Posts by Liturate

Name: Hedgewing
Gender: Female
Age: 29 moons
Rank: Deputy? If not warrior
Appearance:

Personality: Rather active despite her long fur, Hedgewing is a happy-go-lucky type of cat. She's always silent, muted you might call her. She is smart, with a good sense of safety and knowledge. Hedgewing is one of those cats that put herself before others in battle, making sure the other cat doesn't get injured.
History: The young she-cat was not Clan-born, but was a loner. She grew up as a kittypet, though, as she was stolen in her early stages and never got to meet her parents. Her foolish ways got herself locked out for a day by her Twolegs. Hedgewing just ran away, not caring for the world about her masters. When she was finally free, she worked hard to seek out her sister, whom later was murdered by her best friend. Hedgewing was depressed, and that in fact is what made her muted. She ran away again, never stopping, never eating, nor drinking. When she finally came upon SpookClan, she was dehydrated, starving, and heart-broken. She slowly rebuilt her life in the Clan, choosing to stay with them.
Kin: Deceased
Crush/Mate/Kits: None/Open/None

Introduction

The long-haired tabby she-cat shifted in her nest, blinking to get the fuzzy tiredness from her brown-gold eyes. She stretched once, her claws digging into the moss. Hedgewing shook awake, plodding from her nest in a unhurried fashion. The young fae made her way through the barn, sitting down besides the entrance, head bending to groom her fur.

OOC: I won't be on this evening because I'm spending the night at a friend's house.

Track.

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Skykit || Skypaw || Skycloud
Users Nickname: [color=black]Lit
Cat's current name: Skycloud
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Female
Looks: Skycloud is a small, elegant she-cat with fluffy light blue-gray fur. She has white splotches clouding her body, and she has white stripes under each eye. Her chin and ears are white. Skycloud's eyes are a deep icy blue, holding her confidence.
crush/mate/kits: She doesn't have her eye on anyone, but is gradually forming feelings for Hailstar/None/None
other: I will not be on much because I have exams and school

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gender: male.
age: thirty-nine moons.
rank: leader of snowclan(?)
desired rank: leader

appearance: rowanstar is a mottled mackerel tabby tom. he has central brown fur and a neat black line running down his back. stripes branch out from the line, hence the mackerel's pattern. rowanstar's legs are striped boldly with black, but his hind-legs are more faint. light brown speckles his underbelly. rowanstar has a white chest, with a little dash on his face. he has neat white paws and brown-ish gold eyes.
personality: wip, need to write out a nice personality

mate/crush: n/a but open
kin: n/a
history : rowanstar was clan-born and led a good and healthy life

other: i am sorry for how the picture turned out in a post. and i won't be on much because i have exams this week
theme song: locked away by adam levine
roleplay sample: wip

(c) Angel[hr][/justify]

OOC: I will edit this post in a bit into a roleplay post.

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ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ﹕wolfpaw
ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ﹕wolfsong
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ﹕ female
ᴀɢᴇ ﹕twenty-nine
ʀᴀɴᴋ ﹕warrior

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ﹕wolfsong is one of those cats who just keep themselves locked away. she is a hard worker, but, you know, hardly talks. no one has ever been trusted deeply by wolfsong, and she's dedicated to keeping her secrets, well, secret.
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs ﹕bats (dont judge k)
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ﹕noise and discouragement
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ﹕hunting
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ﹕fighting
Dɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs ﹕n/a

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ﹕wolfsong is a very dark brown fae (almost black) with golden-yellow eyes. she is slender and somewhat tall with a young facial expression, and a white dash on her chest.
Bʀᴇᴇᴅ ﹕havana brown
ғᴜʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ﹕silky
sᴄᴀʀs/ᴀᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs ﹕a scar over her left eye

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ﹕wolfsong was born outside of shiverclan. when her mother had her and her siblings, wolffy's father left them. her mother, unable to take care of four bundling kits, decided to leave them. she left them each at a different twoleg nest. when wolffy was at least a year and a half, she escaped through a slightly open window in her twoleg's bathroom. after a few days of traveling, she met a badger, as which gave her her scar. when she was finally on the verge of collapsing of exhaustion, she ran into shiverclan, and she rebuilt her life there.
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ﹕unknown
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ﹕xena - supposedly deceased
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ﹕three unknown siblings
Kɴᴏᴡɴ ᴋɪɴ﹕n/a

Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ﹕straight
Cʀᴜsʜ ﹕n/a
Mᴀᴛᴇ ﹕ open
Kɪᴛs ﹕open

Cᴏᴋᴇ ᴏʀ Pᴇᴘsɪ﹖ ﹕ ﹙ʏᴇs ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ﹚coke
Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ﹕Liturate
Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ : depends on the day. but this week is my exam week so there you have it folks. (usually 7/10
Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ ﹕ ﹙ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ﹚
Pʟᴏᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ﹕maybe she could run away for a few moons, then coming back begging for acceptance but instead having to fight for it or something (k)
Oᴛʜᴇʀ ﹕candiate for deputy? doctor who even though i havent watched much of it rn
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I added them in! Sorry i had to get off to study my exam today.

