Posts by Runeheart

Pebblestep here. Below is a list of my favorite warrior OCs and their bios. Any clan-specific or kin-specific information is left out so that they may fit into most any clan.

~ Briarpaw ~
Age: 10 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: Briarpaw is a wild young she-cat, preferring never to sit still. She is impatient and impulsive, relying on quick judgements and first impressions to make choices and to act. For all of that, however, Briarpaw is very clever and quick to learn, though it's difficult to get her to sit still long enough to explain something to her. For a friend, she would do anything and she is incredibly loyal to her clan.
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~ Sorrelbird ~
Age: 42 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Sorrelbird is a cat who values loyalty to the Clan over anything else. She is a strict mentor, though fair from unfair. She is a bit of a solitary cat, but the cats of her clan are all close to her.
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[font=georgia]~ Mudwhisker ~
Age: 78 moons
Gender: tom
Rank: Medicine Cat
Personality: Mudwhisker is a fairly quiet tom who doesn't really like being the center of attention. He is kind and understanding, and is always willing to help another cat. Mudwhisker is rather awkward in any sort of social situation, and therefore doesn't go out of his way to talk to other cats.
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[font=georgia]~ Squirrelkit ~
Age: 4 moons
Gender: ske-kit
Rank: Kit {warrior name will be Squirreltail}
Personality: Squirrelkit is a very daring she-kit, adventurous and brave to the point of being foolish. She loves running and often tries her best to slip out of camp to see how fast she can go, but she's often brought back very quickly in the jaws of an irritated warrior.
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[font=georgia]~ Shadowpaw ~
Age: 11 moons
Gender: tom
Rank: Apprentice {warrior name will be Shadowstep}
Personality: Shadowpaw is a serious young cat with great discipline. He has a sharp tongue and acts somewhat like he's above the other apprentices. Half the time he is just asking to get attacked, but he really does have a sweet side. One would have to work on him to get him to show it.
Looks: [spoiler]

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~ MORE CATS TO COME ~

Hello forum. I'm as much of a newb as I can be and I'm wondering if anyone's got a spot or two open in a Warriors RP for an apprentice, a medicine cat, a warrior, or a kit. I've got a list of OCs up already that I plan to add to and now I need a clan to put them in.

