CreekClan Semi●Lit Roleplay (New and Accepting)

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Getting to know you
Username- .::♥Lilystream♥::.
Cat name- Silvertail.
Gender- Female/She-cat
Age- 25 moons.
Rank- Warrior
Desired rank- X.
Desired name- X

On the Inside and the Outside
Appearance- Longhaired silver tabby with amber eyes.
Personality- Very nice and loving, but has a short temper and gets stressed easily.
Brief history- Her mother died during kitting and her sister died from a fox attack when she was an apprentice.

Love Life and Family
Mate- X
Crush- X
Kits- X
Sexuality- ''I like males?''
Kin- ''My mother was called um..Cloudfrost, my father Clawstorm, i had a sister, Whitepaw.
Apprentice(s)- ''I haven't mentored yet, but i would like to.''
Mentor- ''...''
Friends- X
Enemies- X

The Little Details
Breed- ''Im a Norwegian wild-cat.''
Secrets- ''I don't have any''
Likes- '' Um...I like hunting and kits?''
Dislikes- ''I don't like being watched..''
Fears- '' Fire..''
Ambitions- ''One day i would like to become a cat people can look up to''
Advantages- ''Im Fast, good swimmer.''
Disadvantages- ''Im Not very powerful''
Favorite Scent- ''The medicine cat den always smells nice, i like how herbs mix''
Least Favorite Scent- ''Yuck, foxes.''
Favorite Color- ''Violet,''
Least Favorite Color- '' Dark red, blood''
Favorite Prey- ''I like fish, any type''
Least Favorite Prey-'' Vole, eugh.''

Looking a Little Closer
Body features- X
Scars- None.
Eye color- Amber.
Fur color- Silver.
Size- A bit small for her age

Nice Meeting You
Mentor wanted- X
Nicknames- Choose.
Clan/ Residence- CreekClan.
Other- None.
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enter]

Getting to know you
Username- .::♥Lilystream♥::.
Cat name- Silvertail.
Gender- Female/She-cat
Age- 25 moons.
Rank- Warrior
Desired rank- X.
Desired name- X

On the Inside and the Outside
Appearance- Longhaired silver tabby with amber eyes.
Personality- Very nice and loving, but has a short temper and gets stressed easily.
Brief history- Her mother died during kitting and her sister died from a fox attack when she was an apprentice.

Love Life and Family
Mate- X
Crush- X
Kits- X
Sexuality- ''I like males?''
Kin- ''My mother was called um..Cloudfrost, my father Clawstorm, i had a sister, Whitepaw.
Apprentice(s)- ''I haven't mentored yet, but i would like to.''
Mentor- ''...''
Friends- X
Enemies- X

The Little Details
Breed- ''Im a Norwegian wild-cat.''
Secrets- ''I don't have any''
Likes- '' Um...I like hunting and kits?''
Dislikes- ''I don't like being watched..''
Fears- '' Fire..''
Ambitions- ''One day i would like to become a cat people can look up to''
Advantages- ''Im Fast, good swimmer.''
Disadvantages- ''Im Not very powerful''
Favorite Scent- ''The medicine cat den always smells nice, i like how herbs mix''
Least Favorite Scent- ''Yuck, foxes.''
Favorite Color- ''Violet,''
Least Favorite Color- '' Dark red, blood''
Favorite Prey- ''I like fish, any type''
Least Favorite Prey-'' Vole, eugh.''

Looking a Little Closer
Body features- X
Scars- None.
Eye color- Amber.
Fur color- Silver.
Size- A bit small for her age

Nice Meeting You
Mentor wanted- X
Nicknames- Choose.
Clan/ Residence- CreekClan.
Other- None.
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(Accepted)

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➸ Raventhorn ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 25 Moons ➸ Warrior ➸ Single

Raventhorn is a smokey-white tabby. His fur is a canvas of light grey with a few dark brown points on the ridge of his nose and his legs. His tail is a strikingly brown that looks almost out of place from the rest of his body. Raventhorn is a sturdily built and stocky tom. He has short legs and is scarcely taller than the average clan apprentice but weighs in at an even eleven pounds. His paws are large compared to the rest of his body and he sports a round face with small ears. One of the most noticeable things about Raventhorn are his ice-blue, crossed eyes. Though these were the reason he was a little slow to develop eye-paw coordination as a kit they don't impact his daily life too much as an adult ... at least, not most of the time.

