ℓαи∂мαяк || ℓιтєяαтє/ιиνιтє σиℓу

[carrie dee.]

c o u r a g e o u s ➸ f i r e y ➸ i n d e p e n d a n t

{ lets get to know each other }

name ; Bluepaw
gender ; She-Cat
warrior name ; Blueshine
rank ; Apprentice, but she's nearly a warrior. Only a moon left to go!
wanted rank ; Warrior, of course.

{ on the outside }

overall description ; Bluepaw is a spitting image of her mother. They share the same blue coloring, the same sleek coat. . . Everything. She's pretty. Not like her other clan-mates, such as Ashflight, Robindance or Whitetide who all share a similar femanine quality to them, but in more of a diluted, simple way. It's often overlooked, but it's there. The she-cat's pelt is blueish-silver striped with darker grey and black stripes, her underbelly, muzzle, tail-tip and chest white. Your typical tabby, if you will. This little miss has very noticable eyes. They're larger then usual; it's quite pretty, really. Unlike her fur, Bluepaw's eyes are simiar to her grandfather's. They share the same light blue coloring and both are very expressive. At the moment, Bluepaw is rather small. Already she's maturing into a slim, streamlined she-cat, but there's still a hint of softness present in her features. Her muscles lean and limber, her paws small; her claws are still pretty sharp, so she'll be a nice hunter. It's true; she won't be too big. In fact, she will probably be one of the smallest warriors in the clan. Her mother was small, though, so it was to be expected.
pelt color ; The easiest way to describe this she-cat's pelt is blue. Simple enough, right?
eye color ; Bluepaw's eyes are green, just like her father's.
scars/ markings ; None~
length ; Medium, leaning toward the short side.
width ; She's always going to be small.

{ digging deeper }

crush ; Owlflight, though she'd rather die then tell him.
mate ; She's an apprentice; no.
kits ; None~
kin ; Stormchaser is her father, and Robindance is her cousin.
personality ; WIP
other ; None~

i n t e l l i g e n t ➸ r e s i l l i a n t ➸ i r i d e s c e n t

{ lets get to know each other }

name ; Robindance
gender ; She-Cat
warrior name ; . . .Robindance?
rank ; Warrior
wanted rank ; Truthfully she'd love to be the deputy, but she's content with being a warrior as well.

{ on the outside }

overall description ; Robindance is lovely. She holds a certain grace to her; nothing childish, that's for sure. Her pelt is intriguing, being made up of different shades of grey. Silver, smoke, rain cloud, black, dark. . . All tones are present somewhere or another. Her fur is long and flows around the she-cat like a cloud, her tail a great plume of silver. Robindance's eyes are something. They're large, the color of a foggy morning. They are the same color as her mother's had been. The she-cat is rather stocky in size, with strong shoulders and sturdy legs. She'd never been one for hunting; no, she's better in combat, though she'd never fancied it much. Another unusual trait the she-cat holds are long, graceful whiskers.
pelt color ; Mixed shades of grey, mostly.
eye color ; Robindance has soft, foggy grey eyes.
scars/ markings ; Small ones here and there, but none big enough to notice.
length ; She's long.
width ; Robindance is on the stockier, wider side.

{ digging deeper }

crush ; None~
mate ; None~
kits ; None~
kin ; Stormchaser is this she-cat's uncle, and Bluepaw is her cousin.
personality ; WIP
other ; None~

g e n t l e ➸ l e v e l - h e a d e d ➸ b r a v e

{ lets get to know each other }

name ; Stormchaser
gender ; Tom
warrior name ; Stormchaser, obviously.
rank ; Warrior
wanted rank ; Stormchaser is happy with being a warrior.

{ on the outside }

overall description ; {very descriptive!}
pelt color ;
eye color ;
scars/ markings ; {optional}
length ; {long, short}
width ; {wide, small}

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crush ;
mate ;
kits ;
kin ;
personality ; {descriptive!}
other ;

c u n n i n g ➸ s o f t - s p o k e n ➸ s a r c a s t i c

{ lets get to know each other }

name ; Fadingpath
gender ; Tom
warrior name ; "Fadingpath, obviously. Are you daft?"
rank ; Warrior
wanted rank ; Warrior; nothing more, nothing less.

{ on the outside }

overall description ; {very descriptive!}
pelt color ;
eye color ;
scars/ markings ; {optional}
length ; {long, short}
width ; {wide, small}

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crush ;
mate ;
kits ;
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personality ; {descriptive!}
other ;

g r o u c h y ➸ t e a s i n g ➸ l o v a b l e

{ lets get to know each other }

name ; Ridgeberry
gender ; She-Cat
warrior name ; Ridgeberry
rank ; Elder
wanted rank ; StarClan member; she doesn't feel like living with all these youngin's anymore.

{ on the outside }

overall description ; {very descriptive!}
pelt color ;
eye color ;
scars/ markings ; {optional}
length ; {long, short}
width ; {wide, small}

{ digging deeper }

crush ;
mate ;
kits ;
kin ;
personality ; {descriptive!}
other ;

[viva la vida;]

{{ infinity, you have to earn deputy. xD

Can you reserve Lark [ apprentice ], Sky [ apprentice ], Rain [ warrior ], and Stone [ warrior] ?

[indefinite.]

{{I will reserve both of your cat's names.

Frost, Finn is a dear friend of mine on CS XD Whatever she wants, she gets. Also, leader is open if anyone wants it.}}

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

{lets get to know each other}
name ;
Jayscar

gender ;
Tom

warrior name ;
Jayscar

rank ;
Elder

wanted rank ;
"Warrior. Doesn't every one want to be young again?"