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Nickname(s);; wip, i can finish it tomorrow because i have a half day at school and get off at 11:30

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Tracking

INTRODUCTION &&
fear. the word thumps in your mind as you make your way through a foggy forest. resting your head against a spruce tree, you groan in exhaustion and sadness. wishing you had never left your family to explore, you decide to turn back around and make your way through the dense cloud. with the sudden whisper that caused you to throw your head up, you glance around, your fur seeming hot even in the cool northern wind. with no knowning that a pale white feminine had landed silently behind you, you make your way out the treed maze. a cat landed neatly in front of you, a cool look on its face but a aggressive background in its golden irises. "who are you, stranger? are you a danger to the rebelium?" with newfound fear, you spin around, only to find the white feminine grinning coldly. "i-im ________" you stammer speechlessly. "hm. alabaster, would he/she be a good recruit to us?" the gold-eyed feline mewed casually. "we are yet to know, my young cadet, yet to know." the one named alabaster muttered. with a sudden hit to the side of the head forcedly, the cadet knocked you out.

the territory is fogged almost all year by the dense clouds, only the summer being clear. it is a maze of trees, mixed of spruce and dark oak. only the rebelium knows their way around this perplexing maze. normal prey like mouse and vole are not found here. they hunt birds of prey; falcons and hawks, using traditional hunting skills passed on from a mysterious tribe. their territory claims a large area of space, including the sacred pond(link), the the winter mountains(link), and the legend's gray-jay(link, again).

the rebelium's camp is a little in, a little out of their territory. they take sanctuary in a crumbling cobblestone building. they have dug in piles of stones to make their dens. the elites are found in the largest den, which was actually hand-made by the cats. the cadets' den is acrossside the elites. the scraps are found in a more comfortable den made out of wet dirt and medium sized stones. the wisdom carriers are found besides the scraps, made out of the same material. the practitioner's den is selectedly out of the camp, but on the side of the fallen building.

[font=georgia][color=white]rector - the leader of the group. carries out important events within the rebelium. sometimes leads patrols.
[1/1] - alabaster

commander - like the deputy of a clan. carries out things that the leader has no time for.
[0/2] open - open

practitioner - the medicine cat of the rebelium. collects plants if any, heals o3o
[0/2] open - open
practitioner's cadet - second in line to practitioner
[0/2] open - open

elites - the warriors and defenders of the rebelium. fights and hunts, leads raids if not by the commander
[0/---]

cadets - the apprentices of the rebelium. trains under the guidance of elites
[1/---](MUST NOT OVERWHELM ELITES)
link

predecessors - the mothers of the rebelium. expecting scraps if not already given birth
[0/10]

scraps - the kits.
[0/40]

wisdom carriers - the elders of the rebelium
[0/10]

-decides to make a male cause eh-

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ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ﹕smallpaw
ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ﹕smallstripe
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ﹕ male
ᴀɢᴇ ﹕30 moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ ﹕warrior

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ﹕a kind and gentle tom, smally is that one cat who believes he can do anything even when's he's small. a somewhat troublemaker, smallstripe likes to prank other cats, but not often.
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs ﹕constellations, being a night owl, snow
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ﹕rain, climbing trees, his pelt
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ﹕fighting, picking up scents, tracking
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ﹕hunting, complex fighting movements, the sun
Dɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀs ﹕n/a

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ﹕smallstripe is, well, a small Toyger. he has a mottled ginger coat with bold black stripes. golden eyes and a white muzzle.
Bʀᴇᴇᴅ ﹕Toyger (der so cute)
ғᴜʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ﹕Soft and silky, sheeny
sᴄᴀʀs/ᴀᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs : n/a

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ﹕he was born on the verge of a different clan, corrupted by chaos and panic. his mother and father escaped from that certain clan and ran away. his father, unable to supply food for him and his mother, just abandoned them one night. his mother died of depression and old age. smallstripe wore on, finally finding shiverclan and coming to rest with them
Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ﹕unknown; he ran away when smallstripe was a young kit
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ﹕alabaster; deceased of depression and age
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ﹕unknown
Kɴᴏᴡɴ ᴋɪɴ﹕unknon

Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ﹕straight
Cʀᴜsʜ ﹕open
Mᴀᴛᴇ ﹕ wants
Kɪᴛs ﹕wants

Cᴏᴋᴇ ᴏʀ Pᴇᴘsɪ﹖ ﹕ all this is on wolfsong's form.
Sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ﹕
Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ﹕
Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ ﹕ ﹙ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ﹚
Pʟᴏᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ﹕
Oᴛʜᴇʀ ﹕
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could i take you up on this offer?

well, it depends on what day. i will be pretty active tomorrow morning before i go to do some service hours at my barn. im so glad today wasn't wednesday or thursday because i had my exams.

like i said, it depends.

Name: Maplesigh
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Feminine
Appearance: x / x / x (these are all the same cat but from different positions)
Personality: Meet me, im tired
History: clan-born
Crush: Stormstar
Mate: Open
Kits: None
Other: Wish

i would prefer public because i never actually did private before.

sign up is rather better for me, and i don't mind if you make it

i'll make one up in a second to use

i can change some things if you want me to ^^