D u s k C l a n || Literate Warriors Roleplay || Accepting!

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D u s k C l a n

From dawn 'till dusk...
The sun is setting, the sky is darkening. The forest is eerily silent; each crackle of the leaves under your paws rebounds through the trees. Your breath clouds in the air. Leaf-bare is coming. You can feel it. Inclining your head, you are startled to see that it is dusk already. Weariness gnaws at your core -all you want to do is sleep.
Just as you are settling down in a patch of leaf-mould in the alcove between the gnarled roots of a giant tree, you hear a noise. A snapping. Your eyes, which had been drooping shut, fly open.
What was that?
Your gaze darts through the trees, muscles tensing. Your breathing quickens; ready for a fight. Something is watching you. Ears flat against your head, teeth bared, you hiss, "Who's there? Show yourself!"
Your wish is granted. The bushes rustle and part, revealing a cat like yourself -and completely different. His body is muscular, tense, and criss-crossed with scars. Lines of pink, marring the bright orange of his pelt. It sends a shiver up your spine. His regal green gaze locks with your own, and the cat meows, "I am Hollowstar, leader of DuskClan. Who are you, and what brings you onto our territory?" He bears himself proudly, confident of his strength. Part of you envies the orange tom.
You recount your tale, and the orange tom -Hollowstar- nods. "You have come a long way," he notes, "What is it you are searching for?"
This question takes you by surprise. This cat was perspicacious. Not once, in your entire tale, had you spoken of looking for something. Now that you think of it... you hadn't known it yourself. Yet, as soon as the query had passed his lips, an answer sprung to the forefront of your mind.
"A home," you answer, holding his gaze.
Hollowstar's face splits into a smile. "Welcome to DuskClan."

T a b l e o f C o n t e n t s::
Intro || Territory || Prophecy || Rules/Form || Clan List || Announcements

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T e r r i t o r y
DuskClan is it's most beautiful at sunset. The orange light penetrates the forest canopy, giving the world underneath an ethereal glow. The Broadstream gleams with the colours of the dusk; the whole of the territory is transformed. For once, it is beautiful.
DuskClan's territory is divided into two halves by the Broadstream. It runs through the middle of the territory, a fast-flowing river that has taken the lives of many cats -warriors and apprentices alike. It is a bountiful source of prey, and only freezes over in the middle of leaf-bare, when the icy grip of the season is the most powerful. And, even then, the ice is extremely thin, and should not be crossed, lest it crack.
The only way to get across the Broadstream safely is by way of Crossingtree. Aptly named, it is a large, fallen tree that connects both sides of the territory. It is situated upstream, at the narrowest section of the river. It is old and gnarled, with moss-covered bark, and treacherous holes, where the tree has been eaten away by insects. But, cats cross it anyways, as it is the only way to reach the prey rich area of DuskClan's territory.
On the other side of DuskClan's territory is the High Oak. It is a single, ancient oak tree, situated in a clearing. It is a prime hunting spot, as many animals take shelter in it, from the roots to the branches. Cats also come here to practice and compete in climbing, though, cats have lost their lives from falling from some of the higher boughs. And, if you continue south-east from the High Oak, you will come to the Two-legplace. Few cats venture here, though it is customary for a mentor to take their apprentice here at least once -to teach them the scent of their most dangerous enemy. The Two-legs. More adventurous kittypets sometimes venture from the safety of their nests, into DuskClan's territory.
But, of all of DuskClan's territory, no place can match the splendor of the Mooncavern. This breathtaking anomaly is the spot where cats of DuskClan come to communicate with their warrior ancestors. It is a huge underground lake, situated in a cavern created by the lapping of water at the rock. This place is as old as time itself. It commands reverence; if only by the sheer mystique of the cavern itself. It is found south of the DuskClan camp. A small, non-descript hole guards the entrance to the cavern. Cats enter into a small, earthy cave, and, from there, continue down a long, winding tunnel, to the Mooncavern itself. Nocat drinks of the underground lake's waters, save those who wish to speak to StarClan. It is an enigmatic place.

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P r o p h e c y


With the rising tide,
and the rising flood,
the dusk begins to sink.
Only four can save it.
Fight water with fire,
fight warmth with cold,
let the storm break,
and the mighty oak stand tall.
Only then will the dusk rise.

Currently searching for a cat to fill the role of 'storm', in the 7th verse. PM me if you are interested! c:

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R u l e s

-You must be a literate RPer.
-All of Tess's rules apply.
-No swearing, please.
-No detailed mating or birthing.
-No chatspeak. This is a literate RP.
-The minimum post length is 6 (detailed) sentences.
-No over-posting, please!
-No character is perfect. Gary/Mary-sues are boring!
-No unrealistic pelt/eye colours.
-No power-playing!
-No killing another character without their RPer's permission.
-Don't join, then never come again. We understand if you are too busy, or you've lost interest. Just let me know. I don't bite! (:
-You may have up to 8 cats.
-When speaking out of character, please use brackets, or put OOC.
-If you are unable to be on for a while, please PM me.

*I will be chosing Mods to help me enforce the rules later on in this RP. C:

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D u s k C l a n


Cats in blue are male.
Cats in pink are female.
Links lead to sign-ups.

Leader::
Hollowstar. 48 moons. Viszla7(me). x.

Deputy::
Rainfeather. 20 moons. Morning Rain. x.

Medicine Cat::
Wildheart. 24 moons. koko1000. x.
Apprentice: Pepperpaw

Warriors::

Polarclaw. 32 moons. koko1000. x.

Icestorm. 35 moons. Viszla7(me). x.

Rainsoul. 17 moons. Viszla7(me). x.

Stonepelt. 37 moons. anonymous.. x.

Fallenstorm. 24 moons. anonymous.. x.

Willowfang. 20 moons. Avimara. x.

Orcapelt. 24 moons. koko1000. x.

Thorntail. 24 moons. Morning Rain. x.

Runningpelt. 32 moons. anonymous.. x.

Emberstrike. 21 moons. Nuttmeg. x.

Moonshade. 26 moons. DarkHowl. x.

Apprentices::

Oakpaw. 9 moons. Morning Rain. x.

Sunpaw. 9.5 moons. Morning Rain. x.

Gingerpaw. 12 moons. koko1000. x.

Pepperpaw. 6 moons. Lady Masquerade. x.

Ferretpaw. 8 moons. Nuttmeg. x.

Queens::

Kits::

Duskkit. 5 moons. Viszla7(me). x.

Stormykit. 5 moons. Holly Dash. x.

Elders::

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Loners::

Kittypets::

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Season: Leaf-bare
Weather: Snowing
Prey: Shortage.
Most animals are hidden in their dens for leaf-bare. Quite a few
were also driven away by the flooding earlier. At the moment, squirrels,
mice, and a few birds are really the only prey that can be found.

