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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 15:28:08 GMT -5
Welcome to the Wild The landscape before you is not a beautiful place.
Battered by bitter winds, the ground underfoot unstable, the very air seems stale. Life seems to be but a distant memory for these lands. Any sane creature would have run long ago.
Yet with few places left to go, and having spent the last few moons of your life on the run, these moors are your final chance.
Legends gather to this place like starved birds circling an easy kill. A safe haven in a world at war, untouched by the darkness you have known for too long.
But as your gaze wanders the empty fields, even the most optimistic cat might struggle to battle the feelings of despair. And after the life you have lived, and fought so hard to leave, Optimism is a fading memory, and faith is something you lost a long time ago.
Now you are simply left to hope the legends aren't myths.
Maintaining Order Forum Rules. Always follow the rules enforced by the forums, remember to ask should you ever be uncertain, I'll always be willing to help, or peruse the forum rules to clarify.
Activity. Ideally members should aim to be on three days a week, more is welcome. Please let me know if you need to be absent for a prolonged time and you'll be happily excused.
Literacy. One good paragraph is expected of anyone hoping to join and will be considered the minimum; generally consisting of 4+ lines. More is encouraged as a general rule.
Plagiarism. Grounds for reporting in my book, anything on this thread that isn't yours, be it the coding, characters, etc, is not to be used without the explicit permission of the owner.
Realism. No cat is perfect, no cat is unkillable, and whilst no one will be expected to kill of characters left and right, please bare this in mind and roleplay accordingly where possible.
Joining. On your initial joining of HazeClan please do so with at least two characters; one of each gender, and ensure you have two cats of other ranks per apprentice you create.
Bloodlines. A personal request, that I ask you aim to do with at least one cat on joining is that where cats share similar features with the cat of another member, add relations to develop the clan. Please, however, don't do this with your own characters.
Drama. What I roleplay for is the heartbreak and excitement that comes with plotlines. Thus I encourage you to have fun with it where you can. All I ask in exchange is that you don't completely ruin the main plot, i.e. kill off its main character immediately, and involve as many others as possible when you do! One of Us Cat's Name. A description of the character, aiming to make it 4-6 lines long, including their personality. @screenname Rank Relationships Other, i.e. role requests. questions, etc.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 15:55:53 GMT -5
About the Clan Only those brave enough to dare traipse through the mists would ever know that a group of cats live on these treacherous lands. It takes a special type of cat to inhabit these lands, and not many clans would have survived in our setting. Athletically built and muscled are the common denominator to much of our clan, not necessarily large but strength is quite the necessity at least to some degree given the steep nature of our home. Greens, greys and browns are the main colours making up our home, thus the majority of us carry coats allowing for the best camouflage against these shades. Patterns are regular. Brave and daring are key features to any cat existing in this land, but not to the extent of being destructive. Our cats are generally loyal to the bone, the world outside the lands we inhabit make that a necessity. We live always with the knowledge that our peace might not last, and the will-power to make sure it does. Your Lands Bordered on all sides by a mist that disguises the clan from most threats from the outside. Our clan is set on the backdrop of a great moorside, the main feature of which is the dry riverbed carving across the landscape. Small waters sources dapple the landscape, as do a handful of small pieces of woodland.
Cracked Crater. What was likely once a river has since run dry, providing a great crater dividing the territory to the south. Camp can be found here, as can a variety of small prey.
Endless Mists. Not truly without an end, but it is the haze that surrounds our lands, providing a natural border and hiding us from the threats of the outside wars.
Foraging Foothills. East of the Crater is a steep set of hills, here rabbits make their homes as the land is littered with warrens, providing a great hunting spot for the swift of foot.
Hound Willow. Named for the drooping branches similar to the ears of a hunting dog, it is an ancient piece of the territory, and offers home to a variety of birds and squirrels.
Mirrored Caverns. Amid the Painted Fells one will come across a gaping tunnel, which leads to the great caverns bellow our lands. Marked with hundreds of glittering stones that seem to replicate the very stars. Here is our place to speak with StarClan.
Painted Fells. A great set of hills to the north, painted in patchwork by the blossom trees that populate the area.
Riverbank Alcove. The main water source for the territory is a fast running river, banked quite steeply to the side, the banks provide a small alcove for protection and a spot from which to hunt.
Sky Watcher's Peak. HazeClan's tallest point is the only spot truly visible from outside the haze, it is a very tall hill, offering vantage point from which cats can watch most of the territory. Your Home Found within the Cracked Crater of our territory, we make our dens at what would have once been the river's mouth. A small trickle of water still provides hydration to the clan's members.
Leader's Den. Set in the walls of camp, it is the highest set den within a cave.
Medicine Cat's Den. A small den set to the edge of camp, it is bellow the camps walls, at the seams of where the wall meets the ground.
Warrior's Den. Within the tumble of rocks that blocked the river's flow is where the warrior's den can be found, the hollowed out space providing ample room.
Apprentice's Den. Relatively small, it is a small den not unlike a badger's set to the right hand side of camp.
Nursery. Making use of a felled tree from above the camp, it is within the hollow of a once large oak tree's log.
Elder's Den. The lowest set den, it is within a hollow of a cave within the camp's walls.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 16:29:53 GMT -5
Leader Cygnetstar. The cute fluffiness for which she gained her name as a young cat has long disappeared, revealing a beautiful sleek young shecat beneath. She is a long legged cat, muscled with a coat that is a meld of soft silvery greys and blacks. Her eyes are a dark amber shade. A warrior through and through, she is brave, determined and persistent to the point of being self destructive, not quick to trust, but she has a good heart and the strong will to prove herself a fine leader. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Deputy Streamfeather. Streamfeather is a slender bluish-gray she-cat with pale green eyes. Her paws are splashed with white, and she has a long, bushy tail. Orphaned when both her parents and two littermates were lost in a devastating plague, Streamfeather is the last surviving member of her family. She is cool, diffident, and earnest, but is deeply loyal to Cygnetstar, who guided her during her younger years. Although she is very young for a deputy, she is responsible and takes her duties seriously. She isn’t afraid of telling cats what to do, and any perceived contradiction to her orders are met with icy condemnation and a barbed tongue. Nevertheless, she is a fair cat who would not unfairly punish anyone. Her deepest flaw, and eventual undoing, is commitment. Life is a game of scales for Streamfeather, and for the longest time, HazeClan weighed high on that scale. But a future family will bring Streamfeather down a dark path, and that commitment will find in the Newcomers a most surprising and intense ally, and to the Clan, a most chilling and formidable enemy.~Skyblaze~ Medicine Cat Sagepool. His body is small but the smallest part of him has to be his ears, they never fully grew to their exact size. He now suffers from a hearing less than most cats his age. He originally wanted to be a warrior but he had to take up the position of a medicine cat after a failure to properly hunt or fight. He has one defense on him a least, he has black fur that can blind in with the shadows around him. He also has dull amber eyes, never seeming to light up even at the slightest of things. Sagepool can be a cynical at times, usually thinking of the worse outcome and assuming it's what will happen. He does try his hardest despite that, he will work tirelessly without sleep to make sure a cat get the proper care they need. ☾ѕησσzє☽ Apprentice Sorrelpaw. Being a ginger tabby, the she-cat is covered in orange-esque fur, save for all four of her paws and muzzle (those of which are coated in white fur). Her eyes are owl-like and reminiscent of pools of honey - large and dark amber. With these characteristics, she's certainly a cat that many would consider "pretty". Coming off as sweet to most of Clan mates, Sorrelpaw is a molly who is skilled in holding her tongue, because, often times, snide remarks will cross her head - showcasing her true judgmental nature. And yet, why doesn't she let a few of those remarks slip through? Because the molly values others liking her nearly above all else. She always sides with the majority - not one to step up first in a crowd for fear of others disliking her purely out of distaste for her opinions. Considering this, Sorrelpaw is very gullible - fast to accept anything another says as fact because disagreeing may cause for a dispute. Emotions are what fuel most of her decisions - as opposed to logic - though when working, the roles are reversed. Ambition is what drives her in her field of training - a desire to be considered a "good" medicine cat evident in most of her actions in the medicine den. She looks up to many, though Sagepool is the one cat that she looks up to the most.rose
