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  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

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    [size=9]doe is the aged up version of my old ext sunclan character fawn oh my god
    aLSO LOOK AT HER ART / AVATAR
    SHE'S AMAZING ISNT SHE
    ykno sun is old enough to be her mom,, and fawn colors,,,,,,
    im tempted to ask if sun could b her mom bc she's 12-13 moons old

  • SKYCLAN CHAT + PLOT THREAD V.2

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    ooh im tempted to ask if they could be older so that doe is the young child and is constantly having to prove herself and thats why she's always so nervous/anxious

  • LOVE IS NOT A CHOICE — open, introduction

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    [size=8]Doelight took very much after her mother in many aspects. Especially in appearance. The fawn-colored fur that earned her the prefix she bore, with light amber eyes that were a less-intense version of her mother's that earned her the suffix of her name. Her small size was definitely from her mother, as well, Doelight being only a measly seven pounds in weight. However, she, unlike her mother, was lean and rather long-legged. She had learned her politeness and manners from her mother, her kindness, her sweet nature; most of it was from her mother. If someone had only just met the pair, it would be extremely evident at every aspect that they were mother and daughter.


    Padding out of the warriors' den with an extended stretch, dipping her back as she felt her muscles straighten out as she tried to rid herself of sleepiness. And then she spotted her mother, which brought a smile to her maw. Not the usual, small and polite smile, instead it was something bright and loving only in the way a daughter could love her mother. Admiration and respect shined in her bright eyes as she padded toward her mother while sparing a glance toward the fresh-kill pile, pondering if she wanted to eat whatever remaining prey there before a hunting patrol brought back more, or brave an empty stomach and wait for fresh prey, after others were fed first, of course. It would be disastrously rude to take fresh food before those who worked for it and those who needed it most got their pick first.


    Setting such thoughts aside, she looked toward her mother again, deciding to start a conversation. Unlike conversing with her clan-mates, speaking with her mother was easy and natural, especially when it was just them or perhaps another cat or two. "Good morning, Mother," she greeted, never once forgetting her polite tone that always accentuated her voice. "How are you?" Doelight inquired to Sunrose, settling two mouse-lengths away in a Sphinx-link position, her shortened tail swishing slightly behind her, no less fluffy than it had been when she had lost the rest of it on the day her apprenticehood began. StarClan knew well enough that she was still easily embarrassed about the incident.

  • like wolves without teeth [&] open, introduction

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    [size=8]Doelight turned to look at Tatteredpelt, and felt shame burn at her ears and her smile falter in the slightest of ways near the corners. Usually she was rather successful in her hunting trips, taking pride in the many catches she had dropped in the fresh-kill pile in her time as both apprentice and new warrior. Especially how, at the beginning of her apprenticehood, she had lost two thirds of her tail to a fox trap, which had hindered her balance for an entire moon. It would have put a warrior back for much longer, with them having to relearn their way of balance. Luckily for her, she was young and learned fast, so it hadn't affected her training too much. It hadn't taken long to be up and training just as much as the other apprentices, sometimes even excelling.


    "Oh, um," she started, trying to prolong the time before she answered as best she could. She didn't want to, but the expectations were there. She was young, she was trying to prove she was a worthy asset of the clan, trying to make her seniors proud of her. Not bringing in prey during leaf-bare certainly did not do that. However, she eventually submitted to answering and gritting her teeth through the shame as she spoke, "Not as fortunate as I would like. Only a mere vole." Her eyes averted themselves to her paws when she shifted her weight to her right, a classic sign of when the she-cat was nervous.


    "I'm just grateful I caught something. I know others aren't as lucky in tough seasons like leaf-bare," she murmured finally, her voice soft as her shoulders sagged in just the slightest manner before she raised her head once again. "I'm hoping to take some time to rest and go out before sundown, at the very least," she voiced, casting a quick glance toward the forest that was so close by and trees she would climb to try and find birds, since finding anything else was so unlikely unless you sniffed out the den of hibernating prey.

  • [&] plot with doelight of skyclan

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    Doelight is the daughter of Sunrose, and is a recently made warrior of SkyClan. She is 12-13 moons old, and is rather poor at fighting, but a skilled huntress. She's very polite and kind thanks to her mother's teachings. Unbeknownst to her she's easy to trust (innocent, can't fight, kind, polite), and once she has earned someone's trust she'll do whatever she can to make sure she doesn't lose it. She honestly wants to be a good friend, reliable, and easy to trust. Doelight herself easily puts her trust in people, and this can lead to her to poor situations.


    Not to mention, Doe has severe anxiety and nervousness issues, easily getting overly anxious or nervous in various situations. Being one of the youngest in her family, she wants to make a name for herself, she wants to make her family proud to share her blood. Thus, she is always self-conscious of what she is doing, always obeying the warrior code and doing what she can to help her clan.


