Posts by Flickering Flame

I intend on joining sooner or later. (Probably after I stumble around the site a little bit...)

Are male OCs still welcome to join?

Ash | Ashenpaw || Ashencloud

Age

{26 moons}

Sexuality

{Heterosexual}

Gender

{Tom}

Appearance

He has quite a thick, grey coat of fur, eyes as green as pines, and a peachy muzzle.

He has an average build underneath all the fluff. (Not slender nor particularly muscular)

His fur is abnormally dense, so much so that it deters water from it, and doesn't suffer from waterlogged fur.

But there are downsides to this, he can't help but leave his fur everywhere, and can quite easily be tracked, even by a kit.

Slightly taller than most cats.

No visible scars unless you were to part his fur.

Rank

{Warrior}

Wanted Rank

{Warrior}

Personality

Firstpaw, he might seem snarky, but he is open to listen to any cat who is having a rough day, and try to comfort them, usually succeeding, despite him having his own troubles.

He knows when to speak up, and when to shut up.

Distrusting.

Intelligent, quick to spot weaknesses in his opponents.

Terrible hunter of small prey and birds. (Better at fishing and catching rabbits, and larger prey)

Is good at fighting, but relies on cunning and smarts rather than just strength or agility.

Kin

{Mother died a few moons after kitting, raised by a rouge called Bullet(NPC) and left him later on}

{Doesn't know of any siblings that are alive today}

Crush/Mate

{None yet, open}

Kits

{None yet}

Roleplay example

{Huehue...}

Other

{Snowy}

Ashencloud// Male // 26 moons // Warrior //

Mentions:None

He crept around the territory, looking for some prey. He would usually search for a rabbit, as he finds those easier to catch. He quite often misses mice, by bounding over their heads, or at other times, bites down too hard.

He padded quietly, his toes splayed out and legs a fair distance apart to avoid crunching the snow beneath his feet.

He tried to scent a rabbit

Nothing.

No mice, no birds, nothing.

Just as he was about to make his way back to camp empty-pawed, he found some rabbit tracks. He instinctively dropped down into a rabbit stalking position, and lifted his tail high in the air so it wouldn't drag. He felt a chill of anticipation, he could almost taste the sweet flesh of rabbit. He crept forwards, until the creature was within pouncing distance.

He pounced, and landed almost squarely on its shoulders, having it pinned below him.

He bit down into it's neck, with a satisfying crack, and felt it go limp in his jaws.

He picked it up in his jaws, and proudly strutted back, engulfing the rabbit tracks with his own, much larger paws.

He ran back to camp, fur swerving behind him as he either changed gaits, or turned so that the wind touched his other sides, snow crunching under his paws.

He dropped his prized kill in the fresh-kill pile, a rabbit, though a bit skinny, but still of a good size.

He considered going fishing later, his fur was practically waterproof, thanks to his ancestors. He groomed his long fur with his warm, hooked tongue.

Ashencloud// Male// Warrior// 26 moons

Mentions: Cloud and Blood

He stood up, shaking off the snow that has stuck to his pelt.

He could smell what seems like two rouges downwind. He wasn't too interested in them, but whether he liked it or not, he would have to pass them to get to the river. His fur was dense enough so that he wouldn't freeze to the bone, and could potentially keep one of his paws in the water for a good few minutes. Not like that would be very productive, though, and he would have to make his dips in the water quick.

He approached the two rouges calmly.

"Well, hello, you two," He examined Cloud's expression for a few moments, before coming to a coming to a conclusion. "Looking for something?" He purred in slight amusement, but his green eyes were warm. He quite obviously didn't intend on harming the two.

His pelt pricked up against a strong wind.

(I wish someone could grab a blow-dryer and make Ashen's fur poofy. It would be adorable.)

Ashencloud//Male//Warrior//26 Moons

Mentions:Cloud

He watched the flame-coloured coat leave them. He couldn't help but wonder if the rouge startles his prey foxlenghts before he reaches it.

"Oh, your sister..?" "Does she happen to be very fluffy, much like you?" He mused. "Her name would be most useful, unless you suspect that she has changed it."

