Posts by cupidpuppy

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    HeronFlight turned away from his sister. He padded to the warriors den, and lay down. The from his paw bleeding had stopped. He likes the old red stain from his paw. I'll go see the medicine cat about it later. He thought. He lay there for a moment, but didn't fall asleep. He wasn't tired. He let his gaze scan the cats outside.


    Foxfang watxhed as her brother disappeared into the warriors den. Looking away she gave her pelt a shake and padded to the warriors den. She wasn't to hungry. Not enough for a full piece of prey. Her gaze turned to Eaglepaw, the rabbit in his jaws. "Eaglepaw, are you willing to share with me?" She asked pointing the the prey.

    Foxfang smiled as the apprentice happily agreed. "I don't think I could eat that whole thing either." she laughed. As the apprentice nosed the rabbit towards her, she smiled. "Thank you, but you take the first bite, your going to need all your strength." she said with a smile. "What with all this training."

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    Oº°'' Briarpaw ¨‘°ºO


    Age: 8 moons.


    Gender: Female


    Desired Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice


    Personality: Briarpaw is an optimist, she generally looks on the brighter side of situations. She is cheerful and friendly, though will not hesitate to pluck your whiskers! Despite being such a happy-go-lucky type of cat, this apprentice has a fiery temper, that runs on a dangerously short fuse. If you provoke her, you'll most likely be leaving with a couple of shredded ears!


    History: Born and raised in clan, which no specific events needing description.


    Crush: Open.


    Mate: Later.


    Kits: Later.


    Kin: Jaysong, older sister.


    Other: Juniper.






    Oº°‘¨ Jaysong ¨‘°ºO


    Age: 24 moons.


    Gender: Female.


    Desired Rank: Warrior.


    Personality: Jaysong is a quiet and collected type of cat. Despite her relatively tranquil air, she isn't afraid or hesitant to speak her mind. She'll let you know what she thinks, but won't say it out of turn, as she knows her place well. She doesn't like fighting to be used to solve a situation but will gladly unsheath her claws if is necessary. She prefers conversation investments with those close to her, rather then those she isn't too familiar with.


    History: Born and raised in clan.


    Crush: Open.


    Mate: N/A


    Kits:N/A


    Kin: Briarpaw, younger sister.


    Other: Juniper.


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    [justify]Swift Mouse nodded as the cat exited the room. Turning back to the pile of prey, Swift Mouse picked out a plump bird, vole, and the mouse Canny Robin had just before left. Taking the prey in her jaws, she padded out of the room. She jogged up the stairs, finally coming to the forth floor. She padded down the hall in search of MacCeallair.[/justify]
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    [justify]The sound of paws awoke Briarpaw that dawn. Sunlight burned her eyelids, causing her to slowly open her eyes, and the illumination's focus to now be on her pupils. She shut them again, scrunching her face, and put a paw to her closed optics in order to block the harsh sunlight. She shifted, turning onto her belly. After a few moments hesitation, she let her paw fall away from her face, unable to fall back to sleep. She slowly rose to her paws, stretching, and padded to the entrance to the den, opening her jaws in a massive yawn. Her gaze flickered up to the sky, Clouds covered what should have been dawn. She let her vision fall to the camp, she spotted the smokey gray pelt of Yarrowstar and the black and white pelt of her mentor, Blackice. Her vision soon caught the pelt of Whiteflame as well. Her gaze rested on them for a few moments longer before licking a paw and running it over her face, as she began to groom herself outside of her den.


    Jaysong's eyes sleepily flickered open. She let the sunlight flooding her vision awaken her senses, slowly regaining the feeling in her limbs. Raising her head groggily, she looked around her, many warriors were still asleep, one familiar pelt however, sat upright. "Thistlefang," Jaysong mumbled in a low volume due to lingering sleep. She noticed the somewhat uneasy licks he applied to his pelt, that seemed strangely ruffled, not alone by sleep. "Whats wrong?" She asked she asked through a long yawn. She rose to her paws and shook her pelt, sitting back down, waiting for the young warrior's response.[/justify]


