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    Name:
    Sandtide
    Age:
    23 Months Old
    Gender:
    Female
    Rank:
    Warrior
    Looks:
    Sandtide is a large, rather slender she-cat. She doesn't eat much so you can see her ribs. She is actually very pretty, and would be even prettier if she packed on a little weight. Her sleek fur is colored a bright sandy brown color. She has black around her muzzle, and black ear tufts. Her ears are also black as well. The pretty she-cat has pale green-yellow eyes.
    Personality:
    Sandtide is rather shy when she's around her other clan mates. She is rather mysterious, and not a lot is known about her. She tends to avoid other cats because she has social anxiety. She gets really nervous and never talks to anyone. She is very pretty so she gets spoken to a lot, she has a beautiful accent which is exotic and African. She has several eccentric quirks that make her seem strange to some. She is very OCD about everything, and she needs everything to be perfect. When she had her kits there where originally three. She killed one of them so there would be an even number. She also needs other things to be even. She needs everything to be straight, and everything to be an even number. This is only one of her many quirks. There are too many to get into right now.
    Crush:
    None
    Mate:
    None
    Relatives:
    Stormkit ;; Deceased ;; Daughter
    Bluepaw ;; Deceased ;; Son
    Riveraw ;; Deceased ;; Son

    Activity:
    Anywhere from three to ten
    Other:
    Boulder


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    Name:
    Blazeshadow
    Age:
    26 Moons
    Gender:
    Male
    Rank:
    Deputy
    Looks:
    Blazeshadow is a ginormous tom. He has long lean muscles, and is very slender. He has long legs, and a thin frame that is hugged tightly by smooth, sleek dark russet red fur. His pelt is marked with rings of white. He also has white on his muzzle. His paws are all grey. He has deep dark, honey amber colored eyes that don't really display emotion. He has sharp claws, and thirty, razor sharp bloodstained ivories. He is a massive cat, he defiantly larger then most of the cats that roam the forest today. He is what is called an Asian Golden Cat. The Asian Golden Cat is one of the most unstudied species from Tropical Asia. Blazeshadow is a rare and lucky sight in the clan considering his breed is going extinct. This massive cat has an open scar on his left flank.
    Personality:
    Silent and brooding are the only words that his clan mates would be able to describe him as. Blazeshadow doesn't speak much to others. He doesn't tend to display much emotion either. He is often lost in thought, thus for he is often on his own. He stays away from the others and continues to remain very mysterious. He is rather terrifying. The silence the tom causes seems to almost scream. Who knew silence could be defining. Despite his disposition he is very loyal. He has never felt that he quite fits in the the clan though.
    Crush:
    None
    Mate:
    None
    Relatives:
    None
    Activity:
    Fairly active
    Other:
    Boulder



    Name:
    Wandersoul
    Age:
    22 Months Old
    Gender:
    Female
    Rank:
    Medicine Cat? If not then warrior.
    Looks:
    Sleek long fur, long legs, and lean muscles make up with highly active and able she-cat. She has dark sunken features that repel other cats. The nimble she-cat has exotic looking optics one of her iris's is colored a glassy sky blue, and the other is colored a pale orange-amber color. Her long silky fur is colored a bright white. It is untainted by any scars, or other possible markings besides her mangled back leg which is hard to miss. She is actually a rather pretty she-cat when you get past the distressed look that she consistently seems to wear on her face. She has a fine chiseled jaw, defined cheek bones, and broad shoulders. She has rather sharp claws that are abnormally long, and wickedly curved. Her strong jaw is full of thirty, razor sharp, bloodstained ivories. Due to the fact that she was once a kitty pet she has a worn leather collar around her neck which is colored a rusty orange-red.
    Personality:
    Intelligent is the first word that could be used to describe Wanderingsoul. She has an astounding understanding of the world around her. Her intelligence initially comes from being the pet of a scientist. She learned by observing her owners ways. Her intelligence blossomed as she grew, saving her from a fire that destroyed her former way of life, killing her owner and burning her home to the ground. Her intelligence also helped her survive on her own. Perceptive is another word that could describe Wanderingsoul. She knows almost everything about everyone in Desertclan. She watches others, and absorbs information about her surroundings. Her intelligence is a factor in this trait. Wanderingsoul is very aggressive, she has a short fuse, and explosive temper, and a long cooling off period. When she is angry she feeds of the fear of others. She'll use threats to get into other peoples head, and get what she wants when she gets angry. She has random mood swings on occasion and she gets mad for no reason at all. This she-cat is harsh when it comes to words, and action. She is unmerciful, and cruel when it comes to battle. She is ruthless and inconsiderate when she gets mad. Having an apprentice would not be that great for her. Loyalty doesn't seem like a trait that this young she-cat would have, but it is. She is loyal to no ends when it comes to those she loves, and those she trust. She would indeed lead the clan on to greatness if she where to ever become leader. Despite her fighting skills she still decided to follow the path of the medicine cat. Though she is very aggressive she is determined to become the best medicine cat this clan has ever had.
    Crush:
    Venomstar
    Mate:
    None
    Relatives:
    None
    Activity:
    Fairly Active
    Other:
    Boulder

