Cats of the Country & Mountains *Reunion*

[ghostie..]

name :: nightkit, nightpaw, nightrose
gender :: female
age :: 10 moons
rank :: apprentice
mentor :: kestrelflight
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origin :: unknown
current clan :: skyclan
sexuality :: demisexual
romantic partner :: none
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father :: Shadow that Flickers through Stars
mother :: Dustpool [unknown]
siblings :: N/A
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personality traits ::
[+] :: inquisitive, brave
[-] :: stubborn, quiet
first impression ::
it would be a mistake to assume her quietness was cowardice,
for Nightrose has never had a problem speaking to cats of a
higher rank, nor of stating her beliefs with clarity and confidence.
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statistics ::
⋆ strong ;; ○○○○● ;; dexterous ⋆
⋆ wise ;; ○○○●○ ;; intelligent ⋆
⋆ charismatic ;; ○○○●○ ;; distant ⋆
⋆ speed ;; ●○○○○ ;; endurance ⋆
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toyhouse :: nightrose
theme :: the Call, Regina Spektor
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Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war
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history
No-one is sure where Nightrose came from, except for the few who look upon her pelt with familiar suspicion. For the elder members of the clan have seen such a pelt only once before: upon the tribe cat 'Shadow that Flickers through Stars.' However, a kit that she was upon being discovered, she was welcomed into the clan despite her possible heritage. Growing up, she has shown no signs that she knows of her true origin nor that she even cares to know it. She's content where she is within Sky Clan, and has no reason to jeopardize that for a father who didn't want her.

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Clan: none
Desired Role: medicine cat
Cat Name: fawnleap
Age in Moons: 20
Cat Gender: female
Appearance: here is her th for a proper ref! Fawnleap is a smaller she-cat with beige fur, speckled with small dots that resemble a doe's. Her fur is medium length, usually well groomed despite her excursions to collect herbs.
Personality Traits: fawnleap is, and always has been, a hopeless romantic. Whether that means for cats or for the wanderlust of adventure, she always was searching for something new to fill her life with light. For a while she found that with Sunstar, then Sunrise, but after everything that happened within the old clan she had felt lost within her life. Now she searches for a true purpose with a shuttered heart, cautious steps, and a tongue of razors.
History/Background: fawnleap was one of the founding members of Skyclan, but after the clan began to collapse on itself and left her injured in it's wake, she decided to leave the clan to try and find a true purpose for herself. She wandered, teaching herself to hunt and forage with new herbs; she learned from rogues and listened to their tales as she bandaged them, all while waiting for the true path to ignite and bring her home. Only now with the whisper of a clan building on the wind does she turn her nose towards home, towards the clan - and the cat - she left to find herself.
Extra information: im sort of operating under the assumption that my cats broke off from the clan (since I went inactive for a bit ^^;) and don't really know what they missed during this time.
Expected activity level: as above! ^^

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name: [dustkit], [dustpaw], dustpool
gender: female
age: 42 moons
notable traits:
scars along her shoulders on both sides
of her body

rank: warrior
origin: skyclan
personality traits --
[+]: adaptable, socially aware
[-]: withdrawn, possessive
first impression: gentle
but guarded, open-hearted with
sad eyes

parents: Frostjaw ✞, Bristlemoth ✞
mate: Shadow that Flickers through Stars ✞
kit(s): nightpaw
siblings: Rotpaw ✞

theme song: the world was wide enough

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I had only one thought before the slaughter -- this man will NOT make an orphan of my daughter.
[hamilton]

history
Born and raised within Skyclan, Dustpool grew alongside her sister, Rotpaw. From the moment they were born, the two were thick as thieves, often playfighting in camp or taking turns batting moss balls across the den floor. They were determined to grow into warriors together.. a dream that, unfortunately, wouldn't last long. Rotpaw would pass away during a hunting trip gone wrong, leaving Dustpool to grow into a warrior herself. Part of her blames herself for Rotpaw's death, reasoning that if she had somehow convinced her sister to stay within the camp that fateful day she'd have survived and become a warrior alongside her.

