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  • MurkyClan || Clan of the swamps || Applications have been moved to a new thread

    =============Speckledears=============

    -Ignorance isn't bliss, it's stupidity-

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    BASIC INFORMATION---------------------

    ∆PAST NAMES∆Cow

    ∆GENDER∆Tom

    ∆AGE∆34 moons

    ∆APPEARANCE∆ A somewhat petite, slender tom with black speckles of fur(hence the name). However both ears remain a distinctive black causing an ominous look. His long whiskers a beautiful white that creates confusion concerning his age. His fur, though knotted and unkempt, still hauntingly elegant in a strangely alluring way. His bewitching jade orbs completing his alleged malicious veneer. A small, although noticeable, scar rests upon his cheek from a battle that caused permanent damage. From this battle, his jaw was almost crushed and though he recovered, speaking remains a mundane action.  

    ∆RANK∆

    Warrior

    DIGGING DEEPER---------------------

    ∆LIKES∆Learning, secrets,rain, hunting

    ∆DISLIKES∆Fighting, speaking, flies, ignorance

    ∆PERSONALITY∆His appearance, a facade that causes some to doubt the silent tom, has proved to be a blessing as well as a curse. His unwelcoming gaze, purposely perfected to keep felines away, wanting nothing more than to avoid speaking. His unwillingness to talk increased his stealth, a trait he was grateful for. Speckledears is a rather good listener, easily able to digest the information swiftly. His quick, witted replies that typically infuriates others causes him to simply chuckle, enjoying the drama he had stirred. If it's not his sarcastic remarks then create problems, it's his inability to remain serious. He's constantly in some type of game with others, or himself, and typically doesn't follow the rules. He teases, taunts, and laughs at his opponent, making them feel inferior to his talents. He is well aware of his unskilled fighting techniques however his stealth and intelligence make up for that. Fighting has never been one of the slender Speckledears strong points, but his cunning attitude always makes it interesting.

    LOVE LIFE---------------------

    ∆TURN ONS∆ Intelligence, playfulness, stealth

    ∆TURN OFFS∆Loud, talkative, clingy

    ∆CRUSH∆None

    ∆MATE∆None

    BACKGROUND---------------------

    ∆FAMILY∆Claude(Father), Bell(Mother), Twelle(sister)

    ∆CHILDREN∆None

    ∆BIRTH PLACE∆Two-leg farm

    ∆HISTORY∆Speckledears or formally known as Cow, courtesy of a small two leg boy, wasn't exactly a typical kittypet. Growing up on a farm, the tom had several tasks that required much more attention, strength, and mind of an ordinary kittypet. It was drilled into his mind that if he didn't hunt, he wouldn't eat. He practiced constantly as well as consistently until he was certain he could do it alone. Upon leaving the farm, Cow had hesitated. However he had grown bored of the humdrum of his life and had a lust for adventure. He set off, determined to find his place in the world. He had been hunting a small mouse when his first obstacle arrived. A sly fox. Both were seeking the same prey however neither had noticed. When the fight began, Cow was somewhat confident in his skills. However he realize these animals were much harder than the pesky rats he faced at home. He fled in terror as well as pain while blood oozed from the wound that would scar. He continued to run, in fear for his life till his legs could carry him no longer. He wasn't sure how many minutes, hours, or even days went by till he woke. He forced himself to stand, and once again began his journey. His second obstacle had stopped him in his tracks, fore he had never seen a badger before. The fight was brutal, swift, and Cow was certain he would lose. He began to flee once more however the animal managed to pin him, crushing his jaw. Fear gave him strength, and he somehow pushed the animal off then proceeded to sprint far from his attacker. How he ended up in Murkyclan's territory he wasn't sure, however he fainted once more at the paws of a warrior.  

    OUT OF CHARACTER---------------------

    ∆PLOT IDEAS∆None that are any good I'm afraid

    ∆QUESTIONS∆Nope

    ∆OTHER∆If I recall correctly, Jakestar

  • Soul Bitten! (OPEN)

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    Aella's gaze narrowed upon the two shapes that moved carelessly in the park's shadows. Her pace slowed as she approached, cautious. Her eyes drifted to the bandage that was applied to the girl's wrist, and she slunk into the shadows. This was her job, and she had to continue to remind herself of the dangers these monsters wreak among the world. What startled her was the pale, ghost-like, girl. Though she was immune to the uneasy feelings that presented itself, she couldn't help but stare. Scars traced along her body, in a somewhat hauntingly beautiful way. For a moment, she was in awe. With a swift recovery from the alluring female, she remained careful, watching them as they spoke soft words. It seemed the pale one had a motherlike facade, the lack of trust in her deepened. She was well aware of the effect vampires had, each possessing their own unique ability. She simply stared at the two, waiting for the move. Aella would follow in suit, stealth being one of her many talents, and do her best to assure herself it was possible for a good beast to appear. Although she had no such luck in the past, ofcourse they all admit they're good once they realize it's their only hope to be save, but she knew the truth. She followed the girls as they moved, curious as to their whereabouts. She remained hidden, in hopes they wouldn't sense her.




