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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 17:19:24 GMT -5
D I R E C T O R Y
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I - Directory
II - About
III - Religion
IV - Thread Rules & Clan Law
V - Territory & Camp
VI - Characters I
VII - Characters II
VIII - Characters III
IX - Relationships & Mentors
X - Plots & Prophecies
XI - Traditions
XII - Other
XIII - Members & Credit |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 19:33:34 GMT -5
A B O U T
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LightClan is a very traditional, and admittedly a little closed-minded clan. Their main purpose in life is simple: to serve StarClan, worship StarClan, and spread the joys of StarClan to whoever they can, however they can. Force is rarely used, however. If a cat refuses to hear truth, the damnation of their soul is punishment enough. Although, for the clan to remain holy and pure, all heathens / nonbelievers are exiled and treated as enemies no matter who they once were.
Another thing important to LightClan cats is attitude. Speaking back to or against those in power is usually punishable if unfounded. Those who act with excessive pride and ambition are also looked down upon - for everything is the will of the gods, and no cat is truly special. Furthermore, deceptive and conceited behaviours are also extremely dislikable and borderline punishable. However, for simple personality things, punishment is light (unless the case grows severe). The worst harm done is to the offending cat is social. Usually cats are just a little annoyed by such behaviours, but if they get bad enough, the offending cat could very well end up shunned. Of course, some cats are quicked to turn their tails than others, and again, shunning is only in the most severe scenarios. One of LightClan's religious 'rules' is to treat everyone equally and with respect - it's just not too strictly followed. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 19:36:16 GMT -5
R E L I G I O N
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As previously stated, LightClan cats value their religion and their traditions above all else. Rarely does any cat stray from the societal norms - for they fear StarClan will take it as a sign on disrespect and disloyalty, and bring havoc upon everyone. Therefore, because it plays such a major part in daily life, it will be broken down in this section.
It should be noted that, while complicated on the exterior, the LightClan religion is quite simple and quite similar to the religion of any regular clan. The first major difference is, of course, the five gods. Each one was once a leader who played a major part in saving the clan, in one way or another. Their heroism granted them the ultimate form of auhority and power in the afterlife, so they could continue to help LightClan even in death. Here are the descriptions of each god (some cats believe the order of which they're named is important, while some do not).
I - Wolfstar: Intelligence & Wit
The most sarcastic god. Cats may pray to him during a hunt, or similarly after catching something, for it might not have been possible without the quick-thinking he grants the clan. It also should be noted that he was the founder of LightClan, and is sometimes referred to as the "main" god because of that fact.
II - Darkstar: Energy & Speed
The most excitable god. Cats may pray to him while hunting or before a battle, for the agility and stamina he may grant cats could be the determining factor between dying from wounds/starving or living.
III - Redstar: Fertility & Love
The most merciful god. Cats may pray to her if they want a healthy litter of kits, or for assistance when relationships hit a bump in the road. Redstar is the cat who tells the preachers who to pair as mates.
IV - Cedarstar: Strength & Courage
The scariest god. Cats may pray to him before a battle especially, for he is renowned as the war god. He can also assist cats in dire times, giving them the courage they need to carry on.
V - Daisystar: Fortune & Health
The kindest god. Cats may pray to her for good weather, good food, and good health, especially when life is looking rough on the island. It is said that she can heal any illness or injury - which is the main reason that medicinal treatments are now outlawed.
No normal cat can speak with the gods, however. There are six cats in the clan who are gifted with Divinity - the power to not only recieve messages and omens from the gods, but to speak with them directly, too. These six cats are called preachers, and, obviously, are responsible for repeating the word of the gods and advising the living on what to do. However, many eager mothers may groom their kits into interpreting dreams and stray feathers as visions and omens - which sometimes leads to confusion on who was really chosen.
If you have any further inquiries about the LightClan religion, feel free to PM me or one of the co-creators. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 19:39:32 GMT -5
T H R E A D R U L E S
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I - Follow all forum rules. I'm sure you know them. What you do on your own time is your choice, but we don't want to be held responsible for your mistakes.
II - Use standard roleplay etiquette. That means no godmodding, powerplaying, or spotlighting. Furthermore, take any major plot ideas (battles, forbidden love, attempts to overthrow leaders, etc.) to the admins for approval, and any minor plot ideas (cats becoming mates, sibling drama, etc.) to the roleplayers of the other characters involved.
III - Keep your characters realistic. All pelt and eye colors must be naturally-occurring, and your cats may not have any wings, horns, or special powers or characteristics in general. Furthermore, when naming your cats, do not use any prefixes or suffixes that relate to things that the cats wouldn't encounter in nature.
IV - Filling the ranks. First, please don't join with a bunch of kits and apprentices but no warriors or hunters to train them. For every apprentice you make, you must make one warrior. Additionally, you must secure a mate for any queen character you want to make. If you're interested in playing an orphaned kit or any sort of new arrival to the Clan (such as a former kittypet, loner, or rogue), you must ask permission. It may or may not be granted depending on the number of outsiders already filling the Clan ranks.
V - Age-appropriate romance only. Kits and apprentice characters can't become pregnant, and while they can have crushes on one another, please don't make your characters officially mates until they receive their full names.
VI - Diversity is highly encouraged. This roleplay is explicitly LGBT-friendly, and if you're not comfortable interacting with LGBT users and characters, you should probably exit immediately.
VII - Stay active. Please alert us if you'll be gone for an extended period of time. We're willing to work with you on activity, but only if you make sure that your absences are excused.
VIII - Only take on as many characters as you can manage. While this roleplay does not have a hard character limit, please don't make ten characters and then only use three of them. We understand that some characters may be more central to the plot than others, but all characters should actively roleplayed. Any inactive characters will be removed, regardless of how active the roleplayer is.
IX - Be respectful. [insert cheesy saying about how drama is cool in character, but is lame in real life here!!!] No, but seriously, please make an effort to get along with your fellow roleplayers.
X - Ask if you have any questions. We'll be happy to help! C L A N L A W
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I - Trust and remain faithful to StarClan. Everything They do is for the greater good of everyone, and questioning Their holy will can only bring suffering.
II - The leader's word is to be priority number one, and obeyed without question.
III - Warriors are expected to lay down their life protecting their Clan. Unjustifiable cowardice is unacceptable.
IV - A true cat should not speak falsehoods or act with impurity.
V - Murder is unnecessary may very well be what condemns one's soul to damnation. Only kill a fellow clanmate as an absolute last resort.
VI - Outsiders who refuse to conform are considered enemies, and should be treated as such. Friendships or romance beyond Clan borders is a crime.
VII - Remain faithful to your mate; all pairs are chosen so as to produce the strongest litters possible. Disabled cats or cats deemed unfit aren't allowed to have kittens.
VIII - Prey is killed only to be eaten. Thank StarClan for the good fortune after every catch.
IX - Every cat must perform their part properly if the Clan is to function.
X - The study of medicinal treatment is forbidden. If StarClan wishes for a cat to join Them, the living have no right to intrude. Similarly, if it is not a cat's time, they will be saved. Refer to the first law.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 19:40:20 GMT -5
T E R R I T O R Y
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While their namesake suggests otherwise, LightClan's territory is surprisingly shady and cool. They inhabit a rather large island (with very few twolegs roaming), where there's almost always a chilly breeze to ruffle someone's fur. In the winter, temperatures frequently drop well below freezing, although snow is infrequent. Usually in the worst parts of leafbare, it will barely reach the heel of a full-grown cat - manageable for even young apprentices. In greenleaf, the weather remains relatively dry and cool, though not to the point where droughts are common.
LightClan's island is also dominated by oak and pine forestry, and naturally, plenty of critters: including but not limited to mice, birds, and the stray rabbit for prey. As for predators, foxes and badgers might be found sparingly, or rogues. In the southern regions of the island, the trees thin out to reveal a small meadow - low enough to sea-level that some more adventurous warriors can go for a swim, if they please. In the meadow, though, cats may find more mice, the stray rabbit, or some venomous snakes, if they're unlucky enough. A few fish-generous freshwater streams also flow here and there all throughout the territory. Some more landmarks include:
- Moontower:
An abandoned twoleg church. Cats were fascinated by the colorful glass decorating the walls, and decided to claim it as their own. Parts of the ceiling have crumbled a bit, but it's definitely safe. The Moontower is considered a very sacred and religious place, and so cats aren't permitted entry unless under the full moon, or to leave gifts. It's rarely guarded, though.
- Abandoned Twoleg-den:
Simply an abandoned twoleg-den, located beside the Moontower. The structure itself is burnt to a crisp and crumbled to the ground, although in front of it, there's a nicely-sized garden. The garden is usually used to grow pretty flowers as offerings to the gods.
- Star Oak:
One of the tallest trees in LightClan territory. Due to it's conveniently low-hanging branches, it's one of the easiest trees to climb: often used to teach apprentices basic techniques with.
- Training Circle:
A large clearing, almost as large as the camp. It's located northeast of the camp, but it's not very close at all. The training circle's purpose is obvious - mentors come here with their apprentices to teach them battle techniques. Although, warriors are encouraged to spar here as well, to keep them sharp.
- Berrylight's Brook:
The main freshwater stream in the territory, named after the first preacher (although most cats simply call it 'the stream'). A deft warrior might be able to grab a fish here or there. Apprentices may also run to get soaked moss for elders or queens here too, thanks to how close it is to the camp.
C A M P
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LightClan's circular camp isn't disguised very well, but it hardly needs to be. A dense wall of brambles surrounds the camp, with one singular break so cats can enter. However, the warriors' den and the leader's den are on either side - making sneak attacks quite difficult. The apprentices' den is beside the warriors', and the preachers' beside the leader's. The nursery and the elders' den are the safest places to be on the farthest edge of camp. In the center, there's a small makeshift den protecting freshkill from weather.
Every den is the same: medium to large bramble bushes hollowed out, with mossy nests for each cat. The ground is also dug out a little bit to create craters. It should also be noted that the warriors' den and the leaders' den do not have ferns covering entrances, while the others do.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 20:55:25 GMT -5
C H A R A C T E R S
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Leader:
Sparowstar || Male || 48 moons
➣ A slim and muscular tomcat, with a pretty average, if not tall stature. When he was a warrior, he was considered one of the most worst warriors to mess with. After becoming both a leader, father, and a mate for two, however, he's been too busy and stressed, and has been neglecting training. He's not weak, physically, just not quite the fighter he used to be. He's been considering improving training methods and adding new techniques to the regimen, though, so that would definitely help him get back into the swing of things. His pelt is shorthair and often poorly groomed, primarily light brown with darker mackerel tabby markings. His chin, chest and underbelly are white. Sharp and watchful eyes are a vivid amber in color.
➣ Sparrowstar isn't the kindest cat in LightClan, let that be clear. He's naturally rather blunt and uptight, and his upbringing did nothing but fuel those parts of him. After gaining leadership, he's been trying to cool himself somewhat, but rarely can he hold his tongue when something gets him going, so progress is...slow. However, due to the arrogance he picked up from his parents, it's much harder to really get his temper that intense. Another thing he picked up from childhood is his strong hatred for dishonesty. Out of all the laws in the code, the fourth is probably one of the ones he enforces the most. Sparrowstar smells something fishy going on with the queens who are coming forth with star-seeing kittens every time they pump out a new litter, though without proof, or any real grasp on what's going on, he has no right to intrude on preacher business. He's even wary of his own daughter and mate, and is paranoid that there are dishonest things happening between them. So, just another reason to space himself from them. It's not that he hates his offspring, he's just...bitter. Bitter that they couldn't be the product of real love. He doesn't hate his mate either (he actually puts up quite the convincing illusion), but he doesn't want to be with her and resents her because of what she represents. Angst aside though, Sparrowstar can be very gentle and affectionate when one gets to know him well enough. The bluntness and sharp-tongue doesn't just disappear, though.
➣ Sparrowstar was never pushed towards 'faking signs' as a kit: instead, he was raised to be extremely religious and extremely judgemental towards those who stepped out of the warrior code (that attributes to his very strict way of ruling, probably, and his general lack of mercy for anyone who turns their back on what's supposedly right). Sparrowstar was chosen to become the mate of _ (20 moons), the deputy of LightClan (32 moons), and the father of Alderpaw (39 moons). The main reason he put off having kits for so long was because of his lack of love for _, but he of course blamed his status and his busyness instead of telling the truth. When he was around 34 moons, he started seeing his gay lover Stormpath in secret.
Sparrowstar's legal mate is (open), although he's in an affair involving Stormpath. || Sparrowstar is the father of Alderpaw. || Bisexual.
Deputy:
Name || Gender || Age
➣ Physical description.
➣ Personality.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Family || Other
Preachers:
Aspenlight || Tom || Seventy-eight moons
➣ Aspenlight is a tall, scrawny tom with prickly fur. Essentially, he's not fun to snuggle with. He has half-moon, hazel eyes and a slightly elongated face. He is a silver broken mackerel tabby tom, meaning that his pelt is mostly white with black markings.
➣ Aspenlight is brave and clever. He's always quick to figure out a solution to a problem, though executing it might be some of a problem if he's improvising. He works well under constructive, planned environments, where everything is under his control and he can notice even the smallest odd detail. Aspenlight doesn't work well with others. His heightened idea of his own skills make him selfish, highly unlikely to share anything with anyone. He doesn't necessarily like having to share the preacher role with up to five other cats, which is why he held off from picking an apprentice for so long and left it up to the other preachers to pick Hollylight, [Third preacher's name goes here], and later Morningpaw. Aspenlight is stubborn; he tends to neglect change and prefer the old ways. Sometimes, he even fears it. The idea of him abruptly losing his powers of control haunts his life.
