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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 19:45:47 GMT -5
Introduction You could feel it in your bones, today was the day. It was time. Though your joints didn't work like they used to, you pushed yourself up to your paws, casting a faint smile at the soft snores of the felines that rested all around you. The dawn had barely settled over the horizon, casting the whole camp in shadow as you limped from the comfort of your nesting area out into the central clearing. Not another cat stirred and yet, you couldn't help but pause, letting your weary limbs rest for a moment against the sand beneath your paws.
Memories of your first night under these stars brought a grin to your muzzle. Seasons spent playing and hunting with your clan-mate at your side. Battles won and some lost, excitement and peace, followed by days of grief and strife. Learning lessons and making countless mistakes. Feeling the first dose of pure love and the brutal sting of heartbreak. Watching friends come and go, clinging to the ones that remain constant. Days spent patrolling and mentoring, nights spent sharing-tongues and bonding with your precious clan mates.
Yes, you'd lived a mighty full life. A sense of peace so profound that it is impossible to put into words settles over you. Trotting slowly out of the camp, you let the ocean breeze ruffle your fur for the last time. Your footprints leave divots in the sand as you trail towards the water - eyeing the beautiful blue waves. It was time to come home. Your last thought was a prayer of thanks to StarClan that you'd been born into CoastalClan.
From the water life comes and to the water all life will return. It's time for a younger generation's story. Welcome to CoastalClan. IndexFirst Post - Intro, Index, About Second Post - Rules, History, Traditions, Territory & Camp Third Post - Prey Predator List, Herb List, Climate, Joining Form Fourth Post - Leader, Deputy, Medicine Cat & Apprentice Fifth Post - Patrol Guards, Hunters, Fishers, Collectors, Guards Sixth Post - Apprentices, Queens & Kits, Elders Seventh Post - Outsiders, StarClan, Deep Dark Eighth Post - Relationships, Plot Lines, Members, Credit About CoastalClan lives in a mainly tropical territory, based loosely on both the Mediterranean and Hawaiian cultures and geographical areas. Therefore, cats are usually shorter to medium furred with sleek coats that help them cut more easily through the water. This of course isn't always the case but due to the high temperatures nearly all year round, it does make having long coats a bit uncomfortable at times. Thicker pelts can be useful against cold water, however. Cats are normally lean and agile, used to swimming nearly every day and running over dunes. CoastalClan cats pelts differ in colors and patterns, though pitch black pelts tend to be rarer on the island. Our ranking system is a bit different from that of the average clan, as we don't have general a general ranking but many smaller rankings for full-fledged members of the clan. Kittens and apprentices are given many opportunities to experience the different jobs and decide which path they wish to take, there is no pressure to make the choice right after being made an apprentice. In fact, apprentices are given a half-moon to make a decision and at their Choosing Ceremony, they decide the path they wish to take and are assigned an official mentor. The ranks are as follows: Guards - They're usually out of camp watching the territory. The deputy will assign each cat a night or day shift and all guards report back to the deputy. They are the ones who mark borders and keep the clan safe from outside threats. Some guards are always assigned to keep an eye on the camp, though this job is rotated to keep it fair. Hunters - They prowl the dunes and even the Wilds looking for food. They also keep track of the homes of any dangerous animals like eagle nests and otter dens. Fishers - though every cat is trained to swim and fish, Fishers are professionals and trained at a much higher extent than others and can safely navigate the churning ocean waters. A team of the best fishers may be able to take down bigger fish. Collectors - These cats search for resources in the land And usually have basic medical training. They'll often help take care of the queens and kits as well. The Council - not quite a rank in and of itself, as the members of this rank are members of another rank. Being part of this rank is a high honor as there are only three or four cats on it and they work very closely with the leader and deputy. Most often the members will be older warriors but it isn't uncommon to see a younger warrior in their ranks. Also, along with StarClan, our cats believe in the Deep Dark. This is a place far under the ocean where only the darkest evils hide and if cats who committed crimes or who were cruel of mind and spirit die within the clan, this is where we believe they go.
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 19:52:32 GMT -5
Rules Forum rules must be followed at all times
Stay active and you'll get to have a lot of fun roleplaying major roles! Inactivity for too long may result in removal from the clan.
No God-modding whatsoever. Always get permission before rping or harming someone else's character. No splotlighting as well.
Characters must have detailed biographies. At least three sentences for appearance and personality each. Please keep characters realistic and do not make them perfect. Please don't be upset if it takes a bit too accept your joining form or add your characters.
You may not join with a motherless kit unless you have asked the mods beforehand and worked out a solution. Also, apprentices may not have mates or kits.
No spam! This means advertising, trolling, etc.. You can come in and ask someone to go to another thread but only post once and be polite. Members of the clan may advertise threads but only after asking politely.
We encourage members to chat but please remember to be respectful. If we see repeated disrespect of any kind (intentional exclusion, bullying, rudeness, etc.) you will receive a warning. When chatting, be sure to make it clear that what you are saying is OOC.
Keep all mature content grandma-friendly and not heavily detailed.
While this is not a super literate roleplay, I ask that you use correct grammar when roleplaying. No cursing in or out of character unless it's a fake curse like "Fiddlesticks".
Living in the clan is dangerous. Many cats are killed, succumb to illness/injury, disappear, run away, etc. Please be open to losing your characters. It keeps things new and interesting. Remember all cats die eventually and rarely of old age.
LGBT characters are accepted and welcome but remember that these cats might face some opposition from other characters in the rp and usually only for the purpose of drama. We would never allow opposition to be shown OOC.
Nothing from this page may be used without permission. This includes artwork, story-lines, information, and characters.
History Our story begins with love. Not a flirty, sweet love that makes butterflies soar through your stomach. No, this was an intense love that scorched the soul and was deeply passionate. The kind of romance that steals the very breath from your lungs and makes one incomplete without the other. Their love had torn apart their hearts and stitched them back together so that the only way they'd go on beating was when they were side by side.
Jayflight was a young warrior of CedarClan, he was thoughtful and cautious. He was a cat who always followed the rules, until him. One afternoon, while the pale gray warrior had just finished hunting near the border, the sound of a loud crash through the bushes caught him off guard. Jayflight went to investigate and found a large russet tom stuck in the brambles. His name was Roan. And this was only the beginning.
Roan was deeply hurt and reluctantly agreed to come back to camp with Jayflight to be treated by their medicine cat. The strange rogue ended up staying with CedarClan for a while, though he never seemed to warm up to anyone. He was snappy and cold, completely closed off. Jayflight seemed to be the only one who could communicate with him without getting his ears chewed off. The warrior took it upon himself to teach the large grump how to hunt in the forest territory and even how to climb some trees. The relationship slowly slipped from acquaintances to friends, to much, much more.
Then the day came when Mossystar, the leader of CedarClan at the time, declared that Roan was well enough that he should be on his way. Jayflight begged his leader to reconsider, for the chance for the gruff tom to join the clan but his clan mates didn't trust the tom at all. Roan was forced from the territory, chased out by a group of warriors including Jayflight's own father - Bluethorn. For many sunrises afterward, the pale gray tabby wouldn't move from his nest - completely heart-broken. In the end, it was his sister, Ashwhisper, who talked him into leaving the clan and going after the love of his life.
Roan had been skulking around the edges of the territory, waiting for Jayflight to come to him. With the two lovers reunited, the toms ran. They traveled far and wide, never settling in one place for very long. Eventually, they ended up in some large city, which of course made Jayflight extremely uncomfortable. The two were huddling together in a cardboard box when a two-leg happened upon them and snatched them up. They were forced into a crate and put on a boat, made sick by the constant rocking of the waves.
One fateful night, a storm hit the ship. Their crate fell into the ocean and they drifted for a long while before washing up on the shore of an island that was barely inhibited by two-legs, mostly nature as far as the eye could see. A few other cats washed up on the shore from the wreck and others traveled from the twoleg village, but eventually, a small group formed, with the lovers as the leaders. Jayflight and a young molly named Clear were the first ones to find Moon Pool and with the connection to StarClan, it seemed like it was destiny.
Roan became Russetstar and Jayflight became his deputy. They built the clan from the ground up, teaching themselves and others how to swim and fish. Clear became Clearwater, the first medicine cat and she explored the herbs that were native to the island to find new remedies. All this came to be because two toms chose love before all else. That's why romance is so important to the clan, because, without it, we wouldn't have come to be.
Traditions Newborn Kits - The celebration of newborn kits is no small affair. Kittens are the future of our clan, little paws who will one day fight and hunt to keep CoastalClan thriving. The clan throws a huge feast, with prey shared between friends and family, lively mock-battles, swapped stories, and most importantly, well wishes for the new parents. Kin, or even friends, of the parents will often leave gifts for the parents outside the nursery.
Choosing Ceremony - This takes place a half-moon after an apprentice ceremony. Before this, the young cat is given a chance by all four possible ranks to learn what the job is like and if they have any aptitude for it. During a Choosing Ceremony, the apprentice is surrounded by the clan in a large circle and four stones are sat near them. One stone is pale gray and has the image of a feather drawn on it - this is the Hunter stone. The second stone is more reddish-brown and has a leaf painted on it which is the Collectors stone. The dark gray stone with claw marks on it is the Guard stone and the white stone with the imprint of a fossilized fish fin is the Fisher stone. The leader announces the apprentice's name and their parent's names. Then the apprentice chooses the stone that represents which path they'd like to follow and the leader assigns them a mentor from that rank. The Choosing Ceremony is closed with a swim between mentor and apprentice to form a bond.
Unity Ceremony - After a couple agrees to become mates, it is custom to plan a mating ceremony. This can take place a few days after the proposal or the next day, depending on how busy the clan is. The ceremony always takes place at sunset. Both partners are helped prepare for the ceremony on separate sides of Crescent Cove, usually by their friends and families. Their fur is perfumed with mint, rosemary, and vanilla. The whole clan gathers around the cove, though the cats nearest to the front are the family and friends closest to the pair. The couple meets at the center of the curved cove, right near the water's edge, where the leader/deputy and medicine cat is waiting for them. Each cat must choose their closest friend (acting as sort of a best man/bridesmaid) and they are called the Gift Bearers and once it's time to exchange words the mated cats will offer the other some type of trinket that they caught/found that is a symbol of their love, given to them by their Gift Bearer so that they don't have to carry it up themselves. Then they are relieved of their duties for the rest of the night spend their first night alone at Crescent Cove while the rest of the clan heads back to the camp for a small feast.
Leader/Deputy: "We gather under the wakening of Starclan so that they may witness these two souls merge for life. (medicine cat) will now adorn the two cats with a chain of flowers that symbolize their unity and give them Starclan's blessing." Then the medicine cat places a lei of flowers around the couple's necks.
Medicine Cat: "I bestow the blessing of Starclan upon these two cats so that their spirits shall always be connected, even in death. May the have a long, prosperous and fruitful life together."
Deputy: "Now may the Gift Bearers step forward and recognize the relationship of Blankface and Furpelt."
Gift Bearers: "We honor the relationship of Blankface and Furpelt." (They can also have the power to say that they don't.) Then they give the pair the gifts that they got each other.
The cats in love: "I give you this (trinket) because (explanation)."
Deputy, after the exchange of gifts: "With the influence of Starclan by your side, may you two live long lives together. Now share breath and tongues to bind your fate."
The cats in love: Touch noses then share tongues.
The clan cheers their names and then gives them a few more well wishes before beginning the journey back to camp. Flower Gathering - Taking place at least twice every season, many adult felines gather together and head out to Crescent Cove. Each cat that goes is given a flower to place behind their ear. If placed behind their left ear this signals that the cat has a partner and is in a committed relationship. If the flower is placed behind the right ear, then the cat is single and ready to mingle with others. Basically it's like a huge date night/mixer type of event.
New Leaders - When a deputy becomes a leader, they are given their nine lives by StarClan. When they arrive home from a trip to the Moon Pool, the clan will have made a new lei for the cat to wear on their head, as well as a larger one for their new deputy to wear around their neck.
Cursed Rocks - It is forbidden to take rocks from the main beach, as there is a superstition about this causing bad luck or bringing a curse down upon the cat who dares disturb the beach which gives them so much life - in the form of food.
Greetings - It is more than common for CostalClan cats to greet one another with a touch of noses. It can be considered both polite or personal, depending on how it's executed or how the cat's know one another. This is an exchanging of breath, which holds almost a spiritual part in the clan's belief system.
Clan Games - Once every full moon the clan cats will gather and those who have completed the pre-gathering assessment can compete in a series of challenges. Only 10 cats are allowed to compete in the games where the first round is a relay race of sorts, the first 4 cats that make it move on to the next round. In the hunting round the competing cats must find the two crabs buried in the sand, they'll have to use their hunting skills and the two cats that find them move on to the last round. In the last round, the remaining cats must mount a large driftwood log and battle it out to knock the other off-balance, in a game of best two out of three the cat that wins is named champion. They are gifted with a woven flower necklace and get to place their paw print along with the rock formations that make up Crescent Cove.
Territory & Camp Jagged Bluffs - a dangerous area. to be avoided for the most part. A tall and steep cliff-side at the edge of the territory where the water at the bottom is lined with sharp rocks. The soft dirt at the edge of the cliff-side makes it prone for the ground to give out and tumble down towards the water. An unfortunate fall off the edge for any cat would guarantee death. Cats are encouraged to stay away and apprentices are forbidden from coming here without their mentor keeping a close watch. Smaller prey is usually found around the area, hiding in the tall grasses or burrowing in the ground.
Velvet Dunes - soft sandy dunes that apprentices are trained on. Short hills of sand, the Velvet Dunes offer several flat surfaces for mentors to train their apprentices along the sandy coast. The sand always has a little give, causing battle training to be harder than usual but good practice for apprentices to get used to running on such terrain. Several of the dunes are covered in soft reeds that look golden from the sun. There are paths between each dune for cats to walk along, making it easy to go from one short hill to the other.
Crescent Cove - a little cove just outside of territory. Just outside of clan territory resides a small cove shaped like a crescent moon. The cove is blocked off from the rest of the beach by huge rock formations. The only way to get in is through a crawl space that is well hidden from outsiders, its location only known by clan cats. The sand is softer and brighter than the rest of the beach, paw-steps easily sink in and make it easy to fall asleep and lounge on. The water along the cove is shallow and a brilliantly, bright blue color where the stars clearly reflect in the pool of water at night. The cove is a popular spot amongst the clan cats to lay and relax when there's a lot of downtime, or when it's an especially hot day and one is looking to cool off in the clear waters of the cove.
Moon Pool - a small pool in a cave near the cove, where they meet with Starclan Near the cove is a small cave with an entrance just big enough for a cat to crawl through. Once inside, a cat must belly crawl further into the cave before the tunnel finally expands out. Inside there is a large, open space and a pool of clear, blue water. Medicine cats may only visit the Moon Pool when the moon is at it's fullest and at the highest point in the sky, only because it lines up perfectly with the opening in the roof of the cave. The moonbeams pour into the pool of water and illuminate the waters up until the very edge. That's when the cats may dip their faces into bright blue waters and be taken to visit Starclan. Rumor has it that while the cats are asleep, the cats with stars in their pelts will dance down from Starclan on the moonbeams and protect the living cats while they sleep.
Sea Star Grove - a big tide pool near camp that is filled with colorful starfish. A rather large tidal pool between the camp and the ocean that houses many different starfish of all shapes and sizes. There are large, flat rocks that surround the pool that allows cats to lounge on and watch the strange creatures move about. Traditionally, this is a romantic spot where cats frequent to confess their enamored feelings to one another. This spot was named after one of the first leaders of Coastalclan who had been quite the playtom until he finally settled down with his mate, having promised himself to her after discovering the tide pool full of starfish together. It's a tradition for the cat who is confessing to bring a sand dollar with them so that the two may break it together. How many 'doves' the broken sand dollar produces represents how well the relationship will turn out; few doves mean the relationship might not work out while a lot of doves means they were meant to be together. Cats may also interpret the doves as how many kits or litters they will have together.
Rockbound Bay - a rocky beach on one side of territory. A large beach on the other side of the territory that ends up connecting to Crescent Cove. It's mainly a rocky beach where the waves crash over and cause the surfaces to be rather slippery, thus making it hard to walk along. It's also a good place where sea birds like to perch on, often sitting together in small swarms so if you miss a bird it's not out of the question to turn around and hope to get another before they all fly away. Mollusks are also found between the wedges of rocks, good for harvesting, and eating from. The smooth and wet surfaces are perfect for seals and otters to rest on and as long as a cat doesn't bother them, they won't be bothered back.
The Vanishing Pools - these are the tide pools in territory, good place for prey. The Vanishing Pools are a cluster of tide pools along the edge of Rockbound Bay that house several small creatures. The Pools are great fun to relax around and watch the small sea life inside of the waters, they're also a good place to hunt for small crabs, sea sponges, or any type of shellfish. Cats are told to be careful of where they stick their paws in the water as they could be stung by a sea anemone or pricked by a sea urchin.
Clearwater Beach - the main beach, most hunting gets done here. Named after the clan's first medicine cat, this is the beach that Coastelclan's camp sits upon, it's also where most hunting and gathering is done. The sand on the beach is a very pale yellow, almost white when the sun is at its highest while the water is bright and clear turquoise. When the tide is low is a great time for cats to venture out and pick up little sea creatures that got left behind when the water has receded. The camp sits high up on the sands so even when the water is at its highest it's not even close to reaching the walls of the camp. There are many series and sections of reeds or tall beach grass that's good for hiding in when hunting, or to make nests out of.
Palm Circle - a wide clearing of palm trees, herbs grow here. Palm Circle is a wide clearing of palm trees that is full of floral growth. Many of the medicinal herbs are found and collected here, growing in the sandy soil just off of Clearwater Beach. A lot of the flowers bring in bees who make their beehives on some of the palm trees that encircle the clearing. If cats are careful then they may be able to extract some honey from the hives, or just hope enough drips onto some leaves. Occasionally some animals from The Wilds venture into the clearing and if that's the case then cats are to leave the area immediately.