It wasn't long after being granted her warrior name did she stumble upon a rogue within their territory; although she did her best to chase him off, she found herself enchanted by the tom's grace and easy charisma. He spoke softly to her, lent a patient ear through her grief. He introduced himself as Shadowflicker, and they fell in love. Often sneaking out of camp to meet her secret not-mate, he begged her to join him out in the wild, just as she begged him to join her within Sky Clan. But they were far too alike in their stubborness, and both refused. Shadowflicker left shortly after, but not before leaving her pregnant.

Scared, Dustpool would confide in the then-apprentice Fawnpaw, who would help conceal the pregnancy long enough for her to give birth to 'nightkit.' Now, she watches her daughter grow without her, aching and longing for a family to be a part of.




He may have been the first one to die, but I'm the one who paid for it. I survived but I paid for it.
[hamilton]

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I wanna run in wide spaces, fly like the wind in high places, rushin' like water on my face, your hand in my hand!
cody fry

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genetics
⋆ gender ;; male | ⋆ age ;; 20 moons | ⋆ breed ;; calico
⋆ fur length ;; long-medium | ⋆ build ;; average
⋆ eyes ;; light green | ⋆ disabilities ;; none

statistics
⋆ strong ;; ○○○●○ ;; dexterous ⋆
⋆ wise ;; ○●○○○ ;; intelligent ⋆
⋆ charismatic ;; ●○○○○ ;; distant ⋆
⋆ speed ;; ○●○○○ ;; endurance ⋆

personality

⋆ romantic
⋆ kind
⋆ devoted
⋆ questioning
⋆ self indulgent
⋆ impatient

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history
Owl was raised in a large litter of seven. As one of the smallest of the kits his mother birthed, he was always very easily overlooked - especially in their large twoleg home. When given the opportunity to slip out and create a life of his own without the looming shadow of his larger siblings, he took it without hesitation. Bolting into the woods and straight into Skyclan territory, then-younger owl was discovered by a border patrol and brought before Risingstar to 'prove himself.' While it was evident he didn't have the inherent strength of many of the warriors within the clan, he did have an uncommon amount of speed and dexterity as well as an easy go lucky and eager to please attitude. Originally made an apprentice, Owl fought his way to earn his right to a warrior name -- Owlgaze. However, it has been noted that he is quite easily distracted by pretty she-cats, and may need some reminding to keep his mind on track.

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We are the broken ones, who chose to spark a flame
Watch as our fire rages, our hearts are never tame
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name :: Vulturekit ➝ Vulturepaw ➝ Vulturestrike ➝
Driftrot
age :: 65 Moons Old
gender :: male
toyhouse :: clicky
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Driftrot is one of the eldest warriors in the clan; while he has earned his right to a peaceful retirement many times over, the elder warrior brushes it off with a shrug - stating that there's always more work to be done, and that he's here to help get it done. Brother to the deputy and of pure clan blood, Driftrot is fairly respected within the clan. However, many still remember the tragedy of his first and only apprentice -- Rotpaw. Rotpaw was a tiny, frail apprentice with a soft voice and shy disposition, a massive opposite to then Vulturestrike's large, loud and charismatic tom who never minded being the center of attention. Despite them being clearly opposites, they caught on like a wildfire, and Rotpaw could nearly always be found at her mentor's paws even when not training. She viewed him as a father figure, and he would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same of the shy apprentice. The day she died was like any other; the two left camp early in the morning to go practice hunting on the other side of Broken Oak Crossing.. but no-one could forget the sight of the massive warrior carrying the limp body of Rotpaw between his teeth. Nor could they forget the heartbroken scream of her sister, Dustpaw, as he gently lowered the lifeless body of the apprentice to the ground. They say he was different after that -- that he asked his name to be changed so that he never forget the small apprentice, and the life she should have lived if not for his own mistakes.

"Sometimes, there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes its now or never."

;; personality ;;
Driftrot is, above all else, full of kindness and patience. He has tried so hard to prevent himself from being the same arrogant young cat he once was, and he likes to think he made progress on it. Despite, or more accurately, due to, his large frame, Driftrot is very conscious of the strength in his body and does his best to keep it in check even while playfully wrestling with the kits and apprentices. He is always happy to assist on patrols or hunting teams, and is typically excellent with kits! Despite this, the idea of taking a new apprentice makes him nervous. With his sister, Brindlefrost, as deputy, he doesn't have to worry about it too much -- but it is a lingering fear that haunts the gentle giant.

