ｔｈｅ ｔｒｉｂｅ ｏｆ ｆａｄｉｎｇ ｃｏｌｏｒｓ (anti-clan // accepting // active)

We don't have a rule against following religions other than ours', we aren't THAT evil, however most of the members of our tribe believe in what we call the Colors. That's where the tribe's name came from, in fact, although we'll get to that later. Let's start at the beginning.

Many moons ago, there were seven StarClanners known as Crimson, Tangerine, Dandelion, Emerald, River, Violet, and Indigo, although back then, they had clan names. They were all recently dead, and all furious that StarClan wouldn't grant them another chance, for they all died unfairly. By pure chance, they all met up in StarClan, and became good friends. And they all agreed that they couldn't take it anymore.

So, they left StarClan for unclaimed lands, and that's when they found a forest of clouds and claimed it as their own, dubbing it Sky Woods. They dwelled there for a while before becoming lonely; even though they were great friends, talking with the same cats every day got boring. So, Indigo, who was training to be a medicine cat before she died, was sent down to Earth to contact a mortal cat. She found Persephone, a rogue kit who was lost, orphaned, and alone.

Indigo visited her often, and they became friends. Penelope grew into a beautiful young she-cat, and she met another loner. They fell in love, and she shared the religion now referred to as the Colors with her mate and her kits. They shared it with their friends, their mates, and their kits, and pretty soon, their beliefs were widespread.

StarClan was jealous of this, or so they say, and one tom was brave enough to curse them. Eventually, the Colors would die, for real this time, and the religion would fade away. They tried frantically to undo the curse, but it was too late. The Colors would die.

Desperate, Crimson, the leader of the seven, gathered a group of mortal cats who believed strongly in the Colors. They were to form a group, called the Tribe of Fading Colors, and to ensure that the Colors would live on in the memories of these cats. And they were to hate the clans, for it was StarClan who doomed them.

To this day, the traditions continue, although we aren't as strict about them now. Feel free to believe if you'd like.

--about you--
Username:
Nickname:
Other:

--your character--
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Position Desired (if applying for a hp/shp, put a non-hp backup position as well):
Appearance (three sentences):
Personality (five sentences):
History (five sentences):
Anything else?:
RP Sample (hps/shps only):

Niffler wrote:

--about you--
Username: Niffler

Nickname: Don't think I have one yet!

Other: "gold is butter"

--your character--
Name: Moscow

Gender: Male

Age: 2 years

Position Desired: Advisor // Guardian (if not advisor)

Appearance (three sentences):

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Moscow is sturdy in build, but not particularly large or bulky. He is about average height, with sleek chocolate fur. He has almond shaped amber eyes, which always seem to be on the alert.

Personality (five sentences):
Moscow is a very serious cat. He's all business all the time, and takes his duties very seriously. There is nothing he enjoys more than the feeling of a job well done, so he makes sure to always do the best he can. This makes him a bit of a bore most of the time. He doesn't take much time to joke around or make friends. When he does try to be friendly, it just comes off as...Akward. Really awkward. Because of this, most of his conversations with other cats involve him barking out orders or discussing strategy for upcoming battles.

History (five sentences):
Born and raised a loner, Moscow had to learn from a young age how to fend for himself. His parents were very hard on him and his siblings, teaching them to hunt and fight as soon as they could walk. It was hard work, and he didn't have much time to have fun or play or be a normal kit. He's never resented his childhood though. If it weren't for his parents' tough attitudes, he probably wouldn't be alive today!

It was about six moons ago, in the dead of winter, that he stumbled across the Tribe of Fading Colors. Moscow was looking for a place to take shelter during a storm, and that place happened to be the Tribe's cemetery home! Thankful to the Tribe for allowing him to take shelter there, Moscow felt that he should stay and hunt and fight as repayment. After a few enjoyable moons with the Tribe, he decided to stay permanently.

Anything else?: I really like the setting for this Tribe!

RP Sample (hps/shps only):

With Moscow

All was quiet in the graveyard Moscow called home, as usual. One could even say things were deathly quiet. The tom was returning from a successful hunting trip, dragging along a young rabbit and two mice. It wasn't strictly in his job description to do the hunting, but now and then he liked to get a little practice in. It wouldn't do for his claws to dull from lack of use, and he preferred to stay at the top of his game. So long as he didn't get into any trouble, Moscow liked to hunt for himself now and then.

Trotting briskly into the camp and dropping off his fresh-kill, he looked around for anyone else who was out and about. Moscow disliked to see Guardians lounging about with nothing to do. In his mind, there was always work to be done. Battles to prepare for, novices to train...And of course, he had to make sure the Empress was safe and happy. Making up his mind, the chocolate tom picked up the rabbit he had caught and padded to the Empress' den.

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Flowers wrote:

--about you--
Username:Flowers
Nickname:Flowers or Rawr
Other: Oh, uh, I like writing and lettuce.

