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    owl



    name;; owl
    gender;; male
    clan;; scarclan [ tribe of freezing comets ]
    rank;; member


    appearance;; longhaired cream sable tom with blue eyes


    personality;; to be roleplayed out more


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    shadow of fading daylight [shadow


    name;; shadow of fading daylight [shadow]
    gender;; male
    clan;; scarclan [ tribe of freezing comets ]
    rank;; member, former deputy


    appearance;; chocolate tabby with amber eyes


    personality;; extremely competitive; and always is a "try-hard". he has good leadership skills, however.


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    I would actually prefer if they wouldn't become another group, because when I've had to create my own groups in the past, I found that it's somewhat difficult to keep them active and that most of them die down after awhile. I think it would be easier and more convenient if the three of them just started their own lives together as their small group of three, though that could just be my opinion. xD. Their new lands could be called the Shadowlands, though.


    For Summerpaw's mate, perhaps we could have a love triange sort of thing. Like, either Miragepaw or Delusionpaw likes her, but she likes the other one.

    Eternitypaw bounced up, eyes shining. "Let's go now, then," she called excitedly, padding off a few paces towards the fields where she had practiced hunting with her mentor. The fields were usually full of prey, but the downside was that a lot of cats knew about the abundance of prey and the place was usually somewhat crowded for a hunting area. But if they got there early, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.

    Fablestory narrowed her eyes at Velocitypaw slightly, trying to figure out the apprentice's expression. Was he joking? But, examining him carefully the way that she was, she was hit with the realization that no, he wasn't. The chocolate tabby tom was actually serious about what he said; the sudden change of look on his face said it all.


    If she had been truly honest with herself, she had been expecting him to say something totally ridiculous, like 'Oh, I was scenting for prey in that ever-so-still position, or even worse, 'I was watching the clouds move along the horizon.' That was the kind of negative view that she had on the apprentices of WindClan, after all. But the truth hit her like a wave, throwing her for a loop suddenly.


    Her mind scrambled for something to say; the pause had already been long enough. "That's.. interesting," she managed, before scolding herself inwardly for how unsure she sounded.


    "Well, to be honest, I'm glad that you're sitting quietly like that. Nothing more irritating that a jumpy apprentice." The last sentence was muttered hurriedly under her breath, as if she almost didn't want the tom to hear it.


    "And do you spend all of your days out here practicing your sitting skills rather than your normal apprentice skills?"

    As Shadow turned the corner, his hope was beginning to disappear again. He hadn't seen Azami in quite awhile; who was to say that he would all of the sudden find her now? He heaved a sigh, debating in his mind whether or not to merely turn around and begin his hunt alone, but the dominant side of it told him that it probably wouldn't hurt to take a peek.


    His amber eyes edged around the corner, taking in the camp, before settling on a very familiar looking she-cat. Azami! The tom's tail shot straight up and he raced over towards the other she-cat, a soft purr rising in his chest. Did he like Azami? Not in the way that mates would love each other, but he certainly cared for her quite a bit. She had been that cat that he'd found all those moons while out a patrol, asking to join the Clan, or the Tribe of Freezing Comets as it was called, at the time.


    "Azami!" he called, halting to a stop in front of her, his amber eyes shining. "How are you right now? I feel like I haven't seen you around here for so long."

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    nemesis~


    activity and muse -->>


    Activity;; 8/10
    Muse;; 9/10


    name-->>


    Endlessness


    gender-->>


    Female


    appearance-->>


    Look at Endlessness and the first thing you would notice is her significantly small size. Even among all the other kits, she still is underaverage in size. She is very light on her paws due to her size, and her legs are slender and graceful. To shorten it up a bit, she really has that 'feminine' look about her. Along with that, she also has long, cinnamon fur with softer patches of white spread out across his body in various places, including her chest, back, and tail-tip. Those patches of white contrast quite well against her cinnamon base, and really accentuate her beauty. Her eyes are a striking ice blue, flecking with lighter shards of green. When they catch in the sunlight, they throw off colors of light that seem to make that ice blue look deeper somehow.


