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My gallery · by **ossa di cervo** » Mon May 21, 2012 8:45 am

((Gah! I shall finish these ASAP! Must go out to get new glasses now though. /shot))

..lost in the mood..

♒ { Fawnheart } . { Female } . { Warrior } . { Oblivious } ♒

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{.{ n a m e }.}

Fawnheart

A simple name for a simple she-cat.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

She-cat

{.{ a g e }.}

26 moons

{.{ r a n k }.}

Warrior

The rank Fawnheart always yearned for, she wants nothing higher. She's content with being a warrior for her Clan.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

Queen

Fawnheart, like any other she-cat, dreams of someday having kits then returning to her work as a warrior.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

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Energetic

Fawnheart's presence is the definition of energetic. Her mere looks echo with energy and excitement. Her body is always in motion and it's a rare sight to catch her sitting still and looking sorrowful. She is neither strikingly beautiful nor is she horribly disfigured; she is just there more often then not. She is of the average size for a she-cat and her paws are well proportioned to her size. Her tail on the other hand, is rather long and with it's length comes some rather lengthy fur. While all of the white patches of her fur remain clean and spotless, her tail tends to be rather dirty and unattended. "It just takes so much time.." is something Fawnheart tends to say when her tail is in question. Why clean something when it will get twice as dirty in two seconds? Orange and black spots cover her back creating a small map across her body while her underside is clear and white. Her face is for the most part white, except the small black spot on the left side of her pink nose and her right eye appears to be caked in eyeliner.

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Sleek

Fawnheart keeps her fur tidy and neat, sleeking it back against her frame so she isn't a poof-ball when roaming camp. Her fur is long and needs intensive care which Fawnheart has grown to live with. When she was a kit she used to hate cleaning her fur for it was almost a 24/7 task. Every time she goes out she has to clean her fur after.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Average

Fawnhearts body is clear of scars or disfigurations except for the one toe on her front right foot that is crooked and missing a claw. Her body is of average size and built for no specialty. She's an all around cat that is average at just about everything. She's not better at hunting or swimming, she's just okay at everything.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Curious

Fawnheart's eyes are a deep gold and they're always open and searching for something new. Even if it's in other cats, it's like she's looking past you for something new about their personality or character.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Loud

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

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{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Not much happened to Fawnheart while she was a kit or an apprentice. Her parents were both very diligent, respectful warriors and she was born to a littler of three. Her parents both passed away while she was an apprentice, her mother due to greencough and her father passed due to old age. Her brother ended up leaving the Clan for his own reasons shortly after becoming a warrior and her sister got attacked by a badger while still a kit so Fawnheart doesn't remember any of that. The most notable thing about Fawnheart's past would be the time her and her mother went out and trailed down a fox for several yards. That's one of Fawnheart's most treasured memories of her and her mother as she has very little of them to begin with. This dull past doesn't effect the she-cat though, she has a good time and enjoys life to the fullest because she understands that life has it's boundaries.

{.{ m a t e }.}

None

But she is always looking!

{.{ k i n }.}

Mother

The young she-cat passed away due to Greencough.

Father

The respectful tom passed away of old age.

Brother

Previously known as Spidertail, the tom left the Clan to start a life of his own, taking the name 'Spider'

Sister

The kit died from a badger attack.

{.{ k i t s }.}

None!

Hey, Mr. Rager, tell me where you're goin'..

♒ { Cricketpaw } . { Tom } . { Medicine Cat Apprentice } . { Spiteful } ♒

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{.{ n a m e }.}

Cricketpaw

No one is quite sure what made Cricketpaw's mother name him as she did, but most believe it was the insanity in the back of her mind. Nothing about Cricketpaw reminds anyone of a cricket at all; most think of the opposite.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

Cricketfang

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

Tom

It isn't exactly the most apparent thing with the young cat.

{.{ a g e }.}

8 moons

{.{ r a n k }.}

Medicine Cat Apprentice

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

Medicine Cat

Nothing Cricketpaw necessarily wants, it's just the only roll he can fill.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Petite

More often then not, Cricketpaw is mistaken for a she-cat. His body is small and he has a graceful walk, even though more often then not he's sulking. The tom is itty bitty with paws that are extra large, causing him to have a rather quiet footfall and he uses this to his advantage, sometimes sneaking up on other cats. His face is beautifully rounded and his ears are large and well sat on his head, not to large nor to small. Cricketpaw generally has a problem with his fur in the morning for it sticks all over and he occasionally doesn't take the time to take care of it and make it flat again. More often then not, he has a large, ruffled spine after waking up, making him look rather upset and ready to pounce.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Clean

Cricketpaw tends to keep his fur spotless although it isn't always straight and proper. There is rarely ever a blemish on his perfect white fur.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Compact

For an apprentice, Cricketpaw's body is oddly compact. His legs aren't long and lanky as if he's growing up, it's like his body has already filled up. He has squared out shoulders and legs that aren't horribly long or short. He looks like a grown cat, only a really small grown cat.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Dual

Cricketpaw's left eye is a deep green while his right is a bright, icy blue. This sometimes gives other cats chills especially for how Cricketpaw uses his eyes. He's usually seen glaring at others and giving others the impression that he's about to strike up against the whole Clan. For a cat with such an awful disposition, his eyes work rather well for him.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Aggressive

No one is sure what exactly went wrong with Cricketpaw, they just know he hates the world. For an apprentice he has a rather hot temper and a quick tongue. When around other cats in the Clan, he gets grumpy and often sulks about like he doesn't care about anyone around him. But why be the medicine cat apprentice if he doesn't care? Cricketpaw hates his job and he isn't afraid to let the Clan know that. Picking out herbs and mixing them is something he was rather phenomenal at as opposed to his awful battle skills. When alone the cat has a rather different personality, for he often sings along to songs in his head and pounces about on random objects. Cricketpaw often finds himself talking to Starclan and reaching out for a way to open himself to the Clan. The small cat is forever searching for a way to enjoy what he does and not find it tasking though that in itself is a hard thing to do. Whenever he is treating wounded cats he often lets his temper get the best of him and hisses in their faces or snarls crude remarks at them, often about their mouse-brained stupidity or how the smell of fox-dung.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

Solitude

Cricketpaw loves being able to get away from the busy Clan life and spare some time for himself.

Cleaning

An odd thing to enjoy, Cricketpaw finds comfort in cleaning his fur. He rather enjoys the feel of his tongue gliding through his white fur.

Night

Cricketpaw tends to get more of his work done at night and he tends to be a tad bit nicer when the moon is up as opposed to the sun.

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

Others

Cricketpaw loathes being around other cats and often acts as if a large tick is lodged in his joint when around them.

Orphan

Cricketpaw isn't happy with the fact that he's an orphan. The fact that he was born to crazy she-cat that killed herself is aggravating to him and he finds no comfort in other's words.

Fish

Cricketpaw would much rather eat voles.

Loners/Rogues

You can blame his father.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

Cliffs

Seeing as how his mother committed suicide using a cliff, it makes sense that the apprentice would fear these.

Sharks

He's never seen one before, but he often dreams of them and has nightmares of his mother being eaten alive by them.

Lost

As much as the tom loves being alone, one of his biggest fears is getting lost and not having his Clan to return to.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

Fighting

Cricketpaw is absolutely awful at fighting..

Hunting

Better then fighting.. But he still sucks.

Swimming

Maybe it's the fact that he refuses to swim.. But he's not to great at this either.

Temper

Controlling his temper is not something he enjoys.. Nor is it something he's very good at.

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

Sarcasm

'Nuff said.

Herbs

He's fantastic at finding/gathering/mixing herbs!

