amber eyes. Bramblepaw does not have multiple personalities though sometimes you may wish he did, so that you could get a break from his dark, more mean side. Bramblepaw is a very ambitious tom who is good at fighting, something that should make the others happy. The only thing is that he doesn't have a very good personality. This tom is very quiet and secretive, along with being exceptionally hostile and mean to others. Unknown to the clan, he has been visited by the Dark Forest in his dreams and they are trying to recruit the tom. Jekyll
Cloudpaw. A large, fluffy, snow white she-cat with ginger tabby points, ice blue eyes, a dark pink nose, and small, delicate paws. Ever since kithood, Cloudpaw had her heart set on being a medicine cat. She was well known for meddling in the Medicine Cat's den, poking around in Sagegaze's herb stores, before she became an apprentice. In the moon leading up to her apprentice ceremony, she tried her hardest to prove that she would make the best Medicine Cat Ridgeclan had ever seen. But, in the end, her efforts were for naught. Cloudpaw was utterly heartbroken when she was made a warrior apprentice and practically begged Copperstar to allow her to train to be a medicine cat, but the position was already filled. Heartbroken and bitter, Cloudpaw turned her back on anything to do with being a medicine cat and harbors a great deal of jealousy for Sagegaze's apprentice. None are spared from her sharp tongue and brutal honesty, save for Sagegaze, and she's now thrown herself completely into being a warrior. She takes her training very seriously but can still be seen playing and misbehaving with the other apprentices (ya'know, except for the medicine cat apprentice). Despite her new prickly behavior, Cloudpaw is can be seen having a soft spot for kits, the elderly, Sagegaze, any cat in need, and those she considers her friends. Moth's Wish
Eaglepaw.
A large fluffy tom who stands at least a head over most cats his age, he is an intimidating figure, to say the least. He is a brown tabby and the main colors in his pelt are two different extremes. The two colors the show most in his fur his pale tan majority color and the dark black stripes all over this body. There are bits of a reddish-brown color by his nose and chest. He has green eyes with speckles of amber throughout. Eaglepaw is a the big teddy bear you can think of, he is more than willing to fight for those he loves but he will try to find the peaceful way first. He is prone to literally bouncing around when he gets too excited, he just can't control himself. Though is at heart means well, his kit like nature can get him into trouble considering he has a hard time focusing on something for too long. Obviously, this makes hunting hard for him. inky
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 17:09:59 GMT -5
Silentshadow. Silentshadow is a very thin, lithe bodied she-cat, being the breed of an oriental shorthair. They have, as said, very short fur that is sleek and the color of the night sky. She also has a narrow face with a bulb shaped muzzle, and large, front facing ears with pink insides. Her tail is thin is and has a light bit of brown on the underside, more of the brown being seen slightly on the backs of her legs and paws. The she-cat has wide, oval shaped eyes and a triangular black nose, with black paw pads and long white claws as well short white whiskers. Her eyes shine a pale, yellow/green hue and her pupils are normally very narrowed and small. Silentshadow gained the name of Silentkit because of how little she speaks, not even mewling when she was born. To this day, the she-cat is normally very quiet, and because of this she is often times the one others go to if they just need to talk to someone. As she grew, it was found that because of her silent and her dark coat, she was gifted in stealth, often times scaring others as she popped up out of nowhere, gaining her the prefix shadow when she was made a warrior. The she-cat had fallen in love with Kindlespark shortly after being made a warrior and after a few seasons, began expecting the tom's kits. Her love for him as now vanished, replaced with hatred toward the tom as he wants nothing to do with the kits and has since stopped being her mate after finding out she was expecting. Jekyll Coalkit. Coalkit's fur as a youth is fluffy and short, being a gray hue that lightens around his muzzle. Being of the more average size among his siblings, the tom gained that of a condition, being different not in size but in his health. The tom was born weak, very weak, and it was found as he grew that he had under developed lungs and his heart followed suit. Along with this, the tom's nerves will act up at time, leading to him being a very twitchy cat. As he grows, the tom loses his fluffiness, trading it out for the sleek, smooth look that his mother has. His fur also darkens in hue and his eyes become their real color, being that of a beautiful blue that turns green toward the pupils. Coalkit is a very twitchy and shy kit, knowing fully well he's different and it will be harder for him because of it. The tom, once he gets to know you, is very nice and playful, enjoying any form of gams whatsoever. Jekyll
