Ivythorn's and Fawnstep's "CREATE A CAT" den!!

Hello! Welcome to Ivythorns and Fawnsteps "Create a cat" den. Here is where we can create an oc for you, and place them in one of the many tribes we have created!

To create you're tribe cat, simply give us a cat name, and then the name of one of the various tribes we have created. Please look through the list of tribes bellow to find the one you would like your cat to belong too.

To create you're Clan cat, give us two numbers between 1 and 214, and then 1 and 107. Then name one of the clans we have created! Please look through the list of clans bellow to find the one you would like your cat to belong too.

Extra Information:

-You can create as many cats as you'd like! You can even specify if you want us to create a mate, or kittens for you're cats.
Please have patience however, as there are only two people working on this!

-If you would like to help out with our cat generator, please PM either me or Fawn, and we can make arangements! We would love if anyone could help us!

-You can use the cats we create for you in any way you'd like!

-We are thinking of created an RP were users can play as the cats we created for them, and using the tribes and clans we have used here. If anyone is interested in that, please comment bellow! 


TRIBES FOR YOUR CAT



Tribe of Wingless Hawks

A tribe of cats that lives in the mountains above the dessert. They are a strange, odd group, but kind. They keep to themselves, taking down the buzzards and hawks that live in their dry, snowless ridges and mountains. Getting enough water can be an issue, but they have dug three, huge holes in the hard dirt near the bottom of their territory, where they can drink and meet together. 3 lakes is a very important landmark for the clan. They are a much more spread out, soliary clan than normal. There is a main area where most of the members live, but the small caves that spread across it only have room for a group of 5-6 cats. The groups that live in each cave are closer to each other than other members, and they call these groups your "Phalanx". The cats of the Tribe of wingless hawks are slight, fast cats, usually redish, grey or brown in hue to hide among their mountains. They do not divide themselves into two groups like classic tribe cats, instead the members of each "Phalanx" hunting and fighting together. They use traditional tribe names.


Cat we have created for this tribe:

None at the moment.



Tribe of Scorching Sands.

The tribe of Scorching Sands are a tribe near the Tribe of Wingless Hawks. They are a warlike, terrible tribe that lives in the sands, feasting on lizards and rabbits, and attacking any cat that comes into their large territory. They have about 100-150 members at the moment. The she cats of this tribe are forced into hunting and fighting, and also having as many kits as they can for their tribe. All cats of this Tribe have a wicked pride in their sadistic clan, and are happy to fight, have kits, and hunt for it. This has made them the most powerful tribes to ever live in this dessert. Mentors are carefully selected, and usually take 3-5 apprentices under their wing. The weakest apprentices are usually killed or kicked out, since only the strong can survive in this Tribe, and their kits would be weak. The strongest apprentice in each training group in called the "Distinguished" and are held in high regard among the clan. Tribe of Scorching Sand cats are strong, fast cats, with the average of their large populations sporting golden, brown, or red coat color's. They do not divide themselves into two groups like classic tribe cats, but they use traditional tribe names.


Cat we have created for this tribe:





CLANS FOR YOUR CAT


Fishclan

Leader: Perchstar

Fishclan is a group of cats near Wolfclan that live near a River. They are a peaceful, happy clan, the peacemakers among the clans. They swim as well as fish, and love the water. Their camp is right by the river, and is very well protected, helping the peace loving Fishclan. There are few tree's in their territory, and it is smaller than that of the other clans, but the river has many things to hunt. They do not only eat fish, a large percent of their diet are animals like otters and ducks.. This tribe is welcoming to strangers, but if you do fight them they will not hesitate to fight back. Just because they are a small, peace loving clan doesn't mean they will be peaceful in battle. They are slimly built cats, with short fur that doesn't slow them down in the water. They have traditional Clan names, and worship Starclan.



Cats we have created for this clan:

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Firesplash
Firesplash is a playful, ginger and white she cat. She was born into the Tribe of Scorching winds, a tribe of cats in the dessert, as part of a litter of 7 kits. Fire that danced and pounced (Fire) was the smallest of her siblings, and did everything that she could to get her clan to notice her. Many kits were born in that clan, but not many survived. The leader encouraged she cats to have as many kits as they could, so the clan could survive in the barren, hot place they called there home. Since there were so many kits in the clan, Fire and three other cats were put under one mentor. In order to learn, you had to be the mentors favourite, expessialy with the corrupt, terrible mentor she was given. Still, she rose to the top of her group of apprentices. Her life in her clan was good, as she was a fierce, terrible cat that didn’t care about anyone else. She killed cats, river clancats and even cats in her clan that got in her way. Her bloodthirsty mother was very proud of her.
Once when Fire was out hunting, she chased a hare into into a twoleg trap, and was found in there, kicks all over her body, and a dead rabbit at her paws. Still, the rabbits powerful kick had badly hurt her, and when the two legs found her she was near death.
The two legs brought her to a shelter, where she was brought back to health. Still, the rabbits kick had injured her brain. All she remembered was the basic necessities of survival, and her name. Fire. Fire was adopted by a kindly family, but she knew that she was a wild cat, deep in her bones. She managed to join a clan of cats by the river. She had no idea how to swim, but the now kind, optimistic cat learned from Otterhunt, the tom who taught her to be kind and happy and content. She now lives happily with the clan of cats by the river, and was named Firesplash. She has no memory of the awefull cat she was before she lost her memory. Hopefully for her, no cats from her past find her to rekindle her memory.
Belongs to: Wolfsong

Otterhunt
Otterhunt is the mate of Firesplash, and was born in Fishclan. He's a kind, goofy cat, and the perfect match for Firseplash. He taught her how to hunt and be a valuable member of Fishclan
Belongs to: Wolfsong

Quailclan:

Leader: Whitestar

Quailclan lives in a sparse forest that is mostly long grass. They hunt ground birds and rabbits in their territory, and their camp in a circle of birch tree’s protected by brambles. They are generally a quite clan. Their motto seems to be “If you don’t bother me, I won’t bother you” When you do get in trouble with Quailclan, however, they will not hesitate to use sneaky, unhonorable ways to get back at you. They have less members than some of the other tribes, but more than make up for it. As for their build, they a small compared to the other clans, but fit and strong. They have traditional Clan names, and worship Starclan.

Cats we have created for this clan:

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Elmrain
Elmrain is a tabby tortie with a mostly grey pelt. She had many siblings as a kit, but most of them died, when she was young, and only her and her brother Greypaw. Elmpaw was a devoted, loyal apprentice that was a great addition to her clan. Her brother was a good apprentice too. They became warrior together. Elmrain loved her family and her clan, and was determined to become deputy. Her brother was much less focussed once her became a warrior. In the battle between Elmrains clan and and Oakclan, he switched sides in the middle of the battle, attacking his classmates and Elmrain. He had a mate in the rival clan, a beautiful lithe ginger she cat.

Elmrain forced herself to forgot about her brother, and continued being loyal to her clan. She became mates with a Tom in her clan, and was ready to have kits when her brother came to her, with two kits in his mouth.

He told her that his mates had died in a battle, and he wanted his kits to be raised in Quailclan. He had stolen his mates kits, wanting them to be raised with Elmrain. Elmrain was about to say no, but her brother disappeared before she could speak. She never saw him again.

She had 3 kits of her own, and blended her brothers kits with hers. They were bigger than her kits, but no one noticed, she was lucky enough that they were close in age. Her brothers kits had been named Cederkit and Mosskit, and she named her own kits Flowerkit and Gorsekit, and Pheasantkit. She showed both her kits equal love, and never told her mate about how half of their kits wern’t their own.
Her brothers mate's sister came to her once, demanding that she have her kits back, and if she didn’t give them back, she would tell all the clans that they were half clan, and didn’t belong to her. No one ever saw that cat again, just like Elmrains brother. Cederkit and Moss kit didn’t technically have any parents anymore, but they think Elmrain is their mother, and she is determined to keep it that way.
Belongs to: Stonekeeper

Owlclan:

Leader: Oakstar

Owlclan is a proud, strong clan, that lives in the deep forest near Wolfclan. They maintain there are only 4 main clans, viewing Wolfclan with contempt because of their strange ways. Quailclan used to be part of them, but Quailspots, a Owlclan warrior, took one quarter of their warriors and a quarter of the territory. Owlclan is much larger than the other clans, and knows if. Their warriors are proud and fierce. They think of themselves as the “Good guys” but often times they are warlike and are the ones causing the problems. They are much less accepting that other clans, and mostly stay in their territory, in the dark dense tree’s. Their camp is a glade deep in the middle of the territory, and is huge. Oakclan is so large that they really should have more than one leader, but Oakstar rules over all the cats, this half mad cat inspiring his warriors and expanding their territory. Owlclan cats are strongly built, with strong hind legs for jumping into the tree’s. The often hunt at night, and find that the darkness is their friend. Because of this, most cats in the clan have dark coats, but Oakstars mate and his kits are all white of fur. They have traditional Clan names, and worship Starclan.