{on the outside}
overall description ;
For an elder, Jayscar's pretty healthy and fit. He refuses to let anyone bring prey to him, and always goes out to hunt on his own. His fur was once a medium-dark tabby, with a broad head and shoulders, and massive paws. Now, age has taken it's toll, and his fur has grown lighter, more gray, and he has shrunken a little. He is still massive though, and you can see the muscles ripple under his dusky pelt. Jayscar's paws are still huge, but his blows have softened with time. Now he is missing a chunk of one ear, leaving a 'V' shape in it, one toe on his left forepaw, and a nick of his tail all from fights he's had. Jayscar has dusky yellow eyes, and is partially deft in one ear, but his eyesight is still good, as is his other ear.

pelt color ;
Dusky brown with darker stripes

eye color ;
Darker yellow

scars/ markings ;
Along his ear, missing a toe, and a nick in his tail.
He also is half deft in one ear.

length ;
Long. As said before, even though he's old, he's still massive.

width ;
Broad.

{digging deeper}
crush ;
"Gah, I'm too old for that."

mate ;
"Been there, done that, can't remember."
kits ;
"Done."

kin ;
"I'm the last."

personality ;
Jayscar is pretty much the grumpy old man you expect him to be. He hates being woken up from his naps, being hunted for, doted on or being dependant on other cats. He's wise and experianced, likes to talk, scratch that, LOVES to talk, ramble on about what a great warrior he was when he was younger. He is a bit vain, but mildly cheerful and free-of-pain like other elders that he lives with. Sometimes, he'll go on patrol, but usually he's denied.

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ;
Ripplepaw

gender ;
She-cat

warrior name ;
Ripplesky

rank ;
Warrior Apprentice

wanted rank ;
"Warrior, duh!"

{on the outside}
overall description ;
A slim, medium-furred, skinny-butted, wide-eyed girl, Ripplepaw is definatly somewhat of a looker. She's constantly got an "I know it all" look on her face, which makes the other apprentices a bit POed. Her tail is fluffy and rather rotund, and she has a dainty head and paws. Her whiskers are quite long, and this bothers her to no end. Rippplepaw has bright, silvery eyes that are round as saucers, and always gleam when she's got another one of her plans. Her paw pads are a grey, like the rest of her fur, but one toe is white for some reason. She was born like that.

Ripplepaw has semi-long, silky fur that is very downy and soft. She's proud to have such thick fur, though it's a burden during the summer months, when it's warmer outside. She has long claws, a pretty face, and a soft voice that flows like a river, hence the name 'Ripple'. She has a white chest and belly, extending down to her tail. Ripplepaw has dark grey- some are black- tabby stripes snaking along her skinny body.

pelt color ;
Gray, white and some black"

eye color ;
Grey

scars/ markings ;
Only one white toe

length ;
Rather short

width ;
Skinny

{digging deeper}
crush ;
"No one, yet."

mate ;
"I don't even have a crush!"

kits ;
"This is the stupidest question I've ever been asked."

kin ;
"Only my stupid brother, Elkstorm. But he's from another litter, and stupid, so he doesn't count."

personality ;
Ripplepaw is in that 'moody teen' phase of her life. She's sarcastic, kind of rude, sassy, snappy, and she's got swagg. Lots of it, too. She's in the popular crowd, always in the center of attention. She's funny, in a sarcastic way, and Ripplepaw's a little fierce lot fierce, which she thinks will make her a better warrior. She doesn't have the kit's dream, "Oh, I'm going to be the best warrior this forest has ever seen!" thingo, but she strives to do her best. She's determined, witty, strong, hard-headed, and brave. Sometimes she lets action take control, and usually regrets it later, because she gets in trouble.

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ;
Russetflight

gender ;
She-Cat

warrior name ;
Russetflight

rank ;
Warrior

wanted rank ;
Deputy

{on the outside}
overall description ;
A large, broad headded she-cat, Russetflight is definatly not one to be messed with. She has long, sharp claws, a thick, silky orange pelt, and piercing ivory fangs. She has long legs, which are striped all the way down to her thunderous paws and pink pads. Her tail is also long and ends with a tuft of fur missing at the inch on the end, as a result from a steel jawed trap. Her fur is mediumly thick, and hard to hold onto. Russetflight has deep amber eyes, and for some reason, all her whiskers are white. She has a little pink nose- in correspondance to her pink paw pads- that has very good scent, as her eyes have very good sight. Russetflight always sits up a tall as she can, no slouching, which makes her seem much larger, but no one is afraid of her except for enemy warriors, since her massive size sets them on edge, they believe only males can be that size. But, Russetflight is very friendly, so when you get close, you can see her slight smile, and hear her purring.

pelt color ;
Orange Tabby

eye color ;
Amber

scars/ markings ;
Missing some fur off her tail-tip

length ;
Rather long, really

width ;
She's a little chubby

{digging deeper}
crush ;
"I haven't seen anyone, yet.

mate ;
Not yet

kits ;
"I love kits, but alas, I don't have any."

kin ;
Nope, she has no kin in the entire clan.

personality ;
Spunky, spirited, wild and bouncy, you'd never expect something like that from an experianced warrior. But, Russetflight is funny, full of energy and spirit, and life. She's determined, fierce, protective, strong and majestic, especially for one who is so kind to others, doting on them like a mother with her first litter of kittens. She nuzzles just about everyone, including the grumpy Jayscar. He doesn't seem to mind it though, no one does because they love her. Russetflight plays with the kits, trains with the apprentices, goes on patrol all the time, and cleans up for the elders because she respects all of them. She's well known and well loved everywhere, and she's intelligent. She is especially good with planning abushes, they're her specialty.

