Posts by ClanCat123

Slickdude117 wrote:

Character Name:Cream

Character Age:22 moons

Gender:male

Alliance:none

Rank:None

Appearance (6 or more sentences):Creamish tabby with white spots on his chest, feet, and muzzle. Swirl of brown fur on his sides(basically looks like my avatar.)

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):Nice, kind, and loyal, Cream isn't a shy cat. He can be very outgoing and fun, and will never give up easily. Sometimes he will stay away from fights, but he will never stand down when he is threatened or a friend is in trouble. He will do anything to help a cat in need.
---Likes (at least 3):Hunting, making friends, going on adventures.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):Bullies, being upset, getting into fights.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):Speed, adrenaline.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):Fights, arguements, pretty cats.

History (8 or more sentences):Cream was born in the forest. His mother was a forest cat and his father was a clan cat. He was kidnapped by twolegs and escaped at the age of 15 moons. He has a huge hatred of twolegs, and was beaten mercilessly in his first fight. He made his first friend in a twolegcamp, and his friend was attacked by another cat. Cream was too afraid to fight, and his friend was killed. After that day, he would never let another one of his friends be hurt.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):Cream walked through the twolegcamp. There were many dark allies, and he stuck to the shadows to keep from being seen.

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Angelireland wrote:

Character Name:Angel McEndree

Character Age:three moons

Gender:Female

Alliance:Kittypet

Rank:kit

Appearance (6 or more sentences): Angel has a shiny, fluffy snow-white pelt that looked as if it was glowing when in sunlight. She has dark blue eyes and an extremely short tail. Her turquoise kittypet
collar dangles around her neck with a golden tag on it that says,"Angel McEndree. If lost please call this number," with a phone number on it. She usually has soil or mud on her paws, an effect of horseplay outside. Her pelt is also usually ragged and shaggy because of her jumping around and adventuring. Angel is also remarkably small because of being the runt of the litter. She always has big huge bright eyes and never frowns unless something is really bothering her, which does not happen often.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):Angel is very bouncy and adventurous. She never likes to stay in one place at a time and she's always talking. She loves to climb the tree in her front yard and roll around with her favorite ball of yarn. She's very nice and caring, but sometimes she can get a little bit annoying. She loves to dig up newly cut patches of grass with her claws and take a tumble in the mud.When she gets angry she can be as dangerous as a wolf. She also has a tiny voice that squeaks a lot when she talks.
---Likes (at least 3):She loves to eat meow mix, sit on the white fence in her yard, and stare out at the forest. She also likes to get dirty and pounce of creatures in her yard, even though she never catches them.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):She hates flies and thinks that they are very annoying. She doesn't like darkness, because she is afraid of the dark. She doesnt like baths because she loves to get dirty.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):She's good at dodging attacks, She's also very fast, and she is very sneaky.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):She is not good at catching prey, she get's lost easily, and she's not very powerful with attacks. She also very bad at climbing trees.

History (8 or more sentences):When Angel was born she was taken away from her mother too soon, so she is very tiny.She got sold to an teenager, who she drove crazy. So she was sold again and again. She finally found her owner, a 13 year old boy. She was born with a short tail, and her brother's and sisters teased her about. She once leaped off the roof, believing she could fly. The effect of that was a broken paw, that healed very quickly. She just lived a normal kittypet life, always on her white fence staring out at the forest. She had never got in before and eager to try one day.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):Angel was in her front yard, rolling her favorite ball of yarn between her two paws. She was a white she-cat kitten with dark blue eyes and a surprisingly short tail. Her white pelt was layered with mud and soil, but she didn't care. The sunlight streamed through the tall, green trees and shined on her pelt. Even through the dirt on her pelt, it still shined beautifully. She heard a noise coming from the forest on the other side and tilted her head. She leaped up from her spot on the grass and onto the white fence. It was a cat howling. Probably one of those, "wild cats," her mother had told her about when she was younger. "One day...," She vowed to herself, "I'll go in there..one day." The leaped down and curled up in a ball on the grass. The only object dividing the two worlds was a white picked fence.

