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Name: Lionthorn
Gender: Tom
Desired Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
I guess one could say Lionthorn is handsome, if a bit feminine in appearance. He mainly took after his mother in body posture and proportions; which would explain such happenings. As for what these features actually are; I'd have to list in a tad bit more detail than I'd often like in the introducing paragraph, but I guess I shall have to; for the sake of proper grammar. His jaw gets smaller towards the end, leading in a bit more of what could be considered a 'V' shape if he were a human, or if that even is a real term- is it? I'm not paid enough to search this stuff, dammit. His eyes are wide and more affectionate than the usual tom's (as you will understand once you meet this tom- it doesn't precisely represent him well.)
His paws are pure white, followed gracefully by his belly, muzzle, under-tail and chest. White, despite being quite dull when alone or with black or gray (technically just different shades of white- if you ask me) just adds to his vibrancy when it collides with his striped orange pelt. The main part of his body, if I must say, the non-striped part of his pelt, is an almost honey-like orange with great saturation, this is what gave him his namesake 'Lion'. On his honey-shaded pelt, there are, of course, tabby stripes- and, at that manner, his ears, which are the same hue as his stripes as you'd fine after close examination (why you'd look at him so long, I do not know.) They are more of an orange-wood shade, of high saturation but leaning a bit towards brown.
His fur is short, despite his name (which, giving his mother heart, it's kind of hard to tell how fluffy a kit is going to be when they've got barely any fur in the first place) and very fuzzy. Despite the fuzziness, he's always spent some time grooming his 'precious locks' (not in his own words, of course- he's only that vain in his thoughts.) this is normally after or right before patrols, due to the fact that he idles his appearance most when around in his Clanmates and performing duties, it makes it look a bit more 'natural', this time in his own words- of course- all do he might not precisely speak them.
His eyes are a light green that show a certain sharpness in them- but always seem to be able to hide any emotions he may truly feel and replace them with the emotions he'd feel if he wasn't so, well, "unique" or so much of an "ass". The rest of his face follows in his eyes' lead, particularly good at faking awe, astonishment, happiness and depression. He has a pink nose and pink ears, but black paw pads.
Other: Lion could be Skipperstar's mate, if you're fine with a complete narcissist really cool guy taking the role.
Name: Valerianpaw
Gender: Female
Desired Rank: Apprentice
Appearance:
If Lionthorn is feminine, Valerianpaw is a beautiful snowflake fairy with delicate wings and a crown. She is light on her paws, delicate on her paws and has wonderful posture; not even the queen could question her beauty and grace, even if she is mildly flaunting of it; intentionally, but in a subtle manner; you'll find that she commonly rubs her beauty in other's faces, even if she knows they may not notice.
She is small and sleek, always looking a moon or so under her own age- or, well, a month if you are a complete and utter tiger butt poop face man. Her eyes are a light, calculating blue; unlike Lionthorn's, they are of sincere emotion as to represent her intelligence and observation; perhaps the she-cat may have donated a moon in height for a moon in intelligence. Once more, of course, you'll probably find her showing off in a subtle manner- whoops she did it again... (dun, dun, dun dun, -she's not that innocent).
She has silky, short white fur that's always well groomed due to its ease of cleanly.
Other: Whoops rushed this form sorry not sorry.
AVIARYCLAN !?
[hr][hr]introduction allow me to introduce a story, for, I am sure you have never, ever had an introduction for a FanClan be, well, light-hearted. But, I, for one am not here to act as if I'm some sort of admin for thinking up an idea and throwing it into the world. Once, when I was browsing, around two years ago, through many, many role-play sites I had found myself on an old forum which vaguely remained active; and oh gosh, I tell you, if you were to have seen that forum's introduction you'd think you'd be looking at a real life Percy Weasley... and I mean every thing here, from a "and there forth..." who even uses 'there forth'? Is therefore just too over-rated for thou, King Fancy? Haha. Anyway, I learned that lesson the easy way; I don't think that forum could've interested me if I was half-drunk and high on dragon poop.
