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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 13, 2020 2:34:32 GMT -5
Cedarclan Ⴆҽ ʅιƙҽ α ƚɾҽҽ
Introduction tired paws scrape against the ground, bits of pine leaves and dirt debris get kicked around as you follow a well-used path where you have no idea where it will lead you. The scent of cats fill your nose as you draw closer and closer. Suddenly, one sticks out more than the rest and before it's too late you can tell that it's because the cat is getting closer. The air is knocked out of your chest as you find your back hit the ground and a brilliantly colored blue-gray pelt in your face. "Curious one, aren't we?" The voice sounds teasing and it makes you just a bit more uncomfortable, being pinned like this and feeling as though you're getting made fun of. The weight of the she-cat lifts as she gets off of you, your fur still standing straight but at least you're no longer being pinned. You watch as she turns towards the direction you were heading, a grin on her face as she waves her tail to you. "Coming?" You hesitate a moment, glancing back the way you came before your gaze settles on the blue she-cat in front of you. Curiosity getting the best of you, you take a paw step forward.
Index
I - intro, index, rules II - clan territory III - , season, prey/predator list IV - joining form, allegiance V - allegiance cont. VI - allegiance outside of clan/starclan VII - relationships, members, news, current plot line
Rules Follow Forum Rules Pretty self explanatory. Familiarize yourself with the forum rules and follow them.
[II] Knowing the difference between RP and ooc Please be respectful in OOC. I will not tolerate fighting or rudeness, if there is a problem I can mediate otherwise take it to PMs and have a conversation there. If someone asks you stop talking about a certain subject, be respectful and stop. You may play a rude character but that attitude is to not be brought over in OOC. Also, in OOC please use any variety of brackets to indicate that you are not talking in character. Another thing is player knowledge vs. character knowledge. You as the player might have information about the plot, or another character because of discussion or reading but that does not mean your character holds the same information. They must learn it somehow through Roleplay. [III] Play Fair This goes along to fighting. If there's a mock-battle, fighting, or a real battle (whether it's against other cats or predators), be realistic about it. Allow the other person a couple of blows, or set up the fight so the other can dodge if there's an opportunity. You will not always come out of a fight unscathed, this also goes for other forest beasts. You cannot take down a forest predator all by yourself and not have any scratches whatsoever. Also, no mary-sues or perfect characters. Everyone's got flaws.
[IV] Activity Threads tend to die because because people get busy and stop replying. I will try my best to be as active as I can and I fell that it's only fair to ask that you do the same. I understand that life tends to get in the way and I totally get that, just please keep me in the loop and communicate any absences through either this thread or sending me a PM. If you find the commitment too much to handle just talk to me and we can work something out that works for you. If a person is gone for more than 5 days with no activity I will archive their character and upon returning the member may re-join though their character will be permanently removed if another 5 days goes without activity.
[V] Literacy The expected post amount will be at the very least three well-written sentences, there needs to be enough for your partner to reply. At the very most I expect three paragraphs, sometimes you just find yourself writing a novel but it gets tiring reading a lot of exposition. So, anywhere between three well-written sentences and three paragraphs is perfect. Try to match RP partner length, but that isn't always expected, and please try to use correct grammar. I won't nag on you for any comma splices or misplaced periods, but try not to have a lot of run-on sentences. If you find there's a mistake in your post please feel free to edit and fix it.
[VI] Characters You may have up to as many characters as you can handle that you will actively RP on a daily/weekly basis. If you find there is a character you aren't RPing as often and know you won't pick up anytime soon, maybe offer them to another member or if they aren't integral to any plot or storyline find a way to get rid of them(??). Please try to keep the amount of toms/she-cats the same, try to join with at least one of each. No kit may join without a Queen, unless you've asked me and we've discussed how they will be raised. No names that incorporate anything a cat will not know or hasn't seen, or anything that's outside of Warriors knowledge. Also keep pelt colors reasonable, this goes with offspring/siblings, they would have similar pelt colors/styles. For example; Unless there has been a calico in the recent bloodline, or the mother is a calico, a she-cat that is any other darker color such as brown, black, or gray could not have a calico kitten.
[VII] Familial Bonds Personally, I find it a lot more fun to have family ties that are not created by myself that I always have to RP by myself. I encourage everyone to offer up any kind of family bond so that we may interact with each other more further from a purely clanmate relationship. If you would like to have your character be related to another members character feel free to tag them in your post and ask! Though, it's not required for any of your cats to be related to anyone. Mention in your form if there's a character that may be claimed by another member, fill out the top part of the form but it is not required of you to fill out desc., personality, etc. for them if you choose not to. Or, mention in your form if that character is open for familial bonds and specify what types. (ie: parents, siblings, etc.)
[viii] inclusivity LGBTQ+ characters welcome.
[ix] Have fun! The most important rule! I want everyone to have fun here, so please be as creative as you feel free to be. Make some good choices, bad choices, stir up plenty of drama, or strive to get along with everyone! If you have any questions whatsoever please DO NOT be afraid to ask me any questions! I would love to answer any if there's any confusion.
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 13, 2020 2:34:56 GMT -5
Territory This clan is based in, and inspired by, the foresty PNW area. Landscapes aren’t based off of any real landmarks but will be loosely based on what one might find in the PNW forest.
General Territory Cedarclan territory is full of large, red cedars. An adult tree will have a trunk that is absolutely too massive for any cat to climb, thus Cedarclan cats aren’t very skilled on climbing despite being surrounded by trees. Rocks are covered in moss and the whole territory is surrounded by a great big mountain range. Great Pines A cluster of pine trees north west of camp that are, surprisingly, the only trees in a big clearing. Cats will lounge on the rocks within the cluster of trees or sneak away late at night to look up at the stars or will hide out there for some peace and quiet. It also makes to be a great climbing spot for those who actually like it. Lots of birds and squirrels are found here. Tumbling Rocks A low current stream that connects to West Lake. The water tumbles down and trickles onto sets of rocks down an incline causing some even levels that are safe for cats to climb down on to fish or swim in the shallow puddles. West Lake A small lake west of camp that has pooled from the river that leads way out of territory. A lot of fish end up here and will lay eggs during Leaf Bare where the opening of the lake and the river meet. Usually find a lot of trout here. During rainy season the lake can flood. Crashing River The high current river that feeds into West Lake. Do not try and swim or hunt in here, one will get swept away in the high waters. Water levels run high during rainy season and cause the lake to flood. Mountains surround the part of the river that leads out of the territory, no cat has ventured further than that and it’s unclear what lies past the mountains and the rest of the river. Four Trees Four Trees is immediately west of the camp and is the training grounds for mentors and apprentices. It’s a large, distinct clearing that is surrounded by four great red cedars. Fire Mountain A dormant volcano north of camp that will likely not erupt for hundreds of years. Ancestors have seen and were warned of the last eruption by Starclan, thus that’s how stories of the mountain that shoots fire came to be. The tales are told by elders, passed down to kits to entertain them. Obsidian Cave A small pocket at the bottom of Fire Mountain, created by the last eruption to become the new home of communication with Starclan. New leaders and medicine cats will travel here in order to receive lives or communicate with those who have passed. Inside of the small cave is lined with chunks of obsidian, going further where it opens up more is a big chunk of obsidian that has been carved into a bowl-like structure due to water that drips onto it. A small pool of water sits in the bowl and cats will have to stick their face into it in order to rest and get in touch with the starry ancestors.
Cedarclan Camp Two tall trees with uplifted roots that intertwine around each other makes the walls of the camps, warriors will compact the walls with dried mud, moss, and leaves to fortify the walls when it comes to rainy season in order to keep out the flood water. There is a large clearing between the two trees big enough for all clan cats to be in. The entrance is on the west side of camp, the opposite end of the Leaders den. It’s where there are less roots and one has to belly crawl to get out and through the roots.
Leaders Den What used to be the third tree that surrounded camp fell down years ago, over time the inside of the bottom of that tree has been hollowed out with enough room to become the leader’s den. It’s big enough to fit at least three cats.
HighRoot One of the old roots of a cedar tree that had fallen down sticks out further than the rest, right above the entrance of the leader’s den. The leader will use the other roots to hop onto Highroot in order to give clan announcements. Medicine Cats Den Right beside the south tree of camp there is a bit of an incline that leads into the medicine cat’s den. It has been dug out and where there is the most intricate weaving of the branches. It seems to be more fortified on this side so nothing outside of the camp can get into the hollowed-out den. Smaller and flatter tree roots act as shelves for herbs, a smaller section that’s more underground has been dug out as a place for the medicine cat and their apprentice to sleep. Nursery The Nursery is underneath the south tree of camp, having been dug out in order for the cats to go further in to make more room. It is right beside the medicine cat’s den.Warrior Cat’s Den On the other side of camp underneath the north tree of camp. It’s built very similarly to the nursery, but the north tree is bigger and thus had more room to fit more cats into it. Apprentice’s Den Near the warrior’s den, it’s built like the medicine cat’s den but sticks, dried mud, leaves, and moss-like wall has been built to make it more dome-shape so they wouldn’t have to dig as deep into the roots like the med den. Elder’s Den Between the nursery and the leader’s den, it’s built similarly like the apprentice’s den.
Freshkill Pile Middle of the camp clearing.
Map (a crude version of the territory to get a visual feel of it)
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 13, 2020 2:35:06 GMT -5
Season[ ] Leaf-Fall [ ] Leaf-Bare [X] Newleaf [ ] Greenleaf
Prey
- Muskrats (uncommon)
- Pocket gophers (uncommon)
- Wild Turkey (rare)
- Squirrels (common)
- Rabbits (common)
- Robins (common)
- Starlings (common)
- Swallows (common)
Predators
- Bears (uncommon)
- bobcats (rare)
- Cougars (common)
- Coyotes (uncommon)
- Snakes (common)
- Owls (common)
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 13, 2020 2:35:40 GMT -5
Joining formCat Name -- //Gender// -- //Age// -- //Rank//Description (min. 3 sentences) | Personality (min. 3 sentences) | Family/History (min.3 sentences) | Other* (optional){Screenname} DISCLAIMER: When you are done filling out the form please tag me in your post so that I am notified and can find your post easily *If you would like to make a character for someone else to claim please state so at the end of their form (in OTHER). Also if your characters are open to familial bonds state so, as well as the types of bonds (in OTHER).
allegiances - in clanLeader » Rainstar -- //She-cat// -- //35 moons// Rainstar is a pretty, large-bodied russian blue she-cat. Her fluffy fur is a pale blue-gray color and she has a long feathery tail. Rainstar as pale, bright green eyes that seem to hold her every emotion, to which she's had to get better at hiding. Due to her large, muscled, frame, Rainstar enjoys climbing up any tree she can manage and has proven to be quite difficult to knock down during battle. A small scar runs across her left cheek from a skirmish in one of her first fights as an apprentice, she wore it with pride every day after. A fairly kind-hearted she-cat, Rainstar is fair and loyal with so much love for her clan. Rainstar knew one day she would become leader, she just didn't think it would come so soon. Despite being young, she handles her actions with grace and takes the time to think about what she's going to say next. The clan will always come first to Rainstar and she executes her decisions with the clans best interest. When she's not taking her job so seriously, Rainstar loves to play with the kits in the nursery or go off on her own to explore their territory. Rainstar grew up with her sister, Willowshine. The two were close to their mother, Birdsong but unfortunately they didn't get to spend much time with her after she was killed during a rogue dispute. Their father, Mudrush did his best to raise his daughters but has been pretty detached ever since the death of his mate. {R A I N Y}Deputy » Lionfang -- //Tom// -- //45 Moons// Lionfang is an imposing looking cat. He is a large silver tabby with broad shoulders and thick fur. He has several scars, the most notable stretching from under one of his eyes and across his muzzle. His eyes, unlike his daughter's, are amber and narrow. Lionfang takes his duties very seriously. He cares a lot for his clan, and the cats in it, always striving to do the best he can for them. However, losing his mate impacted him heavily. Since her recent death, he has become more shut off from his clanmates. Despite this, he still wants to seem open in case any cat needs someone to talk to. He has a soft spot for kits and apprentices, and will fight for any of them if he thinks they're in danger. Lionfang had a fairly normal kithood and apprenticehood, surprised to become deputy even if others told him it wasn't shocking. He and Brighteyes had seemed destined to be together since they had shared the apprentice's den, and as many predicted, they did. Lionfang was completely torn apart by her death, feeling lost without his mate.