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    Tracking[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Turning her attention towards Brackenkit the little she-cats hair waved. "She moved..." She said with a whimper.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    ok so we got attacked a prisoner broke out the deputy disappeared and got turned into a robot they got attacked by bears they lead out the first prophecy, and the second one is commencing.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Okie~[/fancypost][/fancypost]


    "Thanks." Mixeye murmured, smiling at the larger tom. She switched the two pieces of prey then.


    Blankstare looked over to his sister and smiled. He was glad she was making friends. He rose, stretching, before walking towards the camp entrance.


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    Blazeshadow smiled awkwardly at her, but it was a genuine smile. "You're welcome." He said taking the piece of prey.[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    *Waits around awkwardly for patrol*[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Shooting an irritated gaze at Brackenkit the little she-kit snapped at him, "Well go get them then!" Her voice came out louder then she intended. She realized suddenly how much attention she was drawing to herself, then ran to hide.


    Frostkit lay in the medicine cat den as he was not dismissed yet. The cuts over his eye had gotten infected and the infection was evidently spreading to his heart according to Flintflower. She was treating it and said that she wouldn't let it kill him. The infection had already made the little tom kit go blind in the other eye. Frostkit had a boiling hatred for his entire family now. He hated his mother, his father whom he barely knew, his two sisters, especially Palekit, and he hated Brackenkit worst of all.


    //I'm starting to like the turning evil for Frostkit... anyone?[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    Bored out of his mind, the large white apprentice approached a she-cat he had never associated with before, Duskpaw. He didn't even know her name. His tail flicked as he walked up to her. "Hullo." He greeted in his rusty voice. "Who are you?" He stared straight at the she-cat who seemed to hide frequently from the gaze of her mentor. [/fancypost][/fancypost]

    [shadow=aqua,left].:Wanderingpaw:.[/shadow]

