Posts by Tendrilwing

Blizzardpaw
male | 11 moons | trainee

The white tom listened carefully to his mentor, hanging onto every word. As he did so, he saw the move in his mind. The move made total sense. By jerking the injured leg out, a cat will instinctively try to catch themselves rather than fall. This would make the cat have to put weight on their favoured leg, which in turn, would make them unsteady and easy to knock down after that. Blizzardpaw nodded fervently to Blackhawk, letting him know that he understood. The tom was grateful that his mentor had chosen this move for him. Even though Blizzardpaw wasn’t the strongest, he considered himself to be pretty agile. The Favour Buckle was a move that required more quickness, precision, and tactic than brute force.

Jaypaw
male | 11 moons | sexton

Jaypaw swallowed the last bite of his meal, swiping his tongue over his maw to clean it. He took a moment to admire the camp and all of its activities before rising to his paws. The young tom thoroughly stretched out all of his limbs and his back as well. Lots of cats in the clan often thought that Jaypaw was a bit strange for wanting to be a sexton, but to him, there was nothing he would rather do. He didn’t really love the whole death part, but he did enjoy knowing that Starclan would always be a better place for suffering cats. Jaypaw also liked cheering up the cats in the clan. He liked knowing that if he could make a sad cat laugh, he had done something right.

Featherpaw
female | 11 moons | learner

Featherpaw snapped to attention when an unexpected paw prodded her side. Her fur grew warm with embarrassment. “Sorry, Interstellarscore! I didn’t realize that you were awake.” She said guiltily. The learner quickly straightened up as her mentor gave her instructions. “Yes, ma’am.” Featherpaw said when Interstellarscore finished, her eyes brightening. She couldn’t wait to begin! While she had been sleeping, the learner had been dreaming up all sorts of good ideas - at least she thought they were good ones. The tortoiseshell turned and dashed quickly over to the fresh kill pile where she snatched up a water shrew. She needed to eat quickly so that she could tell Interstellarscore her ideas that had been nagging at her. Featherpaw took her meal to just outside the den that she shared with Interstellarscore and began to eat, taking small but quick bites. As soon as the learner had finished, she hopped up, licked her lips, and headed deeper into the tree where their workplace was set up. Featherpaw loved all of Interstellarscore’s items. They were so… interesting. The she cat hadn’t even even her mentor’s entire collection yet. Featherpaw spotted the black and white coat of Interstellarscore and walked over to join the inventor. She had to practically bite her own tongue so that she didn’t start blabbering all her strange, new ideas to the other she cat. The tortie fidgeted slightly, waiting for either Interstellarscore to tell her something to do.

Morningleaf
female | 21 moons | nurse

Morningleaf gave a soft smile to the attendant. She could see that Shypaw became a bit awkward when the question arose from Amberstreak, but the nurse didn’t see why. Shypaw was coming along superbly in her opinion. The attendant was usually the first to check up on all of the nurses and kits, and she was great with the young ones. “That’s great, Shypaw!” She said to the attendant. The queen’s belly rumbled slightly. Morningleaf hated it when her clanmates brought her her meals in the nursery. She was perfectly capable of going to the fresh kill pile all by herself. The calico she cat rose to her paws, carefully stretching out her tight muscles from laying down for a while. “I am going to go grab something before Stonekit comes scrambling back in and demands playtime. Starclan knows when I’ll get a break from his neediness.” The nurse’s tone was light and playful as she spoke of her hyper son. Morningleaf rolled her eyes for emphasis before slipping out of the nursery. Even though it was raining, it was a rather nice day for Rainclan. The she cat took in a deep breath and padded over to the fresh kill pile. There wasn’t much left, but it had started to grow since a few warriors had gone out to hunt. Morningleaf decided on a smaller trout. It was Stonekit’s favorite fish. Besides, her kit really needed to start eating more fish so that his fur would help repel more water. The calico scooped up the prey in her jaws and trotted briskly over to settle underneath the shelter of a tree. Sitting down, the nurse dropped the trout at her paws. “Stonekit!” She called - not too terribly loud - to her kit.

