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I am the ocean after eating a truckload of McDonalds fries. Very salty.
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Post by 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗 on Aug 12, 2016 0:12:34 GMT -5
The question of life and death. Do or die. Many in the past once allowed this to control their life. Their very soul was etched with these rules. Blood was shed and lives were lost before the realization came in the form of Twilight. A cat who brought us to realize the danger in allowing our fates to be questioned. Every cat is entitled to his or her mysterious secrets and none deserve to be treated differently because of it. There is nothing bu safety. A haven where you are free to be, as the outsiders say, Shrouded in Limitless Mystery
 
It was rather ominous, the night that set many cats paws on the path of the twilight. Storm clouds brewing in the skies above, thickening and growing heavy with a vast amount of precipitation that threatened to burst and spill across the land. Lightning split the sky in two, striking the still barren land, parched from the rainless days, yearning for the moisture above. The bone dry trees set aflame whilst the earth was shaken by the forceful thunder. Within this blaze was where the cat who started it all was said to have been born. With the very world threatening the collapse around them, the parents of the twilight huddled away into the hollow of an oak tree. The wood was splintering from the heat and the dead tree let out protesting groans, however these cats had nowhere else to go. Death surrounded them from all sides and the queen was in labor. Her mate stood guard, though there was little he could do against the wall of flames that threatened to consume them. He could do little besides snarl at the face of death.Only when the lone squeak of their only kit sounded, did the flood gates burst and the land was met with the rain it so desperately needed.
As young Twilight grew older, it became clear that she was odd. She never seemed interested in the conflicts of the rogue cats in the area, instead seeming distracted and focused more on simple things that young cats seemed to enjoy. He father who led one of the many small groups in the area was furious at his only child's lack of interest. After being born during the greatest fire the forest had ever know, he had expected his kin to prove to be a cat of legends. She never seemed to listen to his talks of war, nor try during battle training with other youths her age. not to mention she never spoke at all! The small black she-cat failed to please her father and was soon forgotten.
At the time he couldn't see past his own selfishness. He couldn't tell that Twilight heard his every world. He couldn't sense her hatred and disgust as she allowed the claws of her inferiors to score deep within her flesh. See the tears slipping down her face as he turned his back on her. War was his life. His name? Midnight. Midnight's goal was to live a life of war. To rule the forest. And so, he lead the cats to war.
Once more dry lightning struck the soil despite the rain clouds that lingered above. The moon and stars were no more than visions within every cat's mind as the groups met in a violent war. Blood was shed, spilling to the earth in pools. Claws and teeth met flesh and deafening shrieks drowned out even the greatest roars of thunder.
Alone stood the Twilight, watching the destruction from afar. Oh how she longed to intervene, protect those who lived within the forest from the unnecessary hatred and violence, however there was little she could do. She was a mere cat, far too weak to defeat the cycle. The cat who never spoke looked towards the skies, her silent wails piercing the heavens as the heavy clouds parted, revealing the stars above. Their shine scorched the earth around the young cat as the awoke the power within the youthful Twilight, blessing her with the lives she needed to make a difference in these war scoured lands.
Filled with the power of the starts, Twilight faced her father who was built from rage. The cat who never spoke open her mouth, ordering him to end the senseless battle. As with all who have been tempted by greed and power, Midnight refused, battling his only child not as father and daughter, but as foes. The battles around them ceased as the two exchanged blows, the cat that was once doubted proving to be a more than worthy adversary. The story becomes rather blurred at this point. There are many interpretations of the battle for the forest, however one thing is known for certain. Midnight met is end that night and once more the flood gates opened and the rain came down to bring the forest cleansing. A heavy fog formed as the flames were subdued, cloaking the destruction beneath the scorched trees as well as the cheerful cries from those returned to peace as they praised their new leader. Twilight.
Twilightclan cats are usually known for the mysterious air around them. They aren't very keen to outsiders and therefore should not be taken lightly as something as simple as trespassing can easily lead to violence. The majority of these cats believe in the ideal of unity, wishing to prevent any forms of violence from transpiring within the clan. Bloodshed between clanmates is considered a serious crime and will often be firmly punished.
Build wise, Twilightclan cats have no particular look to tell one from a ordinary rogue. Cats can range from small to large in size, though usually their sizes are within the average range. Color wise, these cats are usually in the darker spectrum due to their need to blend in with their territory for hunting. Very rarely will a light colored cat be found within their ranks. Even then, it is usually no more than a golden hue. White is an almost unheard of.
