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Sparkly I think it would be much easier for Fireh if you could do it

♀ - - { Dovestorm } -- { Warrior } - -

A pure, snow-white she-cat, with amber eyes. Dovestorm is, in one word, obnoxious. She's lazy, hates to do work, hates getting dirty, very much a hypochondriac and a germophobe, and is very stuck-up and snobbish. She flat-out refuses to interact with any cat that she believes to be "Below her level", and firmly believes in "All cats are created equal, but some are more equal than others." She can and will throw a hissy fit if things don't go her way. Nobody in the Clan can work out how she passed her Warrior Assessment. She's Clanborn. She refuses to take nasty-tasting herbs.

- - { Roleplayed by Sparkly } - - 

I am sorry, i haven't checked my laptop lately so i didn't even think about Bookmarks.
Who were you, if I may ask?
If you ring a bell, by all means ^^

I was Silversoul:3. I had two characters named Athena and Shadow, I believe. I was not with you for very long because I got there when the forums where months away from closing and then I got really busy once you moved here.

I do remember you.
Honestly I wouldn't mind having you back. ^^
Tbh I thought I replied to this earlier fml

Thank you! I think I'll have different characters, though. I'll post the forms or my characters tomorrow if I have time!

♀️ - - { Duneclaw } -- { Warrior } - -

A sandy yellow she-cat with a white underbelly and green eyes. Duneclaw is very work-oriented and steadfast. She is a strong fighter but is often too impatient to be an effective hunter. She can be hotheaded and feisty, but she often doesn't mean harm: the most important thing to her is her clan and those she loves. Duneclaw was previously known as "Dunestrike", but she requested that it be changed to honor her late sister Ivoryclaw, who sadly died during a deadly plague of Greencough.

- - { Roleplayed by @shiba } - -


♀️ - - { Shadepaw } -- { Apprentice } - -

A small jet black she-cat with a splash of white across her chest, a white tail tip, white front paws, and green eyes. Shadepaw is shy and introverted. She doesn't talk very much and is rather skittish. Fighting is not her strong suit, for she is small and rather weak. However, she feels the most calm and collect when she's alone in the forest hunting. She often sneaks out of camp to be by herself because it's where she feels the most comfortable.

- - { Roleplayed by @shiba } - -


♂️ - - { Kestrelpaw } -- { Apprentice } - -

A dusty brown tabby tom with light amber eyes and a docked tail. Kestrelpaw is kind and generous, having an innate instinct to help others. He does not like fighting if he can find an alternative, and even sometimes feels a pang of guilt when he catches prey. He's been mocked before for being "weak" or "cowardly", giving him self-esteem issues. Because he is kindhearted, he is trustworthy, which is both his strength and his weakness. Kestrelpaw is bisexual.

- - { Roleplayed by @shiba } - -


♂️ - - { Robinstorm } -- { Warrior } - -

A muscular, long-haired dark ginger tom with a thick, bushy tail, white ear tips, white paws, and deep green eyes. Robinstorm is courageous and brash. He has the instincts of a leader and is highly protective of his clanmates, especially kits. Robinstorm once had a mate in his life; a beautiful white she-cat named Ivoryclaw, who would soon bear his kits. However, a devastating bout of Greencough swept the clan that Leafbare, and Ivoryclaw did not survive. Heartbroken, Robinstorm can now be overly protective and crass when trying to do what's best for the clan.

- - { Roleplayed by @shiba } - -

( I think I have an idea along the lines of; when he was but a newborn kit, he developed a parasitic infection on his tail. It would spread to the rest of his body if actions were not taken. Being so small with his body not fully developed yet, the medicine cat thought it would be best to remove the infected part of his tail before it caused more damage. He was a strong little kit, and the stump healed over after intensive medical care. )

I'm terribly sorry for not being active! The charger for my iPad broke, my brother had drained the iPad of battery, and I was really bust this week. Anyway, here are my last two characters!

