Hey red, would you mind if I just moved my cats in Deltaclan over to this clan? I would like to take on the role of deputy if possible, if not that is alright I don't hold any grudges or anything.
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username // Moonraven
display name // Moonraven
nickname // Moon, Raven, Moony, Ruby
activity (1-10) // 9
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name //Cursedheart
gender // She cat
age // 30 moons
rank // Deputy?
appearance //
She has long, thick whiskers that hang down her face and brush against the bottom of her chin, that seems to make her very itchy there at times. To match her long whiskers, she has long eye lashes to that seem to complement both her completion and her feminine side. She has a small, pink nose that places itself quite high on her face, just below her eyes. Her tabby pelt is has very distinctive white and grey swirls and dips that swirl over her pelt gracefully. She has a small, mouth that is usually turned up into a small, delicate smile across her maw. Her eyes, oh, her eyes. They are a beautiful blue color that strike from dark around the outer edges of her eyes to a light blue.She is a very lithe she-cat and comes out as a very fragile female. Truth is, she doesn't take stuff from anybody. She also has large, white paws that she seems to stumble over every once and a while. Let's just say that it defiantly doesn't mix with her petite body structure. . She also has large ears that stick out the top of her head. It makes it so she can hear quite well without having to strain her neck or ears. And last but certainly not least, She has a long, fluffy white tail that dangles down just so it brushes along the ground.
personality // To those who don't know her well, she appear as cool as the moon. In control, self-disciplined and dignified, she are often mistaken as unfeeling. She is extremely productive, capable and thorough. This means she can make everything She does look easy, which can also put others off. They have no idea beneath her cool exterior she is pragmatically planning the next five moves in her strategy to accomplish her goals. And accomplish goals is a forte. A unique mixture of patience, willingness and dogged determination usually insures victory. She is also remarkably dependable; others naturally seek her out for guidance and advice. Her special ability to stay collected under pressure makes her a fantastic leader. She also win respect from others easily because she doesn't just talk the talk (she rarely boast), she actually walk the walk. She proves her value through consistent action.She has a habit of putting every cat, tom, she, even kits at an fox length from her emotionally. She appears ice cold and distance because she doesn't interact with very many, but it's not like anyone has ever tried to get to know her. She would like to keep it that way, her walls are up not for her protection but for everyone else's. She doesn't want to disappoint or cause anyone any type of suffering because of her incompetence. She is a very she cat once you get around her wall, if that is possible, and would of gone to the moon and back at one time just to see a clan mate smile. Now she is a hollow she cat with the weird name, she has nothing to live for but the clan.
crush or mates // She has a deep fear of falling in love for she doesn't want to cause anyone the constant pain or suffering her curse has brought/ she had one but he left her for another.
kin // She has a sister, but will not speak of her.
history //She was born in a clan known as Stormclan. As an apprentice she was known to all as Mysticpaw. She had a loving father who would do anything and everything for her. The clan she lived in was known as Stormclan a interesting clan Mysticpaw never knew until she became a warrior that she had an elder half sister known as Blackpaw. The day her father told her she had kin in their rival clan, Lightiningclan was also the day she got her warrior name Mysticheart. By then Mysticheart had found a mate and was being considered as the next deputy of Stormclan by Hailstar.
She had everything going right for her and she didn't want anything to go wrong but the urge to meet the sister she never had was overwhelming so at the next gathering she had her father point the cat out. She found a mirror image of a cat as her sister. Everything about the two of them looked same beside the color of their eyes and snow shoes she had. Mysticheart found out her sister name used to be Blackleapord but was known as Widowedspirit. Widowedspirit was a hollow and cold she cat, Mysticheart never got to ask why her name was changed or even managed to utter a hello. Widowedspirit got up as soon as she caught sight of Mysticheart and yowled out so all could hear. "This she cat has wronged me. It is because of her that I've lost my mate and name along with my respect from within my clan. May starclan hear and approve of my words. Nightblaze of Stormclan I curse you all my heart. If I am unable to keep my kits you shall be unable to bare them."
With that said Widowedspirit vainished with no trace. Many moons passed and everything ran smooth from within Mysticheart's territory. She had been chosen as the new deputy and was to bare her mates kits. She couldn't of been happier but then the day of the birth of her kits came upon her. They all came out healthy and normal looking but they didn't stay alive for longer then 1 day before dying from some unknown cause. 3 more times she tried to have kits and three more times the same thing happened. It came to a point where her mate could no longer stay with her anymore and left, calling her a murder a kit killer. He believed she was killing her kits on purpose. Cats from the clans whispered of her cursed and even her loving father turned against her. Nightblaze of Stormclan became Cursedheart after getting a request from her father to change her name by Hailstar.
The cats within her clan either looked at her with pity or mistrust. The Tom she had loved settled down with another she cat and had two beautiful daughters. She was unable to continue her duties properly always diving deeper into self depression. So she finally up and left the clan, there was no place for her there any longer. She merely wandered and wandered, trying to find something worth living for. She was eventually found on Nightclan territory, half starved and in a sorry state. It wasn't as if she was any threat nor stealing food. She was thankful they didn't mind allowing her a chance to at least meet their clan and their newest leader.
She has no clue if it was her appearance or her personality, but the leader seemed to of seen some type of potential within her. She was only going to stay for a,few days, but those turned into moons. She doesn't receive those shift looks any longer. She fits in rather well with the clan, although careful and distance she makes a great clanmate
comments, questions or concerns // Decided to make new cats after all, sorry for the length. If you don't like the history I can change it. I will add a few more cats later. Cursedheart suffers from the phobia, Philophobia which is the abnormal, persistent and unwarranted fear of falling in love. She is a Demisexual as,well.