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{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Cricketpaw was born 'Cricketkit' like any other Clan born cat would be expected to be born. He was born a single cat and he was born to a delusional mother. The she-cat would never feed or care for Cricketpaw and he was left helpless, with the care of the other she-cats who simple felt sorry for the kit. His mother, Rabbitfoot, would hiss at and become very distraught when she caught any of the other she-cats feeding her son. At a very young age, Cricketpaw learned that his father was a rogue and had left his mother alone and she was broken after that. He learned not to trust other cats and became very distant a shocking age. When he was just barely able to walk and see things clearly, his mother took him out away from camp, reassuring the guards and warriors that they would return shortly. Rabbitfoot took her son to the cliffs and spoke of the beautiful ocean and how it's arms were always open to the broken and lost and she proceeded forward. Cricketpaw was to stunned to say anything as he watched his mother move forward and eventually turn around, whispering words he couldn't hear then leaping majestically off the cliff's edge. Cricketpaw was horrified and, thinking he could save her, he sprinted back to camp, his small legs finding the strength. He burst into camp, fanatically yelling about his mother and the cliff. He wasn't allowed out of camp after that, in fear that the young tom himself would commit suicide as his mother had.

{.{ m a t e }.}

None

And he never shall. At least not that he knows of or is supposed to.

{.{ k i n }.}

Mother

Cricketpaw didn't know his mother very well, in fact all he remembers is the sight of her leaping off a cliff into the deep ocean. He didn't have the guts to rush to the edge and see if she came back up for air either.

Father

Cricketpaw knows nothing of his father. He only knows he was a rogue/loner. Something Cricketpaw now despises.

{.{ k i t s }.}

None

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{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

Zmija{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Anything you can concoct! Zmi? Ija? O_o{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nope!

My gallery · by **careless reality** » Mon May 21, 2012 9:17 am

Wren. wrote:
.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Breezesong } . { she-cat } . { warrior } . { gentle } ♒

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{.{ n a m e }.}
Breezesong
One humid day just as the sun had climbed to its peek in the cloudless sky overhead a young queen brought into the world three tiny mewling kits. Their panting mother looked down at the three siblings as rogue breeze of fresh cool air swept in from the ocean through the nursery chasing away the heat of day. And so the black marked she-kit received the name Breezekit. She grew up quickly playing with her sister and eventually she earned the suffix paw by this time it was known that Breezekit had a beautiful gentle voice along with her pretty face. So when she finally made into a proud warrior the name Breezesong seemed rightful.
{.{ g e n d e r }.}
she-cat
Soft voice, gentle heart, swaying walk. All these definately are not the traits of a burly tom-cat but the traits of a pretty she-cat which Breezesong obvious is.
{.{ a g e }.}
31 moons
31 moons ago Breezesong and her siblings were born had been the hottest day in greenleaf or that is what their mother had always sad smiling as her kits asked the millions of questions that kits ask.
{.{ r a n k }.}
queen
Growing up Breezesong had always wanted to be a warrior and the games she played with her siblings were always fight themed whether it was a simple invasion of rogues or a flood of huge rapid foxes. She fought the invisable alongside her siblings but as time ticked by and she slowly lost the only family that she had ever known the spunk and fight just drained out of her. She did continue on alone and was made into warrior. She stood in silence by the entrance of the camp for her vigil and eventually she settled among the ranks of a warrior but the life of a warrior felt empty even with her clanmates beside. The one day as she sat in camp a queen and her kits caught her attention. She had known that a few moons ago kits had been bron but she hadn't really acknowledge the little bundles of fur until she saw them playing just outside the nursery. They were playing a common game that kits played where they tossed around a bundle of moss. Deep down in side her something switched and memories of her kithood floated to the surface of her mind. Watching the kits play made Breezesong long to be a mother so that day so went to talk to tidestar about becoming a queen.
{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
queen
Breezesong is content with being a queen. The young she-cat feels that her true calling is to spend her time raising and being with kits.

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{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Pretty.
A blanket of snow white fuzz was how she was described as a kit as she lay curled up between her siblings under her mothers loving glaze. Her kitten pelt was a layer of nothing but soft white fur without a single marking. Her mother had thought she would be albino but as she quiet she-cat grew did her markings. By the time she was an apprentice the soft-spoken she-cat's wide mesmerizing blue eyes were surrounded by an army of grey markings that dappled the centre of her blue eyes to the muzzle of her black spotted pink moist nose.And as she grew older her fur grew into a beautiful long frost white sea devoid any markings besides the grey markings that had intensified as she grew into her warrior years into a dark chocolate brown color that claimed her rounded ears which give Breezesong's delicate facial features a beautiful curved appearance that matches her pale sea blue eyes as well her muzzle. But not only did Breezesong's pelt grow up also the she-cat herself. The young cat blossomed into a lean lithe she-cat with long agile brown furred legs that end with white tipped toes that can carry the she-cat across any territan with effortless grace and the silence of a shadow.
{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Inherited from her mother.
Her mother had a long thick fur of a soft creamy white hue which Breezesong inherited as the only thing her mother left her when she passed away. Her muzzle is marked with dapples of chocolate brown patches that surround her bright blue eyes and her long thick furred legs. Her long-haired white tail is also marked with the deep chestnut brown patches that claim the thin fur of her round curved ears.
{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Board and muscluar yet slender.
Underneath the quilt of thick milk white fur is a slender she-cat with a wide burly chest and thick muscluar shoulders and hindquarters which are common in her family's line even in the she-cats. She has a long thin frame with thick mucscles corded underneath the soft layer of fur.
{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Bright sea blue.
Breezesong has wide eyes the breathtaking color of the sea as a storm rolls in from far out on the sea sending rippling blue waves devouring the pale white sand and claiming anything its violent path and dragging its victims back into its salty domain.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}
Though she is loyal to her clan she does not take it to an extreme. She would die for her clan but she would much prefer to help find a peaceful resolve to a problem then to lose her clan mates over something that will be forgotten in the future just as many fights in the past; the fights are known for the loss of someone important not the cause of the whole thing. But even though she is gentle kind this does not mean ha she is incapable of putting up a fight if he clan is threatened. She is still able to recall many of the fight techniques from her apprenticeship even though she has been a queen for many moons and has more need for soft words than fighting moves. Breezesong is a thoughtful she-cat and is often times described as absent-minded. One day she will make a wonderful mother.
{.{ l i k e s }.}
• purring happy kits
• hunting among the shadows of tall rocks
• the feeling of warm sunlight soaking in her fur
• sound of waves crashing against the rocks
• the feel of cool water on her paws
{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}
• the heavy weight of her fur
• the heat of midday
• the loud sounds of two legs and their kits
• the annoying kitty pets
{.{ f e a r s }.}
• the lost of a clanmate
• floods & rockslides
• being forced to move the camp
{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}
• long periods of swimming
• unusual high temperatures
• brairs tangling in her fur
• stepping around leaves on the ground
{.{ t a l e n t s }.}
• stalking in silence
• recognizing herbs and their scents
• calming frightened kits

