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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:08:32 GMT -5
Your home is unrecognisable compared to what it once was.
A thriving forest - withering; a loyal clan - broken; the beliefs that once tied us together as one - fading. The very ground underfoot as bloodied as our history, and for a long time it seemed inevitable that all we loved would crumble and die. Nature itself made a game of testing our limits.
Conflict and cruelty has left CopseClan but a shell of its former glory, but it is far from over. For the handful left lucky enough to survive will soon find chaos descending upon them once again and this time we might not wont be strong enough to survive the night.
With death in our wake, war on the horizon and destruction following every step, every choice we make could see our beloved clan rendered to ruin and ash or raised to glory once more. Compliance with the rules of the forums is a must, but otherwise employ your common sense and be nice to eachother, we're all here to have fun after all,
I understand its not possible to constantly be on, but aim to be present and roleplaying at least 3 days a week, and let me know if you need to be absent.
The minimum requirement I ask of joiners is to be capable of at least 6 lines per character with reasonable grammar, spelling and punctuation, more is always welcome.
Do not copy anything from this thread nor roleplay without the explicit consent of the owner, doing so will result in your post being reported, and me losing a lot of respect for you.
Join with at least 2 characters and aim to keep genders even. Please only create one apprentice for every two cats of other ranks you have. The Password is An Endless War.
Be reasonably realistic in both creation and roleplaying, no Mary Sue's and I reserve the right to ask you to edit or change something should I feel a character is too perfect.
Avoid being members of your own family as this detracts from roleplay opportunities elsewhere, rather where characters share traits with another, create bloodlines with other members.
Have fun on this roleplay, if you feel like adding familial drama, conflict, etc, feel free without asking first. I'm here to have fun, so if anything I'll just grab the popcorn.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:14:52 GMT -5
CopseClan is a group of survivors.
War took us to the edge of extinction, a cruel dictator at our head who in their search of victory for the clan nearly killed us all, and had it not been for a handful of brave rebels we would likely be little more than a memory.
But the remaining pain of those times remain, war finished a little over a generation ago but the scars linger in our minds as much as they do on our bodies. And these aren't wounds that will fade even with time.
The Clan is varied in its very nature, made up of cats both large and small and everything in between. Our territory is diverse and thus no one type is perfect for its members. Central themes of our cats, however, tend to run along the lines of brave and loyal. Life here is difficult, and these tend to be more key characteristics.  The umbrella term for the small woodland that makes up the majority of our lands, except for the moors bordering the land to the east. It is made up largely of apple trees, as per the rather imaginative name. Animals such as squirrels, mice, voles and a variety of birds are common within our lands, making hunting ample for those with a variety of skills. The woodland is settled on an slight slope, thus the ground underfoot is uneven but renders the area safe from flooding for the most part and thus our home is relatively safe despite the poor weather common here.
 This is the smaller of the two meadows which make up our territory, it is known for the strange plants inhabiting much of its fields. Small animals such as mice and voles are pretty plentiful here and the landmark is situated on the north side of the territory where the moorland meets the borders of the copse, and is relatively small in size. The cattails furthermore offer a means of teaching apprentices to be quiet despite their bustling surroundings.
 At the culmination of the Meandering Creek, is the small body of water known as the Duckpond. As the name suggests this is the home of a small population of wild ducks, neither a piece of prey nor a threat, we have a neutral relationship with the animals. Though duck eggs have proven to be quite the delicacy for cats quick and willy enough to snag one, for the most part we leave these creatures be. Otherwise, prey regular here are toads and lizards using the waters.
 Towards the west of our territory is the remains of a great oak tree, a landmark that once stood tall and proud in our territory, rendered ruinous by a great thunderstorm a few generations ago. A misplaced strike of lightning shattered the tree almost entirely in half, the remains of which still stand and are now utilised largely as a climbing tool for young apprentices. Its roots remain thick, and it isn't uncommon for foxes to take up residence there, thus caution is generally suggested if this area hasn't been utilised for an extended period of time.
 Aside from the duckpond, this is the main source of water for the territory, the beginning of which runs rather close to camp, making it a convenient drinking place as well. The creek seems to struggle to decide which direction it wishes to take, constantly weaving left and right throughout the territory, thus providing the landmark with its name. At its banks are a variety of trees and long grasses, making prey a common occurence here. Though in certain parts the creek can be known to flood its banks rendering the ground unstable.
 The abrupt descent of a section of the meandering creek results in a handful of waterfalls in the landmark, here the foliage overhead lessens somewhat, and when the moon arches over the area the naturally shiny rocks of the area reflect the light into a rather beautiful glitter; providing the landmark with its name. Furthermore, the area provides ample space for fishing, as the water both before and after are slow flowing and shallow. A small hollow is found between the walls and the falling water, but it is too shallow for many to gather here rendering it rather useless.
 A place of constant motion and noise, the main inhabitants of this area; or at least the more notable ones are the local population of ravens that offer the landmark its name. Whilst a pest, they offer something in the way of prey, and the gully is otherwise a good opportunity for hunting. This landmark is at the very edge of the moorland, and acts as border for the region. At parts the area grows steep, and thus care is cautioned whilst wandering this place.
 Both a place of triumph and grief, this landmark is revered and hated at the same time, for it is here our last battle of the previous war was fought and won. The majority of our numbers were lost in this area, and the land still suffers the aftermath of the battles that were fought here. In truth it is a rather simplistic little meadow, entirely unassuming to those unaware of the heartbreaking history it harbours, but means a lot more for the survivors.
 What remains of our last camp is almost entirely destroyed, thus the name. The simplistic meadow remains, but the dens we once knew as home are in tatters; a last move from the dark forest in an attempt to truly demoralise the clan. CopseClan have since moved on, finding a newer home to call theirs, but the place still remains a sore spot for many who remember the more joyous times that once took place in this small landmark. Slowly but surely this place is being returned to its former beauty through time and misuse, but it is unlikely any of us will forget what occurred here.
 Like much of our territory, this is a bittersweet spot even for the younger members of CopseClan, and far too populated of recent. This spot is where the clan lays those who have fallen within their ranks to rest, it is a small cove beside the duckpond, where the stars flicker through the heavy foliage overhead. A beautiful area, and one fitting for those who die in service for the clan.Towards the border of the Apple Copse, the trees grow thinner and less regular, it is here that CopseClan now make their camp. A small part of the meandering creek flows through the area, providing water to those unable to go out and find their own.
Rocks carefully arranged to provide a small chamber make up the den housing our leader, it is the smallest of the dens, but a comfortable one.
The roots of a medium sized apple tree provide ample shelter for the medicine cat, apprentice and any patients they might have.
An old badger set remains underground of camp, and it is utilised in order to provide the clan's warriors a spacious place to rest their heads.
Seemingly ancient but fortunately waterproof, apprentices make their nests in a large hollowed out tree stump towards the edge of camp.
Queens and their kits sleep within the hollow of a nearby oak tree, though not massive it provides a safe space for vulnerable kits, and is not obvious to threats at first glance.
A small bramble thicket borders the right hand side of camp, carefully picked free of brambles and prickles, it now provides a home to our clan's eldest.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:19:37 GMT -5
 This cat has been through hell. Scars lace just about every part of this young cat, far too many given the moons she has existed in this clan, but the pain she has known has done anything but harden her to the cruelties of life, if anything she is kinder for them. A long legged and muscular young shecat, her coat is a medley of whites, oranges and blacks in a patchwork across her tall frame, her coat is thick but silky in nature, making her appear bulkier than she is in truth. Emberstar's eyes are where she gains her name, a sharp and piercing amber colour, the shade of flames and the setting sun. She has strength, but her talents linger more in stamina and athletic ability than it is raw power. But she survived her father's reign for a reason, she is a strong cat and a capable fighter, and cats would do well to remember that she didn't survive on a fluke. Emberstar, or Emberstrike as she used to be known much like her siblings were the cats who did the dirty work for their father, though Emberstar did what she had to in order to survive, she hates herself for what she did. Her nights continue to be plagued of events that happened during the war, and though she would never admit it, struggles with it frequently. This is a cat who has known the cruelties of life and refused to let them turn her to hatred as it might do another cat, Emberstar is a good natured and brave young cat, who would do just about anything for her clan.
