-- character storage

[clarke,]

❝ I belong to no one. ❞
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
» Briarpaw «
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Calling: Briarpaw
Future callings: Briarfern
Name meaning + Persona:
Briar; Protective, independent
Fern; Quirky, kind
Sex: Dame
Dotage: 10 moons
Rank: Apprentice ; RippleClan
Romantics: None[Right now]
Kin: Sageflower {M}, {Deceased} Echospring {F} {Deceased}
Aroma: Fresh catmint

────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

History: Born to her mother Sageflower and her father Echospring, Briarkit was very withdrawn. She preferred to do things on her own, without being taught or told how to. She loved her kin, but hated being 'tamed'. After becoming an apprentice, she found it hard to focus and learn; she was concentrated on getting told what to do. In and out of trouble, a typhoon eventually destroyed her home and killed her parents, creating a great rift in Briarpaw's heart. She was finally broken.

[clarke,]

❝ I was born in captivity,
but I'm the least humane between us. ❞
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
» Sage «
───────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Calling: Sage
Breed: Dire Wolf
Sex: Dame
Dotage: 6 years
Persona:
Dominant, detached, aloof
demeaning, hardened, sequestered.
Rank: None yet.
Romantics:
Kin:Unknown.
Aroma: Fresh sage.
Adornment: Collar

────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

History: Born to her a heartless and nameless mother, and a dead and nameless father, Sage was very withdrawn. Her father had been killed by human hunters, but her mother as a dire-wolf intrigued them. Her mother gave birth in captivity, but refused to acknowledge her pup, even to the day that the humans took her away from her kin. Humans teased her and infuriated her, poked her, prodded her. Tortured her with their sticks and endless taunts. Unsure why she was different, she forced herself to converge to their will, fighting for their riches, before she lashed out on her handler and returned to the wild.

[clarke,]

❝ "Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly
than suffering that is apparently bearable; the latter goes on for years and,
without our noticing, eats away at our souls, until, one day,
we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness
and it stays with us for the rest of our lives." ❞


──────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Calling: Amra
Breed: African Lioness
Sex: Dame
Dotage: 5 years
Persona:
Dominant, detached, aloof
demeaning, hardened, sequestered.
Pride: Okavango
Romantics: bisexual
Kin:Demeter {Mother}, Gar {Father} Lehana {Sister}
Aroma: Fresh sage.

──────────────────────────────────────────────────────

History: Amra finds herself hardened by her sorrowful existence; discouraged by the loss of both her parents, and then, the loss of her pride. Unable to find her way, Amra betrayed her Queen and sided with the aggressive Okavango brothers; she blamed the Queen for allowing the brothers to kill Sun, her tiny she-cat; the only one in her litter of four that survived. The she-cub had barely begun to live, before her life was taken from her. Amra, masked with confusion and guilt, refused to fight and stepped down, making her a new member of the Okavango pride.

[clarke,]

❝ Fire is fierce,
but it is the storm that prevails. ❞
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

───────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Calling: Silverstorm
Past Callings: Silverkit, Silverpaw
Name meaning + Persona:
Silver; Collected, silver-furred
Storm; Skilled, brave
Sex: Male
Dotage: 30 moons
Rank: Warrior ; BoltClan
Romantics: Open
Kin: Willowshine {M} Deceased
Duskfall {F} Deceased
Cherryfall {S} Deceased
Aroma: Salty air

History: The small tom opened his orbs for the very first time. "Oh, look! Silverkit has opened his eyes!" Came a familiar voice. It must be Cherrykit, his littermate. He peered around, stumbling out of the soft moss. He turned around and a beautiful femora observed him, pleasure assaulting her stunning blue orbs. Silverkit's tiny head tilted, his ears looking abnormally large on his small crown."Are you my mother, Willowshine?" He squeaked, climbing back into the moss nest, curling up in his mother's tassel. "I am, my son. Welcome to Boltclan."

"Silverkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Silverpaw. Your mentor will be Runningshade. I know that Runningshade will pass down all he knows on to you." [i]Pride surged though Silverpaw's chest as he touched noses with his new mentor, while he silently promised to himself he would always protect his clan and do Starclan's will.

