ＤＩＳＰＵＴＥ [[ ℓιтєяαтє ωαяяισяѕ яρg;; a c c e p t i n g ]]

[- ιηfιηιту.]

----why do people keep private messaging me -.-..excuse me for a moment.

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { tsunamiwave } . { male } . { warrior } . { tranquil } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

"I have several names.. There's Tsunamikit, Tsunamipaw, and Tsunamiwave, although the first to names are no longer valid, I believe."

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

"I'm quite pleased with my own name for the time being. I don't believe I can have it changed either way."

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

"I could ramble on about how much of an obvious question this is, but let's not. I am a tom cat from the tip of my nose to the end of my tail."

{.{ a g e }.}

"In moons, I am twenty-seven moons, although I'm not quite sure what sort of time-telling-source you suffice with."

{.{ r a n k }.}

"I am a warrior."

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

"I'm rather content with my rank. Deputy would be an honor, but I believe all warriors feel that way, hm? Warrior is fine for the time being."

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

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

Tsunamiwave's pelt would be determined as 'calico' or 'tortoiseshell-and-white'. Either way you go, both would suffice. The tom's pelt consists of all colors cats can be, so I suppose you can say he gets a bit of everything, right? A lucky one he is. Anyways I wouldn't call the...spots on his fur 'patches', but more 'splotches', because of how they are messy and sloppy, slightly mixing it's the other colors, giving it a more thorough look. The colors, to be exact, would be black, coral, grey, orange, dark brown, and the base color, white. The grey splotches are more like streaks, as they dont show as much. If you stand of and look dowm at the cat, it looks like as if you took different color paimt buckets and threw them at him. Interesting, isn't it? His pelt is quiet magnificent, color wise. Like a painting, but more like an abstract painting.
The majority of his body, if you separate all the colors, would be white. Above his his small pink nose, there is a black streak, slightly mixing with coral. Below that, his fur is white like the snow. Around his lips, the fur is is no longer the pure white hue, but more yellow and tan. The white not only covers his lower muzzle, though, but also stretches down his chest, across his underbelly, and to the tip of his under-tail, which is feathery and longhaired. Speaking of fur, Tsunamiwave has very thin, silky long fur. As the tom moves, you can see his fur ripple slightly against the movement of his muscles. Okay, let's not begin to sound conceited.
Lets continue onto his build. Tsunamiwave is a broad shouldered, muscular tom. Being the larger kit in the litter. His legs are a fair since on account to his width. Short legs on a thick cat don't look very attractive, just saying. Anywho, Tsunamiwave's muzzle somewhat points out. His noise is erect and such, giving him a clearer sense, and strong sense of smell. His ears are also large. The hair on his ears slightly tuft at the tips, in white and brown, like a Mainecoon. Tsunamiwave's eyes are nothing to brag much about. His eyes are a murky, very pale combination of green and coral-brown. They mix into a sloppy blur, but either way, his eyes look faded of color, although if you gaze into his eyes carefully, you can find them somewhat alluring by their color, or so I think.
Overall, Tsunamiwave in a broad, tortoiseshell tom with long fur, pale eyed. In a nutshell.

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

'My pelt? Well, basically is would be considered tortoiseshell and white, and it's quite long and thick, but silky at the same time.'

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

'My build is considered broad and muscular, because I have..well,a lot of muscle to cut it short. Ive always been a thick tom, so I turned it into muscle with hardwork and training.'

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

'My eyes are the color of the forest floor, then drain some color. They're quite round and large enough for my long fur, and, if I may add, no they are not covered by my fur at all.'

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?

[katniss,]

did i miss anyone? i think i replied to everyone who replied to me.
ehhh writer's block.

{ { . ℓ ι g н т в r σ σ к . } }
❝ тнєяє ιѕ α cяαcк ιη єνєяутнιηg- тнαт'ѕ нσω тнє ℓιgнт gєтѕ ιη. ❞
{ tom } . { medicine cat } . { troubled }

Sitting by himself at the edge of the camp clearing, Lightbrook finished his meager trout with a final gulp. For a few brief moments he sat by himself, enjoying the tranquility that dwelled so peacefully over the camp. It was strange to think that only three sunrises ago the deputy had been poisoned by deathberries, and the clan was still missing an assigned deputy. Despite all the chaos, there was something about mornings that always were so appealing to Lightbrook. They egged on the dawn of a new day, and brought upon a fresh start for even the darkest of cats. At least to Lightbrook, that is.

