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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 15:09:43 GMT -5
In a world where the circle of life is less than black and white, spirits quickly become one of the less strange features of the woodlands making up our homes. Ghosts and spirits linger long after they passed here, our paths are still trodden by those who first founded the Clan. Keeping an eye on those left behind, always watching even from the darkest of shadows. With voices of a long forgotten past continuing to whisper in our ears, our history influences our future. And our loved ones never truly leave us. But that means the ones we fear never do either. For in ShadeClan, death isn't the end; merely a stepping off point.
1. Basic Requirements. Follow any and all rules enforced by the forums, they are in place to keep us safe, so the failure to adhere to them will not be tolerated. 2. Activity. 24/7 activity is not a requirement, but please aim to be on and roleplaying at least four days a week. 3. Plagiarism. The theft of anything found on this thread, mine or another member's will result in the offender being reported. 4. Joining. When joining please do so with at least two characters one of each gender. So I know you've read my rules, please put Afterlife in your form! 5. Literacy. At a minimum I expect joiners to be capable of attaining 6 lines worth of writing per character per post. 6. Characters and Roleplaying. Being perfectly realistic is expected, but please don't do anything incredibly overboard. 7. Ties. A preference that where characters of yours share characteristics with those of another member, create familial ties.. 8. Drama. You don't need my permission to create plotlines and additions as long as you involve others, and don't directly conflict with the existing ones.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 16:35:45 GMT -5
Diverse is an apt descriptor for the cats of ShadeClan, as it is difficult to find a single adjective that fits the majority of cats. Though an outsider might suggest hot headed or hostile, though the cats within would generally disagree. Due to the varied nature of our home, from the steep hills to the thick forests and open meadows, cats can take on different builds and still prosper within our land. Though thicker coats are of advantage given the commonly cold weather that marks the territory with storms and snow. But the colours making up our coats tend to vary, with no single shade nor pattern being most fit for the land around us. The clan, namely due to the closeness it holds to its history and the isolated nature it holds from anything around them is an incredibly close knit group. Though not overly welcoming of outsiders or the unknown, namely due to how uncommon it is, the clan would do almost anything for their own.
Briar Creek The closest water source to camp is known for the thickets lacing its banks, here a variety of small birds and mice make their homes.
Dark Beyond The name for the lands beyond Oak Ravines, despite being easily accessed, few go here for it is a place where dark spirits roam.
Firefly Valley Overrun by long grass and a large variety of flowers, the area is known for its fireflies, lighting the area in gold when the sun sets.
Hollow Ridge Cliffs mark the western border, ending abruptly as though someone carved the earth from underfoot.
Oak Ravines The forests that make up the majority of our lands are bordered to the south by a great ravine that divides our land from the rest.
Phantom's Peak The highest point on ShadeClan is where our dead are buried. The land is revered, and hunting here is forbidden.
Sycamore Grove An intricate weaving of sycamore trees marking our eastern lands, at its centre is a small meadow featuring a pond.
Yawning Cavern A path leading down from the Hollow Ridge leads to a cave, marked by the strange stalactites that make the structure look like a cat mid yawn. Here one can find camp.
Even the hardest hearted cat can't help but grow nervous as the all knowing whispers come almost to a shout. Here, medicine cats and leaders converse with the spirits, few others dare come close. Leader's Den Found in a cave just to the right of the Yawning Cavern's entrance, the den is small compared to the rest, but offers enough space for a handful of cats when necessary.
Medicine Den. Furthest from the entrance and isolated from the rest of camp is the cavern on the eastern wall of camp, providing a quarantine area for the sick, as well as a home for the Clan's healers.
Warrior's Den Closest to the entrance save for the leader's den, is the gigantic den reserved for the warriors of ShadeClan, carving its way through most of the western side of camp,
Apprentice Den Cats in training to become warriors make their den in the highest den within camp, here moss grows by the entrance, meaning long journeys to prepare nests aren't necessary.
Nursery Set within the ground of camp rather than in its walls, is a cavern digging a large hole for expectant queens or mothers and kits, providing a warm and safe place for the clan's youngest cats.
