ｕｎｉｔｙ; discussions & forms

[Duskshine]

WIP, and I'd like to reserve deputy of Lostclan
My computer decided to stop working, so forms may take longer than I anticipated; please forgive me.

[aurora.]

WIP, and I'd like to reserve deputy of Lostclan
My computer decided to stop working, so forms may take longer than I anticipated; please forgive me.

The position of deputy has been reserved for you.

[aurora.]

I would like to remind everyone that reservations only last one hour, considering 3 reservation slots have not been filled and lost within the last 2 days.

[Greenleaf]

Born to the beautiful Cloudface who died in kitting, this apprentice was one of the two kits in his litter. His sister, Laurelkit, had been weak and runty from the start, and in the ensuing dark moons of the dictatorship passed away from a cough before reaching her first moon; the remaining Swankit was raised by another queen at the time. It soon became apparent that Swankit was deaf when he didn't respond to other cats' calls, and therefore the survivors of the 'Clan' worked together to form a sign language for him to use as soon as he was old enough; he now uses this sign language as his main means of communication. The moons flew by and he was soon known as Swanpaw, an apprentice of LostClan.

Now at twelve moons old, Swanpaw proves himself to be both intelligent and inquisitive, with a thirst for knowledge; he is eager to learn everything he can in order to become the best warrior possible. The tom is very subtle to change and can sense the slightest shifts in the atmosphere around him, and due to this he can read other cats' emotions very easily by simply looking at their faces. He can tell when others are lying to him, and therefore wears his heart on his sleeve, so to say, and is not afraid of voicing his opinions. However, like every cat Swanpaw does have his flaws; he is rather impatient and can be brash at times, and his fierce temper is not one to be trifled with when he's driven to the end of his 'rope'.
Not many cats know of Swanpaw's self-esteem issues, for this is the one secret the white tom keeps quiet. He is privately afraid that he will one day end up useless to his Clan because of his deafness, and this hidden fear is one of the main motivations that drive him forward in his training.

Swanpaw does his best not to let his disability hamper him, otherwise. Due to his deafness, his other senses are sharper than ever, especially his sense of smell; he will be named Swannose when he becomes a warrior due to this tracking ability. He is quite terrible at fighting, however; aside from having a constant feeling of being overwhelmed in battle, he also, evidently, cannot hear warnings nor cats sneaking up behind him. Swanpaw isn't particularly agile due to his large size, either, but his hunting is fairly good, though it won't be enough to earn him a suffix as a warrior.

[E c h o]

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Meet Pipitpaw, the sweet little apprentice who is bound to give your heart a squeeze. Whether or not it comes as a surprise to you, Pipitpaw is a tom of only eight moons of age, and is just as bouncy as he had been in his time in the nursery. Aside from being an especially gentle and caring young tom, Pipitpaw was blessed with the gift of intellect, and uses it to innovate in his tactical strategies in all aspects of clan life. Whether it be estimating his time frame to possibly catch a mouse from a tail-length away, or observing the combat movements of another cat to create his own, this young apprentice is an ingenious threat to any opponent.
Although his body is not as robust as that of a strong warrior's, Pipitpaw's honest heart and brilliance proves him to be just as loyal and precious to his clan as any cat. He is quickly irritated, and can be snappy when provoked by frustration, and no cat can miss his pride for his intellect. But his loyalty and devotion are undying, and he hopes to one day join StarClan leaving behind a great contribution as his mark, in service of his clan.

Pipitpaw is a small, scrawny young apprentice with a mackerel-tabby, mousy-brown pelt. The fur covering his spine and head is darker than that of his belly, and is fairly thin and short, still that of what a kit's fur would appear to be as. Mackerel spots dot his pale chest, and tabby markings run from his forehead and down his spine, giving a total appearance much like that of the pipit bird. Pipitpaw's eyes are a dark gray-brown color, large and round in size, accompanying a small pink nose and short white whiskers. His build is small and skinny, still lacking muscle that would be necessary for a threatening warrior, but there is still much room for growth. Pipitpaw will grow to be a smaller tom of an average build, and will better contribute to his clan using his mental strength rather than physical.

Pipitpaw's warrior name will be Pipitpelt.


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Pipitpaw was born into LostClan to two warriors of average skill, by the names of Birchclaw and Lilyfur. Lilyfur had been an especially bright she-cat, especially in terms of memorization and innovation, loving to get her paws moving and mind swirling with creativity. Her son inherited her brilliance, though by the time young Pipitkit was born, Lilyfur had split with Birchclaw due to excessive quarreling, though Birchclaw had passed away in an outbreak of greencough later that leaf-bare. Pipitkit had never seen or known anything of his father other than his name, and Lilyfur not once spoke of her former mate.

Pipitkit had been growing just as any average kit would, chasing his denmates' tails and feebly tackling them with small paws. He had, however, not been like most kits in his odd manner of muttering to himself as he played such games. Cats with hearing acute enough to catch on would hear Pipitkit noting to himself of estimations and self-plans to next hit his target. It was from there that Pipitkit had discovered his intelligence, though he has now lost his muttering habit to prevent the spilling of his tactics to others.

