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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Nov 30, 2017 0:30:08 GMT -5
Hello and welcome to the beautiful island nation of AnchorClan, a Clan set away in paradise. On this island found just off the outskirts of the Hawaiian islands in the United States lies a group of cats with very mellow lifestyles. The cats of AnchorClan are known very well for their rituals involving the eruption of the volcano. Each cat in the Clan from their apprenticeship on also receives a special flower and color that fits their personality. Come along into the depths of AnchorClan and experience your own taste of paradise. t e r r i t o r y & c a m p The territory of AnchorClan is a beautiful island, covered with tropical flowers. Starting on the far northwest corner on the island is a white sand beach known as Shell Coast. The reason behind this name is because the beach is covered with seashells, stretching from the waters edge all the way up to the treeline. This beach is perfect for hunting because there are always large flocks of seagulls as well as crabs and the fish from the ocean. Sometimes Twoleg items wash up on the sand and the cats might use them in parts of the camp. Connected to Shell Coast and running through a majority of the territory is Banana Cove, a large palm forest that is always very shaded. This is the Clan's primary source for hunting because prey is plentiful, hiding in the cracks and crevices of the ground or in the trees.
In the center of the territory is a tall, grassy hill where the Clan's camp lies that drops off to rocky cliff. This cliff is known as Piranha Cliff, named solely for the jagged, spiky rocks found at the bottom. Closely connected to Piranha Cliff is a highly celebrated and worshiped landmark. It is a large volcano with billowing smoke, ash, and spilling lava known as the Firetongue. Located in the southwest corner of the territory is a secluded cove surrounded by palm trees and thick bushes where the medicine cats grow herbs including catmint, borage, thyme, poppy, and many more. This is known as Herb Gardens. Close to the Herb Gardens is another landmark, the furthest south of the territory.
Known as Pearl Cavern, this landmark is a small cavern that is normally underwater. When the tides are high, Pearl Cavern is completely submerged underwater, inaccessible from the mainland. When the tides are low, this landmark becomes accessible through a rocky pathway made of sand and stone. Pearl Cavern is a beautiful place with a pool in the center of the cavern where apprentices can swim. There is a coral reef in the pool as well where oysters, pearls, and clams can be found. The Moonship is a sacred place. The myth is that the first cats with brought to the island when the ship they were on crashed on the shore. Ever since, the Moonship has become sacred so the leaders and medicine cats speak with StarClan here. The Moonship holds a shimmering pool of water, made shimmering by sunken treasure that was on the ship.
The final landmark is located in the northeast corner of the territory. This landmark is known simply as the Resorts. Two resorts used for Twolegs to vacation sit here. One is old and abandoned, used by the Clan as a temporary camp during storms as well as a place where apprentices stay during their final assessments. The other one is bright and flashy with Twolegs constantly found here. There is also a Thunderpath near the resorts. The Thunderpath is very dangerous, with the Twolegs' monsters roaming here.
AnchorClan cat live in a quite unusual camp. Picture a steep hill covered by green grass and dotted by colorful flowers. Now imagine dens being carved into the side of this hill in the form of large burrows with tunnels connecting them internally and kept hidden from the eyes of predators by bushes, logs, and moss. Starting near the bottom of the hill is a thick patch of bramble bushes with a hollow log running through the center. This serves as the camp's entrance and is always guarded with a warrior at post. Sparse bramble thickets strengthened with sticks and small logs create a border around the camp, going almost to the top of the hill. The first den is the Warriors' Den, which is the largest. It is closest to the entrance in case of intruders. The warriors den consists of three main burrows connected by a tunnel, with a tunnel leading to the medicine den as well as a tunnel leading under the barrier and outside of camp to the dirtplace. The next den is directly across from the warriors den which is the Apprentices' Den. This den consists of two burrows connected by a tunnel. Slightly up the hill towards the center in the Medicine Cats' Den which is two burrows, one serving as a sleeping quarters for the medicine cats and the other for the sick or injured patients. There is an herb storage in the back of the left burrow and a tunnel connecting the two. The next den is the Nursery, which is actually a shared den between the queens, kits, and the elders up the hill and to the left of the medicine den. The elders sleep in the left burrow. The queens and kits share a warm, moss-and-feather-laden burrow on the right of the elders' burrow. The final den is the Leader's Den is the highest of the hill, just before it flattens out on the top. The leader sleeps here as well as the deputy on some occasions. The leader reports on what is known as the Highstump. It is a large tree stump behind the den.
s e a s o n & w e a t h e r
The current season is leaf-fall. The temperature is slowly getting colder, but it still never gets below 60 degrees. The sun is normally shining in the sky, but the clouds may sometimes cover it. The winds often pick up and blow on the waves, causing dangerous tides. Apprentices should refrain from swimming, unless supervised by a warrior.
The prey is becoming slightly scarcer, specifically the tropical birds. Because of this, some dangerous predators have made an appearance. |
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 1, 2017 20:27:30 GMT -5
t r a d i t i o n s & c u s t o m s From apprenticeship, the cats of AnchorClan are given a tropical flower or plant as well as a specific color that best fits a part of their personality. The medicine cat chooses this and announces the cat's plant and color at his or her apprentice ceremony before being given a mentor. The plant and color are symbolic to the new apprentice throughout his or her entire life. Once an apprentice has completed his or her warrior assessment and is ready for a warrior ceremony, the elders make a piece of jewelry such as a necklace or anklet or some other form of trinket using the apprentice's designated flower or plant and then decorate it in paint of the apprentice's color. For the warrior's assessment, the apprentices are sent off to the abandoned resort where they spend three days and three nights catching their own prey and caring for themselves. If they succeed, they are taken back to camp where they receive their warrior name. These are the virtues for the colors. The color red is determination. The color blue is humor. The color yellow is gentleness. The color green is obedience. The color orange is honesty. The color purple is bravery. The color pink is caring. The color black is ambition. The color white is focus. The color brown is curiosity. The color turquoise is creativity. The color grey is patience. The color silver is grace. The color violet is beauty. The color teal is selflessness. The color magenta is empathy. These are the virtues for the plants and flowers. The virtues of bravery & selflessness are represented by the acai. The virtues of grace and obedience are represented by the African violet. The virtues of creativity and curiosity are represented by the amaranth. The virtues of humor and creativity are represented by the anthurium. The virtues of patience and gentleness are represented by the bat plant. The virtues of determination and obedience are represented by the bird of paradise. The virtues of gentleness and honesty are represented by the birds nest plant. The virtues of ambition and creativity are represented by the black viola. The virtues of bravery and curiosity are represented by the bougainvillea. The virtues of empathy and caring are represented by the bromeliad. The virtues of humor and ambition are represented by the calathea. The virtues of caring and honesty are represented by the calla lily. The virtues of obedience and grace are represented by the canna lily. The virtues of patience and focus are represented by the celosia. The virtues of curiosity and humor are represented by the chenille. The virtues of determination and bravery are represented by the croton. The virtues of focus and determination are represented by the flowering maple. The virtues of grace and obedience are represented by the gardenia. The virtues of selflessness and empathy are represented by the heliconia. The virtues of beauty and ambition are represented by the hibiscus. The virtues of honesty and selflessness are represented by the hydrangea. The virtues of beauty and focus are represented by the lotus. The virtues of obedience and patience are represented by the palm tree. The virtues of gentleness and caring are represented by the rubber plant.
a n c h o r c l a n . l o r e
AnchorClan cats hold heroic deeds close to their hearts. While many cats have shown their bravery in many different forms, there are a few cats who have come and gone that will remain forever in the hearts of AnchorClan; a monument in camp stands tall and mighty in the middle of camp - a large chunk of obsidian stone standing proudly. Every full moon the Clan gathers around the stone and gives their thanks to these heroes that have set their pawprints in stone. Stories of these heroes are told. Tropical flowers and stones are set around the monument to represent each hero of AnchorClan. Dolphinstorm the Stubborn
Many seasons ago, AnchorClan was led by a molly known as Coralstar. She was a dedicated and well respected leader, yet she had her flaws as all do. During her reign served a bullheaded molly who was known as Dolphinstorm. She was rash and strongly independent, a cat who held high standards not only for herself but for her Clanmates as well, included Coralstar. During a severe storm, a hurricane really, the Clan's territory was flooding. Coralstar did not want her cats to move from the camp, feeling it would be safer than going out and braving the storm to find shelter; however, Dolphinstorm thought otherwise. She could tell that staying in camp would be more harmful than helpful. She gathered the Clan together and, against Coralstar's wishes, moved the Clan out of camp to higher ground. Coralstar, reluctant, left with her Clan anyway. Whatever punishment Dolphinstorm received was lost to time as only her achievements are noted in Clan lore these days. Once the hurricane left the island, the AnchorClan cats were able to head back down to their camp. They soon discovered that the camp had flooded - any cat who had stayed there would surely have drowned. When the waters went back down, the cats rebuilt their camp, Dolphinstorm at the head of the reconstruction. For showing her bravery in going against her leader's words yet effectively saving her Clan in a time of need, Dolphinstorm was deemed as Dolphinstorm the Stubborn not only by her Clanmates, but by Coralstar as well, showing that the leader also accepted the molly's truly heroic deed.
