Wild Clan V3 Open And Accepting

[wildflower woods]

I was going to wait for one more person, but that doesn't seem like it's going to happen so feel free to start when you want to

[ChocoBirb]

Username: Choco_Birb
Cat name: Almond Fall
Warrior name: AlmondFall
Gender: Male
Age(In moons): 27 moons
Rank: Warrior
Wanted rank: Warrior
Look/Description: A slender tortoiseshell tom with honey colored eyes, his posture as if he is always exhausted.
Mate/Crush: None
Kits: None
Kin: Owl Paw
Personality: He is quiet and tends to keep to himself. Almond Fall takes life at a slow pace and enjoys the smaller things in life. He usually talks in riddles, or as little as he can for that matter. He doesn't have too many aspirations other than abiding by the warrior code. Due to several of his personality traits, he tends to be awkward in social matters. His humor is hardly there as he takes almost everything literally. Despite the way he moves around, Almond Fall is a very energetic cat. Almond Fall doesn't wish to have a mate or children as he sees it as too much worrying for himself.
History(Optional): ~Unsure~
Other: ~None as of yet~

[ChocoBirb]

Username: Choco_Birb
Cat name: Owl paw
Warrior name: Owl Flight
Gender: She-cat
Age(In moons): 8
Rank: Apprentice
Wanted rank: Warrior
Look/Description: A brown, tabby she-cat with white patches, seaweed colored eyes, and a slightly stocky form.
Mate/Crush: None/Open
Kits: None
Kin: Almond Fall (older brother)
Personality: Owl paw is a very cocky she-cat. She has the heart of a giant and the confidence of a bull. She puts up a brave, fearless front when giving any task. She is always up to do almost anything with hardly any questions asked. Owl paw, however, tends to be clumsy due to her aloofness. She would try and fight a dog head-on without a second thought (and terribly lose). Along with all of her confidence comes a bit of anger issues that she has. She can usually be found huffing and puffing over something small. She aims to be the best warrior there is, but will her personality cloud her vision of what's right in front of her?
History(Optional): ~May add~
Other: ~None For Now~

[wildflower woods]

Accepted!

[Fortune's Fool]

Username:
Fortune's Fool
Cat name:
Breezesong
Gender:
Tom
Age(In moons):
Thirty-one moons
Rank:
Medicine Cat
Wanted rank:
Obtained
Mate/Crush:
N/a
Kin:
Windflower {mother}, Kestreltalon {father}, possible younger siblings? {open}
Personality:
Fairly relaxed and laid back, at surface level Breezesong could easily be mistaken for almost being 'lazy'. He's friendly and outgoing, and almost quite charming in how he's always making some sort of noise, be it humming, singing, or talking. His voice is very melodious, pleasant background noise for the medicine cat's den. He tells stories often and its not unusual for kits to try to weasel a story or two out of him while he's sorting herbs. Despite his demeanor, most of the clan knows that Breezesong is a very capable medicine cat, intelligent and talented beneath his songs and stories. He has a strong love for the entire clan but an especially large soft spot for kits.
History:
A rare case of being born the only kit in his litter -- no stillborn, no illness, it was simply just... him -- young Breezekit was spoiled beyond belief by his still fairly young parents. He never wanted for attention or affection and from almost the instant the kit could make a sound, he wouldn't stop. Playful little songs about a spider in the corner of the nursery, tales of an adventurous moss ball that had other kits enraptured.
The medicine cat at the time -- Petalheart -- was getting on in age, tired to the point where she wanted to retire but never finding a suitable apprentice. When Breezekit was nearing his sixth moon and the beginning of his apprenticeship, Petalheart was granted a dream that offered only a single sentence of five words:
"Guide the song-filled breeze."
It didn't take a genius to figure out what 'song-filled breeze' meant. And so Breezepaw began his apprenticeship and journey to becoming a medicine cat. He's rather content with his role.

[wildflower woods]

Accepted! feel free to start the roleplay whenever you want

[Seall]

Braveheart
tags: no one | no mate | she-cat | 50 moons

It was a brand new day. Braveheart slowly padded out of the warriors' den. She had barely gotten any sleep due to the continuous yowling of her clanmates. Why did they have to have nightmares during the night of the day she'd start teaching her apprentice battle moves? The spotted cat made her way across the clearing and snatched a juicy squirrel off the fresh-kill pile. She bent down and started enjoying the fresh prey.