TideClan is a part of DuskClan's prophecy. The two clans are not neighbors -in fact,
TideClan knows nothing about DuskClan (at the moment).
Feel free to join TideClan, as well! C:

March 10/12
Roleplay now open! To all new members, this is a continuation of this roleplay. I decided to remake it for a few reasons, of which I will tell you the top two. One; I understood that a new thread would attract more members, and two; I was unsatisfied with the old front page. So, I will summarize what has being going on recently in the old thread, so you can feel comfortable jumping right in! c:
Hollowstar and Wildheart have returned from the Mooncavern. Their experience there was terrifying, and spelled out certain approaching danger for the cats of DuskClan. The forests of StarClan were void of cats -excepting one. A cat was sent back as a messanger. And that cat was one of Polarclaw's dead, nameless kits. It shook Hollowstar greatly, and he is still recovering from the shock. Now, more than ever, the orange tom feels the burden of leadership heavy on his shoulders.
He and Wildheart have just returned to camp, where everything seems okay. A sort of peaceful quiet has descended over DuskClan -the calm before the storm.
Is that everything? xD I'm so tired, it isn't even funny. xD

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|| Hollowstar || Tom || Leader || Compassionate ||

Name:: Hollowstar
Desired Name:: "I am happy where I am."
Gender:: Tom
Rank:: Leader
Desired Rank:: "Nowhere else to go, is there?"
Age:: 48 moons

Physical Description::
Hollowstar has a pelt of ginger, striped with darker bands of orange. Darkest on his forehead, fading the farther out they go. He has a splash of white on his chest, stark against the orange. White paws, muzzle, tail tip. His eyes are a deep, piercing green, flecked with gold. Hollowstar is known for the expressiveness of his eyes. One need only look into them to gauge his mood. They are a window into his mind. Deep green pools, reflective and calm; sharp, calculating shards of bottle-green glass.
Hollowstar is well-built; sturdy and muscular. Agile enough to evade attack, but strong enough to land a powerful blow. A formidable enemy in battle. But, then again, he has to be -he is the leader of DuskClan. Always the first one into the fray, ready to defend the clan to his last breath. The orange-pelted leader's left ear is split into a deep vee -a reminder of his first battle as an apprentice. A deep scar is stretched across his left flank, pink and taut. It still pains him, but the leader never mentions it. Not to anycat. He doesn't want to undermine their confidence in his leadership -or cause them worry. And so he banishes it from his own mind, as well. Hollowstar's ginger pelt is marred by numerous other scars, as well, but they are all minor; nothing serious -or even noteworthy.
His fur is short and rough, tail long and expressive. He holds himself with confidence, and possesses a naturally regal air. Hollowstar holds his head high, proud to be himself.
Personality::
Compassionate. Stubborn. Intelligent. Perspicacious. An interesting combination of traits. Hollowstar has a deep and multi-faceted personality. There is more to him than meets the eye -much, much more.
He is a kind, compassionate cat. Hollowstar is always concerned about, and sympathizing with, others. He has a deeply sensitive nature, and will do anything to alleviate the suffering of his clanmates. This is an important trait in any cat, especially a leader. Hollowstar's ability to feel for others allows him to see the motives behind actions, and to help those in need. Perspicacious, one could call him, as well. Hollowstar has a ready insight into and understanding of things. Useful, indeed. It allows him not only to understand his clanmates -but also his enemies.
Compassion is both a blessing, and a curse, though. It makes it more difficult for him to strike down an enemy, because he will inadvertedly imagine himself in that cat's place. And then, wavering with indecision, that cat will take advantage of him, and strike at him instead. Torn between taking a cat's life, and saving another's.
Hollowstar is stubborn, as well. Fixed in his beliefs. He is tied to them, as a ship is to a dock. They are his anchor. When he makes a decision, he is always loathe to alter it. He rigourously upholds the warrior code, they are his moral principles. The black and white; the right and wrong. And, so, when he was forced to question the rightness of the warrior code, he was questioning the value of the morals he had based his life on.

History::
Hollowstar was born to Whiteclaw and Brightspirit, two of DuskClan's most respected warriors. Or, at least, one of them. Hollowstar never knew his father; he pieced together his image of him through tiny fragments of information he has gleaned throughout his lifetime. His mother -Brightspirit- never much talked about him. As a kit and apprentice, Hollowstar chalked it up to grief -but now, he is wondering if the theory he formed was correct...
He'll never have a chance to find out.
When Hollowstar -Hollowpaw, then- was newly apprenticed, his mother went out on a patrol to chase a pesky fox off their territory. Hollowstar clearly remembers begging to go -he'd lived for that sort of excitement when he was younger. So, so naïve. Sometimes he longs for those days, and sometimes he is glad that they are long past. Hollowpaw passed a regular day; battle-training with his mentor, Redfur, cleaning out the elder's bedding -a punishment for his cheek the day before. Only when the young apprentice was settling down for the night, eyes drooping with tiredness, that he remembered his mother. The patrol hadn't returned yet... Hollowpaw felt panic begin to set in. The apprentice peered out into the clearing, through the bramble-y den entrance, hoping that, at that exact moment, the patrol would somehow appear through the camp entrance, safe and sound. He waited for a long time.
Only when the first rosy streaks of dawn were beginning to appear in the sky did sleep finally reel him in. No sooner than his eyes had drooped to cover his deep green eyes, that his breathing had slowed to the deep, comforting sighs of sleep, was he awoken by his mentor.
Redfur had nudged the apprentice with his nose, whispered for him to get up. Hollowpaw's lack of response caused him to speak louder. Hollowpaw was only aroused from sleep when the russet tom yowled in his ear.
Crush/Mate:: Polarclaw is his mate.
Kin:: Whiteclaw {Father|Deceased}, Brightspirit {Mother|Deceased}
Kits:: He'd like them...
Weaknesses::
-His stubbornness.
-His compassion; cats take advantage of it, on occasion.
-His intelligence; it makes him unable to accept what is. Hollowstar must find answers, must understand.
-The still-painful scar on his left flank.
Strengths::
-His compassion. It allows him to feel for others, lets him rule the clan with insight.
-His intelligence.
-His perspicaciousness.
-His well-rounded build.