Elder's Den The clan's deepest den is reserved for the elders, here it is warmest for those who have spent their moons keeping the clan safe and have chosen to retire.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 16:54:05 GMT -5
Leopardstar. Nimble and tall, this young tom is set on a frame built for running and speed rather than strength. But his stamina means he is quite capable at outpacing the majority of cats for a reasonable distance. And though far from the strongest in his clan, his quick wit and intelligence makes him a formidable opponent to be reckoned with. He is a reasonably handsome cat, a dark golden tabby marbled with stripes of black all across his frame, winding around his body like rivers carving through the territory. He has eyes of a chestnut brown, warm in colour that replicates his good nature. Level headed and calm, he is a strategic cat who knows when to step back and think things through rather than charge into situations head first. He has a good heart, and is willing to forgive perhaps a little too easily in the eyes of his clanmates, a trait others regard as weak and aren't often kind enough to hide this opinion. But Leopardstar is a determined young tom, willing to do almost anything for a clanmate, if a little too trusting at times. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
Whiteflame.
Being quite large in size, Whiteflame is a very strong tom. Excelling in fighting, he has an air of confidence that not many have. Even when he feels as if the world is ending around him, he keeps his face in a mask of courage and confidence, showing the Clan emotions he doesn't feel. He's quite a perfectionist, and has an extreme fear of failure that worsens as he gets older. Mistakes become much larger as a cat that has a lot of power over the Clan. Whiteflame has a strong tendency to lie, especially little white lies to make people feel better or feel better about him. Whiteflame, while large, can be rather slow. His long pelt adds to his size. He has stern green eyes, which completes his intimidating appearance. Mushroomcloud. The medicine cat of Shadeclan is everything one could wish of a healer, patient, kind, wise, and forgiving. This molly is a dilute calico, with soft tan colors of brown, and smokey black dappling along her back, and face. She is a majority white however, it being all across her chest, muzzle, and paws. She has a plumed, feather like tail, and a relatively short, frail figure. She lacks a lot of muscle on her legs, or the broad shoulders expected of a powerful warrior. She is small for a grown cat, looking more like an apprentice, but the maturity in her voice and demeanor offsets this appearance. She has chocolate brown eyes, and a bright pink nose and paw pads. Mushroomcloud's voice is very feminine, and has the gentle tone of a mother, often being monotone as she is always in a calm state. Her greatest strengths are her intellect, her ability to read others, and the ability to calm others in times of distress. She is a very open minded cat, one that others often feel safe coming to with any problem. She isn't exactly a social butterfly, but she isn't shy either. Rather, Mushroomcloud likes to stay out of the fray, and can thus be seen as a rather quiet cat, but she has an intense passion for her profession, once you get her talking about it it's hard to make her stop. Like any other cat, however, Mushroomcloud has her shortcomings. Putting aside her weak body structure, Mushroomcloud also is a cat who refuses to listen to authority if their beliefs directly contradict with her own. This medicine cat is so head strong in her belief that anyone can find redemption, and that all cats should be treated as equals, that she is often blind sided to the grey area of the situation. For example, Mushroomcloud has been caught before giving away valuable herbs to loners that had been found in the clan, stealing prey. When confronted, Mushroomcloud did not hesitate to bluntly state her opinions, and refuse to listen to anyone who tried to tell her otherwise. Even though she is almost always calm, it is not impossible to stoke Mushroomcloud into anger, and anger is an emotion she personally doesn't know how to handle. It's easy for her to over react, and do something she would later regret. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Open, feel free to join as!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 17:13:15 GMT -5
