Posts by femmepig

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    SEX » female
    GENDER » she-cat
    SEXUALITY » straight
    AGE » 13 moons
    RANK » warrior
    THEME SONG » So Sad, So Sad by VARSITY




    PELT COLOR » white and black with bright splotches of orange
    EYE COLOR » pale orange
    SCARS» she has a long scar on her mouth and a fair amount of bruises




    PERSONALITY » Shellfeather is a usually quiet and reserved cat. She is a hopeless romantic and spends her spare time near the beach, watching the waves. She prefers not to be in large groups of cats and mainly keeps to herself. She seems to be positive to others but deep down she's the most negative towards herself. She always thinks everything is her fault and she has a habit of pulling the hair around her paws out when she's stressed. She loves to help around in the nursery instead of going on partrols with other cats.
    LIKES » the beach, solitude, daydreaming, kits, the sand
    DISLIKES » crowded areas, sudden movements, hunting, herself, running
    STRENGTHS » swimming, caring for younger cats
    WEAKNESSES » hunting, speaking infront of others, running
    FEARS » faliure, messing up, having nobody ever love her again, agressive male cats
    DREAMS » to be a fantastic mother to her kits
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    MOTHER » Molly
    FATHER » unknown
    BROTHERS AND SISTERS » none
    OTHER KIN » n/a




    RELATIONSHIP STATUS » single
    CRUSH » may develop
    MATE » n/a
    KITS » n/a




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    ACTIVITY » 9/10
    PLOT IDEAS » ill voice it if i have any (:
    OTHER » Rising tides
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    Shellfeather felt the hot rays of the sun on her thick orange-splotched fur. She knew if she would stay any longer, she would burn up. She finally got up in the den and looked around with her amber colored eyes. She seemed to be the last one to get up. She shrugged and stretched, appreciating the quiet solitude. Shellfeather licked her fur a bit before she cautiously walked out and into the open, signalling that she was awake. She ignored the morning chatter of the stirring cats and she eyed the fresh-kill pile hungrily. She then looked around at the other cats who were having breakfast. Did she really deserve this? She shook her head and went into a shady part of the cave and started to groom her knotted fur, trying to ignore the never ending hunger in the pit of her stomach. This was the third time she skipped having fresh-kill during the crack of dawn, but she was okay with it. As long as her clanmates were happy, she was happy too.


    NAME: redfeather
    - future names: n/a
    - nicknames: red
    - former names: red, redpaw
    SEX: male
    - gender: male
    SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual
    - romantic orientation: panromantic
    AGE: 13 moons
    ALLIANCE: shiftclan
    - former alliances: a rouge
    RANK: warrior
    - former ranks: rouge, apprentice
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    FULL APPEARANCE: a slim albino cat with glistening white, long fur with ruby-red eyes
    - eye color: red eyes
    - pelt color: albino white
    - build: super slim and skinny, barely any muscles
    - markings: n/a
    MUTATIONS: n/a
    - scars: he has scars all over his paws and legs and back but are covered by his thick fur
    ACCESSORIES: n/a


    SPIRIT ANIMAL: arctic fox


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    FULL PERSONALITY: Red is a quiet specimen who prefers to be alone, but if you spark some interest in him he might just manipulate you to fulfill his own needs. On the outside he is sly and cunning but deep down he is very loyal to his clan and would sacrifice his life to help his leader. He is very creative and has a deep burning passion for his clan, but since he spends a lot of time by himself and in his own head none of his clanmates really know how he feels about them. Once mad, Redfeather tends to insult others as an defense mechanism and he usually regrets lashing out afterwards. Surprisingly he is very good with kits and would love to be a father one day.
    - quirks: he gets annoyed easily and loves to be by himself


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    RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single
    - crushing on: may develop
    - Mate: n/a
    [i]- Offspring: n/a
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    SIBLING(S): n/a
    - adoptive sibling(s): n/a
    MOTHER: n/a
    - adoptive mother(s): n/a
    FATHER: n/a
    - adoptive father(s): n/a
    BEST FRIEND: may develop
    - other friends: may develop
    ARCHENEMY: may develop
    - other enemies: may develop
    OTHER: star