The Wilds - the jungle which makes up half, or at least part of their territory The Wilds is the busy jungle that is right behind the beach territory of the clan, cats are forbidden from venturing too deep into the vines and trees as there are too many dangers lurking about. Sometimes two-legs will be lingering amongst the foliage but they never set foot onto the beach. Still, The Wilds are still part of the territory and are used for hunting but not much else, it's normally used as a last resort if there isn't much prey on the beach then a large patrol will be sent into the jungle to hunt and get out as quickly as possible.
Camp - the heart of CoastalClan CoastalClan makes their camp high on Clearwater beach, where there is little chance for them to be flooded by even the highest of tides. The clan still prepares for the worst however and their nests are built from reeds and woven in a way that allows them to float. The camp is settled deep within the tall beach grasses, encircled by large rocks and pieces of driftwood. The driftwood is sharp in areas and has been fortified to give the camp the appearance of a fortress beside the sea. Inside the camp is nice and airy, with a sand and grass floor. The sky is open and visible from nearly all angles, though there are little alcoves built into the camp walls for shelter when it rains. Only three dens reside within the camp, as most all CoastalClan cats sleep out under the stars. There is a wide clearing in the center with a smooth rock jutting out at the edge - this is Sun Rock, where the leader calls important clan meetings. Surrounding the clearing is softer sand, where the grasses have been flattened and worn, this is where nests are set up. Each cat usually has one nest that they made when they became an apprentice but placement is purely up to the felines. Families and friends often group together, no matter their age. The fresh kill pile rests on a pile of frond leaves and reeds in a small underground cave, which can be accessed through a tunnel. The cave is nearly always cool, which keeps prey fresher for longer amounts of time.
Leader Den - This den is settled on the backside of Sun Rock, made out of another rock which leans against it and creates a small but cozy little den for the leader and their mate if they have one. Medicine Den - The medicine cat den is by far the largest den, built to accommodate at least three patients plus the medicine cat and their apprentice. It's built from a large hollowed-out piece of driftwood, which is settled close to the camp wall. Cats have carved shelves into the wood over time with their claws, leaving great space for storage. Nursery - The nursery is a heavily protected den made up of palm leaves, reeds, and driftwood. The entrance is around the side and hard to see if you're not accustomed to looking for it. Inside it's as roomy as the den could be made with soft grass and moss placed down on the floor to keep the queens and kits comfortable.
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 10, 2020 19:53:10 GMT -5
Prey/Predator List Prey and Predator vary from each section of Coastalclan's territory. Cream = Prey Green = Predator Underline = Can be taken down by a group of cats
Jagged Bluffs - Mice, seabirds (gulls, puffins, pelicans, eagles), seals, otters.
Velvet Dunes - Snakes, Mice/shrews, spiders, beetles.
Crescent Cove - Not many animals are found here because it's so well closed off. However mice, beetles, spiders might be found in the rocks, the occasional crab, turtle or otter might come up from the water
The Vanishing Pools - shore crabs, sea sponges
Rockbound Bay - sea birds, mollusks. Seals and otters may come up and bask on the rocks
Clearwater Beach - sea birds, fish, crabs, the occasional octopus or horseshoe crab
Palm Circle - mice/shrews, frogs, snakes, bees (good for honey), You'd likely also find mongoose, deer, and bats hanging around the circle. Feral cattle, pigs and goats are quite dangerous and should be avoided.
The Wilds -Many birds and insects of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Mice. Feral pigs, jaguars, mongoose, snakes, owls, tapirs, monkeys, and foxes. Most animals found in the wilds are dangerous, some could likely be hunted by a team of hunters.
Herb List Gumbo-limbo - these trees are thick trunked canopy trees with red, constantly peeling bark. They grow near the two-leg village and were once tapped, giving the cats access to the resin within. This can be used topically to help with rashes, sores, and insect bites.
Soursop - a tree which bears large green fruits. The medium sized leaves can be harvested and chewed into a pulp that is useful as an anti-inflammatory. It's great for back-pains and joint problems. Sometimes will be used to fight infections.
Noni - the fruits of this particular tree smell awful, like stale sweat almost. The plant grows both by the shores and deep in the jungle. The juice or even the fruits in severe cases can be taken to help with stomach and intestinal issues. When applied topically it can also be an anti-inflammatory.
Snakewood - a hollow trunked tree with massive leaves and a thin, worm-like fruit - which is adored by birds and bats alike. The leaves when chewed into a pulp are used as a cure for snakebites and rashes. The fruits can also be turned into a pulp which is used to combat sore-throats, colds, and can even be used as a mild calming agent.
Gavilana - is a large leafy herb that grows in the tropics, that is rather bitter. The leaves can be chewed up and placed on wounds to help battle infection.
Sleeping Lady - these plants are sensitive and close when touched, which are where the name comes from. This is great for calming cats and inducing sleep, often used to treat insomnia, depression, and panic-attacks. Also good for calming muscle spasms and nerve pain.
Aloe Vera - Dark green, mostly stem-less plant with long, thick fleshy leaves that fan out from the center. Filled with soothing gel that is great for treating burns and skin irritations.
Anise - Tall plant with yellow or white flowers and oblong shaped fruit. The fruit is great for treating snake bites.
Basil - Tall plant with large, dark green leaves and small, white flowers. It's a catch-all type of herb that medicine cats keep regularly stocked as it helps ease stomach spasms, gas, and colds. It can also help with a loss of appetite and regulate blood circulation. Nursing mothers often take basil after kitting to improve their milk production.
Brahmi - It has small flowers that are light purple or white in color with no more than four or five petals. It has a bitter and sweet taste. It is great as a memory enhancer and can relieve anxiety. It also promotes sleep, strengthens the immune system, relieves arthritis pain, reduces swelling, and helps with dry skin.
Coriander - The small tan seeds of a small plant with asymmetrical pink flowers. The seeds can be ingested to boost the immune system and fight infections.
Cinnamon Bark - Peeled from the trunk of a sharp smelling evergreen, this bark is great for reducing spasms, reducing fevers, and stimulating appetite.
Clove - The flowering buds from an evergreen with small white flowers. Cloves are usually used to treat cats with minor colds and infections.
Comfrey - Small plant with large, broad leaves and small, purple bell-shaped flowers. Roots can be chewed into a poultice to treat broken bones, soothe open wounds, and heal wrenched or twisted claws. The leaves can ease stiffness in muscles and reduce swelling.
Garlic - Strong smelling plant with white roots. Can be chewed and ingested to combat sickness. Can be applied to bites and scratches to prevent infection. It's strong smell can also disguise scent.
Ginger - This sweet smelling root can be chewed to help with nausea or applied to relief muscle pain, inflammation, and other general pain.
Bayberry - Evergreen shrub with leaves that spiral around the stems and small reddish-purple fruits. Fruits can be eaten to reduce fevers or used in poultices as a topical aid. If too much of the juices are ingested it can cause a cat to loose their balance and lower their inhibitions.
Horseradish - Thick, low lying plant with large, crinkly leaves that have ragged edges and tall white flowers on thin stalks. The roots can be swallowed to help ease colds, treat sinus infections, relief pain, ease toothaches, and aid in digestion.
Lime - A tall, thorny bush with round leaves that are narrow in the middle(hourglass shaped). The leaves can be chewed to relieve stress, applied topically to reduce swelling, or made into a poultice to combat fleas and ticks. The tree also has large, round fruits that are highly dangerous if eaten.
Lemongrass - Tall, fern-like grass plant that gives off a faint sharp fruit smell. It is chewed for pain relief, and can reduce fevers and swelling. Kitting mothers can chew this to help their kitting along.
Mint - Small plant with many small, triangular leaves. The plant has a very sharp scent and taste. When chewed it can ease a mild cough, headaches, and general aches and pains. It can be rubbed on a queen's belly to encourage kits to nurse. Often used on a dead body to mask the scent of death.
Neem - Tree with long, skinny leaves and white, fragrant flowers. It can be used as to reduce swelling and often given to cats sick with colds.
Nutmeg - The ground seeds from a dark leaved evergreen. Medicine cats use a small rock to crush the seeds. This technique was learned from seagulls who drop oysters from great heights to break them. It can be swallowed to reduce pain.
Spike Plant - Skinny plants with long stems, sparse leaves, and tiny purple flowers. When swallowed, the leaves can ease colds and minor coughs.
Parsley - Low lying plant with broad, crinkly leaves and tiny clumps of yellow or white flowers. No real use although can be used to stop milk flow in queens who have lost their litters. Is known to be poisonous to birds.
Pepper - Cultivated by grinding the fruit of a flowering vine, pepper is a great swelling reducer and pain reliever. It can also suppress appetites so it's often used in traveling herbs.
Rosemary - Low lying evergreen with needle-like leaves and pink, purple, or white flowers. It has a distinct smell and the leaves can be swallowed to induce vomiting.
Saragundi - Leafy plant with broad leaves and big orange-yellow flowers. Can be used to ease rashes.
Thyme - Has very small, narrow and elliptical, dark leaves. Small, pink stemmed buds grow out of the topmost leaves. Thyme is generally combined with other herbs. Alone can be eaten to treat headaches and toothaches.
Turmeric - Tall, distinctly shaped plants with yellow-orange cone shaped stems. At the top of the cone the leaves are normally white or green and every so often sprout a large purple flower. The roots can be ground and/or chewed to reduce swelling and relieve arthritis pain. Often taken with pepper to increase effectiveness.
Vanilla - Green seed pods from a broad-leaved plant with small yellow flowers. It is a great fever reducer. Like the mint it can be applied to queens bellies to encourage nursing.
Climate [x] Low Tide - the water is pretty low during the warmer months, allowing for more prey to be caught. The heat can get to very high, very intense temperatures during this time.
Storm Tide - this is a time during the end of Low Tide and the beginning of Quick Tide, where tropical storms are incredibly common.
Quick Tide - coming down from Storm Tide, the waters are still a bit choppy and can be a bit harsher to swim against.
High Tide - despite not experiencing cold weather, High Tide is when the heat subsides to a much cooler, more comfortable level. However, the water can be very cold making it dangerous to swim in.
Slow Tide - the water is beginning to calm itself down and storms are very rare during this season, though it does rain often.
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A Albatross B Barb Bay Berry Blue Bright C Chia Conch Coral Crab Cuttle D Dove Dune E Egret F Fern Foam G Golden H Hibiscus (future) Honey I Isle J Jaguar K Prefix L Lagoon Lion Little Lotus M Mango Mantis Mako Morning N Prefix O Orchid Otter P Pale Palm Pearl Pelican (future) Plumeria Puffin (future) Q Prefix R Rain Razor Reef Ripple S Salt Scorch Scree Seagull Shadow Shark Shell Shrimp Stingray (future) Storm T Tall Tern Thistle Tide Tumble U Prefix V Prefix W Wind X Prefix Y Prefix Z Prefix
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 10, 2020 19:53:52 GMT -5
Allegiances
Leader
γ Seagullstar γ 38 moonsβ β βtomβ β β heterosexualβ β β There isn't a ton of bulk or over the top muscle to this tom, he's more on the leaner side of the spectrum with long agile limbs and a slender body. Seagullstar is taller than your average cat and has a long, thin tail. His pelt is mainly a silvery ash gray, which has darker gray - nearly black - stripes running through it. The only exceptions are his toes, which are each a soft white, and a patch on his chest. This patch trails up his throat, onto his chin, and to the right side of his face where it covers his eye. He has dark hazel eyes, which shift colors depending on the way the light reflects off them. Mostly they're a golden green, but they can appear more hare brown as well. Seagullstar is a thoughtful tom who relies on his intelligence rather than his brawn. He's a fair minded leader who always tries to find the best solutions to problems and often thinks of others before himself. Becoming a leader so young often causes him to second guess himself - as though his youth and inexperience make him less capable as a leader. He can be quiet and a bit closed off, especially when the doubts settle in. Seagullstar is prone to getting lost in his own head and is usually found thinking deeply while staring off into the waves. The tom is considerate and even-tempered, making him a good mediator and voice of reason within stressful situations. He was born into the clan with five siblings - three of which died soon after their birth from kitten-cough. Seagullstar was the runt of his litter and quite small, no one really expected him to last very long. He surprised his parents and clan by fighting through his kittenhood and making it to become an apprentice. He was a shy apprentice with tall, gawky limbs that he hadn't quite grown into yet. Shellsplash, then Shellpaw, ended up helping him to have more confidence. He became a Hunter and worked his tail off to make sure that the clan was well fed. The former leader, Daystar, had noticed this hard work and admired this, making him the youngest deputy to date. He fell in love with Shellsplash and worked up the nerve to ask her to be his mate. Daystar died a few moons after, leaving Seagullstar a young leader. His siblings are Palefeather and Tallfin. His father is Rippleclaw. little blu β₯ Deputy
γ Albatrossdive γ61 moonsβ β βtomβ β βheteroβ β βdeputyAlbatrossdive looms. He is tall and composed of angles; structured with defined lines delineating a distinct boundary between where he is, and where he is not. Between what he is, and what he is not. Albatrossdive is loud, well-muscled, and jovial. He is not pretentious, fickle, nor ever on time. There is no soft fur on Albatrossdive; all the remnants of baby-fuzz have been eroded away or else were clawed off. He has an oriental build, with long limbs, large ears, and a wedge-shaped head. Albatrossdive is a pale brown-gray; his coat is like a tennis ball insofar that some people may perceive him as a creamy-brown and others a warm-gray. His flanks are marbled by warm-dark-gray stripes following the classic tabby pattern. His eyes are a muted dying-grass green outlined by white rims, and his nose, brown. Albatrossdive is tenacious and driven. He was neither expecting to be named deputy nor surprised by the choice. He is a good warrior. He is ambitious. He is level-headed, optimistic, and willing to tread the fine line to try and mediate towards peace. Albatrossdive could be called, βstupid goodβ, because he is so determined to find the best in others that he will devise all-sorts of post-hoc explanations for others moral violations. His desire to find a silver-lining is near pathological. This is not to say that he is not serious, or averse to giving out punishments, but he is, to a fault, forgiving. He tries to see the cat beyond simply the behavior. Albatrossdive strives for empathy. This nature shines through in battles. Albatrossdive is honorable. He has never killed. He tries to disable his opponents while hurting them as little as possible He has come out with more scars because of this. He is missing a tip of his right ear; his face is bisected by a scar that stretches from under one eye across his nose. Though level-headed and slow-to-anger, when Albatrossdive snaps he snaps hard. This can cause... problems.Because he is inclined to explain away others behavior, he often unintentionally invalidates those who have been hurt or victimized and can be oblivious to how his actions affect others, acting as if others know his intentions and will assume the best in him. This lead him to gain notoriety as a bit of a player when he was younger, when what he thought was harmless flirting was him leading people on and then never giving them closure. Suffice to say, Albatrossdive has a mixed reputation, though no one can deny that he is a good warrior and loyal to his clan. Though, he places little stock in StarClan or tradition. Albatrossdive also makes dad jokes a lot. Albatrossdive was the brother of Sheerwater, who recently died in a random accident, and the uncle of Dovepaw. ππ«π’ππ« β₯ Medicine Cat γ Coralshine γ 35 moonsβ β β molly β β β lesbian β β β Coralshine is a very lean and thin she-cat, she's got slender limbs and a long, feathery tail. Coralshine has medium-length, russet red fur, which runs a bit paler red than her sisters. The fur on her chest, underbelly, and tail is a ginger-white while a dark, burgundy stripe runs from the top of her head along her spine. She's got long, thin whiskers as well as ears that look almost too big for her round head. Her eyes sit right above her pink nose and are a sharp yellow color with a ring of green around her pupils. Coralshine is a patient, caring, and slow to anger cat who is passionate about her craft and the art of healing. She will go out of her way to help any cat, no matter who they are. Her job will always come first whether that means holding off on sleeping or eating, the patient will always be her first priority, her sister comes in at a close second. Ever since her parents died, Coralshine has always harbored this regret of not having done enough to save them, despite being very young and very fresh in her apprenticeship. Born in Coastalclan, Coralshine grew up alongside her sister, Mangotuft, with their parents, Redsand and Dawnheart, raising them as best they could. Growing up, Coralshine was much more carefree as a kitten, loving to play and wrestle with her sister. She was excited when she was chosen to be the clans next healer, but not excited when her parents were rushed into the medicine cats den, beaten and torn up from a jaguar attack. The molly never imagined the first lives she'd lose as a medicine cat would be her parents. Coralshine is her sister. πππππ’ Medicine Cat Apprenticeγ Tumblepaw γ 8 moonsβ β βtomβ β βasexualβ β βmedicine cat apprentice Tumblepaw has the looks of a cat that no one can take seriously. He's awfully short, with legs that are far too tiny for his body. His dusty brown fur is wild and tangled, though not due to neglect - it's just that no amount of grooming will ever keep it in check. He has a splash of white on his nose and chest, and one white paw (front right). Tumblepaw has wide, amber eyes that seem almost too bright. He's cheerful and optimistic, always willing to look for the best in cats. Tumblepaw thinks that things will always work out for the best, and he believes deeply that StarClan has a plan for everyone and everything. He has a very strong belief in StarClan, and fears anything related to the Deep Dark immensely. This also makes him very gullible to horror stories that other cats might tell to mess with him. Fitting to his name, Tumblepaw is incredibly clumsy, prone to tripping over his own short legs. He's absolutely hopeless at pouncing at prey or fighting. Despite what one might believe, this wasn't his drive to become a medicine cat. Tumblepaw absolutely loves learning and memorizing, finding it relaxing to sort the herbs and know all their names and smells. Tumblepaw was born to a respected CoastalClan hunter, Thornstrike, and his mate Minnowpelt. Minnowpelt was extremely weak during her kitting, and died shortly after. Thornstrike tried to be the best father he could be for his children, trying to teach them about his warrior duties. Tumblekit, however, was completely untalented at all of them, and spent much of his time padding around after Coralshine. Thornstrike and his son grew distant, and Thornstrike was disappointed in him when he chose the path of a medicine cat, though he tried not to express it. His father is Thornstrike, his mother Minnowpelt is deceased. highprince The Council [2 spots remaining]
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 20:08:36 GMT -5
Guards
