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Post by darkyy on Sept 8, 2017 13:20:25 GMT -5
Fawnpaw || She-cat || 10 Moons || Apprentice
➣ 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
Crowcall || Tom || 24 Moons || Warrior
➣ 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
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Post by nem on Sept 8, 2017 23:54:35 GMT -5
Fawnpaw || She-cat || 10 Moons || Apprentice ➣ 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 Crowcall || Tom || 24 Moons || Warrior ➣ 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 Sorry for being late. I don't see anything wrong with either of your forms. Also, Crowcall is going to need a mate, so expect him to be assigned to someone soon. |
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 10, 2017 23:25:35 GMT -5
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.
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)
Spottedlight || She-cat || 29 moons
➣ Spottedlight is a very small, long-bodied golden-brown she-cat with unusual rosette spots (like a Bengal cat) and large, round yellow eyes. Her muzzle, lower legs, and belly are all slightly paler in color, but not quite white, and her ears are unusually large. Her features are well-formed and delicate, and she has a rather sweet and innocent appearance, in addition to being a fairly pretty she-cat. The backs of her ears, as well as her tail-tip and paws, are black, and she has very distinct tabby markings on her face, especially her cheeks. Despite her small stature, she is built fairly solid, and would have been a good hunter if she hadn't taken the path of a preacher. Now, her muscles are soft and her pelt sleek and unmarked by scars; she looks almost more like a kittypet than a Clan cat.
➣ Spottedlight appears to be almost the perfect preacher: wise, kind, forgiving, merciful, and understanding. She is pious, humbly serving StarClan and the gods with every breath she has, and doing all she can to guide her Clanmates with their word. Of course, at times she must be harsh and strict, especially when cats bend to StarClan's law, but it is always for the greater good of the cats and the Clan. At least, this is the facade that she puts on to keep her power- whether or not she actually exhibits any of these traits is less certain. She is not an evil cat, per se, bearing no malice towards her Clanmates; however, she is selfish. She does what she must do to keep her power and her image, even if that means living a fake life every day, manipulating her Clanmates and, if necessary, using them to further her own agenda. She bears a lot of guilt for her actions but she justifies it in her own mind; after all, she does so much good as a preacher. What are a few sacrifices here and there for the greater good? Despite not having been born with the divinity, Spottedlight truly does try to fulfill her role as a preacher by guiding her Clanmates, and doing her best to help the others interpret their own dreams and omens. In the back of her mind, she carries the hope that if she just does good enough, perhaps the gods will see fit to make her a true preacher.
➣Spottedlight was born one of three kits to a young queen, but all three in the litter were small and weak. Dovekit died very soon after birth- only a few days- and Pinekit died when he was less than a moon old. Spottedkit was the only one to survive, and thus her mother believed with all of her heart that she was special. This was something Spottedkit was told every day after her brother had died: she was special, StarClan had chosen her, she was destined for great things. At two moons old, the seizures started. She managed to keep two a secret, afraid of what they might mean. It would make her an undesirable- she couldn't hunt or fight if she might have a seizure at any moment, and certainly that would make her unfit to be a queen. Another kit witnessed the third seizure, and ran to tell Spottedkit's mother. Spottedkit remembered the stories of preachers and their visions, and the knowledge that she was destined for great things, so she told her mother that Redstar had come and told her that she had been chosen. Somehow, the vision was believable enough that she was not immediately flagged as a liar, and over the next few moons she suffered a few more seizures, each of which she was able to pass off as a vision. She quickly learned that all one needed to make a vision believable was to throw out the name of a god or two, make it vague enough to apply to practically any kind of conflict, and occasionally throw in an ambiguous omen or "prophecy" in there for good measure. At six moons old, she was chosen to become a preacher's apprentice- something she had never truly desired, but which she now realized was her only way out. She had to keep up the act. And that's exactly what she's done ever since.
Relationships || Mother ?; littermates Dovekit and Pinekit (both deceased). || Other
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