    Name: Thornpelt
    Age: 24 moons
    Gender: tom
    Rank: Warrior
    Looks: Thornpelt owns a base coat of a dark ruddy brown. Atop this coat lay a pattern of darker hued spots running down his back, onto his tail. These spots also exist, however only a few, on his arms and legs. Stretching from his muzzle, chest, underbelly, and tail is a lighter brown coloring. His eyes are a deep amber and his nose is a dark pink. His claws and teeth are sharp.
    Personality: Thornpelt is a quiet cat. His calm demeanor causes most of this. Despite this factor, he will not hesitate to unsheathe his claws in a dangerous situation. He will let you know his opinions, but not speak with disrespect. He tries his hardest to be a loyal warrior to his clan.
    Crush\mate: Open/ not at the moment
    Relatives: Mapleblaze
    Activity: I am active, however, i have school starting on the eighth. despite this I will try to be on all the same. My sister also is using my computer, in that time I will try to be on mobile.
    Other: boulder


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    Name: Mapleblaze
    Age: 22 moons
    Gender: she-cat
    Rank: Warrior
    Looks: Mapleblaze has a base coat of a fiery ginger coloring. On top of this base lies a darker ginger, this is most evident on her back. Around her muzzle, chest, and underbelly is a lighter coloring of ginger. Her eyes are a vibrant amber.
    Personality: She has a kind and caring demeanor. This is shown mostly to her clan members. She is hard working to become a loyal warrior and uses claws to defense her clan as well as use them for her temper. She has a short temper, and a sharped tonged side to her. She can be very fierce. She has long, sharp claws and teeth. She hardly hesitates to fight or lash out at someone, despite their rank. She will gladly tell you her opinion.
    Crush\mate: open/ not at the moment
    Relatives: Thornpelt
    Activity: On quite a bit throughout the day.
    Other: Boulder


    Name; Wildclaw
    Age; 26 mooons
    Gender; she-cat
    Rank; Warrior
    Mentor or Apprentice; No preferred apprentice, but is legible.
    Description(One Sent. so I can add you to the list); A white she cat with a few black spots and bright blue eyes.
    Other; N/A


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    Name; Breezestrike
    Age; 27 moons
    Gender; Male
    Rank; Warrior
    Mentor or Apprentice; No preferred apprentice, but is legible.
    Description(One Sent. so I can add you to the list); Lean, sleek black tomcat with a white locket and yellow eyes.
    Other; N/A

    [justify]Briarpaw's optics caught the beckoning of her mentor, Blackice. She rose to her paws, giving her coat a brisk shake, before trekking across the clearing and finally to where Blackice stood. She recalled what he had said while gesturing for her. Catchweed, coltsfoot, and horsetail. She memorized. We are low on those. She looked up to her mentor. "Okay, Blackice." She mewed obligingly. Her nose caught the dampness in the air. She glanced briefly skywards, pondering, Might rain soon.


    Jaysong's gaze stayed on Thistlefang for a moment longer, before looking out of the den and to the sky. Jaysong remained unconvinced towards Thistlefang's response. His hesitance didn't exactly serve in his defense, and whatever his dream was about must not have been very pleasant. However, if he wasn't in the mood to confess, she wouldn't pressure him. Jaysong surveyed the sky, nose twitching as she snuffed the cool breeze. She hadn't been close enough to get a good scent of the sky, but her judgment gave her a clue. "Most likely." Jaysong began. "It's been raining for a couple of days now." She recalled the day before, and how much rain had fallen. "Do you like the rain?" She inquired. Might as well go along with the subject change.[/justify]

    Sorry for the late and short post guys


    I'm on mobile again and I can barely type anything.


    Thornpelt padded out of the den. Once Out he sat down. He allowed he suns burning ray beat down onto his pelt. With a yawn he looked for shady spot to lay.


    Mapleaze looked up from where she was sleeping. Sunlight scorched her pupils and was awoken by paw steps. Looking out side she spots Thornpelt. She furrowed her eyes, as tired as she was she would have to get up sooner or later. She yawned and left the den.

