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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 12:28:47 GMT -5
Introduction. When stars rain from the skies, there will be no hiding from the darkness that ensues. But the brave might just be able to fight it. But it will quickly become apparent that it wasn't tragedy that sparked this darkness, instead it has been lingering in our hearts for longer than most could imagine. RavineClan have always been the isolated type, close knit but cold, observant but from afar. That is the way we have always lived our lives, but our lives have been happy ones. However, to some the peace we know is boring. The desperation to keep it that way insidious, keeping the clan back from achieving the glory it so deserve, but those dissenters are silent. Yet when tragedy strikes, and the dark gives them that opportunity to claim their utmost desires. The cats we knew as friends, siblings and lovers will show their true colours. Our darkest nightmares and most horrific fears are about to become our reality. And whilst a few cats might be able to save us, they must first survive the night. Rules. Forum Rules. Please remember the forum rules are there for a reason, and are to be followed at all times. If ever uncertain, peruse the following thread or ask one of us! Most of us are lovely and will answer any questions you might have!
Activity. Things are all a bit weird now, I'm very aware. So I understand if you need to be absent for prolonged periods of times. All I ask is that if you do need to be, you try and let me know before hand.
Literacy. .In order to join this clan I do ask that you be capable of reaching a minimum of 6 lines worth of roleplay per cat roleplayed. Occasionally under is fine, but otherwise unfortunately this isn't going to be the clan for you, and best of luck elsewhere.
Plagiarism. Rarely an issue but occurs enough to me that I need to mention it. Do not steal anything from this thread which is not your own, all of us work hard on the stuff we make and that is just an absolute no no, and a one way ticket to being reported to the mods.
Joining. On initial joining it is asked that you please do so with at least two characters, one of each gender. There is no limit, but I do ask that you restrain yourself to one apprentice per every two cats of other ranks you make. The password is Meteor Shower.
Characters and Roleplaying. For the purposes of plot, unless you absolutely under no circumstances do not want to roleplay an evil cat, I ask that for every three good cats you have, you have one evil cat. It doesn't make sense for the plot if there's eighteen good cats and three bad ones. Otherwise have fun with your characters, but no Mary-Sue's please, and be fairly realistic.
Bloodlines. Not mandatory, but can fun if you are interested. See if you can create bloodlines between your cats and existing members cats. My one request is that you don't do so with your own characters, unless its parent/kit.
Drama. I don't come to the forums for everything to be mundane, thus you are welcome to implement plots where you wish. All I ask is that you don't disrupt main plots, i.e. don't kill off a key character for giggles, and involve as many others as you can!
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Joining Form. Cat's Image. Character's Name. Description of your cat, inclusive of appearance and personality, and please try to make it at least six lines long. @scrreenname. Rank. Relationships. Anything Else.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 12:50:55 GMT -5
About the Clan. For a fairly cold clan to outsiders, the cats inside of it are surprisingly diverse. The varied nature of our territory, from the open flats of the local moors to the confines of the forest and rocky hills, no single body build is perfect for the cats living here, meaning anyone from the tiny, to the massive, to the middling are able to find somewhere where they can fit in and utilise their natural abilities. One of the more uniform natures of our clan is the thickness of our coats, the often cold home of ours make a fair amount of fluff a fairly essential aspect unless you fancy living your days shivering constantly. In terms of colour, the dark greens and browns of our homes offer an advantage to the darker coated cats, but it isn't unheard of to find paler shades in our ranks. Generally we tend to have some degree of musculature, though everything in between and otherwise seems to have made its home within our ranks. As previously mentioned, the clan isn't a particularly open one. In terms of one another we tend to be very close knit, but that in turn makes us very protective of anyone who might ruin our peace. Bravery and good natures litter the clan in terms of how we treat one another, but an outsider had best keep their distance if they intend on keeping their ears fairly in tact. Territory. Ash Cliffs.
Whilst not strictly within our territory's range, the ash cliffs refers to the lands on the other side of the ravines to the lands our clan resides on. Named for the thick ash trees lacing its lands, no cat has actually ventured there so that sight is the only name we have to go off of. Whilst it would be possible to reach, one would either need to sprout a pair of wings, or have a lot of free time on their paws. For going the long way around is a long and fairly treacherous journey, and whilst the journey across is much quicker, it does involve quite a large drop. Birds of prey have been known to nest in the rocks bellow the Ash Cliffs, but they rarely bother the clan, unless in the midst of a particularly tricky leafbare. Otherwise to our fortune, the lands beyond the ravine appear to have fairly plentiful prey. Blossom Grove.
Our border to the north takes the form of a small cherry blossom grove mingling and then dominating the sycamore trees of our usual forest. It eventually tapering into the masses of moorland surrounding our territory from this direction. The foliage is lighter here, allowing the sunlight to filter in and thus is a rather pretty place to travel to. The occasional rabbit wanders into the grasses of this area for shelter, though that's unusual, but more regular forms of prey are the birds taking nest in the branches, as well as the squirrels which are fairly common in the area. A massive, quite ancient blossom tree can be found in the area, the fortitude of its branches offer a great place for youngsters to practice their climbing skills. Its massive roots also offer a great hiding place, should the need arise.
Frozen Creek.
A forewarning that leafbare isn't too far away, this little creek is often the first part of our territory to freeze when the slightest cold hits it. Usually within a day or two the first snow follows, natures little way of warning us to stay in our nests a little longer. The creek itself is no more than a foxlength in width for the most part, and narrows even further depending where you are, so is quite easy to leap across given enough effort. Its shallow nature also makes it a prime spot for those willing to attempt a fishing mission, but the cats of our clan are largely averse to swimming, so that tends to be a rarity. It is an offshoot of the Wandering River, and as it gets closer a handful of rapids form, so some caution would be advised on how far you get dragged downstream. But there are plenty of places to get out before the more dangerous parts, unless you're being silly.
Jagged Cascades.
Where an inlet of the wandernig river meets the ravines, it tumbles down the rocks forming a fairly beautiful set of cascades to regard. Ending in a fairly small stream at the foot of the ravines. In the rocks behind where the water falls there is a large cavern, the corridors of which lead out into the territory a few foxlengths, and this permits us entrance to camp. Whilst a little convoluted, it means finding camp is almost impossible unless you know exactly where you're going, or you've had the chance to study the landscape long enough to realise where the path leads. But by then the clan will likely have chased you from the territory, with a firm reminder of why it wouldn't be a great idea to attempt to come back. The waters pool on the rocks, which is how the clan gets its drinking water.
Moon Hollow.
Quite central to the territory, the trees open up into a rather large and fairly beautiful meadow, here when the night is clear and the cats are present, one can get a great view of the full moon. Though that is not the only reason for why the clan gave this meadow its name. At the heart of the meadow is a small pond, rather unassuming to look at, even the ducks find it uninteresting as it is free of almost all forms of life. But on nights of the full moon, when the moonlight hits the waters this becomes our main connection with StarClan, making the meadow itself a very important landmark for the clan, and hunting here on days or nights of the full moon is looked down upon, for fear of sullying the grounds enough that the stars don't wish to communicate with us for a while. Largely a old queen's tale, but most cats stick to the tradition all the same.
Survivor's Oak.