He prodded into the snow with his paws.

"I was about to go fishing at the river, I guess we could walk while we talk." He meowed.

(OOC: I feel like I need to fill in the hierarchy. AKA add an elder. Who doesn't need an elder?)

Ashencloud//Male//Warrior//26 Moons

"Actually, I've seen a feline that matches that description, she is probably about the same age as you, too..." "I believe she goes by Hollyheart now." "I haven't spoken to her much though, but there is a chance that it could be her."

His whiskers twitched.

"I will tell her to come to the border, perhaps, when she isn't busy?"

Ashencloud//Male//Warrior//26 Moons

He purred softly. "I can be very persuading when I want to be." "And if she is your sister, then you would be an uncle..." He looked up, remembering the milky scent clinging to her pelt. He has never seen her kits, however. He wondered if they looked anything like her.

"She does resemble you, somehow, it's kind of hard to say..."

He walked alongside the white longhaired tom.

(They are going to the river/stream, right?)

Ashencloud//Male//Warrior//26 Moons

Mentions:Cloud

"Their father-- her mate, is a good cat, he wouldn't do anything to harm her or her kits, you shouldn't worry." His voice was as usual, calm and level. He never seemed to be too emotional, though at the time he was thinking of the main male figure in his life: Bullet, a blue-gray shorthaired tom, with an honest heart. At times, brutally honest, but it was for the best.

"You don't have to get your paws wet, unless you want to." He paused for a moment "How many siblings did you have, growing up?" He turned to the tom, tilting his head slightly.

"If you are about to ask me the same, that story will have to wait until another day." His green eyes darkened.

His ears perked as he heard the sound of rushing water. He bounded ahead by a few strides, and slowed down to wait for him.

(OOC: You poor thing Saltstorm )

Ashencloud//Male//Warrior//26 Moons

Mentions:Cloud

He nodded. "Okay..." "Well, as I said, I will tell you later, if you are curious." He dipped his paw itself into the water, or rather let it brush the very surface of it. "Come to think of it, I probably should have told you my name." He chuckled softly. "I'm Ashencloud, which is fairly self explanatory. If I say so myself." He looked down at the looming, slithery shapes in the fairly clear water, and unsheathed the claws on one of his paws, angling himself towards the water, so his shadow stayed off it, but he still had a good range of movement. He turned his paw so that it was side-on to the water, and left a thinner shadow then it would otherwise. His green eyes studied the shapes, until one had broken through the surface, mouth gaping wide. It seemed to be of a decent size, too. He seized the chance, and flicked the fish out of the water, catching it his jaws, almost dropping it as it flailed itself helplessly. He bit down into its spine, until the jerks slowed, and eventually stopped. He propped it down on the grass beside him.

Ashencloud//Male//Warrior//26 Moons

Mentions:Cloud

He purred. "Because we are both furballs." To be honest, he found it rather amusing, how the two longhaired cats both had some relation to clouds. Now that he thought of it, he did look a bit like one. White and fluffy. "I don't really mind, it's up to you, really." "I haven't really heard a cat out for a while, nor a confused apprentice, so, I'm glad to help."

"Yes, I am one of those cats, does he hold anything against us?" He tilted his head to the side. "There are a few cats who do, but that's just how it is." "Did he say anything strange about us?"

Ashencloud//Male//Warrior//26 Moons//No crush, No mate... //

Mentions:Cloud

"This is the first time I've seen him around." "He's lucky that he wasn't spotted by the dawn patrol." He sighed and tutted. He turned back towards the water, and flicked two fish out of the water, killing them with a bite to the spine. He studied the fish, then glancing at the 3rd catch, which happened to be the smallest. "Want to share this one? It's not worth hauling all the way back." He gestured at the smallest fish. The others were about two mouselenghts bigger, and would probably be a nuisance to carry. He tugged out a web of sea plants, and wrapped up the larger fish in them, which should make the somewhat less likely to slip away while carrying them...

Ashencloud//Male//Warrior//26 Moons// No crush, no mate... //

Mentions:Cloud

"The other cats rarely come here, since they fear getting a chill or possibly falling in, therefore it isn't exactly claimed, not by us, atleast."