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username // Moonraven
display name // Moonraven
nickname // Moon, Raven, Moony, Luna
activity (1-10) // 9
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name // Snowblossom
gender // She
age // 32 moons
rank // Spark
appearance // Delicate. Long, thin legs; Small, fragile paws; Lithe, thin build. Much of this she-cat looks much too easily broken. She clearly has amazing speed in her paws though, that can be see in almost every aspect of her build. Large ears, long tail, and soft eyes are also brilliant features of this feline. Her oval-shaped eyes show determination and kindness. Not even a speck of anger can be found in those eyes. Her toned body is perfect for doing any movement possible, acrobatic or not. She is small, small enough to pass as an apprentice with ease. Her snow white fur is soft and sleek, much like a kits, and the velvet-like texture is so alluring when she brushes up beside you, you seem to melt to the floor. Her beautiful, soft voice is somewhat high pitched, and it's almost too much, to look at her and hear her voice. Her dazzling smile will warm some of the coldest hearts.
personality // It takes a lot of courage for young she cat to waltz up to another feline, higher ranks in particular, and strike up casual conversation. It's not that the she cat doesn't want to make friends, hell, she longs for such companions, it's just a matter of going about it. What should she do? Play it cool? That would be a disaster waiting to happen. Sure, others find that awkward, shy thing kinda cute, though she seems too oblivious to notice. Sge doesn't have much of a confidence, to be blunt about it. She is more of a shadow character. The cat has no problem being part of the crowd, laughing, listening, doing whatever. But just that. She likes to watch the excitement, not be a part of it. As soon as her voice is demanded, or the spot light is reared and placed on her, she is all out of her game, she'd rather be running with her tail between her legs, to say in the least.She'll let just about any mouse-brained feline smack talk her without even thinking of raising a claw. Despite the act she is at a constant battle to prove her place in the clan, and convince herself, she's not about to prove that through fighting some block headed feline. The cat can get frustrated, sure, but nine times out of ten, she'll stalk away before anything happens. And unless she is in fact protecting her clan mates, she is all about the defense. She has this habit of comparing herself to both her half brothers, Riddlemask and Thunderpaw. Because of this she lacks self confidence and almost always belittling herself within her head. Despite that she does her absolute best to always put everyone's happiness before her own even if it hurts her in the end.
She is soft and comforting when she wants to be. She is very sensitive, but that makes it easier to relate to the cats that come to her with their problems. She is a wonderful listener and will do anything to help out a friend. She is very calm when need be, but she often likes to create a new atmosphere around the clan, so she tends to let her emotions get to her. She is very timid when around toms and tends to shy away from them, a past experience has given her a small phobia of them.. She is a very good story teller, but she often finds that she is out hunting alone to avoid toms or falling in love, yet for some reason she finds herself inexplicably watching the leader now and than. She is sometimes found in the nursery adoring the new kits of the clan and will watch them grow.
crush or mates //She has a large crush on Nightjarstar, hopefully one day it will be more if not she simply be happy if he is happy.
kin // Her brothers are Riddlemask and Thunderpaw
history // Mixed in with Riddlemask.
comments, questions or concerns //
other // Flow of their galaxies[hr]
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name // Elfinpaw
gender // She
age // 8 moons
rank // Apprentice
appearance //
"I am petite as I said before, or rather very elfin. I have black ears, but the centers are not black. It more like a light stripe of b lack going along the edges but never touching the inside. Weird right? My tail is all black too, I think it's a lovely tail and do enjoy complimenting it, it loves a good compliment. The rest of my body is grey like color and my eyes are more amber with flecks of emeralds in them...I think I look unusual. But being normal is rather boring don't you think."
personality //
It is easy to see the wonder in her patrician, gentle eyes as she spoke or merely listened, the dreams she conjured out of thin air. One could see the wheels turning in her head as inspiration knocked patiently at her mind's door. She is so transparent, so innocent, so delicate. She had a knack for speaking the uncomfortable or unfortunate truth, not worrying about being too painfully honest or damaging reputations. But she showes that she was also capable of a greater, more powerful love than anyone could ever truly understand. . She has suffered angry blows from anyone mad enough to turn on her, insults falling like raindrops in a thunderstorm. Yet her serene air is enough to bring a comforting lull to anyone's dismal spirit. She is hands-down the most merciful, tenderhearted cat anyone could meet. She expressed nothing but kindness to those who replied with inappropriate humour or pure insults. She would go out of her way to rush to the aid of somebody she barely knew, whether that meant dropping her own priorities. Everyone is her priority. She doesn't have the social sense to refrain from pointing out an awkward truth, but still managed to do it in a respectful fashion. She can notice aspects and angles that nobody else had observed, not hesitating to display the lopsided point of view that she had on things, and see things for what they really were. Maybe, everyone else seeing things lopsided, through a wonky carnival mirror that stretched and altered their perception. Maybe they see everything with blinders not unlike the ones that racehorses wore, or through a pair of dark-tinted sunglasses that only showed silhouettes. Maybe she is really the only who knew what was going on. She is easily distract, keeping her attention can be a bit of a challenge.
crush or mates // Open to any gender/developing
kin // Her father is Winterphantom
history // Mixed in with Winterphamtom's
comments, questions or concerns //
other //
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name // Winterphantom
gender // Tom
age // 45 moons
rank // Spark, hopefully one day a nebula
appearance //
He is a tom just as tall as he is muscular, standing upon thick limbs and broad paws. His ability to tower over others makes him even more intimidating then he already is. A barrel chest and broad shoulders come together to form a thick neck and square skull. The long white pelt that covers his muscular form is parted only by the varies scars he has received in his past. Two wide yellow eyes are set. They hold not the warm of a kind, generous cat but the cold winter storm of a cat who's ambition, and power hungry ways has taken over. They are yet another aspect of his appearance that have made him most intimidating, however, despite his appearance his personality tells a different story.
