Posts by MunDane

( I'd love it if AdderTooth could mentor GIngerpaw! c: Thanks, and it's completely fine about the rp thread, I'm glad your taking time on it, and I really haven't been able to get on the past two days anyway x3

WinterDawn

A beautiful pair of drowzy cerulean eyes blinked open, then immediately slammed shut, a small she-cat letting loose a loud sneeze as a tuft of moss found refuge on her sensitive nose. Within a few more unconscious minutes, Winterdawn's eyes snapped wide open, the alluring she-cat sitting bolt-right up in the warriors den then giving an alarmed look around. She took in a sharp breath then proceeded to jump to her wobbly paws, hurriedly pushing past the entrance of the warriors den and out into the camp she proudly called her home. I slept in again! She thought to herself with a distressed sigh, flicking her beige ears as she let her tired gaze scan camp, settling on Darkstar as she realized he'd just organized a few patrols. Winterdawn gave a flick of her long tail, fair creme-point fur smooth except for a few tufts here-and-there. The lithe she-cat put her head down, cheeks hot with embarrassment as she watched the patrols begin to leave.

RabbitSpring

"Hurry up and bring some food back, ya lazy mousebrains!" The massive tom yowled after the patrol, dark blue eyes brewing with a wild look as he brought himself out of the Elder's den, fur unkempt to the highest degree. "I expect a Thrush!" RabbitSpring's cranky voice rang out in a thundering bass, patterned alabaster-and-tabby fur ruffling as she continued on under his breath, mumbling things about how the warriors these days needed more exercise, 'Were looking plump' (Which they weren't) The senile tom staggered forward to sit outside the den, physique straightening as he assumed a position of 'Magisterial Glory' His Scarred old face wrinkling in disdain as he watched the cats of his clan bustle about.

CagedAdventure

"RabbitSpring's verbally abusing everyone, just another morning in Swampclan." The dark tabby tom mused to himself, taut muscles rippling beneath his well-groomed fur as he stepped out into the morning sun. It took only a moment for CagedAdventure to cringe away as RabbitSpring turned his old attentions to him, raising his voice he began to lecture the young tom on etiquette. 'Better get out of this' Waving his slender tail, the handsome cat gave an amused reply, bright amber eyes glittering as he padded forward, moving away from the warrior's den with ease. The sun was bright, the morning scents wrapping themselves around CagedAdventure's tall frame as he stopped, eyes closing before he breathed in a whiff of the forest, calm irises landing on Darkstar expectantly.

( Whew sorry, been pretty busy lately ;-;

Ic~

"Thank you" Paintedsky took a small moment to let her gaze flit about the den, taking in the rare scene she'd only witnessed about once or twice before. The slender she-cat took a seat close to Falconstrike, casting a side-ways glance towards the tan tom as she realized she'd have to start. "Well...." She began, smiling slightly as she gained more confidence. "Do you remember the Clan-wide training sessions we used to have? The apprentices always gained so much, as well as the warriors." She stole a breath, gold-flecked eyes of light blue studying her leader "We were wondering if perhaps we might be able to could another, they always lifted everyone's spirits, and tied us closer as a clan." She stopped before offering a soft grin, the alabaster tufts atop her ginger ears shifting as she continued, amusement glittering in her gaze. "Softpaw's already bustling about informing everyone."

(-Flails- I'm sorry I've been gone so long! D: Things have been CRAZY with moving and school starting soon, could I get a recap possibly? I'm not about to let this thread die ; - ;

Screen Name (in plain letters):Skullkid
Cat's Name:Gingerpaw/Fall
Age:10 moons
Gender:Female
Rank:Apprentice
Appearance(written):Gingerpaw owns a fiery bright orange pelt-base, splashes of white twisting into the fur along her sides. all of her paws except for her left hind are alabaster, and there are unique milky cream freckles littering her chest fur and the area under her eyes. Faint cream stripes also run down her spine to the base of her tail, they then fade back to ginger at the end of her feathery tail. Faint crème stripes wrap around all of her paws, both ears and the very tips of her tail. Her body structure is lean, and her legs are long, gifting her with a natural born talen for sprinting. Her eyes are a bright green flecked with tiny bits of gold. The most unusual asset to her looks are the alabaster tufts atop her large ears, which curl up to successfully give her the look of a minute lynx.
Personality(optional): Impulsive, brash, and incredibly strong-willed, these are only a few of the words I could use to describe the outspoken She. GingerPaw loves nothing more than a good fight, and is always looking to impress and raise the expectations of her clanmates. Sarcastic and coy, this she-cat is always getting herself into trouble with her horrifyingly sharp-tongue. Though sometimes cats think she doesn't care, Gingerpaw always puts the clan before anything else, and is loyal. She would protect what she loves by any means necessary. she's fierce, and equipped will a strong sense of will-power and hope. One particularly bad attribute of her's is that she doesn't know when to speak, and not to speak, some might also call her incentive and dense. She's always challenging others, pitting her will and small bit of sense against there's, no matter who they are. GingerPaw may sound like just another bother, and yes, she's obnoxious, but she is also willing to throw her life down for anyone or anything worth protecting.

