Posts by Day Star

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Name: Lathe

Kit Number: ... 3, I guess. Doesn't really matter.

Gender: Female

Appearance: As all of her siblings, Lathe is jet black, with deep, dark brown eyes. Her coat, rough as it is, is quite thick. She is broad, large, and rather gangly looking, her appendages too large for the rest of her body.

Personality: Hurried and exciteable, Lathe loves to be everywhere at once. When she can, she sticks her nose into everything, and often gets into trouble for it. Reckless when emotional, (which is often) she can sometimes calm herself down enough to be serious and caring, if not exactly thoughtful. Happy at almost all times, she does her best to cheer others up as well.

Rp Sample: Her tail wagged in an excited blur, and Lathe only with difficulty stilled a thrilled whimper rising in her throat. Today, their leader, and grandfather, had told them that they were going to be given something, something amazing and fantastic... and a secret. Personally, Lathe disapproved of secrets -they were so unfair to everyone else- but at this moment, she just couldn't wait to hear what it was.

Her ears perked as she heard the unmistakable sounds of her father's footsteps, accompanied by her mother, and Lathe wriggle with joy. Turning to one of her siblings, she barked, "They're coming, they're coming! Oh, I just can't wait!" He was disappointingly stoic, but Lathe had enough excitement for all of her brothers and sisters combined.

As her parents appeared, Lathe pushed to the front, heaving a deep breath to still her fidgety movements. It worked. She froze into an attentive stance as her father began. "As you all know, we've been meaning to give you something for awhile now, when you were ready. No, it isn't a toy, you've enough of those already. It is in fact an assignment, a dangerous assignment, in fact..."

And as he went on to explain the task, Lathe felt her heart leap into her throat. Finally! Finally they were being given something that the pups of the leaders-to-be deserved. A chance at fame, at glory, at respect. As per usual, Lathe disregarded the danger implicit in the mission, and as soon as her parents finished speaking, she sat up taller and said eagerly, "I accept."

Plot Ideas: Not many... To prove themselves worthy of their heritage, pups must go on a dangerous mission to find/capture/steal some item/person, and bring it back to the pack?

Other cats/Wildcats from store: Not very many, as I haven't been here long. Just a dog/coyote, actually.

Other: *Nom nom* Cookie!

OOC: Stormstep to mentor Echokit.

Stormstep waited patiently near the high rock, his eyes gleaming as he spotted his apprentice to-be chatting with several other kits and apprentices. He was eager to mentor Echokit.

Bandit let out a short, quickly stifled mew of excitement and pride when his paw connected and Brae stepped back. Finally, I was fast enough! he purred to himself.

But Brae was still beckoning for another attack, and Bandit pushed away the excitement as well as he could. Focus! he thought fiercely. Now isn't the time to mess up. To be honest though, he was starting to run out of ideas. As a trainee, and a moderately young one at that, he hadn't had that many training sessions with older cats.

Whiskers twitching in concentration, he leapt forward and straight into Brae, hoping, as unlikely as it was, to catch the Title by surprise.

Goldenkit stumbled next to Thorn, her paws aching and her ears drooping. This had not been what she had in mind when she'd snuck out of camp to have an adventure. She wanted her mother back, not this strange she-cat that hustled them along, through cold and wet and other unpleasant things. It just wasn't nice.

Her sad eyes took in the place they'd been brought to, and they brightened a little. At least this place -the Tribe of Freezing Comets- seemed very interesting. Since she couldn't find her way back to ShadowClan, maybe she should just resign herself and have a little fun here.

Turning to Poison, who Goldenkit had admired throughout the long trek, she mewed, "Have you ever seen a place like this?"

Name: Wavedapple

Rank: Deputy

Looks: Grey with splotches of almost blue along flanks. Amber eyes.

Gender: She-cat

Personality: Strong, stern, brave and inventive.

Whitehaze, having watched the confrontation with disgust, twitched his ears as Gentleshadow spoke.

Strolling up to her, his dark blue eyes fixed on the ShadowClan cats, he sat next to the she-cat. "I don't wish to be argumentative," he mewed slowly. "But I could point out that the cats ordering us around, like the one you just helped out, do agree about taking us over."

He twisted to lick at an irritating spot on his white pelt, ears still attentive to what she had to say.

Wavedapple watched the exchange between the two neighbouring leaders, his eyes gleaming. It was interesting to have more than just patrols to think about.

Once they were finished, he padded up to Seastar and asked, "You were saying something about patrols?"

Name: Mirepaw

Rank: Medicine cat apprentice

Gender: Female

Color: Dark brown coat, with even darker splotches on legs and belly. Dark green eyes.

Personality: Brusque, impatient, but ultimately caring and affectionate.

