WrenClan -The Clan of the Desert-

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    You let out a raspy breath, the desert was an unforgiving place. The sun beat down on your back in what felt like waves, the fur covering your body not making it any easier. You were thirsty and your mouth was dry; Your eyelids were beginning to droop. You felt your self be slammed to the ground by a large shadowy figure. The figure looked around and called out something, in shock you couldn't see much any more your vision was very blurry. You felt your self start to be dragged by the scruff until passing out of dehydration and exhaustion.




    Hours later you were awaken by a light golden and white she-cat. "Hello, I am Thymestar, leader of Wren Clan." She pauses
    "One of our senior warriors Hawkfang, found you at the edge of our territory on the verge of death. You may stay or leave ; if you leave you wont be welcomed with open paws. So choose wisely" Thymestar meows before padding off.



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    Thymestar


    Hawkfang

    Name: Spiritwalker


    Gender: Female


    Age: 35 Moons


    Rank: Medicine Cat


    Breed(can be skipped, but I would prefer it): Sand Cat


    Sexuality: Pansexual Demiromantic


    Personality: She has always been a bit of a mystery, for the desert
    dwelling clan. They say she was found in the night, seeking
    the patrol, instead of avoiding it as any should. She came
    with knowledge of healing, with sights of prophecy.


    She called herself "Spirit", a Loner. It was only when she
    was allowed into the ranks, proven to be loyal, did she
    claim the end trait, "walker".



    While she can be mysterious and foreboding, her temper
    can be short, her words almost as bitter as the medicine she
    prescribes. Do not confuse her tiny size and cute
    appearance for weakness, my feline friend. She's a vicious
    little thing.


    Kin: n/A. She came with a younger sister, "Coyote", or
    Dunepaw, as she was renamed.


    Mate/Crush: n/A, Open.


    Kits: None ever created, or desired.


    Looks(May be skipped if visual reference is used):
    Like any Sand Cat, she is small, often mistaken for a kit at
    distant glance, but she is a champion of the sands.


    History(optional):


    You were from a tribe, a tribe that
    cared for only glory and honor. War and death.



    So when you gave them visions of their destruction, they laughed.
    The believed you, the druid, a small fool.


    "No, we will not fall!" They would shout, singing their
    war songs. "You are but a madwoman!"



    But you repeated your words again, as bitter as the last
    time.



    "When the Full Moon rises, with the Coyote's howl,
    the fire will spread, it will consume, like an angry beast.


    Be the fool who challenges the Fire, be the fool
    to fight the Coyote, and your blood
    will paint the ground, your history never to be known again."



    So when the day came, the day the Coyote's howled with the
    opening of your younger sibling's eyes, you were not surprised.


    When the fire started to rip and consume everything in it's
    path, you didn't fear. You simply took the sacred path,
    the Druid's path, while your tribe tried to challenge fate.



    And when the final cat yowled death's song, did they fall.


    It was then, that you sought out a new alternetive. You
    watched the Clan patrol it's borders, hunt for scarce food in
    the heat and sands they could barely control. That was when
    an idea struck your very large mind.



    You approached, offering the hands of friendship.



    "I am Spirit," You had started, after resting the kit on
    the cracked ground. "I offer my visions and my herbal
    knowledge, and I only ask for shelter and to be one
    of you,"




    "A Clan Cat. Is this too much to ask?"





    Other: Fight child is up NEXT





    ________________




    Name: Coyote Dunepaw


    Gender: Female


    Age: 8 Moons


    Rank: Apprentice


    Breed(can be skipped, but I would prefer it): Sand Cat


    Sexuality: Pansexual Panromantic


    Personality: Oh is she a fighting spirit. She knows the
    sand well, and zips through it with hyperactivity. She
    loves a good training session, anything that allows her to
    tear things to shreds with her small, sharp claws.


    She has a short fuse, and temper. But she loves
    her big sister and loves her friends.



    She will also beat the snot out of someone
    who tries to hurt them. Speedy little demon.


    Kin: Spiritwalker, older sister.


    Mate/Crush: n/A, Open


    Kits: ? ? ?? She is a child. No.


    Looks(May be skipped if visual reference is used):


    History(optional):


    You first opened your eyes, and heart the
    mighty howls of Coyotes. You first opened your
    eyes, and smelled the scent of smoke.


    You first opened your eyes, and heard the
    warriors preparing for a fight to the death.



    You opened your eyes, and saw Death staring
    at you.



    The Black and white feline did not speak, he simply
    looked towards where Spirit entered the nursery to
    pick you up.



    You were carried, far from the fighting, the blood,
    the fire, the death. You slept, dreams of happier
    times that you would never see.



    You woke, to find a new home, and your sister
    watching over you.




    You woke, to feel a chill run down your back.



    You woke, to see one more Feline, watching you from
    across the clan.



    Death.


    Other:







    Name: "Death", as the Tribe called him.
    "Blackstorm", as the Clan named him.


    Gender: Male / Non-Binary


    Age: 43 Moons


    Rank: Warrior


    Breed(can be skipped, but I would prefer it): Maine Coon


    Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual


    Personality: How does one usually gain the name
    "Death"? Usually someone dark, foreboding.


    He was not always one for talking, if he did,
    it was sometimes cryptic, accompanied by a deep,
    rough, yet pleasant voice. One someone
    could fall asleep too, if not followed by bone-chilling
    statements.



    He is a talented warrior, as he has proven
    time and time again. How he survived...



    Spiritwalker did not predict this.



    Kin: n/A


    Mate/Crush: : ' ) Good luck


    Kits: no.


    Looks(May be skipped if visual reference is used):
    Handsome boy...............


