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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 15:57:51 GMT -5
Introduction Life recently for RidgeClan has been with a normality some might consider mundane has consumed everything we know. But the peace RidgeClan now enjoys has been earned through bloodshed and death. Its cats have known moons of violence more than it has known quiet, relentless conflict has left our cats scarred and battle worn. Loved ones lost, friendships broken, families shattered all in the search for a victory promised by a cruel leader who's need for battle left the clan but a shell of its former glory. But finally war is in our past, and for the first time in a long time life appears to be promising. An opportunity for the weak to grow strong, the elderly to grow tired, and the young to grow knowing only love and warmth. No cat need fear for what the future might hold. But there are those who long for the glory of war once more, those who never knew it in the first place and despise the cautiousness the clan no proceeds with, and those still who never quite shook free of the clans shadowed past. Cats who would do anything to return to the ways of old. And in those moons of contention, dark forces will return as strong as before. And this time if they can't take the clan for themselves once and for all, they will be rendered into nothing but ruin and ash. Will you fight the dark, or succumb to a fate even the stars have befallen? Rules Forum Rules. Naturally the first rule is that you always follow the rules of the forums as laid out here. If in doubt remember you are always welcome to ask, as with most things on the forums, but adamant breaking of those rules will not be tolerated. Plagiarism. Unless you have explicit permission from the creator, do not steal anything from anyone and parade it about as your own. This includes character descriptions, plotlines, coding, and anything of that sort. That is a one way ticket to getting reported. Activity. The world's gone a bit mad right now, so I entirely understand if you need to have periods of absence, if possible it would be helpful if you can let me know, but I know that's not always possible. Please at least try to be online for a minimum of three days a week. . Literacy. The minimum requirement for anyone wanting to join this clan is to be capable of writing at least 6 lines per post, and that has to be reached without coding involved. More is always welcome, occasionally less is forgivable. Joining. On initial joining I request that you do so with at least two characters, one of each gender. As to keep numbers reasonable, kindly only join with one apprentice per two cats of other ranks you make. Characters and Roleplaying. No body is perfect, and thus if you create a character or roleplay one as such I reserve the right to request you make certain changes. Its no fun for cats to have absolutely no flaws, and it helps your writing skills to add flaws into a character. When roleplaying, avoiding god-moding, spotlighting, and anything of that sort.
Bloodlines. Not mandatory, but can fun if you are interested. Due to the supposedly already established nature of this clan, create bloodlines between your cats and existing members cats. My one request is that you don't do so with your own characters, unless its parent/kit. Plotlines and Drama. I don't come to the forums for everything to be mundane, thus you are welcome to implement mini plotlines of your own where you wish. All I ask is that you don't interrupt directly with main plots, i.e. don't kill off a key character for giggles, and try to involve as many others as you can! Joining Form Character Image. Name Your cat's description and personality here.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 15:59:03 GMT -5
About the Clan To put it bluntly, the cats of RidgeClan are massive, and whilst there are a handful of exceptions, rarer given our past dislike of anything that might come across as weak, that is the general rule of thumb. This largely raises from the need to be muscular in order to be constantly traversing across the harsh nature of our territory, as smaller cats will find it difficult to efficiently travel the territory. Again, whilst not unheard of cats who don't fall into this mould will generally struggle more. Additionally, due to the generally very cold nature of our homes, thick coats mark a lot of the cats within our territory, in order to simply not freeze to death during the especially bitter leafbares that can plague our clan.
Where there tends to be more notable variety is in the type of colouring our clan encompasses. Due to the diverse nature of our territory, from the dark greens of the forest, to the snow-capped tips of our mountainous home, or the browns and greys of the open plains in the foothills, no one colour type is most advantageous. Thus much of the clan looks like someone took paint and hurled it hard at us.
Naturally not all cats will fall within these concepts, but for the most part RidgeClan is made up of very hardy cats. Not only does the nature of our territory not exactly lend itself to the soft of heart, but neither does our history. This further stems a certain loyalty within most of our cats, a tight knit nature which makes it difficult to break into our ranks for we have never been overly welcoming of strangers nor change. A lot of things have attempted to break and ruin RidgeClan, some forces stronger than anything most could fully consider, so don't blame them too much for the stone hearts and cautious natures which make up so much of our members.
Territory Ancient Willow.
 Located within a small meadow in the lower areas of the mountain we reside upon, is a great and seemingly quite ancient willow tree. Its branches span enough space that the sheltered area might well be used as a temporary camp with enough room left to spare. Its drooping branches provide a home for a variety of small birds as well as squirrels, and in general its expansive foliage offers a great chance for youngsters to practice their climbing skills and more generally just have a little bit of well deserved fun. From the utmost of its branches one can get a good view of the territory below. The meadow it sits in can be home to a small population of mountain goats, but they don't pay much attention to the clan cats as long as we don't go about pestering them. However, the open nature of the area can attract birds of prey from the nesting Peaks, so taking some precautions is a good idea. Breakneck Ridge.
 Whilst not the highest point of our territory, it is one of the more deadlier places. Fairly high up on the mountain, the paths turn skinny and uneven underfoot. Here the winds howl bitterly, and it doesn't take much of a misstep to be sent tumbling down the steep hills which barrier either side of the small well worn path. One side is littered with trees and bushes, which might break a lucky cats fall, but the other is almost entirely barren rendering death almost inevitable. For these reasons youngsters are forbidden from journeying in this direction alone, as there isn't too much need to traverse the area in the first place. This is a common place for the birds of prey inhabiting the Nesting Peaks to go hunting, adding only further to the potentially lethal nature of this part of the territory.
Evergreen Mountainside.
 The colloquial catchall phrase for the parts of the mountain we reside, it is largely inhabited by great coniferous forests, leaving only a handful of places particularly higher up barren from this notable greenery. It is home not only to the clan, but populations of deer and mountain goats can be found residing in its nooks and crannies. More importantly, squirrels, a variety of birds, rabbits and hares inhabit the area. With frogs, toads and various species of fishes inhabiting the lakes and water sources, making the opportunities for hunting varied and fairly ample during the warmer seasons. The territory expands from the highest point at the Yawning Cat Caverns, and culminates at the grasslands just beyond the warrior's rest lake, creating a fairly large territory for the isolated Clan inhabiting the mountainside. Howling Meadow.
 The name stems from the meadow's history, once upon a time this area acted as border for the clan, it was populated by a pack of wolves that made even trying to step paw into the area a terrifiying and lethal concept. It was under the rule of the past leader that this was fixed, in an early demonstration of cruelty patrols relentlessly stole prey from the pack during the night, to the point where they were starved and diminished to only one or two weak members, upon which the leader released a slaughter upon them. Claiming the territory as RidgeClan's once and for all. Some pretend the name instead stems from the way the wind whips up about the territory, creating an incredible loud howl on days when the whether is particularly cruel, and this tends to be the story we offer to curious kits. Only the older, more battle worn geneations of the clan know the true reason behind the name for this small landmark.
Nesting Peak.
 The ridge falling just short of the highest point on our territory as rocky and difficult to manoeuvre without stumbling or falling, unless that is you have wings. Which is why the area's inhabitants have thrived so well on this point. The rocky area has been appropriated by the birds of prey of the area, eagles and smaller hawks use the area to make their nests and raise their young. Cats are warned to remain away from this area, as it is one of few places the birds can offer a true threat to the clan, as otherwise the thick foliage of the rest of the territory makes it difficult to be caught. Cats don't venture into the area regularly, except to check for bodies of missing clanmates, once upon a time a regular worry as cats tended to go missing quite a lot, in a time before the previous leader was quite as open about his intents to cull those he considered weak. It wasn't long before he stopped being subtle, however.
