Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 25, 2020 0:20:07 GMT -5
{Ah my jump ins never get attention but this will be fun to write out c:}
ChannelClan
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Warm, sunny and peaceful days aren't uncommon in the serene existence of ChannelClan. For years, ChannelClan has cooperated with the natural resources of the secluded valley, thriving within its limits and disturbing no one outside their cozy home. These cats are used to the warmth and laid-back life in the area of the channel, cutting through their lively home. But they were never prepared for what might come along in the rushing waters of their name. Strange cats, not of their clan, have been sliding into their realm with no warning, and there are more and more of them. It is said that they are waiting to invade. They are moving in on the camp residing to the river. ChannelClan is doing its best to stop the problem, but nothing seems to work. Will some cat, be able to come up with a plan to get rid of these mysterious newcomers? Or will ChannelClan be driven out forever?
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Allegiances
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Leader
Canalstar - 45 moons - A golden she-cat with a delicate and small frame with lit up blue eyes. Her cheeks, paws, and tail are white, and there is a slightly darker gold stripe around her torso and her legs. She is calm and collected, noble, forgetful, and laid-back. She loves the cold mornings and nights, and likes to be social. - Open for mates, crushes or kin; Nightfall is littermate
Deputy
This spot has been claimed by Heatherfawn
Medicine Cat
Silkfur- 54 moons- light cream-furred she-cat with darker legs and face. She is very intelligent and patient- has she not been called to serve StarClan, she would have make a exceptional warrior.
Medicine Cat app
Open
Warriors
Nightfall- 45 moons- smoky black tom. Goofy, he is always cracking a joke and doing his own thing, making the Clan happy being his self-proclaimed calling. Warrior and Canalstar's littermate.
Heatherfawn- 68 moons- light brown tabby she-cat with thin fur and amber eyes. She an experienced warrior with many seasons under her belt thus making her one of the wisest cats in the Clan. She is calm and level-headed and has been a mentor to many. Her mission in life is to keep ChannelClan safe from any dangers. - Future deputy, to be appointed soon
Shadowheart- 30 moons- jet-black, long-haired she-cat with blazing green eyes. Snappy and serious and ambitious, she doesnt have many friends due to her frost personality at times but she is a fierce warrior, dependable and a loyal cat. She is in love with Hazelmist but refuses to even acknowledge him due to her scared of rejection and not wanting to be distracted from her warrior duties.
Frostfur- 42 moons- pure-white she-cat with a plumy tail and pretty blue eyes. Calm and collected and sweet, she is the most harmless and pure cat there could be- that is if you arent an enemy. She then becomes a ferocious fighter, willing and able to take on anyone and anything for the sake of her Clan.
Thornfang- 72 moons- large gray and white tom with scarred pelt. A courageous fighter and loyal cat, he is very traditional in his ways, and doesnt do well with changes. - Mate to Heatherfawn
Sparrownose- 56 moons- dark brown tom with ragged pelt and pale pink nose. His left eye is poor, so he relies on his sharp hearing to keep up with his duties. Formally a loner.
Hazelmist - 23 moons - Gray tom with black underbelly and face, star on forehead. His eyes are a green the color of the foothills, accented with flecks of sweet honey brown. He's a charming fellow, and is always out to impress and please. He is dedicated and focused, but can be a little too self-centered and over-confident. He dives into things without thinking and takes risks and opportunities whenever he can. - Kin to Frostfur; open to mates, crushes, or more kin
Snowberry - 34 moons - Slim brown she-cat with mesmerizing papaya colored eyes and ticked short fur. Her tail is just a stump, and her ears are long and thin. White speckles dot her body all around her torso and down her legs and tail, and even has a few on her face like freckles. She loves winter and hunting, and is very witty and dignified. She is helpful and attentive, but likes to work on things on her own and tends to be busy. She's not a big fan of kits and doesn't plan to have any. - Open to mates, crushes, or kin
Apprentices
Maplepaw - 10 moons - Bulky and tall dilute tortoiseshell with one eye dipped in ice blue. Her legs are light orange and her paws are white. Maplepaw is very serious and honest, plus very generous. But she can be narrow-minded and messy. - Open to crushes or kin
Queens and kits
Elders
Ferntail- 87 moons- tortoiseshell she-cat. Elder and mother to Snowberry.
Loners/Strange cats
Starters
Hm... Which one? I can't decide. Canalstar loomed over the sweet bunches one of the warriors had made her, and there were plenty and they each had different sweet plants inside, her eyes were half closed, and she was completely relaxed. She kept her mind from the thought of the strange cats outside the camp roaming, and focused more on the sunny calm day, and how she wouldn't try to overwork herself. She wondered how the warriors felt about the whole ordeal as she chose over the desserts. Canalstar had many reactions over the problem herself, and they swirled around her like leaves in the wind in fall, each a different shape and color. She couldn't make a full decision on a move toward the cats, since she had no idea of their intentions. She was scared, really. What do they want, anyway? She nudged a bunch she had been eyeing, and licked it, tasting the warm honey leaking out of the sweet tasting leaves.
Birds chirped and the leaves rustled. Snowberry stuck her ebony nose into the packed air, sorting through the various, sweet and familiar smells of her home. She was cautious and alert, even a little skittish. The past days had been tense, with the presence of the strange cats throughout the forest. The smells leaked into the warmth of the forest like snakes. She walked further into the lush shrubbery, catching the scent of a squirrel. Squirrel would be a tasty treat right now, Snowberry realized, and crept after it, ducked low and her ears flitting around. Her eyes bounced around the area, looking for both prey and predator alike.