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 1, 2017 20:38:46 GMT -5
p l o t s & p r o p h e c i e s No current plots. No current prophecies. r e l a t i o n s
Splashpaw is mentored by Crookednettle
Snippaw is mentored by Gullwake
Spirepaw is mentored by Ryeplover
Frondpaw is mentored by Cloverclaw
Littlepaw is mentored by Whiskerbristle
Martenpaw is mentored by Dawnshine
Stonestar and Featherfly are siblings; littermates
Dawnshine and Hailstep are siblings; littermates
Whiskerbristle is the father of Martenpaw, Chirpppaw, Minnowpaw, Barkpaw, and Adderhiss
Ryeplover's parents were Juniperbee and Gingernose
Pumicefur and Gullwake are siblings; littermates
Spongewhisker and Nematodeshine are siblings; littermates
Rowanflame and Cloverclaw are siblings; littermates
Leopardcloud and Splashpaw are half siblings; There father was Frostbush
Featherfly is the mother of Snippaw and Spirepaw
Pumicefur is the mother of Frondpaw
Whiskerbristle has had flings with Sandheart, Gingerpatch, and Snowfluff
Spongewhisker has a crush on Ryeplover
Pumicefur has a crush on Stonestar m e m b e r . t r a c k ✿ dampreed | administrator ;;
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Ryeplover, Barracudasnap, Crestwave, Littlepaw
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Whiskerbristle, Crookednettle, Salamandertongue, Martenpaw
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Kelpsplash, Pumicefur, Gullwake, Frondpaw
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Rowanflame, Cloverclaw
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Sparrowclaw, Dawnshine, Hailstep, Leopardcloud, Splashpaw
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 1, 2017 21:28:56 GMT -5
a l l e g i a n c e s l e a d e r ( 50+ moons )
 Stonestar ✿ Tomcat ✿ 52 moons
❀ Flowering Maple & Black
Dark smokey grey, light grey, and white are splattered together in no order on this tomcat's body. His sturdy frame is draped in a canvas painted like an artist's mistake - messy and smudged. This tomcat goes by the name of Stonestar, previously Stonefrisk as his warrior name once was. He is a larger tom with long legs and a thick, plumey tail. The colors of his pelt blend together nicely, but the snowy white really makes the dark grey stand out. Stonestar has greenish-amber eyes, looking different depending on the light. He has a pinkish nose, like the color of a flower petal. He has long, silver whiskers as well, resembling wires. Stonestar is a natural leader. He has a strong sense of ambition which makes him seem bloodthirsty, but he just wants to be in charge and in control. Stonestar's determination is one the biggest strengths of his, but it also may be a weakness. He never backs down from a fight and is always wanting what is best for his Clan. His determination pairs well with his compassion. He has a strong love for his family, especially his littermate, Featherfly. He would do anything for the ones he loves, including lay down his own life. Stonestar is also adventurous, but this was more so in his apprentice and early warrior ages. He would always explore past the borders or try activities such as tree-climbing or swimming. The one thing Stonestar struggles with most is his love life. He is absolutely terrible at flirting or at finding love in general. He is also awful at picking up signs when another cat is flirting with him. He has had one love in the moons he has been alive. It was with a she-cat named Shalefloat. After her death, he was never the same. His parents were Ashclove and Ocelotclaw. His sister is Featherfly.
Apprentice, N/A
d e p u t y ( 25+ moons )
 Ryeplover ✿ Tomcat ✿ 34 moons
❀ African Violet & Green
An average-sized tom, Ryeplover isn't exactly tall but he isn't short either; one could say his legs are lower to the ground than most's. He has small, rounded paws along with a shortened tail that usually stays curled. As a tortoiseshell tabby cat, Ryeplover's appearance is mystifying yet distinct. A short, well groomed coat hugs this tom tightly as a light shade of brown starts his pelt off. Splotches of ginger and dark brown are brindled across his body except for his maw, chest, lower hind legs, and paws. Mackerel stripes cover him from his tail-tip to his front paws, each being a different shade of black, brown, and ginger. Ryeplover's maw, chest, lower hind legs and paws are stark white. Finally, a pair of hazy green eyes adorn this feline. Though he may seem easy-going and casual from afar, Ryeplover is quite the opposite around those he doesn't frequently chat with or trust. He's distant and very obscure with his words for he tends to keep his guard up, in case his own words can become someone else's. It may make the leader seem paranoid, but it is done for his protection. This tom does his best to be prudent and shrewd, though it's challenging when facing his clanmates. Ryeplover feels the desire to let go if he is making small talk even though his mother, Cragwing, taught him otherwise. Her teachings stick to his fur like mud and they are one of the few things he keeps in mind. They're ingrained into his mind and it has become instinct to rely on them. It explains why he's so tied to her teachings and it's very likely he will never let them go. He was born to his mothers, Cragwing and Juniperbee(birth mother), and had a surrogate father by the name of Gingernose.
Apprentice, Spirepaw
m e d i c i n e c a t s ( 15 - 100+ moons )
 Crookednettle ✿ She-cat ✿ 67 moons
❀ Hydrangea & Pink
Even in old age, the she-cat has not lost her strength. Although she's grown saggy in the gut, dulling of her skin, and thinning of her fur, her body is well-built and thick, with muscle enough to count as a warrior's lining her body- and it certainly isn't for show. One could say she could entirely pass as an older warrior- she is tall, wide, and stocky, frankly built like a tank, and yet she moves with a certain kind of wise grace and knowledgeable steps. Long, fine, thin fur plume off her entire body, making her appear twice her actual body size, which was already pretty large in the first place. It's relatively straight and without much ruffle or crease, instead creating a smooth ruff around her neck and face, an streaming off the rest of her body in great plumes, making her tail, which is also crooked and bent, almost a hinderance in the length of the fur that hangs there. Her ears are small and almost bear-like with an amount of tufting around them, and her gaze is often intense and almond-shaped, colored a sharp, deep green hue. The thick fur has a deep black base, touched delicately in various extremities such as her chin, chest, paws, stomach, and tail by white. Shreds of ginger-gold give a definition to her fur, patches against her face and bulk of her body. Dedicated and focused like no other, Crookednettle is entirely devoted to her work as a medicine cat, despite how much she tends to grumble and groan about the stupidity of the clan whenever she gets patients with particularly amusing stories behind their injuries. Smart as a whip, nothing tends to creep away from her watchful, keen eyes- nor escape her fiery tongue. While she does care immensely for her clanmates and their wellbeing, she is not exactly a bed-side friendly cat. Though she will offer all of her services and comforts, she is not sweet or gently spoken, often a tough-love type of cat, although she can be relatively soothing. She is less the cat to come to for comfort and more a cat to come to for a solution. There is a tendency in her to be ornery and fire-tongued, but her patience is long and she is not quick to anger.
Apprentice, Splashpaw
 Gullwake ✿ Tomcat ✿ 34 moons
❀ Calathea & Silver
As white tom with a splashing of dark gray on his back, rump and tail, Gullwake manages to live up to his name in more ways than one. He is often loud and vocal about his opinions, his yowl shrill and unsettling when he gets the chance to use it -- which is a lot. His stare is often unnerving; it is an unblinking look, much like a seagull as it stares deeply at an unattended bit of two-leg food before assaulting it greedily. The assault never comes from Gullwake, but it never fails to feel like he's going to swoop forward at any given point. In his deep, yellow eyes, however, his clanmates can absolutely see that he is vastly concerned for his patients and ensures that they are well taken care of while in the medicine den and makes them fully aware of everything they have to do to remain healthy once they leave. If you are one to cross his doctoral orders, however, it should come at no surprise when the tom forces you back under his cautious supervision in the medicine den again until he's sure that it is unneeded. The white and gray tom is a very clingy and worried little guy who is nothing more than a perfectionist at heart; perhaps this makes him well suited for the job as there are no excuses for mistakes in his mind. He does, however, tend to be very hard on Snippaw because of this attitude, pushing his apprentice to be the best medicine cat that he can be. He can also, unfortunately, bar anyone else from doing his job when he thinks he's the only one to be able to do it and is not particularly easy or fun to speak to when he's stressed out -- which is a good portion of the time. Gullwake is not a very pleasant individual, but he is unfortunately necessary.
