moonclan. low-lit. open.

[leafrost]

pearlhearts name? no problem, but I think I would rather not have pearlheart c: two characters are already enough. *edit* There! I did it. pebblestreams picture won't show, but is it ok to be without a picture?

[howl.]

((Am I accepted?))

[Azey]

Username:
◘ραρєя ѕқєℓєтσи◘
Cat name:
Shakenstep
Gender:
Male
Age:
81 Moons
Rank:
Elder
Rank wanted:
He is rather comfortable being a elder knowing that he has served his clan with pride.
Warrior name:

Looks:
This tom has long spider like limbs that are covered in grey and black pattern, his pelt also has an occasional splash of white fur along his paws and chest. His eyes are a deep sea foam green that looks like they would go on forever if you were to stare into them. His left ear has a slash in it from previous battles. His tail is nearly as long as his limbs, it is rather fluffy. His body is lean and toned with muscles. He has an odd marking on his flank, it resembles a burnt tree.
Personality:
He has a reserved personality but can come out of his guarded shell at times. He can be caring, kind and comforting. He can be hotheaded but loyal, brave and fierce when needed.
Attributes:
He is a kind and caring tom when it comes to his clan but if any outsiders threaten his way of life his mood changes to a fearsome and brave warrior that is ready for battle.
Flaws:
This tom cannot climb trees nor can he keep his attitude in check. He can be irritable at times and can snap at any cat. He is not that strong but his long limbs boost his ability to run a tad faster than most cats but his fragile bones prevent him from running a lot.
Crush:
None~
Mate:
Not looking~
Kin:
Mother: Ghoststrike: Deceased
Father: Rumblewhisker: Deceased
Sister: Tremblestrike: Alive
History:
Both him and his sister, Tremblestrike, lived with their kin in an abandoned fox hole just outside of Moonclan territory. It was a peaceful place until twolegs invaded their forest, the two legs began setting up dens near their fox hole. And as expected, a twoleg kit found the sleeping cats in their den. Ghoststrike {Shakenfaith's mother} had tried to escape but in her panic she ran underneath a monster, not knowing that it was alive, it backed over her and in that same instant she was gone. His father was grief stricken and in his rage went off into the flurry of twoleg nests and never returned. Both him and his sister managed to escape and unknowingly run into Moonclan territory. Shakenstep had ran and ran with his tiny kit of a sister swinging in his jaws until they stumbled upon Moonclan, Shakenstep managed to get the clan to take both him and his sister in. He got his name from his shaking limbs as he walked into camp.
Other:

Nothing else~

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Username:
◘ραρєя ѕқєℓєтσи◘
Cat name:
Tremblestrike
Gender:
Female
Age:
45 Moons
Rank:
Queen
Rank wanted:
N/A
Warrior name:

Looks:
She is an exotic looking she-cat with dark orange fur that shimmers golden in the sunlight. She has a black stripe streaming from her head all the way down to the tip of her tail it lines her back perfectly. Her eyes are also sea foam green, nearly the same as her brothers but hers has a splash of sky blue in them. The fur on her tail turns to a light orange as it ends with a mixture of a black and white tip.
Personality:
She can be bossy at times but is normally calm and laidback. She would normally lounge around the camp until something needs to be done.
Attributes:
She is a clever she-cat that can fight fairly well, her happy spirit can almost cheer any cat up.
Flaws:
Much like her brother she cannot climb trees, her speed isn't as great as her brothers. She gets attached to too many cats too fast.
Crush:
No one yet~
Mate:
Looking for one~
Kin:
Mother: Ghoststrike: Decesed
Father: Rumblewhisker: Decesed
Brother: Shakenstep: Alive
History:
It's the same as her brothers but she thinks it was her fault for losing their parents, before they were found she had been spotted by a young twoleg kit the day before. It followed her to the fox den, her mind was in panic as she made the horrible decision to lead it back to her den. She has learned from that terrifying experience and has since forgotten about it.
Other:

Nothing else~

[sylveonite]

((Am I accepted?))

{{ I believe Thunder accepted you. }}

[Thunder.]

((Am I accepted?))

I didn't see your edit. It still isn't literate enough.

[leafrost]

Is Mine accepted? I edited c:

[sylveonite]

{{ Bump }}

[orpheus.]

---> S m o k e f l o w e r

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the a n g r y one

Name and age ; " I am Smokeflower, twenty one moons of age, now get out of my face fur-ball."
Gender ; "I am a she-cat, as you may very well know due to the suffix on my name."
Ranking ; "I'm a warrior!"