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Bonescythe wrote:

Character Name:Sirentail

Character Age:16 moons

Gender:she-cat

Alliance:Shadowclan

Rank:warrior

Appearance (6 or more sentences):A silver she-cat with marbled tabby markings starting from her back and ending at the base of her tail. Her blue eyes are ice cold and have tints of dark blue. She has a torn right ear,along with a white scar on her leg. Along with those scars,she has a scar over her left eye,dark brown not making her pretty. Speaking of her eye,she's also blind in the left which makes it hard for her to hunt. Sirentail is def in the right,too making it hard to sense her enimies.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):She's very shy and feels terrible when people talk about her scars. If you talk about her scars she gets very angry,but its just because she's nervous. Mostly she's energetic and very talkitive towards nice cats. She's very friendly and can keep a great secret. Sirentail gets very silent when people talk about her. She can even be aggresive if need be.
---Likes (at least 3):frogs,hunting,and friends
--- Dislikes (at least 3):water,fights and heights
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):hunting,stalking and being quiet
---Weaknesses (At least 3):swiming,heights,and hot weather

History (8 or more sentences):Sirential was always bothered as a kit. Other kits made fun of her and didn't play with her. She felt terrible and lived most of her kit hood in silence. She would sit in her certain tree which she called her bird tree and miss her apprentice hood. The only reason she passed was because she practiced alone. No one knew about her tree and no one does today either. She made one friend and only one friend. She never talked to anyone,not even her mother and father.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):Sirentail sneaked out of camp,looking for any cats who would talk to her. She bolted out,racing to her tree,dodging trees and rocks that were sticking out. Once out of sight,she climbed her tree to the very top. She rested herself on her long branch,smiling. She took out a crow from a hole in the tree she kept prey in. She feasted on it,remembering the code and felt extremely bad. She threw and started to cry softly so no cat heard her.She sobbed for a while then slowly climbed down,her claws raking the side of the tree. As she got to the bottom,she heard,"Hello Sirentail." She froze and turned around,very scared,her eyes huge.

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ringo`` wrote:

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^{Character Name: ricochet}

^{Character Age: around sixteen moons.}

^{Gender: tom.}

^{Alliance: none.}

^{Rank: loner/rogue}

^{Appearance (6 or more sentences): you see an extraordinary figure standing before you. a white-tipped tail flicking with anticipation in the faint moonlight. you catch a glimpse of luminous yellow eyes glittering with quiet knowledge. take note of the dark tabby coat, so glossy and fine-haired, as the immediate hues of brown and black blanket his pelt in marbled tabby patches. but most of all, you notice the remarkable, broad shoulders, through the eerie gloom, seeming almost out of place with the lithe frame that now crowds your vision. as this masculine creature; looming over your less significant-seeming body; steps into clearer vision, you take the chance to notice the white-tipped paws, a small, white locket on his chest, and a white nose and bib. it isn't too much white, of course. you train your eyes on a waving tail colored a darker shade than the rest of his body, so long and soft and handsome...
moving on, you find yourself squinting to get a better at his eyes- ever-changing pools of loud emotion and thought. a radiant yellow shines through as the dominant color, brightly followed by a deep, alluring crimson hue. these eyes are like broken glass. you ought to take a picture.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): greetings, readers. i am known as ricochet. i am an independent and diverse fellow, mind you, and i prefer a solitary lifestyle. when i come across a stray she cat, i don't hesitate to have my fun and games, and i love playing with another being's mind. as much as i try to savor the fun, sometimes i get a bit carried away, and find myself doing things i don't normally do. no one really expects this, which makes it all the more interesting.
i'm not very fond of a popular bunch of rouges, seeing how they tend to get full of themselves and quite a bit domineering. i steer clear of the clans in most cases, but many times curiosity overpowers consciousness and i find myself taking a peek a private clan cat business- always entertaining in the dull life of a rouge.
when i become healous of another, it's no light thing to shake off. i become very aggressive when feeling upstaged, and a strive to make a memorable impression.
---Likes (at least 3): ricochet enjoys flirting with females, and is quite fond of younger cats. he is also a sucker for fights.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): ricochet is very socially conscious and doesn't like to see other cats fight to claim the fame. he absolutely despises clans and tribes that are not of the original four; [ ie. wind, river, thunder, and shadow clans; ] as he believes they are not true clans. ricochet hates 'the popular' and well known bunch; not to mention gets very jealous of them at times.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): ricochet has a good habit of making friends, and he is often looked up to. despite his gentle nature, ricochet is a fierce fighter and longs for the occasional adrenaline rush.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): feeding off of hating the 'populars', ricochet often gets too aggressive when jealous and gets himself into more trouble than he signed up for. his hunting could use a little work. as nimble as ricochet is, he is forgetful and often is louder than he thinks he is. if ricochet is calm, he will always have a plan. but, if you get him angry, this tom will drop everything to get back at you. he doesn't seem to understand the difference between being proud and and being arrogant.}

