Posts by Blackvision

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Status Check
Whitestep is a young warrior of 13 moons. He was exiled from ShadowClan when he rose up against a false leader, but he has returned in hopes of rejoining his birth clan.
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What was not to love about Littlenewt? Despite their short time together, and the attitudes that had separated them, Whitestep felt as if they couldn't be closer. Although he knew that wasn't true, there many things he would like to tell the smaller tom. And while he was certain Little felt something, he wasn't certain enough to risk rejection. So he smiled at the other tom and replied playfully, "You're pretty far away to be by my side."

He rose his voice, mimicking an echo in hopes of confusing the blind tom. In truth there was only a tail-length between them. A tail-length to much. He was taking a sideways step towards Little when he caught sight of the white she-cat. Queen actually.

He narrowed is eyes in confusion and then widen them in surprise. Softlight? He'd been so worried that things would be different here, and even though this was only one familiar face. It was a face he was happy to see, though they'd never been friends. But being home again, maybe they could be? "Coming home," he responded, mentally kicking himself when he heart a thread of desperation there. "If Raggedstar will have me back."[/fancypost]
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Status Check
Goldenlight is an older warrior of ShadowClan. He isn't doing much as of right now, simply hunting and patrolling.
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Butterflysong was dead? Good riddance, he thought harshly. It was only to bad Thornfang hadn't thought to do something similar.

Shifting to face his clanmates now, listening more intently he rumbled in thought. Sootstar. A traitor to all kinds of clans, wasn't he? And he too dead. It seemed justice was striking back everyone.[/fancypost]
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Status Check
Only 4 moons old Petalkit is relatively new to this world and to BloodClan, where she was born and is being raised. Curious adventures await her.
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Said in such a flat tone made it all sound so final. If only she understand fully what that word meant. But she didn't. So she poked at the body again, twisting her head around to blink at the black tom cat. "When will it be not dead? And what is it anyway?"

Bored with poking the still creature she bound back towards the adults, sniffing curiously around them. Pausing briefly to bat playfully at the pink, squish thing wrapped around Lord Sheo's neck. Stopping at the deputy's paws she grinned up at him with her goofy grin, a certain charm about her, "w-w-w-drat!"

She shook her head and tried again, "What's your name? My momma calls me Petalkit!"[/fancypost]
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Congrats and let the reign of Twostar being! :)

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Status Check
Goldenlight is an older warrior of ShadowClan. He isn't doing much as of right now, simply hunting and patrolling.
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Despite Raggedstar's death life had to go on. During this transition to a new leader they couldn't appear weak or unorganized. Patrols needed to be kept and apprentices still needed to be trained. Which was why, this horribly foggy morning, Goldenlight was waiting near the camps entrance. The smell of swamp grass and moss heavy in the air. Familiar, comforting scents.

And certainly the familiar routines of training would soothe his scattered thoughts. He couldn't afford to be distracted. None of them could.[/fancypost]
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Maybe something with my BloodClan kit Petalkit? She's friendly, curious, weird in the sense that she drinks blood and literally can't understand a lot of simple concepts like death and life and what is/isn't acceptable.

But she certainly needs some friends. XD

So much leader death. D:

Lol, that would be funny. XD

He dipped his head in agreement. But knew that no matter what happened tomorrow it was bound to be good fun, even if he died. It would be a death of honor. But to appease the mother he replied softly, "we will be."

Bump. <3

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In a nutshell
Black is reserved and shy. So afraid of his own emotions that he's learned to keep them at bay, which has caused him to become insensitive about others feelings. Telling hard truths without thinking that they my hurt someone. But despite how collected and cool he might appear to others, he cares deeply about those around him and feels that he will never be able to repay them for taking him in and giving him a purpose in life.

Recent News
Only five moons he, and many generations of his family before him, have been born and raised in captivity. Recently he and his siblings were sold, although their mother fought to keep the humans from them, and separated. He has since escaped his small prison and is searching through ThunderClan desperately for them.[/fancypost]
I have grand plans for Rising Sun and they being in ThunderClan, where he is currently starving and wounded and wondering aimlessly in hopes of finding his family. He's never lived outside the enclosure where he was born and raised, so everything he is seeing is very new to him. He's frightened. Lonely. In pain.

