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tunes · Dec 5th 2015

tunes · Dec 5th 2015

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batnose -
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and I often wonder how men spoke before they could speak

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Bright, pointed teeth grinning from the outskirts of the camp alerted anyone who cared to be observant of his presence. His dark-hued pelt masked his existence so long as he remained in the cool afternoon shadows, but as one paw after another found their way to the sun his previous cover was exposed. Not that he was hiding - lurking perhaps - until the clan's normal afternoon bustle of patrols began. Batnose blinked against the brilliant sun's rays as if they were claws being swung at his oculars, in a couple of heartbeats they had adjusted comfortably to the new lighting. He continued blinking his amber orbs until the figures he knew to be his clan-mates were not shaded forms, but bodies resonating hues such as black, brown, and orange. He edged towards the growing throng of bodies that also wished to get their day started, to help the clan. Once he reached where he considered close enough to be a valuable presence he stopped, loitering, waiting to hear his name called for a patrol.[/fancypost]

tunes · Dec 5th 2015

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batnose -
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and I often wonder how men spoke before they could speak

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Bright, pointed teeth grinning from the outskirts of the camp alerted anyone who cared to be observant of his presence. His dark-hued pelt masked his existence so long as he remained in the cool afternoon shadows, but as one paw after another found their way to the sun his previous cover was exposed. Not that he was hiding - lurking perhaps - until the clan's normal afternoon bustle of patrols began. Batnose blinked against the brilliant sun's rays as if they were claws being swung at his oculars, in a couple of heartbeats they had adjusted comfortably to the new lighting. He continued blinking his amber orbs until the figures he knew to be his clan-mates were not shaded forms, but bodies resonating hues such as black, brown, and orange. He edged towards the growing throng of bodies that also wished to get their day started, to help the clan. Once he reached where he considered close enough to be a valuable presence he stopped, loitering, waiting to hear his name called for a patrol.[/fancypost]

tunes · Dec 5th 2015

cloudthroat

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[size=9pt]KIT NAME »[/size] Cloudkit
[size=9pt]APPRENTICE NAME »[/size] Cloudpaw
[size=9pt]WARRIOR NAME »[/size] Cloudthroat
[size=9pt]CURRENT NAME »[/size] Cloudthroat
[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size] male
[size=9pt]AGE »[/size] forty-three moons
[size=9pt]CURRENT RANK »[/size] warrior
[size=9pt]DESIRED RANK »[/size] warrior
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[size=9pt]PELT COLOR »[/size] As his name suggests - Cloudthroat has a regal, alabaster coat of varying length. It is not a crisp, or glaringly bright white hue, but a softer, less-jarring one that seems to go hand-in-hand with his personality. In the moonlight his pelt appears to take on a faint, underlying glow of silver, or grey.
[size=9pt]EYE COLOR »[/size] Head-on there is no questioning the tom's dull, sky blues. However, if you catch him from the side the small, sharp green flecks of his oculars glint brilliantly making his eyes a bright pool that harbors both blue, and green.
[size=9pt]SCARS»[/size] The large tom has won many a battle, however, he has also earned himself several scars along the way although they seem to burry themselves under his thick fur over time. Cloudthroat's left ear is torn up quite a bit, but his most memorable battle wound is a nasty scar hooking along his right shoulder blade that still occasionally gives him grief when the seasons change.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size] Although commonly perceived as a serious, and stoic tom he doesn't lack seeing the world for all its good grace. He does tend to think on the logical side of things, however he has been known to also lean towards superstitious. Almost always walking on the line of caution he desires the power to hold complete control of the world he lives in, and is still learning how to cope with the fact that that is unfeasible.
Cloudthroat is a gentle feline, idealizing the emotions of others often before his own. He is also patient, and a strategic thinker. He is an avid problem-solver, enjoying the challenge that face him, whether they be big, or small, he finds a way to appreciate them. However, Cloudthroat's fuse is long, and hard to reach the end of, once you reach it he lashes out. He is an extremely bold tom, both physically, and verbally. The white tom is sensitive, much like his mother was, and takes things to heart - feeling the need to take things personally in order to drive them all the way. However, his decisions are not made lightly, and he isn't one to act impulsively. Cloudthroat is by all means extremely protective, and if someone acts against a loved one, he often steps in, sometimes even when it is unwanted by that loved one.
Nevertheless, the friendly tom is a strong grudge-holder who is unbudging when it comes to his final opinion of a person. If he doesn't like someone he won't hide it, not feeling the need to act fake, masking his true self which he recognizes as the road StarClan has rolled out for him. He often looks towards his ancestors for answers, and in more ways than one is quite traditional.
[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size] He enjoys long walks such as border patrols, hunting, and birds. Cloudthroat is especially fond of felines who can broaden his outlook, and make him think differently, or challenging his initial thought; as well as those who can appreciate a healthy conversation, but also the pleasure of silence that can be found in the comfortable presence of a close friend.
[size=9pt]DISLIKES »[/size] Masses of unfamiliar cats, the intense warmth that occasionally comes with green-leaf, and he has never been a fan of shrews. Cloudthroat also despises cats who are ignorant, or don't push themselves, and are arrogant.
[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size] He is a brawny tom who knows his way around a battle, is also an excellent strategist, and a logical thinker.
[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size] When it comes to climbing he is very uncoordinated, and bad at hiding lying, or hiding his opinions of others.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]HISTORY »[/size] Cloudthroat has lived in the comfort of StormClan's borders since birth, and always knew it was where he was supposed to be. For a long time he couldn't understand that cats could possibly come from anything outside the clan, or leave it to go onto something aside from StarClan. His parents raised him, and his sisters with strict standards, although they were very devoted to their kits, and loved them endlessly. Cloudthroat's family line is known to be bred from intelligent ancestors who commit to the Warrior Code, and their belief in StarClan in great seriousness.
All was going well for Cloudthroat, and his sisters; none of them could imagine anything going awry like it did. One day, the first day Cloudthroat went outside the camp with his father, they were going to play moss-ball without getting in the way of the elders who were redoing their nests in the clearing: that was his first memory of noticing something strange about his father. It was a slow, and an alarmingly disastrous disease that corrupted his father, and changing his family forever. Over a span of five moons his father's mental state, and strength deteriorated to the point of unrecognizable. He eventually died, perhaps for the best - to be put out of his misery, half way through his kits' apprenticeships. Cloudthroat grieved for Quailfeather along with his mother, and sisters for several moons, and quietly blaming the medicine cats for not being able to help his father. However, he would later regret blaming the medicine cats once he realized there was nothing they could have done.
He was eventually able to swallow his grief, and continue on the course of becoming a warrior under the mentorship of a wise senior warrior known as Appleface. She was a good friend of Cloudthroat's, and they would grow quite close over time. Just as things were beginning to return to normal hauntingly familiar quirks began to occur in his sister, Mintpaw. A half-moon away from their warrior ceremony, and the small gray and white she-cat began to deteriorate just like their father had. However, this time the onset was frighteningly quicker. Cloudthroat didn't have to deal with the horror of watching his sister die too, but he was faced with something potentially worse - Mintpaw completely disappeared two moons after Cloudthroat and Pearwhisker earned their warrior names. They searched for her, but her scent trail disappeared near the edge of their territory.
Cloudthroat, Pearwhisker, and Dewfrost began to heavily lean on each other in the moons to follow Mintpaw's disappearance; and Cloudthroat would go out at night twice a week to search past the clan's borders in search of his sister to no avail. It would take longer for them to recover, but they eventually did as all cats would die, and those they left had no option, but to keep moving under the careful watch of their ancestors.