➣ Aspenlight grew up under his fairly generic and religious family. His mom believed in complete honesty, and she wanted him to have her grandkits, so she never groomed her kits. When Aspenlight started to report serious prophetic dreams, she was a bit discouraging. Well, she was actually highly discouraging. However, the young tom went directly to the preachers and told them about the dreams that he had. Soon afterwards, the preachers picked him as an apprentice. After Aspenlight had become a preacher apprentice, he was energetic and excited. He was ready to help his Clan by interpreting signs and picking mates for cats. He was ready to pour his heart out onto it. However, he soon realized the nature of the other preachers. They were lying and manipulate, something that his parents had been firmly against. He wanted to stop training for a while. Yet, when his preacher mentor offered to teach him how it's done, Aspenlight accepted. He soon fell in love with it and poured all his energy into manipulation and lies. How tragic. Over time, he has become more independent and tough. If any of his three siblings or two parents were alive, he wouldn't talk to them much. He does have a litter of nieces and nephews, who also have kits, but he doesn't care about them at all.
Relationships || If someone wants to be his relative, you can. || Ace
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Grayinglight || Tom || 30 Moons
➣ Grayinglight is a pale almost white grey tabby tom, his pelt seems to shine in the sunlight; and his eyes are a deep and clear blue. His tabby markings are faint except for the M on his head, his legs and his tail. His stripes are a faded pale grey which gives him a soft dusty look, he has short soft fur with a rounded face and almond shaped gray eyes.
➣ Grayinglight can seem intimidating at first but behind his large build he is very soft spoken and sweet, always thinking about others before himself, White is seen as awkward and very strange. He was always seen as an outcast, but holds a very dark past, which he keeps hidden with his "soft" personality. Which is the cause of his unusual behavior, despite his weird composure.
➣ Grayinglight secretly killed his father, who killed his mother.
Relationships || No family, Mother is Palesun, father is Dyingember || Other
Preacher Apprentices:
Alderpaw || Female || 9 Moons
➣ Alderpaw is a slightly small cat for her age, though one wouldn't notice this at first. As her name suggests, she is a dark brown tabby she-cat, however she also has a white muzzle, white underbelly, white paws, and a white tail tip, with misty blue eyes. Her fur is relatively short, but still soft, completely unmarked of scars, and kept as well-groomed as possible. Her front paw pads and nose are a pale shade of pink, but her back paw pads are charcoal black. She's about average weight, with not a lot of muscle due to a lack of exercise.
➣ While Alderpaw was always relatively quiet, her personality became a mystery to most of her clan after she became a preacher, because she stopped showing her emotions outwardly. She comes off like a quiet young cat who is very dedicated to her job, which is pretty true. She is very rational, and will think over things for a long time before coming to a decision. She is not the type of cat who just goes along with whatever people say, instead questioning everything that seems suspicious to her, and thinking independently. This became especially prominent in her personality after spending some time as a preacher apprentice, finding her mentor's strict behavior to be excessive. However, she does not make this apparent, and will pretend to conform so she won't be perceived as suspicious. This is part of the reason why she doesn't show her emotions much. She's overall pretty mature for her age, though she still has her moments of a lack of experience and wisdom. However, Alderpaw is also a very suspicious cat. She has a hard time trusting others, to the point where she doesn't even fully trust her close friend Morningpaw. She is also quite arrogant and somewhat selfish, and it would be very hard to sway her opinion once she's set on something.
➣ Alderpaw is the daughter of Sparrowstar and Mapleshine. She had a relatively normal kithood for the first 5 moons or so. She became great friends with Morningkit despite their age difference, and after a while Alderkit found that she viewed Morningkit like a little sister. She also developed some internalized sexism due to her culture's views on female cats, but ever since becoming an apprentice she tried to get rid of it. Her life didn't start to get abnormal until she got her first sign, signalling that she was a potential preacher. When she was picked by [insert her mentor's name here], her father began to distrust her due to his dislike of preachers. He showed clear favouritism towards her sibling instead, and this was what made Alderpaw's paranoia and distrust of other cats to begin developing. Then came the weird omens that she would occasionally get that she was unable to interpret. She started to become stressed and anxious in general, and this only got worse when her sibling got sick, with no signs of recovering. She's starting to question everything that she's been taught, and all she wants to figure out the trust: of her omens, of her father's distrust, and of what exactly is going on in her clan, if there is anything happening.
None || Father is Sparrowstar, Mother is Mapleshine, and littermate is Rookpaw. || Straight, but does not want a mate.
Morningpaw || Female || Seven moons
➣ Even for her young age, Morningpaw is an exceptionally small cat. If not for the wisdom in her amber eyes and the confident way she bounces around the preacher den, like a long-lost stray finding her way home, she might be mistaken for a kit. She has short, sleek white fur, and a long, skinny tail. Black and brown tortoiseshell spots trail from the top of her head down to the base of her spine. Aside from a few flecks on her sides, a black paw, and a small black speck on her tail, the rest of her body remains fairly unmarked. Thanks to her life of relatively peaceful preacher training, she has no scars and little of the hard, lean muscle that her former denmates are now busy building.
➣ Diligent, respectful, and fully devoted to StarClan, Morningpaw seems pulled straight from a stereotype of the ideal young preacher. Her loyalty - to her gods, naturally, but also to her family, her friends, her mentor, and her fellow preacher apprentice - is almost unrivaled. She is extremely passionate about her job; there is nothing she takes more seriously than using her connection to StarClan to help her Clan. However, Morningpaw is still a touch naive, always willing to believe the best of her Clanmates. Her kind heart also causes her to struggle to fill the punitive side of her preacher role, and while she would never question StarClan or her mentor, privately, she sometimes worries that the other preachers are too strict with LightClan. Additionally, because Morningpaw instinctually defers to those she perceives as having authority greater than hers, she can be quite easy to manipulate. A peacemaker at heart, Morningpaw would rather hold her tongue and accept unfair or unjust treatment than stand up for herself - and, while she hasn't yet been in a situation that would test this side of her personality, she secretly wonders whether or not she would be able to stand up for others if they were the ones being mistreated. However, Morningpaw ultimately has a good heart. She is fully dedicated to doing the right thing, and while her idea of the correct course of action could easily be swayed at this point in her life, her moral code remains strong and steady.
➣ Morningpaw was five moons old when the first vision hit: a sky full of stars engulfed by rolling storm clouds. She would have called it a dream if it weren't for the vivid quality of every second - a too-warm breeze stirring her pelt, the scent of incoming rain swarming her nostrils, the tension crackling in the summer air like the snap of a neck - and her mother's incessant coaching not to dismiss anything that could be a sign from StarClan. Still, it was a shock when X chose her for her apprentice. All Morningpaw really wants is to do right by them - her mother, her mentor, and most importantly, the mysterious red-furred she-cat who visits her in the darkness and whispers of hidden dangers she can't begin to comprehend.
N/A. || Open! || Bisexual, though her vow to remain mateless is incredibly important to her. Sees Alderpaw as a sister.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 21:51:01 GMT -5
C H A R A C T E R S
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Warriors:
Breezefeather || Male || 36 moons
➣ A sleek-furred and skinny tomcat, who's admittedly built more for agility rather than brute strength. Although he's slim, his body is still pretty hard with muscle. His fur is a little longer than normal, and most dark gray in color with classic black tabby stripes. His ears and tail are a little larger than most, amber eyes more narrow. A couple scars mark his pelt.
➣ Due to Breezefeather's history with his mother, Breezepelt is emotionally detached from pretty much everything. The fear that all relationships will end up like the one he had with his mother (because of his worthlessness) is what really prevented him from socializing and stuff when he was an apprentice, so now he's just become a million miles away from everything. He doesn't dwell on the past or self-pity anymore (and he's never blamed Foxtail), but the memories are definitely still there are subconsciously preventing him from building any trust. Breezefeather does love his Clan, though. He's loyal to a fault and values the code deeply. Religion is also another thing kept very close to his heart because during the emotional abuse from his mother, when he was hard-core self-pitying and self-blaming, he had no older siblings to comfort him like some of his younger siblings do now, so his faith was really the only thing he could depend on.
➣ As a kit, Breezefeather was groomed into interpreting regular dreams as visions and regular things as omens, just like his siblings were. Although just like his siblings, he was never chosen and was therefore labelled a disappointment by his mother. That really put it in his head that he was worthless, and that all his relationships would end up like the one with his mother because of his incapability. A couple moons after he became an apprentice, he started distancing himself more and more, until he was completely detached from everything and everyone. Breezefeather trusts and believes heavily in StarClan because They were his only comfort during those times, really.
Relationships || Family || Breezefeather is gay, but StarClan deemed him unfit for a mate when he tripped amd sprained his paw one day.
Cloudwillow || Female || 18 moons
➣ This she-cat represents her namesake awfully well, physically and emotionally. Cloudwillow is average-sized (for a female), sporting a lithe and graceful build. Her fur is on the longer side, primarily white. Ginger and brown patches are sparse, but are particularly clustered on her spine and the upper parts of her sides. She also has a ginger 'mask' that covers her blue eyes and nose. Cloudwillow's tail is also calico-colored. Probably due to her young age, she lacks many scars, but the most noticable one is a small nick across her nose.
➣ Similar to a real cloud, this she can be peaceful one moment, and stormy and full of rage the next. Cloudwillow takes everything personally, and doesn't really understand the definition of 'chill' - it'd be wise for a cat to choose their words carefully around her, lest she start bearing grudges against them she'll take to the grave. She's aware it's an unfortunate attribute, but rarely does she try to contain herself once she's riled up though. It should be noted that no matter how angry she is, she could never bare her teeth or raise her claws against a tribemate. The worst Cloudwillow can do is growl and whine, really. Besides that, Cloudwillow is loyal to a fault, generally kind-hearted, but over-protective of those held dear to her.
➣ Nothing special. Cloudwillow lived a standard life so far, being born and raised in the tribe. She's a little bit worried about getting assigned a mate, but she's also excited.
N/A || N/A (open) || Heterosexual. Has an unnatural distrust for outsiders.
Finchflame || Female || 22 moons
➣ A slightly petite she-cat. Overall, Finchflame had great luck in the genetics department. Her body is built to be naturally elegant and graceful, her features looking very delicate and pure. Her muscles and general strength are average. Finchflame's pelt is longhair and mostly ginger with darker classic tabby stripes. Her chin, throat, chest, underbelly, and tail-tip are all a light cream color, as well as her two forepaws and her left hindleg. Wide and innocent-looking eyes are pale green in color.
➣ Finchflame is a very lively and excitable she; true to her name. She's almost always full of energy, rearing to go on border or hunting patrols, to go for runs, etc. Finchflame is also an extremely sociable and friendly she, often found stuck to some cat like a burr. Most likely talking their ears off, too - it's hard to shut her up once her interest is peaked. Another thing this cat is known for is her odd resiliency. On the outside, she looks pretty sensitive and emotionally frail, but it's nearly impossible to offend or upset her. Her optimistic demeanour is firm. Even through disasters - for example, floods, greencough outbreaks, or a particularly rough leafbare - she keeps her spirits high. Probably to help other cats remain positive, too, but her motives are mostly unclear. It should be noted, though, that Finchflame is perceptive and mature for the most part. She knows full well who should be left alone, or when she should keep her trap shut. It's just that, usually, she's pretty impulsive and tries to pursue conversation anyway.
➣ Finchflame's mate-pairing ceremony has been delayed a little bit. At this point, she's grown a little bit worried - what if she isn't good enough? What if StarClan thinks she's inferior?
N/A (open) || N/A (open) || Bisexual.
Stormpath || Male || Forty-eight moons
➣ Long and lanky, Stormpath's body was obviously built for speed, not for brute strength. Because of his swiftness, his stealthiness, and his observant nature, Stormpath has earned a reputation as one of the better hunters in LightClan. However, he's extremely dedicated to all of his warrior duties, and he's trained hard to ensure that he's just as powerful in battle as his more muscular counterparts. He's more than willing to use that hunter's precision on any foe he encounters. His fur is a dark, slate-colored gray, with black marbled tabby stripes covering his pelt from head to toe. He has deep amber eyes.
➣ In some ways, Stormpath has grown into the exact cat he was raised to be: pious, deferential, always willing to put his duties before himself. He was a reputation for being hardworking and unobjectionable, the kind of cat that deputies prefer for dawn patrols because at least he won't complain. He also has a reputation for being about as emotionally expressive as a rock. Truthfully, Stormpath is an "action over words" type of cat; he would much rather prove himself by bringing home a mouthful of fresh-kill for someone than by actually talking about how he feels. This has led to a shortage of close relationships in his life, which he mostly tolerates; it's easier to keep his reputation as the perfect warrior afloat when nobody gets close enough to see the cracks. Deep down, however, Stormpath loves like a river, steadily trickling by even in the harshest of droughts, willing to quietly move mountains for the cats that he cares about. He may have been trained never to show it - because he carries secrets inside, unforgivable things in the eyes of both his Clanmates and his gods - but Stormpath actually has a big heart, and while his affections aren't easily earned or seen, they're invaluable.
➣ Stormpath was an apprentice when he first began to notice his male Clanmates in a way that he'd never bothered to acknowledge his female ones. Pious and afraid, he did the only thing he knew how to do: bury his feelings so far inside of himself that he was sure they'd never claw their way to the light again. He received his warrior name and eventually an official mate, Echoheart, and he told himself that even if he wasn't strong enough to learn to love her in earnest, he could at least bow his head and follow StarClan's path for him as best as he could. Moons later, StarClan sent him a test he never could have imagined, and suddenly, to his absolute mortification, he found himself falling for then-deputy Sparrowstar. This time, Stormpath's faith wasn't enough to save him, and finally, he let go of the battle he'd spent his youth fighting and learned what it meant to love outside of the code. Weak as he may be, Stormpath is a smart cat; he knows StarClan will never forgive him. But every moment he spends with Sparrowstar brings him closer and closer to the truth: it's a sacrifice he's willing to make.