γ Brightshell γ 79 moonsβ β β molly β β β heterosexual β β β guard Brightshell is short-furred, well muscled she-cat. She's got a peaches and cream colored coat with slightly darker golden tabby markings. her muzzle, chest, and underbelly are all white. The she-cat has a slightly small yet angular face adorned with a bright pink nose and eyes that are blue as the oceans waters. Brightshell is a hard-working cat, taking her duties seriously as she would rather get lost in her work before dealing with her problems head on. Ever since she was young, Brightshell has always found it difficult to communicate her feelings and tends to be rather passive in situations, however since getting older she's learned to speak her mind a lot more. Despite being a rather docile molly, Brightshell can recognize when someone is trying to walk over her and will never hesitate to call them out for him, however she tends to take a more indirect route. Others would also describe the tough she-cat as independent, considerate, and a fierce fighter. Brightshell grew up alongside her sisters, Sandshimmer and Aloetail, not having the best relationship with the latter. As an apprentice, Brightshell grew close to Daystar, Daypaw at the time, and swiftly fell in love with the tom. Unfortunately she never got to express her feelings for him as Aloetail swooped in after realizing her sisters affections. Wanting the best for the tom that she loved, Brightshell soon blended into the background, supporting her best friend as she had to watch him with her sister at his side. Over the seasons, Brightshell learned of Aloetail's affairs and when she found she could no longer support their relationship anymore, she confronted Daystar about it and in the same breath ended up confessing to him. She later found out she was expecting his kits and once Goldenkit and Lionkit were born, there were discussions of Daystar breaking off his relationship with Aloetail so that he and Brightshell could be together, but before that could happen the leader lost his last life. In order to deal with her grief, as soon as she was able, Brightshell went back to her warrior duties but her love for her sons never ceased, always wanting the best for them and spending all of her spare time with them whenever possible, cherishing the two as they are the last connection of Daystar she has and the proof of their love. Her sons are Goldentide and Lionwish, her sisters were Sandshimmer and Aloetail. Tiderunner is her nephew, and Orchidbloom is her niece. Brightshell will take the secret of her sons father to her grave. πππππ’
γ Bluewave γ 53 moonsβ β β tom β β β heterosexual β β β guard Normally adorned with an intense expression, Bluewave is a thick-furred, toned tom. His pelt is a gray-blue color overall, though he does have a white muzzle and a white patch on his chest that resembles an upside down triangle. The only color on the white parts of his pelt is his gray chind. Bluewave has pale green eyes with flecks of hazel. A long scar runs just under his left eye down to his chin from an unfortunate run-in with a fox back when he was younger. Bluewave is a quiet tom with a serious nature. It's hard to tell what he's thinking as he's always got a poker face. Bluewave is much more of an observer and this directly translates to his duties as a guard for the clan. He's strong-willed and isn't so easily tempted, he's also the kind of tom that makes sure others have had their meal before he gets something to eat. Bluewave is very thoughtful and meticulous about his work, one of his flaws being that he'll put his duty before his family. Despite this, he has a great love for his mate and his kits, at least attempting to find the time to visit them, but otherwise he might as well be a stranger to his own kittens. Bluewave was born to Floatingpetal and Wrassefur along with his twin brother, Driftdune. Despite his mother being much younger than his father, she ended up passing before him after getting sick and being unable to recover. Moons later Bluewave and Driftdune were newly made warriors, both being guards and one day while on patrol they ran into a fox. The two fought the predator off, both sustaining injuries but Driftdune succumbed to his sunrises later. Sometime after, Bluewave had asked Windsurf to be his mate, the two eventually having kits after trying for some time. His father is Wrassefur. His sons are Jaguarpaw and Dunepaw, his daughters are Chiapaw and Berrypaw. πππππ’
γ Morningrain γ 51 Moonsβ β βTom (Cis)β β βPansexualβ β βGuard Morningrain is a dainty-looking cat, often mistaken for a molly at a distance with his slim features and elegant body shape. His fur is short and smooth with a noticeably fluffy chest, jet-black in color with silver-grey dapples running down his back and along the upper portions of his legs. He has a grey chin and large, sleepy-looking eyes. His left eye bright amber, while the right is pale grey, clouded up by a cataract. Morningrain is known for his even temper and seemingly lazy personality, often found sleeping in the sun when heβs not busy. Despite this, he can be a savage foe when sufficiently aggravated, and as he rarely gives a sign of his anger until he snaps, it can be dangerously difficult to judge his current temperment. He enjoys spending time with his kits and telling them stories, particularly of the variety meant to shock and frighten. His easy-going and personable nature has given him a good reputation among his clanmates, though some remain wary of his temper. Morningrain was born to Brighttail and Drizzlefoot, and knew early on that he wanted to be a guard- and also developed his crush on Plumeriabreeze quite early. He began developing a cataract in his right eye soon after he began his training, but was determined to achieve his goals, and persisted in becoming a guard even as the sight in his eye rapidly dwindled to nothing. His apprenticeship ended up lasting several moons longer than normal so that he could be trained to account for his blindspot, but he eventually was gifted his full name. Morningrain eventually entered a romance with Plumeriabreeze, who mothered his kits. His mother died soon after his kits were born, with his father following shortly after. Kits are Reefpaw, Sharkpaw, and Pearlpaw. Morningrain is blind in his right eye. @nettles
γ Thistletongue γ50 moons βββ Tom β β βHeterosexual ββ βGuard Thistletongue is a large, dark brown Tom. He has unusually large white paws. With a white muzzle and ears. He has the darkest green eyes, that almost pierce someoneβs soul. Thistletongue has a stub for a tail.; This Tom definitely lives up to his name. As he is very hot-headed and very easily angered. He has a sharp tongue, and lashes out quite often, especially to you get cats. He has no patience for kits, and often scares them away from him. Though even with his bad temper, he is extremely loyal to his clan, Thistletongue will be the first to throw himself into danger, to protect his clanmates, especially the younger cats. Thistletongue was the first born to his parents, Sharptalon and Breezesong. He has two sisters, one was still-born. The other is Windsurf. His sister and him, donβt have the greatest relationship, due to their clashing personalities. He has a quite a closeness to his mother, often protective of her, especially as she gets older. He spent his apprenticeship, training hard and keeping away from the other apprentices. He didnβt want to be distracted. While most that he trained with, have families and mates of their own, he does not. He is open to finding a mate still, and maybe even the possibility of having kits of his own. Mother is Breezesong. Father is Sharptalon. Sister is Windsurf. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯
γ Goldentide γ 39 moonsβ β βtomβ β βbisexualβ β βguard There is little doubt where the tom gets his prefix from, seeing as he is pretty much golden from head to toe. He has thicker fur that is rather soft and feathery, particularly on his tail. His base coat is more of a sandy blonde and he has darker honey colored tabby stripes, which become brown on his face between his eyes, around his feet, and the tip of his tail. He has light golden amber eyes. Goldentide is built for strength, with broad shoulders and powerful legs and paws. He works hard through training to maintain his muscular build. Four long scars rest from the bottom of his chest, all the way to the middle of his stomach from a close call with a jaguar he had a few moons ago. Dedicated to his work and to the clan, he works hard and often pushes himself beyond his limits in order to better serve the clan. He has a hard time relaxing, always feeling there is more work to be done and more responsibilities he could take on. Goldentide is a leader and prefers to be in charge, rather than following orders. He can be bossy and demanding, especially as a mentor. He doesn't take kindly to excuses and is a nonsense kind of tom, though there are times when his tough-guy facade falls. He's seen many dangers in his life and as a result, he tends to be protective of those weaker than him, or of cats, he cares about. Goldentide is a reliable fighter to have at your back but tends to struggle when it comes to fishing, not that he likes to admit this failure out loud. His mother Brightshell was a hard-working single mother who did her best to raise her kits on her own. She left the nursery after Goldentide and his brother were weaned, returning to her warrior duties. Still, her love for them was never really in doubt. Goldentide did often wonder who his father was but every time he tried to ask his mother she would shut him down. He never really brings it up anymore. His brother is Lioncrest and his cousins are Tiderunner and Orchidbloom. little blu β₯
γ Crabclaw γ 30β β β male β β β straight β β βguard (council) Crabclaw is a pale ginger tom with dark tabby stripes. He has square muzzle sitting under a pair of bright, amber eyes. Crabclaw is coarse and sometimes over-confident. He is constantly training to be the best warrior he can be- even from a young age he could often be found coercing clanmates into teaching him moves he would practice endlessly. Though he may not be the nicest cat, no one can deny he is a hard worker and will do anything to uphold the warrior code. His charisma skills are quite strong and he is quite the charmer when it suits him. Crabclaw is quite one-sighted- solely focused on keeping his clan safe. Crabclaws' biggest pet peeve is when someone canβt understand something he finds to be easy. This doesnβt mean he dislikes cats who arenβt very smart, it just means that when someone canβt understand something, he doesnβt always know how to explain it differently. *MorningGlory*
γ Scorchstreak γ30 Moons βββ Tom β β β Heterosexual β β βGuard Scorchstreak is a muscular, tall Tom, with large paws and long claws. He has bright orange fur, with ashy colored streaks. His paws, muzzle, and chest, are all an ashy black. He has bright green eyes, with streaks of yellow in them. His right ear has been completely shredded down to his head, though he can still hear just as well. He has the claw marks of where a jaguar caught him in a fight, though after some healing, the Tom survived to tell the tail, leaving scars to show the proof.; Scorchstreak is a patient Tom, with a burning desire to protect and help his clan. He is one to offer to help with anything, no matter if the task is in his line of duties or not. He has a softness for kits, no matter whoβs they are, and a sternness for apprentices, knowing thatβs what they need to Keep them focused. He tries to be the best he can be for his clan, but especially for his mate. He has eyes, only for her. Scorchstreak has grown a bit of wisdom after his near-death experience. He often tries to find a better approach to things, than just jumping into a fight. Whether it be a better fighting strategy or to trap something. He has the hardest time, when something happens to his clanmates, especially if he is around, often blaming himself if he could not prevent their injury or death. He has a pure joy and happiness, at the fact he is becoming a father, and canβt help but boast about it. Scorchstreak was born to a fast hunter(as a father) and a gentle Collector(as a mother). He is one of three kits, him being the middle born kit. Scorchstreak was close to his siblings, and his father. Though, even closer to his mother. He respected her kindness, and her love, for not only her family, but every single cat in her clan. She holds a wisdom, he only hopes to achieve one day. Scorchstreak spent his apprenticeship, earning respect from the older guards. He dedicated his time, to learning how to be a strong and skillful cat, wanting to do more than just the duties of a guard. He settled as a guard for his clan, though he is quite skilled in other aspects as well, and not afraid to help with other duties. His number one goal, is to protect his family and his clan, no matter what the cost. And that is why he received the title of a guard. As an apprentice, Scorchstreak found himself padding after Stormecho, his soul being pulled towards her. He became quite loving and gentle towards her, protective of her. Soon after finishing his training and becoming a guard, he had Stormecho to be his mate, ecstatic when she said yes. He is now expecting kits with her, and has never felt such love and happiness in his life. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ Open
Hunters
γ Rainsplash γ70 Moons βββ Tom β β β Heterosexual β β βHunter Rainsplash is a small, lithe white Tom, with short fur. He has grayish, blue raindrop specks, dappling his entire body. His tail has rings of black all along it. Rainsplash has a long, narrow muzzle, and tall pricked ears. Even though he is small in size, he is quite fast, making him quite an excellent hunter.; Rainsplash is quite the loyal, Tom. He does not get angered, easily. He is even-tempered and one to think before reacting to things. He is one of the last to eat, always wanting his clanmates to get their fill, before him. You will often see him taking prey to the elders or queens, wanting them to be comfortable and their bellies full, at all times. He has a massive amount of respect for his leader and deputy, as well as his medicine cat. Ready to stand by the decisions his leader makes, no matter who agrees with it. He feels dedicated to helping his clanmates find happiness and love, often overlooking his urge to have a mate, someone who is close to him, and loves him. No matter where he came from. Rainsplash is one of the first to be up and one of the last to go to bed, always wanting to give to his clan and do all he can for them. Rainsplash was once a kitten outside of the clan. He had wondered away from his parents, right into the heart of the wilds. A jaguar went after him, and in an attempt to save him, his parents both were slaughtered. The young kit had ran from the scene, as fast as his little legs would carry him. He ended up in the heart of clan territory. And when found, He couldnβt remember where he belonged. Only that his parents were gone. He was accepted into the clan, and fought to prove he belonged and that he was family, not by blood, but by heart, to the cats of Costalclan. Even being an outcast at a young age, he grew quite fond of his clanmates, vowing to protect and give to them, for the rest of his life. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯
γ Egretstorm γ60 Moons βββ She-cat β β β Heterosexual β β βHunter Egretstorm is a slender, slightly fluffy(Medium-furred) she-cat with a light cream colored pelt(Almost white). With grayish, blue lilac point features. She has light gray splotches on her flank, almost like clouds. She has big, dark blue eyes, that always have a faraway look in them.; Egretstorm, once a gentle and loving she-cat, has grown tough and sharp. She is not afraid to put her paw down and firmly take a stand to any cat. She has grown to despise the customs of love in her clan, often keeping to herself and missing out on the ceremonies. She has a passionate love for her kits, and would do anything for them. She has become overly protective of them, often thinking they deserve even better than what they have in life. She has a gentle softness towards her daughter, Shellsplash, who is expecting kits. Egretstorm was an only kit, very loved and protected by her parents. She lost her father at a young age, soon after her apprenticeship started, due to a snakebite. And soon after becoming a hunter, her mother passed, due to sickness. When she was a young Hunter, Tapirtail and her had become very close, and soon became mates. Not long after, they had kits, Shellsplash, Razorwing, and Fernwish. When her mate Tapirtail was killed by a jaguar, the she-cat hardened and became less soft with the world. Her heart is broken and you can read it quite often in her eyes. She aches with the pain of missing her mate. The one thing that has softened her slightly, is that her daughter Shellsplash is expecting kits. Mother to Shellsplash, Razorwing, and Fernwish. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ γ Piperstorm γ 58 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βheterosexualβ β βhunter The molly is tall and thin, with long legs and a slender tail and a more delicate frame. Her fur is a light brown with dark brown mackerel tabby stripes, which grow thicker on her tail and legs. Deeper, almost ginger fur rests above her nose, on her cheeks, toes, and tail-tip. She has short white whiskers and rounded ears. Her right hind paw is white, which matches the small patch on her chest and her tail-tip. Piperstorm has wide, round green eyes. There isn't anything showy about this huntress, she doesn't like being the center of the attention and the smiles of those around her are enough of a thanks. She has always been someone who does her work thoroughly and completely, but doesn't expect anything in return - in fact the molly can become uncomfortable when offered too much praise or thanks. Piperstorm is independent and doesn't appreciate having to rely on others, it makes her feel weaker. Her sarcastic humor often gets the better of her and her teasing words can be taken as rude. Though she doesn't like apologizing, she will if she knows that she's genuinely hurt someone's feelings - if that wasn't her intention in the first place. Determined and strong-willed, Piperstorm can be a force of nature when the passion strikes her, which is probably where her suffix came from. She isn't one to give up on her goals and dreams and is actually rather ambitious. Loyal to the core, this molly would give anything for her clan and has served many moons proving this point. Younger cats often bring out the need to nurture, though whether she's any good at it is questionable. Piperstorm lost her mother at an early age, being raised by her father and older brothers. She was always more of a tomboyish molly anyway and it wasn't helped by her mostly male influence. Her best friend, Turtleheart, grew up with her in the nursery and they were closer than two coconuts in a tree. While she focused on serving the clan, Turtleheart fell in love and fell pregnant with kits. Piperstorm was over the moon, beyond excited to help raise the little fluffballs. Unfortunately this joy was cut short when her best friend died during childbirth and three of her kits were stillborn. That left only little Echokit. The tiny tom stole her heart and since his father never stepped up, she adopted him and tried to raise him to the best of her abilities. While Piperstorm doesn't have the best maternal instincts, she really does try hard to give Echokit the best life, in honor of Turtleheart. Father was Palmbelly and her older brothers are Albacoreblaze and Barracudasnarl. She had an older sister, Puffpaw who died during a shark attack while fishing. little blu β₯ γ Lotusfin γ46 Moons β β βFemale β β βHomosexual β β βHunter Lotusfin is a cream colored she-cat with blue-points. Her eyes are similar to her brothers Shrimpclaw except her eye shape is a bit more round. She has a knick on her ear and a scar on the bridge of her nose. The cream colored she-cat is very optimistic she tries to find some good in any given situation. She is very proud of her skills so proud that if she doesn't catch any prey rumour has it she stays out there and doesn't come back until she brings back food for the Clan. She can be pretty compulsive with her decisions and it gets her into trouble; she often doesn't think and just acts. Lotusfin was the first born in the litter she had gained the respect of her family as she grew up to be a hunter, although she felt bad for her brother Shrimpclaw. While she was doing great he was struggling but when he did manage to do great accomplishments their parents never really saw that but she did. She often try and make him feel better but he didn't want to hear it from her and walk away. She didn't have the greatest relationship with him and it made her sad. ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π» γ Lioncrest γ39 moons β β βtom β β βhomosexual β β βhunter Lioncrest does, in fact, look like a lion. He's large, broad-shouldered and muscular, with sleek fur everywhere except for his neck and tail, where the fur is much thicker. His golden color isn't very bright, which makes it easier for him to blend in with the dunes. He has tabby markings, though they are very pale, and only really noticeable on his face, legs, and tail. His muzzle, chest, underbelly, and tail are white. Lioncrest isn't the brightest cat in the clan, but he means well. He puts his brawn over his brains when it comes to solving problems, and prefers to take orders rather than taking charge. However, he will put his foot down if he thinks something is a really bad idea or would put his clanmates in danger. Lioncrest absolutely adores his clan and all his clanmates, even those that might not be so kind, or might not appreciate his adoration. He treats everyone with kindness, though it isnt' uncommon for him to be visibly disappointed if it gets thrown back in his face. He's gullible and too willing to forgive, unwilling to think ill of even those that hurt him. Lioncrest is the son of Brightshell and the brother of Goldentide. She returned to her warrior duties quicker than most queens, and Lioncrest was incredibly disappointed, feeling lonely. However, he tried to see the best in the situation and forgave Brightshell, reasoning that she still cared about them. He's always thought of himself as very close to his brother, thinking that as littermates, they should stick together through thick and thin. He's never cared very much about figuring out who his father is. His mother is Brightshell, his brother is Goldentide, and his cousins are Tiderunner and Orchidbloom highprince γ Tallfin γ 38 moonsβ β βtomβ β β???β β βhunter Is that a rock? β oh wait, no, itβs just Tallfin. Spot the difference. Itβs tricky. Tallfin is a tall, slender silver and white tom-cat with angular features and up-turned pale green eyes. He is long-legged and foxy in appearance, with a brush-tail and thin medium-length fur. The base of his coat is a light silver with defined dark-gray-almost-black marbled stripes; marble white spots are carved out across his face, over his muzzle, around his neck and back, and then across his front two legs. His entire tail is, distinctly, also white. Tallfin tends to hold himself with practiced poise, as if feigning at royalty. He is elegant. He is pretentious. His nose is a soft pink. Tallfin is a drawn out instrumental opening to a song; when the lyrics hit, it catches you off guard even though you were waiting for them. When Tallfin speaks out, it catches you off guard. His opinion is generally respected, given that he is the stoic, intelligent, and well-spoken brother-of-the-leader. Tallfin and Seagullstar are alike in many ways; they are both pensive, drifting between being-present and in-thought, and even-tempered. Tallfin is not as selfless as his brother, though. He wrestles with himself often. Not with second-guesses or insecurity, but about which path he ought to tread. Perhaps, in another life, Tallfin would have made a good philosopher. He thinks too big too much. He is weighing everything at once. Tallfinβs introspective nature is often read as aloof, unapproachable, and dreamy. He finds it difficult to make friends, and struggles with small-talk. Compounding this, his tendency to question everything often causes strife; Tallfin questions the morality of StarClan, he pushes back, he will point out the holes in your argument with dog-tooth padding. He himself is morally ambiguous. Tallfin seeks excellence and truth. He is led by his head more than his heart, although he has a soft-spot for kits and his siblings. Tallfin is a good hunter but struggles with overthinking in battle (he cannot just act), making him more useful as a strategist. Tallfin is prone to depressive episodes, βcause cats got them mental health problems too yo. Tallfin earned his name after he stumbled upon a sailfish trapped in some netting while hunting near Rockbound bay. He alerted his clan-mates and, working together, they were able to beach the fish and bring it back to camp. Tallfin is the son of Rippleclaw and the brother of Seagullstar and Palfeather. γ Ternwing γ