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ;
Elkstorm

gender ;
Tom

warrior name ;
Elkstorm

rank ;
Warrior

wanted rank ;
"I'm happy where I am."

{on the outside}
overall description ;
Elkstorm is a long, skinny tom, with a soft, thin ginger pelt and glowing yellow eyes. He's not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but his heart is in the right place. He's got spunk, cheer, and is pleanty funny and sweet, so he's always got a smile on his face, no matter what else goes on. Elkstorm isn't the brightest, but he knows how to hunt. His smaller, lankier size helps him out and compensates for his light ginger coloration. His paw pads and nose are a light pink, and his eyes always seem to glow. Especially at night, when the moon is still down. Elkstorm is a pretty good fighter, he isn't the worst, but he's certainly not the best. His light size makes it hard for him to really bowl you over, but he has very long, sharp claws that he knows how to use.

pelt color ;
Ginger Striped

eye color ;
Glowing Yellow

scars/ markings ;
None

length ;
Long

width ;
Thin


{digging deeper}
crush ;
Sandwave

mate ;
Wants to have Sandwave

kits ;
--

kin ;
Ripplepaw

personality ;
Elkstorm is a pretty sweet guy. He's kind, compassionate, caring, plus he likes giving cats gifts; such as a piece of prey or maybe going on a walk together. Or perhaps, cleaning out the elders den just to be nice. Elkstorm is strong, just like his younger sister, Ripplepaw. He doesn't tease her about anything, in fact, he acts as if she doesn't exist! This annoys her to no one, and she often times trys to hurt him because of it. He just bundles her away like a bothersome kit. But, in all, he's got spunk, life, humor and is good around others, he thrives in a social environment. Most cats like him because he makes them feel welcome, but that's just the way Elkstorm lives his life.

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ;
Oneheart

gender ;
She-Cat

warrior name ;
Mossbelly

rank ;
Elder

wanted rank ;
"I'm to old and crippled to do anything else."


{on the outside}
overall description ;
Oneheart's most noticable feature is her one working eye, and her collar. Her collar comes from her kittypet home, where she had been before she came to the clan. It isn't grown into her neck because she hasn't grown since she arrived, so if anything, it's getting bigger. It doesn't have a bell or any jangling things, she clawed them off, so there are scratch marks on the soft leather. She is still rather pretty for an elder, since she hasn't let her body go to waste yet, because Oneheart is still pretty young. She lost an eye in a freak accident, and went deft in the same ear. Therefor, she couldn't serve as a warrior because if she was attacked on that side, death was very likely for her. Oneheart is a tabby she-cat with a white chin and chest, which extends down her plump belly. She's just chubby, not pregnant.. Her one remaining eye is stuning yellow. Se has 'burnt' skin color for her paw-pads and nose color, her nose is very sensative to scent, so she's much cleaner than Jayscar.

pelt color ;
Darker Tabby

eye color ;
Yellow

scars/ markings ;
Missing one eye

length ;
Short

width ;
Wide


{digging deeper}
crush ;
"I'm much to old for that drama, now aren't I?"

mate ;
"Never. My twolegs spayed me."

kits ;
"I can't have them."

kin ;
None

personality ;
Oneheart is a real sweetheart. Nice, kind, and full of love, she almost always has a smile planted on her face. She is nice to everyone, and has something kind to say to even the most despicable warrior, including NightClan. She can make even their terrible wrath seem like a small mistake. Oneheart isn't the most intelligent cat, but she's got love enough to make up for it. She's regretting her soft kittypet life, and if you ask, she'll tell you not to and hobble away. Oneheart is funny, caring, flightly and forgetful, so talking with her can be a chore because she has short-term memeory loss. But, all the same, she's loyal, loving to the kit, especially since she could never have her own, and the apprentices. She tells them stories about her life, mainly because she knows that they'll be impressed no matter what she says, while the warriors will just judge past instead of her present.


other ;
{Got this from a Bing, the description said the cat's name was Tess. (Or maybe it was Tessa, but you get it, right?) Funny, right?}

[viva la vida;]

{{ Then, my apoligize to both of you. xD I'm so sorry, I didn't know you all where so close. May I reserve med. cat apprentice? That is the only rank I need to reserve. xD

[saige.]

{Saving for Heron {Warrior} | Snake {Apprentice} | Mint {Queen} | Bee {Kit -Pretty much Apprentice-} :3 }

{lets get to know each other}
name ; "I go by Heronscar."
gender ; "Proud Tom. Why, do I look like a female? I hope not."
warrior name ; "Heronscar..I just said that."
rank ; "Warrior."
wanted rank ; "I'm happy where I am."

