Posts by Evelyn Evelyn

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 8th 2016

Don't forget your banana.
There is no party without a banana.

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 8th 2016

This is Aikasse's ghost. She says to tell you that she died of happiness.

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 10th 2016

Tracking

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 10th 2016

Done!

Ravine : Field Runner : Female

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Name; Ravine
Age; 16 moons
Gender; Female
Rank; Field Runner
Desired Rank; Field Runner

Personality; Ravine was always one of the smartest kittens. She knew her way around. Astute. She had a wonderful trait of persuasion. Give her a few minutes and she could get you to willingly dive off a cliff. She was smart and knew ups and downs of the average bunch. The Others however always seemed more secretive. She proved great knowledge in her years growing up. Like clockwork ticking in her brain. Easily-Angered. Her ideas wasn't the only ticking in her head. She had a bomb wired to her brain so when conversation starts you alert the countdown. One stupid word to the next means living today and dead tomorrow. Watch what you say and be careful where you walk. Lack of Empathy. Her mother left and didn't care so I suppose you could say it runs in the family. It wasn't always true though, there was always exceptions to her empathy but if you lose a loved one she would most likely be in the corner not giving a damn. Determined/Competitive. She'll race you a single mouse-length and act like it is the Olympics and she needs to win that gold. Ravine is ready at any moment to tackle a challenge. Either delivering messages fast enough or winning at a game of leaf catching. This makes her fun for the Fledglings who want to play games. Silent. You would imagine her ideas would be shown to public, brilliant designs and festival ideas but it isn't. She prefers silence to stop and think about whatever she feels like. Questioning the universe being one of her favorite pass times. She does involve in conversation but like stated earlier, she doesn't give a damn. (May add more as time goes on.
History; One year and 4 months. One year and four months ago in cover of the nursery a kitten was born. A single kitten. The others born passed. Well that is all Ravine can uncover about it. Passed, dead, gone. Just like her father. The single mother with the single kitten. Alone in the world. Alone against the odds of the tribe. Her mother was originally kittypet, a foul word looked down upon that is spoken as gossip, back and forth. Kittypet. What a disgrace. The cats didn't expect kittypets. They thought of them as slaves to the twolegs that hauled them around like accessories. Ravine's mother was no exception. Prissy, man-made beauty, only accepted into the tribe as being a mother of a lone kit. Temporary. The word that her mom refused to say. Ravine was only 5 moons when her mom disappeared. Like vapor in the sky. Vanished without leaving a trace, expect for Ravine that is. She was left in a tribe as a memento of the foolish mother that left her kitten alone. The members thought nothing of it. Ravine's mother was a burden, annoying, a prick. With her leaving their moods simply lifted. However Ravine was the complete opposite. Her mother was her only friend. Her hope, her shoulder to cry on, her mother. Life continued to drag on as slow as a snail. At the age of 6 moons Ravine was removed of her adorable kitten name and set to her new one, Ravine. Ravine, the cat who had kittypet blood, the cat who everyone looked down upon, the cat that nobody truly understood, the lost kitten. She took it on her to prove her mother wrong. However Ravine was never the strongest kitten. She was fast and agile, not rough and tough like the other bulky kittens around her. She was forced into training for a Field Runner but she thought non of it. She trained hard to be swift and astute. Ravine was growing into a strong cat that would prove her mother wrong. She was worth staying for but something wasn't right. Ravine spent nights rolling over in her den, over and over, thinking and laying awake in thought. Her mother left her. She knew she needed her and she left. She didn't care at all. The mourning sorrow was replaced with a fiery rage. Her mother didn't care so she wouldn't either. With that Ravine refused to look back on it. Repressing most of her memories so she wouldn't have to sob when she saw queens with their kittens. Like the saying goes 'Life goes on' and so it did. Ravine grew to be a superb Field Runner and never looked back. Life was only a road and all she had to do was follow the path.
Kin; Jezebell (Unknown/Unknown/Mother)

Mate; N/A
Kits; Doesn't really want. Too annoying.
Crush; Wastes time. Who cares (Open for others though. May be developed if I find a cold-hearted enough cat.)

Past name(s); Whiskers
Future name(s) N/A
Scars; One on her pad that is infected. Currently being treated.

Screen name; Aikasse
Preferred pronouns; She, her, that person over there with the weird hair.
Activity level; 8.5/10.
Other; May grow to be a bit sinister later.