Username:: Viszla7
Nickname:: Viz
Theme Song:: He Lives In You {Lion King 2: Simba's Pride. C:}
Other:: Nope!

|| Icestorm || Tom || Warrior || Aloof ||

Name:: Icestorm
Desired Name:: "I am content with my name, thank you."
Gender:: Tom
Rank:: Warrior
Desired Rank:: "The rank of warrior is good enough for me."
Age:: 35 moons

Physical Description:: Icestorm has a pelt of the lightest grey; it can be mistaken for white at a distance. Faint tabby markings stripe his forehead, creeping down around his eyes, and up to his ear-tips, where they darken again. His tail is also patterened in medium grey. The markings are darkest on his forehead and tail tip, fading out the further away they go. His nose is a light pink, and his eyes, a disconcertingly icey blue. So cold they are almost sharp. It is a gaze that seems to see right through you. His colouration suggests a sort of, fadedness. As if he is only half-there -but for his eyes. They lend all the solidity Icestorm needs. Some cats joke that Icestorm is not all there, and that's the reason that he is so silent on his paws. The light-grey tom doesn't know whether to be offended -or flattered.

With a lean, rangy physique, Icestorm is more suited for speed than battle. Small, light paws; Icestorm is as silent as a shadow. He excels in winter hunting, being able to blend almost seamlessly with the snow. But in summer, he sticks out like a sore thumb -or should I say, claw? (Awful pun is awful. xD) But what he lacks in camoflauge, he makes up with in agility. Icestorm is a quintessential example of the cat; graceful to the extreme. Every movement seems to be carefully considered, balanced, exacting. Some say he was born with this natural grace; maybe, maybe not, but Icestorm knows he had to work hard to learn to exercise this much control over his movements.
Although he is an extraordinary hunter, Icestorm finds battle difficult. He doesn't have the brawn to overpower other cats by sheer strength. His lithe, slim build is not suited for the wild fury that is fighting. Whilst his agility may lend some help, you can't beat an opponent by flitting away from them. Icestorm knows -he's tried it. No, dancing around like a bird only seeks to enrage your enemy further; lending then more fury for their attack. In other words, it's a bad idea. Very bad. Even as an apprentice, when no one knew much of anything, Icestorm knew his strength lay in hunting. Battle-training was a chore; the only thing it taught him was how to deal with pain. And how to be a dignified loser.

Icestorm has a very refined body. A long, sweeping tail, ears that taper to tufted points. Large oval eyes, a delicately pointed head. Icestorm can almost be mistaken for a she-cat -something that he very much despises. His slim body is criss-crossed with faint scars. Lines of pink mar the smooth off-white, tribute to Icestorm's life as a warrior. A life he would never trade. Not for the world.

Personality::
Pensive. Quiet. Reserved. Aloof. These four words sum up much of Icestorm's personality. He delights in the quiet, in the near-silence of the forest. The place where the loudest noise is the rustling of leaves, the trill of birdsong, the whisper of the branches as they brush against eachother. The world where Icestorm can let down his walls. Solitude is both Icestorm's best friend -and worst enemy. He loathes it and loves it, at the same time. There, he can be himself, there he can pour out his fears, hopes, and dreams. But, there, no one responds. The forest may be listening, but it never answers back. Never allays his fears. Never encourages him. Despite being surrounded by all of his clanmates, Icestorm always feels alone.

Ever-growing loneliness battles against fear of loss. So far, fear has won. Icestorm trys to stay as distant as possible from his clanmates. He will interact with them, yes, but brush them off if they try to get close to him. Icestorm is afraid of making friends, because he is afraid of losing them. Aloof though he may seem, Icestorm is actually a very sensitive cat. Compassionate, if you get to know him. Incredibly loving and protective. But only two cats have ever seen that side of him. And both of them are now dead. They are the reason for his fear. Because, when Icestorm lost his mother and sister, a part of him died with them. The grief overpowered him. And when at last he recovered enough to live again, Icestorm vowed to never get that attached to another cat. And so he has become solitary. Alone in a clan of many. But, his will is weakening. One well-aimed blow, and he'll crack. And so his fear intensifies.

Thoughtful, philosophical. When looking at a tree, Icestorm sees more than just the tree. He sees it as a source of life, ancient and powerful. A gift from StarClan. He looks deeper. Some say he overanalyzes. As an apprentice, Icestorm was much ridiculed for his thoughtfulness. Whilst the others were play-fighting, and being generally cheerful, Icestorm was thinking. The only one who could really make him come out of his shell was his sister, Brightpaw. She was the one who could make him see a tree as just a tree. And to this day, whenever he tries to look at things like that; see only the surface, he thinks of her. And so, he doesn't do it much.

All in all, Icestorm could be an asset to the clan. If he tried. If he lowered his walls, and released the emotions that he's kept hidden for all this time. The quiet shell of a cat, the hollow, could be filled. Perhaps.

History::
Icekit was born to Breezeflight and Wildtooth, along with his sister, Brightkit. His father was very distant, for reasons he never understood, and so, when he died, he wasn't much missed. It was a fox attack, he was told later on. Wildtoth had been hunting alone, and the fox had jumped out at him. Unprepared, he had died quickly. That -at least- was a blessing. Icekit didn't know about that. Before his father had died, his little family was a happy one. His mother was always laughing; whenever he tussled with Brightkit, bugged the warriors and apprentices, or went exploring. He looks back on those days with true fondness. And bitterness. Bitterness, for all that he had lost.
After his father died, Breezeflight became more withdrawn. She still laughed, yes, but much less often. And when she did, it was a sort of, forced noise. False. But, being kits, Brightkit and he didn't really understand this, and continued with life like nothing had changed.

Icepaw and Brightpaw became apprentices. They were full of excitement, bursting with pride. As was Breezeflight. For a while, life continued on as usual. They learnt to hunt -something Icepaw found he excelled at- and fight. He wasn't very close to the other apprentices, but Brightpaw was. She spent almost as much time with them as she did with him. It made him quite jealous. One day, he confronted her about it, and they got into an arguement. Tensions ran high then. Their mother noticed the change in their relationship, and enquired about it. Icepaw snapped at her in response. Looking back, he can tell that he had hurt her feelings. But then, all he cared about was nursing his wounded pride. Such a fool. A complete, ignorant mouse-brain. Icepaw was estranged from his sister for about a moon; the most miserable moon of his life thus far. Eventually, they made up again. But the bond was never as tight as it had been before.