[font=georgia]~ Briarpaw ~
Age: 10 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: Apprentice
Description: a small, dark brown tabby she-cat with leaf-green eyes and white paws
Personality: Briarpaw is a wild young she-cat, preferring never to sit still. She is impatient and impulsive, relying on quick judgements and first impressions to make choices and to act. For all of that, however, Briarpaw is very clever and quick to learn, though it's difficult to get her to sit still long enough to explain something to her. For a friend, she would do anything and she is incredibly loyal to her clan.
Kin: Unknown; rouges possibly.
Mate: Willing
History: Briarpaw was so named for the way she was found by Sparkflight - a tiny kit tangled in a briar patch. The medicine cat rescued her, looked over her cuts and scrapes, and asked her if she knew where her parents were. She didn't; she could only say that she had woken up one morning and her mother (for she had no knowledge of her father) was gone. She had been looking for her for several days - nearly a moon - and had finally come to the conclusion that her mother had either left her to fend for herself or had died. Either way, the kit was on her own. Sparkflight took pity on her and brought her to Braveclan's camp to become an apprentice. This was barely a moon ago.
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[font=georgia]~ Sorrelbird ~
Age: 42 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: Warrior
Description: a long-limbed, sorrel-pelted she-cat with yellow-green eyes
Personality: Sorrelbird is a cat who values loyalty to the Clan over anything else. She is a strict mentor, though fair from unfair. She is a bit of a solitary cat, but the cats of her clan are all close to her.
Kin: Foxtail - mother, deceased; Owltalon - father, deceased; Redpaw - brother, deceased
Mate: Willing, though it would be difficult for a cat to get close to her
History: Sorrelkit and her brother Redkit were born to the queen Foxtail and the warrior Owltalon. Their kithood was nothing special, though Owltalon took it upon himself to begin their training himself, teaching them a few tricks before they were made apprentices, just like any other father would do for his kits. Oftentimes, Foxtail would join in the playful spars or offer herself as something to track, having Owltalon keep her kits in the nursery for a certain amount of time before releasing them into the camp to track her down. Once the two kits were ready to become apprentices, they were above-average trackers and knew how to dodge a blow or two in a fight. Sorrelpaw was apprenticed to the warrior Deerstep, her brother to their clan's deputy, Robinspots.
Sorrelpaw and Redpaw were decent apprentices, though the pair liked to get into a bit of trouble now and then, once even making their way to a Twoleg den on the edge of BraveClan territory. The two apprentices thought themselves safe enough to roam the fields around the den, their ears and noses alert for any signs of danger. They knew nothing of the dogs. It was sunhigh when Sorrelpaw and Redpaw were thinking of returning to camp, laying near one of the Twoleg fences that seperated their territory from the Twolegs' when they heard the growling. Both apprentices were on their paws immediately, ready to run at a moment's notice, but they could not tell from which direction the growls were coming from. It seemed like it was all around them. In truth, it was. The two young cats were surrounded, penned in by a trio of farm dogs that they could not see for the tall grasses. It was as if the animals suddenly burst from the ground, barking and snarling. Sorrelpaw screeched in fright and made a run for it, dashing past the dogs in a blink. Redpaw was not so lucky. It was not a moment later that Sorrelpaw heard her brother's cries as the dogs tore him apart. She ran, knowing that if the dogs were still looking to kill, she would be the next target. She returned to camp, breathless and shaken, to fall at Robinspots' paws. She told him exactly what had happened and was immediately taken to the medicine cat as a patrol of warriors left for Redpaw's body. The red-furred apprentice had been torn into, but his body was found intact enough for a burial, which happened immediately. Two moons later, Foxtail died as well, having stopped eating and barely doing anything, completely destroyed over the death of her son. Owltalon was all Sorrelpaw had left by the time her long-delayed warrior ceremony came about when she was fifteen moons old. Sorrelpaw was given the name of Sorrelbird for her speed, which was described by many as that of a bird in flight.
As a warrior, Sorrelbird was an excellent fighter, but always a better tracker. In her warrior days, she lead nearly every hunting patrol because of her skill. She was smart and fast, her nose a sensative instrument that could detect trails that any other cat would have overlooked. She worked hard, hoping to make up for her mistake at not being able to scent the dogs that had killed her brother. It was not long before she was given her first apprentice, Nightpaw: a smallish black tom with bright green eyes and enthusiasm to learn. Sorrelbird passed along her hunting skills as well as her fighting skills, focussing more on the latter. Any apprentice can learn to hunt, but it takes time and every cat must develope their own style, so to speak. Nightpaw caught on fast and was made a warrior within six moons, taking the name Nightstalker, due to his amazing abilities in stalking prey on night-time hunts. Sorrelbird was praised almost half as much as her apprentice for her good mentorship skills and was soon given her second apprentice, Quailpaw: a shy little she-cat with patched black and brown fur.
Unfortunately, the warrior Adderfang drowned in the river that new-leaf, leaving his apprentice, Volepaw, without a mentor. Sorrelbird was asked to take on his training as well as Quailpaw's. The new apprentice was a a few moons behind her own, and so she often sent her apprentice out with one of her most trusted friends: Nightstalker. From him, Quailpaw learned just as well as she could have from her own mentor and Sorrelbird had time to work with Volepaw. It was one day in leafbare that a patrol was ordered to go hunting out in the fields, as the fresh-kill pile had been low for several days and no cats had been in the fields very recently to hunt. Both Nightstalker and Quailpaw volunteered for a hunting patrol, along with a few other groups of warriors. Unfortunately, that day there were other creatures hunting in the fields as well: Twolegs, and their dogs. The cats sent out that day returned with racing hearts and fast breath, but none of the cats that made it back were Nightstlaker or Quailpaw. Sorrelbird herself went looking for her current and past apprentice, but there was nothing to find. This loss devastated Sorrelfur just as much as that of her brother and mother. And, to top it off, Owltalon died of old age just a day later. It was nearly six moons before the deputy returned to herself and now she is much quieter than in days before, spending a good deal of time on her own and wondering what it was she did that made StarClan decide to bestow upon her so much sadness.
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[font=georgia]~ Squirrelkit ~
Age: 6 moons
Gender: she-kit
Rank: Kit {medicine cat apprentice, maybe? / warrior name will be Squirreltail}
Description: a fluffly, long-tailed ginger she-kit with sweet blue eyes
Personality: Squirrelkit is a very daring she-kit, adventurous and brave to the point of being foolish. She loves running and often tries her best to slip out of camp to see how fast she can go, but she's often brought back very quickly in the jaws of an irritated warrior - usually Sorrelbird. No matter her reactions to discipline, Squirrelkit is actually very smart and learns a good deal from watching the apprentices from the entrance of the nursery. She sees enough to know that the fighting involved in warrior apprentice training does not particularly interest her.
Kin: Unknown; thought to be a kittypet kit
Mate: We'll see in the future; she's much too young now.
History: Squirrelkit does not remember much from her time before the Clan, but she does remember the day she almost drowned. It was in leafbare that she stood before the river, staring down at the shiny silver fish that wove about in the water. She remembered thinking about what it would feel like to touch one, and then she fell. She was in the river, she couldn't swim, and she couldn't breathe. The kit was thrown about on the waves until she thought she was done for, but a cat plucked her from the water at just the right moment. The kit was half-drowned and chocking up the river, but she managed to get a look at her rescuer: a long-limbed, sorrel-furred she-cat with yellow-green eyes. Then, her vision went black. The next thing she knew, she was in BraveClan, being tended to by the medicine cat and was informed that she could join with them. She did and has been with the Clan since.
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BY THE WAY, #Scartail#, if you want a siggie banner to advertise this, I'd be glad to make one as well as keep it in my signature.