^{History (8 or more sentences): ricochet doesn't know it, but his lines started way back as a kittypet. but this was quite a unique kind, given a dog-tag and being treated like a 'bad boy'. eventually his ancestors grew tired of kittypet life, and moved on to a rouge style, roaming the clans. the dog-tags are still passed down from parent to child, on the first tom that the parent gives birth to. an odd way of life, yes, but not very complicated.
ricochet spends his current life getting into trouble, and hoping for the adrenaline rush along the way. being a rouge is tiring, so sometimes he'll just kick back and relax. hope for prey to pass right beneath his paws. every day is a leisurely stroll to the tabby tom, and maybe he really does need someone to give a scare once in a while...}

^{Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): ricochet yawned and stretched, blinking in the light of the early morning sun. a warm breeze lifted his spirits, ruffling his fur up in a free fashion. his tag jingled against his chest, warming his thoughts of early memories. ricochet took in an intoxicating breath as he serenely watched the sunlight filter through the pines. "a nice day for a stroll," the tom mused out loud, setting off for the long day ahead.}

^{Comments (optional): my first advanced bio. :]}

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ringo`` wrote:

^{Character Name: ricochet}

^{Character Age: around sixteen moons.}

^{Gender: tom.}

^{Alliance: none.}

^{Rank: loner/rogue}

^{Appearance (6 or more sentences): an extraordinary figure stands before the average cat. a white-tipped tail flicking with anticipation in the faint moonlight. luminous yellow eyes glittering with quiet knowledge. a deep and dark tabby coat, so glossy and fine-haired, as the immediate hues of brown and black blanket his pelt in marbled tabby patches. but most of all, it's hard not to notice the remarkable, broad shoulders, through the eerie gloom, seeming almost out of place with the lithe frame that now stares at you with a skeptical expression. as this masculine creature; looming over any other less significant-seeming body; steps into clearer vision, it becomes easier to notice the white-tipped paws, a small, white locket on his chest, and a white nose and bib. it isn't too much white, of course. a waving tail colored a darker shade than the rest of his body gives the tom a sort of menacing look.
many cats find themselves squinting to get a better at his eyes- ever-changing pools of loud emotion and thought. a radiant yellow shines through as the dominant color, brightly followed by a deep, alluring crimson hue. these eyes are like broken glass. don't hesitate to take a picture.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):ricochet is quite an independent and diverse fellow, and prefers a solitary lifestyle. when he crosses the path of a stray she cat, he doesn't hesitate to have his fun and games, and loves playing with another being's mind. as much as ricochet tries to savor the fun, sometimes he gets a bit carried away, and finds himself doing things h wouldn't normally do. no one really expects this, which makes it all the more interesting.
he's not very fond of a popular bunch of rouges, seeing how they tend to get full of themselves and quite a bit domineering. ricochet steer clear of the clans in most cases, but many times curiosity overpowers consciousness and he finds himself taking a peek a private clan cat business- always entertaining in the dull life of a rouge.
when ricochet become jealous of another, it's no light thing to shake off. he becomes very aggressive when feeling upstaged, and a strives to make a memorable impression.
---Likes (at least 3): ricochet enjoys flirting with females, and is quite fond of younger cats. he is also a sucker for fights.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): ricochet is very socially conscious and doesn't like to see other cats fight to claim the fame. he absolutely despises clans and tribes that are not of the original four; [ ie. wind, river, thunder, and shadow clans; ] as he believes they are not true clans. ricochet hates 'the popular' and well known bunch; not to mention gets very jealous of them at times.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): ricochet has a good habit of making friends, and he is often looked up to. despite his gentle nature, ricochet is a fierce fighter and longs for the occasional adrenaline rush.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): feeding off of hating the 'populars', ricochet often gets too aggressive when jealous and gets himself into more trouble than he signed up for. his hunting could use a little work. as nimble as ricochet is, he is forgetful and often is louder than he thinks he is. if ricochet is calm, he will always have a plan. but, if you get him angry, this tom will drop everything to get back at you. he doesn't seem to understand the difference between being proud and and being arrogant.}