Apprentice, Snippaw
m e d i c i n e c a t a p p r e n t i c e s ( 6 - 15 moons )
 Splashpaw ✿ Tomcat ✿ 8 moons
❀ Rubber Plant & Brown
A long-furred tom-cat with a grey pelt and white chest, paws and tail tip and large yellow-ish eyes that always appear alert. He is an average sized cat with big paws adorned with large claws which don't do him much because he is a Medicine Cat. Although Splashpaw is a quiet tom, he is ambitious and constantly questioning his surroundings and beliefs. He hopes to find new cures to illnesses and ways to treat his clanmates that has never been done before. Splashpaw always knew that he wanted to be a healer, from the moment he was let out of the nursery he was prancing around in the herbs trying to distinguish the smells and asking silly questions about healing broken bones. He still holds bitter feelings over his father's death, lack of knowledge of his mother's identity and the obsolete relationship with his only kin Leopardcloud. He tries to channel these feelings into his work, treating his clan-mates like family instead. He has a chronic chest problem which causes him to cough most of his waking hours. Though this use to embarrass him, he instead takes it as something positive since it means he gets a nest to himself far from his clan-mates, the perfect solitude he needs to think. Splashpaw was born shortly before his father's death in battle so he was cared for by a foster Queen, as well as the by the rest of the clan. Because of how he was raised, being around so many cats, and the death of Frostbush, may have influenced his decision to heal them instead of becoming a warrior.
Mentor, Crookednettle
 Snippaw ✿ Tomcat ✿ 6 moons
❀ Bat Plant & Silver
This tomcat is described as a golden brown tabby. His fur is a honey golden tinge overall with darker golden brown stripes and slashes running through it. This tomcat known as Snippaw is a medium-sized cat with longer, fluffy fur. He has small, dainty paws for a tom that compliment his slender body quite well. Atop square shoulders is a long neck and a wedge-shaped head. Perched upon the front of his head are two dark honey amber eyes. His left eye is flecked very subtly with hazel. Snippaw has a black and pink nose tipping his semi-long muzzle with silvery whiskers. Snippaw loves healing. He feels that it is his calling to help the sick and injured cats of his Clan. Snippaw especially loves growing, tending to, and creating poultices with herbs. This tomcat is an extreme flirt. He knows how to get what he wants just by batting his eyes and using sweet words. His flirty side doesn't come out all that often. It normally comes out when he gets really close with another cat and gets even the slightest hint of feelings or when he really wants something. Snippaw is a very gentle cat. He would never hurt a fly and very rarely gets angry. This is another reason why he chose the path of a medicine cat, so he would not have to fight another cat. Snippaw is Clanborn, having been born in the beginning of new-leaf. His mother is Featherfly and his father was Redwoodbranch. His father died of an infection from a bad scratch. His sisters are Spirepaw and Fernkit. Fernkit died shortly after birth.
Mentor, Gullwake
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 1, 2017 22:43:39 GMT -5
a l l e g i a n c e s . c o n t i n u e d s e n i o r w a r r i o r s ( 60 - 100+ moons )
 Featherfly ✿ She-cat ✿ 52 moons
❀ Calla Lily & Yellow
Just like her mother, this she-cat is a black cat. But unlike her mother, who had touches of grey on her pelt, she has splashes of white all over coming from her father's side. This she-cat has a very unique name. Featherfly. That seems like quite a strange name. She is a very round cat and has been since birth. She isn't fat, but she has a natural curve to her body. It starts with her spine having a larger curve than normal. Then her stomach also bulges out in the same fashion. And finally, her head is also rounded as well. Her pelt is long, much longer than her mother, Ashclove. Her whole frame, which is quite bulky looking, is coating in a midnight black swaddling, to help her blend into the shadows and become almost completely invisible when the sun goes down. Featherfly has a simple white color palette splashed upon this black hole of fur and brightens up the drab black tone. A large block head sits on a thickly cut neck with long, heavy fur. Two bright orbs cut through the fog of dark colors. Her eyes are round shaped but seem more flatter on the bottom. They are filled in with a light bubble blue color that make her look innocent. Featherfly is definitely an innocent cat. She will always be a kit at heart because she isn't very intellectual and seems to not know what is going on. She has a hearty sense of adventure and is also kind of nosy. She is always poking around into other cats' business because she is curious about practically everything. One thing about her that most should avoid is her excitement. This she-cat can easily become overly excited and bounce around like crazy when somebody tells her something in which he enjoys doing such as hunting and swimming.
Apprentice, N/A
w a r r i o r s ( 13 - 60 moons )
 Dawnshine ✿ She-cat ✿ 42 moons
❀ Bromeliad & Pink
A short-furred she-cat with pale orange fur that has swirls of orange-brown, and pale green eyes. Dawnshine is a very muscular cat, with a round face and if she wasn't so buff she would likely be very attractive. Her ears are torn from scuffles and battles, and there are small parts of fur on her back and tail that won't grow back. Dawnshine is intelligent and realistic, and is great at taking care of inner-clan conflicts. On the battle-field, she will be seen taking on the biggest opponents for herself and expects others to take care of themselves too. She is easy to talk to and tries to make it a priority to talk to any cat looking uneasy or troubled, mostly because she is concerned but also because she likes to insert herself into drama. Dawnshine can be self-centered and think too highly of herself at times, so it's best not to feed her ego. She can be seen inserting herself in business that isn't hers, and giving unwarranted advice. She was born a loner with her brother Hailstep, but they were hardly loners as they joined AnchorClan when they were just getting weaned from their mother, therefore they don't consider themselves ever having really been outsiders. She never felt the need to search for more of her kin, because she felt so accepted by the Clan all of her life she didn't think it was healthy for her to question, where there was likely no answers.
Apprentice, Martenpaw
Hailstep ✿ Tomcat ✿ 42 moons
❀ Calla Lily & Purple
A short-furred grey, brown and tan tabby tom-cat with a rather thick build, carrying weight especially on his belly and has a shorter than average tail. Hailstep has a white muzzle and chest, pale green eyes and is missing the tip of his right ear. Although being a little thick, he is a talented swimmer, so if one decides to spend time with him they will likely be coming back to camp wet from head to paws. Swimming, in his opinion, is one of the most relaxing things one can spend their day doing. He keeps great focus and patience, rarely losing his temper with anycat. Although he has many great qualities, Hailstep is just plain terrible at keeping friends or lovers. He feels uncomfortable getting feelings for any of his clan-mates or if he gets the sense that anycat has feelings for him. He would rather just keep things casual with everyone, and not form any solid relationships, though he actually hopes to challenge this one day. He was born a loner along with his sister Dawnshine, though neither of them really consider themselves ever having been outsiders because they arrived in AnchorClan at such a young age, and have been there for seasons. Unlike his sister who was content not knowing their past, Hailstep had spent many days when he was a new warrior trying to find more family, but he never found a trace. He feels there is unfinished business and that he is missing out on something by not knowing his kin.
Apprentice, N/A
 Barracudasnap ✿ Tomcat ✿ 41 moons
❀ Flowering Maple & White
As a kitten, Barracudasnap looked like a ball of fur; a blue-grey ball of fur, to be exact. It was hard to see his eyes, let alone his entire face. Luckily for this tom, things have evened out. With muscular features, Barracudasnap has broad shoulders to pair with his sturdy build. He is covered in a blue-grey colored coat that is only found on a certain breed; the Russian Blue. He has two thick coats; the undercoat being soft and downy while the other is soft to the touch. On both coats, the hairs are blue with silver tips. If you look at Barracudasnap's tail, you won't be able to see the unnoticed, dull stripes. He has dull pine green eyes. At his age, this tom isn't as spunky as he used to be-- wait, spunk? Barracudasnap never had such thing. He has always been mature and levelheaded. He never had the sort of excitement like most young warriors, apprentices, and kits have. He has always been mature beyond his moons. He has always been a fine warrior; a hardworking one at that. Always focused and determined are some key traits of this tom too. Barracudasnap focused on his training as an apprentice, but he was also very observant. His green eyes always seemed to linger on other cats and his blue-grey ears eavesdropped when they weren't supposed to. Sure, it earned him trouble, but the consequences behind it turned him into the warrior he is today. He doesn't care much for his annoying moronic clanmates and does his best to avoid them. Let's just say he keeps far, far away from them. This tomcat keeps to himself most of the time unless he is absolutely forced or required to.