Character Name: Sorrelbird

Character Age: 42 moons

Gender: she-cat

Alliance: BraveClan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: Sorrelbird is a russet-colored she-cat with a lighter cream shade that covers her underbelly and paws. Her legs are longer than average, allowing her to run faster and take longer strides. Her yellow-green eyes are sharp and show little emotion, though those she knows well would be able to read her. Sorrelbird is unable to sit still; her cream-tipped tail is always twitching back and forth with a sort of restless energy. Of all the cats in her Clan, Sorrelbird's claws are the shortest, though the sharpest, and her ears are the largest - almost fox-like in shape. The red she-cat's black nose has a small scar across the tip from when she was a kit - she tripped at full speed and went nose-first into a bramble patch.

Personality: Sorrelbird is a cat who values loyalty to the Clan over anything else. She is a strict mentor, though fair from unfair. She is a bit of a solitary cat, but the cats of her clan are all close to her. Occasionally, the red-furred she-cat leaves camp without a word to any of her Clanmates, only to return in the middle of the night to crawl into the warriors den, bone-weary and melancholy. On these impromptu trips, the warrior walks to the site of her brother's death and spends sometimes moments and sometimes hours just staring up at the sky, wondering what Redpaw had done to deserve his fate. After her circular thoughts have exhuasted themselves, she will race from the spot and away as if running from the memories that hide there.
---Likes: quiet, running, hunting, and having something to do
--- Dislikes: being inactive, losing a scent on a hunt, too much talk
---Strengths: her speed, her ability to tune out her own thoughts, her loyalty
---Weaknesses: her memories, showing emotion to another, easily frustrated by her own inability to accomplish a task