personality //
Silence. It follows him everywhere. He uses very few words, preferring to 'speak' in gestures and such. When he does speak, it's usually either words of anger, or words he considers extremely important. Any other time, he believes words are evil. They can be twisted to mean something that isn't true, and therefore she refuses to use them unless necessary. While he may not necessarily seem like the nicest cat, he hates to be alone. He enjoys the company of other cats, and gets lonely easily. However, while he does like to be with other cats, he still doesn't talk much, and he certainly doesn't trust them unless he's been with them for a while. His temper though very existent is often hidden till he is alone. Then the fireworks begin, and an explosion there is. Though he holds hid sharp tongue in public places he can be as sharp tongued as a rose bush. He is laid-back and maybe a little annoying, and can seem to have two sides; on one she is wise and careful, a piercing gaze seeming to stare right into your heart, and at other times hw is calm, carefree, and maybe a little arrogant. But always there is the undeniable sense of his own free will; he will counter you in an argument just to show hus superiority, or go left if you tell him right. Always feeling as though he is being pushed to show his strength, he becomes sometimes to the point of half desperate to be right, to be strong, to be respected. He is a born leader, confident and brave. Though of a gruff and rather quiet disposition – so much so that he appears almost shy and aloof, speaking only when needing to share something of importance. However, he is neither shy nor proud, but instead a cat with a strong silent will of iron, a drive for justice and the fairness of all dealings. And, while his face may remain stoic, his eyes reveal the tumult of emotions within. He holds his clan close, his friend’s closer, and family of the highest importance. He treats his followers with patience, never one to lash out in due to a job poorly done.
crush or mates // Open for any gender/developing
kin // Has an adopted daughter, Elfinpaw
history //As a young tom he was known as Winter and lived in a tribe of some sort. This tribe didn't believe in starclan like the clans do, the tribe thought there were many gods in the sky and to please them, sacrifice a 5 moon old kit every 5 moons. The kits that were to be sacrificed were given the name Rouge. The leader ofthe tribe would pick out a certain she cat that was pregnant and told her that she was to pick one kit to be known as Rouge. .Sadly the she cat chosen to give up one kit was Winter's mate, Lily. Winter was a well respected cat within the tribe and it was supposedly an honer to be the one to sacrifice a kit. Lily was so distressed and sadden that she was to lose a kit that the night of the birth of their kits, she died during the process and only bore one kit, a blind runt.
Winter was extremely upset by the fact that he had lost his one and only mate and at first hated the young kit named Rogue. he couldn't wait until his five moons were up and she was gone. But as the moons passed he slowly started to fall in love with Rouge and the night of the sacrifice he fled from the tribe with his kit in his jaws. It was a heavily blow when the kit died, unable to withstand the harsh world. He wandered alone and lost until he came upon a young she cat, her pelt was funny looking and she herself wasn't the most normal of cats. She was wander aimlessly clearly exceptionally forgetful. In the end he took her in and care for her, reluctantly though.
It wasn't long until he found the clan, he told the leader that he was a rogue looking for a place to spend a few nights at with his kit. The humble leader allowed him to stay for a while, nights turned into moons and soon Winter found himself as Winterphantom, a warrior within the clan. To this day Winterphantom has never told anyone of his past and hopes that his past stays dead and buried but it seems that some skeletons are coming back to remind him just where he belongs.
comments, questions or concerns //
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name // Riddlemask
gender // Tom
age // 41 moons
rank // Spark
appearance //
He looks a lot similar to the ever so common and abundant red tabby cat. His colors are almost the same as well, though his carries more of a hue of an autumn forest instead of a fire or explosion. An autumn forest - a mixture of an orange, red and and off-white color that's close to creme. Although red appears all throughout his pelt. has the most red on and along his neck and back. When you get close to his belly, the red slowly fades down into a faded orange that also wraps around his neck, only to fade off into creme before the two edges could meet. Unlike most cats, not just red tabbies in particular, his belly is not a solid white color, but yet the same marble-pattern as the rest of his coat. His tail has two colors on it - the faded orange and the red. They both loop around his normal tail in rings similar to a lemur's tail and a tiger's pelt. On his face, his nose is a dark pink and the bottom of his jaw is white, brighter than the creme on the rest of his body. His eyes are also an autumn color: the green of an evergreen, a tree who never changes its leaves to match the other one. The other eyes is a vivid orange yellow like the sun setting in the west. Take away the colors, and you'd see a an average cat. His body is nothing special - though the muscles in his back legs are stronger than quite a few other cats thanks to his mother. His red ears are also larger than a normal cat's, though that doesn't help with much his hearing, which is poor. He is not deaf, but he relies on his sight and scent to catch prey. Some would say that His scent and sight are better than normal, but that is only because he relies solely on those two instead of the three that cats usually depend on.