Apprentice, N/A
 Whiskerbristle ✿ Tomcat ✿ 39 moons
❀ Bougainvillea & Blue
All liquid grace and a balance of sharp and soft angles. The line of his body is tall, lean, muscled, and relatively thin and long, spindly and seemingly endless with the length of his tail, much reminiscent of a snake or mink. While his posture is smooth, the crevices of his bones are sharply pointing from his body, making him appear even thinner and keen with the protruding of his haunches and elbows. His cranium follows this trend as a lemon-slice shape, cheekbones precise and razor, and his nose bridge is almost level with the broad of his forehead with a gentle slope. Large ears top his head, and his thin, almond-shaped eyes are a bright olive green. Covering his body is a coat of thin, fine, short cool, deep chocolate brown color untouched by any breakage in hue. The gloss of his fur tips the ends with a lighter, paler silvery shade that makes him appear almost waxed in some senses. He has notably long, white, ruffled whiskers. One can call Whiskerbristle a cat of languid and easy-going nature, and not always in a way that makes him easy to predict or understand. Charisma is his middle name and he loves to talk circles around others, armed with ideas astute and eccentric in equal parts. Quite confident, he has a tendency to be self-focused and adventurous, intent on retaining his independence and projecting a slight hint that he has a bit of a flighty personality and avoidance to connections and strong relationships with anyone or anything besides himself. Although he has a sense of morality and duty, one can't say the same for loyalty and faith. In a way, he can be manipulative and a touch condescending with some parts sardonic and neurotic. He has an odd quirk of calling others by petnames or shortened versions of their names.
Apprentice, Littlepaw
 Pumicefur ✿ She-cat ✿ 34 moons
❀ Bat Plant & Green
Pumicefur never really felt like she fit in as an apprentice; the small, pale gray she-cat was small and meek in comparison with everyone, her golden eyes always fixed on her white-tipped paws when she came into contact with anyone else. With her only sibling, Gullwake, as a medicine cat apprentice, she felt shy and lonely as she tried to make herself at home with the others. She often felt left out as most of the apprentices were older and had already formed friendships. Despite this, she carried on, never really out growing the shy aspect of her behavior, but she certainly began to feel less lonely. Earning the she-cat's trust and admiration is not a difficult feat; Pumicefur is as trusting and loyal as they come, always willing to lend a part of her open heart to most cats. Of course, this comes as a downfall; she loved many cats in her youth, falling this way and that for any tom or she-cat that showed her the smallest amount of affection. As an apprentice, of course, these sorts of experiences call for many broken hearts and tearful nights, leading the owner to wonder when anything will ever get better. In her adulthood, however, she's managed to keep a tight hold on those flippant emotions, knowing when to stop her fluttering heart from padding after a cat whose only goal was to simply be kind. She managed to land a mate, whom she loved dearly and had a litter of kits with. He died unexpectedly, leaving the pregnant queen heartbroken and alone to raise the kits she bared a moon later.
Apprentice, N/A
 Spongewhisker ✿ Tomcat ✿ 30 moons
❀ Anthurium & White
With looks resembling his sister, this tomcat is also a Siamese mixed with a Himalayan. His looks almost identical to his sister, Nematodeshine, but his features aren't as distinctive and his markings are actually quite dull and unnoticeable. With a name such as Spongewhisker, his looks are very easy to picture. Coating his larger frame is a plain dull cream color. Then the colors come, layered onto his pelt. The next is a pale ginger mixed with a dark cream that covers the drab base coat in sharp patches, covering him from nose to tail. The third and final layer is the highlights and lowlights of him looks. A simple brown color crafts the final touches to his pelt, giving him a mask around his eyes, coating his toes, and also only just dappling his tail with a few small spots. His features on his face aren't as sharp as Nematodeshine's. Rounded ears, a short and stubby muzzle, and two almond shaped eyes make up his face. His eyes are his best feature, so innocent yet piercing. They are a dark blue like the color of lapping waves on the ocean. Spongewhisker's personality is certainly not very appeasing. He is cranky and crabby most of the time, seeing much like an elder than a warrior. The only sweet part about this tomcat is the big heart he has for his sister. After their parents died and his sister developed schizophrenia, he has always been looking out for her. She is his best friend and everything he has to live for. He feels her pain as he knows that she was very close to their parents. When he isn't cranky, he can be an easily befriended cat, always trying to make new friends. His favorite activity is swimming, a true water bug at heart. The water is a soothing place to him where you can be at peace with yourself and he can be found always swimming after a fight. This tomcat has quite the sense of adventure. He is always exploring new places, even if that means crossing the Clan's borders to explore the unknown world. His mind is always whirling with new ideas and new ways to have every day an adventure. Spongewhisker can be a charmer when it comes to she-cats, being a real flirt at times. This trait isn't the best trait to have as he will flirt with any she-cat, even if he is already with somebody. He is a player, that's for sure. He doesn't try to be. In all honesty, he would love to be tied down with somebody and start a family, but he is always flirting with she-cats. It is just something he can't help.
Apprentice, N/A
 Nematodeshine ✿ She-cat ✿ 30 moons
❀ Celosia & Grey
This she-cat is one of the most paranoid cats you could ever possibly meet. She is afraid of every little sound, every shadow, and every tiny amount of movement. If you are stuck in the dark, you better not be stuck with her. Nematodeshine is a mixed breed, but shows characteristics of one main breed - Siamese. She has a pumpkin-colored pelt, mixed together with a brown that she received from her father's side. Her head is triangular, so right off the bat you can tell she isn't a pure Siamese. She has very intricate markings that have been crafted with such detail. These markings are sharp stripes that slice across her pelt in a vertical motion and come in the color of dark brown, but look black. Nematodeshine has two rounded ears perched atop her head and also shares two crisp blue eyes that are sunk deep into her head. Her muzzle is average and is tipped with a black nose. Her personality is very limited. She only has two sides to her. One side is her more normal side. This includes her flirtatiousness, her viciousness, and her quiet nature. On her other side is her paranoia. She is afraid of almost everything in this state. This is because she was heavily abused by her father, whom she actually had to killed in cold blood. She feels paranoid because it is almost like her father is watching her and like she can still hear his merciless tone ringing in her ears. She often goes to sleep early and does not like to stay outside camp once the sun has start to set. In this state, she often talks to herself and has the tendency to never stop talking.
Apprentice, N/A
 Salamandertongue ✿ She-cat ✿ 28 moons
❀ Black Viola & Brown
Overall, the young feline is relatively average in her body proportions, a tad on the shorter side, but with elegant lengths to her body that balance it out so she lacks a stocky build. Instead, she is rather thin and lithe, a willowy and nimble creature with a narrow chest and line of her body. Muscle is thick enough to cover her bones, saving her from being seen as gaunt, and instead creating an alluring vision of strength and athleticism. Her head is a modified wedge-shape, more pointed than rounded, with a small muzzle and button nose, filled out cheeks but high bones. and a steeply sloping nose bridge. Her ears are a little on the large size for her face, and her eyes are big and walnut-shaped, hued a bright, gentle green shade. Her fur is short, fine, and thin, sleekly following the line of her figure and without many ruffles and tufts. There are some little tufts framing her face and on the edges of her ears, a touch on her elbows, and at the base of her tail. The base of it is a pure, pristine white shade that is broken only by some large patches of off-setting colors that label her as a dilute calico. Cool blueish-grey silver patches delicately line her face, back, haunches, and tail, in large portions along her body. Pale ginger-cream patches further offset in smaller patches against the blue and white of the rest of her body. Relatively a friendly face, Salamandertongue is not all that difficult to befriend, but she can have a tendency to be aloof and difficult to understand her feelings on certain things. More often than not, she keeps her opinions to herself in order to preserve the feelings of others, and her intuitive and perceptive nature help her to keep her head in troubling situations. Curious and independent, she likes to do things her own way but can work well in a team with others who she can baby. But she is a hopeless romantic and can be a bit of a clumsy cat, not always well-composed in emotional situations, and her heart can be empathetic and sympathetic to others depending on the story.