[size=9pt]MOTHER »[/size] Dewfrost is his mother who has recently passed.
[size=9pt]FATHER »[/size] His father, Quailfeather, is deceased.
[size=9pt]BROTHERS AND SISTERS »[/size] He has two sisters: Mintpaw, who is deceased, and Pearwhisker.
[size=9pt]OTHER KIN »[/size] unspecified extended family
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]RELATIONSHIP STATUS »[/size] single
[size=9pt]CRUSH »[/size] undeveloped
[size=9pt]MATE »[/size] not applicable
[size=9pt]KITS »[/size] not applicable
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]FEARS »[/size] To face the disease that corrupted his sister, and father; not much else aside from that.
[size=9pt]DREAMS »[/size] He is a hopeful tom, and wants his sister, and he to live a long happy life. He would like a family, and love like his mother, and father had at some point.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]SCREEN NAME »[/size] asteri
[size=9pt]ACTIVITY »[/size] 6-7/10
[size=9pt]PLOT IDEAS »[/size] determining - will post in plotting thread soon!
[size=9pt]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE »[/size] not applicable
[size=9pt]OTHER »[/size] stormclan c:

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pearwhisker

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[size=9pt]KIT NAME »[/size] Pearkit
[size=9pt]APPRENTICE NAME »[/size] Pearpaw
[size=9pt]WARRIOR NAME »[/size] Pearwhisker
[size=9pt]CURRENT NAME »[/size] Pearwhisker
[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size] female
[size=9pt]AGE »[/size] forty-three moons
[size=9pt]CURRENT RANK »[/size] warrior
[size=9pt]DESIRED RANK »[/size] deputy
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[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]FEARS »[/size] answer
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[size=9pt]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE »[/size] high position only
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pearwhisker

tunes · Dec 6th 2015

cloudthroat

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: bold; font-size: 28pt; margin-bottom: -2px; letter-spacing: -4px; text-align: center; color: skyblue; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px white;]CLOUDTHROAT[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: bold; font-size: 14pt; margin-bottom: -5px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: skyblue;]✯ chasing all the things that are keeping us young ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][size=7pt]