History: Sorrelkit and her brother Redkit were born to the queen Foxtail and the warrior Owltalon. Their kithood was nothing special, though Owltalon took it upon himself to begin their training himself, teaching them a few tricks before they were made apprentices, just like any other father would do for his kits. Oftentimes, Foxtail would join in the playful spars or offer herself as something to track, having Owltalon keep her kits in the nursery for a certain amount of time before releasing them into the camp to track her down. Once the two kits were ready to become apprentices, they were above-average trackers and knew how to dodge a blow or two in a fight. Sorrelpaw was apprenticed to the warrior Deerstep, her brother to their clan's deputy, Robinspots.
Sorrelpaw and Redpaw were decent apprentices, though the pair liked to get into a bit of trouble now and then, once even making their way to a Twoleg den on the edge of BraveClan territory. The two apprentices thought themselves safe enough to roam the fields around the den, their ears and noses alert for any signs of danger. They knew nothing of the dogs. It was sunhigh when Sorrelpaw and Redpaw were thinking of returning to camp, laying near one of the Twoleg fences that seperated their territory from the Twolegs' when they heard the growling. Both apprentices were on their paws immediately, ready to run at a moment's notice, but they could not tell from which direction the growls were coming from. It seemed like it was all around them. In truth, it was. The two young cats were surrounded, penned in by a trio of farm dogs that they could not see for the tall grasses. It was as if the animals suddenly burst from the ground, barking and snarling. Sorrelpaw screeched in fright and made a run for it, dashing past the dogs in a blink. Redpaw was not so lucky. It was not a moment later that Sorrelpaw heard her brother's cries as the dogs tore him apart. She ran, knowing that if the dogs were still looking to kill, she would be the next target. She returned to camp, breathless and shaken, to fall at Robinspots' paws. She told him exactly what had happened and was immediately taken to the medicine cat as a patrol of warriors left for Redpaw's body. The red-furred apprentice had been torn into, but his body was found intact enough for a burial, which happened immediately. Two moons later, Foxtail died as well, having stopped eating and barely doing anything, completely destroyed over the death of her son. Owltalon was all Sorrelpaw had left by the time her long-delayed warrior ceremony came about when she was fifteen moons old. Sorrelpaw was given the name of Sorrelbird for her speed, which was described by many as that of a bird in flight.
As a warrior, Sorrelbird was an excellent fighter, but always a better tracker. In her warrior days, she lead nearly every hunting patrol because of her skill. She was smart and fast, her nose a sensative instrument that could detect trails that any other cat would have overlooked. She worked hard, hoping to make up for her mistake at not being able to scent the dogs that had killed her brother. It was not long before she was given her first apprentice, Nightpaw: a smallish black tom with bright green eyes and enthusiasm to learn. Sorrelbird passed along her hunting skills as well as her fighting skills, focussing more on the latter. Any apprentice can learn to hunt, but it takes time and every cat must develope their own style, so to speak. Nightpaw caught on fast and was made a warrior within six moons, taking the name Nightstalker, due to his amazing abilities in stalking prey on night-time hunts. Sorrelbird was praised almost half as much as her apprentice for her good mentorship skills and was soon given her second apprentice, Quailpaw: a shy little she-cat with patched black and brown fur.
Unfortunately, the warrior Adderfang drowned in the river that new-leaf, leaving his apprentice, Volepaw, without a mentor. Sorrelbird was asked to take on his training as well as Quailpaw's. The new apprentice was a a few moons behind her own, and so she often sent her apprentice out with one of her most trusted friends: Nightstalker. From him, Quailpaw learned just as well as she could have from her own mentor and Sorrelbird had time to work with Volepaw. It was one day in leafbare that a patrol was ordered to go hunting out in the fields, as the fresh-kill pile had been low for several days and no cats had been in the fields very recently to hunt. Both Nightstalker and Quailpaw volunteered for a hunting patrol, along with a few other groups of warriors. Unfortunately, that day there were other creatures hunting in the fields as well: Twolegs, and their dogs. The cats sent out that day returned with racing hearts and fast breath, but none of the cats that made it back were Nightstlaker or Quailpaw. Sorrelbird herself went looking for her current and past apprentice, but there was nothing to find. This loss devastated Sorrelfur just as much as that of her brother and mother. And, to top it off, Owltalon died of old age just a day later. It was nearly six moons before the deputy returned to herself and now she is much quieter than in days before, spending a good deal of time on her own and wondering what it was she did that made StarClan decide to bestow upon her so much sadness.

Roleplay Sample: Nettleclaw sighed, staring morosly into a rabbit's hole. The rabbit itself had just disappeared inside. The ginger-and-brown tabby had just missed his mark as he'd pounced and the rabbit had been much too close to its home for him to have another go at it. The warrior had been out since dawn, on a solo hunting trip. He'd hoped to bring back a little more, but so far his catch consisted of two voles and a starling. Hardly respectable for the time he'd been out.

The tom's ears twitched at the sound of a mouse scurrying through the ferns behind him, unaware of the cat's prescense for the time being. Here we go, Nettleclaw almost purred, getting into a hunting crouch and holding his weight in his haunches so as not to alert his prey. The senior warrior nearly floated across the forest floor before he leapt, pinning the unfortunate mouse to the ground and finishing it with one quick bite, but not before the animal squealed in fright. I suppose that'll do. Nettleclaw thought as he picked the mouse up in his jaws. Anything around here worth catching has heard this mouse and gone into hiding for now. Decided, the tom began to go back along his trail, digging up and carrying the prey he had caught before on his was to camp.

Comments: I realize my sample is not of me roleplaying Sorrelbird, but I liked this bit. It's with an old OC of mine - a soon-to-be Elder named Nettleclaw - that I have played more than Sorrelbird. I hope that's all right.

Sorrelbird had just put a paw in camp when she heard Bravestar's yowl. The limp gray body of a squirrel dangled from her jaws - a kill she'd made on a quick, solo hunt just after waking. The red she-cat had desperately wanted a distraction, having woken early in the morning from a nightmare. Once more, her dreams were reminding her of her brother and his cruel death.

With a sigh, the warrior bounded up to the fresh-kill pile to deposit her catch before she went to take a seat before the Tall Stump to listen to whatever Bravestar had to say. She placed herself next to Scartail and looked up at her leader expectantly.

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Briarpaw, creeping up behind the ginger tail of Sqiurrelkit, froze at Bravestar's call. Her black and brown tabby head lifted and she moved a paw automatically in the direction of the Tall Stump, pushing a rock across the ground with a quiet shhh. The fluffy-tailed she-kit turned surprised blue eyes on the tabby apprentice behind her. Immediately, the kit pounced at Briarpaw's side, taking advantage of her distraction, but the more experienced apprentice moved away before the ginger kit met her mark. The young she-cat purred in amusement as Squirrelkit sailed past her.