And then, tradegy struck. Struck in the form of disease. In the form of greencough. He noticed it first. Icepaw woke up in the night to hear coughing, coming from the nest next to him. But, for fear of another arguement, he said nothing. Icestorm regrets this more than anything else he has ever done. Only when her illness had become so bad that it was noticable by the whole clan, did Brightpaw finally consent to be treated. He knew, that if he'd spoken to her earlier, he could've made her see reason. And so, Icestorm blames himself for her death.
The medicine cat identified it as greencough. She was confined to the medicine den, to be seen by nocat -lest it spread. But Breezeflight was insistant. And his mother, when she wanted something, was formidable indeed. After much fighting, the medicine cat at last consented to let her stay with her daughter. Brightpaw was fading. Icepaw spent those days of his apprenticeship in constant worry. He didn't sleep much, and his lapse in training reflected that. Icepaw was a nervous mess. There was only one thought on his mind, and it haunted him constantly: What if Brightpaw dies? That was the most terrible thing he could think of; Icepaw couldn't even imagine that his mother would die too.
But she did. They both did. Brightpaw went first, quietly, in her sleep. When Icepaw was informed, he went numb with shock. It couldn't be. No, no, no, no, they were lying! It was impossible! Brightpaw... She couldn't be... dead. But she was. And a piece of Icepaw died with her. He was so overcome by grief, that he didn't even stop to consider what his mother might be going through.
And then she died too. Died, of the same disease that took her daughter's life. She had caught it, because of all the time she'd spent with Brightpaw. And Breezeflight went quickly, like her mate. Because, she had lost the will to live. Looking back, Icestorm can't help but feel a bit of resentment. She should've stayed, she should've fought, for him, if nothing else! But she didn't, and then Icepaw was completely alone.
He can barely remember the moon that followed their deaths. It was as if he'd blocked it from memory. But, somehow, Icepaw became a warrior. He was given his warrior name, Icestorm, and the clan cheered him.
But it wasn't the same. Breezeflight should've been there, calling her her kits' warrior names. Icestorm should have cheered for his sister, and she, in return, would cheer for him. But they couldn't, because they were both dead. And it was all his fault.

Icestorm struggled on. He beat the grief, the all-consuming grief. But the pain stayed, and probably will forever. At least, until he dies. And Icestorm has no fear of death. When he dies, he will go up to StarClan, and his family will be re-united at last. He will see the smiling faces of his mother and sister, with his father looking on approvingly. The thought warms his heart. But, Icestorm doesn't want to leave yet. No, he has too much to live for. Icestorm wants to see the clan grow, to hunt in the leaf-bare, to pad through the forests. No, Icestorm loves life too much. Even after all he has lost, he wants to continue living. And so he does.

Crush/Mate:: Icestorm is afraid of relationships.
Kin:: Breezeflight {Mother|Deceased}, Wildtooth {Father|Deceased}, Brightpaw {Sister|Deceased}
Kits:: Icestorm+kits= StarClan forbid!
Weaknesses::
-His aloofness; the fear of connecting with the clan.
-His inability to get over the deaths of his mother and sister.
-His guilt at the deaths of his family members.
-His overanalyzation of everything and anything.
-His reservation; the walls he has put up to keep his clanmates out.
-His build; not at all suited for fighting.
Strengths::
-His thoughtful nature.
-His lightness on his paws; silent as a shadow.
-His hunting prowess.

Username:: Viszla7
Nickname:: Viz
Theme Song:: World So Cold {By 12 Stone}
Other:: Ouch. Hollowgaze is the most depressing character I have ever created. I don't even know where he came from, but I will blame his existance on the fact that I just finished the last Narnia book. I cried, and cried, and cried. It was so sad, but so happy, and... Gah. I feel sorry for poor Hollowgaze. xD

|| Rainsoul || She-cat || Warrior || Hot-headed ||

Name:: Rainsoul
Desired Name:: Rainstar
Gender:: She-cat
Rank:: Warrior
Desired Rank:: "Leader, of course! What warrior in their right mind wouldn't be vying for the top spot?"
Age:: 17 moons

Physical Description::
Rainsoul's pelt is a dark blue-grey, the colour of the clouds on a stormy afternoon. It is void of markings, excepting the faint bands of darkest grey that ring the tip of her tail. Darkest at the tip, and fading rapidly as they extend outwards. The stripes are invisible by the time they reach the middle of her tail. Rainsoul takes great pride in the state of her pelt; she likes it clean, or not at all.
The young warrior has a very slim build; her face is angular, and her limbs are long and supple. Lithe and agile. Rainsoul is extremely speedy; 'quick as a bird in flight', some of the older warriors used to joke. As an apprentice, Rainsoul spent much of her time flitting about camp like a restless hummingbird. It annoyed the elders to no end. Most cats would assume that her slim build and speed would make Rainsoul an excellent hunter -and those assumptions would be correct. She has a flair for the catching of prey, though the young warrior would much rather be a fighter. Her hot-headed nature gears her for conflict, not the patient stalking of food. But, her physical build contradicts this, and Rainsoul has learned to turn it to her advantage.
One of the most distinctive features that Rainsoul possesses would have to be her vividly yellow eyes. Sharp in anger, piercing and pinning you to the spot. Yellow, yellow, and yellower. Yellowest.
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History:: {If your cat is a kit, feel free to leave this blank. Otherwise, I'd like at least 4 sentences here! c:}
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Kin:: {At least their names, please. c:}
Kits:: {Well... If your cat doesn't have kits, you obviously don't have to fill this one out.}
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|| Duskkit || She-cat || Kit || One word to summarize your cat ||

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Personality:: {Minimum of 6 sentences.}
History:: {If your cat is a kit, feel free to leave this blank. Otherwise, I'd like at least 4 sentences here! c:}
Crush/Mate:: {I'd prefer for them to be developed during the RP, but you can still fill it out beforehand!}
Kin:: {At least their names, please. c:}
Kits:: {Well... If your cat doesn't have kits, you obviously don't have to fill this one out.}
Weaknesses::
Strengths::

Username::
Nickname:: {D'you have a nickname? Something you'd prefer to be adressed by?}
Theme Song:: {This one's optional!}
Other:: {Also optional!}

[s e v e n]

Roleplay now open!

[Simple Plan.]

{Lines (c) Lenora}
|| Polarclaw || She-cat || Warrior || Overcoming ||

Name:: Polarclaw
Desired Name:: "I'm quite happy with my name."
Gender:: She-cat
Rank:: Warrior
Desired Rank:: "I'm happy with my spot."
Age:: 32 moons