Aspencloud. Aspencloud is a calm she-cat in most situations, a mediator. Hoping to live a simple life in relative peace, she despises conflict. While kindness is a wonderful virtue, she tends to be overly such, choosing lies over the brutal truth, generosity at the extreme danger of herself, and courage to the point of stupidity. Despite not having the sharpest of minds, she makes up for it with her kind and gentle disposition. Being rather small in size, Aspencloud tends to excel more in activities that don't rely on brute strength. She's covered in a silver pelt with gray and black tabby stripes covering it. Her eyes, which are as gentle as she is, are a green hue. Blackowl. Either a cat you love or hate, and there isn't much in between. This tom is rather a clown in most ways, priding himself on the ability to break most silences cheer up even the coldest of atmospheres. He loves to play and make jest, to the point of being very annoying. Despite this, even some of the coldest hearted cats sometimes admire him for being able to inject joy when hope seems lost. Even if not always welcome, he can bring a smile to faces and it is one of his more helpful traits. A thick coated tom, he is predominantly black in colour but undercoated by a dark, russet red, giving him the trademark reddish hue. His eyes are a rather bright blue, like the sky immediately after the storm. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Hornetsting. Hornetsting is a gruff, hard-spoken warrior with a stone-faced exterior and often little to say. In his youth, he was a different cat entirely: lively, jovial and full of laughter. However, the death of his brother, Addertail, to greencough, and then the passing of Addertail's mate Sorrelbloom who had been Hornetsting's closest friend since apprenticehood to infection after birth, destroyed Hornetsting's former self and reduced him to a reclusive and - in some situations - hostile cat who is avoided by many of his Clanmates. His surviving niece, Yarrowpaw, is where he focuses every ounce of his attention in the absence of her parents, and he would lay his life down for her if need be. His loyalty to his Clan is unquestionable, but to most his presence is largely undesirable. Hornetsting is a large tom of a muscular build, with broad shoulders and massive paws. He has dark brown fur with a red undercoat, sliced with black tabby markings, as well as piercing yellow-green eyes. Quite obviously, he possesses a fighter's build with his hardened muscles and formidable size. He lacks the streamlined body required for impressive speed and agility, and his bulk prevents him from being an effective hunter, although he is by no means remarkably poor in that field. owlspots Silentrose. Quiet and collected, when you are around this shecat you may well get the feeling you are being watched and studied, and honestly that would be an accurate belief. Silentrose is known for being more shadow than cat, watching from the dark and always content to keep her opinions to herself no matter her personal beliefs until she feels fit to make her opinion heard publicly. She is intelligent and sharp minded, with a memory that might make you regret being so loose tongued in her presence. She is a large cat, but most of it his the density of her fur, through which is a muscled and lanky cat. Her coat is a dark silvery grey, striped quite thoroughly by tabby markings of a dark, storm grey. Her eyes are a pale, watery amber colour that seem to search through your soul with a single glance. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Gorsepaw.
Gorsepaw is a small, meek looking apprentice, who hasn't entirely grown out of his kit fur, and it looks like he never even will. His strength is comparable to that of a birds, meaning he has just about enough strength to get his feet off the ground, and not much else. This tiny tom has thick, fluffy fur, and only a slight difference in coloration on his face, where a brown smear creates a mask on the left side of his face. On the right side there is a small, barely noticeable blonde smear next to his curved ears. He has a bright pink nose and paw pads, and one bright blue eye, and one muddy green eye. Gorsepaw was born prematurely, and as the only kitten that survived from the litter. Having a hard birth gave Gorsepaw health complications at a young age, he was weaker than most, barely having the strength in his legs to stand for long, and his immune system was very low. Gorsepaw had to spend nearly the first 3 moons of his life in and out of the medicine cats den, there were many times that his clan mates thought he was a goner, but miraculously, Gorsepaw made a turn for the better. Now that he is older, Gorsepaw is much stronger, but still not up the standards of his peers. He gets winded easily, and his immune system never recovered, meaning it is very easy for him to get sick. But, despite all of these complications, Gorsepaw still refuses to try to appear weak in front of others. The tiny tom is constantly pushing himself to fight against the expectations others have for him. When others tell him he should take a break to recover his breath, he just puffs out his chest and works twice as hard. Being the only kitten in his litter, and having to spend so much time in the medicine cats den means that Gorsepaw never really learned how to socialize at a young age. This crafted a very quiet, reserved, and incredibly shy tom who fears social interaction. No one is more critical on Gorsepaw than Gorsepaw himself. He is very insecure of himself, but his phobia of interaction means he never had the opportunity to talk to someone about these feelings and work through them.