History(optional): N/A
Kin(optional): She’s the younger sister of HollyFrost, being born in a later littler.
Crush/Mate(optional): Will develop.
Other:

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Screen name: Skullkid
Cat's name: HollyFrost
Age: 21 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Appearance(Written): HollyFrost owns a soft tabby pelt that can only be described as a twisted mess of dark browns, light tans, and neutral blacks. She’s classically beautiful and has a sort of grace built into her long, slender physique. Her eyes match Gingerpaws almost to a point, only lacking in her younger sister’s gold flecks.
Personality: HollyFrost knows when a cat is lying, she can easily differ between what's right and whats wrong, and is an incredibly good judge of character. Though the she-cat may come across as head-strong and unusually outspoken, she almost always has something intelligent to say. Most days, She's carefree and happy, going about her daily warrior duties with jokes and witty comments. However, there are some days where she seems to be staring at nothing, eyes vacant and cold, these are the days when she fights and tries to tear the ears off anyone within a five mile radius. Though these days are few, they're a problem. On a different note, HollyFrost is one to make cats that laugh in a bad situation, and is always looking for the peaceful way, having a slight disdain for bloodshed. She’s practical and kind, and has a soft spot for naughty kits, who remind her of Gingerpaw.
History: N/A
Kin(Optional): Gingerpaw
Crush/mate: Will develope/Open
Other: :3
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Screen Name (in plain letters):Skullkid
Cat's Name:TwistedPattern
Age:25 moons
Gender:Male
Rank:Warrior
Appearance(written):Twistedpattern owns a pelt of mixed oranges, blacks, and whites. He resembles a calico, but his pelt is sort of off, giving him the look of a tortoishell-calico hybrid. He’s handsome in a scruffy sort of way, and is almost always smiling with alabaster teeth. His eyes are an extrodinary vibrant green, and some would say they look almost like neon lights.
Personality(optional):Where to begin with this cat? Twistedpattern is always laughing, making jokes, and stretching his limbs. He loves to fight, but doesn’t go around and outright challenge cats. The tom is almost always seen flirting, but never seems to take it more seriously than the subject he’s flirintg with. He’s kind of a brat in the way that he hates waking up early. He respects authority more than most cats, and is ready to defend his clan with his life. Surprisingly enough, the lean warrior loves the kits! And is always happy to play with them when they need. He's one of those types where you really don't know him, till, you KNOW him. Again, he's flirtatious and sarcastic with those who are familiar, but cold towards those who aren't, making it more difficult for him to get used to new faces and personalities. He usually can't deal with extremely upbeat cats, and if they speak to him in their cheery manner, he is likely to either storm off or tear their whiskers out.
History(optional):Twistedpattern had to watch both his parents be killed by a badger when he had just barely been apprenticed.
Kin(optional):N/a
Crush/Mate(optional): Open
Other: :3

(Whew! Thank you so much! ^^ Sorry, but I got this form up kind of late, don't know if you saw it c:

Ic~

Screen Name (in plain letters):Skullkid
Cat's Name:TwistedPattern
Age:25 moons
Gender:Male
Rank:Warrior
Appearance(written):Twistedpattern owns a pelt of mixed oranges, blacks, and whites. He resembles a calico, but his pelt is sort of off, giving him the look of a tortoishell-calico hybrid. He’s handsome in a scruffy sort of way, and is almost always smiling with alabaster teeth. His eyes are an extrodinary vibrant green, and some would say they look almost like neon lights.
Personality(optional):Where to begin with this cat? Twistedpattern is always laughing, making jokes, and stretching his limbs. He loves to fight, but doesn’t go around and outright challenge cats. The tom is almost always seen flirting, but never seems to take it more seriously than the subject he’s flirintg with. He’s kind of a brat in the way that he hates waking up early. He respects authority more than most cats, and is ready to defend his clan with his life. Surprisingly enough, the lean warrior loves the kits! And is always happy to play with them when they need. He's one of those types where you really don't know him, till, you KNOW him. Again, he's flirtatious and sarcastic with those who are familiar, but cold towards those who aren't, making it more difficult for him to get used to new faces and personalities. He usually can't deal with extremely upbeat cats, and if they speak to him in their cheery manner, he is likely to either storm off or tear their whiskers out.
History(optional):Twistedpattern had to watch both his parents be killed by a badger when he had just barely been apprenticed.
Kin(optional):N/a
Crush/Mate(optional): Open
Other: :3

(Hello! :3

Ic~

Eyelids opened to expose irises of bright green flecked with small bits of gold to a filtering yellow light, the owner of these optics audibly hissing as her conscious processed the fact that she'd been pushed and shoved the previous night to the outskirts of the space in the apprentice den. Gingerpaw braced her muscles against the heat of the sun, which was significantly closer now that her denmates had shoved her to the outskirts of the den that morning when they’d risen for their duties. Gingerpaw took a moment to silently curse every other living body within two feet of her relaxing physique. The young feline didn't particularly want to arise from her messy abode, knowing full well by the scents in the air that morning had once again arrived. The apprentice mumbled a few unintelligible sentences, pulling herself (With great difficulty) To a sitting position. The she-cat's ginger, alabaster freckled fur was a mess, some parts sticking up, some pieces pounded flat against her lithe body. Gingerpaw sat like that for a moment more, ears flicking in lazy motions, before her eyes suddenly snapped wide open. What time was it? She swiveled her head in every direction, hissing at the empty den before exploding out of the entrance. Her paws skidded over the earth and she nearly fell over herself getting out of the den, eyes nervously glancing in every direction. She’d slept in far too late, again. Her mentor would have her hide for this!

(If Sempler agrees, then sure! c: And thanks, I was sort of wondering about that too x3

(Alright, thanks so much! ^^

Ic~

Gingerpaw took a moment to look herself over, cursing again before giving her vibrant pelt a few swift licks. The young she-cat’s efforts to groom her incredibly unkempt fur only resulted in some of it being smooth and flat, while the other half was wild and crazed. She gave an exasperated sigh, briefly sweeping the clearing for her mentor. The disheveled apprentice ducked her head almost immediately, seeing Blackwave in the middle of camp. He probably won’t notice. She reassured herself, one of her ears swiveling back to lay flat against her cranium while the other stood straight. It’s not like I slept in that late. She gave a shake of her head before eyeing the fresh-kill pile, realizing she hadn't taken the time to eat breakfast either. The feline swept her tongue over her lips then made a quick glance back at her mentor, trying to discreetly shuffle her way over to the pile without being noticed.

(Whew sorry! Had to take care of some last-minute homework cx

Gingerpaw's fur, which she'd only just succeeded in getting some-what flat, suddenly bushed out again in surprise as Blackwave stepped up beside her, his sudden confrontation nearly scaring her to Starclan. "Blackwave! I umm, I didn't see you there!" The ginger she gasped in a strangled sort of half-squeak, gold flecked eyes sheepishly raising up to meet her Mentor's gaze as he spoke of the patrol. Her freckled chest gave a small heave as she slowly lowered her horrified heart rate. Then, as he padded around to the front of her, she let out a small sigh of relief. At least he wasn't making her scrape out the elders den, some other horrible task. "Alright, I'll finally be ready soon then."

She grinned up at Blackwave before giving slight roll of her eyes, nodding to his instructions then sidestepping him and hurrying over to the pile. She pulled out a small shrew and quickly downed it, wrinkling her nose at the weird sort of tang the meat carried. Thinking nothing of it, Gingerpaw finished her meal then proceeded to lifting htired limbs up, long legs carrying her back to the entrance to camp. Icestar and Mirrorheart seemed to be ready to leave, So Gingerpaw silently found her way over to Blackwave, creme-striped tail waving.