Suddenly, the voice of a cat interrupted his thoughts. "Hey. Sorry I slept in so late. Do you want to help set up the patrols?" his brother, Reedstar, spoke clearly, calling for him across the clearing. At first, Lightbrook didn't reply, thinking about how hard Reedstar had been hit by Shoresky's death. Shoresky had been Reedstar's best friend, and basically like a brother to Reedstar, Lightbrook and Crosswinds. They had grown up in the same age group for litters, and Shoresky, at the time, had basically just been another addition to their litter. Of course, though, Reedstar and Shoresky were the closest of the four, and he had been hit the hardest by far.

"Sure, how abou---" Lightbrook began, before being cut off by his brother, who wandered over to their sister, Crosswinds. Lightbrook stiffled a sigh, before getting up. He briefly stretched his hinds legs and arched his back, before padding to the center of camp to begin to organize patrols, while Reedstar organized the hunting patrols. "How about Shellsong, you take Eaglepaw and Softpaw, and find Raccoonstrike too, and take them on a border patrol? When you come back, maybe find some apprentices together and do a training session?" Lightbrook suggested, flicking his tail as he spoke across the clearing to Shellsong. As Reedstar returned to his side, the tom smiled in greeting.

{ { . к σ ι ƒ ℓ α м є . } }
❝ ℓєт уσυя нσσк вє αℓωαуѕ cαѕт. ιη тнє ρσσℓ ωнєяє уσυ ℓєαѕт єχρєcт ιт, ωιℓℓ вє кσι. ❞
{ tom } . { warrior } . { soft-spoken }

open for interaction . sitting in camp

{ { . c r σ ѕ ѕ ω ι η d ѕ . } }
❝ тнє нιgнєя уσυ cℓιмв, тнє нαя∂єя тнє ωιη∂ вℓσωѕ. ❞
{ she-cat } . { warrior } . { drowsy }

Shuffling her paws, Crosswinds stood by the prey pile, her gaze flickering idly as she tried to find something to eat. Nothing was appealing to her, however. With a bemused smile, Crosswinds turned away from the prey pile, and took a few steps away from the prey before settling down in a nice sunny spot. Reedstar wasn't up yet, and there was no deputy assigned quite yet, so the she-cat just decided she would tan for a bit. Just as she had found a nice spot, she was interrupted by a slightly too bubbly she-cat.

"Morning Crosswinds! Want to go hunting?" The words broke through the air like a dagger, and based on the wind-chime session of chords that accompanied the offer, Crosswinds assumed it was Bramblemask. Lying on the grass where she had settled silently, Crosswinds didn't open her eyes to reply, until the she-cat had approached her flank and blocked her sunlight. It took all of the she-cat's willpower to not spit something sharp and unnecessary, so Crosswinds just stiffened, pulling her body up in a slow drawl.

The she-cat thought Bramblemask was nice, enough. However, based on the few shallow and short-lived conversations, Crosswinds found Bramblemask arrogant, ambitious, and too honest. Yet since they were clanmates, Crosswinds was polite and brisk when she spoke with the she-cat, and treated her with the same idle respect she did with all her clanmates that she acknowledged but didn't want to become friends with. Crosswinds was about to weave a curt response saying she was going to find her apprentice, Gubbypaw, and train him, before being cut off by the interruption of her brother.

""If you want, you two could take your apprentices out on the dawn hunting patrol? You can take Willowheart too," Reedstar interjected, making Crosswinds bite her tongue- hard. "Well I guess we are then, right?" the she-cat mewed briskly, smiling half-heartedly at her brother and Bramblemask before leaving towards the apprentice den. She searched for her apprentice, before spotting her dozing in the corner. Crosswinds had kept her up late last night training in the dark to get her attack skills up, so Crosswinds decided to leave her apprentice to sleep. "Lichenpaw? Covepaw? Either of you, or both, want to join us out hunting?" she offered, spotting Covepaw sleeping and Lichenpaw bumbling around.