[size=9pt]KIT NAME »[/size] Cloudkit
[size=9pt]APPRENTICE NAME »[/size] Cloudpaw
[size=9pt]WARRIOR NAME »[/size] Cloudthroat
[size=9pt]CURRENT NAME »[/size] Cloudthroat
[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size] male
[size=9pt]AGE »[/size] forty-three moons
[size=9pt]CURRENT RANK »[/size] warrior
[size=9pt]DESIRED RANK »[/size] warrior
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[size=9pt]PELT COLOR »[/size] As his name suggests - Cloudthroat has a regal, alabaster coat of varying length. It is not a crisp, or glaringly bright white hue, but a softer, less-jarring one that seems to go hand-in-hand with his personality. In the moonlight his pelt appears to take on a faint, underlying glow of silver, or grey.
[size=9pt]EYE COLOR »[/size] Head-on there is no questioning the tom's dull, sky blues. However, if you catch him from the side the small, sharp green flecks of his oculars glint brilliantly making his eyes a bright pool that harbors both blue, and green.
[size=9pt]SCARS»[/size] The large tom has won many a battle, however, he has also earned himself several scars along the way although they seem to burry themselves under his thick fur over time. Cloudthroat's left ear is torn up quite a bit, but his most memorable battle wound is a nasty scar hooking along his right shoulder blade that still occasionally gives him grief when the seasons change.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size] Although commonly perceived as a serious, and stoic tom he doesn't lack seeing the world for all its good grace. He does tend to think on the logical side of things, however he has been known to also lean towards superstitious. Almost always walking on the line of caution he desires the power to hold complete control of the world he lives in, and is still learning how to cope with the fact that that is unfeasible.
Cloudthroat is a gentle feline, idealizing the emotions of others often before his own. He is also patient, and a strategic thinker. He is an avid problem-solver, enjoying the challenge that face him, whether they be big, or small, he finds a way to appreciate them. However, Cloudthroat's fuse is long, and hard to reach the end of, once you reach it he lashes out. He is an extremely bold tom, both physically, and verbally. The white tom is sensitive, much like his mother was, and takes things to heart - feeling the need to take things personally in order to drive them all the way. However, his decisions are not made lightly, and he isn't one to act impulsively. Cloudthroat is by all means extremely protective, and if someone acts against a loved one, he often steps in, sometimes even when it is unwanted by that loved one.
Nevertheless, the friendly tom is a strong grudge-holder who is unbudging when it comes to his final opinion of a person. If he doesn't like someone he won't hide it, not feeling the need to act fake, masking his true self which he recognizes as the road StarClan has rolled out for him. He often looks towards his ancestors for answers, and in more ways than one is quite traditional.
[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size] He enjoys long walks such as border patrols, hunting, and birds. Cloudthroat is especially fond of felines who can broaden his outlook, and make him think differently, or challenging his initial thought; as well as those who can appreciate a healthy conversation, but also the pleasure of silence that can be found in the comfortable presence of a close friend.
[size=9pt]DISLIKES »[/size] Masses of unfamiliar cats, the intense warmth that occasionally comes with green-leaf, and he has never been a fan of shrews. Cloudthroat also despises cats who are ignorant, or don't push themselves, and are arrogant.
[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size] He is a brawny tom who knows his way around a battle, is also an excellent strategist, and a logical thinker.
[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size] When it comes to climbing he is very uncoordinated, and bad at hiding lying, or hiding his opinions of others.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]HISTORY »[/size] Cloudthroat has lived in the comfort of StormClan's borders since birth, and always knew it was where he was supposed to be. For a long time he couldn't understand that cats could possibly come from anything outside the clan, or leave it to go onto something aside from StarClan. His parents raised him, and his sisters with strict standards, although they were very devoted to their kits, and loved them endlessly. Cloudthroat's family line is known to be bred from intelligent ancestors who commit to the Warrior Code, and their belief in StarClan in great seriousness.
All was going well for Cloudthroat, and his sisters; none of them could imagine anything going awry like it did. One day, the first day Cloudthroat went outside the camp with his father, they were going to play moss-ball without getting in the way of the elders who were redoing their nests in the clearing: that was his first memory of noticing something strange about his father. It was a slow, and an alarmingly disastrous disease that corrupted his father, and changing his family forever. Over a span of five moons his father's mental state, and strength deteriorated to the point of unrecognizable. He eventually died, perhaps for the best - to be put out of his misery, half way through his kits' apprenticeships. Cloudthroat grieved for Quailfeather along with his mother, and sisters for several moons, and quietly blaming the medicine cats for not being able to help his father. However, he would later regret blaming the medicine cats once he realized there was nothing they could have done.
He was eventually able to swallow his grief, and continue on the course of becoming a warrior under the mentorship of a wise senior warrior known as Appleface. She was a good friend of Cloudthroat's, and they would grow quite close over time. Just as things were beginning to return to normal hauntingly familiar quirks began to occur in his sister, Mintpaw. A half-moon away from their warrior ceremony, and the small gray and white she-cat began to deteriorate just like their father had. However, this time the onset was frighteningly quicker. Cloudthroat didn't have to deal with the horror of watching his sister die too, but he was faced with something potentially worse - Mintpaw completely disappeared two moons after Cloudthroat and Pearwhisker earned their warrior names. They searched for her, but her scent trail disappeared near the edge of their territory.
Cloudthroat, Pearwhisker, and Dewfrost began to heavily lean on each other in the moons to follow Mintpaw's disappearance; and Cloudthroat would go out at night twice a week to search past the clan's borders in search of his sister to no avail. It would take longer for them to recover, but they eventually did as all cats would die, and those they left had no option, but to keep moving under the careful watch of their ancestors.

[size=9pt]MOTHER »[/size] Dewfrost is his mother who has recently passed.
[size=9pt]FATHER »[/size] His father, Quailfeather, is deceased.
[size=9pt]BROTHERS AND SISTERS »[/size] He has two sisters: Mintpaw, who is deceased, and Pearwhisker.
[size=9pt]OTHER KIN »[/size] unspecified extended family
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]RELATIONSHIP STATUS »[/size] single
[size=9pt]CRUSH »[/size] undeveloped
[size=9pt]MATE »[/size] not applicable
[size=9pt]KITS »[/size] not applicable
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]FEARS »[/size] To face the disease that corrupted his sister, and father; not much else aside from that.
[size=9pt]DREAMS »[/size] He is a hopeful tom, and wants his sister, and he to live a long happy life. He would like a family, and love like his mother, and father had at some point.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]SCREEN NAME »[/size] asteri
[size=9pt]ACTIVITY »[/size] 6-7/10
[size=9pt]PLOT IDEAS »[/size] determining - will post in plotting thread soon!
[size=9pt]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE »[/size] not applicable
[size=9pt]OTHER »[/size] stormclan c:

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pearwhisker

i must confess, i do envy the sinners ![/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px;][hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=lightblue][size=7pt][font=arial]