personality //
Nobody is quite like him, though of course some cats may be similar. To begin with, He is adventurous. He can't fight it - if he sees a cave then he just has to explore it. If he sees a cat that's looks suspicious, then he has to follow them. He lives on the edge, a minor form a of a rebel, you could say, always trying to uncover something else, whether it be a new place or a secret. He is excellent at figuring out what you're really up to since he's done it so many times. He loves stories, and especially, tales of adventures and heros, battles and evil cats wanting to take over the world. When he was a little kit, he loved hearing about them, but now that he's off on his own, his goal is to make stories. Stories where he is the main character, where there is an evil or a mystery, so that when he has his own children, he could tell them of everything he's done, and in time that will inspire them, and it will go on for generations.That's how it thinks of it. He is smart, sharp, however you'd like to say it. He can figure out what you're thinking if you give him the chance to look at you for a bit. He's not a psychic or a mind reader. It's just a matter of reading body language, and how you speak. If you're afraid, there will be a quiver in your voice, or you will seem distracted. Your paws won't seem as confident and your eyes will dart around, not staying in one place for long. However extreme it really is, He will be able to figure it out. He's had so much practice with it it's almost subconscious for him. He can pick up new things easily; show him a new fighting technique and it won't be long before he's doing it himself. Loyalty is also very important. Without it, what's the point of having friends? If you can't trust someone, or trust that they'll come back to you, then there's no point in having them in the first place. He would willingly die to save any of his friends or family. He would do anything, really, if his best friend asked him to do it.
crush or mates // Open to any gender/developing
kin // Thunderpaw and Snowblossom are his siblings.
history // ;Riddlekit, odd name right? He's really not a riddle anyone could read him like a book but his mother wasn't right in the head when he received his name, actually his mother was never right in the head. His mother was a strange one, probably the strangest of all the strange cats there were. She truly believed she was a bird. She knew she couldn't fly, but she thought of herself as a wingless bird. She had told her family of her many dreams of growing wings and flying through the clouds, racing other birds and catching prey.
Nobody argued with her. Her family had tried to convince her, many times, that she was a cat, but she wouldn't listen, and eventually they gave up. They left the idea inside of Nera's head, and since her childhood it had inflated so far as to her living in trees. Riddle's father was not strange in the slightest bit. He understood Nera, and he comforted her and accepted her way of living. Soon the two were having kits - two toms. Under the influence of Nera, the family moved into an abandoned owl's hollow in a tree. The parents could get down to the ground easily, but from the day they were born, the kits were instructed never to go close to the edge, even if they wanted to look. Eventually they would learn how to climb, but until they were strong enough, the two steered clear of the edge. It wasn't boring in the hollow.
The kits played together and made scratch marks on the wall, and even though sometimes it was boring, they could bear it. Their father, Kane, told them stories of battles and of the Clans, the ancient Clans in particular. They way he told the stories they seemed so heroic, and they grabbed Riddle's attention immediately. No two were the same, and they were all fascinating. At the young age, their mother decided it was time for them to learn how to climb. She led them out onto a branch and discovered that, to her horror, the rest of the forest was on fire. Their tree was the only one in sight that wasn't burning, but that didn't last long. Their tree burst into flames and so did the branch they were standing on. He caught his brother by the scruff lunged for the trunk and held on for dear life, though his family wasn't so lucky.
Nera fell and broke her neck, proving that every cat didn't always land on their tails. She died as soon as she hit the ground. The fate of Kane remains unknown, as he was out hunting the before the trees lighted. He scooted down the truck and ran for dear life, not knowing how he escaped the flames, but some how he did. He spend several days living on his own with his younger brother, and day he remedy with his father. Although it was not a friendly meeting, he found Kane half crazed and beating on a young she cat. The brawl resulted in several deep wounds that he still wears today, but he managed to chase off his father.
The she cat he soon learned was named Tusbaki, Kane's daughter and his half sister, she wouldn't let him near her whatsoever. It was clear she was frightened of of him no matter how kind he came off to be. His little brother managed to make more progress than him and got her to eat and drink a little. He must of wandered into clan territory without even noticing it cause later that day he was found by a group of cats. After showing them his own wound mixed with that of his sister's and the young kit who tagged along, it was clear they were no threat or danger. They brought in and treated, as time passed he managed to forge a relationship with Snowblossom, and is very careful watchful and protective her. What their father had done caused some serious mental issues with her and he knows even though she loves kits, he worries if she doesn't get over phobia she never have any of her own.
comments, questions or concerns //
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name // Thunderpaw
gender // Tom
age // 9 moons
rank // Apprentice
appearance // He is breath-taking handsome cat with a stunning appearance.He's a lot bigger than most cats having some type of Maine coin in his blood line, and his broad torso makes him seem even bigger. To begin with his appearance, His fur is long haired, and sleek, and mixed of white and a orangish ginger. The mesmerizing color and shading of his eyes are hypnotic and the pure luminosity glows in them, even in the darkest areas. His large paws have with dagger like claws hidden inside. His raspberry pink tongue is as sharp as his claws. His lean muscles seem to ripple along his short fur when he steps and moves, Which makes him all the more mesmerizing. His voice is kind of deep, With leaderistic authority with held behind it.
personality //
He possesses a sharp intelligence and he is frequently able to use his superior intellect to get the better of those who initially look down upon him or weasel his way out of tight situations. He has also shown himself to possess a keen mind for strategy, he prides himself on his ability to read people as easilh my. He is genuinely loyal to those who treat him with love and respect. He also seemed to have a level of honor and dignity that others lack. With a taste for adventure and a quick wit. He’s not a jester, but he does break up the drama and death with thoughtful humor. What makes him such a beloved character is that he embodies all of the things that make you cats. He isn't honorable, but he is not dishonorable. He lies, but he also tells the truth. He can be hard, but also compassionate. He seems brave, but only when he is scared. Really, every underdog in the world looks to him as a hero, and he never fails to deliver.He that trouble-maker you would happily invite on your death defying adventures. He is both deceitful and honest; two things that seem paradoxical, but work well in unison. Every lie he tells is born from a seed of truth, as he says himself, making him a difficult cat to predict. To say that he is regularly underestimated would be a brutal understatement. He can be a little haughty and arrogant at times, but he has a big heart and tries to get along with most of his clan mates.
crush or mates // Open to any gender/developing.
