ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｍｉｓｔ・ a warrior cat roleplay

[Toxi+Bbun]

{Emberpaw}

Basics

♦name♦ "My name is Emberpaw." Emberpaw's prefix comes from his orange eyes, while his suffix comes from his age.
♦age♦ "I'm about six moons old." Emberpaw was born outside of the clan; so his "real" age isn't know. He is about six months old.
♦rank♦ "Apprentice." Due to his age and capability, Emberpaw is an apprentice.
♦gender♦ "Tom." Boy, dude, male, you get my drift.
♦appearance♦ "Are you blind?" Emberpaw is a grey-brown tom cat with orange or ember eyes. Being very plain, his eyes are the most striking thing about him. He is of average size and build for his age. To humans, he would be considered part British Short-hair.

On The Inside

♦personality♦ "My personality? Well..." Emberpaw is a somewhat sarcastic, anti-social male. He doesn't like most cats, but was generously taken in as a kit by a clan. Obviously, he chose to stay. However, he tends to keep to himself; which is a move that could make others suspicious of him. He also has a short temper; and can become violent when he looses it. To keep himself on the good side of the clan, he suppresses this best he can; instead imploding on himself.

Emberpaw is a hard worker, as all aspiring warriors should be, and does what he is assigned to do. Nothing more, nothing less. He doesn't want to make himself standout or be looked upon as inadequate. All he wants to be is average; though he could be noted for his endurance. If he does become a warrior he would do everything in his power to uphold the Warrior Code.

Perhaps one of Emberpaw's best personality trait is the fact that he listens without saying a word. He is great for venting to, crying to, pretty much anything. He is not by any means a loose-lips, so any secret is safe with him.

♦history♦ "Oh so you want to know that too?" Emberpaw was born outside the clan to a loner who's name is unknown. His mother cared greatly for her son, but being the single parent, life was hard. Between fending and hunting for herself, she had to keep an eye on him. Being a kitten, he made lots of noise, scaring away most prey.

When Emberpaw was three moons old, the fact that his eyes would be orange was evident. Around this time, his mother fell ill to a disease. Unable to continue moving, the kit and his mother became easy prey. Slowly, his mother died, and the kit became a hungrier and easier target. A snake or fox could have eaten him up in a second.

Lucky for him, the starving kit was rescued by a warrior of Mistclan. He has stayed with the clan; and plans to do so until the day he dies.

Relationships

♦family♦ "My mother..." The only family Emberpaw had ever know is his now deceased mother, a loner.
♦friends♦ "Yeah, about that.." Emberpaw doesn't really have friends, nor does he had any real enemies. He hasn't had time to get to know others that well.
♦relationship status♦ "I'm too young for that.." Single.
♦crush♦ "Not like I would tell you even if I had one." None, impress him.
♦mate♦ "Haha." No.
♦kits♦ "Haha. Again." None.

Other

♦about the roleplayer♦ "Oh, the puppeteer behind me." Hello! I'm Toxi of this account. I have read the first three books in the Warriors Series, and I do not plan on reading any more of them. I am a semi-literate to literate role-player; I have been role-playing for three years. I like to pretty up my posts, and am dedicated to a role-play. Thank you for your consideration, and please let me know if there is anything I should change.

[WillowFeathers]

Introductions!
Name: Crestpaw
Age: "I am 7 moons old thank you."
Gender: "Clearly a she-cat."
Rank: "An apprentice, for now. I will be a warrior."

Dig A Little Deeper!
Pelt: Crestpaw has a cream colored coat that in some lighting appears to be more yellow, or even more white. Her fur is a medium length, and she likes it this way. It stays silky, but doesn't get caught in branches because it's too long. Around her eyes are light gray flecks, making her eyes look even brighter.
Eyes: Her eyes are a bright yellow, matching the color of the moon on a summer night. They appear bright in all lighting, but especially the darkness.
Scars: She has a long scar down her left ear as a result of a rouge attack when she was a young kit and walked out of the camp.
Other Appearance: She is smaller than the average cat, making it easier for her to shimmy into small places. This also makes it difficult for her to fight off big opponents, but it does make her more aerodynamic and therefore a better runner than the average cat.

