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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 11, 2020 13:21:26 GMT -5
( By having them make a male warrior, are you hoping to even out the gender ratio of the warriors section, as opposed to the clan in its entirety? )
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 13:25:06 GMT -5
OOC: I'm just confused as you wanted even genders?
and I'd be happy with either ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ ! though Scorch and Storm sounds like a quite sweet combo personally!
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Post by ᴏᴡʟ on Jul 11, 2020 13:37:42 GMT -5
( Ah. Well, at the moment, I wouldn't trouble Midnight with that. Their genders are even, and if they want to make more characters in the future, they can. Best not confuse them!
Your characters look good, Midnight! ^0^ )
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 13:46:32 GMT -5
OOC: I'll quite happily add a further warrior to even out the ranks! I thought you meant the genders of my characters needed to be even, but I understand you now!
And thank you, Owl!
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 14:06:59 GMT -5
OOC: Please don't worry the fault is all mine!
I shall get a third up at some point tonight if that's okay?
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 14:43:36 GMT -5
OOC: I'll have a think either way! am I ok to roleplay here?
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 14:54:55 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks!
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 11, 2020 15:52:54 GMT -5
『 Albatrossdive 』 61 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊hetero┊ ≈ ┊deputy Albatrossdive 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, “stupid good”, 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. 𝓑riar
『 Plumeriabreeze 』 47 moons┊ ≈ ┊molly┊ ≈ ┊bi┊ ≈ ┊collector 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. Plum’s 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, “that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool” 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. She’s the mom friend. She’s making sure that you’ve 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. 𝓑riar
『 Tallfin 』 38 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊???┊ ≈ ┊hunter Is that a rock? – oh wait, no, it’s just Tallfin. Spot the difference. It’s 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. Tallfin’s 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, ‘cause 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. 𝓑riar
『 Makojaw 』 23 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊bi┊ ≈ ┊fisher 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. It’s 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, he’s so fast. I’ve never seen a tom swim like that! He’ll 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 hornet’s 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 don’t ignore him. He’ll do better, he’ll be the best, he is the best, he can’t not be the best. Watch him. He’ll 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 people’s talent, as long as they are not in direct competition with him). He is open for family. 𝓑riar
『 Mantispaw 』 11 moons┊ ≈ ┊molly┊ ≈ ┊lesbian┊ ≈ ┊apprentice - guard 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, “am I doing this right?” and then stumbles over the podium. She’s on the floor. She’s 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. She’s 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. It’s that acne bump that n-many layers of foundation still fail to conceal. It’s insecurity's last, “gotcha”, and she’s trying to play it off. Please tell her she’s doing a good job at it. Mantispaw is the only child of two dead cats. 𝓑riar
『 Dovepaw 』 8 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊???┊ ≈ ┊apprentice - fisher Dovepaw is not dainty. Stop calling him that. He’s not pretty, he’s fierce. He’s hissing at you right now to prove it. Look at him, baring his wee little claws. His paws are white, aren’t they so cute? His big ol’ blue eyes give him a perpetual babyface; he’s 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 ol’ mean. Dovepaw can be diluted down to overcompensation. He doesn’t want to be pitied or seen as weak, and so he won’t let you get close enough to glimpse his underbelly. He plays up his talents until they appear character flaws. He’s smart, and he makes sure you know it. He’s quick, and he makes sure you know it. Don’t you dare try and compliment him though, or he’ll assume you’re pandering. Poor little Dovepaw, you’re such a good warrior sweetie mmhmmm how precious. Shut up. Half the words out of Dovepaw’s 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, he’s quick-witted, and excels at creative problem-solving. If only he weren’t so rude about it, though. He’s 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 (open). 𝓑riar