Goose : Fledgling : Male

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Name; Goose
Age; 7 moons
Gender; Male
Rank; Fledgling (training to be Burrow Foot)
Desired Rank; Thorn Claw

Personality; WHO WANTS ANGEL FOOD CAKE BECAUSE HERE IT COMES HOT AND FRESH. Clumsy Goose is probably the most clumsiest cat around camp. Give him something to run into and he will face plant gladly into it. He is highly uncoordinated but whenever he runs into something he acts like it was meant to happen and walks away as if he didn't just trip on air. Adorable. He wants to spoopy but his appearance makes him as menacing as a pink butterfly stuck on cotton candy in a rainbow unicorn world of happiness. There isn't much more explaining needed here. Quick-learning. Within one day he came memorize a large amount of the tunnel system. However with the ability to learn quickly he gets things stuck in his brain. If not taught correctly the first time he will repeatedly do it incorrect. Not his fault, it's his mentors. Lets go down this dark and spooky tunnel. He is too curious. He tends to wonder down tunnels he shouldn't go down and gets the clan looking for him for days at a time. He can fend for himself. Kind of. Right? Serious Face. Serious? Nope. He spends most of his time making up nonsense and goofing around with Blackthorne. He is extremely childish so stop saying 'A Burrow Foot's duty' or he will continue to laugh. Now ask me again. Is he serious to you? Upbeat. He takes on almost anything with an upbeat loving tone. He has fun where ever and when ever he goes to work. Life is fun. Most of the time anyways. Comforting. Surprisingly Goose is a very comforting cat. He knows how to give the best snuggles and with his quick-learning he tends to remember your favorite things. His words are also very soft and gentle. He isn't a tense fellow so expect love and hugs with warm meals when you're sad.
History; He was born and raised in the clan like any other. He has no special history, no supernatural occurrences. He is as normal as anyone. Father died of old age and mother died from bleeding to death at birth. It was fine being alone, he handled well.
Kin; Konka (Deceased/The Heavens/Mother)
Sri Lanka (Deceased/The Heavens/Father)
Whispy (Deceased/The Heavens/Father) (died of lack of milk)

Mate; N/A
Kits; None but wants
Crush; He is afraid to ask anyone out but he kind of likes this cat but he isn't too sure..

Past name(s); Waddle
Future name(s) N/A
Scars; He is currently getting rid of a cold from Bare-leaf. Needs attention but not too much,

Screen name; Aikasse
Preferred pronouns; She, Her, they, them.
Activity level; 8.5/10
[b]Other;[/b MY ANGEL FOOD CAKE BABY.

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 12th 2016

Aikasse wrote:

Done!

Ravine : Field Runner : Female

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Name; Ravine
Age; 16 moons
Gender; Female
Rank; Field Runner
Desired Rank; Field Runner

