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{*phew!* Alright, done with these guys. Still need to start my Ember cat, but that's not a priority...}

xxx
♒ { i r o n f u r } . { m a l e } . { w a r r i o r } . { g r a v e } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Ironfur

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

He has his warrior name, and there's only one more he'd like to add to his collection...

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

A handsome tom

{.{ a g e }.}

A senior warrior at fifty seven moons

{.{ r a n k }.}

He's a senior warrior

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

Ironfur has always wished to be deputy

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

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

Ironfur was named aptly, for just his name describes his coat and appearance. A steely gray tom, big boned and massive looking, covered in flowing grey-blue fur, a common coat for his clan, and a very lovely one, Ironfur no doubt looks intimidating. His build is somewhere between a bear and a tsunami, giant for a cat and burly. Dangerous. The muscles in his legs and shoulders, as well as a strong jaw, are the most pronounced features he he, rippling under his grey pelt. Ironclaw, or Ironbone, would have been appropriate for the cat as well, with hard fangs and claws and thick bones. He towers over cats younger and older then him, and even as his mature age advances, speed and strength have yet to leave him. Ironfur's eyes are an intense contrast from his muted grey coat. A bright, luminous gold, yellow as the sun as it streams down onto the hot bronze sand, Ironfur's eyes are round and large. When narrowed and glaring, they become scorching, and when smiling, they glitter like gold and are just as inviting.
He's not the most handsome cat, despite these quant qualities. He's just a giant grey cat with yellow eyes. His fangs are a bit crooked, and more then a few scars mar his body. Five small scratches etch his muzzle, there's a notch in his ear, and a long white scar shines on the inside of his back leg. His stomach is ripped apart, under his grey fur, from a fight when he was a young warrior, and another cat belly-raked him. It's healed, but still looks ghoulish. With a deep, bass voice, lower then the thunder that roars over the ocean at midnight, along with the striking stature and long shadow he throws from his hight and girth, Ironfur is a mature warrior. Stocky legs and large paws keep his balance in a fight, and fangs long and pointed aid his endeavors, whether hunting or battling. He has a thick neck, covered in a mane of geryish blue fur, and a long, bottlebrush tail, that, for the most part, is bound to have dirt and sand caught in it's strands.

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

A dark steely grey, with blue tints.

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

A giant cat, strong looking and immense. Scars are all about his person, and he doesn't look that fast, just seemingly in possession of brute strength and experience.

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

Large, rounded, and a bright golden yellow. It actually doesn't really go with his coat color, and looks a bit strange, but they shine in the dark, and they're rather unique.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

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

There are many words to describe Ironfur. The most common of them being grave, solemn, dark, quiet, mysterious. Those are the ones that come so easily to him, it's hard for him not to show it, not to let those emotions flow from his dark pelt and create an aura of sorrow and depth around him, like a blanket, like a shield. But there are also happier adjectives; clever, loving, loyal, sympathetic, brave, noble, soft-hearted, strong. These are all qualities that give Ironfur some of what really makes him, him. But there is a single word that describes him beyond any comprehension. And no one knows what that word is, besides himself.

Tortured.

Secrets and lies have made Ironfur the cat he is today, and that cat is a dark, grave character. Hardly does a smile cross his lips in a conversation, and only if he really knows you, really cares for you, will he grace you with one. It's a shame, he's handsome when he smiles. Ironfur, as a result of his closed demeanor, can become, easily, to another cat, just a faceless tom. They can stop caring easily about him, because he never gives anyone reasons to care. He prefers not to. If there is a single thing Ironfur hates the most, it is pity. It is pity that he despises, for it makes him feel weak and small. It makes him feel like a kit again, back in the days of his youth, the days and the memories that still give him nightmares, even as a matured, strong warrior. It's these memories and conflicting emotions that make him so somber, so morose. They plague his mind constantly. It's hard for him just to get a single moment of peace, a single moment of happiness. And those rare and much treasured seconds come along only when he is with one he really trusts, really loves.

Love is a hard thing for Ironfur to come by. It takes a lot of time, a lot of patience, and a lot of luck. There have been two cats in his life he has loved, before, and both turned out badly for him. So, maybe a brighter, happier cat would ask, whispering as they watched the large cat pad out of camp, how annoying it is that Ironfur never smiles, or that he always seems to look like the end of the world is near, that every decision is the turning point of his life; that he treats everything and everyone with so much gravity...but it's because experience has taught him that is what he must do. Life forced the innocence out of him.

Ironfur used to be happy, too. That's the worst part, that before the events that changed him happened, he was naive and innocent, and kind. Smiles were abundant and laughter was first nature to him. But he was young then, and he was truly alive with youth and innocent joy. And now he has aged. Now, Ironfur has become the cat he is destined to remain for the rest of his life: a morose, dreary creature, with only intermittent spells of true joy like the joy he once felt so long ago.