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}
Marked with loss
31 moons ago Breezesong was born on the hottest day that her mother Robinheart had ever seen in the 42 moons she had lived along the warriors of seaclan. The young she-cat grew up in the nursery with the crash of the waves against the shore as her nightly lullaby with her mother sang along in a hushed voice as Breezesong fell asleep curled up in a tight ball beside her siblings in the curve of her mother's tummy. With her nose breathing in the scent of her mom from her long white fur drifted off to sleep. In a blink of an eye Breezepaw found herself an apprentice, her past life of naps and games over as she and her sister began training to become a warrior. It was not long after they were made into apprentices that their mother got involved in a border scruff and was killed in battle against a rougue. The news reached the two of siblings and ey wept for their mother for moons before they forced themselves continued on, focusing on training hard but their muse for life was gone. Before long the two sister found themselves slipping behind the other apprentice till younger apprentices were more expirenced then the two of them combined. One night on a stormy day the two of them accompanied a few warriors on a quick hunting patrol before the storm set in. Minnowpaw was in the water when a large wave rolled in and washed the small he-cat up the shore only to drag her back out into the water. The apprentice was pulled out into the sea and lost from sight as the rain fell. Breezesong was only held back by the warriors who were with her. He told her their was nothing they could do but pray to starclan that she will be okay. They guided the sobbing she-cat that had just lost the last of her family back to camp. After the loss of Minnowpaw, Breezesong was never the same. She lost all interest in becoming a warrior but she did continue on to become a warrior only because she was getting too old to stay an apprentice.
{.{ m a t e }.}
no one
She has not yet found someone to take that position but she is in fact looking for someone.
{.{ k i n }.}
Her mothers name had been Robinheart and her sisters name was Minnowpaw, the brother she lost as a kit was Darkpaw. And since Then only one cat has joined her family and that would be her adopted son Sandpaw who has become her pride and joy.
{.{ k i t s }.}
Sandpaw & Wanting
She loves the bold young tom as if he had been born to her. But now that her adopted son has grown up and will soon be getting his warrior name she is seeking a mate so that she can have kits. But it's hard to find someone among the handsome faces that fill the camp who are looking at the more beautiful she-cats.

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Sandpaw } . { tom } . { apprentice } . { observant } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
Sandpaw
Sandpaw's name was decided the moment the kit was born with his pale sandy colored fur. But as he grew up his coat and markings darkened till he was more of a flaming ball of fire then a calm sandy beach. Though the chance rose that he could have changed his name, if he truly wanted to, he kept his name in honor of his late mother.
{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}
He doesn't really have a preference on any name - or in other words he hasn't given it a single moment to think about yet. He'll probably just leave it up to tidestar to come up with.
{.{ g e n d e r }.}
Tom
He is 100% tomcat material. He has everything from the parts to the muscular and tough look though on the young apprentice it is an awkard appearance.
{.{ a g e }.}
8 moons
Eight moons ago Sandpaw was born into the rough life of a seaclan cat. He was the only kit to be born in Dawnlight's litter and the only kit born that greenleaf so he was taken care of by all the queens who absolutely adored the spunky young kit.
{.{ r a n k }.}
Apprentice
Sandpaw has graduated from the moons where all the young tomcat did was lay around andorra, of the day he would become the leader of seaclan. Hs time has come to become an apprentice and he is flourishing like a flower in the sunlight.
{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
Leader
As a young lonely kit laying in the sunlight among the dappled shadows outside of the nursery Sandpaw dreamed of one day becoming the leader of Seaclan. As his mother groomed her kit's sandy fur he daydreamed of the life of a warrior. In his dreams he sat through vigil that all apprentices must sit through on the night they are made into warriors in silence. He hunted with the best hunters among the warriors and beat them in capturing the largest prey. He fought in battles, slaying every cat that claim across his sharp claws. And he became the best leader that Seaclan had ever had. Even as an apprentice he dreamed of the day he would be named a warrior of seaclan, and eventually deputy, then leader. He trains as hard as the young apprentice can, striving to learn everything that he will one day need to become the leader of Seaclan.

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{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Average
Sandpaw's looks are quite average of a ginger tom. His stout body is blanketed by a thick layer of light orange fur as the base of his coat. Thick sparse bands of a rusty red stripes sprout from between his wide-set shoulders and roll down his lean form till they reach the tip of his thick-furred tail where the red turns to white. From his white underbelly white stripes twirl free from the sea of cream and loop around Sandpaw's short legs. The markings fade and grow more sparse as they reach the white toed paws that carry the young cat nimbly. Sandpaw has a board forehead striped with the rusty red markings that cover his lean body. His muzzle is the same ruddy color as the bands on his shouldersand his pale pink nose blends in with the color. Stemming out from his amber eyes are three strips that twist around his cheeks giving him tribal like markings.
{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Dense & Sandy
Sandpaw's fur is the typical length for a short haired cat. But it is extremely dense and thick which helps keep the thin tomcat warm in the chilly leaf are moons when the frost nips at his paws. His undercoat is a luscious gold color the color of sand when the setting sun's light hits it -which is where his young mother got the tomcat's name. Sandpaw's muscluar body is marked sparely with wide bands of rusty red strips that twirl through his thick fur like the war paint on an tribal Indians face.
{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Thin and stout.
Sandpaw is a stout cat with a thin long body and bunched muscles waiting to be released hding under the thick layer of sandy golden fur. He has short legs but this is not a handicap for the young tom who has learned how to use his height to an advantage. His thin frame allows him to slip through the places that many of the warriors would not beagle to get their shoulders through.
{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Golden amber
Sandpaw has bright golden amber eyes the color of the setting sun as it sinks down below the horizon. Against his will, his eyes project every emotion that dares show its face inside the young cat. One day in his early apprentice moons he was patrol, he had managed to get up from his nest and follow his mentor out of camp even though his mind was not truly wake. As he was walking along he stumbled and fell in a brair bush. The thorns scratched his eyes and the young tom immediately jumped to the conclusion that he would never see again. His mentor brought him back to camp and guided him to the medicine cat who took care of the young apprentices eyes. The next sunrise Sandpaw woke with minor injuries to his face and muzzle. He knew this but he hadnt thought he's still have his sight - though it was not perfect vision as he had had before - he was overly joyful when he found out he could still see.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}
Though he is merely an apprentice, Sandpaw is quite confident in his skills in hunting and fighting. The young tom is always ready for a challenge and will take on anything and everyone. Sandpaw always strives to earn the respect and praise of his older clanmates, he is ready to work hard and fight loyally when ever the chance to prove his worth comes into view. But despite all his pride and boldness, the tom normally manages to remain quite calm and serene though occasionally his excitement for praise may slip into view or his quick temper may get the better of him - but when this happens he tends to act quickly and hide it away and act like the loyal warrior he dreams of becoming one days. Sandpaw hates to disappoint others or see one so defeated and down that they will gove in without a fight. In these cases Sandpaw will go out of his way to mend any problems even if they are not related at all to his own.
{.{ l i k e s }.}
• the praise of his mentor
• learning new techniques
• the feeling of catching prey
• new challenges & dares
• swimming on a hot day
{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}
• being bored & idle
• getting hot
• missing a catch
• not getting praise for something
{.{ f e a r s }.}
• not becoming a warrior
• failure to defend his clan
• loss of someone close
{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}
• remaining focused for long periods
• believing he is correct when he isn't
• mischievous weep hen bored
{.{ t a l e n t s }.}
• swimming
• jumping high heights
• learning quickly

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}
Alone.
Sandpaw was brought into the world as the only kit on the young queen Dawnlight's litter and the young tom became his mother's pride and joy. The young kit was his mom's whole world and he was brought up as a beloved member of the clan. Two moons before his apprentice ceremony his mother went out hunting with two of clan cats. None of them were aware of the dog that had been trailing their scent for a time being and Dawnlight was attack for she had been in the back and killed. The other two escaped and returned to the camp and when Sandpaw was told of his mother's death he only blinked and went to the nursery and curled up in his and his mothers nest to be alone. He ignored the comfort that Breezesong offered the young kit and finally she quit trying and curled around the shivering kit and groomed his sandy ginger pelt. Even with the love that Breezesong showered upon the young tom he felt alone among his own clanmates. And this did not change until he became an apprentice and was shown the ways of the warriors where he once again bean to blossom into the old Sandpaw. Four moons after the incident he was flourishing with life again. He accepted Breezesong as his adopted mother and managed to move on from his loss.
{.{ m a t e }.}
Not yet.
Sandpaw has given thought to getting a mate but it was only a playful thought that flirted with his thoughts for a short time then got thrown into the back of his mind.
{.{ k i n }.}
Adopted
Breezesong took him in as her adopted son when Sandpaw's mother Dawnlight died when he was only four moons old. She has slipped into his mind as the only mother that he has ever known, his true mother slipping away in the past.
{.{ k i t s }.}
None yet.
Sandpaw is only an apprentice he is far too young to be thinking about kits much less having them.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}
Wren.
I derived my username from the nickname that was dubbed to me by my friend when she saw my bird necklace- which looks kinda like a wren or some other small bird. Actually now that I think about it.. I have no clue what kind of bird it is.
{.{ n i c k n a me }.}
Wren.
I don't think you can get much shorter than Wren but if you ant to try go a head. Have fun. If you come up with anything tell me!
{.{ o t h e r }.}
Nothing that I can think of.