Rapid River.
 Whilst our territory is home to a few water sources, this stands as both the largest within the territory, and the one which runs closest to camp. It is a wide river of bitterly cold water, running from the heights of the territory, sourcing within a small pond within the Yawning Cat Caverns, and it continues all the way down to the foothills where it culminates in a small waterfall, tumbling down into a relatively small pond. Though this is far beyond the reaches of the clan's territory thus cats don't tend to utilise the area where the river finishes. With various inlets splitting off from the main source into a various number of streams, creeks and lakes across the territory. It gains its name from the fast current burdening the river, making crossing it quite the risky task. Fortunately at a handful of points the river grows slower, and at one point there is a small twoleg bridge that can be used. Swimming is generally not recommended, unless you have a death wish.
Warrior's Rest.
 The lake which sits in the lower foothills of the territory is both a beautiful but bittersweet area. It is relatively small, banked by heavy forests, but the eastern bank grows barren of foliage except for flowers and longgrasses. It acts as the border of the territory in that direction. It is here that we burry our dead. Fortunately it is not nearly as well used as it was once upon a time, but many loved ones who past far too soon and much too recently are laid to rest here, and thus it is revered with great pride and care. Otherwise fish can be caught within the lakes rivers, and it is used as a source of water for other sources of prey, making it a good source for hunting. Medicine cats enjoy the area, for ghosts can be seen wandering the lands, sad creatures from less happy times that the clan once knew, and the medicine cats are able to converse with StarClan in a lesser means without the need to journey all the way to the peaks of the territory. Yawning Cat Caverns.
 The source of the Rapid Rivers is settled high in the moutains we call our home, upon the highest peak within RidgeClan territory. It enters through a cave, where it begins as a small pond within the great caverns. The mouth of the cave is where it gains its name from, the stalactites hanging from the roof making it appear like a mouth yawning. Within the caverns is the source of interest for the camp, as the small pond is the clan's means of connecting with StarClan. Bats and rats and other nocturnal creatures tend to inhabit the caverns and might otherwise offer a good source of prey, however, hunting is generally frowned upon in this area, for the idea of spoiling the grounds with the spilling of blood is looked down upon by a lot of the clan, not just the medicine cats.
Camp About half way up the mountains and deep within the coniferous forests that cover much of our homes, you will come across a small meadow, this is where RidgeClan make their home. A small creek runs through it, offering a source of water to cats unable to make their journey in order to find their own..
Leader's Den.
A small tree stump inhabits the land at the centre of camp, its innards long rendered hollow from rain and the elements, it acts as leader's den. Whilst not huge, it offers enough room for one or two cats.
Medicine Den.
The small bramble thicket encompassing the patch of land to the right hand side of camp has long been picked free of prickles, offering a comfortable and spacious home for the medicine cats and patients. Warrior's Den.
A tunnel to the left hand side of camp leads underground, to a chamber within which the clan's warriors make their dens. It is spacious, and a handful of other smaller chambers offer potential for further expansion. Apprentice's Den.
Our clan's cats in training inhabit the space provided within the roots of a small pine tree to the right hand side of camp, its walls reinforced with moss and vines to provide a sheltered and comfortable den for the youngsters. Nursery.
Queens and kittens of RidgeClan make their home within a large hollow log that sits fairly central to camp overall, creating a safe and well sheltered place for the youngest of our cats to grow strong in their early moons. Elder's Den.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 16:00:19 GMT -5
Leader Loststar.
 This is a cat who should never have made it past her first few days of life. At birth, Loststar - at the time Lostkit, was incredibly weak. The runt of her litter and born just as the leader's true cruel nature was becoming known, most cats expected her to just be added to the number of cats to have mysteriously gone missing like a handful of cats had done before her. She survived that first moon by virtue of her mother's strength alone, Lostkit was stolen away by the queen and hidden at the Eagle Ridge, too small to garner much interest from the birds. She was raised alone until she was strong enough to return to the clan, even then most of the clan expected her to be killed on the spot, even if just as a means for the leader to teach her mother a lesson about lying to him. But she survived and was finally given her name - Lostkit. She would go on to become a cat so central to the rebellion that overthrew the leader that it was she given the role of rebuilding the clan once more. In the time between those decisions, Loststar - by then Lostrose, had proven herself a fine fighter in spite of her small size and became the right-paw of the leader. Her warriorhood was marked with blood and death, and she had to earn alot of trust from her clan after the deeds she committed on the behalf of her leaders. Loststar is a small cat, swift footed and strategic, she is tiny compared to a lot of her clan but that doesn't mean she should be underestimated, she knows how to hold her own in battle and is skilled in killing more than she cares to admit. She is a silver tabby shecat, whirls of pale silvery greys splattered with patches of black and the occasional splash of white. However, marring that beauty is the patchwork of scars which mark her frame from the darker days she was forced to endure. Her eyes are a pale, almost ghostly grey colour. She is beautiful, that is true enough to say, but she is a dangerous cat if crossed. Fortunately, Loststar has made great strives to put aside her past of killing and to become a cat her clan may be proud to follow. She is strategic, firm and determined, with a courage that is difficult not to admire even from her most heated dislikers. But she is burdened by memories of what she had to do to survive, and due to that she is an incredibly difficult cat to get close to. A closed book, she could well be on the brink of death and would still find it an impossible task to go asking for help, those she is friends with have a lot to put up with and tend to have to keep a close eye on her to make sure she's not hiding anything, for her self destructive tendencies are intrinsic to her personality, for Loststar is a cat who would drive herself to death for the sake of her clan, and wouldn't think twice about doing it. . A lot of cats have tried to convince her to change her name, given that the one she was dubbed was largely chosen out of spite by the leader who had dictated so much of her younger life, but Loststar refuses. Carrying it more proudly than most cats would, a reminder of the past, as well as a promise that if given the chance, anything can grow strong.
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Medicine Cat Panthershadow.
 A dark gray, almost black, tomcat with thick, darker rosettes dappling his pelt in a very leopard-esque pattern. His frame is long and limber, not all that typical of a RidgeClan cat. Then again, he never had the training a warrior receives and while he knows basic fighting skills, he never toughed his muscles the way a warrior would have. Perhaps if he had went the route of warrior he'd be stockier in build. Beyond that he has bright amber eyes. Panthershadow is a blunt, gruff, and no nonsense kind of tomcat. He does his duty well and doesn't give reasons for his Clan to doubt his skills, faith, and attention to even the smallest of details with his work. He doesn't sugarcoat anything as he sees no reason for such a thing, and he doesn't plant the seeds of false hope into his patients. He is efficient and to the point, taking his job seriously and not afraid to get snappy at cats who try to push his advice to the side. He is a bit softer around kits and apprentices as he understands they're still learning the ways of the world around them, but that doesn't make him a pushover when it comes to the Clan's youth.
Medicine Cat Apprentice Hazelpaw.