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𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗
I am the ocean after eating a truckload of McDonalds fries. Very salty.
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Post by 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗 on Aug 12, 2016 0:56:43 GMT -5
 In most clans, when a medicine cat apprentice is first introduced to Starclan during the half-moon, this is when the young cat is truly accepted as the medicine cat's apprentice. Within Twilightclan, this is not he case. As the clan wishes to only have cats who are capable of standing in between conflict rather than be swayed by the heart, the cat must meet Twilight during their visit to Starclan. This does not mean that they must speak with her, but rather she must be seen by the cat as it is said she will only reveal herself to those who believe in her peaceful ideals.
Medicine cat apprentices are expected to be taught basic battle training and hunting skills as there may be a time when every cat is needed to care for the clan. If the current medicine cat is too old to properly teach their apprentice then they will be assigned to a warrior to train them during free time.
The Foreboding Wasteland is considered a dangerous location and is said to be the place of Twilight's birth as well as Midnight's fall. Per tradition, apprentices who wish to become warriors will be escorted by the medicine cat into the fog and taken to the place where Twilight was believed to have been born by dawn. They will then be abandoned there and expected to escape from it's foggy depths by sunset that day. If they fail to find their way out, the medicine cat will then retrieve them and they will be subjected to another two moons of training before they can try again. If they manage to make their way out, they will then take their official warrior assessment. Even if they fail, they do not have to enter the Foreboding Wasteland again.
As there are not other clans, Twilightclan spends the first full moon night discussing the ongoings within the clan. Afterwards and silent vigil is held for a time.
Territory
TwilightClan is located in a very diverse territory. While majority of the land claimed is deciduous forest, there is also a small piece of moorland to the southeast claimed by these cats, as well a large river cutting through the west that serves as a border, though it is not necessarily needed as it is nearly impossible for any cat to climb up the cliff side bordering it, as it is very steep and there are few pawholds. Because of the river, several streams have formed throughout the territory, providing as calmer locations to bathe or quench one's thirst in comparison to the strong currents in the main river. To the northeast, there is a small Twolegplace, and to the southwest is the place known as Foreboding Wasteland. Little is known about the territory beyond TwilightClan's.
Camp
The camp is nestled safely in the center of the forest, surrounded by two great birch trees, and protected by a thick wall of brambles and undergrowth, while the entrance to this protected haven is a dense tunnel composed of the thick, thorny tendrils. Within is a clearing with soft grass which miraculously never seems to become overgrown. The warriors' den is located near the entrance in the midst of some brambles and a small hollow within a large bush. The elders den is located at the far end of the clearing in an old, hollowed out tree log adjusted for the comfort of the seniors within the clan. Next to it this the tightly woven and protected nursery, made to ensure the warmth and safety of nursing queens and newborn kits. At the east side of the camp besides the warriors' den is the apprentices' den, which is a carbon copy of the warriors' den, but smaller. Last is the leader's den, located to the west, in the abandoned hollow of an owl within a small tree. The interior is rather wide, big enough for at least five full grown cats to sit and discuss privately, and the floor is lined with soft moss and feathers, even though the leader's nest is located deeper within the hollow. The entrance is lined with draping lichen to ensure the leader's privacy. From here, the leader can climb onto the lowest branch of this tree, known as the Highbranch, and make their announcements.
Foreboding Wasteland
The Foreboding Wasteland is considered a dangerous location and is said to be the place of Twilight's birth as well as Midnight's fall. Cats of TwilightClan come here for one of two reasons--to bury their dead, or to assess apprentices for their final test. This location was burned away many seasons ago during the first battle that created TwilightClan, and ever since has not slowly regrown to its former glory, explaining as to why it is usually avoided since it offers no hunting. It seems to contain an eerie atmosphere, and the thick fog that always surrounds the decayed trees doesn't seem to aid to this. It is because of this that rumors of ghosts and such form between naive apprentices, further frightening them when it is time for their final assessment.