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history // Mixed in with Riddlemask.
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username // fantôme
display name // fantôme
nickname // not sure how you shorten fantôme, so fantôme will do.
activity (1-10) // (8-9/10)
rp sample // (In the past.) The morning's sun was casting dancing fragments of light into the den. It was this that awoke Creekshine, well part of it. A sleepy smile played across her lips, and she lazily stretched. She rolled over onto her side, expecting to look into Waspeyes' warm, and handsome optics. When her hazel eyes peaked into the world her worse fears were upon her. The familiar feel of his thick fur was absent, and his smell beginning to stale. He hadn't been there all night. She leaped out of the tree only to find it was actually more around noon, and much of the clan was awake. She held back the quick breaths that were rising from her lungs as she met the sympathetic eyes of those around her. A cat approached her, and let her tail rest over her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Creekshine." Creekshine shook her head in disbelief as the older warrior continued, "They're both gone." Defeat, confusion, and grief hit her all at once, and she slumped to the ground. Everything went black.[hr]
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[align=left][color=black][font=times new roman]name // Creekshine.
gender // Femme.
age // Thirty-six moons.
rank // Warrior.
appearance // Creekshine has a lean physique, with muscular features. Her pelt isn't sleek, but it is short, and it has an odd fuzziness to it. Kind of humorous, because her attitude contrasts greatly with her appearance. She is a rather ordinary looking cat, nothing special. A base coat of alabaster, with familiar tabby markings. These stripes coexist with splotchy circular shapes. The marking are a rich dark brown with a tannish outline. The tabby patches exist on her back, tail, elbow, and a partial mask on her face. There is a small, but obvious scar on her muzzle, close to her ruddy colored nose. Lastly, her eyes are a judgmental hazel hue, with subtle flecks of green.
personality // Her heart was once a warm place, and gleamed a smile that radiated joy. That she-cat, however, is gone. Maybe it still lurks somewhere within her, but that place will now, and forever more be shadowed. Perhaps one day it will reveal itself again. As you will find out later (in her history), she was once a hopeless romantic, and in love with the idea of love. Now she tries not to gag when she sees mates even close together. She believes that such strong connections are weakening, and shouldn't even exist. She is cold, and very much unapproachable. Her sharp-tongue, and fierce attitude are intimidating, and frightening. There is barely a filter from her mind to mouth, and she doesn't feel the need to sugar coat a thing. If you can't handle the truth, you aren't fit to be a warrior of NightClan. She has dedicated her life to serving the clan, and it is her way of ignoring her emotions. If she works hard enough, she won't have to acknowledge them.
crush or mates // None, ex-mate was Waspeyes.
kin // Father was a passerby loner, and her mother, Flamebird went after him once her daughter was apprenticed. Only one other sibling, an unnamed tom kitten that was stillborn.
history // Queue backstory here! When she was an apprentice she made the heartfelt leap of love, and oh did she fall. For her own mentor. Strange, isn't it, he was nearly double her age. Some loves are just meant to be, while others are cursed. As soon as she became a warrior they made it official, and their tails were constantly intertwined. One day she was fixing a den that had began to leak from a previous day's rain. Waspeyes had been on a hunting patrol, but it was returning, and she was anxious to see her mate. The patrol entered with an unfamiliar face. It was a foreign one, but strikingly beautiful. Much more than Creekshine's dull tabby, and alabaster face. She tried to ignore the way the she-cat, and Waspeyes mingled as if they were refraining from touching one another. The she-cat that she not dare to utter her name stayed with the clan for a short time, but it was obvious she wouldn't stay. It wasn't even two weeks later when both of them disappeared. Creekshine had been oblivious to their bond, and was fooled badly. She was left heartbroken, embarrassed, and to grieve. It felt like part of her had died. Now she has a seething hate for the though of the tom she thought she had loved.
comments, questions or concerns // I'm very excited for this role-play, and especially to use this character. Last time I used her, the thread died. Hopefully that fate isn't the same case here! More forms on the way!
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Aww norther aurora has a crush on Nightjarsta"....a love triangle, I guess I'll changenit.
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username // fantôme
display name // fantôme
nickname // again, don't know of any. i'm open to them, however.
activity (1-10) // i'm going to change this to a 9/10.
rp sample // must i do this again? :( if so, I will.[hr]
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[color=black][font=times new roman]name // Wildskies.
gender // Masculine.
age // Thirty-four moons.
rank // Medicine cat.
appearance // A sleek, and muscular tom built best for warrior, and would make an excellent opponent in battle. However, this just wasn't his destiny. He is quite an exotic looking cat, somewhat like his brother, but he is more the average size. His coarse, and thick fur has hues of a wildfire. That is what it looks like, blazing in the sunlight. Patches or deep red, and light subtle oranges mix into it. His tail is mottled with a squirrel-like gray color that can also be found dabbed on his forehead. His chin is stands out against the rest of his fur, and is a rich alabaster. His eyes are a glimmering amber color with flecks of black around the outer edges of his irises.
personality // Obnoxious? I guess that could be a fitting word for him, though it is rather humorous as well. He is very out-going, and loud, not hesitating from having his voice heard. He likes the sound of his voice, and is quick to start a conversation. Even though he is fully grown, he is a 'little brother' kind of figure to others. He tends to be flirty, and likes to ponder on which she-cat he can grab the attention of next. If he isn't allowed to have one, then surely he can still admire them. He definitely doesn't lack confidence, but he may, however, need to get a better grasp of self-discipline. While his brother is more of a realist, he is very much optimistic, and has high hopes. Even through all of his annoying qualities, it is quite obvious he has a kind heart. He loves the work he provides for his clan, even though it was always expected he would do something much different, and he will affectionately complain about it from time to time. He has a dramatic flare, and loves making others laugh. This could all be seen as a mask to hide his softer side which is very kind, even sensitive. He can't fight guilt, and feels it raw. He can be reckless, whatever the cost to protect his 'patient.'
