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Crossedreed

Gender;;
I be quite clearly a tom.
Secret Crush;;
Why should I tell you? (Fawnstar)
Mate;;
Uh, none.
Kits;;
How am I going to have kits with no mate Fool?
Pelt Color;;
I'm reddish ginger. Can you not see?
Eye Color;;
They are clearly green.
Personality;;
(Me) *knocks Crossedreed away* Crossedreed can be fussy, and a bit moany. But once you get to know him, he lets out a kind spirit, that makes him get along with you. But seriously, don't say well-done to him, or he's replaced by some boasting spirit.
History;;
*Crossedreed comes back* I was born into this clan and grew up, my mother and father died. OK I don't wanna talk about it.
Theme song;;
Theme song? I do not have one.
Image:

Other;;
Hey?
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MelodyFlame.
Gender;;
She-cat :3
Secret Crush;;
Eeh none.
Mate;;
-.-
Kits;;

Pelt Color;;
Sandy
Eye Color;;
Green
Personality;;
Melodyflame is a sweet she-cat with a good hunting talent, and she is kind to others and a close friend to Crossedreed.
History;;
I don't wanna talk about it.
Theme song;;
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Image:

Other;;
answer here
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[derision]

{sorry, deputy is reserved, art, one moment, sneaking on and i am very busy}

[luxray;]

(What about Medicine cat?)

[derision]

{open, guys forgt to add rank on, can you please tell me them?}

[fairyheart]

☯ jínхshαdє ☯ 25 ☯ shє-cαt ☯ wαrríσr ☯

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☯ ☯ T h e O n e A n d O n l y ☯ ☯

Why hello there! My name is Jinxshade pleasure to meat you… yeah right. If you were expecting some kind, warm and fuzzy greeting your terribly wrong. You my friend are lucky to even be speaking with me… I'm not the friendliest cat in the neighbourhood, and yes I am perfectly fine with that. I'm known as the anti-social one… The one who nobody ever sees. And if you do however manage to get a glimpse of me, it's for the shortest second.

☯ name ☯ Jinxshade
☯ age ☯ 25 moons
☯ gender ☯ She-cat
☯ rank ☯ ______
☯ clan ☯ ______

I am the age of 25 moons, and sadly still growing… My attitude is bad as it is, imagine me as an elder! Now that would be a sight to see. Anyway, as I was saying I am the solid age of 25 moons, though my size may deceive that. As for my gender, if you haven't already figured that out you really do deserve a claw to the eye, and I am certainly offering to do just that.

Sadly, I belong to the powerclan of Emberclan, as the rank of a warrior. I have always been this position, as I didn't grow up in the clan. Rather I wandered across it as a rouge, one of the reasons as to why I am so anti-social. I just don't really trust anyone in this clan… But the leader of course.

☯ ☯ A t F i r s t G l a n c e ☯ ☯

Not that I really care about what I look like, some people say I have certain features about me that are rather unique. My eyes... Ahh well most say that's the most significant thing about me. Thing is my eye colour is very rare for a cat like myself. Yeah, there blue but it's the type of blue that makes it so unique. I have foam, well more like turquoise blue eyes that can catch almost anything from a distance, a skill I've carried since birth.

☯ pelt colour ☯ Black
☯ eye colour ☯ Turquoise blue
☯ build ☯ Small and slime
☯ length ☯ Short haired

This is pretty simple. I was named after my pitch black pelt, there's not a single blemish of colour on my brilliant coat of fur. It always gives me the advantage when battling or spying in the night, I blend right in. It also helps to avoid all you pesky annoying cats I would rather not speak with.

I describe my body frame as tiny and agile, perfect for sneak attacks and quick getaways. However I do have a small body frame making me an easy target for the larger cats who are trained in battle, well trained to use their size. I'm not the best in battle, but at night I am known as the killer you could say. No I don't kill on sight, but I can on command. Bolting from the tree tops is my specialty. Along with me being very slim, I can fit into small hard to fit places.

☯ ☯ B e h i n d T h e M a s k ☯ ☯

Grumpiness. The mood that occurs most from me. I'm known to be grumpy. Either it's because I'm fatigued or starved it's always something. You just gotta deal with it, i'm not a friendly cat in general. If you want to change me, the clan exit is that way.