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    Harrison's lips smacked with delight, the perfect ending to the day. Blood in countless bottles filled his fridge, however his hands reached for one in particular. It was pure, the cleanest of souls. And it was his. He chuckled softly, reminiscing the memories of what it had taken him to get the treat. He reminded himself to withstand from drinking too much, a seemingly unhealthy diet. After finishing a third of the bottle, his legs swiftly carried him to the outdoors. He was never the type who would stay in on a Friday night after all. His once happy gaze narrowed into a angry glare. Her scent was clear. He clenched his jaw, anger bubbling up inside him. He followed the scent, leading to a small park. He watched as she followed the two girls, and became curious. He watched as they fled down the empty streets, and he swiftly followed. He slowly walked forward, revealing himself with a devilish smile.


    OOC: computer was slow, didn't get the new replies till after posted

  • MurkyClan || Clan of the swamps || Applications have been moved to a new thread

    =============Ivoryheart=============

    -Love is what will overcome the darkness in our hearts-

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    BASIC INFORMATION---------------------

    ∆PAST NAMES∆ Ivorykit, Ivorypaw

    ∆GENDER∆ Female

    ∆AGE∆ 15 moons

    ∆APPEARANCE∆ It's no doubt with her thick, alluring white fur that beauty is the word that comes to mind. Her soft complexion combined with her ocean blue eyes creates the look of innocence. Her fur as white as the clouds and just as soft, Ivoryheart's tail just as glorious as the rest of her. Though her tail is something she adores, her best feature is her eyes. A deep, seemingly magical, blue that enchants you. Her whole appearance is angelic, innocent, naive. Your first reaction is to want to shield her from the darkness. No scars damaged her body, hard to imagine her surviving on her own. Her fur never has an ounce of dirt, always perfectly clean.

    ∆RANK∆ Warrior

    DIGGING DEEPER---------------------

    ∆LIKES∆ Stars, fireflies, helping others

    ∆DISLIKES∆ acting without thinking, revenge, fire

    ∆PERSONALITY∆ As her appearance suggests, she is a kind cat. A tad naive when it comes to the dangers of the world, believing in the goodness of each cat. She is a pushover, without a doubt, and has trouble standing up for herself. She is was considered the "nice girl". Modest about her looks, Ivorheart doesn't enjoy compliments and prefers to give rather than receive. Her compassion for others is how her name was established, her ability to empathize with others a useful skill. Ivoryheart enjoys the company of others, never preferring to be alone. She is incredibly friendly towards others and usually wears a smile. Lying has never been one of her strong suits but she does her best to protect her friends. She doesn't have complete control over her feelings and is easily saddened. On very few occasions will she lash out, however often apologizes. She always feels as though it's her fault, even if it isn't. Her inability to hold a grudge is both a curse and a blessing. True she never has enemies however many continue to take advantage of her, well aware she won't stop them. Her laughter is a beautiful thing to hear, it's a rich and lovely sound pleasant to the ears. She has trouble being herself around others, trying her best to be perfect and being who they want her to be.

    LOVE LIFE---------------------

    ∆TURN ONS∆ Kindness, compassion, humor

    ∆TURN OFFS∆ Demanding, cruel, lies

    ∆CRUSH∆ Nope

    ∆MATE∆ Nope

    BACKGROUND---------------------

    ∆FAMILY∆ Featherbite(mother) Dusklunge(Father) Willowkit(dead) Auburnpaw(left the clan)