 A flexible frame padded by nicely fitted muscle of a lean, firm feel, creates an incredibly athletic, powerful figure with a majestic, keen silhouette. His shoulders are toned, with something of a broad aspect to them, bulk evenly distributed and primed for fluid maneuverability and amazing fighting command. As such, his bearings are graceful as they are sure-footed, a confident blend between the prowl of a poised leader and the posturing of a battle-ready soldier: shoulders drawn and stance wide. Though average in height, Mumblewolf remains one of the Clan’s token fighters, having nurtured an impressive combative flair since early apprenticeship to an ultimate mastery into young adulthood. This innate prowess, refined by moons of hands-on battle experience, makes for an especially formidable opponent of expert skill and admirable strength. Running long and well kept across such sturdy proportions is pelage textured a silken velvet. As a base, the fur is colored a tanned cream, with a walnut-brown wash sweeping down the spine, past the flanks, and accenting the curly, lion-like mane draped around his neck. A silvery white marks his large paws, clinging like frost and coating it in a manner reminiscent to gloves: rising just below the ankles, before fading back into the rich browns of his legs. His broad face is masked in a shade of dark chocolate that reaches his tufted ears and forehead, perfectly accentuating handsome, rounded off icy blue eyes speckled in gradients of turquoise. Renown for a solitary nature and guarded wit, Mumblewolf comes across as a quiet, vigilant watcher: a trait not exactly influenced by his muteness. Beneath a trained stare lurks a calculative and perceptive regard that sweeps the proximity with an almost uncomfortable intensity, always analyzing the surroundings and its inhabitants for signs of danger and usable information. This intensity paired with a soundless tongue contributes to an unnerving ambience in discussions, though he is generally noted to avoid them. It isn’t a shyness that lends to a more lonely existence, but a preference of ensuring the Clan’s safety over partaking in a gossiping collective. When it does come time to navigating through social circles, communication is performed through various forms of gestures, facial expressions, and body language. Usually, it is up to others to initiate conversations, as well as carry them, since Mumblewolf isn’t one to pursue social interaction. He’s mostly there to provide a patient, listening ear, rather than supply advice. Although wise and more than capable of offering input, he finds it a lot more beneficial for an individual to figure out their own solutions rather than fix it for them. Mumblewolf is dangerously clever and shrewd, especially when it comes down to tactical reasoning—having a great handle on strategy and what it entails. Whether that is rallying troops or deploying them to specific destinations, the deputy acts more like a general than anything else. He isn’t at all afraid of joining established garrisons, spurred on by a heart of courage almost rivaling that of loyalty. Though attuned to the call of battle, he is not rash, nor reckless, but is definitely confident and assertive. He always seeks an alternative route to conflict, but has no qualms against dispatching an inevitable threat if push comes to shove. Off duty, he continues discovering new ways to protect the Clan and renovate fighting techniques, but becomes a lot more accepting of company. It is completely normal to find this battle-hardened male transition into something more sweet and gentle, as beneath all the stress of co-leading a Clan, there lies an almost goofy and playful personality. And maybe, just maybe, one might have the honor of prompting a white-toothed smile. Halfdawn is a mostly ginger she-cat. But, in a manner that could be nothing but StarClan's making, her face is split in two colours. Her right is ginger with a soft yellow eye, but her left is deep black with an eye of the brightest blue. The black half of her face sweeps around her neck and drapes over her left shoulder, speckling into a slight tortoiseshell effect. Probably, she was meant to be just that - a tortoiseshell - as her white splotched chin and paws indicate. However, like the rest of her life, StarClan seems to have dictated her role as a medicine cat from birth. Her mystical appearance gave her an aura of otherworldliness as a kit and young apprentice, giving her confidence in her chosen place in the clan and ego to go along with it. The she-cat always felt tugged between dark and light, proud or humble, ambitious or compassionate. She sought answers for her true character in her medicine cat name. Her name was given to her for her optimism and serene assurance, as the dawn brings forth a new day. But like everything in Halfdawn's life, her rise to full medicine cat was timed in line with destiny. She had been the clan's sole medicine cat for only a short while before the most vicious war Halfdawn had ever seen erupted. Torn between her loyalties to a cruel leader and a medicine cat's duty, she often felt lonely as the only cat capable of caring for the countless dead and dying. Placed against impossible odds, Halfdawn slowly came to the realisation that she cannot heal every cat that she tends. This was brought to a spirit crushing climax when her only kin, her father and brother, died in her den under her watch. Overworked, compassion exhausted, and jaded, Halfdawn is not the rising sun she used to be. She believes, perhaps bitterly, her face was given to her to describe her personality as it is now. A tongue just as quick to be fiery as it is friendly, a heart that gives over affection to her clanmates right before closing herself off, these are the two sides she lives with now. If it weren't for her still lingering feeling that StarClan has controlled her fate from the very start, she would have lost all faith in them by now. Halfdawn's advice as a medicine cat typically falls along the lines of an optimist trapped inside the learned wisdom of a pessimist. She is hard to understand, and even harder to predict, but her odd eyes have seen more than the split faced she-cat would have ever wanted to when she first entered her role. A sweet and heavenly creature drowned in liquid grace and beauty is what you'd think of Monarchpaw when you first see her. Her physique begins with long, slightly thick limbs that are considered weak to the average warrior novice, but still stronger than an apprentice the same age in the medical field. The physician's legs are proportionate to her healthy frame, which is layered by a medium-length coat. It’s slightly longer on her neck and tail, but the coloring of her pelt is what Monarchpaw was named after. Her palette consists of oranges, black, and white. Her pelt sports a shade of golden yellow, easily claiming the title as the fur’s base color since darkened ginger flames layer above her yellow. Since the darker orange covers the majority of the foundation, lines of gold appear to separate the ginger, appearing like veins. This could easily point to that her blood is pure, seeing as her veins are symbolically gold. However, these two colors swirl around each other so much that it’s a mixture of veins and tabby stripes. Accompanying the warm casts is a patch of white that runs from her face, along her neck, under her bosom, to in between her thighs. Her delicate paws up to her elbows are also white, while her hind legs are also coated in white boots. The last tone would be her most prominent; black. A charcoal stripe runs along her backside to her tailtip. Due to this bold marking, she’s gained a speckled look; a splatter of raven black splashed onto her flank and on her tail. It could also be seen on her face and compliments her black eartips. With all the warmth within this she-cat’s design, you could also be captivated by her round orbs that are beautifully colored amber and freckled with flakes of greens. Her interesting and welcoming appearance can fool you, however, due to Monarchpaw being a difficult she-cat. Occasionally you could find the medic snapping at her patients, in either way, Monarchpaw is snobby and rude time-to-time. Growing up as a fostered feline caused Monarchpaw to grow a resentful, strong independent, and solitary lifestyle, even though she's surrounded by clanmates. Because of this, Monarchpaw likes to prove her independence by not liking help, especially by believing everything should be done her way. Monarchpaw, in a sense, can be a know-it-all, and often enough, bossy. Due to her recent lack of connecting to StarClan and her want to not be a medicine cat apprentice, Monarchpaw has grown a bubble of insecurity, believing even more that her job as a physician is not right and she isn’t able to do anything she wants. This adds onto her arrogant personality. More so, she sees that the world is against her. Her insecurity of not connecting to StarClan has also created her solitary personality to shed even more so. The beauty has walls built up due to believing that her responsibility as a medicine cat apprentice will only slow down her work, ruin her friendships, and eventually lead to them being worthless. Despite this, if you work close enough with Monarchpaw, you can manage to build her walls down and discover an extremely loving she-cat. Sometimes it isn’t hard to see that she's fit to be a medicine cat apprentice since she’s gentle and always looking out for others. Along with her empathetic personality, you will discover that Monarchpaw is adventurous and always sneaking out of camp due to her yearning of wanting to be a warrior.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:21:07 GMT -5
 Ashclaw is a handsome dark grey maine coon tom. Although he is known for his striking orange eyes and appearance, Ashclaw isn’t as scary as he looks. He is gentle towards his clanmates and especially his mate, Violetshade. Ashclaw is eager to having kits with Violetshade despite her feeling the exact opposite. Even though he often disagrees with Violetshades opinions, he still maintains respect and patience for her. When it comes to clan duties, Ashclaw is loyal through and through, he is always welcome to leading patrols and or just hunting to stock up the fresh kill pile for his clanmates. He is defined by many as a gentle giant.
 A lean and somewhat muscular tom, his pelt is grey and his underbelly is white. His eyes, like his sisters, are a greyish/brownish. He has a calm demeanor and he often keeps his thoughts and opinions to himself. He is known for his maturity and he would defend his clan with his life. Although Stormcloud is an introvert and is kept to himself, he is sweet and loving.
 Fluffy, ditsy, and over all a goof ball, and that's pretty much all you need to know about Dizzydance. This beautiful, long furred molly has a soft beige coat, with Siamese points. She would look very elegant, the picture of beauty, if she wasn't so fluffy and unkempt. Big, bright blue eyes pop out of her dark brown mask. Her facial features are rounded, with chubby cheeks and curbed ears. Dizzydance isn't the brightest berry in the bush, that's for sure. Absent minded, easily distracted, and a heavy day dreamer, it's easy to wonder why she took so long to achieve the rank of warrior. But there is no accounting for her loyalty to the clan, and her enthusiasm to serve it. This molly always thinks that the glass is half full, she brushes aside negativity easily, and will always be the first to add in a bright side to any bad situation. She has a heart of gold, and a big one at that, it makes her fall in love easily. She has been in and out of several relationships, all of which have ended in a muddy sort of territory. Her constantly cheerful and airy personality can rub people the wrong way, causing break ups to eventually happen, but more often, Dizzydance actually finds herself falling in love with someone else. She bounces between feelings for others quickly, and this is because she has a need to feel wanted by others. Losing her father at a young age left Dizzydance with some abandonment issues, she feels safe and secure when she's madly in love, and someone is madly in love with her. But when feelings eventually stagnate, she never wants to settle down and fall out of the honey moon phase, she is quick to jump to a new relationship.
 Driftwind is a handsome, solid white tom with deep golden eyes. He has short, but thick fur and pink nose. Driftwind was born into CopseClan and since then, he's been nothing but a loyal warrior. He keeps to himself, choosing to interact when he wants. As friendly as he is, cats will have to gain his respect as he does not make friends easily. He is easily one of the best trackers in CopseClan. He tends to hunt more than patrol as he feels that his skills with hunting would help the clan rather than fighting.
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 The definition of beauty could very well show a picture of Fawnfall. Her fur is a soft smoky gray with light orange mixed into it along her face and back. It turns into a pure white at her tail tip while turning a jet black at her paws. This goes well with her personality, coming off as pure while maintaining an air of mystery to her. She doesn't let many cats get close to her, instead turning into a shy type when asked to speak. She is very well opinionated though others may never hear this side of her due to her wanting to keep a neutral look to the rest of the clan. She tries to keep this up due to her need to be well liked, in her mind if no cats know her real thoughts then they wouldn't turn their noses up on her. This does interfere with her clan life a great deal though, turning into a pile of moss to be walked on when others please when she should instead be sticking up for herself. When scolded for doing such things, she tends to get sad and mull over it for days after even if it's something as small as messing up a catch for another cat. This could cause her to continue to make mistakes, resulting in a snowball affect on her life. She can not be well liked because of this, which only furthers her into the need of being liked.  Hickorysight is a dense, short furred light grey tom with shocking yellow eyes. He has clear, handsome features, and always manages to move with elegant grace. Hickorysight is equally proficient in hunting and fighting; his older age means he has wise experience in both. He is a kindhearted and empathetic soul, who always prefers to listen and care for others' troubles rather than to deal with his own. A large part of his heart carries his mate Emberstar's endlessly difficult trials throughout her life. Hickorysight has never ceased in his desire to share the emotional burden of her heavy path. He is an excellent confidant and an even better advice giver. Though he is more likely to act as support for others' decisions, caution rules any decision making he does. This does not necessarily entail an aversion to aggression or battle, but Hickorysight is forever conscious of danger, risk, and treading on feelings. Some cats' dispositions do not take well to his anxious opinions, as caution often means the necessity for not taking action, and thus Hickorysight is not as popular amongst all as the compassionate tom would wish. He has a talent for teaching: his well-meaning nature, combined with his senior skillset, means that he is happiest when training apprentices.