My gallery · by **marley2007** » Tue May 22, 2012 3:01 am

{{ Can I reserve Rippletide and Wavestorm? A big wip right now ^3^}}

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { RïþþlêtïÐê } . { Tom } . { Wårrïor } . { þå§§ïoñåtê } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Rippletide

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

Rippletide

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

A tom

{.{ a g e }.}

36 moons

{.{ r a n k }.}

Warrior

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

Warrior/Deputy

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Handsome, large, blue and ragged

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Blue, long and ragged

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Tall, long, muscular and broad-shouldered

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Amber, golden and green

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Kind, loyal, compassionate, Logical, curious

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• Water/rain

• Dawn patrol

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• Sleeping later than wanted

• Gossip/rumors

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• After dying, not being remembered

• Leaving the clan and moving into rouge-life/kitty-pet life

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• Running - Isn't really fast because of his large size

• Maybe a bit too large for his liking

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• Fighting to a certain degree

• Sense of hearing

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Kit, Apprentice and Warrior-hood

{.{ m a t e }.}

Single/Mateless

{.{ k i n }.}

Parents and a younger sister

{.{ k i t s }.}

None

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

marley2007

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Many names

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nothing

~~

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Wavestorm } . { She-cat } . { Warrior } . { Firary } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Wavestorm

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

Wavestorm

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

A she-cat

{.{ a g e }.}

18 moons

{.{ r a n k }.}

Warrior

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

Queen

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

lengthy ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher {.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Semi-length, tortoishell

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Lean, skinny and petite-muscular

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Vibrant, golden-green, round

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know ** {.{ l i k e s }.}

• Her brother

• Dawn/daylight

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• Roody Toms/Rudeness

• Water to some degree, it irritates her

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• Being unwanted by her clan

• Laughing at her

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• Fighting/using weight

• Her firary-temper

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• Hunting

• Running (Swift)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Kit, Apprentice and Warrior-hood

{.{ m a t e }.}

Single/Mateless

{.{ k i n }.}

Parents and an older brother

{.{ k i t s }.}

None

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

marley2007

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Many names

{.{ o t h e r }.}

None

My gallery · by **111misc** » Tue May 22, 2012 4:12 am

{May I reserve a few warriors? Prefixes: Iron, Minnow, and for a loner, Flotsam. I will make the forms/PM you, Kat, a sample of my writing, pronto. :) Thanks for the invite!!

My gallery · by **tbow.** » Tue May 22, 2012 4:29 am

[[ Obviously a wip. ^^" Can i reserve the name Pebblefrost and Thornwave? Thanks! ]]

✱✱. ❝тнey ѕαy мy eyeѕ cαɴ ғreeze α cαт αт α ɢlαɴce, тell мe, ιѕ ιт worĸιɴɢ?❞

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { peввleғroѕт } . { ѕнe-cαт } . { wαrrιor } . { ѕтroɴɢ } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

peввleғroѕт

Her mother had named her Pebble for her downy fur that reminded her of the sleek gray rocks that mixed within sometimes white pebbles in the ocean. When she joined the clan it was simply Pebblepaw to preserve her mother's first choice of name. But her warrior name of Pebblefrost is said to come from her cool blue eyes.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

peввleғroѕт

She has already earned her warrior name, and wishes no more.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

ѕнe-cαт

I'd say that is safe to assume even based off of we plush looks, not so much a rugged Tom but a soft she-cat.

{.{ a g e }.}

21 мooɴѕ

Pebblefrost is young, young enough to still be considered a relatively new warrior. But she acts much more mature for her age.

{.{ r a n k }.}

wαrrιor

Pebblefrost became a warrior not too long ago, though she looks more of an apprentice she is truly just a young warrior.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

wαrrιor

Pebblefrost has no real ambition to become leader, but if she were chosen for deputy there would be no will in her to say no either.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

eye-cαтcнιɴɢ

Pebblefrost is an interesting she-cat, with eye-catching features. She has a a large muscular body build with rippling muscles under plush fur. Her fur is medium length, dense, and plush to the touch. It is a downy White colour with soft gradients of gray near her back, face, and tail. She has a long tail, medium sized legs and large paws. Her face is large and rounded with moderately sized eyes and a slightly pushed in muzzle topped off with a black-rimmed dark pink nose and large pointed ears. They say her eyes are her most catching feature, cold, calculating eyes. They are nicely sized and placed on her face, dark black rims around an icy blue colour. Her face usually does not show much emotions except for absolute fear, or anger. In general Pebblefrost is a simple yet eye-catching she-cat.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

plυѕн

Pebblefrost's fur is short and plush to the touch, it's thick and soft and almost water-resistant. It is a silvery white colour, that is not quite a perfect snow white but with varying gradients of grey as well. This shows most on her face and tail. As a kit she was a downy grey colour, but as she grew white crept up from her underside and slowly melted in with the grey. In a few places where scars lay her fur may splay in odd directions that mark where each and every claw and tooth was laid upon her.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

мυѕcυlαr

For a she-cat Pebblefrost is different. Many have long, lithe bodies like serpents. But this she-cat is large and boxy, muscles ripple powerfully under her thick coat. And even with the added plushness of her semi-short fur it does not make up moat of her size. It comes from her heritage, born fighters they say. If you look close enough there are disturbances in the laying of her fur as underneath scars are laden over her delicate skin. In general this is a large, muscular she-cat, who has seen a fair amount of fighters for her age.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

ѕтυɴɴιɴɢ

Even as a kit Pebblefrost's blue eyes held a certain tint that showed that her eyes would always be a dazzling sapphire blue. They are a moderate size and well places on her face. They are round and the rims are dark, black even that give the allusion that she has larger eyes then she really does. They say her eyes can freeze a cat upon glance, for her history she wa taught to not show any emotion through her eyes except for the flash of anger. Just from her eyes she looks down upon others and it's their icy blue colour that earned the frost in her name.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

ѕтroɴɢ

-

{.{ l i k e s }.}

•

Fish, she grew up on them and will continue to love them.

•

Swimming, not much to say here...

•

Peace and quiet, she does not particularly enjoy a lot of noise or a stressed environment.

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

•

Being looked down upon or mocked.

•

To not be included, mainly in decisions and important things.

•

Forest hunting, she will try to avoid it at all cost.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

•

Climbing, this is one thing that terrifies her and will hold her back a lot.

•

Abandonment or rejection, from her past it's a deep set fear that usually will not show unless in real possibilities or situations where it happens.

•

Storms, thunder and lightning will freeze her in place. She fears the bright flashes, the noise and how the sea gets absolutely wild in storms. This is one of the rare times this strong she-cat will show her true fear.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

•

Hunting, she tends to be loud and messy when it comes to forest hunting.

•

Her size can be a weakness sometimes, she cannot run as quickly as many others and climbing does not come easily.