    History(optional):



    For as long as you could remember, your name
    was "Death". A warrior tribe hailed you as their best,
    but feared giving you the title of "Shaman". You
    honestly, didn't care. All it was, was politics, a title.



    "Oh, obey me, I have a name that depicts me as
    powerful!"



    Power is shown in action, not words.




    So many lives had fallen to your claws, so many
    deaths stained your soul, so much blood covered
    your hungry maw. But you craved it, it was like a drug.



    To kill, to slaughter. Even if you felt the guilt of your terrible
    sins weighing down on you, even as you felt StarClan shun you,
    you were what you were named.



    You were Death.



    But the Clan felt this name was too....brutal, to say the least.



    "Blackstorm", they said. A Storm of Darkness.




    So be it.



    Other: Wow hi I love making STUPID CHARACTERS and SUFFERING.

    The post was edited 2 times, last by Grimm-Flowers: My alignment kept being thrown off : ' ) ().

    Name:Storm frost
    Gender:male
    Age:23
    Rank:warrior
    Breed: odon't know
    Sexuality: Straight
    Personality: he is very kind and gentle but during times of crisis he can be very strict and harsh. He is loyal and obedient until what he is being asked goes against what he believes
    Mate/crush: opening
    Kin:open for anyone to make
    Looks

    History:
    Other




    Name:Featherkit
    Gender:female
    Age:3
    Rank:kit
    Breed: odon't know
    Sexuality: bisexual
    Personality: featherkit is very shy especially about lettinf others know her sexuality, but she's kind and gentle and she cares a lot about others.
    Mate/crush:none yet
    Kin:needs mother
    Looks

    History:born in clan
    Other

    Name: Willowpaw


    Gender: she cat


    Age: 6 moons


    Rank:medicine cat apprentice


    Breed(can be skipped, but I would prefer it):


    Sexuality:straight


    Personality:


    Kin:


    Mate/Crush: none (yet?)


    Kits: none (yet?)


    Looks(May be skipped if visual reference is used):


    History(optional):


    Other: more later

    Name: Eagleblaze


    Gender: Male


    Age: 49 moons


    Rank: Deputy


    Breed: Long-haired tabby (american longhair)


    Sexuality: Straight


    Personality: Eagleblaze is a laid-back sort of tom. He's not exactly lazy, but he doesn't always push himself to his highest potential most of the time. When he was an apprentice, he had a very energetic air to him. He's lost some of that, but will still run around camp with the apprentices sometimes. He's kind, and not too protective, although he did kill that one rogue who raped his sister.... But he will let her alone, and allow her to make her own decisions. Eagleblaze respects his superiors, although he don't really have any except Thymestar. He likes to tell bad puns, one of the only things his sister dosen't like about him.


    Kin: Sister- Feathersky, Nephews- Boulderpaw and Strikepaw (all open for roleplaying, including Feathersky)


    Mate/Crush: Open/open


    Kits: Nope


    Looks:


    History: He was born Eagle Sun of The Tribe of No Moon, with his sister, Floating Feather. His sister was always calm while Eagle Sun was more rambunctious and crazy. When they were given Teachers, the two siblings became very close. He was always kind, and was never to protective of her. She was more of a friend then a sister, if anything. They both trained well, and soon enough they were Teachers themselves. Theywere always side by side.. One day, Floating Feather was on a solo hunt, and she was attacked and raped by a strange rogue. When she told Eagle Sun, he made it his duty to hunt down and murder the tom cat. Once he did it wasn't long until someone found out about it, and he was exiled for just protecting his sister. Floating Feather followed Eagle Sun, and They changed their names to Eagle and Feather. They came upon WrenClan, and were instantly wary. Soon, however, Feather's kits were born, and the Clan accepted them in. They became Eagleblaze and Feathersky. Eagleblaze was promoted on the same day that his two nephews were made apprentices.
    Other:Here's your deputy! Also, all of his kin is adoptable.

    Name: Eagleblaze


    Gender: Male


    Age: 49 moons


    Rank: Deputy


    Breed: Long-haired tabby (american longhair)


    Sexuality: Straight


    Personality: Eagleblaze is a laid-back sort of tom. He's not exactly lazy, but he doesn't always push himself to his highest potential most of the time. When he was an apprentice, he had a very energetic air to him. He's lost some of that, but will still run around camp with the apprentices sometimes. He's kind, and not too protective, although he did kill that one rogue who raped his sister.... But he will let her alone, and allow her to make her own decisions. Eagleblaze respects his superiors, although he don't really have any except Thymestar. He likes to tell bad puns, one of the only things his sister dosen't like about him.


    Kin: Sister- Feathersky, Nephews- Boulderpaw and Strikepaw (all open for roleplaying, including Feathersky)


    Mate/Crush: Open/open


    Kits: Nope


    Looks:


    History: He was born Eagle Sun of The Tribe of No Moon, with his sister, Floating Feather. His sister was always calm while Eagle Sun was more rambunctious and crazy. When they were given Teachers, the two siblings became very close. He was always kind, and was never to protective of her. She was more of a friend then a sister, if anything. They both trained well, and soon enough they were Teachers themselves. Theywere always side by side.. One day, Floating Feather was on a solo hunt, and she was attacked and raped by a strange rogue. When she told Eagle Sun, he made it his duty to hunt down and murder the tom cat. Once he did it wasn't long until someone found out about it, and he was exiled for just protecting his sister. Floating Feather followed Eagle Sun, and They changed their names to Eagle and Feather. They came upon WrenClan, and were instantly wary. Soon, however, Feather's kits were born, and the Clan accepted them in. They became Eagleblaze and Feathersky. Eagleblaze was promoted on the same day that his two nephews were made apprentices.
    Other:Here's your deputy! Also, all of his kin is adoptable.