A perfect reminder that with enough effort, you can survive regardless of the circumstances may throw at you. The survivor's oak is a large oak tree, otherwise unassuming aside from a couple of things. Namely that it is situated on the smallest nook possible, a good twenty fox lengths down the ravines walls. None of us have ever seen it in person, for doing so would likely involve a great deal of injuries and or death. But it is visible even from all the way up on our side of the ravines. A pawful of stupider cats, mostly apprentices have attempted to scale the ravine walls to get closer, but fortunately they've all been caught before they have managed to get themselves killed in the attempt. Though no matter how they are warned, it seems the youngsters are still wanting to be the first to attempt it and succeed, whilst surviving to tell the tale. The Ravine.
Where the clan gets its name from, unless there is another somewhere or other that no one has found yet. It is massive, at least twenty metres in width and no body's dared to find out just how deep. From our vantage point on the top, we can just about see the stream that the Jagged Cascades create, but otherwise it seems more or less impossible to tell. For scaling its walls is practically impossible from our side, and no one has attempted the trek to the Ash Cliffs in order to find out. The ravine is fairly green with foliage, thickets, trees and bushes lining the walls almost as far as you can see, and birds make their nests in the rocks, though not the birds of prey that seem to prefer the other side to us. The way down is uneven and rocky, and even the surest footed cats would be nervous attempting it. Wandering River.
A great curving river carves through the land to the east of our forests, to such an extent it looks like a cat who has yet to make up its mind on the direction it wants to go in. The current is fast and the torrents are strong, that accompanied by how wide the river is makes crossing it via a swim almost impossble. Fortunately that's rarely necessitated, for at one point there is a set of stepping stones, that unless the waters are high provide a fairly safe means of crossing the river. Otherwise travelling south a fair distance will bring you to a two leg bridge, made of stone and sturdy, that offers the best chances at crossing safely during poor weather. But getting to the other side is almost never necessary, for the lands between the ravines and the river is more than plentiful for the clans needs. Though there are some who disagree...
Camp. Following the path that the caverns behind the jagged cascades will lead you too, a short way up that path and you will find a small cave, unassuming unless you know what you're looking for. Pushing through that and you will find the great cavern which is home to RavineClan's camp. Leader's Den.
A small ridge of stone marks the wall at the back of the camp cavern, close to the ceiling, a well placed rock against the left wall creates something in the way of privacy. Though there's only enough room for a couple of cats at once.
Medicine Den.
Tucked between two great boulders tilted against one another, it provides a comfortable and surprisingly spacious den for the medicine cat and apprentice to enjoy, as well as their patients.
Warrior's Den.
An offshoot to the cavern provides the great cave in which the clan's warriors make their nests, it is massive in short, and littered across several levels meaning there is more than enough room to expand should the need arise. Apprentice Den.
Fairly similar to the layout of the warriors den, only to a smaller degree and on a single level, this den is fairly close to the entrance, which provides ample access to the moss growing on the walls outside camp.
Nursery.
Dug into the floor of camp itself, fairly shallow but more than enough space for a couple of queens at a time, the den is central to camp and well fortified for the mischievous kits living in its confines. Elder's Den.
Etched into the walls of the eastern side of camp is the elder's den, rocky outcroppings provide shelter, and nearby boulders provide privacy. Rather than single nests the floors are simply covered in moss to create a soft home for our elderly.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 15:59:02 GMT -5
Leader. Stormstar.
The type of tom you can look at and thank the stars that he fights for your side, Stormstar to put it short is a massive tom. Well made and muscular, though what he lacks in speed he makes up for in pure strength, but most would consider themselves fortunate that he is not a battle hungry warrior. Marking his frame is the thick coat quite common amid his clan, plumed and long, well built for the harshest of winters, though he can occasionally suffer when the weather gets infuriatingly hot. His coat is a pale shade of silver grey, rendered patchy with splashes of dark grey and black that wrap his frame. He lacks a tail, an injury as a youngster gave him injuries to it that can't be saved, and as a result he isn't the best climber for he lacks the balance necessary, however, he wont let you know that. His eyes are a dark, fiery amber shade, flecked with paler shades of gold the closer to the iris you care to look. You would be forgiven for assuming that this tom cat recieved his position through fangs alone, and he would likely have been fairly successful if he had decided that was the route he wished to pursue. Fortunately, he earned his rank through hard work and his reputation. Strategic, firm and careful, he is good at thinking ahead and considering all the possibilities, the definition of a tom who thinks before he steps. He has no problem with escalating into a fight where the need arises, but prefers to keep things peaceful where possible, but more than understands that the peaceful route isn't always possible, nor the best choice. But his good heart, level head and thoughtful nature make him a kind friend, and thus far a great leader.
Deputy. Softwhisper.
True to his name, Softwhisper has a soft and fluffy pelt of white, with darker patches upon his face, ears, and paws. He is on the smaller side, a gentle floof of a feline. His eyes are of an emerald green. Softwhisper has a very quiet step, so silent of a shadow that usually one won’t register him right behind them until he speaks. This cat has a gentle demeanor, soft-spoken with a sweet smile that, by all accounts, should speak to a kind and gentle cat. And while he is quite gentle, he is anything but kind. His mew may be soothing, just a little too soothing to realize the dark intent behind his words before it’s too late. His work is insidious, planting ideas in cats’ heads and using his trustworthy nature to appeal to their values and ambitions, able to twist even the most horrific acts into ones with honorable intentions. He has no qualms throwing a cat off a ravine, or holding their head under water for a little too long, all with a soft smile and calling it mercy. As a deputy, he is efficient, organized, and well-respected. His philosophy is one of perfection, weeding out the “weak” of the clan to build one of pure efficient survival and expansion. His methods are that of gentle brutality. Needing help is an admission of weakness. Success is essential - he especially holds himself to extreme standards. It’s these standards, first set upon him by a cruel mother and then built upon by himself, that he applies to other cats. He especially condemns failure; when his mother was killed by the illness, he condemned the failure of the medicine cat; when his father was killed by a fox, he condemned the failure of the warriors that were with him; when his baby sibling was stolen by a hawk when they were just kits, he condemned the failure of his mother, his clanmates, and himself to protect them. Love is a cruel mistress, and Softwhisper serves her revenge on a platter left very, very cold. Medicine Cat. Whisperwing.
A tom made up of mostly creamy white fur he likes to keep nice and groomed, Whisperwing also has very distinctive dark gray tabby markings on his legs, around his face and on his fluffy tail. Meanwhile his eyes are a bright sky blue. Generally speaking, this tom has always had the heart of a Medicine Cat, he's never cared for hunting or warrior duties and was more suited to studying herbs and caring for his Clan. So when he was allowed to become the Medicine Cat apprentice, it was not a position he ever considered turning down and was happy to do something he was comfortable with. He's very open and approachable, easy to speak to and always willing to lend a paw to a cat in need no matter who they are. As far as he sees it, it is his duty to help any cat who needs his healing and is not known to take sides. He is simply a healer and takes his job incredibly seriously. The only time you may find him getting irritable is if you get in the way of his healing.
Medicine Cat Apprentice. Jaypaw.
Jaypaw is a tall she-cat with a lanky, skinny build. Her fur is shorthand somewhat wiry, a pale silvery hue with black mackerel tabby striping and white highlights around her eyes, muzzle, chest, and paws. She has clear, pale blue eyes and ashy nose. As a young apprentice, Jaypaw attempted to get to Survivor's Oak. Obviously, the she-cat was not successful, and ended up causing a rockslide that trapped her legs beneath it. Her rear right paw especially was injured and never healed properly, remaining shriveled and useless as it is unable to bear weight. Due to her injury, Jaypaw was forced to give up warrior training and instead became the medicine cat apprentice, an event in her life she is still incredibly bitter about. Her full medicine cat name will be Jayfrost.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 15:59:52 GMT -5
Warriors.