Personality; Ravine was always one of the smartest kittens. She knew her way around. Astute. She had a wonderful trait of persuasion. Give her a few minutes and she could get you to willingly dive off a cliff. She was smart and knew ups and downs of the average bunch. The Others however always seemed more secretive. She proved great knowledge in her years growing up. Like clockwork ticking in her brain. Easily-Angered. Her ideas wasn't the only ticking in her head. She had a bomb wired to her brain so when conversation starts you alert the countdown. One stupid word to the next means living today and dead tomorrow. Watch what you say and be careful where you walk. Lack of Empathy. Her mother left and didn't care so I suppose you could say it runs in the family. It wasn't always true though, there was always exceptions to her empathy but if you lose a loved one she would most likely be in the corner not giving a damn. Determined/Competitive. She'll race you a single mouse-length and act like it is the Olympics and she needs to win that gold. Ravine is ready at any moment to tackle a challenge. Either delivering messages fast enough or winning at a game of leaf catching. This makes her fun for the Fledglings who want to play games. Silent. You would imagine her ideas would be shown to public, brilliant designs and festival ideas but it isn't. She prefers silence to stop and think about whatever she feels like. Questioning the universe being one of her favorite pass times. She does involve in conversation but like stated earlier, she doesn't give a damn. (May add more as time goes on.
History; One year and 4 months. One year and four months ago in cover of the nursery a kitten was born. A single kitten. The others born passed. Well that is all Ravine can uncover about it. Passed, dead, gone. Just like her father. The single mother with the single kitten. Alone in the world. Alone against the odds of the tribe. Her mother was originally kittypet, a foul word looked down upon that is spoken as gossip, back and forth. Kittypet. What a disgrace. The cats didn't expect kittypets. They thought of them as slaves to the twolegs that hauled them around like accessories. Ravine's mother was no exception. Prissy, man-made beauty, only accepted into the tribe as being a mother of a lone kit. Temporary. The word that her mom refused to say. Ravine was only 5 moons when her mom disappeared. Like vapor in the sky. Vanished without leaving a trace, expect for Ravine that is. She was left in a tribe as a memento of the foolish mother that left her kitten alone. The members thought nothing of it. Ravine's mother was a burden, annoying, a prick. With her leaving their moods simply lifted. However Ravine was the complete opposite. Her mother was her only friend. Her hope, her shoulder to cry on, her mother. Life continued to drag on as slow as a snail. At the age of 6 moons Ravine was removed of her adorable kitten name and set to her new one, Ravine. Ravine, the cat who had kittypet blood, the cat who everyone looked down upon, the cat that nobody truly understood, the lost kitten. She took it on her to prove her mother wrong. However Ravine was never the strongest kitten. She was fast and agile, not rough and tough like the other bulky kittens around her. She was forced into training for a Field Runner but she thought non of it. She trained hard to be swift and astute. Ravine was growing into a strong cat that would prove her mother wrong. She was worth staying for but something wasn't right. Ravine spent nights rolling over in her den, over and over, thinking and laying awake in thought. Her mother left her. She knew she needed her and she left. She didn't care at all. The mourning sorrow was replaced with a fiery rage. Her mother didn't care so she wouldn't either. With that Ravine refused to look back on it. Repressing most of her memories so she wouldn't have to sob when she saw queens with their kittens. Like the saying goes 'Life goes on' and so it did. Ravine grew to be a superb Field Runner and never looked back. Life was only a road and all she had to do was follow the path.
Kin; Jezebell (Unknown/Unknown/Mother)

Mate; N/A
Kits; Doesn't really want. Too annoying.
Crush; Wastes time. Who cares (Open for others though. May be developed if I find a cold-hearted enough cat.)

Past name(s); Whiskers
Future name(s) N/A
Scars; One on her pad that is infected. Currently being treated.

Screen name; Aikasse
Preferred pronouns; She, her, that person over there with the weird hair.
Activity level; 8.5/10.
Other; May grow to be a bit sinister later.

Goose : Fledgling : Male

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Name; Goose
Age; 7 moons
Gender; Male
Rank; Fledgling (training to be Burrow Foot)
Desired Rank; Thorn Claw

Personality; WHO WANTS ANGEL FOOD CAKE BECAUSE HERE IT COMES HOT AND FRESH. Clumsy Goose is probably the most clumsiest cat around camp. Give him something to run into and he will face plant gladly into it. He is highly uncoordinated but whenever he runs into something he acts like it was meant to happen and walks away as if he didn't just trip on air. Adorable. He wants to spoopy but his appearance makes him as menacing as a pink butterfly stuck on cotton candy in a rainbow unicorn world of happiness. There isn't much more explaining needed here. Quick-learning. Within one day he came memorize a large amount of the tunnel system. However with the ability to learn quickly he gets things stuck in his brain. If not taught correctly the first time he will repeatedly do it incorrect. Not his fault, it's his mentors. Lets go down this dark and spooky tunnel. He is too curious. He tends to wonder down tunnels he shouldn't go down and gets the clan looking for him for days at a time. He can fend for himself. Kind of. Right? Serious Face. Serious? Nope. He spends most of his time making up nonsense and goofing around with Blackthorne. He is extremely childish so stop saying 'A Burrow Foot's duty' or he will continue to laugh. Now ask me again. Is he serious to you? Upbeat. He takes on almost anything with an upbeat loving tone. He has fun where ever and when ever he goes to work. Life is fun. Most of the time anyways. Comforting. Surprisingly Goose is a very comforting cat. He knows how to give the best snuggles and with his quick-learning he tends to remember your favorite things. His words are also very soft and gentle. He isn't a tense fellow so expect love and hugs with warm meals when you're sad.
History; He was born and raised in the clan like any other. He has no special history, no supernatural occurrences. He is as normal as anyone. Father died of old age and mother died from bleeding to death at birth. It was fine being alone, he handled well.
Kin; Konka (Deceased/The Heavens/Mother)
Sri Lanka (Deceased/The Heavens/Father)
Whispy (Deceased/The Heavens/Father) (died of lack of milk)

Mate; N/A
Kits; None but wants
Crush; He is afraid to ask anyone out but he kind of likes this cat but he isn't too sure..