[bluecollie]

Accepted <3 Welcome back!

Start RPing where you like and I'll send a character off to interact with you!))

[ghostie..]

(thank you! c: its good to be back! I also have a couple ocs I can use for warriors if we'll need them.)

fawnleap | 20 moons, F | medicine loner

The territory felt different, somehow, and yet all at once the same as it ever was. Fawnleap maneuvered through the undergrowth with slow steps, hesitant. Her stomach churned with unease as she moved, ignoring the well of memories to try and keep them from bubbling over within her. There, she thought, head unturning, is where I used to collect borage. There, blackberries and- chamomile, for the traveling and.. afraid. That might help. Pausing in her step, the former medicine cat turned, moving towards the patch of cool earth that once grew bundles of the yellow flowers. She remembered how excited she'd been to find it, how lucky she felt that she wouldn't have to go peering into the gardens of two-legs for it.

It is good to see that my memory hasn't failed me at least, she thought, pausing in her step upon finding the bundles of green, white, and yellow. The sight alone caused a wave of relief to go through her, the anxiety within her heart easing. If she could remember where the herbs grew within Skyclan, she could still be of use to them; even if they didn't trust her immediately. Not that she could blame them, disappearing as she did.

Frowning at the intrusive thought, the tabby lowered her head to nip off the bud of one of the yellow flowers. Keeping her head lowered as she chewed, as her namesake might, she didn't so much as grimace when she swallowed the chewed up paste of chamomile. Chamomile, to heal the heart and strengthen travelers, she reaffirmed, taking a small breath. She only hoped it would work swiftly.

[bluecollie]

Amberspots - Clan Border - Warrior

Amberspots had been gnawing away at a patch of tall grass. Her stomach had been feeling awful lately, probably the stale sparrow she had eaten. Her mother had always said grass helped sore tummies. She wasn't fond of the taste. Grimacing. Her white muzzle was stained green.
That doesn't make me feel much better..' She thought to herself, the bitter taste of the plant juices making her screw up her face. Ever since Skyclan had reformed, they had been struggling without a medicine cat. Some of the ideas the other warriors were coming up with for remedies were properly silly. Though, as she swiped her tongue over her lips she couldn't help but realize her idea probably wasn't any better. Quietreed had passed away several moons ago, and since his apprentice Fawnleap had left the clan a few moons before that, the clan was left with no medical assistance. The large bicolor cat looked up as soft drops of rain began to fall, wrapping her plumed red tail around herself
'Leafbare is going to be harsh...' She murmured to herself.

[ghostie..]

fawnleap | 20 moons, F | medicine loner | tagged: amberspots

Licking the chamomile from her teeth, Fawnleap turned tail and began to move deeper into the wood towards the territory. The herb would help if she gave it time, but the more time she hesitated she knew there would be less and less of a chance of her actually arriving to Skyclan. She didn't think she'd be brave enough to attempt this a second time.

It was the scent that clued her in first: territory markers. Filled with cats she didn't immediately recognize, cats she'd hope wouldn't turn her away without first listening to her tale. Refusing to allow her steps to slow once more, Fawnleap pushed onwards through the outer ring of trees that held the scents of so many. Fresh; a patrol had gone by not long ago; else, someone else was near.

Flinching when a drop of water landed between her ears, Fawnleap was quick to hiss out a short breath of indignation; outside cat she may be, but water was something she could never bring herself to get used to. Lifting her paw to brush it over her forehead, she paused at the sound of a distant voice, its words indistinguishable but tone almost... sad? With the rain beginning to pour, Fawnleap couldnt be sure. All she knew was that it would be better to announce herself than be caught and ambushed within the territory.

"Hello? Is someone there?" She called, making quick shelter beneath a large tree. "I heard your voice- I know I'm trespassing, but- I used to live here as well!"

Because that didn't sound stupid at all she sighed, anxiously shifting from paw to paw as the ground began to grow cold and wet.