Without waiting for a reply, Crosswinds strode out of the apprentice den and decided to wait beside Bramblemask. Crosswinds began to think about all the cats in the clan's different names- Bramblemask, Raccoonmask, Willowheart, Fawnpaw, Daffodilpaw, Softpaw, especially. It was a Seaclan tradition to name all prefixes and suffixes after all thing relating to their beloved- the sea and everything around it. For example, Crosswinds was named after the criss-cross patterns the wind by the sea made, and this pattern resembled Crosswinds' facial patterns. Reedstar was named after the reeds by the water's shores, Lightbrook was named after the light projected from the sunlight on the sea plus his suffix was 'brook', and plenty of the other warriors and apprentices were named after sea related things. When Crosswinds' had kits, she would name them Driftkit, for the driftwood which washed ashore, Dolphinkit, for the dolphins which peaked out of the sea's horizon, Bubblekit, for the bubbles which popped up in the sea's foams, and Gullkit, for the gulls which swayed in the sky by the seashore. At least Crosswinds would keep the traditions going.

Not to mention, Crosswinds didn't like how there were cats of loner and rogue descent in the clan. There was Softpaw, the kit who was given to the clan when she was four moons old by her mother. There was Koiflame, who joined the clans twenty moons ago when he was a young warrior, apparently "proving" himself. You see, to Crosswinds, you had to be born into the clans. You should stay with your heritage. If you are a kittypet, you stay a kittypet. If you are a rogue or loner, you stay a rogue or loner. If you are a clan cat, you stay a clan cat. That way you could have warrior cats perfectly adapted to warrior life and rogue cats adapted to rogue life.

Sighing, and shaking the thoughts from her head, Crosswinds turned back to Bramblemask with a seemingly genuine dip of her head, waiting for the bumbling apprentices and Raccoonmask.

{ { . ѕ σ ƒ т ρ α ω . } }
❝ тнєяє ιѕ ησ ριℓℓσω ѕσ ѕσƒт αѕ α cℓєαя cσηѕcιєηcє. ❞
{ she-cat } . { apprentice } . { idle }

open for interaction . sleeping in the apprentice den

{ { . в є є . } }
❝ нσω ѕωєєт нσηєу ιѕ! вυт cαяєƒυℓ, тнє вєє ѕтιηgѕ.❞
{ she-cat } . { rogue } . { lonely }

open for interaction . in the forest

[;theory]

.. ω ι ℓ ℓ σ ω н e α я т ..

☁ ☁ ☁

~ note that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or w i l l o w survives by bending with the wind.

