Post by ѕρσσкуѕку on Sept 20, 2016 2:06:12 GMT -5
♂ - - { Cinderspark } -- { Deputy } - -
Cinderspark is a fully matured Norwegian Forest Cat who carries all of the traits of his magnificent breed: Big body, bushy tail, almond shaped light blue eyes and triangular face. Most cats could describe his appearance as intimidating, referring to his giant body, broad shoulders and wide, large paws, hardened for trekking through his mountain home. He has an insulated, semi-long, waterproof double coat that was designed to withstand the harsh climates of his breed's origin. Cinderspark’s pelt has deep grey overtones which covers his spine all the way to his tail tip, and streak down his fur into thin stripes, meeting the softer grey color undertones. The lighter grey combines and fades into white which covers his underbelly, neck and muzzle areas. Cinderspark is a courageous tom with a short temper who uses his powerful strength to defend this clan at all costs. During dangerous situations, he is usually the one to initiate and act first, protecting his clanmates as fast as he can before they have a chance to put themselves in danger. Though he is brave, it is sometimes to the point of reckless, often putting himself in imminent danger to help another clan mate. He believes strongly that every warrior should practice honor, courtesy, justice, and have a readiness to help the weak at all times. Having a short temper, he becomes angry quickly, and loses his head when he is thrown into a rage. Ever since he lost his former mate, Sweetstory, and became deputy, Cinderspark has become distant from his kits, Quietpaw and Softpaw, despite his fatherly love toward them. He uses his deputy ship as an excuse to stay away from them, saying he has too much work to do or is too busy to talk to them. The true reason for him acting so strange is because he does not know how to handle grief properly. Instead of expressing his feeling of loss, he keeps the grief to himself, and fears that if he approaches his kits, they will want to talk about their mother. They will want him to help them process her death, which is something he simply cannot face head on.
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♀ - - { Leopardfrost } -- { Warrior } - -
Leopardfrost is a slim built Bengal Cat with a caramel brown pelt, large black leopard spots on her back and sides, and black stripes elsewhere. Her belly fur, muzzle and tail tip are a lighter brown than the rest of her body. Her eyes are golden, with flecks of orange near her iris. Leopardfrost is an intellectual genius, constantly developing strategies and ideas for her clan to use, usually granting them success in the long run. It is easy for her complex thoughts to drift away from the present world and bury themselves in the depths of her mind, making her hard to snap out of a daydream or thought process. She is always up for a puzzle or learning a new trick, and doesn’t hesitate to show off her knowledge to another cat. She is an observer, rather than a socializer, watching the cats around her as test subjects that she can learn from, or bestow wisdom upon. When it comes to battle, she uses her wit to confuse, trick and frustrate her enemies, calculating their habits, patterns and movements in battle, learning their weakness usually rather quickly. Her intelligence is also her very downfall, for she may over think simple tasks, be too proud, or drive friends away by acting self centered. She often looks down upon other cats when speaking to them, assuming that they are nowhere near her intelligence levels and therefore treating them as such. Cats with fiery egos will most likely become angered when conversing with her for this reason. It is difficult for her to escape her own mind and realize that other cats at her intellectual level do exist, if only she would open her eyes enough to discover it. She is also brutally honest with her clanmates, often not having empathy for them or understanding that some things are better left unsaid.
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♀ - - { Fawnleap } -- { Warrior } - -
With a soft, light brown pelt dappled with white dots, there was no question what Fawnleap would be named after. Her fur is short and naturally silky, while her eyes shine the color of green emeralds. Fawnleap has delicate paws, a long, thin tail and a gentle face. Her build is that of a average, fit warrior, with longer legs, giving her the suffix 'leap', since her long legs make it easy for her to leap farther than the average cat. Smiling is a hobby of hers, which she perfects by keeping her teeth white and freshly scrubbed with mint she harvests from the bright meadow, making sure that every cat she smiles at instantly smiles back at her. Being an extremely kind-hearted she-cat, she always has something positive to say to any cat feeling down. She compliments her clanmates everyday because she truly appreciates the natural beauty of the world, and has a warm air about her that just makes her a pleasant cat to be around. She prefers to fight with calm words rather than claws and becomes very determined once she has her mind set on a goal, often becoming deeply upset if her goal is not achieved. Though she believes other cats are incredibly amazing in every way, she has a troubling image of herself, not acknowledging her own self worth and doubting her skills as a warrior constantly. Being extremely emphatic, she is affected by others emotions deeply, causing her to feel the emotions of other cats without being able to control it. She always listens to other cat's problems and becomes so wrapped up in their feelings that she often forgets about her own life issues. She cares so much for other cats that she doesn't take care of her own self needs, simply not caring about her own well-being. She isn't even sure any emotion she feels is real, all of her feelings seem to be everyone else's now.