{highprince} Medicine Cat » Sunmask -- //she-cat// -- //40 moons// Small, delicate boned feline with rounded ears and bright white whiskers. Her fur is a pale cream color with soft flame point markings on her face, ears, paws, and tail. Her eyes are a pale, icy blue set gently into her round face. Her right ear has a nick in it from an accident when she was a young apprentice. Sunmask is an open-minded she-cat with strong morals. She will always do what she feels in her gut is correct or right for herself and the clan, even if she has been ordered/told that the opposite is true. Rules in her opinion are more guidelines anyway, there to offer structure but not to be followed religiously. Sunmask is a friendly cat who gets along with most of her clan-mates and is very good at listening, often offering to be there for those who need some advice or even just an ear to rant to. Her mother and father, Gingerfoot and Beartail, were loving parents who doted on their kits but taught them the importance of learning to be an individual. When they died, Sunmask was devastated, especially since they both died of an extreme bout of green cough during her apprenticeship. She grew closer to her sister, Brighteye, and watched happily as she found a mate and had kits. When the Leafbare came and brought more green cough, Sunmask thought she was prepared but she was unable to save her sister. She'd never felt more helpless. She still feels guilt over all of their deaths.
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Medicine Cat Apprentice ReservedWarriors » Breezefur -- //Tom// -- //78 Moons// Father to Birchwind and Ashenlight. Grandfather to Stonepaw and Riverpaw. A prideful and unpleasant tom, doesn't maintain any kind of relationship with his kits, relationship to his grandkits is up to the user.**OPEN TO CLAIM » Mudrush -- //Tom// -- //68 moons// Mudrush is a very large, bulky tom cat with dark grey-blue fur, a thick, warm pelt and a round face. His eyes are a deep amber, soft and sloped in a way that gives him a perpetually solemn look. His paws are noticeably large. Mudrush had always been a quiet, introspective cat, often lost in his own wandering thoughts and easily distracted by the curiosities of the world around him. He enjoys peaceful walks and can sit in silence for a long time simply watching the trees sway. However, sometimes he can withdraw into his own world too far, finding difficulty in connecting with other cats and losing touch with the situation at hand. He is the father of Willowshine and Rainstar. Mudrush was deeply in love with their mother, Birdsong, for her bright and down-to-heart personality helped draw him out of his shell and keep him grounded. However, after her death due to a rogue encounter gone awry, he struggled greatly in coping with his grief. Mudrush genuinely loves his daughters and thinks the world of them, but struggles to express this, and often feels like he’s failed in his efforts to connect with them. Because of this, he’s grown distant, not just from them, but from most of his clanmates.
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» Dockface -- //Tom// -- //68 moons// Dockface is a grumbly and distant tom. He has a dark tan muzzle with a short-furred, dark tabby pelt, flecked with gold fur; he also has a flat face with dark brown eyes. Dockface has a stocky build. Dockface is strong and quiet, considering all of the aspects of a situation before acting. He lacks the ability to be impulsive, leading into some bouts of acting too slowly in a situation; don’t correct him on that, though! Dockface isn’t the friendliest cat, but he does help others when they ask for it. Dockface has unfailing loyalty to StarClan, Rainstar, and CedarClan. His mate was Deerspirit, and he still visits the elder's den to care for the elders. Dockface is the father of Daycreek and siblings. He tries to keep on good relations with his kits, but his bad mood usually shows. This usually results in a hard and distant relationship between him and his kits.
{meteorshower} » Smokefeather -- //Tom// -- //51 Moons// Brother to Stormpool, uncle to Riverpaw and Stonepaw. **OPEN TO CLAIM » Stormpool -- //She-Cat// -- //51 moons// Stormpool is large, muscular molly, though her musculature is mostly hidden by her thick, long fur. This thick fur makes her look even larger than she is, and her cheeks have long tufts of fur coming off them. Her fur is a gray blue, with a dark stripe running down her back and covering her tail. Darker marks are also over her shoulders, flanks, and the upper half of her face. Her muzzle, chest, underbelly, and paws are white. Her eyes are a deep blue with gray flecks. Stormpool comes off as a sweet, patient cat. She seems kind and reasonable, and a mother above all else. She's the kind of cat her younger clanmates come to for advice or for a shoulder to lean on. However, this kind attitude is just a front she puts up. On the inside, Stormpool is cold, bitter, and jealous. She thinks of the warrior code as foolish, and renounces StarClan. She has a particular hatred for rogues and cats without full-clan blood, and wants to keep CedarClan pure with clanborn cats. Stormpool is vengeful, though she keeps this attitude deep down, as to not be thrown from the clan or looked down upon. Her father was an ex-kittypet rogue named Louis, and her mother was a CedarClan warrior named Ripplecreek. She gave birth to two kits - Stormpool and her brother, Smokefeather. After she and her brother no longer needed to drink milk, Ripplecreek ran away with Louis, leaving their kits behind. Stormpool and Smokefeather were raised by a foster mother, but Stormpool has never forgotten being abandoned. Later on, she found a mate and had two kits - Riverpaw and Stonepaw.
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» Darkfang -- //Tom// -- //49 moons// A large and fierce looking tom, Darkfang is a long-furred black smoke tom. His pelt is a very dark gray and he's got a mane of a light gray, almost white fur, around his neck, underbelly, and back haunches. His eyes are a stark contrast to his dark fur, they're a very bright yellow that hold a stern gaze. Darkfang is one of the bigger cats in the clan, though he's able to tread very lightly, easily managing to sneak up on other cats and prey. His long tail is just as bushy as the rest of his body, but he keeps himself well-groomed. Darkfang looks like he'll be an unfriendly cat, but he's just a bit socially awkward. A lot has happened in his past that should've caused the tom to keep to himself, but if anything it's caused him to make even more of an effort to be there for his clanmates as he knows firsthand what it's like to be abandoned by someone you love. He's a loyal clan member and will attempt to lift anyone's spirits with an awful (dad) joke here and there. Darkfang would do anything for his kits, having raised them as a single father, and has a hard time forgetting they're not little anymore. Darkfang lost his parents to the bout of green cough that hit the clan, soon after he took Coldfern as a mate. He loved the standoffish she-cat as much as one could and felt excited when it was announced that she would be expecting kits. Darkfang was looking forward to a family of his own, that is until he caught his mate sneaking out one night and meeting up with a rogue. Interrogating his mate when she got back he found out that the kits she was carrying weren't his, but her lovers. This nearly broke Darkfang but what pushed him over the edge was when he caught his mate one sneaking out one last time after Nightkit and Dovekit were born. They argued and he found out she wasn't planning on coming back, so Darkfang stepped up and did the best he could with raising the kits that weren't his. He didn't care, as far as he and everyone else were concerned Nightblaze and Doverspots were as good as his own kin. No one else knows the true lineage of the two kits and Darkfang plans to take this secret to the grave with him.
{R A I N Y} » Foxtongue -- //She-cat// -- //47 moons// Foxtongue is an almost toxically vibrant calico with words as sharp as her claws. Her body is scarred from the tip of her tail to the tops of her long ears from the countless petty battles she has started. Despite her hostile tendencies most cats find her relatively attractive with her long slender frame, her fluffy mane and large bright green eyes. Foxtongue, to no cats surprise, suits her name. She is known throughout the clan as mean-spirited, rude and fierce about her unconventional opinions, like how rouges, despite how mistrustful they can be, are treated terribly and that maybe the clan shouldn't idolize cats who are just dead. Despite that she is surprisingly respectful and kind to people she likes and approves of. Foxtongue is the last kit to the late Dawntail (A fellow Calico, just paler) and her unknown mate in Cedarclan. Her sister Tallpaw left the clan just before her assessment to follow new paths and her brother Badgarpaw was killed defending a medicine cat from a bobcat. Foxtongue has shown no interest in finding out who her father was.
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» Birchwind -- //Tom// -- //47 moons// Tall, built large and agile, for swift, merciless blows and efficient dodges. He has a medium coat that is a vibrant silvery gray, interrupted by nearly pitch black mackerel tabby markings. His tail is tipped in black, as are his ears. All of his hind toes are all bright white which matches his muzzle and chin. His eyes are a deep blue, a trait he passed on to both of his sons. Birchwind is confident individual who knows his strengths and acknowledges his weaknesses. Though he has a quiet charm about him, his ambition is what drives him. He wants to be the best warrior he can be and will push himself beyond his own limits to accomplish this. He wouldn't risk the clan, or his clan mates to get what he wants however. His loyalty has always been with CedarClan and he will remain a dedicated warrior till the end. That doesn't mean he doesn't want to better his position in the clan, or make himself and his opinions heard. The tom has quite the silver tongue and known for his mild manner and dashing smile. The truth of the matter is, he actually has quite the ruthless temper and though he would never cause permanent damage to a clan mate, he may be vengeful. Birchwind simply isn't the type of feline to outwardly show his anger, instead he'll smile calmly while quietly planning to poison ivy in your nest. A wolf in sheep's clothing, and more sly than a fox. Born to a young queen, Silverdawn, he was raised with his two sisters, Ashenlight and Mintpaw. He was close to both of his siblings, especially Mintpaw before she passed away due to an infection. His father, Breezefur, refused to claim them as his kits, claiming they weren't good enough because Silverdawn had once been a kittypet. That lit a fire under Birchwind from a young age. He and Stormpool had two kits together, Stonepaw and Riverpaw.
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» Ashenlight -- //She-cat// -- //47 Moons// An almost carbon copy of her brother, Ashenlight is smaller, more slender she-cat with the same silvery gray coat with just as dark black tabby markings. The transition between her markings and her white spots are a little better blended out, making it hard to notice where the gray begins and ends. Along with the same white markings, Ashenlight has an added white patch along the bridge of her nose that ends in an upside down teardrop shape on her forehead as well as a completely white underbelly. Ashenlight possesses heterochromia which causes her right eye to be an icy blue color and her left eye to be a vibrant copper color. A very focused feline, Ashenlight can be a bit self-conscious about her actions and abilities. She grew up with a father that refused to look her way and that planted a lot of self-doubt in the she-cat growing up, and while that fueled her brother to prove himself, it only caused Ashenlight to further draw back from others as she was unable to see her own worth. She tends to stick to those she knows well, not making much of an effort to get to know the cats younger than her and only choosing to stick by her family or the denmates she grew up with. Despite not believing it herself, Ashenlight is a very skilled hunter and fighter. She tries to avoid conflict as much as possible. Born to Silverdawn, Ashenlight was raised along with Birchwood and Mintpaw. She always admired her brother and stuck close to his side, even more so when their sister died of an infection. Breezefur's disdain for his kits really affected Ashenlight growing up, pining for her fathers attention until finally giving up once she realized her mother and sisters death didn't phase the tom at all. She is incredibly proud of her brother and his kits, Stonepaw and Riverpaw, and while Stormpool intimidates her, Ashenlight respects the molly enough despite feeling like the she-cat looks down on her and her brother for not being full-fledged clan cats.