    Username : femmepig
    Name : featherpaw
    Gender : female
    Rank : apprentice
    Age : seven moons
    Appearance :
    History : Featherpaw was born in a farm along the territory of Forestclan. Her name was Marilyn at the time and her family was driven out of the farm and left her. Due to the lack of kits, one of the old warriors took her in. She then was raised in Forestclan unaware of her previous past.
    Personality : shes a generous femme who loves to play with the kits in the nursery. Featherpaw is very shy and doesn't talk that much to others. She loves flowers and spends her time picking them and putting them inside the apprentices den next to her nest, which usually annoys her denmates but she ignores it
    Mate : n/a
    Crush : may develop
    Kits : n/a
    Mentors : you can choose ?
    Apprentices : n/a
    Kin : n/a
    Other : Blinks squad


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    Name: Reedfur
    Rank: Warrior
    Gender: Female
    Eye Color: pale emerald green
    Pelt Color: a brown pale tabby
    Markings/Scars: white socks and a white belly, a deep scar on his tail
    Appearance: ^^
    Personality: She's really friendly towards others and loves other cats company. She's an hopeless romantic and would love to have a mate one day. She sometimes comes across as loud but she just wants some company. Shes extremely bubbly and loves to help out her clanmates as much as she can.
    Kits:n/a
    Mate:may develop
    Past:She was born and raised at Reedclan.
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    Name: Jetpaw
    Rank: Apprentice
    Gender: male
    Eye Color: pale green
    Pelt Color: pure black
    Markings/Scars: he has two deep scars in his right pawpad and a scar behind his left hind leg
    Appearance: ^^
    Personality: He doesn't trust anyone but he is very smart. He is known to be very observant of his surroundings but silent. Some cats try to befriend him but they always end up never staying with him due to the fact he never attempts to nurture the relationship they are trying to give him. He rather just be alone. He's very skilled when it comes to running and hunting but he loathes the water.
    Kits:n/a
    Mate:n/a
    Past: he was abandoned by his parents and was on his own for most of his kidhood, making him extremely cold and believing that everything is temporary. shellclan then found him and he reluctantly joined them, despite never trusting them in the first place
    Other:

    Redfeather watched the two with interested eyes. He was laying in the shadows of the camp blinking slowly, then licking his fur. He yawned and watched the excited apprentice. It was nice to see a apprentice so eager to learn something from his mentor. Almost made him want to be a mentor. ' No.. ' He shook that thought away. He would be lucky if he even was elected as a mentor. Redfeather was afterall a sour cat and any apprentice would hate to have him as a mentor to them. Well.. That's what he thought anyway... He quickly buried his head in his paws trying to blend in with his surroundings. That never worked anyway, for he was white as snow. His red eyes would also make him a plain giveaway to the surroundings unless it was winter.

    Featherpaw yawned and stretched, then walking out of the empty den. She looked at the blurry camp and blinked about three more times before she could see clearly. The female then walked towards the fresh kill pile and grabbed a small mouse, looking for her mentor. She looked around and couldnt find her in site. Featherpaw then dropped the mouse at her paws and sighed and mumbled to herself " I guess I have to eat by myself again... " She said looking down at the small morsel at her paws. Why would anyone want to share with her anyway? She shook away those thoughts and ate the tiny carcass in one bite, and then started watching the stirring clan.

    " O-Oh.. Me?? " The she-cat looked at the small kitten. Her name was Featherkit, as she recalled. She chuckled at the similar named kit. " Well Featherkit.. My names Featherpaw. " She then looked down at her paws and smiled at the kits name " How ironic. " The apprentice said to herself purring softly. She loved kits. They were so full of joy and just so lovable.

    occ || its okay they must of misread.


    Redfeather bared his teeth at the sudden touch and put his head up to see a long furred femme. He squinted his crimson eyes and then remembered that she is one of his denmates that he once briefly observed in his lifetime of being in this clan. Redfeather looked at her with sly eyes and said eyeing her suspiciously " What do you want? " then he got a little annoyed at the fact of her placing her paw on his head. What type of cat would do such a thing? He was perfectly fine with being alone but she had to interrupt him. How rude.