[size=9pt]KIT NAME »[/size] Pearkit
[size=9pt]APPRENTICE NAME »[/size] Pearpaw
[size=9pt]WARRIOR NAME »[/size] Pearwhisker
[size=9pt]CURRENT NAME »[/size] Pearwhisker
[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size] female
[size=9pt]AGE »[/size] forty-three moons
[size=9pt]CURRENT RANK »[/size] warrior
[size=9pt]DESIRED RANK »[/size] deputy
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[size=9pt]PELT COLOR »[/size] Her pelt is medium-length, sharing many of the same qualities as her brother's. Pearwhisker was named for her grayish - nearly purple-tinted - fur matched with an ivory muzzle, chest, and mane. This ivory hue can also be found, faintly, in tabby fashion across her face.
[size=9pt]EYE COLOR »[/size] She shares more of her father's genes when it comes to appearance, especially in her expressive face, and oculars. Pearwhisker's optics reveal quite a bit about her thoughts, and emotions, yet always tend to play sharply against others with their light green, amber-flecked ways.
[size=9pt]SCARS»[/size] Although, lean-muscled, and when a battle would appear to go in her favor, she misses the mark due to her lack of coordination that area of expertise. For someone with an aggressive attitude such as hers, she usually tries to avoid actual combat. She has earned many a good scar, even though they have buried themselves over time. Six troublesome scars remain on her underbelly where she was cornered, and attacked by a massive rogue as a young warrior in one of her first battles.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size] She who has regal features wears the look well: she is impressionable, and knows how to draw attention if not by her attitude, then by her actions. Pearwhisker was a bit naive as a kit, even as a young 'paw, however her bold actions proved that in time she would prove herself to be a skilled warrior.
She is incredibly ambitious, and driven in becoming one of the best warriors StormClan has ever seen. She is well equipped in battle, much like her brother, however she shares her mother's well balanced, and placed paws making her targets lethal if necessary. Pearwhisker enjoys her stony, and fiery cover. She is not as hard, and serious as her brother, though. She has a sharp, and strong sense of humor that occasionally comes off as rude, because it could be one's expense, or not well placed.
Pearwhisker has been known to live on the selfish side of things, but despite this she has a very loyal sense of self, and to her family and friends. She is impatient, and not always willing to agree with someone even if they have proven a valid point. Very argumentative, and stubborn she can be a thorn in someone's paw, but she loves it; and often goads it on more so just to annoy that person.
However, the she-cat isn't all that bad. She is very courageous, and extremely sensitive. Her feelings are rather delicate, and she takes things to heart, good or bad. Though she shares her brother's sense of fierce loyalty to the clan she is more willing to bend the rules for what she believes in, and at times has questioned StarClan course of action.
[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size] She is a fan of climbing, and getting to the very best view wherever it may be. She is a boaster, and will take on challenges simply to say she has achieved something others haven't. Pearwhisker's favorite food is a squirrel, and she loves a good competition. However, she also likes social events such as sharing-tongues in the evening, or gatherings.
[size=9pt]DISLIKES »[/size] She wouldn't admit to it, but she doesn't like being alone, or in the dark. She hates losings, especially to her biggest rivals, and to admit defeat, or to being wrong of something. She also hates getting wet, to be in water, or for it to fall from the sky, and soak her fur.
[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size] Pearwhisker is a very skilled climber, and in combat. Though she can easily chase prey through the trees, jumping from tree to tree, undergrowth can be difficult for her. She is good at making friends, and when it comes to making quick decisions she usually jump to conclusions quickly.
[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size] Her sensitivity is a major weakness for her, and she isn't the best at handling, hiding emotion. She also finds moving through undergrowth, or dense areas troubling. She can be a bit callous, but is trying to work on it.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]HISTORY »[/size] Ever since her birth alongside close litter-mates, Pearwhisker has thrive amongst the high standards her clan, and family set for her. She acknowledged the fact that others may have had different backgrounds than she, but she found it hard to accept that anyone could possibly question their alliance to StormClan. Her parents raised her, and her siblings with strict standards, although they were very devoted to their kits, and loved them endlessly. Pearwhisker's family line is known to be bred from intelligent ancestors who commit to the Warrior Code, and their belief in StarClan in great seriousness.
Although Pearwhisker did make everything between a competition, and often found ways to argue with her siblings; she never saw the turmoil coming her way. She remembers hearing about her father acting strange in hushed voices between her mother, and another queen some days after Cloudthroat went outside the camp with their father. This was the first time she would question the future bound to bring with it endless challenges. It was a slow, and an alarmingly disastrous disease that corrupted her father, and changing her family forever. Over a span of five moons her father's mental state, and strength deteriorated to the point of unrecognizable. He eventually died, perhaps for the best - to be put out of his misery, half way through his kits' apprenticeships. Pearwhisker grieved for Quailfeather along with her mother, and siblings for several moons, and at times questioned the motives of her ancestors. Although she occasionally calls up to her ancestors, blaming them for the devastation of her family, she still seeks them in comfort.
Faced with no other option, but to move on if she were going to be able to focus on becoming the warrior she so badly wanted to be; she was apprenticed to a strong warrior known as Brownhawk. He was a younger warrior, becoming a warrior only six moons before her; and she would gradually develop a crush on him. However, just as things were beginning to return to normal hauntingly familiar quirks began to occur in their sister, Mintpaw. A half-moon away from their warrior ceremony, and the small gray and white she-cat began to deteriorate just like their father had. However, this time the onset was frighteningly quicker. Pearwhisker didn't have to deal with the horror of watching her sister die too, but she was faced with something potentially worse - Mintpaw completely disappeared two moons after Pearwhisker and Cloudthroat earned their warrior names. They searched for her, but her scent trail disappeared near the edge of their territory.
Pearwhisker, Cloudthroat, and Dewfrost began to heavily lean on each other in the moons to follow Mintpaw's disappearance; and Cloudthroat would go out at night twice a week to search past the clan's borders in search of his sister to no avail. It would take longer for them to recover, but they eventually did as all cats would die, and those they left had no option, but to keep moving under the careful watch of their ancestors.
In a desperate attempt to salvage what could be called a normal life, Pearwhisker grappled at a relationship with Brownhawk who had proven to be a great warrior, and good friend during her sister's disappearance. She had fallen for him, but he didn't feel the same, and so after around nine moons of being on again - off again mates he left her for a she-cat known as Doeleap. Pearwhisker hated him for it, and returned to seeking comfort in her brother, and coming to the conclusion that family is the only thing you can depend on.
[size=9pt]MOTHER »[/size] Dewfrost who has recently passed.
[size=9pt]FATHER »[/size] Deceased since youth - Quailfeather.
[size=9pt]BROTHERS AND SISTERS »[/size] A brother: Cloudthroat, and a deceased sister: Mintpaw.
[size=9pt]OTHER KIN »[/size]unspecified extended family
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]RELATIONSHIP STATUS »[/size] single
[size=9pt]CRUSH »[/size] undeveloped
[size=9pt]MATE »[/size] not applicable
[size=9pt]KITS »[/size] not applicable
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]FEARS »[/size] She is scared of being alone, especially in the dark; and also of the disease she feels is looming over her, waiting to surge through her veins.
[size=9pt]DREAMS »[/size] She isn't quick to share her dreams, but she would love to have a family of her own someday. She also wants to be remembered down the line of future StormClan generations.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]SCREEN NAME »[/size] asteri
[size=9pt]ACTIVITY »[/size] 6-7/10
[size=9pt]PLOT IDEAS »[/size] again - will post anything that comes to mind on the plotting thread. i am thinking of potentially having her develop the disease later down the line.
[size=9pt]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE »[/size] n/a
[size=9pt]OTHER »[/size] stormclan