Keep Digging!
Personality: Crestpaw doesn't really care when she has to take care of elders, or do any of the other tedious apprentice jobs. But, when it comes to battle training, she tends to get frustraited. Her small body makes fighting difficult, and she sometimes just wants to give up. The she-cat excels in hunting though, and she rarely lets anything out of her little grasp. On the subject of "boys" she doesn't really concern herself with boy drama, but she may develop a crush or two over the year.
History: She was born a barn cat and she felt like she was living the good life. Everyday her father brought her family mice, and it seemed like a perfect family situation. On a summer day, though, that all changed. Her father, Thorn, took her out hunting for the first time, and the little kit was content with watching her father. When the two came back, they heard gun shots. Thorn took off for the barn, and once he reached it, the sight was straight from his nightmares. The farmer had figured out the barn cats had kits, and he was not pleased. Both of Crestpaw's brothers were dead, and her mother was struggling to survive. When the small kit finally reached her father, she wished she hadn't. Her bones shook and she whimpered constantly.
Her father soon became unresponsive, and tiny Crest had to fend for herself. The little kit was starving, and she had been told stories about the clans, which now sounded appealing. Using all of her strength, Crest ran to the forest and was soon found by a patrol. When she was brought in, she became Crestkit, and she was nursed back into health.

Love Life?!
Crush: None yet
Mate: Nopee
Kits: Noooo

[meijhana]

Nᴀᴍᴇ-
“Ivyfoot. Pleased to meet you.”
Aɢᴇ-
“I’m around thirty-eight moons old. I’ve been around a while,” she says with an amused purr.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-
“Eh, she-cat? Is this supposed to be a trick question?”
Rᴀɴᴋ-
“I’m the medicine cat here. It feels like it hasn’t been very long, though.”

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ-
“Sorry?”||Ivyfoot is a rather quiet cat, not really wanting to get involved in clan politics and the like. When she does speak, her voice is hushed, and occasionally she has to repeat herself because others other were unable to hear. She spends most of her time observing the clan rather than choosing to take part in the social aspects of clan life, and when she is not in her den, she can generally be found out in the forest. However, just because she is out in the forest does not mean she is gather herbs necessarily. Oftentimes, she just enjoys the quiet away from the hustle and bustle of camp, and finds it much easier to communicate with Starclan when she is away from other cats.
She takes her work very seriously, and though she is kind and compassionate to her patients, she she can become downright vicious if another cat tries to step in where he or she is not wanted. She’s been known to occasionally lash out at people with both words and claws when they have invaded too much of her space, though those instances are few and far between. Also, she is the kind of cat who believes that Starclan’s word is law, and will often share her impressions and visions with her leader, hoping that she also will have had similar promptings.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ-
”I was born in the clan. Is that all?”||Born into a litter of two to the she-cat Pineheart, Ivyfoot, then Ivykit, knew she was different from her brother and the other kits of the clan. She preferred to spend her time in quiet contemplation rather than playing rough-and-tumble games with the other cats her age. However, this does not mean that she did not engage in any kitlike behaviours. From time to time, she would join in with the roughhousing, but even then she felt like she didn’t really belong. Her delicate frame and unusually short claws were unfit for any warrior training, so by the time she reached the age of apprenticeship, she was apprenticed to the medicine cat at the time while the rest of the apprentices began to learn how to fight and hunt. From time to time she felt lonely and almost jealous of the other apprentices, but over the moons that jealousy faded. Instead, she learned to enjoy the quiet work and sweet smells of the medicine den, and felt like now she finally had found her niche in the clan.
Just after receiving her full name and shedding the name of Ivypaw, tragedy struck her. Both of her parents fell ill during the same moon of leaf-bare. The illness progressed rapidly, and unfortunately no matter how hard she tried, she could not stop it from taking their lives. For quite some time, she was in shock and didn’t really talk to anyone else in the clan. She completely withdrew, until finally she found strength in the constant companionship of both Starclan and her own clanmates. Shortly thereafter, her mentor passed away from old age, but this time she did not feel the same helpless desperation as she said goodbye to her mentor. She has excelled in the capacity of being the sole medicine cat of the clan, but she still feels like there is a lot to learn.

Cʀᴜsʜ-
“I’m a medicine cat. I don’t have time for such things.”
Mᴀᴛᴇ-
“That is forbidden. I couldn’t do that.”
Kɪᴛs-
“Do you not understand that I can’t have kits because of my position? Are you that dense?”
Kɪɴ-
-Pineheart-Mother-Deceased-
-Frostclaw-Father-Deceased-
-Sandstripe-Brother-Alive-

Oᴛʜᴇʀ-
”I can’t really think of anything you haven’t thought about. You were rather thorough.”[/size]