Another huge quality to Ironfur is his ambition. It's not a bad type, not the type where he wants to take over the entire world, but he has ambition. He has that need, that want, that tug in his heart to be better, to have power and to excersize it. He thinks--no, he knows, that if he was more powerful, he could do so much more. He could help others more efficiently, and he could do good. For Ironfur, life is all about doing the best he can do, now. He must redeem himself for his past actions, when he was an apprentice, and the messes he got himself into. He wants to be the best; but not for selfish reasons. He wants to be remembered as a kind, good cat. And to do that, he needs power.

It's not that he is always depressed and dreary. Iron doesn't want to die, doesn't obsess in his mind thoughts of revenge or grief or hatred...no, it's not that. It's just, sometimes you can't run away from your memories, no matter how hard you try. So many times the tom has tried to start over, tried to be more friendly and happy and joyful, but his mind is too heavy for his heart to bare, and he cannot forget. When he does, a feeling of guilt extinguishes any happiness he felt prior to it, it eats away at him...because, in his heart of hearts, the problem is not that Ironfur cannot forget his past to embrace his future, it's that he doesn't want to.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

sunrises
midnight
nights of no moon
leaf bare
beautiful she-cats, especially ones with pale fur
hunting crab
the scent of lilies
his clan
the good memories he possess

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

midday
loud, obnoxious cats
most of his memories as a young cat, in general his life when he was younger
his family
his ex mate
a certain loner that shall remain unnamed
thunderstorms
fighting
asking for help or showing signs of weakness
proud or smug cats
the idea of death

{.{ f e a r s }.}

There is only a single thing Sharkwhisker is terrified of, and that is the truth. That someday, the truth about himself will come out, and everyone will know who he is. What he is.

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

Running
Doing anything for a long period of time
Being sociable
Hunting birds
Getting over grudges

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

Fighting with his strength
Hunting fish and crab
Thinking
Being patient, especially in a trying situation
Being resourceful

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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

Ironfur was born a clan cat, by his mother, Blossomtide. His father, Surftail, died before he was born in a battle against loners who were passing through Seaclans territory, and were taking prey. Ironfur grew up, his first few moons, happy, and was told all about his courageous father in stories from his mother. He had a brother, Bronzekit, as well, who eventually turned into Bronzepaw, but he died before becoming a warrior. They grew up, when they were young, playing and laughing. It was when he was seven moons old Blossomtide fell ill to Greencough. When she died, they were almost apprentices, and it was strange, having to leave the nursery, having to begin a whole new faze in their lives, without the mother who was always by their side. It was when he was nine moons old the unthinkable happened. When Ironfur found out the truth, not only about who he was, and who his family was, but about what he had to do to save his life. To save his soul. I'm refraining from details, because I don't want it to be common knowledge what Ironfur went through. What I can tell you is that he grew a hatred, no, deeper then hatred: an antipathy for loners, a distrust to those around him that he thought before he could trust, and he lost the easiness to his smile.
When he was a young warrior, just twenty moons, he became mates with a young she-cat, a white cat called Pondfeather. He, over his apprentice years, slowly but surely began to trust her, and by the end of their time as apprentices, was sharing with her his most private thoughts--all but his deepest fears and past. He shared with her everything else, though, his thoughts on the clan, on Tidestar, on destiny and fate and love and loss. His emotions on the death of his family and his opinions on practically anything. She listened, and would reward him with the same information. They were both deep and loving, and he really cared for her, more then any cat he had known, practically. Unfortunately, he loved her too much, and trusted her too much. Ironfur put too much of his faith in Pondfeather, idolized her to a point where he thought she would never desert him or betray him, to the point where he thought they would love each other forever. So he told her the truth about his past, about part of it, anyway. It shattered the she-cat, made her almost hate her mate. Because it turned out he was a different cat then she'd known, the entire time. And she left him. It was betrayal to Sharkwhisker, and he doesn't talk about her much, these days. She died, too, the same way his brother went; drowning. And though they had wonderful times together, the memory of his first mate still makes the tom cringe with hatred and sorrow.

{.{ m a t e }.}

His first and last mate was Pondfeather. He has yet to trust any cat as much, and tends to hold back.

{.{ k i n }.}

His brother Bronzepaw, who died. His mother and father, Blossomtide and Surftail.

{.{ k i t s }.}

None

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

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

c h e s s

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

Chess works, or if you knew me as Misc I go by that, too. :3

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nope.

♒ { r e e d } . { f e m a l e } . { r o g u e } . { l o n e l y } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Reed

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

Actually, Reed hates the clan, but if she ever were to join, her name would be changed to Dampreed, reed coming from her name, and Damp because it's water-y.

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

Female, of course. Despite her brown pelt, which can be associated with males commonly, and the rather butch name her parents bestowed upon her, Reed's female. Trust her on that one.

{.{ a g e }.}

A young twenty three moons. Agile and in her prime.

{.{ r a n k }.}

Reed's a rogue. She was never part of the clans, but she hates them and so her aggressiveness makes her a rogue, not a loner. Besides that, she associates with some of the kitty pets, and that makes her less of a loner.