Mates with Echoheart; secretly having an affair with Sparrowstar. || Father of Echoheart's kits when they're born. || Gay.
Swiftstrike || Female || Twenty moons
➣ Small but lean, the best word to describe Swiftstrike's build is precise. Though she certainly isn't the largest or most muscular cat in the Clan, her strength has been carefully cultivated, and she carries herself with the confidence and ease of a cat twice her size. The real intimidation, however, comes from her eyes. Narrow and blue, they carry the hardness of a cat whose life has brought many trials. Beyond that, her face is thin and extremely angular, and her expression is often sour, her tail often lashing. She has a coat of thin, pale silver fur slashed with dark tabby stripes. Her paws, muzzle, and the tip of her tail are all white. Her back leg is permanently twisted, and she walks with a noticeable limp, though she takes care to conceal the pain that her bad leg causes her as much as she possibly can.
➣ Even before the accident, Swiftstrike was known as brash and confrontational. She's always struggled to match the blind faith of her Clanmates, always found fault with the way they hung on the preachers' every word. Her injury - and her subsequent branding as an undesirable by the rest of the Clan - has only served to make her more bitter. Now, Swiftstrike crackles like the sky before a thunderstorm, buzzing with an urgent, angry tension. There isn't a fight left she's unwilling to pick, or a cat she's unwilling to challenge - up to and including the normally untouchable preachers. Logically, Swiftstrike knows that her high temper and low faith are a recipe for disaster, that every move could bring her closer and closer to the uncrossable line of banishment. She just doesn't care. Swiftstrike feels like an uncrossable chasm has split down her life, separating her from the majority of LightClan for all eternity. However, she is extremely loyal to the other members of LightClan's unwanted: disabled cats, heretics, rebels, and anyone else who behaves in a way that doesn't conform to StarClan's unreachable standards. These cats bring out her softer, more compassionate side. Secretly, Swiftstrike goes weak for the disadvantaged and the underprivileged. She also feels deeply for her siblings and any other cats who were victims of extreme grooming as kits, though she will never understand those who give into their mothers' commands and play prophecy through their kithood. Overall, Swiftstrike considers herself the logical product of her youth, the exact cat she was made to be - just not in the way her mother or her superiors could have ever imagined.
➣ After earning a reputation as a one of the fiercest and most dedicated apprentices in the Clan, Swiftstrike was expected to grow into an equally respectable warrior. However, her bright future was cut suddenly, brutally short after she unexpectedly suffered a leg wound that left her permanently disabled. Suddenly, she went from a promising young warrior to a borderline outcast - in LightClan, sudden disability is considered a sign of disfavor from the gods, and her Clanmates began to speculate about what she'd done to earn such a fate. Additionally, while Swiftstrike was left physically able to bear kits, she was excluded from her right to a StarClan-chosen mate. As a lesbian, the lack of a forced male mate actually works in Swiftstrike's favor, but the public shunning and her own inability to complete her warrior duties with the ease she once possessed have both been incredibly painful for her. She's grown incredibly bitter towards the preachers, who she now blames for various struggles in her life - namely, the grooming she suffered at the hands of her mother, the internalized homophobia she's had to work to overcome, and the disdain with which her Clanmates now treat her disability.
N/A. || Daughter of Silvernight and Ashbelly (deceased); littermate of Littlekit (stillborn) and Wolfpaw (deceased); sister of Goldenripple, Firewhisker, Frostkit, and [names]. || Lesbian. Has been declared unfit for motherhood and does not have a mate.
Nightstorm || Male || 16 moons
➣ Nightstorm inherited his mother's tall stature. He's large, with a fairly muscular build due to lots of exercise. The fact that he's also quite fluffy with long fur makes him look bigger. His fur is pitch black with not a single splash of white, the only different colour being his dark green eyes. Even his paw pads and nose are black. However, in very bright sunlight, there are some faint red highlights to his pelt.
➣ When Nightstorm was a young kit, he was pretty nice and desired to please his mom, though he was easily made upset. However, as an adult, he's completely changed. He'd probably be a nicer and more stable person if it weren't for his pretty awful kithood, and how he knows his future will go. Nightstorm knows that he's going to be paired with a female cat pretty soon, and he will be expected to have tons of kits with her...despite the fact that he has no romantic interest in she-cats whatsoever. He feels that he has no control over his destiny, and that he can't even trust his own heart, which has made him extremely bitter about his clan's society in general. This manifests through him very easily getting upset or angry, and being very snappish in general. What definitely doesn't help is his mother still looming over him even after he didn't become a preacher like she planned. He is trying his best to cut her out of his life, but she goes out of her way to make nasty comments and keep herself in his life, which makes him even more snappish and moody then he would be with just his problems of having heterosexuality forced on him. However, he tries his best to not be a huge jerk to other people, but sometimes he slips up.
➣ While Nightkit didn't have a normal kithood, for the first few months it seemed okay enough. He was the eldest of his three siblings, and he enjoyed his kithood. He always had issues with getting upset at small things, but it was mostly harmless. Even when his mother began grooming him, it still didn't effect him very negatively, as he wanted to please her and happily went along with what she said, not really realizing what was going on. It wasn't untill Rowankit's death and his not being accepted as a preacher apprentice that she started acting cold towards him. At first he was devastated and hurt that his mother hated him so much, and he blamed himself for it, but after a while he began to realize that it wasn't his fault and that his mother was a manipulative abuser. Despite this, he can't completely shake off this earlier perception of events and still has issues with self-loathing as a result. This was all further amplified when, at around 10 moons old, he realized that he had no attraction to she-cats at all. At first he thought it was just because he was young and he would grow into it, but when he didn't, and he still found the idea of having a mate and kits unappealing, he realized it was something completely different. He hasn't told anyone about this though, out of fear of being ostracized (and he knows that his clanmates will invalidate his sexuality anyway.) At this point in time, he despises his clans culture and has a lot of bottled up emotional stress.
None || Mother is Foxtail, siblings are Paleflame and Rowankit || Gay
Whitetalon || Tom || 26 moons
➣ Whitetalon is a lean tom-cat with a more feminine but toned stature. His coat is short-haired and off-white with faint, orange-tabby markings on his legs, paws and tail, but the light markings are most prominently seen on his face with his chest and body remaining predominantly cream-white. His head is small and slopes to his muzzle at every angle. He has a mis-matched gaze with one of his eyes being blue and the other honey-colored with tall, orange-rimmed ears atop his head.
➣ Whitetalon is very spiritual and puts his belief in StarClan above all else—often setting meals out for his ancestors as he eats. He gives off a warm, humble and welcoming vibe and is positive about his life and the lives of others and gives cats the hope to keep going and hopefully creates change with his actions. He has the ability to be persuasive and reasoning; able to convince others of LightClan's beliefs and sways his clanmates to contribute to their full ability. He makes decisions after careful, analytic thinking; using his head and not his heart. However, he possesses a strong imagination, but his creativity and artwork is often suppressed by his need to believe in only what he sees and because he doesn't want others to think his visions are only imagined. Whitetalon is soft-spoken, courteous, amiable and his intelligence earns him respect while his other skills lack. Though he is all of these things, he doesn't get close to someone easily. He's just too much of a judgmental idealist that not many can appeal to his standards, so he will keep some distance. He is independent and confident and doesn't like feeling like his freedom is being taken away, so he's reluctant to commit or even have trusted friendships but will be kind regardless—even if it's feigned.
n/a || Honeypaw is his younger sister || Gray A
Owlcrest || Male || 52 moons
➣ Owlcrest is a thick-furred, brown Bengal tom with darker spotted and striped markings on his big-boned, broad figure. His nose, ear tips, and the underside of his tail are more sandy-colored than the rest of his coat. His tail tip, the fur under his feet, and a splotch on the back of his head are black. He has large ears on his round, flattened face with a drippy black-spotted nose and has bright yellow-green eyes.
➣ It's safe to assume that Owlcrest is a clever fellow, given his name and the gift of fortune-telling that he claims to have. He's mostly silent and reserved, but will wholeheartedly speak when giving his fortunes. Some say that his gaze is unsettling and always watching others. Perhaps he is so quiet because he's busy simply observing everyone very closely in the clan. That would definitely make his predictions more accurate, yet it probably isn't comforting to know that Owlcrest is aware of everyone's secrets. Even describing him as all-knowing would still be an understatement. He is a fairly decent warrior when he absolutely has to fight but prefers not to and would make a better hunter and tracker if it weren't for his terrible allergies.
n/a || n/a || Gay but not openly
Paleflame || Tom || 16 moons
➣ Paleflame is very large - not just compared to others in the Clan, but compared to most cats in general. He is very tall and leggy, as well as very slender. His eyes are dull and ambiguously shaded, though best described as orange. Paleflame's pelt is short, sleek, and mainly pale brown. Dotting most of his pelt are many black spots and occasional stripes, including on the white that covers the insides of his legs but not including the white on his soft underbelly. His face is rather angular, though the same could be said for most if not all of his other features. His back has a bit of an extra bow to it and he walks very carefully and purposefully at all times. His ears, which are composed of 2 black stripes with 1 white stripe in between, are unusually large while his tail brown and black ringed is unusually short. Another defining feature and a bit of an oddity is his black nose. Altogether Paleflame is a very unique cat.
➣ Paleflame is set apart from his Clanmates not just in his appearance, but also in his personality. He doesn't care much for socialization, and demands respect in all his interactions with others. If someone speaks to him, he doesn't always find it worth his time to respond. Others don't go out of their way to speak to him, though; he can be testy at times, and is often disdainful or scornful. It's very different when he respects you - he becomes very considerate, and, usually, polite. The Preachers often get the brunt of this more positive behavior. Obviously, he puts himself on a pedestal just below the Preachers. While StarClan are the ones that are to be looked up to, Paleflame believes he is a good role model in the world of the living. Completely devoted to his faith and, by extension, his Clan, Paleflame rigorously sticks to the words of the Preachers and to the code that has been set in place by cats long deceased. Paleflame will vehemently defend his beliefs and anything having to do with them. His entire life revolves around being faithful.
➣Much of Paleflame's personality traits are related to him having gone through intense grooming as a kit. He was brought up to act like a preacher, and is still stuck in those ways. Many kits that were groomed usually develop some personality outside of what they were taught when so young, but Paleflame's thoughts are still occupied by little else. One of the biggest "sacrifices" he will have to make to the Clan will be being assigned a mate and having kits for the Clan. This is a sacrifice because of his intense adherence to the life of a Preacher, in which mates are not allowed. Well that and he's gay as h*ck, he just doesn't know that part yet.
Crush on Whitetalon || Mother: Foxtail ; Father: x Siblings: Nightstorm in his litter and many others in other litters || yolo
Firewhisker || Tom || 30 moons
➣ Firewhisker was named as a kit for his orange tabby pelt. In the sunlight, the two shades of orange ripple like flames, making it difficult to hide from prey at times. Another downfall are the white parts of his pelt, which is all of his underside up to a triangle point ending on his forehead, as well as the tip of his tail. Firewhisker is very proud of his pelt and tries to keep it meticulously clean, which does no favors for his hunting, but plenty enough for his confidence.
He is a tiny bit on the plump side, and can often be seen with his orange eyes closed tightly as he dozes in camp.
➣ Firewhisker is more light-hearted than most in the Clan. He likes to joke and goof around. He isn't all lightness, though; Firewhisker is prone to fits of anger, and if his jokes aren't well-received he could become very confrontational. This is because his joking is how he attempts to distance his true thoughts and feelings from others, which is very important due to his hidden non-religious beliefs. Firewhisker is also rather stubborn and set in his ways; if others don't believe him or agree with his opinions, he can get extremely upset. In fact, he's prone to fits of anger, and can react explosively to any perceived slight. This might be because of his rough past, which also exacerbates the issue; since his only sibling was exiled, others haven't looked at him the same. As mentioned previously, he has some non-religious beliefs, and some of them are very similar to the ones his sister vocalized before being exiled.
➣ Firewhisker was part of the first litter of Silvernight's kits. He and his sister, Goldenripple, were not groomed much if at all because Silvernight was such a new mother, and because it was unlikely either of them would become a Preacher's apprentice anyway due to the timing. Silvernight believes this is why Goldenripple was so blatant about her disbelief and even disdain of StarClan, which led to her being exiled shortly after her Warrior ceremony. Overall, Firewhisker had a more pleasant kithood than most others in the Clan, and definitely better compared to Silvernight's other litters.
N/A || Mother: Silvernight, Father: Ashbelly, Living Siblings: Swiftstrike, Frostkit, Goldenripple, x, and x || Straight, mostly. Also lowkey agnostic but can't say that, obvs.
Boragetail || She-cat || Twenty-seven moons
➣ Boragetail is a lean she-cat with fluffy fur. She was definitely made for being hard to hit in battle and squeezing into smaller places. She has round, pale hazel eyes. Her pelt is mottled and russet. She has a few black tabby stripes on her body.