"I almost got you!" Squirrelkit meowed from the place in the dirt where she landed.

Briarpaw aimed a half-hearted cuff at the kit's shoulder. "And I almost got you." The tabby tilted her head toward the Tall Stump. "Want me to tell you what's going on once the meeting's over?"

The ginger kit's head jerked up and down in a fast nod before she retreated to the nursery, only to poke her inquisitive head out of the entrance a second later. Briarpaw left the kit and raced over to the Tall Stump, sitting a short ways behind Scartail and Sorrelbird.

Here's my link: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/inde…617;topicseen#msg26996617

Thanks!

((OOC: I thought Briarpaw was already an apprentice? I started her at 10 moons.))

((OOC: So we'll jump ahead after this? Or just continue from here?))

Cold invades heart and bone,
And cold is to die alone,
Never more to wake on mossy bed
Never, until Sun fails and Moon is dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
And on the rocks here let them lie.

The medicine cat of Thornclan, {NEEDS A MEDICINE CAT}, has received a new prophecy from Starclan. She does not know, exactly, what the prophecy entails, nor whom it mentions, but she has never received a message from Starclan that did not come true.

Nearly a moon after the prophecy was received, Thornclan lost an apprentice - namely, the young Bramblepaw. The clan immediately began to investigate the source of the young cat's disappearance only to find his body, mangled almost beyong recognition, on the extreme edge of clan territory. Since then, only a few cats have been seriously injured, but none of them can say what attacked them. All they can say is that they saw something fast and dark and then it was on them, the damage was done, and they had no foe to fight.

To discuss this issue, the leaders of Thornclan, Brookclan and Moorclan are planning to meet with one another at the gathering place: the Ruins. The Ruins are a crumbled stone building with two full walls standing, a third still half-intact, and a fourth almost completely gone. One of the full walls holds in its center a stained-glass window that, though grimy and old, still brightens at the touch of the sun's light in the early morning and late afternoon. It is said that this very window was the deciding factor in clans' choice of gathering place, simply because it was something to look at. The Ruins are situated on an island in the center of the lake that lies in the middle of the territories, reachable by a line of rocks jutting from the water called the Stepping Stones. The Stones can be found on the border between Thornclan and Brookclan.

~ The Rules ~
Why yes, they are extensive, aren't they?

1. Obey all Warrior Cats RPG rules, please.
2. Common courtesy applies.
3. Put asterisks (*) for a vowel of objectionable words if they do appear.
4. if u wrte lik tis, please do not apply. This is to be a literate RP.
5. Both violence and romance are encouraged, but keep it PG-13.
6. On the subject of romance, yes - I will allow forbidden romance. This includes, but is not limited to, medicine cats/medicine cat apprentices, cats from different clans, and cats with kittypets or rouges. (Not sure what else that leaves, but there ya' go.)
7. No killing other characters without permission.
8. If you do not reply for an extended period of time and have not given me a reason as to why, your character will be killed off or given away and you may not rejoin the RP. My plan is for this to be a long-term RP, so try to keep up with it.
9. You may have as many characters as you think you can handle, but don't try to populate an entire clan yourself. As the RP progresses, rouge cats or kittypets may join clans (though let's not have seven new rouges/kittypets at once) and kits will be born, so more cats will be avaliable to be played later as well.
10. If you apply for any of the following positions, I will need to see a writing sample: leader, deputy, medicine cat, medicine cat apprentice, leader's apprentice, deputy's apprentice. For your writing sample, make the topic your cat's first hunt or favorite memory.
11. No god-modding, power-playing, Mary-Sues, ect.
12. If you have read these rules, please put a random word of your choosing in the Other section of the bio along with anything else you would like to add.
13. Disobey or ignore these rules and you will be warned. Disobey or ignore these rules twice, and you're out.

~ The Form ~
(Delete everything in ()'s.)

*On the subject of kin, I would like several cats throughout a clan to be related. Siblings, parents, grandparents - what have you. If you wish for your cat to be related to another, do not hesitate to say so in the Kin section of your bio. If you would rather your cat's kin be NPCs (non-player characters), then make it so, but I do not want ten NPC cats and three real characters in a clan.

~ The Clans ~
KEY: Catname - DESCRIPTION (gender | age | mate status | apprentice/mentor | RP'er)
Catname = deceased

Thornclan

Brookclan

Moorclan

~ Other Groups ~
KEY: Catname - DESCRIPTION (gender | age | mate status | RP'er)
Catname = deceased

Blackwind's Rouges
As mentioned in the prophecy, "in the black wind the stars shall die." This rouge has banded together a clan of his own to take down the clans of the Ruins and claim the territory for his own in revenge for what they did to him. . .

