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  • Ceremonies

    Shiverpaw watched the ceremony, shocked at all the drama.


    What kind of cat thinks they need to threaten their leader to have their apprentice become warrior? An insecure one. I wonder what she taught her apprentice.


    She patiently watched, not wanting to get involved but unsheathing her claws just in case. She was going to be a warrior today, and this cat might give her the chance to prove her skills in battle in front of her leader.

  • Onya

    Character Name: Onya


    Gender: She-cat


    Alliance: (What Clan/ Tribe? Or a loner or kittypet?): Kittypet


    Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): N/a


    Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Onya is a calico with bright green eyes. Her inner legs, stomach, neck, and jaw is covered in pure white fur, while the rest of her coat brandishes black and tan in half stripes across her back, along her head, and down her tail. Her fur is of medium length, with a very fuzzy tail. Her whiskers are long and thin; her paws are petite. She has very little muscle, and is somewhat pudgy, but her pelt tends to hide that.


    Personality: Onya is shy and gentle, kind to most. She loves her two-legs, but not nearly as much as her food dish. Stars intrigue her, as do all bright lights too far for her to make out what they are coming from. She often feels lonely, but keeps it hidden well, and is a bit of a romantic. Often, she wishes for more than she has, but she doesn't know what more there is. A new life, perhaps, or just a new friend? Her two-legs have no other pets, and are often gone from their nest, leaving her to wander the nest and the neighborhood alone. She pretends to make friends, though never feels close enough to any of them to actually believe them a friend. She fears change, but yearns for it, and hesitates whenever the possibility of it emerges.


    History(Not needed; --CAUTION! To have joined Thunder, Shadow, River or Windclan from outside the clan they need to have done so at under 6 moons old! Note this on the bio if you choose to put in a history and go this route with it!): Born in a cage, she has always been a kitty pet. She was adopted at six moons old, and taken to live with her current family where she has spent the last 10 moons. She was named "Onya," after her two-leg's unborn child. The child had been planned, but neither two-leg believed they could raise a kid, and so they settled for a cat instead. Onya often wished she could be with her family again, but soon realized that that was impossible. She dreams of one day meeting with them, but understands that she would have no recognition of any of her siblings.


    Notes/Other:

  • Another day goes by

    Onya sat, basking in the evening light on the cold stone porch in front of her two-leg nest. The sun caught her fur, causing it to shimmer in orange and pink where the red orb hit it just right. Her eyes were closed, as yet another day went by with no more than a bug being caught in her paws. So much to live for, and yet none of the wealth seemed to have been shared with her. When would she be allowed excitement? When would she be allowed friendship? When would she be allowed love? She pondered these questions and opened her faded green eyes to watch the final moments of the sunset.

  • Another day goes by

    Onya abruptly fell from her daze. Unfortunately, the sun was at a perfect spot to hold a glare right over the stranger's body. She could tell from the voice that it was a she-cat, but it didn't sound like one she had met before. Perhaps a stranger? A slight spark of hope held her heart in it's optimistic clutches. She raised a paw high enough to block the sun. Sure enough, there was a strange she-cat standing out in the streets.


    She looked different from the others Onya had met. More toned, maybe? Though she could barely look at the rest of the new cat's body, seeing as how all she could see was the cat's eyes. They were emerald, and seemed to glow in the light. Of course, most cat's eyes glowed in the sunlight, but this was a different glow. A deeper glow. One Onya had never seen before. She put her paw down and stood, padding towards the new cat so she could get a better look.


    For a slight second, she felt compelled to run from the stranger. Invisible images of what this cat could do to harm her flickered across her mind's eye. Something, though, kept her moving forward. Sure, it was a bit slow, but it was forward. When this cat spoke, her voice sounded cautious. That alone gave Onya the idea that this cat wasn't dangerous. She decided this was the 'something' that kept her moving forward.


    "Hello. Are you new?" Her voice, too, was a bit on the nervous side. It cracked slightly as she bent her head down to see past the glare of the sun and actually look at the cat whom stood in front of her.

  • Another day goes by

    Something seemed odd about this cat. She seemed a bit... off. Afraid, or just nervous. Even, maybe, a hint of yearning? She was alone, yes, but she didn't look like one who had spent her life alone, so it couldn't have been the same crave for new that Onya felt within herself. What, then, could she be looking for?


    Onya nodded her head to Jules' comment.
    "It's really not a bad place to live. If you like routine, I mean. It's all the same, all the time. I am Onya, and I live right there," She flicked her tail to the house she had just come from. She saw no harm in giving this cat her name, nor in telling this cat where she lived. She seemed lost, and Onya couldn't help but feel a slight bit of pity for the out of place she-cat. Pity, and curiosity.
    "So, where do you come from. I can tell from your smell that it's nowhere around here. Not even the oldest of ally cats smell this... Well, I can't quite put my finger on what you smell like, but I can assure you that it's nothing from around here." And this was the truth. The cat smelled like dirt, and something else... Something... odd.

  • new to here

    Hey! Welcome to the site! I am still a bit new here, but I have been on long enough to know my way around :) It comes quick, trust me. Like moving into a new house. Anyways, if you need anyone to rp with, I am almost always here :D

  • Another day goes by

    The sun dipped farther below the horizon, whispering its final goodbyes through the colors engulfing the world.


    Onya nodded as the cat complimented her home, noting the bit of envy coming from her voice. It was almost unnoticeable, but it didn't quite reach being invisible. Then, Jules began explaining the place she came from.


    'It's dangerous. It's the worst place for a she-cat to be.' She sounded hurt, and scared. Also very serious. Onya could tell this cat had been through a hard time. A very hard time. A strange urge to comfort Jules in any way possible took hold of the kittypet, and it seemed like the right thing to do anyways.


    She purred and walked up to the stranger, resting her head on Jules' back. She remained silent, allowing the only noise to be the rumble within her own body as she tried to let the cat know that she was okay now.
    "Listen," She said, still resting against Jules, "No matter the crap you went through before, you are here now because of it. Now, to answer your question, I have been here for 10 moons at least. Come, it's warm inside and some people let their dogs out at night." She took herself from the she-cat's body and began walking toward her home, flicking her tail as a sign for her new friend to follow.

  • Another day goes by

    Onya's whiskers twitched with amusement at Jules' question.


    "They will probably just see you as a neighbor cat and add double the food to my bowl. Besides, they won't be home until sunrise, and even then they will just go to their nest and sleep." She walked slowly to her home, letting Jules catch up so they were walking side-by-side. She enjoyed the strange smell of this cat. It was different, out of routine. It was also exciting. That one smell held so many stories behind it, so much adventure...


    She felt odd around this cat. In a good way. As if she was meant to do something. As if she had a niche, a reason. She also couldn't get the softness of the she-cat's fur out of her mind. One would think that a cat from the forests would have mangled, un-kept fur; but, Jules' pelt was soft. It was another oddity about this cat.


    When they reached her home, she waited for her friend to walk in through the cat door first, believing it simple manners to do so. The sun was now completely gone, leaving behind darkening stragglers of pink in its quake.

  • Cats of the Stars Rp thread

    Terra Riverstar stepped from her den and looked out towards Agua River. The sun beat down on it, reflecting back a blaze of red as it set below the Incendiu Mountains. Night was closing in, yet she wasn't the slightest bit tired. The only thing she seemed able to think of was her old friend and his death 6 moons ago.


    Wind blew across the leaves of the dense trees surrounding her clans camp, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was looking down on her tonight from the stars. She let out a deep sigh, and hung her head.