Yarrowpaw. A fairly typical, run-of-the-mill young cat fresh out of the nursery, Yarrowpaw is excitable, enthusiastic and adventurous. She is a headstrong little kit with a tendency to rush into things without thinking; this reckless behaviour often lands her in trouble. By every sense of the word she is a dreamer, often lost in fantastical thought with her head in the clouds, and she has extremely high-flying personal goals. Unsurprisingly for such a young, naive cat with her mannerisms, she doesn't seem to realise that the world is a lot more dangerous than it might seem from the confines of the camp's nursery. Yarrowpaw is certainly a handful, there is no denying that, but she can be handled. A small yet rather stocky and sturdy little cat, Yarrowpaw has bright ginger tabby fur with a yellowish undercoat and round amber eyes. Her pelt fades to a pale creamy colour at her paws, her chest and neck, but she has no white markings. She has the potential to grow into a rather formidable warrior. Yarrowpaw excels at nothing, and is a rather mediocre hunter and fighter with her lack of experience and practice. She is, however, light on her paws and fleet of foot with a keen sense of smell. owlspots
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 17:15:16 GMT -5
Puddleheart. This recently named warrior discovered early on that it was her dream to be a mother, and so, even at a rather young age, Puddleheart retired from her warrior duties to become a queen. This long furred molly is a light silver and white mackerel tabby, the silver coloring upon her coat being very faint. The majority of her coat is a soft white, this color being present all along her chest, underbelly and paws. She has a mask of smokey grey that covers her pale green eyes. Puddleheart has a long bushy tail that compliments her very fluffy, thick coat. She has a plump, but rather small build, looking a little shorter than a warrior is expected to. She could be considered over weight, but it's a trait she heeds no mind to, in fact, it's just more nutrition for her kits. Puddleheart is a wonderful mother, after all, it's all she's ever wanted to be. At a young age Puddleheart fell in love, and almost as soon as she became a warrior she retired to have her first litter. She has a very gentle, and nurturing spirit, never a cat to lift a claw against even an enemy, and often being too emotionally distraught to go hunting, weeping that 'those birds and mice have families too!' Indeed, Puddleheart is a cry baby, being overly emotional is one of her greatest faults. It's hard to make her listen to reason or do the logical thing. But, this emotionally heavy personality can also be a great trait as well. Puddleheart is very protective of her kits, almost to an extreme. She never feels comfortable leaving someone else to watch them, and she is always hovering over them when they are allowed out of the nursery. She would throw away her own life if it meant keeping her little ones safe... Puddleheart is known to also grow unusually cold and cruel to anyone who she feels a threat to her kids, often taking amoral stances against such individuals. For instance, if there are any outsiders roaming in the territory, Puddleheart immediately jumps to violent means, either driving them far, or in some cases, heavily wounding them. Even though Puddleheart herself would never do these things, she advocates for the warriors doing such. But these opinions don't come from a place of malice, rather of fear of keeping her kits safe. Amberkit. Amberkit takes a lot of pride in being the 'oldest' of his litter. Even if he is only older by a couple of minutes. This spunky young kitten is a tabby and white tom, carrying the usual tabby pattern all along his back, a majority of his face, and as splashes on his legs. The rest of him is a soft white, like his mothers coat. He has a bushy tail that will develop to be very long, and already has a healthy body structure. With the right training, Amberkit will develop strong muscles, making him a toughened warrior. Amberkit has deep amber eyes, of which he receives his name after. Amberkit is your usual, run of the mill kit, full of energy, bouncing off the walls, and not a stranger to getting into a bit of mischief. Amberkit thinks very highly of himself, almost so much so that it's annoying. He would proudly stand to square off against a warrior in paw-to-paw combat, and when he loses he'll get back up and do it again. He is a natural born leader, even if he's not very good at it. He's always the first to stand up and try something dangerous first. He can be a bit of a bully, but this is only because he hasn't grown to understand the difference between right and wrong yet. His parents are hoping that as he grows older he'll 'settle down' a bit, so to speak. But, they're going to have to accept that this tom is as head strong as they come.
𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Flykit Although meeker and milder than her brother, Flykit is no less mischievous, and when trouble doesn't find her she will by all means seek it out herself. While she is a chatterbox and has a hard time knowing when to be quiet, she has a lot of respect for her elders and would never dream of talking back to an older member of the Clan in a rude or defiant way. However, she is headstrong, stubborn and reckless and tends to jump into things without thinking it through or considering the consequences of her actions. She is a fairly typical kit in the sense that her energy levels are always high, and she is always eager to explore and venture out into the great wide world of the camp, bored easily by the confines of the nursery. She has very little understanding of what is right and wrong and is often away with the fairies in that she is incredibly easily distracted and has a very short attention span.