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tunes · Dec 6th 2015

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[size=9pt]KIT NAME »[/size] Pearkit
[size=9pt]APPRENTICE NAME »[/size] Pearpaw
[size=9pt]WARRIOR NAME »[/size] Pearwhisker
[size=9pt]CURRENT NAME »[/size] Pearwhisker
[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size] female
[size=9pt]AGE »[/size] forty-three moons
[size=9pt]CURRENT RANK »[/size] warrior
[size=9pt]DESIRED RANK »[/size] deputy
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[size=9pt]PELT COLOR »[/size] Her pelt is medium-length, sharing many of the same qualities as her brother's. Pearwhisker was named for her grayish - nearly purple-tinted - fur matched with an ivory muzzle, chest, and mane. This ivory hue can also be found, faintly, in tabby fashion across her face.
[size=9pt]EYE COLOR »[/size] She shares more of her father's genes when it comes to appearance, especially in her expressive face, and oculars. Pearwhisker's optics reveal quite a bit about her thoughts, and emotions, yet always tend to play sharply against others with their light green, amber-flecked ways.
[size=9pt]SCARS»[/size] Although, lean-muscled, and when a battle would appear to go in her favor, she misses the mark due to her lack of coordination that area of expertise. For someone with an aggressive attitude such as hers, she usually tries to avoid actual combat. She has earned many a good scar, even though they have buried themselves over time. Six troublesome scars remain on her underbelly where she was cornered, and attacked by a massive rogue as a young warrior in one of her first battles.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size] She who has regal features wears the look well: she is impressionable, and knows how to draw attention if not by her attitude, then by her actions. Pearwhisker was a bit naive as a kit, even as a young 'paw, however her bold actions proved that in time she would prove herself to be a skilled warrior.
She is incredibly ambitious, and driven in becoming one of the best warriors StormClan has ever seen. She is well equipped in battle, much like her brother, however she shares her mother's well balanced, and placed paws making her targets lethal if necessary. Pearwhisker enjoys her stony, and fiery cover. She is not as hard, and serious as her brother, though. She has a sharp, and strong sense of humor that occasionally comes off as rude, because it could be one's expense, or not well placed.
Pearwhisker has been known to live on the selfish side of things, but despite this she has a very loyal sense of self, and to her family and friends. She is impatient, and not always willing to agree with someone even if they have proven a valid point. Very argumentative, and stubborn she can be a thorn in someone's paw, but she loves it; and often goads it on more so just to annoy that person.
However, the she-cat isn't all that bad. She is very courageous, and extremely sensitive. Her feelings are rather delicate, and she takes things to heart, good or bad. Though she shares her brother's sense of fierce loyalty to the clan she is more willing to bend the rules for what she believes in, and at times has questioned StarClan course of action.
[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size] She is a fan of climbing, and getting to the very best view wherever it may be. She is a boaster, and will take on challenges simply to say she has achieved something others haven't. Pearwhisker's favorite food is a squirrel, and she loves a good competition. However, she also likes social events such as sharing-tongues in the evening, or gatherings.
[size=9pt]DISLIKES »[/size] She wouldn't admit to it, but she doesn't like being alone, or in the dark. She hates losings, especially to her biggest rivals, and to admit defeat, or to being wrong of something. She also hates getting wet, to be in water, or for it to fall from the sky, and soak her fur.
[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size] Pearwhisker is a very skilled climber, and in combat. Though she can easily chase prey through the trees, jumping from tree to tree, undergrowth can be difficult for her. She is good at making friends, and when it comes to making quick decisions she usually jump to conclusions quickly.
[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size] Her sensitivity is a major weakness for her, and she isn't the best at handling, hiding emotion. She also finds moving through undergrowth, or dense areas troubling. She can be a bit callous, but is trying to work on it.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]HISTORY »[/size] Ever since her birth alongside close litter-mates, Pearwhisker has thrive amongst the high standards her clan, and family set for her. She acknowledged the fact that others may have had different backgrounds than she, but she found it hard to accept that anyone could possibly question their alliance to StormClan. Her parents raised her, and her siblings with strict standards, although they were very devoted to their kits, and loved them endlessly. Pearwhisker's family line is known to be bred from intelligent ancestors who commit to the Warrior Code, and their belief in StarClan in great seriousness.
Although Pearwhisker did make everything between a competition, and often found ways to argue with her siblings; she never saw the turmoil coming her way. She remembers hearing about her father acting strange in hushed voices between her mother, and another queen some days after Cloudthroat went outside the camp with their father. This was the first time she would question the future bound to bring with it endless challenges. It was a slow, and an alarmingly disastrous disease that corrupted her father, and changing her family forever. Over a span of five moons her father's mental state, and strength deteriorated to the point of unrecognizable. He eventually died, perhaps for the best - to be put out of his misery, half way through his kits' apprenticeships. Pearwhisker grieved for Quailfeather along with her mother, and siblings for several moons, and at times questioned the motives of her ancestors. Although she occasionally calls up to her ancestors, blaming them for the devastation of her family, she still seeks them in comfort.
Faced with no other option, but to move on if she were going to be able to focus on becoming the warrior she so badly wanted to be; she was apprenticed to a strong warrior known as Brownhawk. He was a younger warrior, becoming a warrior only six moons before her; and she would gradually develop a crush on him. However, just as things were beginning to return to normal hauntingly familiar quirks began to occur in their sister, Mintpaw. A half-moon away from their warrior ceremony, and the small gray and white she-cat began to deteriorate just like their father had. However, this time the onset was frighteningly quicker. Pearwhisker didn't have to deal with the horror of watching her sister die too, but she was faced with something potentially worse - Mintpaw completely disappeared two moons after Pearwhisker and Cloudthroat earned their warrior names. They searched for her, but her scent trail disappeared near the edge of their territory.
Pearwhisker, Cloudthroat, and Dewfrost began to heavily lean on each other in the moons to follow Mintpaw's disappearance; and Cloudthroat would go out at night twice a week to search past the clan's borders in search of his sister to no avail. It would take longer for them to recover, but they eventually did as all cats would die, and those they left had no option, but to keep moving under the careful watch of their ancestors.
In a desperate attempt to salvage what could be called a normal life, Pearwhisker grappled at a relationship with Brownhawk who had proven to be a great warrior, and good friend during her sister's disappearance. She had fallen for him, but he didn't feel the same, and so after around nine moons of being on again - off again mates he left her for a she-cat known as Doeleap. Pearwhisker hated him for it, and returned to seeking comfort in her brother, and coming to the conclusion that family is the only thing you can depend on.
[size=9pt]MOTHER »[/size] Dewfrost who has recently passed.
[size=9pt]FATHER »[/size] Deceased since youth - Quailfeather.
[size=9pt]BROTHERS AND SISTERS »[/size] A brother: Cloudthroat, and a deceased sister: Mintpaw.
[size=9pt]OTHER KIN »[/size]unspecified extended family
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[size=9pt]CRUSH »[/size] undeveloped
[size=9pt]MATE »[/size] not applicable
[size=9pt]KITS »[/size] not applicable
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]FEARS »[/size] She is scared of being alone, especially in the dark; and also of the disease she feels is looming over her, waiting to surge through her veins.
[size=9pt]DREAMS »[/size] She isn't quick to share her dreams, but she would love to have a family of her own someday. She also wants to be remembered down the line of future StormClan generations.
[hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px;][justify][color=black][size=7pt][font=arial][size=9pt]SCREEN NAME »[/size] asteri
[size=9pt]ACTIVITY »[/size] 6-7/10
[size=9pt]PLOT IDEAS »[/size] again - will post anything that comes to mind on the plotting thread. i am thinking of potentially having her develop the disease later down the line.
[size=9pt]ROLEPLAY SAMPLE »[/size] n/a
[size=9pt]OTHER »[/size] stormclan

