Posts by MIKI SAKIRA K.

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Breed . maine-coon x persian x mix

Physical Diseases/Deformities . n/a

Eye Color . sharp green
Pelt Color . dark russet/cinnamon
Pelt Pattern . marbled tabby
Size/Build . huge/solid
Scars/Distinguishing Marks . across his left eye are three marks
Detailed Appearance .
dark russet tabby tom with green eyes; his left eye is scarred badly

Garnetstorm is a huge cat, standing a full inch over Aspenthorn, who is large as well, but Garnet has to go the extra mile and be extremely fluffy. His fur is long and prosperous. No matter how much thorns rip out, he still has enough to hide a bald patch. And his fur, close to his skin, is actually golden, but, if you follow a single hair away from his body, you can watch it go from golden, to soot-black. And that is where he gets his russet-black colour. His green eyes stand out on their own from his expressive face, which is lean and angled, to an extremely handsome degree. He weighs a slight resemblance to Aspenthorn, but then again, they're cousins, so it can't mean anything bad.

Garnetstorm is usually seen, though, on the ground, crouched with kits or young apprentices by his side, or clamboring over him, so his fur, on his legs, belly, and chest, are flattened slightly, tousled like a human man's hair would when he runs his hand through it. And his fur is never really all the way clean, dirt and small pockets of mud can be found on his legs and shoulders. Scars can be forgotten, and wounds are terrible to treat because of his fur.

After a fierce, and rather short, battle with Bravery, Garnetstorm received a wound that few thought possible. His pretty face is marred in a pretty bad way. His left eye can barely open, three scratches running diagonally toward his nose. It reaches from his ear's base to his nose tip, travelling over his muzzle. The scar is pinkish-white and no fur grows over it.

- update: january 12-15
The true gentle giant of the Clan, Garnetstorm is a maine-coon- persian- american-longhair mix and although he retains the coon's size and pelt, he has the longhair's gentle disposition, and the Persian's handsome features.

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Personality Type . The gentle giant

Habits . raising an eyebrow, flicking a paw in annoyance, freezing when scenting
Unusual Quirks . sleeping with his tongue tip out of his mouth, smiling with a snaggletooth

Phobias . thanatophobia
Fears . Bravery's return

Likes . kits, having his family be happy, protecting those weaker
Dislikes . Bravery, death of kits, death in general, not being able to protect at all

Mental Diseases/Disorders . ptsd

Brief Personality . Confidence radiates off of this tom, and his protective and loyal instincts have driven him to remain in his Clan.

Detailed Personality .
Very confident in himself and his rank, and extreme in everything he does, Garnetstorm is very friendly toward other cats and loyal to his Clan and family. He is very protective of his sisters, often shown in how he treats Lionroar and Solarpelt, two toms that have strict interest in his two littermates. He is a very fearful tom though and, when danger is near, will stick closer to his family more and more.

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Garnetstorm loves everyone in his Clan as if they were his real family, even though when danger does come, he distinguishes it quickly, even cranky and murderous tyrant Nightblaze. He is often seen in the RP to be crowded by the kits near the nursery, playing with them, or, as shown when Eris came to the Clan to drop off her daughter, acting as a barrier between those younger than him and a possible threat.

- update: january 12-15
The true gentle giant of the Clan, Garnetstorm is always fiercely loyal to his Clan, though moreso to those he considers family. He has never kept it a secret that, if push should come to shove, his first motive will be to protect his family. Although this may not seem to be the best trait for a Clan-borne warrior, he wasn't born in EclipseClan. Born in the forest miles from where the Clan was, he was a moon and a half old when he arrived at the camp with his mother, aunts, and sisters.

In battle, Garnetstorm is fierce and, like his brother, uses only brawn. His favourite techniques are rising up on his back paws, becoming even taller and larger, and using both of his front paws, which are huge and wickedly clawed, bring them down with crushing force on his enemy's head, neck, or shoulders.

History .
His mother was a pretty persian mix she-cat named Dapple, and his father was never given a name, but he was told he was a large grey tom with orange toes and thick fur, and a superiority complex to match his massive build. The tom of course stuck around for a little while before Dapple's younger sisters, Raven and Robin, appeared.

He was born as the strongest of the litter, and it was obviously that he would take his grandfather's great size. His youngest sibling was his brother, whom Raven named Bravery whenever Dapple decided to leave him unnamed, who was born with blackcough and sentenced to death by nature. It only took a couple days, but soon there were only three kits left to Dapple: Garnet, Blue, and Storm.

Growing up with a purely she-cat influence, Gar defied logic and took the role as tom of the family and would after tell his aunts what to do, and back up his mother. His first word was, "Listen."

When he was two months old, Dapple and Robin got into an argument and he noticed that Raven was nowhere to be seen, and then Dapple gathered her kits together and carried Storm while Robin took Blue. Garnet was told to follow between them and keep up and stay quiet. Soon, they reached the edge of a gorgeous forest, not the valley he had known all of his life, and Raven was waiting there with a patrol of strangers.