36 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βheterosexualβ β βhunter Ternwing is a lean and modest she-cat. Her coat is a short mix of black-and-white, and it always shines from a recent grooming. Her posture is upright, and she keeps her wedge-shaped head held high. Her yellow eyes, which are rather pale and watered-down, are wary but expressive, and have always revealed more than she would like them to. She prefers to keep her feelings private, after all. Her disposition is retiring, and her manners are sober. She is a practical individual, though, and despite her inherent meekness, she is capable of expressing profound courage and dogged determination. Her resolve is deep, and it has made her a capable warrior. Growing up, she listened to countless stories about the dangerous cliffs near their home. From an early age, she knew to approach Jagged Bluffs with caution, but seeing it for the first time only deepened her fear of them. Now, Ternwing hides a profound fear of heights, and avoids nearing the cliffs at all costs. If she must approach them, her legs tremble horribly as she does. α΄α΄‘Κ γ Mangotuft γ 35 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βpansexualβ β βhunter Sleek reddish-brown fur is definitely her most obvious physical trait. She has rounded ears and a small face, which is accented with bright white whiskers. Her build is definitely on the athletic side, built like a seasoned runner with powerful legs and haunches. Mangotuft is of Somali descent and closely resembles her red-furred ancestors down to the darker markings around her face and tail. Creamier ginger rests on her chest, reaching the underside of her muzzle. Two light green eyes settle into her face, standing out quite a bit against her fur. Mangotuft is a cheerful feline who almost always has a smile to share and believes strongly in the power of laughter. She's outgoing and loves to be around others and doesn't really fancy being on her own, in fact, the molly greatly fears isolation. She's the type of cat who's always on the go and is constantly full of energy, no matter what time of day or night. Her bubbly personality can come off as annoying to some but she has a carefree enough attitude that it doesn't bother her. She really does go with the flow and this attitude can make her seem immature - which in some ways she is. When Mangotuft gets her head wrapped around an idea, it's hard to convince her to let it go as she can be stubborn as a bull when the mood inspires her. The she-cat will always be ready to lend a helping paw when needed but her energy can make her over-excited which in turn can make her clumsy. It's something she's a bit insecure about. Mangotuft was born into the clan with her sister, Coralshine. Her parents, Redsand and Dawnheart, were loving souls who cared for everyone they met. Unfortunately for the sisters, their parents died shortly after their apprentice ceremony in a patrol to the Wilds. Mangotuft tried to be strong for her sister and became even more energetic and bright, trying to always be Coralshine's little ray of sunshine. little blu β₯
γ Isledriftγ 28 moonsβ β βMollyβ β βHeterosexualβ β βHunter Isledrift is a petite short-furred molly with a rounded tear shaped face. Her pelt is a light cream colour with dark brown tabby stripes running throughout her face and tail. Some areas of her pelt are a darker brown, almost sandy in colour, most noticeably on the backs of her ears, chest and a line running down the length of her spine. Her eyes are what catches other's attention the most as they are strikingly light blue around the pupal and then silver at the edges. Due to her rather dramatic introduction to the clan and the traumatic experience that brought it about, Isledrift still has a strong fear of the water. She doesn't mind wandering along the beach, rather, that it is one of her favorite past times, but she will flee from the waves giving her the appearance of a sand piper running from the tide. Since she is still new to the clan she tends to be slightly timid, but there is a determination that burns beneath the surface as she longs to fit in with her new family. Although she chose the path of hunter she is set on bettering herself in as many areas as she can and she can frequently be found pestering others to teach her more. She is a softhearted molly who cares deeply for those around her but she can be a very chatty cat if you ask the right questions. With her upbringing being on a boat she was fortunate enough to see many different places and experience firsthand the habits of the two-legs, this history has lead her to be quite the storyteller and she will frequently exaggerate her stories ever so slightly to make them a tad more captivating. Isledrift also has an affinity for collecting washed up two-leg objects she finds along the beach and then explaining their uses as she understands them to others, if she doesn't know their use she simply makes one up. Isledrift grew up on a cargo ship as Emmylou, or Emmy for short. She was the resident mouser on a crew of multiple two-legs and herself. She spent very little time with other cats as the ship spent very little time at docks and spent more time on the open water. One day there was a harsh storm that hit the ship as it was on one of it's trips and Emmy was thrown off the side of the boat by a huge wave that crashed over the deck. By some miracle she washed up on the shore of CoastClan's island and was nursed back to health by Coralshine, something Isledrift is immensely thankful for. As she got to know the clan she decided to join its ranks as a hunter. Despite the moons she has spent within the clan part of her heart is still drawn to the sea and she frequently finds herself wandering the beaches at night worrying for the two-legs she once called family and waiting for the ship to come back for her. MadFaith
γ Palmshade γ 23 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βaromantic asexualβ β βhunter Palmshade is an incredibly feminine looking cat. She has a slender, flexible frame and small, delicate paws. She has tall ears and finely pointed features, hinting at oriental heritage. Her silky calico fur is long but thin, with more white than black and orange. She has golden eyes with flecks of brown around the pupil and a very pink nose. She walks with a slight limp due to a shoulder injury. Palmshade has always gotten a lot of attention for her looks. She used to soak it up when she was a little thing, sauntering around the nursery to the purrs of older cats. Look at her, isn't she just precious? Having to share the spotlight with other apprentices came as a bit of a shock. She learned that she couldn't simply sweet talk her way into getting what she wanted; she'd have to earn it through hard work. She also learned that not all attention is good attention. During her training, she went from cute to pretty, and sometimes found it hard to get other cats to leave her alone. Older apprentices would insist on doing everything for her, toms especially. Palmshade originally wanted to be a guard, but faced some pushback for this because she wasn't naturally built for the occupation, or, in the words of one who shall go unnamed, she was "too soft and pretty; mollies like you are better suited to the nursery." Unfortunately, a training accident left her with a permanently injured shoulder, preventing her from being able to defend the clan efficiently. So Palmshade pulled an abrupt one-eighty, becoming a hunter instead and growing more abrasive as she got older. Highly independent and defensive, she refuses to accept help from others, and often mistakes genuine kindness for pity. She wakes up early, eager to be the first out on patrol. She's quick to speak up in conversation and offer suggestions. Anything to prove her capabilities. It seems the insecurity from her accident has stuck with her, many moons later. Tealraven
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γ Rippleclaw γ 65 moonsβ β βtomβ β βbisexualβ β β fisher Rippleclaw is a tall, short furred tom. He's not as lanky as he used to be, but he makes up for that in his duties. He's got a medium grey coat with white socks on his back paws and white on his front paws. Over his grey coat are marbled smoky black tabby markings. He's got a long, thick tail with a black tail tip and a splash of white going from his chin to the top of his belly. Rippleclaw has warm copper eyes. A very enthusiastic feline, Rippleclaw is in everyone's corner. He's big on supporting everyone, including his kits. One could say he's similar to a cheerleader. He is also quite warm and friendly around his clanmates, rarely passing up the chance to talk or join a patrol. He's paternalistic as he has three living kits who he thinks the world of. However, this may lead to some intrusive behavior or being too benevolent. It can come across as irritating or overbearing, especially if Rippleclaw is doing it too much. When it comes to following the standards of Clan life, he's not exactly the type of cat for it. The same goes for thinking much of anything as well because Rippleclaw's uncritical. He's casual as can be and doesn't bother to put up a fuss. Whatever another cat might think is best for him, he will go with the flow without a single doubt. His mate Waterglow, is deceased because she saved their daughter Palefeather (Palepaw at the time) from an eagle. He holds no ill will towards his kit and fully understands that Waterglow was willing to do anything for their young. He's also quite proud of Seagullstar, his son, who is leader despite his kithood being rough as the runt of his litter. As for Tallfin, he enjoys telling the story of his name and sometimes exaggerates on it. Living kits are Seagullstar, Tallfin, & Palefeather. Dewkit, Greykit & Shalekit are deceased as they died from kitten cough. γ Shrimpclaw γ 46 Moonsβ β βMaleβ β βHeterosexualβ β βFisher Shrimpclaw is a very tiny tom he's short and lithe for his build. He has short ginger fur with a few spots running through his pelt. His eyes are sandy gold color with hints of amber. The tom is pretty charismatic he would flirt with any she-cat he could see and throw corny one-liners. The tiny tom can be very stubborn either picking fights when he shouldn't and disregarding others. He is very difficult always trying to prove to others and himself that his size that doesn't matter. However, it's not so much his size but clearly his attitude and trying so hard to be something he isn't. Being born has the runt of the litter of the family that hasn't been easy. The tom has faced many hardships over the years trying to prove himself to his clan and family. However, the clan didn't put pressure onto him but his family sure did. They didn't mind pushing him to the extreme and comparing him to his sister Lotusfin who always seem to beat him. He grew jealous of his sister and wanted to be known for being Shrimpclaw and not the family's weak link. ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π»
γ Tiderunner γ 43 moonsβ β β tom β β β heterosexual β β β fisher Tiderunner is a sandy yellow tom, large in size but considered rather lean with not much muscle definition. He's got a sharp, angular face with darker golden tabby markings surrounding his eyes as well as the rest of his pelt. The tom has strong paws, good for running but even better for swimming, he prides himself on how long he can hold his breath underwater. Tiderunner has shining green eyes, closer to color of emeralds than anything else. Tiderunner is a very confident tom, he loves to joke around and have a good time. He's extremely loyal to his clan and the cats that reside within, distrusting of any rogues or cats outside of the clan. The yellow tom can be quite stubborn, thinking he knows best when it's not a direct order from his leader. Despite coming off as rude and arrogant at times, Tiderunner really cares about the cats closest to him and would do anything to protect them. Tiderunner grew up in Coastalclan, having a rather normal kittenhood being the only kit in his litter to Cloudbeach and Sandshimmer. Unfortunately they died during his apprenticeship, his mother from disease and his father soon after from a lethal spider bite. He grieved their deaths but a close friend, Petalrush, helped him through that grief. Later he asked her to be his mate and after they found out she was expecting Tiderunner's kits, Petalrush went off to take a walk in their territory but was attacked by a rogue. It's been quite a while since she's died, and while Tiderunner seems to be better, he really hasn't acted the same since. His aunt is Brightshell and he's cousins with Goldentide, Lioncrest, and Orchidbloom. πππππ’
γ Palefeather γ38 Moons βββShe-Cat β β β Heterosexual βββFisher Palefeather Is a long legged, Long furred, Slender she-cat. She has beautifully silky, feathery pale gray fur with silver streaks. Her nose is a bright pink color and her eyes are a sparkling bright green. She has claw marks scarring her shoulders from an eagle when she was an apprentice.; Palefeather is often observant of her clan. She is one to want to know what is going on with her clanmates. She is very outspoken, not afraid to tell others what she thinks and how she feels. Though she has a great amount of respect for her siblings, She often speaks up towards her leader, because he is her brother, even when she should probably keep her mouth shut. She is quick-minded, often finding solutions, and fast, especially in a bad situation. Palefeather was born to Rippleclaw and Waterglow. Three of her siblings never made it past being a kit. While her two brothers love on, one being the leader, the other a hunter. When Palefeather was an apprentice, she was always curious, and went off on her own. She tried to explore the Jagged-bluffs, even though they were forbidden to apprentices, alone. While there, an eagle attacked her and almost carried her off. Her mother, Waterglow, had followed her. In an attempt to save her daughter, she had fallen over the edge of the Bluffs, causing her death. Palefeather has never forgiven herself, and is often hard on younger cats, not wanting them to make the same mistake she had. Siblings are Seagullstar and Tallfin. Father is Rippleclaw. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ γ Razorwing γ 37 moonsβ β β tomβ β βheterosexualβ β βfisher Pale gray is mixed with light cream across his coat, to give him a unique sandy gravel-esque color. He has lilac point markings that hold a hint of blue, which stands out on his face, ears, and tail. His left ear has a nick in it, near the tip and he has more scars across his shoulders and down his hind legs. Razorwing has a pair of light blue eyes. He has a tall, agile build with long claws. This fisher is the type of cat who takes the world by storm. He's confident and outgoing, a tom who is aware of his strengths and knows how to use them to his advantage. There is a calm sort of arrogance about Razorwing, almost a sort of swagger. A debonair feline with a charming, boyish grin. His personality shines through as mostly playful and easygoing, much how he wants it to, hiding a deeper intelligence. Trouble is his middle name and Razorwing is certainly not afraid of facing it, in fact, most say he has a fool's courage about him. H can be a downright flirt, messing with all the mollies which can often get him cuffed behind his ears or laughed at - though he just shakes it off. He doesn't take a lot of things seriously and it can be hard to get him to focus. He's pretty much a beach bum. Razorwing was born to Tapirtail and Egretstorm, with his siblings Fernwish and Shellsplash. He loves his family but he's secretly always felt like a bit of a disappointment to his parents. He was devastated when his father died since the last conversation they had shared had been an argument and that still haunts him to this day. He doesn't like ending arguments without apologizing or finding common ground for this reason. little blu β₯
γ Leopardtail γ 31 Moons β β βTom (Trans)β β βHomosexualβ β βFisher Leopardtail is a handsome, chocolate-colored tom, with smooth, sleek fur, a fluffy scruff, and bright green eyes. His tail is unusually long and bushy, covered in white splotches, and he has white bands around each leg, just above his paws. His paws themselves are large, with bigger-than-average webbing between his toes, which assists in swimming, and his whiskers are short than most cats, with fewer of them in general. Leopardtail has made his reputation in his clan for being a killjoy and know-it-all, made all the more infuriating by the fact that he has a tendency to be right. He struggles socially and his blunt observations tend to push others away, and many of the things he says come off as insulting, even if his only intention was honesty. Despite this, he minds little for what others think of him, and doesnβt particularly care if others think heβs a rude, stuck-up furball. His pragmatism and lack of popularity have barred him off from higher ranks, despite his observant nature and quick-wit. Leopardtailβs life has left him feeling like he has something to prove- his father never stepped forward to claim him, and his mother Sundapple, seemingly humiliated by the rejection of his sire, has never told him his fatherβs identity. He entered his apprenticeship as normal, and worked himself hard, constantly seeking to impress a father he didnβt know. Near the end of his training, Sundapple drowned while fishing, an incident that left him feeling more alone than ever, and her death generated bitterness towards his father, who he irrationally blamed for her tragic passing. Since then, he has openly embraced this more bitter side to himself, and has spurned all social advances from his clanmates. @nettles
γ Pearlstone γ 26 moonsβ β β female β β β straight β β βfisher Small, sleek, white she-cat with ginger paws, muzzle, and tail-tip. Her big, round eyes are deep blue. Friendly and energetic, Pearlstone loves to chat with her clanmates and is hardly short on friends although she chooses to only be close to a few. She doesn't know when to stay quiet which can lead to arguments with her clanmates. Being liked is vital to her, and as such, she tends to avoid controversial topics in the clan; however, when she does decide to put her (admittedly minimal) weight behind a cause, not even the clan leader can get her to budge. Pearlstone loves to be the center of attention and thrives in social situations. She strongly dislikes being alone, and as a result, she can usually be found wherever the action is. Though very kind, Pearlstone can be over-excitable and a bit nosy; still, her friends see her excitement as rather charming, and she possesses the unique ability to keep up a conversation with even the most reluctant interlocutor. Blessed with a quick wit, Pearlstone is haughty, arrogant, and an excellent liar. She is pretty and naturally excels at hunting, so she thinks of herself as better than her clanmates. She can be a bit of a bully when she feels offended by someone, but she is very kind and sweet to her friends. Due to her small size, she is not a great fighter. Adopted daughter is Screepaw. *MorningGlory*