 Hazelpaw is a short golden tabby she-cat with bright amber eyes. She has a white muzzle and paws and a bushy tail with a white tail-tip. Hazelpaw is a sweet, empathetic, and naive young cat. She's bubbly and optimistic, and her empathetic nature makes her popular with her patients, but she can sometimes be too trusting, and can believe a story too easily if it meant helping another cat. Nevertheless, she's a good friend and a hard worker.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 16:01:41 GMT -5
Warriors Birchwhisker.
 Birchwhisker is large and muscular, with a thick long-haired coat draping over it all. He has pale silver tabby fur with distinct markings on his face, along with fur framing his face and tufting his ears. His eyes are dark green. Birchwhisker thinks highly of himself as a prime specimen of RidgeClan and would put himself before others if given the chance. He only likes to hunt with groups because he knows he'll get prey at the end of it. He can be hard to talk to when he feels especially aloof. When he can he enjoys going out by himself, perhaps hoping he'll stumble across something he can battle and prove his strength to. When caught off guard one could find that his dismissiveness is a front, and he's got a good heart that he's just too afraid to put out there.
Breezewillow.
 Caught between the awkward moons of rebellion and victory, this beautiful calico sits in an odd position of remembering the war and the pain it brought with it, but having had the moons of peace almost outweigh what she knew of war. Still the scars of those moons linger on her skin, like an old scent she can't quite clean free of her coat. She lives in terror that those days will return, and is someone who would do just about anything to ensure that war will never return to RidgeClan, even if that means defeat in order to prevent the death she once knew almost as well as the sunlight overhead. She is a large cat, but athletic rather than strong of build. Meaning her talents linger more in terms of speed and wit than they do strength, she like much of her clan is well trained in battle techniques, however, now peace has permitted them to concentrate in areas outside of desperately grabbing on to whatever glory they can find, Breezewillow has demonstrated herself to be an incredibly talented young huntress. She is a calico warrior, meaning her thick silky coat is a patchwork of blacks, whites and oranges blending together to create a rather pretty creature to look at. Her eyes are a pale, forest green shade. Breezewillow is a shy young cat, happy to go with the flow rather than put in her opinion on just about anything, she is content to remain by herself and is unlikely to say anything even if pushed to the edge. She is a kind hearted cat at the bottom of everything, and can prove to be an incredibly loyal and kind shecat when someone actually becomes her friend, but its digging through all the layers of quiet nervousness and shyness that puts a lot of other cats off even trying to get close to this beautiful warrior.
Drizzlefoot.
 Drizzlefoot looks as expected of RidgeClan warriors, a well-sized tom who can match his clanmates in terms of strength. He is a short-furred tabby, his thick black markings contrasting with his silver fur, with hazel eyes. He is highly unsociable among his clanmates, and while he's young enough to not be brutally scarred from moons of war, he still carries heavy burdens in his thoughts. Drizzlefoot is dedicated deeply to his clan, and puts the good of the many above the good of the few. He has no strong morals, and is willing to do whatever it takes to keep as much of his clan alive and safe as possible, and this way of thinking has given him a bit of a blunt and disagreeable demeanor. He doesn't often emote in a visible way, and it can be very difficult to tell what he's thinking at times, but despite everything, he doesn't actively mean to be rude, and even comes off as surprised when others point out that he's said something in poor taste. Despite all his negative qualities, his determination and strong sense of clan-based loyalty make him a respectable warrior for his clan.
 Featherfall is praised for her softness and beauty, with pale green eyes that speak a thousand words, and a voice that is smooth as silk. Her popularity stems from her bright and encouraging attitude, where she builds up her clanmates and never talks poorly about them. Featherfall has a dilute grey coat with a white chest and underbelly. She has a broad, triangular head and a long, muscular body. She embodies the ideal physique of what a RidgeClan cat should look like - muscled and strong. But, despite all her pleasantries, Featherfall and not what she makes out to be. Since she was a young apprentice she's heard whispers in her ears from her ancestors, and soon enough, they walked in her dreams. Featherfall thinks that clan the way it is now is flawed - they could be much stronger, much more powerful if they followed in the pawsteps of their old leader! But she is strategic. Her kindness and humble ways are all a facade - a lie - in an effort to gain the trust of the cat who matters the most: Loststar. Featherfall cares not for the wellbeing of others, but instead, cares for her own power and ambition. The only thing she trusts is this: with the help of Nightstar, she will one day be leader.
Goldstripe.
 A large short hair tom with darker orange stripes that role over his neat fur, his pale green eyes show his high intelligence though he is a silent tom. Built like an ancient warrior he is light on his feet and a gentle giant. He has massive paws, a large chest and long smooth tail. Goldtripe has a soft spot for kits and often helps Panthershadow in retrieving honey with the deal the kits get it as a treat, though he has yet to become a father, he understands the importance of the younger cats. He also plays and watches them for the queens when they need a break. Don't let this sweet tom fool you he is a fierce fighter and a courageous warrior who would follow his leader to the end of the world if she asked him. He may not speak often and hardly ever yells but when he does many have forgotten how deep his voice is and when he yells it is an intimidating rumble. He was once the apprentice of Loststar and has always looked up to her and looks at her as a mother figure. His own mother Bridlemaw died giving birth to him and his sister who also passed at birth. He was then raised beside Morningfur by her mother Heathersky.
Hollywing.
 Hollywing is rather elegant, with short, jet-black fur and narrow green eyes, but unusual for a RidgeClan cat, born with a slim, long-limbed frame and narrow features. Her angular features, long, whip-like tail, and lengthy legs seem ill-suited for her home, and she has had to work hard to prove herself. As soon as she became an apprentice, she trained hard to prove her merits, working to improve her agility and speed, as she knew she was unlikely to contest with her clanmates in matters of pure strength. Her warrior name was well picked, as by the time she had her ceremony, she had become skilled and moving at lightning speeds, weaving about in the thick of battle and implementing hit-and-run tactics into her battle style. She makes up for her physical weakness not only with the agility and speed she trained so diligently, but with a quick-reaction time and admirable memory. While not right for the front lines, she is excellent for keeping an eye on things- especially with her penchant to eavesdrop and her willingness to parrot back conversations for the right cat. Despite her hard work, she is easily distracted, and has an overly relaxed demeanor. She isn't a stickler for rules, and often spends her free time exploring where she shouldn't be, driven by a strong sense of curiosity that outweighs any fear of punishment. Despite this, she takes orders well from those she truly admires, and once her respect is earned, she will run to the ends of the world if ordered so.
 Jackdawstrike is dark as a raven, with reddish hues to the tips of his fur that appear to glow when in the sunlight. His coat is long and thick, providing adequate protection from the cold leaf-bares that the RidgeClan cats face every year. Soft spoken, Jackdawstrike may seem like a cat who is easy to manipulate and fool - instead, it is the opposite. Jackdawstrike is intelligent and focused, often times getting lost in his own deep thinking. As an apprentice he was often scolded for 'daydreaming' and he would suffer the punishments, but everything is calculated in his mind. Each word is said with reason, spoken carefully and softly from his maw, and his ears are always perked to catch the slightest sigh from his companion. Jackdawstrike has gleaming yellow eyes, round as moons, and at nighttime when his coat blends into his surroundings, their reflective light is all that can be seem on him. Given his often cold and mindless exterior, Jackdawstrike isn't exactly the 'popular' type and tends to fall under the radar of clan drama. Alas, more times than not, Jackdawstrike has analyzed the clan and is aware of who has done what, who has said what, and who is responsible for what. He is an excellent hunter, able to walk with hardly a sound, and in battle he is a tactful fighter.