Raventhorn's personality is that of a Chipmunk. He is forever finding an endless assortment of things in the woods that he likes to keep tucked away in his secret stash outside of camp. After all one can never have too many funny looking leaves or uniquely colored stones. Much to the dismay of his denmates his nest is often a mess and piled with feathers, rocks and a whole other assortment of things that Raventhorn "Will definably need later so don't throw those out". Apart from his hunter - gatherer tendencies Raventhorn is an all around fun Tom to be with. He's always cheerful and friendly to everyone and while he would fight to help his clan he has never see much sense in it. "Why have enemies if you can have friends instead" is his motto in life. He adores the the 'kits and the 'paws of the clan likely because they have the same go-lucky attitude towards like that he does.

Raventhorn was born into the clan. He came from a litter of four and though he never met his father his mother Foxtail, said that he looks just like him. He had a relatively normal kithood and nothing much out of the ordinary happened to him during his time spent as a 'paw though it may be worth noting that on his first day out hunting with his mentor he caught not one but two rabbits. At the end of the day when Warrior duties are done and fun is to be had one can often find Raventhorn lazing about the nursery entertaining the young kits with stories and games he himself invented.

Raventhorn grew up with Lilystream and fancies her quite a bit. In a clan filled with long legged cats he thinks that the two of them, both equally short, are destined to be the very best of friends ... or possibly even a bit more.

➸ Weaselfur ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 35 Moons ➸ Medicine Cat

Weaslefur has eyes that can be best described as Newleaf Green tinged with the faintest hints of a leafbare orange. No matter how close or how far on is, the sharpest of eyes can see the muscles that stand out in Weaslefurs thin legs. Supportive of his lightly muscled body, his legs are the central of his power, used primarily for hunting, and herb seeking. His shoulders are large and powerful, matching the strength and build of his thighs and back paws. Weaslefurs pelt is a base of sandy brown covered in many fine black and grey stripes. A light grey accents his paws, tail tip, chest and muzzle with a wide dash running across the middle of his forehead. Weaslefur is missing his left ear and though his littermates teased him relentlessly for it during his kithood it is rarely commented on by other members of the clan anymore.

Weaslefur is a soft and kindhearted tom, polite and sincere, noble and protective. Being as soft and sweet as he is, Weaslefur can have his moments of harsh behavior. He stands for what he believes in, and protects all that he holds dear, most importantly the ones in the Clan he resides in. The young Tom is not keen on fighting but uses his minor fighting skills when they really need to be used. He was built for healing and hunting alone and tends to stay neutral in all discussions regarding the raising of claws. Weaslefur has a special talent for healing, so it isn't a surprise if he goes into thorough great detail of herbs and their uses when asked about them. He is an intelligent Tom and usually creates a conversation spiced with similes, metaphors and descriptive words. Weaslefur loves to learn new things and will often watch the Warriors training their apprentices so pick up on the latest battlemoves. In summation he is a very well rounded Tom, not overly spectacular but just unique enough to be the topic of conversation from time to time.

➸ Fernpaw ➸ She Cat ➸ 11 Moons ➸ Apprentice ➸ Single

Fernpaw sports a snow-white forefront that extends to not only half of her face but also onto a few choice patches on her body and hind paws. Overall she could be best described as a grey and brown tabby though her stripes are barely visible giving her a more “patched” look than anything else. Her eyes are a mesmerizing sight, yellow tinged with green and the ever faintest hint of orange. Fernpaw has a very short bobbed tail the rest of her tail is buried somewhere in the forest. As a kit her and her mischievous littermates wandered out of their mothers watchful sight and she got herself tangled in a steel trap and lost part of her tail in the process. She is alright with it though because she feels that it makes her look dangerous and unique.

Fernpaw despite looking like a friendly and easy to love she-cat is anything but. If one could only use a single word to describe this young apprentice it would be sarcastic. She isn’t at all shy about stating her opinion, no matter if it was asked for or not. Some would think this is a bad quality but Fernpaw calls it “just being honest” and afterall, isn’t honestly always the best protocol? Regardless if you don’t like her that’s not her fault and she certainly won’t pine over the loss of your friendship. Fernpaw isn’t the type of she cat you will find batting her eyes and giggling at the Tom. She has far too much respect for herself to ever do, or even think of doing, such a thing. While not outright mean Fernpaw’s bark is just as bad as her bite and it would certainly be wise to not provoke her because she won’t hesitate to bat you over the ears if she feels you are being foolish.

