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     Prefixes: Shark, Splash, Pike, Ripple, Lion, Sea, Sand

Sharkbite . Male . 42 Moons . rp'd by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 .

- - { xx }. The first thing you'll notice about Sharkbite is his scarred pelt. The tom has had his time in battle and acts as if the old wounds are trophies. They cross and connect all of his dark gray pelt. Sharkbite is the color of stone with darker tabby stripes. His muzzle, chest, and belly are as white as snows. His paws are quite large and he is slightly on the bigger build. His eyes are almost the color of the water in Crescent Bay. His tail is long and rather bushy. On his face, he has a scar running across the bridge of his nose down to his upper lip on his left side. His right eye has a scar over it, but the eye itself shows no damage.

- - { xx }. Sharkbite is the opposite of what you would imagine. He's patient and wise. He's an observer and a wonderful tracker. He calculates potential paths and strategies for battle and everyday tasks. Sharkbite also has a soft side for kits and enjoys spending time near the nursery. On the other paw, when he enters a fight, he appears to show no mercy and has to be snapped to reality to stop. It makes him reckless and can easily explain the wounds on his body. He also shows favoritism and any cat he has seen done wrong he makes a note to avoid their climb up the ladder of power unless they show otherwise. He's also very protective of his kin and his leader.

- - { xx }. Born in BayClan, Sharkbite lives quite a normal life so far. He had a normal apprenticeship for the most part, as he did get a little rough at times. He has a strong bond with his sister, Splashflower. He was quite protective of her and the rest of his kin. While there were times that the two quarreled, they easily made up and continued on their ways. It wasn't until Splashflower and a slightly younger warrior named Sunstream became close that Sharkbite started to drift. The warrior Splashflower grew some kind of connection with was lazy and irresponsible. He had a long journey ahead of him if he ever dreamed of being more than a warrior. Sharkbite tried to intervene on occasion, but it was futile. While they weren't official, the pair quickly dissolved. Sunstream became awkward around the she-cat and her brother. In fact, Sharkbite was rather cold to the tom and his disdain grew when Splashflower announced she was expecting kits. She didn't have a mate and the only tom who came to mind for who the father might be was Sunstream. Of course Sharkbite was supportive, wanting to be a good uncle to his future nieces. However, because Sunstream had emotionally hurt Splashflower, he wouldn't allow him close to his sister nor the future kits. Sharkbite guarded the nursery when his sister kitted and long behold, Sunstream was father. That didn't matter to Sharkbite, as he adored the two kits and even tried to play a paw in their lives to get them on the right track, unfortunately, Robinstar wasn't too amused.



sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - He's hetero.

rank - - Deputy

kin - - Open + Open = Sharkbite, Open, Splashflower; Open to younger siblings if parents' age permits

crush/mate - -(optional)

other - -

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     Padding back into the camp, Thrushwing held his prizes from a solo hunt in his jaws. It was still leafbare, but in a moon's time, the warm breezes of new-leaf should roll through. His muscles rippled as she walked to the freshkill pile, which had just began to grow in size. Placing his mouse and vole on top, his green eyes scanned for Lionfang. They would need to patrol the borders soon, and the ginger warrior was assigned to the same patrol Thrushwing was in. The gray warrior admired the tom, as he thought Lionfang was a brilliant warrior. "Hmm, where is he?" the gray tabby pondered as he surveyed the camp.

Vixenyowl . dfab . 18 moons . rp'd by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » .

- - { xx }. This feline is marked by a muscular, willowy structure with a sturdy, flexible frame and athletic muscle. This includes a long, lean trunk with elegantly elongated limbs, a sturdy but lean chest, and powerful haunches. Her cranium is a slice of wedge with defined facial features and edges, big ears, and marked by large, expressive optics both colored a bright, warm honey shade. Covering her figure is a pelage medium-length and downy, glossy, and loosely curly that tightens to frame her face, around her elbows and haunches, and long tail. This pelage is colored a sultry hue of tan, red, and brown mixed together in various shades, lightening in her underbelly pattern to paler creams and tans. Various sprays of cinnamon, spice, copper, ginger, and orange flash across her body like streams of sunlight dappling her coat and turning it to liquid flame. Crowning in a layer overtop and across her body streaks starkly darker marbled bengal-tabby markings all across the length of her figure.