Drizzlekit. Drizzlekit is quiet big for a kitten, though perhaps that is just the sheer amount of fluff that surrounds her. This little tabby seems to carry more after her father's pelt, although they have different markings and coloration, they have the same long length of the fur, the same fluffy tail, and the same rich chocolate eyes. Drizzlekit is a brown tabby molly, with black mackerel tabby stripes, white accents around her muzzle, chest, underbelly, and pure white socks. Not only does she resemble her father more than her mother, Drizzlekit also acts more like her father. She has the same fiery confidence, the same elated ego, and ambition. Although Drizzlekit never knew her father, she connects very closely to her father figures, idolizing many of the warriors in camp. She always felt disconnected from her mother for some reason, not that she doesn't love her dearly, but Drizzlekit always sought after a male remodel. She is a tom-boy at heart, never wanting to take the time to make her fur look clean, she would rather roll in the mud with the boys. She has a raspy, tomboyish voice, and her confidence in social situations makes it easy for her to make friends. Drizzlekit is a leader, never wanting to follow the crowd blindly, she would rather storm her own path. Her fiery ambition has a tendency to get her into trouble, of which she is quick to try to lie to get out of. Her sense of morals is slanted, she is more driven by her own desires, and that means that she isn't against bullying others to get her way. Hopefully she grows out of this with time. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
Ivykit. Ivykit is a fluffy she-cat with a pelt of two colors, the darkest of black she earned from her mother and the purest white she gained from her father. Her pelt and general looks lean more toward her fathers, her fur is almost always wild thanks to its length but when she actually takes the time to groom it she is quiet regal looking. She is average in size but very fluffy making her seem a little bigger than normal. Her eyes are pale green with a bit of brown toward the center near her pupil. She is outgoing, a bit indecisive and much like her mother not the biggest talker right off the bat. Though, once you start a conversation with her good luck getting her to shut up. inky
Mistykit. Very much the runt of her litter, a trend which will stick with her for much of her life, she is a tiny creature. Slender and built for speed and swimming rather than strength, it is easy to underestimate her based on her size, but she knows how to keep herself safe. Quick footed and adapt at getting herself out of difficult situations, she is intelligent and brave, the need to prove herself intrinsic given the stories she's heard of the moons of war. She fears they will come upon the clan again, and find herself under threat by a similar regime. A smoke tortoiseshell, she has the markings of a classical calico masked by splashes of dark smokey grey all over her back and body. Paler during her youth, but only growing darker with every season she grows. Her eyes are a pale silver blue, ice like in shade entirely contrasting with the kindness in her heart. A sweet young shecat at heart, she is marked with a silver tongue she doesn't have the heart to use. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Halfgaze.Halfgaze is a large bodied tom, being bigger than most toms with a strong, sturdy form. He is a notable fighter and a greatly respected member of the clan, having been a seasoned fighter and a true asset during the warfare of the past. During this time, his name was Fastbreeze, as not only was he large and strong but was also nimble and quick on his feet. Despite this, the tom gained major injuries during his time of fighting, the most notable being the loss of his tail, the destruction of his right eye, and a large scar that goes down his left side. The tom's fur is short and easily described as being that of the average tabby in form of color and markings. A bit of ginger can be seen on the bridge of his nose and sides of his nose, while a bit of white is seen on his chin and under his nose, which is a dark pink like his paw pads. He has medium length white whiskers and long black claws, though several are missing. His one remaining eye is a yellow/green hue. This tom is still a very strong tom, despite constant pain from his missing eye and the wound on his side, something that never truly healed. He is a very wise and old tom, having been among the clan for many seasons now. He is always open to give advice and greatly enjoys telling stories to those who come asking for them. Jekyll
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 17:10:59 GMT -5
Owlsong. Owlsong is a small, thin bodied she-cat. She was the past medicine cat of the clan, having died during one of the battles while protecting an injured member of the clan, this being no one other than Halfgaze. The she-cat has short, cream colored fur and her legs, face, and tail are darker colored with dark brown, tabby markings. Her paws and tail tip are white and her muzzle has a little bit of ginger along it. The she-cat was a very loving and motherly she-cat, along with being a very respected medicine cat who was well loved among the clan. She was the mentor of Sagegaze. She died from a series of wounds, the worse one being a gash the went down her underbelly, which is what ultimately killed her. Jekyll