“this thread has not been posted on in a month” haha wcf don’t tell me what to do
anyway here’s a lot of trashy children and like half of them are somewhere in The Darkleaf Discourse(TM) lmao
they’re all the same guys I mentioned making earlier except for the loner Lucky, who’s basically anything but his name

♀ - - { Brightwhisker } -- { Warrior } - -

A short, fluffy molly, very nonthreatening, with brilliant round yellow eyes. She has a round snout, not too pointed but not too short either, completely lacking in scars. She is quite plump, as she is a glutton; she has often been mistaken for a kittypet because of this along with her well-groomed coat. It is apparent that she isn’t as strong as many of her Clanmates, as she really doesn’t do much work.
Brightkit was born the joy of her parents- one was a well-known and deservingly well-respected warrior, the other one of the best hunters the Clan had seen in years (who had been in a long line of good hunters, too). One day as a kit, the camp was attached by rogues, and she was almost killed by a Maine Coon- she never got any lasting scars, but it terrified her, and from there on she she decided all Maine Coons were evil beasts with hearts of stone or no hearts at all. She was quickly apprenticed to a friend of her father’s, who often over-rewarded her and was blinded by the reputations of her parents, and she graduated rather quickly despite remembering only half of the battle moves she was taught and not being able to hunt very well. She was high up in Clan hierarchy, and she loved it- she slept long hours and guzzled down prey as if she were a cat twice her size, all without many realizing due to her respected parentage. And then came the fatal day when she heard Antlerheart’s plans to overthrow Clan hierarchy and the leader, starting from scratch- and she realized. Her luxurious Clan life was at stake here if Antlerheart suceeded. She didn’t care about any other cat- yet she knew she had to take him down. And so, the next day, she murdered him just out of camp, resting knowing her life was at peace. She blamed one of the Clan’s Maine Coons, Darkleaf for it, and got off scot-free, continuing her selfish life in AetherClan.

- - { Roleplayed by @redheartofriverclan  } - -



♂ - - { Sprucepaw } -- { StarClan Cat } - -

A large apprentice, at the age of about nine or ten moons, with a stripe of white running from his chin to his belly. He has dark brown mackerel tabby fur almost identical to his brother Tigertail’s, and bright green eyes. It is evident that if he hadn’t died, he would have eventually become a great warrior someday, like his brother Tigertail.
Sprucekit was born adventurous, often trying to escape camp at even the youngest age. He knew stories about all sorts of things- cats sent of StarClan and bizarre creatures called Twolegs and the stone monsters and of lands beyond AetherClan’s borders. He was very inquisitive about everything, the fire to his brother Tigerkit’s water. As an apprentice, nothing could stop him from escaping camp to adventure- he’d often be returned with scratches and wounds from being attacked by an AstraClan patrol or some wild animal. Tigerpaw often tried to stop him, worrying it would end up killing his brother; but somehow Sprucepaw always did anyway. But Tigerpaw was right- on one fateful day, Sprucepaw was off near the Twolegplaces, trying to get a good look at the Twolegs- when one of the monsters that Sprucepaw had once so lovingly described as a kit ran him over, splaying his insides out all over the road and killing him instantly. To this day, he watches over his brother from the stars, forever wracked with guilt that if he had listened he’d still be there to support Tigertail.

- - { Roleplayed by @redheartofriverclan  } - -


♀ - - { Gracklewing } -- { Elder } - -

A frail, thin black molly with small yellow eyes. Age does not seem to have been kind to her: a frosty trail of gray fur runs down her back and on her muzzle, she is weak in the legs, and even the birds that she was named after seem to be faring better than she. Gracklewing is one of the oldest cats in the Clan, and rarely leaves the elder’s den.
Grack, as she has been nicknamed by the rest of the Clan, was born almost before anybody can remember. She lived a happy kit and apprenticeship, no different than any other Clan member’s life. This all changed when she met Phoebe, a beautiful tortoiseshell molly kittypet who lived just out of Clan territory. With Phoebe, Gracklewing saw a world outside of the Clans she had always known- and sooner than not, the two fell in love. Gracklewing soon became rather disillusioned with AetherClan, and pined for the life of a kittypet, yet Phoebe became more and more interested in the Clan life. One day, Gracklewing begrudgingly agreed to let the wide-eyed Phoebe see the Clan territory, as they were beginning to approach old age- only for them to encounter a fox en route there. Gravklewing managed to chase off the beast, but not before it ripped Phoebe to shreds. To this day, Gracklewing seems I hate everything related to the Clan- she’d want to escape to being a kittypet one day, yes, but in her eyes it was the Clan that killed her mate Phoebe, and she could never forgive them.
- - { Roleplayed by @redheartofriverclan  } - -