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[fancypost bgcolor=#d5cfc0; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; border: black double 5px; width: 170px; height: 185px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]Where fish used to be swimming through a gushing river in his dream, their forms were replaced by the aggressive faces of his clan-mates. Cloudthroat's brows furrowed in confusion, and he rolled, in his nest, still sleeping, but trying to force the strange dreams away. However, his sleep was not only interrupted by the activity of his slumber, but by the brittle, frost-tipped parcels of his nest where his body had not warmed the generally comfortable sleeping arrangements.
A groggy head rose from its nest as Cloudthroat heard a mixture of apprehensive, and hostile voices resonating from the clearing. Curiosity, and worry drove him forward as his white pelt flowed through the threshold of the warrior's den. Although he was impartial to the lack of prey, and sickness that came with the cold season, he much preferred the climate than to the sticky heat of greenleaf. The crisp flakes that hurried down from the sky stood no chance against Cloudthroat's thick pelt, the only adjustments he made were to squint his optics against the intrusion of precipitation in order to see what the commotion was about. In a matter of heartbeats his eyes landed on a muscular, passive-aggressive form of an unfamiliar felines. Now his eyes were narrowed for other reasons as he took a step or two closer.
His white-furred ears twitched with each word uttered by the surrounding cats, and he tilted his head in surprise as the apprentices spoke louder than others. His nose wrinkled in more frustration of the flea-brained youngsters who seemed to think their opinion was at all relevant in the situation rather than the mysterious tom who in the grand scheme of things would be dealt with easily. If he were to attack, he was incredibly outnumbered, and a mass of angered cats would be on his in a moment's notice. He glared at the smaller form of his younger clan-mates as they slipped in and out of Nightstar's den, although his attention was drawn back towards the center of most everyone's attention when their leader finally addressed the newcomer again.
He wasn't too concerned about the arrogant tom, but it did rub him he wrong way when he called Scorchpaw out. The apprentice shouldn't be asserting himself the way he was, sure, but he was passionate; and this rogue had the brains to enter the camp of a strong, powerful group of cats with not a whisker of backup on his side. A low growl rumbled in his chest as the cat took a step towards Nightstar, and Cloudthroat followed, shortening the distance between him, and his leader and the rogue.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#d5cfc0; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; border: black double 5px; width: 170px; height: 185px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]As he finished sorting out the mangled pieces of stale prey he went to bury their sodden bodies. What a waste... The tom thought with a frown while he covered up the last mouse. He stared at the small heaps a moment longer as the gears in head turned. Perhaps he would offer an idea to Nightstar when he returned - a way from keeping this prey from going to waste. Surely we could come up with some sort of schedule. Cloudthroat nodded to himself, letting the pieces of his plan fall into place.
He sauntered back into camp - his pace slightly more perky than when he left. His head was lowered when he emerged through the camp entrance, passing by Daisypetal as he did so. Just then he lifted it, feeling a gaze burning into his pelt; he wasn't alarmed because the eyes he located on his form were those of his sister's. They were glittering with some seething emotion he couldn't identify, and when her body brushed angrily past his own he had to wonder if he had done something to aggravate her again.
Cloudthroat would have followed her angry figure out of camp if his attention hadn't been caught by something - or someone else. A piercing wail split through the clearing, jerking his greenish-blue eyes towards the nursery where he knew their only queen must be preparing to bear her kits. Although he wasn't pleased to hear who the kit's father was, he felt a twinge of sympathy for his clan-mate. Honeydrop was a nice enough cat, and he didn't think anyone should go through that kind of pain alone.
He felt meager relief when he saw Sprucebreeze stalk into the cozy den to help the she-cat through the process. Cloudthroat moved across the clearing so that he was closer to the nursery, perhaps if she needed anything he could be of assistance. His paws shuffled both nervously and awkwardly outside of the den. He didn't know if it was his place considering they had enough medicine cats and the circumstances of her pregnancy altogether, but she was still his clan-mates and his duty as deputy was to be there for all of them. Finally he decided to get off his tail, and locate a stick. His trip outside was short, because it was like StarClan agreed with his empathy for the queen by putting one close to camp.
He returned quickly, and hesitated a moment, lingering just outside the nursery's threshold. He could tell it wasn't going to be a pretty, or comfortable sight in there but finally he worked up the courage to enter. His pawsteps were light, because he didn't want to seem as though he was intruding but he placed the stick down, and cleared his throat making the cats in the den aware of his presence. He glanced from Sprucebreeze to Honeydrop, finally mewing in a tender voice, "It could help if you had something to bite down on - might distract you." Cloudthroat's words were generally brief, but he tried to show a bit more care than usual towards the scared queen. He pushed the stick towards her, offering it in the best attempt to seem un-intrusive. He watched for a moment, unsure of what to do next - he hadn't thought that far ahead yet. "I can go now, Honeydrop, but if you need a friend I'll be just outside the den." He smiled gently at the tortoiseshell he had barely spoken to before. He glanced again at Sprucebreeze, wondering if the tom would judge him, but he didn't care. With that he turned towards the exit, slipping just beyond its threshold and curled his tail around his paws as if he was acting as guard of the nursery.
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[fancypost bgcolor=#d5cfc0; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; border: black double 5px; width: 170px; height: 185px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]The plumy she-cat had just reached the peak of her perch when she sensed she was being followed. With that feeling in mind she peered down the trunk below her, and a smirk formed on her lips as she saw her follower. She hadn't been worried about the figure she would find when she looked down, but she had been tense, nevertheless. Pearwhisker softened at the sight of Nightstar, but ignored his question. "Hunting turned stalking patrol, I presume?" Her mockery was harsh, but the grin on her face was light with mischief. She shuffled along her branch to make room for the blue-eyed tom, and swept her tail across the space she had created for him - signaling he was welcome to join her.
"It's a good view up here, you'll like it - good for stalking." Pearwhisker mewed in a bittersweet laced voice. She fondly recalled the meal they had shared earlier, but she was already ready for more. The she-cat was nearly always hungry, and not fond of the barren season for that reason - she had to provide for the clan first. At least I beat out the apprentices... She thought with a slight wrinkle of the nose. She returned her attention then to her company, realizing she had gotten side-tracked - not out of character. She turned her brownish-gray head just slightly towards Nightstar so that she could observe him without too obviously staring. After a few heartbeats of silence she finally mewed, "Actually, I just like to think up here. I'm convinced the wind clears my head." Her tail flicked, and she pulled it up around her paws. This time she fully turned her face towards him, and blinked her pale green eyes to distract from the fact that she was really putting every detail of his face into her memory.
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yes, i love making fancies, cedarsmoke, and think it'd be a lot of fun to make a shop. however, i don't think i have the time at the moment :/ that's great, shrike, looks good! such a pretty feline too :)[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=#d5cfc0; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; border: black double 5px; width: 170px; height: 185px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]He shared the same opinion of several of his clan-mates, this rogue had managed to consistently prove even if he were to potentially join the clan that it would take moons to adjust him to clan culture. Cloudthroat wasn't sure if it was an endeavor worth the undertake during the harsh season. They would face enough problems feeding their own, let alone a stranger. At the same time it would be another cat to provide. He acknowledged, eyeing the loner. He certainly eats well.