Cats we have created for this clan:

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Ivorypelt
Ivorypelt is the serious, no nonsense daughter of Oakstar. She was sent to Hawkclan as a spy, and thanks to her efferts Owlclan beat the Hawkclan cats down to nearly nothing. She had Pikedapples kits after the battle, but quickly gave them to him for Hawkclan to raise, telling her clan she lost the kits. Whitekit, Marshkit, and Treekit have no idea who there mother is.
Belongs to: Wolfsong

Amberdawn
Amberdawn is a small delicate white tom with large amber eyes. He was a tom of Owlclan, and was proud of his heritage as a pure, clan born cat. In the battle between Owlclan and Hawkclan, and the vicious battles that followed them, Amberdawn, a newly made warrior struggled. He was not a good fighter, or a paticulaily good hunter. He was the son of the leader of Oakclan. Still, he was not getting enough food in his clan, so he snuck out to eat some kitypet food, but was captured by the two legs, kicked around, and then thrown into the animal shelter. It was a traumatizing experience for Amberdawn, who was as pristine as his white coat, and found it hard to live enough the rough loners and hard cats that ended up there. It was a feral cat animal shelter, and Amberdawn would have died if he hadn’t escaped. Amberdawn was far away from his home. He was a curious Tom, and loved exploring the different groups and gangs of cats that prowled the city. He made it to some wildlands outside of the town. It quickly turned into a desert and Ambermoon often got sunburned with his abnormally pale fur. He pressed on, letting the stars guide him in the general direction of Owlclan.  

When he was venturing across the dessert, near death from not being able to find any prey, he cam across a cat. A strange, dark grey tabby caught the rabbit before he could, and caught him as well, subduing the small tom easily. She and her friends took him too there clan, his pelt bloody and a rabbit in there mouths, laughing with each other. Without them, Amberdawn would have defiantly died in the dessert, and he gulped down the water they gave him. There was shade for Amberdawns sunburned skin, and he hid under a rock in the strange cats camp, cowering as his captures ate from their prey in the centre of the the camp

It was a huge camp, larger than anything Ammberdawn had ever seen. The called themselves the “Tribe of Scorching Sands”. They were vicious, and imeadiatly but Amberdawn to work. It was determined that he couldn’t hunt or fight well enough, so he worked around the camp, helping with kits, their nests, and the elders.  Amberdawn was a slave for over 3 moons. It was a terrible time. He eventually learned how to hunt a lot better, mostly under the apprenticeship of the young she cat that had captured him. She was a middle class ranking in the group, but was a great warrior for the Tribe, and taught him how to hunt. Amberdawn wondered why at first, there were much more promising prospects to teach. The she cat, who was called “Dark sky with no stars” was warlike and powerful, and Amberdawn was weak and annoyed her with talk about Starclan and honour. Tribe cats had no honour. She seemed to have a bit of it, because she took him under her wing. He had caught her eye for whatever reason. Amberdawn escaped when a rival tribe tried to take control, and Dark smuggled him out of the camp, saving his life at risk to herself. He ended up taking her back to Owlclan, where she was renamed Darkstep. They evenually became mates, and Darkstep is pregnant with his kits.
Belongs to: Wolfsong

Darkstep
Darkstep is a bit of an outcast in this strange "Clan" She joined because she hated belonging to her evil desert tribe, and grew fond of Amberdawn, despite him being weak and strange to her at first. She loves the forest, and is exited to have kits.
Belongs to: Wolfsong

Hawkclan:

Leader: Swampstar.

Hawkclan is a powerful clan, though not as large as Owlclan. They matched Owlclan in power, but when Oakstars daughter betrayed them they shrunk in size. They are a bloodthirsty clan, and used to be the most feared of all the clans, but that reality is no longer true. They are currently a small, closely knit group of cats, with Swampstar as their leader. She leads them as best she can, but she is an old cat, and very paranoid about Owlclan. Her and Oakstar seem to be in a competition to see how much they can distrust and fear the other clan. Oakstar for what Hawkclan did in the past, and Swampstar for what Oakclan is doing in the present. Hawkclan cats are lanky, fast running cats. Their territory is wet and sparse, and they chase down rabbits and fish for food in the many streams and wetlands in their territory. They have traditional Clan names, and worship Starclan

Cats we have created for this clan

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Pikedapple
Pikedapple is a mackerel-striped dark brown tabby cat with a snow white underbelly pale ice blue eyes. They are a huge, powerful cat. He’s as ice cold as his eyes, and a great hunter and fisher. When he was a kit, he was an exuberant and full of himself. Pikekit wanted to fight everything and everyone. His mother, Gullflight, loved her fierce kit, and encouraged him to be a great warrior.

