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Post by ivythorn on Mar 8, 2018 0:07:00 GMT -5
 Hi Guys! post two numbers, both of them being in between 1 and 50! This will create a warrior cat name, and I will write a backstory and bio for you kitty! Pls post I love doing this! Creating cute kitties with cool backstories is so fun! Extra Information: -You can create as many cats as you'd like! You can even specify if you want me to create a mate, or kittens for your cat. |
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Post by ivythorn on Mar 17, 2018 22:18:04 GMT -5
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Post by WhispersintheMist on Mar 19, 2018 7:21:38 GMT -5
21 and 44
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Post by ivythorn on Mar 24, 2018 15:49:34 GMT -5
Fisheye for Wingshadow!!
Fisheye is a dark grey tabby tom with pale yellow eyes. He was born into Riverclan with 1 sibling. Her and his sister, Minnowpelt, a dark grey and white she-cat with yellow eyes. When they became warriors, they started drifting apart. Fisheye had always been a quite, watchful tom, and his sister had been much more outgoing. She was still outgoing, but was spending less and less time with him and with the deputy and leader of the clan. She had always wanted to be leader. Fisheye tried to support her, but she did many things that he didn’t agree with. She was always advecating to fight until the war was won and the other clans where driven out. She was a small cat, but filled with rage and ambition. Fisheye didn’t know what was happening to his sister, and tried to connect with her. She said if he continued acting like a cowardly kittypet, she wouldn’t even make him deputy when she was a leader. The two siblings seperated.
Fisheye got an apprentice to train, Shadepaw. He was extreamly fond of his young apprentice and thought of her as a daughter. He was happy when Minnowpelt moved to the nursery with a kind warriors kits. He was less happy when she emiediatly seperated with her “Mate” and told him she had used him to further her bloodline. When Whitekit, Fogkit, and Greylingkit were born, Minnowtail raised them to be the best apprentices the clans had seen. Fisheye was worried about how his sister was raising her kits, and asked her what she was doing. She spit back that she was doing the right thing. When he fell asleep that night, starclan led him to the dark forest where he saw his sister training to be a killer. She cought sight of him before he disapeared, and niether of them ever brought it up. The tiptoed around each other, until Minnowtails kits grey up and she was named deputy. Fisheye wavered in between telling the leader about his sister and between staying loyal to his family. He was going to tell him, but the leader ended up loosing his final life in a battle Minnowtail had urged him to start. No one had known he was on his last life. She became leader far too quickly, but she was overjoyed. She named Blackfish as her deputy, and led the clans into an age of warfare and battles.
Fisheye lost his apprentice in a pointless battle with Windclan. Minnowstar didn’t seem to care, and Fisheye though that she must still be training in the dark forest. Even if he couldn’t tell the dead leader, he could tell the clan. He told a group of cats he could trust, and they organized a coup to rid their leader of the star in her name and make her be a regular warrior. Fisheye was never cut out for crowds and leadership, but regretfully became the leader of this group to kick his sister out. He knew it would be better for her, and though her soul could be saved. He brought his sister out to hunt with him in the pouring rain one night. He told her it was to bond with her, and get back on track. Minnowstar agreed, glad her brother wasn’t being such a “Stick in the mud” When she was out far enough from camp, half of her clan ambushed her, saying she needed to either leave or become a warrior and let Blackfish take over. Minnowstar laughed, nodded as if she agreed, and then lept at the tom who sugested she leave. She was about to rip his throat open before Fisheye lept at her, pinning her to the ground. He told her to give up, but she wounded him, not stopped the fight. The rolled over a small cliff overlooking a stream in their terrirory, and fell into the water. Fisheye held on to his sister as she lost cauntiousness by hitting her head, and dragged her to safety, happy that she had stopped attacking him and things could go back to normal. When the cats examined her closly, the saw that she had hit her head on the rock too hard, and that she was dead.
Fisheye was forgiven for killing his sister, and returned to his clan. Blackfish became Blackstar. Fisheye tried to make up with Minnowstars kits, and Whitekit and Fogkit ended up forgiving him. Greylingkit never did, and Fisheye couldn’t blame him.