So allow me to reach out a hand (or paw; or hoof; or claw- what ever your imagination thinks works best) to you so I can drag you into this insane universe of mine- and soon to be, yours- AviaryClan! I am sure during the following posts you shall familiarize yourself with its essence, so what I am here for, as an introduction paragraph, is to help you out with understanding where you and I belong in this whole circle of life; I am a bit like a mother, I created the FanClan; I am nursing it to health and making sure that it remains happy and never gets into dangers way; and when it does get into dangers way I quickly make sure I fix it! Oddly enough, actually, many FanClans have been under abuse by their owners recently, please donate to those FanClans by joining this one, and hopefully we'd be able to show all other FanClans how to raise children properly; Me as the mother, you as the siblings and fathers, you help create AviaryClan when you join; you essentially co-own it, you redirect its future, its history... I do not want to underestimate just how much you can change this Clan, so I will not. If you join, you become an owner, a father and a sibling to this newborn FanClan; and a co-owner to this new thread.[hr][hr]
navigation first post -- introduction, navigation
second post -- news, members
third post -- about, history, territory
fourth post -- prey list, herb list
fifth post -- rules, form, links
final reserve; you may now post.
[[ I need those details- and I literally mean need. Otherwise I'll forget my character's appearance, their gender, their personality and their name while I'm at it. The appearance really ties in the character for me... ;n;
-- Rose | Ah... I'll try, if my muse allows me to. And my fingers don't literally fall of my hand whilst I struggle to write as quickly as I can and as much as I can...
Name:
Milkykit
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Milkykit is always exploring a dazed or confused look in his eyes, they barely feature much other emotion, for they don't really guide much to the soul as the usual persons' would. His eyes are a golden colour that almost represents refined gold, but silently resides at amber, instead, ignoring the spotlight as he usually does. His eyes are smaller than average, and positioned where the normal cats' eyes are located. Many might find his eyes of null emotion concerning or calculative, but in reality he is just as emotionally inclined as any other kitten his age- if a bit relucant to burst out in public or around a loved one.
He is very thin, as to thank for the fact that he is constantly spending his time trying to figure out the best way to pounce on his littermates or the warriors' tails, perhaps more or less just because he constantly forgets that eating is mandatory to life; being too caught up playing that he ignores his basic needs. But Hell, who ever heard of a kitten who played himself to death? Scratch that question, I don't wanna know the answer. Anyway, coming with his thin shape his features such as his eyes an ears seem to pop out more.
His actual figure is a bit bulkier-than average, but that fact is hidden by his thin frame, let's just hope he doesn't start gaining the pounds as he gets older- once he's big he's really, really god damn big. In response, however, Milkykit's paws are slightly larger than the average cat's, as well as his tail slightly bulkier and longer, ending in a bit more of a 'c'.
His pelt is very scruffy and unwell kept, with a very white fawnish-cream color with little saturation, even the ticked stripes on his pelt barely visible ( as they are on most cream tabbies).
Other:
I needz sleep. ;A;
[[ I could plot with Caramel-chan if you want. It really comes down to what kind of personality you are looking for in the cats (or other animals, if the case comes to it) that interact with her. I'm more than capable of posting five posts per week, but I might be a bit crowded from Tuesday to Thursday next week; causing the posts to be a bit shorter or abrupt than usual, I'll always be sure to at least maintain proper grammar to the best of my limits (see the irony in this sentence?). So, basically just two question I've got; what kind of cat is wanted and just how advanced would you like the posts to be; I can range from semi- to uber- if I must, all do uber- can take quite a bit mainly due to the fact that it takes a long time to type a thousand words...