Physical Description:: Polarclaw is a beautiful pure white she-cat. She was born with a splayed left paw which gave her a disadvantage in the clan she was born into. Tideclan. A ruthless clan where any difference sets you apart from everyone else. Because of her paw, she was called names and teased often, but she overcame them. After her battle with her former mate, Minnowfrost, she lost an ear and gained some scars. Although she is missing an ear, it does not make her hearing any worse than any average cat. The she-cat has silver fur on her single ear and her tail tip with silver toes. She also has a long tail, which she takes good care of, therefore, it is extremely fluffy. Polarclaw has beautiful blue-turquoise eyes, the only color to her, apart from her personality.
Personality:: Polarclaw can be outgoing, but she can be shy too. She is outgoing towards those she knows or cares for, but most often shy towards those who she does not know and are not hostile to her. Often, she can be talking to a loner and become slightly shy. She is outgoing, however. When in Tideclan, she could often be outgoing with certain cats, or she could be hostile. Even as deputy, she was hostile towards some cats. She is overcoming, as well. In Tideclan, she was called names such as Bigfoot, small paws, and other names about her splayed paw and although she was in a position of authority, she did nothing about it. She had to overcome the name calling, the hatred from her past clanmates, losing an ear and many other problems throughout her life, which only makes her stronger.
History:: Belonged to Tideclan (A clan VERY far away), was Deputy and having kits. After her kits were born, her mate, Minnowfrost, then decided he didn't like the kits or want them. She was out for a walk and when she came back, her kits were gone. She got very mad when one of her clanmates told her it was her mate. Tideclan was known to be quite vicious, but not like this. They had gone too far. Minnowfrost had gone too far.
When her mate came into the den that night, he made fun of her splayed paw for the last time. She had been born with it. It was not her fault. She got so mad she attacked and her mate, she always followed the warrior code, even if her clan did not, so she would never kill him. She left him badly scarred, and he took her left ear. She left the clan, her anger fueling her to keep going until she reached another more fair clan.
Crush/Mate:: Mate: Hollowstar || Former mate: Minnowfrost
Kin:: 3 unnamed kits || 2 toms, 1 she-cat || Deceased / Dawnbreeze || Mother || Deceased / Sparrowsong || Father || Deceased / Cherrynose || Sister || Deceased / Icegaze || Brother || Deceased
Kits:: 2 toms and a she-cat, murdered by Minnowfrost.
Weaknesses:: Her fear of Tideclan can be a weakness, although it can be a strength, too. She can often rely too much on her agility than her strength and she fears losing those she loves, which can often make her hesitate.
Strengths:: Her will to overcome and believe in those she trusts and her trusting nature can most often be strengths.

Username:: koko1000
Nickname:: Koko c:
Theme Song:: {Polarclaw's theme song} Stronger (What doesn't kill you), Kelly Clarkson.
Other:: c:

|| Wildheart || Tom || Medicine cat || Caring ||

Name:: Wildheart
Desired Name:: "I'm content with my name."
Gender:: Tom
Rank:: Medicine cat
Desired Rank:: "I'm glad to be a medicine cat."
Age:: 24 moons

Physical Description:: A golden pelted tom covered in spots, like those of a leopard. He has a white stomach that spreads both upwards and downwards, towards his paws. The bottom of his front paws are white with golden tops and his back paws are all white. He has stripes that go from his eyes to the sides of his face and he has stripes that starts as spots behind his ears and go forward, to end in front of his ears. The tom has black-backed ears with white spots and a piercing green gaze. The tom also has a long black tail, which he often finds himself tripping over. His tail is striped with grey and white, all the way down, to end in a white tip. The tom's front right shoulder is extremely scarred and he is incapable of moving it in certain directions. It also seems to appear to be missing a piece of his shoulder blade in that area, as he is missing that part of his shoulder.
Personality:: The tom is caring and on most occasions confident, but his biggest fault is that he falls too hard, when he is in love. When the tom is broken-hearted or his medicine skills are not helping the cat that is in trouble, he loses his confidence. The tom can read other cats easily, as he has often been through the same emotions and can easily recognize the emotions, making easy for him to recognize a fault or sickness in a cat. Despite his charm, Wildheart hates to admit how clumsy he truly is. The tom often finds himself tripping over his own tail and falling face first into the dirt, or slipping into Broadstream. Apart from those features, he is quite friendly and willing to help any cat.
History:: The tom was born in a small peaceful region outside Duskclan. Two rogues attacked his parents, killing them. They took him, grabbing him by the scruff. Wildheart began to fight them and kicked the rogue who was carrying him, causing the rogue to drop him. In the rogue's anger, he grabbed Wildheart's shoulder, damaging it badly. Wildheart hurt the rogue again and managed to run away. He ran straight into the heart of Duskclan territory, where they took the small kit in, to become the medicine cat apprentice.
Crush/Mate:: Forbidden, however, Crush: Leafdapple
Kin:: Feather || Mother || Deceased / Chase || Father || Deceased
Kits:: ...
Weaknesses:: When he falls in love, he falls hard and it often leads to trouble. Also, his shoulder makes him incapable of doing many things a warrior can do. He also has the inability to stay calm in some situations.
Strengths:: His knowledge of herbs, his connection with Starclan, his love, when strong can be a strength. He is also most times confident. The fact that he can often read cats easily.

Username:: koko1000
Nickname:: Koko (:
Theme Song::
{Wildheart's Theme Song} If I can't have you, Kelly Clarkson.
{Wildheart's Second Theme Song} More Than This, One Direction.
Other:: Nope!

{Lines (c) Lenora}
|| Orcapelt || She-cat || Warrior || Confident ||

Name:: Orcapelt
Desired Name:: "Orcapelt fits me. I like it."
Gender:: She-cat
Rank:: Warrior
Desired Rank:: "I'm happy with my spot."
Age:: 24 moons

Physical Description:: A black and white she-cat, with a peculiar pattern. Orcapelt has the facial markings of an orca and a white stomach like the arctic whale. Her pelt is a glossy black apart from those spots of white. Orcapelt has blue-grey eyes with a purple-ish tint towards the center. Her gaze changes color slightly, by gaining more green to the grey-ish color of her eyes, or regaining their blue color. Orcapelt also has a sleek, although still muscular build. She has slightly longer claws than the average cat and is an excellent swimmer and loves to climb. She also loves the snow, as that is where she is from, the icy tundra of the north.
Personality:: Orcapelt is a generous she-cat and thinks about others, before herself, most often. She is also very confident and never shies away from anything, which can be both a weakness and a strength. She can seem quite graceful, but in all truth, she is the complete opposite. She is extremely clumsy and finds herself tripping over flat surfaces and bumping into other cats all the time. The she-cat also has a flirty side and it often takes control of her without her noticing. She has a build meant for both power and speed and relies on both when in battle, making her a strong opponent. She is loyal and caring and would never do anything to harm a fellow clanmate.
History:: Orcapelt comes from far in the north, where orcas and sharks infested the water and ice and snow were on the ground year-round. There were many clans in the north, but Orcapelt, Orca at the time, had no desire to join the clan. The she-cat had lived alone, except for her sister's company, for a while, but it had never bothered her.
It was summer and the ice was beginning to split, as it did every year. The she-cat's territory was beginning to melt, which was making Orcapelt worried. Her and her sister had gotten separated because of the melting ice. It had never melted this far before, and she was forced closer to a clan, where she was caught along their melting border. As she arrived in camp, she realized she had two choices; prisoner or apprentice. She took the apprenticeship and earned her warrior name, Orcapelt, after a while of hard work. By this time, the clan's territory was half melted. The clan had begun to disband because of their melting territory, which, to her own surprise, was making Orcapelt sad. She had enjoyed life in a clan. Orcapelt went out hunting, surprised when the ice split and she was sent adrift in the ocean. "Tundraclan!" She had shouted back to the clan, but she was never answered. After floating a while, she arrived on land, filled with trees, which were rare in her old home. She was starving when she arrived and continued to travel, but she was too slow, due to her hunger to catch food. She continued to travel, until her hunger made her collapse, just in the border of Duskclan. She does have many more stories of her time in the tundra, but she has never even told this story, which is the biggest one.
Crush/Mate:: Crush: Thorntail
Kin:: Starling || Mother || Deceased / Sorrow || Father || Deceased / Beluga || Sister || Status Unknown
Kits:: ...
Weaknesses:: Because she used to live in the ice, she isn't the greatest in all of the trees and often runs into things. Sometimes she can trust the wrong cats, because she trusts everyone very easily.
Strengths:: She is great on ice and snow and friendly to everyone, she also has a lean, swift and powerful figure.