Ashface.
Although a molly, Ashface is more on the masculine side in her features, with wide shoulders and a short-but-stout frame. Her coat is thick and downy, dilute calico in coloring, predominately dark grey and pale orange, with only occasional white spotting. She has a large patch of grey across one side of her face from which she earns her namesake. Her whiskers are white and abnormally long, and she has a charcoal black nose and dark yellow-green color. Ashface has always had a fierce spark to her, even from when she was a kit in the nursery. She is a bold warrior, usually the first take action. Ashface is outspoken and tends to be too blunt and brave with her words, nothing stopping her from speaking her mind. Ashface is the type to jump paws first into action without asking questions or considering consequences. The brashness of her attitude does not come without its hangups and her clanmates oftentimes find her hard to get along with, although no one can doubt that she is a talented or loyal warrior. The she-cat works very hard for her clan and has immense pride in it. This, however, does not always mean she wants what is traditionally "good" for the clan and rather she values what makes Ravineclan strong, looking upon any perceived weakness with immense disdain.
𝑓𝑜𝑥 Brambleflame.
Brambleflame in short is a massive cat, to the point of making badgers look fairly small. Perhaps his only rival in terms of musculature would be Stormstar, as he falls short of the tom by an inch or two. But the difference isn't particularly noticable. One of his more prominent features is his thick, fluffy fur. That fur is a dark tabby brown shade, littered with shades of darker brown almost to the point of midnight black all across his frame, with a splash of pale cream on his chest and marking each of his massive paws. His eyes are a dark silvery blue colour. To the point of being ludicrous, you might think him more resembling a cloud than you would a cat, and kits haven't been unknown to enjoy clambouring through it, though if you mention that you can consider yourself fortunate to retrieve from the conversation with both ears in tact. Brambleflame is a senior warrior, and very proud and regal, or at least that's how he prefers to portray himself. He has a soft spot for kits, but otherwise tends to be rather distant and stand offish. It is difficult to get to know him, and whilst a very loyal warrior to an unquestionable point, he is not a friendly one.
Falconfrost.
Falconfrost is a muscular looking tom. He has long, dark brown fur black tabby stripes and a little bit of white on his muzzle. He has hazel colored eyes and fur on the tip of his ears. he is a fierce and stubborn tom. He dislikes two things laziness and weakness. Falconfrost expects everyone to pull their weight, and gets annoyed when they don't. He is always looking for ways to improve his skills and to get stronger. He claims that nothing scares him and loves a good fight. He is loyal to his clan and is willing to do anything to protect it. Falconfrost is pretty serious, however he will occasionally say something witty or sarcastic. He doesn't like to talk about his feelings and prefers to suffer in silence. Falconfrost wouldn't mind having kits one day mainly to further his bloodline. During his apprenticeship, Falconfrost was trained by a rough warrior named Buzzardtooth. He pushed Falconfrost to his limits and shaped him into the warrior he is today.
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Feathersong. An elegant tortoiseshell with a thick pelt of black and gold fur, her tail ending in a graceful, feathery fluff that speaks to her name. She is lean and long, her flexible body like water as she squeezes into the most impossible spaces, as she likes to do. Her mew is melodious and rich, a beautiful sound to hear. Her eyes are a pale gold tinged with light green. Feathersong, in a few words, seeks entertainment. Boredom is the worst form of torture for this she-cat. Whether it be through adventure or clan gossip, she is hungry for interesting change and developments, and despises stagnation in both herself and in her surroundings. The domestic life of the camp is not for her - the danger and threat of the outside gives her delight. With her clanmates she is charming and sly, with a mildly warped sense of humor, but she’s friendly enough. Feathersong is easy-going in the sense that she will literally flow with anything, even the worst possible occasion. In the midst of a bloody war, she'd be found lounging in a tree, watching with nonchalant interest.
Fidgetfog.
Fidgetfog is an athletic, loose-limbed calico cat with mustard-colored eyes. Both their nose and paw pads are a light pink color. Fidgetfog has a reputation as a very trustworthy cat, having a decent relationship with almost all clan members. Need something done? Fidgetfog's there to help! Feeling down, want to talk to someone? Fidgetfog's there for you. Want to get a super secret secret off you chest? You know you can trust Fidgetfog. While Fidgetfog has a very large network of who they consider to be acquaintances, or even friends, their circle of trust has remained small, and that circle always comes first. As their name suggests, Fidgetfog is indeed, fidgety. You can always find them moving in some way, whether they're pacing around or just tapping a paw. Luckily, this doesn't seem to interfere with their hunting. In fact, they do a rather good job at hunting, and even better at fighting. Fidgetfog is an overall friendly cat to most, unless you've woken them up too early. They have a lack of self-control however, which can be fatal at times.
Greylion.
Greylion has dark gray fur with lighter gray fur around his chest and neck. He has a little bit of white mixed in, but you can barely see it. Greylion has bright yellow eyes and light grey ear tips. Greylion has a couple of scars on his hindquarters. He is a strong and confident cat. He will not hesitate to stand up for his beliefs and follows his instincts. Greylion does his best to keep an open mind and see everyone's perspective. He has trouble trusting others and worries about hurting his loved ones. He is not afraid to fight dirty but only as a last resort. Greylion is a little sensitive and gets a little moody from time to time. Greylion does't like bullies or those who gossip about others. As a kit, he has always been the most mature out of his siblings.
Hawkeyes258 Houndhowl.
A small tom, lithe and limber, you might be forgiven for thinking his mannerisms are better attributed to a fox than a cat. He has a thick, pale brown coat, striped with shades of dark brown and black all over his body, various nicks all over his body as per the norm of the average warrior, but he doesn't tend to be the type to throw himself needlessly into battle, unless he considers it necessary. Houndhowl's eyes are a deep chestnut brown shade. . Speed is his strong suit, and he is an apt climber. . A creature to lurk and observe over than throw himself head first into situations, it is difficult to ever know where you truly stand with a tom like this. The perfect definition of a poker face, he might well act as though you were the closest of friends on the surface, but delve deeper and you'll find the truth to be anything but. Strategic, sharp witted and strong willed, his patience make him more of a threat than his small size might make you presume. He might not be the strongest in the clan, but he knows how to wait and make every moment count. Hickorybreeze.
A rather handsome young tom, you'd never guess how bedraggled this young warrior was as a kit, his fur a consistently an impossibly tangled mess that the warrior is thankful to have grown out of... mostly. The tom still has a very dense coat of ruddy brown fur, with occasional paler brown high-lights and thick, dark tabby striping along his flank. His eyes are a pale amber shade and the tom's ears are tattered from his frequent antics. though physically unassuming, Hickorybreeze is strong and athletic warrior without being bulky. Confident and out-going, Hickorybreeze is a brave young cat, although depending on who you ask, some prefer the term "down-right idiot". He often crosses the line into cocky and reckless, his courage often bordering imprudence. He has always been eager to learn and quick to show off, although it's not always for the right reasons. he'll do anything on a dare or to protect his reputation as "coolest guy around" and he's more keen on blazing his own trail than following orders. This arrogant streak causes him to butt heads with authority figures at times or get himself into unnecessary danger, but the tom has a big heart and cares for his clanmates deeply. He's incredibly loyal and makes a dedicated friend, always there to have your back or stand up for you, even if he knows you're in the wrong, and ever rooting for the underdog.