Stealthfire  Power certainly seems to run through this bloodline. Taking after his brother, Jadeclaw is built sturdy. Though his fur is long and mane-like, it is less deceiving than one may think. Underneath it all, he is muscular and bulky. This can be credited to his constant burning need to keep up with his brother and impress his father, as when he was born, he was so weak that it was a concern that he would not make it past his first moon. His apprenticeship was difficult socially and, as a result, he is very sensitive to praise and searches for it constantly. Some see this as endearing, others find it annoying. Despite his age (and the struggles his age entail), his personality is upbeat and friendly, making him very easy to talk to. He would not consider himself immature, simply an optimist. He takes great pride in his position as a senior warrior and does his utmost to better his clan. Ace
 Leopardspots is a slender and lean grey she-cat with black spots on her pelt, her eyes are a dark grey/brownish color and her underbelly and chin are white. She is known for her loyalty and her curiosity gets a hold of her in many situations, which causes her to be pretty suspicious of even the slightest things. She is the littermate of Stormcloud, which means she would support any opinion that Stormcloud may have, despite what others may believe. Leopardspots loves hunting and defending her clan, and she is even open with having a mate and kits one day.
 Mistberry is a silver-and-white she-cat with darker stripes. She has long, fluffy and feathered fur. She has golden-green eyes. Mistberry has been a loyal warriors for many seasons, even if she doesn't know where her parents are. Her loyalty has never wavered and she will remain a loyal warrior. Mistberry is a laid back she-cat. She doesn't start fights for the sake of fighting, rather she would rather be rational and listen to all sides before making a decision. She is rarely angered and she does not have a sharp tongue. Mistberry prefers to keep to herself. She is quiet and only speaks when it’s her time. She loves to be with her clan mates and when she's up to socialize, she is easily the most friendliest cat anyone could meet. Mistberry, does however, has flaws. She lacks confidence and is pushover, despite being the one to be rational. She lets emotions make her decisions and it can lead to her judgement being wrong. She will eventually fall in the crowd that she deems to have the right choice when she can't come to one herself. 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗  Mosslight is a pale blue gray she-cat with very faint broken tabby marks across her pelt. The tabby markings on her face, however, are darker in color. When you see her, it's easy to tell which side of her family she got her looks from as she is basically a female Lichenstone. A lithe body and toned legs make her a very quick cat. Rounded ears and soft angular features make up her face. She has pale blue eyes that almost look silvery in certain kinds of light, which are reminiscent of her grandmother, Rainlark. Mosslight is a humble individual, often spending time with her grandfather, Lichenstone. Though she might not always believe every story he has ever told, she respects him and hunts for him often. Mosslight is a gentle and delicate she-cat that often lets her caring nature get the best of her. She is very loyal and dutiful to her clan, putting others before herself. Where she lacks the muscle, she makes up for in quick wit and speed. She is an excellent runner who could easily outrun most of her fellow warriors, however, it is short-lived due to lack of stamina.  Palethorn is the peak of beauty, with an exotic and rare coat. Although it wouldn't matter to the clan cats, Palethorn is actually a very prestigious breed, he's a Bengal, a very expensive breed, and not only that, he has a rare coloration of coat, making him worth thousands to humans. He's a snow leopard Bengal, with a soft creamy coat with light golden markings throughout his pelt. He has short, sleek, well kept fur, with very angular features, and wide silver eyes. He has made much improvement since when he first joined the clan, where he used to be plump and weak, he is now crafted into the pinnacle of warrior, strong muscles, lithe build, powerful legs. It's almost impossible to tell just by looking at him that this proud, ornery warrior was ever a kitty pet in the first place; but of course, such an exotic tom must have come from somewhere. Palethorn was born and raised a kitty pet in the nearest town, back then his name was Leo. For a large portion of his life he was raised in a loving household where all of his needs were met. He lived a luxurious life, free from strife or conflict, and Palethorn hated it. As a young tomcat he would spend most of his days perched at the windowsill, watching the forests that made up CopseClan territory. He had heard rumors of strange, barbaric cats that killed for sports and chewed on bones, something that didn't horrify him, only intrigued him. Without hesitation, the first chance he got he ran away from home and threw himself at the mercy of the CopseClan leader, begging to join in their ranks. He was reluctantly accepted, and the rest is history. During his moons as a warrior Palethorn has shown himself to be loyal, and talented. He has no remorse for the life he left behind, his dedication to CopseClan has been unwavering. And yet, there is this small, malicious spark in Palethorn, buried deep within him. He is ruefully ambitious, and keen to holding grudges. He does well to keep a mask of friendly demeanor, and he follows orders whenever he is told, but there's always been something scheming in the young tomcat. He is more than patient, waiting for the opportune moment, for the stars to align before he takes what he believes is rightfully his. But, Palethorn does well to keep these thoughts hidden, everyone else see's him as a noble, dutiful time, even if he is somewhat boastful. His confidence is unparalleled, making him a lady killer. Unfortunately, a visit to the vet as a house cat has left Palethorn unable to have kits of his own. He's renown as somewhat of a heart breaker, as he doesn't ever like getting settled down with one girl, he tends to lead them on, until he gets what he wants and then promptly move onto the next.  Riverstream is a big, fluffy gray tom with beady blue eyes and a black tail. He has black tabby stripes on his body, and he is muscular. He has a harsh scar on his hind right leg from a battle with a fox cub years ago. He looks a lot like his sister, but more like his father. He is more warrior than fathering, but does have a huge heart and can act like a giant kit sometimes. jayfeather  His pelt may come off black but when the sunlight hits, brown hues show through. His fur is long and slick, having been his pride and joy since his kithood. His paws are rather large for a tom of his size, never fully growing into them despite the desire to. All of his main features seemed to have repeated this pattern, his ears and his tail are also rather large for his small frame. Stormshadow is a poorly made paradox, constantly acting one way when he is the opposite. He tries to maintain the attitude of a cat who has great balance and pose. He is far from this, falling over his paws a lot and stumbling over his words as a nervous mess. He has a high superiority complex, liking to think himself smarter and more above his clanmates when in reality he's just as average as the next cat. He still can manage to cat a decent haul of prey and can fight fairly well, but nothing about him is truly special in any way. Underneath his messy personality, he is rather anxious and full of doubts towards himself. When not around his clanmates, he can be seen sulking by himself though if called out on this, he will vehemently deny the accusation. Stating they must have seen him wrong. ☾ѕησσzє☽  Known for her dappled coat and delicate features, Snowwhisker grew up being praised for little more than being pretty. Any achievement of hers that was rather average was often treated with a disproportionate amount of wonder, due to her striking appearance. This created a general insecurity inside of her surrounding her own intelligence and capability as a warrior and she has since developed something of a superiority complex. She trains hard and takes much pride in providing for her clan, but finds it hard to connect with others and thus, others find it hard to connect with her. Her demeanour is often chilly and condescending, a coping mechanism designed by her to overcome the awkwardness she feels when interacting with those she isn't particularly close with. However, when around her loved ones, the mask slips and she becomes significantly more loveable. Ace
 Built like a brick wall and capable of hitting like a freight train, there is little wonder as to how this tom survived the wars he has survived through. A life of war and struggle has left him steely and cold, keeping himself to himself and happy to keep it that way, Stormchaser is a mysterious older tom and one that is isolated by his very nature. A muscular tom, he is an intimidating creature to look at let alone converse with. He is marked with a thick coat that merely adds to his massive nature, coloured with a blend of silver and darker greys in a tabby formation, and his eyes are an equally dark stormy colour. Stormchaser was an older tom when war struck the clan, but anyone could tell you that he was of a similar personality prior to that. He is a cold and quiet tom, never to use ten words where two would do a good job in their place, very few cats would consider themselves friends with this tom, it is uncertain as to whether anyone could truly believe themselves in that elusive category. In truth this is a secretive tom, few know the truth but he was among the first contacted when the dark forest first tried to get their grips on the clan, and had very nearly joined the cause until the last moment, and he regrets what he did during those days of foolishness, and will likely never let anyone know of his involvement.
🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ  Tigersoul is a handsome dark ginger tabby tom with a soft and kind smile. He has a white underbelly and undertail with his back toes being white as well. One of his eyes is a beautiful golden brown with dark reddish specks with the other one being an icy blue with green surrounding his iris. He was a scar on his left shoulder blade from a battle with a fox along with his ear having a couple notches in it. Tigersoul is a pretty genuine tom with a heart of gold. He is a very accepting individual and tends to lend a helping paw to anyone in need. He is a cat that was wise beyond his years even as a kit, often giving advice to his clanmates. Despite all these positivities, he can be rather disorganized and a bit of a people pleaser. He wants to make everyone happy. As he gets older, this is becoming less and less of an issue.  Twistedbranch is massive richly brown tabby she-cat, with many hues blending throughout her pelt. Her wide green eyes make her look constantly alert, and her stark facial features magnify this effect. Her name was changed from Elmbranch when her tail became permanently kinked after it was severely broken in a fight. Twistedbranch has a deep knick in her left ear, and scars crossing her pelt that are mostly hidden by her dense fur and plentiful stripe patterns. Extremely dedicated to whatever she sets her mind to, Twistedbranch will fight tooth and nail to defend her opinions. Unfortunately, this has blocked her from much success, ultimately because her opinions are changeable as the wind. A temperamental she-cat, she sees most problems as being very simple in that there is little room for compromise. As a fierce fighter, Twistedbranch's large size helps her to be powerful and threatening to her foes. Her ambition has helped her to work hard as an apprentice and young warrior, but she was too young to feel the full violence of the last war. Nevertheless, Twistedbranch is of the fatal mind that if she has survived so far, she will doubtlessly survive anything else that could come her way.