    [align=center][shadow=aqua,left]Why Cat Is Helping[/shadow]
    Could he be part of the prophecy?
    [align=center][shadow=aqua,left]Personality[/shadow]
    Intelligent is the first word that could be used to describe Wanderingpaw. He has an astounding understanding of the world around him. His intelligence initially comes from being he pet of a scientist. He learned by observing his owners ways. His intelligence blossomed as he grew, saving him from a fire that destroyed his former way of life, killing his owner and burning his home to the ground. His intelligence also helped him survive on his own. Perceptive is another word that could describe Wanderingpaw. He knows almost everything about everyone in each of the clans. He watches others, and absorbs information about his surroundings. His intelligence is a factor in this trait. Wanderingpaw is very aggressive, he has a short fuse, and explosive temper, and a long cooling off period. When he is angry he feeds of the fear of others. He'll use threats to get into other peoples head, and get what he wants when he gets angry. He has random mood swings on occasion and he gets mad for no reason at all. The tom is harsh when it comes to words, and action. He is unmerciful, and cruel when it comes to battle. He is ruthless and inconsiderate when he gets mad. Having an apprentice would not be that great for him. Loyalty doesn't seem like a trait that this young tom would have, but it is. He is loyal to no ends when it comes to those he loves, and those he trust. He would indeed lead the clan on to greatness if he where to ever become leader.
    [align=center][shadow=aqua,left]Appearance[/shadow]
    Sleek long fur, long legs, and lean muscles make up with highly active and able tom. He has dark sunken features that repel other cats. The nimble tom has exotic looking optics one of his iris is colored a glassy sky blue, and the other is colored a pale orange-amber color. His long silky fur is colored a bright white. It is untainted by any scars, or other possible markings. He is actually a rather handsome tom when you get past the distressed look that he consistently seems to wear on his face. He has a fine chiseled jaw, defined cheek bones, and broad shoulders. He has rather sharp claws that are abnormally long, and wickedly curved. His strong jaw is full of thirty, razor sharp, bloodstained ivories. Due to the fact that he was once a kitty pet he has a worn leather collar around his neck which is colored a rusty orange-red.
    sorry I had too .-.
    [align=center][shadow=aqua,left]Strengths and Disability[/shadow]
    --Strengths
    ----Climbing
    ----Fighting
    ----Swimming
    ----Intelligent
    ----Knows a lot about everyone
    --Disability's
    ----Short temper
    ----Bipolar
    ----Socially awkward
    ----Can be really mean
    [align=center][shadow=aqua,left]History[/shadow]
    Wanderingpaw was born in a laboratory out in the middle of no where. He was raised by a scientist and picked up on a lot of information while he was there. Like usual, he watched, and absorbed whatever he could. When the lab burnt down his intelligence saved him from dying, and it also kept him alive while he was alone. A long while back before he died the strong young tom found his clan and he joined. He fell in love with a beautiful young she-cat who was killed. Wanting to die himself he got his mentor to do it. He was later discovered dead, killed by his mentor.
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    [font=georgia]Username:
    Well this is the subaccount that will be participating the username is
    Character Name/s:
    Sven
    Age:
    2 Months Old
    Gender:
    Male
    Rank:
    Child / Cub / Kit
    Species:
    Black Bear Cub
    Appearance/s:

    Sven is small bear cub, even for his age. He has short, stubby legs that slow him down, and make him trip a lot. His paws are the only things that are bigger then they should be. Slightly bigger then average for his small size, Sven has awkward, clumsy paws that contribute to the tripping. He has naturally short brown fur, and a little black tail. He has tan fur around his muzzle. His beady little eyes are colored brown. Sven has short, thorn sharp little claws, and tiny razor sharp fangs. Though he is still very young, he has already been injured, he has a mangled front paw that is currently in the process of healing. Though he will still be able to walk on it eventually it will always be weak. He always carries around a little snake-skinned pouch that he found, and keeps a bunch of collectibles in. Its mostly a bunch of shiny objects that make cool noises when they clink together. He found the pouch in a field on his little travels. The little bear usually wears a cute, toothy grin, or a curious expression. He usually has an eye patch over his left, but he wears it for no reason. It makes him feel special when people ask him about his eye.
    Personality:
    Sven is a very happy-go-lucky bear cub. He has a great sense of humor despite the fact that he is crippled for life. He can always find the good things in life. He likes sparkly things, and he likes to collect them. He keeps them all in a little pouch around his shoulder. He likes to talk, and that is what he does. He talks away, every night, and every day. He is quite the little chatter box, he always has stuff to say. Sven can be rather shy around other males, because he always gets a little bubbly feeling around them. He is very quiet around those who are much older then him. Sven is always eager to learn new things. The little bear cub absorbs information like a sponge. Along with being eager to learn, he is also eager to make friends. He is very excitable, and easily spooked.
    Kin:
    ---Mother ;; Lidia ;; Deceased
    ---Father ;; Dirk ;; Deceased
    ---Brothers ;; None
    ---Sisters ;; None
    ---Half-siblings ;; None
    Crush:
    None
    Mate:
    None
    Kit:
    None
    History:
    Sven has a rather boring history, in his opinion at least. He was born as an only cub to irresponsible parents, who where frankly too young to be parents. In efforts to protect their child, and keep him healthy, and happy they went out every day together to gather anything that made him pleased. They would gather whatever they found. The only objects that he has from his parents now is his eye patch, and a small silver bell. One day, when Sven was about three weeks old his parents where killed by a group of cats that lived close to their cave called Claganclan. He stayed in the cave until he was to hungry to stay there any longer. He ventured out on his own, and eventually he found the dead carcasses of his mother and father. He got what milk he could from his dead mother before moving on. When he got his paw stuck in a bear trap he was saved by an elderly cat named Clagan. He explored far and wide. When he was about two months old he found a place to settle down. That place was The Incan Empire, its camp and territory for some reason comfort the little bear cub. He doesn't have many friends there yet, but they have invited him in with open arms, which he appreciates greatly.
    Comments:
    You should add rules and such to the thread. Territory might be nice too, and a form for your characters? I will be filling out two more forms soon
    Questions:
    What is Wind's species? Its Gender? Can you tell me more about them?
    Other:
    Inca

