Bloodclan ~ Blood Rises Again (Open)

[Corvuss]

Kit

Name:Ash
Age:3 moons
Gender:Tom
Personality:Outgoing
Mother:Unknown
Father:Unknown
Littermates:Lily
Other?:Followed Lily and also became a slave
Looks(add a picture and short description in words): Pure gray tom with blue eyes

Accepted

[JOIN TEAM FLARE]

Is Lily accepted?))

[Corvuss]

Warrior

Name: spottedtail
Age: 28 moons
Gender: she cat
Personality: sweet kind and loyal
Apprentice: don't have one
Mate: want
Kits:
Other:
Looks(add a picture and short description in words): a spotty she cat with a black and white tail she has green eyes and a little black diamond on her chest



Apprentice

Name: icepaw
Age: 7
Gender: she cat
Mentor: don't have one
Personality: sweet kid and loves everyone
Other: she loves hunting
Looks(add a picture and short description in words): a white she cat with blue eyes and has a black spot on her tail

Both accepted.

[JOIN TEAM FLARE]

So is Lily accepted????)))

[Corvuss]

Kit

Name:Lily
Age:3 moons
Gender:Female
Personality:to be rp out
Mother:unknown
Father:unknown
Littermates:Ash (I won't make him now)
Other?:She was a kittypet and now a slave
Looks(add a picture and short description in words):She has amber kit fur,with dazzling sky blue eyes. She has a white chest with a lone white paw and a white tailtip.

Accepted

[JOIN TEAM FLARE]

Lily was shiver as she curled up into a tight small ball.

[Tricksandmoretricks2]

Apprenice
Name: Blood
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Personality: Rude, Quick thinking
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Kin: Storm, Light, Sky.
Looks(Have to same them in words for know) Black tom with dark ginger paws and grayish freckles

[Longtime SpiritWolf]

(tigerpaw is male)

"hi stormfeather!" tgierpaw greeted his mentor. "do I get to start training now?"

Stormfeather nods. "Yes. Now come on.. You dont want to be delay on your first warrior traing right?"

[hedgehog101]

WIP

Apprentice
"Hah, yeah right. More like a slave."

Name:
Fallen
Age:
8 moons
Gender:
Tom
Mentor:
None yet
Personality:
Fallen is first seen as naive, and childish. Though Fallen tries to appear tough, he is really just hiding his vast amounts of fears. He is constantly afraid, and normally does what is asked of him out of fear, no matter how dreadful the task. He is a timid cat, who would much rather live alone than live in the bloody life of the clan. However, when he was younger, he was abandoned, so he sought to join Bloodclan for safety and survival. A few moons have passed since then- he can hunt somewhat decently now, or at least scavenge through trash, though he's not the best fighter. He stays in Bloodclan due to fear of being caught leaving. Fallen does not want such ruthless cats as his enemy. He struggles with morals, not liking to hurt others, however he tends to let his instincts take over when fighting, so that he doesn't have to think about what he's doing. He can not remember much of his previous life, so he thinks of the bloody standards in the clan as normal, thinking all cats must live like that. He doesn't speak much unless spoken to, and is cautious and polite of cats older than himself.
Other:
History:
When Fallen first joined the clan, seeking safety, he was tested for his loyalty. To his dread, he had to kill another cat, a weak kit with a twisted leg. He claims that his fear was over powering, and he hardly felt anything by the time it got bad. No graphic memories, gore, any thing. He doesn't even remember killing her.Well, that's what Fallen tells himself, at least. In reality, he remembers every bloody detail. He remembers everything from the cat's horrific screams to the fire-like feeling as his claw's pierced the cat's neck- not fast and quick, but slow, deliberate, and painful. He had to, for his life's sake. He needed to prove that the skinny young cat he was, who could barely hunt, was worth taking into the clan. His victim was a she-cat, and to this day, he can describe her perfectly, every feature of her horrified face. He regrets every bit of it, with unimaginable shame.
Fallen's own bloodlust terrifies him, even if it was enforced by the clan. At only six moons old, he even tried to slit his own throat, in attempt to kill himself. He gave up out of fear, not failure. He hates his violent nature, wanting to think of himself as innocent. He will do anything to hide his true past, from others as well as himself. He refers to the bloodclan cat in him as another creature, slowly killing him, eating him alive. He refuses to accept that Fallen the cat and Fallen the murderer are one in the same.
In his self-made oblivion, Fallen is kind and young-hearted. He still wants to live the childhood he missed out on. He flounces around, and is quick to make friends, yet he always seems distant. He can picture his claws sinking through their fur all too well for comfort. He does not think he is worthy of having true friends.
Crush???
He is disgusted by the Bloodclan cats, and would be slow to like any cat.
Looks(add a picture and short description in words):
He is a handsome dark rusty colored tabby cat, almost the color of drying blood.