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♂ - - { Muddywater } -- { Warrior } - -
Muddywater is a long legged, lanky built tom cat covered in sleek, snow white fur that is adorned with uneven sepia brown splotches, appearing as if his coat was splashed with mud. His front legs are entirely white, save for a few stray brown specks near the top of his legs. Vibrant ginger patches weave throughout the brown markings on his tail, ears and back legs, an inheritance from his tortoiseshell mother. His eyes are a shocking vibrant yellow, with small orange flecks spread throughout. Muddywater was almost given the prefix 'Mask' due to having a deep brown, almost black, facial marking that resembles a mask. The 'mask' runs from the right side of his head, across his eyes, and halts on the left side of his head, giving the illusion that the tom is blind folded when his eyes are closed. It's almost a shame that his parents decided to give him the name 'Muddy' instead, because everyday, Muddywater puts on a mask, an emotional one. This emotional mask hides his internal conflict, the constant fight against insanity. His affable exterior personality differs greatly from the darkness attempting to consume his mind daily, the darkness that he so desperately wants to give into. Lately, the shadows of his mind have been growing stronger, feeding off of his hidden stress and daily anxiety. Every time a cat confesses something troubling to him, he inches closer to losing his mind and losing himself. It's all becoming too much to handle. But he fights to remain sane, he fights because he knows his loved ones need him desperately. The littermate of Darkspeck and Cardinalsong, their mother died during their kitting and their father fled from the clan shortly after out of madness, leaving the three orphans to look after one another. Due to his father betraying their family and leaving, Muddywater has developed trust issues and only seems to truly trust cats who have been with him since the beginning. Muddywater has become the rock of the family, a solid pillar that his siblings can depend on and vent to when life presents challenges. He is considered to be level headed in stressful situations and has a way with calming other cats, convincing them that it's going to be alright whether it actually is or not. Although he keeps mostly to himself and his close circle of friends, when interacting with others he is charming, humorous and considerate, speaking with respectful words. He can often be found observing other cats from afar, for he has a strange fascination with how cats react to shocking or scary situations, taking notes and storing them inside his mess of a head. Without a particularly strong build, Muddywater does not excel at hunting nor fighting. If he had to pick his favorite, he would pick hunting, because he loves the feeling of sneaking up on an unsuspecting target. He often receives ridicule from the dark part of his mind concerning his skills, but he is trying desperately to shut it out, fretful that soon this wave of darkness will stop playing nice and steal his mind away from him for good.
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♂ - - { Sandpebble } -- { Warrior } - -
Sandpebble is a transgender, short yet muscular Fawn Abyssinian tom, with crystal clear blue eyes. Born as a biological female, Sandpebble has the small build of a typical she-cat, and a gentle facial complexion, both of which he disdains, for the record. To make up for his short body, this tom has worked tirelessly to strengthen his muscles, causing this warrior to pack quite the punch in battle. His short furred pelt is a light, sandy brown and his muzzle and tail tip are dashed with white. Sandpebble is an independent thrill seeker, rarely accepting help from his clanmates due his fierce pride and leaping into situations that cause a rush of adrenaline to flow through his veins no matter how dangerous the situation could be. Showing off his skills to other cats is one of his favorite things, because it means he is proving his worth to them, and that is something he strives to do: Prove he is worth something. To prove that he is more than just transgender. Upon discovering that he was transgender, Sandpebble adapted a number of personality traits which he considers to be 'manly'. Flirtatious, prideful and aggressive are a few of the ones he demonstrates daily, constantly trying to convince the cats around him that he is truly a male, despite what his biology says. Sandpebble's true personality is something he hides away, as if it is just a bad reminder of his 'other' self. That kind-hearted, empathic, loving version of Sandpebble has vanished, for he believes that he is none of those things anymore. He is rough and tough and he doesn't want to be reminded that he was ever something other than that. Sandpebble suffers from gender dysphoria, a constant reminder that his body betrays him with the wrong body parts. This causes him great anxiety when thinking into the future about possibly starting a family, and the topic of kits in general usually sends him into a fit of rage. An annoyance in his life is his older brother, Slatetail. Slatetail is deeply protective over Sandpebble, too protective for Sandpebble's liking. This blue eyed tom does not appreciate help or protection from others, believing he can take care of himself just fine without anyone else. This causes friction between the two brothers, but at the end of the day, Sandpebble loves his brother even though he constantly annoys him. That is family love right there. Sandpebble considers himself to be pansexual, yet has a preference for males.
