Whitekit kept himself placed at Morningpaw's side, staring intently at the entrance of their hiding place. His heart pounded, praying that the predators would not find them. A kit and an apprentice were not a strong force against such creatures.
Waterskill bobbed her head. "I know, sshh." She soothed as she guided the apprentice. "We're getting out of here, just stay close. We're almost there now." The elder spoke, keeping her tail draped across the younger cat's spine.
Name: Twistedpaw
Appearance: A russet tom cat with inky stripes descending from his spine. He has white ears, chest, belly, mittens on his fore paws and socks on his hind legs. Eyes are green. Various scars lace his pelt.
Personality: Normally on the silent end of the spectrum, perhaps a bit short-tempered but protective of his clan.
History: Former rogue, all else is unknown.
Rank: Apprentice
Hey, I already joined by adopting Waterskill and Whitekit, but I wanted to make my own character as well ^^; Would you mind assigning him a mentor? I don't have any preference for who it is.
Screenname: ƙαɱιƙαȥҽ
Activity level: 7-9/10, may fluctuate due to school and such
Muse level: Currently 6/10, this will fluctuate often
Name: Floodkit{Floodpaw}{Flightlight(s)}
Gender: Male
Appearance: The tom consists of four different colors, though they aren't strikingly different in hue. The base color of the feline will be an ashen gray, neither very light nor very dark. A lighter form of the color will splash around his muzzle, trailing down to hug his chest and line his belly. A deeper charcoal befits a mask over his oculars and encases his fore legs in socks. This same color creates a line down his vertebrae in which stripes trickle down from, and finally it rings his tail much like the pattern of a raccoon's. The eyes of Floodkit are a striking molten amber, always seeming to be gleaming with an incandescent and trademark light of the felis.
Personality: This will depend on his upbringing and major events in his life. However, main personality points would include a great sense of adventure, one that may land him trouble in life, a strong sense of stubbornness whenever he sets his mind to something, and finally an outward and boldly spoken style. Flood cares not who he is addressing, he feels the urge to bluntly speak his mind and will do just that.
Other: Cinderella gone wrong
Waterskill guided Dovepaw from the camp, away from the danger the elder doggedly went. She kept herself alert for any predators that may have been lurking outside the camp. She moved as quickly as her old joints would allow, eventually coming to a halt at the base of a tree, looking over her shoulder.
Whitekit whimpered from his place in the bush, being tossed had hurt a bit but the sounds he heard were much more frightening. He buried his muzzle beneath his paws, trembling and sobbing.
Twistedpaw growled as he raced across the camp toward a fox, tail streaming out behind him. The tri-colored feline leapt upon one and tore his claws through its mangy fur, rearing his head back to prevent the fox from snapping at his neck. The former rogue was promptly tossed off, hitting the ground with a thud. He rolled to all fours with a snarl to face his enemy once more.
The alabaster kitten hesitantly pulled himself out after a brief pause. He trusted these cats, Darkstar for being his leader and Morningpaw for saving his life twice. He sniffled as he saw the state of the apprentice, little chest heaving once more. "I-is she gonna be o-okay?" He stammered, voice quivering and wavering.
"N-no! I can walk!" Whitekit insisted, not wanting to be a bother to Darkstar who was already carrying the hurt apprentice. He perked up as Morningpaw spoke from atop the leader's back. Whitekit then scampered over to Darkstar's side, ready to follow just at her flank. Where were they going? Was the fight over?
Whitekit stood still at Darkstar's flank, emerald eyes looking over what was left of the camp. His little shoulders slumped at the sight of his home, so damaged and bloody.
Twistedpaw looked around the camp at the clan, a frown engraved upon his maw. From wounds his own blood trickled away, body aching. The tri-colored tom breathed a sigh.
Twistedpaw growled lowly at the sound of Darkstar calling a meeting. Was now really the time? Cats were hurt and needed help. He remained where he was, refusing to move and exacerbate the painful wounds he bore.
Whitekit was now sitting apart from the others, laying with his chin on his fore paws. It was a traumatic event and he wasn't sure what to do with himself anymore.