Cat's Name: Wavedapple

Cat's Age: Five years, three moons.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dark grey that, in certain light, seems slightly greyish blue. Thin pelt, dark amber eyes, long tail.

Personality: Stern and silent, Wavedapple is the strong, stoic warrior type. Hidden behind this mask, his inventive ingenuity lurks, offering many impressive ideas and plans.

History: Born to two kitty pets, who were wild when first adopted, he never grew into the lifestyle. Eventually wandered away, learning some hard lessons about the loner life, and then joined SeaClan as deputy.

Character Name: Mirepaw

Gender: Female

Alliance: Pseudo-clan, SeaClan

Rank: Medicine cat apprentice

Appearance: Dark brown coat, with even darker splotches on legs and belly. Dark green eyes, a long, wiry frame, and a long, skinny tail.

Personality: Brusque, impatient, but ultimately caring and affectionate.

History: NA

Other: N/A

Bronzekit squeaked with alarm as he woke, for suddenly there were blurry, dark things looming up around him, and odd, rushing noises filled his ears where there had been only silence before. Strange thrums -cats speaking, though he knew it not- made him twist this way and that, trying to see with his newly found -and still improving- eye-sight.

He couldn't figure it out. Sprawled out on his stomach, he made his way over to the nearest vague shape, his brother Soulkit, and sniffed. For the first time, he was able to distinguish the individual smell of his sibling.

As something, soft and light as it was, pushed on his head, Bronzekit mewed in startled protest. Clumsily he rolled and squirmed away from the contact, before pausing, staring at the vague shape that was Soulkit. He mewed again, but there was something a little more social in the cry.

Bandit wandered over to the games, his eyes bright and clear. Deeming himself too young, he hadn't tried any of the 'nip, and judging by the way the others were acting, it had been a good idea. As a trainee, he hadn't fought in the battle, but he had brought a lot of freshkill and a couple of things for prizes.

Glancing at Desolatestar and Capone, he twitched his ears doubtfully. It seemed Elite already had the prisoner, and he didn't want to mate with Capone. She was intimidating, and he was young. Still, he was a really good story teller, and he could always just give Capone back the prisoner.

Grooming his pelt, careful to leave in the blue streaks on his grey flanks, he thought before mewing, "I'll play!" Without further ado, he rose into a two paw pawstand, his clear mind giving him an edge over the catnip influenced competitors. A few seconds later, he leapt from the pose, doing a somersault before landing on all four paws.

Bandit nodded at Spiritus. It was probably a good idea, so the she-cats could win something.

He purred at Capone and mewed, "Don't worry, just warming up!" His totally upbeat reply was unlike Bandit's usual self, and he blinked. Maybe I did get some 'nip after all?

He also decided to tell a story, though just for fun. "Some many, many years back, there was a terrible creature that roamed the forest, killing cats as it liked. No cat knew what it was, but all lived in fear. One early leafbare, when queens cried and Titles cowered in their dens, a brave trainee, determined to become a full member of Elite, left to find this monster. He searched for moons, getting into many battles and fueds that are long forgotten now..." Bandit trailed off, tail flicking.

"Anyways, eventually he found the monster, and it turned out it was a hideous cross between dog and cat and hawk and other predator animals. Terrified, the trainee cowered down. It would have ended in his death then, but for reasons unknown an eagle swooped down and clawed at the monster's eyes and face. Given heart, the trainee attacked as the monster was distracted, and he slew it. Grieviously wounded, for the creature had not gone without a fight, he lay down in the snow, ready to die. Suddenly, an eagle feather drifted down and alighted on his nose, and the trainee was miraculously healed."

In his excitement, Bandit had stood, and now he paced. "The trainee returned home as the snow was beginning to melt, bearing the monster's head, and the Elite welcomed him as a hero and a Title. The trainee, a respected member, glorified forever after, never forgot the eagle that saved his life, and it's rumoured that the healing feather is still hidden in the Mansion to this day."

Feeling awkward, the trainee ducked his head and purred sheepishly, "Sorry if it was too long."

Bandit lashed his tail, impatient for Capone to judge the stories, or for some other cats to join the first contest of balancing and tumbling and leaping. It wasn't so much the prizes that were important, but he did want to know who would win, and he wasn't all that interested in talking with the other cats, especially those that weren't in Elite.

Having come late to the party, Raelynx hadn't had much 'nip, just enough to make him feel good and content. He wandered around, and came to the games area almost by mistake. He noticed Tiger's Path and sat down next to her, at a suitable distance.

"Hello," he mewed, his voice steady but maybe just a bit too high. "Raelynx, recently of the Elite, at yer service. And you are?"

Bandit nodded eagerly at the older tom, who's name was Pendulum. He wanted to see some of the other cats compete.