Gingerpaw glanced over at Icestar and MirrorHeart, whose noses were lifted to the air. Her leader and the warrior seemed alarmed and on edge as they conversed. The young apprentice glanced around her, studying the dead trees around with troubled eyes. She abruptly let her lids slide close, lifting her own sniffer to the air and letting her jaws gape wide. Almost immediately, a strange sort of foul scent flooded her scenses. She wrinkled her nose then let a small sneeze loose, gaze sliding past her surroundings to look at the cats the patrol. “Rouges?” The lithe she-cat eagerly inquired, the very word sending sparks of anticipation through her veins, igniting a fire in the depths of her curious green eyes.

(HollyFrost agrees, I'll be posting for her and Twistedpattern soon.

The she-cat stepped out from the bushes lining the scene with Shadow and Tiger, her electrifying green eyes studying the cats and current situation in a matter of seconds. HollyFrost dropped the vole she had previously caught on a hunting patrol, her ears flicking to pin against the back of her head. "Twistedpaw, Stormpaw!" The alluring tabby warrior lashed her tail then bounded forward, measuring both Tiger and Shadow as she came to stand beside the two apprentices. The Bracken-resembling twists in her short fur gleaming as the sun filtered in from patches in the trees above. Hollyfrost's gaze evened however as MirrorHeart exploded from the bushes, the rest of the patrol following in step. She was rather surprised, considering all the fuss that was brewing over the Loner and the Rouge. She huffed an exasperated sigh, positioning herself in front of the two apprentices in one short motion. "Who are you both, and what are you doing on Robinclan territory?"

Gingerpaw merely flicked an ear in reply to her mentor, casting a sidelong glance at him before launching herself forward, following the rest of the patrol with ease. As they arrived upon the scene, Gingerpaw skirted to a stop beside Mirrorheart, excitedly filling her view with the rogue and the loner. "Whoa" She breathed quietly, a cocky grin stretching over her maw. The she-cat's claws involuntarily unsheathed, and she couldn't help but move a pace forward, watching silently as HollyFrost emerged from the bushes also. Great. Her sister was here. The feline gave a disappointing huff, stepping backward one pace but never letting her gaze leave the unknown cats. Shadow was the dark tom's name. She cocked her head slightly to the side, padding forward again to stand dangerously close to Shadow and the rogue. They didn't look to dangerous, what was everyone so alarmed for?

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HollyFrost peered at Shadow as he spoke, hearing only half of what he responded with. Something about the tom......... She couldn't quite place it, but she felt as if she should know him. The warrior decided keeping silent for the moment was the best option, giving a slight nod of her head as Dawnwhisker spoke. But then Stormpaw piped up. "S-...." She started, testing the syllable on her tongue before speaking again, eyes widening in recognition. "Shadowpaw?"

The gold flecks in Gingerpaw's irises gleamed like melted gold as she braced the taut muscles beneath her bright russet fur, preparing to launch forward also with the attack. But then Icestar hit the ground. She swiftly re-calculated the situation, and though everything in her battle-ready body screamed for her to assist Blackwave and Mirrorheart, she had confidence they could handle it. The apprentice mad eup her mind before cannonballing forward towards Icestar, weaving past Tiger and the fight till she made it to her Leader's side. "Icestar!" The small apprentice huffed breathlessly, leaning down to offer support to him with her meager shoulder. He seemed to be having trouble breathing, having taken such a hard blow. Oblivious to any sort of danger, the young femme set her glaring eyes on Tiger, offering up a hiss of challenge as she issued what little support she could to Icestar.

Gingerpaw threw a sidelong glance towards Icestar as he got shakily to his paws, concern flashing in her gaze. . “What, and leave all the fighting to you guys?” The apprentice's tufted ears flattened against the top of her head, she looked as if she might disobey the orders for a few brief moments, only to resign with a curt jerk of her head. Icestar’s shoulder needed attending too. She watched as BlackWave quickly dispatched Tiger, feeling a twinge of envy at her mentor’s battle skills. The She-cat then turned her attention back to Icestar, who seemed to be favoring his shoulder. “Icestar? ” Gingerpaw inquired quietly, feathery tail lashing to-and-fro in an anxious sort of manner. “Do you think you can make it back to camp, or should I go inform the medicine cats? They might be able to offer better support here.” She reasoned, the alabaster freckles under her eyes smoothing as her facial expression calmed some-what.