Lionthorn tried his best to hold back a snicker as he saw his former mate gather past the tunnel. Perhaps, if you were to not have met Lionthorn personally, you'd think he would be grieving the lost of his expecting mate, or at least, of course, trying to run away from the responsibility of being a father; but in full honesty he had expected the kits, and he cared little for the fact that his ties were now broken with the leader. He had her kits, that meant he was going to share the she-cat's first litter, without having to await the actual pains it took of caring for the little mice. One thing he did expect from his kittens, at least, were to have at least some of his tabby pattern and fur color- he'd never had told her (at least, he hadn't thought he had, it would've been quiet a slip up if he had) just how he feels about her all-over-the-place pattern, he had always preferred tabbies, classics were his favorite, but he didn't like spots, they weren't predictable. Not to mention the she-cat's tiny ears, he shook his head in amusement, why was he spending so much time glossing over her? He had much better things to do at that particular situation, which included annoying the she-cat's ass off, it was particularly fun, she wouldn't possibly find the guts to punish him, would she? It'd make her look weak- as if a simple break up could cause a heavy emotional tug in her.
He got up gracefully entering the tunnel where the leader's scent still lingered, only after a quick grooming, which of course included his spine, leg and ears. Perhaps, of course, it would've been considered quite through to his Clanmates, but Lionthorn had been grooming himself in such a manner for moons; seasons, since he was a kitten he had insisted on doing his own pelt; he knew the worst areas and how to remove practically everything you could think of in a swift motion. So there he followed, well-groomed, charming as ever with his facial expression, this was time for some chaotic neutral fun- he could tell deep inside of himself, all he needed to do was make sure that the Clan leader wasn't hanging out with a friend, and if she is, he thought to himself, flicking an ear. I'll just act like I've arrived to check up on the kits; they are technically mine, after all, how would someone have the right to complain? It's injust allowing a mother to draw her kits away from the dad- Me... dad... He snicker, which'd perhaps give away his position considering the fact that he was now around a paw-step away from Skipperstar.
"Lion-honey here," He'd smirk, his voice had certain knowing, a certain annoyingness that made you feel both shocked, scared and curious- he didn't know whether Skipperstar felt this feeling, of course, but he was certain she'd at least be shocked, no, there was no escaping a lion once it tasted the first blood of its prey; and by this point Lionthorn had already ripped off a limb, he was not letting the hyenas get at this tasty morsel. He paused for a second to decide on the rest of his words, Something smooth, as if you're not too sure it's a joke, but just enough to get that knowing sound, oh, how messing with with she-cats can be so fun. "How are our kits doing, hmm?"
[[ Okay, thankies. I'll work on a character then inform you when I'm done.
[[ there's an actual symbol, but I fail to find a text for it.
Lionthorn almost laughed, he wasn't precisely a liked individual, but he was most certainly the kind of cat who didn't need to be liked to be wanted. It's just how he got things done, a certain pi-zazz to his manner that he had developed at a young age; he could piss the entire Clan off, rally an entire army of protest yet he'll still be able to get out with his life and maybe, if he was unlucky, a day or so of apprentice duties. It was just how Lionthorn worked, the world was nothing once you knew how to control everyone else in it; really scientific, so we shan't bother going into the details. Unless you are Lionthorn, in which case you can do your own research. I don't help jerks. Anyway, Lionthorn was already thinking up a snappy comment, something to make everyone uncomfortable, or at least, mad, mad was always the ultimate goal; yes, just mad, he finally decided. He flicked his ear.
"Well, I'm sure I can tag along just to keep an eye on my kits," He'd point out. He then frowned, shaking his head; he had to hold back quite a bit of the harsher comments when he and the leader had been in a relationship, now it was open fire. Lionthorn loved open fire. "They're kind of hard to see below that badger you ate; perhaps that fox-sized vole could've been lay-off." Of course, he had never seen the she-cat eat it, and in reality she was a normal weight in his eyes; but hey, harassing pregnant cats were fun; even more fun than stealing candy from babies.
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Now, I am sure you are sick of tired of hanging around with Lionthorn; so, firstly, I shall inform you that is not intelligent to punch your screen. Glass breaks. Broken glass is sharp; it makes you bleed, where as Lionthorn gets around to a snicker at you and no injuries what-so-ever, but at this point, I am sure you will not believe me when I say Valerianpaw wasn't much better than the warrior; she was better at hiding it, of course, she was one of few cats that could perfectly understand Lionthorn, probably the only one who could do it with great ease. She shook her head; perhaps one day the Clan would do good with learning how to read that annoying kitten; he was being a brat, to be frank.