➣ Boragetail is a shy, hardworking she-cat. She can be resourceful, helpful, and caring. Pay attention to the words. Due to the condition of LightClan, such a promising cat has become paranoid, anxious, and emotionally guarded. It's been all due to her one little quirk. At seemingly random times, she'll start to quiver, her throat will tighten, and her ears will start to feel hot. While these periods tend to be short, they are somewhat common. However, she is practically incapable of doing anything whist in one of those times. Over the seasons, her condition has gotten worse. Each panic attack as gotten longer, and they have become more inconsistent and common. Boragetail lives in paranoia of when her next attack will be. She tries not to express these feelings towards anyone. Away from that, Boragetail greatly desires to be in a relationship, have kits, and feel loved. Her mother never loved her, she knows it. So, she feels that starting a new family will give her the happiness she desires in her life. Yet, she may not ever get one due to her "quirk."
➣ Boragetail was three moons when her panic attacks started. Initially, her mother mistook it for her having visions. So, Boragetail was groomed even harder than most of her siblings. Soon, the Clan realized that there was something wrong with her. It wasn't visions at all. Moons passed, Boragetail was treated the smallest bit differently from her peers. Then, an idea was sprung up about her. The panic attacks she was having were because she was possessed by a cat in the dark forest. A ridiculous idea, yes, but it certainly was a decent explanation for a phenomenon few had seen before. As soon as that idea popped up, Boragetail was automatically shunned by the entire Clan and was lumped together with a mateless group of cats called the undesirables. She never got a mate at the ceremony, and she was forced to live the entirety of her life alone.
Relationships || Foxtail's and Speckleear's daughter. (second litter) || Heterosexual, probably
Mapleshine || She-cat || Fifty-one moons
➣ Mapleshine is a small, muscular she-cat, made for being hard to strike but hitting quite hard. She has pale blue eyes that are shaped like lemons. Her pelt is feathery and soft, but it isn't long. Her sleek fur is mostly white with a few splashes of ginger and gray on it. The patches have darker, classic tabby stripes on it. The markings on the gray are black.
➣ Mapleshine is very much a stereotypical mom character. She is sweet, compassionate, and sensitive. She does her work and tries her hardest to benefit her Clan. She's rather energetic and enthusiastic to do her work. She's also a relatively social cat, which makes it hard for her to stay quiet and pay attention to anything. Mapleshine is strongly religious. She believes that StarClan is the answer to everything, and she fully trusts preachers. She's also rather stubborn. She holds onto the past like it's her little kitten, so it's typical of her to hold grudges and maintain illogical ideas. She's very honest about her beliefs, and she deeply cares about family. Mapleshine is emotional and moody at times, plus she isn't very good at analyzing or even thinking below the basic surface.
➣ Mapleshine was born in the most generic family possible. Neither her father nor mother were much of anything special. She had two siblings. One died soon after birth and the other died from infection from a thorn in his nest before becoming a warrior. When Mapleshine was assigned Sparrowstar as a mate, she immediately demanded to have kits. It was a bit disappointing to her that he held off from having them for about twenty moons. When she had the kits, she named Rookpaw after her brother that had died from the infection. Mapleshine never groomed her kits, but she was surprised when Alderpaw started to report prophetic dreams. She is in total support of her daughter.
None || Sparrowstar's mate, Alderpaw's and Rookpaw's mother || Straight
Elmshadow || Tom || 39 Moons
➣ Elmshadowis a pale brown tabby tom with darker brown stripes, he has medium length fur which is quite fluffy and has a hue of red in it near his chest, nose and flanks. He has an angular face with a long slender build. He had a white patch on her chest and has green eyes with amber flecks.
➣ Elmshadow is sweet, but thinks highly of himself, he has very strong opinions and wont back down from any challenge, he works hard to improve himself; he is very insecure.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Family || Other
Maplefern || Female || 34 Moons
➣ Maplefern is a pale ginger tabby she cat with slightly darker stripes. Her large eyes are a clear Bright green, and seem to reflect the sunlight. She is of an average size body considering she is a maine coon, but has a lithle build which is long and lean. Her muzzle is very define with high cheek bones, and she has large rounded ears with lynx like tips and a huge lions like maine; which makes it look like she is always puffing out her chest. She has large fluffy paw pads and a well feathered tail; along with her well feather tail she has long, tamed silky fur.
➣ She is kind-hearted and bright, optimistic and friendly. She flirts more often than most cats, but it's usually light-hearted and playful instead of actual flirting. She is also fiercely protective and loyal, and is a natural leader. She is aware of the rules, but prefers to do what she feels is right regardless of what other people believe. Because of this, she got into quite a bit of trouble as an apprentice; She has an adventurous, rebellious spirit,
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Brother is Elmshadow || Other
Azureblossom || Female || 24 Moons
➣ Azureblossom is formally known as a Turkisk Angora, she has a Blueish grey coat with medium-long fur which is longer on her ruff, tail, and thighs. She has high cheek bones with wide, tall and pointed ears; with long ear tufts. Her body is long, sleek and slender; She has long lean legs, her back legs are longer than the front. Her tail is straight, narrow, and well feathered,She has bright green eyes with blue flecks.
➣ Azureblosom is more of the shy one, she is content with just being by herself. Although she is shy she is kind-hearted and bright, and only ever has good intentions. She also believes that doing the right thing is of the up most importance regardless if it breaks the rules, Azureblossom is more insecure about herself and doesn't trust anyone with her feelings, she has high walls and it will take a lot for her to open up. Azureblossom had fallen inlove with a loner, even though she knows that it is against the rules. She had quickly learned that loners can not be trusted, this loner had left her for another female in which was a loner and broke Azureblosom heart, ever since then she has not let anyone in but hope her new mate wont be like her ex lover
➣ History (optional).
Raven'cry ex lover - illegally || Family || Other
Lilylighting || Female || 28 Moons
➣ Lilylighting is a cream colored she-cat with golden brown fawn spots on her lower back chest and flanks. She is a bit on the smaller side but has a lean and well muscled form. She has short, silky fur that shines gold in the sunlight. Giving her a signature soft, beautiful appearance; matching her sky-blue eyes.
➣ Lilylighting has a gentle attitude and calm temperament; Even though her size alone puts her at a disadvantage, she is known or being lighting fast and swift on her paws. Lilylighting is humble and kind, she will help out anyone in need. But she is also brave, and outgoing. Although it seems that her mind is always awake and never sleeps, which makes sleeping hard.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Not sure who yet. || Other
Citruspetal || Female || 25 Moons
➣ This she cat has soft, pearl white fluffy fur. she has a pale ginger face which get's darker along her nose, she has two darker brown vertical lines along her forehead. Her ears, tail and paws are all like this but slightly fade into her glowing white fur. Citruspetal's fur sticks out in a way that give her a glowing appearance, she has bright yellow eyes that grow greener towards the pupil.
➣Just like this she cat's name she can be super sour, when she is not agitated and annoyed she is friendly and energetic. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, but does so with a thoughtful manner. Although she is firm and somewhat lenient, but never makes fast or rash decisions.
➣ Her mother died of Green cough, her father is blank (optional).
Relationships || Citrinedream is her brother || Other
Citrinedream || Tom || 24 Moons
➣ Citrinedream is as white as snow, except there's a pale ginger hue to it; he has a pale barely visible ginger tabby marking on his face, paws, and tail. His tabby markings on his tail tip are darker than his face and paws, his ears are a solid pale ginger; He has very pale blue eyes which makes him blind.
➣ Even though he is blind that doesn't diminish his confidence, which makes him proud and stubborn. He uses his ears and nose to mostly pin point where a cat is or movement of prey. Despite him being blind, he uses that to his advantage when dealing with intruders.
➣ His mother, Shimmeringrose died of greencough their father is blank.
Relationships || Citruspetal is his sister || Other
Lilacdew || Female || 20 Moons
➣ Lilacdew is a pearl white she cat, her ears, tail stripes, elbows and paws are all a darker blueish grey which fade out into her white coat. She has pale blue eyes with silver patches, she has short-medium length smooth silky fur; with a she has dark blueish grey spots along her lower back resembling a deer. She is quite lengthy with a some what bushy tail, she has pointy lynx like ear tips and cheeks tufts that stick out to the sides.
➣ Lilacdew suffers from depression but has learn over time to be strong and that her clan needs her; but her depression still lurks and only love can heal her. She portrays Bravery, strength and kindness, she is soft spoken and sometimes cheerful. She usually hides her true feelings with a smile.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Sister is Chamomilepaw || Other
Lunarmist || Tom || 36 Moons
➣ Lunarmist is the dark color of midnight blue that looks black from afar, His legs are very long. His eyes are a kind, greenish-blue, and his pelt is silky and long-haired, but not thick. He has lynx like ears tips with an unusually large build and paws, on his chest rests a medium sized sleek lion's like Maine; along with a feather like tail.
➣Lunarmist is indeed a passionate tom who is normally calm and kind. He loves rain and storms. He greatly respects the rules, however, and would never dream of going against them. He is very full of life and would do anything for his duty to be fulfilled. He is usually very cheerful and optimistic, even in the darkest times, He can become quite serious. He is a peaceful soul, But takes pride in his wisdom and strength; which makes this tom a little hot headed. Lunarmist can also be moody at times, from time to time mostly in the morning; He gets super grumpy and is not a morning person; He tends to become super sarcastic as well.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Family || Other
Thornfoot || Tom || 30 moons
➣ A muscular tan tom with a white underbelly and paws. Three parallel scars run down his back left leg. His eyes are a dark green and a little bit brown, usually narrowed and focused. The end of his tail is a fluffy poof of white, but more often than not appears brown or gray as a result of spending too much time running around rather than grooming. Despite his name, Thornfoot doesn't have particularly long claws.
➣ He's a playful cat with a competitive streak, adventurous but uncontrollably impulsive under stressful circumstances. He has a bad habit of bossing others around, but his loyalty to Lightclan remains steadfast and strong. He's a confident cat, but at times it may border on arrogance. While playfighting and pranking used to be a fun pastime of his, Thornfoot prefers to battle his wits against someone else, and he takes the most pride in how much he knows rather than how much he can do; after all, what one does can only follow from how much they know.
n/a || n/a || Other
Crowcall || Tom || 24 Moons
➣ Crowcall is a smoky grey tom with green eyes. He has a slim, fit physique and is a bit muscular to due excessive training. He is battle-hungry, but only spills blood when necessary. He has ivory paws retained from his father, Badgerfall. He has a wiry, narrow tail and triangular ears. Crowcall has a large pink scar on his flank from a hasty run-in with a rogue, and a torn left ear from accidentally nicking it on a pair of sharp brambles.
➣ Crowcall isn't the friendliest cat around. He uses wits to get what he wants, and is harsh to younger cats. The thought of rebellion and freedom often gets stuck in his mind, but he doesn't utter a word of his thoughts. He makes careless, hasty decisions, and is often irrational in his actions. He isn't a very good influence on opinions, but he tries to give good advice when he can. Crowcall has a few anger issues he needs to work out, and at least he's trying for the most part. Ambition and pride is his downfall, so he's actively scolded by the preachers and others.
N/A || Father // Badgerfall Mother // Aspencreek, Sister // Rainkit || Pansexual Aromantic
Briarcrow || Tom || 21 moons.
➣ Briarcrow is a long-legged, slender tomcat with thick, long white fur which is mane-like around his neck and especially bushy on his long tail. His large, slanting eyes are two different colors: the left is pale, ice blue, while the right is new leaf green. The tip of his right ear is torn, and he has two small scars on the left side of his muzzle, both from a hawk that attacked him as a young apprentice, which he fought off. Briarcrow's narrow frame, plus his small paws and delicate facial features, give him a feminine and rather dainty appearance that make him appear frailer than he actually is. This, plus his deliberate, delicate movements tend to earn some ridicule from his Clanmates. Still, his movements are efficient, and as such he finds it easy to do many things which others find more difficult, such as climbing, as well as swimming despite his thick pelt. However, this efficiency doesn't carry over into combat, where he is unable to plan his movements as well. He tires quickly in these situations, when forced to rely on strength, and if he is unable to end a fight quickly it's likely he won't win. Still, cleverness and agility, as well as his unsually long and wicked claws- which he is sure to always keep especially sharp- ensure that long fights are rarely a problem.
➣ Briarcrow is an odd cat, and most likely any cat in the Clan would tell you so. He's spent most of his life not necessarily shunned or ignored by the Clan but just... not noticed. He's sort of that odd anecdote that everyone just sort of shrugs and moves on from, and really he's just fine with that. Being a background character in everyone elses' lives has its perks, after all. He manages to avoid most duties, expectations, and responsibilities, and thus far has managed to avoid being assigned a mate as well, something he's certainly relieved about. Of course, that's not to say that he has no desire for friendship, but even if he knew how to approach anyone, who would want to befriend someone like him- blunt, sarcastic, curt, and cynical, not exactly desirable traits. That, and he feels its better for others if he keeps to himself... after all, his opinions on the gods and, even more so, the preachers are not exactly popular, or even voicable. He considers them at best to be overvalued, and at worst to be outright tyrannical, and his views on the gods themselves aren't much nicer.
➣ Overall, Briarcrow's upbringing wasn't... horrible, at least not by LightClan standards. His mother and three littermates died during kitting, and after that his father wanted nothing to do with him. The nursing queens took turns nursing him, but none would keep him for too long- they didn't want him to get "attached," since no queen really wanted to adopt him. They were too busy raising their own litters, sure that in each one there would be a preacher, and they of course couldn't have this cursed little kitten getting in the way of that. Of course, this neglect had its upsides, and unlike the majority of the kits he grew up alongside, he was never pushed to lie or pretend. He was allowed the freedom of being who he wanted and doing what he wanted. He was kept fed and warm, and since no queen really wanted to take responsibility for him, he was mostly left alone and managed to get away with all sorts of mischief as long as it didn't draw too much attention. Of course, that has only served to lend to is strange, asocial, and somewhat openly deviant personality now.