    If one ever sees her around, they would notice that she seems to have a glow of confidence about her. Her chin is alway lifted, her eyes pointed straight ahead without looking at the ground. She never shows any signs of fear of subordination when speaking with her betters.


    persona-->>


    Shy. Timid. Quiet. Those three words would basically sum up everything about Endlessness. At least, from the outside, they would. Most of the time, this she-cat is always silent, much more of a listener rather than a speaker. She's all ears, and most cats would never assume that she had anything to say. Decisions are often made without her consent, and because of her shyness, she often lets other cats walk all over her. Endlessness can have opinions on happenings in the Clan, but she doesn't voice them most of the time for fear of angering others.


    But that's only on the outside, and is only a very shallow part of her personality. If you get to know her better, she is actually one of the more outgoing cats. She enjoys talking and conversing with others, and can actually be pretty humorous at times. However, it is rather difficult to get her to open up, and is not something that can be achieved easily. Endlessness believes that she already is known to be shy and quiet, and finds it hard to change herself because of it.


    plots-->>


    I don't have anything much right now, to be honest. I plan to roleplay out her personality and to really get to know her more, then perhaps find a mate for her in the future. I was thinking that she could always be tongue-tied around him and not be able to speak properly. It could become a whole confusion mess out of that, but they could eventually end up together. More will probably be thought up in roleplay.


    other-->> amour heights. xD

    Shadow's eyes glimmered with amusement at the she-cat's reaction. From the perspective of any other cat who had been watching, the two of them probably looked to be mouse-brained drama cats, but he truly was happy. "Funny, I was just about to go out on a hunt through the forest, you know, and I was going to go looking for you because of course I wouldn't be going alone, right? Then just as I started to look, you came about right there. Perfect timing." A broad grin spread across his face, which was rather rare for him.


    He stilled as she scented the air and listened to the rustle. As it faded away, he spoke again, this time in a quieter tone. "Anyways, if you're not too busy, could you come with me?"

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    Login; nemesis~
    Display; ✖nemesis


    codeword ; [trick question!]
    Watermelon! ^^


    activity ;
    8/10


    muse level ;
    9/10



    cat's name ;
    Tantasykit - Fantasypaw - Fantasydream


    cat's gender ;
    Female


    appearance ;
    How to describe our little Fantasykit? Well, the first thing you would notice about her if you saw her surely would be her size. This she-cat is very petite and has had other cats thinking her as younger than she actually was on occassions. She is also often thought of as skinny, but that truly isn't the case. There is no malnutrition or anything wrong with her, she just naturally came along into the world that way.


    Then comes the main part of her that everyone's always asking about. Fantasykit's base color fur is made up of a generally ashy gray. This gray isn't the solid type of gray, however. Instead, it's the type that's always changing, wavering slightly in certain spots. If one looked closely enough, they would notice that this ashy gray ranged from an almost snowy white to a darker, smoky color. The fur along her legs and tail then darken progressively into a dynamic brown color, contrasting well against her lighter gray fur and making her a tortie point. Her ears and the central part of her face are also affected by this change.


    Then her eyes. A pair of orbs of translucent ice-blue, flecked with bits of golden light make them up. If nothing else makes her stand out, then those certainly would.


    personality ;


    Ask anyone in the Clan besides her siblings what she's like, and they'll all tell you that she's shy. And in some sense, they're right, too. This tortie point is always quiet, one who hates arguments and loud noises. She fears to speak her opinions with anyone whom she doesn't know too well because she doesn't want arouse an argument. Because of this, decisions are often made without her consent, and other Clanmates of hers end up having the power to "control" her, in a sense.


    Unlike her father, Fantasykit outwardly does not take too big an interest in Clan politics. While she still attends Clan meetings, she never actively participates in them or speaks up. Don't get her wrong, she does have strong opinions about the happenings of the Clan. The problem is just that she can't voice them. The entire time during Clan meetings, she's beating herself inwardly for not having the guts to speak and going through "if I were leader.." scenarios in her mind.