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 16:39:55 GMT -5
Warriors Argentfrost. Argentfrost is a strong and impressive male. With a build of more strength and less agility, Argentfrost is more of a reinforcement within the ranks. He has big paws, and a strong cranium, with large pointed ears and a flat muzzle. Within his appearance, medium length fur is what this male is coated in, and often his fur can be found drifting through the air. There's a beautiful design among his long fur that allows him to blend in during winters. He's a silver tabby with obsidian mackerel tabby markings running along his face to the tip of his tail. His muzzle is white, and so is his chest. White accents under his eyes brought out beautiful rounded pale green eyes. He also has a long scar running down from his nose to the top of his lip. His appearance may seem frightening, but his personality is none of the sort. Argentfrost is a very caring male that would do anything for the young of his clan. He has a big soft spot for them. However, for the older felines of his clan, Argentfrost is very serious and still would protect them to the same extent that he does for the juveniles. Argentfrost is extremely serious about his job as a warrior and doesn't like to play when out patrolling or training. Some may say that because of this, he's uptight, but he takes this as he's devoted to his job and wouldn't agree with the slightest of mistakes he could make. Not one is acceptable. 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 Aspensky. An incredibly small and slender framed cinnamon tabby tomcat with wide, yet soft, amber eyes. He's thin framed and little, small in every way when it comes to his appearance. He's mostly a shy and soft spoken cat, not one to really announce his presence even when in a large crowd. He's content with staying to himself. If he does interact with others he's quiet and polite, if not a bit awkward. Despite this he is friendly and a cat with a large heart, it just takes a lot to coax him out of his shell and let him show the kind of cat he really is.Feathertalon Cinderfall. A more so short-furred she-cat with gray fur. She is a tabby - evident in the stripes covering her flank. Though she is primarily gray, while looking at her head-on, Cinderfall appears almost brown. Her large eyes are a hazy amber - not piercing, though somewhat intimidating when she so tries to be. Being a warrior who tries her best in all regards, the molly is quite sociable. Whenever she makes friends, she tries her best to stick with them - no matter their behavior towards her. Despite that, she will gladly talk to every cat that would also like to speak with her; in fact, she’s fairly pleasant to converse with - saving her snide remarks for friends (to let out sarcastically) or to cats who have wronged her. She’s certainly an overthinker - quick to catch feelings for any tom who shows even the slightest amount of interest in her - though will run when asked to show her feelings and make the first move. There are only a few who she feels she can truly let her guard down with, and though she loves her family, she certainly doesn’t speak to them as much as she does with her friends. She’s very emotional, though tries her best to hide her feelings as often as she can. Cinderfall is a she-cat who many would consider quite intelligent - having done well on most of her verbal assessments as an apprentice, as well as most of the time when she’s hunting or while in combat. Not one to shy away from the crowd, the molly doesn’t go out of her way to be “unique”. She tends to stray from difficult situations by using humor as a guard - as a result, sometimes coming off as insensitive, though not caring was most definitely the least of her intentions.rose Darkberry. Darkberry is very small black she-cat with a thickset body. She has round green eyes and soft facial features, making her look very friendly. Luckily her apperance and personality match up, as she is a kind and caring cat. She doesn't speak up very often, and when she does it's very quiet with a nonthreatening tone; she would rather listen and pay attention. Despite this, you won't find her backing out of a fight anytime soon, and she's quick to defend others. ✨ nissabug ✨ Dustflight. This large, muscular sand-colored tom is nearly the polar opposite of his littermate. He’s calmer and more self-assured, and prefers to nap instead of running around. He’s good-natured and a good-listener owing to his quiet nature, although he can be a bit skeptical and cynical. Most curiously, this tom does not believe in StarClan, a fact known by very few cats. He is quite tight-lipped about it believing that his beliefs are his own business and that other cats have no right to comment upon them. Despite this, he has shared this with the few cats he trusts to understand him, and his lack of faith does not prevent him from being a loyal and capable warrior of the Clan.~Skyblaze~ Echowatcher. An elusive and shy young cat, she is a beautiful young shecat but not one who is easy to get close to. She is small but lithe, quick footed and silent. She has a coat of calico, a patchwork of blacks, oranges and whites, coupled with an icy blue pair of eyes. She is a quiet young cat, careful to keep herself to herself, whilst sweet natured few get to see this side of her, but know once she considers you a friend there are few loyaler. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Featherfall. A swirl of dark brown colors encase her light brown fur, never seeming to follow a strict pattern much the like who bares them. She has a white underbelly and light green eyes. Her fur is a constant mess, usually full of different burrs and twigs she had collected the hunt/patrol before. Featherfall isn't lazy, she just never bothers to clean it. Along with the lazy look of her fur, she is somewhat plump for a clan cat. Her body never processes food as quickly as she can eat it but that's alright with her, it just gives her advantage when she goes and fights off intruders. Personality wise, she's hard to pinpoint. She typically has mood swings, jumping from mood to mood without a second thought as to why. She also is very unpredictable though this trait of hers is on purpose. She never wants a cat to be able to know what she's going to do next, it might make her look unruly but she claims it makes her life more interesting. ☾ѕησσzє☽ Goldencloud. Goldencloud is not you average male. As a newly made warrior, Goldencloud size is breathtaking. He's tall, and lean, with rounded off features like his ears and muzzle, with strong muscles underneath his skin due to agility. As his name states, Goldencloud's fur is the shade of golden yellow. A beautiful shade indeed, having the golden yellow as the base color, a rich, yellow-brown owning up to being his striking tabby stripes that appear like scattered flames of a fire, and with lastly, an oak brown as his accents alongside his markings. Alongside the beautiful hues of brown and yellow, Goldencloud has a pale tan from his chin to the underside of his strong thighs. On his muzzle also remains a beauty mark that he tends to forget about often. His prominent coloring rests upon his fur, which is ragged yet soft, despite him not tending to his fur often. His hair is long and ragged on his neck and tail, which happens to be the fluffiest parts of his fur, and often you can find his fur covered in dirt or the flowers of plants and always smells like wet grass and lavender. What can draw you in the most about the male, however, is his eyes. Yellow orbs that can be just as breathing taking as a sunset or sunrise, and they bring out the pale pink in his nose. Goldencloud's beautiful optics are set within an almond shape, giving him a welcoming face. Aside from Goldecloud's magnificent handsomeness, his appearance also gives a slight hint of his personality. Goldencloud is good natured, and well behaved for the most part. He's typically calm, with an adventurous curiosity and a love for the territories surrounding them, despite not being the most beautiful lands, Goldencloud looks to the good in most things. Somehow he always find some way to enjoy the most uninteresting things. Despite that, Goldencloud is naturally the friendliness and the kindness, doing whatever he can for his clan and the habitants within it. Goldencloud is guaranteed someone to depend on, being strong and an athlete, and emotionally. 