But, I doubt that anyone may have seen that shake of head, for Valerianpaw had just entered the camp; only able to finish the shake in time to stop herself from banging into a boulder near her face; planned? Well, that could only be presumed- Valerianpaw was smart, but it was mostly pure-hard determination that allowed her to be intelligent, not natural IQ (it was only slightly about average) or some sort of weird powers like cosmic awareness- no, Valerianpaw was a dangerous grace with pure hard determination and a need for vengence upon anyone who pisses her off, but she wasn't in any form a genius. Just book-smart.
She did envy one of her Clanmates for one quality, at least, of course; how far she'd actually go to gain that quality varied, and she generally didn't precisely make 'friends' with the cats who she wanted to be like; she was graceful, smooth and intelligent, not a fan chirping up at every single possible attempt. She was a warrior of grace. Not a kitten admiring her father's hunting moves. Apprentice of grace, She thought in spite for the mentoring system; of which she had never liked. I've been trained forever now- I can do just as well as the warriors, but no, Valerianpaw, you got to be patient. She hissed as the last word coursed through her brain; she hated patience.
Hissing. Not graceful. She couldn't help herself, it was annoying. Unwanted; she might have been under-aged, but she would've made an okay, if not above average warrior at this point and memorized almost all tactics, battle moves and hunting moves; the one and only thing she hadn't mastered, insisted anyone she vented to, was this whole 'personality' aspect; she wasn't some noble cat who'd give her life for the Clan; she was a spiteful she-cat with skill, she was like that enemy that ends up having to be used against the enemy team; the two-sided dagger; the very, very sharp two-sided dagger.
Slightly, in understatement, annoyed and in want to bang someone's head in, she spotted Spottedpaw at the corner of her eye. Spottedpaw had one thing she had always wished she had; an envy she'd never been able to satisfy, and the one and only thing she hadn't been able to reach through pure-hard determination, optimism, character; being able to have a bliss, occasionally, Valerianpaw might find herself in a daydream, but that faded away as soon as she noticed, she could never see the good in situations, she didn't need to know the good; bragging didn't win wars (they were, however, very, very nice features after war). She shrugged, Valerianpaw was a graceful she-cat, even her shrugs had a certain swing to them, and then got up and headed towards the medicine cat apprentice.
Valerianpaw thought Spottedpaw girl-next-door sort of pretty, but even that lost its power when the she-cat was carrying yarrow. She quickly scrunched up her nose and held her breath. At one point Valerianpaw wanted to be a medicine cat, it was a very short amount of time, of course, she soon found it far too boring, it wasn't worth the power it gave, so her new attention was on the leader position; harder to achieve but much more worth in the effort; besides, Valerianpaw had always acted more like a politician then a doctor. "Why're you sorting those... those...ew," She held back the desire to scratch the she-cat's fur off; a concept that wouldn't be hard if it wasn't for the amount of fluff she actually had. Besides, attacking the medicine cat apprentice was something not even she could get out of this.
"Those... things. Those unimportant herbs." Valerianpaw knew the name, of course; she had thought herself the herbs when she had gotten into the whole medicine-cat stuff, but she wasn't quite sure what they were used for anymore, not including the kind of herbs that'd be useful in mid-battle situation, and unless a warrior is dumb enough to eat a death berry in the middle of a death battle, or picks up a fever right the moment he enters a fray, she had no reason to know them, she was an apprentice with a serious eyes on the leadership, not a medicine cat taking care of kits. "Spottedpaw, how- why? Is that rat poison or something... I think I'm going to faint that smell is so bad!" She didn't faint, but she certainly did seem even lighter on her paws; and she had been so light on her paws before that she was practically floating on the ground.
[[ Huh; I can't seem to see that symbol on my computer. Oh well, I guess it won't make too much of a difference.