A slight buzzing in his ears an accompanyment, he mewed, "Sure, go ahead!"

Bandit purred in amusement at the antics of the 'nip influenced cats around him, particularily the cat that kept demanding the wall move. His purring only grew louder as he thought about Peter Cat, and he wished he could tell a funny story, but he was more the adventure storyteller type.

"Wow, you're pretty good," he said, impressed, as Pendulum balanced on his hind paws. "I wanna try again."

Having worked at it a bit, the Elite trainee managed to get on his hind paws, balanced somewhat precariously. Wanting to push the boundaries a bit, he began to hop, tiny things at first, before they grew into half-foot high jumps. Finally, in a leap that almost reached a foot, he came crashing down in an inglorious heap.

"Oomph..." He gathered himself up, the bit of catnip he'd had making him relax, and mewed, "Wish I could do a bit better than that."

Bonstie's Name/Number:Raygaar, #5

Personality: Bold and agressive, he has a "bite first, ask questions later" mentality. Fierce and inclined to be argumentative, this cat has a tendancy to be reckless, though he isn't stupid. Domineering towards cat that are "lower" than him, he is casually respectful of those with higher positions, and he's never afraid to say what's on his mind or go a different way. When beaten, Raygaar has a bad habit of sulking around before getting back to his usual self, and he'll do almost anything to regain his pride. A bit of a bully, Raygaar nonetheless never goes far enough to actually severely injure or humiliate another cat.

Have You Read the Undercity Setting and Rules?: A couple times.

How Active Are You?: Usually on at least once a day, though occasionally homework or sports makes me miss three or four.

RP Sample: Raygaar listened to the murmur of nearby cats, his jaw fixed in an irritated snarl no-one could see. Even though he was a bonstie, he yearned to go out and do something, but with his mother it was always, "Do this, do that, don't go near the sewer!" It just went on and on and on.

Feeling with his whiskers, Raygaar moved forward until he found one of his siblings, by touch more than even sound. Fur prickling in anticipation, he asked, "Wanna play?" and leapt before recieving an answer.

They scuffled for several moments, until his sibling cried out for Raygaar to stop biting his tail, and the bonstie relented and let go. "Hah!" he crowed. "I beat you again!"

Username: Day Star

Cat name: Insomnia

Age: 7 years, five moons

Gender: Male

Personality: Stern and impatient, Insomnia occasionally comes off as a brusque commander, speaking when necessary, punishing as he sees fit, but always being in control. He is very respectful to those in authority, and casually accepting of cats close to his rank. To those members that are significantly loyal, though, he is brisk, demanding and a little bit harsh. Willing to argue a point, if his leader(s) stand firm on an issue, he'll back down and say no more about it. Very slow to get truly angry, he is a terror when enraged, calming down only when the object of his anger is gone, or his leaders order it very firmly. He has a bit of a soft spot for the Diseases.

Description: Quite long and large, Insomnia has a muscular, broad shouldered frame, coupled with a rather flat face and large ears. His thick fur is a very dark grey, with black smudges hardly noticeable along his spine and tail. Insomnia's tail is long and bushy, and curls oddly because of a badly healed break. He has several scars on his neck, shoulders and flank, and a particularily nasty one on his right forepaw.

History: Born to an alleycat mother, Insomnia has wandered the streets all his relatively long life. Of his two brothers and one sister, he was the only one to survive a dog raid on their pathetic, thrown away box at the age of seven moons, and that was only because the dog was partially blind and didn't notice his escape. Such was his terror that he ran for a long time before stopping, and since then, Insomnia has never been able to find his mother, or the place he was born. While he grew, Insomnia tended to hide in the shadows, rarely bickering for the better scraps, until he had reached his full size.

And it was an impressive enough size to earn him respect, especially after several cat fights, which he won. When he was three years old, a medium size dog took a chunk out of his front leg (he still has the scar), but was sent howling by a nastly bite from Insomnia's friend. That same friend was killed two years later in a fight for territory, and upset, Insomnia left the group. He's been wandering ever since, and has heard rumors of a trio looking for strong cats to join their group. Interested, Insomnia is looking for them now.

Other: Would like to be a Toxic, though I'm not sure if we're supposed to ask? And his name is Insomnia because, surprise surprise, he has a tendancy to wander around at night.

Bandit flew past Brae with much more resignation than surprise. He hadn't expected the rush to work, but what else was there to do? The trainee, never the most creative at the best of times, wasn't good at thinking up battle tactics. His skill was employing those tactics quite skillfully, once he'd been shown how.

His paws skidded painfully on the ground as he tried to stop his headlong rush. He couldn't seem to stop his forward momentum, and by the time he did, Bandit was disoriented and confused, his paws stinging too much to try an immediate whirl to face Brae.