Past name(s); Waddle
Future name(s) N/A
Scars; He is currently getting rid of a cold from Bare-leaf. Needs attention but not too much,

Screen name; Aikasse
Preferred pronouns; She, Her, they, them.
Activity level; 8.5/10
[b]Other;[/b MY ANGEL FOOD CAKE BABY.

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Done! And can Goose and Blackthorne be friends, Sanguine?

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 12th 2016

Okay, Thank you!

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 12th 2016

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Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 12th 2016

Hello!
I've got plot ideas in progress but none I'm truly finished with though. Plots take time and effort.

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 13th 2016

I don't have fleshed out plots yet but currently I have:

-A drought. This one isn't too interesting because there isn't a reason for the drought yet so.. yeah.
-Flood/Tsunami - Seems most of the cats have lack of swimming so this could be interesting.

Than a few prophecy ideas that need some work but otherwise the rest of my ideas aren't really developed.

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 13th 2016

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"If you do what you need, you’re surviving. If you do what you want, you’re living"
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River watched the water curve through the pebble creek in the grove she called home. Her blue eyes studied the movement like a kit watching it's father fight. Through the pebble's, down the stream, to the pond. It was calming, like a cool breeze drifting through the green-leaf sky. It was currently New-leaf and the buds started to welcome their spot on the trees and the leaf-bare snow had melted causing overflow in the creek. The padding of grass erupted River from her thoughts. Her daughter's fresh scent mingled with hers ever so gently. "Allo Puddle. How was your hunt?" River asked not moving her glare from the stream.

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"Peace can not be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding'
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Puddle lifted her prey from the bush, a mouse. Creature's were still emerging from their dens but not all had woken from their leaf-bare slumber. I wish I could sleep all leaf-bare. It's too cold for a feline, she thought trotting towards the hidden grove. Within heartbeats she entered through the cobwebbed entrance and smiled up at her mother who was watching the stream. Like always, Puddle sighed but she decided to talk to her anyway. However before she could speak her mother interrupted. "Allo Puddle. How was your hunt?" Puddle stirred over to her mom and dropped the limp mouse, its blood now clotting. "Good mommy. I saw other prey but why waste it? You needed food and I was full so I only caught one thing," she purred, nuzzling her mother's neck. She was lucky to have her mom.
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"Do not be afraid to give up the good for great.'
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Rushingpaw sat still by the edge of his den, his eyes fixated on the sky. Thinking, he continued to retrace the steps of his dreams from the other night. He had been talking with his ancestors like normal. Nothing too interesting. Just causal banter, a purr goodbye, and then he was done. Yet when he visited them every time he had cold chills. He was talking to the dead. See mom, I had a greater purpose, he grunted in his head. His mom. The thought of her made him sick but his sister on the other paw was the best cat ever. Having no family in the clan was isolated. Whilst sighing, Rushingpaw tilted inside the den. It reeked of a strong odor of mint. Rainwind had died the other day and to relieve him of his death smell they bathed him in mint. Later they had buried him while Rushingpaw had to stay home to sort herbs. What fun, he thought shuffling his paws. At least he felt at home here.

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Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 13th 2016

I just noticed that all the fledglings don't have mentors. Could you possibly assign them?

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 13th 2016

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"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude."
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Why rain? Why out of everything it had to be rain? Ravine hissed inside her head as she kept perched by the entrance of her den. The rain poured down and caped the ground in a thick layer of mud, cold winds danced in the tree tops, and the new leaf buds where now drowning to their enable death in the new-leaf showers. At least it will give water to the ones that happen to stay alive, sighing, she rose to her paws and tilted her head outside of the warm, comforting den. Ploop. A drop of water, which looked as if it was in slow motion, dropped onto Ravine's unexpecting nose. She quickly drew back her head into the den and shook it violently. Argh! See. This is why rain is awful, she grunted, shaking her head for the last time before glancing back outside again. Yet I still have to do my job.. Well, this is going to be great. However the summoning of Caris woke her from her thoughts. Perfect timing, she thought trudging on through the thick mud, and under Outlook Rock.