He was a great Warrior. Then he met Ivory. Ivory was a rogue that came to the Hawkclan camp. She was placed under Pikedapple mentorship. He was young for a mentor, but he trained the angry, vicious she cat well. He loved this vicious, savage she cat. Ivorypaw learned a lot from him. They fished together and fought together, and snuck out to train at night together. Ivorypaw, and later Ivorypelt, was always by his side. She was always ice cold, but she looked up to Pikedapple, and he made her laugh, and feel adequate. She was his best friend, and he was her best friend. One night she disappeared, and led an attack on Hawkclan. She had never been a rogue, and she had always been an Oakclan spy, learning Hawkclans secrets so Owlclan could attack Fogclan. She lead the attack on Pikedapples camp. His camp was nearly destroyed. Two classmates of hers had beaten Pikedapple down to the dirt, and were clawing his legs, severaly beating him. He called out to Ivorypelt for help, but she said that “I would never love a Hawkclan cat.” With no emotion in her high voice and walked off.  Pikedapple crawled away from the battle. His clan rebuilt itself after the devastating attack, but Owlclan had stuck quite a blow against them, all because of Ivorypelt. Pikedapple stopped being a cocky, full of himself tom. He started being cold and distant, like his mate that had left him. His back legs never recovered from nearly being ripped off by Oakclan warriors. He can’t walk anymore, and simply drags himself around.

One night he dragged himself to Owlclan territory one night, and was found by Ivorypelt. She never apologized, but they talked the entire night. For one night, they were just two cats in the wild, crazy world, two cats who were in love. Ivorypelt and Pikedapple laughed the night away, and she helped him home. He leant on her the whole way back, and then she disappeared. Pikedapple didn’t see her for 6 moons. He tried to hunt for the clan, but failed at being a warrior with his crippled legs. He helped out around the clan, and found it hard to swallow his pride. When he saw Ivorypelt again, she was holding a kit in her mouth, and two more trailed behind her. She said that she could not keep these kits, they looked too much like him. She would tell her clan she lost them, and he could find a she cat in his clan to care for them. Piledapple tried to talk to her, but she left again. She was very loyal to her clan. Pikedapple named the kits Whitekit, Marshkit, and Treekit. They are all beautiful, lively kits, and he found a queen to look after them.
Belongs to: Wolfsong

GhostClan

Leader: Fogstar

Even their name is intimidating. GhostClan inhabits a small portion of land, much smaller than it would seem to be needed to support their size. Most of their resources don't come from their territory, however, but as tribute from the others around them. You see, GhostClan cats very rarely live in their own camp. They're mercenaries, and others pay for their claws in battle or just their presence to dissuade others from going where they don't belong. Usually that means the cats of GhostClan are staying outside their borders at their posts. For the most part, their clients provide food and shelter while they're on the job, and the rest of the Clan still in GhostClan territory is fed with prey other cats pay as tribute or tax. Only the queens, elders, and enough cats to guard the hollow they call home are in the camp. Because of their odd way of life, GhostClan has different ranks than a normal Clan would. At least one medicine cat is required to be fully trained at all times, but many others decide to learn the ways of a healer. A leader and deputy are responsible for the administration of the Clan. "Warrior" is a general rank for any adult cat that is fully trained and actively running missions, however many go by their specialized professions. Assassins are those that take jobs to kill, there are few of these cats and are sometimes looked down upon for killing of any sort is dishonorable and primitive. Scouts are cats who don't often take assignments, but instead wander a large area around the territory collecting information and doing odd jobs. Ghosts are the most versatile, and is the title given to any cat that regularly takes assignments. They can be guards, bodyguards, or just another set of claws in a fight. The title comes from GhostClan's name, and outsiders call most of the GhostClan cats "Ghosts" or sometimes "Shadows". Most cats don't only have one specialty, and all are fully trained in combat, hunting and diplomacy. GhostClan cats are feared by outsiders, and for good reason. They are said to be the best fighters in the world. They are faster and stronger than any cat, rumored to be able to fly and disappear into shadows. Some say their fangs contain venom and only one bite can kill, like a snake. Anyone would think twice before getting into a fight with GhostClan mercenaries on the other side, or trespassing in an area guarded by a GhostClan warrior. But even as feared as they are, GhostClan is also very honorable. No GhostClan cat would ever think about breaking their word or a contract without very good reason to. And while they'll fight, GhostClan cats never go for the kill.

Cats we have created for this tribe:

None at the moment.