crush or mates // None, though will probably crush on many.
kin // Mother ;; Minnowleap ;; died from old age
Father ;; Lightningburst ;; died in battle
Brother ;; Infernoblaze ;; alive
Sister ;; Wrenpaw ;; died of greencough
history // Born to NightClan in a gracious family that was careful to raise their kits with polite demeanors. Wildkit, Infernokit, and Wrenkit were anxious to begin training as apprentices. Their time in the nursery was spent plotting how to gain control of the clan (all out of fun, and games of course.) Wildkit would be leader, Wrenkit would then be named deputy, and Infernokit would run battles. It seemed like a wonderful time, nothing had gone wrong, they were always healthy, and bundles on energy. Many comments had been made how they would make great apprentices, and then warriors. Their apprentice ceremonies soon came, and passed. It was two moons after they were deemed apprentices when Wrenpaw caught greencough. Times got darker, and it was inevitable that they were going to lose their sister. She grew weaker, and had to be isolated. She was in a lot of pain, and Infernopaw, and Wildpaw would meet her in secret to keep her company. One night when things were especially bad for her, she begged them to just kill her. So they found the retched death berries, and did just that. Infernopaw looked away, and Wildpaw carried through with what his sister asked. They both understood that she wanted to go her own way, and not in the claws of a sickness. No one ever figured out because they were surprised she lived as long as she did. A few days after this, and after guilt, and grief had nearly eaten them both alive Wildpaw did something very unexpected. He went to the leader at the time, and asked to become the medicine cat apprentice. Infernopaw was shocked, and even angered to be left fully alone to train. The two grew distant, but when they got their full names, Lightningburst died in a battle, they became closer than ever before. It is as if they can hear each other's thoughts.
comments, questions or concerns // Nada!
other // the flow of their galaxies[hr]
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name // Infernoblaze.
gender // Masculine.
age // Thirty-four moons.
rank // Warrior.
appearance // This masculine figure always manages to look like he is about to attack, even if he is far from. His stance is intimidating, and potentially enthralling. His build is large, and his long legs give him the height advantage. Muscles are predominant under his broad shoulders, and pelt. He has a strong cranium to support his broad head, and evidently powerful jaw-line. His claws are long, and even when sheathed protrude slightly from his large paws. His whiskers twitch every which way, and are seldom neat. Infernoblaze's dark, crimson-brown fur envelops his head, neck, shoulders, back, tail, and outer side of his legs. However, his underbelly, and chest regions are a lighter ginger flare. His chin is a soft alabaster, and it also appears on the tips of his individual locks of fur. His coat is fairly short, and is easily kept. There is infinitely a stubborn cowlick down the middle of his chest. Lastly, his optics are a very pale green, with exceptionally small flecks flecks of blue around his irises.
personality // His independence, and lack of needing others has made him strong, and unforgiving. It has given him a rough exterior that is very hard to get underneath. His mentality is strong, and gives him an edge. He is a quick thinker, and won't be budged. He is a survivalist, quick on his feet, and manages to get good thoughts into actions in a lethal manner. This makes him a risky adversary. He is weary of the seemingly perfect, and quite frankly is kind of disgusted by them. He doesn't understand why anyone would never admit to their faults. He is more reserved, but rants to his brother all the time. He is fiercely protective, perhaps overly so. He doesn't work nearly as well in social situations as his brother, and doesn't catch on to social cues. He can often be ignorant of others' emotions, and is trying to overcome his bluntness. He has large trust issues, some that may never be fixed. He likes the motto, "kill or be killed." Despite his coldness, he is nonetheless very relieved when peace is found before having to spill another's blood. He is daring, and bold. He will stand up for his belief no matter the cost, and stand by it when no one else will.
crush or mates // May develop.
kin // Mother ;; Minnowleap ;; died from old age
Father ;; Lightningburst ;; died in battle
Brother ;; Wildskies ;; alive
Sister ;; Wrenpaw ;; died of greencough
history // see Wildskies'!
comments, questions or concerns // sorry that these are sloppy, i just wanted to get them out there quickly!
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username //Devilfire
display name //Devilfire
nickname //Devil, Satan, Fire, Lucifer
activity (1-10) //7
rp sample //
Paws shifted from the ground and then back again, the snarl that had jumped up in his throat sank back down without ever being heard. The tall, prestigous warrior fixed his gaze on the cats that from his understanding, where loners. Dark gold orbs lighting up with a cool fire, the thick-pelted warrior raised himself to full height as he sat straighter, he was a broad shouldered, muscular cat, the claws in his paws were kept sheathed as normal though contempt was seen in every flick of his tail. Monsterblood disliked loners far more then he would any clan cat, had they known him well enough they'd understand his annoyance with them. He flickered an ear upon hearing the tone in the young she cat voice followed by the Torrentclan leader's responds, he couldn't help but address the she cat that had spoken to the leader in such a way. "You have a big mouth for such a small cat don't you?" His voice was like a tumbling boulder, cold and assertive. Then tom stayed sitting by the agile midnight coated cat's side, tall and bulky beside her small, yet authoritative frame.The large boned golden brown tabby eyes flickered with amusement at Monsterblood's words. It was normally him who stirred up the trouble when it came to loners through the way the young cat spoke to the leader of the other clan had Shadowscar wondering just how much power this leader held, he was certain loner or not no cat would dare speak to Moonstar like that within their territory. Though then again he figured he and Monsterblood would slit any cats throat in a heartbeat if they dare disrespect their leader. Shadowscar's pale eyes slide over the bodies of the cats within the clearing, as the smallest of hidden smiles played at his handsome features. It would be time to go soon anyway as soon as Moonstar gave the order to leave anyway. He figuring they'd be seeing these cats again pretty soon at some point in time if they were neighbors now.