A ThunderClan apprentice will happen upon him, just around the same time that a fox decides to make a meal of him. The ThunderClan cat will save Sun. And in return Sun, mentally and emotionally at his limit will go into a defensive rage and lash out. In this black-out rage he will seriously injure the apprentice, fleeing in shame and terror afterwards.

Still hungry, wounded, and desperate he'll find his way to WindClan. Collapsing here for a patrol to find and take back to camp.

WindClan is where he will be nursed back to health. Although mentally and emotionally he is spent, unwilling to go on without his family. Another sickly kitten in the den quickly finds a way in Sun's heart. Giving him hope and making him realize that he can have another purpose in life. WindClan.

For no reason at all the clan cats took him in and made him better. Their code said they couldn't ignore a kit, but those were simply invisible words with no true hold over a cats decisions. He owed them his life and his loyalty and so he will formally request to join WindClans ranks, to train to protect and feed the clan until his last breath. Which he would...

Skip into the far future when Rising Sun, now Blackvision, is a warrior. He will have a mate and a young litter. And while his life may seem idle, it isn't all what it seems. Randomly he will begin seeing dead, familiar faces in place of his clanmates faces. A few at first, so fast he isn't certain he really saw them. But gradually this will happen more and more. Adding soft, whispering voices that urge him to do unspeakable things.

The dark rages he has so long been afraid of, and had been comfortable enough to forget, will return. He'll lash out at rival clan cats at first, thinking to get rid of the dead faces. But next it will be his own clanmates he attacks, ranting wildly about the dead and how they needed to rest. For this reason he will be quarantined, guarded and isolated.

Until the voices finally push him over the edge and he commits a horrible crime, killing two young kits only just born. Coming out of his rage he realizes what he has done and flees. Scared of himself and scared to be around others. After this point he will slowly start to go insane. Wondering aimlessly and trying to stay isolated. Trying to ignore the dead faces and their voices.

He might attack cats of other clans, and with his WindClan scent it could get his clan in a bit of trouble.

Eventually when his kits are apprentices they will leave together in search of him. Only to find him truly mad at this point, chasing these "faces" and snarling back at the voices only he can hear. They will try to reason with him, but in a small moment of sanity he will flee from them and throw himself off a cliff rather then hurt his own kits. The end.

So now I just need people who are interested in getting involved in his life! As well as a few important plot-related characters. Be sure to suggest anything you don't see on the lists below!

Plot Stuff.
— Need a ThunderClan apprentice to help Sun and nearly be killed by him.
— Need a WindClan kit around his age to be horribly sick in the MC's den that will befriend him.
— Need a future WindClan mate for him. I would love if this could also be the kitten he befriends in the MC den! Will be pretty picky about this as I have some strict rules about litters.
— Two newborn WindClan kits for Sun to kill. Can be two extra kits in a litter that are NPC's for the sake of this plot.

Before he goes crazy.
— Friends
— Rivals

After he goes crazy and leaves WindClan.
— Killing
— Maiming
— Litters. But will be pretty picky about this since I got some high standard litter laws.[/fancypost]
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If you have a cat that Black has meet then feel free to request a spot in the chart. Just leave their name at the very least.[/fancypost]
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Public Knowledge
— He was giving his name, Rising Sun, because the sun rose on his birth. After joining WindClan he will take the prefix Black because of his dark ears. Eventually, after becoming a warrior, he will gain the suffix Vision to complement how perceptive and observant he is.

— Both romantically and sexually he is hetero.

— Currently he is five moons old, having been born on September 4th, 2016.

— Physical Strength: ●●●○○○○○○○
— Mental Strength: ●●○○○○○○○○
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APPEARANCE
— He is a caracal
— Like all of his kind he has a short, but thick, brown ticked coat. With light undersides, chest, and chin. His ears are wide and tall, sporting tufts of fur that help to give him that distinct wildcat look. His eyes are pale shades of amber.