Nᴀᴍᴇ-
”Call me Sandstripe. How d’you do.”|| Named for the pale bands on his forelegs.
Aɢᴇ-
“I’m thirty eight moons old. I know. Practically ancient.”[/ color]
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-
[color=#808080] “Unless something has changed in the last five minutes, I’m definitely still a tom.”
Rᴀɴᴋ-
“Warrior. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ-
“Just get to know me. It’s that easy.”||From the time he was a kit, Sandstripe was always rather naïve. He always sees the best in his clanmates, even though they might not actually be that way. To him, the clan is everything, and can therefore do no wrong. He is incredibly friendly, and not nearly as quiet as his subdued sister, preferring to socialize rather than just sit quietly. Let’s just say that his warrior’s vigil was very hard for him to keep. He loves telling jokes, but rarely at another cat’s expense. On the outside, he seems like an almost perfect cat, personality wise, but his naïve innocence has gotten him hurt in the past. Because he is so trusting of all of his clanmates, it is really easy for him to trick him into just about anything, and can also make him seem incredibly stupid.
Like all toms, Sandstripe puts on airs of being rather unfeeling and not really caring about anything, but in all honesty, he’s rather sensitive and is actually a hopeless romantic. He cannot wait for the day where he can call himself a father of kits that will be able to serve their clan as well as he has tried to. Since he lost his parents at a relatively young age and because his sister will never be able to have kits family is of the utmost importance to him.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ-
“Just ask Ivyfoot. She’ll tell you everything.”||The more boisterous of the two kits born to Pineheart and Frostclaw, he was always the one to jump into the center of attention with the other cats his age. While Ivyfoot distanced herself from the other kits, he loved socializing and could not wait for his warrior training to finally begin. When he was finally apprenticed, he didn’t excel in any particular area, but was of rather average ability when it came to both hunting and fighting, though he did prefer hunting to battle training, and for good reason.
Just before his apprenticeship was to end and he was to abandon the name of Sandpaw and become Sandstripe, he was involved in a fight with a dog fox in which several cats were rather seriously injured. He fought his hardest against the large crimson beast, but he wasn’t able to make much of an impact against his foe, and attained a crushing bite to the base of his tail. Upon returning to camp, with the previous medicine cat and Ivyfoot working diligently to attend to all of the needs of the injured cats, it was determined that Sandstripe’s tail would never be functional again, and would become a limply hanging hindrance rather than the functional tool it was meant to be. It was then that, with Ivyfoot helping to restrain him, the medicine cat bit off his tail, and within a few days a now tail-less Sandstripe was returning to simple training. However, now his training was going worse than before. His lack of a tail was causing severe problems with his balance, and he had to take an extra four moons to complete his training before becoming a warrior. For a while he was slightly disgruntled at being further behind than his fellows, but after a while the feeling wore off, and now he is a very dedicated warrior to the clan.

Cʀᴜsʜ-
“Well, er, no.”
Mᴀᴛᴇ-
“Not yet…”
Kɪᴛs-
“None, but I hope to someday have some.”
Kɪɴ-
-Pineheart-Mother-Deceased-
-Frostclaw-Father-Deceased-
-Ivyfoot-Sister-Alive-

Oᴛʜᴇʀ-
“Nada.”[/size]

Nᴀᴍᴇ-
“Foxtail. Don’t wear it out.”
Aɢᴇ-
“Just became a warrior a little while ago, so about fifteen moons.”
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-
“Do I look like a she-cat to you? No. I’m a tom.”
Rᴀɴᴋ-
“I’m a warrior. Just like almost everyone else.”

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ-
“Does that really matter?”|| Foxtail is a typical junior warrior. He is rather arrogant, thinking that just because he has his new warrior name, he is all knowing and could lead the clan better than Willowstar herself could. He is a rather intimidating tom, even though he is still incredibly young for a warrior, mostly due to his immense size. He uses his bulk to his advantage to try and intimidate the apprentices most of the time, and occasionally even the older warriors who he sees as inferior (which could be just about anyone, in his opinion). He can often be seen sulking around the camp grumpily, glaring at the other apprentices, and practically everyone else apart from Willowstar, who he respects for the most part.
Underneath his rough exterior however, is another equally rough inside. Incredibly ambitious, he doesn’t really care who he has to step on to get to the top. He doesn’t let other cats get too close to him, feeling that the more friends you have the more venerable you are too emotional attacks by others. Because of this untrue assumption, he has practically alienated himself from others within the clan. Occasionally though, he can be seen indulging in rather apprentice-like behaviours, such as pawing at a leaf, or pouncing on a piece of fresh kill when he thinks no one is looking.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ-
”It’s none of your business.”|| Foxtail was born to a rogue she-cat named Arrow and a clan father named Flamepelt. Flamepelt had virtually no idea that his brief union with the she-cat had resulted in a kit, and so Arrow raised him on her own. During his time with his mother, he learned to take care of himself and only himself, except for on rare occasions when he cared for his mother. He spent his days without much contact with other cats until he and Arrow ran into a group of clan cats, which included Flamepelt. It was then that Arrow told Flamepelt about Foxtail’s (then called Fox) existence. Flamepelt, obviously, was utterly shocked, and Foxtail was as well. After a rather lively discussion that almost led to the shedding of blood, Foxtail leapt between the arguing cats and declared that he would be deciding for himself whether he would join the clan or continue in the life of a rogue. After a moment’s contemplation, Foxtail declared that he would join the clan, knowing that he would have ample chances to leave if he wanted, but might not get this chance to join ever again.
From that moment on, he became known as Foxpaw. He grew rapidly, quickly dwarfing even some of the warriors. He excelled in the fighting aspect of training, but when it came to hunting, he didn’t really care to be careful. He left the camp several times on his own to possibly try and find his mother once again, but was never able to really find traces of her. After a while, he just stopped looking, deciding that if she really wanted a part in his life, she knew where the camp was and could talk to him easily. Since then, he has earned his warrior name, and proven himself as worthy of being called a warrior.