[Fortune's Fool]

Breezesong -- Tom -- Medicine Cat -- 31 moons -- Medicine Cat's Den > Camp
"Wise stars watch the clan below, to guide their hearts through rain and snow," it was hardly unusual for Breezesong's voice to filter out of the medicine cat's den and into camp, and honestly he was barely aware that he was doing so, eyes focused downward as he sorted out stale herbs from his stores, "worry not as we travel through night, for the sun always rises and the future is bright." It devolved into muffled humming as he scooped up the herbs that could not be used, emerging from his den to dispose of them before he could grab something to eat.

[ChocoBirb]

OwlPaw -- Tags: None -- She cat -- Moons: 8 -- Mood: Tired -- Location: Camp

The young apprentice fluttered her eyes open. She stretched, her short fur rising as she did so. She stood and padded out of the apprentice den. She nearly stumbled but managed to keep her balance. Her murky yellow orbs gazed up at the sun, narrowing. She let out a small purr before padding towards the middle of the camp. Her multicolored paws picked up pace as the thought of a fresh piece of prey filled her mind.

AlmondFall -- Tags: BreezeSong, BraveHeart -- Tom -- Moons: 27 -- Mood: Calm -- Location: The entrance of the warriors' den

The slender tom had been awake for a few hours. He'd watch the sunrise every morning, it helped to motivate him for the day. It wasn't a secret that he chose to not sleep often. He let out a small yawn before closing his eyes for a moment and shaking his head a bit. His honey eyes observed both BreezeSong and Braveheart before noticing his younger sister. His belly was rather full, he had eaten not long ago. His tortoiseshell paws flexed on top of the grass below him.

[Rae'tia]

Fadedember
❝The Suvivor❞
gender; Non-binary age; 32 moons rank; Warrior sexuality; Pansexual
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mentions; Aspenflight tagged; Open

indentationStepping out into the light of the clan's camp, Fadedember gave a yawn, blinking lazily before stretching. Their copper-colored eyes, flickered around camp silently searching for their uncle; Aspenflight. They'd hoped to see the older tom before they were sent on a patrol or something. Taking in the cats around them, the slenderly built feline padded toward the prey pile and picked up a crow that they'd remembered catching the night before. Padding over to their usual eating place, the dilute tortie laid down and began to de-feather the birth so they could eat it.

Crestpaw
❝The Loyal❞
gender; Female age; 8 moons Rank; Apprentice sexuality; Heterosexual
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mentions; Owlpaw, Snowkit & Silverstar tagged; Braveheart

indentationCrestpaw hadn't slept well the night before, and so had been awake for a while when she finally spotted a few of her clan-mates getting up. She nodded to Owlpaw as she passed the other she-cat. Glancing at the nursery where Snowkit slept, a frown marred her face. It was unusual that a cat of the toms age had yet to be made an apprentice. A seven moon old kit was odd, considering kits normally became apprentices at six moons. Her seafoam green gaze flickered to Silverstar's den, silently figuring that her leader had a reason, before picking up a mouse. Trotting over to the nursery the she-cat dropped off the mouse, as was one of her duties as an apprentice. With that done, the cream and white she-cat padded towards Braveheart; her mentor. She approached the spotted she-cat with a purr, "What are we doing this morning, Braveheart?"

Aspenflight
❝The Father Figure❞
gender; Male age; 63 moons rank; Warrior sexuality; Homosexual
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mentions; Fadedember tagged; Open

indentationSlowly the predator padded into camp, tail flicking about lazily. In his jaws, he held two rabbits and a mouse. Aspenflight had gotten up much earlier than most of his clan-mates and had decided to go hunting. It wasn't unusual to see him up and about hours before most of the clan awoke, most of the time he would clean up any messes that other cats left-behind, which mostly consisted of bones or balls of moss. Though from time to time, the tom would sort through the clans prey-pile and throw out anything that was beginning to rot to the point of crow-food. That wasn't often though so he didn't often have to worry about it. The tom let out a rumbling purr as he spotted his Nephew, as he dropped off his kills. He'd eaten before he'd gone out hunting so he wasn't hungry at the moment. All he had to do now was wait for patrols.