Stonekit
male | 4 moons | kit

The tabby heard his mother’s call and perked his ears. After informing his clan that he would return soon, Stonekit hopped down off of his stump and scampered all the way over to his mother. “Mama, mama!” He exclaimed when he reached her, a gleam in his eyes. “Puddleclan beat Hazelclan!” The kit boasted proudly, sitting down at his mother’s side. “You did?” His mother replied with fake shock in her voice that was unknown to Stonekit. “Yeah, but it wasn’t the real Hazelclan.” The kit paused and took a bite of juicy trout. “They are too big and mean. This Hazelclan ran away because they were scared...” Stonekit continued to talk to his mother, relaying all the fascinating tales of Puddleclan as he continued to eat the fish.

Hey, guys. I am so, so, so, SO sorry for being inactive! I've been having exams/finals at my school this week and I've been studying really hard and been stressing about my Algebra exam, which is tomorrow. :z I think I should be able to post this weekend, or maybe Friday night. Again, I'm really sorry if I've held anybody up.

Blizzardpaw
male | 11 moons | trainee

Blizzardpaw nodded enthusiastically, excited to test out the new move. “I don’t have any questions, Blackhawk. I think I fully understand what to do.” He said, backing up a few paces. The white tom positioned himself in a battle stance, shoulders squared and slightly bending his legs. He locked eyes with Blackhawk, letting his mentor know that he was ready.

Jaypaw
male | 11 moons | sexton

Jaypaw was surprised to see Ashchain. Not many cats wandered out this way and fewer came here purposefully. The tom silently followed after his mentor, dodging Ashchain. Jaypaw sat in his usual place under the willow tree: a large, gnarled root that jutted out of the ground. He liked it in that spot; it allowed him to see beyond the cemetery and into the forest. Everything was routine. They go out early in the morning to check on the graves, sit there for a while - maybe do some upkeep there if something got moved during the rain, and then they’d head back. That was it. What was not in routine was Ashchain. Jaypaw understood that the other tom was still new to the clan, but he had come in and started to butt into his and Shellfeather’s duties and their routine. The other tom cat had come to join them under the willow tree. Nope. For some reason that really irked Jaypaw. Ashchain had also inquired about Shellfeather’s position. The young tom hopped up from his root, spun around, and gave Ashchain a hard stare with his pale green eyes. “She’s a caretaker.” He snapped, his fluffy tail swishing behind him. “I’m a sexton, and you have no business here.” Jaypaw’s words carried a bit more harshness than he intended, but he didn’t regret any of it. In his mind, it was true. Warriors hunted in the forest. There was no prey in the cemetery. Unless a warrior were grieving or visiting, they didn’t have any need to come out, and Ashchain didn’t appear to be doing either. The grey and white tom whirled smoothly around and stalked off to continue his duty of walking through the graves, his tail still swishing out of irritation.

Featherpaw
female | 11 moons | learner

Featherpaw’s shoulder’s relaxed, relieved that interstellarscore had indeed asked her about what she was thinking about. The she cat hopped over to her mentor’s side, careful to not interrupt her work, but close enough that she could be heard clearly. “So, I was thinking while I was out getting breakfast about how the rain keep making our fresh kill all soggy and muddy and gross after a bit. Well, I had this idea that we could get a free of the warriors to go down and collect a flat rock from down by the river and bring it back up to camp. That way, we could put fresh kill on top of it and we wouldn’t have to worry about it sinking into the mud anymore!” Featherpaw quickly realized that she had spoken rather quickly in her excitement. Oops. She thought to herself, slightly embarrassed that she had started rambling to her mentor.

Morningleaf
female | 21 moons | nurse

[She’s just taking a break and eating with Stonekit.]

Stonekit
male | 4 moons | kit

[Eating and telling his mom all of the "adventures" he’s had.]