Cloudthroat's ears swiveled in the direction of his leader's voice as he called out his name. Glad to be able to assist in dealing with the rogue, the tom nodded slightly, and padded up to the point where he was only a couple of mouse-lengths away from him, and next to Nightstar. His narrowed optics revealed his opinion of giving the rogue a chance to speak up, and potentially defend himself. Cloudthroat itched to send him from their precious land. His tail lashed, hanging low, and next to his tingling paws. He glanced around the clearing, searching out the faces of the rest of the cats that Nightstar had appointed to the escort. He found Scorchpaw's young face first, and then the more sharp one of Thymeflower; a rush of warmth spread through his chest to paws as he felt a wave of protection for his clan-mates.

It was quiet for several moments as the rogue appeared to be contemplating what to say, and during that time Cloudthroat focused on the steady thump, thump of his own heartbeat. It took a great lot of effort for the tom to keep his maw shut to keep from assaulting the rogue with his sharp-tongue, inherited by his mother, and a trait he shared with his sister. Normally he was very patient, and always found a way to be kind towards his own; but in the presence of a disrespectful trespasser he couldn't muster that type of regard.
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tunes · Dec 9th 2015

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alpha male (0/1)
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alpha female (0/1)
name | description | gender | age in moons | role-player

beta male (0/1)

beta female (0/1)

sentinel (-/4)
- may be requested, but will be chosen in role-play for the sake of character chemistry

elders (0/2)

warriors (0/6)

hunters (0/6)

cadets (0/3)

milk-giver(s) (0/2)

pups (0/5)

omegas (0/2)

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alpha male
He is the main wolf in control, and sets the laws of his pack. He is not required to hunt with the pack, but most normally do. His position demands respect, and he is in the position to exile, banish, or even kill those who do not show it. Though it is rare, this position can be challenged and if the challenger wins the fight then the challenger, being the new alpha, can do what he/she pleases with the previous leaders. This does not normally happen because it would result in a huge change within the pack.

alpha female
This position will be chosen in role-play, or by the most fitting form filled out for the role if the person so desires. They share many of the same roles, and are equal in title despite the social assumption of alpha male being at the top. While her mate, the alpha male, is most often in charge of concerns outside of the den, and other political events; the alpha female tends to run the on-goings within the dens, and concerns herself with the well-being of individual members. However, she may participate in either role, just as her mate has the same privilege.

beta male
He is the second in command to the alpha ,and enforces the law when the current alpha is not present. If both of the alpha die then the beta(s) take the alpha position and lead the pack, unless the alpha has said otherwise. This position cannot be challenged without the alpha approval. The male beta follows a more direct course under the alpha male, and is often responsible for directing daily tasks, or leading battle parties. Although not always necessary, it is encourage that the betas be mates, and when appointed they are often elected as a couple in the first place.
*note: this role will be chosen either on the first, and best form, or on the beta female's eventual mate

beta female
She is the second in command to the alpha ,and enforces the law when the current alpha is not present. If both of the alpha die then the beta(s) take the alpha position and lead the pack, unless the alpha has said otherwise. This position cannot be challenged without the alpha approval. The female beta follows a more direct course under the alpha female, and is often responsible for directing daily tasks as well, or leading hunting parties.
*note: this role will be chosen either on the first, and best form, or on the beta male's eventual mate

sentinel
There are four sentinels, two mated pairs, in the pack. Each pair is specially chosen by the alphas and betas. The alphas and betas train the sentinels to take their places if anything should happen to them. The sentinels, since becoming one can start as early as one year, don't usually have authority over the pack unless the alpha or beta have publicly given it to them. They are respected though. Messing with a sentinel is messing with the alphas and betas themselves. This rank cannot be challenged whatsoever. They lead everyday patrols, and are under the training of their superiors, but are also in charge of training the cadets. They seek assistance from their hunters, and warriors in training the cadets, or in other tasks.

healers
They are the medics of the pack, knowledgable in herbs. They have vast knowledge upon what plants and other natural resources will help cure and heal others. They have a natural sense of the world, and the things that exist in it. Innovative, and vitally important to the well-being of the pack they are often level-headed, and are sought for wisdom, and help by their superiors. It takes guts to argue with them, and they demand respect similar to the alpha, and are expected to enforce the law, and inherit the code.