{R A I N Y} » Thorntail -- //Tom// -- //42 moons// Thorntail is a brown tabby tom with long legs and dark amber eyes. He has one cream-colored sock on his right hind paw, and the tip of one ear is missing. A large scar from his first battle as an apprentice is still clearly visible on his right shoulder. Thorntail was always somewhat rough around the edges, but his former mate, Wrenflight, managed to bring out a more laid-back side to his personality. Nowadays, he tends to be gruff and short-tempered towards everyone, even his kits. He follows the Warrior Code strictly, and is known among the Clan for being a tough mentor. When Fallowkit and Brackenkit were born, Thorntail visited them everyday, bringing the best fresh-kill for his mate and watching his kits grow up with pride. But after Wrenflight’s death, Thorntail felt as if his heart had been split in two; he grew cold and distant, afraid of building a relationship with anyone for fear of losing them like he lost his mate. Fallowkit especially reminds him too much of Wrenflight, since she looks like a carbon-copy of her late mother.
(~Sapphire~) » Daycreek -- //Tom// -- //39 moons// Daycreek is a large, strong, pale yellow dote of a warrior with a large fluffy tail. A warm brown stripe patterns down his back and ebbs off in tabby esque Markings, coincidently looking like his mate, Briarleap has a large mane of fur that puffs out whenever he gets defensive. His round river blue eyes are often filled with clear emotion over the littlest thing. Daycreek is one loving cat, a fact about himself he refuses to hide. He loves his clan, his territory but most of all his close ones. Despite that he still has a tendency to easily hate on someone who acts rude or standoffish, often looking down on them with distaste but he tries his best to look for the good in those cats. Other than that Daycreek is generally a loyal, friendly tom that cares deeply about getting stuff right. Daycreek was a very imaginative as a kit, mainly because he was often frustrated with his surroundings. So he would make little games to cover up the bits in reality he didn't like. Like sometimes he pretended he was the only tom in the clan and that it was his job to protect all the mollies and that he was destined to save the clan from fire mountain. This is a trait his Mother Deerspirit adored about him and haunts the now embarrassed fully grown Daycreek about it. The two had always had a fantastic relationship ever since the nursery, unlike Daycreek and his father. Dockface never cared for his kits nevertheless Daycreek and He resented the tom for it. Just thinking about him is enough to put him in a bad mood. He just tries to keep his distance from the warrior.
{WrymnTime} » Graystorm -- //Tom// -- // 38 moons // Graystorm is the definition of stocky; broad-shouldered and rather tall, the tom makes up for his lack of tail with his muscled figure. With a base color of stone gray, the tom’s paws are dipped in white. The entirety of his legs are a deeper shade of gray and his chin, chest, underbelly, and tail are a bright white. He has a splash of white that wraps around the middle of his spine, speckled with smaller patches of gray around it. His eyes are a deep shade of green, complimenting his stone-colored appearance. Loyal to a fault is a great way to describe this tom. He will fight tooth and claw for his loved ones, no matter the circumstance. Incredibly motivated yet a bit naive, this tom often finds himself on the wrong side of the river. He picks fights (sometimes accidentally) due to his opinionated and loud nature. Although his brash side is balanced with a compassionate, caring side that only those closest to him see. Born and raised to well-respected parents, this tom always felt the need to be at his best. Graystorm's father died in battle during his apprentice years, leading him to his obsession with being the best warrior he can be. He fears losing the ones he loves like he lost his father and eventually lost his mother due to her grief. He has bad blood with his brother, Sleetwhisker ever since their parents passed, and is often angered when his family is brought up for reasons unknown. With lack of familial support, Graystorm spent all of his time training to become a better warrior, earning him the support and recognition of his clanmates.
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» Sleetwhisker -- //Tom// -- //38 Moons// Brother to Graystorm, they don't get along**OPEN TO CLAIM
» Tornheart -- //Tom// -- //36 moons// Tornheart is a short-furred, golden-brown tabby tom, the hue of his pelt leaning towards a deeper orange, his tabby markings of a burnished copper color, with a few white patches along his chest and muzzle. His golden pelt is also marked with long, jagged scars along his left side. He walks with a slight limp and one of his ears is completely torn off. His eyes are of a pale gold, one of which is sealed shut and scarred with three claw marks. What marks this tom’s attitude is his sheer determination in positivity, juxtaposing his frightening appearance. Left in the wake of his trauma was the need to be okay for those who grieved around him, especially his sister Briarleap. He is genuinely bright and cheerful with a big heart, tending to try and find the silver lining, and is endlessly adventurous and curious. He can be, however, extremely emotional and anxious, and can come off as petty as he gets upset over a seemingly small thing out of place. Tornheart was once Goldenpaw, brother to Briarleap and son of Viperstream and Fernburst. Unfortunately, at a very young age, Tornheart watched three cats die at a cougar’s claws, two of which were his own parents, before falling to the cougar himself. He was rescued, but not before suffering horrible injuries. His response to his grief and trauma was to suppress and deny it - tired of the pity and worry other cats showed him, he became determined to be a cat they didn’t have to worry about anymore. He carries a lot of guilt over the death of his parents that he refuses to process, instead carrying it over to fuss over Briarleap, of whom he’s fiercely protective. He also has a crush on Willowshine, and has already subjected himself to a state of perpetual pining. {willowflower}
» Willowshine -- //she-cat// -- //35 moons// Willowshine is a long-furred she-cat with a pretty, round face. Her features are softer than that of her sisters and she's much smaller in comparison. Willowshine has light gray fur with cream accents on her face and chest, as well as her paws. She's got the same bright green eyes as her sister, as well as a berry nose and white tufts of fur coming from her ears. Unlike her much more confident sister, Willowshine can be rather shy and secluded. She is often teased by her quiet nature but she seems unbothered by it, even sometimes going along with the joke. A truly sweet cat, Willowshine is supportive of her clanmates and is fiercely protective of her family. While soft and shy in person, Willowshine is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield with her fast reactions and quick blows. Willowshine is very close to her sister, Rainstar and is often her shoulder of support. Ever since their mother died, Willowshine grieved longer of the two and has secluded herself often because of it. She and her father have also become distant because of it. There was once a time where Willowshine believed she would train as a medicine cat, but abandoned that dream when she learned they could not have a family of their own. {R A I N Y}
» Coppertail -- //Tom// -- //28 moons// Coppertail is a honey mink tom-cat, his base coat being a sandy tan color with a maple brown color covering his face, tail, and traveling up his legs. He's a fairly muscular tom with a long and thin tail. His eyes are a medium, fair blue. Coppertail is a easy going tom who enjoys the company of his loved ones. Those "loved ones" can be considered family, friends, or simply clanmates he doesn't speak to often. He's very social and is often seen speaking with someone, anyone really. Though he does spend some time alone, mostly when hunting to achieve a focus, he is happiest when he's at least in the presence with someone. Coppertail was born in a litter of three, definitely the social butterfly of the nursery. He adored his siblings and often stuck by them, nipping playfully at their ears and batting at their tails before he ventured off to make friends with others. His mother was always slightly distant towards him and his siblings, though their father was the most loving thing. He's always tried to build a stronger relationship with his mother, but it's a process that hasn't had much improvement. {underthesilverpelt}
» Finchlift -- //She-cat// -- //28 moons// Finchlift is a russet she-cat with a short and fluffy body. She has long fur that sticks out in all directions and a wily tail. She has fair blue eyes like her siblings. Finchlift is a good hunter and a decent fighter. She loves getting out of camp and into the wild as much as possible. Finchlift has a serious and thoughtful shell, but those closer to her - like her siblings - see a lighter, more energetic side to her. This side comes out when those close to her get excited. Finchlift usually will follow what she thinks the warrior code stands for, not what it explicitly says. Finchlift was in the same litter as Coppertail and is decently close to him. She likes to go out and do warrior duties with Coppertail, but she isn’t necessarily bound to him. Finchlift is protective of her more outgoing brother and she looks out for him however she can. Finchlift secretly wishes she could be more social with her clanmates like her brother is. {meteorshower}
» Lightdrop -- //She-Cat// -- //26 Moons// Lightdrop is a lean tortoiseshell and white she-cat. She has long legs and a long, thin tail. Her fur is short and wiry. Her face is pointed, and her blue eyes are narrow. Her ginger spots cover most of her body, with her also having a white chest and underbelly. Lightdrop is a charismatic young warrior. While not the best fighter or hunter, she knows her way with words. It is her firm belief that she can get what she want without violence. When she must fight, she prefers stealth over rushing into battle, creeping through the undergrowth. She has to been known to sneak up on her clanmates in order to scare them. While she may seem aloof, she really does like to have fun with her clanmates. Lightdrop was born to Dappleface, who refused to tell who her kit's father was. Growing up, Lightdrop was never curious about who he was, believing him to be some loner she didn't need to waste time on. Her mother recommended her to try pursuing becoming a medicine cat, because of her distaste for fighting, but she went against those wishes and followed the path of a warrior instead. {highprince}
» Nightblaze -- //Tom// -- //24 moons// A pitch black tom with thick fur and a fluffy, plumed tail. There is a white blaze that goes from his nose, between his eyes, to the middle of his forehead. Those eyes of his are a warm, buttery amber, wide and round in his strong face. He has a muscular, long body built from full days practicing battle tactics. His paws and hind-legs are large and make for great climbing and powerful blows. Nightblaze is an assertive tom, unafraid to make his opinions known. He isn't one to back down from authority and thrives under pressure where most would flounder. His confidence makes him intimidating to approach but in social situations he is charming and even humorous. Nightblaze walks the fine line of arrogance and tends to think highly of both himself and his clan. His father is Darkfang, who had to raise him alone after his mother abandoned the clan. He was too young, barely weaned from her milk, so he doesn't remember anything about his mother, though he knows her name was Coldfern. His was a young warrior but he always made time for Nightblaze, giving them a wonderful, loving relationship. Still to this day, Darkfang is the only feline Nightblaze trusts with everything. {little blu ♥}
» Dovespots -- //She-cat// -- //24 moons// Dovespots is a complete pitch black lanky cat with white and grayish spots feathering across her chest, ears and hind legs. She has a longish twitchy tail that always is sporadically as she talks. Her most distinct feature is her round water blue eyes. If you were to ask every cat in the clan what they thought of Dovespots in one word, it would be curious. Dovespots is curious by nature, ever since she was a kit she always was asking questions about the world around her like "Why do we eat squirrels?" "Why do we stay in camp?" "Where did Coldfern go?". These days Dovespots usually keeps to herself and only speaks in small groups of people instead of anyone who'd listen and she usually keeps her questions to herself. Before her mother left her Dovekit was actually very close to her family, her understanding of the world was very simple."Nightkit is the best, Darkfang is the best and Coldfern is the ABSOLUTE best" So when her world crumbled, so did her relationship with the rest of her kin. She doesnt hate them, far from but being around them is just painful for her and akward. She just prefers to take the wold on on her own. {WrymnTime}