♂ - - { Antlerheart } -- { Dark Forest Cat } - -

A very pale brown cinnamon mackerel tabby tom, rather thin, with olive green eyes. He is angular and tall, on the thin side, rather like the object he was named for. His claws and fangs are long and ivory-colored. He has a jagged scar on the front of his neck that seems to always be open and bleeding, the wound he was killed from. He can look somewhat intimidating on his own, but compared to the cats around him in the Dark Forest he seems like a kit.
Antlerheart was born in squalor, to a loner mother and a rogue father. He and his family were on Death’s doorstep when they came to the Clan, and he would have surely starved as a kit if that hadn’t taken him in on that cold wintry night. Because of this, Antlerheart wasn’t treated with the same respect as his Clanborn Clanmates, which tortured his being. He wanted to be in a society were all were equal regardless of the stars and of birth status- and so he plotted to kill the leader and overthrow the life of the Clan to make his dream become reality. But of course another cat found out- Brightwhisker, the epitome of everything Antlerheart stood against- and not long after she murdered him, sending Antlerheart to the Dark Forest. It was here that Antlerheart regretted what he had became in life, and realized how bad he had became. Watching from his new residence, he saw Darkleaf get exiled for Brightwhisker’s murder- and that was when Antlerheart realized that he had only contributed to the problem. He and Darkleaf were the same story, only he was guilty where Darkleaf was innocent. Now, he wants to let the claws of justice take Brightwhisker and save Darkleaf- but as he is now a Dark Forest cat, nobody will listen to what he has to say, and he has to do it before his fellow Dark Forest residents kill him or he becomes just as corrupted as they are.

- - { Roleplayed by @redheartofriverclan  } - -


♀ - - { Wrenpaw } -- { Apprentice } - -

Wrenpaw is exactly what you’d think she’d look like by her name. A slender brown ticked tabby molly with white around her eyes , muzzle, and a diamond-shaped spot on her chest, with her only scar being a barely noticeable white streak across her back right leg. She seems to be of Abyssinian descent like her deceased mother was, judging by the looks of her, but she has some of her father Antlerheart’s mannerisms as well, such as the way she puffs out her chest or bends her head down when walking.
Wrenpaw was born in the last few months of her father’s life. Her mother died when Wrenpaw was very young, and Wrenpaw never seemed to be particularly close to her, it was with her father that the young molly really felt a bond to. She was two moons from apprenticeship when he was killed, and to this day she harbors an extreme resentment for the mysterious at that killed her father only known as Darkleaf- she has said many times that if she met Darkleaf she would kill him instantly, and given her attitude she would probably try to do so if she ever met him. Wrenpaw is extremely ambitious (like her father was, although she doesn’t know his extents) and very competitive, which gets on the other apprentices’ nerves. She constantly wants to beat them in races or hunting contests, and it is this need to succeed that guides her through her life. Perhaps it stems from her father’s beginnings, perhaps it is just her, but whatever it is it is the most dominating part of her personality.