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 Lionrush. A lithe framed bright ginger tabby tom with amber eyes. He has a bit of a ruff around his neck which is where he gets the name of "lion" from. He is a rather impulsive tomcat, one that doesn't quite think before he does. The consequences come later, and to him it's better to ask for forgiveness later than let something stop him from doing what he wants to do. This puts him into situations that could have been avoided had he actually put some thought to them, but hedgehogs will fly before he starts to actually think. He can be rather overconfident in himself as well. No matter his flaws, though, he is loyal to his Clan and those he cares about and can be relied on to get a job done.Feathertalon Mothflutter. A dappled golden Bengal she-cat, Mothflight’s bracken-colored fur is dotted with rich black spots. Her wide amber eyes are framed with white, and she has a small pink nose. A long, jagged scar runs from her left flank up to her side, the only feature marring her otherwise pretty features. The scar is a result of an unfortunate encounter with a rogue when she was an apprentice. Mothflutter is energetic, outgoing, and vivacious. She is quick to experiment and explore, but can quickly become flustered when things go awry. Nevertheless, the she-cat is intelligent and a capable warrior. An honest individual, she judges others by their moral compass rather than their appearance. Those who show kindness are rewarded with a steadfast friend who would always be the first to jump to their defense. Furthermore, they win her unwavering loyalty. After her encounter with a malevolent rogue as an apprentice, Mothflutter was saved by the timely intervention of Snakeflower. Since then, the tom had won her unflinching devotion and friendship.~Skyblaze~ Rainrush. Rainrush is a thick-furred silver tom with clear ocean-blue eyes. He has black tabby markings along his pelt, converging in sharp black tendrils around his eyes and nose. He has a fluffy white tail-tip. Rainrush is good-natured, friendly, and family oriented. He is also highly perceptive, and never a cat to judge others off of first appearances. Any cat who would attempt to win Rainrush’s favor by acting pitiable is in for a shock. Rainrush underestimates no one, despite how harmless they attempt to portray themselves. Despite this, once a cat has won his trust, they will find in Rainrush a funny and warm confidant, and a fierce protector. He would give his life to protect his family, and values his relationships deeply. ~Skyblaze~ Runninghare. Swift footed and quick witted, this is a tom who will leave you running circles if you aren't careful with him. Mischeivous and playful, he is a good hearted warrior but a young one with much to learn. Predominantly white, he is dappled with shades of pale brown, his eyes are a blazing yellow, and he is never one to sit still easily and is almost always on the move. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Shrewfrost.Perhaps a more apt name for her would've been wasp, considering the sleek sharpness of her body, all angles that are enough to cut a man if you looked for too long upon her. She looks like a sports model, built for living in this rough and terrible way, and her cranium is this angular shape with high cheekbones and scrutinizing eyes. Her short fur is covered in earthen shades, like deep chocolates, greys, and cool-tones that merge together in a gradient that lightens at her underbelly and accentuated by thick, dark marbled tabby striping and facial and limb points, accentuating the incredible brightness of her frost-pale blue eyes. All wild-haired and wild-eyed, she seems to constantly be buzzing with energy, even when she doesn't want to be, and considering her young age, she seems to yet have a handle on it. Although overall warm and easy to get along with, there are bursts of spark beneath her skin that can make her twitchy, irritable, and like she wishes she could crawl out of her own body. There are some issues with temper, though she is trying her best, and she tends to come off as the independent and confident leader who's mind and body are not in sync. ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » Snakeflower. Easily one of the most well-known and unique-looking cats of the clan, it seems both a blessing and a curse to have one's existence be corporeal, being thin, long, and willowy, much like the creature of his name, his cranium is a lemon-shaped wedge with the prominent forehead-to-nose bridge and massive ears characteristic of Oriental felines. The pattern along his short pelage is clearly of the bengal variety, not as saturated or orange as the usual brand, but moreso a cinnamon-shaded seal sepia, darkening at the extremities, and covered in dark seal marble rosettes with hints of russet-red hue within them, accenting his deep aquamarine, gold-flecked eyes that tend to be slitted. His entire head is white, which also leaks down the length of his chest and stomach in a thin line, unevenly and asymmetrically dribbling along his back legs, tipping his paws, and wrapping randomly around his tail. His body is covered in scars from an attack by a pair of foxes, notable being: rips in his visage and face that lifts the left side of his maw in a permanent smile, gashes running across his chest, a large bite mark on the right side of his throat and shoulder, tearing on his lower stomach, and a missing toe on his right back foot. Although he's always been demurely quiet, its turned into self-deprecating lonesomeness since his attack, and he carries with him an air of thoughtful silence and regality that only comes after experiencing something earth-shatteringly terrible. Despite his self-consciousness and instances of moodiness, he has remained steadfastly sweet and kind, a friend to all who meet him, and he is a wonderful friend and patient teacher who is very relatable and works fantastically at being able to know everything about someone- even the dark corners you try to hide from everyone, he misses nothing with those snake-eyes of his. ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » Sweetbird. A female of pure grace is what Sweetbird is. An elegant coat the shade of a raven is one way to define her beauty. Sweetbird happens to have a beautiful patch the color of dirt along the side of her face. She also has patches along her tail, paws, and her flank, one resting right next to her hip. Despite being tainted with patches of tan and brown, Sweetbird remains one of a kind. The length of her fur is medium, and curls slightly, but remains smooth along her back and head. Her cheekbones are exposed with slicked fur that soon, along her jawline, becomes longer and fluffier. Along her body, becomes a fluffy chest that is combed down smoothly due to the constant cleaning. Her legs are also contain the same amount of fur on her chest, thinning out the closer it gets to her paws. Her tail is the most prominent of fluffy on her. Although she is covered in fur, her appearance is much more than that. Beneath her fur is well defined muscles, not bulky but if her fur was stripped away, she could still appear as a weak femme like the juveniles of her clan. She is truly a beauty, but she remains to be a skilled and intelligent introvert. With a merlot colored nose and almond shaped orange-yellow eyes, her gaze can appear quite harsh at first, but with a blink, those orbs instantly change to warm and welcoming. Sweetbird is nothing of the kind, however. She refuses to open herself completely to anyone and prefers to not talk often. When spoken to, Sweetbird results in acting the complete opposite— friendly and bright. She never exposes her true emotions for anyone, and the way she feels are mostly antonyms compared to most of her fellow clanmates. Her personality to discover is only for one who is truly persistent. Though it seems that something that interests her is chaos— and birds.【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 Tigerbreeze. Though primarily white, the tom has a brown tabby face. His muzzle and the gap between his eyes follow in close pursuit of the rest of his fur - a flurry of short haired pure white - though above that, covering the entirety of his ears and the back of his head as if in a blanket, is light brown fur with streaks of darker brown scattered within. A light pink nose sits blankly on his face - balancing his facial appearance on the softer side, though his physical appearance is far from it. As per his namesake, the tom is extremely well built - though with good reason. He worked (and still continues to work) hard as an apprentice; not being the best at learning things when he was first shown, he had to work a lot harder than most of the other apprentices to acquire the same skill set.With hazy gray eyes that are more so on the large side, the tom has no issue with looking honest - it was a gift (or a curse) bestowed upon him at birth. With these eyes, Tigerbreeze is, for lack of a better word, a horrendous liar. However, that only comes with pure lies - white lies, he has no problem with spewing, though they will often be over thinked by the friendly tom. He values trust and loyalty over almost all else, and is one who will keep secrets till his dying breath. Tigerbreeze is, by nature, a flirt - though a timid one, at that - but whenever he opens up, he truly is an open book. Sometimes the warrior will tell things that he never wanted to - it's something he's carried for moons: the lack of the ability to think before he speaks - though it's truly quite the contrast in how much he'll over think situations, much after the fact. rose Weaseleye. Weaseleye is a tall and very skinny tom no matter how much he eats. His brown fur is slick to his sides, and his tail is long and whip-like. His underbelly up to his muzzle is white, along with all four white paws. He has yellow eyes, one of which was injured during his apprenticeship and now permanently squints. Weaseleye is quick-witted and doesn't put up with much, and tends to be very stubborn. But under the tough layers is a soft heart, especially for kits. ✨ nissabug ✨ Wolfstorm. Built like a brick wall, he can hit with the power of a freight train if angered, but the truth is that is a very difficult task. Level headed and calm to the bone, he is a kind tom but not an overly social one. But know he is the calm before the storm, but he can also be the storm if truly pushed. Massive and well muscled, he is marked with a coat of dark tabby colours, splashed white at the chest and paws. His eyes are a pale ocean green colour. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Wildpath. Messy furred dark grey tom with muted tabby markings. He has a splash of white on his chest and has light, brown-amber eyes. He is a rather tall tom with broad shoulders, giving this young tom an intimidating look. However, his clanmates know better, this tom is sweet and soft-hearted. He is never overly cruel with anyone and doesn't seem to have a mean bone in his body. He is calm, patient and doesn't get fazed often. Wildpath is quite open and enjoys being close with others, he is a tactile creature.Blaze ♡ Wrencrest. Swift and sure footed, this feline packs a punch for her small physique. Wrencrest is a small feline with soft-looking form that hides her sleek and powerful muscles. She has plush cream fur with tabby markings. She has white paws and has honey amber eyes. She does have a tear in one of her ears. Wrencrest is a fierce feline and doesn't tend to do anything by halves. She puts her heart and soul in every task. She is confident and independent, she is a very capable and efficient warrior. She can be snappy and sharp tongued when she gets annoyed and is quite witty as well. She enjoys humor and always seems to have an amused flicker gleaming in her eyes.Blaze ♡ Apprentices Berrypaw. Sleek furred feline with small yet lean figure, Berrypaw is far from intimidating. This she-cat has a soft complexion with her dappled creamy brown fur and a quiet demeanor. She has flecks of white mottled within her fur and four white paws and tail-tip. She has a splash of white on her belly and wide, moonish amber eyes. Berrypaw is quiet. She always seems unsure of herself and tends to be a follower. She is a soft spoken and it is very rare that you ever hear her voice echoing through camp. She likes to watch and obeserve, prefers to not share her opinions out-loud. Berrypaw has a tenancy to pack bond with anything or anyone. She grows attached to other cats easily. Even thought she is quiet, she is very tactile and social feline and enjoys being with others. One of her biggest fears is being alone.Blaze ♡ Cedarpaw. Small yet brave is what describes Cedarpaw perfectly. He's a smaller than your average apprentice, with small paws and a short-medium fur length that smells like wet wood. Despite being small, you'd assume that the juvenile was something sharp and angry, which somehow is accurate. His fur is a gray-brown base, with dark brown patches among his body. Filled inside those dark brown patches are even darker brown stripes. A lighter gray-brown runs from his chin to his stomach. His ears are long and pointed, just like his muzzle. With such pale and dark colors comes his cold, sharp eyes, the color of ice blue can pierce your soul with a glance at him. However, what he packs inside is all you'd ever need for him to prove himself worthy. Cedarpaw, even though he's lean and slender, Cedarpaw has a lot of potential. He catches onto things quickly, although he can get let down when he gets things wrong or gets discouraged, but with a bit of encouragement, Cedarpaw can get right back up on his feet and try again. Since young, he's prone to jumping forward into his emotions and acting on them immediately. He also tries to act independent and tough because of his small size, but at heart, he's a sweet and caring kitten who wants to be one of the best warriors of his clan. Because of his size, he also feels underestimated and hates when he is pointed out his size and his weaknesses, such as strength. With this, it adds onto his quick temper and his determination.【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 Cloudpaw. Cloudpaw can best be described as a fluffy white snowball. The young tom is a shock of pure white fur, from which two owlish amber eyes peek out. The intense white of his coat is broken up only by a single slash of black fur along his flank. Cloudpaw is a brave, mischevious, and stubborn young tom. He’s adventurous and has a penchant for exploration – and trouble. Nevertheless, he has a strong sense of justice, and stands up for any cat who is unable to defend themselves. Cloudpaw is afraid of little – both a strength and a weakness. He refuses to back down from anything, even genuine threats, if a cat he cares about is in danger. Despite this recklessness, the fun-loving tom is caring and an empathetic and funny friend. He’s also a bit of a flirt, even at times when he knows he shouldn’t be.~Skyblaze~
Heavypaw. His kitten fat never fully went away, not really a shocker to the cats around him considering he was the fattest kitten in the nursery during his time spent there. He also was the largest size wise, with broad shoulders and paws too big for his feet at the time. He still hasn't fully grown into the paws, making him severely uncoordinated. It doesn't help him that his tail is only a stump attached to him. Heavypaw has light cream colored fur, no patterns noticeable in it from a distance. When a cat gets close enough, they are able to see the light tabby markings all over. Most cats aren't able to get this close though before he leaves, he never likes to around other cats for longer than needed. He's the reclusive type but his size makes it hard for him to hide away. ☾ѕησσzє☽ Honeypaw. Honeypaw is a tall cream she-cat with golden tabby points. Her fur is long and very fluffy, especially on her tail and chest. She has pale blue eyes that almost look crossed; her tall ears and narrow features make her look even taller. Honeypaw has a hard time focusing, and finds herself wandering off doing her own thing or just being clumsy in general. However, she's a very quick learner and once you get her attention it won't take long for her to understand. Everything she does is done passionately, and she has such an empathetic heart. ✨ nissabug ✨ Robinpaw. Robinpaw is a sleek jet black she-cat with leaf-green eyes. She has a splash of red on her muzzle, and a short-furred pelt. Robinpaw is a haughty, prideful, and a bit of a bossy she-cat. She can be a bit spoiled, and often gets pouty when things don’t go her way. However, she means no malice in her actions, and is genuinely a kind and sympathetic she-cat, even if she does get a little bit insufferable at times. She’s very close and protective to her sister, and any cat who dares to hurt her will quickly learn of Robinpaw’s quick and vengeful temper.~Skyblaze~
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 16:41:47 GMT -5
Queens Embertail. Embertail is a small, deep red she-cat with warm amber eyes. She has a white underbelly and paws, and a pale muzzle. She is skinny to the point of frailty. Embertail is a thoughtful, determined, and driven she-cat. Due to her condition, many cats felt that she would not accomplish much in her life, and since then, she has worked as hard as she could to prove otherwise. Her dedication and work ethic has won her friends, the respect of her peers, and love. Embertail was born with what twolegs know as muscular dystrophy. The signs appeared quite early on in her apprenticeship, and although most cats felt that she could never become a warrior, Embertail persisted – determined to show the Clan and her fate that they were wrong. Ultimately, Embertail’s persistence paid off – she became a warrior. However, the effort of the apprenticeship, already adapted to her condition, took its toll on her. Although by now, she is greatly weakened, her determination and will to bring new life to the Clan still shines bright.~Skyblaze~ Silverdeer. A feathery furred silver ticked molly with a faint tan undercoat and copper eyes. She is gentle and caring, rather soft in personality and full of compassion. She is also rather nimble and quick, especially on her paws, and moves much more like a deer than a cat. She isn't much of a fighter, and if anything she's a nurturer, the kind of cat that will go out of her way to help others in need and become a mother to those that need it. She dose have a bad habit of trusting too easily and disregards any bad a cat has done, thinking that perhaps they didn't really mean to do something and that no cat could truly be cruel. Feathertalon