owlspots Open, feel free to join as!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 17:22:38 GMT -5
Lionsong; massive dark golden tom cat with blue eyes. Died of old age. Owlwing; slender black tom cat with amber eyes. Died during a bought of greencough. Silverdapple; a small silver tabby shecat with grey eyes. Died giving birth. Wiltedrose; a thick furred dark brown tabby shecat. Died when struck by a falling tree. Hollypaw; a small grey tabby shecat with blue eyes. Died falling from the Hollow Ridge. Howlingstar; a burling ancient dark brown tom. Died at the paws of his clanmates. Vinestrike; pale grey tabby tom with similar eyes. Died of old age as a prisoner in the clan. Poseyprowl; a now white shecat with brown eyes. Died in battle with her clan.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 17:46:40 GMT -5
Ghosts in ShadeClan are as natural as the winds and the rivers that also mark our home. The spirits of those past, still remaining to watch our clan from a distance and offer advice, whereas others chose to make the final journey to the stars and remain their. The translucent creatures are a common feature of day to day life, seen almost every amongst the territory. But with them are the darker spirits of those belonging to the dark forest. Less widely seen but believed a dark omen under all circumstances, and to be avoided at all costs. Their darker forms and starless coats are enough to spark fear in the hearts of even the strongest willed cats. And recently they've been seen around Leopardstar, like mites attached to a coat. Denying it at all costs, the leader insists this new attention is nothing he wished for and has been ignoring any words whispered into his ears. But cats aren't certain, for only dark thoughts attract dark spirits. And the clan begins to wonder what their leader hiding from them?. Taking their leaders promise as oath at first, nothing seems to change otherwise. But then cats begin turning up dead at the feet of the Hollow Ridge, and when a trusted cat says they've spotted Leopardstar being the one to lead these cats to their death. The mounting evidence is difficult to ignore. Has ShadeClan's kind leader faltered beneath the weight of his role? Or is something far darker going on...
Key Roles - these are positions that need to be filled before the plot kicks in. Accused - Leopardstar; 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Accuser - Open; @screenname. The cat who claims to have seen the killing. Murderers - Open; @screenname. x3 available, at least needs to be filled to begin. Dark Spirit Leader - Open; @screenname, dark forest cat following Leopardstar. Deputy - Whiteflame; ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ .
Other Roles - interesting positions that don't need to be filled immediately. Believers - Open; @screenname. Cats who believe Leopardstar to be the murderer. Followers - Open; @screenname. x4 available, cats who believe in Leopardstar. Murdered - Open; @screenname. However many as wanted open. Dark Spirits - Open; @screenname. Dark Forest Cats being seen on the territory.
The murdered cats don't need full forms, descriptions similar to those under StarClan section are perfectly fine!
Mentors Aspencloud mentors Yarrowpaw. Hornetsting mentors Gorsepaw.
Families Aspencloud and Silentrose are sisters. Leopardstar and Hornetsting are brothers, and are the uncles of Yarrowpaw. Puddleheart is the mother of Amberkit and Flykit.
Mates Cat and cat are mates.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 17:47:40 GMT -5
Open!!! Please feel free to join!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 20:09:27 GMT -5
Bump?
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Post by ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ on Mar 29, 2019 20:42:58 GMT -5
(Hello! I was wondering if I could make the deputy?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 20:53:32 GMT -5
You’d be welcome to! I notice your rather new to the forums, so I hope it’s ok if I ask that you please provide a sample piece of writing with your forms? I’m aware this might sound kind of rude; that’s not my intention I promise!
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Post by ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ on Mar 29, 2019 20:56:16 GMT -5
I'm completely fine with that! Would you prefer if I wrote something new, or if I found some old writing of mine? Also, since it suggested relationships with other characters, is there anyone you want to have a relationship of some sort?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 21:01:31 GMT -5
Either is absolutely fine and everyone I have is open to everything!