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

Reed doesn't know what she wants, but she doesn't want to be part of the clan, that's for sure.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

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

Reed can seem a rather plain she-cat, especially when standing next to a brilliant tortoiseshell or snowy white goddess. Her brown fur is efficient, though, it's light, sandy-auburn hue blending in nicely with the reeds she was named for and even in sand, on darker days. Jet black tabby stripes, setting her light brown fur in contrast to make it appear almost ginger (but not quite) weave through her pelt. A brown tabby is a normal coat for a cat to have, pretty common, as a whole, but the rippling way her pelt moves on her and it's opposing tones, actually, looking at Reed for long enough, one could find her quite beautiful. Her body, too, seems plain at first glance, with average length legs and a medium coat, if not slightly short furred. Her muscles aren't trained, like that of a warriors, but are wiry and slightly feminine looking, for lack of the constant work clan cats go through. Her head is a pretty triangular shape, with a narrow muzzle and wide set, narrowed almond eyes. Reed inherited her mothers eyes, leafy green and warm. They're not bright or vibrant like some cats, and can seem muted and even dull, but if you look deep inside them you can see a few specks of gold and brown washed amongst their green depths. As a whole, Reed is a normal looking she-cat, to anyone who lays an eye on her; it takes time to get to know her, and once you do, you might find that she really is beautiful.

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

A light brown tabby, short furred, and neat.

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

Lithe and wiry, rather feminine looking and an average hight.

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

A soft, leafy green, muted and warm.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

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

Reed has layers. She's like a tree, with rings, with the widest one farthest out, until they get smaller and smaller towards the center. Tree's can grow and flourish, but the older they are, the more rings they get, the less their leaves shine, the more crooked their branches grow. Reed's like that. It's hard to tell how many "rings" she has from just looking at her, but she's had her fair share of suffering. Had her history. A sweet, and kind she-cat, she's flamboyant and bouncy on a normal day. Especially when she gets to talk to someone, which isn't often, with her lifestyle. A favorite past time of hers is swimming, in particular cannon-balling into a nice shallow pool and watching the splash. Her laugh is one of the best things about Reed; it's light and free, high pitched like birdsong, and sweet. She's not a sarcastic cat, and she doesn't get that type of dry humor, but loves a cat who understands her, understands that everything she says, weather in jest or in her deepest moments, is true. She hardly lies, Reed learned a long time ago that lies get you nowhere but trouble. And all they leave you with are regrets and tears. When she's upset though, or especially thoughtful, Reed is not just another vapid she-cat. She's deep. And a controlled sadness she has, all the time, for her life, sometimes she lets it loose, sometimes everything is too much and she can't control it, and she can cry for hours. Reed is like a philosopher; she thinks about things. Really thinks about them. Like why the seasons change, why cats die, where they go when they die, what life means, if the prey feels it when they die, if they think like she does, if anyone cares about her. Once, when she was smaller, she had no doubt in her mind that if she set herself to it, she could fly. So she climbed up a short tree while her mother was napping, and with confidence and a smile, flung herself off. She had a twisted paw and couldn't walk for a whole moon, but she healed, though her mind hardly matured. A part of Reed still thinks she could fly, if she wanted to.
Reed used to be one of a huge family. Her father, mother, two older twin brothers, her younger three sisters (she was in a litter by herself), her aunt, and her grandmother. In that order: Starfish, Seabird, Thistle and Thorn, Rose, Lily, and Tulip, Stormy, and Silver. They traveled in a family group, from place to place, hunkering down during the leaf bares to keep warm and then moving on during green leaf and new leaf, when they could be sustained. Reed and her family came here, one late leaf fall, into the territory, to stay for the season of cold. In the middle of it, though, in the center of the harshest winter she'd ever felt in all her seven moons (at the time), the other cats living in the area found out about them, and warned them to move on from their land, for they were taking their food. Reed had never heard of such a crazy notion! Their food? How could prey belong to someone? The earth was all of their home, wasn't it? That's what her mother had always taught her, to love your fellow cat, to share what you had with those less fortunate, to be a good friend and neighbor. Never take more than your share, and leave everything better than you found it. Well. Reed and her family, not wanting to be attacked, especially with the three kits, her younger sisters, there, and her, who was still a kitten, moved on. They walked for what felt like seasons, in circles, they couldn't find their way in the blizzards and snow. There was no prey. It was a fact. It was a barren wasteland outside the territorial cats land. One by one her smaller sisters died. First Rose, then Tulip, then Lily. They were all too weak. Thistle got sick, and he was gone overnight. Thorn, he was his brothers best friend. They did everything together, and it felt like he'd almost lost the will to live. Either way, his will didn't matter, he starved to death within the moon. Silver, her old frame emaciated, was next, and then Stormy, who'd been sick before, with whitecough. Seabird had watched five of her children die; she was starving, weak, almost insane...it was almost a gift when she was found cold with her eyes glazed over. An end to her pain. Starfish sobbed for days at her side, wouldn't even eat what Reed found; hardly anything, a rotten, dead mouse, and some roots to chew. He died at her side, and Reed was left. Alone. Isolated. Forgotten. Abandoned. She felt like dying, felt like it would be a blessing to be with all her family again....wherever they had gone and left her. But it was the end. And New Leaf almost within that same moon came back, and she survived. Because no matter how soft Reed looks, how small and babyish, how delicate and fragile; she's tough. She's a survivor. And she's proven it.
But her history was what made Reed who she is today. When she was younger, she was wracked with greif. Couldn't control her emotions and would cry herself to sleep as she curled up alone amongst the long grasses on the beach, cold and scared. Moons past, and her family's memory was lost to new struggles of the everyday. How to teach herself to hunt and fight, meeting friends and kittypets, avoiding the clan....above all, Reed refuses to forgive the clan, for what they've done to her and her family. They ruined it, were selfish and cruel and she doesn't, nor does she think she ever will, understand it. In her own vengeful opinion, the clan killed her family, and broke her. She will never forget that.
So she can be harsh and condescending, when feeling up to it, she can be quite the fighter, with a tongue of steel. She can hurt you, too, if she wants to, though she's never in her life gotten the chance, save a few scrimages with some unwanted kittypets who were hanging about her scavenging her catches. Reed's become, over the seasons, a creature of solitude. She hates it, wishes she could be her old, carefree self again, but she knows in the pit of her heart she'll never be able to go back.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