warriors
They are the guardians and protectors of the pack. The warriors will roam the pack lands ensuring it's safety. They are the ones that will keep watch at night. The warriors must be quick to think and remain calm in any given situation. Though these are their routine tasks, they are trained in both fields of work, and may participate in either depending on where they are needed.

hunters
They are primary hunters of the pack, and excellent tracking, and navigational skills. The hunters are often out throughout the day, or days at a time, but are given long breaks every couple weeks. Though these are their routine tasks, they are trained in both fields of work, and may participate in either depending on where they are needed.

cadets
These are the lowest ranked members - next to the omegas - of the pack, and serve as the hunters, and warriors in training. They are often left as sitters of any pups in the pack when the adults go out on parties. They work on both skills starting at the age of eight months, and finish their apprenticeship at fourteen months. Once they reach the end of their apprenticeship they often receive their hardest assessment, and are sent on a vigorous challenge, sometimes lethal depending on the class of cadets. It strengthens them, and weeds out the weak. This challenge determines the pup's course in the world, whether they stay in the pack, or are banished based on failure, whether they are candidates for eventual sentinel, or to do as most do, and flow into the main body of the pack.

milk-giver(s)
Fairly self-explanatory, these are the mothers within the pack. However, earning this respected, and cherished rank is no easy task. In order to be mated, and have pups blessed by the ancestors, and spirits they must be accepted by the alpha pair. Which means it is against pack code for a member to have pups without the alpha's consent. However, when it is given there is often a celebration, and the milk-giver is expected to stay away from their normal duties once they have reached forty days of expectancy (out of 62-75 days). They will remain with their pups for the next 6 months, but in the last two months before becoming cadets the females may return to their normal duties if they wish.

pups
This is also self-explanatory, but they are the most protected beings in the pack. If one falls terminally ill, or has a disorder it is under the decision of the alphas, betas, and sentinel to determine if they stay in the pack, and remain their responsibility, or are sentenced to honored death.

omegas
The omegas are the lowest of low in the pack, lower than the subordinates. They receive a few opportunities to earn a proper rank, but they are often difficult. They are only placed in this position if they've done anything to disrespect the alpha. Sometimes a new member may be placed with this rank if the alpha is a bit mistrustful of them.

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territory and history will go here
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tunes · Dec 10th 2015

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The inhabiters of the mountainous clan are no new creatures of the earth, their forefathers so far in the past that the felines have developed a new tongue to mold to today's society. However, WilkenClan has never really been the most social of cats; concealing themselves to a life of close-knit solidarity in their mountainous home. They strive to live a life paw-in-paw with the codes encouraged by their ancestors who they believe guide them from the skies above. WilkenClan is derived from their old tongue, and means sky, or cloud clan; however, they never saw a need to change it. Wilken- reminds them of who they are, and where they come from, and all that is in store for them. In the coming moons they will have to remember this, because they will face imaginable challenges. No longer able to hide in the comfort of their valley they will have to come to terms with those who do not share their moral standards all the while trying to keep the younger members of the clan on the path they always assumed would keep them going. However, the voices who whisper as guides from the sky will hush eventually to the point of startling silence. Unable to contact their ancestors, they will have to pave their own destiny as they search for an answer to the questions, and hardships in the moons to come.
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leader (1/1)
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deputy (0/1)

medicine cat (0/1)

aids (0/2)

warriors (0/-)

apprentices (0/6)

queens (0/3)

elders (0/3)
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territory and history will go here
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tunes · Dec 10th 2015

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tunes · Dec 10th 2015

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tunes · Dec 11th 2015

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[fancypost bgcolor=#d5cfc0; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; border: black double 5px; width: 170px; height: 185px; overflow: auto;][justify][size=7pt]A tightening of the white warrior's shoulders suggested that he was surprised as Nightstar continued. His eyes gave away more of the registering news as they grew wide with the exclamation of a new addition to the clan. Lightningclaw. The deputy let the name run through his head, and he knew it would take time for it to grow used to his tongue. He hoped for the sake of his loyalty to Nightstar that it would be soon enough for the word to easily slide off his tongue, directing the new warrior with the duties there of.
Cloudthroat scanned the clearing for the expressions, and opinions of his clan-mates. Thymeflower immediately stood out, and she did a better job of hiding her reaction then he had, but he could detect a hint of shock. His gaze returned to the middle of the clearing just as the new warrior, and Flowermeadow zipped back through the camp's threshold. "I could take out a border patrol, if that's alright, Nightstar." The tom cast the leader a glance, he was usually quite careful about appropriate roles, and manners in which the clan worked; however he knew it would be permitted given it was already later than usual to be sending the patrols out. He glanced around hoping to spot his sister's pelt among the ones in the clearing, but to no avail. His eyes narrowed, but it wasn't his job to know the whereabout of sister's every move.
Instead he turned around, jumping to his paws in one swift motion. He called over to the she-cat he had originally been assigned to patrol with until the rogue - now stormclanner's - escort was cut short. "Thymeflower! We need to get a border patrol out, want to scout down the river towards the west?" He called out to the warrior, already looking for another member to round out the patrol. His eyes landed on the dappled pelt of Paintedspirit who seemed like she wanted something to do. "Join us, Paintedspirit?"
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[fancypost bgcolor=#d5cfc0; bordercolor=; borderwidth=; border: black double 5px; width: 170px; height: 185px; overflow: auto;][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=black]When the bluish she-cat couldn't sleep, she would not be found in the silver light under the moon, wandering the forest on her own. It was in the shadows, and shelter of the edge of camp that she could find peace from her snoring clan-mates, and gentle breathing of the clouds as they expelled gentle snowflakes.
She had stayed up until purple and pink bled into the indigo sky, signaling the sun's awakened state. However, only a few moments afterwards, and she crashed in the undergrowth of the camp's border. Not even the accumulating snow under her nose had been enough to rouse her from her dozing. Usually more lively, the time of the year brought with it unwanted memories, and tends to send her into a more agitated, callous state. Her father's death had hit her family hard, and she was currently in an argument with her brother for his seemingly emotionless attitude towards the upcoming anniversary.
She woke with a start at the sound sound of an unfamiliar name. Lightningclaw? She thought drowsily, blinking both confusion, and sleep out of her light green eyes. She managed to fight off sleep just in time to see a strange pelt leaving camp. Her eyes widened with curiosity, showing no signs of her previous tired state.
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