Hearing the danger subside, the wounded elder Waterskill led Dovepaw back into camp. Waterskill finally sat herself down, bringing herself to listen to Darkstar's announcement.
The worn elder smiled up at the apprentice from her place on the ground. "All is well, Dovepaw. Just relax for a while." She meowed before perking up her ears to listen to Darkstar, swiping her tongue across her wounded side.
Twistedpaw glanced at his clanmates, some not able to pull themselves from the ground and others with not nearly as much injury. Either way, the medicine cat would have a lot of work to see to. He flicked a shredded ear and traced emeraldine eyes back to Darkstar.
Whitekit crept over toward Russetfox, little ears perked forward with interest. She did not seem to participate much, or at all, in the ceremony? Why? He fluffed up his fur at the sight of her foot, so many of his clan were hurt. "Oh no! Did they do that?" He chirped, alarmed. How strong these warriors were to be so calm when hurt!
Whitekit stared, wide eyed as an owl while listening to Russetfox. "Wow! You must be really brave! One day I'll be as strong as you!" He vowed before spinning to find a warrior to help his new idol, only to smack into Oakdapple. "Oakdapple! You have to help Russetfox to the medicine cat's den, a badger almost ate her paw off!" He insisted, turning back to the wounded warrior.
Hi! Can you guys help me out with warrior names for Crowpaw? He is a male, so nothing too girly or feminine, please! xD
Whitekit pranced at the warrior's heels, now following his injured idol and the helpful warrior supporting her. It was something to focus on that wasn't the bloody aftermath of camp.
Twistedpaw remained where he was, eyes closing at the sounds of camp. Injured cats, a kitting queen. It was too much commotion after that fight.
Wow, thanks for all the help! 8D
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Name: Redpaw{Redcrow}
Age: 7.5 Moons
Gender: Male
Desired rank: Apprentice
History(Please put this in a spoiler tab):
Family: Unspoken
Mates: N/a
Kits: N/a
Disabilities/injuries: Various old scars, a few healing gashes from being found injured.
three major talents/abilities: Fighting, pain tolerance, endurance
Weaknesses(At LEAST three): Swimming, being social, being provoked(as he has a short fuse)
Other: Cats of the wild
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Name: Songbird
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: Female
Desired rank: Warrior
History(Please put this in a spoiler tab):
Family: Meadowheart(mother;deceased), Casket(father, MIA), Riverstone(adoptive mother;deceased)
Mates: N/a
Kits: N/a
Disabilities/injuries: A bobbed tail, otherwise all healthy.
three major talents/abilities: Speed, accuracy, swimming
Weaknesses(At LEAST three): Physical strength/size, balance due to her bobbed tail, climbing
Other: Cats of the wild
Name (kit's): Bluekit {Bluepaw}{Bluebird}
Display Name: ƙαɱιƙαȥҽ
Appearance: Bluekit is a simple one color, and that is the very essence of her name. The she is shrouded in downy blue fur and possessive of bright, jade eyes. Her stature is a small one, perhaps to be considered runty.
Personality: Blue's personality will depend on her life and what major events happen in it, though her main personality points will be on the sweeter side. She strives to see everyone happy and seems to care for just about everyone, despite their origins. She's a bit jumpy and skittish, but as of now this does not hinder her too much.
Other: Nightwings
Redpaw was sitting in camp, chin rested on his fore paws and jade eyes starin blankly ahead. Despite his healing injuries, the new addition to the clan had gone hunting and managed to bring back something. Now he lay in the corner of camp, separating himself from the others. The former rogue breathed a slight sigh.
Songbird pranced into camp with two birds in her jaws, dropping them neatly onto the fresh kill pile before turning back to the camp. Sapphirric eyes gleamed as she smiled, the usually seemingly happy she casting a warm smile to her clanmates. She was a relatively young warrior, only having been made one for roughly two moons.
{Recap? owo }
Redpaw lay where he was, observing the camp with his moody stare, the former rogue breathing a light sigh at the boredom.
Songbird had lightly perched herself near the entrance of camp, ears perked forward and seemingly ready to offer assistance to anyone in need.