{on the outside}
overall description ; Though his leg scar hinders him slightly while running, it has just become a second-thought that never really occurs to him. Kinda like breathing, where you just do it without thinking, Heronscar can run with his awkward gait like it was a normal walk. His already long legs give him a longer stride anyways, so the lessened speed isn't all too much of a problem most days. Though when the weather is frigid, it tends to bother him more often than not and he can be found in the Medicine Cat's den getting treatment for it. Back on track, here, Heronscar is pretty tall for someone like him, his legs giving him the most boost.
As for his coloration, a light brown, which darkens to a darker shade, covers most of his body. It mottles together at some points, mainly because of the brindle-print tabby markings making it blend. Some stripes don't show up entirely, not at all on white sections, but they're usually definable. The colored parts curve around his eyes, highlighting the black rings that circle the leafy-green hues that make up his iris, along with a patch next to his nose.
The white sections are again easily to spot out, as they cover most of his face, along with pulling down his neck to create a collar, then finally dragging down his chest to stretch out across his body and down parts of his inner thighs.
pelt color ; Mottled brown-black with white patches.
eye color ; Leaf green
scars/ markings ; One long scar lies across his left thigh, earned as an Apprentice and reason for Warrior name | Tabby markings
length ; Long
width ; Average

{digging deeper}
crush ; "No one has caught my eye yet."
mate ; "Er, don't I actually need to like someone first?"
kits ; "Do I need to repeat myself?"
kin ; "None that are still around." {Tinyleaf -Mother|Deceased-, Woodfang -Father|Deceased-, Rockpaw -Brother|Deceased-}
personality ; Leaning towards the awkward side, Heronscar isn't the most nobel of cats. He always finds himself saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, or just saying something completely irrelevant and making it awkward for pretty much everyone who's within earshot. Not that he means to be, that's just how he is. Know something strange though? He wasn't like this before he got his scar.
His weird mannerisms may connect to when he got his scar after scraping it against a pointed stone, which lead to the constant stares he got from others. Perhaps that's the case, but that could just be something etched into Heronscar's mind that causes this.
Anyways. Heronscar can be a good guy, despite the intimidating suffix he's given that says otherwise. He'll try and use his awkwardness to get a good laugh from others when they're feeling down, and it tends to work, depending on the cat. So his awkward situation is a good thing, and a bad.

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ; "The name's Snakepaw, don't forget it, babe."
gender ; "Do I even need to answer?" /Tom/
warrior name ; "Something to highlight my strength like Snakefang or something." /Snakejaw/
rank ; "I guess the -paw part didn't give it away; I'm an Apprentice."
wanted rank ; "I'd honestly rather be a Medicine Cat, but that would make me weak." /Warrior/

{on the outside}
overall description ; The color of stone starts the pallet of his design. It's a light hue, darkening in regions where markings are present. Dips of white blend in on sections of his muzzle and forearms, along with fading in and out through various parts on his pelt. Honestly, there isn't much to the pigmentation that forms upon his fur, hence, there isn't much to say. Snakepaw is born with the marble-tabby markings, which means the jet-black comes and goes, fading up and down his body in a swirling motion. It can be compared sort of like a whirlpool in the water, with the darkness and contrast varying in certain lights and many other factors.
Structurally larger, Snakepaw is longer in length, along with a big wider muscle-wise. He can come off as intimidating with this look, which indeed he can be at times, but it's easy to get over after you've seen him for a while. Broad paws and sharp claws are nothing compared to the strength of his bite, though. Snakepaw has a strong jaw, along with good latching teeth needed to kill prey quick and do some damage to attackers. One of his favorite things to brag about, so you'll hear it often.
A last key phenotype that shows up on his person would be his deep, piercing amber eyes. Some say they're a cold flame, but that's just adding on to the snake-like characteristics from which this Tom is named for.
pelt color ; Shades of gray with black
eye color ; Amber
scars/ markings ; Scar across lower jaw to chin | marble-tabby markings
length ; Average-long
width ; Average-wide

{digging deeper}
crush ; "Uh, I'd rather not get into this."
mate ; "..."
kits ; "...Excuse me?"
kin ; "None, now are we done?" {Tanglefeather -Mother|Deceased-, Addereye -Father|Deceased-, Thornstem -Brother|Deceased-}
personality ; Flashy. A key word to describing this Tomcat. Snakepaw likes to pride himself in his accomplishments, whether it be catching a big piece of prey or taking down another Apprentice while training, he'll enjoy every moment of it. A bit sadistic, but that's Snakepaw for you. He'll tend to brag for longer than really asked for, and in certain situations, he'll bring up a past accomplishment to rub it in someone's face. Even if it was a while ago, it'll still make him swell with pride.
Snakepaw can also be a bit arrogant, with a touch of sarcasm to boot. Not exactly the most desirable to be around, but something about him just makes you want to talk to him. Perhaps it's his talent to tell stories to others. Oddly enough, they're not about him most of the time. Even if Snakepaw can be a real jerk at times, not when it comes to story-telling. It's just something about the way he tells them makes you always want to listen, and ask to hear more. Weird right?
Sympathy isn't really a word in his vocabulary. If you're down and hurt, Snakepaw could either make you feel worse, or just ignore you; whichever choice seems best to him at that moment in time.
If you could dig down into his thoughts, you'd find a curious trait that this Tom carries with him; he loves medicine. Snakepaw has even admitted to himself that he'd rather be a Medicine Cat, but he never wanted to show that weakness, so he never asked for it. One of the main reasons behind his snarky personality would be to conceal his true desires.

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ; "I'm Mintflurry! Glad to meet you."
gender ; "Well I don't think Toms can have kits, silly." /She-cat/
warrior name ; "Oh maybe you didn't hear me before. I'm Mintflurry."
rank ; "Well, I just had a kit a couple moons ago so Queen."
wanted rank ; "I honestly don't like being a Warrior, I'm no good at it. I'd rather stay a Queen and help out around camp."

