Hello! You all can call me Thistle or Mint.
I'm 20; I'm a college student who's thinking of applying to veterinary school next year.
I'd love to hear any plots people have going on, too. It's a lot smoother to integrate into a role play that way.
I'd consider myself literate; I type three sentences a post and I don't make spelling errors. I'm always looking to improve. :)
So, that's a little about me. How about you all?
Hello! I'm super new. You all can call me Thistle.
RC was my favorite Clan in the books; so here I am. 
I'm looking for plots/connections/what-have-you for my first character. ^^
How are you all?
Oh, wow! It's nice to meet you guys. :)
I'm up for anything, really. ^^
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threads with torpedokit?
OMG your alias is Macaroon? I love having that in my usernames
I'm trying to make a new character, it'll probably be a kit. Do you want to have a thread with me?
It's nice to meet you too! :3
Oak-kit was relaxing, enjoying the air of leaf-fall. The four month old kitten looked old enough to wander on his own due to his size and his overall personality- he was a very intoned and serious tom.
He liked to watch his Clanmates, especially from a distance. The broad tom flicked his fluffy tail as an autumn breeze blew by his angular features.
The reddish-brown tabby swore that he heard pawsteps close by, so he got to his own paws to investigate.
"Hullo?"
He hated his own voice; it gave away his age. Oak-kit looked for the source of the noise, his ears swiveled to the side, his fern green eyes looking all over the place.
Oak-kit was in the nursery for once; a rarity for the tom. He had been wandering around for about a moon now, nosing around camp.
Despite being an overall somber and introverted cat, he figured he needed to become acquainted with his nurserymates. After all, they would be warriors together and he needed to know which ones he could trust.
The large ruddy-brown tabby kitten flicked his fluffy tail, looking for someone to talk with.
He had spotted a black and white kitten, who looked like they were pretty close to his age.
"Hullo," he meowed; his voice was still kit-like and squeaky. "Who're you?"
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sure, could you make it please?
I just made a tomkit in RiverClan.
I'm thinking about making another one in a different Clan, but I'm trying to decide what personality I want them to have. The tomkit is serious; so I'm debating making a complete goofball or some cat that's completely bonkers, almost like a comic relief character.
I'm really new, and I already have a RiverClan kitten; so I'd prefer somewhere other than RC.
So I'm essentially thinking of making kind of an airhead character; almost like a Forrest Gump type.
I'm still ironing out details, but they'll most likely be a free-to-make character.
I'd welcome any response! Thanks.
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TidalClan seems to be growing in popularity, and I have heard the TidalClan community is friendly and open. However, I have also heard there have been tendencies where TidalClan can be cliquey.
WindClan also seems to have an accepting community.
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Thanks! I'll definitely look into both of them. :)
Hello, WindClan! I'm new. You all can call me Thistle or Mint.
I'm thinking about making a comic relief character (almost like a Forrest Gump type) and a member suggested I check you all out. :)
How are you all? Would you all be interested in playing with that character if s/he was made?
Snowykit was not the sharpest claw on the paw. She was going about her day as normal until she saw Dove.
The mostly white fluffy she-kit bounded over to see the horse.
"You'se uh big kitty," the kitten exclaimed in awe, staring at the giant.
"Look at'cho! You'se got some... uh... wut dey called again? Clues... blues... snooze, bruise... Oh wight! Dey call dem shoes'zes. Where'd ya get shoes'zes?"
"N' how d'ya get yo' fur ta do 'dat thing," Snowykit asked, motioning with paws around her face to mimic the shape of the horse's mane.
"FO' STARCLAN'S SAKE LIL' LADY, AH WANT UH BIG BLACKBIRD, NOT NO RAVEN!"
The NPC apprentice stared at the fluffy tom, her face stuck in a rather incredulous expression.
"Uh, sir, I don't think you understand-
"DON'T LECTURE TA ME 'BOUT NO BIRDS! AH'VE BEEN HERE SINCE YO' GREAT GRANDMAMA LEARNT HOW TA WALK NOW N' AH SAW HER GET HER APPRENTICE NAME N' BACK DEN SHE WAS AN ODD DUCK N' AH KNOW WHAT DUCKS ARE N' AH KNOW WUT RAVENS ARE N' DON'T YA BE LECTURIN' TA ME 'BOUT NO BIRDS!"
The NPC, borderline appalled, simply shook her head and padded out of the elder's den.
Brown-nose huffed, the fluffy tom offended by her leaving.
"Now, who in de hell wanna give n' old cat uh real blackbird?"
The elderly seal point Snowshoe cat debated getting his own food; he'd know what to catch, unlike that scrap of fur kitten trying to sell him a raven as a big blackbird.
"You'se really big," the kitten commented absentmindedly, staring up at the horse.
"Can I grow up to be a horse?"
"'Dat's otay," the kitten meowed with a sunny look. "I can find sum shoes," the kitten meowed, as if that was the sole difference between the two.
"Ah'm Snowykit; others call me Snowy. Who is you?"
"Oh, hullo Frenchy, I heard you," he answered almost automatically, trying to reduce the boyish squeak in his voice.
He felt silly; he almost was sizing her up.
Oak-kit knew he was pretty big for a kit, and he was probably close to her size.
"So, uh, what're ya doing?"
"Who knows? It'll be up to Shadestar if she feels well, or up to Gunslinger and them if she's not."
He couldn't deny- it would be nice to have a younger warrior as a mentor. At least if he had a younger warrior for a mentor, they would understand how it was to be an apprentice.
"You're not old enough to use 'I'm too tired' as an excuse," he meowed with a rare smile and chuckle, air quoting the phrase.
Brown-nose was already in a shorter mood, grumbling about a previous grievance with an NPC apprentice and birds. The elder huffed and kept trudging on with his white paws.
The fluffy seal point Snowshoe cat was going about his day when something glowing green was distracting his peripheral vision.
"Wut in de hell," he murmured, looking at the kitten.
"'Dem stars be tryin' my patience, 'dey sho' do. Wut is they doin' up dere, throwin' parts together?"
"Boy, wut in de hell is wrong wit'cho?"
Oak-kit snorted, and continued the joke, fluffing his ruddy-brown tabby fur up and trying out his best elder voice.
"Git on ya! When Ah wus yo' age, we had ta kill bears ta be warriors!"