» Tallbird -- //She-cat// -- //22 moons// A sleek and slender orange and white she-cat. Tallbird has a silky white, slightly longer furred pelt with spotted orange tabby markings. Her tail pillows out, seeming to be the largest thing about the she-cat, adorned with the same orange markings but only on the top side of her tail. She has long legs and almost too big for her head ears, which have tufts of pointed fur on top of them. She's got dark orange eyes and a pink nose, her face a bit pointed and smaller. The molly is quick and lithe, being one of the fastest cats in the clan due to her long legs and slim build. Tallbird is a curious cat, always observing others and asking questions but usually not paying enough attention to hear the answers. She is very social and is not afraid to approach others and start the conversation. While Tallbird is very kind and free-spirited, she is stubborn in her opinions and is not afraid to talk back to someone who she disagrees with. Her mouth often got her in trouble as an apprentice and is proving to still be the case as a warrior. Tallbird was actually found in the territory when she was young by a Cedarclan border patrol, she was raised by one of the queens in the nursery at the time and had very little memory about how she'd gotten into the forest and who her real parents were. This makes Tallbird not clanborn but she could care less. Cedarclan has and will always be her home and she will fight desperately for her clan and clanmates, but finds it annoying when her loyalty is questioned due to the fact that she isn't clanborn. {R A I N Y}
» Deerglow -- //She-cat// -- //22 moons// Deerglow is a chocolate tortie spotted tabby and white bicolor. She is a shorthaired, light brown and white kitty with patches of orange throughout her pelt and dark brown spots covering the brown fur. The white fur is pure white, covering her chest, underbelly, four legs, muzzle, and the tip of her tail. Her eyes are a pale, gray-green. Deerglow is a fairly content kitty. She's not one to complain and keeps to herself more often. She seems like a fairly meek molly but she is very much a feisty one when it comes to protecting her clan. Her dark side isn't something you see often, but it isn't something you'd like to see again. Deerglow was from a litter of four, though doesn't have full clan blood. Her mother is a kitty-pet who met with her father by chance. A litter wasn't intended, but it occurred and her father didn't find out until the kits were already born and walking. Her mother presented Deerglow to be taken into the clan since her other siblings had already been sold off. Deerglow was raised in Cedarclan by her father until he died from illness during her late apprentice moons. Her heritage caused her to feel the need to prove herself within Cedarclan, creating the heavy loyalty she feels for the clan. {underthesilverpelt}
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Apprentices » Halfpaw -- //Tom// -- //10 Moons// Halfpaw is the spitting image of his father - a lean white tom with thick fur around his neck and cheeks, and paws that are a little too large for the rest of him. He has tufts of fur sticking off top of his rounded ears, though the rest of his features are angular. Halfpaw has gray freckling on his face and along his back, and his chin is gray. His eyes are blue and narrow, and have a certain cold glint to them. However, his most distinguishing feature is the scars that cover the left side of his face. That side is totally clawed, and one eye is missing. Halfpaw is cold and impersonal, speaking objectively, often in a monotone voice. He doesn't allow himself to be controlled by emotions, and instead keeps them all contained to the point where it seems that he has none at all. His objective personality isn't a facade to make up for some lack of intelligence - Halfpaw is very smart, and above that, incredibly ambitious. He has his eyes set on the leader position, and would do whatever it takes to get there. He spends many nights training out on his own, hiding his exhaustion from the rest of his clanmates. While he doesn't express any of his grief, making him seem incredibly uncaring, he truly hurts inside, only longing for the family he once had - or thought he had. Halfpaw was born to a CedarClan warrior, Redwood, and a rogue named Nickel. He was born as Silverkit, with two sisters - Firekit and Applekit. He was the only one of his littermates that had taken after their father. Redwood absolutely adored them at first, but when she went to tell Nickel all about them, she found that he had been in a relationship with a kittypet the whole time. He abandoned Redwood and their family completely, breaking the queen's heart. The situation wasn't helped when the kits all became ill at a few moons old. While Silverkit and Applekit recovered, Firekit passed away, driving the whole family into grief. Redwood was the worst off, not even bothering to care for her kits. After a while, they barely even acknowledged her as mother. She didn't celebrate at their apprentice ceremony, but instead stayed curled up in the nursery, where she spent all her time. A couple moons after they were made apprentices, Applepaw and Silverpaw were playing by the Crashing River, when Applepaw fell in. She was swept away and drowned before Silverpaw could even react. The death of her second daughter brought Redwood to madness, where she proclaimed she had lost "all her children". She was forced to retire, unable to perform her warrior duties. Around a moon after Applepaw's death, Redwood seemed to be getting better, and she took Silverpaw out hunting. However, she quickly took a turn for the worst, blaming him for being just like Nickel and ruining their family. She lashed out at him, mauling his face, and later claiming a bobcat did it when they returned to camp. Silverpaw was too in shock to argue, but once he was feeling somewhat better, he requested that his name be changed to Halfpaw. He might get some butterflies in his stomach around Stonepaw, but that definitely doesn't mean anything{highprince} » Stonepaw -- //tom// -- //9 moons// Stonepaw is an all silver tom with medium length fur and darker gray tabby markings. He's about average size for a tom of his age, but he'll grow to be rather large as his paws are too big and legs too long for his own good.. Unfortunately, this makes the young tom clumsy. He's got a long, skinny tail where the tabby markings seem to fade and leaves him with only a white tip on his tail. Stonepaw has got a pair of dark blue eyes with flecks of gray in them, and a black nose. He's got a brassy kind of voice so when he laughs it sounds raspy and wheezy. Stonepaw is a very kind tom, he's always trying to help others and he rarely puts himself first. If there's anything that needs to be done he's the first to volunteer. With that said, because he's so clumsy, Stonepaw sometimes ends up being the last person someone wants help from. The young tom can also be a little oblivious, so when explaining things one has to be really precise on what exactly they want from him. This may all clear up though when he matures and gets older. Stonepaw works well with a schedule and doesn't deal well with change so he's slower to adjust to things. He doesn't have a lot of pet peeves, he's really rather neutral in a lot of situations and he tries not to let things get to him often. {𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓎🌧}
» Riverpaw -- //tom// -- //9 moons// A lanky, thin silver furred tom with long legs and rather large paws. His face is angular and accents his tall ears and pale pink nose. Dark black tabby markings streak across his pelt, disrupting the otherwise pale shading. He has a white patch on his chest and one white front paw(left). His tabby stripes become dense around his tail, darkening it to smoke until the bright white tail tip. Two dark blue eyes settle into his face, nearly matching those of his brother. Riverpaw is a feline of boundless energy. He's always on the move, in fact he has trouble keeping himself still and often moves restlessly even in his sleep. Impulsive, ready to jump head first into any situation and give it his all. Failure hits the tom hard and criticism is something he is sensitive to, but he always does his best to bounce back from negativity. His brother is Stonepaw, who he is very close to. He knows he can come off as annoying to other clan-mates and enjoys how his brother is always there for him. He is definitely a bit protective over Stonepaw.{little blu ♥} » Hazelpaw -- // She-cat // -- //8 moons // Her frame long and lithe, the she-cat stands tall and proper, her thin frame coated in a tabby mix of tan and ashy, brown. Her chin, chest, and underbelly, as well as her two front paws are an off-white cream color. Her eyes compliment her face in a pale green hue. This feline is known for her soft voice and gentle nature. A natural hunter due to her thin build and quick-thinking, she excels greatly in high pressure environments. She is easygoing and very friendly, slow to anger and a bit soft spoken. Although a skilled hunter, she is known for being a bit clumsy as well as a bit oblivious. She often zones out, lost in thought and tends to stay to herself. Hazelpaw was born and raised in CedarClan. Her parents are deceased due to the attack of a badger, but she finds herself spending her time alone anyway. She was an only kit, and has no remaining family. {dαιѕy} » Beepaw -- //She-cat// -- //6 moons// Beepaw is a cream tabby she-cat. She is small in stature, with round, soft features. Her fur is long, with her tail being exceptionally fluffy. She has a white chest, muzzle, and paws. Her eyes are wide and green. Beepaw is an enthusiastic young cat. She wants to know and explore everything she can, sometimes putting her nose in things she isn't supposed to. She is optimistic, always looking for the best in situations. Beepaw wants everyone to do the best and feel the best that they can, and she'll look after her clanmates in any way she can. She's always willing to help. Beepaw's father is Lionfang, and her mother was named Brighteyes. Unfortunately, Brighteyes fell ill during Leaf-bare, dying from greencough. This incident brought Beepaw and Lionfang close together, and her father is very protective of her.{highprince}
» Skypaw -- //Nonbinary (She/They)// -- //6 moons// Skypaw is a fluffy, light gray tabby with bright yellow eyes. They are on the small side, with a triangle of a face and a long, dark grey fluff of a tail. They have a light step, their small frame agile and quick. | Skypaw is ambitious and driven, determined to become leader one day. Quiet and calculating, they are a problem-solver and gets frustrated if an obvious solution is passed by. She is sharply intelligent and introverted, oft preferring to work alone; however, her aloof nature and uncertainty in social situations leaves her feeling lonely in the middle of a crowd. | She’s the sibling of Beepaw, kit of Brighteyes and Lionfang. After her mother died from green cough, she threw herself into work and training, focusing on improving her skills to distract herself from the inevitability of death. This has caused her to grow distant from her family emotionally, as the only way she really knows how to show her love is through work, ie spending time together on patrols and training.
{willowflower} QUEENS » Briarleap -- //she-cat// -- //36 moons// Briarleap is a willowy, slender she-cat with long, silky fur. Her coat is a light golden brown, run through with darker tabby markings and lighter fawn speckles. A darker honey color coats her paws and travels up her legs, fading into her tabby stripes. Her face is elegant and tipped with a dusky pink nose and topped with tall, broad ears. Her eyes are a bright emerald green, flecked with lighter shades. She has two scars that intersect on her left hind shoulder. Briarleap is defensive and often shuts others out to protect herself, afraid to get too close and form an attachment. Opening up is hard for her, which makes her come off as apathetic. Inside she is a whirlpool of emotions but she keeps them locked inside pretty tightly. She is fiercely loyal to those she loves and will always put their needs before her own. Briarleap's compassion runs deeper than she'd ever admit and though it makes her more likely to lend a helping paw to those in need, it also makes her more likely to try and see the good in others. Briarleap very traumatically lost her parents and first mentor at the ripe age of 7 moons. She watched them be killed by a cougar as they tried to protect her and her brother, Tornheart, who then was attacked before reinforcements came. She lost three important cats that day and it put Briarleap in the position where she never wanted to get close to another feline again. So she clung to her brother and pushed others away, keeping her distance. She's very early in her pregnancy, probably still doing warrior duties.{little blu ♥} » Frostwatcher -- //She-cat// -- //21 moons// Frost is a lilac mackerel tabby. She is a misty grey color with darker gray tabby stripes across her body, her fur only slightly longer than your average shorthair and a feathery tail. Her eyes are a deep aqua and she has big ears. Frost is a silent molly who doesn't really know when to ask for help. She's determined and fiercely protective of her kits. She doesn't take kindly to pity and will gladly tell you where to shove it. Though, when it comes to the health of her family, she is willing to compromise. Frost was born a kitty-pet who had an unpleasant run-in with a stray tom. Her owners were less than happy and kicked her out onto the streets, not willing to look after the kittens whenever they did come. Frost fled into the woods and fended for herself until her kits arrived. Then, once they were mobile, continued to search for a better place to raise them.
