Posts by Saltstorm

Name ➳ Whitemist.

Age ➳ 25 moons.
Gender ➳ She-cat

Rank ➳ Warrior

Coat Color ➳ White.

Markings ➳ N/A

Eye color ➳ Her eyes possess different colors. One is blue, while the other is a greenish brown.

Physique ➳ Slender and small.

Scars ➳ One on her flank.

Image ➳ See above.

Personality ➳ Whitemist is an introvert with a sharp tongue and an intelligent mind. She likes keeping to herself and being away from the other cats. She is a brave and feisty she-cat that's stubborn as hell and very snappy. Her main demeanor is calm and collective, so it's hard to excite or frazzle her. She has a pretty good sense of humor. At first, Whitemist is clearly rough around the edges, but be patient, she'll warm up eventually. This cat is easily annoyed and quarrelsome. All in All, she is still friendly. She's patient and loyal, plus cooperative and humble. She's pretty independent and won't ask for help unless she really needs it. Whitemist likes to be alone, so she's the 'loner' type. However, oddly enough, this cat has always wanted to be loved in a romantic way. But hell, she'd never admit that. She is a prideful cat that's graceful and a bit sly. (I'll add more.

Likes ➳ Being left alone, stargazing, hazel eyes (Both genders), watching the sunset, full moon walks, peace, and quiet.

Dislikes ➳ Overly confident personalities, cocky cats, being cornered or pinned, loud noises/cats, thunderstorms(She's scared of 'em), lying, and being bossed around.

Strengths ➳ Decent fighting skills, intelligence, her white fur during leafbare, and her climbing skills.

Weakness ➳ Semi poor hunting skills, swimming, her lack of communication skills, being distant, and bigger opponents.

History ➳ Whitemist was born into Nightclan, but never knew her birth mother. She died giving birth to her and another cat named Yewkit. They were given to a nice queen named Willowfrost. During her kithood, White*kit* was never really liked by her father, Hawkwing. He never liked the fact that she had odd colored eyes. He was the perfectionist type. So, while Hawkwing and Yewkit were playing or chatting, White*kit* spend her time with the elders or with her foster mother. At six moons, she was apprenticed to Quietstep, whom acted like a father figure to her. Two moons after her ceremony, Willowfrost caught Greencough and died from it. After that, it was just her. She always avoided Hawkwing and her sister Yewpaw, who seemed to be their father's favorite. Moons passed and she was finally a warrior, given the name Whitemist. Four moons passed and Yewpelt died after a fox attacked a dawn patrol. So far, It's her and Hawkwing left.

Family ➳ Snowfur (Mother-deceased- died giving birth)/ Hawkwing (Father- Alive- Open to play for drama purposes)/ Willowfrost (Foster mother- deceased- greencough)/ Yewpelt (Sister- deceased- killed by a fox)

Sexuality ➳ Bisexual.

Crush ➳ Nope. (Open.)

Mate ➳ Secretly wants.

Character Plot Ideas ➳ A deadly storm? Badger attack? Sickness? If someone offers to take Hawkwing, the two have some sort of quarrel and almost end up fighting?

I'm not really sure, honestly.

Slowly, the black mackerel tabby guided Cloudpaw back to camp. He stayed close to him, occasionally glancing at him. He felt really bad for him. The apprentice's ears leaned.

(recap?

~Tawnypelt

/Open for interaction

~Silverpool

After she finished grooming herself, the warrior leaped to her paws. 'Time to find my apprentice.' She thought, looking around. She spotted the two maine coon twins. The warrior strolled over to them. Dipping her head in greeting to them, her green optics focused on Ivypaw. :"Have you ate yet?" She asked.

(ooo, how interesting.

A lot of events have happened recently, which really didn't involve the odd eyed warrior. She stayed out of most of the things that were happening. Currently, Whitemist was hunting. Her white coat blended perfectly with the white snow. She almost looked like a fresh blanket of snow herself. As she sniffed the air, the cold air stung her nostrils. She shook her head, inhaling again. The scent of a mouse wafted into her nostrils. Narrowing her eyes, she saw the beige colored rodent hastily nibbling at a seed. It looked small from her view. 'A mouse is a mouse.' she thought, crouching low to the ground. Shuffling forward, she was careful to not make any crunching noises in the snow. Once she was close enough, Whitemist leaped! She landed on the mouse, earning a desperate and scared squeak from it. She killed it with a swift bite to the neck. Looking closely, the mouse was scrawny. She twitched an ear. :"Scrawny, but I'm sure the clan wouldn't mind." She mumbled, picking up the mouse,

Accepted and yes, Russetfur can be her mentor! Rp thread is on the first post!

As they walked, Darkpaw glanced over at Foxblaze. The warrior wasn't looking so good. He twitched an ear, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach. He could see the camp entrance from a distance and almost was going to quicken his pace. He can't though. He didn't want to hurry Cloudpaw. He just wanted to get him to the medicine den. Oddly enough, Darkpaw was feeling this weird feeling right now. Like, yes, he doest care for the apprentice and all, but he had this strange, protective feeling. He shook his head, ridding the thought out of his mind.

Palepaw sat outside the apprentice's den, grooming her fur in the warm sunlight. The red pointed she-cat hadn't seen her mentor today and was beginning to wonder where she was. She also wondered if the patrol was on their way back. The silent apprentice stopped grooming her fur and sighed, shifting to lay down.

