Posts by ?-??bou?d-?

Forms-
Username::
✦-Яɛbouиd-✧
Name::
Crystalbrook
Gender::
She-cat
Clan::
Pebble Clan
Age::
26 moons
Rank::
Medicine Cat
Personality::
Crystalbrook holds a gentle heart, and a caring nature. She is quite compassionate towards injured cats; be that in or out of the clan, and she will not let anyone stop her from taking care of the sick or wounded. Despite this, she is also known to be short-tempered when someone interrupts her work.
Appearance::
An unusually small she-cat, with dainty paws that allow her to move silently through the forest. Her pelt is a soft brown in colour, with delicate markings of white on her chest, underbelly, left front paw, and tail tip. She has a darker brown muzzle, and patches of beige above her eyes. Her eyes are a vivid blue in colour; like the brook she was named after.
Crush:: ~
Mate::
Forbidden
Kits::
N/A
History::
Crystalbrook was originally born to a loner and her mate, not far from Clan territory. She was raised with a firm, but caring paw, and was taught to be respectful and forgiving. When she turned 3 moons old, her mother joined PebbleClan in hope of a better life for her and her child. Her father chose to remain a loner, and she hasn't seen him since.

Forms-
Username::
✦-Яɛbouиd-✧
Name::
Yewtalon
Gender::
Tom
Clan::
StreamClan
Age::
31 moons
Rank::
Warrior
Personality::
Yewtalon is arrogant and loud, but serves his clan with a fierce loyalty. He dislikes kitty-pets, and anyone baring their blood, and so may come across as bad-mannered or sarcastic. He enjoys fighting, and is usually the first to rush into a battle; just for the thrill of it.
Appearance::
Yewtalon is an average sized tom, with large, pointed ears and a terribly battle-scarred face. His pelt is a washed-out grey colour, with flecks of darker grey along his back and paws. His tail and ears are a dark brown in colour, the same shade as his small, wet nose. His most noticeable features are his long talon-like claws, which have aided him in the many battles he has fought. His eyes are a surprisingly gentle hazel, though they are usually always narrowed.
Crush:: ~
Mate::~
Kits::~
History::
He was simply born and raised in StreamClan, without much pain or loss in his life at all. He generally started to dislike Kitty-pets when he was an apprentice, and had a bad run-in with one of them. After that he becomes irritated at the mention of them. His foul mouth has gotten him into a fair share of fights over the years, earning him an array of scars which he wears like trophies.

Forms-
Username::
✦-Яɛbouиd-✧
Name::
Swamppaw
Gender::
She-cat
Clan::
ReedClan
Age::
9 moons
Rank::
Apprentice
Personality::
She is loud, optimistic and hard-working, but usually always ends up falling flat on her face. Yes, this young she-cat is a natural klutz and can't seem to do anything without messing it up at least a little bit. She cannot hunt well, or fight as well as others, but has miraculously managed to succeed in climbing trees. In fact, some would say that it is her only strong point.
Appearance::
A large apprentice, with paws seemingly too big for her body, and a long, sleek tail. Her fur is a dusty white, with patches of light brown decorating it. Her paws are a solid brown, as if she has stepped in mud or dirt. Her eyes are equally as brown, with flecks of amber in their depths.
Crush::~
Mate::~
Kits::~
History::
Swamppaw was originally a Kitty-pet, born and bred. She was content with her life in the little house, with the little bed and little garden, but she felt like something was missing. So when she was 7 moons old, she stumbled nervously into the forest, in search of whatever she was missing. At first it was all just a confusing mess; weird smells, strange sounds and sudden pain. She had been bowled over by a Clan Cat, and was scared out of her wits. But after being told she was on their territory, she soon understood their rash actions; not that she appreciated being jumped on. She asked if she could become a Clan Cat, and after proving herself worthy, she was accepted. After only 2 moons of training, she is already beginning to grow used to the warrior life.