γ Blazeheart γ 24 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βbisexualβ β βfisher Blazeheart is a dark ginger molly, with a darker face, ears, paws, and back covering. Her tail is so short it's almost nonexistent, hinting at a manx relation somewhere in her ancestry. She is tall and lean, with short, sleek fur. Her eyes a bright green that contrast heavily with her dark face. She has a large, nasty scar along her shoulder. Blazeheart is, above all, a carefree flirt. She doesn't think deeply about things, and seems as if she has no worries. She'll flirt with every tom and molly she can - most of the time it isn't serious, but Blazeheart gets a kick out of it. A lot of the time, she's rather hyper, not sitting still for long periods of time, or unable to pay attention. This leader to cats often getting frustrated wit her. Underneath this, Blazeheart is insecure. She's afraid that she's a poor warrior and will never live up to the legacy her father left behind. This is part of the reason she doesn't throw herself into her clan duties - she's afraid of failing. She likes to spend a lot of time swimming, as it can clear her head. Rather ironically, due to her name, Blazeheart is absolutely terrified of fire. Blazeheart was born to a loner named Dawn, and her father was a respected CoastalClan cat named Boulderheart. Dawn wanted her kits to grow up with their father, so she took the journey to the clan - Blazeheart's two littermates, Heron and Ember, died on the journey, and she was small and frail when she got to the clan. Dawn disappeared, and Boulderheart dedicated himself to his kit, giving up his ambitions of becoming leader for her. When she was an apprentice, Boulderheart took her out hunting. However, they ventured too close to the Wilds, and Boulderheart died distracting a jaguar so that Blazepaw could get away. When she got her warrior name, she requested to be named Blazeheart, after her father. highprince
γ Makojaw γ 23 moonsβ β βtomβ β βbiβ β βfisher Makojaw is mostly muscle. He is thin and lean, with a sleek short-furred pelt. His coat is primarily white, with orange interjections across his face, over his ears, and dappling his back and tail. Itβs as if someone flicked a paintbrush over him. His eyes are a deep amber, darker than the ginger of is pelt. His nose and paw-pads are a soft pink. Makojaw is confidence manifested as arrogance; he is a young prodigy sweetened with years of consistent positive affirmations. Look at Makojaw, heβs so fast. Iβve never seen a tom swim like that! Heβll be a council member, one day. Love has made him selfish. Proud. His ego was stroked into a fully-fledged superiority complex and now, if he is not the best at something, it crushes him. Makojaw is competitive to a fault. He forms rivalries easily. He is loved, but not liked; he is the sort of talented that is admired like a statue is in a museum. It is beautiful, but cold to the touch. You do not warm your bed with a marble man. Makojaw has the unfortunate habit of taking things too far. He kicked the hornetβs nest twice to see if he could. Makojaw is outspoken and, for all his faults, charming. He can carry a conversation with practically anyone. He makes himself seen. He flourishes when given the spotlight, but wilts when overlooked. The opinions of others matter deeply to him. Please donβt ignore him. Heβll do better, heβll be the best, he is the best, he canβt not be the best. Watch him. Heβll prove it. Though Makojaw is objectively a jerk, he holds tight-and-fast to the warrior code and is obedient. He may complain about orders, but he will never outright defy them. Makojaw is an excellent fighter and swimmer, but has no aptitude for collection, and is in awe of the medicine cat because he could never be a medicine cat (he recognizes other peopleβs talent, as long as they are not in direct competition with him). He is open for family. γ Lagoonshine γ 21 moonsβ β βtomβ β βbi-curiousβ β βfisher Lagoonshine is an average tom with strong paws for swimming and a powerful hind legs for propelling himself through the water. He's got short fur that's colored a dusty tan, light enough for him to blend into the sand if he chooses. He has russet brown mackerel tabby markings on his face, down his neck, and across his back. They fade to a darker brown on his legs, tail, and ears. The tom has a single white patch on his throat. His eyes are a teal blue, sometimes appearing more green depending on the way the light hits them. Lagoonshine is an introverted tom who finds it very difficult to find peace in social situations. He often overthinks his words and becomes anxious over the slightest change in facial expression which is why he usually avoids talking altogether. He'd much rather be out in the water, swimming like he was born to be one of the fishes he hunts. Cautious about new things and situations, the tom is often accused of being spooked by his own shadow. He is a gentle cat who doesn't really enjoy violence which stems from him being a poor fighter in general. Hesitation and worry make bitter companions in battle therefore he's pretty hopeless at it. Lagoonshine is easily impressed by the simplest of things and often collects little feathers or pieces of broken shells or stones, adding clutter to his nest area. The tom was actually found abandoned in the middle of a storm. He was clinging tightly to a piece of driftwood in the raging waters, a tiny scrap of fur who was soaked to the very bone. He was fished out by a pair of toms who took him in and raised him as their own within the clan. Instead of being afraid of the water, Lagoonshine has always loved the waves. little blu β₯
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γ Cattlespot γ 75 moonsβ β βtomβ β βheterosexualβ β βcollector Looking at Cattlespot, it's no secret where he got his name. This tom is large, with broad shoulders and massive paws. He's got a white base, with large black splotches spread out over his body, making him look much like a cow. His entire body seems sort of stocky and lazy, as if he wouldn't be very quick to action. His fur is short and coarse, except for on his cheeks, where he has long tufts of fur. His amber eyes are large and give off the same slow-moving demeanor that the rest of Cattlespot does. Much like his appearance suggests, Cattlespot is a very mellow cat, especially in his older age. He was a hot-headed youth, but he's left those days long since behind him, and is rather embarrassed when any of his older clanmates bring it up. Cattlespot is wise and patient, and acts like a father to all of his clanmates. He's always there to offer advice or be a shoulder to lean on, though he sometimes has trouble keeping up with the younger cats he looks after. Sometimes, while he fathers anyone that will let him, a sadness clouds his gaze, though he will most often just dismiss it and act as if it never happened, happy to just be assisting his clanmates. Cattlespot lived a very average kithood and apprenticeship, and he seemed as if he would be a rather average warrior. He was brash and ready to prove himself when he was a young warrior, and that caught the attention of his fellow clanmate, Bayflower. When she began flirting with him, Cattlespot was completely oblivious, and she had to outright tell him her feelings for him to get it. Eventually, the two were expecting kits, and their birth cooled Cattlespot's hothead, turning him into more of the mellow cat he is today. He watched his kits grow into fine warriors - Thunderfoot, Flowerstem, Sunshine, and Shadepatch. They all chose to be hunters, and one day, they all went on a patrol together. However, their patrol never returned. Cattlespot offered to go look for them, only to find that they had all been killed by a predator. Bayflower refused to eat or leave her nest, and soon illness took her away as well. Cattlespot was completely heartbroken, but decided to push through. Even if his own kits were taken away, he could still be a father figure to his clanmates. highprince
γ Windsurf γ50 Moons βββ She-Cat β β β Heterosexual β β βCollector Windsurf is a lithe, white she-cat with a black muzzle, ear-tips, and paws. Her eyes are piercing yellow eyes. Windsurf has short fur everywhere, but her ear tips, which she has tufts of black fur. And a long feathery white tail.; Now, Windsurf has the biggest heart and most open mind. She is willing to listen and work out anyoneβs issue. This she-cat is quite wise, always trying to keep a positive outlook in life. She has a dedication to her clan and to her job as a collector. Her number one love is her kits though. She would put them before anything. Windsurf was born to a guard, Sharptalon, and a fisher, Breezesong. Both are elders now, retired from their duties. Windsurf had two siblings, a sister and a brother. Her sister was born still-born. Her brother is Thistletongue. She has a rough relationship with her brother, as her soft personality, clashes with his rough one. Windsurf found a love for collecting and helping her clan, and knew before she was even an apprentice, that she wanted the duty of being a collector. Windsurf has a special bond to her daughter Chiapaw. She loves all her kits, but is the most protective of her. At some point, Bluewave asked her to be his mate and she accepted. For quite some time, the two tried to have kits, and finally did. She is the Mother to Chiapaw, Dunepaw, Jaguarpaw, and Berrypaw. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯
γ Plumeriabreeze γ 47 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βbiβ β βcollector Plumeriabreeze is daybreak; though the metaphor may seem overly romantic, and perhaps it is, it is apt to describe her appearance. Plum is a soft-framed black she-cat with a streak of white (like light bleeding over the horizon) rising from her underbelly, collaring her neck, and shining onto her chin. It ends in a flash of white veering to one side of her nose. Plumβs eyes are a pale green; the sort of green a tom might sit on the dock of her pink nose and wait to catch a glimpse of. Green light. Blink blink. How alluring. In personality, Plum is Daisy Buchannan saying, βthat's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little foolβ manifest into molly. She is jaded in the way that many mollies are after experiencing too much world. She is brimming with generalized mistrust. This disenchantment engendered a strong maternal instinct in Plum. She has positioned herself as the mother-of-all-mothers, which is to say, she thinks of every cat younger than her as her pseudo-child and wants to protect them. To shield them. Sheβs the mom friend. Sheβs making sure that youβve eaten today. She tries not to be annoying about it, but she probably is. It comes from a place of love. As a collector, and as a literal mother, Plum has found many outlets for her tendency to nurture. In her other facets, Plum is soft-spoken and often reserved; she hangs back in conversations unless she senses injustice, in which case she believes there is a moral imperative to act. She is not particularly witty, or brave, or bold. She is a poor fighter. She is made of downy feathers. Her strength comes from love and her strong faith in Starclan and their guidance. Plumeriabreeze is the mother of Reefpaw, Sharkpaw, and Pearlpaw. Her sister, Lilycloud, drowned when they were apprentices. ππ«π’ππ« β₯
γ Orchidbloom γ 44 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βheterosexualβ β βcollector A willowy she-cat with quite a bit of length to both her legs and her tail. She is on the thinner side and remains that way due to a fairly high-metabolism. Orchidbloom is a silver fawn tabby, so a mainly creamy fawn-colored molly with hints of a light silvery gray every now and then throughout her coat. Her tail is a bit fluffier than the rest of her pelt and she has a very angular face, with long white whiskers. Soft green eyes accent her narrow face which is tipped with a dusky pink nose. Orchidbloom is an honest feline, who will always speak her mind. She doesn't appreciate lies, even small ones as she's seen what pretty little lies do to relationships. As an older warrior, the molly has great experience with diplomacy and prefers to use her words over her claws. She's skilled at reading emotions in others and finds it easy to sympathize with others, which can help her to be sensitive in certain situations where more care is needed. Orchidbloom has always been a caregiver, someone who needs to take care of others and be relied on. Now that she's older, however, that need has grown rather maternal. She's fiercely loving of those who matter to her and tends to give out advice to everyone and anyone. The molly is always ready to listen to problems and can't stand to see her clan-mates grieving and often tries to offer any sort of comfort she can. Orchidbloom has a deep sadness in her heart, as she's infertile and cannot conceive kittens. She's always wanted to be a mother so this crushes her and she often stays away from males her age in fear that she'll get attached only for them to leave her in the sand when they find she can't give them a family. Orchidbloom was the last kit born to Daystar and his mate, Aloetail. She was a single kitten, born in her mother's later years and there were complications with her pregnancy and birth that resulted in her being a very sickly kitten. Her mother Aloetail was not who she claimed to be, deceptive enough to keep up a charade for many seasons. She was messing around with multiple toms while playing with Daystar's heart. Orchidbloom saw through her mother's lies and vowed to be nothing like her. It wasn't until moons later however that the medicine cats discovered that the molly was unable to have kits. Her aunt is Brightshell and her cousins are Tiderunner, Lioncrest, and Goldentide. little blu β₯
γ Baymist γ 35 moonsβ β βtomβ β βbisexualβ β βcollector Baymist is a chocolate brown tabby with white paws, a white belly, a white chin, and - you guessed it - a white tipped tail. He has misty blue-green eyes that are usually wrinkled in an inviting smile. An aesthetically pleasing combination of strength and grace, he has a well-muscled but lanky body and long legs; sturdy but agile, built for endurance. He has a notch in his left ear from the time he got too close to a crab in the Vanishing Pools as an apprentice. Whoops. Friendly and easily distracted, Baymist has always been a bit airheaded. Since he was young, he's had an insatiable curiosity that has sometimes gotten him in trouble. It wasn't uncommon for him to wander off during training because he'd heard the song of a bird he'd never heard before and wanted to see what it looked like, or to pester his mentor each morning with a million questions. To the surprise of absolutely nobody, he decided to train under the collector specialization. He used to be quite nosy, as well, but he's learned his lesson; there are some things that a cat is better off not knowing. Plus, others seem to like you better when you're not constantly poking your nose into their affairs. He has maintained a youthful fascination with life that's pretty endearing. Though he can be tactless, he's sweet and approachable and very easy to talk to. When he hasn't got his head in the clouds, that is.
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Apprentices γ Mantispaw γ 11 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βlesbianβ β βguard trainee The most distinctive feature about Mantispaw is surely her eyes: they are high-point-of-the-sky blue and, juxtaposed with the milky white of her pelt, stand out like seaglass. Granted, Mantispaw as a whole stands out. Her fur is thin but longer than most of the cats in the clan, puffing out around her neck, chest, and tail. She is a diluted calico: her pelt is mostly white sans her splotched ginger-cream and brown tail, ears, and face. Mantispaw is a rather small she-cat, but does not vary enough from the average to be defined by her smallness. Conversely, her personality is by no measure small. Mantispaw is entering the scene with a bad PowerPoint effect. She stumbles over an, βam I doing this right?β and then stumbles over the podium. Sheβs on the floor. Sheβs continuing with the presentation while on the floor. Of course, since Mantispaw is a feral cat and has no concept of technology or PowerPoint or podiums, this scenario is obviously hypothetical, but it still manages to grasp at the essence of her. Mantispaw is trying very hard at a lot of things all at once. She is trying to be pretty, to be witty, to be a good warrior, apprentice, friend; to be honeysuckle and sunshine and seen. Mantispaw is sitting in front of all the apprentices at training with her tail high in the air, begging someone to pick her, to look at her, to tell her that she is doing great and that they are proud of her. She is enthusiastic to a fault. This desperate grasp towards being something leads her towards a general niceness; Mantispaw wants to be loved, and so she will do and say whatever she believes will elevate her social status. She is a flirt. Sheβs a joker. She is kind, most of the time. She tries to act like she is not trying as hard is she is, but her capacity for yearning is hard to paint over. Itβs that acne bump that n-many layers of foundation still fail to conceal. Itβs insecurity's last, βgotchaβ, and sheβs trying to play it off. Please tell her sheβs doing a good job at it. Mantispaw is the only child of two dead cats. ππ«π’ππ« β₯
γ Screepaw γ 10 moonsβ β β molly β β β straight β β βhunter trainee A pale brown shecat of a lithe, angular build and a natural bob tail. Her short, fluffy pelt is pale brown in color with darker brown tabby stripes. Her paws are brown as well as the tip of her tail. Screepaw has olive green eyes. Quiet and reserved, Screepaw is not one to waste air on useless words or senseless musing about the world and as a result, often appears slow minded. In truth, she is actually quite sensible, focused, and clever. She is relaxed and careful; she'd rather think a situation through and see what others are doing before making decisions. Screepaw is quite easygoing in stressful situations. She tends to keep to herself and is deeply dedicated to following the rules. She trusts the warrior code deeply and seeks to live her life around it. She is very determined, being sure to thoroughly complete each task but tends to over-think. She is surprisingly stubborn at times and can be a sore loser. Screepaw values loyalty and dependability in both her friends and herself. While some may call her boring, she is perfectly happy to spend her days serving the clan. Born to Nimblefoot and Hickorysmoke. Nimblefoot died giving birth and Hickorysmoke left the clan in his grief so she was raised by Pearlstone and calls her mother. Hert birth parents were Nimblefoot and Hickorysmoke. Her adoptive mother is Pearlstone. *MorningGlory*
γ Saltpaw γ 8 moonsβ β βtomβ β βheteroflexibleβ β βfisher trainee Saltpaw has a short, dense coat of subtle off white fur. It's not pure white like a puffy cloud on a sunny day - it's the color of antique lace or ocean foam. His colorpoint markings are subtle, too. His paws, his ears, the end of his tail, and his face are shade of lilac-grey so faint it's hardly noticeable. His eyes are an unusual translucent green, like seaglass. His pads and the inside of his ears are soft seashell pink. He also possesses an athletic body and lean, powerful legs to propel him through the water after his prey. Saltpaw spends so much time in the water he might as well be more fish than cat at this rate. Nothing is so exciting to him as the thrill of chasing a slippery fish through the choppy surf, matching its quick and elusive movements like for like. That said, fishing seems to be the only thing he enjoys. Saltpaw was named for his fur color, but he has a temperament to go with it. He's awfully pessimistic for a young cat; shrewd and cynical, he likes to think of himself as a realist, but usually comes off as a wet blanket instead. He complains about everything and has an endless supply of snarky commentary, so the other apprentices have gotten used to either ignoring him or dragging him along for training or playing games. "I'll do it," he says, "but I won't like it." That's a lie. He actually does enjoy the company of others. He's also quite observant and capable of cognitive empathy. Though he's a bit rough around the edges, Saltpaw's bitter attitude is a false front, likely stemming from the desire to be "edgy" more than anything. He'll probably grow out of it, so don't take it too personally. may or may not have a crush on Sharkpaw or Pearlpaw. He's confused. Brother to Tumblepaw. He thinks Chiapaw is annoying. Tealraven
γ Reefpaw γ 8 moonsβ β β tom β β β bisexual β β βfisher trainee Growing up to be rather large for his age, Reefpaw is a thick-furred white tom with splashes of black covering the left and right side of his face, a spot on his nose, and splotches covering his back. He's got one black paw, his right front one, and a black-tipped tail. He's already got a couple of small nicks on his left ear, the tears are from an accident involving him almost falling off the side of Jagged Bluffs. His eyes are a muted green color with long whiskers sprouting just above them. A courageous and unselfish young tom, Reefpaw takes his training very seriously but will never pass up the chance to cause some fun trouble. He has natural born leadership skills, but his immaturity often gets the best of him. Against his best efforts, Reefpaw will usually be the first to admit when he's wrong and he never wants to come across as rude or apathetic. However, Reefpaw does come across as overprotective and is quick to anger when it comes to anyone threatening his family or friends. Reefpaw is the first born between his two siblings, Sharkpaw and Pearlpaw. He cares for his family very much and has always been quick to take the blame for all the shenanigans him and his brother get into. He loves Pearlpaw dearly and knows she tries her best when it comes to containing her brothers antics. Right at the beginning of his apprenticeship, him and Sharkpaw decided to race each other to Jagged Bluffs, their sister followed quickly to bring the toms back to camp. What ended up happening was Reefpaw losing his balance and knocking him and his sister off the side. Fortunately, the two were saved but he takes accountability for his sisters limp, feeling awful he tries to make it up to her whenever he can. His mother is Plumeriabreeze, his brother is Sharkpaw and his sister is Pearlpaw. πππππ’