Kits Silverdeer's Litter. Ashkit. A lithe but fluffy young tom who will grow into a sleek young warrior given enough moons, for now he is in the cute kit phase and acts every bit the part. Playful and mischeivous, he loves getting into places he shouldn't be and is always on the look out for a new adventure. Whilst kind, he doesn't always know what the line is, and often crosses it without necessarily meaning to hurt the feelings of other cats, at heart this is a good natured young cat with a lot left to learn. Marked with a pelt of sleek smokey grey, his colour is solid with no deviation save for growing lighter in places. His eyes are a soft chestnut brown that make him seem far more innocent than he is. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Foxkit. Foxkit is a dark ginger she-cat - the majority of her, anyway. Her underbelly and muzzle are marked with white and her eyes are a piercing green. As a kit, the she-cat is purely a ball of fluff - cursed with hair that her mother may have deemed impossible to manage without keeping an eye on it 24/7. Fortunately enough for her, however, Foxkit will grow out of that physical trait within the next few moons of her life. Despite how sweet she appears - Foxkit, as per her name sake, truly is a sly kitten. Though capable of "manipulating" others to get what she wants, the molly only ever showcases her talents purely out of sheer fun or to get something that her siblings were unable to obtain. Sass and determination is truly what drives her - and she's certainly not one to hold back her criticisms as they come through her head. rose Kestrelkit. Taking more after her father than mother, this molly is large and thick-furred. She has a misty silver coat with an almost black stripe going down her back right over her spine. She also has a white muzzle, paws, and underbelly. Her eyes are a pale green. She's a bit of a bossy character, one to certainly give orders rather than follow them. She prefers being the leader in a group and doesn't quite do well with being a follower. She's also stubborn and firm in her beliefs, certainly one to fight for what she believes in rather than back down and let some other cat walk all over her. She's fierce and protective, a fighter for those she cares about. And to add on to this, she has big dreams that she hopes to achieve one day, wanting to be the leader of HazeClan at some point in her life. Feathertalon
Cygnetstar's Kits. Cherrykit. Being a calico, Cherrykit is naturally quite the looker, although, the black of her pelt is definitely a lot more dominant than the ginger or white aspects. Certainly having taken after her mother, the molly truly is just a ball of fluff. That, paired with her dilute gray eyes makes her appearance very soft and innocent - and rightfully so. If the situation were to be viewed by an onlooker, of course, kits being thrust into a war is unfair, though some are definitely more prepared for the prospects of battle than others. Cherrykit, however, was born as the opposite. Though some may consider her a "coward", the molly prefers to dub herself as "just being cautious". Despite her sweetness in almost all regards, the she-cat has trouble thinking before she acts. Sometimes she'll say and do things on impulse which she'll come to regret later - most can only hope that it's a trait she learns to grow out of in time. rose Duskkit. A black cat with mixture of gray and lighter brown hues to her fur. She is above average size wise, having broad shoulders and thick fluffy fur to add to her height. She may only be a kit but she has the personality of a leader. She likes to take the lead on most things her and her littermates do. She can be unforgiving, holding grudges for long periods of time over minor or major things. She can forgive but it's not like her, she typically only forgives her littermates if they do wrong in her eyes. The way to get on her bad side is to not follow the morals she has set out for herself and others. ☾ѕησσzє☽ Stormkit. Taking after his mother, the tom has silvery grey coat with mottled splashes and tabby markings of black and darker greys. His eyes are are kind, green orbs. He has slender physique with messy, fluffy fur and rather big paws. He has the potential to grow into a large tom. This tom is cautious and due to his upbringing, tends to be content to stay quiet and observe. He is a passive tom and prefers to allow his siblings to take the lead. Stormkit, however, is clever and quick. He tends to hold his tongue more times than not.Blaze ♡ Vervainkit. It seems he has taken from both sides of his family tree in his appearance and posturing, considering his naturally tall, long-limbed figure with particularly jutting joints and boney limbs and a broad, more hefty trunk and cranium- though such appears underweight, with sunken-in sockets and sharp edges where one can see every line of his skull beneath his skin, somewhat small ears and quite large eyes. His pelage is like that of short duckling fluff, constantly ruffled and quite soft, drawing attention further to the illusion of his figure- for his base shade is that of a silver-grey color that is brown-toned, while his cranium, limbs, and tail are much darker and its entirety is coated in faint dark mackerel tabby striping, known as the black smoke tabby pattern. It is delicately marked by white that drips from his chin and down his chest, dabbing his front right paw and both back legs, and frosting the tips of the last half of his tail that accentuates the brightness of his pale hazel eyes. It is unfortunate that aside from his beauty, his personality isn't as attractive- a bit of a know-it-all, he tends to be a pretentious brat with a taste for discourse, using his incredible intelligence and charisma to manipulate others, and he has the responsibility sense of a corn chip. Prim and proper otherwise, he has an air of knowledge about him despite his perchance for having a bad temper, and he is a wonderful inventor who loves coming up with new ideas. But above all, he is afraid- afraid of his own inadequateness, his own averageness, and more than anything, the concept of getting sick, for he is very much a germaphobic, and his skills would be much further along if he actually went out and practiced instead of cowering in fear at the slightest chill, apprehensive of catching a cold.ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ »
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 16:43:14 GMT -5
The Newcomers Arrow. By no means a cat most would look twice at, and that could well be the worst mistake you ever make. Small of stature, with corded muscles working throughout his frame, he is stronger than he looks and meaner than most would assume at first glance. Coated with a chestnut brown coat, he is splashed with shades of dark brown tabby stripes, and his eyes are an icy blue. He is a firm and level headed tom, until he isn't and then he might well be the scariest cat you will ever meet. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Batsong. A foreboding sense of demise seems to follow this feline, in everything that they are- incredibly tall, with a well-muscled but skeletally-boned figure, with long limbs and a narrow, wedged cranium and large ears like a typical Oriental. Coating their figure is a pelage like velvet, thick and glossy, and entirely jet-black, like the ebony of the night sky, without a single fleck of something else upon their figure, and their narrowed eyes are clouded over with cataracts that severely limit their vision, but what color can be seen beneath the film suggests a green shade. Notably, there is a heavy amount of scarring around their visage, which may account for some of the blindness they seem to have. But despite their lack of sense, those massive ears make up for it- and boy, do they listen, for they are known for being terrifyingly observant and knowing, and there is very little that can escape their attentions. Perhaps friendly, or otherwise able to talk to, on the regular basis, they are not truly in the realm of making friends, interested only in what they are morally attached to and nothing else- and those morals tend to be a bit skewed, for they will commit murder and any kind of crime if the situation needs it. Known as 'The Hound', they are an incredible tactician and planner, who always seems to be ten steps ahead of everyone- and uses it to their advantage.ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » Cersei. Born to be a figure of majesty, Cersei is a long haired, light ginger tabby - appearing nearly golden in most lighting. The molly has white fluff running from her neck down to her belly, as well as a muzzle that looks as if it had been dipped in snow. The tip of her tail is painted in dark brown, with the tabby markings perched on her forehead closely following suit with the same dark coloring. A soft green gaze meets any who make contact with her, though sometimes, that softness is driven out with an emotion that some may only consider darkness. Though born a "softie", the only whispers of her past self remain when she's alone. For, this particular molly has learned that showing innocence is purely a sign of weakness - and weak is far from what she intends to be. Multiple faces shroud her demeanor - kind to those of whom she finds are easy manipulated, a leader to those who have made the mistake of showing their soft sides, and yet in all regards, underneath always lay a Cersei who constantly doubts herself. Though driven by ambition to get what she wants - she is not one to ever lay a paw past her boundaries when it comes to matters regarding those who she knows are her superiors.rose Fox. This tom is encased with deep red fur that is tipped with black. He has the ticked fur type. He has piercing dark amber eyes. He is a lean tom, not at all bulky and has long legs making him an excellent runner and decent at holding his own in a battle. Fox is an intelligent tom, he is a good strategist and often assists his leader with their plans. He always had way of seeing the big picture and has the potential to do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. He is callous and has a sharp tongue. He doesn't like things being sugar coated and hates being lied too, even though Fox is cunning enough to be willing to lie to achieve his goals. Blaze ♡ Ives. What is left of his fur tells of something beautiful and lovely, the patch atop his head, tufting off the back of his forelegs and back haunches, and pluming off his tail-tip like a lion is a shiny, thick, near-metallic cremello, that color between alabaster and white that accents his icy-blue eyes. But the rest? Not quite so much. The rest of his body is covered in wrinkles, for the fur has fallen out to leave simply a few strands behind and nothing but blue-toned skin that has a white patch on the muzzle, chest, and dabbing his toes and tail-tip, but it makes him appear all the more dangerous, for it shows his athletic and well-muscled body freely. With the few scars along his figure, especially a massive gashing along his upper throat right beneath his jaw, it is clear he has been a fighter for much of his life, and since he's still standing, it appears he has yet to be taken down. Aloof and quiet, typically cold and only here for business, he prefers to be by himself for all accounts, and is near-icily blunt and a strict realist, attempting to favor logic over emotion in all aspects of his life. Even so, he can be sarcastic and sharp-tongued, and gives off the air of someone much older than he actually is. Level-headed, serious, and rarely every emotional, he is usually found with an expressionless, disapproving frown, watching others do their business, or doing his own- near to perfect, we must add. ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » Kara. She is slender she-cat with dark ginger fur and green eyes. She is lanky feline with compact muscles with various faded scars on her body.Kara is a dangerous feline. She is consumed with anger and hatred that has been boiling over many moons. It has clouded her senses and brain, making her unpredictable and she tends to lash out often. She has sharp tongue. She used to be a sweet yet bold feline until the accident happened and she was forced to become a rogue.Blaze ♡ Madame. At some point, she must've been beautiful- alas, such isn't the case anymore, with the way the wars have taken toll on everyone. Skeletally thin, and yet awkwardly bulging with corded muscle and broad shoulders, all balancing a boxy cranium and seeming to barely carry her weight along, and yet, she remains upright. Her pelage is rather common, be it a deep shade of black flecked and dusted with bronzed gold as a tortoiseshell should, but her fur is both thick and thin depending on the place, but much of it has fallen out along her flanks, leaving patchy residue in its wake, accenting her deep-amber, almost red eyes. Notably, her teeth are quite overgrown past her lips, sharp and yellowed, and her nickname has been dubbed 'Gator' by many out of her earshot. She looks constantly in a state of haunted observance, like someone who knows all the horrors of the world and is always reliving them, and with an unchanging expression and creaking, rasping voice that speaks in tongues that makes it exceedingly difficult to truly know what she's thinking or feeling. Underneath it all, she is viciously keen and intelligent, prone to take any opportunity that benefits her, and although she is capable of true feelings, most things are all means to an end for her. She has a strong affinity for feathers and ties them into her fur everywhere where there is strands still left, making her look even more haggard and messy.ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » Mossy. Named after the color of her green eyes, this feline is small and compacted with sleek, powerful muscles. She has dark chocolate brown fur with darker brown mackerel tabby markings mottled in with her fur. Her eyes are round and she has rather large eggs. Mossy is seeming a mellow feline and doesn't lose her composure often. She is extremely patient and believes in being rational. Mossy can be quite playful and does have a calming, open presence. She can be fierce and direct when the situation calls for it. She is a survivor. Blaze ♡
Outsiders Open, feel free to join as.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 16:51:07 GMT -5
Our Loved Ones Mentors. Wolfstorm mentors Berrypaw. Featherfall mentors Honeypaw. Weaseleye mentors Heavypaw. Tigerbreeze mentors Cedarpaw. Wrencrest mentors Cloudpaw. Goldencloud mentors Robinpaw.
Mates. Weaseleye and Cygnetstar. Wolfstorm and Silverdeer. Wildpath and Embertail are mates. Rainrush and Echowatcher.
Families. Cinderfall, Silverdeer and Wildpath are littermates. Wolfstorm and Silverdeer are the parents of Ashkit, Foxkit and Kestrellkit. Our Story To those outside the Clan, the group behind the mists are only legends and myths. But to HazeClan, the reality of day to day life is all too brutal. Hidden from the rest of the world by the thick mists and fogs which disguise our lands from view. HazeClan is believed to be the only place left where the darkness hasn't taken over, and the stars still shine overhead. Outside our lands, there is nothing but darkness and war. At least that is what we believed for so long. But we are about to be proven wrong, when a group of cats find their way through the mist, requesting sanctuary here from the wars ravaging the rest of our little world. After much convincing, they are accepted on a temporary basis. Yet their promise of leaving never comes to pass, and by the time any of us realise something is going wrong, there is nothing to stop our home crumbling to dust. For these newcomers didn't come with the intentions of seeking peace, but reaping the war the tearing through everything else. These cats are members of the dark forest, and they want our homes for themselves. To turn the last light place into the darkness devouring everything else. And as they seep their claws into the clan, it seems like they have succeeded. Our leader killed, her lives stripped by the destruction of our connection to StarClan, the newcomer's leader takes over for good. Everyone that isn't considered useful are exiled from the clan, this believed to be a death sentence to anyone not allied to the dark forest by now. The remnants, young kits, apprentices and a handful of mothers as well as the medicine cats are left to watch their loved ones dissapear through the mists that kept us safe or so long. But we were wrong about what was left in the outside world, and we aren't about to go down without a fight.
The Loyal; remain to protect the clan, rebels. - Open.
Exiles; forced to leave. - Open. - Silverdeer; Feathertalon . Outsiders; cats outside the clan. - Open.
The Traitor; the leader of the newcomers. - Madame; ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » The Newcomers; dark cats who join the clan. - Open. Open for Claiming;- Apollo and North, see Blaze ♡ 's post page 7. Our Members 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . Cygnetstar, Echowatcher, Runninghare, Wolfstorm, Ashkit and Arrow. ☾ѕησσzє☽ . Featherfall, Sagepool and Heavypaw. ✨ nissabug ✨ . Darkberry, Weaseleye and Honeypaw. ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » . Shrewfrost, Snakeflower and Madame. rose . Cinderfall, Tigerbreeze and Sorrelpaw. Feathertalon . Aspensky, Lionrush and Silverdeer. Blaze ♡ . Wildpath, Wrencrest, Berrypaw, Fox, Kara and Mossy. 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 . Argentfrost, Goldencloud, Sweetbird and Cedarpaw. ~Skyblaze~ . Streamfeather, Dustflight, Mothflutter, Rainrush, Cloudpaw, Robinpaw and Embertail.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 16:52:51 GMT -5
Despite the utter flop of my last clan I have prepared my ego for another kicking and opened a new clan. Please make my day and join
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Sept 22, 2019 19:21:39 GMT -5
Cacti's Saves Avienora. Avienora is a long furred lavender colored molly with very sharp, triangular features, and very, very long ears that come to a sharp, tufted point. She has a frail body, that once used to be plump given her back ground as a kitty-pet, but she now seems constantly malnourished. Her eyes are a beautiful shade of pastel green, and she has a long, winding tail. Avienora is a pacifist, mainly due to her fear of conflict, and shy, overwhelmed nature. She could never bring herself to harm another living thing, even prey - Avie simply can't will herself to hunt. This molly is constantly just a little bit anxious about everything. She's a certified worry-wart, prone to panic, hysteria, and just over-reacting in general. She's very emotional, not one to mask her feelings, and is in fact rather open with how she feels. Her soft hearted nature makes her an easy friend, but it also makes her easy to manipulate. A visit to the doctors has left her barren, as is expected with most kitty-pets. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Kitty pet. Newcomer. Open for relationships. Other, i.e. role requests. questions, etc.