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Post by ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ on Mar 29, 2019 21:39:47 GMT -5
Sorry for asking, but it says I need to join with at least two cats of each gender. Does it mean as in at least four cats, or just two?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 21:42:49 GMT -5
(oh god hadn’t noticed) no sorry! Typo on my part! Meant one of each gender XD
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Post by ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ on Mar 29, 2019 22:07:05 GMT -5
Here's everything! I hope the writing sample is okay since I just wrote the first thing I thought of. Aspencloud. Aspencloud is a calm she-cat in most situations, a mediator. Hoping to live a simple life in relative peace, she despises conflict. While kindness is a wonderful virtue, she tends to be overly such, choosing lies over the brutal truth, generosity at the extreme danger of herself, and courage to the point of stupidity. Despite not having the sharpest of minds, she makes up for it with her kind and gentle disposition. Being rather small in size, Aspencloud tends to excel more in activities that don't rely on brute strangth. She's covered in a silver pelt with gray and black tabby stripes covering it. Her eyes, which are as gentle as she is, are a green hue. ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ Warrior. Sister of Silentrose. Afterlife. Whiteflame. Being quite large in size, Whiteflame is a very strong tom. Excelling in fighting, he has an air of confidence that not many have. Even when he feels as if the world is ending around him, he keeps his face in a mask of courage and confidence, showing the Clan emotions he doesn't feel. He's quite a perfectionist, and has an extreme fear of failure that worsens as he gets older. Mistakes become much larger as a cat that has a lot of power over the Clan. Whiteflame has a strong tendency to lie, especially little white lies to make people feel better or feel better about him. Whiteflame, while large, can be rather slow. His long pelt adds to his size. He has stern green eyes, which completes his intimidating appearance. ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ Deputy. Open to other relationships. Afterlife. Sample Writing (Whiteflame's first morning as deputy) Whiteflame sighed as a voice whispering his name interrupted his pleasant sleep. Slowly forcing his eyes open, he realized it wasn't even dawn yet. "Why . . .?" the tom mumbled slowly, before his brain had caught on. He was now deputy, which meant he had to organize the dawn patrol, and all the following patrols. For just a moment, he allowed stress to overtake him, and visibly shook from the terror at holding so much respobsibility, before stopping. Leopardstar probably wouldn't have picked me if he thought I'd mess up everything, Whiteflame reminded himself. Having mostly convinced himself, the white tom rose to his paws and gently shook off the moss from his nest that clung to his pelt and padded out of the den. He had been on the dawn patrol the previous day, so he should remember all the other cats that had gone. It wouldn't be very fair if the same cats had to wake up earlier than usual two days in a row. He believed that Aspencloud had been one of them, and maybe Blackowl had as well. He silently entered the warriors' den, gently prodding awake the first few cats he saw. Noting that one had an apprentice, he entered the apprentices' den to wake him, too. "Good morning," he greeted the patrol, ignoring the tired grumbling of the apprentice. "Yesterday Aspencloud said she thought she smelled a fox near Oak Ravines, so be careful over there." Most of them nodded in acknowledgement, exiting the camp. Pride rushed under Whiteflame's pelt as he watched them pad away.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 29, 2019 22:09:40 GMT -5
Whiteflame is so fluffy; I love it! Welcome to the clan! And Silentrose and Aspencloud work brilliantly as sisters! I shall add later today as it’s rather late here and I need sleep XD but welcome!
