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Post by lit-clan on Nov 1, 2017 21:04:48 GMT -5
J O I N I N G
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Please make sure that you've read everything on the main page before applying here.
Name || Gender || Age || Rank
➣ Physical description.
➣ Personality.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Family || Other
Also, there are several ranks and positions open: (Only take one high rank please)
The leader: The leader of the Clan. Name has to end in -star, and there's no exceptions. Is going to die early from greencough to allow Sparrowtail to be leader.
The second true preacher: This preacher had visions and omens, but just like Aspenlight, they no longer have them. But that doesn't stop them from claiming them. They are corrupted by the power of their rank, NOT EVIL. They do not have an apprentice, but is planned to get one.
The snubbed preacher: This cat actually gets real prophecies. But, alas, they are not a preacher. Branded as a liar and shoved away as an undesirable, not very many cats suspect them as a real one.
Cats that need mates:
Daybird - Tom - Twenty-six moons (mate can be from twenty-three to twenty-nine moons old)
Brightwing will need a mate soon. (sixteen moons, she-cat)
Open family:
Aspenlight can have nephews and nieces.
Foxtail has four litter of kits, one at five moons old(Leafkit, X, X, X), one at sixteen(Paleflame, Rowankit, Brightwing, Nightstorm(closed)), one twenty-seven(Boragetail, Emberpelt, X), and one at thirty-six(Breezefeather, X)
Briarcrow can use a father
Spottedlight and Mosspaw could use parents.
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 2, 2017 21:35:55 GMT -5
Small facts about LightClan that must be noted:
- Sometimes, a cat's mate ceremony will be delayed because they're being saved for cats who have lost their mates and want a new one. They are usually more beautiful than other cats.
- Cats are usually paired based off of how beautiful they are to produce the most beautiful children possible.
- Not all mental illnesses will lead to being in the undesirable's den. Personality disorders, almost all forms of depression, ADHD/ADD, mild autism, and bipolar disorder are examples of ones that won't. However, severe OCD, panic disorder, and mutism are ones that will.
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Post by Aphelyon on Nov 3, 2017 9:59:47 GMT -5
I hope it's okay that I'm posting this now? I can delete it if it's not.
Also, idk if anyone wants more cats/relationships for their current cats but some of mine definitely could use some relationships. Like, possibly Briarcrow's father, Mosspaw or Spottedshine's parents, or siblings for Mosspaw, Spottedshine, or Daybird (though for the latter two they'd probably be younger/older, rather than in the same litter).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 kind 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. All in all, he considers it best if he doesn't attract attention and keeps to himself... after all, he can't be judged undesirable if no one really bothers to judge him at all.
➣ 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, but 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 dexterous; 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 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 deceitful 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 looks frail, 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 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 probably 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, and the preachers, 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 (open) || 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 refuse to 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 || Parents (open); littermates Dovekit and Pinekit (both deceased). || Other
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 3, 2017 12:41:23 GMT -5
AphelyonI'll add your characters when I get home. However, what litter is Brightwing in?
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Post by Aphelyon on Nov 3, 2017 12:54:38 GMT -5
Um I'm not sure, actually. What litter would she fit best in? I don't really remember where she was before. I guess the third litter? The only ones I can find on the current page are from litters two and four, who are all too old or far too young to be her littermates.
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 4, 2017 1:31:49 GMT -5
Um I'm not sure, actually. What litter would she fit best in? I don't really remember where she was before. I guess the third litter? The only ones I can find on the current page are from litters two and four, who are all too old or far too young to be her littermates. Yes, since the third litter is sixteen moons. Anyways, your characters have been added. The Clan won't be open for a time though. |
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 6, 2017 18:25:02 GMT -5
Aphelyon - you may roleplay now
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 6, 2017 18:44:05 GMT -5
>> Ooc <<
I'll post my charries later tonight, Do I still have one of the preacher spots?
If so I'm going to be changing my Preacher to Violetlight. >> RP << |
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 6, 2017 19:00:17 GMT -5
>> Ooc <<
I'll post my charries later tonight, Do I still have one of the preacher spots?