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    [font=georgia]Username:
    Same as last time
    Character Name:
    Wander (The pictures I use all say Magepaw, because they're used for my sisters old character whom she gave to me, and I renamed him Wanderingpaw but couldn't change the pictures...)
    Age:
    14 Months Old
    Gender:
    Male
    Rank:
    Advisor
    Species:
    Domestic Feline
    Appearance:

    Sleek long fur, long legs, and lean muscles make up with highly active and able tom. He has dark sunken features that repel other cats. The nimble tom has exotic looking optics one of his iris is colored a glassy sky blue, and the other is colored a pale orange-amber color. His long silky fur is colored a bright white. It is untainted by any scars, or other possible markings. He is actually a rather handsome tom when you get past the distressed look that he consistently seems to wear on his face. He has a fine chiseled jaw, defined cheek bones, and broad shoulders. He has rather sharp claws that are abnormally long, and wickedly curved. His strong jaw is full of thirty, razor sharp, bloodstained ivories. Due to the fact that he was once a kitty pet he has a worn leather collar around his neck which is colored a rusty orange-red.
    Kin:
    ---Mother ;; Unknown
    ---Father ;; Unknown
    ---Sisters ;; None
    ---Brothers ;; None
    ---Half-siblings ;; Daedrapaw ;; Half-Sister ;; Deceased
    Crush:
    None
    Mate:
    None
    Kits:
    None
    History:
    Wander was born in a laboratory out in the middle of no where. He was raised by a scientist and picked up on a lot of information while he was there. Like usual, he watched, and absorbed whatever he could. When the lab burnt down his intelligence saved him from dying, and it also kept him alive while he was alone. Just recently the strong young tom found The Incan Empire and about a four months ago he joined.
    Personality:
    Intelligent is the first word that could be used to describe Wanderingpaw. He has an astounding understanding of the world around him. His intelligence initially comes from being he pet of a scientist. He learned by observing his owners ways. His intelligence blossomed as he grew, saving him from a fire that destroyed his former way of life, killing his owner and burning his home to the ground. His intelligence also helped him survive on his own. Perceptive is another word that could describe Wanderingpaw. He knows almost everything about everyone in the tribe. He watches others, and absorbs information about his surroundings. His intelligence is a factor in this trait. Wanderingpaw is very aggressive, he has a short fuse, and explosive temper, and a long cooling off period. When he is angry he feeds of the fear of others. He'll use threats to get into other peoples head, and get what he wants when he gets angry. He has random mood swings on occasion and he gets mad for no reason at all. The tom is harsh when it comes to words, and action. He is unmerciful, and cruel when it comes to battle. He is ruthless and inconsiderate when he gets mad. Having an apprentice would not be that great for him. Loyalty doesn't seem like a trait that this young tom would have, but it is. He is loyal to no ends when it comes to those he loves, and those he trust. He would indeed lead the clan on to greatness if he where to ever become leader.
    Comments:
    None
    Questions:
    None
    Other:
    Inca

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    Track! Can I reserve Riverclan deputy?[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    #Babysvenbear | #Svennyboy | #Sventhedominion
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    *Is confused* Okay so no I can't sign up for Riverclan Deputy?[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    #Babysvenbear | #Svennyboy | #Sventhedominion
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    Snow, is Deputy reserved for me, or someone else, or did Super get it? I'm so confused[/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    #Babysvenbear | #Svennyboy | #Sventhedominion
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    Alright awesome! Thanks![/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    #Babysvenbear | #Svennyboy | #Sventhedominion
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    Its ok :([/fancypost][/fancypost]