Fernpaw doesn’t like to speak about her past, considering it a taboo subject. Born to a litter of five and a rouge mother times weren’t easy for the little family. Her mother left her near the camp where the clan cats lived hoping they would be found when she was still very young. Her inquisitive nature proved too much for her mother and after she lost her tail to a bear trap Fernpaws mother knew that she couldn’t take care of the spirited kit. Fernpaw has been with the clan ever since she was three moons and though they are welcoming of her and consider her family she still regards herself as an outsider.

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Medicine cat

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ⓝⓐⓜⓔ:

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ⓖⓔⓝⓓⓔⓡ:

fємαℓє

ⓐⓖⓔ:

36 мσσиѕ

ⓡⓐⓝⓚ:

Medicine cat

ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ ｄｅｅｐｅｒ

ⓕⓐⓜⓘⓛⓨ

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ѕριкє-fαтнєя
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ⓒⓡⓤⓢⓗ:

ιмρяєѕѕ нєя.

ⓜⓐⓣⓔ:

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Getting to know you
Username- .::♥Lilystream♥::.
Cat name- Silvertail.
Gender- Female/She-cat
Age- 25 moons.
Rank- Warrior
Desired rank- X.
Desired name- X

On the Inside and the Outside
Appearance- Longhaired silver tabby with amber eyes.
Personality- Very nice and loving, but has a short temper and gets stressed easily.
Brief history- Her mother died during kitting and her sister died from a fox attack when she was an apprentice.

Love Life and Family
Mate- X
Crush- X
Kits- X
Sexuality- ''I like males?''
Kin- ''My mother was called um..Cloudfrost, my father Clawstorm, i had a sister, Whitepaw.
Apprentice(s)- ''I haven't mentored yet, but i would like to.''
Mentor- ''...''
Friends- X
Enemies- X

The Little Details
Breed- ''Im a Norwegian wild-cat.''
Secrets- ''I don't have any''
Likes- '' Um...I like hunting and kits?''
Dislikes- ''I don't like being watched..''
Fears- '' Fire..''
Ambitions- ''One day i would like to become a cat people can look up to''
Advantages- ''Im Fast, good swimmer.''
Disadvantages- ''Im Not very powerful''
Favorite Scent- ''The medicine cat den always smells nice, i like how herbs mix''
Least Favorite Scent- ''Yuck, foxes.''
Favorite Color- ''Violet,''
Least Favorite Color- '' Dark red, blood''
Favorite Prey- ''I like fish, any type''
Least Favorite Prey-'' Vole, eugh.''

Looking a Little Closer
Body features- X
Scars- None.
Eye color- Amber.
Fur color- Silver.
Size- A bit small for her age

Nice Meeting You
Mentor wanted- X
Nicknames- Choose.
Clan/ Residence- CreekClan.
Other- None.
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(Please make a tom, too, to keep genders even c: accepted, though. Sorry Bread but Loki already made the medicine cat :c is it okay if she's a warrior?)

➸ Raventhorn ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 25 Moons ➸ Warrior ➸ Single

Raventhorn is a smokey-white tabby. His fur is a canvas of light grey with a few dark brown points on the ridge of his nose and his legs. His tail is a strikingly brown that looks almost out of place from the rest of his body. Raventhorn is a sturdily built and stocky tom. He has short legs and is scarcely taller than the average clan apprentice but weighs in at an even eleven pounds. His paws are large compared to the rest of his body and he sports a round face with small ears. One of the most noticeable things about Raventhorn are his ice-blue, crossed eyes. Though these were the reason he was a little slow to develop eye-paw coordination as a kit they don't impact his daily life too much as an adult ... at least, not most of the time.

Raventhorn's personality is that of a Chipmunk. He is forever finding an endless assortment of things in the woods that he likes to keep tucked away in his secret stash outside of camp. After all one can never have too many funny looking leaves or uniquely colored stones. Much to the dismay of his denmates his nest is often a mess and piled with feathers, rocks and a whole other assortment of things that Raventhorn "Will definably need later so don't throw those out". Apart from his hunter - gatherer tendencies Raventhorn is an all around fun Tom to be with. He's always cheerful and friendly to everyone and while he would fight to help his clan he has never see much sense in it. "Why have enemies if you can have friends instead" is his motto in life. He adores the the 'kits and the 'paws of the clan likely because they have the same go-lucky attitude towards like that he does.