Apprentice, N/A
 Rowanflame ✿ Tomcat ✿ 27 moons
❀ Bird of Paradise & Purple
Rowanflame is a tall, handsome, broad shouldered tom with a tan pelt and black patterns and stripes. He has yellowish eyes and medium sized ears. His whiskers are super long, and his paws are super big for mass destruction when battling. He has a long scar down the side of one of his legs and one along his back that he got from his parents when he was a rouge. Rowanflame is super kind to anyone in the clan if they are loyal, and nice. He is tough, and lets apprentices use him as a swingset and just laughs the whole time. He always tries again, and again, and again, and never gives up, unless super hurt or he cant move very well. He is super determined to be the best of his clan, and nothing less and nothing more. He helps out anyone in need and feels sad whenever a cat dies when him/her was right next to him and blames there death on himself. He would protect his clan with his life, and would save any cat in need, even if that means killing himself. He is not a fan of rouges or kittypets, especially not rouges, not after what his parents did to him when he was one. Super close to his sister and will always be on her side and will always have her back no matter what, even if she does something super bad.; Past rouge but then found AnchorClan. His mom and dad, were not very nice and would threaten to harm him and his sister, but eventually, there parents broke up and they were abandoned at only 10 moons and hardly could catch any prey, and almost starved to death. After a while of looking, they found AnchorClan and were gladly accepted in and have been loyal members since.
Apprentice, N/A
 Cloverclaw ✿ She-cat ✿ 27 moons
❀ Calla Lily & Grey
Grey, slim and skinny pretty she-cat with black stripes and designs. Big blue eyes, and long whiskers. She has super tiny paws unlike her brother, but still can pack a big punch. She also has a bushy tail. One of her sides has a scar from her parents when she was a rouge; Incredibly kind, nice, and makes you feel like you belong. She hardly ever gets mad, and when she does its usually not that bad, she will just storm off. She is usually shy around other cats, and would rather just not talk at all. But if she does know you, she is so much fun to be around. She loves kits, and hopes to have some of her own, but that's not her main focus. Her main focus is, being the best warrior/caretaker in the clan and to make sure to everyone that she belongs. She is not a fan of battling other cats and hates seeing the sight of blood from her clan-mates. She hates hunting too, but its needed to be done so she does it and tries not to show how disgusted she is. She is super close to her brother, Rowanflame and will always be on his side and have his back even if he does something really bad.; Past rouge but then found AnchorClan. Her mom and dad, were not very nice and would threaten to harm her and her brother, but eventually, there parents broke up and they were abandoned at only 10 moons and hardly could catch any prey, and almost starved to death. After a while of looking, they found AnchorClan and were gladly accepted in and have been loyal members since.
Apprentice, Frondpaw
 Crestwave ✿ She-cat ✿ 23 moons
❀ Hydrangea & Teal
A creamy ginger colored feline, Crestwave is quite athletic and lithe. She's bound to be in a lively, lighthearted mood when you see her as she's never one to stop doing anything. Whether she's holding a conversation or outside of camp, this she-cat is always on the move, no matter where her paws lead her. Having a more reddish orange pelt, darker classic tabby markings coil around Crestwave's body with ease. Her markings are bold and strong in color for they're tinged with some brown, though they are mostly dark ginger. With a long, thin tabby tail, a set of white whiskers and a pale pink nose accompany this she-cat. She has plain amber eyes. Crestwave has what you call a bleeding heart; she's a sympathizer and would give her all to help others, stranger or not. Unfortunately, she will forgive someone very easily if they cross her and take them back as soon as possible. She doesn't see the risks and jeopardy in life, which makes accepting them unfathomable. It can cause hindrances for Crestwave and those are the ones she's wary of accepting. Despite her worrying battles, this feline is devoted and committed to her clanmates, who she considers her true family.
Apprentice, N/A
 Leopardcloud ✿ She-cat ✿ 22 moons
❀ Black Viola & Red
A short-furred she-cat with leopard-like, smooth fur and pale green eyes like her father, a constant reminder. She is quite lanky and long legged with a tail that sweeps the ground and use to cause her trouble when she was an apprentice, always hitting the ground as she stalked her prey. She is very loyal, determined, and quick to act but Leopardcloud can also sometimes be seen as bossy when she gets frustrated, lashing out at the closest cat. She is also known to be kind of a klutz. She consistently feels like she is behind her clan-mates so she needs to find some way to overcompensate and wear herself out trying to go on all the patrols and help the apprentices. While she tries to be a strong and brave warrior, her heart is set on having kits one day to protect and teach all she knows, and to be there for them like her parents couldn't be. Leopardcloud has always been in AnchorClan, her mother dying during her birth and her father dying in battle during her apprenticeship, leaving behind her half-brother Splashpaw from an unknown she-cat. Her relationship with Splashpaw is overall nonexistent, and they treat one another as normal clan-mates. She doesn't think it is her place to involve herself in her half-brother's life now, since she never did even when he was a kit. The lack of any familial relationships has made Leopardcloud seek out someway to have close ties, but she ultimately always feels alienated.
Apprentice, N/A
 Kelpsplash ✿ She-cat ✿ 21 moons
❀ Amaranth & Purple
Kelpsplash is a long, lanky warrior with a heart of steel; nothing seems to knock this she-cat off of her feet. A swift strike to her face? Nothing she can't handle. A mighty wave bearing down on the shore she's scavenging across? Minor inconvenience. An ill-intended, sharp emotional jab at her? Their mistake for thinking she had feelings in the first place. Perhaps while Kelpsplash sees this as a strong and note-worthy attribute, the tortoiseshell tabby is not often granted this by her fellow clanmates, who often regard the she-cat as 'stand-offish' and 'stoic'. She's not on friendly terms with a lot of cats, despite her overall beautiful appearance, which manages to turn a couple of heads every now and then. She sports a wonderfully marbled mackerel tabby coat, mottled with patches of brown and orange fur. The pattern is clear and unobstructed through the mottling, and her pelt itself is thick and shiny. She has a lighter colored, almost white, undercarriage, still run through with brown stripes of her tabby fur and she had pale green eyes, almost dull against the shine of her coat. Under her harsh and rocky exterior, she has a fond and almost kit-like fascination with the natural world, spending hours of her free time out of the camp and slowly watching various insects, prey animals and even predators, observing their behaviors. She does the same with the ocean and refuses to let the fear of getting wet get in her way of checking out a starfish in a tide-pool or a weird looking fish that managed to get too close. Kelpsplash is quite the oddball among AnchorClan and is quite bitter about the fact that her symbolic flower and color tattle about her curiosities about the world, shattering the reputation she's built as a hardhearted-mean-machine.
Apprentice, N/A
 Grasswhisker ✿ She-cat ✿ 19 moons
❀ Heliconia & Purple
Soft, sweet, yet as talkative as a flock of sparrows. She is a hefty combination of favorable and unlikable traits all bunch up into a single being. With a pelt as soft as silk, miss Grasswhisker has a striking pelt of silver grey dappled with white to resemble freckles. Low-lights and highlights are created by different variants of the grey parts on her pelt. Her features are pristine and proper looking, like a pampered princess. Though that is something she is not and would never dream to be. She is a fighter and will prove that to anyone anywhere and anytime. In her pelt lingers scars from these fights, some deep and some just skimming the surface. With a wedge-shaped head complete with a long, flat muzzle with a pink nose, long ears with tufts on the tips, and two wide eyes pushed slightly far back in their sockets, this cat looks like different odds and ends tied together. Her eyes are her only good feature in her face. They certainly distract you from the rest of her. Her eyes are round and wide like orbs and are delicately filled in the careful brushstrokes of blue and silver, dancing together to form a sky blue iris. Grasswhisker is a hard worker and excels in any kind of academics. She is a book worm as well as a nerd because she can recite almost any code. She isn't quick to make friends, so she usually does things alone. She doesn't like being bossed around which comes to another flaw. She doesn't work well with others in the first place. She feels they are distracting and evidently pointless in most situations because she thinks she can do something better by herself than with a partner. She has a great and powerful speaking voice that draws your attention, but she can sometimes sound monotone and unappealing which can lead to people not following her orders.