Aquapaw - A black and white tuxedo tom with murky yellowish-green eyes. Died of diagnosed illness. Alderfrost - Brown tom with white chest splash and brown eyes. Died from drowning. Lilybloom - Honey blonde molly with a white underbelly, and brown eyes. Died from badger attack. Asterpool. A large, lithe she-cat with thick white fur all over her body. She has blue points on her tail, paws, ears, and face which are the only spots of non-white besides her unusual purple eyes. Once a beautiful she-cat, her body become wracked with scars and sores over time, as she dedicated more and more energy into protecting her clan during the war against the Dark Forest. A shy and reserved soul, she possessed a secret talent for negotiation by paying close attention to the weak spots in a cat's personality. Her watchful eye also came in handy in battle, when she targeted the weakest points of her target, guaranteeing a kill. Her cold demeanor was offputting to others, and she didn't have many friends in life. When the old deputy died, Asterpool expected to be chosen to replace him. After all she had done for her clan, another, less experienced she-cat was chosen instead. Asterpool wouldn't listen to any of the reasons why, she was too furious. She devised a plan to get what she deserved, frame the new deputy for murder, of a young apprentice. She lured the tom out of camp and slaughtered him, but was caught and exiled. She died less than a moon later in the cold and wet of the mountains. Her crimes earned her a spot in the dark forest, where the vowed to get revenge on those who had wronged her. Dawnrise Oakenshade. Oakenshade is a large bodied tom who would have, at one time, been counted as a very handsome tom. His fur was long and colored a deep ginger, growing darker on his tail and underbelly. He has deeper ginger tabby markings on his forehead and legs, and has long white whiskers. His nose and paw pads were pink while he had long, white claws that are now stained with the blood of many. The tom's large, oval shaped eyes are a pale green hue. This tom is now a horrid sight. Dying from a sudden flash fire, the tom's body is scarred beyond recognition, a limp constantly present even with him being dead now. This tom is evil, more evil than even the worst of cats. He was a killer, one of the cats influenced by the dark forest. The blood of many stains his paws and his deeds stain his heart, keeping it dark and hollow and himself remaining darker than even the sky when the stars vanish from view. Jekyll
Hazefall - Jet black tom with murky yellowish-green eyes. Died during the great war.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 17:11:46 GMT -5
Mentors Windchaser mentors Eaglepaw. Emberblossom mentors Acornpaw. Stoneclaw mentors Bramblepaw. Finchstripe mentors Cloudpaw.
Families Emberblossom and Sunpatch are littermates. Kindlespark and Silentshadow are the parents of Coalkit, Drizzlekit, Ivykit and Mistykit. Acornpaw and Bramblepaw are littermates.
Mates Kindlespark and Silentshadow are ex mates. Stoneclaw and Copperstar are mates. Summary. The peaceful times that RidgeClan have fought so hard for were never made to last. For the Dark Forest is back, and they will do anything to take the clan under their control once more, and failing that will leave the clan left as nothing more than ruins and ash. Now able to possess the souls of those willing or young, and are slowly but surely taking over the clan once more, this time from the inside out.
Detailed Overview. The clan has begun to forget the hardships it went through, even those who were involved find themselves happy to forget in the joy of peace. With this the dark forest are taking the opportunity once more, tantalising those who don’t remember, or those who were willing to involve themselves before for the sake of their clan or more selfish wishes. Willing to forget, the clan rids themselves the rank of the Night Watcher, originally implanted to watch for the stars and the skies, the first indicator of war the first time being the stars vanishing from the skies. And by the time anyone notices it the second time, things appear to be too late. Copperstar, faced with war for the second time in her lifetime and now faced with a threat even greater than the first time. But this time she has more to lose, the love of her life and the kittens she now finds herself carrying. Torn between her love and her duty and the world around her ablaze, the dark forest threatens to take everything from her. She survived the first time, but now everything seems to be crumbling. Main Roles;Parts that need to be filled before the plot begins properly. Leader; Copperstar - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Dark Forest Leader; Open. Copperstars father, already passed. New Leader; Bramblepaw - Jekyll .
Other Roles; fun side parts, the whole clan will be involved but these are more important! Leaders Love; Stoneclaw - Stoneclaw - @motherofsolace. Leader’s Circle; Open - a handful of cat’s key to the last rebellion. x4. - Sagegaze; inky Leader’s Allies; Open - those loyal to Copperstar. Infinite available. Leader’s Kits - Open - self explanatory. - Unnamed; Jekyll Recruiters; Open - mix of dead and alive persuading cats to join. x3🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . Copperstar, Embershard, Stormthistle, Windchaser, Mistykit. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ . Sunpatch, Kindlespark, Drizzlekit. MotherofSolace . Leafshine, Stoneclaw. Dawnrise . Finchstripe and Asterpool. inky . Sagegaze, Emberblossom, Eaglepaw, Ivykit. Jekyll . Branchlegs, Duskfall, Smallleaf, Acornpaw, Bramblepaw, Silentshadow, Coalkit, Halfgaze. Moth's Wish . Adderfang, Snowleopard, Cloudpaw.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 17:12:31 GMT -5
This took an inhuman amount of time to finish, but it’s done and open!!! This was all done on my iPad (I’m a sadist) so if there are any errors please let me know!
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 21, 2019 18:34:26 GMT -5
Rising From the Ashes Sunpatch.