I get the nickname "Shadow Stalker" from the fact that i'm just not comfortable around other cats... It's just this problem I have. You may call it shy, I prefer to call it Anti-Social. I don't have alot of skills socially, so why take the effort to learn? Clan gatherings, anything I'm the one off to the side, hidding away. Very rarely will I be intermixed within the croud.

☯ strongest traits ☯ grumpy, anti-social, protective
☯ likes ☯Bbeing alone, silence, stalking, night sky
☯ dislikes ☯ Mouse-brains, annoying kits, talking, cocky cats
☯ dreams ☯ To be loved, To find a friend
☯ fears ☯ Fire, Drowning, Badgers, Her father

For all you mouse brains out there, I have a really nasty temper. Get me angry and you will pay. Wiether it's loosing an ear, eye, paw I will make you suffer. It's normally the enemy that angers me, and sometimes it ends with the death of the poor cat. This is where the my Bi-Polar personality comes into play. Within a second, a breath I can go from calm to a raging badger. It's best to not tick me off, that's your only warning.

Yeah your probably thinking, Yup avoiding this She-cat at all costs. But hey, I'm not all full of hatrid. I can be nice, I can be gentle as weird as it sounds. But that is a very rare occasion. If you actually take the time to get to know me, soften up to my pelt I can return the favour in many ways. Wiether it's saving your pelt from an attacker to- Yeah I'm not even going to get into the Loove part of me. Cause trust me, you would have to be pretty straight on about getting there. However, I can be very protective of someone I do care about. Wither it be a family member, friend, or lover I will protect them. Even if it means coming out of my shell, which is a very hard thing for me to do.

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☯ ☯ P a s t T o P r e s e n t ☯ ☯

Well... Your a lucky cat I will say that. I rarely ever speak of my past... I prefer to not remember it. Well here it goes…
I was born in a harsh family. Well it was my father who was harsh, he was a horrible tom. I detested him with all my heart. The night was stormy and my unlucky mother was taken by suprise as the kittens, myself and my brother were ready to be born. The two mates had been traveling away from a flood, and my mother was terribly sick. It was a horrible fate for her that night. At birth she was taken away from us which meant one thing. We were stuck with our cruel horrible father. His name was Talon, the worst father I could ever wish for. At the age of four moons he trained us in battle skills, forcing each other to fight ourselves as there were no other cats around. He trained us brutally, abusing us in the process if we didn't perfom correctly. At the age of 13 moons, a lucky strike came upon me and my brother. My father was diagnosed with a horrible sickness which slowly killed him. Eventually he died. Once this happened we fleed both joining the clan.

☯ mother ☯ Unknown (Deceased)
☯ father ☯ Talon (Deceased)
☯ siblings ☯ Falconheart (Alive)
☯ kin ☯ N / A

☯ ☯ P a w s N o t C l a w s ☯ ☯

Crushes are things that are rarely developed. Love isn't a feeling I often have, even if the Tom is very handsome. I just find toms and I don't mix… Especially in the love kind of way. If anyone did approach me in such a way, I don't know how I would react. It's very rare for someone to ever, and I mean ever show any interest in me. Even as a friend. If others don't make an effort, why should I?

☯ crush ☯ N / A
☯ mate ☯ N / A
☯ ex mate(s) ☯ N / A
☯ kits ☯ N / A

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{ WIP ^^ Making male soon }

[fairyheart]

name : Falconheart
age : 25
gender : Tom
clan : ______
rank : Warrior

mother : unknown (deceased)
father : Talon (Deceased)
siblings : Jinxshade (Alive)
crush : N / A
mate : N / A

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Why hello there stranger! I do not believe we have met. I'm Falconheart, it's a pleasure to meet you! Why am I named Falconheart? Well I actually don't know... I lost my mother at birth so I never really knew her, truthfully I didn't really have any parents… Back on topic now! Yes, I am a Tom most can tell right off the bat! I act, battle and speak like the tom I am. My age? Why I am forever young! Ahh... I wish. I'm actually 25 moons and counting. Luckily for me my spots don't make me look old... At least I think they don't.


I like to call my appereance a unique design, mainly because it is. I'm a bengal cat, a very rare handsom breed. In other words, I look like a giant speckled cat!