{on the outside}
overall description ; Although small in size, what she lacks in structure she makes up for in long fur. Soft, like her personality, Mintflurry's feathery pelt is long and spotless, free of all parasites and dirt that could be found upon her body. Pretty basic in design, though looking a bit more like her father coloration wise, the she-cat is fairly easy to describe in a whole. Like her sister, a snowy-white base marks the start of what pigments make up Mintflurry. Branching up from atop her eyes and spreading like the wings of a bird, a dusty brown appears to beautifully begin the somewhat half-mask that reaches up and paints her ears in the same earthy hue. From there, it all falls back to a long blanket that reaches from neck to feathery tail. Two lone black spots rest upon her rounded head, just between and back from where her triangular ears are placed.
The final touch, which wasn't intentionally the reason for her name, Mintflurry is also given the trait of green eyes. Not exactly as livid as her sister's, but the neutral feel of the dull, breath-taking mint-green makes it fit in with her appearance.
pelt color ; A snowy white, blanketed with an ashy oak which stretches from the top of her eyes, down her back to the tip of her tail.
eye color ; Mint green.
scars/ markings ; No scars | Abyssinian-like markings
length ; Average
width ; Small

{digging deeper}
crush ; "Well, the past is the past. Maybe I can find someone else."
mate ; "I had a mate, his name was Palesun, though he left me moons ago."
kits ; "I just have Beekit. I'm sad she didn't have any siblings to play with."
kin ; "Well you can count my daughter." Speckledbird -Mother|Deceased-, Sedgestone -Father|Deceased-, Squirrelfern -Sister|Deceased-
personality ; If you were to think about the definition of "hopeless romantic", Mintflurry would be it. Plush like her fur, this small she-cat wouldn't hurt a fly, really. With that fact known, most others know that she has pretty bad fighting skills, and she's a mere decent hunter; not good enough to be recognized in needed talents such as this in any form of exemplary. Though, Mintflurry pushes it off and continues doing what she can at her own pace and in her own way. Though she can be a bit of a follower, it doesn't mean she'll do anything someone asks, unless it's her sister asking her a favor.
Mintflurry loves to surround herself with friends, which she considers most of the Clan as such. She doesn't quarrel much, if not at all, with others and would much rather keep her paws clean of such. In a way, she's a close opposite to Squirrelfern. Girly, is another adjective that comes to mind when thinking about Mintflurry. Her lush fur is usually clean and smooth, a speck of dirt doesn't last long on this she-cat's body. If she were to get her paws, or any other part of her body dirty or wet, in any way, she'll lick it off furiously and swiftly in order to be clean again. A neat-freak? Pretty much, but at least she looks good.

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ; "Just Beekit."
gender ; "Uh she-cat? That's what it's called. Or female."
warrior name ; "Woah, my Warrior ceremony is ages away. It's hard to picture me as a Warrior now." /Either Beestripe or Beewing/
rank ; "Well, I'm still a kit, but I'm due for my Apprenticeship in a sunrise or so."
wanted rank ; "I can't wait to be a Warrior! I'm gonna be the best there is~"

{on the outside}
overall description ; Some of the few things Beekit gets from her mother would be her structural size and eye color, but let's just start off with the size. Overall, she is expected to be more average-sized in length, but gains the skinny-ish figure. With this noted, Beekit doesn't expect herself to be a strong opponent in battle, but her claws are another story. Hidden within striped paws, dagger-sharp claws rest in their sockets, ready to be outstretched and used. Most likely gaining that trait from her strong-built father, Beekit takes great pride in it, even though most of her traits come from him. Her claws, however, seem to be her favorite, as she takes care of them by sharpening them on nearby bark daily.
Back to her proportions, Beekit was born small, part of the reason to her name, and has had a stunted growth. She appears a moon shy of her actual age, and that bothers her greatly. Because of this, her personality is effected in the fact that she tries to act older. Aside from her overall smaller size, Beekit's slender-like body makes her appear a bit too skinny, but her muscles fill in what's missing.
As for her fur color, this is mainly gained from her father, Palesun. As one would guess, it's a light beige-gold color, not as strikingly bright as a real bee, but close enough. Although, despite her pale base coat, her tabby stripes continuously grow darker as she ages, turning from a light cream to a brown, to a dark golden-brown. In the dark, it appears black and adds on to the bumblebee look, but in the light, her main pelt color his highlighted. Not much really is to say about this she-cat, but the last trait would be her eyes. Her eyes, which is one of the more dramatic traits she got, is a deep, lush minty green. Darker than her mother's, but it fits well with her pale exterior.
pelt color ; A pale gold-beige color
eye color ; Deeper mint green
scars/ markings ; No scars | Tabby stripes that get darker with age
length ; Average
width ; Medium-small

{digging deeper}
crush ; "A crush? Like...liking Toms?"
mate ; "..What's a mate? Oh Toms again."
kits ; "I'm a kit myself practically!"
kin ; "Just my mom, Mintflurry. I don't have any brothers or sisters."
personality ; A bit sassy, Beekit isn't much like her mother. She doesn't like to sleep where she's supposed to, so from time to time, she'll be found in any other den in camp. Sure, this is a one-way ticket straight to trouble, but Beekit doesn't exactly care. In a way, she's her own boss, taking her own initiatives to do what she pleases. In her eyes, she thinks of it as a game; something she wished other played with her. Sometimes her ways of play can get lonely, this is why she tends to sleep in dens that are more crowded, even if they aren't her own.
Coming back to the sassy factor, Beekit can also act a bit rash. Occasionally, she'll act older than she is and try to go out on assignments, when in truth, she's not even allowed out of camp yet. Beekit has good enough intentions, but with her hasty outlook and self-ritous attitude, it ends in the wrong results. She'll come to the point where she denies involvement, but in the end, she'll own up to it, especially when she's in a corner and can't make up any excuses to get around the situation. Despite this, Beekit isn't exactly a compulsive liar; she just doesn't like being yelled at, which is a bit ironic considering her trouble-making record.