The Moontree
The Moontree, a glowing mystical weeping cherry tree, is the location in which cats of TwilightClan may go to speak with StarClan or Twilight. Coming to this location is also a part of the many requirements of becoming a warrior, as it is said that an apprentice or outsider must be approved by the clan's ancestors in order to truly become one of them. On occasion, if the one wanting to become a warrior is outside of the clan, the clan will first wait to see if the medicine cat will receive a sign before risking showing a stranger their sacred place. Every halfmoon the medicine cat and their apprentice make the journey here. Any cat who wishes to travel to this place must follow the streams to the river, where the waterfall roars loudly. Using the stepping stones nearby, the cats must slightly climb the rockface to reveal a hidden cave behind the crashing waters. After a short trip, they will find themselves in a moonlit clearing, surrounded by glowing undergrowth and mushrooms, though the Moontree shines the brightest. First said cat must wait until moonhigh, when the tree's leaves are most dazzling, and then bury themselves among the roots of the tree, falling asleep as they await their ancestors to join them in their dreams.
Twolegplace
Twolegplace is exactly what it sounds like--a small settlement in which Twolegs, dogs, and kittypets live. Though it is not considered TwilightClan territory, it is mentioned as it is just near the borders. One of the streams leads into the sewers of community, so it is advised that no cat should drink or swim in the waters closest to this place, as it is most likely polluted. Avoiding this area is also strictly advised, as dogs are known for escaping the enclosed fences from time to time and wandering near the outskirts of the forests. However, this area is still patrolled, as it is crucial to chase off any curious kittypets or rogues who happen to taken an interest to the forest.
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𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗
I am the ocean after eating a truckload of McDonalds fries. Very salty.
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Post by 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗 on Aug 12, 2016 1:02:57 GMT -5
Leader
Stormstar
Stormstar is a large golden tabby tom with large, powerful paws containing thick black claws and bright amber eyes. With broad shoulders and a heavyset frame, this tom is not someone who you'd want to mess around with without very good reason. Stormstar is a powerful fighter, but an even better leader. Known for his strong mental fortitude, he is never swayed by the whispers of darkness within and outside of his clan, keeping his focus on protecting his loved ones with strength and honor. He shows no fear in the face of a foe and works hard to prove himself worthy of his title. He is very wary of those from outside of the clan and will stop at nothing to keep them from creating turmoil within their ranks. This paranoia often makes Twilightclan territory an unsafe place from outsiders. On a regular basis within the clan, Stormstar is quite a friendly cat, treating everyone as his equal. Though he is a leader, he enjoys patrolling and hunting by his clanmate's sides, making him seem more like an average warrior rather than the guy who makes the rules. He is a big softy for the young, usually allowing himself to turn into a kit's play toy and even taking time out to help apprentices in need. Probably one of his more hilarious aspects is the fact that he's afraid of heights. Climbing up a tree is practically torture for him, though he will do it during leafbare if that squirrel is the only way to feed his clan. Other than that, he's happy with his paws touching the soil. Even the water is a touchy subject for him. One thing no one can doubt is the factor of wisdom that Stormstar carries. This regal warrior is wise beyond his year, capable of providing insight into matters of others lives that even rivals the elders. Stormstar was a clanborn cat, however he did not remain there. During a great fire days after his birth, he was taken away from his home by twolegs attempting to save his life. He remained within the twolegplace to adulthood, believing himself to be just another kittypet, however he had always had a strange longing for the forest. He would often leave the town to explore along with his closest companions Ice and RJ. It was during one of these explorations where they discovered a Twilightclan patrol who attacked them and chased the group away. Ice and RJ chose to keep their heads low for a while, however Stormstar, then known as Jackson, was curious about the cats from before. He chose to venture back within, discovering not only the cats again, but his father Swiftclaw as well. As the younger cat resembled his father so strongly, anyone could see the relation between the two. He was instantly welcomed into the clan after discovering this truth where is older brother Sparrowtalon was already waiting. He was forced to train hard to prove himself as a clan cat, something that he was born worthy of. It wasn't long before he was gifted his clan name of Stormthunder and was accepted into the ranks of the warriors. During his time as a warrior, Stormthunder quickly rose in popularity due to his power and kind nature. It wasn't much of a surprise when Ivorystar chose him to be deputy after his father passed from greencough. Perhaps three moons later, Ivorystar passed away as well during a battle with a badger leaving him as leader.