Forms-
Username::
✦-Яɛbouиd-✧
Name::
Shortstride
Gender::
Tom-cat
Clan::
BeechClan
Age::
22 moons
Rank::
Warrior
Personality::
Shortstride is quiet and independent; usually never asking others for help, no matter how much he may need it. He enjoys talking to others, but dose tend to shy away from them, as he finds it hard to string sentences together... well, one's that make sense. He'll be the last to join in a fight, and usually always looks for a resolve before conflicting.
Appearance::
As his name suggests, he is a surprisingly short tom-cat; the height of an apprentice. He has slightly shaggy fur, which is a pale, sandy colour and the only other colour on him, is the marking of white between his eyes. His orbs are large, and a dappled green; like damp moss.
Crush::~
Mate::~
Kits::~
History::
Shortstride was born and raised in BeechClan, taking the warrior code with complete seriousness, and never once straying from its words. His mother died recently, but he has not let this affect his duties, as she had lived a long and joyful life right through to her elder years.

((Haha, Tangleleaf to the rescue~ She's a small LaPerm Cat, with brown tabby-striped fur and a white chest, muzzle and paws. Her eyes are amber))

Tangleleaf's small, pink nose twitched slightly as the overpowering stench of fox drifted to her nostrils. She was up-wind, so she felt safe enough from the Fox. Still, she wasn't one for putting herself in danger needlessly, so it was pretty much decided that she would turn the other way and- What was that sound? She sniffed at the air tentatively, her maw slightly parted as she took in the scent. There was a cat in that direction! Did they not know there was a fox there? Tangleleaf's head whipped around, just in time to see the fox spring out of the bushes and towards the unsuspecting tom; knocking him down. "Ah, fox-dung!" She yelped, charging down-stream towards the beast and the other cat. She noticed Icepaw attacking the Fox, and joined in with a loud hiss.

Hehe, thank you for accepting!
I'll start posting right away~

Crystalbrook murmured softly to herself as she sorted through the herbs; her long tail twitching every now and again. Too her pleasure, most of the herbs were in stock... though, she could do with collecting more Poppy-seeds.

Swamppaw winced slightly, as she looked down at her paw-pad. Another thorn? Surely this must be some sort of joke! She'd only been a Clan Cat for two moons, and she had been in the Medicine Cat's Den more times than she could count. Littleclaw was going to grow tired of her! "U-umm, Littleclaw..." She called quietly into the Medicine den, looking sheepish.

Frigidpaw shouldered his way out of the apprentice's den; his silver eyes half-lidded with tiredness. It didn't seem fair that he always had to get up so 'early'. The young tom noticed Lightshine pawing at something, and was about to tease the warrior about weird habits... well, until he realized what she was pawing at. A kit! It couldn't have been more than four moons old! "Lightshine, what in StarClan is that kit doing here?!" He asked briskly, his voice raising a pitch with panic. It wasn't one of SnowClan's kits, that was for sure. He peered at Freeze with a mixture of curiosity and worry. "Hey, kid... are you okay? Wake up... you can't go to sleep here" He murmured quite pathetically, his tail tip twitching.

Thrushflight glanced cautiously at the lone she-cat, his dark eyes watching her skeptically. He was never one to judge, but he did need to be careful. After all he was a Rouge now, and for all he knew, he could be on Clan territory. After a moment he felt a slight pang of worry, the surprise being that it wasn't for himself, it was for the young She-cat who hadn't moved an inch since he'd laid eyes on her. No. He should turn around and walk away. She had nothing to do with him. But I can't just leave her here either, he added mentally. With a submissive sigh, he padded towards the rock that Meadowstripes lay on. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, placing a gentle paw on her shoulder, and giving her a slight shake.

"U-umm, well..." Swamppaw watched as the Medicine Cat sorted through her herbs. She looked really busy, which meant this was just going to cause more of a hassle for her. She was meant to be proving that 'Kitty-pets' could be useful too, not that they waste the Medicine Cat's time. "I, um, have a thorn stuck in my paw," the word 'again' hung unsaid in the air, "I tried to get it out... but... I couldn't get a grip on it"

"No, I would never do that." Thrushflight felt his brown eyes narrow with sympathy as the she-cat returned to her unconscious state. She was a pretty she-cat, with a nice -if not quiet- voice, but that was not what he should be concentrating on. I'm no Medicine Cat, so I don't have a clue what's wrong with her... He thought glumly, his brown tail flicking. But then again, maybe she's hungry. He got to his paws and whispered 'stay safe' to the unconscious she-cat, before tearing away across the forest. He would hunt, as it was his strongest point. A while later he returned with two mice in his jaws; not much, but the first things he scented. He sat quietly down next to the she-cat and placed the mice by her paws. "I wonder where you came from... are you a rouge like me? A Clan cat? A kitty-pet?" He sniffed the air tentatively... definitely not a Kitty-pet.