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Post by ivythorn on Mar 25, 2018 13:38:34 GMT -5
Whitepatch for Sparkly
Whitepatch is a white she-cat with amber eyes, grey paws and a sadle like grey patch on her back. She was an only child of her thunderclan litter. Her mother, Rubblepelt was a rude, distant cat. She thought it would be better to raise a cat to be strong than raise a cat kindly. Whitepatch grew up as a quite, competive kit. She wavered between being loud and rude and keeping quite. She was extreamly obidiant to her mother, even if she wasn’t kind to her. If she messed up in front of her mother, she would be punished. Whitepatch lived in fear for most of her life. When she became a warrior, she was allowed a bit more freedom from her mother with her duties. Her mother wasn’t happy, but had moved on with her own life. She wanted her kit to become a deputy, but knew she had given Whitepatch enough drive to become a great warrior. Whitepatch asked her mother if she had ever loved her, but her mother said that she had done more than loved her, she had made her great. Love was useless.
Whitepatch was restless and confused. She was often on patrol with this tom from her clan, Mudheart. Mudheart was kind at first, and she liked hanging out with him. Her mother told her it would be a mistake to be with him. Whitepatch had never made a mistake that large in her mother eyes, but she wanted too. She wanted to do something her mother wouldn’t aprove of, live her life like she wanted to. Mudheart wasn’t the right choice for her. Whitepatch didn’t know anything but rudeness and anger from her mother, and didn’t understand that her and Mudheart wern’t right. She thought fighting with her mate was fine. Mudheart would take her to twoleg nests to steal food, and they trespassed on other clans territories with impunity. Whitepatch wanted to be deputy, but she was distracted with Mudheart, and some other cat ended up taking the spot. Her mother was furious, and stopped talking to her daughter. Whitepatch ended up spending all her time with Mudheart, and forgetting about being a deputy. They fought all the time, and broke up and got back together constently. Whitepatch got out of shape, and didn’t care that she was turning into an unimportant member of the clan.
One night, Whitepatch was confronted by Mudheart when she was hunting by herself. He accused her of seeing someone else by Mudheart. This was not true, as Whitepatch had never seen anyone besides from Mudheart. She tried to explain this to him, but he didn’t belieave her. He said she had always been a liar, and was as uptight and terrible as her mother. He attacked her, thinking no one in the clan was there to stop him. He was going to kill her out of misplaced jeleosy, but then Whitepatches mother came out of the darkness. Whitepatch was overjoyed, but her mother simply looked the two of them over, and told her that “This is your mess, and you can get out of it yourself. You probably deserve this anyway.” Then she padded away, leaving her.
Whitepatch expected to feel inconsolable, but she was instead filled with anger. She flipped Mudheart over, and bit into his neck, tearing him apart. When her actions had sunk in, she fled the scene, running back to her clan.
After a bit of time had past, Whitepatch got back on her feet. She let go of her past mate, realizing he had been aweful and they had only made each other worse. Whitepatch starting joining more and more patrols, focussing on her clan and her possition in it. When the old deputy died, she was made deputy. Everything was perfect in her life. Her mother was sick, but she wasn’t visiting her. She didn’t want to consort with the cat that had nearly let her die.
Her clan pressured her to reconect with her poor old mother in the medicine den. Whitepatch finally conceded and visited Rubblepelt. She asked her why she had left her when Mudheart had tried to kill her. Rubblepelt laughed, saying that she knew that Whitepatch was going to win. She leaned forward, rotten breath hot against Whitepatches cheek. She had been the one to tell Mudheart that her daughter had cheated on him. She had been the one to ensure that her daughter had killed the tom that had been useless to her future. She had been the one to clean up the body. She hadn’t been able to beleave Whitepatch had been so stupid as to forget to clean up the body. Rubblepelts last words to her daughter were “Your a fool”. As she died, Whitepatch walked away.
Things were calmer after those two died. Whitepatch did a terrific job as deputy. After seasons, she found a new mate. Flameleap. He was kind and considerate and her best friend, and ever day she spent with him she had a smile on her face and a light heart. He finally convinced her to have kits, and she went to the nursery to have 4 kittens. Her and Flameleap named them Swiftkit, Streamkit, Patchkit, and Flarekit. She loved her kit with all her heart, and let them know that she loved them every day. She was a good mother.
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Post by Stormwing on Mar 25, 2018 20:30:58 GMT -5
22 and 11
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Post by anxi0us on Mar 29, 2018 22:48:33 GMT -5
16 and 18
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Post by ivythorn on Mar 30, 2018 0:18:53 GMT -5
Tempestfang for Stormwing
Tempestkit was born into Riverclan. He was a dark grey tabby tom with blue eyes. He was the best kit of his litter, and very sucsessful in Riverclan. He was apprenticed around the same time as Dustpaw, a she-cat from another litter. They were best of friends, always tail in tail, being mischievious and caussing trouble. They were still both very high respected in the clan. When they became warriors, the clan expected them to become great.