    ∆CHILDREN∆ None

    ∆BIRTH PLACE∆ Murkyclan

    ∆HISTORY∆ Though she was born into the clan, her past remains intriguing. Her parents were kind souls who loved each other effortlessly. However her mother, Featherbite, suffered the great tragedy of losing a kit during birth. Willowkit had been born with the inability to breathe. Featherbite couldn't recover from the loss and threw herself into depression. Though she was grateful for her two remaining kittens, she had trouble finding happiness anymore and blamed Starclan for the death. Perhaps it would've been different if Dusklunge had been there for her. But he had trouble accepting it as well and focused on his duties rather than his mate. He began to ignore it, it becoming difficult to face her without thinking of Willowkit. When Auburnpaw left the clan, Featherbite's depression deepened. She no longer ate, and spent most of her days sleeping. Ivorypaw tried her best to comfort her mother but it was no use. One night, when Ivorypaw was patrolling with her mentor, they came upon her mother's dead body. Foul play was suggested but most knew the truth. Ivorypaw grew stronger from it, and accepted her mother's suicide unlike her father. He had grown ill of greencough and passedd away a few moons later.

    OUT OF CHARACTER---------------------

    ∆PLOT IDEAS∆ nope

    ∆QUESTIONS∆ nope

    ∆OTHER∆ Jakestar


  • Soul Bitten! (OPEN)

    Aella watched as Harrison entered, anger bubbling inside. However she controlled herself, watching as the girl spoke to him in a matter-of-fact tone. She smirked softly, but still felt uneasy. She was aware of the danger the weak girl was in, a room full of vampires wasn't exactly what some called safe. Aella remained confident though, figuring out the best plan to safe the human without encouraging a fight. A soft sigh escaped her lips, her eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unravel.


    Harrison only smirked in reply to the girl's weak greeting before focusing his attention on the ghostly creature. Tilting his head, he gave her a smile "My sincere apologies, madam. However I can't imagine what you were going to do with this-this human hybrid creature, that would be considered 'nice'." He used quotations on the word nice. He laughed softly, an alluring and somehow dangerous noise that could send chills "I was simply worried about her safety, surly there's nothing wrong with that? Hm?" His eyes returned to look at Soul, offering a kind smile "Now, what would your name be princess?" His confidence remained high, a small hint of amusement lingering in his eyes. He enjoyed teasing his prey before hand afterall.

  • PINECLAN -- guide + sign ups -- semi adv -- do you know who you really are?

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    ♛ Auburnwing

    I dare you to test me

    ( name ) Auburnwing

    ( gender ) Female

    ( totem ) Mountain Lion

    ( age ) 36 moons

    ( rank ) Warrior

    -- rank desired Warrior

    ♛ -------------- ♛

    ( appearance ) A dark red pelt Somali cat with an intense gaze of hazel. A beautiful shade of scarlet that is softer than the clouds. A combination of black patterns appear to be splattered like a blank canvas on her fur. On her chest, an ivory marking that seemed to be plastered. Her tail, soft and bushy, as a spiral of black stopping at the tip, and only covering the outside. Her amber orbs practically speak danger, a certain confidence sparkling. A long scar along her tail, though covered, looking closely it wasn't a life-threatening wound however it clearly proved that the intent was pain.

    -- eye color Amber

    -- fur color Combination of red, black, and a small patch of white

    -- patterns Spirals of black along her fur

    -- scars A scar traveling down her tail

    ♛ -------------- ♛

    ( personality ) Her daring attitude combined with her confidence creates an intriguing personality. She doesn't the conformation of others to believe something, and follows what she believes is right. She is undeniably stubborn. Auburnwing doesn't give up easily and always stands up for herself. Her creative ways cause her to be a valuable warrior. Intelligent with her words, she knows how to argue and easily convinces others to follow her. She has no preference of being alone or with others and is often out of camp exploring. She doesn't let her emotions control her words and typically speaks before responding with a witty comeback. Auburnwing doesn't care much for toms, and isn't very interested in one weighing her down. Her goal is to be one of greatest assets to the clan, and doesn't let others detour her from that journey. Her sarcastic and snarky retorts typically do the job of driving away potential mates.