    [justify]Briarpaw follow her mentor, trotting at his side with strides somewhat elongated to keep in pace with him. As he spoke the question, her mind instantly jumped into action. Reaching back to the lessons they had shared, the dappled apprentice gathered the answer from the list of herbal remedies she knew so far, and finally answered Blackice with, "Comfrey root. Right?"


    She looked to the smokey gray tom. She, personally, loved the rain as well. The constant drip of the water on her pelt, and the soothing sound of it hissing as it fell to the ground. Despite her love for rain, however, the booming of thunder sent chills crawling through her. Of course, she would hardly admit it, not directly anyways. As Thistlefang exited the den, she followed suit, scanning the camp before her before glancing skyward. Yes. she mentally concluded, spotting the clouds accumulating over head. A shower will surely prevail. Jaysong leveled her gaze with her comrade, chartreuse orbs meeting her own cerulean. She felt her lips curl gently under his kind smile, and padded up to flank him. "Looks like something happened," she observed, referring to the gathered cats by the stump on which Yarrowstar issued meetings.[/justify]

    Thornpelt and Mapleblaze both turned there heads to the call. "Sure." Thornpelt mewed. Mapleblaze nodded her head. They walked up to Venomstar. Thornpelt could use a patrol. Sleep still clung to him, and he needed to stretch. Mapleblaze yawned, she wasn't looking forward to the heat, but typically liked to go on patrols.

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    [ Pandora | Echobreeze]


    Name: Pandora.
    Age: Twenty-five.
    Gender: Female.
    Wanted Rank in Clan: Warrior.


    Personality[required]: Pandora is a stubborn and sharp-tongued cat. She used to live in the city, and brawled with dogs and humans most of her time there, creating the tough, unrefined individual she is today. Despite this, she can, in fact, be a kind-hearted cat- as long as you weasel your way onto her good side.
    Appearance[required, written]: Pandora is a pale grey she-cat with greenish blue eyes. Her ears are long and narrow. Long, white whiskers make it easy for here to sense the things around her. Her petite paws emphasize long, sharp claws, with a snaking tail that continues her spine to a tapered tip. She has a scar running down her ear, from the top where the nick is located, to the bottom of her ear.
    History[optional]: Pandora was born a kittypet. She was pet and pampered, yet often went into the backyard to enjoy the sun and explore. One day, a flashy, screeching monster charged in front of her two legs den. They took the oldest one, whose hair had turned hoar over the ages. After a few days, her house folks left in their own monster, and never came back. Dazed, frightened and forgotten, Pandora stayed in that house, waiting for them to come back. Day after day ticked on, yet no one ever came to retrieve or feed her. After losing all but a little hope, she fled from the abandoned building. She got lost in the city. But living there all those years toughened her. She had been injured a few times as a new bee to the city, by dogs and other cats. However, she soon got used to the city, and learned it like the back of her paw. Despite this, after being lost in the city, she would try to find here way back to her twoleg home to see if they had ever returned, but still cannot find her way back. She left the city when there was no food to be found. She found the forest and has lived there ever since.


    Plot Ideas?
    Meh.
    Other: Red. :3


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    [font=papyrus][color=black][ Incuse | Blizzardfang ]


    [font=georgia][color=black]Name: Incuse
    Age: Thirty moons
    Gender: Male
    Wanted Rank in Clan: Warrior


    Personality[required]: Incuse is a wise, calm, and collected cat. He roams the forest, hunting prey only when hungry, thinking it best not to go and waste prey. He doesn't quite care about any other cats who take shelter in the forest as long as they don't bother him.
    Appearance[required, written]: Incuse is a long haired white tom. One of his eyes are blue, the other golden. The fur on his tail hangs low, but doesn't touch the ground. He has a smokey colored ring on his tail and under his chin, on his throat. His paws are large and his front left leg is twisted and limp. His ears are adverse-sized, and on the tips, has a tuft of white fur.
    History[optional]: Incuse used to lived peacefully in the forest with litter mates. There were four of them. Quite a few moons ago, tragedy came their way. One of his sibling fell from a tree, trying to catch prey for her siblings. Soon after another died fighting off a cat that attacked them. The third was with Incuse, taking a stroll near a thunder path. When crossing, a car, out of no where, came by. Incuse was pushed out of the way by his last sibling, and it she was hit. Incuse has his twisted paw due to this, he couldn't use it to hunt or climb anymore. But after a while managed to do the things he used to. Despite the limp paw.