Junipertail.
 Junipertail is very petite, but what she lacks in size she makes up for in height. She has a sleek black pelt with a single white splash on her chest and wide yellow eyes. She has long legs and a tall, pointed face giving her a slender appearance. Her tail seems to be the only fluffy part of her, as it's very long and plumy. Junipertail enjoys keeping to herself, but if she needs to hold a conversation she'll be as polite as possible. She doesn't like to intrude on other cats being in charge, and she has a hard time speaking up for herself. However, if someone else is being wronged, she has no problem giving a cat a (rather polite) talking to. She is quite intelligent, but it can't help much if she doesn't say anything.
Lionhowl.
 Lionhowl came by his name earnestly, having traits of a lion and an inability to keep his mouth shut. His name was also given for his blazing ginger pelt, one that grew to be more spotted with white as he got older. Ginger covers his back and the top of his head, stretching down to his muzzle, bottom jaw, and a spot on the side that is similar to Honeystike’s. His eyes are a deep, piercing amber; the gaze within them fear-instilling if he has a reason to be upset. Nonetheless, his namesake carries true because he is filled with pride and loyalty, sometimes his pride accidentally hindering his loyalty. He loves being the center of attention, the question being how far he’ll go to get that attention, and whether or not the attention is for doing something good. Even so, he finds pleasure in spending time in the elder’s den caring for and talking to the elders. He enjoys taking care of them, but there is a small bit of enjoyment from the compliments he tends to get about his size and fur from the older cats. Lionhowl isn’t the best at improving the morale of those around him, his inspirational speeches tend to be more about himself, than anything, really. Even so, he is an intuitive cat, and is able to tell the feelings of those around him, and can hear when he’s not wanted, loud and clear.
 Exotic looking beauty with his soft gray-brown bengal markings over his plush white fur, Moonspots is a unique sight in Ridgeclan. The bengal markings are darker along his legs and his face. He has hints of brown along his muzzle and rump. He has deep blue eyes. Moon has big paws that lead up to a rounded shoulders. One of his ears has a tear in it and he has a few scars that crossed his shoulders from his fights in the past. This tom knows he looks unique with his striking coat and his attitude reflects that. Moonspots is a confident tom, he rarely doubts any of his decisions and his endeavors. He is a bold tom and is often opinionated. He isn't afraid to question leadership or ask the tough questions. Moonspots is a charming tom and has a particular aura that surrounds him that feels compelling. He is flirty, will flirt with anyone. In reality, this is a carefully crafted facade. Due to his harsh upbrining, Moon always longed for the love of his parents and was naive enough to believe he could earn it. He always wanted to prove himself strong and capable while the only family that ever truly loved him is his brother. As war raged on in Ridgeclan, Moonspots realized the only way he could truly earn his father's respect, and hopefully love, was to be as cruel as his father was. He did that, the pale tom helped Loststar to ensure that Nightstar would die.
Blaze ♡ Mothdapple.
:max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/37348687_179210919505845_8579658165484781568_n-5b69b1b346e0fb00500b0880.jpg) Mothdapple is a brown-and-white she-cat with a dappled pelt. She has long white legs and a coffee brown tail, and blue eyes. Mothdapple is a feisty, assertive, and opinionated she-cat who isn't afraid of saying what she thinks with disregard for rank. While this trait of hers often nets her trouble, she is generally a good-natured cat, with not a malicious bone in her body. Furthermore, she's a capable warrior and has the skill to back up her words. She is exceedingly loyal to the Clan and to Loststar, who she deeply admires.
Oakscar.
 This tom has not had a peaceful existence. Born prior to the start of the war, he grew up enjoying life, playing with his brother and their clanmates as they aged out of the nursery and through the apprentice. As he grew older, he had to deal with the war that slowly crept over the clan. This tom has scars crossing over his haunches and shoulders that showed his struggles. Most of the scars have slowly started to fade, especially thanks to the peace that Ridgeclan that has found. Oak is a formidable feline. He is tall with broad shoulders and sleek muscles that are hidden underneath of his thick coat. He has faint tabby markings. He had brown fur with red and caramel tones. He has darker brown fur along his spine, legs, and face. With golden amber eyes that usually expressionless. As a young tom, Oak was open and friendly. He enjoyed life. He was curious youngster and was almost underfoot. He was noisy and always wanted to know things. He would often clung to certain warriors until they told him stories or follow the medicine cat around with wide eyes. He had a thirst for knowledge. However, Oak had to grow up. As the war started, his outlook on life had started to shift, he became more closed off. The paranoia that comes with war attached itself to him and he found it harder to trust. Life seemed bleak to him with constant strife and battle. Oak is an intelligent tom. He still loves to learn, yet he is more subtle. He is a little indifferent to his clanmates and doesn't grow attach to others anymore; you never know who will dead or who is liar. However; loyalty is something that he still values. Oak has some friends that he trusts and values family.
Poppynose.
 Feline of medium stature, Poppynose is a tab shorter than the bulk of her clanmates. However, she is of average weight and muscle mass for Ridgeclan cat, strong and stocky enough to handle the harsh. Underneath her thick, fluffy fur hides strong toned muscles from years of practice and war. She has dull ginger fur. It has darker tints along her spine, forehead, the back of her legs, and the tip of her tail. She has green eyes. She has faint scars along her body and a harsh one is still apparent on her belly. War hasn't effected this feline as drastically as it did to others. She might has been quiet during that time, which is usual for this typical assertive feline. She kept her mouth shut and wouldn't speak her mind. She was careful, you never knew what could happen during those dark hours. Yet now during this time of peace, Poppynose's true self has been reawakened. She is more bold and willing to tell the truth, instead of sugarcoating things. She is a loyal, compassionate feline and cares greatly about her clan and its well-being. Poppynose values family and adores her sister, Pumpkinsnow. She is willing to do anything to protect her.
Pumpkinsnow.
 Youthful in appearance, Pumpkinsnow resembles more of a kit or young apprentice than she does a warrior. With an incredibly youthful look to her and small build, she is fragile and easy to break as if her body never knew how to properly grow and strengthen itself. She has a thin pelt that's a creamy white with flame points and her eyes are a pale blue. This molly is incredibly skittish and constantly on edge. She's fearful of the world around her and struggles to make connections with others. It's honestly a wonder how she became a warrior, and she wholeheartedly believes that she was simply taken pity on and promoted a warrior just so that no cat would have to keep a constant eye on her. She's shy, quiet, and just overall soft. Despite these flaws that she has Pumpkinsnow is perhaps one of the most gentle cats out there as she would never go out of her way to do harm or say anything to hurt others. Overall she's just a frightened, soft soul that perhaps needs a push in the direction of strengthening herself mentally, physically, and emotionally.
 Snowbird is a mainly white cat, with some speckled ginger on the crown of her head, muzzle, and tapering down her back, leading to rings of pale ginger that go down her tail. Similar to her brother, her eyes are a piercing amber, though considerably softer. Snowbird is the more quiet of her siblings, the one preferring to keep to herself or stay comfortably close to her siblings. Additionally, she is a wise molly. As an apprentice, her skill for thought and thinking ahead sprouted, showing its advantages early on. She has a strong pensive nature, never speaking much, unless she truly has something to say. She is warm and a caring cat, but her silence can occasionally come across as curt or rude. She doesn’t enjoy being the center of attention, nor having to be in charge of a situation, so she tends to stay among the outer fringes of the group. Though she is quiet, she will speak up for herself if she doesn’t agree with something that is happening, or believes there is a better way to go about something.