•

Her pride, Pebblefrost is strong-minded and this means she may not listen or will break rules, which will often end her in some sort of a punishment.

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

•

She is a surprisingly good fighter, for a she-cat of course, but her body mass is mainly muscle.

•

Pebblefrost lived off of fish and she considers herself to be a great fisher.

•

From living alone for a while she has a fair knowledge of common herbs.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

υɴordιɴαry

Pebblefrost's history is nothing to laugh at, but not such a tragedy that may bring someone to tears. It is simply unordinary. This defiant she-cat was born in a litter of three to a loner she-cat who lived in the dark alleyways of the twolegplace, but far from a kittypet. Her mother was a beautiful snow white she-cat and she gave birth to three little ones, but unfortunately one was deformed and stillborn. The remaining two, a downy gray fluffy she-cat and a patched calico Tom-cat were healthy and immediately took over her heart. She named the two Pebble and Kindle. The two grew up in a rough neighbourhood, their mother taught them the skills needed to survive there, including attitude. Pebble took to it right away, surprisingly as she was a runt of a she-cat. But Kindle had always complained and did not want to learn any of it, but either way their mother still taught them until she was satisfied. At a young age she sent them off on their own, Kindle, the Tom-cat almost immediately found a friendly two-leg family and rubbed of on them until that had become his home. While Pebble on the other hand lived strong and for a sweet looking she-cat she had partaken in many fights at such a young age. She wandered on her own, traveling closer and closer to the wild nearby the sea. But as she was reaching her destination her welcome to the wilderness was a fox attack. It left her bloodied and weak, and that's when the clan had found her. They took her in and she spent a few moons in apprienticeship until her strong spirit earned her a warrior name. Pebblefrost will never forget where she came from, but she is loyal to her clanmates now.

{.{ m a t e }.}

ѕeαrcнιɴɢ

This she-cat, though she may not show it is somewhat lonely and longs for a mate. She holds onto the hope that sometime a great tom will come and sweep her off her paws.

{.{ k i n }.}

υɴĸɴowɴ

Pebblefrost was born to a loner female, never knowing her father honestly. It was only her and her brother, Kindle. Her mother died of sickness soon after Pebble and Storm had gone to live their own lives. And Storm had gone to live with twolegs and is probably living a life of luxury in a twolegplace nearby.

{.{ k i t s }.}

wαɴтed

Pebblefrost longs for kits, she absolutely loves the little fluff balls and dreams of having her own litter one day.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

Tbow

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

None really, just call me Tbow!

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nope.

My gallery · by **panacea.** » Tue May 22, 2012 7:17 am

comrade. wrote:
[[ Finished Thunderbrook, I'll add his sister later. ]]

.~. S e α c ℓ α n .~.

♒ { tom } . { warrior } . { valiant } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
Thunderbrook. This feline received his prefix at birth for his noticeably stormy temper, and the way in which his fur stuck out as if he'd received an electric shock. The reason behind 'brook' being chosen as his warrior name was the colour of his eyes, which shared the same murky quality.
{.{ g e n d e r }.}
Tom. It is a very rare situation when Thunderbrook is mistaken for a she-cat, and woe betide the poor fellow who branded him as a member of the opposite gender. It is easy to recognize him as a male from his muscular stature and the rumble in his throat.
{.{ a g e }.}
29 moons. Thunderbrook is certainly no senior warrior, though has seen many battles and has the respect of his clanmates nonetheless. His young age means his judgement isn't the most reliable, yet is deemed old enough for the responsibility of an apprentice.
{.{ r a n k }.}
Warrior. A warrior through and through. There has never been another path for this tom.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
Warrior. He does not desire any further advancement up the rankings. A leader or deputy is far too time-consuming, as far as he is concerned.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Beauty in the eye of the beholder. You wouldn't portray Thunderbrook as being particularly strong, powerful, nor overly muscular. Instead, his build is that of an average feline's. The only way in which he really differs is instead of boasting a broad-shouldered build like most of his tom denmates, he is lean and supple. The real strength of this tom lies in his long limbs, which have fine, wiry tendons taut as rope, and a firm layer of muscle, giving him a real turn of speed. He tends to prefer speed and stealth over brute strength when it comes to battle. As a result, he is often mistaken for being scrawny due to his lanky build, and underestimated. Due to his small appetite, he actually does have a rather thin build, which is usually masked by his thick, long pelt. Around most of his torso and neck, the fur is smooth and sleek. From the chest downwards to his underbelly, it becomes a tangle of waves. Speaking of his fur, the colour is a pale sandy brown tone, blending into darker tones along his muzzle, tail and spine. His underbelly is mostly cream, splotched with the occasional white patch. Around his facial features, the fur dulls to an almost silvery quality which is only noticeable in the light, and spreads up to cover most of his head and ears, darkening in the process to a stark ashen grey. The fur lightens around his rose-pink nose, which is rimmed with coarse white hairs. Dual tones of light grey and blue-grey coat his paws, on which there are no markings. Thunderbrook is a brown tabby, a mackerel to be more specific. It begins with your stereotypical 'M' stamped on the forehead, then thick jet-black lines are cast upon the back of his neck, stretching down between his angular shoulder blades like fine brush strokes. From then on, they begin to break up into smaller stripes, becoming more jagged and natural, almost like a pattern of morse code. The markings do not end on his upper body, however. Three rows of tabby stripes continue on his creamy underbelly, the dark and light tones creating a striking contrast. A wide, ugly scar is torn from his lower neck, angling left until it ends at the top of his spine, brutal in the way it catches your eye. When asked about it, instead of launching into a story about some heroic battle, with an air of pride, he blushes and remains silent. Another scar, more fine and delicate coils around one of his front legs, resembling a claw mark. It is often that his gaze will catch you, unnervingly like a predator eyeing up his next meal. Thunderbrook's eyes seem to capture the essence of warmth, or the golden hues of leaf-fall. You would be a fool to deem them as gold, for they are not as rich, nor striking enough to be compared. They have a quiet, natural blend of yellow and amber, their simple beauty only apparent to that of a close friend. After all, the tom himself is only attractive to those who know him well. On the outside, his lavish appearance is merely a hollow shell to strangers. Around those he is closest to do his best qualities truly shine.
{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Long. It is quite a burden to bear in the heat of leaf-green, yet Thunderbrook wouldn't have it any other way. To him, it is what feathers are to a bird. It protects him from deep wounds, ensnares him to wickedly sharp thorns, shelters him in winter, rushes with a gentle breeze rolling of the waves and sheds water with ease. However, at times the weight of it can make it difficult for him to swim, a task he is often reluctant to partake in.
{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Supple. The build of this tom is rather lean and lanky, giving him a naturally long, easy stride. You could say it appears as if he was stretched out like an elastic band at birth, with his legs appearing almost out of proportion compared to the rest of him. They are lined with firm bands of muscle, giving him a sharp turn of speed. The tendons and veins seem to stand out more than most cats' do, hinting at his ability for speed. He has two scars, one on his leg, the other between his shoulder blades.
{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Rich honey-tones. It isn't easy to separate the colours of Thunderbrook's eyes from that of his pelt. They are merely a rich amber hue, flecked with darker tones around the iris.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}
Good-natured. WIP

{.{ l i k e s }.}
• running
• climbing
• having his way
{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}
• big-headed cats
• being told what to do
• apprentices
{.{ f e a r s }.}
• deep water
• early retirement
• any marine predators
{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}
• strength
• being stubborn
• his temper
{.{ t a l e n t s }.}
• his speed
• stealth
• hunting

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}
Warrior from the day he was born. Wip