{underthesilverpelt} » Mistydew -- //She-cat// -- //42 moons// Mistydew is a silver tabby with icy blue eyes. She has a thick, fluffy pelt and a thick, fluffy tail, giving her large frame an even larger presence. Her coloring grows darker the further down her body, ending in a black tail. In a couple words, Mistydew is power-hungry, manipulative, and tough. She can be persuasive and passive-aggressive in an attempt to further her own goals or to defend herself. Mistydew is fiercely loyal to her clan and constantly feels the need to show it, sticking steadfast to rules and sticking by her clanmates, distrusting all outsiders. Mistydew never knew her father. Her mother died in childbirth, taking the secret with her. There were rumors that Mistydew was the spawn of a kittypet, which deeply affected her in her drive to work even harder at her warrior duties. She was bitter that she never even made it to deputy status, and now dreams of her kits taking on positions of power in the clan. Mistydew is even more driven to make this dream happen after her mate drowned in the Crashing River. She is heavily pregnant.
{willowflower} Kits » Brackenkit -- //Tom// -- //4 moons// Brackenkit is a reddish-brown tabby tom with a splash of cream fur on his chest. He has striking green eyes and a stocky build, even for a kit. His feathery tail is tipped with cream. Practically since birth, he has been outspoken, energetic, and somewhat rash when making decisions. He’s nearly always getting into trouble, but only because he loves exploring and feels confined to the camp; his dream is to be the best warrior in the Clan - maybe even deputy one day! - but he feels that’s only possible if he gets a headstart. Despite his lively personality, he is extremely protective of his sister, Fallowkit, and will defend any comment against her. Since their mother Wrenflight died when they were only 2 moons old, Brackenkit has felt the need to step up in their family and take care of his sister - particularly since their father, Briartail, tends to avoid them for reasons he doesn’t quite understand. As a result, he often falls into conflict with his father and holds a grudge against Briartail for abandoning him and his sister. Shortly after his mother’s death, Brackenkit ran away from camp, hoping that he would garner some of the attention from his father that he craved. However, upon his return with the search party, Brackenkit discovered that his father had been too overcome with grief for Wrenflight to notice his son’s absence, leaving Brackenkit angrier than ever. Fallowkit had been in great despair thinking that her brother had run away and left her by herself, and realizing that Fallowkit was all he had left, Brackenkit promised never to leave her again.
{fallownose} » Fallowkit -- //She-cat// -- //4 moons// Fallowkit’s soft grey pelt and the white blaze on her nose give her the appearance of a misty cloud. She has white socks on her forepaws and an almost poofy look to her fur, with a round, kind face. The only aspect of her which provides any hint of relation to her brother is the moss-green eye color they share. Unlike Brackenkit, Fallowkit is soft-spoken and a quiet listener. If she never spoke, you wouldn’t notice her presence! She’s quiet and extremely attentive to the conversations around her - meaning she tends to know more of what’s going on around camp than anybody since she typically goes unnoticed. While Brackenkit likes to get himself into trouble, although usually by accident, Fallowkit tries to keep the peace. She’s sensitive to others and cares deeply for those she loves. Her mother, Wrenflight, was killed by a starving coyote which snuck into the nursery during leaf-bare. Fallowkit watched in horror as her mother was killed while protecting her two kits, and the memory has haunted her ever since. Before Wrenflight’s death, Fallowkit was more lively and curious like her brother; but the trauma and nightmares made her retreat deeper into herself. It didn’t help that her father, Briartail, refused to acknowledge his kits after his mate’s death, leaving Fallowkit feeling more alone than ever. She frequently experiences nightmares where she relives the moment of her mother’s death; Brackenkit is the only one who can truly console her.{fallownose} » Owlkit -- //Tom// -- //1 moon// Owlkit is a lilac silver classic tabby and white bicolor. He has his mother's misty grey coat with white, classic tabby stripes, a white face and white paws. His ears are folded in, almost like a still deaf kit, but he can hear perfectly fine. He has his mother's eyes and his legs are short and stumpy, making him the smallest out of his litter. | Owlkit is a bright tom who is awkward around others at first, until he warms up you. And it is not hard to get him warmed up. Things like, sharing a common interest or simply looking interesting might have this boy all over you. Though he normally tends to stick with familiar faces, there are times where he wanders off and gets curious about others, even during his older moons. Owlkit was born to an abandoned kitty pet in a litter of three, being the oldest of the litter. As a kit, he adored spending time with his mother and siblings, though quickly began to wonder about Clan life. There are brief moments when he wonders who his blood father was and why his mother ended up abandoned, but they pass quickly, knowing his mother's reluctance to answer such questions. So, rather than pester about it, he fills up with mind with new questions, which leads him to be out and about very often during the day.
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» Rushkit -- //She-cat// -- //1 moon// blue tortie silver ticked tabby and white bicolor, similar structure to a Caribbean Longhair. Fluffy blue and white fur with tortie patches and a feathered tail. Deep aqua eyes, naturally bigger than her brother Owl. True to her name, Rush has a reckless and headstrong personality, and can be quite pushy with it. She prefers to be in charge, and thinks everything is her business, constantly poking her nose into everything and trying to take control of the situation. Despite this, she cares deeply and passionately for her family, and simply desires to help them by making what she believes are the best decisions. Rush was born to an abandoned kitty pet in a litter of three, being the second oldest of the litter. She has a strong affinity for water.
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» Hailkit -- //Tom// -- //1 moon// Lilac silver mackerel tabby and white bicolor. Fluffy, silver-white fur with misty grey mackerel tabby stripes across his body and a feathered tail. His eyes are a deep aqua and his ears are small and straight. Hail is quiet, preferring to sit and listen than to speak. He likes listening to other cats with his tail curled around his paws and not even a whisker twitch of movement. Other cats may find him strange for how little he speaks, or how he seems to stare at cats for too long. Despite his seeming oddness, Hail is well-meaning, not wanting to stir the pot and cause any trouble. He's rather meek, mainly going on with whatever more headstrong cats, like his sister, want. However, he will hold his ground more firmly if there's a risk of getting into serious trouble Hail was born to an abandoned kitty pet in a litter of three, being the youngest of the litter. His mother is Frost, and his siblings are Owl and Rush.
{highprince}
Elders » Brokentalon -- //tom// -- //107 moons// A scruffy, dusky brown tabby tom with darker brown speckled tabby markings. The fur around his face, muzzle, chest, and paws are starting to turn white due to his age. He's got dark amber eyes that used to be bright, but have since lost their shine. His back leg is bent the wrong way due to it being crushed when he was a warrior, thus causing him to retire early to the elders den. Brokentalon has hints that he used to be a very handsome and muscular tom. Brokentalon is very grumpy and is often cold to others, he's never really gotten over having to retire early from his warrior days and has many regrets because of it that he can't seem to let go. A once brave, caring, and selfless tom now spends his days in the elders den, rarely getting up or talking to anyone that isn't Rainstar or the medicine cat. However, he does have a rather soft spot for kits since he was never able to have a family of his own. His name before the accident was Eagletalon.
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» Deerspirit -- //She-cat// -- //85 moons// Many seasons ago Deerspirit used to be considered one of the most attractive cats in the clan, with her warm brown pelt and creamy belly, her long nimble legs, her gem blue eyes. The multiple shades of brown that flicker up her back used to catch the eye of any cat standards and her short delicate tail was always brushing the spine of what ever lovesick tom that was at her heels. Now Deerspirit's colors have dulled with age and her slender figure had turned from beautiful to worrying. She hasn't not not aged well but her appearance is only a whisper of what it once was. Deerspirit is a sassy cat in the most loving way possible. The type who would call you out whenever you make the smallest mistake but then help them from making it again. The type who would call their leader a furball without hesitation just because their worried about their clan. She may come off as a bit inconsiderate and vain but Deerspirit's heart is always in the right place. Deerspirit always wanted to be a queen. She disliked hunting and battles as an apprentice and longed for the day she would find her dream Tom. Unfortunately that day never came, no matter how hard she forced herself to believe so, she never felt like she was in love. So she decided to pretend. She would suck up to what ever tom had her eyes on her, have kits with him and than say goodbye to whatever petty relationship the two had. Despite the messiness of their birth Deerspirit still loved each and every one of her many kits and continued to be close to them long after they have left the nursery. Only a few green leafs ago she had her last litter and retired to elders den to live out the rest of her days watching her kits make her proud.
{WrymnTime} » Redwood -- //She-cat// -- //56 Moons// Redwood used to be a very pretty molly, she has a white coat with russet red tabby markings only on the top of her head. Her tail is long and feathery, starting out with dark red at the base of her tail before getting lighter towards the tip with the dark fur being reduced to rings around her tail all throughout. Redwood has a sharp, piercing blue gaze. These days her fur is kept tangled and usually matted, only groomed if another cat does it for her. Her claws are sharp and hurt most of the time since she doesn't bother to scratch anything to keep them short. Redwood was a very kind she-cat, having a motherly attitude from a young age. She seemed sweet and care-free, but what lurked beneath was an unhealthy obsession of wanting control. Now, after the betrayal, Redwood is unhinged and unpredictable. There are times where she seems like her old self but that can quickly switch to her lashing out at someone. She rarely talks to anyone, not even Brokentalon when he makes an attempt at conversation. She keeps to the elders den and hisses at anyone that comes near. Redwood was a hopeless romantic, waiting for the right tom to come around and sweep her off her paws. She saw that in a rogue named Nickel and a swift romance soon followed. Soon, the she-cat was expecting and was so happy to be bearing his kits. When they were born she told Nickel but found out he'd also been having a romance with a kittypet, her heart broke and she was left distraught. Soon her kits became ill and she lost Firekit to the sickness, she thought this was Starclan's way of punishing her for having a rogue's kits. Her hatred for Starclan was fueled more when she lost Applepaw to the rivers currents and she swore she'd get her revenge. At this point, Redwood had lost a grip on reality and while it seemed like she was doing better, she was actually getting worse. Moons later she took her son out and ended up maiming his face in a fit of revenge, part of her genuinely thinking he was the tom that betrayed her and caused the death of her kits. She truly thinks that Halfpaw is a bad omen and sent to her as punishment for having a rogue''s kits, she often mistakes him for her past mate, Nickel {R A I N Y}
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 13, 2020 3:02:24 GMT -5
allegiances - outside of clan
rogues » Hazel -- //She-cat// -- //20 moons// Hazel is a coppery brown she-cat with black tabby markings. She has long fur and a fluffy black-tipped tail, and green eyes. Her build is lean with powerful back legs that she uses for jumping after prey. Hazel has a habit of not looking before she leaps, both figuratively and literally. Her often strong opinions have her coming across as blunt or even abrasive, something she tries to suppress with mixed success. She is fairly extroverted and will talk to any cat who can handle her impulsivity. She is consciously trying to form an identity for herself, which usually manifests in passionate opinions on any issue under the sun. Hazel was raised by an older she-cat, Rosemary, who claimed that Hazel's real parents belonged to CedarClan. Although she's skeptical as to whether this is true, when Rosemary died Hazel decided to see the Clan for herself. (~Sapphire~) exiled open
starclan » Pinestar -- //tom// -- //120 moons// -- //Leader// The leader before Rainstar, a used to be handsome brown tabby tom. His last life was spent after a bout of green cough that seemed to circulate the clan. It was due to his old age that the tom could not get over the sickness. As leader, Pinestar was assertive and just, knowing when he had to be serious and when he could be more casual with his clanmates. He was never a selfish cat and there often wasn't much complaint with how the tom lead his clan, but there were others that didn't agree with some of his choices, such as renaming those who had sustained serious injuries. Now that the ex-leader lives amongst the stars he watches over his clan and is now the main messenger when communicating to Rainstar or Sunmask. With his pelt lined with stars, Pinestar looks how he did when he first became leader.