Cʀᴜsʜ-
“Pfft.”
Mᴀᴛᴇ-
”I’m barely out of apprenticeship. What do you expect?”
Kɪᴛs-
“Think about it. I’m sure you’ll figure out the answer eventually.”
Kɪɴ-
-Arrow-Mother-Alive-Rogue-
- Flamepelt-Father-Deceased-

Oᴛʜᴇʀ-
“Nah.”[/size]

Nᴀᴍᴇ-
“I’m Viperpaw!”||Will be Viperstrike
Aɢᴇ-
“Six moons.”
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-
“She-cat. Duh. Idiot.”
Rᴀɴᴋ-
“Still an apprentice, but lucky to be one.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ-
“Probably the best personality ever.”||Viperpaw is a bit of a rebel. She doesn’t like rules and restrictions, which is possibly why she left her former life. She only acts on impulse and can be seen as reckless and haphazard, all of which are true. The phrase “Look before you leap” means absolutely nothing to her, and it is because of that that she has often been chastised by the older members of the clan. She doesn’t tend to be the friendliest of cats, and she isn’t scared to match her fiery temper and sharp words with equally sharp claws. She is incredibly impulsive, thinking only of instant gratification with little thought of what the future might bring. Unfortunately for her, she has this nasty little habit of sneaking out of camp while no one is watching, and since she is incredibly good at making herself inconspicuous, it happens quite often. Viperpaw supposes that she could be friendly and warm with many of the clan cats if she wanted to, but she feels like an outsider to the rest of the clan.
Due to her history, Viperpaw has never felt like the clan has fully accepted her into their ranks, and even though she tries her best to be a good apprentice, her unrealistically high expectations of herself cause her to fall short more often than not. Because she is hard on herself, she tends to lash out when others are also hard on her, an unfortunate habit that has made her few friends. There is a softer side to her, but few ever get past the exterior attitude that is similar to a badger who has been woken up from a nap.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ-
”It’s not like you don’t already know.”|| Viperpaw was born a kittypet to a pair of prizewinning pure-bred Turkish Angora cats, and, from what she gathered, she fetched a rather high price for her unusual coloring, which resembled her mother slightly. She was one of several show cats bought by a pair of twolegs, and although her pampered life was envied by many of the other kittypets in the surrounding nests, she felt a yearning for life in the forest. The swirling mists intrigued her, and the few times she was brave enough to venture beyond her manicured garden, she found herself feeling much more liberated than she felt living with the twolegs. One day, after getting in a rather aggressive confrontation with a fellow kittypet, she decided to leave the nest for good. At first, she was frightened, and thought about going back on her commitment to stay in the forest, but after a day or two she finally started getting the hang of things, even catching a mouse or two.
One day, she was found by a group of clan cats who were out on a patrol, and, amber eyes wide with fear, asked them where they were from. She was accepted into the clan, though she felt like some of the cats resented her kittypet heritage. So far, she feels like she has done alright in adjusting to clan life, but at the same time she feels like an outsider at times. (Keep in mind, her history is rather short because she is still very young)

My Family
Cʀᴜsʜ-
“I’m still an apprentice. And I’ve been told I’m fundamentally unlovable, which I take pride in.”
Mᴀᴛᴇ-
”Gross!”
Kɪᴛs-
“How could you suggest something like that?!”
Kɪɴ-
-Yannick-Father-Alive-Kittypet-
-Persephone-Mother-Alive-Kittypet-
-Allyson-Sister-Alive-Kittypet-
-Fergeson-Brother-Alive-Kittypet-
-Kai-Sister-Alive-Kittypet-