If so I'm going to be changing my Preacher to Violetlight. >> RP << it's not closed so I guess it's still yours |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 6, 2017 19:13:23 GMT -5
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Okay then I will take it! >> RP << |
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Nov 6, 2017 20:12:13 GMT -5
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ooof wanted that preacher spot
Chestnutpaw || Female || Seven moons || Apprentice ➣ A lean and wiry female, Chestnutpaw's creme fur stretches tight over her lack of muscles; tabby splotched face a stark difference from her pristine pelt. A lynx point is the perfect description for her pelt; her chestnut tabby appendages marking the female as a fine specimen. A blanket of gold cloaks her back, as if the sun itself kissed her fur at birth. A profusion of fur resides on her nape and extremities, but seems to be lacking when in regards to her body. Her large ears are tipped with soft tufts of oaky brown, following the dark color of her ears and stockings that partially cover the tabby markings upon her legs. Her tail is set in the same manner, a plethora of dark brown fur. Although her pelt is vivid with sunset colors, her eyes are not: Chestnutpaw possessing some very basic blue eyes. Most would consider her looks to be average, mainly due to her specialties residing in other aspects of this cat's personality.
➣ A monotone voice seeps from the throat of this logical-minded female, her silent nature based solely on the amount of concentration it takes to think, not supposed superiority over her peers. If anything, Chestnutpaw loves her clan dearly, one of the few who only wish to leave visions to the Preachers. Of course, with these current times, this apprentice finds her moral code to be slightly fuddled; the cats whom she'd believed in now cloaked in distrust and lies. However, it is unhealthy to concern oneself with these relations, the lynx point distracting her ever-shifting mind on improving her lacking hunting and battle skills. As much as she would love to sit back and plan strategies, the art of unsheathed claws is Chestnut's adversary. Unafraid to voice her opinions (unless in the face of authority), Chestnutpaw is often described as possessing the voice of reason. No mentor || Family relations are open || None
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 6, 2017 23:02:51 GMT -5
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ooof wanted that preacher spot
Chestnutpaw || Female || Seven moons || Apprentice ➣ A lean and wiry female, Chestnutpaw's creme fur stretches tight over her lack of muscles; tabby splotched face a stark difference from her pristine pelt. A lynx point is the perfect description for her pelt; her chestnut tabby appendages marking the female as a fine specimen. A blanket of gold cloaks her back, as if the sun itself kissed her fur at birth. A profusion of fur resides on her nape and extremities, but seems to be lacking when in regards to her body. Her large ears are tipped with soft tufts of oaky brown, following the dark color of her ears and stockings that partially cover the tabby markings upon her legs. Her tail is set in the same manner, a plethora of dark brown fur. Although her pelt is vivid with sunset colors, her eyes are not: Chestnutpaw possessing some very basic blue eyes. Most would consider her looks to be average, mainly due to her specialties residing in other aspects of this cat's personality.
➣ A monotone voice seeps from the throat of this logical-minded female, her silent nature based solely on the amount of concentration it takes to think, not supposed superiority over her peers. If anything, Chestnutpaw loves her clan dearly, one of the few who only wish to leave visions to the Preachers. Of course, with these current times, this apprentice finds her moral code to be slightly fuddled; the cats whom she'd believed in now cloaked in distrust and lies. However, it is unhealthy to concern oneself with these relations, the lynx point distracting her ever-shifting mind on improving her lacking hunting and battle skills. As much as she would love to sit back and plan strategies, the art of unsheathed claws is Chestnut's adversary. Unafraid to voice her opinions (unless in the face of authority), Chestnutpaw is often described as possessing the voice of reason. No mentor || Family relations are open || None
i'm not reserving any spots for anyone. the first person to get their form up gets the spot Also, added. You may roleplay. |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 7, 2017 19:56:11 GMT -5
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Duely noted >> RP << |
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Post by Невыносимая коммунизм on Nov 7, 2017 21:19:00 GMT -5
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I'll let Milk grab it, it'd be awfully rude to just snag it underneath her.
Also wanted to note that Chestnut is infertile, but likely won't know this until the far far future when she eventually is assigned to a mate and attempts to bear kits.
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Post by SWIŦCħBLAÐE on Nov 7, 2017 22:01:43 GMT -5
Are you still accepting characters? :c
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 7, 2017 22:15:38 GMT -5
Are you still accepting characters? :c I don't see why we wouldn't be. |
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Post by SWIŦCħBLAÐE on Nov 7, 2017 22:42:21 GMT -5
Alrighty then :3
I know it's not as long... but here is my character ^^
Robintuft || She-cat || 25 moons || Warrior
➣ Robintuft is a slender, but fluffty mottled tortoiseshell she-cat with splotches of white and cream. Although she has an almost rosy tint to her pelt and her fur is wild. Her ears had fluffy tips and her tail is busy. She has dark, dull, but powerful forest green eyes. She does have on scar; along her spine. It's not noticeable from a distance.