    But note that the above is only what others see if they don't know her very well. Get her to open up, and you would know that she is quite different underneath. Fantasykit is actually quite playful with her siblings and parents, often cracking jokes of humor with them and challenging them to mock battles. The only thing is that nobody else but them really gets to see this side of her.


    plottage ;


    Not much at the moment, actually. I'm thinking of mainly roleplaying out her personality and really developing her in character, then I'm going to try to find some in character friends for her. I was thinking that perhaps she could cause trouble one day by escaping camp with some extremely adventerous friend of hers who persuaded her to do it.


    I may also save up for a special power for her someday, like the ability to speak all languages. xD.


    More would be thought of if I actually got her, of course. ^^


    other? ; Thanks for reading! :3

    Fablestory's tail flicked in irritation as he listened to Velocitypaw speak, though her annoyance wasn't directed at the apprentice this time. What? So now WindClan is not only increasing in population, but this extra population can no longer be managed properly with the mentoring system?


    Back in the old days things had been so much better. Wasn't the job of the leader to always make sure that all apprentices were provided with proper mentors? "At this rate, our next generation of warriors would end up as clueless kittens who hardly know a thing about hunting or fighting, the brown tabby thought indignantly to herself.


    She turned towards Velocitypaw once again, gazing at him squarely in the eyes. "What do you know?" she asked, her question sudden and abrupt. "About hunting and fighting, that is. Do you know anything? Did this... whatever his name was, Daringclaw, teach you anything?" From her tone, it made it sound as if she had asked him the question just to gain more information to shame the Clan. But actually, her motives were quite different.


    She was getting tired of these mentorless apprentices. It was like having an overflow of kits without a queen to nurse them. WindClan would be falling apart at the amount of competency that it had right now. Even though she disliked apprentices in general, this one didn't seem too bad if he could sit still properly. Maybe she could show him some basics of the basics if he needed it. She didn't have to show that she liked it, but it would make her feel better about the hopeless sitation WindClan was in.


    "And why didn't you ask Plasma or someone else for a mentor? I'm sure there's cats all over who are just looking for one."

    I can hunt just fine. My fighting... I can sort of fight. Fablestory cocked her head to the side, a calculating expression coming over onto her face. She had been an apprentice for long enough to know that when one said that they could sort of do something, it usually meant that they couldn't. Much as she hated to admit it, she had used that method of speaking when she was Velocitypaw's age, too. But while she did doubt the chocolate tabby's fighting skills, that part about his hunting sounded solid and certain.


    "You say you can hunt, yes? Do you ever practice, even when.." she searched her mind for the name that he had used for his mentor again, "Daringswipe isn't around?" She had to admit that if she were in his position, she probably wouldn't have done much other than fool around if her mentor had left.


    "And these fighting skills of yours. How good are they?" If she were honest with herself and using her normal way of speaking, she probably would have rephrased the last sentence into, How bad exactly are they?


    But for some strange reason that she couldn't fathom, she really wanted this tom to respond honestly. Surely speaking nicer to him would help with that.


    An idea was beginning to form in her mind - that she take him out on a quick patrol and see exactly what he could do. Perhaps they could even leave the territory into loner lands a little if it wasn't too late, and then she could teach him a few things. When anyone asked again, she could always say that her new apprentice was Velocitypaw.


    He wouldn't actually be her apprentice officially, but at least she would have a name that she could spout. Nobody really cared much about it, anyways. Then it would benefit this little apprentice, too. Perhaps he would actually be able to move on to a warrior.

    Eveningsky padded out of the undergrowth towards Crookedfrost, flashing a quick glance at his Clanmate as she openly challenged the rogue. Looking closely through at this new she-cat, he realized that she seemed to be in a very unhealthy condition. Her ribs were clearly showing through her pelt, signifying that she hadn't eaten properly for quite awhile, and her fur was matted and obviously unclean. "Do you need something, or are you looking to join?" he asked, his tone slightly more affable than Crookedfrost's had been. Even though she was a loner, she didn't look threatening to him in any way.

    I think Finn broke her wrist, so she'll be inactive for several weeks. :/ I actually think that that plot would be quite interesting. Summerpaw could fall in love with either Miragepaw or Delusionpaw, and the one left behind could find his own mate and the four of them could live together.