『 Wrasseslip 』 112 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊hetero┊ ≈ ┊elder 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 “wrathful wrasse”, 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 life’s 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. 𝓑riar
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Post by highprince on Jul 11, 2020 17:39:40 GMT -5
(Oh, a coastal clan sounds like so much fun. Is it alright if I join? I'm already in a few things with blu, so I totally understand if you'd rather have new people c: )
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 11, 2020 17:40:59 GMT -5
Screetumble
Screepaw walked out of the apprentices den, stopping to stretch her long, lanky legs. She flicked her ears, seemingly almost bored or uninspired as she cast her lazy gaze around the camp. She supposed she could go hunting; filling the prey pile was a near constant chore in clan life. Maybe I'll go towards Rockbound Bay today, she mused to herself and walked towards the camp entrance with a flick of her tail. Screepaw almost always avoided hunting on the coast or tidal pools because she hated getting her feet wet- an irony she was very well aware of- however, the young shecat excelled at hunting among the rocks for which she was named as her lithe limbs allowed her to jump from rock to rock. Pearlstone Pearlstone laid about on the beach, soaking in the sun and enjoying the breeze that blew through her light fur. She had originally come out to fish but decided to rest first and work later. Letting out a mrrow she rolled to her other side, sand coating her pelt in clumps. She opened her eyes a crack to gaze out at the gently rolling waves as the sea lapped at the shoreline like a cat lazily drinking from a puddle. A crab meandering around the rocks caught Pearlstone's attention and she followed it with her eyes, the rest of her body still. This truly was the life.Crabclaw Crabclaw sniffed around the prey pile, looking for something small to eat. He finally decided on a fish and carried it over to a shaded part of camp. He plopped his hulking frame onto the ground and began to eat. As he ate, he watched the goings on of camp. This was one of his favorite pastimes, watching his clanmates go about their daily lives and sometimes he tried to guess what they were thinking about or feeling. He'd gotten quite skilled at reading his clanmates and knew many of their favorite things. Like Screepaw, who wandered slowly out of camp as though she had no particular destination though Crabclaw knew the young shecat liked the bay best. Crabclaw liked knowing these things about his clanmates because it made him feel closer to them and he felt he was better able to protect them buy knowing their habits.
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 11, 2020 17:42:20 GMT -5
( Princy, get your butt in here. You are always welcome! I feel like we have a little friend group/forum family(god the old days) building that just follows each other around. xD I'd be honored to have you join the clan. ^^ )
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Post by highprince on Jul 11, 2020 17:51:07 GMT -5
(Alright! cx I've got an idea for a medicine cat apprentice and I absolutely love him)
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 11, 2020 18:01:17 GMT -5
( Then create away, Prince! Also, if you want there are cats open to claim and some family bonds open ~ There's a kitten and apprentice that haven't been added to Rainy's list, just so you know! )
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 18:20:45 GMT -5
OOC: The clan looks awesome and it’s clear you put tonnes of effort into it! I did ask with the forms, but is it necessary to roleplay my queens kits or can other people have them?
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Post by little blu ♥ on Jul 11, 2020 18:23:04 GMT -5
( No, let people know how many you wanted her to have and how old they would be and we can put them up for claim ~ You can name them if you want or leave it up to the rper. )
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 18:25:31 GMT -5
OOC: I suppose how ever many people would like one seems ok! (Unlesss it’s none, that makes life minorly awkward ) and they’re currently unborn! Nor do I overly mind about names
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 11, 2020 18:27:08 GMT -5
I was thinking of making a kit but didn't want to make a mother so I was going to hold off and see if one of my cats eventually had kittens. But if you like I can make her for your queen)
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 18:29:50 GMT -5
OOC: I’d be so grateful if you would, but please no pressure if you’d rather not!
