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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 20, 2020 23:27:19 GMT -5
(Anyone still here?)
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Post by Jademist on Dec 21, 2020 13:53:28 GMT -5
(Hey guys, I'd like to join if that's okay. I'll think of some characters soon  ) |
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Post by Jademist on Dec 22, 2020 10:09:48 GMT -5
(I'll post my characters here! Hawkeyes258 I was wondering if you're interested in having some kind of lovetriangle. Scorchtail could be Snowfeather's mate, the passion between them would be kinda gone and Scorchtail will fall in love with Mystic. It would make for some interesting dynamics haha. Also, drama llama) Name: Scorchtail Description: A large somali tom with a warm, glowing reddish coat, made up of a pale red/beige base coat, ticked with black. A darker streak runs over his spine, from his head to his tailtip. His left ear is nicked. He has a white muzzle and long white whiskers. His eyes are a deep, intense green color. Age: (In moons): 35 moons Personality: Scorchtail is a charming tom with an open personality; he wears his heart on his sleeve and when he’s passionate about something he’ll pour his whole heart into it. He is an independent cat who doesn’t rely on others to make decisions for himself and he can be quite stubborn when he’s set on something. He prizes himself in his fighting skills which he willingly shows off at the tournament. Rank: Warrior Crush: Mystic Mates: (Snowfeather?) Family: Poppyfall and Pearmoon are his littermates. Blazestorm is his father. Their mother died giving birth to them. Background: Scorchtail is clanborn. His father favored his Pearmoon over him and Poppyfall, but this has left Scorchtail unfazed and made him more distant towards his father. It made him rely more on Poppyfall. He's often joking around with Pearmoon, but Poppyfall has been more of a mother to him ever since their real mother died giving birth to them. Screen Name: jademist Picture: (Optional): ---------- Name: Poppyfall Description: A somali she-cat with a warm, glowing reddish coat, made up of a pale red/beige base coat, ticked with black. A darker streak runs over her spine, from her head to her tailtip. She has a white muzzle and long white whiskers. Her eyes are a golden amberish color. Age: (In moons): 35 moons Personality: Poppyfall is an outspoken she-cat, always ready to stand up for what she believes in. She’s incredibly clever and has a realistic way of approaching things. Unlike her sister’s dreamy nature, Poppyfall is very level-headed. Sometimes she’ll be sassy and sarcastic, but cats naturally tend to trust her with their problems because they know she'd tell them the truth. Her loyalty to Tempestclan is unquestionable and she has spent many moons polishing her skills as a warrior. Rank: Warrior Crush: (open) Mates: (open) Family: Scorchtail and Pearmoon are her littermates. Blazestorm is her father. Their mother died giving birth to them. Background: Her father never really paid attention to her, so she vowed to work as hard as she could to make him notice her. Even though she has outgrown her craving for his attention, it has made her a hardworking and ambitious warrior. Hoping to earn the clan’s recognision trough her hard work. However, this familydynamic has made her question herself and she has always felt envious towards Pearmoon for being the favored kit. Being a grown up warrior she supressed her own feelings to keep the family close together, especially since they've never had a mother to care for them. Screen Name: jademist Picture: (Optional): -------- Name: Pearmoon Description: A fawn somali she-cat with a warm, powdery, pale cream coat, made up of a pale cream base coat ticked with a richer shade of cream. A slightly darker streak runs over her spine, from her head to her tailtip. She has a white muzzle and long white whiskers. Her eyes are a pale green color. Age: (In moons): 35 moons Personality: Pearmoon is fun-loving and carefree, which makes her loved among her clanmates. Unlike her sister’s realistic approach to situations, Pearmoon tends to see things in a more romantic perspective. She’s flirty, sociable but also very naive and undecisive. She’d rather avoid conflicts and often tries to lighten the mood. Her preferred skill is hunting, in which she excels. Rank: Warrior Crush: (open) Mates: (open) Family: Scorchtail and Poppyfall are her littermates. Blazestorm is her father. Their mother died giving birth to them. Background: Pearmoon is clanborn. Being her father’s favorite since kithood she is used to getting her way. Because of this, growing up she felt like the better cat compared to her siblings. However, since Poppyfall has proven to be a far more skilled warrior as her, Pearmoon has been put in her place. Scorchtail and her are often joking around, but Poppyfall has always been the one she could rely on. She feels guilty that her siblings did not get the same attention as she did growing up. Screen Name: jademist Picture: (Optional): ----- Name: Blazestorm Description: A somali tom with a warm, glowing reddish coat, made up of a pale red/beige base coat, ticked with black. A darker streak runs over his spine, from his head to his tailtip. He has numerous scars on his pelt from the many battles he fought. His eyes are a pale green color. Age: (In moons): 75 moons Personality: Blazestorm is dutiful and hardworking. He is incredibly dedicated to the clan, especially since his mate had passed