The ocean tides, at low tide, when she can go searching for crabs and cool shells
Bright, warm days when the sand's hot as stone
Some of her kittypet friends
Thinking of her family quietly
wild flowers

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

The clan, more then anything
feeling hungry
blood
stormy days
two-legs
feeling alone

{.{ f e a r s }.}

Dying alone, with no one to care whether she's alive or not. With no one to mourn her.
Forgetting her family
Losing herself
Not being good enough to live on her own; depending on someone else

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

She's not a great fighter, since she was never trained, and her hunting, though efficient enough, has no technique, only instinct, to it.

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

Being quiet for long periods of time, jumping, swimming, and spying on others.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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

...Oh, rats. I might have given it to you in her personality. Hehe...

{.{ m a t e }.}

None, though she wouldn't mind one. She gets rather lonely, at times.

{.{ k i n }.}

Her deceased family; her mother, Seabird, her father, Starfish, and the rest of her family, Tulip, Rose, Lily, Thistle, Thorn, Silver, and Stormy.

{.{ k i t s }.}

None

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

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

c h e s s

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

Chess works, or misc. Or anything, really ^^

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nah'

{I've finished these two fella's, and
I'm still working on my Ember character. ^^}

[indefinite.]

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.


♒ { gingerstripe } . { tom } . { warrior } . { sharp-tongued } ♒

✈✈ you're built so tall it's like you're flying.

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu
{.{ n a m e }.}

gingerstripe. gingerstripe was first given the name gingerkit, along with his littermates cricketkit and owlkit. when they had achieved their apprentice names, he did as well, after much consideration. however, because he refused to become a medicine cat apprentice, his apprentice training lasted six moons longer than his littermates, and even with his loss of eyesight he still isnt able to be recognized as a true warrior, and is questioning becoming an elder.

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

already achieved. even though this was delayed a full six moons, he still has recieved the name gingerstripe.

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

tom. yes, gingerstripe is a full studded tom, and he has the body to prove it.

{.{ a g e }.}

32 moons. this tom has just reached the age of thirty two moons, and it has marked the anniversary of 32 moons worth of no eyesight, 6 moons of being a kit, 12 moons of being an apprentice, and 20 moons of being a warrior.

{.{ r a n k }.}

a warrior.. because he is blind though, he's been pestered to join the elders den for moons. he cannot fully commit to all the tasks that a warrior must accomplish, but that doesnt mean he doesnt strive to do so.

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

to be a real warrior. gingerstripe desperatly wants to earn his eyesight so he can truely become a warrior with his littermates, as that isnt possible with no sight.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

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

a large, handsome tom. gingerstripe is a large, muscular tom. with fiery orange fur with darker brown stripes, he is considered to be a fairly handsome cat. everything about him appears to be lively, his broad shoulders, bright pelt shade, and the way he carries himself, all except his eyes. yes, the poor tom is blind in both eyes, given this by birth. those ivory green pools of his look souless, hungry, desiring. with a wide set frame and stature, he is considered to be very regal though, inspite his perdiciment.

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

ginger. gingerstripe has a fiery orange, long coated pelt with darker ginger stripes.

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

muscular. gingerstripe is a very brad and muscular tom, as is any warrior.

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

sightless. they look half starved, souless, as those ivory green pools provide him with no sight what so ever.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

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

sharp-tongued. work in progress.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• to be alone.
• to feel apart of something.
• to be treated as an equal.
• to be seen as someone who doesn't deserve special treatment.

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

• being treated as an unequal.
• being hung over like he's a helpless kit.
• youngsters pestering him.
• warm weather.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• what cat isnt afraid of death?
• his loss of eyesight giving him harm.
• losing his littermates.