Stealthfire  Violetshade is a gorgeous dark grey-and-black tabby she-cat. Besides her looks, she is fairly bland in personality. She has no sense of humour and often doesn’t see the beauty in things of worth. She keeps her pelt neat and cleans it whenever necessary or when she has the time. Violetshade would turn down any suggestion that she doesn’t find interesting in an instant. Despite having a blunt demeanor.  With his bright amber eyes, grey and orange pelt, and large, rounded ears, Alderpaw is something of a strange sight. He hopes he will grow into his appearance soon, but until then, he is doomed to be awkward. Though he excels as a hunter and a runner, when he's not utterly focused on a task at hand, he tends to trip over himself and mix up his wording. This anxiety has no known root cause; he has behaved as such since he was a kit. His combat abilities also leave much to be desired. Though he works hard, it's a well-known fact that his insecurity is a damning feature of his when it comes to staring down an opponent and engaging in most forms of competition. Alertness and the harnessing of his smell and sight is where his comfort zone lies. He is also rather lanky and can run seemingly forever without losing motivation or breath. A blazing coat of bright orange is what this tom would be most known for, if he didn't have a chronic disability to jump off the nearest large structure. Cometpaw is a long furred tom, with a handsome coat of blazing ginger, it is mostly mono colored, but the faintest markings of darker tabby markings can be made out on his coat. He has very fluffy fur, that he mostly keeps under control except for his spiky mane. He has sharp features, an angular face and pointed ears that are tufted at the ends. His incredibly thick coat makes him look much bigger than he actually is, but underneath all that fur he is a gaunt, gangly fellow. He would be a very large, muscular tom if he took better care of himself, but because of how little he eats it leads to his meat clinging to his bones, giving him an unsettling appearance, but again, most of this is hidden by his fluffy fur. He has dull, tired amber eyes with flecks of green muddied in them. All in all, Cometpaw is a very handsome tom, and the way he carries himself makes him hopelessly dreamy. Cometpaw has that sort of bad boy attitude that some mollies and toms are drawn into, that uncaring, rebellious, and blunt personality that teems with danger. Danger, in fact, is Cometpaw's middle name. Around camp he's known as somewhat of a dare devil, going through extreme stunts just for the thrill of it, all of it pretty much life threatening. Doing these extreme stunts seems to be the only time Cometpaw seems excited, or full of life. Most of the time he is a very monotone, dead pan, and hollow tom. It's hard to get any emotion out of him that isn't a snide smirk, or fake smile. Throwing himself at death's blade is the only time his eyes light up. Cometpaw was born an only child, so from a young age he depended on his charisma to make friends that he couldn't find in his siblings. His cool, aloof nature makes it easy for people to feel comfortable around him, but still lacking that familial bond, Cometpaw would act out. His stunts began when he was a kit, and only scaled as he got older. As far as memory can serve, Cometpaw was always this sort of hollow, when he was a child he would have moments of intense joy, but they were always followed by blue periods. Even though on the outside he has a cool, dead pan demeanor, on the inside his emotions are tumultuous. Although cats wouldn't know what to call it, Cometpaw exhibits behavior common among individuals with BPD and depression. It's hard for him to form close ties with others, so while others might consider him a friend, the feeling might not be returned.𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ  Her fur is long and mostly appears brown on most of her body until it reaches her head, which is black. She is rather small for an apprentice of her age but that doesn't mean she's meek and weak. She has lean muscles underneath her fur, making her rather fast and strong. This comes with it's downfalls but they only exist due to her own mentality. She tends to take on more than she can, resulting in her becoming overexerted. She doesn't let others see it when this happens though, claiming it's weak to let herself be seen as such. She doesn't hold her clanmates to the same standards she holds herself though, quick to slow down if she sees someone racing to catch up to her. She tries her best to be a good cat overall but she can be blinded by her own ambitions. She wishes to be the strongest warrior one day, something any apprentice can hope to strive for. The difference in her own desires is she is willing to go above and beyond to prove that she is in fact the strongest out of the bunch. She is not though, tending to miss on prey that should be easy for any cat. She does this because she tries to come up with new ways to catch prey, thinking that the old ways may not be the best. She looks up to their current leader but has her own opinions on subjects they rule over.  Tawnypaw is a ginger, russet, and white tabby she-cat with faded dark amber eyes. Her pelt is scruffy at best, and though she is very conscious of keeping it smooth, it always seems to stick up. She is of a stubby build, but finds that her strength comes in her powerful stout legs, perfect for springing lethally at prey, foes, or a tall tree. Tawnypaw is a very perceptive young she-cat, who is so determined to be extraordinary that she spends much of her time worrying over herself. Because of this, she is not judgmental of others in the least, rather, she is mainly concerned about her own image. Tawnypaw's desire to stand out results in her being a hardworking apprentice, but an unfortunate risk taker. She loves to compete against others in anything, whether it's training or simply apprentice duties. Tawnypaw believes that the greatest glory comes at the most dangerous costs, and will pursue individual recognition at high danger to herself.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:24:03 GMT -5
 There are few things in this world more powerful than a protective mother, so in that respect, this beautiful molly is worthy to be feared like the plague. Darkblossom is a smokey black shecat with long, thick, glossy fur that is sleek and well groomed. Pale golden eyes pop out of her dark face like full moons. Around her chest it fluffs out more to make a little wild mane, the coloration here is actually a bit lighter, more of a dark grey than black. She has sharp features, large pointed ears and a sharp snout, but the fluffiness of her fur makes her cheeks look chubby. She has a lithe build, devoid of a lot of muscles expected of a strong CospeClan warrior. She's always been on the skinnier side, underneath all that fur her body is rather malnourished. Ever since she was an apprentice, Darkblossom knew she wanted to be a mother, and she had decided early on that that was what she wanted to do with her life. As she went through her apprentice training, she found herself falling in love with her mentor, something she kept hidden until the very last moon of her apprenticeship. Fearing that the clan might reject their love if she was still his pupil, the two lovers decided to wait until her warrior ceremony before becoming mates. It didn't take long for her to quickly retire to the nursery, making her one of the youngest queens in the clan, but that doesn't make her naive. Darkblossom is a fantastic mother, not too loving and doting upon her children as to make them co-dependent, but not cruel or cold - well to THEM anyway. She watches over her children like a hawk, never letting them leave her sight, as in reality, Darkblossom is extremely paranoid. After losing her mother and father in the war that ravished the clan, Darkblossom began to fear for her own kids. She is extremely cold and judgmental to anyone who isn't her kits, not allowing anyone to visit them if she doesn't know them personally. Her sharp tongue is revealed whenever her children aren't in ear shot, and trust me, Darkblossom has a feisty nature that could split you in two. Her cruelty comes from a place of love though, as she is simply so terrified of something happening to her kittens that she will go through lengths to keep them out of harms way.  A stout build of well padded muscle coated by a thick layer of fat creates an overall plump, yet hardy frame with a meaty, sturdy feel. Periods of hunting trips, combat practice, and adventure have lent to the neat lining of thew along each of her bulky, stubby limbs, in turn allowing easy control over her body—movements always taken in confident, self-assured strides rather than the expected clumsiness associated with such a structure. Her physique as a whole is quite blocky and rectangular, with a slight arch that follows down toward her haunches, making up one of the main blueprints of her breed, the Siberian. As such, she’s stockier than most, equipped with a barrel-chest, large, oval paws, and a cute bobbed tail not unlike that of a doe’s. This rather tough, well upholstered musculature does little to pool into her size, however, which remains painfully below-average. Taking inspiration from her figure, this molly’s face is adorably rounded, with chubby cheeks tufted by plumes of sleek fur. Her muzzle is boxy, with a pink nose and white off-shooting whiskers. Eyes are disc-like in shape and sweet in expression, colored a soft heather emerald speckled over by fine gold. She has a broad forehead framed by two medium-sized ears with fluffy furnishings. Her pelt consists of thin, fine strands of fur, textured a plush velvet—concentrated mostly on the cascading ruffles that flow elegantly from her ankles. This fleece is patterned in typical caliby fashion, a rare look that blends the markings of both a calico and tabby. As a base, the fur is colored a rich russet-brown, tinted over with highlights of tawnies and umbers. Layering these colors are black strokes that line her face, paws, and tail. White freckles her facial features, pooling into her muzzle then her chest, before ultimately coming to dapple her back similar to the mottles seen on a fawn’s. With compassion on her tongue and protectiveness in her fangs, Fallowslate is considered a permanent, lovely addition to the nursery, acting like the Clan’s local babysitter. She’s the epitome of what a mother should be, the perfect blend of gentle teachings, utter warmth, and the occasional stern scolding. She takes care of kits when queens are absent or unwilling, matching a kitten’s endless supply of energy with her own bubbly character in play and in education. Having fostered many kits, this queen is known for her wisdom through motherhood and what it entails. As such, she helps new mothers navigate through the pressures of pregnancy, kitting, and the ultimate gift of raising offspring. A talent in hunting paired with an impressive efficiency in tracking, the molly also makes for an amazing predator and provider: employing such skills to feed the nursery when other warriors are lacking. Her keen sense of smell also comes handy for missing kittens, should one ever disappear. As a whole, she has a fun-loving, humorous air to her, providing the Clan comic relief when times become tough. This lends to her emotional stability as a result of all the losses she’s been through. Not only were her parents taken due to old age, but her mate and kits too. It’s unfortunate really, as Fallowslate yearned to start a family, trying many times with her late-consort. All these attempts regrettably ended in miscarriages, before ending altogether when her mate, Cedarthorn, was regrettably killed in the war. Still, she manages to hold a genuine sense of positivity and happiness, continuing to remain unwavering in the face of sorrow. This isn’t to mean she is without emotion—she very well goes through stages of grief—but they don’t control her life in ways some allow grief to. The only potential consequence that has come from these series of losses is a mildly overprotective personality. Despite knowing she’ll never replace the ones she loved, she truly hopes to one day be able to settle down and properly have kits with another individual.
【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】  Despite her beautiful looks, Hollymoon is the meanest cat you’ll meet. She never lets anything slip, and won’t let any warriors near her kit. She is very overly-protective and is snappy. She will kill anything that lays a paw on her kit, even in a good way. Now, you might think these two she-cats just ignore each other, but Hollymoon has a full on rivalry going with Darkblossom. Marshkit is a little younger than Darkblossom’s, and definitely smaller. Hollymoon will try to attack Baykit or Ashkit when coming near Marshkit, and sends them mean glances in the time she has. She is very pretty, but is always trying to make Darkblossom feel bad about herself. She is a white she-cat with faint black stripes, and her eyes are teal blue. She is very fluffy, and laying down looks like a sweet innocent baby, but when protecting her kit, is more dangerous than a leader protecting their Clan.