By the time Pipitkit had reached four moons of age, Lilyfur had shown progressive signs of interest in medicine and herbs. It was a moon later, after much pleading and persuasion, that she was uneasily accepted by the medicine cat to become the medicine cat apprentice. Lilyfur had indeed shown phenomenal speeds of learning, absorbing every bit of information and every treatment that was taught to her. She showed promising signs of becoming a successful medicine cat.

It was the day that Pipitkit had become Pipitpaw that she was found alone and dead in a clearing stinking of fox.

Although his mother and he had been very close, Pipitpaw never speaks of his deceased parents, but is not particularly bothered by the topic. When he does tell stories of Lilyfur, though, it is with pure pride, without a trace of sorrow. This apprentice seeks to use the intellect inherited from his mother for the good of the clan, though he does not show interest in following her pawsteps as a medicine cat. Pipitpaw understands that he will never become the best warrior in the clan, nor does he particularly aim to be, but he likes to reassure himself that although his physical body isn't strong, as long as his strategic mentality is stronger than the other's he will put up a great fight to scar himself into their memories.

[Luscinia]

✖ C O A L S T A R ✖
❝If I catch it coming back my way, I'm gonna serve it to you...❞

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Coalkit Coalpaw Coalblaze Coalstar

Tom-cat

Thirty moons

Leader of Pineclan

Nine lives left [Recently made leader]

Apprentice TBA

Romantic interest TBA
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Coalstar has his ups and downs, like every other cat. First off, he has shown no fondness of these unknown newcomers in his ancestors' territory. Towards their presence he's been hostile, strict, blunt, and ruthless, with little tolerance to their excuses about them being on Pineclan territory. While he flaunts around this behavior to the new clan, he's not very interested in sending his clanmates into a war, yet it's an idea that's there. At the same time, he sees that he hasn't known this mysterious clan long enough to determine their true behaviors, and is open to the possibility of becoming allies with them sometime in the future. If they follow his clear requests, that is.

Within the safety of his own clan, he's a completely different cat. He shows wisdom, kindness, and a fatherly nature towards all apprentices and kits. In his mind, his clan is his entire family, and this family he wants to protect to the end of all of his lives. He fears war, famine, and disease, and when a clan member is lost, he takes the hit hard. Some complain he worries about the queens, kits, and elders too much, others appreciate this somewhat hover-y nature. However, he still withholds a sort of proud nature, and hates to mess up anything he does.

Cinderfang - Brother. Gave him the life of "strength."

Nightheart - Mother. Gave him the life of "fair judgement."

Spiderleap - Father. Gave him the life of "tireless energy."

Hollythorn - Sister. Gave him the life of "loyalty."

Mousepaw - Former apprentice. Gave him the life of "mentoring."

Addereye - Mentor. Gave him the life of "persistence."

Ivytail - Best friend. Gave him the life of "love."

Harepaw - Childhood friend. Gave him the life of "alertness."

Featherstar - Former leader. Gave him the life of "hope."

Coalstar was born on a stormy day, to a new, young couple named Nightheart and Spiderleap. There were three kits born in the litter- Cinderkit [the largest], Hollykit [the loudest], and Coalkit [the runt]. The beginning of his life was fun and simple, the typical mischief and play of kits. His family life was happy and peaceful, with a good mother, an attentive father, and two friendly siblings. The trio became apprentices side-by-side at six moons. The three became separated as they found their own separate friend group. Coalpaw in specific befriended a skittish dusty brown tom named Harepaw and a feisty grey tabby she-cat named Ivypaw.

They hit it off immediately, and got into all sorts of trouble as they grew up. Though Harepaw never survived to become a warrior, as he was killed by a fox after it ambushed a hunting patrol. A moon after the terrible attack, Ivypaw was named Ivytail, and two moons after she was made a warrior, Coalpaw was named Coalblaze. His mother died around this time after a complication in kitting her second litter. His sister, apprentice, and father were killed in a small outburst of greencough that only effected a few cats, and Ivytail drowned after accidentally falling into the water.

After this series of deaths, he pushed himself harder and worked his way up to the role of a young deputy to the elderly leader, Featherstar. She passed away just a moon after he became deputy, forcing him into the rank of leader at a young age. He struggled in the beginning with the burden of leadership, but as time passed, he took the job in with grace.

A tall, long-bodied tom-cat with a slender frame. He has thin, sleek jet black fur and stunning eyes, that look like the color of gold.

Strengths: Coalstar is highly agile and very swift on his feet. He's able to climb very easily and bares a great ability of balancing, so most of his tactics in battle consist of ambushes. He's quick-thinking, and very persistent in a fight.