This tortoiseshell molly is the size of an apprentice who just made their way out of the nursery, and it's unlikely she will grow any further. She has short, easy to maintain fur and her eyes are a murky yellowish-green. Her ears are very large, about twice the size of a normal cat's ears, she is able to hear from very far away distances. Dwarfed in comparison to the size of her clan mates, it's easy to look down at Sunpatch as not being your equal. She is half clan born, daughter of the once heroic, though later in life, looked down upon warrior Hazefall, and pampered mother, Princess. Hazefall took his kits to Ridgeclan to live as warriors, and ever since she was old enough to be weened, Sunpatch had never again seen her mother. Sunpatch grew up living a very disciplined lifestyle, with little in terms of family values, or affection. Her relationship with her father was one of respect, and fear, as he held a very high standard for his children, and often had an air of disappointment, or even disgust in their slightest failings. Her upbringing has made Sunpatch a very serious cat, with little understanding about emotion. She is very stand offish in social situations, not coming across as particular rude, but rather being very awkward and silent. She has a very no nonsense, to the point attitude, which can be a detriment as well as a blessing. Her straight forward way of thinking makes her a great leader, she is quick to find solutions to problems, and great at directing others. But such acts leave little time for self-care, or even what some would call 'a social life.' If she's not currently working, she's looking for something to keep her working. She takes a small comfort in having a schedule, and always following that schedule - though it leaves her no time to bond with family, or establish an outside relationship. Sunpatch works so rigorously to earn the respect of her clan mates, and likely to follow on the footsteps of her now deceased father. One of her idols is the clan's very own leader, Copperstar, who senses potential in Sunpatch and took her under her wing as an apprentice. The molly's passion for her clan quickly rose her to the ranks, and she was appointed to deputy after the previous deputy fell ill. Although still very young, Sunpatch is anything but childish. She lacks the wisdom of those later in their years, but makes up for it with a unparalleled desire to do right for her clan. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Deputy (Newly Appointed) Copperstar was her mentor (if that's okay), brother was Aquapaw, open for a sister, mother was Princess (alive, though a kittypet), father was Hazefall. Open for a romantic interest.
Kindlespark.
As the name suggest, Kindlespark is a small flame that needs to be directed, guided, and cared for in order to obtain his full potential - but that potential is something to truly be feared. This boastful tom is white and light blonde with a harlequin pattern, making a majority of his long, silky fur a creamy white, while along his back is the bright brownish-blonde color. He has a long, bushy tail, and tufted ears. He has chocolate brown eyes, over all having a very beautiful coat, one expected to be on a female, if anything. He lacks muscle, but makes up for it in size - although he is not bulky, Kindlespark is a long limbed cat, with legs fit perfect for running long strides. He takes pride in his speed, stamina, and hunting prowess, but will quickly become deflated if asked to spar in battle. Kindlespark is so prideful that it can come across as very annoying at times. Self centered, ego maniacal, boastful, these are all just a few words to describe this determined cat. His self-serving personality can rub across as rude to others, and they wouldn't be wrong in thinking that. Kindlespark places himself above others, always taking into consideration his needs and goals before others. While this can be a detriment, it can also serve as a positive - it makes Kindlespark an ambitious, and determined cat. Once he sets his mind to something, he does it and he does it well. While his ambition doesn't push him to want to become leader, it DOES push him to want to become the most popular cat around. Kindlespark is a social butterfly, who thrives off of attention from others, and womanizing the molly's in the clan. He has a silver tongue and outlandish charm, these traits alone have made him at some point get together with many of the cats in the clan. But this tom is not one to be held down by commitment, the very thought is in fact, his biggest fear. Kindlespark doesn't allow himself to truly fall in love, instead, he receives an ill sort of pleasure in jumping from molly to molly. For all his negatives, there is at least a few positives. All he needs is to be guided in the right direction, surely with his fiery determination, he could do some good, couldn't he...? 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Warrior Unknown mentor. Father was Alderfrost, mother was Lilybloom. Open for siblings! Open for developing a romantic interest, and having Ex-mates.
Drizzlekit. Drizzlepaw. Drizzlecloud. Drizzlekit is quiet big for a kitten, though perhaps that is just the sheer amount of fluff that surrounds her. This little tabby seems to carry more after her father's pelt, although they have different markings and coloration, they have the same long length of the fur, the same fluffy tail, and the same rich chocolate eyes. Drizzlekit is a brown tabby molly, with black mackerel tabby stripes, white accents around her muzzle, chest, underbelly, and pure white socks. Not only does she resemble her father more than her mother, Drizzlekit also acts more like her father. She has the same fiery confidence, the same elated ego, and ambition. Although Drizzlekit never knew her father, she connects very closely to her father figures, idolizing many of the warriors in camp. She always felt disconnected from her mother for some reason, not that she doesn't love her dearly, but Drizzlekit always sought after a male remodel. She is a tom-boy at heart, never wanting to take the time to make her fur look clean, she would rather roll in the mud with the boys. She has a raspy, tomboyish voice, and her confidence in social situations makes it easy for her to make friends. Drizzlekit is a leader, never wanting to follow the crowd blindly, she would rather storm her own path. Her fiery ambition has a tendency to get her into trouble, of which she is quick to try to lie to get out of. Her sense of morals is slanted, she is more driven by her own desires, and that means that she isn't against bullying others to get her way. Hopefully she grows out of this with time. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ kit Father is Kindlespark. Mother is Silentshadow. Siblings are Coalkit, Ivykit, and Mistykit.