N/A || Snowbriar (mother, deceased); (father open); three unnamed littermates (deceased). || Gay.
Daybird || Tom || 26 moons.
➣ Daybird is a small, sturdy tom with very short light ginger tabby fur and narrow dull green eyes. His pelt is lighter on his lower legs, belly, and face, with distinct stripes and three black rings toward the end of his tail. He also has a rather cheetah-like black lines extending from the inner corner of his eyes, down his muzzle, and to the edges of his nose. The toes on his front left paw are white, and his stripes stop at the knee on all four legs. He also has a large white patch extending from the top of his throat to about his mid-chest. Overall, Daybird is a stout, sturdy, and strong tom, despite his small stature. Because of this, he has had to learn to be more agile, though this is not his natural strength and even with training he is still not very dextrous; in a fight, he would much rather rely on strength than on speed or agility. Because he is not very agile, he is also not a very good hunter- in fact, he's a terrible hunter. He's terrible at sneaking, terrible at tracking, terrible at timing.... all things important to hunting. He tries to avoid hunting patrols at all costs, as it generally just makes him look the fool, and would much rather do patrols. He is very self-conscious, in particular about both his size and his inability to hunt well, and sometimes feels that he's not good enough for the gods or Clan.
➣ Daybird could be described in three words: devout, self-conscious, and hopeful. He is not a complex or ambitious cat and he does not have complex or ambitious desires or motives. His goals in life are very simple: serve the Clan, and serve StarClan. In those regards, he should be considered almost the perfect warrior. He is willing to follow the preachers and the leader almost unquestioningly, and will give his life at their command if he thinks it's what he needs to do for the good of the Clan. Though his parents had always hoped he would- and to a degree, tried to push him- to become a preacher apprentice, he always knew in his heart it was not what he was destined for, and though he legitimately tried to see signs he never could, and at four moons old he accepted that, told his not-too-happy parents how it was, and moved on with his life. Though it made him distant from his parents- the one thing he did regret later in his life, as he never really made up with them before they died- he has never been torn up about his so-called "failure." After all, not all cats can become preachers, just as not all cats can become leaders, and there's nothing wrong with that. Thus, he is content to simply do his duty to the best of his ability, leave his offerings, and be content with the way things are. Still, he is not without his own insecurities. Though he desperately longs for a mate and kits, he is getting a bit old to be assigned one, and is afraid that he isn't good enough, possibly due to his poor agility and hunting skills. He is not at all concerned with who he might be assigned, as he is quite agreeable and knows that whoever it is- should he eventually get a mate- he's sure he will grow to love her and their eventual kits dearly. His greatest fear is that he will never have the chance.
➣ Daybird was brought up just as many others in the Clan were: constantly badgered about his dreams, questioned about "omens" and overall pushed into at least trying to fake becoming a preacher. His strong sense of morality and loyalty, of course, told him that this was wrong, and eventually he stopped trying- after all, he knew darn well he wasn't a preacher. His parents, Poppyheart and Redshadow, were none too happy to hear that, and all but abandoned him after about four moons old. Still, he wasn't upset to be let alone for a while, and had a quiet and ordinary apprenticeship. He earned his warrior name a bit late due to his lack of hunting skill, but eventually managed it, and his life has been quiet ever since. He doesn't really go out of the way to socialize, so he never developed any particularly close relationships with his Clanmates, but he can still joke around and work with them just fine when the time calls for it.
N/A || Poppyheart (mother, deceased) & Redshadow (father, deceased). || Straight.
Brightwing || She-cat || 16 moons.
➣ Brightwing is a very pretty long-furred tortoiseshell she-cat, with vivid golden eyes and snow-white markings; in particular, a patch which extends from her lower jaw to her upper belly, as well as her paws, hind legs to the knee, and tail-tip. her pelt is mostly ginger, but with some major black patches, mostly on her face, right flank, and tail, and soft mottles across the rest of her pelt. Her fur has a soft and wispy quality, and she's always sure to keep it well-groomed. In fact, she has to spend more time grooming than most cats because her fur gets tangled so easily. Her muzzle is quite narrow, while her eyes are large, round, and rimmed with black. She also has a small white patch on the bridge of her nose. Another thing to note is Brightwing's size- despite her rather delicate features, she's a large cat, especially for a she-cat. She's a bit concerned about this, thinking that it makes her unattractive to the toms in the Clan.
➣ Brightwing certainly earns her name with her bright and fiery personality. While many of her Clanmates- and particularly the she-cats- are content to be meek and quietly devoted, this is not the case for Brightwing. She is not afraid to question authority and voice concerns when she feels that it's necessary, even if no one else seems to notice or want to say anything- she will even question preachers if she feels they are being decietful or unfair. Of course, she won't do so too aggressively, as she does have some sense of self-preservation, but she does tend to be a bit of a nuisance for them. Of course, causing trouble isn't the only aspect of her personality. She is extremely dedicated to the gods and the Clans, even if it doesn't seem like it at times. She is young, flighty, and distractable, and at times emotion and the heat of the moment get in the way of her better judgement. She is quite a romantic, and dreams about when she will eventually be assigned a mate, and who it could be. She flirts with practically every tom in the Clan, though of course her flirtations have no substance... after all, the gods will decide who will be her mate. Though she would be content with a litter or two, she has no intention of ever becoming a "career queen" as it were- she finds too much enjoyment and exhilaration in running through the forest, hunting prey, and chasing off enemies. She is young and so very alive, and nothing bad could happen to her now.
➣ Brightwing was brought up thinking that she was going to be a preacher apprentice- to her parents, every dream was a sign, every thought an omen. Yes, it was her destiny, and no one could convince her or her parents otherwise. Thus, it was a shock when she was passed over as a preacher apprentice, and forced to become a warrior instead. How could no one see how special she was? Of course, the excitement of learning to hunt and fight soon made her forget that, and her distance from her parents now that she was removed from the nursery brought to light that the only reason she ever thought she was a preacher was because they did. But that was over now.... now she could be herself, not who they wanted her to be, and who she was was a warrior! In fact, she's going to be leader one day, she's decided. She has hardly spoken to her parents since she left the nursery, but that doesn't really bother her; she now realizes how toxic they were, and how overwhelming and negative the Clan's strict and blind adherence to the word of the preachers is. Of course, she would never voice those opinions.
N/A || Foxtail & co? || Straight.
Apprentices:
Honeypaw || She-cat || 10 moons
➣ Honeypaw is a long-haired, pale orange-and-blonde tabby she-cat with a lithe, flexible figure. Her fur is scruffy so it takes a long time grooming to make it as sleek and shiny as she likes it. There is a ring of white around her throat and up the mouth and bridge of her muzzle. Her nose and paw-pads are pink and she has yellow, caramel-and-honey eyes.
➣ Honeypaw has an obvious disinterest in becoming a warrior. The thought of fighting and dirtying her pelt is an unwelcome idea. However, she is careful to take care of her physique, keeping her lean, healthy, and agile form ready for...being pretty. Honeypaw's best trait is probably taking care of others but even fails at that with her vain attitude. She purposefully projects her voice annoyingly high and sing-song like. What she does enjoy is being creative, like drawing in dirt and carving on trees, because she thinks one of the best things a cat can be is well-cultured and talented in some area. Her older brother, Whitetalon, taught her how to be an artist, but the more she practices, the less interested he becomes and it frustrates her. She is a restless sleeper and has a habit of gossiping and talking too much. Despite all her faults, if persuaded and praised enough, she makes a great hunter.
n/a || Whitetalon is her older brother || Panromantic Heterosexual
Fawnpaw || She-cat || 10 Moons
➣ Fawnpaw is lean, quite small for her age. Her fur is a pale brown and her paws are ivory colored. Her muzzle and stomach are white. Her face and ears are also pale brown. She has hazel eyes and a pink nose. Her tail is broad, and has a big white stripe toward the tip. Since she isn't very strong, nor does she fight a lot, she has no scars.
➣ Fawnpaw is quite skittish, staying true to her prefix. She is afraid of upsetting others, and does what she's told out of fear of punishment. She is worrisome, often being caught in her nest thinking about all the things that could go wrong in the day. In a fight, Fawnpaw is an easy target, for she can't bear hurting others in combat. Hunting is more her strong suit, she likes the thrill of chasing after prey and feeling accomplished when she catches them. This apprentice isn't particularly big on the religion aspect of Lightclan, but still does what she's told. If she's tired or peeved, you'll likely hear her using sarcasm and wits as means of communication. Normally, she stammers a lot and rarely maintains eye contact.
N/A [open] || Father // Hawkclaw, Mother // Petalheart, Siblings // Kestrelwing, Sagedust || Homosexual Homoromantic, Has GAD and social anxiety
Rookpaw || Tom || Nine moons
➣ Rookpaw is a small, lean tom with short fur, streamlined for slipping through undergrowth without getting his pelt snagged onto a bramble's thorn. His amber eyes are large and round, an almondy shape. He has a gray pelt with black, spotted tabby markings and white that covers the lower half of his body.
➣ Rookpaw is bright and cheerful. If he could smile, that would probably be his expression almost every moment he was alive. This also pairs up with the fact that he's enthusiastic, optimistic and supportive. He always saw a bright future ahead, and he always tried to encourage others into seeing it with him. Rookpaw is also wildly confident. He would proudly share his skills and abilities with his Clanmates. Alongside that, he's very chatty and would talk for hours on end. Some enjoy this, but others find his personality utterly obnoxious. Rookpaw is very prone to his instincts, so he'll often take risks without weighing the pros and cons. This also causes himself to put his own life and well-being over others. If it came to saving his entire Clan or himself, he would save himself. That doesn't mean that he won't feel guilty for doing this afterwards, or, in other similar cases, that he won't reconsider his decision moments after making it. He's rather argumentative as well.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Sparrowstar's and Mapleshine's son. Alderpaw's brother. || None
Mosspaw || She-cat || 10 moons
➣ Mosspaw is a small, slender, and frail-looking she-cat, with soft, short light brown tabby and white fur and large, watery pale blue eyes. Her pelt is mostly white, but her back, ears, forehead, and the back of her neck are brown tabby. She also has faint stripes down the length of her tail. Her nose is pale pink and always seems to be running. Mosspaw is a frail-looking cat, and that's because she is. She has always been a fairly weak kit, and occasionally sickly, but she's always managed to pull through- perhaps due more to her strength of spirit than strength of body. She is not physically strong in any sense, and finds fighting, climbing, and any other strength-based task incredible difficult. She is not that much more adept with speed, since she is small and her legs are short; however, she is fairly agile, with her even proportionally light weight making it easy for her to balance.
➣ Mosspaw now suffers, and always has, from near-continuous allergies- of course, the cats don't know this, and attribute her constant, mild "cold" as relating to some unseen sin. She is, however, treated less like an undesirable and more like a sympathy case- the tragic apprentice who tries so hard, not bad enough to receive more punishment, but never good enough to deserve a cure. She, herself, believes this; that if only she were to try a little harder, she would be cured and could live a normal life. Instead, she lives on the cusp, at least so far as the Clan is concerned: any moment in her life could bring her truly to the light, or send her toppling irretrievably into the darkness. In truth, Mosspaw's personality is probably as near as any cat her age could get to "perfect." Not out of any inherent perfection, of course, but from a constant purging of anything "negative" in the hope that if she's just a little more kind, or selfless, or brave, perhaps Daisystar will have mercy on her. She is perhaps the kindest and most selfless cat anyone could meet, and this is perhaps one of the few things about her that's truly genuine. She blindly obedient, and tries her best to be brave, though there are times when she might freeze up entirely in the face of adversary. She is humble, hoping only to serve StarClan and to do her duties to her Clan- she hopes for nothing more than to be healed so that she may live as the Clan expects her to. She is also incredibly naive, and assumes that her Clanmates actually do have the best interests of the Clan, and their Clanmates, at heart.
➣ Mosspaw was born and raised in the Clan just as any other; however, due to her allergies it was very quickly realized that there was no chance that she was a preacher, and thus she managed to avoid being groomed. Of course, this rejection had its own downsides, in that she lived if not an abused kithood, then a very lonely one. None of the other queens- including her own mother- wanted her to be around their other kits for extended periods of time, for fear of "tainting" them. However, over time she was accepted slightly more, as cats realized her illness was not contagious, nor very severe. This was around the time when the sympathy began, and cats began telling her that she only needed to be more devout. Mosspaw did all she could to learn of each of the gods, their rules, and what she could do to placate them, and in the four moons since she was apprenticed her only goal each and every day is to try and please them. However, as she comes ever closer to- hopefully- earning her warrior name, she becomes more and more discouraged with her perceived lack of progress.
Mentor ? || Kin ? || Straight (maybe? We'll see)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2017 20:28:01 GMT -5
C H A R A C T E R S
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Queens & Kits:
Foxtail || Female || Fifty-seven moons
➣ Tall and fluffy, with hard, wizened amber eyes, Foxtail cuts an intimidating figure. Her thick, russet-colored fur seems to stick out in every direction, and the effect is doubled when her hackles are raised. Her tail, long and white-tipped, is the fluffiest part of her body, earning her her warrior name. She also has faint tabby markings along her back and down her spine. Foxtail certainly doesn't carry herself like a career queen, though excluding bouts of warrior work between pregnancies, that's essentially what she is. Years spent in and out of the nursery in rapid succession have left her body softer than the average warrior's, but her fangs remain sharp and her claws remain ready to draw blood. Scars, including a nick in her right ear and a scratch just above her left eye, mar her pelt, reminders that Foxtail has seen her fair share of battle - and she won't go down without a fight.