away. During his many moons as a warrior he has gained a lot of experience and wisdom, which he gladly uses to help his clanmates. Blazestorm is patient and helpful, but stern when he needs to be. He has a strong distrust for cats outside of the clan because of the quarrels and battles that have taken place with rogues. Even though he has been around for many moons, Blazestorm is still strong and active, but he has an old battle wound on his back leg that sometimes plays up. Rank: Deputy? (Willing to kill him off for plot and drama purposes. Otherwise he'd be a senior warrior.) Crush: (open) Mates: (open) Family: Scorchtail, Poppyfall and Pearmoon are his kits. His mate died giving birth to their kits. Background: When his mate died during kitting it has left an empty space inside of Blazestorm which he desperately tried to fill. It was hard for him to give his feelings a place. His way of coping with the loss was being a doting father on his kits and losing himself in his warrior duties. Though, it was clear that Pearmoon was his favorite kit. Because she looked like a replica of his mate. Blazestorm was oblivious to the harm he caused by favoring one of his kits and his relationship with Scorchtail and Poppyfall has been a little colder because of this. Screen Name: jademist Picture: (Optional): |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 23, 2020 10:17:37 GMT -5
(I would love to be apart of the love triangle and Blazestorm can be deputy! I'll add all your characters and make a big post after work)
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Post by Jademist on Dec 23, 2020 10:34:42 GMT -5
(That’s great! Let’s start some drama hehe )
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 23, 2020 22:40:54 GMT -5
(Everyone has been added and I finally assigned mentors to apprentices)
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Post by Jademist on Dec 24, 2020 2:14:42 GMT -5
(Yay! I was wondering, would Scorchtail be the father of Snowfeather’s kits?
Also, I love the concept of the territory and the camp, very original! 😃)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 30, 2020 16:25:30 GMT -5
(Thank you and yes he would be  ) |
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Post by Jademist on Dec 30, 2020 17:33:39 GMT -5
( Ohh great! Also, what are you planning with the rogue plot? I could make some cats for that as well if you’d like 😃 I’ll try to write starters for my characters in a minute!)
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Post by Jademist on Dec 30, 2020 17:38:19 GMT -5
Scorchtail sat near the freshkill pile with Pearmoon. He had just finished his piece of prey and started grooming his red fur. Small pieces of moss still clung to his pelt. Just before his meal he had brought some fresh moss to the nursery, making sure that Snowfeather would be comfortable. His green gaze scanned around the camp, everyone seemed to be at ease and doing their own thing. His bushy tail flicked softly. Deep down the large tom was nervous. Nervous about soon becoming a father. He wondered how much time he still had to get used to the idea of being a parent. Probably not too much time, as Snowfeather’s belly was growing larger with the days. The red tom snapped out of his thoughts as his sister’s voice rang in his ears.
“What are you dreaming about?” Pearmoon laughed at her brother. The creamy she-cat took a bite of the vole that was in between her paws. “Ah. Nothing. Just wondering when Snowfeather will have the kits.” Scorchtail replied in between licks. “I think it won’t be too long. She looks exhausted.” Pearmoon commented after swallowing her bite. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to carry a bunch of kits around in her belly. It was something she’d rather hold off for now.
Poppyfall had just returned from a hunting trip with her apprentice. A plump squirrel dangled from her jaws. She placed the limp creature down on the freshkill pile and trotted over to her siblings, who seemed to be lounging in camp after a meal. Her tail swished in greeting and she sat down to help Scorchtail groom, listening in on their conversation before chiming in.
Blazestorm stretched his legs as he sat up from bathing himself. He was getting ready to organize border patrols, his green gaze scanning over the cats in the camp. He’d picked up that a loner had been spotted along the border, so it would be a good time to check all the borders and make sure no other cats were trespassing. Luckily the medicine cat had chased the loner off. Swiftleap still impressed him with her diverse skills. He wasn’t as impressed with Shadowpaw though, but the apprentice still has time to learn.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 31, 2020 14:48:43 GMT -5
( Ohh great! Also, what are you planning with the rogue plot? I could make some cats for that as well if you’d like 😃 I’ll try to write starters for my characters in a minute!) (Nothing in particular yet aside from bloody battles and cats being taken hostage) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 31, 2020 15:14:31 GMT -5
Falconfrost noticed Blazestorm looking around and rises to his paws. He had a feeling the deputy was looking for cats for a patrol. He wouldn't mind getting out of camp for a bit. Maybe, I can bring Screechfang along. He didn't want his brother to be sulking somewhere. "Are you looking for cats to join a patrol?" He asked.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 1, 2021 10:28:38 GMT -5
(Happy new year guys!! I’ll try to reply today or tomorrow!)