Littlerose.
As her name implies, Littlerose has a build that is smaller and on the delicate side. She has a sleek, thick pelt that is a pale dilute calico with soft rust and darker brown colored patches all across her back, shoulders, neck, head, and tail. Starting at her dusky pink nose, a blaze of white settles across her muzzle, trailing up between her eyes, down over her cheeks and around her chin. The white then continues further, down into her neck fluff and onto her chest. Each of her toes and both of her hind paws are dipped in this same snowy color. On either side of her face, from the corner of her eyes and down her cheek is a single stripe of dark brown. Those eyes of hers are a dark amber, like dark honeyed pools in her petite face. Littlerose is a witty she-cat with her own special spark. She's brazen and fiercely independent, unafraid to be different or push the boundaries that have been set before her. Though the young warrior can come off as sassy and almost mischievous, Littlerose has a compassion for others that can make her vulnerable to being manipulated. She would drop anything to lend a paw to someone in need and though she may tease, she always tries to see the true best in others. Companionship is something this molly treasures and all of her friends and clan mates, especially with her deep-seated fear of being alone. Littlerose has a few little quirks, like collecting pretty stones and talking to herself, but she isn't ashamed of who she is, confident in her own skin.
little blu ♥ Nettlecloud.
A hulking great tom, Nettlecloud has never had to worry about being out-sized in a battle and is quite proud of his appearance. With large fluffy fur made up of varying shades of brown and black and bright green eyes, this tom is certainly a sight and not very easily missed. Though you can often find him complaining about the amount of fur he actually has and is often found in very hot weather laying down in the shadiest corner he can find heavily panting. But you better not get on the bad side of this tom as he is known for being incredibly quick with his claws when he wants and will not back down from a fight, and quite likes winning as well. Most of the time, Nettlecloud can be pretty chilled out if you catch him in good weather and in an equally good mood, but the moment he get's heated about something he is a force to be reckoned with and will not rest until he get's his own way - even if it means stepping on others who happen to get in the way.
ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ Robineyes.
Robineyes is known to be extremely mischievous tom, willing to prank (almost) anybody. He's a small, gray tabby with bright blue eyes. He's very friendly, a grin on his face most of his time. Is he going to mess with someone? Who knows, he certainly doesn't! He's very much an in-the-moment kind of guy, never really stopping to think things ahead. Also seemingly with his heads up in the clouds all the time. Good luck trying to get his attention! He's very curious (maybe nosy, even?), sometimes going as far as eavesdropping on conversations. He also loves to collect things such as pretty feathers and cool looking rocks, even things that might be from Twolegs! While he wasn't born in the clan, that doesn't bother him. He tries his very best to get on everyone's good side, unfortunately sometimes letting cats step all over him.
Scarletfang.
Scarletfang has ginger and white fur with tabby stripes and amber eyes. She has some ginger on her muzzle and a small scar on her front leg. Scarletfang is not a cat you want to mess with. She likes doing things her way, and doesn't care what others say. She is a little unhinged and no qualms with taking a life. Scarletfang has kept this side of her hidden but will slowly allow her true self to show. She will be your friend but only for her own self gain. She has a way of twisting your words around and will bait others into arguments. Scarletfang hates when things don't go her way and she is the type to hold a grudge. In her eyes, she is the best fighter in the clan. She has a twisted sense of humor and likes seeing her victim squirm. Shadowfern.
Not much is really to be said about Shadowfern. A she-cat on the average size of things, the entirety of this warrior's pelt is made up of sleek back fur which seems to shine in the sunlight while her eyes are a pale green and always seemed to be filled with nothing short of disdain for everything and everyone. Simply put, she is not a very nice cat to be around, always finding problems with every little thing and openly complains about the direction that Stormstar is taking the Clan. It's not much of a secret that Shadowfern has had her eyes on higher things ever since she was young, not happy just to settle as a simple warrior. But the deputy position has always eluded her and it is something she is not afraid to berate about to anyone who will listen to her. Most of the time you can find this she-cat skulking around camp, sticking to the shadows where she has always been most comfortable, waiting and watching for her opportunity to come. And you bet that she will take it the moment it comes, even if that means turning on her Clan. Swiftclaw.
There has never been anything small about Swiftclaw, even as a kit he was the largest in his litter. The tom is tall, standing almost a head taller than most of his other clan mates. He has a bulky, muscular build from seasons of dedicated training and life as a wild cat. His base coat is white, covering him from the paws up, stopping abruptly on his flanks where it's met with a large inky black patch. The darker fur covers his whole back, aside from a asymmetrical splash of white on his left flank, just below his shoulder. The fur of his neck is mainly unbothered white, all the way up to his head, where the black comes back to lie over the back of his head, his ears, and the top of his forehead, leaving a jagged 'v' shaped marking between his eyes. His light, leaf green eyes are set into a strong face, with black curling over the left eye closely. Swiftclaw is a quiet tom, with a meticulous mind. There is very little that get's by him and his sharp judgement. The tomcat lives in a cat eat cat world, where there is little room for weakness or mercy. From a young age he was taught that only the strong survive and he has yet to find a flaw in his teachings. He's a cynical one, with little dependence on hope or love. He keeps his claws sharp and his mind sharper, always preparing and expecting the worst out of others. Trust doesn't come easily to Swiftclaw at all, there are probably very few that he would let at his back, if any. There is dedication in him, for he is the type of warrior who needs a mission, something to work towards. He will be loyal to that mission, seeing it through till the end. His mother, Blackflower, was a young queen who got mixed up with the wrong tom. His name was Palegust and he was every bit as charming as he was cruel. When she gave birth to her kits, there were many complications and she ended up loosing too much blood to be saved. Swiftclaw had two sisters and a brother, all of which didn't survive kithood. He was raised by Palegust, which left him guarded, bitter, and sure that love a fable that others tell to comfort themselves.
Whitebird.
With her delicate build and sleek musculature, Whitebird is a picture of grace, appearing almost liquid in her movements. The she-cat has a well-maintained and long-haired pure white coat. Her eyes are a light leaf green color. Put simply, Whitebird is a cat who not only knows what she wants, but also how to get it. She's a vain she-cat by nature, having been recognized for her beauty from a young age. The molly learned to use this to her advantage as she got older, refining herself into the sophisticed, charming warrior she is today. Whitebird oozes charisma in a manufactured way that comes naturally. She's sociable with her clanmates and an attentive conversationalist, turning that dial up to seduction and flirtatiousness where she deems it necessary or finds it fun. Her socialite persona, however, is largely a facade. Whitebird, truthfully, only cares about herself and finds the day-to-day within the clan trivial and boring. She believes herself to better than most-if not all-of her clanmates and holds no love for them. The silver-tongued persona she wears is her attempt to keep those around her "under her paw" so to speak. Sshe can be incredibly manipulative and is the type to use others for her own personal gains. Although usually maintaing a cool demeanor, the she-cat is constantly chasing the high of power and thrives off of control.
𝑓𝑜𝑥 _ Wildrose.