γ Sharkpaw γ 8 moonsβ β βtomβ β βhomosexualβ β βguard trainee Sharkpaw isn't a very tall tom, built much more athletically with a lean body and sturdy legs. His base coat is white, though that is mostly covered by a solid dove gray. The gray blankets his back, tail, the topside of his fore-legs, the back of his neck, and all the way up to his ears and around his face. White covers the majority of his muzzle and chest, including a single stripe that crawls across his shoulders. All of his paws are the same snowy color. He has light amber eyes with speckles of green near the pupil. Sharkpaw is an arrogant tom who prides himself on being a powerful apprentice who doesn't show any sort of weakness - which of course is far from the truth. He is eager to show off for his peers and loves to receive praise, though he can be sensitive to criticism. He tries to be very charming, wearing big grins and teasing others playfully. He often gets uncomfortable around other toms, aside from his brother, because he's deep in the closet and in denial about his sexuality. Humorous and always down to have a good time, he loves goofing off and often finds ways to make simple tasks into games. Sharkpaw is a determined tom, once he sets a goal for himself he will do anything to achieve the goal. He isn't one to give up easily and will push himself above and beyond to be successful. He is deeply family-oriented and would move heaven and earth for his loved ones. After nearly losing his siblings a few moons ago, he tends to be a bit protective over them and still feels lingering guilt whenever he looks at Pearlpaw. Sharkpaw was the middle kitten of his litter, born after Reefpaw but before Pearlpaw. He grew up playing with his siblings, often getting into trouble with Reefpaw only for Pealpaw to come and save them from a scolding. A few sunrises after becoming official apprentices, Sharkpaw and his brother went out to Jagged Bluffs and were wrestling on the cliffs where they definitely weren't supposed to be. Their sister showed up and tried to get them to come back to camp but the boys continued to tussle, eventually bowling into Pearlpaw and sending her and Reefpaw over the side of the cliff. Luckily both apprentices were retrieved safely but Sharkpaw still has nightmares about that morning. His mother is Plumeriabreeze, his brother is Reefpaw and his sister is Pearlpaw. little blu β₯
γ Pearlpaw γ 8 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βheterosexualβ β βcollector trainee Though she could still be mistaken as a kit, Pearlpaw is the same age as her brothers, just much shorter. She's a small cat and always has been being the runt of her litter. Her body is small and lithe, built for stealth and speed. Pure white fur engulfs her from head to toe, leaving no room for any other color. She has a delicate pink nose and paw pads. A pair of deep, round blue eyes settle into her face and are a stark contrast to her bright pelt. Her left shoulder was wrenched in an accident as a young apprentice and now she walks with a permanent limp. Pearlpaw is a responsible little miss who always takes her duties very seriously. Her training is important to her and she tries to soak up as much information as she can. She's very curious and loves to learn about the world around her, often asking multiple questions within one breath. The molly is determined not to let her limp hold her back from her life, though sometimes it does get challenging. Pearlpaw is generally a sweet cat who borders on naive. She always wants to see the best in others and that innocence can get her into trouble with the wrong cats. It's also rather easy to walk all over her, seeing as the apprentice would give the fur off her back for those in need. Loyal to the core, Pearlpaw would have your back till the very end. Her willingness to sacrifice her happiness for the pleasure of others is dangerous and can lead to her being manipulated without her knowledge. Pearlpaw was the youngest of her litter, the runt. While her brothers got themselves into trouble, she was always trying to talk some sense into them. She's very close to her brothers and loves them both dearly. When she woke up to find Reefpaw and Sharkpaw gone that fateful morning, she'd followed their scents to make sure they were alright. What she found was her brothers wrestling near the bluffs, which they were forbidden to be near. Pearlpaw tried to convince her brothers to come back to camp but they ignored her and they ended up ramming into her, flinging herself and Reefpaw off the edge. She fell farther than Reefpaw and hung for longer than her brother, wrenching her shoulder completely from its socket. It never fully healed. Her mother is Plumeriabreeze, her brothers are Reefpaw and Sharkpaw. little blu β₯
γ Dovepaw γ 8 moonsβ β βtomβ β β???β β βfisher trainee Dovepaw is not dainty. Stop calling him that. Heβs not pretty, heβs fierce. Heβs hissing at you right now to prove it. Look at him, baring his wee little claws. His paws are white, arenβt they so cute? His big olβ blue eyes give him a perpetual babyface; heβs kind of beautiful like that. Dovepaw was a sickly kit. His uncle, Albatrossdive, jokes that Coralshine is his second mother. Though Dovepaw is in good healthy now, he is still small and scrawny, his petal-soft pelt covering a perpetually bony frame. Dovepaw is a smudgy gray color following, at base, a pseudo-sealpoint pattern; his pelt is dappled with lighter and darker hues, adding noise to his complexion. His underbelly fades into a cream color. His chin and paws are white to varying extents. Dovepaw is feral. More than just in the literal sense, that he is a feral cat, Dovepaw is back-arched, easily-offended, huffy, impolite, and just plain olβ mean. Dovepaw can be diluted down to overcompensation. He doesnβt want to be pitied or seen as weak, and so he wonβt let you get close enough to glimpse his underbelly. He plays up his talents until they appear character flaws. Heβs smart, and he makes sure you know it. Heβs quick, and he makes sure you know it. Donβt you dare try and compliment him though, or heβll assume youβre pandering. Poor little Dovepaw, youβre such a good warrior sweetie mmhmmm how precious. Shut up. Half the words out of Dovepawβs mouth are curses. Pay attention to him. Leave him alone. What do you want, Dovepaw? What do you want? Dovepaw is headstrong and ambitious; he wants to be recognized on his own merit, and not out of pity. He is smart: his intuitions are often correct, heβs quick-witted, and excels at creative problem-solving. If only he werenβt so rude about it, though. Heβs the type of cat to not back down in an argument even if his argument has been filleted and roasted. Dovepaw has a strained relationship with his family. His mother, Sheerwater, babied him and he pushed her away, and they never reconciled before her untimely death. His uncle is Albatrossdive, and his sister is Frigatepaw. ππ«π’ππ« β₯
γ Conchpaw γ 7 moonsβ β βtomβ β βpansexualβ β βhunter trainee While he doesn't share the same pointed angles as the shell he is named after, Conchpaw does possess the same light and fetching colors. His figure is soft and curved, and his fur is a pleasant orange. Faint stripes reveal him to be a tabby, while two mild yellow eyes sit evenly within an agreeable looking face. His most eye-catching feature is his nose, which is a startling, bright pink. His personality is also agreeable, though he may seem foolish to some. For better or for worse, he is known for his friendly nature and naivety. His faith is unblinking, and his optimism is thoughtless. While his innocence may charm some, it comes at a disadvantage in reality. He lacks foresight, and he easily bends beneath peer pressure, as he trusts that his best interest is being kept in mind. As this has not always been the case, he is forced to think objectively. Thankfully, however, this also helps him understand his clan-mates, as he aims to sympathize and support them, as they have supported him. Conchpaw was born to a single mother and an unknown father. Without siblings, he has often relied on the other members of his clan for the comfort of familiarity, particularly so after the slow death of his mother, who had been declining since his birth. While he does struggle with a sense of loneliness at times, he is always quick to remind himself of what he does have, and what he does have is a close and loving clan. He would like to become friends with Sharkpaw. α΄α΄‘Κ
γ Jaguarpaw γ 6 moonsβ β βtomβ β β heterosexual β β β undecided trianee Jaguarpaw is a stocky and growing bigger every day, black tom. He takes his uncommonly colored pelt with pride, his coat as dark as midnight. He has dark amber eyes with a ring of green around his pupil. His fur is short and coarse, lucky for him since the black fur soaks up heat. He constantly has to stay hydrated and his least favorite season is Low Tide. Jaguarpaw is a fierce tom with a feral attitude. He is arrogant and thinks very highly of himself. He's always trying to prove he's the best between his siblings, and now that he's older he'll prove he's the best of his denmates. Jaguarpaw is always itching for a fight, knowing just the right words to get under someone's fur. He is turned off by weakness, viewing others as lower than because of it, but can respect that physical strength isn't the only kind of strength a cat needs, there's different ranks in the clan for a reason. What Jaguarpaw won't tell you is he lashes out for attention, feeling like he didn't get enough as his mother was always fretting over his sisters and his father was usually no where to be seen. Born to Windsurf and Bluewave, Jaguarpaw is the biggest and first born amongst his siblings. He loved to play and tease Dunepaw, the two often wrestling each other and acting out fighting scenes. He finds Chiapaw absolutely annoying growing up, and holds some resentment towards her for Windsurf always defending her, and refused to let her play with them, no matter how much Dunepaw told him to calm down. The only time he'd give in was when Windsurf would scold him and tell him he had to involve his sister. He much prefers Berrypaw's soft nature and company but was told his rough play would be too much for the smaller she-kit. He always tried to hog his fathers attention the few times he'd come to visit, looking up to the tom but feeling angry that he didn't get to see him enough. His mother and father are Windsurf and Bluewave, his brothers is Dunepaw, his sisters are Berrypaw and Chiapaw. His grandfather is Wrasseslip. He wants to train under the guard rank πππππ’
γ Dunepaw γ 6 moonsβ β βtomβ β βhomosexualβ β βundecided trainee Dunepaw has yet to shed his kitten fluff, and it almost seems like he never will. His fur is soft and feathery, and longer than the average CoastalClan cat. The fur of his white chest is exceptionally fluffy. Dunepaw is white with patches of gray tabby that cover most of his body. White covers his muzzle and a blaze going up to his forehead, his chest and underbelly, his front toes, and his whole back legs. His eyes are wide and a grayish-green color. The skin of his pads and nose is marbled black and pink. Dunepaw's the mediator in his family, trying to get Jaguarpaw to play nice with their sisters . He's spent so much time trying to cool his brother's hot-head that he's gotten pretty good at it, and that's the job he's often delegated to. Though, despite being far more reasonable, he does share traits with Jaguarpaw. He's fairly arrogant himself, and gets awfully frustrated if he messes something up or loses, often blaming elements outside of his control since he's so unwilling to admit defeat. Dunepaw tries to act far more tough and masculine than he actually is, as a way to make up for his father's absence (keeping him away from Sharkpaw is advised, in case it turns into some sort of contest). This often can land him in trouble, as he won't give up on a challenge and will give lip to the warriors as a way to seem tough. He desperately wants to impress his siblings, and most of all, Bluewave. On top of this, Dunepaw seems completely unable to take hints or use any kind of subtlety, needing things told to him plainly for him to understand. Don't trust him with anything too secret or important, as he will likely miss the point of keeping a secret and go blabbering about it. Dunepaw is the child of Bluewave and Windsurf, born second. While not as large as Jaguarpaw, Windsurf still considered him too large to roughhouse with Berrypaw. While not as vocal as his brother, he found Chiapaw annoying, and often became frustrated when Windsurf forced them to include her, claiming that the games "weren't fun anymore." He learned from a young age to help keep his brother's temper in check and just do whatever Windsurf told them to instead of starting an argument. He fought with Jaguarpaw for Bluewave's attention the few times they saw him, but he always felt as if he lost and wasn't nearly as impressive as his brother, like Bluewave looked right through him. Dunepaw was always hurt by this, and it affected him deeply, to the point that he'll now do anything if he thinks it'll impress his father. His parents are Bluewave and Windsurf, and his siblings are Chiapaw, Jaguarpaw, and Berrypaw. He wants to train to be a guard highprince
γ Chiapaw γ 6 moonsβ β β molly β β β pansexualβ β βundecided trainee Fluffier than the average Coastalclan cat, Chiapaw is a white she-cat with thick, black tabby stripes all over her pelt. The only part of her that's solid white is her chin and her tall, pointy ears that have fluffy white fur pouring out of them. Chiapaw has a long, feathery tail and strong paws good for running on the soft sandy dunes. She's got bright, yellow eyes that seem to give away her every emotion. Chiapaw is an excitable young cat, having a very optimistic outlook on life. She often has trouble having a sense of reality and that life can be truly cruel, she thinks that if everyone tries their best then nothing bad will happen to them. On top of it all, Chiapaw is very talkative and if given the chance she'll talk a cats ear off, rarely stopping for a breath. Due to her young age, she also has a hard time not taking things personally and is known to be rather sensitive at times. Chiapaw was third born to Bluewave and Windsurf, she was raised alongside her two older brothers, Dunepaw and Jaguarpaw as well as her youngest sister, Berrypaw. She often felt left out of her siblings playtime, teased by her brothers for being annoying. Her mother, Windsurf would scold the boys and keep Chiapaw at her side, occasionally making her brothers involve their sister in things. She and Berrypaw get along more often. Her mother and father are Bluewave and Windsurf, her brothers are Dunepaw and Jaguarpaw, her sister is Berrypaw. Her grandfather is Wrasseslip She wants to train under the hunter rank πππππ’
γ Berrypaw γ 6 Moonsβββ She-catβ β β Bisexual βββundecided trainee Berrypaw is quite small for her age. Smaller than her siblings. She has short white fur, with black, speckling her pelt. She has dark green eyes, with flecks of light green in them. Berrypaw is much like her mother, with a gentle touch and a soft voice. She has the biggest love for her clan, especially the elders. She is first to want to help anyone that needs it. Though she is small, Berrypaw often thinks she is capable of anything, even if she is not. She has this drive to prove herself, to not only her family, but every single one of her clan members. She keeps close to her sister, Chiapaw, as her brothers are quite bigger than her. She has a huge admiration for her father, Bluewave, even though she doesnβt get to see him as often as sheβd like. Berrypaw is the smallest and youngest, out of her family. She was always quick to wonder from her mother, trying to learn the ways of her clan, at a young age. Sheβd often follow her father, Bluewave, whenever he would visit. Being as small as she was, she couldnβt play with her brothers. So she stuck close to Chiapaw. Mother is Windsurf, Father is Bluewave. Her brothers are Jaguarpaw and Dunepaw. And her sister is Chiapaw. Her grandfather is Wrasseslip. She wants to be a collector, like her mother. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ Queensγ Shellsplash γ 37 moonsβ β β molly β β β heterosexual β β β collector A delicate looking she-cat, Shellsplash is a cream colored siamese with lilac point features. A mask of gray, almost blue, fur covers her face but stops just before fanning over her forehead, her ears are gray as well as her paws. Her tail is a bit shorter than average, and skinny due to her short fur. Along with her dark nose, Shellsplash has big blue eyes that stand out against the darker fur on her face. More on the shy side, Shellsplash is a compassionate and softhearted molly with motherly tendencies. She has trouble speaking her mind and gets rather uncomfortable around cats she doesn't know, normally coming off as haughty for those who don't know her. Her compassionate nature often leaves her doing the most for others, being by their side and offering words of encouragement. Shellsplash strives to do all that she can for her clan, having a love for every member. Shellsplash was born in the clan to Tapirtail and Egretstorm along with her brothers, Razorwing and her sister, Fernwish. Unfortunately her father died with Coralshine and Mangotuft's parents, part of the patrol that'd gotten attacked by the jaguar. It was rough on the family but it caused them to be closer. It was also around this time that the young she-cat had grown closer to Seagullstar, the apprentices starting off as friends but a romance soon settled between them. Several moons after their apprentice ceremony, Shellsplash was ecstatic once she had been asked by Seagullstar to become her mate, staying close to his side ever since and supporting everything the tom does. Mother is Egretstorm, brother is Razorwing, and her sister is Fernwish. Shellsplash is expecting her first litter and is about halfway through her pregnancy. πππππ’
γ Stormecho γ 27 moons oldβ β βShecatβ β βBisexualβ β βhunter Likely the prettiest shadow you'll ever meet, she is someone to bad admired from afar, much preferring to keep herself to herself. Stormecho is a lithe shecat, whilst lacking in muscle she is an apt runner, making her quite the talented huntress. Though she isn't a great fighter, when the need arises she is good enough to run circles around you, and witty enough to leave you in her dust. She has a sleek coat swirling in shades of pale silver, though dappled with rosettes of dark grey and black, particularly across her delicate face where the patterns meet in a mask like formation. It continues down her back in two stripes, decorated either side with rosettes and dapples. Her belly is marked with a stripe of creamy white, as though she walked through a puddle of milk and hasn't been bothered to clean it away just yet, and that marking transfers to each of her four paws, where you will find socks stopping just above the ankle of a similar cream shade. Stormecho's eyes are a soft silvery grey, dappled with hints of pale blue though that is difficult to see unless you get close enough, and the moment you are you can bet the best prey on the pile she is getting out of there as quickly as she can. It would be quite easy to mistake Stormecho for being uptight, or conceited. A combination of quite good looks and a shy nature doesn't make her seem overly likeable, but that is perhaps an unfair assumption. For she does have a good heart, it just takes a far amount of digging and more time than the majority of cats have to spare in order to get close to her. This is an affair she is fairly happy with, and would much rather be disliked for untrue assumptions, than liked and that idea spread about the clan. Stormecho is a fairly charming youngster, a silver tongue and strategic nature that despite her young moons makes her a decent ally. She has a good heart and sweet nature, and would never want to see a clan member hurt. Stormecho is a clanborn cat, she's currently expecting kits. midnightember