- - { xx }. As adventurous and carefree as the pull of the tides and the twinkle of sunlight within her fur, Vixenyowl is a bold, courageous, warm sort. She has, and always will be, pulled by the call of adventure and the mystere of the world for what it is and will eventually be. Her curiosity and insight are infectious, blazing through her life not like a quickly-burning match, but like flames of the sun, everlasting and compassionate and encompassing. Even so, she, like the tide and sun, she is unpredictable and devious and wants only her own independence and freedom, carelessly and naively so, and selfishly opionated and reckless. She can be forceful and demanding and devious, another stab of her wildness and her stubbornness despite her passions of which, without careful training, turn to an insatiable need for freedom and solitude, a burning flame alone in a cave without the sunlight to keep it a warm one.

- - { xx }. Vixenyowl was born alongside her sister, Hidingmouse, as the only offsprings of her father Goldenpurr and mother Oceantrill. Vixenyowl grew to take more of her father's compassion and her mother's adventure than did her sister, creating the liquid flame she is. However, soon after she and her sister were apprenticed, their mother succumbed to illness that had always been within. As of such, while Hidingmouse became more dependent and nurturing, Vixenyowl was scared and wished only for freedom and escape. Even so, she is very close to her family, and wouldn't think of leaving them behind.



sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Demisexual Demiromantic

rank - - Warrior

kin - - Goldenpurr (father), Oceantrill (mother), Hidingmouse (sister)

crush/mate - -

other - - Even now, Vixenyowl has an extreme paranoia of illness and avoids the medicine cat's den and those who are ill as much as possible, although she will constantly provide for them and offer distant assistance.

Hidingmouse . dfab . 18 moons . rp'd by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » .

- - { xx }. A true whisper of wind found solid mass in the trunks of the trees and the sails of a boat, this feline is marked by a lean, willowy, athletically-muscled figure that is well-statured and sturdy. This includes a long, lean, muscled trunk and proportionally elongated limbs, a sturdy, lean chest, and powerful haunches. Her cranium is a slice of wedge with soft, sloping, rounded facial features and edges, average-sized ears, and touched by big, expressive eyes both colored a calm, deep blue. Covering her figure is a pelage medium-length although leaning to short-length and downy, glossy, and lightly curly throughout, with particularly tight curls at her face and streaming off her tail. This pelage is colored a cool mixing of light cinnamons, calming browns and tans, and soothing shades of smoke and grey. There are dapples of husky bark and cherrywood amongst her silvery creams and milky earthy tones. Against this pelage as an overcoat is darker, but not startlingly so, marbled bengal-tabby markings all throughout her fur, although leaving her face relatively untouched and therefore softer-looking.

- - { xx }. While she is light and airy as the breeze off the ocean, she is also a steadfast, devoted presence for those around her, whether they need her or not. While she is by no means flashy or even bold or courageous at all, she is a dependable and sincere sort. She sees no kindness in argument and battle, no matter what it is, and her gentleness and sweetness embolden her nurturing and delicate nature. Quietly contemplative and always present, despite her own shortcomings. Even so, she is sensitive and easily touched, easily warmed and flustered, pushed off course and distracted like the play of the wind, fitting wherever the caverns are and hardly reaching for the mountains, that which she could if she tried, but so seldom believes. Though she may be steady, she is easily stressed, easily overwhelmed, and so quickly dumping herself in pits that do not exist aside from what her imagination wants to create. Timid and shy, seeing herself incapable of anything but being the flexible, nurturing cat not meant to go on the adventures with the rest, meant to stay home. While her sister is emotionally cowardly, Hidingmouse is shy with her own abilities, but can stay true to herself in the face of adversity.

- - { xx }. Hidingmouse was born alongside her sister, Vixenyowl, as the only offsprings of her father Goldenpurr and mother Oceantrill. Hidingmouse grew to take on more of the wise contemplation of her father and the nurturing steadfast of her mother than did Vixenyowl, creating the shy but steady breeze she is. However, soon after she and her sister were apprenticed, their mother succumbed to illness that had always been within. As of such, while Hidingmouse became more dependent and present, Vixenyowl was scared and wished only for freedom and escape. 



sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Pansexual Heteroflexible

rank - - Warrior

kin - - Goldenpurr (father), Oceantrill (mother), Hidingmouse (sister)

crush/mate - -

other - - While she has extreme fear of sickness and illness, Hidingmouse does not flee from it like her bolder sister does, and instead balances out her terror with her intense need to nurture and ensure the death of her mother is not seen in the families of those around her.

Goldenpurr . dmab . 40 moons . rp'd by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » .

- - { xx }. A sturdy frame and thickly corded muscle tell of this masculine's tall height and overall well-built stature. This includes a long, muscled trunk and proportionally long limbs, a sturdy, broad chest and shoulders, and powerful haunches. His cranium is a slice of wedge that is more broad than thin, massive but with defined features and edges, average-sized ears, and touched by off-setting big, expressive eyes both colored a deep, dark amber with various slivers of pirate's gold within. Covering his figure is a pelage short-length although longer around his face, haunches, and tail, downy and glossy and straight in style. This pelage is colored a warm shading of copper-red, patched with some russet and orange tendrils that snake through and set his pelage to a fiery tone, getting lighter at his underfur chest and stomach. Along this coat is an overlay of startlingly darker marbled bengal-tabby markings that stream freely throughout his fur. Amongst these colors are a few splashes of pale- his front left paw, against the right side of his muzzle and cheek, all of which are white. There are a few jagged marks in his pelage- a scar across his chest, a few miscellaneous along his front legs.

- - { xx }. A strong and regal general, Goldenpurr has long since proved his level head and compassionate nature for those around him. Both physical and mental strength are his virtue and he is trailed by a constant air of inner peace and sanctuary, his protection and shield offered to those who are worthy, his sword against the unjust. For his concerns are for his family and his clan, for they are all he has left, and for such he is a fatherly figure and appears much older and more sophisticated than his age tells him to be. However, he is not always some kind of personable amicability- he is coarse, almost aloof with his personal feelings. While he is fatherly and wise, he is standoffish and work-oriented, so much so he does not regularly form close personal relationships with others. While anyone he does care for will always have his protection, he doesn't go to great lengths to nurture these relationships. While he is family-oriented, he is strict and set in his ways, stubbornly so and painfully self-conscious of himself and his own shortcomings, easily frustrated although not easily shown considering his aloof.

- - { xx }. Born to a regal pairing, Goldenpurr was an only child and spoiled to death by both mother and father. While he grew, preened and groomed to perfection, the strongest both mentally and physically, he came to see himself a king with everyone else beneath him. However, as he was apprenticed, he met many a failure in himself and fostered a more introverted and closed-off part of himself that still spikes out in various frustrations and obsessions. And it was here he met Oceantrill, a strong, independent feline who's parents had died when she was young, left to fend for herself. He thought he could beat her at training- but she so frequently surpassed him, he was surplexed and depressed. However, she was kind, and eventually he allowed her close enough to teach him what truly mattered in the world. The closer they grew, the more warm Goldenpurr became, and soon after warrior hood the two agreed to be mates and had their children: Vixenyowl and Hidingmouse. Sadly, Oceantrill had always had a lingering ill around her that she succumbed to when her children were apprenticed. Goldenpurr, heartbroken but strong and protective for his daughters, he became wise but colder.



sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Demisexual Panromantic

rank - - Warrior

kin - - Oceantrill (passed mate), Vixenyowl (daughter), Hidingmouse (daughter)

crush/mate - - Oceantrill (deceased); Open

other - - He is open to another relationship, whether for kits or for romance

Addertrail . dmab . 25 moons . rp'd by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » .

- - { xx }. One could say he is a cross between the snake he is named for, a hulk of tense muscle. His figure is lean, flexible, but every inch beneath the velvet skin is corded by strong, hard muscle and undertoned by a lean, yielding structure to roll with the punches and deal back many of his own- but he appears thin, almost gaunt, with jagged edges poking from the smooth planes of hard muscle. He has a long, muscled, pointed trunk with a lean chest and thin, but powerful, haunches. His cranium is that of a thin, modified wedge-shape that draws attention to its sharpness like that of an adder's head, with lightly sunken and slyly narrowed optics both colored a golden-emerald tie, average ears, and defined facial edges. Coating his figure is a pelage of oddity. It is short-length and downy soft that is relatively smooth, but tufted and kinks a bit at the jagged edges of his figure such as along his spine, his joints, and at his neck and face, and prickle-bush long tail. Curiously enough, it is not consistent and is in-fact so short is might as well be a velvet layer over his skin. All of this is colored something very odd for a male- it is a darkly-shaded tortoiseshell-calico mumble. While it is a more pastel shading of cream and grey and white, its consistency and shading is dark, with all sorts of patches and melting of cream, grey, white, black, and some miniature flashes of coppers and gingers. There is a small scar against his lip on the left side.

- - { xx }. Perhaps much like a snake, perhaps like a fox. Addertrail does not have that many redeeming qualities about him and the ones he does have are few and far-between and typically buried beneath layers of other things. At least he is loyal, whether it be to himself and his clan. It is even a stretch, but still correct, to say he is even capable of being responsible and compassionate for others, helpful even, if he needs to be. At least he tries to label his obsessiveness and his snappiness with the idea of protection, and those who are beaten down will find some sort of friend in him. He can truly be said not to be a selfish cat. But, most of him is made up of a hunk of bad things, or at least mildly irritating. For one, he is manipulative, sly, and likes to toy and play with others just to see how it ends up. He is dishonest, whether it be with his feelings or anything else, and he keeps himself under layers of laid-back, easygoing tease and personable aloofness. Emotions frustrate him, but he is relatively easy-rolling.