    -- likes Adventure, fireflies, swimming

    -- dislikes Fire, willows, ignorance

    -- fears Fire, having kits, heights

    -- goals Leader one day, or a great warrior

    ♛ -------------- ♛

    ( history ) Her parents were hopelessly in love, no two cats more perfect for one another. However when Auburnkit was born, her mother had to suffer the tragedy that Willlowkit had died. Willowkit had been born with the inability to breathe properly, and soon passed away a few days after she was born. This threw her mother, Featherbite, into a dark depression. Even though she did her best to be a mother to Ivorykit and Auburnkit, she lacked the strength to give love. Auburnkit had started to become like her mother, slowly inching towards depression as well from a lack of love. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if her father, Dusklunge, had comforted the family instead of throwing himself into his duties. When Auburnkit became an apprentice, she finally gathered the courage to confront her father and demand a reason for his absence. He simply told her he couldn't look at Featherbite without remembering the pain. He told her he no longer loved her, no longer desired her. He had loved another, and demanded Auburnpaw to keep the secret from her mother. Unable to keep this secret, she ran from Muskyclan. She had later learned her mother had passed away, and though foulplay was considered, it ultimately was ruled a suicide. Blaming herself for her mother's death, Auburnpaw gave into the depression and her lust for adventure decreased. She had encountered a tom, a dark and dangerous cat, who she instantly become attracted to. He was abusive, cruel, and soon she fled once more. Her wounds heal, other than the scar along her tail. She came upon Pineclan by chance, and her old self returned.

    -- family Featherbite(Mother), Dusklunge(Father), Ivoryheart(Sister), Willowkit(sister-dead)

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    ( sexuality ) Heterosexual

    -- open or closed Open

    -- mate None

    -- kittens None

    -- crush None

     

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    ( plot ideas ) I dunno, maybe something with her sister? She's in Muskyclan currently

    ( other ) Making a tom now

  • PINECLAN -- guide + sign ups -- semi adv -- do you know who you really are?

    ♛ Ceruleanear

    I know your secrets and you know nothing of mine

    ( name ) Ceruleanear

    ( gender ) Tom

    ( totem ) Owl

    ( age ) 39 moons

    ( rank ) Warrior

    -- rank desired Warrior

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    ( appearance ) This particular Russian blue feline has somewhat rugged fur that constantly has little clumps of dirt. His appearance radiates his "bad boy" personality. His, what some may consider blue, fur is short and fits his slender body perfectly. His piercing blue eyes are enticing, impossible not to stare. He has quite a few scars from his time in battle, though one in particular slashes through his cheek. It was from a battle, ofcourse, defending the camp from attack. Though it wasn't severe it holds that illusion.

    -- eye color Sea green

    -- fur color I suppose either grey or blue depending on who you are

    -- patterns Unfortunately no

    -- scars A few from battle, and a somewhat large one on his left cheek

    ♛ -------------- ♛

    ( personality ) Ceruleanear is, without a doubt, clever. His witty remarks is often what wins over the females, whom he flirts effortlessly with. He is an egotistical, cunning tom who often disobeys. He doesn't follow the rules and easily talks his way out of a situation. A pathological liar with a unique creative mind that refuses to settle down. He doesn't mind doing favors to others, simply stating they owe him as well. He often sits in the shadows, listening and noticing what others refuse to acknowledge. Secrets are his guilty pleasures and Ceruleanear somehow always finds each one out. Whether or not he speaks of them, it's decided upon him. Most cats he's done deals with, usually affairs or something similar, hunt for him and do his duties. He rarely ever has to work, and adores when felines confront him about.

    -- likes Secrets, racing, mystery

    -- dislikes Responsibility, work, honesty

    -- fears finding out a secret that could get him killed

    -- goals doesn't have a goal

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    ( history ) Unfortunately his history is dull and lacks excitement. He was born and raised in Pineclan.

    -- family Cloudymist(Mother), Bluebite(Father)

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    ( sexuality ) Heterosexual

    -- open or closed Open

    -- mate None

    -- kittens None

    -- crush None

     

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    ( plot ideas ) None

    ( other ) Nope

  • MurkyClan || Former Rp || Mothstar's Legacy

    Speckledears

    Tom~34moons

    Speckledears remained silent, his unblinking stare resting upon the deputy. His ears twitched in annoyance, slightly irritated at the choices. However he remained quiet as he didn't dare to cause a scene. He cocked his head slightly, hoping this ceremony was over. Speckledears didn't particular like being in such a close proximity with his clanmates. He let out a soft sigh, tapping his paws with impatience. His eyes skimmed the crowd, dangling upon the clear disappointment within Brightpaw's expression and the sadness lingering in Arrowstrike's eyes and could only snort in response "Typical apprentices." He mumbled to himself, shaking his head in disapproval.


    Ivoryheart

    Female~15

    Ivoryheart watched the ceremony, a happy expression clearly on her angelic face. She smiled softly as each apprentice was called, and their mentors given. She had a hope for an apprentice of her own, however doubted one would be rewarded to her due to her young age. Though she felt a twinge of disappointment, she felt compelled to congratulate her clanmates. Ivoryheart approached Arrowstrike with a smile, dipping her head in greeting "Congratulations, Arrowstrike." She purred softly, her eyes flickering to the apprentice "And to you as well, Brightpaw. Arrowstrike a a remarkable warrior." True her kindness was well known to the clan, but she had hoped her words weren't surprising. It was true, afterall, and Ivoryheart felt inclined to remind Brightpaw.