Username:: koko1000
Nickname:: Koko
Theme Song:: {Orcapelt's Theme Song} I'll be There for You, The Rembrandts.
Other:: Orcapelt is my fursona. Please do not steal her! I have changed her a bit to use her in this RP, however. {Ex. Her eyes used to be pure purple.}

|| Gingerpaw || Tom || Apprentice || Reserved ||

Name:: Gingerpaw
Desired Name:: "I like Gingerstripe."
Gender:: Tom
Rank:: Apprentice
Desired Rank:: "Warrior. Deputy one day. Leader eventually. Gingerstar, do you like the ring?"
Age:: 12 moons

Physical Description:: A tom with a light ginger pelt and darker tabby stripes covering his pelt. He has an extremely light ginger stomach, compared to the rest of the tom's pelt. The tom has an average length tail with a darker ginger tip and large ear with tabby stripes over them. He has a pink nose and his jaw is speckled with black. The tom has piercing green eyes and because it never became milky, you would never know his left eye is blind. The tom has a sleek build, meant for speed, although since he is half-blind, he is uncomfortable when going fast in a forest. Because of this fault, he is trying to build his strength.
Personality:: {Minimum of 6 sentences.}
History:: The tom was born to Lilacfur and Emberlight, two Duskclan warriors and lived a pretty ordinary apprentice life, until his sister and mother were killed by rogues and his second sister and father disappeared. After that, he went out to find the rogues who killed his mother and sister and ended up fighting them. He was barely an apprentice at the time and was still quite small and wasn't surprised when a Hawk came down and grabbed him. He managed to escape but the hawk hit his left eye with his talons and scared away the rogues, luckily. After that, Gingerpaw began to slowly become blind and still is blinding, although no one knows, as his gaze is not becoming milky, though the tom knows it will, in time.
Crush/Mate:: "Who wants a half-blind tom? I wish someone would like me as me."
Kin:: Honor || Sister || Unknown / Leaftail || Sister || Deceased / Lilacfur || Mother || Deceased / Emberlight || Father || Unknown
Kits:: "I'm an apprentice!"
Weaknesses:: His half-blindness. He doesn't know how to deal with it and is a bit clumsy because of it. Otherwise it's his lack of trust or his lack of confidence.
Strengths::

Username:: koko1000
Nickname:: Koko
Theme Song:: {Gingerpaw's Theme Song} WIP
Other:: Nope

|| Darkfeather || She-cat || Top ranking Dark Forest cat || Vicious ||

Name:: Darkfeather
Desired Name:: "At one time it would have been Darkstar. But in the Dark forest, your name does not determine your rank."
Gender:: She-cat
Rank:: Top ranking Dark Forest cat
Desired Rank:: "I'm at the top."
Age:: 175 moons {Dead}

Physical Description:: The she-cat is extremely small, often leading to teasing, although those who truly know her, know better than to do so, as she will bring her claws to their throat in an instant. The she-cat has the markings of a bobcat, a dusty brown undercoat with a darker speckled overcoat, making her camouflage well with surroundings. She has black ears, with a white spot on each one and long, white whiskers. The Dark forest cat also has a very short tail, although she still has incredible balance and can be very acrobatic. The she-cat has large paws and a black spotted muzzle. She has a piercing dark hazel-red gaze, a gaze that is like no other.
Personality:: Darkfeather believes that violence is the answer to everything. Everything. You think she's too small? Her claws are on your throat. You think her gaze showed a bit of happiness, not an evil type, but pure? Her claws are on your throat. That is her answer to everything. And she gets away with it. She has the skills, she has the authority. The she-cat is vicious and her personality rarely reveals anything further than her viciousness, her hostility and her love of battle. She hates most cats, but most of all things wants revenge on the clan.
History:: She was born to Owl and River, as a rogue and hated the clans. When her, her two brothers and sister found their way to Duskclan, they found out it wasn't so bad. She trained to be a warrior, and loved it.
She found out later that her older brother, Sunsear, 49 moons at the time, had a forbidden love. They got into a fight, and she killed him. Later her sister, Mothflight found out, accusing her in front of the clan. She got angry, but kept calm, until they went hunting together, when she made the excuse that she was going to "make up for her error". When they got to broadstream, she smiled, calming Mothflight down, who was suspicious. She murdered Mothflight, and pushed her into broadstream. She told the clan that Mothflight had drowned, and looked for Shadow later.
Shadow figured out she had killed Mothflight, and went to mooncavern, to talk to Starclan. That was the night, he went to starclan permanently. She was later sent away from Duskclan, when the clan found out what she had done. She swore she would get her revenge, and to this day, still does. She came back with a small group of rogues, to fight Duskclan. Half of them fled, and the other half were killed. When she was the last one left, she was killed. She has never seen any other cats in the Dark Forest, but herself. And she likes it that way.
Crush/Mate:: "Who needs a mate?"
Kin:: River || Mother || Deceased / Owl || Father || Deceased / Sunsear || Brother || Deceased / Shadow || Brother || Deceased / Mothflight || Sister || Deceased {All Starclan cats}
Kits:: "Ya right."
Weaknesses:: Her ethnocentrism, her belief that nothing can beat the dark forest, the fact she cannot trust anyone. Her ultimate weakness, however, is her hatred.
Strengths:: All the time she has spent in the dark forest, she is very highly ranked and knows many secrets of the dark forest and the clan and knows all of the battle moves of the place of no stars.