^{History (8 or more sentences): ricochet doesn't know it, but his lines started way back as a kittypet. but this was quite a unique kind, given a dog-tag and being treated like a 'bad boy'. eventually his ancestors grew tired of kittypet life, and moved on to a rouge style, roaming the clans. the dog-tags are still passed down from parent to child, on the first tom that the parent gives birth to. an odd way of life, yes, but not very complicated.
ricochet spends his current life getting into trouble, and hoping for the adrenaline rush along the way. being a rouge is tiring, so sometimes he'll just kick back and relax. hope for prey to pass right beneath his paws. every day is a leisurely stroll to the tabby tom, and maybe he really does need someone to give a scare once in a while...}

^{Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): ricochet yawned and stretched, blinking in the light of the early morning sun. a warm breeze lifted his spirits, ruffling his fur up in a free fashion. his tag jingled against his chest, warming his thoughts of early memories. ricochet took in an intoxicating breath as he serenely watched the sunlight filter through the pines. "a nice day for a stroll," the tom mused out loud, setting off for the long day ahead.
ricochet paused to find a horrid scent lingering in the morning air. he was quite familiar with this stench, for he had experienced it many times before. the reek of shadowclan flooded his senses, and ricochet let out a disgusted snort. "just when i started to enjoy my day!" he groaned, maybe a bit too loud.
padding forward in more of a rushed matter now, the tom ventured deeper into the heart of shadowclan territory. ricochet shook his head vigorously, as if that would keep the horrible smell from entering his nostrils. you think you've gotten used to it by now, and then boom! it hits you again! he thought bitterly, picking up his pace to a quiet trot.}

^{Comments (optional): my first advanced bio. :]}

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NoneStar wrote:

Character Name:NoneStar

Character Age: 999 Moons

Gender: Male

Alliance: Starclan

Rank: Leader

Appearance (6 or more sentences): A strong male cat. He has a scar on his right eye and some stories to tell. Black cat with green eyes and Ice particles on him. He is strong and flexible with VERY long whiskers.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Happy, Starclan Has promised him a good hunt onece he passes. He was promised long life and many freinds. Meant to rule the forest with a helpful hand. he is strong but says he's always cold and likes it. Ice particles float around him.
---Likes (at least 3): Starclan, Emortal clan, Adventure.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Evil, Tigerstar, Rats
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Powers of Ice+light, Has angels helping him. Starclan protects him.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Dark/evil Dark forest, Dark starclan Tricks
History (8 or more sentences): Onece a forgotten kit who made the forgotten clan called Emortal clan. Strong with many warriors he ruled the forest. When the twolegs came they moved and where the strongest clan. He always wanted to teach. He once had a freind who was a turtle but sadly died. He made One of the fortrees by planting it when he was a kit. He will live long and many moons he loves the moon and the stars and he's gazed at them for along time in his past.

Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Nonestar swoops down from a tree to geat a clanmate. 8)

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ѕтσямуηιgнт wrote:

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Name :
Bader

Age :
6 moons

Gender :
She-cat

Alliance :
ParadiseClan

Rank :
Apprentice

[font=times new roman]Appearance :
To describe such an exquisite she-cat is very difficult. And might take a while. She is pure American Shorthair through and through, although many believe she has persian in her due to her huge eyes. So let's start off with her body structure. She's a rather small she-cat, who's smaller than most she-cats among the clan but still stands a bit above the tiny cats. Everything about her is delicate. Her torso is a bit longer than most, and as her stomach makes it's way to her hind legs, it appears to dip upwards, making her seem even skinnier. She has long, lean legs which are quite deceptive; they're actually quite powerful and gives her the ability to jump higher than most. As you go down her legs you come across four nimble, tiny paws which are good for running and reaching into small places. Although her shoulders are nicely rounded and not broad in any way, they are quite muscular and can hold even the heaviest of she-cats. Placed upon her shoulders is a slightly circular, smooth head. With a muzzle that is rather short and a nose that is pink, surrounded by black fur, the last part we shall talk about is her ears. A good space apart, their triangles with rounded points. Now that we are done describing her physique, let's move onto the actual fur color, shall we? Bader…the name 'Bader' means full moon in Arabic. This word is a good word to describe her coat coloring. The base color that graces itself over her is a pale, creamy gray. Here, imagine a cloudy day. The cloud that doesn't look like it's carrying rain, but darker than a normal, fluffy white cloud. Or think of a dove's feather. Maybe the ash after a fire? Or how about the color of a pebble which had been bleached from the river running over it so many times? Well, if you can imagine this, you can certainly imagine her base color. Now, moving onto to her tabby stripes. Ah, her unique stripes. Now, these markings contrast greatly to her light pelt, as they are the darkest of grays-almost black. These stripes swim along her pelt like ripples in a body of water. They encase her body, clutching onto it for dear life. Her stripes can be described in a tiger's manner; they cut across her pelt and never zigzag or cross over each other. As you move towards her paws, the stripes become smaller, although they are also thicker in the middle. Her stripes are rather thick naturally however, so when you look on her back it looks like the moonlight being overshadowed. The moon! That's how Bader's pelt looks. Think of the moon in all it's glory, being striped upon by the midnight sky. Her face has the thinnest of the markings, although they point towards her eyes; the highlight of her face. Now while there's darker fur on her pelt, there is also lighter. Now, highlighting the dark fur enclosing her eyes, there is very pale, almost white, gray fur that thinly brings it out even more. This also goes for her nose, in which the color blends through her muzzle and ending a bit under her chin. Her underbelly is also enclosed with this milky color, as well as the tips of her toes and the inner part of her hind-legs. The last you will see of this color is at the tip of her tail, in which it slowly fades from tip to base. Now that we've gotten her pelt color down, now it's time to describe the feeling of this pelt. Now, since she is an American Shorthair, her fur is bound to be short. But that's only the beginning to this. With sleek, smooth coat and fur as soft as feathers that were warmed by the sun, she has got the fur everyone wants to press against. Luxurious fur, as she'll say herself. Her tuft inside her ears are a bit rougher, and her tail is nice and thin. Not too thin though, but perfect for her height. It's a bit longer than most. Now, the gem! Her huge, round, almond eyes. Encased in dark and light fur, they are stunning. Being a light, pale green with darker green on the outer edge and a bit of a peach color on the edge wrapping the other two colors. You see, Bader takes great pride in her eyes. They're the only part of her body that's un-proportional, as they are bigger than a normal cat's eyes.. And that is Bader and her stunning beauty.

Personality :
Bader is one she-cat you do not want to mess with. Being born from two loners, she learned how to fend for herself. She's headstrong and ready to take on anyone, with a clear mind and a closed heart. She's highly intelligent and quick-witted, but lacks in the creativity department. Bader's one of those cats in whom it takes a while for you to earn her trust. Bader has a strong intuition, and always relies on her gut to help her out of a tricky situation. While Bader might be reserved, dark, and doubtful at first, she will open up to you if she deems you to be a cat worthy of her heart. If you somehow do manage to wriggle your way into her large yet lonely heart, she will gladly love and accept you, and do the best to be a great friend. She's very protective of clan-mates, and would do absolutely anything for them, as they are her home now. Bader is extremely loyal and brave, ready to take on anything and anyone who gets in her way to be the best. She can be aggressive and won't always get jokes, or sarcasm for that matter. But if you're one of her friends, she'll be the umbrella in a storm. You'll be the glue that sticks the pieces of her heart together. While she has the good and the bad, Bader is extremely competitive. She wants to be the best she can be, and will often push herself to the extreme in order to make two ends meet. Bader is one of those cats who will not back down or give up until she succeeds her goal. Bader wants to be authority within the clan, and does have a good sense of common sense and brains to get her there. The only thing that might hold her back is her trust issues. Yes, she doesn't trust too easily and often can be seen by herself or with close friends, but she'll open up in her due time. Bader's a very manipulative she-cat; she gets her way. She's quite the flirt when it comes to getting what she wants, and is always up for the challenge. But beware; Bader is a she-wolf. Her mood can change as quickly as the clouds in the sky. One minute she can be perfectly happy, and the next minute she'll be spitting fire. Bader's a very bright young she-cat, who still has yet to make her pawprint on the world. As she ages, she will change from the cunning, swift, competitive cat to a loyal, strong-hearted, loving she-cat.