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name // Demonpaw
gender // Tom
age // 9 moons
rank // Med cat apprentice?
appearance // He weights about 25lbs and is about 16in in height, his tailis about 14ins in length and is long, tapering, and heavily furred, almost resembling a raccoon's tail. His body is solid and muscular, which is necessary for supporting his weight and broad chest. He has a long coat of coal colored soft and silky fur. The length of the fur is shorter on his head and shoulders, and longer on his stomachand flanks, giving him a lion-like ruff around his neck. Long tufts of fur grow between his toes help keep the toes warm and further aid walking on snow in leafbaring by giving his paws additional structure without significant extra weight. His ears are heavily furred with extra long tufts of grey fur growing from inside help keep his ears warm. Being a Maine Coon, due to his large size, he has larger claws, sharp and thick, he normally keeps them sheathed unless he is angered. He has a jagged scar shaped in an X running across his chest.
personality // He's rather cold and emotionless, keeping them hidden within himself. He tries his best to stay away from others so not to ensnare them in his troubles. He has sweet eyes that portray his every emotion and loving heart deep within his chest he does his best not to show anyone what he's feeling and reminds himself constantly that he's not truly apart of the clan he's just here to help. He's found in the past that he's rather good with fighting and attacking, hunting came natural to him. So he chose to walk the path of a healer instead, he often wakes up screaming in territory from nightmares that plague his min. He's a freak that stand on the fringe of society and enjoys it better that way. He was misled into believing nobody loved him, he became emotionally withdrawn and silent, as he was consumed with a loathing towards everyone but himself. His insomnia forced fear upon him; if he were to fall asleep, the demon within him would begin to eat away at his soul. Within the clan he is rather stoic and silent, watchful and observant. He does not think himself cable of love nor any other emotion other then his murderous emotions hidden deep within him. Hidden underneath all that cold and murderous walls, is a rather shy and needy young ton who's only wish is to be loved not feared.
crush or mates // Forbidden
kin // Doesn't talk about them.
history //He was once a kind kit who, despite their fear and hatred towards him, tried desperately to be friendly towards others. His family's actions changed and twisted his personality. He was born premature and therefore, was an unusually small and frail infant. Before she died, his passionately held her son, vowing to always protect him. He was trained in the ways of an assassin by 3 moons by his father, but mainly raised by his maternal uncle. What he hadn't known was that his mother was well loved by group his father led and her death was a hard blow to the cats within it. They blamed him for her death and so they hated and feared him. Seeing him only for the monster they thought he was. He had been called Red by his father but Demon by the villagers and so Demon he became.
He was rather skilled in the art of fighting and killing it was his only outlet to the frustration and anger building up in his small body. His uncle seemed to be the only person who cared about him as a person, his father only thought of him as a weapon. When he would unintentionally harm when fighting or cornered by other cats. His uncle was the only one who understood that he hadn't intended to harm anyone. The Council, however, saw the frequent attacks as a threat to the group. Because of the danger he imposed, disappointed by the turn of events, the leader decided to test his son by having his uncle attack him both physically and psychologically to see how he'd reacted. That was when Red became the demon everyone always saw him to be. As a result, on the leader's orders, his told him that his mother never loved him. He also tried to assassinate him, only to be fatally wounded by the tom.
Before dying Demon tried to consider his attack as his father's order, His uncle lied to him by saying that he had willingly accepted the mission to kill him. He also lied that he never truly loved him, and told him that killing him would avenge the death of his sister, who was his mother. Before breathing his last breath he told the tom to "please die'. Demon shattered and broke returned to his so called home and murdered his brother sister in their sleep.
He left the group leaving his father no heirs and the gift of his brother and sister's corpses. He wandered alone for some time before coming upon Nightclan, and claiming the name Demonpaw. He doesn't want hurt nor kill and so took on the roll of a med cat apprentice in hopes of learning how to heal will atone for his sins and tragic past.
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name // Woodsmoke
gender // Male
age // 27 moons
rank // Warrior
appearance // Woodsmoke is often related to a cheetah, with is slim but powerful body and keen, determined stance. This tom's build is lean and strong, his frame large and shoulders broad. Woodsmoke has a long, sweeping thick tail, long legs, a triangular face and large, pointed ears. Covering this warrior is light brown fur striped with chestnut and dark brown in a tabby pattern, edged with ginger around the eyes and face along with cinder grey. It is rough and short. Ivory splashes his chin, muzzle and front left paw and the 'm' shape and stripes of a true Scottish wildcat mark his handsome face like war paint. Dark spruce brown make rings around his forelegs and tail. Woodsmoke's eyes are the light, fresh colour of pondweed and spring grass combined with a ring of hazel-amber around the edges of his ginger-lined eye sockets.
personality // Brave. That is the first word that comes time mind when you think about Woodsmoke; his blind bravery and immense boldness is a strong attribute from which come good things and bad. Often this bravado is confused with recklessness, and he can often find himself doing very stupid and possibly dangerous things. He goes out of his way to find situations where he can risk his own life but never would he put others lives on the line. In fact, when he is doing one of his daring feats, they are often to save or help other cats from his clan. But this is not all the time.