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Warrior

Name:
Thrushflight
Age:
a young warrior
Gender:
she-cat
Personality:
She is caring, but ill tempered. Her emotions can change fast. She could play the part of a mother protecting an orphan, and the next second be feeling blood lust toward a cat that agrivates her. She is dedicated to her clan though, and would give her life a thousand times to protect it.
"What do I like, you ask? Well, I don't like much, except protecting my clan. Anything else are merely distractions. Well... If I must say... I've sort of always wanted to find someone to care about that. But that's kind of a ridiculous wish, isn't it? Love is fake. It is nothing more than a mere game for the weak hearted. Besides, there are no respectable cats in this clan it seems. But still, I sometimes find myself wishing- oh, nevermind... forget what I said. You didn't hear that, understand?-"
"Anyways, I despise loud cats, who think themselves higher than me. The only one who I would let talk down to me is my leader. Anyone else better be prepared to feel my claws. Also, young, ignorant apprentices and cats annoy me."
Thrushflight is loyal to Bloodclan, which she loves. She sees herself as being a friendly cat and easy to get along with, however she is stern and takes rules and punishments very seriously. She's a good, though ambitious warrior, brave and compassionate toward her clan mates. She would be the perfect, ideal deputy, she tells herself, but she keeps politely to herself. She'll wait her turn.
Apprentice:
None. Oh I feel sorry for whoever she gets as an apprentice...
Mate:
She is a bit lonely, but would never admit it to herself. She has never has met any cat in her clan that she has thought of as more than a friend. She is a firm cat, however, and isn't really looking for a mate. She has convinced himself that as a true warrior, her loyalty should be to the clan as a whole, alone- not a single cat, or even himself.
Kits:
None, doesn't plan on it. She does have a soft spot for kits though, but she sees it as a simple fault in herself and ignores it.
Other:
Looks(add a picture and short description in words):

[Corvuss]

WIP

Apprentice
"Hah, yeah right. More like a slave."

Name:
Fallen
Age:
8 moons
Gender:
Tom
Mentor:
None yet
Personality:
Fallen is first seen as naive, and childish. Though Fallen tries to appear tough, he is really just hiding his vast amounts of fears. He is constantly afraid, and normally does what is asked of him out of fear, no matter how dreadful the task. He is a timid cat, who would much rather live alone than live in the bloody life of the clan. However, when he was younger, he was abandoned, so he sought to join Bloodclan for safety and survival. A few moons have passed since then- he can hunt somewhat decently now, or at least scavenge through trash, though he's not the best fighter. He stays in Bloodclan due to fear of being caught leaving. Fallen does not want such ruthless cats as his enemy. He struggles with morals, not liking to hurt others, however he tends to let his instincts take over when fighting, so that he doesn't have to think about what he's doing. He can not remember much of his previous life, so he thinks of the bloody standards in the clan as normal, thinking all cats must live like that. He doesn't speak much unless spoken to, and is cautious and polite of cats older than himself.
Other:
History:
When Fallen first joined the clan, seeking safety, he was tested for his loyalty. To his dread, he had to kill another cat, a weak kit with a twisted leg. He claims that his fear was over powering, and he hardly felt anything by the time it got bad. No graphic memories, gore, any thing. He doesn't even remember killing her.Well, that's what Fallen tells himself, at least. In reality, he remembers every bloody detail. He remembers everything from the cat's horrific screams to the fire-like feeling as his claw's pierced the cat's neck- not fast and quick, but slow, deliberate, and painful. He had to, for his life's sake. He needed to prove that the skinny young cat he was, who could barely hunt, was worth taking into the clan. His victim was a she-cat, and to this day, he can describe her perfectly, every feature of her horrified face. He regrets every bit of it, with unimaginable shame.
Fallen's own bloodlust terrifies him, even if it was enforced by the clan. At only six moons old, he even tried to slit his own throat, in attempt to kill himself. He gave up out of fear, not failure. He hates his violent nature, wanting to think of himself as innocent. He will do anything to hide his true past, from others as well as himself. He refers to the bloodclan cat in him as another creature, slowly killing him, eating him alive. He refuses to accept that Fallen the cat and Fallen the murderer are one in the same.
In his self-made oblivion, Fallen is kind and young-hearted. He still wants to live the childhood he missed out on. He flounces around, and is quick to make friends, yet he always seems distant. He can picture his claws sinking through their fur all too well for comfort. He does not think he is worthy of having true friends.
Crush???
He is disgusted by the Bloodclan cats, and would be slow to like any cat.
Looks(add a picture and short description in words):
He is a handsome dark rusty colored tabby cat, almost the color of drying blood.

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Warrior

Name:
Thrushflight
Age:
a young warrior
Gender:
she-cat
Personality:
She is caring, but ill tempered. Her emotions can change fast. She could play the part of a mother protecting an orphan, and the next second be feeling blood lust toward a cat that agrivates her. She is dedicated to her clan though, and would give her life a thousand times to protect it.
"What do I like, you ask? Well, I don't like much, except protecting my clan. Anything else are merely distractions. Well... If I must say... I've sort of always wanted to find someone to care about that. But that's kind of a ridiculous wish, isn't it? Love is fake. It is nothing more than a mere game for the weak hearted. Besides, there are no respectable cats in this clan it seems. But still, I sometimes find myself wishing- oh, nevermind... forget what I said. You didn't hear that, understand?-"
"Anyways, I despise loud cats, who think themselves higher than me. The only one who I would let talk down to me is my leader. Anyone else better be prepared to feel my claws. Also, young, ignorant apprentices and cats annoy me."
Thrushflight is loyal to Bloodclan, which she loves. She sees herself as being a friendly cat and easy to get along with, however she is stern and takes rules and punishments very seriously. She's a good, though ambitious warrior, brave and compassionate toward her clan mates. She would be the perfect, ideal deputy, she tells herself, but she keeps politely to herself. She'll wait her turn.
Apprentice:
None. Oh I feel sorry for whoever she gets as an apprentice...
Mate:
She is a bit lonely, but would never admit it to herself. She has never has met any cat in her clan that she has thought of as more than a friend. She is a firm cat, however, and isn't really looking for a mate. She has convinced himself that as a true warrior, her loyalty should be to the clan as a whole, alone- not a single cat, or even himself.
Kits:
None, doesn't plan on it. She does have a soft spot for kits though, but she sees it as a simple fault in herself and ignores it.
Other:
Looks(add a picture and short description in words):

Accepted when you are done. Good job! =D