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Thistlestripe.
 Thistlestripe is a black-and-ginger tom with spiky fur and green eyes. Although he fought on the side of Loststar during the battle, he is still haunted with the guilt of taking Riverrose as a mate after discovering her true personality. After the battle, he worked hard to develop a good relationship with his remaining kit despite the loss of her mother, and although his experiences sometimes leave him grumpy or sarcastic, he is genuinely a good cat who wants the best for his daughter and his Clan.
Wolfshadow.
 This tom is very much the embodiment of what most cats would consider the average warrior of RidgeClan to look like, not just their general nature but the history of what they once were. To some extent he might be regarded as a fish out of water, someone who has only ever known the depths and pains of war and doesn't quite know how to exist out of that context. But he is a survivor, and can be revered as one of the strongest warriors in the clan to that extent, even if the burdens of those moons as well as age in general are beginning to render his bones aching, and his heart tired. Wolfshadow is a massive tom, muscled and intimidating to look at, he quite enjoys this reputation as it allows him the peace and privacy he truly thrives in. Far from fast, but he is experienced in battle and his strength makes most grateful that he appears to be on the side of the clan. He is a dark furred tom, marked with a predominantly dark brown pelt, fading in to paler browns particularly at the muzzle and each of his four paws. His ears are torn so badly to the point where the right one is barely there any more, and the left is hanging on by a thread or two. The rest of his frame is equally battle scarred, very little of his fur is visible without at least some scarring marring his coat. His eyes are a faded ambery brown colour, perhaps reflecting the flame which once burned within him, but is slowly being extinguished by the moons of peace his clan have finally been able to enjoy. He might well have fought for that peace, but now it is here he can't help but feel useless with nothing do offer his clan. Once upon a time he might have been considered a handsome tom, but time and war has stolen those traits from him, though Wolfshadow doesn't seem to care too much about that fact. Despite being anti-social, Wolfshadow is an incredibly loyal bordering on patriotic tom, who would do just about anything for his clan. Quiet and seculded, he is content in keeping his opinions to himself and watching from the shadows, though hides no pretences that he is more than happy to use his strength to get his way, he only conducts himself in such a means when he deems it an absolute necessary and nothing short of that.
Apprentices Branchpaw.
 Branchpaw is a muscular dark chocolate brown tabby tom with thick sleek fur, his paws are large and as a kit they made him clumsy, but as a warrior he'll have grown into them. He has emerald green eyes with small tufts of fur on his ears. Branchpaw is a well known clan cat who is friendly with his clanmates and supportive of his leader. Branchpaw is a warmhearted warrior but only to his own clanmates. He sneers at the other clans and would defend his leader's decisions with tooth and claw. Branchpaw was born in the clan but his mother chose to leave the clan due to major deaths in the clan but rumor has it his father was a Kittypet, though dont say it to his face.He is loyal to the warrior code and gets angry if it is broken, he is proud and ambitious with sharp wit and has a grumpy attitude. He has a short temper and wont stop attacking until he is pulled off, and it wouldnt matter if it was a warrior or a fellow apprentice. He has a small amount of issues of abandonment due to his mother's disappearance just days after he became an apprentice.
Martenpaw
 Martenpaw is a massive young dark brown tom with green eyes. He has thick fur and large paws. More akin to a small bear in size, Martenpaw is the oldest apprentice, and is more the age of a young warrior than an apprentice. While generally polite and friendly, Martenpaw is exceedingly clumsy and although he is physically incredibly strong, he is a poor hunter and fighter and has been through several mentors, each expecting less from him than the last. He even spent a stint as a medicine cat apprentice but found that wasn't his calling either. His guilt and disappointment in himself has left him bitter and snappy, and unapproachable by most cats. He feels great shame in his lack of ability, and fears that without warrior skills, he has no place in the Clan. Most of his issues come from his bulky size and a slight nearsightedness in his eyes, but most cats don't see it that way, and the once friendly and caring tom has become a miserable cloud of resentment, who feels the hurt and loneliness of his position as an apprentice who may never become a warrior.
Rainpaw.
 A feline of short stature, this pale molly isn't very intimidating at a first glance until you meet her eyes. Her green eyes are usually filled with mirth and fire. It's a spell for trouble. Rain is a pale feline with plush silvery white fur. She has thin traces of grey tabby markings; however, her underbelly is unmarked. She does have a tear in her ear from an unfortunate event with a thorn bush as a young apprentice. Other than that, this pale feline hasn't faced the hardships like the rest of her clanmates. She was born around during the end of the war and grew up in the aftermath, enjoying the peace. Rain never had to worry about the harsh training regiments. Rainpaw is a rather bold feline. She has a sharp tongue and is not afraid to use it when someone crosses her. She lacks patience for certain clanmates, believing them to be imbeciles and unworthy of her time. Rain can be headstrong. She likes to believe what she is doing is right and doesn't always care to hear other's opinions unless they force her to see reason. However, for Rain's flaws, she is an empathetic feline when she relaxes her harsh exterior. She has a heart and does want to see her clanmates succeed even though, she thinks a good portion of them are dimwits. Rain is playful and witty, she enjoys a good scuffle and loves being active out in the territory.
Smokepaw.
 Smokepaw is a siamese cat with yellow eyes, his characteristic dark brown mask of fur making his pelt distinctive. There is also a notch in his left ear, a medal won early in his apprenticeship during his first and only battle. Smokepaw is a very skilled cat in the ways of mischief and trickery. He loves playing, whether it’s playing a good game or a good prank on one of his clanmates. He does care for those close to him, but he just wants to enjoy his life as he lives it. The tom also prefers to be mischievous in quiet, secretly ‘pulling one over’ on his clanmates, but clams up if he’s ever prompted for an answer to his actions. He's nervous, he wants to have fun and break the rules, but is not ready for the punishments that will always inevitably follow. Even though he’s quiet, the few moments he does decide to speak, he tries to share humor, an attempt to lighten the situation at hand. Overall, he’s a young and playful cat that is enjoying his youth while he’s in it.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 16:03:29 GMT -5
Queens Cherrybright.
 Cherrybright is bigger than the average she-cat, but not anything to brag about compared to the massive cats in her Clan. She has dark ginger fur with bold stripes that shone brighter in her youth but might be starting to dim with age. Her eyes, however, are still a pretty golden brown. Her personality is as bright as the name implies, and she tries to make cats happy when she can. She remembers when the Clan was at war, so she knows that turmoil between cats, or even within themselves, is a bad sign for the Clan as a whole. She is always there to listen if someone needs to vent. She likes to talk but tries not to push or annoy others on purpose. She would do anything to protect those close to her, which she considers all of RidgeClan, and she won't hesitate to mediate a fight with words or, if needed, claws.
Morningfur.
 Morningfur is a long quite large she cat with creamy fur and black markings on her paws, face and ears with a small amount on her long fluffy tail but only in dark gray whisps. She has long fur that she absolutely despises in the summer but even she can't help but enjoy it at times. She has a scar on her nose and on her back leg, from a fight with a fox as an apprentice. Morningfur is a kind sweet soul who many thought her to become a medicine cat, but she doesn't want anything more than to be the best for her clan. She is a great tracker and an accomplished hunter, though she is a poor fighter compared to others in her clan. She looks up to the other warriors and to her leader, though younger she enjoyed speaking to Loststar and often sought the leader or the medicine cat for sharing tongues especially as her belly grew and she was moved to the Nursery. Though she'd never admit it as much as her clanmates have asked and even if her kits asked shed never let them know she mated with a massive burly male named Quake but it was her secret not the rest of the clans. She didn't want her kit's to be seen as strangers of their clan.