Deputy
[ do not ask for this position. It is one that will be assigned, not given. All requests will be ignored ]
Medicine Cat
Claudette
Claudette is certainly not the youngest brown tabby around. Her green eyes that once glistened like emeralds have lost their light many seasons ago and have faded to a more grassy color instead. Her whiskers are long and droopy for the most part. Her tabby pelt has short fur that is always kept neatly groomed, as this she-cat needs to have everything about her in tip top shape. Though most of her coat is brown tabby, she has pale brown paws, underbelly, and tail tip. Her muzzle also retains a bit of this color, though most of it is grayed with age. Claudette is very strict and will certainly have a bark in her tone if she finds something that a cat has done wrong around her den or anywhere around her presence for that matter. She is still kind-hearted in the end though, especially to the kits in the clan, since she discovered that she couldn’t bear any of her own. It’s practically why being a medicine cat is probably the perfect job for her. However, despite her age and position, her bite matches up to if not worse than her bark. She joined the clan as an outsider after many moons of aimless traveling. No one knows of her past, though rumors of murder definitely spread around. In reality, Claudette comes from a far off place, where the lives of the cats in her group are quite unusual compared to clan life. In summary, kits were sent off to Twoleg dens to live once they reached age of apprenticeship in comparison to clan life. Claudette was one of those kits when she was younger, and when she discovered that she could not bear any of her own, she decided to be one of the head she-cats in charge of where the kits were assigned. Despite the difficulties, she always had her one childhood friend, Jackson. They were extremely close, but once he grew older and left his assigned Twoleg home to go off on a personal journey, he returned with a mate, which ultimately crushed Claudette’s heart. Trying her best to continue her job, she found that one day one of the young she-cats did not return home to their “camp” after a day’s work in her assigned Twoleg home. When Claudette went to investigate, she discovered that the she-cat had been attacked by the kittypet that had already been living there and was just a normal house cat, having nothing to do with their own group. She had found the young cat outside in the backyard, too weak to make the trip back home. The following day, Claudette reported to said house, stating that Ebony, the injured she-cat, could not make it today and that she would take her place for the time being. When the Twolegs were not around, she killed that kittypet without remorse. However, she did not consider the consequences, or she did not care, as the higher ranking soon discovered this and banished her from her position and life among them, as murder was strictly forbidden. Claudette almost didn’t care, as without Jackson to be her friend anymore, it just didn’t feel right. In her exile she traveled for days upon days without any clear direction of what she would do now that her old life was gone in an instant. It was then she found TwilightClan, where she was taken in out of pity, especially since she was old and bedraggled. She offered to use her only skills that she could, which was that of medicine, as the old medicine cat was soon to pass on to StarClan because of an awful case of greencough. She has then taken over as medicine cat, though not a day goes by that she doesn’t think about her old life. On the outside no one would ever notice however as she masks it all so well beneath her rough exterior.
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𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗
I am the ocean after eating a truckload of McDonalds fries. Very salty.
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Post by 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗 on Aug 12, 2016 1:05:07 GMT -5
Senior Warriors
Redwillow
Redwillow is a red-brown she-cat with pure black spotted tabby markings and paws. She bears deep green eyes and powerful paws. Her fur is thick and soft, and she often uses this to make herself appear bigger and more formidable than she actually is. However, this doesn't mean she is not a truly vicious opponent. Being a senior warrior within the clan, she has fought against many opponents and proved her loyalty time and time again, not like she has needed to. After all, she was clanborn and so were her parents, and thus she grew up raised as a true warrior. Despite her loyalty, she is much more lenient with the rules that TwilightClan enforces. Though she will protect her clan from hostile outsiders, she prefers to avoid fighting if possible, and assesses the situation to ensure that some apparent "invasion" isn't just some big misunderstanding. Because of this trait of hers, she is certainly not the first cat in line to appear hostile and unwelcoming to those outsiders who do find their way amongst their ranks, which would explain how she quickly became good friends with the current leader, Stormstar, back when they were both warriors. Now she looks up to him with respect as any cat would, though she does takes risks in her jokes and such with him since she knows it wouldn't affect him personally. This warrior prefers to hunt in the shelter of the forest, though she is occasionally seen trying to fish within the river, though it is not often.