Apprentice, N/A
 Finbrook ✿ Tomcat ✿ 15 moons
❀ Calla Lily & Black
A dark chocolate and white cat is the simple description of this tomcat. Finbrook is a relatively larger tom with long, thick legs and large paws. His chocolate brown fur is long and slightly curly, making his look signature and recognizable. He has a wide head with a shorter, flat muzzle that is tipped with a black nose. His ears are short and tufted, like a lynx's. His eyes are light brown and lemon-shaped. WIP
Apprentice, N/A
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 1, 2017 23:39:19 GMT -5
a l l e g i a n c e s . c o n t i n u e d a p p r e n t i c e s ( 6 - 13 moons )
 Frondpaw ✿ Tomcat ✿ 7 moons
❀ Chenille & Red
A young and rambunctious tom, Frondpaw is still vastly excited about the prospect of becoming an apprentice despite having been one for roughly a moon. His anticipation for the special event always managed to seep deep into his bones and emerge as his luxurious gray pelt standing on end, pale amber eyes glinting with vapid enthusiasm. His tail was and continues to be a wonderful indicator of his excitement level, and any sort of event will cause him to stand with his tail held high, strands of long, thick gray fur splayed out; his tail can very much resemble the frond of a palm tree as he does this. Overall, Frondpaw can somewhat be described as a touch... dumb. It is not uncommon for many cats to believe there to be rocks in his empty skull as he boldly charges into situations that aren't in his favor and refuses to think about his words before he blurts them out into the aether. It can also take the tom a little bit of time to catch onto physical tasks, such as hunting and fighting, and his strategic skills are not stellar by any means. While lacking in the brains for basic warrior training, he does have a seemingly unending amount of determination for anything he is remotely interested in and seems to have some sort of social skill to his name. The gray tom is very friendly and humorous, to clanmate and loner alike, and can manage to taste emotions in the air like a senior warrior tastes the scent of prey. He dislikes conflict and may slink away from bickering cats or try to keep his opinion out of it, fearing that he'd become part of the disturbance. As such, Frondpaw himself is a bit of an emotional sap and could never argue without becoming too emotional to think or speak clearly. It is also not uncommon for him to want to make another feel better only to accidentally leach off of the negative emotions that his companion exudes and reflect them back.
Mentor, Cloverclaw  Littlepaw ✿ She-cat ✿ 7 moons
❀ Heliconia & Magenta
Littlepaw is obviously tiny for she was named after her size and being the runt in her litter. Normally carrying a tart look on her face, this feline doesn't seem all that approachable. That is half of the truth, but the rest is left for one to figure out on their own. An array of classic calico colors dapple her medium-furred coat as long white hairs peel the ginger and black apart. Starting at her black nose begins a wave of white fur that gradually reaches beneath her and stops at her toes. As for Littlepaw's head, back and tail, that is where the classic colors surface. Both of her ears are pitch black which bleed down into her temples before stopping. Around her left eye, there is a streak of ginger. A short slash of black covers the bridge leading to her nose and a small yet thick patch of ginger sits besides it. The rest of this feline's face is white. Finally, her back and tail are broken into large patches as the colors (black and ginger) alternate. Littlepaw has copper eyes. Despite the bitter look on her face, this small cat was born with empathy and it's something she embodies. Littlepaw radiates of compassion and warmth, creating a world of a pleasantries. She's very pleasant to be around for this she-cat is amiable. Sometimes her pleasant side can be seen as too positive or irritating. She doesn't turn anyone's offers or suggestions down, though if the idea isn't the best.. she might take it out of pity. Sometimes she can be a little too nice to the part where others might find it peculiar, believing that Littlepaw doesn't really mean what she is saying.
Mentor, Whiskerbristle
 Martenpaw ✿ Tomcat ✿ 7 moons
❀ Bat Plant & Green
A combination of large yet lean, well-built and sturdy but flexible in his body. He is on the taller than average side and with a well-filled figure including stockier legs and haunches, but a thinner more nimble chest, shoulders, and overall balance of length to width. Though he is a bit larger than average, his typical hunched posture makes him appear a tad shorter and stockier than he really is with the bulk of his body concentrated into a ball. His tail is average, but the thickness of his fur makes it appear shorter than it is. His cranium is a compromise between sharp and broad, with an overall large canvas and filled-out cheeks, but with a lemon-slice taper of his forehead to his nose, with a gentle nose slope that is almost the same level as his forehead. Average, heavily-tufted ears offset his large, baby-doll like pale green eyes. Across his body is a covering of medium-length, fine, thin fur that has a habit of tufting wherever his body has a crease, creating ruffles and spikes along his body, including filling out his face and neck in a ruff, tufting his ears, and streams and puffs along the backs of his legs, haunches, and into the base of his tail. The coat has a base of white, but is widely patched in pale, orange-cream asymmetrical patches that decorate his back, legs, and face. There isn't much confidence or self-assurance with this one, and certainly not much for bravery. Martenpaw does his best to remain out of the way of pretty much everyone, always, and is often seen alone or off to the side, quietly contributing to conversations but not much more, although he is relatively well-meaning and gentle. One can say he is a nervous sort, but lacks self-consciousness, and seems pleased enough to just be himself, and doesn't seem to look up to or idolize anyone or anything. He's quite the independent cat and likes to do things on his own, sometimes not working well in a team because of this, and he is often fickle with his emotions and loyalties.
Mentor, Dawnshine
 Spirepaw ✿ She-cat ✿ 6 moons
❀ Lotus & Blue
Description, personality, history
Mentor, Ryeplover
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 1, 2017 23:46:30 GMT -5
a l l e g i a n c e s . c o n t i n u e d q u e e n s ( 19 - 100+ moons )
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❀ Plant & Color
Description, personality, history
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k i t s ( 0 - 6 moons )
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e l d e r s ( 120+ moons )
 Sparrowclaw ✿ Tomcat ✿ 125 moons
❀ Chenille & Yellow
A fluffy, short-furred tom-cat with a tortoiseshell pelt. The majority of his chest and belly are a burnt orange tone, and his eyes are bright green which stand out from his darkly colored fur. He is a small cat, with a short torso and an average frame. Sparrowclaw use to be much more muscular and toned when he was younger, but the years have left him frailer with hard hearing and arthritis. He is reserved, not letting many cats in to know about his life, though he can talk all day about other cats he has memories of. He hardly complains, most likely because he has nobody he can connect to to vent to. He was a skilled prey hunter when he was younger, able to hear the lightest noises on the ground, which is now a nuisance to him as he feels every pitter-patter of kits running around camp, disturbing his sleep. Sparrowclaw is AnchorClan-born to a mother and father who were with him for most of his life, along with his brother who died as a senior warrior. His sister died quickly as an apprentice from illness that she had been suffering with since she was born. Having been with his family most of his life and never experiencing loneliness, he was reluctant to join the Elder's den where there are usually not very many cats, but he accepted his new role once his hearing became too bad to distinguish predators from prey, and his arthritis prevented him from going far from camp.
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 1, 2017 23:57:32 GMT -5
a l l e g i a n c e s . c o n t i n u e d r o g u e s
Name ✿ She-cat ✿ Age in moons
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Name ✿ Gender ✿ Age in moons
Description, personality, history
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 2, 2017 17:19:09 GMT -5
n e w s & u p d a t e sDecember 3rd, 2017 :: AnchorClan is officially open. Sand, Dagegen5, Honcho, and Catdaddy have joined!
December 4th, 2017 :: Phoenix has joined AnchorClan! month day, year :: in character r u l e s & g u i d e l i n e s
r u l e I :: Activity - Please be active to best of your abilities. Inform us if any complications come up or if you are going to be inactive for a period of time. This rule is flexible as school, work and other events can occur. The general base line is if you are have not been on the thread for over a month, you will be removed. I would like to keep this Clan up and running for a long time!
r u l e II :: Characters - Please make your characters dynamic and round. This means your character must have depth, grow and change in the course of the role-play. Try to make a character balanced with flaws and strengths and work off that. Some static and flat characters are okay once in a while, but don’t go overboard. Just remember make your character compelling and fair for the role-play. In addition, there are no limits on how many cats you have just make sure it’s a reasonable amount that you can handle.
r u l e III :: Attitude - As stated in the forum rules and I quote: "1. Be courteous – Do not insult, attack or tease, even if it’s just meant as a joke. Comments come across differently written than they do face-to-face, so what is funny to one might sound insulting to another." - Admin. Please keep the drama in the role-play, not during chat. If any member keeps up with a rude, disrespectful remarks, you will be kicked out of this thread and/or reported.
r u l e IV :: Literacy - This is an advanced thread. You must properly capitalize, punctuate, and spell to the best of your abilities and please refrain from posting in the 1st person. There is no minimum amount of sentences required for each post, but we encourage you to expand more on your character’s actions.