{.{ m a t e }.}
Not commitments as of now. Thunderbrook has never been one to dwell upon love. It is a frivolous affair for him. This tom does not openly seek the company of she-cats, and if he does, it's not in the hope of a relationship. Occasionally, he'll flirt, but it's nothing serious. Currently, he does not desire to be tied down, but if the right she-cat comes along, he might change his views. However, he is the type of cat who only loves once. There will be only one love in his lifetime.
{.{ k i n }.}
Of forgotten heritage. Thunderbrook's grandfather, Flickerstorm, who his sibling is named after, was a former deputy of the clan, who was then exiled for reasons unknown to the family. Ashamed of this once noble tom, Thunderbrook's grandmother denounced him as her mate, deciding to lie about who her kits' real father was. To this day, the façade remains in place, though if the truth was discovered it would have very little impact. After all, old feuds die alongside the cats who first formed them. The parents of Flickermoth and Thunderbrook are long deceased, both as a result of greencough.
{.{ k i t s }.}
None. Kits? Well, he's hardly going to have any at such a young age and without a mate. After all, they don't pop out of holes in the ground. Plus, Thunderbrook isn't exactly their biggest fan.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}
comrade.
I used to be 'minty', so I am occasionally called that by my friends. :P
{.{ n i c k n a me }.}
raidy, commie.
Those are the two that seem to have stuck. I don't care really, so long as it suits me. And nothing rude, please. xD
{.{ o t h e r }.}
Nope

My gallery · by **111misc** » Tue May 22, 2012 8:28 am

{AERH ADFISPHG never mind this post, everyone}

My gallery · by **;theory** » Tue May 22, 2012 9:13 am

; o r c a wrote:
.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { robinpaw } . { she-cat } . { apprentice } . { mischievous } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
robinpaw
{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}
robinsong
{.{ g e n d e r }.}
she-cat
{.{ a g e }.}
seven moons
{.{ r a n k }.}
apprentice
{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
warrior

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
robinpaw is not the prettiest or nicest cat, but she's hardly short of a sight for sore eyes.
Her skinny, lethe body is meant for speed. There is muscle hidden beneath her soft, black fur, but not enough to say it ripples beneath her pelt, or she can take down a fox.
She has long, skinny limbs meant to take her frame across meadows and forest floors.
She has a lengthily tale that curls more than it should, and ears bigger than the average ones.
She has a full purple, small little nose at the tip of her nose, which for as small as it is, it adds a youthful touch to her face.
She looks a sitch younger than her actual age, but anyone cam guess she's an apprentice.
She has expressive eyes, and a sharp tongue that she hardly knows to bite.
{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
robinpaw soft, short fur. It is black- much like the feather's of a common raven, but when her lithe body moves under the mid green-leaf sun, it tinges the colour of a rusty piece of metal. It vaguely resembles vacant, dying flames against the bare night sky.
On the small wedge between her hip and her side, lays a silver blotch. It's very small and faded, and not noticeable at first glance. It's much like her 'birth mark' so to speak, and the same color of faded grey shows up in small tabby markings on her legs.
{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
robinpaw is neither short nor tall, but of average height- but is quite thin. The elders say she doesn't eat enough, she says "it's just who I am." True, I guess.
She has four, strong, long legs with small, fuzzy paws at the end.
Since a kit, she has been know for her oddly sharp claws. As kits, their claws are obviously sharp, but they're supposed to dull as she gets older, but hers never did
All her exterior parts of slightly out of proportion. She commonly trips over her own tail, and has large ears on her head.
{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
Large, pale sea-green orbs settled appropriately above her snout. The more sunlight in the sky, the lighter they are.
Some say they are the most expressive things about her. See, being emotional is not her cup of tea, but nothing is hidden when she has something to say- or rather, something to hide.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}
mischievous[/color]. Robinpaw knows she's young, and she uses it. Afterall, rules were obviously meant to be broken. Maturity is not something she favors, and behavior is so far off her charts, it's not even funny.
Robinpaw is a hot-headed and very stubborn she-cat. She never takes no for answer, let alone even an option. It's not so much she's a brat- no, she hardly wants material things. A softer place to sleep, maybe, better food, maybe. Robinspaw prefers things of longer times to practice, a good challenge with the fellow apprentices. Heck, she even likes a small brawl with the warriors of the clan.
She hates anything too easy, anything that can be done fast. A physical or mental challenge that takes time. Though, she'll be more keen on something gets her in trouble.
See, much as material things are a waist to her, boredom is like a poison. If she sits still for too long, she slowly turns to anger. Pacing, even. An adrenaline junky, if you will.
The more trouble she gets into, the more action there is, the more chancy it is, the better.
Robinpaw is competitive. She enjoys winning, and holds a small grudge against those who beat her. She gets particularly irritated when there are cheaters within the bunch. She'll chew them out until they're nothing but little bits. Play fair, or else, I guess.
But, despite her drive to pull pranks of everyone, use her comical wits to get away with things, or need for a thrill, she knows where her loyalties lie. No one, not a single cat in any clan, will lay a single paw on those she cares about. She'll fight to her death to ensure the safety of this clan, and everyone in it. She doesn't even have to like you to protect you.
robinpaw is, for lack of better words, unlucky. She's often in the wrong place at the wrong time, or just finds the worst spot in a tree, sickest fish in the pile. Anything. She's just not a lucky cat.
Though, smooth with words she is. A manipulated to be blunt. Not exactly a favorable talent, but she's used it to her advantage most of her life.
Through all this, she is not naive. She's not unaware of the consequences that go with her actions.
She's seen pain.
She's seen death.
She hasn't seen a lot for age, but of what she has seen is enough to let her know of the line she must never, though rarely does, cross.
This also assists in her being a good friend. She has more enemies than friends, but of those few friends, she cherishes them deeply.
Robinpaw cherishes any small thing in life, for she knows that the better you appreciate what you have, the more content you'll be when it's your turn to join Starclan.*
{.{ l i k e s }.}
• Swimming
• Climbing
• Running around at night
• Fish
• Sleeping
• Making other clan-cats laugh
• Breaking rules
• Sun-rises
{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}
• Waking up
• Nightmares
• Windy days
• Boredom
• Pacing
{.{ f e a r s }.}
• Spiders
• Green-cough
• Dogs
• Floods
• She is unadmittedly afraid of being alone.
{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}
• Staying calm.
• staying quiet
• fighting. main reason she fights with everyone.
• standing on slippery things. she just can't balance
• hunting birds
• climbing. she loves it, but is bad at it.
{.{ t a l e n t s }.}
• swimming
• stealth
• hunting
• running
• hiding
• starting fights

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}
robinpaw's history is hardly a sad one, and she refuses to take pity on it.
She had a mother, and her father was admittedly unknown, but she was never alone. Dawnclaw was a faithful warrior, as she had been told. Healthy too, but sometimes that ends.
Robinpaw was born as an only kit, and her mother was such a paranoid queen at the time. Always keeping robinpaw (kit at the time) by her side. Some say she feared that robinpaw might actually grow wings and fly away from her, abandoning the young queen.
She did no such thing, and kept a watchful blue eye on her kit, even through all robinpaw's antics and Tom foolery.
But, robinpaw knew that she got her black pelt from her mother, but dawnclaw had bright blue eyes, as did both of dawnclaw's parents. She assumes she got her green eyes from her dad. This, of course, makes her want to find him.
She had a happy life most of her kit-hood, but when she was five moons, a tough leaf-bare struck. Her mother developed harsh green-cough, and died soon after. Luckily, robinpaw was only one or two moons away from becoming an apprentice, so she only needed enough help for a little why.
No one really talks about her past, and she personally doesn't enjoy voicing common knowledge.
{.{ m a t e }.}
robinpaw is still an apprentice.
{.{ k i n }.}
she was an only kit.
her mother's name was dawnclaw, and her father is unknown to her.
{.{ k i t s }.}
robinpaw is much too young for such things.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}
; o r c a
{.{ n i c k n a me }.}
Just Orca, unless there's something else. I... dun care.
{.{ o t h e r }.}
I have a job, so unless I can find time between mucking stalls and lunging horses, i wont be able to post until after 5.30.
And yes, robin is vaguely based off my cat, Shakespear. Yes. That's his name. Don't judge.
[/list]

[ I am making a male character, I'm just debating on his personality at the moment. Well, that and his name

I was going to make a male character, but I can't think of anything, so I probably won't.
Unless, if no one else does or has made a medicine cat, I will offer to make one.
So Robinpaw is done. ]

My gallery · by **. silent** » Tue May 22, 2012 10:14 am

{. Reserved for Skypaw, Brackenfrost, Riverpaw, and Oceanmist. I am not able to do many things on this computer since I am using my sister's, because my laptop's internet is not working, so I will not be able to post any pictures until able to do so. Thanks!