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Post by Jademist on Jan 1, 2021 16:17:09 GMT -5
( Robinbreeze Scorchtail could meet Mistic if you want!) Blazestorm’s ears perked up as Falconfrost approached him and he offered the warrior a nod in greeting. “Yes I was looking to assemble some border patrols.” The red tom rose to his paws. “Will you join me? Your brother might want to tag along as well.” He suggested, before walking in the direction of the freshkill pile where other warriors had gathered to eat. “Scorchtail, Pearmoon, you two will go on a border patrol in the opposite way. Where Swiftleap encountered the loner. Make sure he’s really gone.” With that he glanced back at Falconfrost, waiting for him and his brother to join him. Pearmoon reluctantly stood up. She wasn’t really too eager to go on a border patrol, especially near the place a loner had been spotted. With a soft sigh she padded past the deputy and into the forest. Maybe she could catch some prey along the way. Scorchtail followed his sister as she walked away from the camp, towards the border of their territory. He stopped a few times to scent te air but he didn’t pick up anything unfamiliar yet. The large tom was actually happy to go for a walk to take his mind off things. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 4, 2021 0:47:02 GMT -5
Falconfrost nodded his head. "I would like to come along." He mewed eager to get going. Falconfrost turns his head towards the warriors den and calls out, "Screechfang get over here!" He called out. Screechfang grumbles to himself but rises to his feet and wanders over to his brother and Blazestorm.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 4, 2021 3:59:27 GMT -5
Blazestorm greeted Screechfang with a flick of his tail. “Let’s go.” He meowed and lead the way, opposite from where the other two warriors went. With a steady pace he kept his eyes and ears open to unusual scents or signs of trouble. “How has life been?” The tom asked Falconfrost and Screechfang as they walked. Blazestorm was genuinely interested, it was important to him to know what was going on in the lives of the warriors in Tempestclan. Plus, he had always felt more of a connection with Screechfang as they had went through the same experience of losing a beloved mate.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 4, 2021 11:46:11 GMT -5
( That’s okay 😃 )
It didn’t take too long for Pearmoon to become distracted from the task they were given. She’d noticed something rustling the leaves in the distance and picked up the faint scent of a squirrel. “I have to go after this one. I’ll catch up with you.” The creamy she-cat offered her brother a small grin before dashing off. Her brother didn’t have time to protest. Hunting was more fun to her than patrolling anyway.
Scorchtail just rolled his eyes at his sister’s antics. “Whatever.” He muttered as he continued his way, nearing the Tempestclan border. After leaving some scentmarkers on the nearby plants he padded along the border. A few taillengths further he stopped and parted his jaws to scent the air. He was close to the place Sparrow had been sighted and his nose picked up the faint scent of the loner - or so he thought, as it didn’t smell familiar. Once the red tom followed his nose he noticed the scent became stronger and stronger. Wait. This can’t be right. In a small clearing at the border a beautiful pale gray she-cat came into sight. She surely couldn’t be the same loner Swiftleap had described.. “Are you lost?” Scorchtail inquired, his tone light as he padded closer to her. His fluffy tail swished confidently behind him.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 4, 2021 13:19:28 GMT -5
Scorchtail sat down on his haunches, as close to her ar he could while staying at the Tempestclan side of the border. He was still a little wary but something about this she-cat tickled his interest. As she mentioned her brother it clicked in his head. “Ah, your brother must’ve been that loner Swiftleap chased off.” Scorchtail meowed, his green gaze resting on the she-cat. “So it’s just the two of you?” The tom guessed, trying to find out whether they were part of the rogue group nearby. She didn’t really look like one of them though. But that was just a feeling he had and he wanted to know for sure.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 4, 2021 14:25:50 GMT -5
Scorchtail was glad to hear she was just roaming around with her brother. He didn’t want to attack her; she wasn’t even on their territory yet. Though, Scorchtail knew his clan wasn’t fond of outsiders and they wouldn’t be happy to know he let her off the hook. Maybe he could warn her to stay off Tempestclan territory. “Do you and your brother know there are a lot of hostile cats around here?” He paused for a moment. “I’m probably the nicest cat you’ll meet around. The others won’t be so nice.” The large tom chuckled, hoping to keep the mood light. He hadn’t often met another cat besides his own clanmates or the vicious rogues. It intrigued him that some cats chose to live their lives more secluded and alone.