Quiet as a shadow and dainty as a flower, this is the type of cat you wont see until she wants you to see her. Her shy personality lending itself well to her talents of keeping herself unnoticed and alone, just how she likes it. She is a tortoiseshell molly, marked with a predominantly dusty black coat, splashed in various places all cross her frame with shades of pale orange and a few shades of white here and there. Her coat is plumed and silky, soft to the touch, and adding to her rather gentle persona. She is marked with heterochromia, meaning her eyes are different coloured. The left being a dark forest green, and the left displays a soft shade of sky blue. Wildrose is a slender but long legged young shecat, a talented huntress though her talents tend to be quite failing when it comes to the battlefield. Whilst she is gifted with a good heart and a fairly motherly nature, she is unfortunately incredibly shy and nervous around cats she doesn't know. Which is more or less the entire clan. Despite this, she is surprisingly charming when she puts her mind to it, and is gifted with a great silver tongue. Persuasive due to the fact most cats don't expect it from her, though she doesn't have the heart to use it most of the time, she can be deceptive at times.
Apprentices.
Cherrypaw.
A she-cat on the smaller side of things, Cherrypaw is a light silver she-cat with black tabby markings littered across her short-furred pelt, looking increasingly dark down her back and up he tail. Meanwhile, her eyes are a dark amber and always seem to be shining with some sort of mischief. While this she-cat is dedicated to learning how to be a great warrior and wants to serve her Clan, she really can't help getting into trouble and loves adventure just a little too much. It is like she is almost a sort of magnet for trouble and it always seems to have no problem finding her even if she's not looking for it. You should not be surprised to try and find this apprentice sneaking out of camp looking for something interesting to do. Though her mind can be a little all over the place and she can be quite hard to handle, deep down she does have a good heart, willing to do the right thing and work hard if she has to and just wants to be a great warrior someday that RavineClan can be proud of.
Lionpaw.
Such a rough and tumble name for a proud little feline, with a full mane of golden brown, amber, ruddy ginger, and dark brown fur to back it up. Her fur is truly a mixture of different colors, ranging from a softer honeyed gold to a darker hickory color. It all mixes together in what could possibly be called a faintly torbie type pattern. She definitely has some darker stripes running up her spine and down her legs. Her fur is thick and long, needing at least an hours worth of grooming to be acceptable. Lionpaw is often found with bits of leaves, feathers, or even small twigs stuck in her tresses. White touches her chin, carries down her throat, widens on her chest to briefly graze her shoulders, and then continues down to her stomach. Her paws and tail tip are also white. She has a pair of sage green eyes that grow darker near the pupil. Lionpaw is a tomboyish she-cat who is unafraid to get her paws dirty, to work hard, and to pull her own weight. She's never one to back away from tough or unwanted chores, instead she's usually the first to volunteer. There is a desire deep in this feline to prove herself and it keeps her motivated to try her best and do the best she can do. Lionpaw tends not to know her own strength and can be a bit clumsy, causing her to trip over her own paws or accidentally barrel into her friends with more force than she intended. Though she is a hard worker, she is young and enjoys playing and goofing off with her friends. Unfortunately, she tends to be nervous cats she's not as familiar with, particularly mollies. This often is a cause of insecurity and embarrassment for Lionpaw, as she struggles to understand why she can't connect as easily as some of her other clan mates. Her mother, Blazefur, died when she was still a young kit, leaving her and her brothers to be raised by their father.
little blu ♥
Ravenpaw.
Ravenpaw has long, solid black fur with bright yellow eyes. She is a little smaller than her clanmates. Ravenpaw is a cunning and outgoing she-cat. She is a little bit of a know it all and likes to learn new things. Ravenpaw likes to mess around with her clanmates and pull pranks on them. She is pretty easy going and likes to go with the flow of things. She is not the best fighter, but tries to get better at it. She loves to hunt and hopes to become the best hunter in the clan. Ravenpaw is quick on her feet and has a knack for talking her way out of trouble. She is somewhat impulsive and will jump headfirst into danger.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 16:09:16 GMT -5
Queens. Redwillow.
It would seem StarClan played quite the trick on this young queen, for a stranger might assume her fiery pelt might well match her personality, but the truth is just about the perfect opposite. Redwillow is a long, slender creature, muscled but in a less overt way than most, more to the extent that she is athletically built rather than large. Her coat is silky, soft to the point of being made out of clouds, and a fiercely dark russet red shade. It grows paler around her muzzle, underbelly and tailtip, with darker stripes marking her face and down her back, until culminating at her tail. Her eyes are a bright silvery blue. With hardly a mean bone in her body, to the point where most would find it surprising that she manages to kill prey given her kind heart, Redwillow is a shy mouse of a warrior, though shows fair talent when it comes to the hunt, but that isn't what makes her noticable. Whilst nervous and quiet, when she wants to she has quite the silver tongue, though almost entirely lacks the heart to use it, that accompanied by a gentle charm and a motherly nature. Redwillow makes a good friend to have, if you can convince a word free of those often tightly sealed lips.
Kits. Name.
Open, feel free to join as.
Elders. Owlstep.
One glance at Owlstep and one would understand why his mother gave him the prefix, as the first thing most notice are his large, round eyes. Their color is that of whiskey, deep dark amber that burns almost orange when reflected in sunlight. His face is round and topped with two smaller ears, which accents his stocky, compact body and stout legs. His fur is mainly a medium gray, with hints of silver running throughout to lighten up his coat. He has a white muzzle and chest, which leads to a white belly, standing out quite a bit against the rest of his pelt. The gray in his tail gradually grows darker, until it's a smokey gray at the tip. There are large scars across Owlstep's hind legs, hips, stomach, and one across his chest. A lot of them are hidden by his fur but a few healed over so bad that they show through. Once upon a time, this tom was quite the warrior, known for his battle prowess. Those seasons have passed however and though he is a bit young for an elder, an injury to his hind left leg caused him to retire early. He doesn't grumble about it though, refusing to complain or put his own grievances on the shoulders of others. Owlstep is deeply paternal and takes joy in spending time with younger cats and getting a chance to depart his wisdom. He is a great listener and, as someone who faced discrimination, is incredibly open-minded. Kindness and loyalty are virtues that the older tom lives by. Though he can come off as stern at times, he strongly believes that respect is earned, not given and would never demand respect from anyone.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 16:31:34 GMT -5
Relationships. Mentors. Hickorybreeze mentors Lionpaw. Littlerose mentors Cherrypaw. Feathersong mentors Ravenpaw.
Family Ties. Owlstep is the father of Stormstar. Hickorybreeze and Redwillow are littermates. Cherrypaw and Jaypaw are littermates. Nettlecloud is the father of Lionpaw. Ashface and Littlerose are sisters.
Mates. Falconfrost and Ashface are mates. Timbershade and Redwillow are mates.
Plotlines. Tragedy strikes RavineClan. A great fire that rampages through everything, seeming to have taken all nine remaining lives from Stormstar at once. But in the aftermath of that sadness, it seems the clan will have the chance to rebuilt. But what we change into might not be recognisable from how we began. The fire seems to have silenced even the stars, their words faint until entirely silent at once. Leaving us confused and scared. Our deputy turns out not to the cat we thought he was, and those within our clan seem to be following suit. Rules begin to change, until the very code we live by seems to have faded just as much as the stars who were meant to be leading our paths. Cats are dying left and right, excuses offered at first until eventually cats can't even be bothered with pretences as to what is happening. And all the while voices whip at the winds, darker than anything we've ever known, but insidious. But by the time we realise what is happening, it seems to be too late to change anything. Until at last a voice from the silence, a final cry of nothing. A promise that they are not gone, and a prophecy that things might return to the norm. But as darkness seeps into every aspect of our lives, it seems even the stars can't save us now. The Tragic. Stormstar - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . Leader, lost in the depths of the fires and presumed dead. Spoilers: not.
The Successor. Softwhisper - willowflower . Takes over leadership, accepts the dark forest influences on the clan. .