Swamppaw stifled a sigh of relief when Littleclaw didn't sound angry, and felt herself give a small nod of her head. "O-okay," she murmured lifting her paw so that the thorn was in view. She never really was one for pain of any sort, but she was sure it could be worse.

Username:
✦-Яɛbouиd-✧
Cat Name:
Pollakpaw
Gender:
Tom
Age in Moons:
7 moons
Rank:
Apprentice
Description:
A small apprentice, with a long, thin tail and large ears. His fur is a light grey in color, with a darker stripe that covers the top of his head, his ears, back and tail. His legs are also that same shade of dark grey. His claws are very small, and hook around like talons, and his eyes are narrowed and amber.
Personality:
Pollakpaw is a loud apprentice, with an uncanny skill for fishing. He doesn't like small talk, but enjoys training with his mentor and always attempts to be the best at what he does. Though he's a great swimmer, he's not at all fast on land and so becomes easily irritated when cats mention how slow he is. Despite this, he's generally a talkative, enthusiastic apprentice with a strong will.
Mate/Crush:
None~
Other:
His mother died giving birth to him, so he doesn't know much about her. Snooksplash is his father.

Username:
✦-Яɛbouиd-✧
Cat Name:
Snooksplash
Gender:
Tom
Age in Moons:
28 moons
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
He's a lithe, and lightly muscled warrior with sharp hazel eyes and small, rounded ears. His fur is grey, with flecks of brown in it, and his tail is the same solid brown color. He has markings of white on his underbelly and chest as well as his back right paw.
Personality:
He's a loyal warrior, with a strong opinion on most things he comes across. He has been known for judging those outside the Clan harshly, but treats those he knows with respect and dignity. He is also quite willing to put the Clan before his own life, and will never do wrong against them... well, not on purpose.
Mate/Crush:
Deceased/Open
Other:
His mate died giving birth to Pollakpaw, and he decided then that he'd never love another after that.

Oh, thank StarClan she's okay! Thrushflight let out a long puff of air through his maw; relived that the she-cat had finally regained consciousness. Though, he was soon confused by her strange array of questions. She couldn't remember where she was? Scrap that! She couldn't even remember who she was. He blinked at the she-cat, and smiled warmly despite his puzzlement, "I'm Thrushflight of-" He paused, he had been about to 'Thrushflight of ShadowClan', but he was no longer part of that clan... not anymore. "I'm just Thrushflight... and you're in a forest. Same as me" He stated with a good-humor, not liking to admit he himself had wandered into unknown territory. "As for who you are, I was hoping that you could answer that" He added, with a worried glance at the she-cat. "I don't know what's happened to you, but it looks like you've lost your memory"