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"I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell."
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Goose shuffled his paws anxiously. "All I have to do is use my ninja skills to jump over all that mud, backflip onto that tree, and reach my favorite sitting spot with ease," he mewed determinedly as he got into a jumping position. However with one faithful leap he landed in the caked up mud only a inches from the den. "Almost had it this time!" he grunted whilst scampering towards the outlook rock. The leader had called for a meeting midway through his powerful leap causing him to 'mess up' his so called ninja skills.

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Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 13th 2016

Please stop chatting here. This is the sign ups.

Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 14th 2016

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"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude."
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Ravine, who was uncomfortable in the groggy mess of the ground, shifted her gaze from Caris to the dead bodies in front of her. Why hadn't she heard about their deaths earlier? Gossip usually spreads like rapid fire in a dry forest during leaf-fall. Maybe because I have been living like a hermit recently because of all this rain, her thoughts echoed in her mind whilst she studied the cats silhouettes. They were barely manageable to see through the sea of pelts in front of her. "Red!" Ravine's head bolted up at the sound of the Burrow Foot. New commander, eh? She directed her ears in his direction, where he sat proudly with his tail tucked around his feet. He looks sick? Mourning the loss of the clan members I presume, not his rank. He was excited for this day actually, not nervous, The she-cat thought, titling her head to the left. Hemlock! Another commander? Ravine turned her gaze to the other commander. He'll crack under pressure but he is loyal enough to not let us down, she sighed, flicking her gaze between the two. Two fairly handsome, smart, loyal, and fairly friendly cats. Skywalkers. Please help them.

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"I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell."
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Goose kept his position beside Teenie. He always had a love for kittens, they appeared to him as little helpless, adorable hedgehogs and who needs anything more then hedgehogs. Caris's voice pierced his thoughts and shattered the silence. Trying to listen as well as possible, Goose rose his head. Death of members? In the tunnels? Goose held his breath as he examined the bodies from afar. They were... dead. Their lifeless bodies caked in mud and smashed to their limits. Well I guess my Burrow Foot duties are withheld for now, he thought grumpily but swiftly improved the mood ,More time to play! Finally!. "I hope the stars are with you as well." Goose shook his pelt violently and looked up a Caris. How much did he miss?! Searching the crowds he noticed cats staring at Red and Hemlock who both sat proud in their posts. New commanders. Oh. Cool! He purred in his mind but when he turned to sit regularly again he tumbled over and knocked Teenie with quite a force.

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Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 15th 2016

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"If you do what you need, you’re surviving. If you do what you want, you’re living"
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River casted her gaze from the creek to the limp mouse settled beside her. "What did I deserve to have a daughter like you?" she purred, licking her chops. With a quick bat the mouse toppled over in front of her, soft belly exposed. She crouched down, elbows almost touching the ground, as she vigorously tore at the meat. Not the most elegant eater, River was. Who needed to be though? Within heartbeats about a quarter of the varmint was eaten and blood as messily smeared along River's muzzle. I must look so attractive, the she-cat chuckled in her head whilst arching her neck again to finish the meal.

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"Peace can not be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding'
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Within moments of giving her mother the mouse she had already devoured a huge portion of it, guts sprawled around the ground. Puddle sighed and drifted her gaze to the heavy overcast settling in the sky. There was no light cascading from the clouds, there hasn't been in quite awhile. The worst part is not being able to see the stars, she muttered to herself, shuffling her paws in the mud ,I better go clean up then go on a walk. Maybe with mom? That would be fun. Trapped in the thick humid air she paced to the titanic rock in the corner of the grove and jumped on top of it to cleanse her fur. The rock had been there since she was born. It was the superb place to sit on warm days when it's smooth surface heated with radiation. Her mother used to carry her up there when she was just a kit. They would sit up there and act like they were hawks perched in the trees. When she grew up her and her brother played on the rock, spinning around it, jumping on top, and even the one accident when he fell of the ledge and almost broke a bone. Those were the good days.