Silverpaw's pads ached by the time he had finished exploring their territory. There were so many scents and smells, and when it was time to rest, he found his paws carrying him to the nursery, where he desperately wanted to curl up in his mother's, long blue fur. Cherrypaw, his littermate who had become an apprentice as well, stepped in front of him and herded him towards the apprentice den; he had forgotten. Together, the red-brown apprentice and Silverpaw made two make-shift nests away from the other apprentices and fell asleep.

"Do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even at the cost of your life?" Cherrypaw looked like she was about ready to burst with pride; as she nodded her head and said, "I do." as loudly as she could. "Then from this day forward you shall be known as Cherryfall." Silverstorm greeted his sister, rubbing his head against her, thought grief sparked in both of the new warrior's eyes; Cherryfall had been named after their father, Duskfall, who had died defending the camp from a badger attack. And his mother, too, had not lived to cherish this moment with her two kits. She had slipped and fallen into a gorge, and since, no patrols dared to walk in that territory. "Silverstorm! Cherryfall!"
But, Silverstorm felt his parent's presence as he puffed out his chest, tilted his muzzle to the sky and promised loyalty to himself, his clan, and his clan-mates.

[clarke,]

❝ Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply gives you courage. ❞
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

───────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Calling: Snowbrook
Past callings: Snowkit, Snowpaw
Name meaning + Persona:
Snow; Intelligent, appearance of snow
Brooke; Kind, skilled
Sex: Dame
Dotage: 40 moons
Rank: Warrior ; Mistclan
Romantics: Bisexual
Kin: Whiteflower {M}, {Deceased} Owleyes {F} {Deceased}
Aroma: Flowery; chervil

────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

History: Will be written-

[clarke,]

❝ I will never believe them over you.
But how can I ignore the truth? ❞
────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

───────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Calling: Poppydawn
Past callings:Poppykit, Poppypaw
Name meaning + Persona:
Poppy; Calm, kind
Dawn Gentle, different
Sex: Dame
Dotage: 38 moons
Rank: Queen ; StarClan
Romantics: Adderstrike {Mate}
Kin: Spottedfern {M}, {Deceased} Longpelt {F} {Deceased}
Adderpaw {D}
Aroma: Cool night; snow

────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

History: Poppydawn was less than respected in her clan; she had mated with Adderstrike, who later was deemed as a murderer and traitor. She gave birth to a single kit, Adderkit, who she named after her father. The clan refused to reveal to Adderkit the history of her tainted birth; and Poppydawn perished during kit-birth, forever silenced from her kit who chose not to surmise StarClan or her ancestors. The queen forever watches over her kit, her heart aching as she gives way to the Dark Forest, and she watches her mate in the Dark Forest, who she couldn't save either.

[clarke,]

┌────────────────┐
blueblaze || remedial vegetation || 40 moons
└────────────────┘

don't go aroundｆｉｒｅ and expect not to get ｂｕｒｎｅｄ

┌───────────────────────────────┐

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│

'

ｉ ａｍ ａｆｉｒｅ，



ｉ ａｍ ａ ｂｌａｚｅ，

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
└───────────────────────────────┘

x
x
x
xx
ｂａｓｉｃｓ...-
Calling: Blueblaze
Past callings: Bluekit, Bluepaw
Name meaning + Persona:
Blue; Blue-furred
Blaze; Bold, loyal
Sex: Dame
Dotage: 30 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat ; TideClan
Romantics: Forbidden
Kin: Owleyes{M}, {Deceased} Grayfur {F} {Deceased}
Aroma: Herbs; fresh chervil
xx