Eventually, they became mates, having 1 kit together. They were very young parents, just out of their apprenticship. Ripplekit was a grey tabby like his father, with his mothers amber eyes. Tempestfang was an overjoyed, young father that thought his kit was the best thing in the world. He wanted Dustheart out of the nursery so they could be warriors together again, but that was the only drawback. Eventually there son was apprenticed. One day Tempestfang and Dustheart were out patrolling together, and came across a collectio of twoleg pelts. They smelled something delicious on a metalic structure, and tried to steal some of it. They were both young and full of themselves, and thought nothing could hurt them. They were captured by twolegs in the middle of their attemt, and put in cages. After a few days, they were brought to a twolegs house and trapped there.
The twolegs already had a cat trapped with them, a Kittypet named Dandelion. As the clan cats worked towards escape, Dustheart spent more and more time with Dandelion. She loved being a clan cat, but Dustheart thought there could be more than being a clan cat. Dandelion had told her about the large world out there that she hadn’t known existed. She asked Tempetfang if he wanted to leave the clans with her and travel, but he said that was rediculous. The sharp tongued she-cat nearly left to rejoin her clan and old mate, but ended up staying with Dandelion and leaving. Tempestpaw was confused and embaressed that his best friend and mate would leave him to become a kittypet. He ended up sneaking back to his clan and never going back to the twolegplace. He told his clan that Dustheart had died like she told him to say.
The clan cats knew he had been a kittypet, and were disgusted. It took him a long time to become the warrior of respect he had been after missing so much. Siltfoot, Dustpaws sister ended up becoming Tempestfangs mate. He hadn’t liked her like he had loved her sister, but ended up caring for her. The most important thing for him was ambition anyway, and his position in Riverclan. Siltfoot had three kits, Stormkit, Dustkit, and Brightkit. Tempestfang was a distant father, and was never really that involved in his second litters life.
Quailrun for nightfur
Quailrun was the only kit of her litter. Shes a dark brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes. She was born into Windclan, and quickly made her mark on the deffensive, skilled clan. She was an excelent hunter, and could often never be found at the camp. She was always out hunting, running through the moors and bringing back prey for her clanmates. She became mates with the deputy of the clan, a possition she was very proud of. The deputy, Yelloweye was a kind tom. Quailrun loved him as much as she could, but she always loved the hunt more. Still, he eventually convinsed her to have kits. She had two kits, a dark tabby she named Ashkit, and a golden kit like her husband named Ryekit. She often left her husband to take care of the kits, and ran off to hunt. She loved her family, and was very proud when her kits became apprentices. She split up with Yelloweyes. He was a kind, caring tom but she felt stiffled with his neediness. He found another she cat the moment the two of them drew apart.
When her kits were nearly warriors, Quailrun went on a hunting patrol with Ryepaw and Ashkit. As they chased down a rabbit, they ran to the edges off their territory, to where the rogues and unexplored lands where. They brought down the rabbit, but where attacked by a dog that a twoleg had set loose on his proprety. The dog killed Ryepaw and his sister in front of his mother, and then ripped her face open, damaging her eyes so that was the last thing she would ever see. Quailrun managed to escape, and fell into a ditch. She would have died if not for a loner named Stag who found her. Stag was a tall light brown she-cat. Quailrun was distraught over the lose of her eyes and kits. She didn’t want to go back to her clan to become an elder and never hunt or run again.
Quailrun ended up staying with Stag. Stag was kind and patient and became the most important cat in Quailruns life. Quailrun eventually ran again, her fur pressed against Stags as they both flew across the moor.
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Post by chimken nugget on Apr 21, 2018 4:49:57 GMT -5
2 and 11
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Post by Minty Clod on Apr 25, 2018 20:20:24 GMT -5
25 and 12
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Post by briarfur on May 1, 2018 23:56:19 GMT -5
7 and 43. A mate for 7 please!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2018 19:04:29 GMT -5
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Post by Wolfsong on Jul 12, 2018 23:16:22 GMT -5
32 & 29
3 & 6
14 & 37
47 & 25
26 & 24
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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 12, 2018 23:32:26 GMT -5
4 & 17
49 & 20
13 & 9
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Post by hopestorm on Jul 13, 2018 23:16:05 GMT -5
50 & 49
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Post by 🎃❅❖.Şp໐໐kฯຟiຖ໓.❖❅🎃 on Jul 18, 2018 4:57:12 GMT -5
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