EclipseClan.

Behind the scenes, during his childhood and apprenticeship, ClawClan had become increasingly more dangerous and hostile, and he was caught up in many border skirmishes. His aunts and mother were renamed Dappledheart, Robinfire, and Ravenbeast.

He grew up there, and found himself falling in love with the idea of the Clan, of being respected and powerful enough to protect his mother and family. He was soon adopted by Lunastar and became close, inseparable friends with Phoenixblaze. His apprenticeship went quickly because even as a kit he was being taught in all ways of the warrior and crept up into being one of the best surprisingly quick. At twelve moons, he was named Garnetstorm and he sat vigil with his sisters, the quiet and stoic Stormbreak and the freshly-blind and beautiful Blueshadow.

And then ClawClan attacked and Ravenbeast was killed, assumingly by the huge white tom, Jawbone, who had been crouched over her at her death, his teeth in her throat. Robinfire, her twin, was crushed, and vowed to kill the tom who had murdered her sister, and Dappledheart comforted her while Garnetstorm and his sisters watched in silence as Cloudjump worked silently alongside her mentor, Jaysight.

A while later, the summer heat was unbearable and Garnetstorm went out on patrol with his aunt and mother, meeting Jawbone along the way. The tom was broken and sad, and begged them to care for Ravenbeast's legacies, two small bundles of fur named Aspen and Holly. They were the same age Garnet had been when he had moved into the Clan moons ago. Although Robinfire still wanted him dead, she couldn't kill her sister's kit's father in front of the kits. Dappledheart promised and took them to the camp, moments later a fire started up because of twolegs, of course, and the Clan was forced to move to the river bank.

Jawbone disappeared for five moons.

Garnetstorm was given Hollypaw to mentor when she was six moons old, and he felt proud of the she-cat as she slowly blossomed away from shy and friendly to outgoing and confident. He began to think of her as a sister instead of a cousin, and even though he knew she had a crush on him because of how chivalrous he was, he still teased her and pretended to ignore it until she found someone else to crush on.

When Hollypaw became Hollywhisper, Jawbone had once again shown up, and this time tainted with evil and with a group made up of rogues and ex-ClawClan members, threatening war and destruction on the Clan that mutilated his home.

But then Garnetstorm found June and fell in love. June was a pretty orange- and- white-tabby kittypet from a long ways along in the road and he was a young warrior and he thought he had found his true love. Of course, she was just wanting a tom to quench her thirst while she looked for her home and left him in the dust. Heartbroken, Garnetstorm heard two loners talking about a she-cat who could change memories at will. Asking them where he could find her, they replied that she only came to those who were patient. So he travelled to his valley on a hunch and right before he fell asleep in his old den, a badger's abandoned sett, he mewed, "Show me my memories." And when he woke up, he remembered nothing about her except her name.

Moons passed under this threat and Garnetstorm aged considerably, and grey hairs became evident on his maw and throat as he began to be pressured. Phoenixblaze and himself were put into being temporary deputies as their aging leader lost his deputy and was never given the time to call a new one. The Clan swelled and dwindled during the moons, and kits grew into apprentices, warriors, had kits of their own, as they waited for the Pirates to attack.

When they did, it in a big felling swoop, and the darkness shrouded them. Many were killed on both sides, the most tragic being Yinheart and Yangshadow (Eris). Of course, that couldn't be all. For the entire battle, Garnetstorm was tracking and stalking his brother. Yes, Bravery, who had been brought into the dead ranks of the Dark Forest as Thrushfeather's (one of the warriors of EclipseClan) father's second-in-command and adopted son. His cough was gone, it seemed, and he was just as big as Garnetstorm and was matched in everything his living brother excelled in, as if he had stalked and practiced everything he had.

After this, the Clan was forced to move because a new threat had popped up: rats in the old camp had multiplied past retrieval and were edging closer and closer to their new territory's border. When the elders were told they needed to move, Robinfire and Dappledheart simply shook their heads and mewed, "We're too old to uproot once more. We're going to fight for our Clan's home so it can be safe." And when the Clan left, the ones who remained in the riverside camp raced towards the old one on a suicide mission.

While journeying, it becomes evident that Garnetstorm had developed severe post-traumatic stress-disorder, and his memory broke completely one night and everything about June returned to him. Gladly enough, Cloudjump gave him herbs for what he claimed a headache and he soon decided it had been mere infatuation and he had no more life in him to love.

And then EclipseClan merged with the Glaring.