r u l e V :: Romance - I will state right away that any and all sexualities are accepted. Anything within the LGBTQ+ community is welcome here. However, all mating and romantic roleplaying but be kept at a PG level. Otherwise we could risk the page getting deleted and possibly offending others.
r u l e VI :: Extras - Kit-stealing is not allowed, same with other types of kit-__ing. Do not plagiarize from this page; you will be reported for those transactions. Obviously, don't make cats with unrealistic pelt colors, eyes colors, or super powers. Along with realism, do not god-mod, power-play, or spot-light your characters. Allow for others to respond and have a chance to properly react to your post. Basically, follow the forum rules and we will get along perfectly fine! If you don't, there will be consequences! p r e y & p r e d a t o r sPrey
✿ Birds - northern cardinal, pheasant, i'iwi, 'apapane, 'amakihi, 'elepaio, oma'o (hawaiian thrush), 'lo, myna, sparrows, duck, moorhen, dove, seagulls
✿ Fish - lizardfish, convict tang, moorish idol, raccoon butterflyfish
✿ Frogs, lizards, newts, geckos
✿ Small animals - rabbit, mouse, vole
Predators
✿ Hawaiian Monk Seal
✿ Nene [hawaiian goose] (for smaller, vulnerable felines)
✿ Tiger shark
✿ Mountain goat
✿ Pueo [hawaiian owl] (for smaller, vulnerable felines)
✿ Feral dog
✿ Indian Mongoose (smaller felines)
Neutral
✿ Red-tailed Tropicbird
✿ Hawaiian hawk
✿ Frigatebird
✿ Hawaiian hoary bat
✿ Dolphin
✿ Whale
✿ Axis Deer, Mule deer
✿ Rats
✿ Hawksbill turtle c r e d i t
This Clan could not have been done without the help of my amazing friends. All ideas were worked on by Feathertalon, Sand, Rain, Wolfey, and Myst the Extra. This group of people are amazing human beings and I am very grateful. The layout was created by myself, Dampreed. Rain came up with the idea of the Clan lore.
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 2, 2017 17:20:52 GMT -5
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 2, 2017 17:21:42 GMT -5
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 2, 2017 17:52:41 GMT -5
AnchorClan is now OPEN!
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Post by Sand on Dec 2, 2017 18:36:22 GMT -5
[[ ahh, it’s finally open!
I’ll post my characters on the joining page when I can. ]]
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 3, 2017 19:14:11 GMT -5
[ Anybody want to roleplay? Everyone is added and the current apprentices have been assigned mentors. ] |
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Post by Morticat on Dec 3, 2017 20:02:40 GMT -5
( Joining now! )
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 4, 2017 2:42:08 GMT -5
((I'll throw out a couple starters before I head to bed!  They aren't the greatest, unfortunately...))
Gullwake sunned himself, lying with his paws tucked into a loaf and tail wrapped around his body, eyes lazily drifting across the clan as he enjoyed the small bits of peace that he could manage to get. The tom's pale yellow eyes barely even glimmered with any sort of emotion; he seemed uninterested and tuned out from the world at the moment. To further drive the point home, the tom had been grooming himself but stopped suddenly, leaving a small tip of his tongue hanging from his jaws as he spaced out. Times like this, where the tom could find his mind clear and unimpeded by concerns, were far and in between. He hadn't realized how much he enjoyed the lack of stress, which was something that should really be self-evident.
Granted, the medicine cat managed to be somewhat conscious of his outward appearance and he eventually tucked his tongue back into his mouth a little sheepishly. It changed nothing about his attitude, of course, and the tom remained just as lazy as before. Gullwake managed to pull his legs out from under him and laid on his side, the sun now warmly shining onto his uncovered belly. That was nice, he realized, and his eyes pulled shut as he soaked in the waning rays of leaf-bare.
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Kelpsplash's paws carried her to wherever she wanted to go, especially when she had the time to do so. Today, it seemed they had decided upon the Shell Coast, perhaps to scout out a crab or to find the black and white birds with long, pink legs again. Of course, those birds didn't frequent the ocean as much as they did inland pools of water, something she found to be particularly curious. Her paws slid into the sand as the she-cat arrived at the destination and she couldn't help but wiggle her toes a little bit. The torbie glanced around, ensuring that no one was around, and let out a soft sigh at the soft grains that tickled underneath her thin paw fur. They were warm with the sun and dry enough to shift without much pressure.
The sensation continued as Kelpsplash padded forward, closer to where the water met the land, and the sand began to become less loose between her toes, clustering and shifting unevenly. Eventally, her paws became wet to the touch as the sand grew fully compact underneath her, soaked heavily with the sea. Her pawprints filled with water and were erased as soon as she lifted her paws from the gap; the waves were not the cause of this, Kelpsplash knew, and she assumed that water from the soaked shoreline filled the gap from underground. She lightly remembered getting the same effect by digging in this type of sand.
The she-cat lifted her head from focusing on her paws, and drew her eyes out to the ocean, the blue water glinting sharply in the sunset. She wondered if the ocean was all there was, or if other small bits of lands existed out of her sight line. That had to be true, she pondered, thinking of the two-legs that managed to make it to the island; barring that two-legs didn't suddenly materialize out of nothing, they surely had to come from somewhere. Kelpsplash shook her head, whiskers twitching at the question that marred her mind. It wasn't worth the brain power to think about things that no other cat would care about and ask silly questions that never managed to amount to anything useful.
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Post by Honcho on Dec 4, 2017 9:07:21 GMT -5
Rowanflame stretched in the warrriors den, he had just woken up from a really good nap. As he walked out, he saw really no cats around, but then saw the medicine cat, Gullwake, sunning himself. Mine as well see if he needs help. Rowanflame thought and walked over to him, "do you need me to collect anything for ya?" He asked him. Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 4, 2017 20:15:20 GMT -5
Gullwake's golden eyes snapped open as he heard a voice and he let out a moderate grumble when he lifted his head to stare at the murderer of his daylight nap. Rowanflame; a cheerful and happy-go-lucky warrior. Also loud, at least in Gullwake's opinion; to be honest, the medicine cat found many of his clanmates to be far too loud for their own good, even if he himself could be a shrill banshee at times. He briefly noted that the warrior himself looked well-rested and his eyes still had a bit of sleep in their corners; this fact managed to make the medicine cat a little bitter, as he barely had begun to nap himself. "Well, I was doing my best to gather sleep, but it seems that others know how to best spend my time," he responded haughtily as he rolled onto his stomach before sitting up straight.
He was about to dismiss the warrior with a flick of his tail, telling him to find business with some apprentices or other warriors and leave him be, but he managed to stop his bitter emotions from surfacing. His mind had settled from the initial shock of getting up and Gullwake thought, perhaps this could be a good thing. The tom considered, for a moment, that gathering some catmint wouldn't be a terrible option: the cooler moons could spell a problem for the various coughs that plagued the clan. They never managed to become life-threatening, as prey ran efficiently well throughout the seasons and no cat seemed to become weak with starvation, but it would make the healing process a touch easier.
Gullwake cleared his throat at Rowanflame and looked into his eyes, speaking with an almost uninterested voice, "We could make a trip to the Resort and find some catmint. I dislike going alone or with Snippaw; the twolegs always want to get close to us for some reason; it would be nice to go with a warrior who could at least... threaten the beastly things."
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Post by Morticat on Dec 4, 2017 23:15:02 GMT -5
Splashpaw quickly licked up the remains of a vole, shaking his head to clean his whiskers off. He hadn't been apprenticed very long yet, only two moons ago and he was still having a rather difficult time applying and distributing herbs correctly. He wanted to badly to learn new skills, just as his fellow clanmates were with their mentors, but he was slowly coming to terms with the fact that his work was more meticulous in a way. Splashpaw sniffed at a low bundle of herbs, internally telling himself to remember to tell his mentor that they needed to collect more.