[bluecollie]

Amberspots - Border of Territory - Warrior
Amberspots pricked her ears at the voice, it was coming from over the border, but she recognized it. She peered over the tall grass, raising herself onto her hind legs to see.
'Fawnleap..?' Amberspots called cautiously, not sure if she was seeing things. The thick coated warrior trugged through the grass til she came to see the fawn cat, dappled with the unmistakable white spotting on her back. She looked smaller than she remembered.
'What are you doing here?' She asked, looking more bewildered than agitated. She flicked a ear as rain spattered it. Amberspots didn't quite know what to say. The medicine cat had left the clan moons ago. Why was she here now. She looked at the small cat, speaking flatly.
'What do you want? You know half the clan would be happy to have your hide after you abandoning the clan. Your risking alot coming here.'

[ghostie..]

(does amberspots not have a form?)

fawnleap | 20 moons, F | medicine loner | tagged: amberspots

"Amberspots!" Fawnleap exclaimed, relieved. Amberspots was one of the few Fawnleap recognized; the she-cat had barely become a warrior when Fawnleap had left; Amberpaw had always been so kind and eager to help her whenever she'd needed it.

"I know I am, and I know that I deserve their ire," Fawnleap murmured, her gaze falling for a moment before flicking back up to the warrior. "I abandoned the clan when it needed me most, but I had to leave. With everything happening all so suddenly, these rules I didn't understand... I hardly knew myself, let alone what the clan needed of me. And I can only apologize for that. But I've come to return to Skyclan, to return to my position as Medicine Cat. I may not know myself but I know herbs, and I know how to care for the sick and the ill. Surely Quietreed will forgive me if I plead my case." She finished, her voice tilting with hope. Quietreed, as grumpy as the old tom was, respected and.. understood her, in a way. He never faulted her, not once. She wasn't too proud to admit that she missed her old mentor.

[bluecollie]

Amberspots - Border of Clan Territory - Warrior - W/Fawnleap

Amberspots looked away, her gaze pained. Shuffling her paws.
'I really missed you Fawnleap. Its been a really hard few moons without you.' She said quietly. Her posture made her look tired. She wrapped her bushed out tail around herself. She brought her gaze back to Fawnleap.
'Quietreed died after you left. Greencough.' She said quietly. 'He asked for you on his deathbed. They sent warriors to try and find you.. but you weren't within the miles around the territory. We thought you had died'

A low rumble of thunder grumbled in the distance as the belly of a hungry bear might. The faint hiss of the rain coming down increased, the large she cats coat was weighing heavy from the rain.

[ghostie..]

fawnleap | 20 moons, F | medicine loner | tagged: amberspots

Her stomach dropped.

"Quietreed? I- no, he couldn't have-," Fawnleap stuttered out, her breath catching in her throat, eyes flicking from side to side as if searching - expecting the old medicine cat to shamble out and scorn her for leaving in the first place. But the world around them remained still, disturbed only by the heavy rain that began to pour. "He wasn't an elder yet!" Fawnleap pleaded, almost to herself, "he knows the treatments, he- he couldn't-"

The chamomile she had ingested earlier threatened to make a reappearance with her grief, swallowing the bile that rose from her throat as she struggled to see through the tears that mixed with the heavy rain. Because the truth was, he had. Because I wasn't there to heal him.

A short sob wracked the small body of the medicine cat, her head lowering to hang between her chest. She did her best to stifle the small sounds, her body trembling with the effort.

[bluecollie]

Amberspots - Border of Clan Territory - Warrior - W/Fawnleap

Amberspots felt guilty, she didn't want to hurt the she cat. But she needed to know that there was much less to return to then she may have assumed. She hesitated before moving to sit in front of the smaller cat.
'He spent moons training you, preparing you for the task, and when the time came you weren't there Fawnleap.' Her voice was ambiguous in tone. After a moment of silence, she moved.

She rested her chin on the other cats head in a gesture of affection.
'But I understand why. I missed you Fawnleap. I don't know why you're here. But I hope you know your missed. At least by me.' Realizing she was resting her her grass stained muzzle on the cats head she recoiled. Swiping a paw over her face.
'Sorry.. bellyache...' She mumbled, wiping her chin.