    Wanderingsoul


    Mage ;; Magepaw -- Wanderingpaw ;; Wanderingsoul


    Age:
    24 Months Old
    Gender:
    Male
    Clan:
    Riverclan
    Rank:
    Deputy
    What do you want me to call you?
    Svenny, Svenbear, or just Sven
    Family:
    ---Mother ;; Dianna ;; Deceased
    ---Father ;; Ralf ;; Missing
    ---Sisters ;; 2
    Pandorasbox ;; Riverclan Warrior
    Rosethorn ;; Deceased
    ---Brothers ;; 1
    Halfface ;; Riverclan Warrior
    ---Half-Siblings ;; 1
    Deathfang ;; Half-Sister ;; Shadowclan Warrior
    Appearance:
    Sleek long fur, long legs, and lean muscles make up with highly active and able tom. He has dark sunken features that repel other cats. The nimble tom has exotic looking optics one of his iris is colored a glassy sky blue, and the other is colored a pale orange-amber color. His long silky fur is colored a bright white. It is untainted by any scars, or other possible markings. He is actually a rather handsome tom when you get past the distressed look that he consistently seems to wear on his face. He has a fine chiseled jaw, defined cheek bones, and broad shoulders. He has rather sharp claws that are abnormally long, and wickedly curved. His strong jaw is full of thirty, razor sharp, bloodstained ivories. Due to the fact that he was once a kitty pet he has a worn leather collar around his neck which is colored a rusty orange-red.
    Personality:
    Intelligent is the first word that could be used to describe Wanderingsoul. He has an astounding understanding of the world around him. His intelligence initially comes from being he pet of a scientist. He learned by observing his owners ways. His intelligence blossomed as he grew, saving him from a fire that destroyed his former way of life, killing his owner and burning his home to the ground. His intelligence also helped him survive on his own. Perceptive is another word that could describe Wanderingsoul. He knows almost everything about everyone in the tribe. He watches others, and absorbs information about his surroundings. His intelligence is a factor in this trait. Wanderingsoul is very aggressive, he has a short fuse, and explosive temper, and a long cooling off period. When he is angry he feeds of the fear of others. He'll use threats to get into other peoples head, and get what he wants when he gets angry. He has random mood swings on occasion and he gets mad for no reason at all. The tom is harsh when it comes to words, and action. He is unmerciful, and cruel when it comes to battle. He is ruthless and inconsiderate when he gets mad. Having an apprentice would not be that great for him. Loyalty doesn't seem like a trait that this young tom would have, but it is. He is loyal to no ends when it comes to those he loves, and those he trust. He would indeed lead the clan on to greatness if he where to ever become leader.
    History:
    Wanderingsoul was born in a laboratory out in the middle of no where. He was raised by a scientist and picked up on a lot of information while he was there. Like usual, he watched, and absorbed whatever he could. When the lab burnt down his intelligence saved him from dying, and it also kept him alive while he was alone. A little wile ago the strong young tom found River and about a ten months ago he joined. He as striven to become deputy and as just recently accomplished his goal.
    Other:
    I had to add appearance and personality... I just don't feel like I can complete the form without them. Also I will be making his siblings forms later.

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    #Babysvenbear | #Svennyboy | #Sventhedominion
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    ooc. I'm kind of feeling the whole evil vibe from him... I want him to train in the dark forest >:3


    Frostkit tossed and turned restlessly in his nest. He heard coughing but it echoed and it was rather distant to the young kittens ears. His eyes opened just slightly, he got shakily to his little paws. His eyes where sunken, and bloodshot. He was very wobbily as he made his way towards the entrance of the medicine cat den, where the coughing had come from.


    Badkit hid in the nursery under a pile of moss. She was shaking and scared out of her mind. People had heard her talk. That was what scared her the most. Ever since the whole Tigerkit fiasco she had gotten even more shy.[/fancypost][/fancypost]