- - { xx }. Born to a pairing of fiery mother and wild father, Addertrail was the only of his litter. His parents were relatively absent, and when they were around, it was aggressive sharing of the love of freedom and life outside, vain and wild and certainly not ready to be parents whatsoever. But, kits could be profits if they could provide connections, provide some payoff. Hence, they taught the crafty arts of manipulation and dishonesty. While his parents were not exclusive to one another, they did come about once more to have another single kit by the name of Bramblekit- a little brother. They did everything together, meek little brother following the much more daring older. But as they grew, their parents grew increasingly absent, and as Addertrail progressed by his own violence, Bramblekit- then Bramblepaw- became all the more left alone. Eventually, Bramblepaw found his interests in the solitude at the edge of the territory. One day, he simply didnt come back. Addertrail, heartbroken, became even more an aggressive example of what his parents always wanted him to be. Even so, its fostered in him the idea that relationships aren't meant to last, and cats older than him or in-charge are not to be trusted.



sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Demisexual Panromantic

rank - - Warrior

kin - - n.a

crush/mate - - 

other - - He is one of the rare male calicos that is in fact fertile- however, conception is very difficult for him and a low chance, but it is possible in the slight.

Roleplay Sample:

{Roleplay short from Skype}
    Tighten of sinew, such as a brace, in a fashion that suggested instinct over intelligent mulls. But the movement didn't shift the molly's cranium away, as the momentary seep of unconscious was overtaken by a more prevalent, and more enjoyable, sensation. The touch was soft, a bare press to her skin, but it was there nonetheless. For the time, the haggard stress which hung beneath imploring pearls livened and cleared to a more humane visage. The tentative nature was not lost on the honed attention, but any musing of it didn't create a place for itself against the softness of her expression. Instead, a more sincere formation came in a tender smile, rosette shells fluttering in a gesture of shy geniality. Obsidian stars lilted towards the other, remained against the rogue's posture, even as eyelashes buckled beneath an instinctual and etiquette pressure not to stare too long- fear of politeness, fear of the other staring back at her too. There was only a slight tightening to the visage, a darkening of the jewels, as she grimly listened to the information of the Shadows said rankings. She had already figured such, when she was on the battlefield, beneath waves of the stench of blood, death, and primal figures. A look of sympathy cast to the other molly, a shifting on her toes like she was coming closer. She would wait for her to become acquainted with the camp. For now, her need for need was subdued. Standing to attention, she would do all required and asked of her.

Cinderfall . Feamle . 19 Moons . rp'd by @silvey .

- - { xx }. Cinderfall is a dark brown tabby she-cat with large owl-sized dark green eyes. Her pelt has classic tabby stripes but instead of white for her muzzle, paws, and belly, she has a cream color. She has a few cream patches on her chest and on her fore-head. Her build is lithe and slim to the point she seems fragile.

- - { xx }. Cinderfall is kind, patient, and gentle. She has a heart of gold and hates hurting anyone including her enemies. She often is quiet around those she doesn't know and becomes shy but enjoys talking and being around those she knows. The dark brown tabby can also be sensitive and can be easy to hurt even if it was just a joke. While she's trying to improve her sensitivity it's hard for her to overcome.

- - { xx }. As a young apprentice she had an older sister that had abandoned not only here but their Clan to become a rouge. During this time Cinderfall felt like it was her fault and instead of being cruel and bitter she became clingy to those she cares about. She doesn't like the very thought of being left alone again it brings her back to the memory of her sister's cruel heartless act of leaving her behind.



sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Pan-sexual

rank - - Warrior

kin - - Speckledwish* + Eelstorm* = Cinderfall, Hazelfern*, ???

crush/mate - -(optional)

other - -

Shrimppaw . Tom . 7 Moons . rp'd by @silvey .

- - { xx }. Shrimppaw is a small ball of fluff with large luminonscent yellow eyes. His pelt is a snowy white color and he has no tabby markings on his pelt at all. His build is small and lithe and he has asmtha.