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ; "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Smokepaw."
gender ; "I'm a Tom sir/ma'am."
warrior name ; "You mean Medicine Cat name? Well, that's up to my mentor, really." /Smokeowl/
rank ; "A Medicine Cat Apprentice. I never was the fighter or hunter, really."
wanted rank ; "Full Medicine Cat. Though I don't want my mentor to die right away, so I'm in no hurry. It'd be better if he could retire happily when the time is right."

{on the outside}
overall description ; Given the structural similarities of a cat from the Abyssinian breed, Smokepaw is not only lanky in appearance, but growing taller each day it seems. Skinny hind and forelegs attach themselves to a skinny frame, ending with smallish round paws with defined slits where his claws are contained. Smokepaw's tail is like the rest of his body; long and skinny. A few tufts of fur stick out at the tip, the tips of the strands tinged with the same cream color that marks the rest of his pelt.
Speaking of his pelt, Smokepaw's name is no mystery, nor misnomer. Starting off with the basics, a cream-toned fur makes up the underneath hues of his pelt. Lighter shades curve around the inner parts of his body, brightening his chest, belly, and inner legs in contrast to the darker tones he possesses. Upon his triangular-shaped head, in between his large triangular ears, falling down and broadening across his flank before ending at his tail, a blanket of ash streaks across his body, fading out from the thinner, dark stripe that is easily seen snaking down his spine.
Hues of pale smokey-gray highlight Smokepaw's facial features, shadowing over his creamy fur and giving a bit more definition to his white-tinged muzzle. More so, it brings out his round, owl-like amber-gold eyes.
pelt color ; A cream blanketed with a dark ash cloak.
eye color ; Amber-gold.
scars/ markings ; No scars or clearly definable markings, aside from his dorsal stripe that leads from his head to tail tip.
length ; Long/Lanky
width ; Small/Skinny

{digging deeper}
crush ; "I'll admit I have seen a pretty she-cat here and there, but I'm only permitted to look."
mate ; "I hate to tell you this, sir/ma'am, but as a Medicine Cat to be, I have no time for love. Besides, it's forbidden."
kits ; "No kits, sir/ma'am. Remember, a mate is forbidden."
kin ; "No kin that I can recall, sorry to disappoint."
personality ; Polite and well mannered, one could say that Smokepaw is one of the most dignified and regal Tomcats around; but, that is an opinion, no matter how commonly thought. He tends to address cats with "sir" or "ma'am", depending on their current ranking within the Clan. If they're of the same grade as he, he'll address them by their real name more often than not. Smokepaw will carry out orders, do what he's told, and not complain much about it. Though he may protest against some requests, he'll do it nicely as to not anger the cat who gave him to chore. He doesn't do it to solely to impress, rather, he sees no reason as to why he shouldn't be nice to others. After all, what is there to gain from hatred?
With that noted, it's easy to see that Smokepaw is a peacekeeper and doesn't like to have tension between others. Some cats pick on Smokepaw for his proper mannerisms, sometimes even the fact that he became a Medicine Cat because he couldn't fight or hunt like other Apprentices. Even if he is a peaceful sort, that doesn't mean his feelings aren't hurt easily.

other ;

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:: Reserved for my characters;;
Hawkpaw(leap)
Echopaw(sky)
Lightfoot
Thunderstar
Fogkit(step)

