SunClan's Story [New Thread]

[Paper-Thorn]

Please someone rp with me

[Shiko Hayashi]

{ I will as soon as I get the okay from Cali Paper. Okay? }

[Marmoset]

Name: Ghostprint
Age: 24 Moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Original Clan: RainClan

Image/Description:

Ghostprint is very short and small for his age. His pelt is all white, except for splotches of dark ginger on his paws and across his muzzle. His fur is long, and tends to stick up and out around his ears and chin. He also has tufted paws. He has deep golden eyes, giving him a very wise stare for a such a young warrior.

Personality:

Ghostprint was originally very hesitant at joining one clan. He stayed out of the whole thing for a long while. But eventually his Clan instincts brought him back. His loyalty is proven by his determination to be as good as the larger warriors, his stubborness when it comes to a battle, and his care when he puts his paw up to help out the clanmates and clan he's come to love. Ghostprint can be quite charming at times, unless he's boasting about a hunt or challenging his fellow warriors to duel. Because of his small size, he's quite quick and agile, but he can't run long distances or climb trees. Ghostprint often gets teased by other warriors, being called 'Ghostpaw' or 'Ghostkit' because of his size, he can't ignore them, and tends to get riled up extremely easy.

I'm sorry if this isn't enough.. I'll try to add more if it's not

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Name: Ichabod
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Kittypet/loner

Image/Description:

Like this, but with pale green eyes

History:

Was a kittypet since birth, although he left after hearing about SunClan from a loner. He joined SunClan soon after, choosing to keep his name since it reminded him of how boring his life was before he joined the clan, and he wanted to put some interest in it. In his words - "So that when future generations hear my name spoken in stories, they will remember it, and think, 'Wow, I want to be a warrior like Ichabod!'"

[leirah.]

( I can rp Paper.)

[SukarettoYanagi]

The she-cat narrows her eyes challengingly. Mintsplash sees this opportunity, and darts over to the side and into the thick grasses. She slinks to the back side of Loudpaw, and crouches down as low as her legs could handle. She wanted to test her apprentice's nose and locating skills. Her gray fur was a dead giveaway, but she figured that she was low and still enough to not be spotted easily. With the slightest movement, Mintsplash raises her tail to feel the cool wind. Across. Loudpaw will have to use his ears and senses to spot me. Let's see how clever you are, Loudpaw. You seem like a fine tom already.

Loudpaw's gaze followed where she disappeared to. He sented the air and followed her sent, but quickly loosing it when the wind blew. Mousedung! What now? he fretted to himself, pricking his ears for any sound of her or a rustle of grass that might giver her away. A blade of grass near him moved and he lept, landing on a mouse and killing it instantly. He jumped back in surprise when he heard it's squeeke. Noseing aside the flattened grasses that covered it, he discovered the mouse's still, limp body. "A mouse? I actually caught something..." he mewed softly.

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Stormkit watched as Otterkit smiled gently at her with his body filled with no fear as he stood in front of the medical den. He spoke that he would be here with her the entire time, and told her of an event he hurt himself to get healed by the same cat. She blinked her eyes softly as she stared into the dark den. Then, with a small shake of her pelt she went inside the follow the large grey cat. Inside there was all sort of things, she noticed herb piles stacked in order -for ones she knew- and moss beds inside that looked clean fresh, and with a small glance down at her paws she could notice them gently bleeding on the ground now that they didn't go back into her paws. Her eyes looked towards Otterkit, and then at the older cat as her tail flicked gently in slight nervousness.

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[No Mentor[] She-cat [] Mood: Nervous [] Location: Camp[] Single]

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Shiverwhisker smiled warmly down at her and bent down to pick her up by the scruff. He set her down in a soft, mossy nest where he turned his attention to her paws. He had wet moss with him and began to dab gentally at her paws, whipping away the blood. He blinked, knowing he had to giver her a poppy seed. He didn't really know what to do, but he'd try his best. "Stormkit. I'm going to ask you to be strong, because I honestly don't know what to do. Can you try to retract your claws for me? I'll give you half a poppy seed after we're finished and you can curl up in a nest of your choice and rest. Ok?" he meowed gentally, looking at her with calm, green eyes.

[E c h o]

Catching the sound of rustling, Mintsplash pokes her head out in curiosity. "Did you catch something?" the gray warrior asks while padding over to her apprentice. She fixes her gaze on the small mouse in front of her apprentice, and her eyes lit up." Amazing Loudpaw! You're a natural!" she exclaims in awe. "The way you immediately aimed for the rustling in the meadows was an act that any apprentice would have followed, though. Just take note that warriors will normally be as still as possible in battle. Another way you could try to find your enemy is by running with the wind for a little bit, then test the air. It does nit always work, though, so you will have to be alert." Mintsplash instructs. "Other than that, you were great! Why, in a few moons, you're going to be the finest hunter in SunClan! Why don't we deliver this mouse to Eaglestar when we get back to camp? I'm sure she will be very proud." she adds.

[E c h o]

Name: Swiftcreek

Age: 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Original Clan: StoneClan
Image/Description: Swiftcreek
Swiftcreek is a handsome tom with dark, dark gray tabby fur. He has bits of dark brown fur spread out as well. He had deep amber eyes, nearly orange, and three claw marks on his cheek. Swiftcreek has a lean, yet muscular build, perfect for swift running.
Personality (Optional): Swiftcreek is quite friendly and is your average warrior. He is undyingly loyal to his clan, only he is a cat who accepts change. This tom also does have a hobby of carving bark or wood pieces, and is overjoyed whenever someone takes interest in them. He often mourns for the death of his mate in the fire, and often recalls good memories that they shared. Swiftcreek may be a cat that just needs a little love, but he is not the type who immediately falls for a she-cat.
History (Optional): Mostly said above. He had a great clan life in StoneClan, and enjoyed being with his mate.
(Sorry if the colors are a little too much! I just wanted to put a little color into my form since I can only post a URL for the picture.)

[TheCalicoTabby]

{Hey! Sorry I haven't been on much lately; I got a new video game and I've been spending a lot of time playing it. I've been trying to keep up with this, even if I wasn't posting, so I think I know most of what I've missed, story-wise. But if possible, could anyone who's waiting for a reply from me--either to accept a form or in the RP--link to the form/quote the post? Unless it's on this page or the one before it, I think I can find those on my own. Thanks in advance, I'll try to get caught up with this when I get home tonight. }

[tealbananas]

(Urr recap?)

[suzhay]

( Ok, Calico. There are three new forms: Ghostprint, Ichabod, and Swiftcreek. All three are on this page. I think Eaglestar and Lightpaw are in the clear on replies. You can choose what you want to do with them. Pebblerun has Grinner pinned to the ground. I'm not sure about your other characters.
@hailey9~ What character/s do you play? )