» Brackendust -- //tom// -- //96 moons// -- //Deputy// Brackendust was the deputy before Rainstar was appointed. Unfortunately, he died of his injuries sustained during a clash with a cougar. Brackendust was a dappled white tom with spots of brown fur fanning out his entire body. He was an intense cat, giving out orders when instructed to and throwing himself into the midst of chaos. Brackendust was always a bit selfish, more concerned with making a name for himself and proving that he was the best warrior rather than making sure his clanmates came first. He would've been a fine leader, had he lived long enough to become so, but the clan would have suffered in a few ways. Now that he lives amongst the stars, Brackendust looks like how he did as a young warrior but is often quiet and doesn't involve himself with communicating with the medicine cat or Rainstar at all.
» Cherrynose -- //she-cat// -- //99 moons// -- //elder// Dainty was the perfect word to describe Cherrynose. Her body was small and agile, built for running and crawling into tight spaces. She had a purely tortoiseshell pelt, mainly black with splattering of bright ginger spots and specks. She had a flare of white on her chin, which brought out the dark gray of her nose and the bright amber of her eyes. Cherrynose was never one to back down from an argument or fight, being very forthcoming and even brazen. She was opinionated and loud, never mastering the art of holding her tongue. Her loyalty to her family and clan was undoubted though and she lived out her days living her life to the very fullest. Cherrynose loved Pinestar since she was a silly apprentice and he was a handsome young warrior. She would act out and snark away at him, having no other way to show her affection. When they became mates, her life was almost complete. Their first and only litter of kits made her heart whole. Dappleface is her daughter and Lightdrop is her granddaughter.
» Dustcloud -- //Tom// -- //46 moons// -- //Medicine Cat// Dustcloud was a dusty brown tom, with his muzzle, paws, and tail fading to black. He had white markings on his chin and as a heart shaped mark on his chest. His build was lithe and lanky, with sharp features. Despite being a medicine cat, Dustcloud had this lax and debonair attitude that had both she-cats and toms wanting what they couldn’t have. He found charming other cats fun, though there was one cat he truly fell for, and that was Dappleface. Dustcloud took his work seriously, too, happy to be serving his clan as a medicine cat. He was glad he got to live long enough to see his daughter as a warrior. Dustcloud was killed by a coyote while out looking for herbs on his own.
» Brighteyes -- //She-Cat// -- //38 moons// -- //Queen// Brighteyes was a small, cream she cat with a white chest and underbelly. Her features were soft and round and her fur was long. As a StarClan cat, she appears as she did when she was completely healthy, with stars in her pelt and in her eyes. She always wanted to have fun and explore, bringing cheer with her. She wasn’t the most serious, and was always willing to make jokes. Brighteyes wanted to be there for her kits and watch them grow up, and was more than devastated when greencough took her life. » Viperstream -- //tom// -- //35 moons// -- //warrior// Viperstream was a very lean, athletically built tom with medium length copper hued fur. His head was angular in shape, leaving him with a sharply pointed muzzle and wide green eyes. He had darker reddish flecks down his spine and around the base of his tail. Family was everything to Viperstream. He was hard working and responsible, to the point where some wondered if he knew how to have fun. Though he didn't enjoy much frivolity, he did believe in love and adored his mate and kits. Viperstream was brought into the clan, found abandoned in the middle of a storm. He quickly accumulated to clan life and became quick friends with Fernburst, then Fernpaw. All throughout their apprenticeship, the two grew closer. As warriors, they naturally became mates and pretty quickly prepared to have their first litter of kits. Briarleap and Tornheart were instant loves to the tom and he worked even harder to provide for his family. Then, on a walk one evening, after their kits had been made apprentices, a cougar attacked and he and his mate died protecting their litter. » Fernburst -- //she-cat// -- //35 moons// -- //warrior// The molly was once a honeyed golden she-cat with warm brown tabby stripes. She had decently long fur and a thick, feathery tail. Her eyes were a pale golden in color, which her son inherited from her. Fernburst was a genuinely easygoing she-cat who knew how to laugh and play, unlike her much more serious mate. She was a wonderful mentor and pushed herself to train not only her own apprentices but all the youth. She really had a spark for working with shy, or anxious cats and had a mostly soothing presence within the clan. Fernburst was born and raised in CedarClan. When Viperstream, then Viperpaw, was introduced to the clan, she took it upon herself to show him the ropes and they became fast friends. Friendship blossomed into young love. Fernburst loved kittens and was eager to have her own, so she was overjoyed when Tornheart and Briarleap were born. While taking a walk with her mate, kits, and best friend Slateflare, the group was confronted by a cougar. She, Viperstream, and Slateflare died protecting her beloved children. » Slateflare -- //tom// -- //38 moons// -- //warrior// This tom was large and stocky, built much like the rocks he was named for. A thick coat of fur that was a dull gray, without a hint of any other color on him. His claws were unusually long, much like his body was rather unusually big. He had a pair of dark green eyes that settled into a face that was a bit on the flatter side. | Snarky and definitely short of patience, Slateflare didn't get on with many others in the clan. He had a sharp tongue that he wasn't afraid to use and even sharper claws to back up his words. His intelligence was something of note though, as he was rather clever and came up with solutions to problems in record time. There was a softer part of him that he hid pretty well but it showed around Fernburst, his only true friend within the clan. There were rumors that he even had feelings for her. Slateflare was born into the clan to a mother who had ambition on her mind and a father who wouldn't spare him or his siblings a glance. Rather than spending his life trying desperately to get their attention, he became hardened to the world and acted out. Fernburst was the only feline who seemed to see past all his gruffness and he fell in love. Of course, he knew he could never have her, as she loved Viperstream but he resigned himself to protecting her and later her kits. He even became mentor of Briarleap. He was killed during the same cougar attack that killed Viperstream and Fernburst.
» Beartail -- //tom// -- //49 moons// -- //warrior// Thick, wiry creamy brown fur had covered this tom from head to toe. He had been born without a tail, so he only had a tiny little nub. The warrior was covered in scars from training and even a few fights with some badgers. His eyes were a bright yellow and he had smaller, curved ears. Beartail was a thoughtful tom who often was passionate about his opinions. He was never one to stand by and instead inserted himself directly into situations, often shutting down arguments before they began. StarClan held a special place in his heart and he prayed every morning when he got up and every night before he went to sleep. Beartail was often too mature for his years and enjoyed spending time in the elder's den more than anywhere else in camp. He was brought up by religious parents within the clan. His love for Gingerfoot was often seen as strange, especially since he brought her into the clan, but he wouldn't stand for it. Beartail loved his daughters and was proud of both of them equally. He died of green cough shortly after Brighteyes got her warrior name but before Sunmask became a full medicine cat. » Gingerfoot -- //she-cat// -- //47 moons// -- //warrior// Gingerfoot had always been quick on her feet and was a great huntress, hence her suffix. She was a soft furred flame point she-cat with round features and big blue eyes. Her toes were a darker ginger than the rest of her markings. Independence was a virtue that was severely important to the molly. She wanted to be able to stand on her own four paws and think for herself, make her own decisions. This meant that often times she could be found following the Warrior Code more loosely than her clan mates. Gingerfoot was a fierce mother, one who believed in letting her kits fall, only to help them back up. Gingerfoot wasn't originally apart of the clan, instead she was born to a former kittypet turned loner. She was raised in a barn with her siblings until her mother left them. She learned to fend for herself and wandered around on her own, content with her life. Until she wandered onto CedarClan territory and met Beartail. At first Gingerfoot, then Ginger, was cautious of the clan cat and his strange ways, but then she fell in love with him. After being accepted into the clan, she gave birth to her daughters, Brighteyes and Sunmask. She died of green cough when shortly after watching Brighteye's become a warrior.