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Post by ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ on Mar 29, 2019 22:11:18 GMT -5
Thank you! If you need sleep, I'm guessing we'll rp tomorrow?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 30, 2019 8:05:11 GMT -5
Leopardstar - - - Character {Tag} Character {Tag} Sunlight was sparse within the caverns of the Yawning Cat, meaning that cats generally had to rely on their own instincts or another cat waking them when morning came, or fear sleeping in. Given the barren nature of his den aside from his own sleeping form, Leopardstar's body clock had become accustomed to waking up as the sun rose. Even if its golden rays rarely filtered into the caves that made up ShadeClan camp. Today was no different, tugging free of his dreams with a yawn lacing his expression, the marbled tabby tom lifted himself to his paws with an all mighty stretch. Taking a heartbeat to groom the moss from his golden and black coat, before withdrawing from the shadows of his den and into the largely empty camp. Casting his gaze around camp with a curious twitch of his ears, ShadeClan had been a place of much change of recent. The clan still mourned the loss of their previous deputy, a fine cat taken too soon from their ranks. So is the wish of the stars, still the leader couldn't help but grieve the loss of a good friend and a fine cat. And whilst the unexpected loss had been painful, the clan continued with life as always. And the replacement was proving to be a good choice on the young leader's part. If uncertain of himself right now, Leopardstar chuckled quietly to himself. Though Leopardstar could hardly blame Whiteflame, remembering all too well how terrified and paranoid he had been during the first couple of moons of deputyhood. Its a learning process, his predecessor's words ricocheted through his brain at the memory. And he will turn out to be a fine deputy, Leopardstar had little doubt in his choices. Shaking the lingering memories of pain from his line of thought, turning his attention to the task at hand. The fresh kill pile had grown pitiful overnight, and he intended to take a patrol out himself in order to refresh its offerings. But he would rather not go solo that particular morning, hence needed companions to join him. Blackowl - - - Character {Tag} Character {Tag}
Asleep and inelegant in his nest, the dark furred tom cat known as Blackowl was caught in the bliss of dreams, unaware of the world around him and content to stay that way until it had run to the end, or some particularly cruel cat chose to wake him from his doze. Having spent much of the night before patrolling along the southern borders, the Oak Ravines, whilst it had been largely uneventful. The patrol hadn't returned until dawn, and as energetic as the handsome tom usually was, even he wasn't infallible and had fallen asleep almost as soon as his head had hit the moss. In the end it turned out to be neither that woke him up, rather a particularly bitter wind that caught hold of the camp. Quickly bouncing across the rocky caverns, and seemingly quite intent on freezing the young warrior half to death. Waking up with a rumble of impatience and annoyance, in a gesture not entirely unlike a disobedient kitten. Blackowl curled into a tight ball, turning away from the source of his rude awakening and desperately attempting to return to the realm of sleep and darkness. No such luck, he realised after a few moments of fruitless trying. It seemed he was well and truly awake. Uncurling his limbs and sitting upright with a flick of his tail, the first thought which struck him aside from the tiredness causing his bones to ache. Was the rumble from within his stomach, impossible to ignore and particularly bitter. He rasped his tongue across his lips at the prospect of breakfast. He had been so tired the night before he had gone immediately to his nest without a thought cast towards something to eat, a decision he now regretted but one he would quickly correct. But it seems his hopes were only to be dashed again, for on approaching the fresh kill pile, he found it made up of only a handful of pitiful looking, half stale prey. Nosing his way through, disappointment weighing at his bones accompanied by the symphony of his growling stomach. The warrior flicked his tail and turned away, it seemed he was going to have to work for his dinner. As long as its quick, he thought with a rasp of his tongue across his lips. I'd even clean out the dens if it meant I get something to eat.
Silentrose - - - Character {Tag} Character {Tag}
Unlike camp's other waking members at that time, Silentrose had been awake long before the sun had begun to rise over the horizon. An isolated shecat in nature had spent her morning alone. Prowling across the territory with the intent and carefulness of a starving hawk in search of prey, Her purpose had been with the hopes of catching something to eat, but on the failure of that she had contented herself with checking the border marks at the Hollow Ridge. Not exactly the level of excitement she'd been hoping for, but it had kept her paws busy and she had enjoyed the time away from camp, in her own company as she preferred. Her paws were coated in mud, made all the more notable by the soft pale grey colouration marking the area, but the thick coated shecat returned to camp with her usual degree of grace and casual elegance. Nodding to her leader as she passed by, the scent of the woods and grasslands clinging to her coat as she found herself a comfortable place to settle amidst the stalagmites of the caverns of camp. Taking the opportunity to return her soft coat to its usual sleek and clean norm. Her gaze lowered as she concentrated, one might have thought she was off guard, not paying attention to her surroundings as she worked in peaceful silence. The truth, as usual, was anything but. Noticeable only from how her ears flicked and twitched, circling around camp despite how her gaze remained statutory on the work at hand. Camp was absent of the buzz of life it usually filled with, and as a result her listening came up with little to no results much to her annoyance. Still her expression remained neutral, waiting for camp to come alive with her clanmates, so life could at least become a little more interesting.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 30, 2019 11:10:35 GMT -5
Bump? Please?