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 11, 2020 18:31:53 GMT -5
I don't mind I have three ideas in mind, let me know which you like better: Duckkit - a dwarf kitty with a big boisterous personality Bubblekit - your every day run of the mill kitten Tempestkit - a kitten who absolutely abhors water )
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Post by highprince on Jul 11, 2020 18:33:57 GMT -5
『 Tumblepaw 』 8 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊asexual┊ ≈ ┊medicine 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. n/a┊ ≈ ┊His father is Thornstrike, his mother Minnowpelt is deceased.┊ ≈ ┊Thornstrike is claimable, and he's open for siblings. highprince
『 Honeybee 』 42 moons┊ ≈ ┊molly┊ ≈ ┊heterosexual┊ ≈ ┊Guard/Queen 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. Open to mate┊ ≈ ┊Her father, Dunerunner, and her mother Whiteclaw are both deceased.┊ ≈ ┊ highprince
『 Lioncrest 』 39 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊homosexual┊ ≈ ┊hunter 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. n/a┊ ≈ ┊His mother is Brightshell, his brother is Goldentide, and his cousins are Tiderunner and Orchidbloom.┊ ≈ ┊ highprince
『 Blazeheart 』 24 moons┊ ≈ ┊molly┊ ≈ ┊bisexual┊ ≈ ┊fisher 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. ┊ ≈ ┊Her mother, Dawn, is a loner, her father Boulderheart is deceased, and her littermates Heron and Ember are deceased.┊ ≈ ┊ highprince
『 Cattlespot 』 75 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊heterosexual┊ ≈ ┊collector 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. ┊ ≈ ┊His mate, Bayflower, and his children - Thunderfoot, Flowerstem, Sunshine, and Shadepatch are all deceased.┊ ≈ ┊ highprince
『 Dunepaw 』 6 moons┊ ≈ ┊tom┊ ≈ ┊homosexual┊ ≈ ┊undecided 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. n/a┊ ≈ ┊His parents are Bluewave and Windsurf, and his siblings are Chiapaw, Jaguarpaw, and Berrypaw.┊ ≈ ┊He wants to train to be a guard highprince
『 Dolphinleap 』 13 moons┊ ≈ ┊molly┊ ≈ ┊lesbian┊ ≈ ┊fisher The best word to describe Dolphinleap is petite. She's small in stature, and completely unintimidating. Despite her efforts, she was never able to develop any noticeable muscle, staying rather lean her whole life. She's a pretty molly, with soft fur and bright blue eyes with gold around the pupil. Dolphinleap is a silver tabby, with white on her chest and underbelly, muzzle, blaze, and socks on each of her legs. Her tail is long and feathery. As a very young warrior, Dolphinleap is incredibly unconfident in her own abilities. This makes her quiet and shy, not wanting to step forward to try things in case she messes up. She's content to surround herself with louder, more confident cats so that she goes unnoticed. If asked about her nervousness, she'll just stammer out some excuse about how she doesn't want to be the center of attention, unwilling to let anyone else know about her doubts. Dolphinleap feels like the disappointment of her family. Her self-doubt isn't entirely unfounded, as she is far from a great fisher. She would much rather be a guard, but she knows that she's too small to be able to do that successfully. As she comes from a proud and traditional family, she doesn't know what to do about her feelings for other mollies, especially with her parents pestering her about getting a mate. Dolphinleap wants to be known as more than a pretty face - she wants to be a great warrior, but she's convinced that she'll never be able to do that. Dolphinleap was born to two proud, successful warriors. Her family upheld every word of the warrior code, never putting a whisker out of line, and Dolphinleap tried to follow in their lead. However, she always felt like she was falling behind. Her parents constantly compared her to her sibling, who seemed like the perfect warrior next to her. Dolphinleap wanted to train to be a guard, but her parents pushed her to be a fisher, insisting that she'd make a poor guard because of her size. Dolphinleap, however, was not at all talented at fishing, often frustrated her mentor. She failed her first assessment, and she had to watch her sibling become a warrior before her, only making her feel more useless. n/a┊ ≈ ┊Both of her parents are living, and she has one sibling.┊ ≈ ┊Open for people to make her parents or sibling highprince
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Post by midnightember on Jul 11, 2020 18:34:32 GMT -5
OOC: Theyre all such lovely names! I really don’t mind! (Thought Tempest is a variant on Storm and I think that’s even more adorable)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jul 11, 2020 18:35:05 GMT -5
That is quite adorable lol. I'll go with Tempestkit)
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