Likes :
Bader absolutely adores training. It might sound crazy, but she loves waking up early to go out with her mentor and to be the best she can be. From learning the hardest of battle moves to the simplest of hunting, she's all in for it. Bader also enjoys nighttime. She enjoys the moonlight and the affect it gives on her pelt. She likes being quizzed on her intelligence as well as solving the unsolvable[although sometimes she needs a bit of help]. Once she makes friends, she loves to hang out with them and having friendly competitions with them[although she can get a bit cocky of her skills].

Dislikes :
Bader will not be seen eating any fish any time soon, even though she does like crab and oysters. She hates the slimy, scaling feeling and doesn't like catching them. She's not a big fan of getting her pelt wet, and can be considered a 'dry-paw', in some cases. Swimming doesn't appeal to her, and always thinks of an excuse to not go out and do it. She hates when she gets a day off, because she believes that allows others to get ahead of her. She also dislikes being warm, since when she's cold she can just press up against someone or curl up in her nest.

Strengths :
Bader is quite the smartypants. She's always thinking on her paws and rarely gets any questions wrong, due to her intense training. She's fantastic at hunting and never fails to bring home a couple pieces of fresh-kill. She's good at battling, too. Even though she's not very big or muscular, she's quite stealthy and is able to take her opponent by surprise and use her agility to bring them down faster than they would like to have. It seems like endless nights of training and begging her mentor for more work actually paid off!

Weaknesses :
Bader is too competitive. She gets so worked up to be the best apprentice that she wears herself out and then spends the rest of the day moping around like a zombie. With her trusting issues and pride, she refuses help from others even when she desperately needs it. Bader's also not the best swimmer. She doesn't know how to swim and could easily drown if she went too far out in the ocean or fell into the river. She's the best when it comes to sarcasm and jokes, and takes things too seriously. Bader can also be very hard to train since she always believes she's right and she knows best.

History :
Bader was born to two loners, along with her four brothers and sister. She was the only one to inherit their father's gray fur, while the others inherited their mother's black pelt. Right off the bat, she was taught everything she needed to know to defend herself. Bader, merely two moons, was often pushed to the limit, which caused her to have difficulty with simpler tasks. Once, she had strayed too far from their make-shift nest, and came across an angry rouge. She nearly would of been dead if it wasn't for an unknown Paradiseclan cat saving her. Before she could get a good look, she was whisked away by her mother while her father had driven the rouge further away from them. When she reached four moons, her parents[and siblings] abandoned her, as they found five kits would be easier to manage, and Bader would be able to take care of herself. For two moons she lived close to the camp, finding comfort when she would see pelts go in and out of the entrance, knowing she would live for another day. It was only two days ago she decided to boldly reveal herself to a patrol and be taken back to camp. She turned 6 moons yesterday.

Role-play Sample :
Isn't my first advanced bio~

Comments :
Paradiseclan has a very strange tradition. When a kit reaches the time to become an apprentice, Starclan marks a tribal tattoo among their pelt. When the time comes, Bader will be given the Octopus tattoo, which will be placed on her left hind leg, wrapping around it.

THIS CLAN SHE IS IN IS IN FREE RP
Paradise Falls!

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ღ Timey wrote:

Character Name: Fishkit - Fishpaw - Fishwave

Character Age: 1 season

Gender: Tomcat

Alliance: RiverClan, and proud of it

Rank: Warrior, apprentice is Poppypaw. (Her bio: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…2.msg26120651#msg26120651 )

Appearance (6 or more sentences): At first glance, this warrior appears to be a large blue tom. That's all, nothing interesting about him, but ah, how wrong that is. Fishwave is a very muscular fellow, with board shoulders and powerful legs. His head is large and his muzzle is long and wide, he is sometimes teased about it, which upsets him, though he tries hide it. Along with being wide, this tomcat is tall, with long, strong legs and generously-sized paws. Even though he is young, he is very big and a powerful opponent if you meet him in battle.