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Post by ✧ ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ✧ on Mar 30, 2019 11:39:16 GMT -5
Whiteflame had been awake for a short while, planning the patrol. Not many cats were awake, only a few milling around the camp. It'll have to do. His eyes scanned the camp, falling on Blackowl. "Hey!" he exclaimed as he bounded towards the warrior. "Are you good to go on patrol?" As far as Whiteflame recalled, he hadn't been on patrol the past few mornings, so there shouldn't be any issues with it. Aspencloud was one of the few others awake, along with her sister, Mistrose, and Leopardstar. As Mistrose had entered camp a few minutes ago, he couldn't just send her, and Leopardstar was the leader. Having deduced that Aspencloud was the best option, he would approach her after talking to Blackowl.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 30, 2019 14:54:28 GMT -5
Yarrowpaw. A fairly typical, run-of-the-mill young cat fresh out of the nursery, Yarrowpaw is excitable, enthusiastic and adventurous. She is a headstrong little kit with a tendency to rush into things without thinking; this reckless behaviour often lands her in trouble. By every sense of the word she is a dreamer, often lost in fantastical thought with her head in the clouds, and she has extremely high-flying personal goals. Unsurprisingly for such a young, naive cat with her mannerisms, she doesn't seem to realise that the world is a lot more dangerous than it might seem from the confines of the camp's nursery. Yarrowpaw is certainly a handful, there is no denying that, but she can be handled. A small yet rather stocky and sturdy little cat, Yarrowpaw has bright ginger tabby fur with a yellowish undercoat and round amber eyes. Her pelt fades to a pale creamy colour at her paws, her chest and neck, but she has no white markings. She has the potential to grow into a rather formidable warrior. Yarrowpaw excels at nothing, and is a rather mediocre hunter and fighter with her lack of experience and practice. She is, however, light on her paws and fleet of foot with a keen sense of smell. Apprentice. Niece of Hornetsting. Daughter of Addertail and Sorrelbloom. Open to other relationships. Afterlife.
Hornetsting. Hornetsting is a gruff, hard-spoken warrior with a stone-faced exterior and often little to say. In his youth, he was a different cat entirely: lively, jovial and full of laughter. However, the death of his brother, Addertail, to greencough, and then the passing of Addertail's mate Sorrelbloom who had been Hornetsting's closest friend since apprenticehood to infection after birth, destroyed Hornetsting's former self and reduced him to a reclusive and - in some situations - hostile cat who is avoided by many of his Clanmates. His surviving niece, Yarrowpaw, is where he focuses every ounce of his attention in the absence of her parents, and he would lay his life down for her if need be. His loyalty to his Clan is unquestionable, but to most his presence is largely undesirable. Hornetsting is a large tom of a muscular build, with broad shoulders and massive paws. He has dark brown fur with a red undercoat, sliced with black tabby markings, as well as piercing yellow-green eyes. Quite obviously, he possesses a fighter's build with his hardened muscles and formidable size. He lacks the streamlined body required for impressive speed and agility, and his bulk prevents him from being an effective hunter, although he is by no means remarkably poor in that field. Warrior. Uncle of Yarrowpaw. Brother of Addertail. Open to other relationships. Afterlife.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 30, 2019 15:13:54 GMT -5
Welcome Owl!!! I shall add now, sorry for the poof - had a nap XD I could offer Leopardstar as a potential brother to Waspsting if you'd like? their dynamic could be interesting
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Post by owlspots on Mar 30, 2019 15:19:38 GMT -5
Thank you! That sounds great, and I agree that it could most definitely be interesting! The loss of Addertail would have likely affected Leopardstar as well which could play a part in his strange behaviour and perhaps lead to some speculation as to why he is being plagued by dark spirits (one possible rumour that could be floating around)? Having Hornetsting reduced to such a stony recluse in contrast with Leopardstar's more trusting and easy-going personality considering they experienced the same trauma would be really interesting to explore! ^^
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 30, 2019 15:24:46 GMT -5
thanks for ignoring my foot in mouth by accidentally calling him waspsting, wasn't concentrating clearly XD yeah that'd be awesome!!!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 30, 2019 15:43:04 GMT -5
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 30, 2019 18:10:32 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 31, 2019 5:59:26 GMT -5
Good morning!
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𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢
call me blue <3
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Post by 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 on Mar 31, 2019 10:13:51 GMT -5
[ hellooo, i'm interested in joining but i had a few questions prior to my characters and joining ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Mar 31, 2019 10:26:02 GMT -5
No problem! Feel free to throw them at me
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