— He is dehydrated, starving, feverish, and suffering from several bite and claw woulds that are infected.
— Old/Healed Wounds: None yet.
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PERSONALITY
— Personality Type: Not Sure (?)

WIP

— Strengths: loyal, dependable
— Weaknesses: predictable
— Fears: that he will not be able to control his rage forever.
— Quirks:
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SOCIAL LIFE
— Clan Opinion: wip

— Mentor:
└ no previous mentors

— Relationship status:
└ no previous relationships

— Friends
└ no soulmate
└ no friends

— Enemies
└ no mortal enemy
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- rolls into thread -

Anyone want to be a bad influence on Petal? Or a thread in general?
I'm loving the dice roll system I have in place for her actions/responses. XD

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Status Check
Only 4 moons old Petalkit is relatively new to this world and to BloodClan, where she was born and is being raised. Curious adventures await her.
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She blinked her wide, green eyes up at Six. More questions burning at the edge of her tongue, such as how and why and could she see? But also how unfair it was that she had to wait? Although she supposed she didn't want kits, she was still a kit herself.

Before she could ask anything of the leader however, Molag Bal began speaking. To her. In a tone she'd never heard before, with a look no one had given her before. As if she were nothing but a bug on the floor. Different emotions rose up in her chest, although none were the most reasonable things a kitten should have been feeling after such a horrible confession. The black and white she-kit stared at him with a look of fascination and awe, head bobbing in a soft circle as if she were agreeing and disagreeing with him at the same time.

Despite not understanding weather what he said was right or wrong, or knowing the meaning of some of the words he used, it sounded all to exciting. Which was why she was confused when he ended his explanation with, "I'm going to hurt you."

Petalkit flinched away, more confused then afraid. But quickly bounced back, puffing her tiny chest out bravely and taking a few hops towards the tom cat. "Well I don't know why you would want to do that," she mewed, "but the rest sounds fun. I think. And why am I a little insect? Why can't I be a big one?" Peaking over him to see the she-cat that had spoken she felt the tips of her ears flush with sudden shyness, curiously asking, "I don't know what hurt feels like, but why not?"[/fancypost]
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Status Check
Only 4 moons old Petalkit is relatively new to this world and to BloodClan, where she was born and is being raised. Curious adventures await her.
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"He he he," the kitten laughed stupidly as she flopped onto her belly. The cold turning her small "he's" into fully belly laugh. Using her back legs to shove herself across the ice, eyes sparkling with glee.

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<p>wip</p>

Totally a torture thread in future, cause she's gonna be into that. XD

And yes they would be awesome! She needs to start fighting and hunting. I can make the thread later, not at a computer right now, unless you want to make it now.

Can dark forest cats give lives?

Like wouldn't it be crazy if somehow a dark forest cat used their power to somehow invade the ceremony at the end and give the leader a cursed life for their last life. So during their last life the leader would have horrible luck, maybe become possessed by the spirit that gave the life.

... Just tossing that idea out there for anyone to use of they wish. :)

Name: Smokekit - paw - cloud
Gender: Male

Appearance: A short furred blue smoke with dark amber eyes.

Personality: I believe I'll do the CDC with this guy as well. Although as a general basis for his personality he will be mulish, assertive, and curious. Very family oriented.

Ideas: After bring told about his father Smokepaw will be infuriated. Not understanding why his mother, the cat he has respected above all others, could have broken the code. Finding it hard to believe she would have mother abominations. He will lash out at her and cut her off, being openly rude to both her and his father.

Despite all of that he is a family oriented Tom and he regrets the words he spoke but can't seem to bring himself to apologise or lower his guard around her anymore. Weather this creates distance between himself and his siblings we'll see.

Pretty much his relationship with his mother gets worse and worse because he will be to prideful to make things right with her.
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I'm gonna do another form to audition for the kit that dies. Because I have an interesting plot idea for that as well.