γ Honeybee γ 42 moonsβ β βmollyβ β βheterosexualβ β βguard Honeybee is a large, imposing she-cat. She has sleek, pale golden fur with brown tabby markings. Her underbelly, chest, and tailtip are all white. There are many scars on her pelt from different fights, the most noticeable ones being a slash across her nose, a tear in one of her ears, and a large bite mark on one of her back legs. Her eyes are a pale, cold blue. Despite her sweet name, Honeybee was named for her sting. She's aggressive and not afraid to confront someone that she thinks is being an idiot. She won't let anyone talk down to her or ill of someone she cares about, and will rush into fights claws out. She's very protective of those she loves, and is willing to do anything for them, ignoring her own needs so that they can be happy. She comes across as gruff and intimidating, but she's really just a tough sweetheart. Honeybee was born to Dunerunner and Whiteclaw, both of who are now deceased. She was an only kit, and as such, her parents were incredibly overbearing. She started to act out to get away from them, and found a love of battling. She only recently started to think about having a family of her own, though she thought she'd never find a mate. However, she found a cat willing to love her, and is now expecting kits. She's early along in her pregnancy and is still able to perform guard duties. Her father, Dunerunner, and her mother Whiteclaw are both deceased. highprince Kits γ Echokit γ 3 moons β β βtom β β βunknown for now β β βkit Echokit is a tiny , thin, and somewhat fuzzy furred tom with pointy ears. He looks much like his rogue father with a stark white coat and long white whiskers. He's got a bright pink nose with a black dot on it. As for his eyes, Echokit has odd colored eyes. His left eye is blue and his right is yellow. Like most kits, Echokit is full of energy and could probably bounce off the nursery's walls if possible. He's a rambunctious, young kit with a lot of vim and vigor to him. Though he doesn't have any experience in life, he is quite proud of his small achievements. He may be too fiery at times for one to handle. He's also sly as a fox, but sometimes it doesn't work out in his favor. After all, being as young and small as he is not that helpful. Nonetheless, he makes do even if it ends in a failure or success. Echokit doesn't remember anything at all about Turtleheart or his littermates. However, he's got Piperstorm, who he relies on. He sees her as his supporter and she's also the one cat he looks up to the most. He hopes to one day be as strong-willed and ambitous as she is. His mother was Turtleheart, who died during childbirth along with his three littermates who were stillborn. His father is a rogue. His adopted mother is Piperstorm, who was Turtleheart's best friend. Sand Elders γ Wrasseslip γ 112 moonsβ β βtomβ β βheteroβ β βelder Wrasseslip is an elderly solid-gray tom who retains his stocky, soft-edged build even though he has grown gaunt with age. He is of about average size, with large paws, thick fur, and only half-a-tail after a particularly nasty incident with a fox when he was young. His eyes are a pale green, flecked with hazel near the iris. Wrasseslip is on average kind, optimistic, and the kind of tom who will go to any lengths for his family. While he was more serious as a young warrior, with a temper that earned him the nickname βwrathful wrasseβ, he has grown soft and spiritual with age. Death sobered him. The loss of both his mate and his son weigh heavy upon him, and he reoriented his lifeβs purpose to protect and provide for his family, rather than pursuing his ambitions for his own sake. After the death of his mate, Wrasseslip almost gave up being a warrior. He actually begged the medicine-cat to let him train under her. Just so he could be helpful. He was tired of violence. Of pain. Of course, she said no, but he still pursued peace and wisdom on his own. Wrasseslip now has the character of an eccentric grandfather. His grandkits are his pride and joy, and even though he is old and arthritic, he will drag his bones out of his nest until the day he can no longer walk if they ever need him. Wrasseslip is the former mate of Floatingpetal (deceased), father of Bluewave and Driftdune (deceased), and grandfather of Jagguarpaw, Dunepaw, Chiapaw, and Berrypaw. ππ«π’ππ« β₯
γ Shadowspirit γ 106 moons oldβ β βTomβ β βBisexualβ β βElder Though he has grown rather weathered by the years, much like a rock left standing despite years of the tide he is a strong creature, both of mind and of body, however, the has begun to dwindle in recent moons. In his prime he was a stocky cat, large and defined in musculature he was an intimidating foe to face on the battlefield, even outside of the battle his tongue could inflict just as many wounds as his fangs. However, age accompanied by retirement has cut down on his muscles, and what was once lean athleticism has devolved into something more akin to sickliness. However, whilst the midnight black of his sleek pelt may well now be flecked with grey speckles, and his pace is less of a strut and more of a limp, he likes to think himself just as much of a warrior as he once was, and is more than happy to remind you of that fact. And you'd best know his amber eyes still burn with as much determination as the cockiest warrior in the clan. However, he is not infallible, as proved in his tail. As a youngster he was trapped by falling rocks as the tide came in, and in an effort to avoid drowning he was forced to amputate the limb on the spot. He managed to climb off the rocks and promptly fainted, though he omits that part of the story, naturally. As a result, however, he is terrified not of swimming but of climbing, for the lack of the digit makes balancing a difficult task. Confident, a little hot-headed and perhaps a little more immature than he cares to let on, Shadowspirit is very much the bane of the medicine cats on most days. He refuses to sit around useless in camp, as retirement was forced upon him more than it was a choice of his; though it was done very much for his own good. Shadowspirit retains his quick wits, though perhaps not his quick feet, and is more than willing to continue to do his best for his clan. In short, he'd rather be dead than rest, and despite his advanced age can still do a fair job of keeping the medicine cats on their toes. midnightember
γ Otterfur γ 100 Moons β ββ Tomβ β β Heterosexualβ β βElder Otterfur is a small, muscular Tom with dark brown fur. He has a black muzzle and paws. His eyes are a dark yellow, almost golden color. His right eye is clouded, and the right side of his face has scars going down it, from a fight he had been in. He has scars dappling his pelt, showing he has put seasons into his clan as a guard.; Otterfur is a gentle soul. Always happy to watch kits and tell stories. He loves watching the younger cats figure out their paths in life, often eager to listen to them tell him about their training. He tries never to be grumpy, though on the days when the weather hits his bones just right, and makes them ache, he can be a bit snappy. On those days, youβll find him curled up in his nest, not wanting to be bothered. Otterfur spent his kithood, getting under everyoneβs paws, especially the guards. He knew at a young age, he wanted to be out and protecting his clan. His brother, wavecrash, was his best friend. He was very devastated when he was killed. For a short time, the young Otterfur spent time, filled with anger and hate towards everything and everyone, often spending time alone. After about a season, Otterfur warmed back up, knowing his brother would want him to be gentle and loving and protective of his clan, not full of hate and anger. Otterfur spent his entire life, dedicated to protecting his clanmates. He never wanted kits, and in turn, never found a mate. He was happy with training and loving the younger cats of his clan, as if they were his own. Never had a mate or kits. Otterfur had a brother, Wavecrash, who was killed by an eagle when they were younger. His parents, Jaggedclaw(Father) and Mintfur(Mother) both passed due to old age. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 10, 2020 20:10:29 GMT -5
Outsiders γ Gavilana γ 40 moonsβ β βfemaleβ β βstraightβ β βoutsider Gavilana is a tall shecat with sleek fur. Her pelt has alternating stripes of creamy white and deep, wine red. Her blind eyes are bright blue colored. Gavilana is a mysterious cat and is hard to read, constantly caught between the impression given to others by her graceful looks and her true, inner recluse. She loves to hear stories from other cats and enjoys telling stories of her own; often trading stories like currency. Gavilana is very skilled with healing, even though some of her methods are a bit....primeval. Others may consider her crazy and deranged but Gavilana is actually quite intelligent. Rumors from those who have met her swear she has some sort of supernatural power and some cats in the area she lives go out of their way to avoid her. Gavilana's spiritual beliefs are similar to that of the clan cats though she calls them 'Spirit Ancestors" and believes they are the protectors of the natural world and often look for signs of their presence and their guidance. She was granted a gift of visions from the Spirit Ancestors. When Gavilana was a young cat, she had an innate curiosity about life and death. She learned all she could of how herbs could be used to prolong life, or cause death. She dreamed about what would happen to a cat after death and came to learn about the Spirit Ancestors. As her knowledge grew, so did the unease other cats felt whenever they talked to her. As a young adult, Gavilana had made a reputation for herself as a healer and was therefore taken into a powerful rogue group as their personal healer. Her captors were not kind to her and she has many scars to show for it. Gavilana knew how dangerous these cats were and how they practically ran the whole city, and one day, when tending the leaders' wounds after a skirmish, she decided to take matters into her own paws; killing him by using herbs meant to harm. In the resulting chaos, she fled and hid for several days while the rogues hunted her down to kill her for taking their leaders' life. Early one morning, Gavilana heard the rogues and knew she'd been found. She was too exhausted to run any longer. They slashed at her face, destroying the eyesight she needed in order to heal properly. The Spirits Ancestors granted her a gift to receive visions, now that her sight was gone. Gavilana relearned all her healing practices with the help of her newfound power. She now lives in the forest with an old twoleg hermit who always offers great cuddles but never seems to pay any mind to her healing antics. *MorningGlory*
γ Kite γ 39 Moonsβ β βmollyβ β βBisexualβ β βRogue Kite is a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat, with thin, angular features and heavy-lidded pale green eyes. She has a white blaze and white toes, and her tail is long and thin, with a thick tuft of fur on the end. Her teeth are unusually sharp and curved, and she has long, curved whiskers and large, sharply pointed ears. Kite comes off as a bit of a ditz, though cheerful and eager to help. Her apparent lack of wit comes off as innocent and non-threatening, but itis feigned to a certain degree, as she can be quite a skilled manipulator. She has an intensely obsessive persona with those who flirt with her, and nobody would describe her romantic relationships as βhealthyβ, given her aggression towards others who come near her object of desire and her controlling personality. Despite her alarming tendencies, shes lacks ambition or focused aggresion, and is thus easy to control with the right words- a follower to her core. Kite was the only child of a kittypet named Gloss and a loner named Bushel. Her father left the family at a young age, and though she was well cared for by her twolegs, Kite desired to meet her father, and to find adventure in the wild, so she bid goodbye to her mother and left home. She has since drifted from group to group, staying and then inevitably being chased away after her darker nature came to light. Despite everything, she still desires to connect with her father and to find a true love- though most would insist she stay away from romance in general. She has left a history of poorly-ended relationships in her wake- open to future ill-fated romance. Her mother was named Gloss, and her father was named Bushel .She had no siblings. @nettles
γ Dew γ 20 Moonsβββ She-Catβ β β Bisexualβ β βLoner Dew is a beautifully, long legged, slender she-cat. She has gorgeous silver fur, that seems to flow around her. She has a long, feathery tail, that sweeps to the ground. The fur around her paws, is quite long, almost hiding her toes and claws. Her eyes are ice-blue, almost able to lure anyone to her. If you look closely enough, her eyes have dark blue around the edges. She has unusually long whiskers.; Dew is quite the loving she-cat. She is so full of adventure and curiosity. Especially for others and their life stories. She has a fascination for the way the clan cats live, often trying to get close enough to watch them. She is one to use her beauty and soothing honey voice, to get herself out of trouble, especially with another cat. She can be quite flirty, though when someone wins her over, loyalty will be all they get. Her heart is set on becoming a mother, hoping to raise many kits in her lifetime. Dew was born on the edges of Costalclan territory, to a couple of Loners. Jasmine, her mother and Snake, her father, were both killed when she was about 12 moons old, by a couple of foxes. Her siblings went off on heir own, after their parents deaths. She often finds herself lonely, living alone. She has know of the clan cats, since she was a tiny kitten, often wanting to learn more about them. Her parents tried to convince her the clan cats were dangerous and mean, but something tugged her heart towards the Costalclan cats. She often sneaks around their territory, watching them and their ways of living. Her mother was a loner named Jasmine. And her father was a loner named Snake. Both are deceased. β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯
Starclan Open
Deep Dark Open
Cats For Claim Fernwish - sister to Shellsplash Adopted family of Lagoonshine, two gay parents and possible siblings. Bushel- father to Kite unknown tom- father to Leopardtail Frigatepaw - sister to Dovepaw Thornstrike - father to Tumblepaw Sharptalon - father to Thistletongue and Egretstorm Breezesong - mother to Thistletongue and Egretstorm Albacorebreeze - older brother to Piperstorm, 6-10 moons older
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 20:18:30 GMT -5
Relationships Key: Male, Female, Non-binary //Name// means a claimable cat, *means open to relationships, Name means deceased cat, | means different litter Sunstripe + Lightsplash = Aloetail, Brightshell & Sandshimmer ?? + ?? = Cattlespot ?? + ?? = Albatrossdive & Sheerwater
Palmbelly + Sweetflower = //Albacoreblaze//, //Barracudasnarl// & Puffpaw | Piperstorm Wrasseslip + Floatingpetal = Bluewave & Driftdune Cattlespot + Bayflower = Thunderfoot, Flowerstem, Sunshine & Shadestep
Cloudbeach + Sandshimmer = Tiderunner
Riverspring + Marigoldfluff = Crabclaw
Dunerunner + Whiteclaw = Honeybee
Tapirtail + Egretstorm = Shellsplash, Razorwing & //Fernwish// Rippleclaw + Waterglow = Tallfin, Graykit, Shalekit, Palefeather, Dewkit & Seagullstar ?? + Brightshell = Goldentide & Lioncrest
Daystar + Aloetail = Orchidbloom *open for older siblings ?? + Sundapple = Leopardtail *open for unknown fatherRedsand + Dawnheart = Coralshine & Mangotuft
Boulderheart + Dawn{?} = Blazeheart, Heron & Ember ?? + ?? = Makojaw *open for family ?? + ?? = Lotusfin & Shrimpclaw *open for one more sibling ?? + ?? = Lagoonshine *open for adopted family Hickorysmoke(?) + Nimblefoot = Screepaw [adopted by Pearlstone] ?? + Sheerwater = Dovepaw &//Frigatepaw// //Thornstrike// + Minnowpelt = Tumblepaw & Saltpaw *open for siblings Morningrain + Plumeriabreeze = Reefpaw, Sharkpaw & Pearlpaw Bluewave + Windsurf = Jaguarpaw, Dunepaw, Chiapaw & Berrypaw ?? + Turtleheart = Tinykit, Lightkit, Skykit & Echokit [adopted by Piperstorm]
Goldentide mentors MantispawTallfin mentors ScreepawPearlstone mentors DovepawMakojaw mentors Reefpaw Bluewave mentors SharkpawCattlespot mentors Pearlpaw/former mentor was TernwingMangotuft mentors Conchpaw? mentors Jaguarpaw? mentors Dunepaw? mentors Chiapaw? mentors Berrypaw Bluewave is mates with Windsurf
Morningrain is mates with Plumeriabreeze Seagullstar is mates with Shellsplash Scorchstreak is mates with Stormecho Tiderunner is mates with Honeybee
Saltpaw has conflicted feelings for Pearlpaw & Sharkpaw
Pearlstone is rivals with Makojaw Saltpaw finds Chiapaw annoying
Plot Lines
Main Plot; The beginning of Low Tide is warmer than it has been in past seasons, though this is seen as a good omen in CoastalClan. Fish are swimming closer to the surface, herbs are growing in abundance, and the clan seems to be thriving. Until one night, Lagoonshine stumbles into camp - shaking like a leaf, his body colder than the waves at High Tide. His stomach is upset and he can barely stand, light-headed beyond belief. Dragged into the medicine cat den, Coralshine implements every herb she knows to try and heal him but nothing seems to help. Even worse, more clan members begin to fall ill with this random illness, though it's unclear how it's spread. What is this mysterious illness and how will it be cured? Affects: everyone c; Sick Cats Cattlespot (will die) Wrasseslip (will die) Brightshell (will die) Bluewave (will die) Albatrossdive (will survive) Makojaw (will survive) Pearlstone (will survive) Jaguarpaw (undecided) Conchpaw (will survive) Mantispaw (will survive) Lagoonshine (will die) Pearlpaw (will die) Mangotuft (undecided) Seagullstar (undecided, might lose a life)
Members
little blu β₯ - creator/owner - Seagullstar, Goldentide, Orchidbloom, Piperstorm, Razorwing, Mangotuft, Lagoonshine, Sharkpaw, Pearlpaw πππππ’ - owner/mod - Coralshine, Brightshell, Shellsplash, Bluewave, Tiderunner, Reefpaw, Chiapaw, Jaguarpaw *MorningGlory* - mod - Crabclaw, Pearlstone, Screepaw α΄α΄‘Κ - mod - Ternwing, Conchpaw β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ - member - Egretstorm, Scorchstreak, Rainsplash, Thistletongue, Otterfur, Dew, Windsurf, Palefeather, Berrypaw ππ«π’ππ« β₯ - member - Albatrossdive, Plumeriabreeze, Tallfin, Makojaw, Mantispaw, Dovepaw, Wrasseslip @nettles - member - Leopardtail, Kite, Morningrain highprince - member - Cattlespot, Honeybee, Lioncrest, Blazeheart, Tumblepaw, Dunepaw Sand - new member - Rippleclaw, Echokit Tealraven - new member - Baymist, Palmshade, Saltpaw ΚΡΟΙͺα΄α΄ΚΙͺΞ·Ι’ Ξ·ΙͺΙ’Κα΄ΡΚΞ±ΙΡ ~ ~π» - new member - Lotusfin, Shrimpclaw MadFaith - new member - Isledrift
Credit
So much credit goes to πππππ’ and *MorningGlory* for all the wonderful help and support they have given the clan. Truly without their aid this wouldn't have been possible. Their hard work is as much on display as mine and I certainly take no full credit for this clan. Thank you both so much for going above and beyond to make CoastalClan a reality. <3 A ton of thanks to α΄α΄‘Κ as well, as they helped a bunch as well - particularly with traditions! Thanks all. ^^
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 20:19:11 GMT -5
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 20:20:02 GMT -5
save for all the nerves i'm feeling right now
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 20:33:32 GMT -5
Aaaannnd we're open folks! Welcome aboard, mateys! xD
here @nettles, I know you wanted to be tagged ~
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 10, 2020 20:34:25 GMT -5
(ππππ lol there's already so many kitties i love it)
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 20:39:09 GMT -5
( Yeah, we have a lot going on. lol )
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 10, 2020 20:40:57 GMT -5
(wanna go ahead and start RPing? π π)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2020 20:44:37 GMT -5
(Kite is token evil teammate lmao. hope these are okay βοΈ)
γΒ LeopardtailΒ γ 31 Moonsβ β βTom (Trans)β β βHomosexualβ β βFisher Leopardtail is a handsome, chocolate-colored tom, with smooth, sleek fur, a fluffy scruff, and bright green eyes. His tail is unusually long and bushy, covered in white splotches, and he has white bands around each leg, just above his paws. His paws themselves are large, with bigger-than-average webbing between his toes, which assists in swimming, and his whiskers are short than most cats, with fewer of them in general. Leopardtail has made his reputation in his clan for being a killjoy and know-it-all, made all the more infuriating by the fact that he has a tendency to be right. He struggles socially and his blunt observations tend to push others away, and many of the things he says come off as insulting, even if his only intention was honesty. Despite this, he minds little for what others think of him, and doesnβt particularly care if others think heβs a rude, stuck-up furball. His pragmatism and lack of popularity have barred him off from higher ranks, despite his observant nature and quick-wit. Leopardtailβs life has left him feeling like he has something to prove- his father never stepped forward to claim him, and his mother Sundapple, seemingly humiliated by the rejection of his sire, has never told him his fatherβs identity. He entered his apprenticeship as normal, and worked himself hard, constantly seeking to impress a father he didnβt know. Near the end of his training, Sundapple drowned while fishing, an incident that left him feeling more alone than ever, and her death generated bitterness towards his father, who he irrationally blamed for her tragic passing. Since then, he has openly embraced this more bitter side to himself, and has spurned all social advances from his clanmates. Open to flirtingβ β βMother was named Sundapple, father is unknown (though the spot is open to claim). Open to siblings.β β β @nettles
γΒ KiteΒ γ 39 Moonsβ β βShe-Cat (Cis)β β βBisexualβ β βRogue Kite is a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat, with thin, angular features and heavy-lidded pale green eyes. She has a white blaze and white toes, and her tail is long and thin, with a thick tuft of fur on the end. Her teeth are unusually sharp and curved, and she has long, curved whiskers and large, sharply pointed ears. Kite comes off as a bit of a ditz, though cheerful and eager to help. Her apparent lack of wit comes off as innocent and non-threatening, but itis feigned to a certain degree, as she can be quite a skilled manipulator. She has an intensely obsessive persona with those who flirt with her, and nobody would describe her romantic relationships as βhealthyβ, given her aggression towards others who come near her object of desire and her controlling personality. Despite her alarming tendencies, shes lacks ambition or focused aggresion, and is thus easy to control with the right words- a follower to her core. Kite was the only child of a kittypet named Gloss and a loner named Bushel. Her father left the family at a young age, and though she was well cared for by her twolegs, Kite desired to meet her father, and to find adventure in the wild, so she bid goodbye to her mother and left home. She has since drifted from group to group, staying and then inevitably being chased away after her darker nature came to light. Despite everything, she still desires to connect with her father and to find a true love- though most would insist she stay away from romance in general. Has left a history of poorly-ended relationships in her wake- open to future ill-fated romanceβ β βHer mother was named Gloss, and her father was named Bushel (father is claimable). She had no siblings.β β β @nettles
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 20:49:42 GMT -5
( They're good Nettle, I will add Leopardtail! ^^ Yeah Rainy, though it might take me a hot second to get up my starters. xD )
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 10, 2020 20:49:58 GMT -5
(looks good to me, Nettle! I'll add Kite!