    I think it would be a good idea if a cougar family comes, but we would need someone to roleplay the cougars.

    Eternitypaw bounded up towards the two cats. She had been making periodic visits to the nursery in the recent days, finding that she was often able to make friends with kits better than apprentices. It sounded strange, but she just seemed to be able to relate to them more. Even though an apprentice playing with a mound of kits often looked strange to outsiders, she enjoyed doing it.


    "Hi, there!" the she-cat mewed, her tone bright and enthusiastic. "How goes the day for the two of you?"

    Eternitypaw flashed a quick smile at Eleemosynarykit. "I can see why," she teased, her voice light. "That is quite the complicated name that your parents came up for you. Eleemosynarykit. Even I have trouble pronouncing that one sometimes. I'll see you around later." The apprentice waved her tail in farewell as she stated that she had to leave, then turned back to the kit that had she had called Geniuskit.


    "Hi," she greeted again, dipping her head lightly. "So your name is Geniuskit, yes?" In all of her visits, she had never seen Geniuskit before. While it was possible that it had just been a stroke of bad luck, and the kit's parents had simply taken her out to explore the camp every single time she'd come in, it was more likely that she was just new. "I'm Eternitypaw. I don't think I've seen you around before."

    [ Ah, Eleemosynarykit again! ^^. Mind if I join in with Eternitypaw once more? ]


    Eternitypaw padded into the den, a bundle of moss in her jaws. She had just been out in the forest, collecting all of it as a part of her duties. The apprentice had been hoping that perhaps if she could be a helpful little she-cat, maybe she would be able to be promoted to the warrior stage earlier than usual. Even though it was difficult, that was one of her main goals at that point in life, and something that she really wanted to achieve. She stopped in one corner of the den, setting the green material down on the floor neatly in the shape of a nest.


    As she finished, she was about to pad out again when she spotted the shape of Eleemosynarykit curled up in the corner. The apprentice's eyes lit up almost immediately. "Eleemosynarykit!" she whispered, hoping that she would respond. There was the possibility that she was asleep, but she certainly hoped not. It would be nice to play with a few of the kits after a long day in the territory.

    Eternitypaw purred in amusement, eyes twinkling, until she caught the she-kit's yawn. "You can certainly go back to sleep if you want," she meowed. "I won't bother you if you want to." Eleemosynarykit seemed rather sleepy still, in her opinion.


    "Ole' Halftail certainly was in a bad mood earlier, though you need not go in right now to appease him. He was fine after I got him the juicest mouse from the fresh-kill pile. He's asleep now, but he'll probably be back with his complaints after he wakes up, so you can go and check in in on him then if you'd like," she meowed. While she didn't enjoy the elder's den nearly as much as the nursery, she still did go in there on occassions as a part of her duty as an apprentice. She didn't like it, necessarily, since who liked to get their paws full of mouse bile and ticks? But it was all to make a good impression on other cats.


    "Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to take a stroll around the camp? I just had some time off right now, so I was looking for someone to talk to. Or play with, if you're up to it." Her gaze was full of amusement as she waited for the she-kit's response.

    Eternitypaw breathed a sigh of relief as Eleemosynarykit promised to check on Halftail later. "Thank you," she meowed. "He likes you best, you know. He mentioned you before." It was no secret who the old elder liked best, and both of them knew it.


    Her thoughts broke away from the topic of elders as the she-kit spoke again. Wanna play a game? Eternitypaw's eyes brightened visibly and her tail shot straight up into the sky. That was exactly what she had been looking for. A playmate, even if it only was a kit. Perhaps she was too immature among the apprentices. Maybe that was the reason why she fit so much better among the kits, not that she wanted to be demoted to one all over again, of course. "Of course!" she mewed. "But let's go outside. There are kits sleeping in here, and I'm sure the queens won't be happy if we create a mess out of the nursery."


    The apprentice began to pad out of the den, glancing back once to see if Eleemosynarykit was following. Game ideas were running through her head. They could play with moss balls, or hide and seek, perhaps. She would go through the ideas with her and find one they both liked.