  • Soul Bitten! (OPEN)

    Aella sighed softly, knocking on the door though she had already heard the conversation. She decided it was best to intervene, most supernaturals well aware of Harrison's lust for humans. She awaited patiently for the door to be open, knowing manners were the utmost importance. She glanced swiftly at her watch, the heart rate remained flat however the time read a bit past 2:00 AM. Aella frowned at the time, worrying about the light.


    Harrison chuckled softly, "You must be so hurt that, I, thought a monster wanted a human. What a preposterous thing to think. My mistake darlin," His eyes returned to Soul "Soul, huh? I do believe I remember you. Your boyfriend lacks control, honestly the worst I've seen." His laughter echoed throughout the room, his eyes glistening with amusement. He shook his head softly, surprised Soul lasted this long with that bloodsucker.

  • MurkyClan || Former Rp || Mothstar's Legacy

    Speckledears

    Tom~34 moons

    Speckledears watched in surprise as Ivoryheart spoke to Arrowstrike, however only to be ignored. He eyes glistened with a dark humor before they eventually landed upon Mistyheart. He sighed softly, shrugging his shoulders and padded towards her with a crook of his head "Something wrong? You seem.. I don't know, distant. Usually your excitement annoys me and now.." It had meant to be a joke, though it was a tad cruel, it was how he usually spoke. Speckledears tail flickered in interest, curious as to why she had grown quiet. He settled himself besides her, though a distance between them still remained.


    Ivoryheart

    Female-15 moons

    Ivoryheart let her face fall, a small frown forming. She cleared her voice softly, not wanting to be considered rude "Arrowstrike?" She spoke softly, feeling rather embarrassed that the warrior hadn't heard her words. She offered a nervous smile, slightly confused as to what had happened. Perhaps she had been a tad too quiet, however she decided not to worry "You're going to be a great mentor, with a fantastic apprentice." Her bubbly expression presented itself once more, nothing able to deter her friendly personality. Her blue orbs flickered to the apprentice, a soft smile appearing.

  • Soul Bitten! (OPEN)

    Harrison didn't let his surprise surface, though he hadn't known that he was strong enough. He cursed softly in his mind, but didn't let it rattle his cocky attitude "Sorry princess, but it seems you're gonna be just like me." His voice, though teasing, had a hint of sadness. For a split second his guard fell, and his eyes fell to the floor. He returned however, in an instant. His smirk returned to his handsome face, "Don't worry, I can always teach you."


    Aella, finally waiting long enough, opened the door. Her red hair shifted slightly in the wind from the open door, however her eyes was what was enchanting. She had miscounted, and was unaware of the other presence in the room "It seems we are all eager to help her." She spoke, her eyes narrowed and voice commanding. She brushed past Harrison, and approached Soul. Care was clearly in her eyes. Aella worried for the girl's safety, if a fight occurred, she would lose.


  • MurkyClan || Former Rp || Mothstar's Legacy

    Speckledears

    Tom~34 moons

    Speckledears cocked his head, trying to remember what had happened. He hadn't paid much attention to his clanmates in the past, and struggled with his memory. He frowned slightly at the mention of the outbreak, "Perhaps you shouldn't focus on the disease." A chuckle rumbled from his chest, "I have no doubt you'll return to your outgoing self soon, however, needn't worry. You'll be fine." It was unusual for the tom to speak so much, each word a bit painful for him. He struggled with some words, and did his best to sound normal. He didn't dare look at the feline as he spoke, his jaw usually a tad horrifying. He was slightly worried for the female, however showed little emotion.


    Ivoryheart

    Female~15 moons

    Ivoryheart chuckled softly, "Quite alright Arrowstrike, I'll leave you to your apprentice."  She could see the two needed a bit of privacy, and she dipped her head in farewell. She padded off, looking for no feline in particular. Her eyes scanned the camp before settling herself down. She lazily looked around, dozing off. She became lost in thought, however, which kept her awake. Ivoryheart wasn't quite sure what she was even thinking about, simply keeping herself occupied to prevent heself from sleeping. She smiled softly at her tiredness, shaking her head.