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♂ - - { Quietpaw } -- { Apprentice } - -
Quietpaw is a small set brown tabby tom with large darker brown stripes and delicate bright white paws. His belly fur, tail tip and muzzle are also dashed with white. His stunning amber eyes are usually hidden by a ruffled tuft of fur that seems to be on a never ending mission to cover up the top of his shy eyes. His paws are extremely fluffy and silky, muffling any sound to the point of unnoticeable, making it so that no noise is heard or made. Along with his fluffy paws, he possesses a large, bushy tail inherited from his father. Another reason his paws are adapted to walking softly, is due to a disability that has held him back his entire life: He has no claws. This disability has had a huge effect on his personality, turning a tom with a enormously sweet, kind heart, into a jumpy, shy, closed cat who rarely talks to his clanmates unless he has to, only feeling comfortable around a few choice cats. Simple conversation causes his heart to pound and his fur to prickle uneasily, a constant reminder that he is not socially adept, like his sister. Although he tries daily to improve his social skills, whenever he makes progress he remembers that getting close to any cat means they could discover that he doesn’t have any claws, and he can’t let that happen. The thought of his clan knowing his secret causes him anxiety to the point of a panic attack, which is why it is something he has decided to keep to himself. Only cats who need to know, will know. Due to having no claws and being small, he has had to develop hunting and battle tactics that utilize his teeth and swiftness. Although he doesn’t share these tactics with many cats, he is quite proud that he and his mentor came up with them. Using them fills him with a sense of uniqueness, since no other cat in the clan has to use them. Quietpaw is not an angry tom, but there is one cat that brings out his fierce, hidden anger: Cinderspark. His whole life, his father has been telling him who he needs to be and what he needs to do, without once considering what Quietpaw wants to do in life. His father seems to be convinced that since he has no claws, he isn’t fit to be a warrior, he has to become a medicine cat. Quietpaw is angry that his father doesn’t seem to have faith in him, and seems to care more about his apprentice, Lionpaw, then his own kits. Not to mention Cinderspark doesn’t seem to be speaking to them since the death of Sweetstory, which is hard enough for Quietpaw to process on his own. Having a father to help him through the life of a clan cat would be a dream come true for him, since having a mother is a dream that can no longer come true.
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♀ - - { Softpaw } -- { Apprentice } - -
Softpaw is a tiny, feeble she-cat with dazzling lilac eyes and short cream and orange fur. Her entire body is covered in a lush cream color, with faint orange accents on her flanks, tail, paws, ears and face. Below her eyes are two orange patches which collide in the middle of her face, hugging the top sides of her eyes and streaming upwards, creating a flame like pattern of orange streaks reaching upwards on her forehead. Though Softpaw has been held back in life due to her lack of strength and size, there is no doubt in any cat’s mind that she is not hard-working, trying her best everyday to improve herself. She does not mind waiting for her turn to shine, for her patience is one of her most valuable traits. She is friendly to her clanmates, always leading a helpful paw, loyal to a fault, and always honest with herself and others. She is easy to trust other cats, even if they might be enemies, putting herself in danger without even knowing it. Constantly she is the laughing stock of other cats, her trusting and gullible attributes making it easy to take hold over her. The death of her mother, Sweetstory, has become a tender subject for the apprentice, since she was very close to her mother before her death. With little life experience, Softpaw is unsure how to make tough decisions and desperately wishes for a older guardian to lend her a helping paw. She often looks to her father, Cinderspark, for help, but her cry for help is almost always answered with a “Not now, Softpaw. Maybe later.” There is never a later. The kind-hearted she-cat has began to assume that Cinderspark doesn’t want anything to do with her or her brother, causing the two littermates to stick close together. Sometimes, she feels like Quietpaw is her only family left, even though her father is a few, painful fox lengths away.