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Name: Akari Hirota
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Species: Demon
Personality: Akari is a bold girl for her age, having grown up like she did. She is a very quick thinker, who is quite intelligent, and is never afraid to speak her mind. However, Akari doesn’t get attached very easily at all. She stays to herself a lot, and will only tolerate your company for a long period of time if she really takes a liking to you. The girl is young, but she is a little mischievous devil. What else would you expect? Akari also hates taking orders. She does her own thing a lot of the time, and will usually only listen to Julian. A fireball in human clothing, Akari has a big temper that can be set off by a lot. She also holds big time grudges, and she won’t stop going after that person until she has exacted justice.
History: Her mother named her after her late grandmother; her name meant “bright.” Oh, how far off they were. Akari never knew her father. He bolted as soon as he heard that he had gotten a woman pregnant. That’s where her mother suspected that she got her… “special” heritage from. She started showing signs as a young girl: being moody, having strange obsessions, and being intellectually ahead of her other class members. But not in a very good way. Akari’s mother spiraled when she was about six years old. One empty bottle on the counter. Another under the couch. One time, Akari found several underneath her mother’s bed sheets. Her mother got angry, depressed, and eventually violent. She came home some nights and beat her daughter. Her eight year old daughter. When Akari was twelve, she’d had enough. The first chance she got, she bolted. Ran away. Never looked back. A little while later, she befriended a fellow demon who asked her to call him “Yoki”. Yoki taught her both to control her powers, and herself. He became the closest thing to a father she’d ever had. Then, the hunters came one night. Yoki had always told her to stay off the streets because the good hunters somehow knew the demons just by watching them for a bit. But she really wanted to go see the parade. So Yoki took her. That night, hunters were prowling. One came after them and Yoki turned and shoved Akari away, telling her to run. And she did. Word of his death traveled to her a couple months later. Akari made a promise to never get close to another person again. She always seemed to destroy everything she loved.
Likes:
- Being in charge
- Solitude
- Being right
- Winning
- Exacting justice
Dislikes:
- Being forced to associate with others
- Being beaten
- Hunters
- Stuck-up people
- Annoying people
Skill/powers: Akari has a minor sense of the magic she possesses, but doesn’t know her full potential, nor how to achieve it. The magic she can control very well is shadow magic. She is skilled in bending the shadows to help in her stealth, but the magic has a deeper form. It’s a mental magic. She can invade people’s minds when they aren’t prepared and make them almost feel asleep, except they are fully awake. Akari warps the “reality” around that person and makes them hallucinate gruesome nightmares.

The second is a magic that she does not fully understand yet. She can heal sometimes, but it takes a lot of concentration for her. It also needs to be at night, as the moon aids in giving her the power she needs. However, it is much easier her to kill. All she has to do is whisper a few words over the wound and a venomous poison begins seeping through their bloodstream.

Aside from her magic, the only weapon Akari is skilled with is her trusty obsidian dagger that she keeps with her at all times.

Flaws: Akari isn’t as cold hearted and bloodthirsty as most demons, so it’s incredibly hard for her to physically kill someone with her dagger. To her, magic is different. It’s somehow easier. She can jab someone with her knife no problem, she just can’t finish them off with it. Another flaw she has is the fact that she prefers to be alone. This includes fighting alone. Even as a demon, the girl often finds trouble in fighting multiple assailants at once. A large flaw is that Akari is incredibly hard on herself. She feels responsible for almost everything that goes wrong if she was involved in any way.
Other: This rp seems to be full of absolutely crazy people... I love it.

After seeing Nico's interaction with Demari I can't wait lol

Akari
female | 14 years | demon

She sat on the park bench, her arms crossed over her chest. A victorious smile touched the corners of her lips. She had ditched again and hadn't been caught. School couldn't teach her anything she didn't already know, but apparently it was "mandatory" for her to go. Whatever... They couldn't make her. Akari blew a bubble with her gum and popped it before returning her attention back to the game she was playing by herself. She was trying to see how many shapes she could make out of the marbles she had. Her games kept her busy, sometimes for hours. She liked the marbles; there were so many things she could do with them. It was easier for her to do things by herself. No one to try to argue with her or try to tell her what to do. Even as the sun set, disappearing behind the rooftops, Akari sat alone on her bench. She didn’t have a home to go to since she’d run away from every foster family she’d been forced into. She wasn’t ever going back. Besides, life wasn’t horrible on the streets. She could get food from school if she needed to, or even from that nice baker down the street. The girl pulled the sleeves of her long-sleeved shirt down and started to slowly gather up her marbles.