Willowstorm.
 Willowstorm is a dappled silver-and-black she-cat with light blue eyes. She has small white paws and a long striped tail. This pretty young she-cat is adventurous, kind, and intelligent Only a kit when Loststar and the rebellion won the battle, she does not remember the times of cruelty and suffering at the hands of the former leader, and was in awe of the cats who survived the battle. She quickly realized the toll the battle had taken, and her awe became understanding, especially to Flamehowl who she admired the most, and eventually came to love. Willowstorm is surprisingly perceptive and not much gets by her. She's also exceedingly direct, and if something bothers her, she will bring it up rather than allow it to fester. While normally quite cheerful, she's frighteningly fierce if her family is threatened.
Kits Name.
Open, feel free to join as.
Elders Coalwhisker.
 A former denmate of Loststar's, Coalwhisker spent his apprenticeship as good friends with the she-cat, and eventually became one of her most trusted allies in the rebellion. During the battle, Coalwhisker defended the nursery from attack, and despite receiving terrible injuries from the attackers, the stalwart tom refused to move from his post. By the time the battle ended, he was found barely alive, but still unflinchingly firm in his position despite the horrific injuries. Today, Coalwhisker lives as an Elder, unable to continue as a warrior after the wounds he'd received in that battle. His jet black fur is marred with numerous jagged scars, his tail is reduced to a stump, most of his right paw is missing, and his left eye socket is empty. Despite the injuries, Coalwhisker remains strong at heart and wise, and although he is an Elder, he is still young and a frequent confidante of the leader. Although he can be a bit cool and reserved, he has a soft spot for kits and apprentices, and always makes time for them. He is popular in the Clan for his actions, and though younger cats, not knowing his story, may say hurtful things about him, older apprentices and young warriors remain respectful and grateful of the mauled tom who sacrificed his body to save their lives.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 16:04:55 GMT -5
StarClan Applestar.
The leader two generations prior to when war began in RidgeClan, his reign was the last who knew true peace for its entirety. He was a large white tabby tom, marred with paler greys all across him, he was a kind loving tom that was killed by Nightstar's predecessor. Redmouse.
A queen from a time in RidgeClan that only the oldest elders will remember by now, she was a beautiful russet red shecat with blue eyes. She died during kitting, and her kits died with her.
Dark Forest Nightstar.
RidgeClan's previous leader, he was a massive midnight black tom with dark green eyes. Charasmatic, cruel, idealogical. Was killed by Loststar by a bite to the throat, an act which ended the last war.
Chasm.
One of the most ancient creatures inhabiting the dark, he is a barely corporeal creature who's colours are a pale translucent blend of pale greys. He is bitter, vile, and willing to do anything to do what he wants. No one knows who he is, nor how he died.
Lionsoar.
A warrior from the days of war, and a mentor to more apprentices than most can count. His brutal techniques left lots of cats dead before their time. He was a giant, orange tabby tom with grey eyes. He was killed in the last battle. Darkripple.
A slender shecat with a coat of pale tabby browns marked with splashes of darker browns and blacks, she was a cruel, sharp tongued and hotheaded shecat, who was once the mate of Nightstar, but was killed early on during the war.
Riverrose.
Beautiful but cruel, she was a tall and elegant calico - the mother of Breezewillow. She was killed when trying to flee from the final battle. She was a harsh shecat, and would do anything to return and get revenge. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 16:06:23 GMT -5
Relationships Mentors.
Pumpkinsnow mentors Rainpaw.
Hollywing mentors Smokepaw.
Crowflight mentors Martenpaw.
Poppynose mentors Branchpaw.
Bloodlines.
Nightstar and Darkripple are the parents of Panthershadow and Moonspots.
Pumkinsnow and Poppynose are sisters.
Hollywing and Junipertail are sisters.
Oakscar, Tigerfrost and Wolfshadow are brothers.
Thistlestripe is the father of Breezewillow.
Mates.
Nightstar and Darkripple are mates.
Wolfshadow and Cherrybright are mates.
Flamehowl and Willowstream are mates.
Quake and Morningfur are mates, unknown to the clan.
Plotlines Moons of peace within RidgeClan was once an impossible pipe dream, but the recent moons since the war has ended has been just that. The Clan is beginning to settle into the idea that life might just be promising once more, but a war is coming. For the dark forces that once dictated the clan was only the beginning, and what is on the horizon will prove to be far far worse. This time if the dark can't take the clan as its own once and for all, RidgeClan will be rendered little more but a distant memory.
The rebel who headed the last rebellion, there is plenty of room for development on this plotpoint if anyone has any ideas they'd like to offer. The idea is that the last war took her last few lives towards the end of the battle, but rumours are uncertain as to how many she has left. An idea might be is that she is killed but not her last life, and she helps the second rebellion from outside the clan.
The Rebel
Open, -
x1 Available.
Preferbaly a cat trusted by most cats, particularly Loststar, who turns out to be a member of the dark forest working to bring the dark and war back to the clan. Wanting to continue the clan's expansion, and disappointed by the peaceful route that Loststar has insited her clan undertake.
The Renegades.
Open, -
Hollywing, Coalwhisker.
x2 available. The circle of cats closest to Loststar and some of the cats who were central to the initial rebellion, definitely cats who would be targeted when the new war begins and some might die, others might join Loststar in exile if that is the road we decide to follow. Again, if you have further ideas let me know.
The Revolters.
Open, -
Infinite Available.
Dark cats from the previous war, both alive or now a part of the dark forest depending on what you'd like to do who will side with the dark forest aiming to take over the clan once more.
The Ancient.
Open -
x 3 available.
Cats felled long before the history of RidgeClan even began, truly cruel cats who were likely around even as early as the first cats of StarClan, and the implementers of the second war, convincing the dark cats felled at the end of the first war to try again.
The Remnants.
Open -
x6 available.
Cats either forced to remain in the clan, i.e. medicine cats, kits, expecting queens, etc. or electing to choose perhaps even under the threat of death to spy for those leaving the clan. Open for further ideas.
Members. Loststar, Breezewillow and Wolfshadow.
@nettles .
Drizzlefoot and Hollywing.
Panthershadow and Pumpkinsnow.
Lionhowl, Honeystrike, Snowbird and Smokepaw.
Birchwhisker, Junipertail and Cherrybright.
Moonspots, Oakscar, Poppynose and Rainpaw.
Hazelpaw, Mothdapple, Thistlestripe, Martenpaw, Willowstream, Coalwhisker.
Crowflight and Tigerfrost.
Featherfall and Jackdawstrike.