Oᴛʜᴇʀ-
“Nope.”[/size]

[ThunderStarStorm]

name :: Darkeye is his name, and hunting in darkness is easily his favourite game. He also doesn't like nicknames, at all.
nickname :: Again, this is one cat who's not very fond of nicknames, and often says to other cats, "No nicknames, thanks."
age :: Darkeye is around twenty-five moons old, two moons older than his best friend/sister Sunstorm.
gender :: Completely and utterly male, as if you couldn't tell from the very male sounding name.
rank :: Deputy
appearance :: Thick black fur numerous scars and three teeth bites in his ear, Darkeye is no stranger to fights. Still, he does have beautiful dark blue eyes and is quite the charmer, if he trusts you.
personality :: Darkeye is friendly, and very chivarious, but finds it hard to trust other cats, especially female ones. He can't spend time with an pedigrees or green-eyed cats without getting angry, and has a vicious temper.
history :: Darkeye was born to the clan, grew up in the clan, and while the comfort of a predictable home would be nice, he's never really longed for it. He's always been a part of the clan, but only recently became Deputy under Willowstar's rein. Darkeye met who he thought was his soul mate in Arabella - though she was a kittypet and he was a clan cat - and had four kits with the green eyed she-cat - Jenna, Coalkit, Leon and Ashkit. However, he found out that Arabella had another cat on the side - a purebreed kittypet, and drove her from his heart. Later on, his kits slowly died off, until the only one left was Coalkit. However, Coalkit has Arabella's eyes, and Darkeye wants nothing to do with Arabella ever again, so refuses to acknowledge Coal as his son. None of the rest of the clan were told about his former kittypet mate bar Sunstorm, and Darkeye is intent on keeping it that way.
’paw:: No, and he doesn't want one - not after the last fiasco...And most certainly becuase hanging around any 'paw reminds him of Coalkit, or his dead kits.
crush :: As of yet, Darkeye is still getting over his cheating ex-mate, and doesn't even want to spend time with other female cats. However, for the good of the clan, he tries to keep it out of his mind and tries to treat everyone fairly - though he most probably will keep female cats' relationships with him platonic.
family :: Darkeye's family are either dead or gone, with the exception of his adopted sister, Sunstorm, and his son, Coalkit.
mate :: Darkeye used to have a mate, Arabella, who was a kittypet. However, he found out that she was cheating on him for a purebreed kittypet.
kits :: Coalkit is his and Arabella's son, though Coal's siblings died when Coalkit and the others were quite young. There's no denying the family resemblance, though Darkeye refuses to accept Coal, and the kit believes he was left on the streets by his father and mother, while Sunstorm and Willowstar take care of him, along with Goldpaw.
other :: Sunstorm is incrediably close to him, and some cats have often asked why they aren't mates already - the simple answer to that question is the fact that them being mates would like being mates with one of your siblings.

name :: Sunstorm, formerly Sunpaw, and a warrior of Mistclan.
nickname :: Sunstorm doesn't really have an nickname, though she is called the winter demon occasionally, because her white, slightly mottled fur helps her blend in with winter surroundings, and she's often the only one able to bring back food during winter.
age :: Sunstorm is twenty-three months old, two months younger than Darkeye, and she was born in newleaf.
gender :: Female, through and through. Insinuating anything different gets a very revengful Sunstorm on your tail - and she holds a grudge for a long time.
rank :: Warrior, and a good one to.
appearance :: Her eyes are light hazel, and she’s fairly light-weight for a warrior, good for walking on snow. Her fur is mainly white, and though she does have some brown patches, it’s almost like her body knew that she was going to be a clan cat, and her fur is so well-mixed that she can blend in with snow easily, though in newleaf or leaf fall it’s generally harder for her.