    The tired she-cat decided to go for a swim. She cautiously walked out of the cave-like camp and into the sandy beach. She got so excited seeing the beautiful waves that she ran forward but due to the lack of claws she fell forward and got a mouthful of sand. That was when she remembered why she hated running. She got up and shook the sand from her fur and started to slowly get a steady walk going. Life was hard not having claws to support her but she learned how to cope. She sometimes envied her clanmates for having them and being way better at running then her. She sighed and watched the waves with envious eyes, the water making its way to her paws. The salty water stung her raw paws, but she ignored the pain, looking at the clouds. " Today sure is lovely.. " She murmured to herself


    " Well maybe when you turn into an apprentice, I'll be your mentor! " Featherpaw joked to herself, letting out a mrrow of laughter. Her humor was confusing to the point where only she could laugh at her own jokes. She appreciated the kitten for keeping her company though, while she waited for her mentor. She then snapped back to reality and sighed " Well it isn't all fun and games when you don't have friends.. Or a mentor who is on time with training. " But she smiled at the kit and said softly " But it will probably be fun to be a apprentice for you! You seem like a kit with a kind heart. " She said closing her eyes and looking out of the entrance of the camp

    Featherpaw smiled at Featherkit. " Thank you, Featherkit. You're so kind to me. I bet you will soon develop into the most amazing warrior ever. "She looked at Rushpaw and smiled down at the kid " I have to go, but maybe we can talk again sometime? See you later! " She then looked at him and blinked. " Hey Rushpaw. I was gonna ask you earlier if you wanted to go hunting, but I guess you read my mind already " She said and laughed a little " My mentor seems to be sleeping in today so we might as well go together. " Featherpaw said studying her paws. She then looked into his eyes and smiled " It's okay if you don't want to. I wouldn't want to go hunting with me either to be honest " She said and chuckled a little

    Featherpaw changed her expression from relaxed to determined, " Oh really? We will see about that. " She said smirking at the other tom. " Don't back out on me, alright? " She joked with the male smiling at him. " Come on! Lets go then! " Featherpaw said then ran out of the camp and into the sunlight. It made her orange splotches glow in the morning light. She loved hunting, the feeling of running through the forest with the wind hitting her fur and the leaves lightly touching the femme. She truly loved it here. She snapped back into reality and waited for the tom to catch up with her.

    Redfeather felt anger bubbling from the pit of his chest. " Don't loose your temper, don't loose your temper.. " He recited over and over to himself. His fur bristled at the apprentice. He sighed and then heard his leader defend him. " Thank you.. " Redfeather said, standing up fully now. The tom was fairly big but only because of his long fur white fur. " You don't have to apologize just... Tell your sister to not just touch people.. A simple hello would've been nice.. " He said, glaring into the apprentices eyes with a neutral expression. " All that chitchats gonna get you hurt one day.. " He said and curled back into a ball, his back facing his clanmates.

    Featherpaw felt a wave of disappointment coat her from her nose to her tail. She sighed and said " Okay maybe after training? " She knew he was probably long gone by now. She sighed and thought to herself ' Maybe I should just hunt by myself. ' Featherpaw then agreed with herself and began to sprint down the lush forest. The calico she-cat stopped and then sniffed their territory for any mice.

    Redfeather grumbled to himself, debating on weather he should apologize to the she-cat, or just sleeping all day. Sleeping all day sounded wonderful, but that would be what a rude cat would do. Not that he wasn't rude or anything. He sighed and got up once again, looking for the female who interacted with him earlier. The albino male finally found the other female, walking up to her silently. He then poked the she-cat on the head and said " Boop! " Redfeather was somewhat mocking the she-cat, but the humor in his voice gave outsiders an idea of forgiveness. " Sorry that we got off on a rough start but.. Hello, my name's Redfeather. And.. What's your name? Forgive me I have never really heard your name before. " He said sounding a little embarrassed.

    Featherpaw caught a smell of a dove and started to slowly stalk her prey. She then got a closer look of the bird. It was surprisingly plump looking. She licked her maw and wiggled her hind legs and jumped forward grabbing a clawful of feathers and falling onto the ground. She quickly pulled the fleeing bird towards her with her free paw and grabbed its head with her mouth by accident. Featherpaw then got up and shook it. She was overcome with joy. She finally caught a bird! It has been a struggle for her to catch any type of bird but she did it. It was a messy catch but at least she caught it. She dropped it and grabbed onto its neck for a better grip and headed to the camp. The bird's stray feathers got tangled in her fur during the messy encounter, but she didn't notice. She walked into the camp and dropped the bird into the fresh-kill pile, a feather falling from her head while she did so.