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

• his sharp tongue.
• his loss of eyesight.
• being too prideful.
• lashing out at everyone.

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

• listening.
• carrying heavy objects.
• his scent works wonders.
• he is very protective.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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

nothing much. gingerstripe and his littermates were born to a pair named trouttail and willowshine. now willowshine was of seaclan, but trouttail was not. he was of pineclan, a clan deep within the forest. he and willowshine had met when she raced off seaclan boundaries, being in a fued with her friend and she was in great depression. trouttail cheered her up, and from then on they would secretly meet by midnight. well, in responce to all this, willowshine began to hold kits within her. now her brother reedwhisker was angered by this when she told him, and told seaclan's leader. willowshine was to suffer serious consiquences with her actions, but she was never around to fulfill them. she abandoned her kits at their birth, leaving them to be nursed by some other queen.
now gingerkit, owlkit, and cricketkit were a lively bunch right from the start, their mews upsetting the other queens and kits, their constant energy upsetting the warriors. yes, they were born to cause trouble, as one cat said, and soon everyone agreed. what made matters worse was that though they were clanborn, they werent fully seaclan born. it was thanks to gingerkit's abnormality that kept seaclan's leader fromhaving them abandoned in the forest. if gingerkit hadnt been born blind, he and his littermates would have all died. at apprentice age, they were all treated differently. cricketpaw and owlpaw had to work harder than the other apprentices to feel welcomed, gingerpaw even more because he couldnt see. in fact, he had to train as an apprentice for twelve moons instead of six. but they finally did become warriors, and in their eyes, it was more than fair.

{.{ m a t e }.}

nope. no, no one can tolerate him that much.

{.{ k i n }.}

owlflight and cricketsong. owlflight and cricketsong are his littermates.

{.{ k i t s }.}

none. nope.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

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

indefinite.

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

indie or deffs.

{.{ o t h e r }.}

nope.

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.


♒ { owlflight } . { tom } . { warrior } . { foolish } ♒

♘♘ i'll ride right on in, unstoppable.



ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

owlflight. owlflight was given his name 'owl' because even as a kit, he prefered to sleep during the day, and bug others at night. it was just him, and even though he knows now that this affects everyone around him, he can't help himself. as for his suffix 'flight', that was purely because he is an excellent hunter, his leaps and all.

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

already achieved. owlflight has already recieved his name.

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

A tom. owlflight is most obviously a tom, based on his large, muscular frame. He is toned and strong, and the ideal image of a manly tom.

{.{ a g e }.}

32 moons. owlflight is rather young for a warrior, compared to the almight tidestar. he isnt new at being a warrior, in case it isnt obvious, but he sure isnt no wise elder either.

{.{ r a n k }.}

warrior. owlflight is a strong and noble warrior. it took him quite alot of effort to get where he is now, and doesnt plan to loose this important role within seaclan so easily.

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

deputy. this old cat has strived to be leader one day, but he knows it is unrealistic. instead, he strives for deputy.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

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

big boned and stocky. owlflight is a big boned, stocky warrior. he has brown, tabby fur with light specks dappled along his underbelly, face, and tail. he has piercing green eyes that swirl when he is excited, and he normally is. his face almost always wears a smile, an his wheels constantly turn in his head as he cooks up another plan to get he and his littermates in trouble. his ears are perked upright like satellite dishes waiting to pick up a signal, so it gives him a cute deminior.

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

tabby brown. owlflight has a dark, tabby brown pelt with darker flecks, and a white underbelly.

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

stocky. owlflight is rather large, muscular for his age. it runs in the family.

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

ivory green. they are a piercing green with lighter flecks closer to his pupil.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

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

foolish. owlflight is a cat of words. he isnt afraid to share his feelings and will greatly express them. he holds himself and others to a much too high standard, and over exagerates on the punishment for such issues that havent been resolved. this mkes him a dependable cat to get things complete, as he is too afraid of himself to not do them. owlflight understands the meaning of duty, however he doesnt understand the meaning of cooperation. he prefers to work alone, though that doesnt mean he is an antisocial cat. he flourishes with other cats, however he thinks it is opposite.
owlflight is a very bountiful cat. very expressive in his words, he flourishes with the supportive comments others give him. he loves to be the center of attention, and he is mischevious at heart. he always has a few good tricks and or plans up his sleeve that get his littermates and himself in loads of trouble, but yet he refuses to learn from his past mistakes, making him a rather foolish cat.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• to be in control.
• to feel important.
• to bring excitment to a situation.
• to be apart of excitment.

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

• being told wrong.
• being a follower.
• sitting still.
• being told what to do.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• death, duh.
• being the cause of something bad.
• being a disappointment to his clan.

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

• owlflight in no means is a good listener.
• he has low stamina.
• he may not be the best fighter.