Username:: koko1000
Nickname:: Koko
Theme Song:: {Darkfeather's Theme Song} Keeps Getting Better, Christina Aguilera.
Other:: Darkfeather's favorite saying: "I hope you choke when you swallow your pride." Just thought I'd add that. XD

[detour]

Fur:

Over-all appearance:

|| Rainfeather || She-cat || Deputy || Reliable ||

Name:: "Rainfeather."
Desired Name::
Gender:: "She-cat, perhaps you have been mistaken."
Rank:: "Deputy, I'm surprised that Hollowstar appointed me."
Desired Rank::
Age:: "Twenty five moons? Can't be sure anymore"

Physical Description:: Rainfeather is a light silver tabby with dark grey markings. Her ears are slightly more on the larger of sides, but this helps her when she hunts. Her legs are also a touch on the longer side, but also has it's advantages. Again, her tail is, like her legs, also a touch long, but this keeps her well-balanced. She is more on the slighter side in form. Rainfeather's fur is sleek and semi-short, and her whiskers are snow white. Her eyes are a deep, curious shade of moss-green with a few tones of olive thrown in there. Her eyes often reveal her feelings, and what she is thinking. A faded scar runs across her left shoulder from a fight with a fox many moons ago.
Personality::
Rainfeather is an intelligant, sometimes curious cat {although this curiousity seems to be fading as she grows a little older with more pressure of the clan} with a friendly-enough personality. She thinks best for the clan when she chooses her actions. Rainfeather is loyal to her clan, but she will do what she thinks is right, and not necisarrily what others think that she should do. A fear for her is, slightly surprisingly, water. Thus more in particular; Broadstream, as many cats are. Rainfeather does know how to swim {although not very well due to lack of swimming}, however, but would rather stay nice and dry than wet and damp.
Sure, she'll speak up for what she think's is best for herself and the clan, but she can be slightly more on the quiet side around other cat's she doesn't know so well.
At her best, Rainfeather is a good, positive cat you can depend on any day, but at her worst she can be a good enemy.
History::
Rainfeather was born and raised in Duskclan, her father a rogue, and mother the previous Duskclan medicine cat. She left Duskclan as soon as Rainfeather {Rainkit, then} was born with her mate, who was Rainfeather's father. The mother's Warrior name was Ravensplash, a beautiful tabby with dark grey fur and splashes of light silver here and there. Rainfeather's father's name was Echo. He had light silver fur with jet black stripes, and a scar on his left eye from, curiously, a Raven attack.
Anyhow, Rainfeather's mother and father disappeared, and actually became kittypets. They loved their kit{s}, but were not allowed the stay in the clan...and they wanted what they thought what would be best for Rainkit and{read below}:
Rainfeather remembers one name from her History, besides her mother's and father's, which the scarely even bother to.
Smokekit.
There was another kit, her brother, that was born in Duskclan, also. Before Hollowstar or even the old Medicine cat, Berryfur{in which died later on from old age...} saw that there was another kit, the kit disappeared, just like that.
He actually wandered off and an older rouge took him in and led him to a new clan;Tideclan.
And so further on, Smokekit forgot most his small History of the beginning of his life, except for one {oh the drama x3} name;
Rainkit.
Smokekit is now a full-fledged Warrior of Tideclan.
Crush/Mate:: "Why do you ask?" { Nope ^-^'}
Kin:: Smokekit{fur}, her mother Ravensplash{now Raven; a kittypet} and Echo{also, currently a kittypet}.
Kits:: ---
Weaknesses:: Rainfeather isn't very strong in the shoulders whatsoever, and she would put her life before another cat of Duskclan's anyday {hence the flood and Oakpaw--which can be both a strength and weakness}. Rainfeather also, due to her lack of muscles in her shoulders, isn't that good at fighting. Swimming is also a fear and a weakspot.
Strengths:: She's quick-footed and agile; a good runner and tree-climber. She would put her life before another cat of Duskclan's anyday {hence the flood and Oakpaw--which can be both a strength and weakness}. Although, she is a very good hunter which makes up for some weaknesses.

Username:: Morning Rain
Nickname:: Rainy, Morning, anything's really fine
Theme Song:: Caribbean Blue-Enya
Other:: ---

|| Oakpaw || Tom || Apprentice || Faithful ||

Name:: Oakpaw
Desired Name:: Oakstep
Gender:: Tom
Rank:: Apprentice
Desired Rank:: Warrior
Age:: 9 moons

Physical Description::
Oakpaw is a handsome young tom with a good, lean build to him. He has silky but thick, medium-short fur with dark, thick stripes lining his body. His green eyes with black flecks are outlines in yet again, a dark, thick black; almost like eye-liner. He has a white chest and muzzle, and white paws. Oakpaw is about average in size, and his rose is a dark, rosy pink, along with white whiskers. The main base colour of his fur is a ticked brown with some rusty colours, ranging from light to dark. The edges of his ears are slightly lighter than his base coat. The top of his forehead is especially lined with tightly packed stripes, almost meeting to the tops of his eyes. Oakpaw's tail is tipped with a splotch of white, and he has a tiny little scar from a bramble bush across the tip of his nose.
Personality::
Birchpaw is a fairly good apprentice and loves exploring. He is loyal to his clan, but sometimes gets into trouble with "having fun". He loves to climb trees. And when I say "loves", I mean it's like an old man's hobby. Except he's not an old man.. you get what I mean. Or not.
Anyhow, Oakpaw loves to climb trees and spends most of his time hunting up there. He is very well-known for the jump in his legs, for he can jump at a distance of about 3.5 meters. Otherwise, on the ground, he's not very good at hunting. For the contrary, Oakpaw is terrified of snakes which would easily send him scampering off back to the nursery. He's averagly intelligant, nothing impressive there, but he's very enthusiastic about going training with his mentor when it comes time.
History:: Oakpaw was attacked by a young hawk when he was a kit, but saved by an older Warrior named Shadeheart, whom later died due to Green-cough in the spring.
Oakpaw's mother was named Rippleflight, and his father's name was Darktalon. There's nothing dramatic about his past, really.
He was born in the nursery, like most other kits, and grew up {not to mention he's still growing up c:} in Duskclan.
Crush/Mate:: Open
Kin:: Rippleflight, Darktalon.
Kits:: ---
Weaknesses:: Oakpaw is afraid of snakes, he isn't all that great hunting on the ground.
Strengths:: He's alright at fighting but can jump at great distances; hence hunting in the trees.

Username:: Morning Rain
Nickname:: Raini, Rainy, M.R, Morning, etc.
Theme Song:: Clocks, Coldplay
Other:: ---

|| Sunpaw || Tom || Apprentice || Proud ||

Name:: "Sunpaw."
Desired Name:: Suncatcher
Gender:: "Tom. Do I look like a she-cat to you?"
Rank:: Apprentice
Desired Rank:: "Deputy. What else?"
Age:: "9.5 moons."