    OOC: I didn't want to be rude, I'm sorry, I'll do that next time!

  • MurkyClan || Former Rp || Mothstar's Legacy

    Speckledears

    Tom~34 moons

    Speckledears eyes widen, unaware of his apprentice. He was at a lost of words, embarrassed at his lack of attention. He sighed softly watching as the feline padded away before turning towards Bellpaw. He gave her a quick glance, determining what type of feline she was "So, what's your story? What kind of warrior do you wanna be?" He questioned, flickering his tail. He finally settled his gaze on Bellpaw He studied the small apprentice for a moment, ideas for training filling his mind once more. Speckledear determined that she would most likely be a suitable hunter, and based his trainings off his observation.


    Ivoryheart

    Female~15 moons

    Ivoryheart was tempted to visit the newly appointed warriors, smiling softly at them. Her eyes flickered between them, before shaking her head softly "I remember when I became a warrior," She chuckled, "You say that as if it was a moons ago." Her own warrior ceremony was merely a few moons ago. She wrapped her tail around her paws, a delicate posture fitting for a a feline as pretty as she. Her blue orbs shifted towards the numerous cats in the clan, each engrossed in their own conversations.

  • Soul Bitten! (OPEN)

    Harrison narrowed his eyes, "Who do you think you are? Are you one of her own kind? Do you have any idea how to train vampires?" Anger boiled inside the young man, his eyes turning a dangerous black. He had anger issues, no doubt, and it was unwise to provoke him "You think I'm going to listen to you? Of all things?" He shook his head, another laugh echoed except it was darker, intense "Soul doesn't even know what's going on, you did a great job so far. I'm the only one who even provided an explanation" He snorted, the frustration slowly edging away "Let her die, see if I care. "


    Aella frowned at Harrison's words but made no comment as she slipped past Mirabelle. She gazed at soul, her gaze soft and her smile geuinine "I'm Aella," She murmured softly, "Are you still in pain?" She questioned, referring to the bite. She paid no attention to what was unraveling behind her, and focused all her attention on the girl. Aella did her best to try and comfort her, but she did her best to act like a friend. She needed this girl to trust her if she were to help, though she knew it would be difficult.

  • MurkyClan || Former Rp || Mothstar's Legacy

    Speckledears

    Tom~34 moons

    Speckledears chuckled at the question, shaking his head "I am merely a warrior, though I do excel in stealth." He remembered his days as an apprentice, so full of hope. He envied her positive attitude, well aware that as moons go on, it eventually crumbles. His pessimistic views on the world may be one thing he withholds from this particular apprentice, remembering how it had effected his past apprentice. He cocked his head at the apprentice, "I suppose you'd like to rest, rather than train. After-all, it's been a long day." He assume the apprentice was either too restless to sleep or exhausted, and couldn't distinguish which.


    Ivoryheart

    Female~15 moons

    Ivoryheart's blue gaze shifted to the warrior approaching her "Graystorm," She dipped her head in greeting, "I love these ceremonies, every cat is always so cheerful and with this outbreak going around..." She drifted off for a moment, a small frown forming before her bright smile returned "I'm glad this happened though, the atmosphere is much more positive!" She purred, always finding something good within her optimistic view. Ivoryheart tilted her head at the tom, "What do you think?" She questioned, unsure if her assumption was correct. She had been told, occasionally, that she was a tad naive and did her best to try and make up for that.

  • PINECLAN -- roleplay -- members only

    Auburnwing's eyes fluttered open as she lay silently in her nest. Why she had slept so long, she didn't recall however forced her legs to pad out of the warrior's den. Her gaze shifted, from feline to feline, before sighing softly. Her stomach rumbled, interrupting her thoughts and causing her to realize hunger. Her paws carried her towards the somewhat filled pile of kill before she halted. Auburnwing hadn't hunted yet, her sleep causing yet another downfall. Rolling her eyes at herself, she slowly started to pad out of camp. Her paws lightly caressing the dirt as she entered the hunting grounds.


    Ceruleanear rolled his eyes at the warriors venturing about. His ears alert for some kind of gossip. It was a guilty pleasure of his, one that he so often gave into. He flicked his ears as Bellsong and Cedartangle spoke of a patrol, but wasn't interested in completing his duties. He took notice of Bravepaw and Hawkwood's conversation, slightly curious as to why he would wanted to hunt with the warrior rather than his mentor. Ceruleanear felt inclined to listen, and he listened in on their conversation. He would make snide comments in his mind but aside from that, he remained quiet.