Deceased: Aquapaw - A black and white tuxedo tom with murky yellowish-green eyes. Died of diagnosed illness. Rank: StarClan Relations: Brother of Sunpatch, and open for more siblings. Mother was Princess. Father was Hazefall.
Alderfrost - Brown tom with white chest splash and brown eyes. Died from drowning. Rank: StarClan Relations: Mate was Lilyfrost. Son was Kindlespark, open for more kits.
Lilybloom - Honey blonde molly with a white underbelly, and brown eyes. Died from badger attack. Rank: StarClan Relations: Mate was Alderfrost, Son was Kindlespark, open for more kits.
Hazefall - Jet black tom with murky yellowish-green eyes. Died during the great war. Rank: Dark Forest Relations: Father of Sunpatch and Aquapaw. Mate was Princess. Open for more kits.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 19:33:15 GMT -5
Sorry for the poof; dozed off XD welcome Cac! Shall add in the morning
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 21, 2019 19:49:55 GMT -5
(Nice, you want to RP while I'm trying to come up with my male character?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 19:52:25 GMT -5
Unfortunately I’m going to bed relatively soon, but tomorrow for certain
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 21, 2019 19:53:13 GMT -5
(Alright no problem, have a good night, I should hopefully have that second character up before tomorrow.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 21, 2019 19:54:13 GMT -5
No worries, look forward to it!
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jul 21, 2019 21:01:08 GMT -5
( hello my sweet storm. I’ll be joining. Just might take a minute for me to get the forms together. Also I’d like to say before hand that your pass word is Raising from the Ashes just Incase I forget )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jul 21, 2019 21:42:03 GMT -5
Leafshine Pretty average sized she-cat , with medium length fur but the fur on her belly and under tail is longer then the rest of it. Her fur is a mixture of browns that range from rusty browns, soft browns , orange and dark brown tabby stripes. Her chest area leading up to her throat and around her muzzle with a small snip that reaches to about between her eyes and front paws are white. Her nose is a darker, dusty rose pink and green eyes. Leafshine is a rather down to earth cat and values the life that the forest gives them. She’s rather friendly and very kind, but can have an attitude from time to time. Always tries to stay positive and tried to see the good that can come from things. Although she is sweet, she can be very fierce when it comes to defending the things and ones she loves. Warrior no relationships unless anyone is open to anything. Stoneclaw Stoneclaw is a slightly above average Tom cat with a thicker muscular build. His fur is short and sleek with hues of grey with thinning black tabby stripes. Little bit of white on his upper and lower lip and right below his yellow eyes. Stoneclaw is a rather quiet tom whom only seems to speak when spoken to. In the shadows of the Clan, he’s usually in the known about what drama isn’t going on but has never gonna caught up in the middle of any of it, yet. And considering he’s a good listener most cats tend to dump all their thoughts and worries on to him. He prides himself in being there for his friends when they are in need and never backs down from keeping peace between those around him. Warrior open to relationships
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 22, 2019 1:46:54 GMT -5
Welcome Wander!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 22, 2019 2:34:49 GMT -5
Absolutely Inky, That spot will. Be reserved for you!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 22, 2019 2:43:27 GMT -5
Sounds Awesome to me! I look forward to checking them out!