» Silverdawn -- //She-cat// -- //23 moons// -- //Queen// She was a very elegant silver coated pure bred egyptian mau feline. Her coat was always sleek and she took great care in it's maintenance, even after leaving her twolegs for clan life. She had bright copper eyes, with a hint of green around the pupils. Naive to the core, Silverdawn believed in the kindness and good in all living creatures. She was truly a gentle and loving creature, who fell deeply in love with a tom who cared little for her in return. There was always a desire to learn burning under her pelt, she always tried her best at all her duties. Though she cared for her twolegs, once she joined the clan, she never looked back. Silverdawn could be a bit ditsy but one couldn't deny her general good nature. The molly was born a kittypet and raised one too, for many seasons. A chance meeting with a few wild cats changed her life however and it took less than a moon for her to join CedarClan. Silverdawn fell in love with a tom named Breezefur, who merely saw her as a fling, nothing more. She died giving birth to his kits, Ashenlight, Birchwind, and Mintpaw. » Mintpaw -- //She-cat// -- //8 moons// -- //Apprentice// Mintpaw was the odd-ball out of her litter, appearing more like her father. Her fur was a soft dove gray that grew darker on her legs and tail with a white patch on her chest. Her eyes were a pretty hazel color, with bright green specks near her pupil. Being the runt, she was certainly the smallest out of her siblings and always the weakest. Mintpaw was a fighter. She wanted to live and be a powerful warrior like her father, more than anything. Her constant state of sickness made this really difficult for her to achieve. Spirited and bright, there wasn't a dull moment with the little gray she-cat around. She was a bundle of positivity, never letting her situation get her down. Mintpaw would have made a great warrior. She was born to Silverdawn and Breezefur, though with her mother dying at birth and her father's abandonment, she grew much closer to her siblings. Her brother and sister meant the world to her and Mintpaw always tried to make them laugh and smile. Unfortunately, one time she got sick the little apprentice didn't get better and she passed away. » Applepaw -- //She-Cat// -- //8 Moons// -- //Apprentice// Applepaw was a lean, pale ginger tabby she-cat. She had bright blue eyes and large, round ears. She had thick fur, with her belly fur nearly down to the ground. She had ginger freckles on her face and back, similar to her brother. In StarClan, she has stars shining in her fur alongside the freckles. Applepaw was adventurous and kind, always looking for the next big mystery to solve or menace to stop. She lived life like everything was some great story, and always had energy. She noticed how her mother always treated her brother differently, and was incredibly close to Halfpaw, always trying to cheer him up or bring him along on her adventures. She always wanted a family of her own, and promised to herself that they'd be closer than her own was - though she never got to fulfill that dream. She watches over Halfpaw from StarClan, wanting the best for him. Applepaw was born to Redwood and Nickel, along with Firekit and Halfpaw. She dragged her brother out to play with her, despite his protests, but slipped and fell. She was carried away by the river, and all she knows is that she slipped into StarClan at some point. Witnessing what her mother did absolutely horrified her, and even if she's dead, she wants justice for Halfpaw. » Dappleface -- //She-cat// -- //Warrior// With a smaller, more lean form she wasn't built for fighting, more hunting and tracking. Her pelt was completely tortoiseshell, aside from her face, which was split in half, one side being soft ginger and the other being black. She had narrow green eyes that accent her wide face, which is a bit on the flatter side. Dappleface was a mother, through and through. She had a loving nature and she often felt the need to nurture everyone around her. Dappleface was the daughter of Pinestar and his mate Cherrynose. She used to be close to her parents before they passed away. She was very quiet about her former mate, Dustcloud, unwilling to mention who he was or if he was apart of the clan. Her one joy that came out of that situation was Lightdrop. Dappleface died due to a snake bite after a rattlesnake attacked apprentices at the Four Trees. She passed from the poison in the bite but was surrounded by her clanmates before being claimed by Starclan. dark forest cats Not accepting atm
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 13, 2020 15:43:18 GMT -5
relationships mates Mudrush and Birdsong Daycreek and Briarleap Birchwind and Stormpool
crushes Tornheart has a crush on Willowshine Willowshine has a crush on Tornheart Halfpaw has a crush on Stonepaw
Familial
Pinestar x Cherrynose = Dappleface Mudrush x Birdsong = Rainstar and Willowshine Louis x Ripplecreek = Stormpool and //Smokefeather♂️// //Breezefur♂️// x Silverdawn = Birchwind, Ashenlight, and Mintpaw
Viperstream x Fernburst = Briarileap and Tornheart ? x Coldfern = Nightblaze and Dovespots
Beartail x Gingerfoot = Sunmask and Brighteyes*open for siblings
Dustcloud x Dappleface = Lightdrop ? x Dawntail = Foxtongue, Badgerpaw, and Tallpaw ? x ? = Tallbird Dockface x Deerspirit = Daycreek*open for siblings
? x ? = Graystorm and //Sleetwhisker♂️// ? x ? = Deerglow ? x ? = Coppertail*open for 2 siblings Nickel x Redwood = Halfpaw, Applepaw, and Firekit Birchwind x Stormpool = Stonepaw and Riverpaw
? x ? = Hazelpaw Lionfang x Brighteyes = Beepaw and Skypaw Thorntail x Wrenflight = Brackenkit and Fallowkit ? x Frostwatcher = Owlkit, Rushkit, and Hailkit
Mentors & Apprentices Rainstar mentors Riverpaw Amberwing mentors Beepaw Nightblaze mentors Stonepaw Daycreek mentors Skypaw Mudrush mentors Halfpaw**formerly mentored by Mistydew
Key She-cat Tom Nonbinary
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Ex-Clan Member/Rogue/Loner *members may make a family member for that character //claimable characters⚤//
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mods 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓎🌧 - Rainstar, Willowshine, Darkfang, Redwood, Ashenlight, Tallbird, Stonepaw, Brokentalon
members @nettles - Nettlefang, Amberwing
little blu ♥ - Sunmask, Nightblaze, Briarleap, Riverpaw
highprince - Lionfang, Lightdrop, Halfpaw, Beepaw
WyrmTime - Foxtongue, Dovespots, Deerspirit
underthesilverpelt - Coppertail, Deerglow, Frostwatcher, Owlkit
willowflower - Mudrush, Tornheart, Mistydew, Skypaw
@fallownose - Fallowkit, Brackenkit
~Sapphire~ - Thorntail, Hazel
dαιѕy - Graystorm, Hazelpaw
News July 11, 2020 - Dappleface dies due to injuries retained from a snake attack at the Four Trees
current plot line(s)rainy season Newleaf brings back prey and plant growth, but it also brings back rain. The river has been getting higher and higher and there's threat of a potential flood. Every cat is to be on river watch when going out on border patrol while cats back at camp must do everything they can to keep the walls sturdy is case of a possible flood. Too much rain also floods the plants and drowns herbs growing in the area making the herb stock quite low around this time.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2020 19:10:01 GMT -5
Nettlefang -- //Agender (He/Him)// -- //23 Moons// Nettlefang is a calico cat with a fairly muddled-looking pelt, with white splotching only on his toes and chest, and a half black and half ginger face. He has unusually long, sharp fangs that poke out even when his mouth is closed and green eyes. His body is built long and lean, with slender limbs and whip-like tail. His fur is much sleeker than his sister's. | Nettlefang has a quiet, almost emotionless demeanor to him, but this careful neutrality is often betrayed by his very short fuse. When he loses his temper, he becomes loud and active, though moons of experience have helped him rein in any violence. He is incredibly dedicated to his clanmates, often hiding sickness to continue aiding the clan, much to the annoyance of his sister. | Nettlefang is Amberwing's sibling, and the two have a close familial bond, often hanging out around each other, even from a young age. The two have had a rather extraordinary life, with their kithood and apprenticeship going as expected. | Of the two siblings, Nettlefang is the superior hunter. {@nettles } Amberwing-- //She-Cat// -- //23 Moons// Amberwing is a short, broad-shouldered she-cat, remarkably sturdy looking, if not a bit chunky. She has rather thick and fluffy fur that she has to groom often. Her pelt is tortoiseshell, though it looks far less muddled than her sibling's, and she has large amber eyes that give her a somewhat owl-ish look. | Amberwing has a gentle sweetness to her that feels far more befitting of a medicine cat than a warrior. She speaks in bright, energetic tones and finds it easy to get along with many cats due to her high level of tolerance for her more abrasive clanmates. However, this comes at the cost of her often bottling up any aggravation she feels until it bursts out, as she usually doesn't want to trouble her friends with her anger. | As Nettlefang's sister, she's often seen it as her duty to keep his temper from flaring up, and stuck to it all throughout their kithood and apprenticeship. However, she seeks to eventually settle down and start a relationship, something she finds difficult with her easily-jealous sibling always hanging around. | Of the two siblings, Amberwing is the superior fighter. She is rather clumsy while hunting. {@nettles } ( 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 im assuming nb characters are allowed since you have nonbinary as an option on the relationships section)
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 13, 2020 19:24:58 GMT -5
( 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓎🌧 im assuming nb characters are allowed since you have nonbinary as an option on the relationships section) (yes! I'm planning on adding a rule about that, I think I'd meant to but it completely slipped my mind. Your cats look great, I'll add them right away!)
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 14, 2020 17:06:07 GMT -5
Riverpaw -- //tom// -- //9 moons// -- //Apprentice// A lanky, thin silver furred tom with long legs and rather large paws. His face is angular and accents his tall ears and pale pink nose. Dark black tabby markings streak across his pelt, disrupting the otherwise pale shading. He has a white patch on his chest and one white front paw(left). His tabby stripes become dense around his tail, darkening it to smoke until the bright white tail tip. Two dark blue eyes settle into his face, nearly matching those of his brother. | Riverpaw is a feline of boundless energy. He's always on the move, in fact he has trouble keeping himself still and often moves restlessly even in his sleep. Impulsive, ready to jump head first into any situation and give it his all. Failure hits the tom hard and criticism is something he is sensitive to, but he always does his best to bounce back from negativity. | His brother is Stonepaw, who he is very close to. He knows he can come off as annoying to other clan-mates and enjoys how his brother is always there for him. He is definitely a bit protective over Stonepaw. | I can change his family history if it's not okay! {little blu ♥}
Sunmask -- //she-cat// -- //40 moons// -- //medicine cat// Small, delicate boned feline with rounded ears and bright white whiskers. Her fur is a pale cream color with soft flame point markings on her face, ears, paws, and tail. Her eyes are a pale, icy blue set gently into her round face. Her right ear has a nick in it from an accident when she was a young apprentice. | Sunmask is an open-minded she-cat with strong morals. She will always do what she feels in her gut is correct or right for herself and the clan, even if she has been ordered/told that the opposite is true. Rules in her opinion are more guidelines anyway, there to offer structure but not to be followed religiously. Sunmask is a friendly cat who gets along with most of her clan-mates and is very good at listening, often offering to be there for those who need some advice or even just an ear to rant to. | Her mother and father, Gingerfoot and Beartail, were loving parents who doted on their kits but taught them the importance of learning to be an individual. When they died, Sunmask was devastated, especially since they both died of an extreme bout of green cough during her apprenticeship. She'd never felt more helpless. She still feels guilt over their deaths. | She is open to siblings! c: {little blu ♥}
Briarleap -- //she-cat// -- //36 moons// -- //queen// Briarleap is a willowy, slender she-cat with long, silky fur. Her coat is a light golden brown, run through with darker tabby markings and lighter fawn speckles. A darker honey color coats her paws and travels up her legs, fading into her tabby stripes. Her face is elegant and tipped with a dusky pink nose and topped with tall, broad ears. Her eyes are a bright emerald green, flecked with lighter shades. She has two scars that intersect on her left hind shoulder. | Briarleap is defensive and often shuts others out to protect herself, afraid to get too close and form an attachment. Opening up is hard for her, which makes her come off as apathetic. Inside she is a whirlpool of emotions but she keeps them locked inside pretty tightly. She is fiercely loyal to those she loves and will always put their needs before her own. Briarleap's compassion runs deeper than she'd ever admit and though it makes her more likely to lend a helping paw to those in need, it also makes her more likely to try and see the good in others. | Briarleap very traumatically lost her parents and first mentor at the ripe age of 7 moons. She watched them be killed by a cougar as they tried to protect her and her brother, Tornheart, who then was attacked before reinforcements came. She lost three important cats that day and it put Briarleap in the position where she never wanted to get close to another feline again. So she clung to her brother and pushed others away, keeping her distance. | Tornheart, her brother is claimable. His original name was Goldenpaw until the attack, where he sustained quite a bit of damage, hence the Torn prefix. Her mate is available to be made/claimed, someone who got her to open up to them and let them into her heart. She's very early in her pregnancy, probably still doing warrior duties. {little blu ♥}