The Enforcers. Open. Swiftclaw - little blu ♥ . Shadowfern - ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ .Whitebird - 𝑓𝑜𝑥 The right hand cats of the deputy, enforcing the new rules upon the clan.
Opportunists. Open. Infinite available.
Cats who either have always been under the influence of the dark forest, or turn to their side.
The Lover. Open. Mate of the tragic, mother of the promised.
The Loyal. Open. x 6 available. Enter exile forcefully by the successor, or of their own accord when rules begin changing.
The Whispers. Open. Infinite available. The remnants of starclan after the tragedy strikes the stars, spirits that join the loyal.
The Voices. Open. Infinite available. Dark forest cats entering the dreams of clan cats, help with the take over of the stars.
The Promised. Open. x 3 available. little blu ♥ Cats with powers, (tbd into roleplay depending on wants of members) from a prophecy of the remaining stars. Members. 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . Stormstar, Brambleflame, Houndhowl, Wildrose, and Redwillow. 𝑓𝑜𝑥 . Jaypaw, Ashface, Hickorybreeze and Whitebird. little blu ♥ . Littlerose, Swiftclaw, Lionpaw and Owlstep. ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ . Whisperwing, Nettlecloud, Shadowfern and Cherrypaw. Hawkeyes258 . Falconfrost, Greylion, Scarletfang and Ravenpaw. willowflower . Softwhisper and Feathersong. showbiz . Fidgetfog and Robineyes.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 16:32:57 GMT -5
Open! Feel free to join
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Asexual
ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ
just another day at the office
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Post by ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ on Jun 2, 2020 16:35:47 GMT -5
(Bird's save for Medi cat and a couple warriors when i wake up <3
EDIT: finished them!)
Whisperwing A tom made up of mostly creamy white fur he likes to keep nice and groomed, Whisperwing also has very distinctive dark gray tabby markings on his legs, around his face and on his fluffy tail. Meanwhile his eyes are a bright sky blue. Generally speaking, this tom has always had the heart of a Medicine Cat, he's never cared for hunting or warrior duties and was more suited to studying herbs and caring for his Clan. So when he was allowed to become the Medicine Cat apprentice, it was not a position he ever considered turning down and was happy to do something he was comfortable with. He's very open and approachable, easy to speak to and always willing to lend a paw to a cat in need no matter who they are. As far as he sees it, it is his duty to help any cat who needs his healing and is not known to take sides. He is simply a healer and takes his job incredibly seriously. The only time you may find him getting irritable is if you get in the way of his healing. ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ Medicine Cat Open to family and such! Meteor Shower
Nettlecloud A hulking great tom, Nettlecloud has never had to worry about being out-sized in a battle and is quite proud of his appearance. With large fluffy fur made up of varying shades of brown and black and bright green eyes, this tom is certainly a sight and not very easily missed. Though you can often find him complaining about the amount of fur he actually has and is often found in very hot weather laying down in the shadiest corner he can find heavily panting. But you better not get on the bad side of this tom as he is known for being incredibly quick with his claws when he wants and will not back down from a fight, and quite likes winning as well. Most of the time, Nettlecloud can be pretty chilled out if you catch him in good weather and in an equally good mood, but the moment he get's heated about something he is a force to be reckoned with and will not rest until he get's his own way - even if it means stepping on others who happen to get in the way. ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ Warrior Possibly father to Lionpaw? Open to other relations
Shadowfern Not much is really to be said about Shadowfern. A she-cat on the average size of things, the entirety of this warrior's pelt is made up of sleek back fur which seems to shine in the sunlight while her eyes are a pale green and always seemed to be filled with nothing short of disdain for everything and everyone. Simply put, she is not a very nice cat to be around, always finding problems with every little thing and openly complains about the direction that Stormstar is taking the Clan. It's not much of a secret that Shadowfern has had her eyes on higher things ever since she was young, not happy just to settle as a simple warrior. But the deputy position has always eluded her and it is something she is not afraid to berate about to anyone who will listen to her. Most of the time you can find this she-cat skulking around camp, sticking to the shadows where she has always been most comfortable, waiting and watching for her opportunity to come. And you bet that she will take it the moment it comes, even if that means turning on her Clan. ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ Warrior - enforcer? open to family / relationships
Cherrypaw (flower) A she-cat on the smaller side of things, Cherrypaw is a light silver she-cat with black tabby markings littered across her short-furred pelt, looking increasingly dark down her back and up he tail. Meanwhile, her eyes are a dark amber and always seem to be shining with some sort of mischief. While this she-cat is dedicated to learning how to be a great warrior and wants to serve her Clan, she really can't help getting into trouble and loves adventure just a little too much. It is like she is almost a sort of magnet for trouble and it always seems to have no problem finding her even if she's not looking for it. You should not be surprised to try and find this apprentice sneaking out of camp looking for something interesting to do. Though her mind can be a little all over the place and she can be quite hard to handle, deep down she does have a good heart, willing to do the right thing and work hard if she has to and just wants to be a great warrior someday that RavineClan can be proud of. ᏼꮖꭱꭰꭱꮖ🇳ꮐ Apprentice Possibly Jaypaw's littermate? open for other relationships
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 16:36:50 GMT -5
Exciting! I can't wait to see them
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jun 2, 2020 16:42:33 GMT -5
[ ooh, i love me a clan with an evil plot. i can have some forms up in a minute, but could i claim an enforcer, a promised, and med apprentice if possible? o: ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 16:46:41 GMT -5
Sorry admittedly I did forget to place, but for now as in if we get three members and I be sad I'm going to limit people to one main role/or one plot role, and one smaller role. i.e. a deputy and a whisper, a promised and a voice. Does that make sense? I'm really sorry pretty much anything that doesn't have infinite available, or the loyal can have one of those and a main role, but otherwise to try and let as many get involved as possible. Sorry Fox![/sub
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jun 2, 2020 16:49:06 GMT -5
[ that's okay!! i'll just take an enforcer then. (: working on forms now. ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 16:51:16 GMT -5
Awesome no worries
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 18:47:17 GMT -5
Stormstar.
The clan's great leader, returned to camp looking quite as though he had been dragged backwards through every bush the territory had to offer. Bleeding, limping though to his credit he didn't look as sorry for himself as he probably had the right to look. He padded for the medicine cat's den, grateful that the early hour might prevent the clan from seeing him in this sorry state. As he moved blood dripped down from his muscled hind legs, the right of which dragged with a gentle thudding and irregular pace. Nicks covered his ears, and scratches laced the rest of his silver tabby frame. His eyes were narrowed, but aside from the steady limp he didn't show any other indication of the pain that ricocheted through him presently. Never a late riser, he had roused at dawn and elected a solo patrol would seep the energy from him enough that he'd be able to sleep better. That turned out to be a poor decision, as he had stumbled across a badger during his early morning adventures, and whilst the badger had come out of the encounter worse for wear, Stormstar had clearly taken a fair beating himself. Given the fact he was approximately the size of the average badger, that was surprising enough. Unfortunately, however, despite his best efforts the badger hadn't been driven from the territory entirely. He would need to send a patrol back out soon enough to make sure that it wasn't dumb enough to attempt to wonder back into clan lands. He cast his gaze about for the deputy, but found the camp lacking of their familiar frame, he frowned but didn't hold it against the young warrior. Only he was mousebrained enough to be awake at this hour it would seem. Open, @tags. Redwillow.
