post-for-a-cat v6 (tumblr crossover event????)

This actually dose seem like a really good move

Psi Nygma

Yewtalon is a light cinnamon marbled tabby molly with heavy white spotting and amber eyes. All four of her legs have tall white socks just over halfway to the shoulder. Her tail is ringed with bands of white and cinnamon tabby. Her neck and chin are white, forming a ring around her neck. A few large white dapples interrupt her cinnamon marbled tabby flanks. She has particularly long and hooked foreclaws, which, along with her strong shoulders, lend her physique to climbing trees.
Yewtalon doesn't enjoy many things. She likes perching up high, especially in the mornings when she can relax to the sound of birds. She also likes small dark spaces, as they make her feel safe. She doesn't have any real hobbies or subjects she likes to talk about, she doesn't have many close friends or family members, and while doing her job as a warrior is satisfying and a point of pride, she doesn't particularly enjoy patrolling and doesn't go out of her way to volunteer for more tasks. Her sister is trying to get her some hobbies, putting friction on their relationship as Yewtalon doesn't feel she needs any to be happy, despite her sister's concerns.

yep! As soon as they're posted, they are yours to do with whatever you'd like. You can change or alter them in any way, use them for anything; they are 100% entirely your OC. No credit needed.

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Sharp Bramble under Dry Leaves (Bramble) is a tiny dark grey-and-white tabby tom with green eyes. His dark grey fur is close to black with thin, jagged tabby markings of a far lighter shade drawn across his flanks. A white splotch spreads from his chest across his chin, muzzle, face and shoulders. His hind two paws have small white boots. His green eyes have a distinct lighter ring around the pupils. Bramble is hardly bigger than an apprentice with short legs and a squat body.
Bramble doesn't waste time being polite. If he has something to say, he'll say it bluntly. He rarely bothers with small talk, judging it beneath him, though he can be nosy trying to unearth a cat's deepest secrets; he loves trying to peel away the polite mask others put on to get to what he thinks is their true selves. Bramble can be quite impulsive. He is equally likely to put something off and strategize an approach for moons before attempting a difficult task.

he def holds gremlin energies

Snowfire here's your kittens!! Welcome to the thread and come back any time (; You can post as much as you want so long as you wait before I give ya the cats before rejoining the line~

Twigwhisker is a chocolate tom with tabby points and amber eyes. His rich brown fur is solid for most of his pelt, only showing faint, paler tabby markings on his points: his tail is ticked with markings, as are his paws, ears and muzzle. A single drop of white marks his chest. He has long, narrow limbs with tall ears and a long tail. Twigwhisker always looks underfed, with his spine and ribs sharp and defined when he moves. He is nimble, the quickest cat in the Clan, and is a fantastic hunter.
He's always been the runt of the litter and relies on Mudsnarl to stand up for him. Twigwhisker lives in his sister's shadow, more comfortable following her than making his own path. He is only now slowly trying to find himself, consciously trying to put himself in situations where she can't be around to help. Twigwhisker can be skittish and nervous and is afraid of making mistakes. He holds himself to impossibly high standards and is disappointed when he inevitably can't reach the high bars he set for himself. Despite his shy nature, Twigwhisker gives surprisingly good advice, both insightful and kind.

Mudsnarl is a chocolate spotted tabby molly with white markings and amber eyes. Her dark fur matches Twigwhisker's exactly, but is broken up by lighter spotted tabby markings down her spine, around the base of her tail and at her cheekbones. Her stomach and chest are white, as is her tail-tip and a diamond on her forehead. A streak of white runs up the backs of all four of her paws. She is bulkier than her brother, with defined muscles and a powerful lunge. Her incisors are abnormally long, giving her a fanged grin she leverages to intimidate foes.
The outgoing one of the pair, Mudsnarl isn't afraid to stand up for herself and Twigwhisker. After their mother died young, she stepped into the protective role, ensuring that Twigwhisker had the support he needed to succeed even at the cost of her own training. Because so much of her time was spent helping her brother, Mudsnarl's own skills--especially hunting--are lacking and she often comes back from patrol without catching a single piece of prey. Of course, she can do no wrong in Twigwhisker's eyes; Mudsnarl tries to hide her frustration caused by the gaps in her training from him. She finds socializing easier than her brother, but doesn't have many close friends as she can get overprotective of Twigwhisker, causing her to lash out at others if she thinks they are being rude towards him.