Gingerpaw watched Blackwave stumble, blood pouring from wounds on one side of his face and muzzle. The apprentice immediately narrowed her eyes, determination lacing her worried gaze. "Alright, I'll be back soon." She reassured Icestar with a grin, gently pulling away before spinning on her heels. The she-cat bunched her muscles then shot forward without another moments delay, gaining speed the longer she ran. The forest flew by her in a blew as she wove her way over the dirt-sheathed earth. Faster! Gingerpaw coaxed herself on, refusing to slow down even a little till she sped down the pathway that led to the entrance to camp. The small form of a she-cat almost missed her eyes completely, "Cinderfall! We need you and DawnWhisker!" The ginger feline called to the Medicine cat, "Icestar's been hurt, it's his shoulder!" She skidded to a stop near the she-cat, spraying up leaves as she did so. "Blackwave and some cat named Shadow have some pretty serious cuts as well." She padded up to CinderFall, the alabaster tufts atop her russet ears waving in the breeze "Icestar sent me back to bring the medicine cats to the injured, rather than having them come all the way back. We need to get Dawnwhisker and leave immediately." The femme finished breathlessly, lungs heaving with the effort to breath by the time she had finished.

(What if King, Tiger, and Princess also brought a larger group of other random rouges as well? Just so that more of the clan and Rpers can take part in the battle c:

Gingerpaw merely tipped her head in return to CinderFall's words, troubled irises dancing anxiously. The image of Tiger flashed over and over again in her mind. Bloody claws.Claws long as the thorns she used to tumble into as a kit. BlackWave’s wounds. Icestar hitting the ground. The apprentice angrily grit her teeth together, slamming her eyes into a squinty sort of close. Her shoulders trembled as she stood there alone, an ominous breeze ripping through her alabaster-splashed fur. One might think the she-cat was scared. Scared? Hardly. Gingerpaw was excited. Right then and there, she decided something. Her claws would be the next to sink into Tiger's massive tabby frame. The young cat slid her eyes open, teeth working their way into her bottom lip. She still didn't understand exactly what danger was.

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HollyFrost's brilliant ember gaze, for once, was set in a blaze almost as violent as Gingerpaw's. The warrior was livid as an angry queen, lengthy striped tail lashing in jumbled rhythms. "He'll be back." The slender femme tested BlackWave's words on her tongue, nonexistent eyebrows drawing together in thought. The split obsidian tweaks weaving into the fur on Hollyfrost's haunches curved as she turned back around, padding gracefully forward to come to a stop near her clanmates and Leader. "Tiger, that was the massive brute's name....Correct?" She inquired, eyes settling into a look of disgusted thought. "He'll be back.... And He'll probably bring friends." The word friends pursed her lips like venom, and Hollyfrost had to struggle with keeping her black claws sheathed. "It would be suicide to attack a clan alone." The she-cat paused, glancing around at each of the cats before continuing, "I'm willing to keep watch tonight, anywhere is fine." Both of her large ears flicked forward, her gaze training BlackWave's wounds before quickly flitting on. "The medicine cats should be here soon also, Gingerpaws probably on her way back with them right now." She turned to reassure Icestar, studying his shoulder with worried eyes.

Screen Name (in plain letters):SkullKid

Cat's Name: Ridley

Age:15 moons

Gender:Female

Rank: None

Appearance(written): Slender and lean in physique, ridley has an Alabaster fur base with a few splashes of ruddy brown tabby patches. Her eyes are a muddy green, and her disheveled fur nearly always reeks with blood.

Personality(optional): Some would say she’s certifiably insane. It often seems like Ridley’s personality goes through traumatic cycles. One minute she’s happy, the next livid. Like a broken record, Ridley goes about her day most of the time with hysterical giggles and wobbly steps. She’s on a paramount level of evil, and does not know the meaning of the word Mercy. If you get in her way, expectt to be attacked by a giggling rogue with nothing but slaughter on her mind.

History(optional):Rid was born into a passive clan who never fought. She, without realizing exactly what she was doing, accidentally killed a fellow apprentice in battle training. She left the clan, then found King and his group.

Kin(optional): None

Crush/Mate(optional): None (She’s too unstable mind-wise.)
Other:I’m going to have Ridley die during the battle, if someone wants dibs on killing her (I know it sounds horrible! xD) They can have ithem.