♣♣ Not fair? Life isn't fair, darlin'.
♒ { oceanmist } . { she-cat } . { warrior } . { amusing } ♒

{.{ n a m e }.}

. o c e a n m i s t

✡

"Well, what a pleasure to meet you. It is great to chat. My name is Oceanmist. Devine, isn't it? Surely."

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

. a c h i e v e d

✡

"I think mine has already been achieved, curious one. And I think Oceanmist is perfectly fine the way it is. But...hm, Oceanstar does sound beautiful and mystical, doesn't it? Ah, but it is surely a dazzling dream, for sure."

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

. s h e - c a t

✡

"I do hopefully not look like a tom, right? If so, that would be atrocious. Surely it isn't true? I am clearly a she-cat, I hope that is clear.

{.{ a g e }.}

. 2 5 m o o n s

✡ "I was born on a sunny day in Green-Leaf. Great time to be opened up to life, am I right? I call it perfect. Born in a litter of three, I might want to add."

{.{ r a n k }.}

. w a r r i o r

✡ "I definitely am a warrior. Noble, loyal, and definitely kind. I do call myself to be a pretty tough she-cat warrior, correct?"

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

. d e p u t y & q u e e n

✡ "I guess you could call my loyalness and kindness to be a strong advantage to become deputy. I do love my clan, but it is hard choices, correct? But there is such thing as wishing. As for a queen, I adore kits. The kind and loving side, also the protectiveness of me is part of that wanting."

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

. Graceful

✡ "w.i.p"

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

. long, light gray fur with a hint of tabby.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

. a misty leaf green with flecks of silver

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

. this is very hard to put down at the moment. Oceanmist is very new, and I know what she is like, but I just can't put it down into words. Will be working on this throughout. Please bear with me. But here are some definite things;

Loyal, Gentle, Kind, Amusing, Noble, Brave, Protective, Knowing.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• Kits
• Nature
• Healthiness
• Training
• Dedication
• Trust
• Prey
• Toms
• Squirrels
• Bird song
• Warm Weather
• Snow
• Swimming

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• Blood
• Death
• Foolishness
• Disrespect
• Loud noises
• Enemies
• Predators
• Bossiness
• Sickness
• Twolegs
• Dogs

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• Dogs
• Blood
• Badgers
• Foxes
• Death

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• Climbing
• Strength
• Saying 'No.'
• NOT becoming Alli's with cats from other clans.
• Disobeying

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• Fighting [Sorta]
• Hunting
• Swimming
• Gettting other's to trust her.
• Staying to the code
• Listening
• Running

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

. I am thinking up of one. Oceanmist is very new, so I need to think up of one. Bear with me once again. It will be worked on.

{.{ m a t e }.}

. None

{.{ k i n }.}

. Father - Stonefoot, Mother - Softwhisper, Sister - Skypaw, Brother - Riverpaw

{.{ k i t s }.}

. None, but desires. Biological.

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

. → ѕ η σ ω у ...

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

. Snow, Snowball, Snowy, Frost, Storm. Whatever floats your boat!

{.{ o t h e r }.}

. None

☁☁ A little curiosity, and a teaspoon of sugar.
♒ { skypaw } . { she-cat } . { apprentice } . { knowing } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

you're cat's name{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

what name {if applicable} do you want to have in the future?{.{ g e n d e r }.}

you know, you know{.{ a g e }.}

in moons pleashe{.{ r a n k }.}

don't sign up to be deputy{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

what rank do you want to be in the future?

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

lengthy ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

self-explanatory{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names){.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?

彡彡 I think I'm rollin' in the deep.
♒ { riverpaw } . { tom } . { apprentice } . { adventurous } ♒

{.{ n a m e }.}

you're cat's name
{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

what name {if applicable} do you want to have in the future?
{.{ g e n d e r }.}

you know, you know
{.{ a g e }.}

in moons pleashe
{.{ r a n k }.}

don't sign up to be deputy
{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

what rank do you want to be in the future?

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

lengthy ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

self-explanatory{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names){.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?

☄☄ If the fight's going on, then count me in.
♒ { brackenfrost } . { tom } . { warrior } . { courageous } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

you're cat's name{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

what name {if applicable} do you want to have in the future?{.{ g e n d e r }.}

you know, you know{.{ a g e }.}

in moons pleashe{.{ r a n k }.}

don't sign up to be deputy{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

what rank do you want to be in the future?

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

lengthy ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

self-explanatory{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names){.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?

My gallery · by **carrie dee.** » Tue May 22, 2012 11:31 am

{ w i p }

➹➹. lady divine, please be mine.

♒ { crestedwave } . { she-cat } . { warrior } . { seductive } ♒

--

-

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
-----c r e s t e d w a v e

♔

"My name is Crestedwave, dear. And you are. . . ?"

♛

Pebblerise could tell that her daughter would be beautiful the moment she laid eyes on the small calico. Something original yet classy would fit the kit fine; Crestedkit was chosen then. The she-cat led a relaxed, easy kit-hood and breezed through her apprenticeship, changing then from Crestedpaw to Crestedwave. She enjoys her name, really; it's easy to remember, yet hard to forget.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}
-----a c h i e v e d

♔

"Unless I become the clan leader suddenly, my name will stay firmly as Crestedwave. Don't you like it? Yes? No? Well, I like it. That's all that matters, I suppose."

♛

It's true; Crestedwave is happy with the name she has. Crestedstar would sound a little funny anyways, wouldn't it?

{.{ g e n d e r }.}
-----s h e - c a t

♔

"Do I look even remotely like a tom? I hope not."

♛

Crestedwave is quite-obviously very feminine. From her graceful step to her soft, slow voice, one would have to be quite daft to mistake her for a male. If you even mention such things to her, she'd immediately take them to offence.

{.{ a g e }.}
-----2 6 m o o n s

♔

"I am most-definitely still young. I've barely just become a warrior in some's eyes."

♛

Born on a cool spring morning, Crestedwave danced through her kithood, seemingly straight into her warrior life. She's still a spring chick, if you haven't noticed before.

{.{ r a n k }.}
-----w a r r i o r

♔

"Believe me; I'm happy where I am. I adore warrior life - I'd never want the burden of being a leader, and I'd rather be free chasing rabbits then stuck in the nursery suckling kits."

♛

Born on a cool spring morning, Crestedwave danced through her kithood, seemingly straight into her warrior life. She's still a spring chick, if you haven't noticed before.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
-----a c h i e v e d

♔

"wip"

♛

wip

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----e x o t i c

♔

"Look at me. What do you see?"