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Name: Phantom
Gender: tom cat; he/him
Age: 29 moons
Sexuality: Asexual
Desired Rank: Undecided
Rank: Loner
Appearance: Phantom is a black tom cat with cold yellow eyes. He has a sleek pelt from the fish that he consumes on a daily basis and has toned muscles underneath from hours spent training and hunting. While he isn’t the quickest cat, Phantom counts on his strength and cunning intelligence to help him live through each day.
Personality: Phantom’s position definitely suits him; he’s a loner. ‘Being social’ is at the very bottom of his priority list with ‘survive’ at the very top. His whole life he’s had to fend for himself and only himself, not making him very much of a compassionate team player. He hates being touched by other lifeforms in any loving shape or form. This is mainly due to growing up a world where everything wanted to kill him. On top of that, the tom cat has severe trust issues and is extremely independent. Underneath that antisocial, tough exterior is a tom cat who is fiercely loyal once he finds someone to be loyal to. Phantom might one day be capable of love, but he must first be capable of trust.
Other: I went ahead and added a sexuality for each to clarify (;

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Name: Moon
Gender: she cat; she/her
Age: 11 moons
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Desired Rank: Council member
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Moon is a slim calico cat with thin fur and a long tail. She has the lengthened limbs of a runner, giving her extra speed and agility. Though her small size doesn’t do anything for her strength, she makes up for it with her quick thinking.
Personality: With her “pretty” eyes and “pretty” coat, Moon may seem like a sweet airhead, but in fact, she is not. Though she is kind and quite docile, Moon will be quick to turn on you if you dare give her a reason. The she cat is determined in her goal to help her clan but also realizes that she is young and can still have some fun. She likes being around her friends and her brother and thoroughly enjoys having others be proud of her.
Other: She is Storm’s sister

Name: Storm
Gender: Tom cat; he/him
Age: 11 moons
Sexuality: Demiheterosexual
Desired Rank: Warrior
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Storm is a solid dark grey tom cat with piercing green eyes. He has an average build other than the fact that he is very tall and like his sister, he has long limbs. The tom isn’t significantly fast or strong, but instead has a very sharp eye. He is also fantastic at climbing and can jump great distances.
Personality: Storm is very eager to learn and gain experience. He can’t wait to become a warrior for his clan and takes his training very seriously. Though he’s a bit more driven, he still loves to have fun with his fellow clanmates. Storm is also very respectful and disciplined to his superiors. But, he does have a very short temper. Sometimes, he can get carried away or feels that he needs to prove himself when it is unnecessary.
Other: He is Moon’s brother

[size=15pt] Moon [/size]
female | 11 moons | apprentice

She shifted in her sleep, feeling a slight breeze ruffle her fur. Slowly, the she cat blinked her eyes open. The familiar heat of her brother’s body in the nest next to her was missing. Moon flicked her ear in slight annoyance; she was having such a nice dream. Climbing out of her nest of fronds and moss, she squeezed between the tree roots that covered their den, and stretched in the soft rays of the morning sun. With her muscles loosened up, the calico made her way over to the fresh kill pile. There wasn’t much, just the leftovers from the other day, but she needed to eat if she planned to train today. Moon selected a skinny vole from the bottom of the pile before padding off to a patch of nearby grass to enjoy her meal.

[size=15pt] Storm [/size]
male | 11 moons | apprentice

Storm’s green eyes scanned the camp. He swallowed his last bite of shrew and extended his front legs, stretching out his shoulders and his back. The morning patrol had already left and his mentor was not yet in site. With a deep sigh, he sat up and waited for something to do, enjoying the warm sunlight in the meantime.