As I explained before, I'm a bengal cat. My fur is unique compared to other, mainly because I don't have just one solid color. My pelt consists of many spot like patterns, the outside's are darker then my base fur color, while the inside of the dot is a lighter shade then the outer edges, but darker then my base. I'm also a short haired cat.

Well my eyes are the usual spring green, they basically match my look. Nothing out of the ordinary, as many cats have spring green eyes like myself. They aren't the most unique part of me. However the sense of sight is one of my strongest skills. I have been known to have very keen eyes for prey, and enemies.

When you imagine a tom, do you see a large and muscular frame? Well if you do then I probably will catch you by surprise. I am the complete opposite from that, having a very lean and tiny body frame. I am built for speed, rather than strength. If caught in one to one combat, I will most likely be defeated. My hind legs have the most muscle, mainly because those are what power my incredible speed. [/quote]



{ big wip }

[aether.]

Name: This is Risingsun. He was formerly called a loner named Raze.
Gender: Tom || Male.
Age: He has just turned seventeen moons. Which is about one year and five months.
Rank: He is a young warrior among the Clan.
Rank wanted: Risingsun's happy with whatever he gets.
Crush: Never really had one.
Mate: None.
Kits: He doesn't care much for kits. Too whiny and needy.
Personality: To start off, Risingsun has been described as confident. So confident he's almost arrogant. He believes deeply in himself and is cocky, especially when it comes to battles and fights. Because of his cockiness, he tends to act a bit reckless. Also described as 'lionhearted', he proves to be brave and daring. Despite him being this noble and valiant, he's very indifferent about his Clan, meaning he could care less about what happens to them. He has no passion for his Clan or clan-mates, showing that he only cares for himself. Which is correct, Risingsun cares for him and no one else, not family, not friends, no one. One of his biggest downfalls is his inattention to his Clan. Much to the annoyance of his clan-mates, he is well known for being impudent and for the most part inconsiderate. Disrespectful towards everyone, no matter who they are, even the Clan's leader. He is the exact opposite of polite. He is a very clumsy hunter, making several blunders every time he attempts to catch even the simplest of prey. Because of Risingsun's graceless hunting skills, he tends to avoid any type of hunting, only really going when it's necessary. However, he is a very skilled fighter, which only adds to his ego. He's clever and agile. Overall, Risingsun is a short-tempered rude tom with a huge ego. He does have his share of bad personality traits, but believe it or not, there are times when he can be friendly and kind.
History: His mother was a calico she-cat by the name of Cherryflower. She was once a warrior in the Clan. She was described as loyal to the very end but that all changed when she met Risingsun's father. His father was a rouge by the name of Boulder. Boulder was wise, strong, everything Cherryflower ever wanted in a mate. But there was only one problem. He had been exiled from the Clans and was against them, hating with a burning passion. Despite her friends' warnings, she kept seeing Boulder and eventually discovered she was going to have kits. Knowing that her Clan probably wouldn't be happy with her having kits with a rouge, she left during the night and never looked back. Just a few days later, she gave birth to three toms in a abandoned den outside the Clan's territory. Risingsun was one of the three. One was a solid black tom named Night and the other was a orange tabby named Red. Night and Red died shortly after their birth but Risingsun survived. Boulder was no where to be seen and Cherryflower was very weak after having the kits. She buried Night and Red and crawled back towards her old territory. She dropped Risingsun off on the Clan's border and died just moments after. Her body was buried beside her two sons. Boulder was never seen again and he probably doesn't know about Cherryflower's death. After this, he grew up in the Clan, having the regular life of a Clan cat.
Written looks: Risingsun is a thin gray tabby tom. His pelt is thin but thick, keeping his warm during the coldest of times. He has black stripes along his gray fur. He has a small scar on his brown nose. He has a very long tail, white whiskers, and huge ears that stick out on the top of his head. His eyes a dazzling bright green that seem to pierce right through you. He has sharp yellow fangs.
Other: Nothing left to say. c:

[derision]

ACCEPTED

[luxray;]

(Also, can Pineclan gather with Hawkclan, once it gets going?)
(Reserving medicine cat while I work on a form.)

[derision]

{yes, that would be great. shall we need a NEW gathering thread? the other has four already.}
{okay}