--your character--
Name: Sunwatcher
Gender: Male
Age: 36 moons
Position Desired: Whisperer (Or, Prisoner. If denied Whisperer I'll change the History. Are their Elders?)
Appearance:

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Personality: Carefree simpleton who would prefer to lay on his back and watch t he stars for decades if he could. He rarely seems anything else but curious, and to detect any anguish would be a particularly catastrophic day.
History: He was a kittypet named Pox, belonging to a quirky inventor who believed in every conspiracy theory he'd heard. His brother always listened, not sure who this Government was, but he preferred to listen while his previous owner talked nicely about flowers or stars. He loved it when he got all philisophical. Him and his brother were two halves of their master's hole, one never trusting and the other always thinking of the little things.
This behavior always got his brother in trouble, particularly with his need to argue. He came home with far too many battle scars, and while their owner was experimenting Sunwatcher did his own experiments with the herbs in the backyard, eventually becoming a skilled healer.
One day, his brother didn't return. He waited three days before he left, setting out to find him but never managing. He found the Tribe of Fading Colors and easily fit into their ways. He started off as a Nurse, but after a year the visions began. He immediately told the Empress and became a Whisperer. They come in visions of color, rarely taking form or shape but still delivering a clear message, but rarely too wordy.
Anything else?: Gold is Butter.
RP Sample: I didn't have any cat roleplay to go off of since this'd be my first, so here's a totally unrelated fantasy post.

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Hop, hop, hop. A young jack rabbit quickly traveled through the underbrush of the high forest, passing his brothers and flipping straight into a meadow of daffodils. His legs flung him into the pit of the flowers, bouncing along on the soft grass and refreshing flowers. Suddenly, a heavy rock got in his way, tripping his front legs and sending him spiraling over it in a front flip, falling on his rump by the rock's shoulder. Er.. rocks don't have shoulders. He quickly whipped around, backing up from the figure laying in the grass. It's pale skin had a powdery feel he appreciated, but the steely glare it bore frightened him as it sat up. He cowered, lowering his ears and watching the chiseled man with specks of unfinished work to be done around his eyes and a leaky, colorful substance smeared into it's cheeks. The rabbit knew nothing of statues, but it was an interesting sight. Still, he was scared, terrified even as the statue leaned forward and struck out with his arm, gripping his ears before he could even react. No! He thrashed, belting small cries and kicking his feet, but scratching the surface of it's skin did nothing. It's medium-length hair flowed like real people's, and it's reflexes were unmatched, but it's skin was hard as diamonds. The jack rabbit wasn't sure what happened next, a sharp pain in the center of his neck was the only clue he could use for a hypothesis, but even then his thought process, energy, and life were ended right there, falling limp immediately in his demise.

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clrgrdhrslvr wrote:

--about you--
Username: clrgrdhrslvr
Nickname: Color
Other: gold is butter

--your character--
Name: Nakia

Gender: Female

Age: 17 moons

Position Desired (if applying for a hp/shp, put a non-hp backup position as well): Healer, or Guardian

Appearance (three sentences): Nakia is a gorgeous lilac point. Her muzzle area, ears, and lower limbs are all a solid lilac, and her body is an even cream color. She has dark brown eyes, which tend to draw your attention away from her lustrous long fur up to her face.

Personality (five sentences): If put to the task of describing Nakia in one word, many cats would chose the word "moody". This she-cat often has wild mood swings, for seemingly nonexistent reasons. She can be reckless and impulsive, and is very quarrelsome. Despite these shortcomings, she is intensely loyal and can be very charming, especially to cats she doesn't know well. She has an unlikely soft spot for kits, and often offers to "kit-sit" for the Mothers.

Note- I based her personality on the criteria of Borderline Personality Disorder.

History (five sentences): Nakia was born to a kittypet and a loner. Although her mother loved and cared for her, Nakia never felt like she mattered as much as her brother. She considered herself "Daddy's Little Girl"- however, as her father was a loner, she rarely saw him, and when she did, he often dismissed her attention. When she was a year old, her Twoleg passed away, and fearful for her future, Nakia left her home and ventured into the unknown. After wandering through the countryside for some months, she happened across a graveyard and.. that leads us to the present day.

Anything else?: I have lots of plot ideas for her :) Also, are Nurses allowed to have kits?

RP Sample (hps/shps only):

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Tvuna awoke to the dulled sound of raindrops hitting the earthen roof of the den she slept in the night before. More importantly, she awoke to an impertinent raindrop that dared to make its home on her muzzle. It ran down her muzzle, hesitating for a millisecond before falling onto her paw. The young silver tabby she-cat flicked her tail, slightly irritated by the adventurous raindrop. After a moment of consideration, however, she decided that the raindrop had as much right to be here as her, maybe even more. It had no chance to decide where it would fall; it just fell. She, on the other hand, could make a conscious choice concerning her actions. She glanced up at the sod roof of the abandoned fox den she had inhabited for the past few hours, just in time for another raindrop to attack her eye. She blinked spastically, trying to dislodge the slightly acidic water from her eye. Successful, the 8 moon old she-cat opted to abandon her shelter, and to let the rain invade.

The unprovoked attacks to her eye and muzzle had not completely woken the she-cat up, however. Blinking off sleep, Tvuna shakily got to her paws. She was still not used to the freedom of making her own decisions; when to eat, when to sleep, when to wake up; it was all new to her. Between the moments when she contemplated her mother's actions concerning her siblings, and the inexplicable reasons why her old Twoleg was willing to share his den with another Twoleg.. a female, no less! Innocent of the ways of the world, Tvuna still believed the misconception that every and all toms were gross, and that she would contract some type of infection or fungus if she sat too close to one for too long. Her mother had once told her that if she talked to a tom for too long, she would turn into one!Mother also said she loved my siblings, and would never take them away from me; me, who understood them the most! They'll never survive with her! Tvuna shook her head in disgust at the thought of her selfish mother. She loved her mother, but it's possibly to love and hate someone at the same time, isn't it?

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