personality :: Sunstorm doesn't have a temper, as such, but she does hold grudges against those that hurt her or her friends. She's loyal and protective, but likes her freedom to much to ever except a whole group of friends and usually only talks to Darkeye. The fact that she can easily blend into the snow and used to be a two-legger pet only solidfiy's some cats' distrust of her, but she ignores them all. With sharp claws and an even sharper tounge, you don't hang out with Sunstorm without getting insulted at least once.
history :: Sunstorm used to be a two-legger cat, meaning that she lived with the humans, but hated the life of rules and regulations, and so simply upped and moved to the forest, surviving on her own. At this point, she was around seven or eight moons old, and she surprisingly survived until one winter's day, when she accidently pounced upon Darkpaw, an apprentice from Mistclan who was out hunting for his clan. The clan life soon intrigued the she-cat, and she became Snowpaw, a new apprentice to the clan.
She was always a natural born warrior, easily picking up most fighting techniques, and though Darkpaw was older than her by two moons, with his extra helping training, she managed to become a warrior at the same time as him; Sunstorm.
He's one of the only family she has, and they're as close as brother and sister, and when he was made Deputy, the only way she could've been happier is if she had been made deputy herself. The two share pretty much everything, and Sunstorm is the only one who knows about Darkeye's 'family issues'.
'paw :: Meh. Sunstorm is thinking about getting a ‘paw, but she has no clue if she’s going to get one or not. Hopefully she gets a warrior-based kit, who will listen to her elders, like she did…Ignoring the fact she almost never listened to her elders, anyway.
crush :: It all depends...But no, Sunstorm doesn't have a crush currently.
family :: None that she remembers. Sunstorm was only a very young kit when she was sold to her two-legger owners, and only remembers just a whiff of scent from her family.
mate :: As if! She thinks having a mate would tie her down too much.
kits :: Same as with the mate - Sunstorm believes they'll tie her down. However, she doesn't mind taking care of the kits. Sometimes. Rarely. Yeah...You're about as likely to catch her with the kits as swimming in water.
other :: --

name :: As if you couldn't tell from the nice pretty letters above, this apprentice's name is Coalkit, dubbed that becuase of his all-black fur.
nickname :: Coalkit is sometimes called Blackie, Icy, Snow White, Snow or Blue, though his favourite nickname out of those ones is Blackie. Goldkit often teases him with nicknames, and he's got a variety of ones that his adopted sister made up.
age :: Coalkit is only a couple of days older than his 'sister' Goldkit, but though he's a little smaller than she is, they're both six moons and rearing to get their 'paw names. Well, rearing inst't the best word to describe Coalkit's shy excitement, but it certainly fits Goldkit!
gender :: Male, as if you couldn't tell from his adorable-ness. It's always been a sore point for the young kit- the two-leggers constantly seem to get him mixed up with female kits!
rank :: Kit
appearance :: Absolutely adorable, with fluffy black fur from his father, and vibrant green eyes from his kittypet mother, Arabella. He is slightly small for his age, and has a small nick out of his left ear from Goldkit, but apart from that, he's pretty much unscarred.
personality :: Coalkit is sweet, but very shy. He is often over-powered by more forceful kits, like Goldkit, but has a protective, loyal side that allows him to be brave if he's protecting his 'family.' He's awkward when talking to other kits his own age, but doesn't appear to have any trouble talking to adults like Sunstorm or Willowstar, but unless he's known you for a while, expect him to hide behind Goldkit while she chats you up or hisses at you for spooking her brother. Though he has a natural affinty for fighting, the kit is still pretty small for his age.
history :: Nothing really interesting ever happens to Coalkit, though he did once almost get crushed by a road-beast, and is often dragged along on schemes made by the mischievous Goldkit. He does remember little bits about his father and mother, but not enough to really identify them. Still, he's been looking forwards to becoming an apprentice for a while now.
family :: None that he knows of...Though Darkeye is his biological father, Coalkit has no clue, and though he longs to know who his family is, he is unusually patient for a 'paw. Still, he does have his adopted family, which consists of Goldkit , Sunstorm, and Willowstar.
’paw:: Nope - he's not even a warrior yet!
crush :: Coalkit used to have a crush on Goldkit because she was the prettiest female kit that he knew, but it eventually developed into a close brother-sister bond.
mate :: He's a kit!
kits :: Again, Coal's only a kit!
other :: --