 If you meet Ashkit, you will know she is the spitting image of her mother. Smoky black fur color this she-cat save for the lighter silvery gray mane. Her fur is pretty long around her lithe body except for her face, making her sharp features apparent. She may look just like momma, but her eyes are all her daddy. Silvery green eyes glow from her dark face, mimicking a water-reflected moon. Ashkit is a generally sweet molly, though she can be a bit cold. She tries to be patient with her brother, Baykit, but has a tendency to lose her temper when she feels annoyed. However, she will always stick up for him regardless because she loves him. Other than a few bad traits, this she-cat has a very outgoing and determined personality. Ashkit is always wanting to be the very best at everything whether that's training or cleaning out the dens.
calliope  Baykit is a small, long furred silver tom with very pale green eyes. He has soft, curved features, a more rounded face and pair of ears. His tail is long and feathery, and he has a little black nose. Standing side by side with his black pelted mother, it is easy to tell that Baykit got most of his features from his father. The little tom grew up having only his mother to depend on, and likewise, his mother could only depend on him. So, they have a very tight bond, Baykit is the epitome of a 'mamas boy.' He's very introverted, even from a young age he didn't show much desire to go out and play with the other kits. Part of that might also be from the trauma he experienced at a very young age. When he was barely over a moon old, he was playing with the other kits and getting into mischief when he was accidentally bumped off the nursery, and fell down the tree, landing straight on his head. This caused him to constantly speak with a stutter, making it hard for him to get through his words. This terrifying experience only further isolated himself from the other kits, who he now viewed as dangerous. Baykit is a follower through and through, he will blindly do whatever his mother, or anyone else he trusts says without hesitation. He's not very bright, something probably attributed to the fall. He has a hard time learning new things, and grows frustrated at himself when he feels that he's messing up. The little tom is very emotional, making it easy for him to fly off the handle - though he rarely gets angry. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ _ Marshkit might be the cutest, sweetest, little, baby angel you’ve ever met. He has a white chest and belly, that reached up across his chin and stops above his nose. The rest of him is gray, except for his bright pink paw pads and nose. This kitten is the fluffiest cat in the Clan, getting it from his mother and then on top of that, he is a kit. He is the most polite cat ever, always saying please, thank you, ma’am, sir, and others, that make warriors almost cry over this kit. He is thought to have a growing problem by the medicine cat; he way smaller than a usual kitten, and hasn’t grown at all since birth. He has folded over ears and a perfect little fat tummy. He is adored over by his mother, and he loves her more than anything. He might be the closest thing to perfect you’ll find. jayfeather
 Very much a runt compared to most of her clan, this mouse of a kitten leaves much of the clan believing her to be mute. Rarely does she make as much as a peep, even around her brother and mother, she seems happy to remain in her own little world. When she does take the time to say something, you'll find Otterkit to be a surprisingly sweet and charming little creature, a swift tongue accompanied by a swift intellect, she chooses quietness not out of a shy nature but rather lacking the need to pipe up where she feels it is unneeded. Or at least that will be her reasoning when older, for now the likely explanation is the laziness of a very young kit. Otterkit will remain small for much of her life, but the fluffy soft grey pelt that marks her now will eventually mature into a sleek silver pelt, marked and dappled with colours of darker grey all over her back and body, with eyes of a dark ambery brown.  This sweet old molly has just about seen it all. Dustybriar was a once very beautiful silver molly, but time has muddied her colors, and there are more scars across her pelt than you could count. She has short, smooth fur that is kept well groomed, and rounded ears that are nearly destroyed by several small nicks and notches. She has a bushy tail, and a healthy build for a cat her age. Her eyes are a dusty golden, with many amber flecks within them. Dustybriar is a lovely old woman, she is kind, patient, and wise. While at first she was hesitant to retire to the elders den, she has sense fallen in love with the role of tired old grandma. She loves telling stories to the kits, and watching her clan mates from afar, offering them safe advice, and being there as a source of wisdom. She has lived a long life, and has experience many heart aches. Why, ask her and she'll tell you about the tale of her long lost love, her first mate was a brash and daring loner who captured her heart. She'll tell you about the countless battles she has fought, show you her scars and retell where each one came from, well, at least as far as her memory can serve. Once you get her talking it's hard to get her to stop.
 Lichenstone is a skinny pale gray tabby tom with light green eyes. He is frail and bony, but still quick as a fox. He is a calm old tom with seemingly unending patience for all. Lichenstone is ancient even for an elder, but it is most likely his peaceful nature that has made his long life possible. In his time as a warrior, he was constantly criticised for being cowardly. His aversion to fighting caused rumours long ago of his desires to be a medicine cat rather than a warrior, which was only prevented by him falling in love with a she-cat, Rainlark and having a litter of kits. When his mate died moons ago, Lichenstone felt he had lost his purpose in the clan, and his despair was only mediated by his surviving kin. Now, as most of his fellow warriors are in StarClan, Lichenstone loves to spend time with any kits, apprentices, or even warriors who are willing to listen to his stories. He adores time with young CopseClan members, but feels a deep pain each time one is lost to violence. The last war almost broke the sensitive tom's heart completely, and it is all he can do to speak passionately for peace at this time.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:25:28 GMT -5
Muscular dusky brown tom with sleek, short fur and dark green eyes. Dustybriar's father. Died during the war many moons ago.
Dusky black molly with long, thick fur and large pale yellow eyes. Shadeblossom's mother. Died during the war many moons ago.
Light brown tom with white patches on his coat, with faded green eyes. Dustybriar's son. Died during the war many moons ago.
Pitch black tom with long legs and a muscular build. Dark golden eyes. Shadeblossom's father. Died during the war many moons ago.
Silvery molly with tabby stripes and faded green eyes. Dustybriar's daughter. Murdered by Lilymist many moons ago.
Dainty snow white molly with one golden eye and one green eyes. Dustybriar's mother. Died to green cough many, many moons ago.
Pretty blue grey she-cat with misty blue eyes. Lichenstone's former mate, killed in battle many moons ago.
Dark grey tom with long, thick fur and sharp silver eyes. Shadeblossom's mate. Died by drowning in the meandering creek only a few moons ago.
Muscular dusky brown tom with long, thick fur and amber eyes. Dustybriar's brother. Died during the war many moons ago.
Beautiful white molly with sharp golden eyes, and long thick fur. Died by being crushes by a fallen log sent by StarClan. Dustybriar's sister.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:28:56 GMT -5
Mentors.
Stormchaser mentors Tawnypaw.
Driftwind mentors Cometpaw.
Riverstream mentors Alderpaw.
Tigersoul mentors Spiderpaw.
Families.
Emberstar and Hickorysight are the parents of Alderpaw, Monarchpaw and Tawnypaw, unbeknown to all except for Emberstar.
Darkblossom is the mother of Ashkit and Baykit.
Hollymoon is the mother of Marshkit and Otterkit.
Mates.
Hickorysight and Emberstar are mates. CopseClan have known more moons of war than they have known of peace.
The past war rendered us a broken group, memories of happier times are distant and difficult to recall, for recent moons have brought us the edge of extinction. Our paws are bloodied by the acts made necessary by the lives we led, and our history is littered with the bodies of the innocent, the weak or the unable. We did what we had to survive.
Only for history to repeat itself.
Little more than a couple of generations have passed since the last war, the clan only just beginning to recover before the dark begins calling once more. But this time they have new friends on their side, and if this time the Clan can't be brought to the side of the dark, it will be rendered to ash and ruin once more.
The dark is coming for CopseClan once more, and this time we might not be strong enough to survive. Emberstar; 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . Leader of the Clan currently,
Cats from the last war, a group closest to Emberstar and key to the success of the first rebellion, potentially Emberstar's mate among here. x2 available.
- Hickorysight; Stealthfire .
A new generation of cats, [not necessarily younger] willing to fight against the dark forest. x8 available
Neutral cats neither loyal to the DF or SC, however, too scared or unwilling to participate in another war. Infinite available.
The past leader, Emberstar's father and resident of the Dark Forest, heading the new war from beyond the grave.
Alive cats in the clan siding with the dark forest, either due to past alliances or wants of glory. Infinite.
🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . Emberstar, Stormchaser and Otterkit.
【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 . Monarchpaw and Rowanwillow.
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע . Mumblewolf and Fallowslate.
𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ . Dizzydance, Palethorn, Cometpaw, Darkblossom, Baykit and Dustybriar.
Stealthfire . Halfdawn, Hickorysight, Twistedbranch, Tawnypaw and Lichenstone.
jayfeather . Moonshadow, Riverstream, Hollymoon and Marshkit.
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 . Driftwind and Mistberry.
calliope . Mosslight, Tigersoul and Ashkit.
Ace , Jadeclaw, Snowwhisker and Alderpaw. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:32:34 GMT -5
Open, feel free to join!
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Jan 3, 2020 17:34:49 GMT -5
Save. Progress: Done
Prefixes claim: Fallow, Mumble, DF cat
Position claim: Deputy
Password: An Endless War
Mumblewolf.
A flexible frame padded by nicely fitted muscle of a lean, firm feel, creates an incredibly athletic, powerful figure with a majestic, keen silhouette. His shoulders are toned, with something of a broad aspect to them, bulk evenly distributed and primed for fluid maneuverability and amazing fighting command. As such, his bearings are graceful as they are sure-footed, a confident blend between the prowl of a poised leader and the posturing of a battle-ready soldier: shoulders drawn and stance wide. Though average in height, Mumblewolf remains one of the Clan’s token fighters, having nurtured an impressive combative flair since early apprenticeship to an ultimate mastery into young adulthood. This innate prowess, refined by moons of hands-on battle experience, makes for an especially formidable opponent of expert skill and admirable strength.
Running long and well kept across such sturdy proportions is pelage textured a silken velvet. As a base, the fur is colored a tanned cream, with a walnut-brown wash sweeping down the spine, past the flanks, and accenting the curly, lion-like mane draped around his neck. A silvery white marks his large paws, clinging like frost and coating it in a manner reminiscent to gloves: rising just below the ankles, before fading back into the rich browns of his legs. His broad face is masked in a shade of dark chocolate that reaches his tufted ears and forehead, perfectly accentuating handsome, rounded off icy blue eyes speckled in gradients of turquoise.