Personality ; Smokeflower tends to hate everything and everyone since the death of her loved one. She's snappy, rude and sarcastic to anything you may say, as if her hearts turned to cold concrete and won't ever open up softly again. Due to her history reflecting onto her actions, she tends to try and kill intruders, instead of questioning them...of course, clan-mates would pull her back. She's like a trapped flame, trying to rage out against everything but still staying too small or contained. I guess you could call her 'evil', but that's not entirely the right word for her. She's lost...her true mother was a medicine cat, breaking the code, and her father a complete stranger and also a kitty-pet. The death of the cat closest to her was the final straw, and when it snapped so did she. An early riser, she scans the territory for something to stick her claws into, whether it be something simple like prey or accidentally lunging for a clan-mate. She has no feelings for anyone any more, and never does what's told unless it's strictly given to her by the leader and not some fussy warrior. It was a shame really, as Smokeflower was one of the most sweetest kittens imaginable, and as an apprentice she had most toms falling for her...until now...when she's completely outraged and blood-thirsty.
History ; It was a cold morning, the day of her apprentice ceremony. She and her litter-mates had been bristling with excitement to finally step up a notch towards being warriors. Smokekit turned to face her siblings, clawing the ground in a playful-gesture, they pounced around each other, spraying mud up onto their newly-groomed glossy coats and scuffling each other to the floor. The small black kit, odd one out of the other two ginger and whites, caught a sideways glanced of another kitten - he was to be apprenticed on the same day. Smokekit slipped out of the bundles of fur and padded up to him with glistening bright yellow eyes. "Hello, Foxkit." He was a dark ginger tabby, rooted with flecks of thin blacks or grey around his stripes. His bright amber eyes turned to look at her, bubbling in excitement. "You look like a mess!" He teased and licked his paw to add onto the effect, but broke out in fidgets as he seemed far too pumped up. Smokekit giggled slightly and sat still as her 'mother' came and cleaned off the mud and dust from her sleek pelt. The leader called out usual words, and as her training went on as an apprentice, she grew closer to Foxpaw. "I can't wait until we're warriors, it'll be great!" He meowed as they returned from a hunting trip with their mentors, Smokepaw only smiled in turn and dropped the fat vole onto the kill-pile. "Soon." She mewed finally and licked her paw, washing it over her ear. As the moons sped past from apprentice to warrior, Smokeflower found herself mid-battle with Foxwhisker besides her, she rammed against the large opponent, a bulky grey tom at least twice their size - but that gave them the upper paw here. Foxwhisker slipped underneath the enemy and raked his claws down his belly, kicking at his legs until finally he fell - and as the grey cat fell, Smokeflower tried to leap up onto his back, claws extended, only to be dragged down by his large paws and raked down the side. She hissed and managed to scamper free, clawing at his face until a yowl of pain turned the cat away in a hurry. Puffing and panting, the black she-cat lifted her head to notice Foxwhisker wasn't besides her but pinned by two tabbies, their claws digging into his chest. Her eyes turned to slits and in a flash she landed atop of the two opponents, back feet on one and front on the other. Her claws viciously tore into their shoulders until finally she came to her senses and let them run free. "You okay?" She whispered to Foxwhisker who slowly stood up, blood oozing from his chest and stomach. "Yeah...fine...thank you." He coughed and waited for his dizziness to flee. One of the tabbies crept up behind him and sent it's claws into the back of his neck as he tried to regain strength. Foxwhisker struggled, kicking and squirming as the red liquid bubbled up from his wounds. Smokeflower clawed the tabby's eyes, it let go of grasp and leaped onto her, raking her stomach with his powerful claws. The smaller black figure slipped out of reach and tripped up his back legs, sending her teeth into his throat once and letting him race away. She turned to Foxwhisker, who lay still on the ground, eyes glazed over. "No..." She yowled, nudging him and licking his wound. "N-no..." A tear rolled down from her cheek and landed on his forehead, his eyes moved slightly, puffing out his final words "I love you..." before they closed, and as they did so, his finally breathe faded into the cold air, fogging it up a faint white. "Somebody help!" She cried out, but rage filled her up like a bottle until finally she turned around, fur bristling and chased after the tabby, landing on his back and sending her teeth straight into his throat, this time not letting go until she could feel his last breathe leave his striped body and fall rag-like to the ground.

Mate ; "Of course not you mouse-brained fool!"
Crush ; "Never again do you dare ask me such a question! Crushes are for kits and kits only."
Kits ; "None!"

{ I'll make a tom later :3 }

[Thunder.]

all accepted c:

[leafrost]

Hey, sorry but I think I'm going to quit this. It's a bit to neat for me and I have to much other RPs. Sorry !