Warriors
Snowpatch Snowpatch is an average sized cat, with nothing too special about her. Her entire body is covered in a fluffy mass of fur, combined with three colors: black, a dark grey, and a somewhat lighter shade of grey. The fur on her ears, tail, cheek bones, around her eyes, and throughout her pelt are mainly the black color. While the top of her back is mainly the grey shade, slowly fading to a lighter grey - which completely covers her underbelly, legs, chest, and a triangular shape around her mouth. The she-cat has soft, pink pads and a small nose whose color ranges from a pale to hot pink, depending on how she's feeling. Snowpatch is reliable, practical, and ambitious. She always keeps her promises, and never fails to preform a task that was asked of her. Whether it be to hunt for the clan, assist the medicine cat, or clean out the elders' den because the apprentices are busy, she is the one up for the job. This she-cat uses her common sense, and doesn't think too hard about how to solve day-to-day problems. She can be highly impatient, and will make a scene if kept waiting. This she-cat does not filter what comes out of her mouth, and - if need be - will speak her mind. Unfortunately, she was never disciplined well enough to refrain from voicing her opinions.
Apprentices
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𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗
I am the ocean after eating a truckload of McDonalds fries. Very salty.
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Post by 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗 on Aug 12, 2016 10:07:21 GMT -5
Queens & Kits
Risingwinter
Risingwinter is a long-furred white she-cat with black paws, chest and underbelly. She has quite a lean frame and is extremely light on her paws. She is lithe and quick, though one shouldn’t doubt her skills as she can put up quite a fight if she must. This doesn’t change the fact that she is one of the finest hunters in Rustyclan and is often found at the head of most hunting patrols. She is known for her ability to race up a tree after prey quite easily. Risingwinter is terrified of water and avoids getting wet at all costs claiming that water is for fish. Risingwinter is a soft-spoken she-cat who prefers to avoid conflicts at all costs. She really has no enemies and isn't interested in getting any. She tries her hardest to show an equal amount a care towards every cat, however she is considered very valuable, especially on the battle field, due to her medicine cat training. Risingwinter was born a kittypet, however she had always felt like for that that. From kithood, she had always had strange dreams of cats with stars in their fur. For so long she had heard their faint, eerie voices begging her to come to them, the loudest being as small black she-cat. The young cat was mesmerized every time she saw this black cat, her eyes filled with limitless wisdom and her presence giving off an aura of greatness. Late one night, she was headed to her nest with her mother and siblings. It was then when the noticed the black cat with the stars in her fur gazing at her through the open window. She crept out after her, chasing this strange cat across the cool sidewalks to the soft forest grass. For so long she followed this cat till her legs ached and her lungs burned. She found herself before a weeping willow tree which let of a soft glow. It was instinct that led her to press her nose to the glittering bark and fade into the land of her dead ancestors. Twilight was the one who led her to the clan where many were shocked to find out such a young cat had survived reaching the camp. As she had been led their by the clan founder, she was welcomed as one of the clan's own, being made into the apprentice of Claudette. She was a bright cat, learning about the herbs quickly and proving to be abnormally close the Starclan. She had friends among the dead, something that few had ever accomplished in the past. She was also the only cat to see Twilight many times. It was a miracle to see her thrice in a medicine cat's life. She was given her full name by the time she reached her fourteenth moon. Risingwinter was a valued member of the clan, and she was very happy. It was moons later when the clan discovered the fact that there was a loner within the territory. He was stealthy and could never be found by her clanmates. She was out collecting marigold when he discovered her, the older cat holding nothing friendly in his gaze. She survived the encounter, though badly injured. The cat had been chased out finally and life started to go back to normal. Or at least until she realized that she was expecting kits. Though she tried to keep it a secret, over time her mentor discovered the truth. Though the clan understood her circumstances, they had to follow the rules and forced her to step down into the role of the warrior. She never held ill will towards her two kits Cloudkit and Jaykit, however she was never the happy cat she used to be. She smiled less and never seemed to enjoy the life of a warrior even though it was clear that she was rather good at it.
Mother of Cloudkit [ White tom ] and Jaykit [light gray tabby tom ]
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𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗
I am the ocean after eating a truckload of McDonalds fries. Very salty.