Renown for a solitary nature and guarded wit, Mumblewolf comes across as a quiet, vigilant watcher: a trait not exactly influenced by his muteness. Beneath a trained stare lurks a calculative and perceptive regard that sweeps the proximity with an almost uncomfortable intensity, always analyzing the surroundings and its inhabitants for signs of danger and usable information. This intensity paired with a soundless tongue contributes to an unnerving ambience in discussions, though he is generally noted to avoid them. It isn’t a shyness that lends to a more lonely existence, but a preference of ensuring the Clan’s safety over partaking in a gossiping collective. When it does come time to navigating through social circles, communication is performed through various forms of gestures, facial expressions, and body language. Usually, it is up to others to initiate conversations, as well as carry them, since Mumblewolf isn’t one to pursue social interaction. He’s mostly there to provide a patient, listening ear, rather than supply advice. Although wise and more than capable of offering input, he finds it a lot more beneficial for an individual to figure out their own solutions rather than fix it for them. Mumblewolf is dangerously clever and shrewd, especially when it comes down to tactical reasoning—having a great handle on strategy and what it entails. Whether that is rallying troops or deploying them to specific destinations, the deputy acts more like a general than anything else. He isn’t at all afraid of joining established garrisons, spurred on by a heart of courage almost rivaling that of loyalty. Though attuned to the call of battle, he is not rash, nor reckless, but is definitely confident and assertive. He always seeks an alternative route to conflict, but has no qualms against dispatching an inevitable threat if push comes to shove. Off duty, he continues discovering new ways to protect the Clan and renovate fighting techniques, but becomes a lot more accepting of company. It is completely normal to find this battle-hardened male transition into something more sweet and gentle, as beneath all the stress of co-leading a Clan, there lies an almost goofy and playful personality. And maybe, just maybe, one might have the honor of prompting a white-toothed smile.
@/catblah88
Deputy.
Open to maybe a sister. Otherwise N/A
Please no apprentices, as he’s going to be training Monarchpaw under Emberstar’s orders.
Fallowslate.
A stout build of well padded muscle coated by a thick layer of fat creates an overall plump, yet hardy frame with a meaty, sturdy feel. Periods of hunting trips, combat practice, and adventure have lent to the neat lining of thew along each of her bulky, stubby limbs, in turn allowing easy control over her body—movements always taken in confident, self-assured strides rather than the expected clumsiness associated with such a structure. Her physique as a whole is quite blocky and rectangular, with a slight arch that follows down toward her haunches, making up one of the main blueprints of her breed, the Siberian. As such, she’s stockier than most, equipped with a barrel-chest, large, oval paws, and a cute bobbed tail not unlike that of a doe’s. This rather tough, well upholstered musculature does little to pool into her size, however, which remains painfully below-average. Taking inspiration from her figure, this molly’s face is adorably rounded, with chubby cheeks tufted by plumes of sleek fur. Her muzzle is boxy, with a pink nose and white off-shooting whiskers. Eyes are disc-like in shape and sweet in expression, colored a soft heather emerald speckled over by fine gold. She has a broad forehead framed by two medium-sized ears with fluffy furnishings. Her pelt consists of thin, fine strands of fur, textured a plush velvet—concentrated mostly on the cascading ruffles that flow elegantly from her ankles. This fleece is patterned in typical caliby fashion, a rare look that blends the markings of both a calico and tabby. As a base, the fur is colored a rich russet-brown, tinted over with highlights of tawnies and umbers. Layering these colors are black strokes that line her face, paws, and tail. White freckles her facial features, pooling into her muzzle then her chest, before ultimately coming to dapple her back similar to the mottles seen on a fawn’s.
With compassion on her tongue and protectiveness in her fangs, Fallowslate is considered a permanent, lovely addition to the nursery, acting like the Clan’s local babysitter. She’s the epitome of what a mother should be, the perfect blend of gentle teachings, utter warmth, and the occasional stern scolding. She takes care of kits when queens are absent or unwilling, matching a kitten’s endless supply of energy with her own bubbly character in play and in education. Having fostered many kits, this queen is known for her wisdom through motherhood and what it entails. As such, she helps new mothers navigate through the pressures of pregnancy, kitting, and the ultimate gift of raising offspring.
A talent in hunting paired with an impressive efficiency in tracking, the molly also makes for an amazing predator and provider: employing such skills to feed the nursery when other warriors are lacking. Her keen sense of smell also comes handy for missing kittens, should one ever disappear.
As a whole, she has a fun-loving, humorous air to her, providing the Clan comic relief when times become tough. This lends to her emotional stability as a result of all the losses she’s been through. Not only were her parents taken due to old age, but her mate and kits too. It’s unfortunate really, as Fallowslate yearned to start a family, trying many times with her late-consort. All these attempts regrettably ended in miscarriages, before ending altogether when her mate, Cedarthorn, was regrettably killed in the war. Still, she manages to hold a genuine sense of positivity and happiness, continuing to remain unwavering in the face of sorrow. This isn’t to mean she is without emotion—she very well goes through stages of grief—but they don’t control her life in ways some allow grief to. The only potential consequence that has come from these series of losses is a mildly overprotective personality. Despite knowing she’ll never replace the ones she loved, she truly hopes to one day be able to settle down and properly have kits with another individual.
@/catblah88
Permanent Queen.
Open to having a crush.
Anything else.
Character Name.
Write a description of your character, inclusive of their personality and appearance.
Screenname.
DF Cat.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:39:06 GMT -5
I have no idea how to describe the noise I elicited when I saw that you had commented, but know it was a happy, pterodactyl like squeak XD
Could you possibly only claim one of those positions Myst?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:46:28 GMT -5
Ah I see, no worries! [/sub
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Jan 3, 2020 17:56:33 GMT -5
// Save for med app <3!!
Prefixes -- Monarch, Rowan
Password: An Endless War
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Monarchpaw, Image.
A sweet and heavenly creature drowned in liquid grace and beauty is what you'd think of Monarchpaw when you first see her. Her physique begins with long, slightly thick limbs that are considered weak to the average warrior novice, but still stronger than an apprentice the same age in the medical field. The physician's legs are proportionate to her healthy frame, which is layered by a medium-length coat. It’s slightly longer on her neck and tail, but the coloring of her pelt is what Monarchpaw was named after. Her palette consists of oranges, black, and white. Her pelt sports a shade of golden yellow, easily claiming the title as the fur’s base color since darkened ginger flames layer above her yellow. Since the darker orange covers the majority of the foundation, lines of gold appear to separate the ginger, appearing like veins. This could easily point to that her blood is pure, seeing as her veins are symbolically gold. However, these two colors swirl around each other so much that it’s a mixture of veins and tabby stripes. Accompanying the warm casts is a patch of white that runs from her face, along her neck, under her bosom, to in between her thighs. Her delicate paws up to her elbows are also white, while her hind legs are also coated in white boots. The last tone would be her most prominent; black. A charcoal stripe runs along her backside to her tailtip. Due to this bold marking, she’s gained a speckled look; a splatter of raven black splashed onto her flank and on her tail. It could also be seen on her face and compliments her black eartips. With all the warmth within this she-cat’s design, you could also be captivated by her round orbs that are beautifully colored amber and freckled with flakes of greens. Her interesting and welcoming appearance can fool you, however, due to Monarchpaw being a difficult she-cat. Occasionally you could find the medic snapping at her patients, in either way, Monarchpaw is snobby and rude time-to-time. Growing up as a fostered feline caused Monarchpaw to grow a resentful, strong independent, and solitary lifestyle, even though she's surrounded by clanmates. Because of this, Monarchpaw likes to prove her independence by not liking help, especially by believing everything should be done her way. Monarchpaw, in a sense, can be a know-it-all, and often enough, bossy. Due to her recent lack of connecting to StarClan and her want to not be a medicine cat apprentice, Monarchpaw has grown a bubble of insecurity, believing even more that her job as a physician is not right and she isn’t able to do anything she wants. This adds onto her arrogant personality. More so, she sees that the world is against her. Her insecurity of not connecting to StarClan has also created her solitary personality to shed even more so. The beauty has walls built up due to believing that her responsibility as a medicine cat apprentice will only slow down her work, ruin her friendships, and eventually lead to them being worthless. Despite this, if you work close enough with Monarchpaw, you can manage to build her walls down and discover an extremely loving she-cat. Sometimes it isn’t hard to see that she's fit to be a medicine cat apprentice since she’s gentle and always looking out for others. Along with her empathetic personality, you will discover that Monarchpaw is adventurous and always sneaking out of camp due to her yearning of wanting to be a warrior.
【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Daughter to Emberstar and Hickorysight
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Rowanwillow. Image.
Rowanwillow is a very charming tom. Having more of a lithe built than most, Rowanwillow has slender legs that seemed to be even with his tightened stomach. This athlete's appearance isn't any less unattractive with this thicker coat that is placed upon his impressive physique. The hair is medium-length and is often out of place due to constantly being on a move. Rowanwillow gets his name from his fur, seeing that the base of his coat is a beautiful fire-y red. In the sun, this male's impressive coat can be spotted with undertones of a beautiful orange-yellow, almost fire-like gold. Complimenting Rowanwillow's red is a deep, rich cocoa brown. It starts from his forehead and runs down his back until it hits the base of his tail. The only remaining black from there would be a black tail-tip. Along with that, Rowanwillow has lighter brown tabby markings along his face and his forearms, which are really prominent from afar. The only white on Rowanwillow is his right paw and his toes on his back paws, that seem to be complete with all the different hues of red and brown. With all the fall-like shades, Rowanwillow has a dark red nose that almost seems to hide with the same color of his fur. Right above his nose are beautiful light green almond shaped orbs seem to be cold when you first look at Rowanwillow. His features are sharp, such as his muzzle and facial structure. On top of his handsome cranium are long pointed ears that seem to take in sounds easily. With a sharper appearance, you'd be surprised with the personality Rowanwillow displays. The athlete sure knows how to be an amazingly charismatic boy. He's extremely socially skilled and friendly to others, having easy-going conversations with most of his clanmates. Because of his friendliness, Rowanwillow grows an attachment to most of his comrades easily and thus is overprotective and loyal. He's constantly worrying and considering other's opinions before his, which could be why Rowanwillow is such an attractive male, despite his overly attractive physique. Either way, his extreme intelligence allows him to get out of situations easily and makes him a better hunter than warrior. Since he lacks brutal force that is needed to be an amazing warrior and has great agility to him, Rowanwillow has come up with his own techniques throughout his training as an apprentice to become a stronger warrior than he is, but rather prefers hunting than fighting. Rowanwillow is the type to admire and be grateful for all the littlest things in the land. Despite having other things to do in the clan, he finishes his work as soon as possible before leaving and not returning until it is dark. You could say that because he does stuff like that, Rowanwillow is definitely brave. More than often he slips past getting in trouble but does get his warnings every other moon. You see, Rowanwillow, for the most part, is a dare-devil. He loves to do things new and isn't scared to risk anything for something new.