☁ ☁ ☁

☁☁The sun rose at an all too fast pace, and Willowheart found herself at at an indecision. Should she wake up and join the rest of the early rising clan, or remain situated on her moss bedding until she was needed for a patrol. The latter sounded tempting, as sleep had once again evaded her, but she couldn't dare slack on being a good warrior.
So, deciding on the earlier decision, she rose to a stiff sitting position and sleepily observed her surroundings. There was a multi-colored splash of the pelts of still-sleeping warriors, but many areas were emptied as well. Her own moss bedding, however, was more sleep tossed than the rest. Willowheart had been plagued by an uncommon nightmare about nothing of her past, nor of the future. Much like that of a kit's after watching a small battle. Pretty pointless. But, it had been enough to keep her awake the rest of the night, drifting off once or twice only to be woken once again by another warrior moving in their sleep.
It was also then that she noticed the bits of debris stuck to the fur of her flank, and she quickly made a swift move to clean it off so she didn't exit the den looking as if she spent the night rolling in a wet patch in the forest. It wasn't that she was obsessed with her appearance, no, she wasn't vain. She just had a liking for good personal hygiene. All innocent.
Once she felt as if she was presentable to leave, Willowheart lifted the rest of her body so she was standing. Early morning stiffness ached in her bones, but she knew it would be gone soon enough and moved on to the clearing.
Surprisingly, not a lot of cats were awake. The sun was high enough to dapple to floor and warm the pelts, but there was still time. She instantly regretted waking up, seeing as she could have gotten a couple extras minutes of sleep.
With an annoyed sighed and a shake of her pelt, Willowheart looked on towards the prey pile. It held a decent amount of food for the morning, but a hunting patrol would soon be organized - as soon as Reedstar awoke, that is. She strode lazily towards where her breakfast may or may not lay and browsed the limited selection. Mostly fish - the clan's obvious staple food, and some rodents peaking here and there. Her stomach growled at the sight and she picked up a small trout from the top. No sense digging when everything was edible as it was. Willowheart carried her food towards a small blotch of sunshine and flopped down with a small grunt, the trout landing at her paws where she began to pick away at it bit by bit. It was small enough so that she could finish quick enough as to avoid missing anything, but big enough to fill her stomach until the pile was restocked with fresh kill.
As she ate, Reedstar soon emerged from his den, and she spotted Bramblemask talking to Crosswinds, the warrior she had heard exit the den while Willowheart had still been trying to fall back asleep. Lightbrook, the medicine cat, lay a few lengths from herself. Usually, Willowheart preferred to eat in as much solitude as she could get, but when the leader sat beside him, she strained to listen if she was in any patrols.
Which, much to her contentment, she was. With Bramblemask, Crosswind, and their apprentices.
Part of Willowheart envied them for they were able to mentor the next generation of fine warriors, the other part told her she was fine as she was.
Swallowing the last of her petite fish, Willowheart walked quickly to the other warrior's side. Watching Crosswinds, she noted that the she-cat did not look very impressed, and Willowheart had half a mind to question the warrior about it, but chose not to. Instead, she offered a kind nod to Bramblemask. They were both fine warriors in her opinion, and she admired them both in all honesty. She wasn't close to either of them, or to any cat, but she was always friendly as if she were. It wasn't that she was anti-socail, she truly loved to talk, she just couldn't find herself getting close to another cat enough to call them her best friend or such.
Shifting the weight from paw to paw, she stood and looked for their apprentices.

[aseka]

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Sharkwave } . { Tom } . { Warrior } . { Arrogant } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Sharkwave
Sharkwave's mother had always had a weird fascination with the deadly predator that is his name sake. When she gave birth to her kits she named them all after predators, want to impart their strength to her kits. He made waves as an apprentice when he quite literally had to be the best at everything. He also had a habit of watching the waves roll in, in the morning before his duties began and in the evening when everyone was getting ready for bed. Oceanstar, being the clever can she was, noticed and decided to call him Sharkwave.

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

Why change a good thing?
Sharkwave likes his name and has no intention of ever changing it. Even if he were to be injured, he just doesn't feel he would be himself if he changed it.

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

Tom
Ever inch of this cat radiates masculine qualities. He would be greatly offend if you thought he was a she-cat. Besides, what she-cat ever looked this good?

{.{ a g e }.}

34 Moons
Still in his prime but old enough to know better.

{.{ r a n k }.}

Warrior
As if almost every cat in the clan doesn't become a warrior, even if they aren't the best but none of the rest live up to his glory, at least in his own mind.

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

Who doesn't want to someday be the leader?
Isn't that what every little kit dreams of? To one day rule over all of his or her clanmates and be remember through time.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

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

Sharkwave is a pure white tom without a peck of another color on him. While this isn't unusual in the clan, he thinks he's been sent straight from StarClan. He is a taller more muscular tom, making him one of the biggest in the clan. He has medium length fur that becomes long fur on his tail, creating a king of feathered look to it. His ears also have a bit of a tuft to them. His paws are slightly bigger than is really necessary but he doesn't mind or find it to be a flaw, as he thinks he absolutely perfect. His eyes are a bright amber color that sparkle with intelligence and vanity. He has a soft pink nose and his paw pads are also that soft pink. His left ear has a minor nick in it, which he views as a battle scar though he got it from catching his ear on a thorn bush. He doesn't tell anyone exactly how he got it, usually making up some story about it but the story is never the same twice.