𝓣𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓵 welcome welcome! Have some cat

Sagepath is a medium-furred, cream smoke molly with blue eyes. Her fur is very light ginger, darker around her spine and ruff where the fur is longer and fading to a pale off-white at her chest, stomach and points. The darkest cream is flecked with even darker ginger in a false ticked tabby pattern. She has a delicate, elegant build. Her eyes are a solid, light blue and are always watching with intent and focus.
A competitive spirit burns in Sagepath. She can't help it: every cat is an opponent in her eyes. She must be better, smarter, prettier. She struggles greatly to self-motivate and must have someone else set a goal for her to reach; if she can't find anyone better than she is (or willing to compete), then it is nearly impossible for her to improve herself at that skill. That being said, once she has her mind set on something, she gives it every minute of her attention. Sagepath also has a wide variety of skills, gained from her jealousy of others' abilities and her subsequent determination to achieve the same feats.

Foxbolt is a dark ginger molly with amber eyes. Her fur is a russet red with even darker markings over her shoulders and head. Her front paws have speckles of white, as do her cheeks. Her left ear is entirely white. She has long white whiskers and a feathery tail. Her amber eyes are flecked with gold when you look up close and reflect yellow in the night. She has exceptional night vision and above average hearing.
Foxbolt is also competitively minded, but she only has eyes for Sagepath. She views the two-moons-older molly as a fierce rival and is constantly trying to outdo her. Frustratingly for her, Sagepath doesn't seem to acknowledge their rivalry and rarely sees Foxbolt as real competition. This in turn leads Foxbolt to push harder to try and grab her attention. She will do anything to try and impress Sagepath and force the competitive molly to turn all her attention onto Foxbolt.

Psi Nygma More post = more cat that's the rules~
also: city tribe

Rainbow Trapped in Oil (Rainbow) is a ginger-and-cinnamon torbie molly with white dapples and green eyes. Her fur is swirled with complex patterns of pale ginger, darker red, and tan with a mid-toned but rich brown forming classic tabby swirls over the top. A large white dapple covers her shoulders and the back of her neck, another her right cheek just below her eye, another the middle part of her tail, the last coating her left hind paw. Her green eyes have lighter crescents on the outer edges.
Rainbow is an enthusiastic molly that only has one volume: loud. She specializes in fishing the creeks as the sandy banks are the only place she finds peace--at least enough to have the patience for a hunt. Rainbow is extroverted and needs to meet new cats and make new friends regularly, else she become restless and irritable.

𝓣𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓵 I was torn on Foxbolt's suffix. On one hand, I really really like -bolt as a concept but the other felt it might be too much. I think I decided I liked it after finishing the description
and I should be the one thanking yall for visiting~ Making cats for people on this thread is probably my favorite thing to do on the forums (; So please keep coming back hehe

Wrenfall is a long-furred black ticked tabby cat with amber eyes. His long fur is silky and soft to the touch. His black fur has lighter markings: dense flecks, like dashed lines, run vertically from his spine to his stomach, fading away the further they go until they disappear. Their left hind foot has white fur tufts and there's a pair of white dots beneath their left eye. They have strong hind legs for jumping and specialize in chasing squirrels and birds up trees.
Wrenfall is an unassuming cat. They are kind but keep a polite distance from their Clanmates. He has a circle of a few close friends--some from other Clans--that secretly get together to share gossip every once in a while. He is a good teacher and cares deeply for his apprentice. He often sneaks out at night to watch the stars.

It seems like the move for Warriors Misc. has gone well! yes, I am here for a cat.

Sand it's a slow start, but it'll get there, I think.

Acornfeather is a medium-furred, cinnamon golden smoke, agouti tabby tomcat with amber eyes. His fur is a rich chestnut brown with golden undertones that make it shimmer. A darker, solid stripe runs down the length of his spine, making a cap over his head and ears and a half-ring around his neck. All four of his paws are shackled with the darker color around his ankles. Darker and lighter speckles mix on his shoulders. His tail-tip is white and he has a white diamond on his forehead.
Nothing about Acornfeather is sharp. His limbs are rounded, his body soft and only lightly muscled. He doesn’t have much fight in him, really, preferring to give way without resistance. He’s not the sharpest twig in the forest either, often coming to incorrect conclusions based on faulty logic and making the same mistakes repeatedly. Instead he’s learned patience: Acornfeather waits to hear all sides of the story before he makes choices. He tends to have a fairly strict moral compass and does not believe any reason is an excuse to bend the rules--they’re put in place for a reason after all. He enjoys routine and building and fixing things around camp which he has a knack for as he is great at spatial conceptualization.

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Hello!

Brownie He’s wonderful, thank you for my curly coated catten!