➣ She is the type to be there for a friend when they're feeling down. She is open like a book and it's very clear if she likes another cat as she is gentle and sweet to the cats that catch her attention. She is cheerful to clan mates, can be easily angered and has a thing of disappearing when scared-like her name. She has goals just like any other cat. Be a mother, and raise to a higher position. She is ambitious to make her goals come true by working hard.
N/A || Can take whatever || Bisexual-leans to toms
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 7, 2017 22:51:47 GMT -5
Alrighty then :3
I know it's not as long... but here is my character ^^
Robintuft || She-cat || 25 moons || Warrior
➣ Robintuft is a slender, but fluffty mottled tortoiseshell she-cat with splotches of white and cream. Although she has an almost rosy tint to her pelt and his fur is wild. Her ears had fluffy tips and her tail is busy. She has dark, dull, but powerful forest green eyes. She does have on scar; along her spine. It's not noticeable from a distance.
➣ She is the type to be there for a friend when they're feeling down. She is open like a book and it's very clear if she likes another cat as she is gentle and sweet to the cats that catch her attention. She is cheerful to clan mates, can be easily angered and has a thing of disappearing when scared-like her name. She has goals just like any other cat. Be a mother, and raise to a higher position. She is ambitious to make her goals come true by working hard.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 8, 2017 12:59:17 GMT -5
Violetlight || Female || 20 Moons || Preacher
➣ Violetlight is formally known as a Turkish Angora, she has a grey coat with white paws chest and tail tip 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 dark blue eyes.
➣ Violetlight is a quite she cat, she likes to observe but isn't afraid to speak her mind. She is very blunt an straight to the point, she goes at everything with a light heart-ed feel, deep down her thought are ridden with darkness. She can be passionate and friendly at times; she can also be proud full, grumpy, and sarcastic. This cat gives cat tough love, since she was given tough love when she was barely a moon old. Since a small age she has been fascinated with dead things, and was always found in weird places; doing weird things. She was the outcast, Which built her earlier depression, which eventually turned into anger which is burning in her heart today, although you can't say she doesn't have loved ones. Friends and family that hadn't betrayed her.
➣ As a young kit her father gave her tough love and never gave her the same attention as her other siblings, because of this her siblings treated her different as they got older. So she tended to stay from everyone else, she would often escape and happen to find dead things. She had felt a strange surge in her chest as she came face to face with dead things, as she reached apprenticed age she was somewhat of an outcast although she had start to become a little more confident. When hunting training came along she had quickly catch on and almost killed the prey with malice, even until she became a preacher it seemed as if she could never gain the approval of her father. (optional).
wip || Her father died Open! || Other
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 8, 2017 16:45:11 GMT -5
Citruspetal || Female || 25 Moons || Warrior
➣ 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 || Straight
Citrinedream || Tom || 24 Moons || Warrior
➣ 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 || Straight
Lilacfeather || Female || 20 Moons || warrior
➣ Lilacfeather 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.
➣ Lilacfeather 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 give her the confidence and happiness she needs. 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 Chamomilekit || Straight
Chamomilekit || Female || 5 Moons || kit
➣ Chamomilekit is a pure white she cat with pale ginger patches along her backside. 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 appearance; she has bright green 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 Foxtail? || Straight
Lavenderfern || female || 27 Moons old || Warrior
➣ Lavenderfern is a pale grey almost silverish she cat with white toes, muzzle and part of her chest with pale green eyes, she has medium-short tamed silky fur, with a sleek build. Her tail is feather like along with lynx like ear tips, the fur on her elbows is longer than the rest of her fur, she has a long body with average size legs. Although she is swift agile and fast.
➣ 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.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Brother is Nightshade || Straight
Nightshade || Male || 27 Moons || Warrior
➣ Nightshade is a jet black tom with medium-short shiny fur, and powder blue eyes. He has a long body with a long tail and average sized limbs, His face is angular with long ear tufts with a tamed feather like tail, although he has a tiny lion's like maine with a tiny white patch on his chest.
➣ Nightshade is indeed a passionate tom who is normally calm and kind. He loves night time and the moon. He greatly respects the rules, however, he believes in following your heart; even if that means going against the rules. 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. Nightshade 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 || Lavenderfern is his sister. || Straight
Spottedhawk || Male || 35 Moons || Warrior
➣ Spottedhawk is light brown tabby with darker brown stripes, he is on the smaller side but he uses that to his advantage. He has short soft fur with Hazel green eyes, He has rounded features and small pointy ears.