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♀ - - { Ivorypaw } -- { Apprentice } - -
Ivorypaw is a muscular built she-cat with short, tabby light grey fur and an abnormally short tail. Dancing across her pelt are black stripes, which are accompanied by black spots throughout. Under both of her eyes rest three black spots, making her gaze intimidating, which is finished off with sharp evergreen eyes. Due to her powerful strength, Ivorypaw has always been skilled in tackling her denmates and winning in training sessions. Yet her shot tail and larger size cause some issues with her balance, making her attacks clumsy and slow. She could easily knock a smaller cat off their paws with her staggering blows if she is able to hit them, yet facing nimble opponents may cause Ivorypaw some serious problems. Ivorypaw is fiercely competitive with other cats her age, and will often put herself or another cat in danger to prove her strength. Along with her internal need to be the best, Ivorypaw has deep pride and ambition. She dreams of running the clan one day with a booming, commanding voice, declaring vast territories her own and leaping into battle with her loyal warriors by her side. When her pride is broken, or even slightly harmed, the she-cat is sent into a rage, a huge temper tantrum and she becomes unpredictable. Ivorypaw has a short-temper and becomes angry when she does not understand something, which is quite often. Although she has brute strength, she lacks great intelligence, which often causes her to have fits of confusion or frustration. One of her greatest fears is being banished from the clan, or being sent on a patrol by herself, because although her exterior is tough, this green eyed she-cat depends on the support of her clan. She needs other cats surrounding her to feel comfortable and confident, causing her to stick close to her family.
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♀ - - { Sweetstory } -- { StarClan } - -
Sweetstory is a soft furred, cream colored she-cat with lilac eyes and orange paws. Her muzzle and right ear are also dashed with orange. Sweetstory is affected by a physical illness called Dwarfism, which causes her entire body to be abnormally small. Given her small body build, Sweetstory has learned to cope with her size, by creating new versions of battle moves that work well for her and allow her to use her speed more than brute strength. Having the prefix "Sweet" gives most cats the impression that Sweetstory is a kind worded, gentle soul, when in reality, years of torment have hardened her heart. She is stubborn when it comes to what she wants, and is not afraid to snap at any cat to get her way. Since most cats treat her differently because of her illness, she automatically assumes that every cat will either treat her like a kit, or tease her, neither of which she enjoys. Therefore she is grumpy toward the majority of her clanmates, and is a hard cat to become friends with. Although on rare occasions, with few cats, a caring, motherly side of her comes out. She only treats her own kits and Cinderspark this way. She was killed by a mountain lion during the battle to chase the mountain lions out of AetherClan territory. Ex-mate to CInderspark, Mother to Quietpaw and Softpaw.
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♂ - - { Owltalon } -- { StarClan } - -
Owltalon has light brown fur with black splotches and white chest fur. His eyes are green. Owltalon is a fairly strong tom cat who uses his strength in battle more than his speed. Owltalon has a talent for comedy and uses this talent to brighten up his clanmates day whenever he gets the chance. This green eyed tom is slightly socially awkward when it comes to conversations with his clanmates. He developed a stutter at a young age and it never seemed to go away, worrying his family and medicine cat. Although it makes him uncomfortable to socialize, his sister always tries to encourage him to make friends, hoping that one day he may stumble upon a mate. Owltalon has a bad habit of blurting out whatever is on his mind when he runs out of things to say, which can result in some very uncomfortable situations with other cats.
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♂ - - { Finchcall } -- { StarClan (Formerly Medicine Cat) } - -
Finchcall is a medium sized orange tabby tom with green eyes. Finchcall knew he wanted to become a medicine cat the second he stepped into the medicine cat's den; The smells of the various herbs captivated him. He knew that instant that he never wanted to be anything else. Finchcall treats his clanmates with respect and care, making sure to treat the most wounded cat first every time this clan came to him with wounds. Although Finchcall has memorized every herb he uses to treat his clanmates, when ever the cats around him panic, he starts panicking. During his panic attacks, he will forget the names of herbs, speak in hard to understand sentences and over react to injuries. Finchcall also has a strong connection with StarClan, and sometimes can be seen speaking up to the sky.
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