and sounds good blu lol, I'm gonna post a few of my own but probably save Shellsplash free for some potential Shell and Seagull interaction)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 10, 2020 20:53:12 GMT -5
Yay!)
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Post by α΄α΄‘Κ on Jul 10, 2020 21:00:25 GMT -5
( Hello, hello, hello! Blu, do you want to RP with Sharkpaw and Conchpaw? o0o )
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 21:02:43 GMT -5
( Sweet, Rainy!! I do, Owl! c: I'm trying to get starters up in general, it might take me a few moments ~ )
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Post by α΄α΄‘Κ on Jul 10, 2020 21:11:16 GMT -5
( Take your time! Excited to get the ball rolling! ^v^ <3 )
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 10, 2020 21:52:30 GMT -5
Tiderunner -- Open // Crescent Cove
It was another hot day, almost uncomfortably hot for some cats. Luckily for Tiderunner, he enjoyed the heat, but it was most likely due to his much shorter fur. Currently the sandy-furred tom was lying on the beach of Crescent Cove, lazying away on one of the shorter and flatter rocks near the edge of the crescent shaped beach. His eyes were closed as his chin rests on the tops of his large paws, the tom close to falling asleep but still alert enough to know if someone were to approach him.
However, the population of cats littering the cove seemed scarce as others were busy with being on a patrol, and while Tiderunner was always itching to go hunt in the oceans waters, he was content with being lazy for now. He didn't often give himself the luxury to do so, nor did his time often allow him the luxury of relaxing. So, he was going to relish his time off, the sun on his pelt felt amazing anyways.
Brightshell -- Open // Camp
Brightshell grumbles under her breath as she steps into the camp clearing, heading straight for the fresh-kill pile. She picked out a small brown mouse from the pile, feeling her teeth sink into its flesh as she found a spot to sit down. Finally off her paws, Brightshell groans as she gives a roll to her shoulders, her muscles aching from a spat she had with an otter earlier this morning. She was old enough to know better than to try and pester the creatures, but she couldn't help it, this one was trying to prey on a baby turtle. Brightshell doesn't often try and get herself involved in those kinds of things, but her motherly instincts kicked in and she couldn't help herself.Β
Fortunately, she came out of the spat unscathed, safe for missing a few tufts of fur. Other than that, the she-cat was tired from such a late night patrol, now it was well into the morning of the next day when she'd finally come back with a couple of the other guards. Finally settling on her belly, Brightshell gave one final body stretch before taking a bit into the mouse she'd picked out.
(I was going to post for Chiapaw and Coralshine but I have to go afk for a hot second and wanted to get at least a couple starters out c: )
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Post by little blu β₯ on Jul 10, 2020 22:00:51 GMT -5
Seagullstar open // just outside camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
The tom had woken early this morning, feeling a bit restless. He hadn't been able to soothe his unsettled mind until he pulled himself out of the nest, away from Shellsplash. He couldn't remember the last night he'd spent in his own den, certainly before his mate had moved to the nursery. Sleep had never come very easily to him but when he didn't sleep beside his best friend and love, it was ten times worse.
Still, he didn't want to risk waking her this morning, especially as dawn was just approaching. Seagullstar had quietly slipped out of the nursery and then left camp, settling himself on top of a near by dune. His hazel gaze rested wearily on the water, while his mind ran rampant with thoughts. A soft sigh escaped him as his tail-tip twitched back and fourth behind him.
Mangotuft open // in camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
Mangotuft was a morning cat, always had been. She loved being up early enough to watch the sunrise over the horizon. The red furred molly was currently settled beside the tunnel that led to the fresh-kill pile, picking the scales off of a small bream. Licking her lips, the molly began to dig into her breakfast, humming in delight. The fish was delicious though she definitely preferred land prey to any slick sea creature caught by the fishers.
Her gaze wandered camp, lingering on the medicine cat den as she wondered if her sister was awake yet. Coralshine might want to share her fish after all. The hunter sat up and tilted her head, her paws shifting anxiously. What to do?
Goldentide opem // guarding camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
The golden furred tom had sat awake most of the early morning, sitting right outside the entrance to camp. He was on patrol assignment later thankfully but right now he'd taken some extra duties on for Albatrossdive. He stifled a yawn, one amber eye sliding over to curiously glance at Seagullstar. Shrugging, he returned to scanning the area before him. The leader seemed deep in thought about something. Goldentide took his job too seriously to take a moment to interrupt the other tom, that would be abandoning his post.
Orchidbloom opem // in camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
Orchidbloom had just woken up, lifting her head tiredly as she blinked in the soft morning light. Stretching out her front paws, the molly sighed, debating how much longer she could lay here and enjoy the sun in her fur. Probably not too long, before she would need to head out for the day. Sitting up in her nest, she smiled at the sleeping forms of her clan mates, a softness in her gaze that spoke of her caregiver nature.
Wincing a bit as she shifted to stand, the molly realized she'd gotten a sharp piece of something or other stuck in her shoulder. A sigh left her maw at the scent of stale blood.
Lagoonshine open // in camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
The timid tom was still sleeping, curled up tightly against the faint breeze that wafted through camp. His tail was tucked over his nose and he never shifted, so still he could almost be dead. Lagoonshine was a heavy sleeper, always had been. He usually didn't sleep for too long though, mush preferring to be out in the water, swimming. The cat had always had an affinity for the water, almost as though he was born to be apart of it. Being a fisher certainly suited him.
Razorwing open // Clearwater Beach βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
Laying in a warmer patch of sunlight, the tom was curled upon a smooth rock, his pale fur shining in the harsh light. He didn't mind a bit, purring loudly as his claws kneaded carefully into the stone beneath his paws. His icy blue eyes were slits, barely open as he gazed out at the horizon. Razorwing wouldn't move the whole rest of the day if he could.
Of course he knew that wouldn't be possible. Eventually Albatrossdive or one of his other clan mates would come find him and make him do some actual work. He seriously didn't look forward to that. Relaxing into a puddle against the stone, he began to allow himself to doze back off, letting the sea breeze ruffle his fur. Sharkpaw open // in camp βοΈβοΈββοΈβοΈ
Sharkpaw shifted in his nest, his legs churning as though he was running from some invisible foe. A mewl, like that of a frightened kit escaped his lips as his head thrashed to the side. Luckily, for his sleeping clan-mates and himself, his ear got crushed against the ground and caused him to be pushed into consciousness. His soft amber eyes slid open, blearily taking in the bright morning light.
Breathing heavily, his heart thundered in his chest, pressing urgently against his rib cage in an attempt to leave his body far behind. Sharkpaw's head felt fuzzy, as though it were full of kitten fluff and an ache spread from his forehead down his spine. Sleeping in strange positions and getting restless sleep was doing little for the apprentice's physical or mental health.
Whats worse is the dreams always left him feeling guilty over the Jagged Cliffs incident. Shifting onto his stomach, he glanced around a bit sheepishly, worried he might have woken one of his clan-mates - or worse, his siblings.
Pearlpaw open // in camp
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Pearlpaw slept peacefully in between her brothers, wiped out from trying to do some hunting drills last night with her former mentor. She still couldn't get them quite right thanks to her limp. She curled closer to Reefpaw, throwing a paw around his shoulder and tucking her head under his. She'd always been cuddly and her small size allowed her to squirm in between her brothers and get nice and warm. Purring softly in her sleep, the molly fell into a deeper sleep.
( Omg done! Sorry they're all so short, I didn't have the drive to make paragraphs for all of them ~ )
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Post by α΄α΄‘Κ on Jul 10, 2020 23:51:16 GMT -5
C O N C H P A W There was no reason for Conchpaw to sleep so lightly. He wasn't restless or nervous. He rarely feared anything aside from the occasional shark or empty stomach, but even so, he always opened his eyes to the slightest mewl. He'd heard many things because of thisβnightmares, whispers, secrets. Even at night, the camp was filled with sounds, and with the sun now stretching its legs over the watery horizon, it had begun to sing its morning chorus. Today, it started with a gasp.
Perking his ears, Conchpaw lifted his head. His eyelids were stuck together, and he had to scrunch his nose to loosen them. When they finally cracked open, he saw the piles of fur surrounding him.
The noise had come from Sharkpaw. He had been struggling since the incident; even Conchpaw, as naive as he was, could see that. Now, although they had never been close, he found himself glancing at the tom in passing. Sometimes, his glances had turned into stares, and it was when he looked around that he realized that he was doing it again.
He turned away, quicklyβtoo quickly. He would know that he'd been seen. Not wanting to embarrass him, he dropped his eyes to the sand. He didn't want to ignore him, either.
They needed a distraction.
Rising to his paws, he stretched his back and shook the sand from his fur. For a moment, he contemplated what to do before he turned to look at the tom. With careful steps, he slunk towards him. He didn't want to wake his siblings, or any warriors who might question him, so his voice was quiet when he was near enough to speak.
"Sharkpaw," he hissed. "Let's go to Velvet Dunes. I have a favor to ask you."
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 11, 2020 2:04:45 GMT -5
Shellsplash -- with Seagullstar // Just outside of camp
Not waking up immediately after her mate had left their nest, Shellsplash slept soundly for a while longer until she began to stir and realized the empty space beside her. Slowly lifting her head, the queen blinked the sleep from her eyes and stared at the spot where Seagullstar had just been sleeping. In her drowsy state it took Shellsplash longer than it should've to rise to her paws, licking her whiskers as she stretched out, feeling her belly brushing the ground far sooner than she was used to. It was a sweet reminder that she was carrying the kits of the cat she loved, the thought bringing a purr to her throat.
Poking her head out of the nursery, Shellsplash observed the state of the clan, noticing that some cats were still peacefully dozing off while others were already up and getting ready for the rest of their day. Not noticing Seagullstar's white and gray pelt, the molly ventured further out of the clearing, tiptoeing her way across the camp before ducking under the entrance. She gives Goldentide a nod and a small smile as she passes the guard, immediately spotting her mate on top of one of the dunes soon after.
With a gentle 'mrrow', Shellsplash climbed up the dune and settled close beside the tom, resting her chin atop his shoulder. "Trouble sleeping?" She asked him in her gentle voice, giving Seagullstar's chest a few licks.
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 10:58:54 GMT -5
OOC: Good evening! I'm pretty new to this variant of the forums, but I was fairly regular on the old one and was hoping to get back into it. Could I possibly join this lovely clan? I was hoping for maybe a queen, a couple of warriors, maybe an elder?
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Post by πππππ’ on Jul 11, 2020 11:03:58 GMT -5
(hello midnight! of course you can join, and those characters sound fine as long as you have a balance of toms and she-cats ^^)
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 11:08:22 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks for saying yes! I shall get on with forms; I'm a little rusty but shall do my best!
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 11:55:03 GMT -5
OOC: I kind of only want to take on three right now, to test the waters again but you asked me to keep genders balanced. So for the time being I'll only have the two if that's okay?
γStormechoγ
27 moons oldβ β βShecatβ β βBisexualβ β βQueen** Likely the prettiest shadow you'll ever meet, she is someone to bad admired from afar, much preferring to keep herself to herself. Stormecho is a lithe shecat, whilst lacking in muscle she is an apt runner, making her quite the talented huntress. Though she isn't a great fighter, when the need arises she is good enough to run circles around you, and witty enough to leave you in her dust. She has a sleek coat swirling in shades of pale silver, though dappled with rosettes of dark grey and black, particularly across her delicate face where the patterns meet in a mask like formation. It continues down her back in two stripes, decorated either side with rosettes and dapples. Her belly is marked with a stripe of creamy white, as though she walked through a puddle of milk and hasn't been bothered to clean it away just yet, and that marking transfers to each of her four paws, where you will find socks stopping just above the ankle of a similar cream shade. Stormecho's eyes are a soft silvery grey, dappled with hints of pale blue though that is difficult to see unless you get close enough, and the moment you are you can bet the best prey on the pile she is getting out of there as quickly as she can. It would be quite easy to mistake Stormecho for being uptight, or conceited. A combination of quite good looks and a shy nature doesn't make her seem overly likeable, but that is perhaps an unfair assumption. For she does have a good heart, it just takes a far amount of digging and more time than the majority of cats have to spare in order to get close to her. This is an affair she is fairly happy with, and would much rather be disliked for untrue assumptions, than liked and that idea spread about the clan. Stormecho is a fairly charming youngster, a silver tongue and strategic nature that despite her young moons makes her a decent ally. She has a good heart and sweet nature, and would never want to see a clan member hurt. Clan born. Apologies I'm not sure what to put here? I don't really want to be my own mate, so wondered if anyone had one available?β β βOpen to anything, probably kits? Or do I have to roleplay them? β βNothing
γShadowspiritγ 106 moons oldβ β βTomβ β βBisexualβ β βElder** Though he has grown rather weathered by the years, much like a rock left standing despite years of the tide he is a strong creature, both of mind and of body, however, the has begun to dwindle in recent moons. In his prime he was a stocky cat, large and defined in musculature he was an intimidating foe to face on the battlefield, even outside of the battle his tongue could inflict just as many wounds as his fangs. However, age accompanied by retirement has cut down on his muscles, and what was once lean athleticism has devolved into something more akin to sickliness. However, whilst the midnight black of his sleek pelt may well now be flecked with grey speckles, and his pace is less of a strut and more of a limp, he likes to think himself just as much of a warrior as he once was, and is more than happy to remind you of that fact. And you'd best know his amber eyes still burn with as much determination as the cockiest warrior in the clan. However, he is not infallible, as proved in his tail. As a youngster he was trapped by falling rocks as the tide came in, and in an effort to avoid drowning he was forced to amputate the limb on the spot. He managed to climb off the rocks and promptly fainted, though he omits that part of the story, naturally. As a result, however, he is terrified not of swimming but of climbing, for the lack of the digit makes balancing a difficult task. Confident, a little hot-headed and perhaps a little more immature than he cares to let on, Shadowspirit is very much the bane of the medicine cats on most days. He refuses to sit around useless in camp, as retirement was forced upon him more than it was a choice of his; though it was done very much for his own good. Shadowspirit retains his quick wits, though perhaps not his quick feet, and is more than willing to continue to do his best for his clan. In short, he'd rather be dead than rest, and despite his advanced age can still do a fair job of keeping the medicine cats on their toes. Clan born - if anyone does want to be his mate/a member of his family, I'll happily update this! Otherwise I'm not entirely sure of how to fill this space? Nothing planned, but feel free to ask!β β βNothing, but if you'd like a grumpy grandfather he's all yours!β β βother
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Post by β₯ππ―π¬π°π±βπ¬π°π’β₯ on Jul 11, 2020 12:10:27 GMT -5
{Iβm still making my characters up, and actually have a few Toms. I have one named Rainsplash and one named Scorchstreak, that could be her mate. Rainsplash is kind and gentle and always trying to see the best in everyone and help everyone. Scorchstreak is a bit gruff. Has a slight temper. But has a big weakness for kits. Heβs super loyal to the ones he is closest to. And would do anything to protect his clan. Whichever one youβd like to match up with your kitty.}
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