Raventhorn was born into the clan. He came from a litter of four and though he never met his father his mother Foxtail, said that he looks just like him. He had a relatively normal kithood and nothing much out of the ordinary happened to him during his time spent as a 'paw though it may be worth noting that on his first day out hunting with his mentor he caught not one but two rabbits. At the end of the day when Warrior duties are done and fun is to be had one can often find Raventhorn lazing about the nursery entertaining the young kits with stories and games he himself invented.

Raventhorn grew up with Lilystream and fancies her quite a bit. In a clan filled with long legged cats he thinks that the two of them, both equally short, are destined to be the very best of friends ... or possibly even a bit more.

➸ Weaselfur ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 35 Moons ➸ Medicine Cat

Weaslefur has eyes that can be best described as Newleaf Green tinged with the faintest hints of a leafbare orange. No matter how close or how far on is, the sharpest of eyes can see the muscles that stand out in Weaslefurs thin legs. Supportive of his lightly muscled body, his legs are the central of his power, used primarily for hunting, and herb seeking. His shoulders are large and powerful, matching the strength and build of his thighs and back paws. Weaslefurs pelt is a base of sandy brown covered in many fine black and grey stripes. A light grey accents his paws, tail tip, chest and muzzle with a wide dash running across the middle of his forehead. Weaslefur is missing his left ear and though his littermates teased him relentlessly for it during his kithood it is rarely commented on by other members of the clan anymore.

Weaslefur is a soft and kindhearted tom, polite and sincere, noble and protective. Being as soft and sweet as he is, Weaslefur can have his moments of harsh behavior. He stands for what he believes in, and protects all that he holds dear, most importantly the ones in the Clan he resides in. The young Tom is not keen on fighting but uses his minor fighting skills when they really need to be used. He was built for healing and hunting alone and tends to stay neutral in all discussions regarding the raising of claws. Weaslefur has a special talent for healing, so it isn't a surprise if he goes into thorough great detail of herbs and their uses when asked about them. He is an intelligent Tom and usually creates a conversation spiced with similes, metaphors and descriptive words. Weaslefur loves to learn new things and will often watch the Warriors training their apprentices so pick up on the latest battlemoves. In summation he is a very well rounded Tom, not overly spectacular but just unique enough to be the topic of conversation from time to time.

➸ Fernpaw ➸ She Cat ➸ 11 Moons ➸ Apprentice ➸ Single

Fernpaw sports a snow-white forefront that extends to not only half of her face but also onto a few choice patches on her body and hind paws. Overall she could be best described as a grey and brown tabby though her stripes are barely visible giving her a more “patched” look than anything else. Her eyes are a mesmerizing sight, yellow tinged with green and the ever faintest hint of orange. Fernpaw has a very short bobbed tail the rest of her tail is buried somewhere in the forest. As a kit her and her mischievous littermates wandered out of their mothers watchful sight and she got herself tangled in a steel trap and lost part of her tail in the process. She is alright with it though because she feels that it makes her look dangerous and unique.

Fernpaw despite looking like a friendly and easy to love she-cat is anything but. If one could only use a single word to describe this young apprentice it would be sarcastic. She isn’t at all shy about stating her opinion, no matter if it was asked for or not. Some would think this is a bad quality but Fernpaw calls it “just being honest” and afterall, isn’t honestly always the best protocol? Regardless if you don’t like her that’s not her fault and she certainly won’t pine over the loss of your friendship. Fernpaw isn’t the type of she cat you will find batting her eyes and giggling at the Tom. She has far too much respect for herself to ever do, or even think of doing, such a thing. While not outright mean Fernpaw’s bark is just as bad as her bite and it would certainly be wise to not provoke her because she won’t hesitate to bat you over the ears if she feels you are being foolish.

Fernpaw doesn’t like to speak about her past, considering it a taboo subject. Born to a litter of five and a rouge mother times weren’t easy for the little family. Her mother left her near the camp where the clan cats lived hoping they would be found when she was still very young. Her inquisitive nature proved too much for her mother and after she lost her tail to a bear trap Fernpaws mother knew that she couldn’t take care of the spirited kit. Fernpaw has been with the clan ever since she was three moons and though they are welcoming of her and consider her family she still regards herself as an outsider.

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