He leaned forward over the smallest fish, and took out a mouthful of the surprisingly soft scales, and flesh.

He savoured the taste,before swallowing it.

He knew that fish wasn't to many cats tastes, nevermind scales.

Some cats hesistate when giving the killing bite, or let it slip away. From experience, most fish types don't taste as good if you hesistate. They were made to live in water.

"Regardless of what you were going to do, now you'll either have to watch me eat, or share it with me." He winked teasingly, and prodded his flank with a single claw.

Whether y'all like it or not, I intend on joining. (Not right now.)

CHARACTER NAMING::

Nightkit-Nightpaw-Nightshade

prefix ⇥ Her signature black pelt.

suffix ⇥ Quiet, skilled, stealthy, snarky.

Nickname(s)⇥ Night, Bright-eyes.

Gender ⇥ She-cat

Preferred Pronouns ⇥ She, her.

Sexuality -> Heteroflexible

Voice/Accent- ⇥ A soft voice, though slightly deeper than most she-cat's. Occasionally slips into a rougeish accent, whether it is subconscious or not.

Purity⇥ Intact.

CHARACTER AGE::

age of character⇥ 27 Moons.

birthday ⇥ Greenleaf.

zodiac sign ⇥ Leo

(Sorry if it's inaccurate, but I'm terrible at these things.)

CHARACTER ALLEGIANCE::

rank ⇥ Warrior

desired rank ⇥ Warrior

CHARACTER AFFILIATION:: Leopardstep(Deceased) X Foxtail(Deceased)

litter-mates ⇥ Rouge.

other siblings ⇥ N/A

extended family ⇥ N/A

Mentor ⇥ Goldpelt (Deceased or missing.)

Apprentice(s)⇥ N/A

CHARACTER HISTORY:: a look into the past...

She was born to Leopardstep and Foxtail, and her parents and the medicine cat immediately noticed that something was off. Next to her, layed her two siblings, scraps mottled brown and gingers. And in the middle, a little black scrap of fur.

Her parents were at first confused, and possibly frightened that the medicine cat slipped a kit from another litter in with their own, but it was soon announced that Nightkit had melanism.

As an apprentice, she regularly visited the medicine cat's den, to keep her choices open, and she still has a good amount of knowledge from those visits.

Her siblings decided that clan life was not for them, and had left the clan, just as she became a warrior.

CHARACTER PERSONA:: overview ⇥ Stealthy; Snarky; Quiet; Loyal ; Stone-hearted

dig a little deeper...

full personality here - She has grown a bit cold, and often makes up sadistic jokes on the spot, which she has a tendency to do, probably since her parents were always fretting over her, she just wanted them to let go, and pay more attention to her siblings instead.

She is actually quite nice, and always wishes for the best for others, despite her coldness.

Tied down to the ground.

Likes⇥ The chirp of crickets, thunderstorms, butterflies, the coppery tang of blood, crows.

Dislikes⇥ Overly social cats, mud, clingy cats, abnormally hot weather, surprises.

Habits⇥ Dipping her tail into water, overgrooming, stressing everything more than necessary.

Fears⇥ Though she would be embarrassed to admit it, she has a fear of young kits.

CHARACTER APPEARANCE::

Brief summary of appearance: A lean, black she-cat, with bright yellow-green eyes.

Fur Color/Pattern- Black. Even her paws and nose are black. (Melanism)

⇥ Fur Length ⇥ Short but thick.

Eye Color ⇥ Yellow-green

Size ⇥ Average-large.

Body Type ⇥ Lean, her legs and jaws have denser muscle.

Scars ⇥ Ugly scar on her chest. Deep claw marks on her flank that part her fur. (Definitely 3 claws)

Disabilities ⇥ None, but she thinks she might be looked down upon due to her melanism.

Scent⇥ She naturally smells mildly of wild mint and morning dew.