Rouges, Loners & Kittypets

~ Additional Information ~

Thornclan
In the northwest area of the Ruins, Thornclan makes its home. The territory is well-known for the many thorn bushes that give the clan its name, though most Thornclan cats would tell you it is their sharp claws and sharper wit that earned them the name of Thornclan.

Brookclan
Brookclan makes its home in the southern part of the Ruins with the Lake as their northern border. These cats have slicker coats and slightly-webbed toes that enable them to swim better than any cats of either of the other clans.

Moorclan
On the east side of the Lake is Moorclan, a sparsely-forrested area of wetland and tall grass. The cats there are hardy and sure-footed, made so by their need to traverse the tricky land of the moors that hold the center of their territory.

Windy Basin
Windy Basin is the current outpost of Blackwind and his rouges. It is to the north of all the territories, directly east of Cowplace and easily reached by traversing the Fieldlands between Thornclan and Moorclan.

[b]~ My Cats ~
I will post my cats' bios here once they are completed.

All added, Webstar. Thanks for joining! Do you plan to make a cat for Blackwind's group, perhaps?

{Here are my characters from the original thread, Kiac. I'm assuming that you have changed nothing in the form?}

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~ Sorrelstar ~
Age: 89 moons (about seven years)
Gender: she-cat
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Leader
Past Mentors: Deerstep (deceased)
Past Apprentices: Nightstalker (deceased), Quailpaw (deceased)
Quick Appearance: A small, red-pelted she-cat with light green eyes
Personality: Sorrelstar is a cat who values loyalty to the Clan over anything else. She is a strict leader, though fair from unfair. She is a bit of a solitary cat, but the cats of her clan are all close to her.
Kin: Owltalon (father, deceased); Foxtail (mother, deceased); Redpaw (brother, deceased)
Crush: Willing, though unlikely.
Mate: Willing, though unlikely.
Kits: None.
History: Sorrelkit and her brother Redkit were born to the queen Foxtail and the warrior Owltalon. Their kithood was nothing special, though Owltalon took it upon himself to begin their training himself, teaching them a few tricks before they were made apprentices, just like any other father would do for his kits. Oftentimes, Foxtail would join in the playful spars or offer herself as something to track, having Owltalon keep her kits in the nursery for a certain amount of time before releasing them into the camp to track her down. Once the two kits were ready to become apprentices, they were above-average trackers and knew how to dodge a blow or two in a fight. Sorrelpaw was apprenticed to the warrior Deerstep, her brother to their clan's deputy, Robinspots.
Sorrelpaw and Redpaw were decent apprentices, though the pair liked to get into a bit of trouble now and then, once even making their way to the Twoleg den on the edge of StormClan territory. It wasn't a burning day, so the two apprentices thought themselves safe enough to roam the fields around the den, their ears and noses alert for any signs of danger. Of course, the pair had only thought to fear the Twolegs' cutting machines or their fires. They knew nothing of the dogs. It was sunhigh when Sorrelpaw and Redpaw were thinking of returning to camp, laying near one of the Twoleg fences that seperated their territory from StormClan's when they heard the growling. Both apprentices were on their paws immediately, ready to run at a moment's notice, but they could not tell from which direction the growls were coming from. It seemed like it was all around them. In truth, it was. The two young cats were surrounded, penned in by a trio of farm dogs that they could not see for the tall grasses. It was as if the animals suddenly burst from the ground, barking and snarling. Sorrelpaw screeched in fright and made a run for it, dashing past the dogs in a blink. Redpaw was not so lucky. It was not a moment later that Sorrelpaw heard her brother's cries as the dogs tore him apart. She ran, knowing that if the dogs were still looking to kill, she would be the next target. She returned to camp, breathless and shaken, to fall at Robinspots' paws. She told him exactly what had happened and was immediately taken to the medicine cat as a patrol of warriors left for Redpaw's body. The red-furred apprentice had been torn into, but his body was found intact enough for a burial, which happened immediately. Two moons later, Foxtail died as well, having stopped eating and barely doing anything, completely destroyed over the death of her son. Owltalon was all Sorrelpaw had left by the time her long-delayed warrior ceremony came about when she was fifteen moons old.
As a warrior, Sorrelfur was an excellent fighter, but always a better tracker. In her warrior days, she lead nearly every hunting patrol because of her skill. She was smart and fast, her nose a sensative instrument that could detect trails that any other cat would have overlooked. She worked hard, hoping to make up for her mistake at not being able to scent the dogs that had killed her brother. It was not long before she was given her first apprentice, Nightpaw: a smallish black tom with bright green eyes and enthusiasm to learn. Sorrelfur passed along her hunting skills as well as her fighting skills, focussing more on the latter. Any apprentice can learn to hunt, but it takes time and every cat must develope their own style, so to speak. Nightpaw caught on fast and was made a warrior within six moons, taking the name Nightstalker, due to his amazing abilities in stalking prey on night-time hunts. Sorrelfur was praised almost half as much as her apprentice for her good mentorship skills and was soon given her second apprentice, Quailpaw: a shy little she-cat with patched black and brown fur. It was during the apprenticing ceremony that it was announced that Sorrelfur would not only be given a new apprentice, but that she was to be StormClan's new deputy, as Robinspots had decided it was time for him to retire to the elders den.
As StormClan's deputy, Sorrelfur found herself suddenly incredibly busy, and so she often sent her apprentice out with one of her most trusted friends: Nightstalker. From him, Quailpaw learned just as well as she could have from her own mentor and Sorrelfur knew that the pair would get along well enough. It was one day in greenleaf that Sorrelfur ordered a patrol to go hunting out in the fields, as it was nearly time for the burning and the clan needed to have enough prey saved up to survive the time in which it would be scarce. Both Nightstalker and Quailpaw volunteered for a hunting patrol, along with a few other groups of warriors. By the deputy's calculations as well as those of Thistlestar, the buring would not be for another few days. Unfortunately, they were wrong. The fields burned that very day; the patrols returned to camp covered in soot and breathing hard, but none of the cats that made it out of the burning fields were Nightstlaker or Quailpaw. Sorrelfur herself went looking for her current and past apprentice, but there was nothing to find. This loss devastated Sorrelfur just as much as that of her brother and mother. And, to top it off, Owltalon died of old age just a day later. It was nearly six moons before the deputy returned to herself. Two years later, Thistlestar died at the old age of 117 moons and Sorrelfur was made clan leader. Since, she has refused to take an apprentice for herself, though is now considering to change that.
Other: I have finally finished her history to my acceptance. It's taken me long enough. . . This is probably the longest bio I've ever written for a character.