[size=15pt] Phantom [/size]
male | 29 moons | loner

The tom cat crept among shadows, his paws silently touching the ground as he slithered forward. His two golden eyes were locked on the mouse who had decided to come out of his hole. He had been waiting for that. Phantom continued watching his prey until he was almost upon it. Then he sprang. Claws outstretched, he scooped up the small creature and tossed it up in the air. Tipping his head back, he watched the creature fall into his awaiting jaws. Phantom was a bit disheartened as he felt how scrawny the mouse was. But any food was better than no food. Of course he always had the river, but the taste of forest animals could not be replaced. With the creature dangling from his mouth, Phantom stood and slunk quietly back to his shelter.

1. Ooh, the new conflicting clan sounds great! It would add drama and an awesome plot!
2. No rush, but both of my babes need mentors. c:
3. And if possible, could Phantom be the "deputy" per say of the opposing clan? Because of his personality, I want him to have a higher position but he's not ready to lead everyone quite yet. xD

- voidrabbit :: Okay! Since I get a choice, I think Rachane would be a great match with Storm, if that's alright with you. c:

- @featheredlegs :: And if you're cool with it, I think Brielle would be the perfect mentor for little Moon.

[size=15pt] Moon [/size]
female | 11 moons | apprentice

Moon chewed her meal slowly and carefully, allowing her mind to wander as she ate. It was a nice day; the air didn't carry the horrible smell of toxicity that it usually did. Swallowing her last bite, the she cat decided to give herself a quick groom. She licked her paw and repeatedly drug it over her ear, taking care to make sure she thoroughly cleaned it before moving on to the next.

[size=15pt] Storm [/size]
male | 11 moons | apprentice

Seeing Nutmeg give him a nod, the tom returned the silent greeting. He gave a slight huff under his breath. Storm was itching to do something. He wasn't at all that hungry so he didn't feel the need to eat anything. The thought of going out for a quick hunt by himself crossed his mind. He could probably get out and back before his mentor returned… Storm quickly shook it off. That would be foolish. If Rachane came back to camp and he wasn't there he wouldn't want to get stuck cleaning the dens again as punishment.

[size=15pt] Phantom [/size]
male | 29 moons | loner

Phantom settled down in his makeshift den inside a large hollow log. It wasn't much: just decaying timber with a messy pile of moss and pine needles inside, but it was spacious and probably the only place he felt was his home. He didn't have a clan, or a family, or even a friend. But he had his log. The tom began to slowly devour his kill, savoring every tasty bite of the small morsel. It wasn't long before he was finished. Still not totally satisfied, Phantom licked his paws clean. He would fish later; the pure stream that ran for miles usually provided him with some sort of food. Shifting his weight around, the black cat burrowed his body deeper into his soft nest and allowed his body to be warmed by the sunlight shining through the hole in the log.

[size=15pt] Moon [/size]
female | 11 moons | apprentice

Moon froze mid-lick when the scent hit her tongue. Loners! And quite a few of them! The apprentice leaped to her feet, eyes trained on the thicket tunnel that acted as an entrance into camp. Much to her surprise, the first cat to enter was none other than Brielle. The she cat was followed by one, two, three, four loners! Moon’s hostility was replaced with bewilderment and confusion. Yes, the clan was small and looking for new members but four loners all at once? It didn't seem like a very good idea. That would be four more cats to train, along with all the apprentices that lacked mentors. As if sensing that the word “mentor” had been thought somewhere in the camp, Brielle called out Moon’s name. The calico quickly shook her head to clear it of thoughts of the loners. She lived hunting; she needed to focus. Moon obediently bounded over to her mentor, a smile on her face as she forced herself to not look at the newcomers.

[size=15pt] Moon [/size]
female | 11 moons | apprentice

Moon dashed off after her mentor, keeping a steady pace as they ran through the sparse forest. A smile spread across her face as she learned of their training. Though fishing wasn’t her strong suit, Moon was determined to sharpen her skills. Wait… What was that sound? Voices? Though she couldn’t see them anywhere, the she cat could make out the familiar voices of Timber and Rachane. But they didn’t go any closer. Instead, Brielle led her past them to a shallower part of the river where many fish lurked to enjoy the warmer waters. Moon looked to the side and watched the sun dance across the rippling current of the water. What a nice day it was indeed.