➣ Most of the Clan considers Foxtail cold-hearted and abrasive, a power-hungry she-cat who only cares to serve her own needs. As a borderline career queen, Foxtail has no chance of snagging any power for herself; her dreams of becoming a preacher were buried moons ago when she began her warrior training. However, she considers her kits - of which there have been many - her last chance at an enduring legacy, the ultimate reflection of her skill as a mother and her ability to fulfill StarClan's will. She also sees them as ideal vessels for her own failed dreams. It's no secret among LightClan queens that kits can be talked into interpreting dreams as prophetic visions and stray feathers as omens, and Foxtail has perfected the art. As a result, she's earned a reputation among her enemies and kits alike for being ruthlessly stern, interested in her offspring only until they find a way to disappoint her, willing to toss them aside at the slightest mistake. Foxtail considers these rumors mere exaggerations, certain that she's simply carrying out her motherly duties by pushing her kits to be the best cats that they can.
➣ Like many LightClan cats, as a kit, Foxtail dreamed of receiving the elusive preacher rank. She was disciplined at five moons old for repeatedly faking prophetic dreams, claiming that Wolfstar, the long-dead first leader of LightClan, had come to her in her sleep and told her directly that it was her destiny to become a preacher apprentice. She held the resulting bitterness deep inside her core, nurturing it until she found a suitable outlet: her first litter of kits. She groomed them - and every subsequent litter - to share stories of secret omens and dreams of deceased leaders, to enforce the code like its importance was seared into their very spirits. So far, she's had little luck; each of her kits has gone on to become warriors. With each litter, she's grown more and more determined and more and more unforgiving.
[reserved] || Mother of Breezefeather, [last litter one cat here], Emberpelt, Boragetail, Cherryfur (deceased), Nightstorm, Paleflame, Rowankit (deceased), Galekit, Leafkit, [rest of litter four]. || Straight.
Galekit || She-cat || 4 moons
➣ Galekit is a petite and short-haired, pale-brown she-cat with darker russet tabby-markings. Small orange splotches appear sparsely on her light-tipped fur with white guard-hairs. Her tail-tip, the bridge of her nose, chin and the rims under her amber-colored eyes are white.
➣ Galekit remains rather quiet and airy and doesn't know how to hide her obvious eavesdropping. Only if she were a literal gust of wind could it be acknowledged whenever she was around because she's so silent with a tiny stature. When she does make her presence known, her snappy, snarky tongue makes any cat wish she kept her mouth shut and she also has quite the temper. She gets easily irritated by the smallest of things and a common attitude she displays is bitterness. Infrequently does she show impulsive anger but it's possible. Galekit is unconventional, doing things the way she wants even if they're completely bizarre but is susceptible to her mother's teachings even though she tends to twist them.
n/a || Foxtail is her mother || n/a
Leafkit || She-cat || 4 moons
➣ Leafkit is a calico she-cat with bright green eyes. Her white is exceedingly present around her eyes and from her muzzle down the rest of her underside, including her neck and chest. Each of her four paws are also white.She has rather large paws, especially compared to her rather small frame, and she is noticeably fluffy instead of sleek. She has the appearance of being clumsy, but it has less to do with her actions and more a visible manifestation of her personality.
➣ Leafkit's personality is all over place, and both her moods and opinions change every time you so much as blink during a conversation with her. Her core traits lie in her extreme caring and nurturing; she isn't fully into the whole Preacher idea because a dream of hers is to one day have or somehow otherwise care for kits. Leafkit values honesty above all else, and usually believes things she shouldn't because she assumes others value honesty too. She is also extremely stubborn, especially about her beliefs. Even when she sees she may be in the wrong, she will argue and disagree until she deems it an acceptable time to apologize. She may never apologize or open change her mind if you push too hard, though. For such a young cat, Leafkit can be exceedingly complicated.
➣ Right now she's only 4 moons old but she's still gone through a good deal. She is being groomed by her mother rigorously while trying to sort out all of her own feelings as well. While she really wants kits or at least to care for them somehow, she is asexual and has already started thinking of ways to get out of the assigned mate requirement if she isn't chosen as Preacher.
NA || Mother: Foxtail, Father: x, Siblings: Galekit, x, and x in this litter, more in others || N/A
Mistkit || Female || 4 moons
> Mistkit is still young, so her body type has not yet become incredibly apparent, but she is beginning to show the earliest signs of a somewhat slim and athletic build. Her fur is short but surprisingly thick for its length. Once she's older she'll have a good build for swimming, which will be her greatest skill for sure. She didn't really inherit her mother's height, but she isn't small either: she's average. Her fur is grey all over without any white marks, and even her paw pads and nose are grey, while her eyes are bright gold.
> Mistkit's personality has only just started to become clear about a couple of moons ago. On the one hand, she's ususlly generous and warmhearted towards her clanmates, especially her family, though how much of this is an act is a mystery. She'll spend hours at a time by herself imagining scenarios and stories entirely in her head, and tell them to other people if she gets the chance. Her enthusiasm for her skills is hard to dampen, and she thrives off of positive reinforcement. However, she's also very egotistical. She wants to be in the spotlight at all times, and is incredibly jealous of her siblings when people pay attention to them. Also, while she's generous and kind to people she deems worthy of her acknowledgement, shebis incredibly cold to those she has been raised to see as "undesirables."
> From the day Mistkit could talk, her main priority was to please her mom. At first, she just did this by going along with everything her mother said and bringing her leaves, pretty stones, and other objects in a childish effort to impress her. However, once she was nearing her second moon, she began yo suspect that the favourite of the family wasn't her: it was Leafkit. Extremely jealous, Mistkit decided she would do everything she could to make Foxtail love her more. She began to constantly kiss up to her, going along with every single request, paying attention to every syllable uttered, and adopting every belief as her own. Despite her constant attempts to be the center of her family's attention, she knows deep down that she's not the favourite child. As much as it hurts her, she will still do everything in her power to be noticed: by her mother, her siblings, her father, and eventually, by her whole clan.
None || Mother is Foxtail, siblings are leafkit, galekit, and (rest of litter here)|| Bi but currently not at the point in her life when she starts caring.
Silvernight || She-cat || 62 moons
➣ Silvernight is sleek, though long-furred, with a smaller frame than some. Her pelt is silver and black, and the two colors flow into each other seamlessly, the thickness of her coat hiding her well-defined muscles. Her underbelly and paws are white, and she works meticulously to keep them that color. Silvernight's eyes are a cold blue-gray, which fit well with the way she presents herself - severe, harsh, and stern, in most cases. She holds herself high and with dignity, now even moreso since her mate, Ashbelly, died. Overall, she can be intimidating, despite her smaller stature.
➣ Silvernight appears a lot like her mother did - cold and blank. Her emotions come out in quick, harsh flashes if they come out at all. Since she was young, she was taught to prioritize strength, determination, and hard work over most things. Unfortunately, honesty was not part of the "desired" traits instilled in her from a young age. She does her best to be strategic and calculating, completely glossing over what is "allowed". This works out often, but at times it does come down to pure fight and force of will. Obviously, she could be a very valuable part of the Clan, but has spent much of her life only aiming for the power her mother wanted for herself. Now that it's her last litter of kits, she's going to need to set her sights on something else. Big changes are coming for this conflicted queen.
➣ Silvernight's life has been anything but easy. She started out being groomed herself at a very young age, but ultimately was unsuccessful and her mother shunned her and her litter mates for it. Her mother died at a young age giving birth, but Silvernight wasn't swayed from following in her mother's footsteps. She now grooms her kits as well, but bearing the kits wasn't easy. She was assigned a mate at an older age than usual and struggled with infertility, which she ended up lessening by going against the religious ways and finding herbs for. Her infertility issues were made even worse by her adamant refusal to bear kits any time outside of when the litter would be most likely to include a kit with The Power, and she ultimately ended up having only 3 litters before her mate died unexpectedly. Her first litter was extremely unsuccessful, and one ended up being exiled due to disbelieving entirely in the Clan's religious ways. Her second litter was debatably even worse, with one kit being stillborn and another dying in apprenticeship. Now she's even more desperate for one of her last kits to become a Preacher.
Mate: Ashbelly [Deceased] || Kits: Goldenripple [exiled due to extreme, blatant atheism] and Firewhisker from her first litter, Swiftstrike is the only survivor of 3 from her second litter, x x and Frostkit from her newest litter. || Other
Chamomilekit || Female || 5 Moons
➣ Chamomilekit is a light gold she-cat with white fawn spots on her back, along her chest, and flanks. She is a bit on the smaller side and has a slender form. She has short to medium length, silky fur that shines in the sun and a feather like tail, giving her a soft, glowing apprentice which makes her bright blue azure eyes.
➣ She is very energetic and outgoing, and super enthusiastic, she can be a little insecure at times, she can become depresssed. She can be navie at times and a little over dramatic, which annoys everyone. But when she's not being annoying, she can be friendly but very opinionated.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Mother is Silvernight || Other
Elders:
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➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Family || Other
Outsiders:
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2017 0:11:15 GMT -5
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Sparrowstar and Mapleshine are mates.
Sparrowstar and Mapleshine are the parents of Alderpaw and Rookpaw.
Sparrowstar and Stormpath are mates illegally.
Stormpath and Echoshine are mates.
Boragetail and Firewhisker are illegal mates.
Silvernight's deceased mate is Ashbelly.
Silvernight is the mother of Goldenripple, Firewhisker, Littlekit, Wolfkit, Swiftstrike, Lilacdew, (open), Chamomilekit, and Frostkit.
Foxtail's mate is (reserved).
Foxtail and (reserved) are the parents of Breezefeather, (open), Boragetail, Emberpelt, Cherryfur, Nightstorm, Paleflame, Rowankit, Leafkit, Galekit, Mistkit, and (open).
Paleflame has a crush on Whitetalon.
Briarcrow and Marigoldsplash are mates.
Sootwhisker and Finchflame are mates.
Daybird and Citruspetal are mates.
Azureblossom and Crowcall are mates.
Thornfoot and Lilylightning are mates.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 23:50:28 GMT -5
P L O T S
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As generations passed, more and more corruption began to surround the preacher rank. First, queens started grooming their kits to feign experiences with Divinity, teaching them to interpret dreams as visions and ordinary objects as omens. Some queens were even willing to outright ask their kits to lie for them - and many of these kits, young and desperate to please their parents, agreed to do it. Second, the preachers themselves became increasingly willing to take advantage of LightClan's blind trust in their word. They began using their influence to suggest punishment for cats that they did not like, pick mate pairs based on their own interests, suggest deputies who favored their strict views, and turn any cat who dared speak out against into outcasts, often reviled by even their own friends and families. Eventually, though the leader remained the formal head of the Clan, preachers were able to convince leaders to bow to their will or face StarClan's alleged wrath.
Now, StarClan has ceased all communication with the three preachers as a form of punishment. To make matters worse, one of the preachers, Hollylight, is an outright fraud; groomed from kithood, she was able to steal an apprentice slot that rightfully belonged to another cat. Now, StarClan speaks to only three cats: Alderpaw, Morningpaw, Whitetalon, the cat whose spot Hollylight stole all those moons ago. However, Morningpaw and Alderpaw are struggling to interpret the often vague, confusing dreams and omens they've been receiving, especially with their mentors secretly working to hide StarClan's silence and the truth behind their own corruption. Meanwhile, Whitetalon has been branded a heretic for supposedly speaking of "false" communications from the Gods.
Additionally, the preacher's increasing control has left LightClan in an odd position. On one paw, the Clan has adapted to become more religious than ever. Most cats follow the code down to every minute detail, in part out of fear of what the preachers will have done to them if they don't embrace their faith fully enough and in part because cats are raised to value absolute, unyielding obedience to both their preachers and their Gods. However, cats that fall outside of their religion's norms - the disabled, the ill, those who are attracted to cats of their own gender, or those who otherwise resist the constraints that their religion puts upon them - have been left with no choice but to sneak around to lead happy and fulfilling lives. Some cats - including Sparrowstar himself, unbeknownst to the Clan - have entered forbidden relationships, choosing love over forced mateship. Some cats have embraced their outsider status, happy to exist for reasons other than bearing kits. There are even whispers of cats who want to bring medicine back to protect their loved ones from dying preventable deaths.
With the third preacher apprentice spot open and rumored to soon be filled, tensions are at an all-time high. Queens are desperate to push their kits into the life every cat not-so-secretly covets, the preachers are desperate to hide the lie that their profession has become, and Alderpaw, Morningpaw, and [name] are desperate to figure out the truth behind StarClan's ominous messages. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2017 23:53:20 GMT -5
T R A D I T I O N S
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I. The Gathering:
Under the full moon, half of the LightClan cats will travel to the Moontower: including able warriors and apprentices, queens (not carrying or nursing kits younger than three moons), strong elders, and of course, the leader, deputy, and six preachers.
The ceremony will begin with the leader and deputy discussing what's happened in the past moon with those present. Then, the three fully-fledged preachers will take over, make a small speech, and then announce the true beginning of the night. From that point on, no cat may speak or sleep until the sun rises. This ceremony is used as a bonding time with StarClan and the gods, and it's the absolute best time to request happiness and health.
II. Gifts:
One of the most simplistic traditions of LightClan. At any day and any time, cats may collect gifts for the gods and leave them in the Moontower. These gifts can be from pretty flowers or leaves, freshkill, feathers - whatever said cat thinks the gods may appreciate. When requesting assistance or fortune from the gods, it's considered extremely disrespectful to do so without presenting and offering.
III. Mate Pairing:
As previously stated, Redstar governs over love and fertility. She is the one who speaks to preachers about the perfect mate for each (able and trustworthy) warrior. Cats deemed heretics or disloyal, or cats with disabilities, will not receive mates and are therefore forbidden from having kits. Cats who endure serious injuries (ages 18-22 moons) are also forbidden from taking mates, because the preachers have always assumed it to be a sign.