Snowystep. There couldn't be a more qualified cat to be deputy than Snowystep, fit with a strong physical build, a sharp mind, a cheery attitude, and a devotion for her clan so strong she'd give up everything - including her sight. Snowystep is a beautiful, lithe molly with fur as white as snow. It remains sleek over most of her body, but puffs out along her chest to give her an elegant mane. She has a long tail, curbed ears, and a sharp snout that comes to a point with a black nose. Her eyes are well, gone. They have been completely torn from their sockets, making her face hard to look at. Snowystep sacrificed her eyesight to save her clan during a violent badger attack, but has sense then grown accustom to her blindness, her sense of hearing now very sharp. Snowystep is an optimist, she's easy to talk to, radiating a glow of well-meaning humor most all the time. She is intelligent, and can keep her cool during even the harshest of moments. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Deputy Open for relationships. Will become on of the Loyals
Maroonpaw. Maroonpaw is a sleek, short furred, and lithe tom, with a small, lean, but surprisingly strong body. He lacks any fat on his bone, but has a good amount of muscle that makes him an adversary in combat, even given his younger age. He has deep, dark auburn fur, when hit in the light it appears to be a dark burgundy, but in the shade it's almost black. He has sharp features, a pointed snout and ears, and a triangular shaped head. There is a small notch on his left ear, and his right paw is badly damaged, forcing him to have a bit of a limp. Maroonpaw is charming in a strange way, he is very cold, off putting, distant, and straight up rude, but there is an air of mystery around him that can intrigue you. But, if you're not hooked in by that, then you probably regard Maroonpaw as sort of an asshole. He is quiet, holding a respect for power that keeps him from acting out of line, but among his peers, and those lesser, he acts snide and rude. He is incredibly anti-social, not caring for the comfort of others. Although he is cruel, and mean, Maroonpaw is not without his soft spots. He isn't impossible to talk to, occasionally cats have managed to break past his incredibly hardened shell, and gotten to know him a bit better. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Apprentice Open for relationships. Will end up helping the newcomers overthrow the clan.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 22, 2019 19:39:20 GMT -5
{ I will get my kitties back up here in a moment lol Lemme just go find them and edit them around a bit cx I might create a medicine cat this time tho if that's okay }
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 19:40:02 GMT -5
Awesome! Good to see you RD no idea what brought you here XD
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 22, 2019 19:41:15 GMT -5
oh I don't know ;P
Also gonna just make new ones bc lazy about finding them so i'll edit this post with them when I got them all done
Sagepool His body is small but the smallest part of him has to be his ears, they never fully grew to their exact size. He now suffers from a hearing less than most cats his age. He originally wanted to be a warrior but he had to take up the position of a medicine cat after a failure to properly hunt or fight. He has one defense on him a least, he has black fur that can blind in with the shadows around him. He also has dull amber eyes, never seeming to light up even at the slightest of things. Sagepool can be a cynical at times, usually thinking of the worse outcome and assuming it's what will happen. He does try his hardest despite that, he will work tirelessly without sleep to make sure a cat get the proper care they need. ☾ѕησσzє☽ Medicine cat Could be the younger sibling of Echowatcher if she's older than him? Other, i.e. role requests. questions, etc.
Featherfall. A swirl of dark brown colors encase her light brown fur, never seeming to follow a strict pattern much the like who bares them. She has a white underbelly and light green eyes. Her fur is a constant mess, usually full of different burrs and twigs she had collected the hunt/patrol before. Featherfall isn't lazy, she just never bothers to clean it. Along with the lazy look of her fur, she is somewhat plump for a clan cat. Her body never processes food as quickly as she can eat it but that's alright with her, it just gives her advantage when she goes and fights off intruders. Personality wise, she's hard to pinpoint. She typically has mood swings, jumping from mood to mood without a second thought as to why. She also is very unpredictable though this trait of hers is on purpose. She never wants a cat to be able to know what she's going to do next, it might make her look unruly but she claims it makes her life more interesting. ☾ѕησσzє☽ Warrior Open but I got none woops. Other, i.e. role requests. questions, etc.
Heavypaw. His kitten fat never fully went away, not really a shocker to the cats around him considering he was the fattest kitten in the nursery during his time spent there. He also was the largest size wise, with broad shoulders and paws too big for his feet at the time. He still hasn't fully grown into the paws, making him severely uncoordinated. It doesn't help him that his tail is only a stump attached to him. Heavypaw has light cream colored fur, no patterns noticeable in it from a distance. When a cat gets close enough, they are able to see the light tabby markings all over. Most cats aren't able to get this close though before he leaves, he never likes to around other cats for longer than needed. He's the reclusive type but his size makes it hard for him to hide away. ☾ѕησσzє☽ Apprentice Relationships Other, i.e. role requests. questions, etc.
Also can I claim a leader's kit? Duskkit would be the name and she-cat, will add more as she shows up >.> I don't like making a personality for a (unborn?) kit.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 19:43:00 GMT -5
Haha no problem, and its fine for you to have the medicine cat by the way!
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 22, 2019 20:17:10 GMT -5
{necro the rules say Canyonclan btw ^^; }
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Sept 22, 2019 20:25:39 GMT -5
ooh can i claim the mate? wanted to ask before i just go all out making him lol ))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 20:39:47 GMT -5
Of course Nissa long time no see!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 20:41:03 GMT -5
That is a lie and I have no idea where you got that from XD (thanks RD)
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 22, 2019 20:47:59 GMT -5
lol oops Also cats are up there c: In all of their beautiful glory woops also Featherfall and Sagepool will end up loyal but probably not heavypaw bc he's...a mess. Though if possible, I'd like for Featherfall to be kinda...idk I want cats to be unsure of her loyalty ties due to personality.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 20:50:31 GMT -5
Theyre Awesome, I shall add in the morning as I’m now on my phone but they all look good! You’d be welcome to a lot, yes they currently don’t exist XD I love Duskkit though, one of my favourite names.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 22, 2019 20:54:01 GMT -5
Dusk is a great name c: I don't know about any later on names for her though haha. Also you're fine! I think I can let it go that u can't add them up top just yet considering I have been...MIA sorta the past week or so ;P
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 21:01:52 GMT -5
I’ll stick around for a while but shall get starters up in the morning
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 22, 2019 21:08:02 GMT -5
ok c: I'll get mine up...eventually >.> Either tonight if possible or tomorrow. Hubby is now sickly (maybe his teeth something is wrong? I'm no doctor but who knows) so I gotta take him to the doctor tomorrow early in the morning
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Sept 22, 2019 21:15:10 GMT -5
((good to see you again too!!! college has been squishing me but now that ive gotten into the flow its a little better lol)) Weaseleye Weaseleye is a tall and very skinny tom no matter how much he eats. His brown fur is slick to his sides, and his tail is long and whip-like. His underbelly up to his muzzle is white, along with all four white paws. He has yellow eyes, one of which was injured during his apprenticeship and now permanently squints. Weaseleye is quick-witted and doesn't put up with much, and tends to be very stubborn. But under the tough layers is a soft heart, especially for kits. ✨ nissabug ✨ Warrior Cygnetstar's mate. Darkberry Darkberry is very small black she-cat with a thickset body. She has round green eyes and soft facial features, making her look very friendly. Luckily her apperance and personality match up, as she is a kind and caring cat. She doesn't speak up very often, and when she does it's very quiet with a nonthreatening tone; she would rather listen and pay attention. Despite this, you won't find her backing out of a fight anytime soon, and she's quick to defend others. ✨ nissabug ✨ Warrior Open to relationships Honeypaw Honeypaw is a tall cream she-cat with golden tabby points. Her fur is long and very fluffy, especially on her tail and chest. She has pale blue eyes that almost look crossed; her tall ears and narrow features make her look even taller. Honeypaw has a hard time focusing, and finds herself wandering off doing her own thing or just being clumsy in general. However, she's a very quick learner and once you get her attention it won't take long for her to understand. Everything she does is done passionately, and she has such an empathetic heart. ✨ nissabug ✨ Apprentice Open to relationships (maybe could be heavypaw's sister?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 22, 2019 21:21:42 GMT -5
I love Weasel! I’ll add in the morning. But welcome Nissa
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 23, 2019 5:54:38 GMT -5
Good morning! I shall get on with adding now
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 23, 2019 6:08:32 GMT -5
I've added everybody I believe! [except cac cos I don't like her that much XD ] if there are any problems let me know, I shall be getting some starters up soon.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 23, 2019 6:26:31 GMT -5
Morning brought with it a bitter draught, enough to shake the bones of even the most accustomed warrior, but Cygnetstar sat stoic above the camp. If the cold bothered her, she gave no indicator as to such, seemingly at ease on her precarious perch. After all, this was her home and it had been for as long as she could remember. Cygnetstar struggled to fathom being anywhere else. Despite the lethal nature of her unusual home, the young shecat felt safe within the confines of her camp. At the heart of those she cared for the most, and the pretty leader would do anything to ensure it remained that way. That was fortunate, given the silver tabby had all the more reason of recent to desire security. Whilst barely anybody knew it, the young leader was to add to the clan's population within a couple of moons. The only ones privy to her news were the medicine cats, her mate and a handful of her closest friends. Though the shecat regretted telling even them, it seemed pregnancy had rendered her useless in the opinions of her clanmates. Cygnetstar cringed with frustration, her gaze lingered on the medicine cat den for a heartbeat, waiting with anticipation for signs of movement within the cavernous den. For now she saw none. Poor Sagepool will lose fur if he sees me up here, Cygnetstar might have found it amusing if it didn't leave her wanting to smack every cat who warned her of even the slightest consequence to her actions. Her little ones wouldn't arrive for the better part of a moon, and she refused to be imprisoned in her own camp for such a long time. Chuckling softly at the sensation of squirming, a recent revelation to her but something that was now a regular and occasionally infuriating occurrence. It left her with mild nausea, but fortunately few cared to watch their leader close enough to note the brief discomfort that burst to life on her silver expression, quickly stifled but present all the same. A slight smile lit her expression, an ember that quickly burned out. Her thoughts briefly on the idea of what the future held, kittens of her own had once been a distant dream, but now felt imminent and somewhat scary. But there was little to be done now, and in truth she looked forward to a family of her own. Namely because she couldn't wait to see her mate become a father. But for now she couldn't linger on thoughts of the future, instead the day ahead. Lifting herself to limber paws, the swell of her stomach barely noticeable given she was a slender shecat by nature, the expectant leader stretched. Plumed tail flicking in the persistent breeze, before leaping with ease to the crater floor metres bellow. Casting her gaze around with mild curiosity as to who was awake at this early hour, she set about checking the camp for flaws. Awaiting her clanmates awakening so they could get on with the day's tasks. Echowatcher.