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~ Mistybrook ~
Age: 39 moons (about 3 years)
Gender: she-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Past Mentors: Geckofoot (deceased)
Past Apprentices: None; looking for a current apprentice.
Quick Appearance: A light gray tabby with pretty turquiose eyes and white paws
Personality: Mistybrook is an exceptionally small she-cat for StoneClan, but kind in heart and mind. Though she would rather run than fight, she is not completely helpless in battle, using her wits and size to outsmart and confuse her opponent. Her fur is rather long and her eyes are a striking turquise blue with large, ever-curious pupils. She is all-together dainty in her appearance and actions; she is fair and sure in her step, and she walks with a certain grace and - if vain - beauty. Though she is kind to most everyone, she isn't incapable of being mean and has no qualms over hurting rather than healing.
Kin: Boulderstrike (father, deceased); Lilyspark (mother, deceased)
Crush: Willing to play with forbidden romance if anyone wants.
Mate: See above.
Kits: None.
History: Mistybrook has always had an excelent memory and a want to learn, but she had never had a desire to be a warrior. Instead, she spent time out of camp with the other clan cats asking the names of the plants. Her usual answer, most often from her father, was "Go ask Geckofoot." She never did, however, as it never occured to her that learning the uses and names of the scattered palnts around her might lead her into something different. When her mother and father - Lilyspark and Boulderstrike - became sick in a bout of greencough, Mistybrook (or Mistykit, at the time) spent a good deal of time around Geckofoot's den and was often told to fetch this or that. Sadly, the apprentice's parents eventually succumbed to the sickness. Days later, Mistykit was named an apprentice - a bit late - and Geckofoot was named her mentor. Due to the deaths of her parents, Mistypaw worked hard to be the best medicine cat she could, learning the name and use of every herb and taking any opportunity to help a sick cat. Two years later, Geckofoot died of old age and Mistybrook became StoneClan's medicine cat.
Other: None.