[[ And my school decides to pop a quiz right on top of my head, and then teabag my body with homework because apparently now I'll have 'more time to do your homework'. ;-;
[sub] Valerianpaw paused, Yarrow. It seemed to ring a head distantly in her head, as she became silently aware of its purpose; of course, she thought to herself quite simply. Valie spent a lot of her time "studying", as per could be said. She repressed the memory, the thought and blinked, Valerianpaw had never played the 'nerd' role quiet as well as cats might expect from a cat who cared more about education than her own family and friends, she'd always managed to retrieve some form of winning point that had always allowed her to defend herself; or when required, attack others. Spottedpaw, was by what she had considered in her own personal book, a geek; she rolled her eyes at the response. So reliant, She thought, almost breaking into laughter, but being able to hold it back quite well. Poor little Spotted-boo.
She wasn't sure to feel guilty about those thoughts or pure-out proud, but nonetheless she stuck with the belief; it didn't really matter that it was Spottedpaw, the mentoring system was something Valerianpaw had always kept a strong opinion on, you could't get mad at her for the thought. She wriggled, giving almost making her look uncomfortable- but there was always a bit of doubt, as if her every move was planned years before she actually performed. Her fur stood slightly higher but at this point of time she thought it was best to go back into conversation.
"Right- yeah," Valerianpaw would meow, her proudness not seeming to demonstrate in her tone for a bit. "Okay, then," She flicked her tail and all of her headstrong seemed to return. "We shall have to ask Mintleaf, shall we not? At least, you shall have to-" She twitched an ear, she knew she was getting bitter again; she couldn't help it, it was her way of staying above the water, headstrong was better than underestimated. "I'm a warrior apprentice and-" She was cut short from her speech, nodding towards Volepaw. Great, She thought, I really don't want this to be a permanent thing; all the apprentices hanging out? Ew. No, thanks. I'm Valerianpaw, I know more then either of these mouse-brain will ever now. [ no cookie for you if you sport the irony in that sentence. ]
Lionthorn twitched his tail as he padded off, hearing the low mumble. Her shrugged, all do he wasn't quite so sure about that emotion- did the cats in the Clan really expect him to be there for the kittens of his former mate? He was, after all, as humble as a newly appointed apprentice; and the only reason he had ever become a warrior was pure will power and manipulation, as stated countless amounts of times before, the orange tabby knew how to play his cards- he shook his head. His clanmates would either have to learn or understand his body language before they even tried to judge him.
He slid out of the camp, entering a large hunting ground, he was never the best hunter, he had always presumed. He never listened to critique when he was an apprentice, you see, he never truly cared. But he was OK at his job, and he wanted to get his daily tasks done and over with quick. He dropped into a crouch, walking lightly on the ground, that had always been the easy part for the tom, he wriggled his back and pounced. A squeal from a vole which not a heartbeat later rested in his jaws, placing it within a hole the tom went on with his adventure.
[[ tracking for now; I'll try and work on something but so far most my work has been draw-then-leave...
[[ edit; Is this an accurate (headshot, of course, I'll work on the full body soon) of Gracelight?
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/prof…1435324647.jpg?1435324655
Ignoring the bad shading atm.
JOAN'S HERB GUIDE
[justify]First things first, I'd like to state that information has no copyright, so I can't get mad at you if you use the content used for your own guide, I can, however, simply request you show some respect to me, and at least not steal this guide word-by-word, it took me a long time to type this all out. Along with that information I'd like to point you towards several 'less complete' herb guides that you'll generally find scattered around the community. These mainly consist exclusively of herbs that have appeared in the book and no more, this touches on all, if not most, herbs mentioned in the book and many, many others as well. Library list - this is very incomplete, but very good if you want to get an answer quick. For ease of browsing, the guide is going to be ordered via illness- each herb that can cure said illness, or prevent said illness, being listed underneath said item's name. This list is on a wikia, so it's not the most trustable; but it's in a format that's easy to memorize, so I suggest at least vaguely reading through that list before switching to this one. [/justify]
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Please, if you are reading this, do not post, I am still making use of all this space I have; If you do post then I will have to delete your reply, and I really do not wish to. So at this moment do not bump, track or ask any questions.