    Plot Ideas?
    Other: Red[/justify]

    Appearance:
    Name: Bumbleclaw
    Age(In Moons): 20 moons
    Gender: Male
    Rank: Deptuy
    Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
    Personality: Calm and collected. Bumbleclaw takes his role seriously. He finds being a part of the clan a very important job. He thinks of the best strategy in hunting and which cat is good at what. Picking an choosing the perfect cats for a hunting or border patrol. He takes any prey caught to the fresh-kill pile and waits for all, if not most, of his clan mates to eat first.


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    Name: Dawncloud
    Age(In Moons): 20 moons
    Gender: Female
    Rank: Warrior
    Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
    Personality: Mostly cheerful and happy. Dawncloud enjoys being around others. Despite her joyful outside, she can be a serious cat. Taking up the role of a warrior and hunting and fighting for her clan. She dreamt of it since she was a kit, and was proud they day she got her warrior name. Promising to fight and defend her clan. She plans on doing exactly that.

    Screen Name: cupidpuppy
    Nicknames: You can call me cupid, or puppy.
    Muse Level: 6, it depends on the scenarios of the clan.
    Activity Level: 7- 7 1/2
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    Name: Gilbert
    Age: 30 moons
    Gender: Male
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Religion: He believes in a religion he was taught as a kit.
    Rank: Mercenary
    Personality (4+ sentences): Gilbert is usually a calm, caring, and collected cat. However, he can be sharp tongued too. When Gilbert is with his clan, or someone close, he tends to be a kind and caring cat. He tries his best to make them feel comfortable and make them laugh, but if that person or people are threatened, Gilbert can hardly keep himself from clawing at the threat. He doesn't care how others look, as he knows looks can be deceiving, and tries not to worry to much about his appearance.
    History (4+ sentences): Gilbert lived as a rouge. Rushing and living no where like a nomad. He got into many fights, with creatures such as, other cats, dogs, humans, rats, creating his ferocious side. He learned how to fight quickly in the lifestyle he was in. Along the way, he has also met other cats, ones he would not fight. Ones who have befriended him and thought of him like a litter-mate. This created his caring side.
    Turn ons: Someone who is funny and kind. Who didn't quite care about looks or about what others thought. .
    Turn offs: Angry, often aggressive cats. Despite sometimes doing the same.
    Crush/Mate: Open
    Kits: Open
    Kin: Open
    Other: Has a scar running down a part of his back.
    "Don't try to excuse yourself by saying you're doing it for someone else's sake."


    Screen Name: cupidpuppy
    Nicknames: Cupid, or Puppy
    Muse Level: 6
    Activity Level: 7- 7 1/2
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    Name: Aka
    Age: 26 moons
    Gender: Female
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Religion: She hasn't every really thought about it.
    Rank: Mercanary
    Personality (4+ sentences): Aka is a quiet cat. She doesn't tend to jump in on others conversations. She doesn't try to stay out of them, but feels most comfortable when taken into a conversation by others more than by herself. She is a smart and quick-witted cat, who works best under pressure. She'll gladly say what she thinks, but only if asked. Often her opinions are ended in a "Thats what I was thinking anyways..." Mostly due to not wanting to say the wrong thing.
    History (4+ sentences): Aka was often scolded by the rest of her kin. She never really knew why. They left her while there was a famine where she lived, and never saw them again. She walked for a while, resting and living at a few places for a moon at a time, trying to find a good home. Then, found PromiseClan.
    Turn ons: Someone who cares nothing for what she looks like or what others think. Someone who cares for their clan and for others.
    Turn offs: Selfish, hard-headed cats. One who would be greatly influenced by others thoughts.
    Crush/Mate: Open
    Kits: Open
    Kin: Open
    Other: She is albino cat.
    "Don't try to excuse yourself by saying you're doing it for someone else's sake."


    Also sorry for the small picture for Aka :o