crush or mates // Open/Open
kin // Meteorshadow and Fadingheart.
history // Wip
comments, questions or concerns // Nope.
other // flow of their galaxiesThis is a WIP
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username // ~Ash Cat Forever~
display name // ~Ash Cat Forever~
nickname // Ash
activity (1-10) // Usually about 7-10.
rp sample // Twilightgaze peeked around the pile of moss. "Ivykit? Dustkit?" She called tentatively. Listening for a rustle, a giggle, a movement that would give her kits away, Twilightgaze started to creep towards the next moss heap. "Shush, mum'll hear us!" A frantic whisper caught her ears. Grinning in anticipation, Twilightgaze slammed her paws down on the mosspile, revealing two guilty kits. "Mum!" Ivykit grimaced, then half-whispered to her brother, "I told you to shut up, Dustkit!" Twilightgaze good-naturedly cuffed the twins. "Ivykit, Dustkiti. I was looking for you two. I need some help carrying this moss back to MY bed." Dustkit frowned. "I don't want to." Ivykit pushed her brother onto the dirty moss. "C'mon, you have to, or I'll tell Nightjarstar!" Dustkit chased his sister back to the den, pushing a big load of moss with him. Twilightgaze sighed. She missed her mate, Venommask, but he was dead, and no amount of mourning was going to bring him back. Onky the kits mattered now.[hr]
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Twilightkit~Twilightpaw~ Twilightgaze
gender // Female
age // 19 moons
rank // Queen (then back to warrior after her kits are apprentices)
appearance // Twilightgaze is a pretty, snow-coloured chartreux breed. Her blue-grey eyes are always searching, questioning. She has a grey stripe on her left hind leg, which is passed on to one of her kits.
personality // Twilightgaze is a gentle queen who lives in the present moment and enjoys her surroundings with cheerful, low-key enthusiasm. She is flexible and spontaneous, and like to go with the flow to enjoy what life has to offer. Twilightgaze is quiet and unassuming, and may be hard to get to know. However, to those who know her well, she is warm and friendly, eager to share in life's many experiences.
crush or mates // Her mate, Venommask died while she was pregnant, and she is still internally mourning him, and the fact her kits will never know their father breaks her heart. However, Venommask was quite abusive towards her, so any relationships later will be hard for her, as she thinks most relationships are as hers was. Bad.
kin // Her mate, Venommask (deceased), her kits Ivykit and Whisperkit.
history // Twilightgaze was born into a kittypet family, but her mother took her away from the twoleg house at 2 moons. She lived in another clan until 5 moons, then came to Nightclan. After she became Venommask's mate, he died (drowned). Then she realised she was pregnant.
comments, questions or concerns // Is it ok if she leaves the clan when the kits are apprentices? She's a little unstable, and will live with rogues (not gonna roleplay this, don't worry). She may return for their warrior's ceremony.
other // The flow of their galaxies.[hr]

name // Ivykit
gender // Female
age // 2 moons
rank // Kit
appearance // Ivykit looks a lot like her mother, similar in the features. However, as she is still a kit, her fur is darker than it will be later in life. Her eyes are also a darker colour. The grey fur will lighten in sunlight, and her eyes change to a light-blue.
personality // Ivykit is vivacious entertainer who charms and engages those around her. She is spontaneous, energetic, and fun-loving, and takes pleasure in the things around her: food, clothes, nature, and especially other cats. Ivy is typically warm and talkative and has a contagious enthusiasm for life. She likes to be in the middle of the action and the center of attention, although this can backfire sometimes. She has a playful, open sense of humor, and like to draw out other cats and help them have a good time.
crush or mates // N/A
kin // Her twin brother, Dustkit, mother, Twilightgaze, father (deceased), Venommask
history // Ivykit was born without a father. Her mother was a little unstable, and was ill when the kits were born, leading to a slight uncertainty of the kits. Ivykit and Dustkit don't know when their mother will break, or lash out, they are only 2 moons. Twilightgaze is fragile and the kits know not to break her. Ivykit has a hard time controlling her enthusiasm, knowing it could be hard for their mother to deal with. Even though the kits worry a great deal, they need to accept that Twilightgaze is their mother, not a life-time patient of the medicine cat!
comments, questions or concerns // Ivykit is going to grow up with lots of ambitions and on-the-spot decisions. Her impulsiveness might irritate people. (This form took me like 25 minutes!)
other // Again, flow of their galaxies.[hr]
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name // Dustkit
gender // Male
age // 2 moons
rank // Kit
appearance // Dustkit is strikingly similar to his deceased father, who was a bengal. Some features of his mother's remain, including the colour of his eyes.
personality // Dustkit is an imaginative idealist, guided by his own core values and beliefs. To a potential medicine cat like him, possibilities are paramount; the realism of the moment is only of passing concern. He sees potential for a better future, and pursues truth and meaning with his own individual flair. Dustkit is sensitive, caring, and compassionate, and is deeply concerned with the personal growth of himself and others he cares for. Individualistic and nonjudgmental, Dustkit believes that each cat must find their own path. He enjoys spending time exploring their own ideas and values, and is always gently encouraging others to do the same. Dustkit is creative and often artistic; he enjoys finding new outlets for self-expression.
crush or mates // N/A, he's a kit!
kin // Twin sister, Ivykit, mother, Twilightgaze, father (deceased), Venommask.
history // (basically look at Ivykit's. In addition...) Because Dustkit is very caring, he tries to help his mother. But both the kits need to remember that she is 17 moons older then them, and can look after her self!
comments, questions or concerns // Potential medicine cat here! He wants to be a medicine cat so bad!
other // flow of their galaxies