Cᴀᴛ's Nᴀᴍᴇ;;
Hawkleap
Fᴜʟʟ Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ/Mᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ Cᴀᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ;;
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Aɢᴇ;;
He is exactly 38 Moons.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;;
Why, he is a tom.
Rᴀɴᴋ;;
A Warrior, you might say.
Rᴀɴᴋ Dᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ;;
He has always wanted to be deputy.
Kɪɴ;;
All his siblings, parents, or anything, are deceased, gone.
Kɪᴛs;;
He has always wanted them, but with no mate, how could he have them?
Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴇsᴛ;;
He has none of those. Hawkleap will always be patient for the right she-cat to come along.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;;
Being the smart-minded, brave tom that he always has been. Hawkleap is as loyal as you can get. He will always be the tom to love his clan and care for what happens. This tom will always be the one who always volunteers first to do something for his clan, and when in a difficult position, Hawkleap will always be positive and stay calm, though others might not be. He will push through anything that is in their way, and he will always listen to the leader's word and other's opinions before doing anything. He will always think through before acting and will always help out others if they need it. Hawkleap will always be by your side to support you and encourage you if you need it, and will always enjoy helping out others who need the help. He will do anything at all for his clan, up to doing what he is told and risking his life to save it. Though he might not like what he is told to do, he will not complain and will do it without another word.
If others question his duties or actions, Hawkleap will always be the one to tell them the truth or just shrug it off. He is used to others being rude to each other, but instead of doing it, he will be the one trying to stop it calmly. He is smart-witted, a quick think, and a handsome, brave tom. In battle his personality will just completely switch over, and instead of seeing the calm, brave and handsome tom, you will see a cat who is vicious, strong, and being brave for his clan. He hates killing other cats, but if he has to, he will, but it is most likely not going to happen. His best thing to do is climb and fight, but he is okay in scenting and hunting. With his powerful legs, Hawkleap is a great swimmer, but his nose isn't that strong to scent from far away, and he can't leap as far. When this tom was an apprentice, he would learn quickly and listen well, and so with those good advantages when he was younger, he knows a lot now as a warrior. He will not cause a fight and will always want to talk before being forced into a fight. He will trust other's opinions and feelings and always go with them.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;;
When Hawkleap was born, he was known as Hawk. The tabby tom was a loner, and his parents were named Storm and Strike. His mother was Storm and his father was Strike, and they were lovely cats. They cared for him and his siblings, who were May, Leaf, Tansy and Spice. May was a ginger tabby, Leaf was a creamy brown and white, and Tansy and Spice were black and white, with Tansy having a flopping right ear that always hung over her eye. Hawk had his brown and white fur, handsome and slick, and his time in the forest was enjoyable. He had heard of small rumors of the great big clans, and that they had fought over silly land and fish. "Why can't they just share the land?" was was Hawk would ask.
His mother and father would purr and let out a sigh, just shaking their heads before turning away and carrying on with their day. But one day Hawk woke up to his brother and sisters prodding him in the side. "Come and explore!" they had said, but Hawk just shook his head. He lay back down and closed his eyes, but in the morning his siblings were gone, and there replaced his frantic parents. They were scattered everywhere, eyes wide, and when they saw Hawk they said, "Do you know where they are?" but Hawk just shook his head and plopped his rump onto the ground. After a week the search continued, and when Hawk went out with his parents, they came to four remains of kits.
Breath taken, Storm has buried her head into Strike's shoulder and wailed. Hawk had stared ahead, his eyes distant. They were dead. Strike buried the remains into the ground, but Hawk took off before they knew it. He kept going and going for days, before he collapsed onto the ground, lonely and hungry. Paw steps echoed in his ears, and teeth gripped his scruff and dragged him farther along, with Hawk just hanging limp from their jaws. When he was gently put down again, he was found by a cat. From a clan named MorningClan. Hawk's eyes lit up. The clans! He was made Hawkkit, then Hawkpaw, trained by a warrior, and then made one himself. The memory of his parents and siblings faded away, and Hawkleap made friends and allies in the clan, until he was finally one of them himself.
Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ;;
Hawkleap is a handsome, muscular tom. He is not one of those bulky, stout toms you usually see around the clan, but he is one of the slim, lean toms with the hard, firm muscular build beneath. His paws are rather large, but not too big so that he trips and stumbles over them all the time. He has broad shoulders and perfect length legs and sharp, clear claws and sharp white teeth. His eyesight is bold, but his nose isn't as strong as it used to be, but it is just that he can't smell very far away. He can climb swiftly and quickly, and his slim body helps him move swiftly and quickly. His strong haunches help him jump high, and and strong legs help him swim strongly and easily. His fur is a creamy brown and white, with the brown fur having a touch of tabby, faint black lines. His white fur parts are and off-white colour, and his eyes are a handsome green, the colour of leaves or grass.
Lɪᴋᴇs;;
◎ Nature
◎ Peace
◎ Snow
◎ Kits
◎ Climbing
◎ Swimming
◎ Silence
◎ She-Cats, of course.
◎ Frost
◎ Healthiness
◎ Night
◎ Warmth
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs;;
◎ Sickness
◎ Rivalry
◎ Killing
◎ Rudeness
◎ Freezing Cold
◎ Blood
◎ The smell of death
◎ Bad herbs
Fᴇᴀʀs;;
Hawkleap's fears are not that big to anyone else but him, because the memories stick in his mind. His fear is to be killed in a vicious way, and one of his most greatest fears are his clan getting slaughtered and dyng off. That's why he is so strongly loving and loyal to his clan.
Hᴏᴘᴇs;;
One of his strong hopes is to finally see his parents again, but he doubts that they are even still alive, but he will always look for them in StarClan, if they even go there. He has always also wanted deputy ever since he's came to the clan.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ;;
No.