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Post by Jademist on Jan 4, 2021 15:10:12 GMT -5
Scorchtail twitched his white whiskers in amusement at her sarcastic comments. The gray she-cat seemed a little nervous or jumpy though. He wondered whether her brother would be back soon and Pearmoon would be somewhere around too. But he hoped they would stay away for a little more. Her interest in clanlife surprised him, what would be the harm in conversating about their differences? “Well, quite big actually. We work together and we live by the warrior code, which is a set of rules we follow to give our lives more structure. And we usually hunt in patrols. We make sure elders, queens and sick cats are fed first. It can be hard but it’s nice to have cats around to look out for you and to find comfort, companionship and togetherness.” The red tom explained, it felt easy to talk to the she-cat. She was interesting and different. “What about you? How did you two end up here?” Scorchtail asked, equally curious about her life as she was about his.
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Robinbreeze
On vacation till the 27th. Will work on replies when I get back.
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Post by Robinbreeze on Jan 4, 2021 15:41:05 GMT -5
Mystic tilted her head as he spoke, trying to picture what he said. "Wow, that does sound nice, though having rules to speak for how you live sounds hard. Can you not leave your territory, ever?" Eyes wide, she thought about all the places she had seen since she had left the warm den of her housefolk back when she was younger. She wouldn't have given anything to go back and change her choice; she loved being about to live and hunt wherever. "Sparrow and I lived with an elderly couple when we were younger. But it just wasn't the right life and so we left and have been roaming ever since. Well, until we came here and actually decided to settle in for a while. I don't know if we'll travel again, but personally, I'd like to stay. Though it could be less humid," she mewed, grinning as her mind came back to the present.
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Bisexual
malruth
is mayonnaise an instrument
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by malruth on Jan 4, 2021 15:50:06 GMT -5
i'd be open to joining! i can work on some characters |
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Post by Jademist on Jan 4, 2021 16:13:44 GMT -5
(That’s fun, welcome!)
“I guess we could leave but we have the responsibility to look after eachother and our territory is big enough to sustain a large group.” Scorchtail meowed thoughtfully. It never crossed his mind to travel over the borders. His tailtip twitched softly as Mystic mentioned she wanted to stay. He had mixed feelings about this, another encounter with one of his clanmates couldn’t be ruled out but he decided not to comment on it for now. On the other hand, he wouldn’t mind meeting her again. It was nice to be able to have a mostly lighthearted chat and not worry about responsibilities for a moment. “I can imagine the life of a kittypet isn’t really exciting.” He smiled at her. “So you’ve made a good choice. And you obviously have a good taste as you came along our territory. Unfortunately the humidity is part of the deal.” The red tom gave her a small wink.
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Bisexual
malruth
is mayonnaise an instrument
Pronouns: she/her or they/them
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Post by malruth on Jan 4, 2021 18:31:36 GMT -5
drama llama  Name: Briarclaw Description: long legged, well muscled dark brown tabby she-cat with black patches all over her pelt. She has two black front paws. Age: 49 moons. Personality: Briarclaw is stubborn, much like her father. But no cat can question her devotion to her clan. She is extremely loyal, and can be a bit too protective over the ones she loves. Rank: Warrior. Crush: None at the moment, but she would like to take a mate in the future. Mates: Same as above Family: Her father is Mousestrike, and her mother is Briarheart, who died in her kitting. She is an only kit. Background: She is named after her mother, whom she bears a resemblance to. She was raised by the other cats in the clan, due to her father’s depression over her mother’s death. Briarclaw strives to be like her mother, who was well liked and respected. Screen Name: malruth Name: Mousestrike Description: very small, very dark gray tom. His pelt is so dark it’s almost black. His left hind leg is out of place, due to the fact that it was broken and never healed correctly. This makes it more difficult for him to walk long distances. Age: 121 moons. Personality: A prickly cat, Mousestrike is sometimes difficult to like. But just like his daughter, Mousestrike is extremely loyal to his clan. He is a good story teller, and enjoys the company of younger cats. (Even though he would never admit it.) Rank: Elder. Crush: None. Mates: Mousestrike was mates with Briarheart, but after her death he has refused to take another mate, claiming that he doesn’t want to replace her. Family: His daughter is Briarclaw. Background: One of the oldest cats in the clan, Mousestrike was a warrior for many moons before he broke his leg, and it never properly healed. This forced him to retire earlier than he wanted, which frustrated him for many moons. His negative attitude was only worsened after his mate, Briarheart, died during kitting. Their daughter became a painful reminder of her mother, and Mousestrike neglected to be a large part of her life. Screen Name: malruth (Let me know if there is anything I should add or change! I can also add more cats if we need more |
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