Nightblaze -- //tom// -- //24 moons// -- //warrior// A pitch black tom with thick fur and a fluffy, plumed tail. There is a white blaze that goes from his nose, between his eyes, to the middle of his forehead. Those eyes of his are a warm, buttery amber, wide and round in his strong face. He has a muscular, long body built from full days practicing battle tactics. His paws and hind-legs are large and make for great climbing and powerful blows. | Nightblaze is an assertive tom, unafraid to make his opinions known. He isn't one to back down from authority and thrives under pressure where most would flounder. His confidence makes him intimidating to approach but in social situations he is charming and even humorous. Nightblaze walks the fine line of arrogance and tends to think highly of both himself and his clan. | His father is Darkfang, who had to raise him alone after his mother abandoned the clan. He was too young, barely weaned from her milk, so he doesn't remember anything about his mother, though he knows her name was Coldfern. His was a young warrior but he always made time for Nightblaze, giving them a wonderful, loving relationship. Still to this day, Darkfang is the only feline Nightblaze trusts with everything. | Darkfang is claimable, he's 49 moons, since he was young when he had Nightblaze. {little blu ♥}
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Post by highprince on May 14, 2020 19:09:27 GMT -5
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢Beepaw -- //She-Cat// -- //6 Moons// -- //Apprentice// Beepaw is a cream tabby she-cat. She is small in stature, with round, soft features. Her fur is long, with her tail being exceptionally fluffy. She has a white chest, muzzle, and paws. Her eyes are wide and green. | Beepaw is an enthusiastic young cat. She wants to know and explore everything she can, sometimes putting her nose in things she isn't supposed to. She is optimistic, always looking for the best in situations. Beepaw wants everyone to do the best and feel the best that they can, and she'll look after her clanmates in any way she can. She's always willing to help. | Beepaw's father is Lionfang, and her mother was named Brighteyes. Unfortunately, Brighteyes fell ill during Leaf-bare, dying from greencough. This incident brought Beepaw and Lionfang close together, and her father is very protective of her. | Open for siblings! {highprince}
Lionfang -- //Tom// -- //45 Moons// -- //Deputy// Lionfang is an imposing looking cat. He is a large silver tabby with broad shoulders and thick fur. He has several scars, the most notable stretching from under one of his eyes and across his muzzle. His eyes, unlike his daughter's, are amber and narrow. | Lionfang takes his duties very seriously. He cares a lot for his clan, and the cats in it, always striving to do the best he can for them. However, losing his mate impacted him heavily. Since her recent death, he has become more shut off from his clanmates. Despite this, he still wants to seem open in case any cat needs someone to talk to. He has a soft spot for kits and apprentices, and will fight for any of them if he thinks they're in danger. | Lionfang had a fairly normal kithood and apprenticehood, surprised to become deputy even if others told him it wasn't shocking. He and Brighteyes had seemed destined to be together since they had shared the apprentice's den, and as many predicted, they did. Lionfang was completely torn apart by her death, feeling lost without his mate. | Open for kits or siblings {highprince}
Lightdrop -- //She-Cat// -- //26 Moons// -- //Warrior//
Lightdrop is a lean tortoiseshell and white she-cat. She has long legs and a long, thin tail. Her fur is short and wiry. Her face is pointed, and her blue eyes are narrow. Her ginger spots cover most of her body, with her also having a white chest and underbelly. | Lightdrop is a charismatic young warrior. While not the best fighter or hunter, she knows her way with words. It is her firm belief that she can get what she want without violence. When she must fight, she prefers stealth over rushing into battle, creeping through the undergrowth. She has to been known to sneak up on her clanmates in order to scare them. While she may seem aloof, she really does like to have fun with her clanmates. | Lightdrop was born to Dappleface, who refused to tell who her kit's father was. Growing up, Lightdrop was never curious about who he was, believing him to be some loner she didn't need to waste time on. Her mother recommended her to try pursuing becoming a medicine cat, because of her distaste for fighting, but she went against those wishes and followed the path of a warrior instead. | Her mother, Dappleface, is 52 moons old and claimable. {highprince}
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 14, 2020 20:41:30 GMT -5
Rainstar sat perched just outside the entrance of her den, the shadow of the tree roots just above her caused some parts of her fur to be shaded and others not. The bits of sun felt nice on her long, blue fur. Her shinning green eyes scanned the clearing of the camp and she gazed proudly at the sight of her clan. They were in New Leaf and she couldn't be happier for the harsh cold to be over. However, just as she was thankful for the warmer season, she was fearful for what the rain would bring. It'd been many seasons since the river had flooded badly, and she feared this may be the season it finally reaches camp. Every night she prayed to Starclan to send her a sign if the river would be dangerous this New Leaf and so far there has only been silence. A brief moment of worry passed through her expression as she became lost in thought, fretting over the waters and scheming about what to do, where they might go if their camp were to be invaded with the flood. Maybe she'd have a talk with Sunmask later today to see if the medicine cat has heard anything.
Willowshine had just dropped a plump starling into the fresh-kill pile as she gazed up and found her sister brooding just outside of the fallen tree trunk she calls a den. A sigh leaves the smaller she-cat as she begins to fret over her sister. Ever since the she-cat had become leader a few seasons ago, so much more stress has been handed into her paws and Willowshine wished more than anything that she could take some of that weight. She knew it wasn't possible, but she would be damned if she didn't find a way. Finally tearing her gaze away from Rainstar, Willowshine padded towards the warriors den and settled down near the entrance. Deciding to unwind from her little hunting trip, the fluffy she-cat curled up and began to groom the dirt from her pelt, chuckling to herself when she found bits of moss stuck to her fur. Maybe Sunmask might be able to do something with the little bits, she thought herself.
Stonepaw stretched in his nest, groaning as he twists his spine and reaches forward with his large paws. The young tom had just woken up a little later than he should've, but it was only late in the morning and there weren't any duties he needed to get done as far as he knew. Smacking his lips together while blinking the sleep from his eyes, the silver apprentice sat up and glanced around the den to see if anyone else had decided to sleep-in. Stonepaw's ear twitched and he began to wonder where his brother was, wondering if Riverpaw was out training with Rainstar at the moment. A frown settles on his muzzle as he thinks about how his brother gets to be trained by their leader. It was rare for Stonepaw to be jealous of his brother, but he coudln't deny that he was a bit envious that Riverpaw was training under Rainstar. He quickly shakes the thought from his head, trying to be appreciative of his own mentor, though he did find Nightblaze a bit intimidating at times.
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Post by highprince on May 14, 2020 20:58:34 GMT -5
((I really hope this doesn't come across as rude, but would it be possible to change Lightdrop and Beepaw being a mentor/apprentice duo? Those pairs tend to be more fun with another person than having both cats be your own, y'know?))
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on May 14, 2020 21:01:47 GMT -5
((I really hope this doesn't come across as rude, but would it be possible to change Lightdrop and Beepaw being a mentor/apprentice duo? Those pairs tend to be more fun with another person than having both cats be your own, y'know?)) (ohmygosh no you’re so right! It completely slipped my mind that those were both your characters, that’s totally my bad thank you so much for pointing that out! I’ll change her mentor to Amberwing)
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Post by highprince on May 14, 2020 21:22:58 GMT -5
((Thanks! ^^))
Beepaw awoke from her sleep later than an apprentice probably should, still not quite used to the new routine. She stretched herself out, digging her claws into the bedding of her nest and yawning. Once she had blinked the sleep from her eyes, she looked around, taking in the den. It was much different from the nursery. Beepaw found all the changes that came with her apprenticeship fascinating, no matter how mundane they were. She was excited to be able to get out with Amberwing later, and hopefully explore. Looking around the den, she saw Stonepaw, who also seemed to just be waking up. "Oh, hello!" The young apprentice greeted, as if they hadn't just been sleeping in the same den.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2020 21:24:45 GMT -5
Amberwing - w/ Willowshine - 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢"Willowshine!" Amberwing poked her head out of the warriors den when she scented the she-cat outside. She had been stretching herself awake, after waking up to find Nettlefang had already slipped out of the den. Her ears drooped a bit when she saw the bits of moss and dust on her clanmate's fur, realizing she had already been out hunting. Well, there went a potential hunting partner. Amberwing shook her head. She had nobody to blame but herself for getting up late. Instead, she padded fully out of the den, giving her ruffled fur a few quick licks before returning her gaze to her clanmate. "Did you have any luck?" She smiled brightly, tilting her head. She herself had been having trouble hunting lately, with the rising waters from the river, paired with her natural clumsiness.
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 15, 2020 12:06:34 GMT -5
Sunmask // in camp Oh, mousedung, the small medicine cat let out a huff of annoyance. Snowy white whiskers brushed the shelves in her den as she sniffed at the meager herbs that lined them. Her stores were scarce after the rough Leafbare they'd just gotten over and she hadn't had the time on her paws to get out and collect more herbs that they desperately needed at this point. Taking a moment to take a few deep breaths, she cast a wary glance sky-ward. Due to her occupation, she was a spiritual cat but sometimes she really wished the starry felines would be more talkative. She'd have to ask Lionfang if she could borrow a few warriors for some gathering later. With a nod to herself, the flame point molly turned and trotted out of her den, settling just beside the entrance.
Nightblaze // in camp The tom had already gone out on a bit of a hunting expedition, having been bored early this morning. He had brought back a robin and two mice. He would have brought back a swallow but he had landed his pounce wrong and went tumbling down a small hill. Now his pelt was mixed with small twigs and moss. He sat beside the fresh-kill pile, off to one side. Nightblaze growled as he tugged at the tangled mess, mentally cursing StarClan and his ancestors for giving him this long fur. His tail was fluffed up in irritation, stirring up dust behind him it flicked back and forth. "Oh for the love of-" he snarled, cutting himself off and quieting down as he realized he was talking to himself. He finally managed to get the moss out, taking a large clump of fur with it. Disgust scrunched up his face as he smoothed down his sore shoulder.
Briarleap // in camp Another night of tossing and turning for Briarleap. The golden tabby let her tired eyes fall open, peering around the Warriors Den. The familiar scents of her clan-mates, along with the soothing sounds of their breaths helped to calm her racing heart. Soon she'd have to leave this all behind in favor for the empty nursery. A fresh wave of anxiety coursed through her but she tried to push it down. Her nest was right next to Tornheart's, as it always had been. She cast a glance to her left and felt her skin heat beneath her fur. If you'd told her moons ago that she would have ended up with a mate, Briarleap would have laughed away the silly idea. Now she was pregnant with kits. These were big changes that she was barely ready to handle. The quiet molly shoved to her paws, careful not to wake her brother or mate, and slipped outside the den, casting a cursory glance around camp.
Riverpaw // in camp // with Stonepaw (𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 ) Having woken up rolled into his brother's nest, covered in moss from all his nighttime movement, Riverpaw had made a quick escape of the Apprentices Den. He'd started to pick the moss out of his fur, often wiggling in the grass to try and aid him, which ended up ruffling his fur even more. The silver tabby had long since given up, practicing his pouncing in the late morning light. The warm, comforting scent of Stonepaw washed over him and he turned his head to watch the other tom slide out of their den. He couldn't help a chuckle, amused that his brother had managed to sleep in late. His haunches, which were already up in the air, wiggled as he prepared to launch. With a "fierce" howl Riverpaw leaped at his brother, landing squarely on the slightly taller tom's shoulders. "Gotcha, Stonepaw!" he crowed, tail swaying happily as he flashed a cheerful grin.
( Sorry for the late starters! c: )
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Post by little blu ♥ on May 15, 2020 12:42:47 GMT -5
( That would be really great, thanks Rain! ^^ )
Riverpaw // in camp // with Stonepaw [𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 ] The loud rumble of his brother's purr was music to Riverpaw's ears and he responded with his own affectionate purr, choked almost immediately by the dramatic 'oof' he gave when Stonepaw's large paw connected with his face. The skinny silver tom slipped off his litter mate, scrambling catch his footing and lifting his single white paw to rub at his cheek. "You wound me," he huffed, though there was laughter in his deep blue eyes. The energetic apprentice mirrored his brother, dropping into his own crouch. "For a little while. You were snoring loud enough to wake Brokentalon when I left," Riverpaw teased, swiping a paw at his brother when he was distracted by Nightblaze.
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