Uncurling from the warmth of her moss nest, a lithe russet shecat blinked her eyes open. A yawn parting her jaws, she quickly recoiled - a snake preparing to strike, but rather than a mouse the prey she hoped to catch was a few more moments of sleep. For the first time in what felt like moons she had slept like the dead, and was frankly gutted that she had awoken in the first place. A passing glance at her could give enough information as to why, compared to her usually skinny frame, the young queen had ballooned. Dark red belly swollen with kits due more or less any day, though it felt like the medicine cats had been promising her it would be soon for the better part of three moons. Tired but excited, irritable but hopeful to meet her kits. The mixture of emotions was almost as infuriating as the cruel lack of sleep. Deciding that dozing any further would be impossible, she lifted herself to her paws with a degree of effort. And stepped from the confines of the nursery. Casting her gaze about camp, curious as to who else was awake. She was awake to spot Stormstar retreat from camp, but didn't call after him. It hardly seemed her place, sure he had things on his mind to do, and wasn't going to appreciate a silly queen inquiring about where his plans would take him that morning. She did follow him, but stopped just outside camp. The gentle thunder of the Jagged Cascades stealing any other sound from the world around her, she explored for a beat. Looking for a puddle to quench her early morning thirst, she crouched down and drank thirstily. But still she didn't feel satisfied. The stale water left behind by the tumbling waters wasn't exactly pleasant, especially after it being her only option since she had been confined to the nursery. Refusing her even a brief trip to stretch her legs. She grumbled gently, longing for the familiarity of the territory under her paws, and the morning breeze catching her fur. She looked back, considering for a moment. No one was up, as far as she could see at least. And if she was careful surely nobody would notice she'd departed in the first place... Open, @tags. Save for coding and starters
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jun 2, 2020 18:48:39 GMT -5
[ these are still a WIP now! also meteor shower for all of these. ^^ ]
Ashface Although a molly, Ashface is more on the masculine side in her features, with wide shoulders and a short-but-stout frame. Her coat is thick and downy, dilute calico in coloring, predominately dark grey and pale orange, with only occasional white spotting. She has a large patch of grey across one side of her face from which she earns her namesake. Her whiskers are white and abnormally long, and she has a charcoal black nose and dark yellow-green color. Ashface has always had a fierce spark to her, even from when she was a kit in the nursery. She is a bold warrior, usually the first take action. Ashface is outspoken and tends to be too blunt and brave with her words, nothing stopping her from speaking her mind. Ashface is the type to jump paws first into action without asking questions or considering consequences. The brashness of her attitude does not come without its hangups and her clanmates oftentimes find her hard to get along with, although no one can doubt that she is a talented or loyal warrior. The she-cat works very hard for her clan and has immense pride in it. This, however, does not always mean she wants what is traditionally "good" for the clan and rather she values what makes Ravineclan strong, looking upon any perceived weakness with immense disdain. 𝑓𝑜𝑥 ⋆ Warrior (Opportunist --> Possibly Redeemable ) Open to parents / littermates / crushes. Heterosexual.
Jaypaw(frost) Jaypaw is a tall she-cat with a lanky, skinny build. Her fur is short and somewhat wiry, a pale silvery hue with black mackerel tabby striping and white highlights around her eyes, muzzle, chest, and paws. She has clear, pale blue eyes and ashy nose. As a young apprentice, Jaypaw attempted to get to Survivor's Oak. Obviously, the she-cat was not successful, and ended up causing a rockslide that trapped her legs beneath it. Her rear right paw especially was injured and never healed properly, remaining shriveled and useless as it is unable to bear weight. Due to her injury, Jaypaw was forced to give up warrior training and instead became the medicine cat apprentice, an event in her life she is still incredibly bitter about. 𝑓𝑜𝑥 ⋆ Medicine Cat Apprentice (undecided on DF --> Redeemable ) Open to parents / littermates / crushes. Bisexual.
Whitebird With her delicate build and sleek musculature, Whitebird is a picture of grace, appearing almost liquid in her movements. The she-cat has a well-maintained and long-haired pure white coat. Her eyes are a light leaf green color. Put simply, Whitebird is a cat who not only knows what she wants, but also how to get it. She's a vain she-cat by nature, having been recognized for her beauty from a young age. The molly learned to use this to her advantage as she got older, refining herself into the sophisticed, charming warrior she is today. Whitebird oozes charisma in a manufactured way that comes naturally. She's sociable with her clanmates and an attentive conversationalist, turning that dial up to seduction and flirtatiousness where she deems it necessary or finds it fun. Her socialite persona, however, is largely a facade. Whitebird, truthfully, only cares about herself and finds the day-to-day within the clan trivial and boring. She believes herself to better than most-if not all-of her clanmates and holds no love for them. The silver-tongued persona she wears is her attempt to keep those around her "under her paw" so to speak. Sshe can be incredibly manipulative and is the type to use others for her own personal gains. Although usually maintaing a cool demeanor, the she-cat is constantly chasing the high of power and thrives off of control. 𝑓𝑜𝑥 ⋆ Warrior (Enforcer --> Irredeemable ) Open to parents / littermates / crushes. Bisexual.
Hickorybreeze A rather handsome young tom, you'd never guess how bedraggled this young warrior was as a kit, his fur a consistently an impossibly tangled mess that the warrior is thankful to have grown out of... mostly. The tom still has a very dense coat of ruddy brown fur, with occasional paler brown high-lights and thick, dark tabby striping along his flank. His eyes are a pale amber shade and the tom's ears are tattered from his frequent antics. though physically unassuming, Hickorybreeze is strong and athletic warrior without being bulky. Confident and out-going, Hickorybreeze is a brave young cat, although depending on who you ask, some prefer the term "down-right idiot". He often crosses the line into cocky and reckless, his courage often bordering imprudence. He has always been eager to learn and quick to show off, although it's not always for the right reasons. he'll do anything on a dare or to protect his reputation as "coolest guy around" and he's more keen on blazing his own trail than following orders. This arrogant streak causes him to butt heads with authority figures at times or get himself into unnecessary danger, but the tom has a big heart and cares for his clanmates deeply. He's incredibly loyal and makes a dedicated friend, always there to have your back or stand up for you, even if he knows you're in the wrong, and ever rooting for the underdog. 𝑓𝑜𝑥 ⋆ Warrior (against DF) Potentially Redwillow's brother? Open to crushes (hims a big flirt). Heterosexual.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 18:51:55 GMT -5
Looking good! I shall add in the morning as I’ve put my laptop away for the night and hickory being the brother of red definitely!