Fishwave has a thick, dense, fluffy pelt that is a extremely handsome color, like the darkest, yet lightest of blue-grays. A pearly-white blaze cleans up his face and forehead, like someone sprinkled fresh, clean snow down his fur. His ears are a touch larger than most like, but it fits with the rest of his large profile. A large bright pink nose brings bright color to his face, and goes perfectly with his blaze. This large warrior's tail is busy, fluffy, white-tipped, and very, very long.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Fishwave is probably the most cheerful, bright, kind-hearted cat you could ever meet. He has an amazing sense of humor, and can find something funny in every problem, the silver lining in any dark cloud. He would gladly give you his dinner, and would die for his loved ones without question. This tom has fierce loyalty, and will serve his Clan until the day he dies. Despite this, he does have a temper and sharp tongue, which he isn't afraid to use. Finally, Fishwave is very kind and loving, and has a soft spot for kits.
---Likes (at least 3): Kits, jokes, playing, swimming, eating, hunting, training
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Fire, cranky cats, cats who tease him
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Fishwave's size is a great ally in hunting and fighting, he is brave, cats tend to trust him
---Weaknesses (At least 3): He can be sluggish in water, he trusts to easily, he can be overly cocky and daring

History (8 or more sentences): Fishwave was born and raised in RiverClan. His mother, Riverlap, died while giving birth to him. His father, Firequench, died before Fishkit had even opened his eyes. He was killed by a rouge when out on a night stroll. Fishkit was instead nursed and raised by his aunt, Moonstorm, and her mate, Boltfrost. He was raised under the impression that they were his true parents, and only learned the truth later. Fishwave doesn't know that his 3 siblings mysteriously vanished at birth. During his apprenticeship, he trained with a Dark Forest warrior named Tigerdeath, but realized that he was being used and stopped. He was mentored by Flowerpetal, a kind tortoiseshell she-cat who was killed by the same rouge as his father shortly after Fishwave was made a warrior. Furious, Fishwave tracked the rouge down and killed him in the dead of night, and no one knows. It bothered him greatly before he became a mentor, but as soon as Poppykit was apprenticed, everything changed. Now his life revolves around her, and he finds that there is no better pleasure tha having an apprentice.

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ღ Timey wrote:

Character Name: Poppykit - Poppypaw - Poppyclaw

Character Age: 6 moons

Gender: She-cat

Alliance: RiverClan, proud of it

Rank: Apprentice - Warrior , Mentor is Fishwave (his bio: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=694332.0 )

Appearance (6 or more sentences): Poppypaw is small. There's no easy way to say that, to deny it, to make it less harsh. She is indeed, very small, with a small head, lithe body, and little paws. Most, when they see her, feel sympathy for her. Despite this, she is very pretty and respectable-looking. Her pelt is a beautiful pale ginger, with delicate stripes of dark, dark ginger curling all down her like claws. Snowy-white coats all four paws and tail tip, adding to her beauty, which is tarnished in only one way. A deep, ugly scar is slashed across her right foreleg, the result of a terrible accident when she was a kit. (See history)

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Poppypaw is a kind and loving she-cat, with a big heart and a soft spot for kits. She is very easily frightened, though has a good sense of humor. This apprentice has little to no temper, but is easily upset and is much to hard on herself if she makes a mistake. For some reason, Poppypaw is convinced that she must be perfect, and if she isn't, something terrible will happen. Because of this, she punishes herself for making a mistake, over-works herself, and thinks she is a complete fool. However, she is cheerful most of the time, unless she makes a mistake.
---Likes (at least 3): Sleeping, swimming, hunting, playing with kits
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Making a mistake, being afraid of something, not understanding something, mean cats
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): She is very fast and a brilliant hunter
---Weaknesses (At least 3): She has little brute strength, she can exhaust herself and become weak, and she is overly trusting

History (8 or more sentences): Poppypaw was born in RiverClan, with her two siblings, Tallkit, and Sweetkit. She was the runt of the litter, and was close to death at birth. However, she was nursed back to health and survived. (Go figure, haha) Her mother was a pretty silver and brown she-cat named Silvercreek, while her father was a ginger tom named Fireflare. From the beginning, Poppykit was always Silvercreek's favorite kit, while Fireflare favored Tallkit. This hurt Poppykit, but she tried not to show it, though this may be why she is so close to her sister, Sweetpaw. (Sweetkit) Later on in her kithood, Poppykit fell in the river and cut her leg badly, resulting in the scar on her leg. It took a lot of swimming lessons to get her to trust water again.

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m u s t a c h e❤ wrote:

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Character Name:
Amberkit Amberpaw Amberskies

Character Age:
Four moons

Gender:
Femme

Alliance:
RiverClan

Rank:
Kit

Appearance:
Amberkit was named after her unique amber pelt. You could spot it a mile away, it would be very hard for her to blend into your average crowd of brown tabby and calico cats, not that she'd want to. She is almost a solid ginger tabby, but her locket and two front paws are white. She has huge light green eyes, long whiskers, and a pink nose. She has a rather average build for a RiverClanner, and also as most cats in RiverClan, her fur is smooth, sleek, shiny and short-haired. She is a very pretty cat overall, with very distinctive features.