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

• climbing trees.
• leaping long distances.
• bringing others to smile.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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

it's rather difficult to describe. owlflight and his littermates were born to a pair named trouttail and willowshine. now willowshine was of seaclan, but trouttail was not. he was of pineclan, a clan deep within the forest. he and willowshine had met when she raced off seaclan boundaries, being in a fued with her friend and she was in great depression. trouttail cheered her up, and from then on they would secretly meet by midnight. well, in responce to all this, willowshine began to hold kits within her. now her brother reedwhisker was angered by this when she told him, and told seaclan's leader. willowshine was to suffer serious consiquences with her actions, but she was never around to fulfill them. she abandoned her kits at their birth, leaving them to be nursed by some other queen.
now gingerkit, owlkit, and cricketkit were a lively bunch right from the start, their mews upsetting the other queens and kits, their constant energy upsetting the warriors. yes, they were born to cause trouble, as one cat said, and soon everyone agreed. what made matters worse was that though they were clanborn, they werent fully seaclan born. it was thanks to gingerkit's abnormality that kept seaclan's leader fromhaving them abandoned in the forest. if gingerkit hadnt been born blind, he and his littermates would have all died. at apprentice age, they were all treated differently. cricketpaw and owlpaw had to work harder than the other apprentices to feel welcomed, gingerpaw even more because he couldnt see. in fact, he had to train as an apprentice for twelve moons instead of six. but they finally did become warriors, and in their eyes, it was more than fair

{.{ m a t e }.}

you need to be in love for that. nope.

{.{ k i n }.}

his littermates. gingerstripe and cricketsong.

{.{ k i t s }.}

you need a mate for that. nope.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

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

indefinite.

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

deffs or indie.

{.{ o t h e r }.}

nope.

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.


♒ { cricketsong } . { she-cat } . { warrior } . { thoughtful } ♒

✎✎ i'll write my own story.



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{.{ n a m e }.}

cricketsong. the silver little she-cat was given the prefix 'cricket' for her small size, and often the other cats laughed at her. at a young age, every cat would come into the nursery to visit the she cat trying to size up the two other toms twice her size. it was rather adorable, and everyone misjudged her ability, until she was an apprentice. she sure proved everyone wrong with her eagerness and gorgeous exterior, as well as interior. granted, she then recieved the suffix 'song'.

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

already achived. cricketsong has aleady been given her name.

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

she-cat. its easy to see that this silvery grey beauty is a she-cat. from her petite self and rather big heart, isnt obvious.

{.{ a g e }.}

32 moons. this young warrior has much to learn in order to be considered one to go to for warrior advice.

{.{ r a n k }.}

a warrior. cricketsong enjoys being an important role within the clan, though she doesnt want to be too important. she prefers to be one in a million than a million in one.

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

does she look like she would fawn over high ranks? a queen at the most.

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

get a good look at her. cricketsong is a petite, snow white she cat with lighter grey stripes. she is quite a bit little, and sometimes the elder cats dont see her until they step on her. she has wide, blue moons for eyes and can often be seen with her chin up in the air in defiance. everything about her, except her eyes, is narrow. from her ears down to her paws, it is all slim. she has an adorable black velvet nose that twitched when she is amused, and she always seems to be in a bright mood. her insides of her ears and the backs of them are a light pink to match her nose, and her tail is a mixture of fawn and grey.

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

a silver tabby. cricketsong has silvery grey fur with darker flecks.

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

petite. cricketsong is all around petite. in fact, she's the same size as an apprentice.

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

blue. her blue moons for eyes are rather intriguing, their sheer size and roundness.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

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

she's easy to love. cricketsong's name basically gives you an overall preview of her personality. she is gentle to every cat of her band from the smallest kit, to the crankiest elder. she favors kits and elders, actually, over any other cat in the clan. just as any other cat, curiosity gets the best of her ninty-nine percent of the time, however she hasnt yet learned otherwise. when it comes to fighting, she can turn on a dime. her petite attitude vanishes and she becomes a vicious, threatening cat. cricketsong isnt always beauty and grace though. she can become controling at times, and sometimes thinks she is the most beautiful she cat there is. she has much to learn if she wants to become a fully capable cat, one that could take care of herself on her own.
the warrior code is practically cricketsong's life. from respecting her elders, toholding herelf to a high standard, and even to feeding others first before herself, ad lives for it all. sometimes, she feels as if she needs to prove herself higher than her "mousebrain brothers'' because she wants to be appreciated in this clan and fulfill her reason for being born.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• to take walks alone in the forest.
• the water.
• hunting.
• to feel wanted.

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

• crowded areas.
• heights.
• to feel out of place.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• none other than water.

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

• she's not seaclan born.
• she's terrified of water.
• she's like a crazed mother hen around injured cats.