With Whom. Tags.
In the corner of the warriors den caves was a shecat who looked little more than a shadow against the greys and blacks of the massive den. The calico was playing at sleep, for rest had been evasive and frustratingly fitful. What few blinks of rest she had managed to grasp at had been littered with nightmares, and eventually she simply relented, giving up on any hopes for a comfortable night sleep. Instead she falsified the act, hoping nobody around her would look too close and see the truth of her pretences. Her reasons were admittedly rather selfish, her bones aching too severely to want to begin the days activities. Echowatcher was content in the warmth of the warriors den, and she wished to prolong this comfort as long as she was able to. But as the sounds of birdsong began to filter through the warriors dens crevices, her peace fractured, the young warrior let out a frustrated grumble. Resting her head on her paws, she contemplated remaining for a little while longer only to decide against it. Boredom replacing the enjoyment of her peace, though the ache remained a focal point of her thoughts. Yet the young shecat began to itch with the discomfort, the very idea that somebody might have seen her like this was enough to prompt her movement. Lifting herself to her paws, she wove through the warriors den in silence, careful to avoid treading too close to her clanmates for fear she might rouse a more fortunate cat from their sleep. She made a beeline for the den's exit, and pulled free of the warriors den confines and into the pale golden light bathing the camp. She elicited a soft sigh, looking around in an attempt to conjure an idea as to who was awake, only to find the camp largely empty. For the time being at least, she knew all too well peace during the daytime was not something that lasted too long. It was only a matter of time, for now at least she would settle and wait. Knowing Snowystep would be about soon enough to bark orders for the day. Detecting movement from the camp walls, she observed Cygnetstar leaping from her perch overhead but otherwise paid little to no attention. Aside from a slight reverence for the shecat's powerful position, Echowatcher harboured no pretences as to considering herself a close friend to the silver tabby. Thus, the warrior merely nodded her head in acknowledgement to the leader as she advanced passed. Watching for a heartbeat longer, she turned away to settle down for the morning, waiting with mild anticipation for the day to start, and offer distraction from her resilient boredom.
Runninghare.
With Whom. Tags.
Runninghare returned to camp more dejected than any cat had ever likely seen him, and looking as though he had been dragged backwards through every bush the territory had to offer. Whilst the disorderly appearance was by no means abnormal, burrs and leaves were practically a constant part of his personality, for grooming was almost never a past time the young tom partook in unless forced to or incredibly bored. What was unusual, practically blue moon unusual, was the fact the practically permanent smile had vanished from his handsome expression. Replaced instead with a sheepish frustration, and a poorly hidden grimace as he trudged back to camp. What would usually be a short journey for the energetic young tom, now felt like it took an eternity as he returned to the crater. And what made it worse of all, was the fact all of this was his own fault, though he wouldn't admit it for all the prey on the moors. He had grown too eager in his chase of an elusive bunny, and lost track of where his paws were landing. The consequence was he had been sent face first into the hard dirt of the Painted Fells, leaving the earth painted now with at least some of his blood. Frankly the young tom was fortunate to have avoided breaking a leg. But the young tom disregarded that for now, he was in pain; having severely twisted his hind leg during his ill-advised adventures, and was now having to make his way home. Defeated by the face of a cotton tailed adversary. It seemed to take a million moons, but eventually the familiar sight of the crater came into sight. And the young warrior began trudging the familiar paths that would lead him into camp, and no doubt to the amusement of his clanmates and the frustrations of the medicine cats. He walked with hesitant paws, not anticipating a warm welcome as he returned to camp empty pawed and injured. The thought of the humiliation already brought an uncomfortable warmth to his ears, his heart racing harshly in his chest. Finally he was within camp, casting a sheepish gaze around camp in search of the medicine cat. Slinking in the shadows with the hopes of not being spotted until he had sought the attention of the healers, hoping to get out of this with as little embarrassment as he could manage. Something that was quickly beginning to feel impossible to achieve. Returning to the crater not long after the defeated arrival of Runninghare, was the massive tom known as Wolfstorm. Trudging down the paths with a steady gait, his gaze lingered on the path before him, his massive paws finding easy footfalls on the skinny paths, but still he found the need to be cautious. The bigger they are the bigger they fall, and the great distance from him to the camp floor was not an inviting one, thus he was content to keep his steady pace. Gripped in his jaws was a large raven, carried carefully by its smokey black wing. Enough to provide sustenance to at least a queen and her kits, or maybe the clan's apprentices. The older warrior was frankly proud for the mornings efforts, especially given that his large frame didn't often give ease to the hunt especially not of birds mid flight. His chest puffed out with pride, but otherwise he didn't brag about his achievements. It was the least that could be expected of most, and he wouldn't expect much fanfare for what most would consider a pretty basic task. Paws leaving divets in the moist dirt underpaw as he approached the fresh kill pile, he deposited his offerings onto the pile. Even with his efforts, the pile's contents were far from appealing to look at. His own hunger diminished somewhat when he realised the choices presented. Thus he took nothing for himself and instead turned away, finding a warm place to sit and begin grooming his thick coat free of the burrs he had attracted during his ventures. Looking up as he watched Cygnetstar pass, he watched her curiously for a heartbeat. Something seemed different about the leader, and whilst he wouldn't question it allowed, the older tom has ideas as to what it was. Wolfstorm had seen many shecats bring kits into the clan, and he believed Cygnetstar would soon add herself to that roster. But if the leader wasn't going to admit it to the clan yet, the tabby wouldn't question it. Not wishing to add adversity to what had been a peaceful few moons for the clan. Pulling his gaze away, he set to work making himself more presentable to the clan. His efforts concentrated but his ears flicked and twitched occasionally. Offering evidence to the fact he wasn't entirely fixed on his work, keeping alert as to what was going on around him.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 23, 2019 8:00:13 GMT -5
Starters are up, if anyone wants to roleplay let me know!
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Sept 23, 2019 11:28:25 GMT -5
{Bleh, I'll be able to rp later tonight xc I haven't slept so im about to head off to bed now. Sorry, with hubby sick I've been...all over the place}
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 23, 2019 11:30:54 GMT -5
Dont worry RD! I hope he feels better soon
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