Weaknesses: He's terrible at swimming and fishing, as he hasn't had much exposure to water culture. Fighting head-on, with such a light build, is always dangerous for him. While he can hunt as well as any other cat, he doesn't have enough patience to hunt for too long. His tracking skills need some work as well.

[canada]

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name coldgaze
gender tom
age twenty three moons
rank deputy of pineclan
1st impression ruthless
mainly vain and vengeful

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height 9.8 inches
weight twenty-three pounds
fur pitch black
eyes speckled golden
body large, strong
full body click
overall rather tall in compariso
n to many other wolves. he has t
he black fur & golden eyes of his dad.

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pos. brave, courageous,
determined, intelligent, powerful, tough
neg. untrusting, rude, de
ceitful, ruthless, vengeful, vain, sneaky
habits holding grudges
romantic interest none currently
significant other he isn't afraid to strike someone down

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ｄｅａｔｈ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｈａｎｄ
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coldgaze - his name says
it all. this tom is very
deceitful and ruthless.
if anyone ever says he
-llo, coldgaze will be
rude. its just in his b
-loodline. he isn't afr
-aid of death or killi
-ng, so he'll make snap
decisions, even if it
costs him his life. co
-ldgaze is rather intim
-dating, as others have
said, and if you get on
this tom's temper, it
would probably be best
to get your tail out of
there. its better to stay
away from coldgaze.
he's a ticking timebomb.

[Luscinia]

♟ M O U S E N O S E ♟
❝Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight!❞

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Mouse Mousenose

Molly/She-cat

Thirty-five moons

Queen of Lostclan

Pregnant

No romantic interest atm
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Morningkit | Female | Largest | Open for writer
Berrykit | Female | 2nd born | dove;
Wheatkit | Male | Runt | darksideInvader

Mousenose is well-known in Lostclan for being one of the most persistently skittish cats in the entire clan. If you try to talk to her, or she hears any slight noise, she gives a noticeable jump. She's always fearfully inspecting her current surroundings to make sure nothing dangerous comes her way, and when highly afraid, she will run as fast as she can [which usually results in her falling] or climb up the nearest tree. Nightmares occur constantly in Mousenose's nights, which occasionally awakens her light-sleeping clanmates. Once her kits are born, she will be a mother with a habit of hovering over her children. She will be overprotective and very fussy over them.

Mousenose was the runt of a litter of four, and with the conditions of her home, it was a shock she even survived. She lived in the wet, filth and disease-ridden alleyways of the city, her shelter under a trash bin. She often avoided the rough games of her siblings when she could, but sometimes it never ended up going her way [ex; the missing tip of her ear]. She left her family to survive on her own at six moons, dodging packs of rats and dogs, and avoiding any human contact. She'd steal leftovers humans left behind in their cans, and eventually shared a territory with an 'alpha'-type tom.

This tom's name was Dusty, he was a notorious and aggressive tom-cat who allowed she-cats into his large patch of territory. He briefly became mates with Mouse, but as most stray cat's relationships go, they didn't last for long. He left her pregnant with their kits, and with supplies dwindling, she was driven out of his territory. She was discovered by a slow-growing group of cats formerly in bad situations like her, and eagerly became apart of this newly named "Lostclan." She's somewhat close to giving birth to her litter of kits.

A small golden-brown she-cat with a few darker brown stripes, and large, round, bright yellow eyes. The tip of her left ear is missing.

Strengths: Mousenose has very few of these, but she is great at tracking and hunting. She also bares great climbing skills, can think quickly in tight situations, and is constantly aware of her surroundings.

Weaknesses: Mousenose cannot fight to save her life, nor can she swim or fish. She is actually very clumsy, so she isn't at all agile or quick on her feet. Sometimes, she gets so scared to the point where she can't think properly.

[luxray;]

{ I could play Wheatkit once he's born, Lioncourt c: }}

Ｎａｍｅ: Bearclaw
Ａｇｅ: 22 moons
Ｒａｎｋ: Deputy of Lostclan
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: Tom
Ａｃｃｅｎｔ: None
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: Bearclaw is very friendly and extroverted. He makes friends easily and is generally very likable. However, despise his soft exterior, he is very strong, and can think his way out of a bad situation quickly. He is extremely loyal to his friends and family.
Ｔｒａｉｔｓ: His quick thinking and strength
Ｓｅ x ｕａｌｉｔｙ: Bisexual
Ｃｒｕｓｈ: Open
Ｍａｔｅ: Not yet
Ｏｆｆｓｐｒｉｎｇ: Nope
Ｍｏｔｈｅｒ: Frost
Ｆａｔｈｅｒ: Unknown Rogue
Ｓｉｓｔｅｒ: None
Ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ: None
Ｃｏｕｓｉｎ: None
Ａｕｎｔｓ: Blackrose
Ｕｎｃｌｅｓ: None
O t h e r : All family is deceased.
Ｐａｓｔ: Grew up in the clan. Lost his mother and father in a brutal fox attack when he was very young.

[aurora.]

All accepted. @Lioncourt, could I play Berrykit?