- - { Roleplayed by @ your username here } - -


♀ - - { Viceroy } -- { Dark Forest Cat } - -

Viceroy is one of the oldest cats in the Dark Forest, and it shows. Compared to the others, her dark outline is barely visible, and could go unnoticed if not for her blazing yellow eyes. It’s evident she was once a tortoiseshell, and a pretty one at that; but her beauty is marred by the open wounds crisscrossing her belly- the ones that sent her off to this place of no stars. She has long, precise teeth and short but very sharp white claws. She doesn’t speak much, but when she does, she tends to make a presence- perhaps to make up for her barely visible self.
What exactly happened with her was unknown. The story remains rather vague to this day. Her warrior name has been forgotten to almost everyone- she is the only one that knows, and even then she won’t reveal it- but it was known she once held high power within AetherClan, and was exiled for a crime she had never committed. It was then that she got her new name, Viceroy, and led a massive attack on AetherClan for ever wronging her. Armed with other former Clanmates and many easily-bribed rogues (and many underage kits, all of which were slaughtered quickly), she went into camp and fought like the almighty mountain lion, not afraid of anything. She died laughing as her belly was sliced open and her organs were torn- for she knew. She knew that if there was a StarClan, there must be its shadow. And that was where she would reside, in the darkness, forever waiting for her chance. And so she went to the Dark Forest, her back forever turned on the world of the Clan.

- - { Roleplayed by @redheartofriverclan  } - -


♂ - - { Linsky } -- { Kittypet } - -

A rather dashing young medium-furred tom with bright yellow eyes. He is rather tall, but not big per se, looking somewhat like an elegant black swan. Around his neck sits a shiny bright red jingle collar. It is obvious he takes very good care of himself, as his fur is always silky and neat, and his claws are always sharp. He speaks with a refined accent, and carries himself haughtily.
Linsky is rather self-assured, perhaps too much at times. He spends most of his time outside of his Twoleg nest on various adventures and misadventures- he does enjoy Twoleg company, yes, but it gets awfully boring compared to life patrolling around. Linsky knows of the Clan cats, but treats them as a Twoleg would treat a strange animal at the zoo: subhuman, weird, yet oddly endearing. Linsky does, however, think they are rather uncivilized- he’d recoil at the mere thought of living outside all the time and living solely off of mice. Nevertheless, Linsky will always make conversation with one when he sees them, although his nature at marveling at their “prehistoric” ways often gets on their nerves. Surprisingly, Linsky can put up quite the fight if he needs to.

- - { Roleplayed by @redheartofriverclan  } - -

♂ - - { Lucky } -- { Loner, former kittypet } - -

Whoever named Lucky seems to have had a sick sense of humor by the looks of him. The tom seems to barely be holding himself together- scars adorn his brown mackerel tabby flanks like pebbles in the riverbed, one of his hind legs is missing and the other has a slight limp, and he only has one nervous chartreuse eye remaining in his head. His ears seem to have crumpled inwards by mites, and fleas bite at his skin left and right. He seems to be a pitiful excuse for a cat, and is often left alone by others because of this.
Lucky was born feral. Back then, his name was Buckthorn for his brown tabby fur. Lucky doesn’t remember much of those days- he can barely recall his siblings’ names. It was when the Twolegs found him that they renamed him Lucky. At first, Lucky lived in good health with an old female Twoleg- she was rather clueless at times, and not very bright, but she gave Lucky more love than anyone else ever had, and Lucky had wished he could live with her forever. Sadly, his wishes didn’t come true, and she died alone with only Lucky as company. Lucky then was given to the old Twoleg’s son- and her son was much different. He lived in a trailer, with the scent of alcohol and smoke making it hard to breathe, with clothing strewn about and dirt and grime in every corner. His new owner had sudden violent fits of anger, and he always directed it on the cat- Lucky was constantly being beaten and thrown, terrifying the cat into trauma. Lucky tried to escape one day, only to be run over by a car- and there he was in the trailer once again, now missing a leg, even worse off than he was before. Then there was the fateful day in which the Twoleg drove off, and never came back- the other cats in the other trailers surrounding him spoke in hushed tones about a terrible car crash of some sort- and so Lucky ran, far and wide, with his limp in one leg and the stump where another should be next to it, just to the borders of AetherClan, to start a new life of sorts. However, he knows it isn’t likely, and is in constant fear of near everything from his experiences.

- - { Roleplayed by @redheartofriverclan  } - -

I am heavily considering whether or not I should remake the coding here too...........
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I should probably make a post here
accepted~

they're accepted! Kestrel is replacing Owl right?