    Character Name: Sun that is Setting over the Horizon [Settingsun]


    Character Age: Fifteen moons


    Gender: Female


    Alliance: Tribe of Burning Eclipse [tobe]


    Rank: Full member / Warrior


    Appearance (6 or more sentences):


    What does this she-cat look like, you ask? I can tell you right now Settingsun is a very average looking she-cat, perhaps even under that, depending on what your standards of 'average' happen to be. Take as long as you want to look at her, and there's nothing there that would make her stand out in your mind. But fine, since you really insist upon it, I suppose that I can give you a more detailed description than that.


    The majority of Settingsun's fur is made up of a cloudy gray, stretching from the middle section of her body to her chest. This cloudy gray remains constant the whole way where it is visible; there are no variations of it dotted along. Then, starting from her legs and tail and moving downwards, a gradual transformation begins to take place. A darker brown takes over, swallowing the lighter gray underneath it and making this she-cat a chocolate lynx point. Unlike the gray, this brown that I'm referring to is not a solid brown but a rather striped one instead, with mild gradients of lighter and darker hues mixing together to form the pattern of fur that she has. Aside from this, much less prominent shades of brown make their way onto some parts of Settingsun's back, only barely noticeable and just lightly dotting it. The back of her ears and dish-center of her head were not exempted from this change either, and were also affected with strokes of brown. Her tail-tip is a fluffy white, and is the only spot on her which can be called such.


    Her eyes are an unchanging shallow blue color, which, to her great disappointment, spark no energy or life. Even when she's fired up in anger, they only give off the dull look.


    Oh, don't get me wrong that Settingsun wants to be pretty. She envies that beautiful calico she-cat in camp that all the toms admire. She wants to trade places with that pretty little brown tabby who always gets compliments about how cute she is. But the problem is, she can't. So to satisfy herself, she often spends more time than average grooming her fur. Because of this, her pelt is always in good condition and it's very obvious that she tries to be eye-appealing.


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):


    The one thing that she wants the most is to enjoy life to it's fullest. That is what she lives for, and is pretty much her motto in life. She would do anything she could if it meant extra fun and play for her, and because of that, she finds that she spends much more time slacking off with her duties than actually working and doing something productive for the Tribe. You know those games that all the kits really enjoy playing, like tag and toss-the-moss-ball? Yep, those games are games that actually still appeal to her. Of course, she still has some common sense and understands that cats in positions of power within her Tribe probably would not appreciate her wasting her time to do those meaningless play, but that's still what she enjoys doing, despite everything.


    Perhaps it may sound strange, but Settingsun always has a frustratingly positive outlook on everything. She doesn't put much weight on the political affairs of the Tribe, like the major battles that are going on, or the new high positioned holders. None of those matter to her. After all, she doesn't see herself participating in any battle in the near future (who would want to get their fur ripped out in such a violent setting, anyways?) and she has no wish to become a high positioned cat at all because of the responsibility that it requires. She's very impulsive with whatever she does, which makes her an unsuccessful hunter but surprisingly, a strong fighter. Despite all of the extra energy flowing through her, she is somehow able to channel all of that into her battle moves and use it as a strength to fuel herself.


    ---Likes (at least 3): Running, fun and games, hunting (even though she's not good at it)
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): Battles, chaos and disruption, politics
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Battle, generally kind and easygoing, very sociable and friendly
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): Hunting, cannot concentrate, too carefree and doesn't understand responsibility


    History (8 or more sentences):


    Settingsun has a history no different from most of her Clanmate's. She was born in the Tribe of Burning Eclipse and grew up there for all of her life. Her parents were extremely patient and understanding towards her, and they always were rather over-protective of her. She was coddled quite a bit and considered as spoiled by the rest of her Clanmates. As she grew up into the apprentice stage, she was then apprenticed to a tom known as Eon. Perhaps if he would have been assigned to a different mentor, she wouldn't be so scatter-minded now, but because Eon was an extremely easygoing mentor, it led things to where they are now.


    He taught her only the simple basics of what a full grown cat needed to know to survive, and allowed her to spend the rest of her free time out. Playing. Her experiences as an apprentice led her to believe that play was something that was totally acceptable, and that she didn't have to work.


    Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Not my first bio. :3


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