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~ Bramblepaw ~
Age: 11 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Apprentice
Past Mentors: N/A
Past Apprentices: N/A
Quick Appearance: A burly young tom with challenging yellow eyes and dark gray tabby fur
Personality: Bramblepaw is a very daring young tom, adventurous and brave to the point of being foolish. He loves the excitement of going on a hunt, chasing his prey though the tunnels or up the cliffs of StoneClan's territory. Sparring as well gets his blood up, pitting himself against another cat and doing his best to take them down. He shares his mother's loyalty and devotion to the clan, as well as a bit of her gentler side. From his father he gets his incredible determination and stubbornness.
Kin: Blueripple (father - if you're still willing, Kiac); DOES ANYONE WANT TO BE HIS MOTHER?
Crush: Willing.
Mate: None, but willing.
Kits: None.
History: Bramblekit was born to the warriors Mousefang and Blueripple as the pair's first kit. He had no siblings and so recieved more attention than a kit with littermates would, boding him very closely with his mother. Once he was three moons old, he began sneaking out of the nursery in an attempt to follow his father around. He was always caught and returned to the nursery in a few minutes, though this never seemed to deter the young tom. He only got more determined more creative, sneaking in different paths around the camp and making different choices on how to escape. When he was five moons old, Bramblekit finally managed to get out of camp, following Blueripple's trail as the warrior had gone on the dawn patrol. It was only luck for Blueripple that he had decided to hunt along the way, going back along the patrol's trail a ways to catch sight of the little gray tabby kit following along. Furious with his son, Blueripple carried the kit back to camp, though he was really too big for it, and dropped him outside the nursery. Both Mousefang and Blueripple lectured Bramblekit about the dangers of leaving the camp, though the kit was still enthralled over the world outside.
Soon after Bramblekit's escapade into the world outside of the camp, the kit became an apprentice. Now, Bramblepaw is determined to grow into the best warrior StoneClan has ever seen, though he still retains his foolish bravery.
Other: n/a
When bored, is it okay to go hunting? {yes/no}

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{I'm still planning to add Sedgepaw(leap), but her history was never finished and I don't feel like posting her until she's done.}

{I quite like this one, Kiac! A good character for Blackwind's cats indeed. And you are correct - I shall place Kit in with the kittypets when I add Lieutenant.}

{They're a bit similar, yes. And I have indeed. XD They're prettier to look at, don't you think? I did it once by accident, but then just continued because I liked the look of it too much. We need more people here. . .}

{Sedgepaw's bio remains unfinished for now, but I really want a sibling for her. . .}

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~ Sedgepaw ~
Age: 10 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: SilverClan
Rank: Apprentice {warrior name will be Sedgeleap}
Past Mentors: Needs a current mentor.
Past Apprentices: None yet
Quick Appearance: A small and lithe, mostly white she-cat with bright blue eyes and silver tabby markings on her tail and head
Personality: Sedgepaw is a wild young she-cat, preferring never to sit still. She is impatient and impulsive, relying on quick judgements and first impressions to make choices and to act. For all of that, however, Sedgepaw is very clever and quick to learn, though it's difficult to get her to sit still long enough to explain something to her. For a friend, she would do anything and she is incredibly loyal to her clan.
Kin: Heatherdapple (mother, deceased); father unknown; I'D LIKE TO GIVE HER A SIBLING, if anyone's willing
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Kits: None yet
History: UNFINISHED; I'll wait to see if anyone wants her as their cat's sibling first.
Other: n/a
When bored, is it okay to go hunting? {yes/no}

@CloverBreeze: I'm in a disagreement with your cat's history. I'd rather no other clans be existent in this RP, even by mention.

Treescar : I'll accept your character as soon as her history's finished, as everything else looks fine. Thanks for joining!

Squirreltail122 : I need you to separate your characters' bios. It's very confusing to read and, per cat, the bio does not meet my requirements.

{OOC: I. . . am not certain what is going on.}

1/30

Pebblestep slunk forward, pulled along by the odd scent of the Two-Leg food. The rows of corn in front of her were arranged in the strangest way, but it seemed no trouble to get through. No trouble at all, the silver bengal warrior restated to herself, padding into the maze.

2/30

At the first turn in the path, Pebblestep was faced with three choices of direction: left, right, and forward. She sat at the junction between the three, peering down each one in turn and lifting her nose to the air repeatedly. The scent she wanted flowed through the corn rows too easily for her to be able to chooce a path based it, but she was also confronted with the trails of several cats that had also come this way. Most of these trails continued straight ahead.

After another moment of calculative dithering, Pebblestep got to her paws and continued on determinedly, her ears and tail straight up with caution.

3/30

Pebblestep faltered, catching a quiet voice. "Hello?" someone called.

The silver bengal felt her lips twitch up in an urge to bare her teeth. She resisted, instead mimicking the call, "Hello?"

4/30

Recieving no reply, Pebblestep continued on, her black and silver fur bristling slightly. It irked her when she could not tell what was going on.