Snooksplash rolled his muscular shoulders back, and pushed his front paws forward; stretching the last scraps of sleep out of his body. After a moment, his keen, hazel eyes glanced across the camp, catching sight of Mistycloud; RippleClan's deputy. He briskly made his way towards the she-cat, waving his long, brown tail in greeting. "Morning, Mistycloud" He smiled warmly, his pale whiskers giving a light twitch. "Have you decided on any patrols yet?"

~~~
Pollakpaw lay in the apprentice's den, his flanks rising and falling in rhythm with his light snores. He'd been training himself hard the previous day, and that along with the fact he usually slept in late, didn't help him wake at all. The young tom stirred slightly, then continued to snore.

Character Name:
Galesting

Character Age:
24 moons

Gender:
Tom

Alliance:
SnowClan

Rank:
Warrior

Appearance:
Neither strikingly attractive, nor completely repulsive to look at. Galesting is a lithely built tom-cat, with long legs that carry him swiftly over even ground. His ears are slightly small, and are rounded at their points; with noticeable snips in the left one. His long tail is also visibly kinked near the base, leaving him quite unbalanced when climbing trees or swimming. The young tom's pelt is fairly shaggy in appearance, and slightly matted in some parts; showing off his impatience with trivial things such as grooming.There are also scars riddling through the coarse fur, marking the many battles he has fought for SnowClan. His pelt is generally very light, being a pallid grey in it's color with lighter grey stripes weaving down his back and tail. There are markings of dark grey just under his eyes, and on the tip of his maw; as well as the bands of grey around his hind hocks. His orbs are a dappled silver hue, with gentle rings of brown around the iris, which give him an overall icy appearance.
Personality:
Galesting is a calm and relaxed tom, by his own nature. He often tends to be more social rather than hostile, and though he can sometimes seem slightly impatient, he has a gentle heart. The young tom to acts based on his emotions instead of meaningless reason, and manages to throw himself into difficult situations because of that. His thoughts and opinions are solid and will rarely change to suit others; making it clear that he isn't one to take advice from someone he considers too 'logic based.' When about the clan, he appears to be friendly and laid-back, though some may comment he is slightly too laid back. He is aiming to become a sensible and reasonable mentor, who pushes their apprentice the their limits. So far he has became responsible, but by no means sensible. He dislikes looking back into the past, as he finds it idle and distracting, so instead he has a fierce passion for looking towards the future. The lithe tom relies on his speed to help him in any fights he may get reeled into, and that along with his surprisingly swift thinking usually aids him greatly. He may not be the most intelligent or strongest of toms you'd meet, but his inventive and creative techniques usually allow him to fight just as well as one.

---Likes: He enjoys the rain, talking with other cats, watching kit's reactions when they first see snow, watching snow in general.
--- Dislikes: He doesn't particularly like arguing, looking into the past, hot days and people who disregard their own feelings.
---Strengths: He's skillfully swift, creative and good at reasoning his opinions.
---Weaknesses: He isn't very intelligent, nor is he remarkably strong, balanced or patient.

History:
Galesting was but a young kit when his father, Fager, lead a small group of grown cats and two kits, in the southern parts of the forest; Whisper his strong-willed mother, Chasten his brown-pelted uncle, Jester his silver cousin and Sting his petite brother. Sadly when Fager and Chasten were out scavenging for food, a ragged looking rouge stumbled into their territory. When the cat told them to clear off, Galesting's cousin -being the coward he was- scattered; leaving Whisper to confront the cat by herself. She wasn't at all a violent queen, and instead of fighting, she attempted to reason with the other cat, saying that the land belonged to her and her mate; a mistake. The starving tom killed her in his hungered frenzy, prepared to do the same to both of the kits if they didn't move. Naturally Galesting -just Gale at the time- bolted away, scared out of his wits by what he had witnessed. He left his brother with the Rouge... just left him. He still regrets doing that now, but it is too late to turn back time. The kit didn't stop running, not until he had collapsed in feeble a heap on the forest floor; petrified and alone. That was where a SnowClan patrol found him, and took him in. They saved his life, and though he wonders whether his brother is still alive out there, he has remained loyal to his adoptive Clan thought his life.
Roleplay Sample:
(In his apprentice days)
The young tom slowly blinked his large, ice-colored eyes; drowsiness ebbing from each of his features as he examined the rough pad of his paw. He had never been one for early rises, and so a sleepless night hadn't helped much at all. Not that he was going to complain or anything... he didn't want to come across as a moaner. With a stifled sigh, he tentatively lifted his paw to his mouth, and gave it a half-hearted lick, before drawing it over his slightly-rounded ear; his listless gaze peering out of the Apprentice's den. After a moment, Galepaw blew a loud puff of air through his maw; clearly contemplating whether or not to actually move. Then with a lazy and almost irritated flick of his tail, he lifted himself unevenly to his paws and padded towards the fresh kill pile; his lower jaw dropping into an inaudible yawn as he did so. He gave his head a brief shake, as if clearing the sleep away, and then let his lips curl up into a listless smile. SnowClan... his home. Yeah, that had a nice ring to it. As he neared the fresh-kill pile, he soon noticed that there was barely any prey left for the choosing. Not only that, but the prey left had a slightly bitter stale smell; hardly appetizing. Presides, there wasn't any point in him eating when he wasn't hungry... especially not when other cats could probably use a meal as well. He noticed his newly appointed mentor, Cuttlesplash, near the pile and gave her a small nod in greeting; a toothy grin appearing on his maw. "Morning, Cuttlesplash!" The grey tom called over to the she-cat, his pale whiskers twitching lightly. He cast a brisk glance across the clan's camp, and then returned his gaze to her, his expresion slightly questioning. "There's hardly any kill left," He noted quietly, "dose that mean you're going to take me hunting training?" He grinned warmly at Cuttleplash, his kinked tail curling lightly as he spoke.

Comments:
Please let me know if there's anything I need to fix :'DD

"Yes, I feel as though a patrol could wake me up" Snooksplash mused, nodded his silver head once. His limbs were still slightly stiff from a long night's sleep, though it wasn't something he was about to complain about. His rounded ear gave a light flick at the mention of Smokepaw, "oh, he's already twelve moons?" He smiled softly, recalling memories of when he himself was an apprentice. If he was honest, it didn't feel very long ago at all... time passes quickly. "When are we leaving?" He asked light-heartedly, casting a brief glance at Smokepaw.

((Sorry I poofed ^.^;))
Snooksplash shook his head slowly, clearing away the distant daze that had threatened to distract him. To late now though, the patrol had ended and all he'd done was trail around after Mistycloud and Smokepaw; like a dreamy-eyed kit. He'd have to apologize to the deputy later, after all it was very disrespectful of him not to pay attention to the patrol. His ear gave a nervous flick, as he scanned the camp for Mistycloud. Yes, he had noticed the new cats. And, no, he was not going to talk to them. He had never been on friendly terms with those outside the clan; even with these three accepted, it was going to take a lot for him to warm up to them. Once he was certain he couldn't find Mistycloud, he turned on his heals and padded to the place furthest from the loners new clan cats. Which happened to be the den of the medicine cat. His rounded ears caught the sound of Aurorasong singing; it was pleasant. He stayed silent, so not to interrupt.
~~~