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Favorite Color . silver
Favorite Food . thrush
Favorite Time of Day . right before sunset, when the sky hasn't changed but the sun can only be seen between the trunks of the trees
Favorite Place . nursery
Favorite Season . spring

Best Memory . Either when he became a warrior or one of his hunting expeditions with Phoenixstar
Worse Memory . When Stombreak died

Motto . "I am a soldier, a warrior. But I will not die at the paws of my enemy."
Repeatedly Used Phrases . "Hey," and "How about we..."
Repeatedly Used Sayings . "Sure, and Blueshadow will see it."
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Relationship Status . closed and not searching
HP Relations . Lunastar, Phoenixstar
Mother . Dappledheart
Father . unknown grey tom with ginger toes
Brother(s) . Bravery
Sister(s) . Stormbreak, Blueshadow
Offspring . Vesuvius, Silentkit, Ashkit
Other Relatives . Wolvesbaine family tree
Boy/Girlfriend . -
Mate . -
Friends . Phoenixstar, Cloudjump, Blueshadow, Aspenthorn
Enemies . Bravery
Mentor . unknown
Apprentice(s) . Hollywhisper
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Adoption Thread . not adopted
Birthing Thread . birth wasn't roleplayed
Promotion Thread . n/a
Demotion Thread . hopefully n/a
Other Threads of Significance . -

Theme Song . "Thnks fr th Mmrs" by Fall Out Boy
Is this character based of off anyone? He wasn't initially, but slowly, he became what I wanted for myself: unopinionated, loving, generous, happy in just about everything, and overall just the one tom in the Clan everyone loved, no matter what.

Plots . He and Cloudjump have been attracted to each other for years, but their friendship has always been stronger. To settle their hearts, they will die curled up together, with the most important three words melting on their lips as they fall into StarClan.
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The little cub was just sitting on the border, unaware of his past or his future. He had heard of this Clan from the loners he had grown up with, and because he felt no loyalty towards them and he was curious, the gentle lion came here. "Uhm... Hi! My name is Future and I'd like to join."

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Future looked at Kanzaswinter, stunned at seeing another lion. "You're... you're like me!" Came the soft, shocked voice from the little creature of the savannah. He'd never seen one, obviously. He had lived with badgers and bugs, really, taken care of and then leaving them behind for a better life.

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Crouching beside Kanzas, simply unable to believe that there was actually another lion in the world, Futurekit peered at Arachnidkit with curiousity.

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The little lion fixed the she-cat with a large smile that, to his family, would be extremely familiar and recognizable. "Hi!" The little male would grow up to be a very friendly, bubbly, and outgoing individual with a taste for both cruelty and justice. His full name would one day be Futurebravery, and he would live up to the name.

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omg hi grim

the wind blew because blue had nothing to post

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The little lion cub crouched nearby, his heavy paws laid over each other with curiousity. He had come when the threat was just about over with and through, and though he didn't really understand what they were celebrating, he lashed his tail and wiggled his body a little bit with a broad smile across his maw.

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The little cub nodded to the horse, stunned at his sheer immensity, unaware of how big he would get himself. Looking to Wingspan and Discord, he smiled and mewed, "Thank you." When Bridalkit appeared, the lion cub realized that there would be some who were smaller than him, and immediately felt as if his size alone could protect the tiniest of creatures. This was actually Gar's influence, and the softer way Ture looked at the white kit was as if a tom of a hundred moons was looking down on her.

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The little lion cub trotted beside the NPC that carried Rhymescheme and looked around with curiousity rather than fear. He remained quiet, however, sure that no matter what happened he wouldn't be in any real trouble. Maybe it was Garnetstorm's proud courage, or his stubborn tenacity with which he held onto life, but Ture wasn't at all worried that he would be hurt in this mission. And so, he felt as if he was leading it in that childish way of his.

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The lion cub had stopped whenever he saw the destruction and when Rhy stopped, he looked back at her and mewed, "Humans did this?" He did not know this just yet, but in his previous life twolegs had been doing this very thing to his old Clan, forcing them to leave for good.

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The little cub plodded over in the strolling and lazy way akin to his previous life's way. He didn't understand the ways of the Clan just yet, but he had quite a bit of time to figure it all out. And what better way to learn than to watch?

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The little lion cub trotted over with a playful step. "Hi! Who're you?" He rumbled in a friendly tone.

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"What's a weekly task?" Futurekit mewed, his amber eyes wide with honest curiousity.

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The lion cub opened his heavily-lipped maw to answer Kenma as the others arrived and when he finally got his chance again, he mewed, "I'm Futurekit, though most call me Ture. Welcome to WindClan!" He added as he backed up and out of the crowd. He didn't know why, but being in the middle of stuff felt way too comfy for him, as if he was so into it he could step out of his own skin and leave the scene and his body would just keep going without him. It was too much for the little cub to handle so he took himself away from the situation a bit and thought about it, though he kept his emotions carefully hidden with the help of Garnetstorm's secret presence.

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The little cub padded over in the seemingly lazy but effortless plodding motion that all lions were accustomed to, and gave a bright smile, showing teeth that were sharp even for his tender age of five months. "I'm Futurekit, but you can call me Ture." He said it as he would 'future' but without the 'fu', like 'sure' but not, you know? The amber-eyed cub raised an eyebrow, turning his innocent smile of friendship into a somewhat smoldering smirk that somehow remained playful.

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Ture nodded, surprised that this didn't sound at all new to him. "Oh okay. I'll take one though!" Hopefully nothing too big, but nothing too small either.