name :: ...If you haven't gotten it by now, you really need to look at the pretty gold writing that says 'Goldkit.'
nickname :: Goldkit is just that - Goldkit. She rarely replies to anything else, and will often try to bite anyone who teases her, unless it's Coalpaw. She'll still try and bite him though, just not very hard.
age :: Goldkit is the same age as Coal, though she's a couple of days -well, they figure, anyways- younger than he is. Currently, she's six moons though, and is absolutely desperate to start her apprenticeship.
gender :: Female through and through, Goldkit is quite a beautiful kit, and might take to wearing pink or red flowers in her fur during spring, or letting younger kits plait reeds in her crown around her ears - well, only if they do it gently.
rank :: Goldkit is a kit - almost a 'paw! - if that wans’t obvious enough from her name.
appearance :: Goldkit has what Coalpaw has dubbed as 'leaf fall eyes'. They're light hazel, with flecks of amber and red, and on her left eye, it is patterned much like the falling leaves. Her fur is a beautiful gold, with light white fluff, and though she does have some scars from all her mishaps, they have all been covered by her plush fur.
personality :: Goldkit is a freindly little kit, almost the opposite of her 'brother' Coalpaw. She often is brash, impatient, and overly-eager to do dangerous stunts, causing her to wind up in the medicine cat's den more often than most other 'paws. Still, you couldn't find a loyaler, sweeter-natured cat, even if she is sometimes quite violent, and never respects any cat's personal space.
history :: Goldkit is Willowstar's cousin, being the duaghter of Falconstar's sister. Luckily for her, the kit's father - Briarthorn - stole her away from Greyfang, her mother and kept her until her learnt that Falconstar was dead. While he raised her outside of clan life, Briarthorn taught her everything he knew about Mistclan, in preperation of the day when she could join the clan. When Willowstar became leader, Greyfang tried to lead a revolt, but failed, and instead went to look for her duaghter so she could continue the legacy. Unknown to the she-cat, a group of cats followed her, and when Greyfang was about to kidnap Goldkit, they attacked her. Two casulties were the result of that night. Greyfang, leaving Goldkit without a mother, and Briarthorn, leaving Goldkit with no family but Willowstar. Still, no-one knew of Greyfang's relation to Falconstar, leaving Goldkit to join the clan as an orphaned kit.
family :: Goldkit's parents, her mother Greyfang, and her father, Briarthorn, are both dead. However, her cousin, Willowstar, still leaves, and Goldkit has an adopted brother, Coalkit.
’paw:: Nope! She’s almost a 'paw herself, so having her own ‘paw is out of the question.
crush :: Psh! This is one kit who is totally extreme in her, ‘girls are better than boys’ act.
mate :: No. Just…no.
kits :: Nope.
other :: --

[M e e r k a t]

name::
"My name is Snow. Yes, just Snow. No prefix, so suffix, just plain ol' Snow."
gender::
"Gender. Really. Do you even have to ask?! I really think this should be obvious. Female. Queen. Do I even look like a tom!?
age::
"Normally a female would be offended by this question. You see, boys, never ever ask a lady for her age. It's rude. But my case is different. See, the truth is I have no idea how old I am. I'm anywhere from sixteen moons, to twenty-four moons, so take your pick.
rank::
"I have no suffix on my name. Don't want one either. This should probably tell you I'm a not a clan cat. What?! No! I'm not a rouge either. Do I look like a rouge? Did not think so. I'm a loner. And proud of the fact.
history::
"This is another funny question. If you had not guessed from my age description, I don't know how old I really am. When I was a kitten I was abandoned by my mother. Or she died. I don't know. I was taken in by an elderly cat, she went by the name of "Minka". When Minka found me I could have been anywhere from one to four moons old. I was scrawny, dirty, and malnourished. Minka basically raised me until I could fend for myself, then I went off on my own. I learned the ways of the forest. How to hunt, how to fight, how to survive. Every day however, I would make a point of stopping by at Minka's home. She was very old, but she was still my best friend. I remember when I was once in a fight with a rouge, and they tore up my leg very badly. My right one. Minka bandaged me up ever so nicely. Minka is dead now. But she was the only other cat I cared, or ever will, care for.
personality::
"Describe my personality. What a funny question. Incase you have not noticed, I don't really care for others. I like to fend for myself. I'm cocky at times. . okay fine. Most of the time. Even though I can be cocky, does not mean I am ignorant. I am opinionated, but I won't judge or voice my opinions until I have all the facts. I believe in loyalty, but not trust. No one besides Minka will I ever be able to trust. I prefer mouse over sparrow, and I despise cats who do not look after their pelts...I don't like rouges, or clan cats. But rouges the most. I would never become one. I strongly agree with the phrases 'you get what you give', and 'what goes around comes around'. I do not draw attention to myself unless essential. I also am not afraid to speak my mind. Why do you want all this information anyway?

description::
"Are you blind? Seriously? Pure white coat. Ice blue eyes. Pink ears, nose, and paws. Occasional slight limp on my right paw. My fur is short, my ears are big, my claws are razor sharp, and so are my teeth. . . ."
kin::
Minka- caretaker/friend - deceased
kits::
"Never know. Anything is a possibility"
relationships::
Minka-friend-deceased

[ThunderStarStorm]

Darkeye
Stretching lesuirely, spine popping into place pleasently, the deputy of MistClan rose as with the dusting of grey and pink that was the dawn of a new day. Darkeye opened up his slightly sleep-blurred blue eyes, jaw cracking as he stretched it in a yawn, and he padded out of the warrior's den, tail trailing over Sunstorm, Snakebite, Mouseshadow and Sundance to wake them for dawn patrol and hunting as he did so.
"Morning 'Storm." The male cat greeted his 'sister' quietly when he saw her hazel eyes flutter open and he quickly stepped back, knowing what she was about to do and not wanting to get another scratch across the noise from the grumpy cat when she first woke to a new day.