[size=15pt] Moon [/size]
female | 11 moons | apprentice

The calico took a seat a few cat-lengths away from her mentor and carefully positioned herself over the water. It was still morning so her shadow fell behind her. Moon raised her paw above the water, her eyes trained in the clear ripples. Then she saw it: a silvery trout wiggling steadily underneath the surface. She waited patiently for the fish to swim just a little bit closer… And struck. Her paw flashed down into the water. As soon as she made contact with scaled flesh, she hooked her claws into its side and flicked it up and out of the water. However, she had misjudged how slippery the fish was. Silver scales gleaming and water droplets flying, the trout sailed through the air before falling to the ground many tail lengths behind her. Moon hopped to her paws and dove at the fish, delivering a quick bite to the spine of the flopping creature. The she cat sat up, satisfaction sparkling in her eyes.

OMG MACIMAS IS SO CUTEEEEEEE!!! MUST. NOT. ADOP- Screw it, I'll take him!!

I think I like he/him and if Carlos ever decides to divorce science, I think the two of them would make an adorable couple!

Can Mac be a member of the Circle? I want Andre to have a friend. xD

[size=15pt] Moon [/size]
female | 11 moons | apprentice

A broad smile spread across Moon’s face as Brielle spoke. She let a light giggle escape her maw. “I would have helped, but it looked like you had it covered!” The she cat joked. As she turned to collect her catch, Moon saw her mentor suddenly stop. Figuring the sensed something, the apprentice straightened up and tasted the air; she detected the scents of the cats they had passed earlier. The wind must have carried their scents towards them. Whoever Rachane and Timber were talking to, they'd been having an awful long conversation. “Should we go check it out?” Moon inquired, padding over to stand next to her mentor.

[size=15pt] Macimas [/size]
male | 25 moons | circle member

Macimas lifted his head slowly from the nest he had built in one of the corners of the tall warehouse. He had come to love that little corner. It offered protection from the breeze and blocked some of the fall chills when he couldn't curl up next to a friend. Taking in a deep breath of the morning air, the tom cat rose to his paws and stepped out of his nest. Immediately, he felt the stone floor beneath his paws. But it felt nice; it was cooling to his pads. Mac had a brief stretch, letting his claws slide out, and then headed out of the shelter of the warehouse to the clearing outside. Where the grass had grown back, it was mostly green and soft underpaw. Letting out a deep sigh, the tom strode over to a smooth, flat rock to warm himself. Mac sat down and curled his thin tail over his paws, grateful for the heated surface of the stone underneath him.

[size=15pt] Moon [/size]
female | 11 moons | apprentice

Moon was both surprised and disappointed when Brielle told her to stay behind. She waited until she was certain her mentor was out of earshot before batting the fish she caught to the side. “I’m not an inexperienced apprentice anymore.” She grumbled crossly. “Why can’t I just go too?” Though the she cat was still agitated, she did as she was told and didn’t follow after Brielle… No matter how much she wanted to. I might as well hunt while I wait. Moon thought to herself. The calico quickly scraped a mound of pebbles and earth over their fish before searching along the bank for any signs of prey.

[size=15pt] Macimas [/size]
male | 25 moons | circle member

Mac heard the patter of paws coming from inside the warehouse. The tom craned his neck to the side to see what the noise was. He gave a light chuckle when he saw Alexandre pacing back and forth on the stone floor. Mac rose to his paws, a smile still on his face, and walked towards his friend. “Bored?” He asked him, eyes shining. “We can do something if you'd like.”

[size=15pt] Moon [/size]
female | 11 moons | apprentice

The she cat stood up with a slight hiss of annoyance as the water vole she had been stalking scurried back into its den at the sound of Brielle returning. Moon spun around, surprised that her mentor would return so soon. Certainly the interaction should have taken longer. She waited until Brielle started to drag her fish back to camp before she moved. The apprentice turned back around and picked up her own catch, holding it delicately in her jaws. Moon trailed slightly behind her mentor, occasionally shooting her a glance nonchalantly. They were supposed to go battle training soon, and she hoped that she would get a chance to blow off some steam.