Personality:
Amberkit is a very adventurous kit to say the least, and very disobedient. Infact, she acts like rules don't apply to her at all. She also loves being the center of attention, and can be very bossy. There's nothing that gets to her more than when people ignore her. She can't take criticism either, it would not be a good move to criticize anything about this kitty, unless you want your eyes clawed off. She always likes to be in charge, and hates to be questioned. This is something she may grow out of slightly as she grows older, but it will always be a part of her. She always feels the need to impress others, and is definitely one to show off. She doesn't usually lie about the things she does, since of course everything she does is perfect anyway, but often hugely exaggerates. When things go right, she will be more than happy to take the credit, but, if things go wrong, it is almost impossible to get her to accept any responsibility. She will usually resort to blaming others, even if that means pointing out the most bizarre things they could have done to prevent the event from happening. She is actually a very talented fighter, and has no problem bragging about it. She's okay at hunting, but she doesn't really have the patience for it, she much prefers fighting.

---Likes (at least 3): Being the center of attention, leading, adventures
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Criticism, being told what to do, being ignored
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Confident, fighting, influencing (other cats are drawn to Amberkit for her looks and confidence)
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Can't take criticism, won't follow orders (she's not a good follower and also this gets her into trouble and danger) , she brags allot causing some cats to resent her.

History:
Amberkit's mother is a well-respected RiverClan warrior, with a loyal mate. This mate, however, is not Amberkit's father. Amberkit's father was a loner, but no cat knows this except her mother. Even Amberkit thinks her mothers mate is her father, and he thinks Amberkit is his kit, and her real father doesn't even know he has kits.

Amberkit's mother mated with her father when they were high on cat nip, and her mother was still together with who she thinks is her dad. Her mother didn't realize her mistake until the next day, and she was filled with guilt and regret. This only worsened deeply when she found out she was pregnant, and she could only pray to StarClan they were her mate's. But she knew even as kits how they were growing so deeply to resemble the loner that was her mother's biggest mistake, and she knew for certain that her prayers had not been answered.

She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't bare to tell them. Her mate had been ecstatic when he found out she was pregnant, and she saw the pride in his eyes he would have watching them. She tried to be the most loving mother she could, but she couldn't stop herself from being sadly distant with them, and as much as she tried to forget, the overwhelming guilt of everything she had done she knew would never go away; these kits would never know their true father. Her mother never did meet the loner again, but even after everything he had done to her she felt guilt for him too, he would never know his own kits.

Amberkit was always the kit her mother found it hardest to get close to, as she was the one who most closely resembled her father, and the only one who had inherited his flame tabby coat. Amberkit noticed how her mother gave her less attention than the others, and began to crave the attention of others to compensate. She would always be gathered with a group of other kits looking up to her as she told them wild (and highly exaggerated) stories of her life, and, much to her lmother's dismay, taking them on adventures that only ever ended in trouble. But no matter how often she was scoded Amberkit would never learn her lesson.

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The little kit smiled as she stumbled through the undergrowth outside the nursery. "Come on!" she called, looking around to see no warriors were watching. She heard the excited mews of the other kits behind her, and thought proudly to herself what a kind kit she was for allowing them to come with her on such exciting adventures.

"There's a warrior coming!" one of them mewed in sudden panic. Amberpaw smelt the air quickly and instantly knew she was right.

"Run!" she commanded, dashing behind the nearest hiding spot she could find. A few other of the quicker kits joined her. A couple ran back into the nursery. Cowards. The others were too slow and stood still in confusion, and it wasn't long before the warrior ran over and spotted them.

"I thought I smelled kits here! You know, it's not safe for kits out here, that was very naughty for you to sneak out!" she heard the warrior say.

She watched as the kits were guided back into the nursery to their mothers. It was their fault for getting caught, and if they got in trouble, they shouldn't have been so slow. Well, at least they had bought them some time. "Now!" she whispered urgently to the few kits around her.

Comments (optional): Sorry, I know, the writing in history and the RP sample is pretty terrible, but I have no patience xP and LOL at the alliteration in appearance, I didn't even want it to be there, but all the words I thought of began with s, lol? XD

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