【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】
Warrior
Open to all relationships
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 17:57:06 GMT -5
Y'all are going to have my neighbours thinking I'm nuts.
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 3, 2020 18:06:08 GMT -5
Lichenstone
Lichenstone is a skinny pale gray tabby tom with light green eyes. He is frail and bony, but still quick as a fox. He is a calm old tom with seemingly unending patience for all. Lichenstone is ancient even for an elder, but it is most likely his peaceful nature that has made his long life possible. In his time as a warrior, he was constantly criticised for being cowardly. His aversion to fighting caused rumours long ago of his desires to be a medicine cat rather than a warrior, which was only prevented by him falling in love with a she-cat, Rainlark and having a litter of kits. When his mate died moons ago, Lichenstone felt he had lost his purpose in the clan, and his despair was only mediated by his surviving kin. Now, as most of his fellow warriors are in StarClan, Lichenstone loves to spend time with any kits, apprentices, or even warriors who are willing to listen to his stories. He adores time with young CopseClan members, but feels a deep pain each time one is lost to violence. The last war almost broke the sensitive tom's heart completely, and it is all he can do to speak passionately for peace at this time.
Stealthfire
Elder
Relationships: Would be VERY happy to list any warriors as his kits, I definitely see him with multiple litters
Password: An Endless War
Hickorysight
Hickorysight is a dense, short furred light grey tom with shocking yellow eyes. He has clear, handsome features, and always manages to move with elegant grace. Hickorysight is equally proficient in hunting and fighting; his older age means he has wise experience in both. He is a kindhearted and empathetic soul, who always prefers to listen and care for others' troubles rather than to deal with his own. A large part of his heart carries his mate Emberstar's endlessly difficult trials throughout her life. Hickorysight has never ceased in his desire to share the emotional burden of her heavy path. He is an excellent confidant and an even better advice giver. Though he is more likely to act as support for others' decisions, caution rules any decision making he does. This does not necessarily entail an aversion to aggression or battle, but Hickorysight is forever conscious of danger, risk, and treading on feelings. Some cats' dispositions do not take well to his anxious opinions, as caution often means the necessity for not taking action, and thus Hickorysight is not as popular amongst all as the compassionate tom would wish. He has a talent for teaching: his well-meaning nature, combined with his senior skillset, means that he is happiest when training apprentices.
Stealthfire
Warrior
Relationships: Emberstar's mate
Anything else: Veteran
Twistedbranch
Twistedbranch is massive richly brown tabby she-cat, with many hues blending throughout her pelt. Her wide green eyes make her look constantly alert, and her stark facial features magnify this effect. Her name was changed from Elmbranch when her tail became permanently kinked after it was severely broken in a fight. Twistedbranch has a deep knick in her left ear, and scars crossing her pelt that are mostly hidden by her dense fur and plentiful stripe patterns. Extremely dedicated to whatever she sets her mind to, Twistedbranch will fight tooth and nail to defend her opinions. Unfortunately, this has blocked her from much success, ultimately because her opinions are changeable as the wind. A temperamental she-cat, she sees most problems as being very simple in that there is little room for compromise. As a fierce fighter, Twistedbranch's large size helps her to be powerful and threatening to her foes. Her ambition has helped her to work hard as an apprentice and young warrior, but she was too young to feel the full violence of the last war. Nevertheless, Twistedbranch is of the fatal mind that if she has survived so far, she will doubtlessly survive anything else that could come her way.
Stealthfire
Warrior
Relationships: Open to any relationships
Anything else: Slayer
Tawnypaw
Tawnypaw is a ginger, russet, and white tabby she-cat with faded dark amber eyes. Her pelt is scruffy at best, and though she is very conscious of keeping it smooth, it always seems to stick up. She is of a stubby build, but finds that her strength comes in her powerful stout legs, perfect for springing lethally at prey, foes, or a tall tree. Tawnypaw is a very perceptive young she-cat, who is so determined to be extraordinary that she spends much of her time worrying over herself. Because of this, she is not judgmental of others in the least, rather, she is mainly concerned about her own image. Tawnypaw's desire to stand out results in her being a hardworking apprentice, but an unfortunate risk taker. She loves to compete against others in anything, whether it's training or simply apprentice duties. Tawnypaw believes that the greatest glory comes at the most dangerous costs, and will pursue individual recognition at high danger to herself.
Stealthfire
Apprentice
Relationships:
Rainlark
Pretty blue grey she-cat with misty blue eyes. Lichenstone's former mate, killed in battle many moons ago.
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 3, 2020 18:08:10 GMT -5
Hellooo Necro, this looks awesome! How would you feel about me making a tom for Emberstar's mate?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 18:09:49 GMT -5
That'd be absolutely fine with me!
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 3, 2020 20:40:48 GMT -5
There they are, went and made a little StarClan form for Lichen's mate as well if that's cool
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 3, 2020 20:42:29 GMT -5
Absolutely fab  shall add in the morning!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 4, 2020 11:26:44 GMT -5
Added Stealthfire let me know if there are any issues.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 4, 2020 12:56:19 GMT -5
CACTI'S CHARACTERS ✫
Baykit } - - 2 Moons . Male . Kit . Sexuality undecided, #000000
Cometpaw } - - 15 Moons . Male . Apprentice . Demisexual #000000
Dizzydance } - - 29 Moons . Female . Warrior . Bisexual #000000
Darkblossom } - - 16 Moons . Female . Queen . Heterosexual #000000
Palethorn } - - 29 Moons . Male . Warrior . Heterosexual #000000
Dustybriar } - - 127 Moons . Female . Elder . Heterosexual #000000 Baykit. Baykit is a small, long furred silver tom with very pale green eyes. He has soft, curved features, a more rounded face and pair of ears. His tail is long and feathery, and he has a little black nose. Standing side by side with his black pelted mother, it is easy to tell that Baykit got most of his features from his father. The little tom grew up having only his mother to depend on, and likewise, his mother could only depend on him. So, they have a very tight bond, Baykit is the epitome of a 'mamas boy.' He's very introverted, even from a young age he didn't show much desire to go out and play with the other kits. Part of that might also be from the trauma he experienced at a very young age. When he was barely over a moon old, he was playing with the other kits and getting into mischief when he was accidentally bumped off the nursery, and fell down the tree, landing straight on his head. This caused him to constantly speak with a stutter, making it hard for him to get through his words. This terrifying experience only further isolated himself from the other kits, who he now viewed as dangerous. Baykit is a follower through and through, he will blindly do whatever his mother, or anyone else he trusts says without hesitation. He's not very bright, something probably attributed to the fall. He has a hard time learning new things, and grows frustrated at himself when he feels that he's messing up. The little tom is very emotional, making it easy for him to fly off the handle - though he rarely gets angry. @/cactusbloom. Kit. Mother is Darkblossom. Father was Seafrost. Siblings are ____. Plot Role: None yet.
Cometpaw.
A blazing coat of bright orange is what this tom would be most known for, if he didn't have a chronic disability to jump off the nearest large structure. Cometpaw is a long furred tom, with a handsome coat of blazing ginger, it is mostly mono colored, but the faintest markings of darker tabby markings can be made out on his coat. He has very fluffy fur, that he mostly keeps under control except for his spiky mane. He has sharp features, an angular face and pointed ears that are tufted at the ends. His incredibly thick coat makes him look much bigger than he actually is, but underneath all that fur he is a gaunt, gangly fellow. He would be a very large, muscular tom if he took better care of himself, but because of how little he eats it leads to his meat clinging to his bones, giving him an unsettling appearance, but again, most of this is hidden by his fluffy fur. He has dull, tired amber eyes with flecks of green muddied in them. All in all, Cometpaw is a very handsome tom, and the way he carries himself makes him hopelessly dreamy. Cometpaw has that sort of bad boy attitude that some mollies and toms are drawn into, that uncaring, rebellious, and blunt personality that teems with danger. Danger, in fact, is Cometpaw's middle name. Around camp he's known as somewhat of a dare devil, going through extreme stunts just for the thrill of it, all of it pretty much life threatening. Doing these extreme stunts seems to be the only time Cometpaw seems excited, or full of life. Most of the time he is a very monotone, dead pan, and hollow tom. It's hard to get any emotion out of him that isn't a snide smirk, or fake smile. Throwing himself at death's blade is the only time his eyes light up. Cometpaw was born an only child, so from a young age he depended on his charisma to make friends that he couldn't find in his siblings. His cool, aloof nature makes it easy for people to feel comfortable around him, but still lacking that familial bond, Cometpaw would act out. His stunts began when he was a kit, and only scaled as he got older. As far as memory can serve, Cometpaw was always this sort of hollow, when he was a child he would have moments of intense joy, but they were always followed by blue periods. Even though on the outside he has a cool, dead pan demeanor, on the inside his emotions are tumultuous. Although cats wouldn't know what to call it, Cometpaw exhibits behavior common among individuals with BPD and depression. It's hard for him to form close ties with others, so while others might consider him a friend, the feeling might not be returned.
@/cactusbloom.
Apprentice.
Mother is Mistberry. Father was ____.
Plot Role: The slayers.
Dizzydance.
Fluffy, ditsy, and over all a goof ball, and that's pretty much all you need to know about Dizzydance. This beautiful, long furred molly has a soft beige coat, with Siamese points. She would look very elegant, the picture of beauty, if she wasn't so fluffy and unkempt. Big, bright blue eyes pop out of her dark brown mask. Her facial features are rounded, with chubby cheeks and curbed ears. Dizzydance isn't the brightest berry in the bush, that's for sure. Absent minded, easily distracted, and a heavy day dreamer, it's easy to wonder why she took so long to achieve the rank of warrior. But there is no accounting for her loyalty to the clan, and her enthusiasm to serve it. This molly always thinks that the glass is half full, she brushes aside negativity easily, and will always be the first to add in a bright side to any bad situation. She has a heart of gold, and a big one at that, it makes her fall in love easily. She has been in and out of several relationships, all of which have ended in a muddy sort of territory. Her constantly cheerful and airy personality can rub people the wrong way, causing break ups to eventually happen, but more often, Dizzydance actually finds herself falling in love with someone else. She bounces between feelings for others quickly, and this is because she has a need to feel wanted by others. Losing her father at a young age left Dizzydance with some abandonment issues, she feels safe and secure when she's madly in love, and someone is madly in love with her. But when feelings eventually stagnate, she never wants to settle down and fall out of the honey moon phase, she is quick to jump to a new relationship.