Pollakpaw stirred slightly, his tiny, pink nose twitching irritably as a piece of stray moss tickled at it. He rolled over onto his side, and roughly rubbed at his nose with a large paw; before sneezing himself noisily awake. "Huh?" He mumbled, blinking his large, honey-colored eyes against sleep. With something close to a sigh, the small apprentice pushed himself to his paws, and shouldered his way out of the den. It wasn't long before he caught the scent of new cats, and -him being him- couldn't resist bounding over to them with a smirk plastered on his face. He nodded in greeting at Smokepaw, before turning his skeptical eyes on Bone. "Who are you?" He asked Bone in a clipped tone, before letting his yellow eyes widen in awe. "Whoa, you're huge! And I mean seriously huge! How did you grow that big?! What have you been eating? Am I going to grow at all?!" He fired the questions at the other tom with enthusiasm; soon realizing how childish he sounded.

Thrushflight watched quietly, as Meadowstripes found the huge gash on her head; his brown eyes a light with new-found worry. He didn't even know this she-cat, and yet he still couldn't help the discomforted feeling he got when she looked panicked. "What happened? That's what I'd like to know. I just found you sprawled out on this rock." He murmured quietly, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. Who... or what had done this to the poor she-cat? He used his paw to nudge the two mice over the the she-cat, his eyes not leaving the gash. "Here, you should eat these." He told the she-cat with a firm, yet soft tone. "I'm sorry it's not much... I didn't want to leave you for long when you were unconscious" He added, his expression apologetic. "If you want, I could try to scent something bigger..." His eyes traveled back to the gash, "and find some cobwebs?"

Swamppaw winced slightly, as Littleclaw smoothly pulled the thorn out; her dark orbs screwed tightly shut. She stayed stock still, as LittleClaw placed the leaf on her paw, feeling tempted to nod her 'OK' at the other she-cat. Though, she knew better, since that would mean moving. So instead, she murmured, "okay, Littleclaw," while peeking tentatively out of one eye.

How about my SnowClan tom, Galesting? Here's his Bio: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/adva…sg7263996.html#msg7263996

Tanglethorn watched the other cats guardedly, while grooming away the mud and dust that had clung to her pelt during the battle with the fox. Wow, it was lucky so many cats heard the commotion, or something unpleasant may have happened. She licked a dainty paw, before dragging it over her ear lazily; slightly worn out from the fight. "Well, not to interrupt, but I am Tanglethorn. I'm a Rouge, and do not ask why. It's my business" The young she-cat told Scartail, her whiskers giving a light twitch. It would have sounded rude, had she not thrown in the playful wink. She then shook her head once, as if to clear it, and glanced at Shortheart. "No new members, huh?" She questioned, an enthusiastic look in her eyes. "Sounds interesting... how about you take me on? I'm sure you'll find me a satisfactory warrior" She threw Shortheart a toothy grin, before her eyes started traveling from cat to cat in the group.