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

• swimming.
• being light on her feet.
• caring for others.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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

she hates talking about it. cricketsong and her littermates were born to a pair named trouttail and willowshine. now willowshine was of seaclan, but trouttail was not. he was of pineclan, a clan deep within the forest. he and willowshine had met when she raced off seaclan boundaries, being in a fued with her friend and she was in great depression. trouttail cheered her up, and from then on they would secretly meet by midnight. well, in responce to all this, willowshine began to hold kits within her. now her brother reedwhisker was angered by this when she told him, and told seaclan's leader. willowshine was to suffer serious consiquences with her actions, but she was never around to fulfill them. she abandoned her kits at their birth, leaving them to be nursed by some other queen.
now gingerkit, owlkit, and cricketkit were a lively bunch right from the start, their mews upsetting the other queens and kits, their constant energy upsetting the warriors. yes, they were born to cause trouble, as one cat said, and soon everyone agreed. what made matters worse was that though they were clanborn, they werent fully seaclan born. it was thanks to gingerkit's abnormality that kept seaclan's leader fromhaving them abandoned in the forest. if gingerkit hadnt been born blind, he and his littermates would have all died. at apprentice age, they were all treated differently. cricketpaw and owlpaw had to work harder than the other apprentices to feel welcomed, gingerpaw even more because he couldnt see. in fact, he had to train as an apprentice for twelve moons instead of six. but they finally did become warriors, and in their eyes, it was more than fair

{.{ m a t e }.}

she can only hope. nope.

{.{ k i n }.}

her littermates. gingerstripe and owlflight.

{.{ k i t s }.}

she would have to have a mate. none.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

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

seindefinite.

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

deffs or indie.

{.{ o t h e r }.}

nope.

[darĸнowl]

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Moonshade } . { She-cat } . { Warrior } . { Mysterious } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

~Moonshade~ She wasn't born into the clan, but actually found when only three moons old. She was laying along the far border of the clan's territory; broken, bruised and hardly conscious. When a patrol found her to take back to camp, they noticed she was bathed in the moonlight shining down clearly when they stopped- her dark pelt illuminating in the light. When they moved towards her, a cloud covered it's light and they found how dark the little she-kit looked. Because she seemed to be protected by the 'moon's shade', that was what she was named after. Also, to ad onto her name, it seemed a very powerful name which fit her mysterious personality perfectly.

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

She-cat. It's honestly hard to mistake her for anything else. She's one of t he extremely attractive souls around her, she just doesn't see that. She has all the typical female feline features.

{.{ a g e }.}

27 moons. Moonshade was born during the end of Green-Leaf, at it's best time. The first time she blinked her big eyes in the sunlight, she first saw her brother sitting right beside her, gazing around with her on the same day they were born- they had opened their eyes relatively fast once born.

{.{ r a n k }.}

Warrior. She hasn't ever really expected anything less, nor anything more. She's is completely content living a healthy, long life as a warrior. Deputy would be great; a huge honor. But she doesn't think she'd be good leader potential one day.

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

Like I said, she'd like to be deputy but it's unrealistic for her. She'd honestly just want to live to be a senior warrior, then retire as late as possible.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

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

This she-cat is a stunning one to look at. She's always had a very controlled, strong aura that seemed to surround her {Not literally, to 'see' xD}. She has a very strong personality despite her sweet nature so it's not hard to tell she always knows what she's doing.
Moonshade's pelt, now, is unmistakable. Not many cats have a grey coat like hers. It's an extremely dark shade of grey, not quite charcoal but definitely not black, for that's what her tabby stripes are. She has a strong, but petite body, which hides the advantages she's got in fighting. Thanks to that, she can slip away quickly from an opponent and tackle them with a hard force. This young tabby is very attractive and definitely gets the toms' attention though she hardly notices it for no cat is brave or sweet enough to tell her she's beautiful. The tabby, jet-black stripes and intense eyes are extremely intimidating.

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

Moonshade is known for her beautiful smokey, very dark grey, with blended silver (base colours mixed together) tabby coat and jet black stripes (imagine coat darker in the pics). Her cheeks, chest and most of her underbelly are pure white. The silver is hardly visible most of time, but shines from underneath the grey in direct sunlight or moonlight. When she was a kit, Moonshade didn't even look that dark, but gradually it proved that her pelt was extremely dark. The white is striking, compared to her dark grey tabby pelt and black stripes.

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

She's a strongly built she-cat with thick, soft medium-length fur. She doesn't have very long legs, but she can still run fast. Despite her good muscle build, she's a slender she-cat. Her fur is warm from it's length, but she can still swim relatively well with it; not that she's the best swimmer. She really has no scars or markings, but when she was a kit she was covered in them from her long journey. She healed overtime but mentally sometimes she feels they're still there.