@/cactusbloom.
Warrior.
Mother is Dustybriar. Father was Onyx. Siblings are open.
Plot Role: The resigned.
Other: Has a biiig crush on Stormchaser at the moment.
Darkblossom.
There are few things in this world more powerful than a protective mother, so in that respect, this beautiful molly is worthy to be feared like the plague. Darkblossom is a smokey black shecat with long, thick, glossy fur that is sleek and well groomed. Pale golden eyes pop out of her dark face like full moons. Around her chest it fluffs out more to make a little wild mane, the coloration here is actually a bit lighter, more of a dark grey than black. She has sharp features, large pointed ears and a sharp snout, but the fluffiness of her fur makes her cheeks look chubby. She has a lithe build, devoid of a lot of muscles expected of a strong CospeClan warrior. She's always been on the skinnier side, underneath all that fur her body is rather malnourished. Ever since she was an apprentice, Darkblossom knew she wanted to be a mother, and she had decided early on that that was what she wanted to do with her life. As she went through her apprentice training, she found herself falling in love with her mentor, something she kept hidden until the very last moon of her apprenticeship. Fearing that the clan might reject their love if she was still his pupil, the two lovers decided to wait until her warrior ceremony before becoming mates. It didn't take long for her to quickly retire to the nursery, making her one of the youngest queens in the clan, but that doesn't make her naive. Darkblossom is a fantastic mother, not too loving and doting upon her children as to make them co-dependent, but not cruel or cold - well to THEM anyway. She watches over her children like a hawk, never letting them leave her sight, as in reality, Darkblossom is extremely paranoid. After losing her mother and father in the war that ravished the clan, Darkblossom began to fear for her own kids. She is extremely cold and judgmental to anyone who isn't her kits, not allowing anyone to visit them if she doesn't know them personally. Her sharp tongue is revealed whenever her children aren't in ear shot, and trust me, Darkblossom has a feisty nature that could split you in two. Her cruelty comes from a place of love though, as she is simply so terrified of something happening to her kittens that she will go through lengths to keep them out of harms way.
@/cactusbloom.
Queen.
Mother was Coalflower. Father was Longshadow. Mate was Seafrost. Siblings are open. Kits are Baykit, ___.
Plot Role: The slayers.
Palethorn.
Palethorn is the peak of beauty, with an exotic and rare coat. Although it wouldn't matter to the clan cats, Palethorn is actually a very prestigious breed, he's a Bengal, a very expensive breed, and not only that, he has a rare coloration of coat, making him worth thousands to humans. He's a snow leopard Bengal, with a soft creamy coat with light golden markings throughout his pelt. He has short, sleek, well kept fur, with very angular features, and wide silver eyes. He has made much improvement since when he first joined the clan, where he used to be plump and weak, he is now crafted into the pinnacle of warrior, strong muscles, lithe build, powerful legs. It's almost impossible to tell just by looking at him that this proud, ornery warrior was ever a kitty pet in the first place; but of course, such an exotic tom must have come from somewhere. Palethorn was born and raised a kitty pet in the nearest town, back then his name was Leo. For a large portion of his life he was raised in a loving household where all of his needs were met. He lived a luxurious life, free from strife or conflict, and Palethorn hated it. As a young tomcat he would spend most of his days perched at the windowsill, watching the forests that made up CopseClan territory. He had heard rumors of strange, barbaric cats that killed for sports and chewed on bones, something that didn't horrify him, only intrigued him. Without hesitation, the first chance he got he ran away from home and threw himself at the mercy of the CopseClan leader, begging to join in their ranks. He was reluctantly accepted, and the rest is history. During his moons as a warrior Palethorn has shown himself to be loyal, and talented. He has no remorse for the life he left behind, his dedication to CopseClan has been unwavering. And yet, there is this small, malicious spark in Palethorn, buried deep within him. He is ruefully ambitious, and keen to holding grudges. He does well to keep a mask of friendly demeanor, and he follows orders whenever he is told, but there's always been something scheming in the young tomcat. He is more than patient, waiting for the opportune moment, for the stars to align before he takes what he believes is rightfully his. But, Palethorn does well to keep these thoughts hidden, everyone else see's him as a noble, dutiful time, even if he is somewhat boastful. His confidence is unparalleled, making him a lady killer. Unfortunately, a visit to the vet as a house cat has left Palethorn unable to have kits of his own. He's renown as somewhat of a heart breaker, as he doesn't ever like getting settled down with one girl, he tends to lead them on, until he gets what he wants and then promptly move onto the next.
@/cactusbloom.
Warrior.
Mother is Jinx. Father is Sable. Siblings are open, but they would have to be kitty pets/loners.
Plot Role: The slayers.
Dustybriar.
This sweet old molly has just about seen it all. Dustybriar was a once very beautiful silver molly, but time has muddied her colors, and there are more scars across her pelt than you could count. She has short, smooth fur that is kept well groomed, and rounded ears that are nearly destroyed by several small nicks and notches. She has a bushy tail, and a healthy build for a cat her age. Her eyes are a dusty golden, with many amber flecks within them. Dustybriar is a lovely old woman, she is kind, patient, and wise. While at first she was hesitant to retire to the elders den, she has sense fallen in love with the role of tired old grandma. She loves telling stories to the kits, and watching her clan mates from afar, offering them safe advice, and being there as a source of wisdom. She has lived a long life, and has experience many heart aches. Why, ask her and she'll tell you about the tale of her long lost love, her first mate was a brash and daring loner who captured her heart. She'll tell you about the countless battles she has fought, show you her scars and retell where each one came from, well, at least as far as her memory can serve. Once you get her talking it's hard to get her to stop.
@/cactusbloom.
Elder.
Mother was Petalfrost. Father was Antlerclaw. Siblings were Lilymist and Stagheart. Mate was Onyx. Daughter is Dizzydance, ____. Open for way more kits. Orchidpaw and Fawnstep were her children.
Plot Role: The resigned.
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Seafrost - - Rank: StarClan - - Dark grey tom with long, thick fur and sharp silver eyes. Shadeblossom's mate. Died by drowning in the meandering creek only a few moons ago.
Coalflower - - Rank: StarClan - - Dusky black molly with long, thick fur and large pale yellow eyes. Shadeblossom's mother. Died during the war many moons ago.
Longshadow - - Rank: StarClan - - Pitch black tom with long legs and a muscular build. Dark golden eyes. Shadeblossom's father. Died during the war many moons ago.
Petalfrost - - Rank: StarClan - - Dainty snow white molly with one golden eye and one green eyes. Dustybriar's mother. Died to green cough many, many moons ago.
Antlerclaw - - Rank: StarClan - - Muscular dusky brown tom with sleek, short fur and dark green eyes. Dustybriar's father. Died during the war many moons ago.
Stagheart - - Rank: StarClan - - Muscular dusky brown tom with long, thick fur and amber eyes. Dustybriar's brother. Died during the war many moons ago.
Orchidpaw - - Rank: StarClan - - Silvery molly with tabby stripes and faded green eyes. Dustybriar's daughter. Murdered by Lilymist many moons ago.
Fawnstep - - Rank: StarClan - - Light brown tom with white patches on his coat, with faded green eyes. Dustybriar's son. Died during the war many moons ago.
Lilymist - - Rank: Dark Forest - - Beautiful white molly with sharp golden eyes, and long thick fur. Died by being crushes by a fallen log sent by StarClan. Dustybriar's sister. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 4, 2020 14:54:13 GMT -5
So Dizzy is essentially me with fur? XD
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 4, 2020 15:50:30 GMT -5
(Lol, I mean Cometpaw is me with fur too so,)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 4, 2020 16:00:37 GMT -5
Fair enough XD any of your queens kits up for grabs?
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 4, 2020 16:20:29 GMT -5
(Yea of course, they were already going to be born, about 2 moons old. c: I’ll have one claimed too I just don’t have a name, anyone can totally feel free to make one by the way!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 4, 2020 17:16:09 GMT -5
If its ok with you Cac, I might actually see if anyone else wants one first. I have a couple of other characters in mind I might be adding and don't want to flood myself all at once.
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Post by hiiiiiii on Jan 4, 2020 17:25:55 GMT -5
OtterSpeck|| 16 Moons|| She-Cat
OtterSpeck is a caramel brown cat with light brown boots and a white tip on her tail. She has light-brown eyes that seem to have gold flecks floating around in them. She is very talkative and very optimistic. She loves to hunt and is hoping to receive an apprentice soon . She can be a bit bossy and sometimes is a bit too overprotective. She grew up with her kittypet mother and she came to the camp as a lost kit.
Rank- Warrior
Relations- daughter of fairy- sister to ace, copper, and akasha
Screenname- hiiiiiii
Willing to Mentor- Yes
SoftDusk|| 37 moons || She-Cat
SoftDusk is a Maine coon with purplish coloring. She has bright blue eyes that shine like crystals. SoftDusk is very passionate about what she does and is very wise. But she can miss her life when she lived in the forest. She can be very jittery and all over the place. She is very delicate and can become emotional easily. She can normally be seen in her den or talking to other cats around the camp.
Rank- Medic
Relationship- Sister to Pepper- and mother to lemon frost - mate: FerretWhisker
Screenname- hiiiiiii
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jan 4, 2020 17:32:16 GMT -5
Hi Hiii [that's confusing XD] I'm really sorry but I'm going to have to decline you for a few reasons.
a - you've failed to use the form provided,
b - you haven't included the password as per the requirements of the rules,
and c - unfortunately it wouldn't appear that you meet the literacy requirements of the clan.
Really sorry, but best of luck elsewhere!
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Jan 4, 2020 17:47:09 GMT -5
(Yeah that's no problem man c: You don't have to take one.)
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Post by Stealthfire on Jan 4, 2020 17:58:04 GMT -5
[All looks perfect necro thanks a mil! Would we want Tawny to be an ember/hickory daughter as well? Ooh Cactus I love the idea of a cold judgmental queen, also I think Cometpaw and Tawnypaw are going to get into absolute danger together]
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shall add in the morning! 