xx
x
x
x
x
ｈｅｒ..-
- like a fire you will blaze through the forest
- follow your destiny, blueblaze. there is no other one for you.
ｄｅｅｐｅｒ..-
the she-cat is a dull blue color with abnormally large pale
yellow orbs; she has a lithe frame and is rather diminutive
in size. the dame has razor-edged claws and badger length incisors;
ｅｖｅｎ ｄｅｅｐｅｒ..-
equipped with warrior like resources, she first trained as one.
it surprised everyone when blueblaze chose the path of a medicine cat.
blueblaze lives by a strict code, one that she never
asked for or wanted. it was starclan's calling that wished for her
to be a medicine cat, and the feline had no choice but
to obey her ancestors. the medicine cat often regrets the life of,
but she refuses to show her clan her more vulnerable side.
she spends her time sorting and collecting herbs,as well as
experimenting ; creating for herself an odd facade in the
orbs of her clan-mates. blueblaze often dreams of life outside
of the medicine cat den; without her pelage littered with herbs.
ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｌｏｖｅ？-
blueblaze is forbidden from having a mate and from
having kits. she is a dreamer, and her mind wanders,
but she would never betray the medicine cat code.

[clarke,]

▲ y o u c a n c l a w h e r a n d w o u n d h e r a n d k i l l h e r
▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲

▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲▲▼▲
▲b u t y o u c a n t e v e r k i l l h e r s p i r i t

┌────────────┐

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│

ｂａｓｉｃｓ...
calling: bramblepaw
past callings/future:
bramblekit, bramblebriar
name meaning + Persona:
bramble; determined, loyal
thorn; irritable, hardworking
sex: a small molly cat
dotage: 10 moons
rank: apprentice; jungleclan
romantics: open
scars: permanently twisted
front paw from birth
+ polydactyl in fore paws
aroma: late rain
─────────────────────
I M
S U C H
A
M E S S!!

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
└────────────┘

ｄｅｅｐｅｒ..-
named after her bramble-colored appearance and her thorny attitude,
the apprentice was difficult from the start. she refused to be second-best.
she refused to take orders, refused to follow the warrior code. bramblekit
snuck out of camp twice; i. was almost eaten by a fox + ii. was almost
taken by a twoleg. still, her incidents did not serve enough of a lesson
to the young feline. when apprenticed, she disregarded the teachings
of her mentor. she was caught creating a budding romance with a feline
from tideclan {open to play}. most of the cats in jungleclan believe her
to be so difficult because she lost of her parents before she opened her
eyes- her mother to kit-birth, she was too young and bramblepaw's front
paw was permanently twisted, due to lack of development in the womb
but she manages just fine and; bramblepaw resists affection and lashes
out when others try to help her. she's constantly in a sour-mood and refuses
to be tamed, supported, or sympathized by any of her clan-mates...

ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ＇ｔ ｋｅｅｐ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────────
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxｗｈａｔ＇ｓ ｎｏｔ ｙｏｕｒｓ

━━ ❝ W H A T Ａ ＮＩＧＨＴＭＡＲＥ ！

[clarke,]

▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█
▌█

┌────────────┐

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│

ｂａｓｉｃｓ...
calling: sunkit
future callings:
sunpaw, sunflame
name meaning + persona:
sun; bright-furred, outgoing
flame; wise, reserved
sex: tom cat
dotage: unborn
rank: kit; jungleclan
romantics: closed
scars: none yet
aroma: thyme
─────────────────────
I M
B R I G H T E R
T H A N
T H E
S U N!!

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
└────────────┘

━━ ❝ DONT STARE TOO LONG ！

ＴＨＥ ＣＯＲＥ．．．
sunkit is a particular jubilant young soul;
being a social butterfly, he strived to be
like the others in jungleclan. however, he
felt a different calling: he loved the art of
remedies. he enjoyed learning about herbs
and spent a lot of time in the medicine den
with sparrowsong, always getting under her
paws with the eager ability to learn more.

[clarke,]

xxx

┌────────────┐

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│

ｂａｓｉｃｓ...
calling: Ziyad
meaning: to become greater
sex: Brute
dotage: 4 years
rank: None
romantics: open
scars: deep scar along flank
aroma: Musky
─────────────────────
I
W I L L
G I V E
Y O U
A L L
M Y
L O V E!!

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
└────────────┘

xxx
x
‹ Ziyad is a gentle + inclusive young painted dog;
his eyes are almost always soft and he rarely exposes
his teeth other than a dainty yawn. He desires to have
pups of his own and start his own pack.