Goldstrike, Branchpaw, Morningfur.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 16:06:50 GMT -5
Open! Feel free to pretty please join 
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2020 16:10:05 GMT -5
(Hi, I'm really interested in joining and am working on my characters right now! One question- is a character image absolutely required, or is it alright to go without one? :>)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 28, 2020 16:45:42 GMT -5
hi gonna just swoop in potential claim on medicine cat? o': will work on characters in a bit when i have more time names - panthershadow - potential medicine cat pumpkinsnow - warrior Panthershadow A dark gray, almost black, tomcat with thick, darker rosettes dappling his pelt in a very leopard-esque pattern. His frame is long and limber, not all that typical of a RidgeClan cat. Then again, he never had the training a warrior receives and while he knows basic fighting skills, he never toughed his muscles the way a warrior would have. Perhaps if he had went the route of warrior he'd be stockier in build. Beyond that he has bright amber eyes. Panthershadow is a blunt, gruff, and no nonsense kind of tomcat. He does his duty well and doesn't give reasons for his Clan to doubt his skills, faith, and attention to even the smallest of details with his work. He doesn't sugarcoat anything as he sees no reason for such a thing, and he doesn't plant the seeds of false hope into his patients. He is efficient and to the point, taking his job seriously and not afraid to get snappy at cats who try to push his advice to the side. He is a bit softer around kits and apprentices as he understands they're still learning the ways of the world around them, but that doesn't make him a pushover when it comes to the Clan's youth. Feathertalon Medicine Cat Open to family - son of Nightstar and Darkripple Pumpkinsnow Youthful in appearance, Pumpkinsnow resembles more of a kit or young apprentice than she does a warrior. With an incredibly youthful look to her and small build, she is fragile and easy to break as if her body never knew how to properly grow and strengthen itself. She has a thin pelt that's a creamy white with flame points and her eyes are a pale blue. This molly is incredibly skittish and constantly on edge. She's fearful of the world around her and struggles to make connections with others. It's honestly a wonder how she became a warrior, and she wholeheartedly believes that she was simply taken pity on and promoted a warrior just so that no cat would have to keep a constant eye on her. She's shy, quiet, and just overall soft. Despite these flaws that she has Pumpkinsnow is perhaps one of the most gentle cats out there as she would never go out of her way to do harm or say anything to hurt others. Overall she's just a frightened, soft soul that perhaps needs a push in the direction of strengthening herself mentally, physically, and emotionally. Feathertalon Warrior Open to family and crush/mate Panthershadow » Pumpkinsnow » |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 16:47:36 GMT -5
Youd be welcome to join @nettles, yes they’re required unless for a dark forest/starclan member. Doesn’t need to be perfect, just a generally fair representation @nettles
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2020 17:04:51 GMT -5
(I hope these are okay... I haven't roleplayed on this site in so long) Hollywing Hollywing is rather elegant, with short, jet-black fur and narrow green eyes, but unusual for a RidgeClan cat, born with a slim, long-limbed frame and narrow features. Her angular features, long, whip-like tail, and lengthy legs seem ill-suited for her home, and she has had to work hard to prove herself. As soon as she became an apprentice, she trained hard to prove her merits, working to improve her agility and speed, as she knew she was unlikely to contest with her clanmates in matters of pure strength. Her warrior name was well picked, as by the time she had her ceremony, she had become skilled and moving at lightning speeds, weaving about in the thick of battle and implementing hit-and-run tactics into her battle style. She makes up for her physical weakness not only with the agility and speed she trained so diligently, but with a quick-reaction time and admirable memory. While not right for the front lines, she is excellent for keeping an eye on things- especially with her penchant to eavesdrop and her willingness to parrot back conversations for the right cat. Despite her hard work, she is easily distracted, and has an overly relaxed demeanor. She isn't a stickler for rules, and often spends her free time exploring where she shouldn't be, driven by a strong sense of curiosity that outweighs any fear of punishment. Despite this, she takes orders well from those she truly admires, and once her respect is earned, she will run to the ends of the world if ordered so. @nettles Warrior Open for familial relationships. Has a crush on Loststar, though she's accepted that it's very unlikely to ever happen. One of the renegades, if possible? Drizzlefoot Drizzlefoot looks as expected of RidgeClan warriors, a well-sized tom who can match his clanmates in terms of strength. He is a short-furred tabby, his thick black markings contrasting with his silver fur, with hazel eyes. He is highly unsociable among his clanmates, and while he's young enough to not be brutally scarred from moons of war, he still carries heavy burdens in his thoughts. Drizzlefoot is dedicated deeply to his clan, and puts the good of the many above the good of the few. He has no strong morals, and is willing to do whatever it takes to keep as much of his clan alive and safe as possible, and this way of thinking has given him a bit of a blunt and disagreeable demeanor. He doesn't often emote in a visible way, and it can be very difficult to tell what he's thinking at times, but despite everything, he doesn't actively mean to be rude, and even comes off as surprised when others point out that he's said something in poor taste. Despite all his negative qualities, his determination and strong sense of clan-based loyalty make him a respectable warrior for his clan. @nettles Warrior Open for familial relationships. Was once a medicine cat, and though he was good with herbs, he had no connection with StarClan, and thus decided to request a change in mentor so he could train as a warrior. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 17:08:15 GMT -5
Welcome! I shall get to adding thanks for joining!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2020 17:22:46 GMT -5
(Thank you!! :>)
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 28, 2020 17:29:09 GMT -5
alright, characters should be finished!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 17:32:26 GMT -5
They look brilliant! I shall get them added and then throw out some starters
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 28, 2020 17:33:37 GMT -5
awesome!
also, quick potential idea, but would it be possible if Panther is a kit of Nightstar and Darkripple? i think it'd add an interesting layer what with two dark forest cats as the parents of the current medicine cat o:
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 17:42:40 GMT -5
I absolutely love that so definitely! I'll get that added
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 28, 2020 17:44:25 GMT -5
awesome, thanks!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 18:01:30 GMT -5
(Coding save.)
Loststar.
Morning might have roused the songbirds of the territory, but the silver grey tabby leader had been up long before the golden rays began to penetrate the heavy foliage sheltering camp from the elements. Her night had been plagued by the nightmares which by then was as common as mice in the depths of greenleaf.
They differed, sometimes were cruel enough to make her believe that it would be an enjoyable dream. But it always ended the same way, her gaze would be drawn to a reflection, and she would find herself all but drowning in a dark red. No berry juice nor trick of the light - even in the delirium of a dream she had no doubt what it was. Blood.
Such dreams didn't exactly lend themselves to a good night sleep, thus the dreary leader had withdrawn from the leader's den and begun a careful study of camp. Checking the mundane things such as the fortitude of camp's boundaries as well as that of the various dens. Boring but necessary to ensure the general upkeep of camp
However, that was only a quick distraction. And it wasn't long before she was left once more in the solitude of her own head, trying to force out the mental images of the dreams that plagued her. Once upon a time it had been something she barely thought about - those cruel deeds were merely something she'd had to do in order to ensure her own life. But now life was peaceful for the first time in all of her moons, she was relentlessly plagued by the ghosts of a life long gone.
It was dreams like that which made her wonder if she deserved her name and nine lives.
It was days like these that made her wonder if she deserved to survive that final battle, when so many finer warriors had been felled ruthlessly.
But she shook her head, little could be done about that. Though exhaustion ached at her bones, she knew sleep would continue to be evasive especially now she had departed the comfort of her nest. Hopefully some of the days activities would exhaust her enough that sleep wold consume her anyway.
She cast a careful gaze about camp, considering the world around her briefly. Unsurprisingly most of her clan wasn't yet awake; something she couldn't blame them for - even she hated this habit of early rising and would have given anything to be among the sleeping.