Sunstorm
Sunstorm woke slowly, brain groggy and fogged by sleep as she peeled open her eyes to catch her friend's paw in her face, and she irratibly rose a claw to swipe at it, making the older cat chuckle lightly in amusment as he skirted away from the sharp weapons. Heaving a large sigh, the she-cat hauled herself from the nest she'd curled up in, and one by one she stretched out her claws letting them scrape the dirt floor of the den lightly.
Flicking her tail over Darkeye's ears, the cat hurried in front of him, catching the thin grey dawn mist just before the sun's first rays strung it to pieces, and relished the quiet of camp when all the others were sleeping away, content and safe in the haven that was now MistClan.

[Mimi-911]

w i l l o w s t a r

The leader of Mistclan woke with a yawn, shadows dancing across the back of her den. The she-cat, rolled over to the other side, still trying to get a few more minutes sleep, but those extra minutes eluded her. When the first bit of chatter started outside her den, Willowstar stood, stretching forwards, her claws digging into the ground. With a satisfying pop, she stood straight, her tail waving. The tabby's mood was calm and relaxed as she stepped out of her den, the morning light dancing along her coat. Shaking her pelt, Willow glanced around. Darkeye, her deputy, was already out and about, along with Sunstorm. A grin played on her features. Those two were always waking up early and making the Clan follow their lead. Her mossy green eyes scanned the entrances of the other dens. For now, no-one else was awake. Typical.

[ThunderStarStorm]

Darkeye
"Goodmorning Willowstar." Darkeye greeted formally, inclining his head at the female cat. His dark-coloured tail flicked, and he took a seat on the ground, curling his tail around his paws and offering her a slight smile - this was one cat the deputy knew he could trust, knew that she would never keep anything from her second-in-command that may potentially endanger anyone in the clan. "I trust you slept well?" In his mouth, his tounge sucked out that last, irratating piece of mouse bone he'd had for dinner yesterday, and the male tom relished the slight taste on his still hungry, thin belly, and celebrated new leaf internally.

Sunstorm
Not nearly as formal as her 'brother', Sunstorm just offered the she-cat a tired grin, hazel eyes sparking as she greeted their leader, "Morning Willow." Ears flicking backwards and forwards to take in all the sounds of their sleepy clan, the she cat's tail flicked against the ground as she remembered something that she'd been meaning to ask the clan leader before but had forgotten about. "Are you going to give me a 'paw soon?" Accidently, she spoke over the top of Darkeye, and she saw his nose twitch, making her grin that slightly bit wider in amusment, "And Coalkit and Goldkit are going to need their 'paw names to, remember? They've only been six moons for a little while now," Here, Sunstorm let loose a small, quiet chuckle, "And they're still driving me crazy about when they get to be apprentices!"

[M e e r k a t]

s ɳ o ω

Snow awoke when the sky was still black. Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump. An irritating noise tore through the hollow tree she was still curled up in. Snow flicked her ears as the sound came again. She hissed. "Stupid Woodpeckers," Snow murmured to no one in particular. Annoyed, she uncurled herself and plodded her way out of the rickety old tree. Snow could never understand why some birds had to start hammering away at trees so much earlier then others. They could at least be somewhat considerate and not peck at the tree she is sleeping in. Snow's ice-blue eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness outside. At first Snow was confused onto why she could not make out any shapes, then she realized that it was the mist that clouded her eyes in the already dark morning. Snow had never really seen mist before, so she wandered off into it, curious.

[Toxi+Bbun]

{Emberpaw}
[Roleplayed By: Toxi]

form❖ click
looks❖ click
rank❖ apprentice
mentor❖ --
with❖ no one really
location❖ camp

Emberpaw awoke as the sun was rising, casting long, early morning shadows. Mist was still in the air, making his sleepy vision even more blurred. Blinking away sleep, Emberpaw stretched and left his resting spot to go to the main part of camp.

There were three others already up. Willowstar, Darkeye, and Sunstorm. He greeted them each with a good morning, as expected of a young apprentice. Emberpaw, being born outside the clan, didn't really know what else to do. Should he eat? Or wait for someone else to tell him to?

Rolling over on his back, he rubbed it against the cold wet grass. It was a very submissive pose, so the tom got to his paws quickly, not wanting to be some kittens play thing in the wee hours of the morning. Sitting by himself, Emberpaw waited for orders to be dished out.