♛

Crestedwave is like a cat that is not seen in most Clans. She is truly just a sight to see, in most opinions. The she-cat is an agile feline with long legs and a slender, lithe body. Now. Her little, slender body is one feature of herself that she tends to use to an advantage. She has a small frame, with wiry muscles slipping underneath her pelt. Her frame appears weak; she has a soft curvaceousness to her flanks giving off the impression of little strength. But, alas, Crestedwave has strong, limber legs, allowing the she-cat to easily strike and leap. Moving to her fur; this cascades down her shapely silhouette in a multitude of dimmed colors. Silky and sleek fur fits around her figure in a nice flowing sheet, as if it was a forever lasting snow; a simple frost that never seems to fade. But, instead of simply having a flat white pelt, she has three different colors intertwining in the softest, simplest manner. Her fur is anything but long. It is a simple cut of short fur, although it isn’t the shortest out there. It is simply average in length; nothing she minds much about. It has been said that she has the figure of a leopardess, with its beautiful, fitted frame and the strength to overpower enemies.

Crestedwave is a muted she-cat, or so they say. Her fur has a grip to it that is reminding any cat of a gentle, soothing color, yet also has a warm, enticing look that really emphasizes the she-cat's personality. Enticing. Seductive. Lustful. All perfect adjectives to fit the she-cat. Snow colored white overcoats her fitted frame, giving her body that basecoat of an everlasting snow. A beautiful sunsetted color of orange, sleets of silver and grey, and soft tan rawhide lash out from the spine, coating over the white fur. As if it was shredded into white, the faded colors don’t blend together. They cut off in sharp looking shards upon her fur, yet giving it a sharp look. Even with the sharp look upon the colors, it is also that simple elegance that makes a she-cat, well, pretty. With that said, her legs are of the same mixed colors. Noticing that the mottled pattern fades around her body, it managed to go to her tail. Marbled markings only hit the top of her long, lashing out tail. Snow coated the bottom half of her tail, as if there was a simple battle that goes with the colors of her tail. The tip of her tail is the bright snow white color that hits the top of her body. She has a small splash of snow white on her muzzle to tie all the colorings of her pelt together.

Crestedwave’s eyes are remarkable in most opinions. Pooling of a ceaseless ocean blue. Pure, metallic blue, the color of the shallow, teal blue waters. It gives the color of her eyes the most dashing thought, allowing anyone to look at her eyes to be stuck in the swirling of the colors. With the freshest blue color, taking a closer look there is a reflective green color. Blue-green, to be exact, the complete difference of the flat teal. Yet, looking at this she-cat’s eyes, it is almost memorizing. Sun crisped colors entwined together to make the orbs of this cat. They seem to fit her coloring of her body with the perfection of Starclan. Illusion play a major part in this cat’s pelt and eye color. Whether one truly looks at this she-cat or just glances, no one can miss how she is a pretty she-cat. She shines in a different way, she never taunts her beauty, just allows herself to sink in shyness and hide away from the ‘awes’ of herself. She is the perfect she-cat in some ways, but the worst cat in others. Watch out for this slender she-cat.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----c a l i c o

♔

"I'm a calico, though I'm not as brightly colored as others. . ."

♛

wip

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape[/size]

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

self-explanatory{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names){.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?

☁☁. someday this storm will clear. it has to.

♒ { fadingpath } . { tom } . { warrior } . { misunderstood } ♒

--

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
-----f a d i n g p a t h

彡

"wip"

◊

wip

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

what name {if applicable} do you want to have in the future?{.{ g e n d e r }.}

you know, you know{.{ a g e }.}

in moons pleashe{.{ r a n k }.}

don't sign up to be deputy{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

what rank do you want to be in the future?[/size]

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

lengthy ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

self-explanatory{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names){.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?

. you're the best thing i never had.

♒ { dunepaw } . { she-cat } . { apprentice } . { iridescent } ♒

--

-

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
-----d u n e p a w

⇨

"wip

♫

wip

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}
-----d u n e w h i s p e r

⇨

"wip

♫

wip

{.{ g e n d e r }.}
-----s h e - c a t

⇨

"wip

♫

wip

{.{ a g e }.}
-----1 2 m o o n s

⇨

"wip

♫

wip

{.{ r a n k }.}
-----a p p r e n t i c e

⇨

"wip

♫

wip

{.{ a g e }.}
-----1 2 m o o n s

⇨

"wip

♫

wip

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
-----w a r r i o r + q u e e n

⇨

"wip

♫

wip

[/size]

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----l o v e l y

⇨

"I'm alright, I suppose. Some have called me pretty; others have called me plain. What do you think?"

♫

Dunepaw. Oh, Dunepaw. What do you think of when you catch sight of this young she-cat? Sweet? Kind? Enticing? Delicate? Well, let's get on with the she-cat so you can really know what this feline is like. Ever seen a delicate feather floating through the warm summer breeze? Have you seen a gentle clasp of wind swirling around the summer air with such a charming dance? Just think of summer – everything about summer seems to describes this cat in different ways. The delicate grains of sand on a beach, the simple breeze of a shower of petals dappling against the blue horizon. Her fur crisp against her body. Her beautiful, watching hued eyes. Oh, she seems to to the entire essence of a beach. Gentle fur, lovely eyes; everything about her says beach. She is a beautiful cat, nonetheless, with narrow shoulders and a simple structured body. Her body is lined with wiry muscles for when she hunts; hunting is definitely something that benefits her to a great extent - for every cat needs to hunt. She has a relaxed fixture that is lined with fur – what color fur one may ask? Well, you will find out in a little bit about that in a much greater detail. When her body is noticed – you may notice different aspects that make Dunepaw – well, Dunepaw. She has a small head that matches with her body and limbs, ideally. Her muzzle is well framed, giving this little feline a sharp, cat-like look. She has long, graceful white whiskers blossoming gently from her muzzle, and on the end of it there is a soft colored pink nose that goes well with her entire look – the “setting sun” look; light hues of pink that dapple against the sands show off that look just from her nose.

Before heading to her eyes, look at the fur that makes her eyes pop like a setting sun against a fading blue sky. Striking. Beautiful. Different. Just a little unlike other cats of the Clan, she has white fur, but no – not that perfect snow white. Nothing like the white snowflakes that settle against the ground during leaf-bare, but another color of white. Just imagine a beautiful doe grazing in a green meadow; one that was completely undisturbed and has stunning fur lashing against the skinny body. Now, that is in your little mind – think of the color that is on the doe’s fur. Dunepaw’s fur is pigmented with a white-tan color. One that is found on a common white deer’s belly. She has a light colored blushing tan over her white – one that is just almost like cream blending to make coffee a prettier color. She never gained the tan color with age like a deer, but she kept a light tan with mixture of white. Pretty. She is more or less in the stage of a deer’s second year with pure white fur before developing the tanner color upon them. Soft tabby markings stripe up and down her gently curving spine and down her long, limber tail, reminding one of the forest trails a doe might wander. She looks like a deer at some parts but never mistake this she-cat for one; for she is a perfectly known feline; nothing like a deer - she's all feline. Unfortunately, this is where some cats loose their enchantment. 'Boring' or 'plain' are often used; she dislikes it, but what can you do? Opinions are opinions.

Now, for those eyes – the ones that pop against her fur. Her eyes are like perfect waves of the blue-green ocean. The optics of Dunepaw are like swirling lights of light blue and dark blue; hues meeting hues and they are colliding into an explosion that consists itself in her eyes. But hidden in the hueing blue eyes there’re white specks and silver speaks – things that are not natural in most cats but apparently in this beautiful she-cat. Definitely memorable, Dunepaw shines like a soft ember after the lapping flames have been extinguished.

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short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape[/size]

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• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

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give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please{.{ m a t e }.}

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list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

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short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

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average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

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self-explanatory{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names){.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?[/list]

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