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Rushingpaw continued gazing on towards the clouds, not even flicking an ear in acknowledgement when Mouse passed by. The calling of his mentor beckoned him out of his insanity and into the den. "Just missing the sun," he lied. He missed his sister more then anything but the clan knew nothing about his previous identity. They couldn't ever know. "Forget to ask, any chores I need to do today?" he asked, changing the subject. The tom stirred to his paws and wondered over, peering over his mentors shoulder, and naming the herbs in his head that he was sorting.
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Evelyn Evelyn · Jan 15th 2016

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Ravine raised her self to the paws moments after listening to the dismissal. However whilst she was headed to her fledgling, Red's voice broke the silence. He was calling out patrols. The Turkish Angora waited a few heartbeats, analyzing what he said for her name. Conforming she wasn't called, Ravine trotted over to Shy who was stirring by the group of cats departing from camp center. "Morning. Its muddy today," she purred to the Fledgling. Liked it hasn't been lately, she thought before adding ,"We could go practice hunting in slippery spots. Be ready to get a bit dirty though."

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"I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell."
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Goose pranced up from his unfortunate trip, mud caking his pelt. Letting out a long deep sigh, Goose got to his paws and dragged himself over to Caris who was positioned in his den. "Morning Sir," He mewed gleefully, before breaking out into a short series of coughs. "I still have that Leaf-bare cold that has been here since the beginning of leaf-bare. Do you happen to still have any herbs left for it?" he asked calmly. He didn't enjoy colds but they weren't the worst, more time to stay in the den and nap.

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Blind cats, Ravine muttered in her mind before brushing her pelt against Shy's. "You'll be fine. Just a bit of mud," she mewed strolling towards the exit. The patrols where already heading out so why not head out with her apprentice? She hadn't been to fortunate to get this apprentice. It was if Caris knew she didn't like the leader and set her to this weak kitten for a punishment. Shy could be nice at times, she was surprisingly well trained for a blind cat, but a true pain in the tail. Now I have to drag around this kitten, she thought, glancing over her shoulder to see Shy hobbling about.

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"I'm the most uncoordinated clumsy, klutzy person. I always had a bruise, I always tripped and fell."
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Astonishing clan you already have going on here! I do appreciate the natural warrior vibe here as well.

Please note I am following breed aspects so sorry if there is a lot of high numbers in certain stats.