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Post by 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗 on Aug 12, 2016 10:16:24 GMT -5
Outsiders
Shenzi
Shenzi is a slender yet well-muscled Siamese she-cat with powerful paws and unusually long claws as well as canines. Her coat is entirely silver except for her face, tail, legs, and ears, which are black. Her tail is longer than normal, but this gives her a much more graceful approach when she walks or hunts. The length of her fur changes with the seasons, remaining short when the weather is warm and growing out thick and fluffy when the temperature drops. There are several large pink scars across her flank however where the fur no longer grows, revealing that the seemingly gentle she-cat has fought quite hard in her day. She is about the age of a senior warrior even though she lives as a loner, traveling with her sole friend, Sniper. Little is known about her history, though it is confirmed that once long ago she lived a different life in a Large Twolegplace in a land far off. Eventually she apparently moved on from her past with Sniper and traveled across the land, however something pushed them to make an extra long pitstop within TwilightClan territory. In the terms of their warriors, she and Sniper are prey-stealers and trespassers, even though both can tell that the wild cats have more than enough land to feed all their cats and then some. They still live somewhere in the territory, though their precise location is still unknown, though it is noted that they are more often than not found towards the outskirts of the territory rather than the heart, and always within the forest. Of course Shenzi prefers to hunt within the forest, as it reminds her of how she used to hunt in alleyways within her old home, and the prey is quite similar, except much more rich with flavor rather than leaving an aftertaste of monster on her tongue. Shenzi herself is calm and collected, seeming to be carrying an air of wisdom and experience on her shoulders, and will not attack any warrior that spots her unless they do first, as she prefers to get on their good side than make enemies out of every cat in TwilightClan. Even so, she shows no sign of wishing to join their clan, and merely vanishes into the undergrowth until days pass where she is spotted again, where one may or not actually encounter her face to face.
Sniper
Sniper is an average sized tom, with a short pelt and seasoned muscles rippling beneath. His coat is a black tabby with ever so slightly lighter grey paws, and there are a few scars across his body, consisting of a thin scratch-like mark on his cheek, and a place on his haunches where the fur has been ripped away and won't grow back. The fur around his neck seems to be permanently more flattened than the rest of his pelt, as though it is too accustomed to wearing a collar of some sort in that area. His bears strong paws with longer claws, and a powerful bite in his jaw for those who rub his fur the wrong way. His right ear also contains two notches, further implying how many battles this cat has been involved in. Little is known about this tom's history, in fact even less than what is known about his companion, Shenzi. All that is known is that he met the Siamese she-cat in her original home and eventually the two left it together. He is also apparently named after a skill of his, in which he is able to use his stealth to take down cats in battle before they even knew what hit them, and also uses such stealth to be an excellent hunter in both the forest and the river, though not as much on the moor, as though he can run decently fast, he can't apparently use the terrain to his advantage unlike the others. As far as personality, he seems to appear friendly enough despite what he is rumored for, avoiding a true fight if necessary. Out of the two, Sniper is more often seen exposing himself to TwilightClan warriors, usually through a "play fight" he instigates before rolling away so he doesn't risk an injury. He is rather calm and carefree, and uses his stealth to sneak away in sticky situations upon accidentally getting involved with one of the more hostile warriors of the clan.
Rita
Rita is a fluffy, long-furred black she cat with white spotted tabby markings. Her eyes are an icy blue, though they aren't cold because of this, and instead are quite friendly and relaxed. Though her fur is thick, it is mostly around her tail and belly, as the fur around her face and legs stick to her, making her appear slim in these areas. Being a kittypet, she wears a black and blue striped collar around her neck with a bell attached to it. She is a simple kittypet who lives in the Twolegplace near TwilightClan's territory, though she is often seen wandering into the home of these warriors, yet it is hard to tell why. Rita shows both huge and no interest in their lives, as though she could have the potential to run off and live out in the wild, but prefers her current life in her soft and warm home. Because of this, she seems to carry an air of mystery, perfect for a TwilightClan cat, yet she is not one, and just prefers to keep to her simple life despite her nosy nature. She does however often socialize with passing by rogues and loners over her fellow kittypets, desperate to hear their stories of where they have come from, their lives, and what brought them here in the off chance that perhaps one day she might change her mind about living in one spot where she does, but at the end of it all she still remains in her true home, watching the forest and land beyond from her simply post on her brick fence.
Starclan
Twilight
Small, long-furred midnight black she-cat with bright amber eyes. Clan founder [may only be rped by me]
Dark Forest
Midnight
Dark gray tom with blue eyes. Twilight's father and current Twilightclan sector Dark Forest leader.[may only be rped by me]
Brackenfang
Dark brown tom. Dark Forest warrior. [may only be rped by me] |
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I am the ocean after eating a truckload of McDonalds fries. Very salty.
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Post by 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚗 on Aug 12, 2016 10:21:36 GMT -5
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