Physical Description::
Sunpaw is a handsome young tom with a golden-amber coat with lighter and darker, thick stripes that loosly line his body. He has two 'ringletts' on each forepaw, matching, mind you, and his coat is usually neat and gleaming from a thorough wash. He has pale, soft lily-yellow eyes {please mind the photo ^-^;}, and his nose is a light shade of baby pink. His muzzle and chest-area and a little above and below his eyes are white, white little clouded patches of white on his paws also. Sunpaw's paw pads are, as his nose, a pale shade of baby pink once again. He has a lean, graceful figure and defty paws. The tufts in his ears are white, and the same goes for his whiskers. He is seen often with his tail proudly held straight up in the air with his shoulders squared and a look about him that seems to say 'oh aren't I handsome'. :3
pelт color ;; Golden-amber with thick, lighter stripes.
Personality::
Sunpaw loves to show off, let's get that straight.
He enjoys to talk and can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but also easily makes friends. He'd lighten up or mock a cat any day, which gives him several different traits to play at. Sunpaw also enjoys a good old dare anytime, and would never refuse. Never. That could bring down his ego and what other cats think of him! He's mr.impressive, so don't doubt him.
That's just the cat he is.
'He's the sort of young tom with a big ego on a lot of pride and ego that he constantly feeds. He's barely ever uncertain of himself and often "leaps before he looks". Sure, joking around and showing off his not-so-immpressive-skills skills almost always sounds like a great thing to do. Sunpaw is also quite capable of pulled off 'snarky' or 'cool' remarks, like the cool kid at school.
His snarkyness can also be quite entertaining, and he's always layed back with, of coarse, swag. He knows he handsome, and doesn't doubt this one little bit {if ever}, frankly saying. He's barely never {if ever, again x3} self-concious, and finds practical jokes quite amusing, especially on other apprentices. Even though it quite often gets him in trouble, he hasn't stopped.
Sure, this young tom can be a bit obnoxious at times, but he can also be a good friend at that.
He could be a good leader, someday in the future when his young kit-ish things grow out of him, but let's just say that that little thought may be quite a ways away. Okay, universes away.
He loves to prove to every other apprentice that he's so awesomely great in almost every single way, and he hates with all his heart strongly dislikes losing. Very, very strongly dislikes losing, since of coarse this could effect his ego.
Another thing: if you wound his pride, he'll wound yours. x'D But, might I say, somehow in a friendly manner, but wounding, nonetheless.
For him, winning is everything. He has to be the top of the gang and everything, to always look handsome, to always be awesomely great; especially infront of other apprentices.
Sunpaw can be well-known for his sly mocking, and sometimes it can get a tiny bit out of paw, but shall we leave it at that?
Also; he can be very sharp-witted at times. Again, sly, cool remarks, everything.
Unfortunetely, he can also be annoying. He often blurts out things when his mentor's trying to teach him something or other, or he'll snicker, etc.
Ah, yes, along with the snickering. Sunpaw, when he finds something even mildly amusing when he's trying not to laugh, will often be caught snickering.
He has a lot against kittypets. A lot. He holds many grudges against them. Many, many, many.
Another thing: Sunpaw is actually quite good at cheering other cats up when feeling down, surprisingly enough. He does actually have a heart for that kind of stuff, and it often reals in she-cats. Oh, the flirt.
History::
He was born into Duskclan, like most cats. His mother's name was Honeysplash and his father's name Riverheart.
Crush/Mate:: They come to him. ^-^; But no, he doesn't have one at the moment.
Kin:: Honeysplash{mother}, Riverheart{father} and Yellowkit{deceased;sister}.
Kits:: ---
Weaknesses:: Sunpaw is a terrible swimmer, and often has bad days of hunting.
Strengths:: He can be an exellent fighter, and his sharp wits come handy at times.

Username:: Morning Rain
Nickname:: Rainy, Raini, Morning, Rain, M.R, etc.
Theme Song:: Viva la Vida, Coldplay
Other:: ---

|| Thorntail || Tom || Warrior || Ambitious ||

Name:: "Thorntail."
Desired Name:: "Thornstar sounds good, doesn't it?"
Gender:: "Tom. I should think that you can see that."
Rank:: "Warrior."
Desired Rank:: "What comes you to ask?" --Deputy---
Age:: 24 moons

Physical Description::
Thorntail is a handsome, well-built tom with strong form. He has powerful shoulders, and large paws. You could say he looks a bit like Tigerstar, if you put it like that. Thorntail's eyes are both pale gold, amber, and blue; but nothing too abnormal. His eyes look straight into you, often appearing as if they demand for an answer.
His nose is black and scarlett red, and white fur {although not from age, simply genetics} lines his eyes and muzzle. His whiskers are white. He has thick, tabby stripes, and a slightly ticked, rich dark coat. Thorntail has two or three nicks out of his left ear, and a scar across one shoulder from a battle with another cat.
Stripes grow thicker as they reach his paws and the tip of his tail, and eventually just turn completely black. Occasionally, more often on his chest, there is a random white stripe.
Overall, he is a handsome, dark, muscular cat.
Personality::
Ambitious. Brave. Sly.
Those three words pretty much describe him.
He's not afraid of much. He'll plunge straight into a battle and barely look twice. He's also very ambitious, and if there was an open spot for Deputy, he would be the first to seize it. How he thinks is also, ambitious, and sly, but he's also a great mentor. He would enjoy training an apprentice, but would only want them to turn out to be the best-nothing less. Nothing less at all.
He's more on the tough side, but also, he does have emotions.
He feels pain, anger, rage, annoyance, guilt, happiness, joy, pleasure, eagerness, all those things, except he has a habit of hiding them. He doesn't like showing other cats that he's afraid or fears anything, really, and he wishes to be the best warrior he can possibly be.
He has a habit of crooning and sneering and such; much like Darkstripe.
He easily holds grudges; especially over kittypets, and cats whom were once kittypets.
He often feels uneasy at Broadstream, since his very close friend, Willowleaf drown there, and nearly took his life, also. He also often avoids going there, but if he must, he will.
History:: Of course, Thorntail was born into the clan, no doubt, which would explain a little about his grudges against kittypets. His mother's name was Briarsong, and his father's name was Olivestrike. Not much said about there. His sister's name was Darkpaw, but was taken away by two-legs and most likely made a kittypet. That would explain more of the kittypet-ness grudge. xD
His very close friend, Willowleaf, died from drowning at Broadstream.
Crush/Mate:: Not at the moment, but open.
Kin:: Darkpaw {alive, kittypet, now known as Shadow}, Briarsong, and Olivestrike.
Kits:: ---
Weaknesses:: He isn't that great at hunting, and his ambition often gets the better of him.
Strengths:: He's a deadly fighter.

Username:: Morning Rain
Nickname:: Rainy, Rain, Morning, M.R, etc.. (:
Theme Song:: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCub4Vi-1KISecrets,%20One%20Republic
Other:: Would it be alright if he's a Dark Forest cat?