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jul 22, 2019 3:04:38 GMT -5
( *cracks fingers* alright I’m rust as heck with rping but I’ve missed it ALOT. So I’m totally ready to start whenever someone else is )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 22, 2019 3:06:13 GMT -5
I’m in the process of throwing out some starters (working on the coding, my head might just explode so be patient with me XD) so feel free to reply to them; I’m sure you’ll be great!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 22, 2019 6:33:16 GMT -5
RidgeClan Camp, With Whom, Tags, CopperstarMorning broke over RidgeClan camp, but it’s leader had risen long before the sun breached the horizon. Perched amidst the foliage of the oak tree that made up the apprentice’s den, taking the opportunity of privacy and peace to bask in the early warmth. Enveloped in the safety of camp and alone in the treetops, it was easy to let the world speed past. A place where she could ignore her problems and forget the world around her. For a while it worked, evading her problems. Trying to ignore the fact that she had woken up screaming. Far from an uncommon occurrence nowadays, in fact the young leader couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept through the night. She didn’t complain, she didn’t protest, but life was beginning to take a toll on the scarred shecat. Memories of a time that now felt like a lifetime ago, crying kittens, starving elders and endless war, still refused to fade even so long after. It seemed the rest of her clan were managing to move on; forget even - But Copperstar was beginning to believe the lingering pain would never leave. Life moves on, but even her own efforts couldn’t persuade her. They had lost too much to over the moons of their tragic past for Copperstar to allow herself to forget. It felt like an insult to those who had fallen to forget their past in favour of the peace they now had. But it was achieved with lives and fangs and war. Copperstar wasn’t about to forget the bloodshed she’d seen, it had burned its way into the back of her memory, a thought she carried everywhere. She was almost grateful for the fact she was unable to forget, she could never forgive herself if she did. Pushing herself upright with a hefty sigh, she leapt from the treetops deftly and elegantly, th soft thud of her paws providing soundtrack to her careful movements. Stretching out with a yawn, forcing her morbid thoughts as far to the back of her head as she could manage. There was work to be done, she needed to spend her morning thinking of the living not the dead. Regarding the freshkill pile with a distainful look, a plump toad and a pair of juvenile rabbits. Hardly the offerings of a hearty breakfast; a fact that would quickly be changed if she had anything to do with it. Looking to the warriors den, tasting the air form signs of her deputy, but finding it mingled with the scents of her clanmates. Still sleeping it seemed, Copperstar shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t about to resent her clanmates for the sleep that evaded her. Moving around the outskirts of camp, contemplating for a moment who to bring with her for an early morning hunting patrol. It began to seem that a solo patrol would be her only option, her clan seemingly enjoying dreams still. Eliciting a soft sigh, she settled down to run a tongue through her silken coat. She’d wait a little while before resorting to a patrol alone. After the night she’d had, company would be appreciated. Life might move on, but that didn’t mean Copperstar had to. Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags, EmbershardSleep was a commodity, this was one of the common threads that had been ingrained into Embershard for the longest time, and it was something that had to be earned. The days before he had been rendered useless within the confines of the medicine cat den, having been brought done by a small injury to his hind leg. It had been a simple enough fix, merely a painfully twisted leg that needed rest for a couple of days,but to the proud warrior it might well have been a crippling wound. For a cat who had been raised in times of war, where every weakness was treated like a vermin to be exterminated, it was a hard habit to break for the older warrior, hiding every sign of pain or vulnerability to the point where it bordered on the self destructive. But he had been caught practically the second he’d placed a paw in camp, as though the medicine cat was able to taste the scent of injury on the air. It had infuriated the older tom, in spite of his insistence of perfect health. Confined to the healers den like a day old kitten and not a veteranned warrior, it hadn’t left him in the best of moods. Now he had been deemed fit enough to depart the medicine cat den, left with warnings to allow the leg to rest that he had every intention of ignoring, as exhausted as he felt; the need to work was burning through his system. Unyielding in a way that left the russet tom restless and annoyed. Fresh air had never tasted so good, finally free of the heavy stench of herbs that covered every mouselength of the medicine cat den, the warmth of sunlight on his dark red coat felt like he was bathed in the light of stars. He was free at last, if the healers thought he was about to spend the next few days lingering about camp they were insane. The very idea of stretching his legs and running was a tantalising one, even with the lingering ache tugging at the very back of his head he felt capable of running the entire mountain range in a single breath and catch every mouse along the way. He felt like an apprentice on his first day outside of camp, and whilst his expression didn’t change even for a heartbeat to indicate any of this, on the inside he was practically bouncing with the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Even StarClan would struggle to rein in his excitement, and threats from the dark forest would fail to keep him still. Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags, stormthistleGiven half the chance, Stormthistle would have slept for the rest of time. It felt like every inch of his body ached with a fierce and relentless burning, he’d spent more hours than he cared to admit the night before twitch a border patrol. Ridding the border by the thundering falls of a badger that had stumbled across their territory. It had put up a fight, much to the frustration of every cat present, and ensuring it was gone had been a lengthy task. Now he felt the toll of the nights excursion in every crook and cranny of his ages frame, a handful more scars to add to his growing collection, and aches that would fade within a few days. It felt bizarre to the older tom, his life had been spent fighting wars he had no care for, fighting day in day out. And now in times of peace even fighting had a different context, an occasion and a rare one at that. Stormthistle likely wouldn’t admit it allowed, but he was grateful for the mundane. The night before had only proven that point to him more. He might well have been rather out of practice, but it was for good cause. He hadn’t fought in many moons. Peace had been good for the clan, they had grown - thrived even for the first time in a long time. Even the silent natured tom appreciated the quiet life had begun to offer the small recuperating clan. That didn’t mean he failed to resent the badger for the pain he was now causing him, but Stormthistle had the good sense to keep his grudges to himself at the very least. His aches and pains would likely be but a distant memory in the space of a day or two, and sleep would have chased the insistent pains into the past. However, much to his chagrin sleep wasn’t up for grabs for the time being. A clanmate was snoring loudly enough to be heard from the Blossom Lake, no matter how desperately he tried to ignore it, it grates relentlessly at the back of his mind, Releasing a loud and pointed sigh, he pulled himself upright free of the mossy next and he moved for the dens exit. Careful to step rather purposefully on the tail of villain as he passed by, but quickly retreated from the den before he could here a single complaint voiced. Casting a lazy gaze across camp with a flick of his tail, impatient to get going and do something, he settled to the side of camp, waiting for instructions from either Sunpatch or Copperstar on what to spend his day doing, until then content to groom his coat and enjoy the warmth of the rising sun. Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags, windchaser Homeward bound and rather pleased with the days achievements, the sun was not yet fully risen and the young shecat Windchaser had done her part to feed the clan. Clamped carefully in her jaws, as though panicked that the very shadows surrounding her would attempt to steal them from her. She carried a pair of mice hanging by the tails, as well as a small squirrel she intended to carry back once she had deposited the first two catches within camp. The hunt had been done by herself, a position in which she felt the most comfortable, she looked forward to the chance to feast in the rewards of her efforts, and filling her particularly hungry body with delicious food. Slinking carefully through the entrance to camp, careful to ensure no predator spotted her enter for fear of giving the camps hidden location away. She followed the familiar tunnels in silence before the caverns and tunnels opened up to reveal the comforts of the camp she had known since she was a kitten. The familair scents and sensations of camp were immediate in effect, comforted at once as the nerves of being outside alone all but fled from her slender frame. Tail flicking from side to side as she nodding silent but acknowledging nods to the clanmates she passed as she pulled into the main part of camp, she spotted their leader elevated in the foliage of the apprentice twices den tree. She bowed her head politely, but as per the norm - said nothing. Approaching the freshkill pile with a salvaging mouth, her tail drooped at the sight. It’s offerings were pitiful even to an optimistic creature, and the pair of mice she had brought with her did little to make it appear more appealing. I should have brought the squirrel first, she berated herself with annoyance. She’d best hurry up back to where shecat left the squirrel before the rest of camp rose from their slumbers, the least she could do was offer her clan something reasonable to eat, and the feeling of failure was a frustrating one. Spinning around with a soft sigh, trying to bite back the increasing volume of the sounds her stomach was now eliciting, she moved for the exit of camp once more. Hoping she still had the energy left in her to run, so at the very least she could speed up the journey and be back in camp reasonably quickly.
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jul 22, 2019 15:38:15 GMT -5
Sagegaze. Sagegaze is a pretty silver she-cat with slightly darker marbling throughout her fur. Her fur is short and almost always shiny and clean, her thin small frame very clearly visible. Her eyes are a very pale green color which is where her namesake comes in. As far as personality goes she was born to be a mother but chose a different path, she cares for the clan like they were her own kits. Her voice is soft and calming, she is always gentle with her patients and pretty much anyone. Growing up she always knew she wanted to be medicine cat but the spot was already filled when she was born. She'd been born in the middle of the fighting so the spot opened up after she'd had some battle experience leaving her with a few scars. She is prone to high-stress levels and when she is stressed she changes fully, she gets snappy, sarcastic and short-tempered with anyone and everyone who bothers her. inky Medicine cat Open to any and all She was a warrior apprentice for about four moons before the previous medicine cat apprentice was killed toward the end of the war. Eaglepaw. A large fluffy tom who stands at least a head over most cats his age, he is an intimidating figure, to say the least. He is a brown tabby and the main colors in his pelt are two different extremes. The two colors the show most in his fur his pale tan majority color and the dark black stripes all over this body. There are bits of a reddish-brown color by his nose and chest. He has green eyes with speckles of amber throughout. Eaglepaw is a the big teddy bear you can think of, he is more than willing to fight for those he loves but he will try to find the peaceful way first. He is prone to literally bouncing around when he gets too excited, he just can't control himself. Though is at heart means well, his kit like nature can get him into trouble considering he has a hard time focusing on something for too long. Obviously, this makes hunting hard for him. inky Apprentice Open Rising from the Ashes (If you need me to make a warrior I have someone in mind lol)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jul 22, 2019 15:47:40 GMT -5
Sorry inky but to have an apprentice i do first ask you have at least two cats of other ranks. otherwise your forms rock!