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

Moonshade has really big, blue eyes that always sparkle in the sunlight and moonlight, so dark that they seem to be a dark indigo colour. They are a perfect round shape, accenting her beautiful face. When ever they seem to sparkle in the light they seem to give off that shattered-into-a-million-pieces look.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

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

This dark tabby is a strong hearted she-cat with a caring personality. She is extremely fierce in battle and quick and smart while fighting. Moonshade will stand up for herself and others she cares for when needed but doesn't like to make a fuss over things and doesnt want to attract attention, being humble. She's very smart, brave and courageous, but sweet. She has a very mysterious and powerful aura that seems to emanate from her when she is fighting, speaking about something important, or is challenged about her family - Moonshade, seeming a very strong and mysterious name, fit her perfectly. She is very defensive about her old clan, and still holds a slight strong power about her.
Moonshade is good at hiding her emotions but she always feels bad about anything she does incorrectly; little or big. She is extremely apologetic, even when it's not necessary. She is very aggressive when it comes to rogues.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• Training others
• Sitting in the forest, night or day but preferably night
• Spending time with anyone who'd care to do nothing and turn it interesting
• The stars/moon
• Listening to a storm
• Fighting
• Daydreaming

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

• Hunting; though she'll do it without question
• Arguments
• Irritating cats
• Nightmares {She gets them often}
• Losing in anything

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• Badgers
• Losing her home and clan again
•Never finding love

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

• Too caring
• Will do whatever any cat higher in authority asks her UNLESS it's completely ridiculous

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

• Fighting
• Quick-thinker/smart with words
• Hiding emotions when needed

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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

Moonshade had a pretty hard and confusing past. When she was born with her brother, Darkkit, their mother never told them what happened with their father until after two moons. She explained that she'd fallen in love with him, mated, had them, but he deserted her at the suggestion of clanlife. The clan rebuked her for her remaining time, even Moonkit and Darkkit. But they soon felt bad and let it go. After hardly over two moons, a strange tom took Moonkit away from the nursery one night. He had whispered something along the lines of ''I love you'' to her mother and she then found it was her real father. He hadn't run away. There were rogues that had threatened to kill his family if he joined them so he left to chase them off to protect his family. His mate knew all along, and had stayed asleep that night for she couldn't bare saying goodbye to Moonkit. Her father was taking her because the rogues were coming for her alone so he needed to keep her away. They found them after a week of long trekking through the forest and confronted her father. They beat him and even innocent little Moonkit up. He hardly made it to Seaclan before yowling for help to save his daughter's life. He asked one particular tom to take her in before the patrol appeared and he agreed to promise to keep her safe. He ran off, fighting the rogues off one last time. Moonkit had been unconscious that whole process so she never got to say goodbye to her father. To this day she still has no clue as to whether or not he's alive. She misses him, her mother and brother desperately, but knows she can't go back.

{.{ m a t e }.}

None. Moonshade has always felt lonely in this clan, mostly because she doesn't have many friends and cats don't really care for her. She's always longed to find someone special, someone to love and care for her when she needed it most but so far... nothing. She's still waiting, though and only prays to Starclan that she might have a family one day.

{.{ k i n }.}

Petalthorn;; unknown;; mother
Dark{kit};; unknown;; brother
Ember;; unknown;; father.

{.{ k i t s }.}

None. Always wanted ^ Look at 'Mate'. Longs to start a family with a tom who loves her. Is starting to lose hope, though.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

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

Just DarkHowl is the name! Don't worry about me changing it anytime soon; I've never done that yet. I've kept it the same the day I joined.

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

Everyone calls me Dark(: Some call me Darkie... Feel free to call me whatever you want tho, I really don't mind anything {As long as it's not offensive}

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nope! I hope this is alright!

[katniss,]

Will be updating everything soon. c:

Oh, deffs, someone else is using Cricket.

[spicy]

{ Just out of curiousity, when will we start roleplay? We've already got seven pages. xD }

[indefinite.]

Will be updating everything soon. c:

Oh, deffs, someone else is using Cricket.

{{ ugh. i knew something was gonna be wrong. her name, and for this roleplay only, will be dewwhisper.

also, i'm going on vacation tomorrow for a couple days. i always hate asking this, but if you guys are to start within the next day or two, could you not move along so much that i have to read through like twenty pages and feel left out when i return? otherwise you'll all see deffie's bad side, the one i use on users who steal my stuff xD }}

[katniss,]

EHHHHH. I messed up with name reservations like I always do. Due to this mistake, we have Robinpaw and Robinwing. Unless one of you would like to change your name, I will be allowing both of you to use the name as long as Robinpaw doesn't get a suffix anything like Robinwing.

Keep in mind "desired names" are just suggestions. If I don't like the name you provide there I will choose one for your cat. c:

If Cricketsong and Cricketpaw want to be the same prefix as well, I will let that slide too. I realize Cricketsong is a character you can't really replace, deffs. If you want to keep her Cricketsong I will let you keep her Cricketsong. c:

And we will start this weekend, once people finish up their forms.

[spicy]

{ Perfect! Tommorow I woon't be on much, due to me having to get ready for a party. Akso, on the 25-26 I won't be on due to my B-day celebration. Thank you!!! }

[indefinite.]

{{ you just made my day kat c: she will remain being cricketsong, and i am forever grateful to you xD also, i'll be returning this weekend, so looks like i'll make it back in time c; }}

[tbow.]

[[ I just wanted to let you know I probably won't be on much on Friday due to a party, and my school year is ending soon so I may not be active on weekdays much. I'm almost finished with Pebblefrost, and just to ask does anyone have the prefix Thorn yet? If not could I use it? c: ]]