Cᴀᴛ's Nᴀᴍᴇ;;
Echopaw
Fᴜʟʟ Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ/Mᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ Cᴀᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ;;
She desire's to be Echosky.
Aɢᴇ;;
She is 8 Moons.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;;
She is definitely a She-Cat.
Rᴀɴᴋ;;
Well, she is seen as an apprentice.
Rᴀɴᴋ Dᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ;;
Well, she has always wanted to be a warrior.
Kɪɴ;;
Well, she has no alive kin.
Kɪts;;
She has always wanted to have kits.
Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴇsᴛ;;
She has no crush on anyone, nor a mate.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;;
Echopaw has always been the positive, patient kind of she-cat to be around. She always things positively and will never look on the down side of things. She is loyal to the bone, and has an extremely large heart. If you meet Echopaw, she will be jumpy and friendly, and she isn't the least bit shy, though at times she can be uncomfortable and act like it, but she will mever mean to. She will always answer your questions, or askings, honestly and calmly. Echopaw would never like to treat someone in an awful way, and she is a loving, bouncy she-cat. She loves to be alone and think quietly, but you may sometimes see her in a group, or just talking to someone singled, at times. Echopaw is a great, friendly cat, and you would absolutely enjoy having her as a friend. She is just the kind to turn something boring and horrible, to something fun and exciting. She hates to be judged, and will never do so herself, and will always prove herself worthy.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;;
There really isn't much to tell of Echopaw, but her past was truly sad. She used to live in another clan far off from MorningClan called DustClan. Apparently, from her small size, she was too pesky and a little weakling to fight for the clan, and since she did not want to become a medicine cat, or even be around the clan at all anymore, she challenged against them once again and they had become vicous and threw her out of the clan. Her parents were disgusted and tried to fight against the warriors to get Echopaw back but they were killed and their bodies were thrown out with no care. Secretely, Echopaw was doing fine hunting and sleeping just on the outskirts on the territory until she saw them throw the limp bodies of her parents on the far side of the outside border. She snuck to them when the patrol was gone, eyes sad.
She has worked all day and night to dig the two graves for her parents and had dragged the two bodies of her loving parents into the holes, burying them and lying there in silence throughout the whole night, getting rained on, then slowly snowed on. She left after about a week of grieving, then traveled far away, out of the range of the clan she had once known and loved. But after she kept traveling for a few more weeks, she finally came to a scent line. Another clan. She traveled into their camp and was greatly accepted by the MorningClan ranks, and has now been with them for about two moons.
Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ;;
Being the pretty she-cat she is, Echopaw is truly stunning. She has a perfect, slim body, with a lean structure, but surprisingly a firm muscular build, but you can hardly see the muscles beneath her slim body. She is literally...perfect. Her height, weight, legs and face, and tail are perfectly beautiful. But don't underestimate her shyness, because she is proud and strong headed, but kind. Her fur is long, with a mixture of light colours such as brown, gray, black, and white. Her paws are a pure, shining white, and so is her muzzle. The fur on the back of her legs are whispy, and her tail has long, feathery fur that drifts of sweetly. Her ears are black, and her muzzle is a creamy white. She has beautiful green eyes with flecks of gold and silver only clearly seen in the moonlight. Her paws are small, and she is petite and lithe, and her small figure helps her fit into small spaces, and help her carry her swiftly and quickly, and quietly. She is mostly afraid to climb, and that is her very most weakest sport, but she is getting extremely well at it, and will soon be pro. But...not quite. She is vicious in fighting, and has sharp teeth and claws.
Fᴇᴀʀs;;
One of Echopaw's fears are that DustClan will track her down and bring her back to the life of torture, but she is sure that that isn't true...at least she hopes so.
Hᴏᴘᴇs;;
Echopaw one day hopes to spot her mother and father and StarClan, and to become the greatest warrior she can be.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ;;
Nope.

{ʟᴇᴛs ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ}
name ;
Sparkstar
gender ;
He is definitely a...tom.
warrior name ;
Sparkstrike
rank ;
He is a proud, noble leader.
wanted rank ;
He has always wanted to be leader, and he is now.

{ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ}
overall description ;
Sparkstar is a muscular, but lithe and slim tom. You can easily see is firm muscles beneath his skin and fur, but he isn't the stout, bulky kind of toms you usually see around. He is a tabby tom, with the colour of fur of gray, white, and black, with different sorts of shades of the colours. His nose is black, and his ears are a deep, dark gray and his paws are black and the tip of his tail is, too. He has long, sharp claws and needle sharp teeth that you wouldn't want to get into your skin. His paws are large and the type that you wouldn't want to give you a hefty blow to the head. His eyes are the colour of flames, but a lighter colour of amber and flecks of silver that you can easily see in the moonlight when it is shining bright.
pelt color ;
It has the mixtures of grays, whites, and blacks, and tabby fur, and it is short, not long.
eye color ;
His eyes are the colour of flames, but a lighter colour and you can easily see flecks of silver in the bright moonlight.
scars/ markings ;
Sparkstar has a black lightning bolt like mark of his right shoulder. He has had it ever since he was born.
length ;
Sparkstar is the average length of a tom cat should have.
width ;
Sparkstar is average width, but he is slim and lithe, not bulky, but he is definitely muscular.

{ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ}
crush ;
none
mate ;
none
kits ;
he wishes to have them.
kin ;
they are dead
personality ;
W.I.P

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ;
gender ;
warrior name ;
rank ;
wanted rank ;

{on the outside}
overall description ; {very descriptive!}
pelt color ;
eye color ;
scars/ markings ; {optional}
length ; {long, short}
width ; {wide, small}

{digging deeper}
crush ;
mate ;
kits ;
kin ;
personality ; {descriptive!}

other ;

{lets get to know each other}
name ;
gender ;
warrior name ;
rank ;
wanted rank ;

{on the outside}
overall description ; {very descriptive!}
pelt color ;
eye color ;
scars/ markings ; {optional}
length ; {long, short}
width ; {wide, small}

{digging deeper}
crush ;
mate ;
kits ;
kin ;
personality ; {descriptive!}

other ;

[indefinite.]

{{ @Maruders: Sure ^^

@frost: no need to apologize. It's well understood :3 Also, yes you may

@Voltic: My rules say you cannot join as a queen or kit. Sorry :s

@Storm: That's not my form... :s

@Anyone: Anyone want to be leader? We cannot start unless we have one.}}

[. silent]

:: Yeah, I know, sorry. I just really like it, but I will use your form for the rest of my cats, since I already had those done.
I hope that's okay.
And my cat, Thunderstar, will be leader, if that's okay with you. Please reserve it. I put it up there. ^^

[.without a doubt]

|| Of course I'll join! Please reserve the prefix rapid for me.. I will do forms later! Thanks for the invite.