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jul 22, 2019 17:34:24 GMT -5
( imma make a reply for copper c: just give me a few cause I’m rusty and I don’t wanna do disappoint )
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Post by MotherofSolace on Jul 22, 2019 17:54:20 GMT -5
Curled up in his soft nest, Stoneclaw stirred slightly as the dreams danced behind his eyelids. Fear made his heart race causing the turn along his spin to rise. Blood filled his nose and overwhelmed him so much, he could taste the tangy taste of it on his tongue. War was raging on around him, he was alone and helpless. He was only a kit, what could a kit do in battle besides coward ? Crying for his mother, his eyes widen as warrior slashed and clawed at one another. Panic flooded him as a massive black and white tom cat slowly stalked towards him. Hot, sticky blood dripped from his muzzle as the warriors wilds eyes watched Stoneclaw. Evil laughter gurgled from the toms throat as he raised a paw to swipe Stoneclaw. But before the warrior could land the blow, he awoke from his dream. His breath came in fast pants as he looked around the very dimly light warriors den. He was safe. The grey tabby warrior blinked away the last groggy bits of sleep from his eyes as he pushed himself up onto his paws. Knocking a bit of moss from his pelt, he slowly edged his ways through sleeping warriors. A snoring warrior stirred in their nest as he passed by and he eyed them for just a few heart beats before slipping out into the cool air of the early morning. Yellow eyes scanned the clearing, he was the first one awake from the looks of it. But then the soft rhythmic sounds of a cat washing its pelt floated towards his ears. Looking around once more, this time paying more attention. He noticed Copperstar sitting at the edge of camp grooming herself. Air caught in his throat as he looked at her, but he quickly shook himself of the feeling and padded towards her. He slowed before he made it to her , catching her eye before he walked up full as to not frightened her of his arrival. “Seems at though I’m not the only one who has woke early today,” he mustered out. Stoneclaw wasn’t much of a talker, and it seemed to be even worse when he was around pretty she - cats.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 22, 2019 22:13:07 GMT -5
(Sorry it took me so long to get those characters up! I'll jump in with some starters now. I'll be on hopefully all day tomorrow for some RP?
Also! MotherofSolace, I couldn't help but notice that Kindlespark and Leafshine look alike, if it's okay with you, maybe they could be siblings? c: )
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jul 22, 2019 22:35:28 GMT -5
Sunpatch - - In Camp - - With Stormthistle - - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Was it a surprise to anyone that Ridgeclan's deputy was up before even the creamy pink light of dawn that touched the opaque sky? No. Probably not. Sunpatch had been deputy for less than a moon, in fact, you could count the night and days she had been in the position on your claws. But, during the short time she had held the prestigious title, she has not disappointed. Being right hand to the leader meant Sunpatch had to shoulder a lot of the burden of clan life. In a way it was familiar, after all, Copperstar had been her mentor back when she herself was just a warrior. Now that she was her deputy, it was like doing that all over again. Instead, this time she wasn't teaching her apprentice how to hunt or fight, it was how to delegate. The hardest part for her so far had been... talking to others. There was a lot of communicating you had to do as deputy, and while Sunpatch was great at barking out orders, she also wanted to appear friendly to her clan mates. It hadn't been going so well so far... But, she had been in charge of the patrol sent to wipe out the badgers on the border, and that had gone stupendously. Speaking of which. Sunpatch watched the battle torn tom Stormthistle make his way out of the shade of the warriors den. Relief was still fresh in her chest to see her clan mate safe, not that she doubted his prowess - but still. It was scary being the cat in charge of potentially sentencing a cat to their death. Sunpatch pushed to her paws from the center of camp where she had been vigilantly sitting and bounded toward the large brown and black warrior. As she approached, she sort of awkwardly dipped her head, and seemed to try to stand taller - not that it helped... Sunpatch was just a flower that hadn't quiet grown out it's stem yet. It was humiliating to have to look up to someone who was technically her inferior. "Good morning Stormthistle. How are your wounds?"
Kindlespark - - In Camp - - With OPEN - - @tags
As it so happened, Stormthistle had stomped on the very tail of Kindlespark, the perpetrator of the horrendous snoring. Pain rippled up from his tail and to his body, jolting him awake with a little kick of his paw. His snores were caught halfway in his snout, causing him to jerk for a moment before regaining normal, thankfully silent breath. "Hngaah?' The groan sounded like a question as the confused tom lifted his head and blinked away the sleep sand. Was it morning already? Seeming to have already forgotten his rude awakening, the blonde and white tom slumped up to all fours, giving a long, luxurious stretch. He shook out his fur like a wet dog, sending his long thick locks all over the place. As he slowed, his silky smooth fur settled back into place in a wild fashion. And that was all the preparation for the day the attractive young go-getter needed. He headed for the exit, pushing past Stormthistle as he did so with a cheery 'good morning.' The pale ray of sunshine hitting his fur combated against the cold of the early morning. A content sigh left his muzzle, white fog seeping from his mouth and into the air. Kindlespark looked around for someone to socialize with, spotting Windchaser already halfway through the camp exit, looking like she was in a hurry. He tilted his head, wondering where she was going off to this early, but decided that the quiet, reservered molly would likely prefer her privacy. He'd catch her later, after all...
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