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

Pure white medium length fur with long fur along his tail.

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

Tall and muscular, a minor nick on his left ear. Slightly large paws.

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

Bright amber colored eyes.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

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

Sharkwave is a very vain cat, disliking to do anything that mars his beautiful appearance. He avoids mud if at all possible, sometimes going far out of his way just to get around it. His mentor often forced him to walk through it but it never stuck that he had to do such things. He prefers sand as its easier to clean off and doesn't show as much on his fur. He doesn't like to be wet, he thinks it makes him look like a drowned rat.
He thinks he's the best at everything and will often accuse others of cheating if he gets beat. Even if there was no way the other could have cheated, he will never believe anyone beat him fair and square. He is fairly good at most things due to his intense need to be better than everyone else but he still loses from time to time and it makes him bitter. He can often be found training obsessively after being beat.
He loves to be complimented though he rarely returns the favor, taking it as a given that he's the best looking cat in the clan. He often walks around with his nose in the air, figuratively and sometimes literally. No one could ever be as great as he is, he thinks that he is the most popular cat in the clan though he doesn't realize that the glances he gets are admiration. They are usually full irritation or annoyance with self-centered ways.
Though vain, Sharkwave really wants someone to love. An equal, someone who is just as beautiful as he is and that is good at everything. He feels that he's surrounded by rather dull cats most of the time but still feels the need to impress them. He believes that StarClan wouldn't let a beautiful cat like him not have kits and is just bidding his time until the right she-cat presences herself.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• Himself
• The Sea
•Anything He Deems Beautiful

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

• Dirt/Mud/Being Dirty
•Being Beat
•Being Ignored

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• Water
Sharkwave never learned to swim.
• Being Alone
He fears he will never find his soulmate and be alone forever.

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

• Listening
• His Arrogance
• Not Being Able to Swim
•Relating to Others

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

• • He likes to think he's good at everything but here are the things he's actually good at:
-Fighting
-Hunting in the Treetops
-Tracking

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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

Sharkwave was born to Bluemist and Stormstrike along with his siblings Hawkshadow and Vixenrun. His mother named him and his siblings after predators. Stormstrike was killed by a dog while Sharkwave was still a kit. Bluemist, later, died of green cough after her kits had become apprentices. Both his siblings were killed when they ran into bear shortly after their warrior ceremonies. Sharkwave was mentored by Crabtail, whom he continually frustrated with his vain and self-centered attitudes. It was Crabtail's greatest wish that Sharkwave would someday find a she-cat that would put him in his place.

{.{ m a t e }.}

Mateless

{.{ k i n }.}

Bluemist- Mother; Deceased
Stormstrike- Father; Deceased
Hawkshadow- Brother;Deceased
Vixenrun- Sister; Deceased

{.{ k i t s }.}

None

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

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

Aseka

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

Aseka

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nothing I can think of.

(Could I reserve the prefixes Splash and Sand?)

[katniss,]

b u m p .
just waiting for some peeps to reply then i will post.
also, anyone want to do a romance with crosswinds with me?
i want to do something dramatic with her... and i have her whole litter of kittens planned out. c:

[- ιηfιηιту.]

{{ Perhaps when I finish tsunami.. I'm going to be up all night{{jumping around until we see the sun, gonna find a girl and tell her she's the one o.o lolwut}} because we are driving from Ohio to Atlanra, Georgiea ^-^

[benexo]

{ @Finn ; heh, those are the same pictures I used on BlazeClan :3 so cute }

[- ιηfιηιту.]

{{ Finn is an evil troll when it's six in the morning and hasn't slept. She steals photos from innocent bystanders and giggles off into the night.
I know, C: I was photo surfing, because google has terrible photos of cats, so I get them from chicken smoothie. Im going to credit you, do not fret my amigo~
It's just not done yet<

[karkadorr]

- reserved post for my tom; his name is Burningsky. would you rather he be a rogue, or a warrior? -

[benexo]

{ Ahahaha, oh Finn. Go get you some beauty sleep c;
Nah, no worries - they aren't my pictures anyways, haha. }