But that left her in her own little lonely world; something that had become her life now. Breezewillow.
Returning to camp like a quiet mouse sneaking through the lions den, and with an equal amount of caution and nervousness was Breezewillow. In her jaws was gripped the slender but limp frame of a juvenile hare, but that wasn't the most notable feature of the calioc that morning.
More obviously, and also more worryingly was the fact that the pretty warrior was limping. Her hind paw dragging out of unison with the other three limbs, and every time the digit hit the ground the huntress flinched visibly, her breath hitched and aching. But her gaze remained fixed to the ground and she didn't say a word as she breached the largely empty camp, and deposited her morning's catch onto the fresh killpile with a gentle thump.
The truth of the fact - not that she would admit it unless someone went uncomfortably prying, was that in her efforts to catch the hare she hadn't been as careful as she should have been. Ending up with a hind leg in an unnoticed warren entrance, and she was consequently sent sprawling through the dirt. The hare was a happy consequence, but the pain was notable and something she struggled to keep hidden on her expressions. Something she struggled to disguise as she found herself a comfortable place nearby.
Breezewillow didn't go to the effort of finding the medicine cat or his apprentice, knowing she would likely be scolded for her idiocy. And the pain wasn't such that she felt the need to seek help for it, a day or two would pass and all that would remain was the embarassment of her inelegant misadventures in the meadows of territory. For now all she could be grateful for was the fact that nobody had been around to witness the event.
The remnants of said ungainly adventure was dappled throughout her thick coat. The dry dirt and patches of moss littering her calico colours, she grimaced at the sight.
Settling as comfortably as her aching limb would permit, she set about attempting to remedy the unneatness of her coat. The early morning sun offering some warmth, and the quiet emptiness of camp an unusual peaceful sight she took comfort in. Wolfshadow.
Wolfshadow could be seen in a peaceful state in an entirety of three circumstances.
Death, unconciousness, or sleep.
In that moment it could well have been any one of the three, so still and easy that his state might well have been mistaken for death. Only the steady rise and fall of his chest was the sole demonstration that he hadn't joined the ranks of StarClan in the middle of the night.
This state stemmed from a venture that had gone on deep into the night. Accompanying a patrol to the land just beyond the Yawning Cat Caverns, investigating a hunting patrol's claims that foxes had been seen in the area.
Fortunately, only the scent had been caught and it had already begun to grow stale. No evidence to demonstrate that there might have been any animals still in RidgeClan territory, something he was grateful to discover.
However, that discovery had only been found late into the evening. Where sunrise was far closer than sunset, and the desire for sleep had become burried into his bones. He was more than happy to ensure the safety of his camp, but would begrudge the lack of sleep somewhat. Thus the near dead state that took his form, desperate to catch onto whatever he sleep he could manage before life would continue as the sun bathed camp once more.
However, the simple want for a good night sleep was soon quashed.
The tom sneezed, jerking awake all at once. Tense for fear of an attack - something that was far more likely than any other scenario in his too battle hardened mind. But found his assailant to be a wandering tail of a clanmate breaching the sanctitude of his nest. Bringing the unfortunate bodily function which had broken him from the comfort of sleep.
Wolfshadow's from etched into his expression, the peaceful features of sleep all but disappearing. He grumbled, curling up once more in the opposite direction to the clanmate's tail, desperate to return to the comfort of sleep once more. Even if it was just for a few further moments. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2020 18:13:34 GMT -5
(Everyone has fancy code setups omg. I'm not too hot with code lol. I love the Breezewillow one.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 18:15:00 GMT -5
Thanks! It’s not a requirement don’t worry I just find it fun
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 28, 2020 19:37:19 GMT -5
Starters are all done! so sorry it took so long.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2020 19:49:50 GMT -5
Hollywing - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Hollywing had always been a light sleeper, so even Wolfshadow's sneeze had been enough to jolt her awake. She gave the tom an annoyed look, though he had already turned back over, so she doubted he had caught it. She stood, sighing lightly as she stretched each of her long legs, carefully picking her way through her sleeping clanmates, a task made easier by her small size, though she had to be careful to keep her long tail in the air so it wouldn't sweep over the sleeping warriors. Finally, she slinked out into the faint rays of dawn, yawning widely. She hated getting up so early, but there was no way she was getting back to sleep now. Hollywing glanced towards where Loststar was, and was going to head over to greet her, when Breezewillow caught her eye. The limp was obvious, as far as she was concerned, and she sighed when the calico she-cat didn't head straight for the medicine den. Already preparing her most pestering language, she trotted to where she had settled down, mewing a greeting. "Breezewillow, heeey! You're up super early! Wanted to hunt alone, huh? You okay? You're looking a little uncomfortable." She began, keeping her tone light. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 29, 2020 10:17:23 GMT -5
Good morning! Sorry I’ll get on with a reply now
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 29, 2020 12:42:18 GMT -5
Breezewillow.
The calico huntress paused from where she had been mid grooming, her ears twitching forward at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. The light in camp was still fairly dim which didn't lend itself to spotting the midnight black companion through the darkness, but it didn't take her more than a beat longer to identify the newcomer.
"Good morning," her reply was quiet and uncertain. She'd have been quite content to continue without anything in the way of further socialisation, but it seemed that wasn't Hollywing's plan.
Breezewillow only nodded in regards to the warrior's first question, it was in her nature to enjoy solitude and when possible she enjoyed being able to travel the territory without the burden of a patrol of strangers at her ankles. Despite her discomfort, the warrior managed a friendly enough smile, hoping she carried herself confidently enough to not look like an utter idiot.
She cringed, disappointed she had been caught red-pawed. She had hoped the cloak of early morning might have hidden that feature, but it seemed she wasn't as subtle as she might have hoped. The huntress merely shrugged her shoulders.
"I misstepped hunting," she explained quietly, pulling a tuft of moss free from the thick pelt covering her hindquarters. "It doesn't hurt," too bad, but she didn't say the latter part out loud. "No need to bother the medicine cats with it," she clarified. |
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 29, 2020 16:13:19 GMT -5
Bump.
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Bisexual
honeystrike
looking for exciting rp's! feel free to send a message any time c:
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Post by honeystrike on Apr 29, 2020 18:09:02 GMT -5
Hi there! I just came back to this site~ I was here quite a few years ago when the site was still young but I've been rp'ing for quite a few years now! Would it be possible for me to reserve the deputy spot? I'll have my character done soon c:
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Apr 29, 2020 18:13:10 GMT -5
Hi Honeystrike, you’re quite welcome to apply. Not intending to sound rude but would it be possible for you to please add an example roleplay piece with your forms, just as you’re new on this profile at least I’d like to check. I’m really not meaning to sound nasty. I know it can sometimes come across as mean when I ask this!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2020 18:17:25 GMT -5
Hollywing - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀHollywing listened to Breezewillow quietly, her expression passive, before she gave a sharp exhale. She knew Breezewillow liked her alone time, but hunting alone was eventually going to end up like this, and she had at least hoped that the calico would have the sense to go get herself looked at. "Breezewillow, it may not hurt now, but it's going to hurt later! What if the injury is more serious than you think? You could at least have Panthershadow give it a quick once-over to be sure. It's not like it'll kill you." Hollywing finished with a small huff, sniffing at the injured foot. She had no skill when it came to medicine, and couldn't tell if it was severe or not, but surely if Breezewillow was limping then it was worth getting checked out? |
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