Hello Everyone!
I am known as mostly Thundie in the internet world, some also recognize me as Makura. Either one works for me ^^. I decided to make a quick hello since I lost my first charries Bio in a computer accident :c I spent an hour on it... sad, right?
Anyway, tell me who you are, how you doing or if you'd like to start an rp with me!
Once again: HELLO!!!!
I am currently working on a bio for Mosspaw, but I would love for her to join Thunderclan, please :3
Character Name:
Mosspaw
Gender:
She-cat
Clan{if any}:
Thunderclan
Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe):
Apprentice
Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!):
Mosspaw is a Greyish-tan tabby with a white patch on her muzzle, paws, tip of her tail and on her belly (a bit running up her chest). She has dull green eyes and a tiny scar under her left eye where her dead sister, Bramblekit, poked her with a stick.
Personality:
Mosspaw is full of energy and is always up for learning. She is quiet when she is focused on something or if she is upset. Always up for learning, she listens to lessons with interest but cannot stand the stories that elders share. She shows compassion and kindness to her fellow kindness but has a quick temper. Will become aggressive and hateful if she is offended or something she believes in is threatened. Treats the warrior code like something she can bend to her liking. At times, Mosspaw becomes distant and distracted because of how alone she feels.
History(Not needed):
Mosspaw was born into Thunderclan. Her father, Darkfoot, died 2 moons before she was born. Her mother Frostfur gave birth to Mosskit and her sister, Bramblekit. Mosskit and Bramblekit did everything together and played all the time. They were the best of friends. But one day a fox got into the nursery. Frostfur fought fearlessly to defend her kits and she screamed for them to run away. Mosskit managed to escape but soon realized Bramblekit was not with her. After the whole situation and the fox ran off, Frostfur was pronounced dead and so was Bramblekit (though her body was never found). Left alone and 5 months old, Mosskit waited out the moon until apprenticeship in silent mourning. But, as Mosskit stood before her clan, newly named MossPAW, she promised to defend them with her life, and silently promised her family to be the best cat she can be. So with this determination, Mosspaw became the spunky creature she is today. But if you peer deep enough into her mossy eyes, you can still see the grief and loneliness.
Would anyone like to mentor my little apprentice? She isn't TO bad 
Mosspaw padded in to the Apprentice's den, more like sauntered. She hasn't heard the others talk of hunting, but wouldn't know how to hunt anyway. She just had her apprentice ceremony last sundown and a mentor had not been appointed to her yet. So, she hadn't learned a thing.
She kept to herself, sitting at the back of the den and hanging her head low, sighing as she lost herself in thought. Shifting her grey-brown tabby shoulder, she plopped to a laying position and rested her head on her paws. Oh, how her heart wrenched and stomach curled with her thoughts....
I, Greystripe, am a tom with a charcoal pelt with thin stripes and my eyes are a burning amber. I will be fiercely loyal to the clan and will fight to the death if it is necessary. I am Greystripe and you are my leader!
I, Robinpaw, am a she-cat with a light taaby orange pelt with a white underbelly and paws and my eyes are a sky blue. I will be loyal to the clan and fight when I am needed. I am Robinpaw and you are my leader
Flicking her ear, Mosspaw raised her head to study Softpaw. "I'm Mosspaw." Her mew was kind and happy someone would talk to her. She added quickly, "Your name is pretty." Feeling a little awkward with herself, she ran a tongue over her shoulder to prevent having to look the other apprentice in the eyes.
[br][size=5]Russetflower[/size]
[size=4] of WindClan
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[br]Pelt: ruddy brown tabby
Eyes: yellow
[br]I am a ghostly-looking she-cat with deep, thoughtful eyes and a long, graceful tail. I am very nervous and always twitching with anxiety, but I would never intentionally hurt another.
[br]My mother was killed by a cat from ShadowClan.
Username: Makura-Yami
Cat's name: Whitepaw
Preferred rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearance: She is very tiny with a pure white pelt and icy blue eyes.
Personality: She is very kind and caring, very good with advise and will help anyone in need. Has a sharp tongue when offended and has an attitude that is loving yet poisonous.
History: She was born into Ashclan but it was decided she was too small and fragile to become a warrior, so was taken on as the med. cat app.
Name: Salmotail
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
History: She was once a member of a clan called Rainclan, but was chased out of it. Her hateful behavior made her a suspect of a murder she did not commit. She came across Moonclan one say in her wandering and decided to settle.
Looks: She is a pure grey cat. Her eyes are yellow with amber flecks in them.
Personality: Salmontail has a bitter sweet nature. Her voice sounds of honey but is truly laced with poison. She is often sarcastic and hateful but this is only her shell. Only seen by those she deeply loves, she is very loyal and compassionate. Sees kindness as a weakness which is why she works hard to hide hers.
Crush/Mate: None, but heart aches with longing.
OOC: Do I have to wait to be accepted before I can rp?
Sitting close by the others, Salmontail licked her left paw daintily. Her yellow eyes were cool as she watched her clanmates.
What in Starclans name is going on?
Salmontail wasn't paying attention much, she had just come in from hunting and managed to catch a mouse.
Salmontail flicked her ear in Graystorm's direction and stropped grooming herself. Now she was listening to the commotion going on.
occ: ahhh ok, thank you ^^
Salmontail finally stood and arched her back in a stretch. She sighed in content before stalking to the camp's entrance. There was nothing in the camp for her to do, so she would go for a walk. The grey She-cat padded out of camp and walked straight, not making any turns. Just walking...
Hearing a cry, Salmontail angled her ears in the direction and bounded over, she was on the opposite side Shadowcloud. Her tail swished as her yellow and amber eyes pierced Greystorm's pelt. What was that bone head thinking?! Salmontail thought this with bitterness. SHE wasn't going to get her pelt wet... Salmontail turned her attention to the cat on the other side of the water.
Salmontail snorted, her eyes narrowed. Well, at least Greystorm's death wouldn't be haunting her dreams.
Salmontail pressed on, walking further and further through the territory. She finally reached a tall tree and reached up it's trunk, unsheathing her claws and sliding them down the trunk. She sharpened her claws with a gleam in her eyes.
Russetflower padded through the open field, sniffing the air with join. Her long limbs ached from being curled up in the warriors den too long. This felt great!
She dropped from the tree and examined each clawed paw. Her claws had a nice point to them, and they curved like deadly hooks. With a satisfied grin, she retracted her claws and laid by the tree's trunk. This let her mind flood with thought...
A deep sigh left Salmontail and her ears pressed against her head. She did not look pleased, but there was no one around to notice.
What purpose do I serve even here? Rainclan hated me... in time, Moonclan will as well...