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Post by Honcho on Dec 4, 2017 23:33:02 GMT -5
Rowanflame scowled. "I dont have to help ya know!" He growled, "try to be nicer, we are a clan, shouldnt we be nice to each other?" He realized that Gullwake was always busy helping the clan out, and he kinda felt bad for waking him up, but hey, he had something to do now. "Thanks for calling me scary, now lets go!" Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Dec 5, 2017 9:58:13 GMT -5
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yo yo, got all of my characters up and finished. They're open for relationships if anyone is interested. I'll get some starters up when I'm accepted and have some time! c:
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Post by Morticat on Dec 5, 2017 12:13:26 GMT -5
( ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ », we could do training with Splashpaw and Crookednettle? )
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 5, 2017 13:00:58 GMT -5
[ Hey guys. Everyone has been added and mentors have been updated. I'm going to make some roleplay profiles and then work on starters! ] |
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 5, 2017 13:13:04 GMT -5
[ snippaw ;; anchorclan camp ]
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Dec 5, 2017 18:08:04 GMT -5
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c r o o k e d nettle -- medicine cat den
Despite her gaining moons, the massive medicine cat did not tend to remain in her nest in the mornings. Instead, she awakened primly before her companions, her comrades and clanmates, in the early dew and let the blue and orange shadows paint her visage. Often times she would take this time to depart into the territory, alone and quiet, a passing shadow carrying bundles upon bundles of feathery reeds and palettes of flowers that had some kind of purpose, resting in her den alongside their duplicates and other herbs. Working from dawn and into the long stretch of night sky tended to be her habits. And so when she appeared a high tower behind her apprentice, Splashpaw, her vibrant, dark green eyes were deep with thought and hours of awareness clocked on,
" When ya ready, we'll go get some more. " A crooked, long-feathered tail inched minutely towards the pile of assorted treatments that her apprentice had been studying. The medicine cat glanced at the finished prey, and although hardly a change came to her, a bit of the regular tension at her expression relaxed a bit. Good, he'd eaten something.
m a r t e n paw -- camp
While much of camp seemed to be either doing something productive or napping, the doe-patched apprentice didn't seem to be doing much of anything at all. Instead, he sat off by himself- a common occurrence- and seemed quite focused on a gentle, rare little creature that had found place with him. A beautiful butterfly, all orange and black and white-tipped, the size of the paw of his that it currently balanced on, slowly pulsing its wings up and down. The apprentice was frozen in place, pale green-yellow eyes riveted upon the gentle, bare whisper of a press of its black legs against the white of his furred toes. How it could seem so pleasant with him was something of clear intrigue and pleasure to the apprentice, his tail gently curling behind his spine.
After a few more pulses, strength came to the butterfly and it fluttered up and off of Martenpaw's toes and into the sky, and he watched it go with a smile and gentle visage. What a nice companion to have for a few moments. Looking to the rest of camp, the laying apprentice now surveyed the bustle of everyone else- or lack thereof. The patched apprentice briefly considered visiting his mother, Snowfluff, but as a queen who returned to being a warrior, she was quite busy with patrols. His half-siblings certainly were out living life as well doing whatever they did, and he assumed his father was off by his lonesome, back-alley smile self in the territory somewhere.
s a l a m a n d e r tongue -- camp
The little cat made for an amusing sight, her dilute calico self spilled out on the ground just out of the warrior's den. Her spine pressed against the ground and her stomach was presented to the sky, the pale white fur eagerly soaking up the rays of sunshine that fell easy and naturally through the camp. While the regular passerby would think the warrior was simply sunbathing, it was in fact her curious nature had once more prompted her to the unconventional experiments- or rather, something that seemed rather unnecessary. Currently, the calico was comparing the heat of her warming stomach to the heat of the ground directly beside her which also was decorated by bright streams of sunlight. Would it be warmer? Colder? How fun and interesting!
Salamandertongue seemed to want something to keep her mind entertained on a constant basis. Focusing on something like this seemed to satiate that for a little bit, but later on she'd likely offer herself for patrol or the like if someone else didn't take her attention first.
w h i s k e r bristle -- camp
It had been a rather... boring and mildly annoying morning for the adventurous and devilish feline. Currently, his muscled, lean body slipped back into camp, a collection of scaled fish caught in the ivory teeth in his maw, prevented from escaping his grasp despite how slippery they were. The confidence of his walk and the attractive gleam to his pale, mint green eyes gave nothing away for the fact it had taken him 10 minutes trying to keep all the fish in his mouth after he'd caught them. He'd found them continuously weaseling away from his mouth and forcing him to chase after prey that was already dead; he had to catch it a second time. While he made a little game out of it in the beginning, after a while it simply became an irritating fly buzzing in his large ears.
With an elegant dip of his sharp cranium, Whiskerbristle deposited the fish on the prey pile, leaning back so his healthy-pink tongue could rasp away the slime left behind from their watery scales. Deciding to open himself up to a little tango of the tongues- conversation- the tall warrior settled beside the pile. Cats came here all day throughout the day and with him standing here, his green eyes and languid smile were inescapable to most. He'd find himself a conversation partner soon enough- to talk or hunt or whatever else. He'd much rather go adventuring with them, but he didn't think most cats would appreciate him dragging them out to the great wide oceans on a quest to find some interesting treasure in the forms of shells or whatever else washed up. Hmm, maybe they would like that. If they were cute, the tom might even give them some as a little warm present. Of course, he'd also tell them that the shells they piled together were "theirs"- really, meaning it was his and he was going to use them or throw the back in the ocean or what have you. But hey, the companion wouldn't be focused on that when they received such a present of one and the warm presence of himself!
A real confident hound he was, sharp eyes scintillating and staring into camp in the dark brown of his visage as he raised a slim-boned paw, tongue rasping over his toes slowly as he cleaned them of dirt and pebbles and sand.
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Post by Morticat on Dec 5, 2017 19:12:07 GMT -5
Splashpaw had been deep in thought while observing the herbs ahead of him, and at the sudden sound of Crookednettle's voice behind him he jumped to his paws, surprise showing in his yellow eyes as he turned around. He let out a rumbling purr and dipped his head, and he was quickly distracted by thoughts of the territory. He pictured vivid images of the Herb Gardens, secluded inside was the aroma of plentiful herbs which gave one a serene yet very aware feeling as soon as they stepped paw in the cove. The only other place he could think of as comforting as the Herb Gardens was probably his nest where he could lie awake and think once his clan-mates had fell asleep. His usual chronic chest cold began for the day; it usually started acting up once he ate his first kill, and ended once he fell into a deep sleep. This brought him back to reality and he nodded at his mentor, If you've eaten and you're ready, then so am I." Splashpaw responded. He looked back at the herbs that were low and tried to remember what it was called and what it's use was.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 5, 2017 19:28:03 GMT -5
Gullwake stood to his paws, his ear flickering at Rowanflame's comment but overall electing to ignore his request for... 'niceness.' "That's not the first time anyone's asked that of me... nor will it be the last," he thought, stretching his jaws wide in a yawn. The medicine cat was quite aware of his sour behavior more often than not, and knew that perhaps some cats might frown upon his general demeanor. Gullwake's job as a medicine cat, however, was not to be inherently friendly, but to be a key part to clan structure and life, ensuring the health and safety of its members. The tom shuddered pleasantly as the rest of his body followed suit with the yawn; he arched his back and extended his claws, feeling the muscles beneath his pelt relax, relieved of knots and stiffness.
He continued to ponder about Rowanflame’s comment, however, finding that perhaps the warrior had a... minor point, if anything else. Apart from being upset about his rude awakening, Gullwake found that had no quarrel with him; the brown tabby just wanted to help out with some of the responsibilities that stuck to the medicine cat’s pelt, even if that meant he looked much like a kit, eager to just set a paw out of the nursery for the first time. He made a face at Rowanflame, attempting a kind smile that came out a touch too forced. ”Too much,” he thought, returning to his original look.
Gullwake began to stride away from the tom, rolling his eyes as he chuckled at his apparent audacity for suggesting that a warrior should look terrifying. "I figured it was a compliment!" he shrilly replied as he turned his head to smirk at the warrior, his eyes alight with playful teasing, "I've seen the way warriors behave when they get scars! They're so proud; they think they look sooo much meaner and tougher with them. I've even had some go so far as to disobey my orders for resting, specifically so they could get nastier looking ones!"
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Post by Sand on Dec 5, 2017 21:52:32 GMT -5
[[ I'll get some starters up tonight ~ ]]
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Post by Honcho on Dec 6, 2017 9:04:10 GMT -5
"Thanks that really helps!" Rowanflame laughed. And followed Gullwake, finally realizing that Gullwake could be nice! He just never chose too. "So did you do anything other today then laying in the sun?" He asked, trying to start a conversation between the two cats. Coding by P H O Σ N I X
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Post by [ ᴅᴀᴍᴘʀᴇᴇᴅ ] on Dec 12, 2017 16:15:55 GMT -5
[ Hey guys. I’ve been extremely busy because the semester is wrapping up. Just keep roleplaying! ]
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