    There are various plots that can occur with her, but I want to keep her in one piece for a while.


    Now, Doelight is open to friends, adopting younger siblings, idols, friendly rivals, helping someone with their problems, short-term relationships, and anything generally good!!. Doelight is not open to long-term relationships, litters, maiming, injury, or anything of such sorts. If anything isn't listed, feel free to ask!!

  • SKYCLAN SHIPPING THREAD

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    [size=8]GONNA ADMIT IT NOW THIS IS QUE THE MAJOR SHIPPER AND I THOUGHT ABOUT SUN X TATTERED AND THEN DOE X NIGHT AND IF BOTH HAPPENED THAT WOULD MAKE NIGHT AND DOE STEPSIBLINGS [??]
    if i got heritage right but dont count on it im forgetful

  • SKYCLAN SHIPPING THREAD

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    [size=8]i full-on support that
    bc i was sworn not to hurt this ray of sunshine but it doesnt mean i cant have her find love

  • INTO THE VOID [&] OPEN, DEAD BODY

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    [size=8]Like Leopard, Doelight had been out on her own. She was just on one of her common lone hunting trips, most of which were left unannounced due to how common they were. If she wasn't home by sunrise the next morning, they would be worried, it was that simple. She had heard the squeal, ears flicking up curiously at the sound. It didn't sound like it was from prey, certainly not. She out of all of them should know the sound of various squeals of prey. No, this one was different in ways she could not yet describe, but would be able to soon.


    Picking up her paws and twisting from her sneaking position, the young, lilac and white-speckled warrior ducked through the brush, soon coming upon the scene and immediately wishing she hadn't. The kill wasn't that bad, not as bad as what she could possibly see later in her life, but it still made her want to retch. Just the thought of someone being dead made her sick to her stomach. The loss of a sentient life, how could anyone stand for such a thing. Perhaps if it were the cruelest of souls, but not an innocent apprentice.


    Doelight had not known him well, the apprentice. She was aware some wouldn't concern themselves with the death of the youth, but she certainly would. She knew it would bite at the back of her mind, doggedly gnawing at her nerves like a worrisome hound. She would mourn the loss of the life and give a silent promise that they would not be disrespected in the afterlife, just as she always did when one of her clan-mates died. Which, luckily for her, didn't happen very often.


    This was different, though. This was an apprentice. He had his whole life ahead of him. He could become a warrior, fight for his clan, take a mate, have a family, perhaps even become deputy, or leader. But no, his life was cut too short, too early. StarClan couldn't will this, and she prayed that they welcomed the apprentice wholeheartedly and gave him what he deserved, whatever it was. That was not the only thing that clawed at Doelight's conscious, however. Something else was whispering in her ears like the wind, a gentle caress that brought a dark shadow over her mind and a fear in her gold eyes, so similar to her mother's.


    The apprentice's death was no mere accident, no, it was a murder. A murder that reeked so much of BloodClan, of a clan that made the usually peaceful and calm warrior want to claw someone's pelts into ribbons. This was the type of event that made Doelight wish she were good at fighting and had a body built for it, and not for hunting. Made her want to be fearsome. She wished, in these moments, that she had the ability to tear them limb from limb and make them feel pain and guilt for what they had done, especially whoever was responsible for the murder.


    But, Doelight was not fearsome, was not built for fighting, did not possess the ability to beat BloodClan into a pulp of crowfood and leave their remains for the monsters that lurked the streets of the city. Instead, she would hunt and provide while others handled such duties. She would make sure those who died got their proper burials, the respect they deserved, and the guilty were punished. She was no fighter, but she had other duties that more better suited her instead of following the path of warmonger.


    "Elders or not, he was young. This.. does not-- is not justifiable in any clan, in any philosophy, in any way, shape, or form. The body must be cleaned, dressed, and laid to rest in the lands StarClan has graciously blessed us with, by whoever it must be. It is the right of any clan-member, is it not?" she said, speaking quietly. She did not think much of her words, speaking from her heart, but not so much her soul. Whoever committed this crime, whoever killed the young apprentice who's name she didn't even know-- Well, to say the least, she hoped their life was on of pain and misery, as uncharacteristic as it was for Doelight. Even so as a small tear for what was lost slipped down her cheek, dripping with her anger and sorrow for the poor apprentice that had fallen victim to a BloodClanner's teeth and claws.

  • [*] Plot with Smokepaw of Shadowclan

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    [size=8]maybe he could confide in doe and possibly view her as an older sister/role model
    she's just this bright, nervous ray of sunshine and ive been threatened if i dont keep her that way lmao
    totally up for a human au thread later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)