➣ Spottedhawk is a mature, but energetic warrior. He is well respected which he earned with age, he is quite wise and father like. He cares very much about others and their feelings, but he sometimes forgets to put himself first and often neglects himself, not on purpose though. He is a very sweet, compassionate, and laid back tom who doesn't agree with the mating system, which is why he want's to fall in love with someone.
➣ History (optional).
Relationships || Open! || Straight
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 8, 2017 16:55:15 GMT -5
Violetlight || Female || (How old should she be?) || Preacher ➣ Violetshine is formally known as a Turkisk Angora, she has a grey coat with white paws chest and tail tip 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 dark blue eyes. ➣ Violetlight is a quite she cat, she like to observe but she isn't afraid to speak her mind. She is very blunt a straight to the point, she goes at everything with a light hearted feel, deep down her thought are ridden with darkness. She can be passionate and friendly at times; she can also be proud full, grumpy, and sarcastic. This cat gives cat tough love, since she was given tough love when she was barely a moon old. Since a small age she has been fascinated with dead things, and was always found in weird places; doing weird things. She was the outcast, Which built her earlier depression, which eventually turned into anger which is burning in her heart today, although you can't say she doesn't have loved ones. Friends and family that hadn't betrayed her. ➣ As a young kit her father gave her tough love and never gave her the same attention as her other siblings, because of this her siblings treated her different as they got older. So she tended to stay from everyone else, she would often escape and happen to find dead things. She had felt a strange surge in her chest as she came face to face with dead things, as she reached apprenticed age she was somewhat of an outcast although she had start to become a little more confident. When hunting training came along she had quickly catch on and almost killed the prey with malice, even until she became a preacher it seemed as if she could never gain the approval of her father. (optional). wip || Her father died Open! || Other There are a handful of typos in here, and I would really appreciate it if you fixed it before I add this. I think she has to be fairly young by the way. Also, just for a kind of convenience thing, when posting on the main theead, could you remove the ghost from your post? it's huge when you're browsing on mobile and quite distracting. |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 8, 2017 17:00:21 GMT -5
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Oh I didn't realize there were typos I'll fix it right away and sure. >> RP << |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 8, 2017 17:06:45 GMT -5
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 9, 2017 17:00:19 GMT -5
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My charries are done, also if my girl too much like the ghost.. i thought that since it wasn't moving it would slightly less distracting >> RP << |
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Post by lit-clan on Nov 9, 2017 18:36:05 GMT -5
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My charries are done, also if my girl too much like the ghost.. i thought that since it wasn't moving it would slightly less distracting >> RP << i meant like not have an image at all. It shouldn't be that hard to remove it from the format when you post here, right? |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 9, 2017 19:00:17 GMT -5
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Post by Aмвεяωιиg on Nov 18, 2017 19:26:58 GMT -5
OoC: Since Daybird needs a mate, she can be his mate if necessary.
Doveflower || She-cat || 24 moons || Warrior
➣ Several cats could describe Doveflower as a rather nice looking she-cat. She may not be the prettiest cat in the Clan, however. She has a solid grey pelt that is rather short, which is a bother in the harsh leaf-bare winds. Her blue eyes are bright and full of passion and life. She is short and lithe, making her rather agile. Because of how light she is, she is a rather good hunter, but lacks in battle skills. She constantly prays to the gods before battle, but the outcome always remains the same. After a battle, she has generally amassed several scratches all over her, and her ears already have several nicks in them. She appears very feminine, what with her small size.
➣ Doveflower is a very carrying cat, and holds lots of compassion. Her only goals in life are to serve her Clan and StarClan, but she has difficulty in that. She feels pity for those who have broken the code, and she is always among the last to shun those who deserve that punishment. She herself would never do anything against the warrior code. She considers herself a hindrance to the Clan due to her lack of skills in battle and her hesitance to turn her back on those who are too weak or go against the warrior code. She is rather good at civil conversation, but she generally isn't one to start a conversation.
➣ Doveflower was born into LightClan. As a young kit, she listened to her parents and made dreams seem like visions and normal occurrences appear to be omens. She had not wanted to be a failure to her family. However, her attention was diverted when her father caught Greencough, and did not become a Preacher. She was afraid her mother would shun her, but she was wrong—after losing a mate to greencough, how could a mother deny her kit? Doveflower became an apprentice and trained, but failed her first battle assessment. She became a warrior later than most, but was extremely proud at the time. She now constantly works hard.
She'll need a mate || Stormfeather (deceased father) and Brightpool (mother)|| N/A
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