CHARACTER LOVE LIFE::

Current relationship status- Single.

sexuality-> Heteroflexible.

love interest ⇥ None yet.

mate ⇥ None yet.

offspring ⇥ None, not sure if she wants any.

past relationships ⇥ None.

turn-ons ⇥ Distinctive markings, muscular builds, good teeth (questionable), someone who understands her.

turn-offs ⇥ Clingy cats, completely white pelts, no muscle mass whatsoever, cats who hate her or can't relate whatsoever.

{statistics}

offense ⎯ 7/ 10

defense ⎯ 8/ 10

hunting ⎯ 8 / 10

fishing ⎯ 3 / 10

swimming ⎯ 6 / 10

climbing ⎯ 4 / 10

jumping ⎯ 5 / 10

running ⎯ 6 / 10

stalking ⎯ 9 / 10

navigating ⎯ 5/ 10

medical knowledge ⎯ 5/ 10

parental knowledge ⎯ 3 / 10

sight ⎯ 7 / 10

hearing ⎯ 8/ 10

taste ⎯ 6 / 10

touch ⎯ 7/ 10

scent ⎯ 8/ 10

strength ⎯ 6 / 10

flexibility ⎯ 7 / 10

balance ⎯ 8 / 10

accuracy ⎯ 7 / 10

speed ⎯ 8/ 10

endurance ⎯ 6 / 10

intellect ⎯ 8 / 10

agility ⎯ 7/ 10

sensibility ⎯ 8 / 10

leadership ⎯ 2/ 10

charisma ⎯ 5/ 10 (Nightshade thinks of herself as under average.)

control ⎯ 6/ 10

memory ⎯ 8 / 10

eagerness ⎯ 2 / 10

Other ~Ember~

Your username- Flickering Flame

Preferred pronouns- She, her.

Activity level- 7/10

Muse Level- Fluctuating

Plot ideas?- None, really.

Okay!

Nightshade// She-cat// Warrior// 27 Moons // No mate, No crush, No kits//

She stood somewhere in between all the cats, and slunk a bit further towards them.

She could smell the fear-scent from the cats around her, even the traces of it from the fallen warriors pelt. She looked around, her eyes containing not a trace of emotion, other than shock.

She had never known this warrior that well, but it was so... Out of the blue. Far more unexpected than herself leaping on some cat, after hiding in the shadows for a good few hours. She could almost feel Minnowpaw's despair through her black whiskers.

She sighed.

Even though she never knew Furzestripe, she would have to attend the vigil for the fallen warrior, even then her pelt prickled at the thought of being near so many cats.

She forced her fur to flatten, and tried make her whiskers droop, head and shoulders hang, or possibly even force a tone of misery into her voice.

She looked at the body, fur tangled with blood.

Well, it's sunhigh and we've already had some cat die.

She sighed, yet again.

She knew she wouldn't get a moment to herself today.

She slunk back into the sea of cats, but she knew that up from the Jaggedrock, her pelt will still stick out like a sore paw, like it had always done.

Nightshade// She-cat// Warrior// 27 Moons

Mentions: Minnowpaw

She padded up to the fallen warrior, her dainty black paws; even though pads of which were black made virtually no sound. She was often thankful that her mother was Leopardstep, not any other cat, and she seemed to have been lucky enough to inherit her stealth and light-footedness.

She buried her black muzzle in the light-coloured pelt, and muttered a few words into her fur, her body has already begun to go cold. She shuddered slightly, feeling the cold envelop her for a second, before approaching Minnowpaw. "She was a good warrior." "I promise, though your new mentor will not replace her, you will have the knowledge of two warriors." Her voice was as usual, soft, and deeper than the majority of she-cat's, but it had a more honeyed finish to it. She licked Minnowpaw's ear quickly, hoping to have made her feel a bit better.

As usual, she had quite a few sadistic jokes, burning a hole in her tongue, but she couldn't say them, she bit her tongue, and forced out some more encouraging words, which she knew would be true.

"You will be a great warrior, I just know it..." As she spoke those words, she felt a prickle run down her spine.

But those words rolled off my tongue like ran off my tongue like raindrops.

She protested to herself, but she couldn't believe that she was saying those words to a cat.

She sighed, a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.