- - { xx }. Shrimppaw is very timid and feels intimidated by his clan members just by their sheer size of them. He is self-conscious about how tiny his is and wonders if he will ever be like the warriors he see's going out on hunting patrols and border patrols. He doesn't talk much due to being so nervous and scared all the time and he usually does tail signels when he's out of breath or if he's to nervous to talk. The fluffy white tom is also kind and gentle with others because he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

- - { xx }. Shrimppaw's mother died from giving birth to him and he was the runt of the litter that had expectations of dying, but he kept fighting with every breath he took. He surprised the medicine cat and his father but all the same it made his fater happy to have his son survive. While he's the runt and has asthma he tries to do the best he can and pushes himself.



sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Unknown

rank - - Apprentice

kin - - Clearfrost* + ??? = Shrimppaw, ???, ???

crush/mate - -(N/A

other - -

Frostfire . Female . 23 . rp'd by frσstfírє

- - { xx }. Description. Frostfire’s most notable feature is her eyes - a light, piercing blue that possess the power to captivate and a hint of mischievousness. She is a thin, slender, and small feline who walks with grace and a deep sense of confidence. Her fur is soft and sleek, possessing no visible blemishes, and is a majestic silvery-grey in colouring with darker tabby markings, as well as a white belly and paws.

- - { xx }. If mischief were to be personified, it would come in the form of Frostfire. She is notorious for speaking her mind and voicing her opinions, requested or not, though she seldom does so with no ill intentions. She may come off as a slacker to others due to her own personal selfishness; she will put minimal effort into things that don’t interest her, but throw her heart and soul into what does. She prefers to avoid conversations and situations that are more serious in nature, and if she finds herself caught in one, tends to zone out or make light of it. Despite her less appealing traits, she is devoted to those she cares about and is more self-conscious than one may perceive.

- - { xx }. Born to older cats, Frostfire constantly felt like more of a burden to her mother than anything. It was clear that Lynxpounce was favoured for her more docile nature, which fuelled Frostfire’s mischievous and outspoken one. She in turn grew closer to her father, whom helped her develop the confidence she exudes today. Despite knowing none of this was the fault of her sister, she can’t help but harbour some resentment.

sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Biromantic asexual

rank - - Warrior

kin - - Lynxpounce (sister)

crush/mate - -

other - -

Lynxpounce . Female . 23 . rp'd by @frostifre

- - { xx }.  Unlike her sister, there are no characteristics of Lynxpounce that particularly stand out - but that’s not to say she isn’t an attractive cat. Her fur is thick but neat, and similar in colour to that of Frostfire - a silvery-grey with tabby markings and white muzzle, chest, belly, paws, and part of her tail. She is well-built, with broad, muscular shoulders and large paws. Her eyes are the colour of molten gold with some darker flecks dotting the area around the pupil. Despite the size of her paws, she has a delicate and quiet gait, often going unheard when approaching others. Her tail is long and feathery, and her right ear harbours a small knick.

- - { xx }. Like the animal she was named for, Lynxpounce is quiet and can come off as distant and stand-offish. She lacks much of the confidence her sister possesses, though she makes up for it and effort and generosity. Finding it difficult to say “no”, Lynxpounce tends to be a pushover, but doesn’t mind so long as she is contributing to the betterment of the clan. She possesses strong morales and is immeasurably loyal to her clan and family, though is not ambitious in terms of her future, content with her life as a loyal warrior.

- - { xx }. The quieter of the sisters, Lynxpounce was the light of her mother’s life. Despite feelings of guilt over her treatment compared to Frostfire’s, Lynxpounce never spoke up out of fear of offending either party. Albeit their differences growing up, the two sisters are fairly close.

sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Heterosexual

rank - - Warrior

kin - - Frostfire (sister)

crush/mate - -(optional)

other - - Harbours a hidden fear of water due to a near-drowning incident as a kit.

Mudpool . Male . 32 . rp'd by frσstfírє .

- - { xx }.  Like the great spruce trees of the woodlands, Mudpool is a tall, dark tom. His eyes are pale green in colour with flecks of gold adding an air of mystery around his character. He is a large, brown tabby with specks of white on his chest and around his eyes. His left ear is torn in several places and there is a patch of fur missing on his left shoulder, the remnants of a fox encounter several moons ago. Despite his broad shoulders, he has a slender and agile build.

- - { xx }. A quiet observer, Mudpool is very watchful of his surroundings and prefers listening to talking. He is obedient, wise, and gentle, seldom losing his temper, though it is surely a sight better left unseen when he does. While he does what told, he enjoys doing things his own way, and has a passion for adventure. He has a soft-spot for kits and finds great joy in interacting with them. Despite all this, he is a masterful liar, and does so with ease and often without remorse. He hides a jealous side, and finds it hard to maintain relationships due to this.

- - { xx }.

sexuality &/or romantic orientation - - Heterosexual

rank - - Warrior

kin - -

crush/mate - -(optional)

other - -