ChannelClan
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Warm, sunny and peaceful days aren't uncommon in the serene existence of ChannelClan. For years, ChannelClan has cooperated with the natural resources of the secluded valley, thriving within its limits and disturbing no one outside their cozy home. These cats are used to the warmth and laid-back life in the area of the channel, cutting through their lively home. But they were never prepared for what might come along in the rushing waters of their name. Strange cats, not of their clan, have been sliding into their realm with no warning, and there are more and more of them. It is said that they are waiting to invade. They are moving in on the camp residing to the river. ChannelClan is doing its best to stop the problem, but nothing seems to work. Will some cat, be able to come up with a plan to get rid of these mysterious newcomers? Or will ChannelClan be driven out forever?
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Allegiances
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Leader
Canalstar - 45 moons - A golden she-cat with a delicate and small frame with lit up blue eyes. Her cheeks, paws, and tail are white, and there is a slightly darker gold stripe around her torso and her legs. She is calm and collected, noble, forgetful, and laid-back. She loves the cold mornings and nights, and likes to be social. - Open for mates, crushes or kin; Nightfall is littermate
Deputy
This spot has been claimed by Heatherfawn
Medicine Cat
Silkfur- 54 moons- light cream-furred she-cat with darker legs and face. She is very intelligent and patient- has she not been called to serve StarClan, she would have make a exceptional warrior.
Medicine Cat app
Open
Warriors
Nightfall- 45 moons- smoky black tom. Goofy, he is always cracking a joke and doing his own thing, making the Clan happy being his self-proclaimed calling. Warrior and Canalstar's littermate.
Heatherfawn- 68 moons- light brown tabby she-cat with thin fur and amber eyes. She an experienced warrior with many seasons under her belt thus making her one of the wisest cats in the Clan. She is calm and level-headed and has been a mentor to many. Her mission in life is to keep ChannelClan safe from any dangers. - Future deputy, to be appointed soon
Shadowheart- 30 moons- jet-black, long-haired she-cat with blazing green eyes. Snappy and serious and ambitious, she doesnt have many friends due to her frost personality at times but she is a fierce warrior, dependable and a loyal cat. She is in love with Hazelmist but refuses to even acknowledge him due to her scared of rejection and not wanting to be distracted from her warrior duties.
Frostfur- 42 moons- pure-white she-cat with a plumy tail and pretty blue eyes. Calm and collected and sweet, she is the most harmless and pure cat there could be- that is if you arent an enemy. She then becomes a ferocious fighter, willing and able to take on anyone and anything for the sake of her Clan.
Thornfang- 72 moons- large gray and white tom with scarred pelt. A courageous fighter and loyal cat, he is very traditional in his ways, and doesnt do well with changes. - Mate to Heatherfawn
Sparrownose- 56 moons- dark brown tom with ragged pelt and pale pink nose. His left eye is poor, so he relies on his sharp hearing to keep up with his duties. Formally a loner.
Hazelmist - 23 moons - Gray tom with black underbelly and face, star on forehead. His eyes are a green the color of the foothills, accented with flecks of sweet honey brown. He's a charming fellow, and is always out to impress and please. He is dedicated and focused, but can be a little too self-centered and over-confident. He dives into things without thinking and takes risks and opportunities whenever he can. - Kin to Frostfur; open to mates, crushes, or more kin
Snowberry - 34 moons - Slim brown she-cat with mesmerizing papaya colored eyes and ticked short fur. Her tail is just a stump, and her ears are long and thin. White speckles dot her body all around her torso and down her legs and tail, and even has a few on her face like freckles. She loves winter and hunting, and is very witty and dignified. She is helpful and attentive, but likes to work on things on her own and tends to be busy. She's not a big fan of kits and doesn't plan to have any. - Open to mates, crushes, or kin
Apprentices
Maplepaw - 10 moons - Bulky and tall dilute tortoiseshell with one eye dipped in ice blue. Her legs are light orange and her paws are white. Maplepaw is very serious and honest, plus very generous. But she can be narrow-minded and messy. - Open to crushes or kin
Queens and kits
Elders
Ferntail- 87 moons- tortoiseshell she-cat. Elder and mother to Snowberry.
Loners/Strange cats
Starters
Hm... Which one? I can't decide. Canalstar loomed over the sweet bunches one of the warriors had made her, and there were plenty and they each had different sweet plants inside, her eyes were half closed, and she was completely relaxed. She kept her mind from the thought of the strange cats outside the camp roaming, and focused more on the sunny calm day, and how she wouldn't try to overwork herself. She wondered how the warriors felt about the whole ordeal as she chose over the desserts. Canalstar had many reactions over the problem herself, and they swirled around her like leaves in the wind in fall, each a different shape and color. She couldn't make a full decision on a move toward the cats, since she had no idea of their intentions. She was scared, really. What do they want, anyway? She nudged a bunch she had been eyeing, and licked it, tasting the warm honey leaking out of the sweet tasting leaves.
Birds chirped and the leaves rustled. Snowberry stuck her ebony nose into the packed air, sorting through the various, sweet and familiar smells of her home. She was cautious and alert, even a little skittish. The past days had been tense, with the presence of the strange cats throughout the forest. The smells leaked into the warmth of the forest like snakes. She walked further into the lush shrubbery, catching the scent of a squirrel. Squirrel would be a tasty treat right now, Snowberry realized, and crept after it, ducked low and her ears flitting around. Her eyes bounced around the area, looking for both prey and predator alike.