The pairs are chosen so their offspring are the strongest - other factors, such as compatibility, are generally disregarded. After all, questioning and disrespecting your perfect match is comparable to questioning and disrespecting Redstar herself. However, due to the corruption surrounding the preacher rank, none of the gods have uttered a word to the preachers for a long while. All mate pairs are chosen with the personal interest of the preachers in mind at this point. When Redstar did control who was paired with who, she was much more reasonable - if two cats were obviously crushing on each other, she'd pair them, and gay or asexual cats were left out of the system.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 0:07:25 GMT -5
O T H E R
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News [OOC]
- 25/08/2017: After like, 17 years I finally finished. Praise me.
For real, thank you to everybody who helped - the time everyone dedicated to this is not to be overlooked ^^. If you're interested in joining, please visit this page. Just make sure you read everything, and stuff.
As of right now, the deputy and one preacher are both open. Ask first, though. Foxtail also needs a mate and two children (speak to December for more information), and Silvernight needs a couple kits as well (speak to PatienceTheVirtue about that).
- 28/08/2017: All six preacher spots are closed. Remaining slots are as follows.
Foxtail needs one kit, one adult child, and Silvernight needs a few kits.
The deputy position is still open.
- 19/09/20187: Everyone is hecking added.
The deputy is still open... who is he.
News [IC]
- 25/08/2017: It is late greenleaf.
- 19/09/2017: Leafkit is now considered a liar and undesirable.
Sparrowstar and Stormpath have been discovered by Aspenlight, who is blackmailing the former to do as he pleases now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 0:20:40 GMT -5
M E M B E R S
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@animefreak - Administrator
Sparrowstar, Breezefeather, Cloudwillow, Finchflame
December - Moderator
Morningpaw, Stormpath, Swiftstrike, Foxtail
Card against Humanity - Moderator
Alderpaw, Nightstorm
argyle lechuga - Moderator
Echoheart, Emberpelt, Frostkit
PatienceTheVirtue - Moderator
Firewhisker, Paleflame, Silvernight, Leafkit
nem - Moderator
Aspenlight, Mapleshine, Boragetail, Rookpaw
Darkηesque - Member
Whitetalon, Owlcrest, Honeypaw, Galekit
♡ Bun ♡ - Member
Citruspetal, Citrinedream, Lilacdew, Lunarmist, Chamomilekit, Newtpaw, Elmshadow, Maplefern, Azureblossom, Lilylightning, Grayinglight
Redfleck - Member
Thornfoot
darkyy - Member
Fawnpaw, Crowcall
Aphelyon - Member
Briarcrow, Daybird, Brightwing, Mosspaw C R E D I T
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December, Miles, PatienceTheVirtue, Juniper Bush, Moonshine2222 and Holly all helped out a bunch with planning the plot and religion, and with adding ideas to other things.
December also wrote the rules and plot summary.
All characters belong to their respective owners. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 0:21:37 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 0:21:50 GMT -5
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Aug 25, 2017 1:33:05 GMT -5
>> Ooc <<
yay first one here! >> RP << |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Aug 25, 2017 1:51:48 GMT -5
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Could i make a cat for one of the open spots for Silvernight? >> RP << |
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Post by nem on Aug 25, 2017 6:55:13 GMT -5
(Uh, we should start role-playing soon
Because of school, I won't be online until 5:00 PM forum time by the way.)
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Post by December on Aug 25, 2017 7:27:09 GMT -5
(Starter reserved for Morningpaw's mentor.)
The vision started the way it always did: with Morningpaw, alone on a hill at the center of the forest, gazing up at the stars. They twinkled above her like they never did in life, bright and confident and ten times as alluring. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could make out the ghosts of whispers, the quietest hints of laughter carried her way on the breeze. The sounds relaxed her in some deep, instinctual way, like home made into noise.
Each time, she told herself to hold onto this moment in hope that she could make it stay, and each time, it slipped between her paws.
All at once, clouds rolled across the sky, dark and yellow-tinted and churning. She felt a too-hot, too-moist breeze lift the fine hair of her pelt. Somewhere in the not-so-far distance, lightning crackled, all heat and restless energy. The voices began to scatter, then fade to nothing. Morningpaw watched helplessly as the final corners of the sky were enveloped, each star blotted thoroughly from her view.
Are you there, Morningpaw? a voice asked - deep, rumbling, seeming to strike her in the chest and bounce off her ribs. You must listen carefully. LightClan is slipping away from us.
Morningpaw didn't always answer - the she-cat didn't even always manage to speak in the first place - but this time, helpless frustration mounted in her chest, and she lifted her muzzle to the swirling sky to call out, "So tell me how to stop it! Help me bring us back to to your light!"
Open your eyes, Morningpaw.
Just like that, she jolted awake.
Blinking fiercely against the harsh onslaught of morning light, she made out the familiar - and comforting - silhouette of her mentor in the distance. She breathed out. Sometimes, the visions felt more real then her waking life did, but at least she always had ways to bring herself back home.
She pushed herself to her paws and padded quietly towards Hollylight's familiar figure. She stopped a few paces to her mentor's left, hesitant to linger too close. She didn't want to press against her like a trembling kit, spooked by a mere nightmare. She couldn't quite bring herself to meet her eyes, either, still jostled by the echo of the Dream. Instead, she picked a spot in the distance - a late-blooming flower pushing through the cracks of the earth - and fixed her gaze there instead.
"I had another vision," she admitted, voice low and tentative. "I - how do you handle them? It was just so... real."
Every time she spoke to StarClan, she felt it - a hum like destiny, like purpose, like I chose you and I love you and together we can make everything okay. But feeling the her bond with her ancestors that deeply meant feeling the rest of it, too, the tangle of hurt and the most primal sort of despair. Morningpaw tried to tell herself that it would get easier with age and experience, but deep down, a part of her doubted it would ever stop feeling this way.
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Post by December on Aug 25, 2017 23:45:52 GMT -5
(Double-posting because I'm a l0ser and so Pat can get her reply up.)
Foxtail's mornings began early, before the sun cut through the branches of pine to speckle the earth, when colors were just starting to grace the edges of the sky and birdsong was only just making its first appearance. During the moons she spent in the nursery, she often found it difficult to untangle herself from her pile of kits, especially as they got older and rowdier and more curious about their mother's behavior. She got lucky this morning; though it took a bit of time to lift her body without jostling her latest litter too much, and she had to take extra care not to step on tails or brush against limbs, she managed to escape the den without having to quiet a disgruntled kit or fend off pleas to accompany her.
(Not that those were ever common once they got to a certain age. Ungrateful snots, always eager to dodge her attention in favor of wiser elders or cooler apprentices. She hoped their own kits would never treat them this badly.)
This time of morning, the forest was quiet and vaguely misty. When Foxtail had been younger, it had often spooked her, coming out here and finding herself completely isolated, alone with only her thoughts and the occasional flash of birdsong for company. These days, she relished the silence. The life of a queen was loud and chaotic, especially for a mother of four, especially with the den so crowded. An hour with no whining kits, no rowdy apprentices, and no gossiping queens was an hour well spent, a rare treat.
She arrived at the old garden and began to nose her way through the remaining flowers. The most beautiful blossoms had come and gone moons ago in newleaf, but greenleaf searches occasionally yielded a few worthy flowers. She'd have to hope for the best; hunting had gotten harder and harder as she'd aged, her old scavenger's instincts giving way to tricks to silence wailing kits, her body softening and her muscles falling out of use. She was still as fierce in battle as she'd ever been, driven by sheer determination, but hunting required more than sharp claws and a ruthless disposition - hunters needed precision, technique, sometimes endurance. She wasn't keen on tracking down a mouse or a squirrel for the Gods, though she supposed she'd do it if necessary. She loved them the way that the moon had loved the sun in the stories the elders used to tell her: fiercely, blindly, with an almost reckless abandon.
Luckily, she found a patch of white blossoms and managed to tug them free of the earth with little effort. She carried them over to the Moontower and lay them in a bundle before its entrance, an offering. She bowed her head.
"Daisystar," she murmured. Most cats prayed silently, but Foxtail didn't cut corners when it came to proving devotion. "Goddess of Fortune. Be with me now as I seek fortune in delivering one of my kits to the preacher den. I -"
Here, she faltered. She lifted her muzzle to the sky and studied the magnificent building before her - the point of its roof, the shimmer of its windows, the magnificent arches of its entrance. Even after all of these moons, the sight still humbled her. Foxtail knew other cats - including, unfortunately, some of her own offspring - considered her delusion, but here, now, faced with the might and the beauty and the righteousness of her Gods, as close to them as a cat could be without the Divinity coursing through their veins, she felt certain that something StarClan-ordained was coming. It had to be. How could she come so far for nothing in return?
"Please," she whispered. "I know the truth. I see the truth. Guide my daughter's pawsteps as she walks your path. Protect her. Show her the way. I've raised her well; she will do it without question. Just promise you'll stay by her side."
She let the silence sink over the Moontower. Emotions built in her throat, wild enough to sweep her away - but she'd spoken all that was in her heart, and with nothing left to add, she faced no choice but to turn and tread down the path that she'd come.
Foxtail made her way back to camp just as the sun was climbing over the horizon, sending golden dapples through the shadows and onto the cool earth. She squeezed through the brambles, wincing as a few tufts of rowan fur caught on the branches, and emerged in the clearing, blinking as she scanned for signs of life. It was early still, but she certainly wasn't alone. StarClan didn't favor the lazy, after all, and the whole Clan knew it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 1:08:47 GMT -5
[ oops i screwed up just ignore this ]
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Post by December on Aug 26, 2017 1:31:13 GMT -5
Stormpath padded into camp a few paces behind Foxtail, a limp squirrel hanging from his fangs. He hadn't been selected for the dawn patrol, but he'd opted to go on an early solo hunt, anyway; fresh air always cleared his head, made him feel powerful, made him feel as distant and untouchable as the stars in the sky. Besides, he'd figured wryly, if he was going to defy StarClan's wishes and secretly undermine the stability of his role in the Clan, he might as well feed an elder or two while doing it.
He nearly stopped as he glanced towards the fresh-kill pile and saw Sparrowstar making his way towards it. Sparrowstar. His pulse thundered along uncomfortably. Memories washed over him - paws against cool earth and rock in the dead of night, moonlight coming in through the colored windows and staining his fur every color of the rainbow, eyes like pools of amber, a scent as familiar as home.
Act natural, he reminded himself sternly, which meant he couldn't do the two things he most wanted to do right now - bound up to Sparrowstar like an excited kit, purring, I missed you, I missed you, I missed you, and whirl on his heels and bolt back into the forest. Instead, he padded calmly to the center of camp, dropped the squirrel inside the makeshift den, and lifted his head to watch his leader approach - with polite interest and nothing more. A keen warrior eager to greet his superior. A polite Clanmate. Right.
"Hello," he meowed carefully as Sparrowstar drew closer. Hello, but what he meant was, I can't stop thinking about you, and I can't stop thinking about Echoheart, about my future kits, about StarClan, and it's all tangled up in my head, and the only time my life makes sense anymore is when I'm with you. Hello. I miss you. I would give my life to build a world where we could have this and leave the hurt behind.
LightClan cats were taught not to dream frivolously. Stormpath figured he wasn't a very good LightClan cat.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 2:32:09 GMT -5
The too-familiar scent flooded his nostrils before anything else; and, no, it wasn't the squirrel, despite his growling stomach. Not a lot of things fazed the leader these days, but Stormpath certainly did. Smelling him alone was enough to make Sparrowstar feel like the wind was knocked out from his lungs. Just looking at the tom felt wrong. Impure. Sinful. Stormpath embodied adultery and deceitfulness: two things the gods hated the most. So why did he enjoy the time they spent together?
Sparrowstar didn't lift his head until he was greeted. Apprehension and anxiety churned in his stomach when he finally processed the situation. They shouldn't be this close. They shouldn't be acting with such familiarity. They...what if someone saw them here? ...Breathe. There's nothing out of the ordinary here, he told himself.
"Yes? What is it?" Sparrowstar asked, just a bit too harshly. Glancing him over through narrowed eyes, he remembered how long it had been since their last meeting. At least half a moon had passed. His amber gaze dropped guiltily, briefly wondering how upset Stormpath was, before regaining his posture hastily.
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Post by December on Aug 26, 2017 13:43:38 GMT -5
Sparrowstar's harsh tone hit him square in the chest, leaving him internally reeling. It was all he could do not to let the hurt spread across his face, though his eyes narrowed for a moment before he remembered himself and steeled his expression once again. Eyes were everywhere, after all.
Stormpath wasn't an idiot; he knew that they could never publicly express their affections. No matter what his traitorous heart yearned for, he hadn't come to him for validation. Still, he hadn't expected Sparrowstar to be so -
He just didn't understand why they couldn't be civil to each other.
"Just paying respect to my leader," Stormpath answered curtly. "My mother raised me with manners, you know."
She'd also raised him to aspire to the life of a preacher's apprentice, and when that had failed, to settle down with his assigned mate and create as many kits as possible, but he didn't need to think about that right now.
"I wanted to ask if there was anything you or [pretend the deputy's name is here lmao] needed," he continued with only the slightest edge to his voice, perhaps imperceptible to anyone other than the noisiest bystander, but hopefully enough for Sparrowstar to pick up on. "I'm always happy to help."
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Post by PatienceTheVirtue on Aug 26, 2017 15:27:06 GMT -5
-- Leafkit used to be a heavy sleeper, as kits tend to be. Most kits her age still are, but this is where she diverges from the norm. Despite her young age, she's come to learn many things in her short life - and the one most important to getting her through her harried days is when her mother, Foxtail, will be away.