Birdrunner // WIP

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Her preferred gaits is walk or run, both extremely smooth like water running down a creek. ⇥ pelt A white coat covers the surface followed by grey and ivory flecks on shoulder and face. She has a dull cream tabby coat and a pure white throat. She has four white paws and a darker cream tail with fur dangling off the end like feathers on a bird. Her coat is otherwise short which causes lack of warmth during Leaf-Bare. ⇥ eyes Two bright blue oval eyes, the color of a ice cavern. They cloud over to a grey when angry, or grieving. ⇥ markings She has a foggy cream tabby mark and four white socks on her paws. Running along the center of her face, she owns a white stripe. ⇥ scars/deformities The Balinese Cat is a very accurate and elegant breed. Do to this: she has no injuries on her. ⇥ physical/mental disorders Should be tested for Sociopathic thoughts. 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A faded cream tabby marking covers her body in a soft, feminine look. Falling from the end of her tail, pieces of brown fur dangle. She mirrors her mother in looks almost completely except for the way she speaks. Her mother had a raspy voice yet her father had a handsome, calming, and comforting voice which Birdrunner sports as well. Her gaits are almost equal in sight. Smooth, queen-like, and classy movements as if the moving of a swan in water. Fast, agile, but precise, and accurate. For what she lacks in strength she makes up for in speed. Birdrunner lacks bulky muscle but still provides plenty of muscle when needed. Overall she is elegant and agile but lacking in muscle. ⇥ father Junipergaze - (DECEASED) A white tom with brown patches covering his pelt. He wears two bright blue eyes on his wedge shaped head. He is moves in grace and elegance and is extremely active. He has long wispy whiskers, long fur, and a bright smile. Died by suicide. ⇥ mother Palecloud - (DECEASED) Much like Birdrunner she wears a faded cream tabby appearance with short fur and a draping tail. She has a raspy voice and moves fast like a snake. She has long thin legs and huge ears atop her head. She was defiantly a stunning cat. Killed by Birdrunner. ⇥ brother(s) Owltuft- (ALIVE- in need of roleplayer) A white tom speckled with brown spots. He is a tall tom, standing higher than the rest of the siblings. He has tufted ears and bright eyes that shine optimistically. He moves a little more choppy than his kin. Littlewing - (ALIVE - In need of roleplayer) A cream tom with bright olive eyes and long wispy whiskers. He is calm and collective with a goal at every point in his life. He is smaller than the rest but a skilled cat at jumping and climbing. ⇥ sister(s) Never had a sister ⇥ extended family Vixenstep - (Grandmother Mom's side / Deceased) A cream tabby she-cat with long thin legs like a deer. She moves choppily and has a raspy voice but is very fast and agile. Died of old age. Whitenose - (Grandfather mom's side / Deceased) White tom with black ears. He is a skilled tracker and runner. He also is a superb stalker. Died of illness. Weaselface - (Uncle Mom's side / Deceased) Brown and white snowshoe. He is an extremely handsome cat despite not being the most intelligent. Died of old age. Tawnyfire - (Grandmoter dad's side / Deceased) Tortishell she-cat. She was a tall she-cat with such elegance a swan would look disgusting in her appearance. She was stuck-up cat. Killed by Birdrunner. Heronriver - (Uncle Dad's side / Deceased) A skilled swimmer with extreme muscles. Stuck-up like his mother. Drowned by anonymous. Sagecloud - (Aunt Dad's side / Alive and in need of roleplayer Though on the edge of death Sagecloud is a very friendly she-cat with a pale grey coat and singing green eyes. [/fancypost]
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I might roleplay him if I find the time for two on this thread.) ⇥ turn-ons - Intelligence - Stealth - Either pychopaths or devilish in a sort of way. - Thin furred - Stalks others with her. ⇥ turn-offs - Oversized - Arrogant - Goody two paws - Ladies boy [/fancypost]	[fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 305px; height: 190; overflow: auto; width: 305px; height: 190px; text-align: justify; font: 8px/9px verdana; border-right: 3px solid silver; border-top: 6px solid silver; margin-left: -5px; margin-top: -4px;][size=9px]Historical Significance(s)[/size] ⇥ kithood It was a warm leaf-fall afternoon when Palecloud and Junipergaze had their first kits. Two toms and a she-kit. Owlkit, Cloudkit, and Birdkit. Birdkit was the second born, strong and healthy. Just her, her parents, her siblings, and this new world. She can still recall hearing her mother's mew for the first time after her ears opened up. Birdkit and Owlkit grew at a regular pace, within weeks they could stand and adventure camp, cause trouble, and mirror the apprentices. Cloudkit, however, did not grow as fast, he was still small when Birdkit and Owlkit were running around. Birdkit wasn't as fond of her little brother as Owlkit was. She respected her healthy brother but not Cloudkit. Cloudkit was weak. Time went on and she grew up. As Birdkit reached 5 moons she started to ponder about the future. As an apprentice it was her duty to learn new fighting styles and protect the clan from danger. Reaching 6 moons, she was ready. Here comes apprenticehood. ⇥ apprenticeship Apprenticeship. The word brought shivers to Birdkit at first thought but when the day approached of her ceremony she was electrified with excitement. Birdrunner could promise to repeat those same words she heard from word to tone." Badgerstep, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You had received excellent training from Speckledfall, and you have shown yourself to be fearless and down-to-earth. You will be the mentor of Birdpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to her." Those words changed everything. Especially the last sentence. Her new name. Her mentor, who was on the heavier side, was a kind and welcoming cat, however Birdpaw wasn't fond of him. First day. Birdpaw was a responsible kitten, never leaving camp, so when Badgerstep brought her into the outside world everything changed. Towering trees, rushing waterfalls, open fields. It was more than she had imagined