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jun 2, 2020 21:49:41 GMT -5
( I won't even admit how long I've been working on these. Aaand, I haven't even finished Lion. /groans/ Hopefully they're okay? Dunno, I tried and can fix anything that's not. c: Also, may I claim a Promised? ) Swiftclaw There has never been anything small about Swiftclaw, even as a kit he was the largest in his litter. The tom is tall, standing almost a head taller than most of his other clan mates. He has a bulky, muscular build from seasons of dedicated training and life as a wild cat. His base coat is white, covering him from the paws up, stopping abruptly on his flanks where it's met with a large inky black patch. The darker fur covers his whole back, aside from a asymmetrical splash of white on his left flank, just below his shoulder. The fur of his neck is mainly unbothered white, all the way up to his head, where the black comes back to lie over the back of his head, his ears, and the top of his forehead, leaving a jagged 'v' shaped marking between his eyes. His light, leaf green eyes are set into a strong face, with black curling over the left eye closely. Swiftclaw is a quiet tom, with a meticulous mind. There is very little that get's by him and his sharp judgement. The tomcat lives in a cat eat cat world, where there is little room for weakness or mercy. From a young age he was taught that only the strong survive and he has yet to find a flaw in his teachings. He's a cynical one, with little dependence on hope or love. He keeps his claws sharp and his mind sharper, always preparing and expecting the worst out of others. Trust doesn't come easily to Swiftclaw at all, there are probably very few that he would let at his back, if any. There is dedication in him, for he is the type of warrior who needs a mission, something to work towards. He will be loyal to that mission, seeing it through till the end. His mother, Blackflower, was a young queen who got mixed up with the wrong tom. His name was Palegust and he was every bit as charming as he was cruel. When she gave birth to her kits, there were many complications and she ended up loosing too much blood to be saved. Swiftclaw had two sisters and a brother, all of which didn't survive kithood. He was raised by Palegust, which left him guarded, bitter, and sure that love a fable that others tell to comfort themselves. Littleclaw blu ♥ Warrior. Open to a former mentor. Bisexual. meteor shower
Littlerose As her name implies, Littlerose has a build that is smaller and on the delicate side. She has a sleek, thick pelt that is a pale dilute calico with soft rust and darker brown colored patches all across her back, shoulders, neck, head, and tail. Starting at her dusky pink nose, a blaze of white settles across her muzzle, trailing up between her eyes, down over her cheeks and around her chin. The white then continues further, down into her neck fluff and onto her chest. Each of her toes and both of her hind paws are dipped in this same snowy color. On either side of her face, from the corner of her eyes and down her cheek is a single stripe of dark brown. Those eyes of hers are a dark amber, like dark honeyed pools in her petite face. Littlerose is a witty she-cat with her own special spark. She's brazen and fiercely independent, unafraid to be different or push the boundaries that have been set before her. Though the young warrior can come off as sassy and almost mischievous, Littlerose has a compassion for others that can make her vulnerable to being manipulated. She would drop anything to lend a paw to someone in need and though she may tease, she always tries to see the true best in others. Companionship is something this molly treasures and all of her friends and clan mates, especially with her deep-seated fear of being alone. Littlerose has a few little quirks, like collecting pretty stones and talking to herself, but she isn't ashamed of who she is, confident in her own skin. Littleclaw blu ♥ Warrior. Her sister is Ashface. open to parents/siblings/crushes. Bisexual. meteor shower.
Owlstep One glance at Owlstep and one would understand why his mother gave him the prefix, as the first thing most notice are his large, round eyes. Their color is that of whiskey, deep dark amber that burns almost orange when reflected in sunlight. His face is round and topped with two smaller ears, which accents his stocky, compact body and stout legs. His fur is mainly a medium gray, with hints of silver running throughout to lighten up his coat. He has a white muzzle and chest, which leads to a white belly, standing out quite a bit against the rest of his pelt. The gray in his tail gradually grows darker, until it's a smokey gray at the tip. There are large scars across Owlstep's hind legs, hips, stomach, and one across his chest. A lot of them are hidden by his fur but a few healed over so bad that they show through. Once upon a time, this tom was quite the warrior, known for his battle prowess. Those seasons have passed however and though he is a bit young for an elder, an injury to his hind left leg caused him to retire early. He doesn't grumble about it though, refusing to complain or put his own grievances on the shoulders of others. Owlstep is deeply paternal and takes joy in spending time with younger cats and getting a chance to depart his wisdom. He is a great listener and, as someone who faced discrimination, is incredibly open-minded. Kindness and loyalty are virtues that the older tom lives by. Though he can come off as stern at times, he strongly believes that respect is earned, not given and would never demand respect from anyone. Littleclaw blu ♥ Elder. Father of Stormstar. Former mentor of Hickorybreeze. open for siblings/more kits/a mate/former apprentices. Homosexual, came out later in life. meteor shower.
Lionpaw Such a rough and tumble name for a proud little feline, with a full mane of golden brown, amber, ruddy ginger, and dark brown fur to back it up. Her fur is truly a mixture of different colors, ranging from a softer honeyed gold to a darker hickory color. It all mixes together in what could possibly be called a faintly torbie type pattern. She definitely has some darker stripes running up her spine and down her legs. Her fur is thick and long, needing at least an hours worth of grooming to be acceptable. Lionpaw is often found with bits of leaves, feathers, or even small twigs stuck in her tresses. White touches her chin, carries down her throat, widens on her chest to briefly graze her shoulders, and then continues down to her stomach. Her paws and tail tip are also white. She has a pair of sage green eyes that grow darker near the pupil. Lionpaw is a tomboyish she-cat who is unafraid to get her paws dirty, to work hard, and to pull her own weight. She's never one to back away from tough or unwanted chores, instead she's usually the first to volunteer. There is a desire deep in this feline to prove herself and it keeps her motivated to try her best and do the best she can do. Lionpaw tends not to know her own strength and can be a bit clumsy, causing her to trip over her own paws or accidentally barrel into her friends with more force than she intended. Though she is a hard worker, she is young and enjoys playing and goofing off with her friends. Unfortunately, she tends to be nervous cats she's not as familiar with, particularly mollies. This often is a cause of insecurity and embarrassment for Lionpaw, as she struggles to understand why she can't connect as easily as some of her other clan mates. Her mother, Blazefur, died when she was still a young kit, leaving her and her brothers to be raised by their father. Littleclaw blu ♥ Apprentice. open to a father / brothers / crushes. Heterosexual. meteor shower.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 21:51:23 GMT -5
They all look great so far! And you’d be welcome to a promised!
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jun 2, 2020 21:55:41 GMT -5
( I'm admittedly a little scared to play Swift, as he's my first darker character but Imma try my best! Also, maybe Owl could be Storm's father? They look kinda similar actually? c: )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 2, 2020 21:57:35 GMT -5
I was actually going to suggest that! I’d be more than happy with that And evil cats are fun, trust me!
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jun 2, 2020 23:21:42 GMT -5
[ i definitely have a hard time making cats that aren't evil... they are fun indeed. blu, if you're interested ashface and littlerose could be littermates? also owlstep def could have been hickory's mentor. i love his name btw. ^^ ]
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jun 2, 2020 23:26:02 GMT -5
( Ashface and Littlerose could definitely be littermates. ^^ And, Owlstep would have gladly mentored Hickorybreeze. Thank you, I struggled with his suffix the most lol )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 3, 2020 7:54:45 GMT -5
Good afternoon guys, sorry o got distracted yesterday but I’ll have starters up soon
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 3, 2020 9:19:59 GMT -5
Everyone has been added to the extent I am presently able now on with some starters!
Also; Redwillow is open to a mate and kits if anyone is interested
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jun 3, 2020 9:37:59 GMT -5
[ morning! ~ i got ashface's photo up and i will finish writing Jaypaw today a well. if you get some starters up nec i can definitely throw up some replies! ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 3, 2020 9:55:03 GMT -5
Awesome! I just finished my starters so brilliant timing Fox!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 3, 2020 10:35:24 GMT -5
Cherrypaw is actually precious and I might love her! They all look great, CP, thanks so much for joining! Feel free to roleplay![/sub
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jun 3, 2020 13:15:07 GMT -5
( Good afternoon morning, all! I exist. Also, Nettlecloud is good to be Lionpaw's dad. ^^ )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Jun 3, 2020 13:24:29 GMT -5
I'm glad to know you exist! I hear that's generally rather helpful XD would you like to roleplay?
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