The aging she-cat always left before dawn. Many times she would first be surrounded by kits clamoring to come with, or complaining of being awakened. That's how it had started for Leafkit, too, actually. But eventually all those mornings when the young cat was accidentally rustled awake were followed by long, punishing days she was not-so-accidentally pushed into playing a role she was desperate to fill but ultimately unable. While the blissful hours of drowsy sleep just before dawn was rewarding to many happy warriors, the best reward Leafkit found at such an early hour was the absence of pressure. It was the only time she could be happy, just like the Warriors were in those moments, and it was the only time she could be herself.
This morning, like most others, Leafkit woke up moments before her devout mother. Her fluffy pelt was bristling, crackling with anxiety, her fear as thick yet intangible as the clouds in the sky outside. She was terrified of learning she had woken up too late and lost out on the only time she could be at peace for the rest of the day. She'd come to memorize the sound of every cat in the nursery's breath out of necessity, and used that learned skill to frantically pick out each denmate as the bile storming in her stomach threatened to crawl up her throat like fifty acidic beetles. Thankfully, it was only seconds before she zeroed in on Foxtail's deep breathing, sounding controlled and rigid even in unconsciousness. Quickly, Leafkit matched her breathing to one of her siblings' at random, forcing her small body to relax back into a sleeping position. Her mother soon woke, extracted herself carefully from the pile of kits, and left briskly.
After a few heartbeats had gone by, the anxiety-turned-excitement that was bubbling in Leafkit's chest shot into her paws and forced her onto them, her head spinning with glee. There weren't many things she could do in the camp, but each activity was precious to her, and she slid out of the nursery and into the fog with only the smallest hesitation to be sure Foxtail hadn't lingered. It wasn't long before she was running in circles through the perfectly shaped camp, her tiny paws barely making more sound than the wind through the trees, every sound in the forest dulled by the fog and sleepy haze lingering before the sun appeared. Her circles became tighter until she was simply spinning in place. She abruptly stopped, stumbled sideways, and fell.
The calico she-kit rolled onto her back and looked up at the sky, blearily visible through the branches of the trees and the fog that was not yet evaporated by the slowly rising sun. A few remaining stars twinkled, pulsing in and out like a heartbeat. She counted a total of five night time warriors blinking down at her warmly, and she kept her bright green eyes fixated on them until her head stopped spinning and her heart stopped racing in her chest.
Precious moments slid by in even more precious serenity as Leafkit lay there. She was shocked out of her stupor by a stray oak leaf skittering over the ground above her head. The wiry kit twisted abruptly and leapt onto it, the sharp crackling sound as she landed on it breaking through the still air like a bolt of lightning. Her pelt prickled guiltily as she looked around at the dens where cats still presumably slept, despite light beginning to filter through the air. Suddenly, Leafkit froze. The light meant that she had spent too long playing. Her eyes slid to the camp entrance, her heart thundering, her head swimming in black waters threatening to overtake her, her entire perception of time seeming to slow, her breathing stopping, and her desperate gaze finally resting on her returning mother.
Time froze completely for a heartbeat as the early morning heat seemed to disappear, leaving Leafkit in an icy chamber. As Foxtail's disapproving, expectant gaze landed on Leafkit's small frame, her temperature dropped even further. Her mother's glare was an icy dagger that broke through every layer of warmth imaginable to the 4 moon old kit. Her held breath leaked out through her nose, making the tiniest squeak of dismay, easily comparable to the scream a mouse lets out before its death.
Leafkit dug her claws into the earth through the leaf she had captured as a familiar spark started around her mother. It always started with a slight yellow aura that soon burst like a flaming meteor hitting the ground. Flames appeared to lick the air around Foxtail before spreading to the brambles surrounding the camp, quickly engulfing the entire ring. Leafkit, unable to hold her breath again so soon, inhaled and choked on the acrid scent of smoke. She stifled any movement whatsoever despite nearly choking on the thick smell, afraid of her mother's wrath even in the throes of terror caused by the fire. The last thing Leafkit saw before squeezing her watering green eyes shut was pitch black smoke billowing specifically from where Foxtail was standing. The last thing she heard before the vision ended entirely was the many voices of her Clanmates coming together in a hum, as if it were the beginning of a prayer song, but disjointed, warped, and utterly wrong in a way that threatened to overwhelm her more readily than the heat and smoke of the fire.
Leafkit was afraid of being punished for sleeping in when her mother returns, but she was still always careful to return to the nursery before dawn anyway. In all of five heartbeats the vision was over, but the vision would remain in her thoughts much longer. The vision only came to her when the she-kit was out in the camp's clearing the moment Foxtail arrived back, which StarClan would expect of any contributing Clan member - laziness was never rewarded by the holy ancestors.
Leafkit staggered mentally as her thoughts locked up from the vision, then began to race as she tried to make up a vision to tell her mother. The older she-cat's approach would surely end in questions Leafkit couldn't truthfully answer. Instead of enduring that, the she-kit began spouting off everything she could think of before Foxtail was close enough to begin her demands: "I-I had a vision! Foxtail, I saw- I think I saw," the she-cat began, voice and body shaking as she stumbled her way through the lies, "Breezefeather! And Whitetalon, a-and... Swiftstrike! They were all tearing down the camp walls, and t-taking fresh-kill away, and hurting others, and n-no one could do anything... But then I got r-really big! I got really big, a-and I squashed them. S-See?" Leafkit tore her claws from the earth she held onto, shaking the leaf she had impaled off her paw. "That... That was them," she finished lamely, out of breath and genuinely resigned. She could only imagine the ridicule she would face this time.
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Post by December on Aug 26, 2017 17:13:27 GMT -5
(Rowankit [dead NPC referenced in this post] didn't actually have the Divinity, btw. Foxtail just thought she did at the time and continues to believe the Clan lost a future preacher with her death even now. Anyway, warning for past child [well, kit] death, and Foxtail's general awfulness.)
At the words I had a vision, Foxtail's world stopped.
Over fifty-seven moons and twelve kits, she'd heard the same sentence too many times to count. Passing birds could be omens; strange nightmares could be prophecies; twinkling stars could signify promises. Her kits were cursed with vivid imaginations but pitifully ordinary destinies - and she was cursed with a hungry heart, always willing to take a chance on hope alone. Time and failure after failure had made her jaded.
Well, all failures but one, anyway.
Hope aside, she'd only ever known the truth in her heart - steady, bright, pulsing with the kind of certainty she couldn't shake - once: many seasons ago, with her beloved Rowankit. Every day, she thought of her - of the passion in her golden eyes, of the eagerness with which she would bound everywhere after her mother, of the mornings she would spend trailing her in the forests to leave feathers and flowers for Daisystar. Every day, too, she thought of the mornings in the aftermath, too, trekking the same path without her daughter by her side, praying to the same Goddess for brutally different things. She'd thought maybe, because her daughter had the Divinity -
There was an old saying in LightClan: preachers were the link between the earth and the sky, between the ordinary and the divine. Rowankit was still that link for her.
Now, her breath caught in her throat yet again. Did she dare believe? So many of her precious kits had deceived their poor mother, built worlds of wonder upon lies only to let her down in the end. Leafkit could always be another Breezefeather or Nightstorm, promising her glory but snatching it away at the last moment. Her heart could only take so much deception.
Then she thought of the way her daughter had swayed on her paws, eyes shut, as close as she'd ever seen to transfixed. Her heartbeat picked up. She'd seen ghosts of the same expression in so many preacher's eyes only before, this dazedness, like they had two paws on solid ground and two more in the world of the divine. She thought, too, of the dawn-soft forest, of flowers peering out from around her fangs, of Daisystar watching over her like a promise, and her resolve strengthened.
"My precious darling," she murmured, pressing her muzzle to her daughter's forehead. "My hope, my little star, my chosen one. I knew you would come. I knew it. They said I was insane, that I was a liar, but I knew that they were wrong. You proved them wrong. You've answered all of my prayers, sweet thing. Daisystar herself must have gifted you to me."
She pulled away, amber eyes glowing in the half-light that blanketed LightClan camp. "Tell me everything," she demanded. "How long did it last? Did you hear voices? Did you meet any of our Gods?"
Thank you, StarClan, she added silently. Thank you for not leaving me alone for a heartbeat longer.
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Post by Card against Humanity on Aug 26, 2017 21:42:01 GMT -5
Alderpaw was already awake when morningpaw woke up. Not the type to lie in her nest when there was work to be done, the apprentice quickly got up. However, she wasn't in the right menatal state to just go right to work, so she snuck out of the den and sat down close by it, keeping her vision directed towards the ground and her eyes closed, attempting to calm herself.
It was 't succeeding.
She'd just had yet another prophetic dream, and while she'd had more then her fair share of them, it wasn't something she'd gotten used to yet - especially when she couldn't really interpret them. If they were just a bit more clear, perhaps she would welcome them, but they weren't. Alderpaw didn't understand why starclan couldn't just be more explanatory in their messages. She wouldn't dare share this thought with any other cat in her clan, though.
Her visions went a bit differently then Morningpaw's. She was always walking through an incredibly dark forest, so dark that she could barely see anything, even with her feline night vision. The moon was nowhere to be found: whenever she attempted to find it, it always seemed to be blocked by the large branches above her. One time she even tried just sitting down on the ground to see what would happened, but her body simply wouldn't let her. Her legs were always moving, no matter how hard she tried to stop.
After what was probably only a half a minute - though it felt like hours - she finally appeared in a well-lit clearing. The moon was finally shining in the sky, an extreme contrast to the dark forest. What Alderpaw found most unusual was that, while she usually had to blink furiously when entering light areas after being in the dark, this time she had no such issue.
Maybe it's just because it's a dream.......
After a few more long seconds, she heard the whispering of the trees. She perked up her ears. Her mind braced itself for the otherworldly voice that she knew would come....
Alderpaw? Alderpaw? Listen to me, Alderpaw. Lightclan is in grave danger.
Her teeth gritted.
Usually she didn't say anything back. She was too busy trying to decipher to cryptic message. But now would be different.
"What's going on? Why is it in danger? What am I supposed to do?"
She got no reply. She woke up abruptly.
She couldn't get over the disappointment. Deep down, however, she had a feeling that she wouldn't get a straight answer. Starclan didn't give straight answers.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2017 22:51:07 GMT -5
Sparrowstar did not fail to notice Stormpath's entire change in demeanour, nor the curt words that spilled from his tongue. The childishness took him by surprise. What was he even mad about? All Sparrowstar cared about was protecting the both of them. Did he expect the leader to just show affection, break character, right in the center of camp? The fur along his spine began to stand up like a porcupine's quills, but for different reasons now.
Sparrowstar held his gaze a few moment's longer, studying him as he continued on. No, he was the leader. Participating in a petty shouting match would only get him a chastisement from the preachers - something about how Wolfstar didn't bring them all together, just for him to tear them all apart. With a quiet, disapproving huff (who it was directed to, unknown), Sparrowstar turned his head away. No...they were both being petty. All the time apart must be straining their relationship. I can't go off on the only thing keeping me happy, he thought.
"I'm afraid you caught me at a bad time. You have my...apologies, for my rudeness." He said, regaining his posture and trying to regain his dignified aura. Apologizing was not something he regularly did, but...he did feel a little bit guilty for his behaviour. "I believe [deputy] has everything sorted out, but thank you for your consideration." Another pause. Sparrowstar was aware that something needed to be done. Walking away now would only leave bad air and another half-moon is silence. Like a sheepish kit, he quickly glanced around camp, scuffing his left paw against the dirt.
"That's a nice squirrel, you caught. Would you like to put our squabble behind us and share it?" While it seemed like an innocent enough question on the outside, the leader's heart was racing in his chest. It felt risky and wrong. But, he supposed, that summed up the two toms' relationship as a whole. He avoided looking Stormpath in the eye, this time. |
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Post by PatienceTheVirtue on Aug 26, 2017 22:54:14 GMT -5
-- Leafkit tensed every muscle in her small body as her mother leaned in and pressed against her. She breathed out shakily at the words Foxtail said, half believing they weren't even meant for her, then inhaled sharply once again at the questioning she thought she'd avoided by speaking first. The smoke of her vision still burned in her throat, and the disjointed voices still crescendoed in an echo looping through her mind. Trying to piece together a believable lie while so thoroughly shaken was no easy task, but Leafkit had no choice now.
She stumbled slightly as her mother pulled away, still shaky and uncomposed from everything that had happened in such a short period of time. Using the time to stall slightly, the she-kit sat down and wrapped her tail delicately over her paws before looking up at her mother. The eagerness, hope, and even slight admiration she thought she could see in Foxtail's eyes pierced her heart. Why has she never looked at me like that before? she wondered with a pang before setting herself back on track to deal with the task at hand.
"It felt like forever," the kit began honestly, searching her mother's eyes earnestly for any further hints of approval, "but it couldn't have been long. It started when you walked in and it was over before you'd even started walking toward me." Leafkit hesitated at this point, shame crashing down on her as the lies were about to begin. It was clear her mother wanted this desperately; why did it have to start with a lie? "I-I did hear voices... I heard... I heard yours, and the preacher's, and you were all, um... Praying to StarClan to save you! All together, like one big voice. A-And... I saw-" Leafkit nearly faltered before recalling the name Foxtail had just brought up, "- Daisystar! She was the one that made me big, and let me squash the bad cats." Leafkit finished her warped retelling almost triumphantly, the only hint of her lack of confidence in her continuously wavering voice. Her bright green eyes seemed to bore into her mother's, desperate to be believed and approved of.
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