in her daydreams nestled with her mother. Within the next 7 sunrises her excitement changed to questioning. Will she pass on future tests? Will she be a good warrior? Is she letting her mentor down? Her gratitude to training had now turned into a burden. Wasn't apprenticeship suppose to be about training and not changing bedding and prying ticks from elder's tangled fur? Birdpaw suddenly had her doubts about her mentor. He had no clue what he was doing. Mouse dung. Nobody knew what they were doing. Expectations shattered, Birdpaw struggled to put her all into work. During her downfall of training her grandfather, Whitenose, passed away of illness. Life was suppose to better when she grew up, not crumble to her paws. What was happening? Soon two more of her family members passed as she questioned herself, Hersonriver and Vixenstep. Now training was no more than a train wreck. Badgerstep pushed to try harder when Birdpaw was releasing her anger out on training, doing her very best. Her breaking point. This is when dark things crept in. Like the monsters under the bush or the cold chills when you feel something watching you. Like a twig snapping in a dark forest or a horror story told by Queens. It snuck in through the cracks and developed a monster inside Birdpaw's brain. Worthless, alone, unworthy. Birdpaw was relentless, she tried to run from the things burdening her afternoons. You can never be a warrior! Become stronger! The world is cruel! Only the best survive. It dripped like blood from her eyes. Everything was different now. Birdpaw took up training with ease. She perfected moves that only the advanced would try, even making her own moves. Her death strike being her all-time favorite. On the dawn of her third moon training her mom woke her up to have a talk with her. Birdpaw struggled from her nest and joined her, on a stroll through the new-leaf forest. Her mother, Palelcoud, informed Birdpaw of her lack of femininity, her lack of elegance. How she was just brute strength. The apprentice took up an argument, trying to change her mother's mind but her mother was persistent. The dusk of that day, after their talk, Birdpaw snuck to the river where her mother was sat, grooming her fur. The apprentice leapt out and clutched her mother's white throat with her claws. There she effectively stated how battle won over elegance. She choked to death. Palecloud died at the paws of Birdpaw who sat by her, cleaning her own wounds and paws as if she had just finished an average battle. That night Birdpaw realized she wasn't normal and that her mother was now dead because of her. Welcome to the dark side, Birdpaw. The voice than became a person to her, another a cat living in her brain. She called him Vatu for some time but soon just referred to him as 'The Void' or 'The other'. It fitted him more. Like a little friend lodged inside her noggin. Her mother's death brought shocking news to the clan, and it even burdened Birdpaw. She than vowed to preform battle with more elegance, to bring vengeance to her mother's death. Birdpaw soon found it unnecessary to speak to anyone but her leader, mentor, and the void. Afternoons she spent strolling the forest after training, muttering gleefully to the other. Calming. At peace. Finally. Birdpaw, who had spent much time with her mentor, learned how to direct anger away from others, verbally. The training with Badgerstep proved to be worthless, without a real enemy to fight, nobody to sink her claws into. So she continued to learn moves on other cats, including Tawnyfire, her other grandmother. When Birdpaw wasn't attacking helpless cats or talking to nobody in particular she was running. Dawns and dusks, she would rocket out of camp and stride to the farthest corner to watch the sunrise or set of maybe even just run for the heck of it. During her whole appretinceship Birdpaw grew disconnected with her kin, only talking to them once every two or three sunrises. Within moons it was the eve of her final assessment. She was practicing her horrifyingly bad swimming and climbing whilst stressing about the future when she finally thought about it. Being a warrior. It didn't strike fear in her but rather, more power. She could become a deputy after that, or lead a patrol and/or a battle! She was ready. The next day came like rapid fire, burning with fear but bright with excitement. Birdpaw spent her afternoon catching prey from the corners in the forests and fighting her kin in battles. It soon came to dusk and Birdpaw was perched by the leader's rock waiting for her new identity. The voice in her head echoing over and over. Where did I go wrong? ⇥ life as a warrior It was over in a split second but for Birdpaw it felt like an eternity. Birdrunner. The leader had seen her run and there was no doubt she was fast. Birdrunner. She was agile on her feet but with a touch of feminine like her mother had raised her. Birdrunner. Like starting over. However that voice was still there. Shoot. Never mind starting over. Here she was, ready to take on life without distractions of cleaning dens and washing elders. Nope. She was ready for whatever the world was going to throw at her. Then she fell off a tree and broke her foot. Nice going, Birdrunner, nice way to start your new name. That night Birdrunner sat, perched by the exit of camp, and waited for something to happen. Her first job was easy, sitting awake through the night. She had stayed up all night before, thinking about life and straining the life out her father. Next night, her father killed himself. Well there goes that idea. He had killed himself from overwhelming depression after Palecloud died, he had attempted it before but this time he actually died. Birdrunner didn't find much struggle in her warrior life, there wasn't too much commotion. Her uncle died and her kin were still being annoying. Not too improvement there. Her new life has proven her well and she accepts it like the voice in her head. I'm here to stay. [/fancypost]
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"If you do what you need, you’re surviving. If you do what you want, you’re living"
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"Peace can not be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding'
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