The ginger tabby tom breathed in deeply, letting out slowly. It was another beautiful day in Duskclan. It was the middle of Leaffall and Leafbare has yet to creep up on them. He looked down, seeing his russet colored daughter. :"Russetfur, good morning." He mewed, dipping his head. The tabby leaped down, touching noses with his beloved daughter. For a moment, the two exchanged words. :"It's a beautiful morning." Redtar commented, looking over at her. :"Why don't you take Firepaw out?" He suggested, padding off towards the small stream.

Watching him go, The warrior chuckled softly. Looking up the dirt path, she spotted her apprentice's brilliant, familiar fur coat. She began padding up the dirt path, nodding towards Silverclaw, who was making his way down it. :"Good morning." She chortled to Firepaw.

rp thread is up and running everyone!

It can be found in the sign up post, on the first page!

(I thought his name was Firepaw, my bad!)

Redstar is open for interaction.

The russet she-cat let out a soft chuckle, amusement dancing in her eyes. :"Well, beetlesniffer,"she started out in a joking tone. :"I was thinking a morning hunt and maybe, if you're up for it, do some fighting moves?" She suggested. Her long, plume of a tail swayed to and fro. :"First thing's first though, have you ate yet?"

aceepted! Welcome to Duskclan!

You can find the rp thread, plus the chat/plot thread on the first page.

Accepted! Welcome to Duskclan!

She waited patiently for the apprentice's answer. She knew very well that his fighting skills needed some work, which is one reason she suggested it. This time, however, she'll take it slow and give him time to learn moves, let alone try them out on her. His last answer made her ears perk. :"Get to it then. We can't hunt on an empty stomach, how can we?" She chortled, turning to walk down the dirt path. :"I'll even join you, if you'd like." She called over her shoulder.

Ranks and rules have been updated!

Name:Yellowblaze.

Age: 77 moons.

Gender: Tom.

Sexual Orientation: Straight.

Rank: Elder

Appearance: Let's start off with his fur coat. It's clear by the image that Yellowblaze is a light ginger tabby with faint, but distinctive classical tabby markings. His build is slender, with some muscle. He has short fur, which is well kept. This tom has green eyes, but his left eye is milky white, showing he's blind in it.

Personality: Yellowgaze is an easily confused, grumpy, and sharp tongued tom. He has an intelligent, wise mind and absolutely loves telling stories. He is also forgetful and will tend to get things mixed up. He is a cooperative cat, but very stubborn. When he is in pain, Yellowblaze is reluctant to go to the medicine den. He thinks the pain will go away on its own or think he can fix it himself. Although old, he still has some fighting left and isn't afraid to get down and bloody. He is a loyal and trustworthy tom who is almost always honest.

History: He was born into the clan by Redfur and Hawkheart. As a kit, Yellow*kit* had no siblings. It was just him and his parents. He had a long and happy kithood. Soon, he became Yellow*paw* and was given to Poppycloud. Four sunrises after his ceremony, his father died due to a heart attack. Yellow*paw* trained hard as an apprentice and was actually good in fighting, but horrible in hunting. He had his warrior ceremony at the age of 14 moons and was named Yellowblaze. At the age of 35 moons he met a beautiful she-cat named Honeypelt and soon, the two became mates. As leafbare came, his mother caught greencough and soon died. Him and Honeypelt didn't have kits till Yellowblaze was 55 moons. They had three beautiful babies. Their kits were apprenticed at six moons and each were given mentors. His son, Tangledpaw went out alone to hunt one night and slipped down a cliff, hitting his head on a jagged rock. The hit did take his life. He and Honeypelt were able to watch their two other kits become warrirors. At the age of 65 moons, he retired to the elder's den due to intense back pain. His first morning in the elder's den didn't go so well, his mate, Honeypelt wouldn't wake up. She had died peacefully in her sleep. Now, Yellowblaze is still in the elder's den and wants nothing but to have his kits have a happy life.

Crush: N/A- open?

Mate: Honeypelt (Deceased)

Kits: Marigoldheart (Daughter- alive- open to play)/ Tangledpaw (Son- deceased- head trauma)/ Lionclaw (Sn-alive-open to play)

Other: His children are available to play. I might post another character.

That's okay!

Perhaps we could have a horrible storm or Leafbare comes too early?

(It sounds like a good plot. I'll wait for everyone else's opinion on it first.)

Redstar is open for interaction

Reaching the fresh-kill pile, the she-cat began nosing through it. Out of all the apprentices, Foxpaw is probably the only one she's gotten along with. She chose a small mouse for herself, turning to see a small kit bouncing over to Foxpaw. Amusement danced in her eyes as she stepped to the side, crouching low and taking a small bite of the dead animal. As she ate, she watched the two in awe.

Perhaps we could have the storm first and then two days later, the rogues attack?

Saltstorm wrote:

~Tawnypelt

/Open for interaction

~Silverpool

After she finished grooming herself, the warrior leaped to her paws. 'Time to find my apprentice.' She thought, looking around. She spotted the two maine coon twins. The warrior strolled over to them. Dipping her head in greeting to them, her green optics focused on Ivypaw. :"Have you ate yet?" She asked.

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roach ! This was already done-

Palepaw perked her ears up whenever the leader's name was yowled. The apprentice looked over, seeing Stormshadow, Featherpaw, and two unknown cats. She stood to her paws, taking a few pawsteps closer. Out of the two newcomers, one really caught her eye. The apprentice held her breath, keeping her eye on the female new comer. :"Who is she?" She mewed to herself. Although she didn't even know her, Palepaw did find her looks quite....exotic.

Goldenkit stayed behind, sitting at the nursery's entrance. She watched her foster mother from afar, ears swiveling constantly.

When they arrived in camp, Darkpaw gently nudged Cloudpaw to the left, leading him straight to the medicine den.