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[Raww~]

MoonFang
He dipped his head respectfully in a way as his whole body tensed with unease. He stared at ShatteredStep from the side of his eye, "Green Cough will only show if cats don't drink enough and its hard enough to find water in the territory." He lifted his head and breathe in the air as he felt it beginning to cool down, "I am afraid that Green Cough might come down soon though." He smiled softly back at her, "Lets hope there won't be as many sick cats!"

EmberFlame
She stares at him for a long moment trying to reply but kept falling silent. She looked angry yet confused at the same time. She suddenly let a hiss slip out of her mouth, "I don't need some rouge to tell me what to do! You taking SunClan's food!" She couldn't help but feel angry at him, but the compassion that she felt at the same time made her less angry when she saw his eyes. "I was only sending a warning jump..." she fell speechless trying to come up with words but couldn't.

[Kitty-lover93]

: Current name :
{ "Hello; my name is Goldenheart." Goldenheart }
: Warrior name :
{ "Well, I already have my warrior name, as I've said... but, as a refresher of sorts, my warrior name is Goldenheart." Goldenheart. }
: Gender :
{ "I am, indeed, a she-cat; most get offended by the sort of question, but I find it curious that you should ask." She-cat. }
: Clan :
{ "My clan is SunClan, and forever it will be." SunClan. }
: Age :
{ "Yet another question that often sets a she-cat off. Most like to favor themselves as fairly young in appearance, expecting all to just think of them as that. However, I know your inquiries are simply to undergo a better understanding of me, so I shall not hide it from you that I am twenty-nine moons old." Twenty-nine moons. }
: Rank :
{ "A rank as great as any; some look at it as most expendable, but I value my position as a warrior as fairly great in importance." Warrior. }
: Rank wanted :
{ "Some are dreamers, some are believers, and others simply wish. None pertain to me, however; what will be will be, and I can do nothing but accept my fate." }
: Personality :
{ "I understand your eagerness to gather information, but I don't believe I could describe myself as accurately as another." Goldenheart is, well, obviously- open-minded. She seeks to please, but not as a servant or an acolyte might; in all realities, to her, the most honest answer without creating drama and heartache is the best. So, obviously, she does not possess the traits deceitful or dramatic, but rather, honest and rather laid-back. Goldenheart isn't meek or cowardly... but, at the same time, she is not a show-off or really very talkative, either. Really, Goldenheart prefers to keep conversations simple and polite, as most are just acquaintances to this she-cat. However, she can't help but inject some enthusiasm into her speech, expressing her kindness, intelligence, understanding, and thoughtfulness throughout the conversation. By now, you must be thinking that Goldenheart is just another one of those perfect cats; indeed, to many, she may seem that way by just learning this information.

But no, Goldenheart is stilled applied to the number one rule of life: Not a thing in the world is perfect, and nothing is ever as it seems. Yes, she is imperfect... and she is not as she seems, not even to herself. Goldenheart, although she isn't sociable or a show-off, seeks the attention of others. When she starts talking, as is mentioned above, she strives to express her exceeding knowledge and tries to show herself as trustworthy; really, she is a bit desperate. She is distanced from her clanmates in a way that she sees unfit. As well as that, Goldenheart loses her faith in things easily, which is what causes her to pull back from the spotlight and try to mask her failures by slightly exaggerating the good things about herself; this she does without consciously knowing, as that's just who she is. Goldenheart, though she's quick on her paws, neither excels at hunting nor fighting and is considered about average at both; this is to her disadvantage, as it seems that many of the cats around her at least have one strong suit. Yet another major imperfection, this possibly her fatal flaw, is that Goldenheart finds it easier to trust a cat than to lose trust in a cat. She tries to see everyone for who they are, and she goes to great lengths to do so, possibly expending her own safety with some.

So, as is a natural thing among cats, Goldenheart has her ups... and then there are her downs. Yet to truly get to know her full being, one would have to actually engage in conversation with her more than once and not listen to the ramblings of another. There is always, as the number one rule of life suggests, things that are yet to be seen and things that have been wrongly comprehended by the mind. }
: History :
{ "Hm... well, I've led a normal clan life as I see it, so my story will only bore you." That, although she doesn't know it, is a lie. Actually, Goldenheart's past is mostly what has shaped her flaws; it is long and trouble-ridden for her age, and this is one of the secrets she favors as only her own. This story started, as all obviously do, with a tom and a she-cat... but not an ordinary pair. No, this pair was not the lovebirds that all that are sane and single fantasize... they were burdened by each other's differences, yet bonded by the unnatural curiosity of each other's heritage. The she-cat, who was a calico with light, sandy, blondish fur, bluish-gray fur, and of course, creamy white fur, was named Wheatdust; she had light green eyes to resemble emeralds and an appearance that pleased many toms... but it was one in particular that had caught her attractions, and she his. It was what one might call a 'fatal attraction', for neither of the two were really, truthfully attached.

The tom, who was a great orange tabby with honey-gold eyes, was the leader of an opposing clan to Wheatdust's. At one gathering, he sought her out, and they expressed their liking in each other through conversation; together, they arranged plans to meet in a nonchalant manner, sneaking away without putting targets on their backs. At the first, it became obvious to Wheatdust that Treestar was a hot-headed, impatient tom. However, she didn't care; her vanity overpowered her reason, as she was a fairly level-headed she-cat when her flaws didn't beseech her attention. And so, the meetings ensued on a regular basis for about a moon; Wheatdust had, however, begun to lead two lives. She had fallen in true love with a tom from her own clan who couldn't have cared less about her, but she was still laden with the curious attraction she held in Treestar... however, as another moon passed in the same manner, the tom she had fallen for, Foxtail, had begun to fall for her, too. It was an unsteady triangle that was only held up by Wheatdust, and it was apparent to any but her that it would soon come crashing down on top of her.

The breaking point, however, was not when Wheatdust confessed her love for Foxtail to Treestar; it was the pregnancy that was becoming ever more apparent. Actually, Treestar handled the knowledge of Foxtail without much care; he had been planning something for moons. However, it was not the knowledge of the pregnancy that broke it, either; Treestar had forced himself upon Wheatdust, and then sedated her to the point where she forgot the entire night with him, so that she continued on as normal. By now, you're probably trying to guess what happens next... and you might be right, but in the same sense, you might also be very wrong. Wheatdust and Treestar were simply unpredictable, with their thin relationship and the ever-looming threat of Foxtail still hanging behind them.

Treestar's plan, of course, was to capture Wheatdust and to threaten her clan, SunClan, that he would kill her and her kits- once they were born -slowly and painfully, in front of every cat in both clans, his inner circle of highly trained and skilled warriors holding any attacks off. Foxtail, who had come to have knowledge of Wheatdust's pregnancy and assumed the kits were his, decided to follow her the one night she claimed to go night-hunting, an very fairly unusual habit for a SunClan cat, but her clanmates thought nothing of it; by then, her glamour among them had died out; they viewed her as a sort of oddity, and outcast, one who is expected to do the unexpected, and this was no exception. When he saw Treestar, he became enraged and hurt; it was no light information that Wheatdust had led another life behind his back. However, unlike most toms, he hung back and watched from a distance.

Then suddenly, the heavily pregnant Wheatdust keeled over and screamed; Foxtail, who couldn't see her head or Treestar, assumed the worst. She was dead, dead because that large orange brute had killed her; he could see her stomach moving as the kits, the ones he thought were his, experienced a lack of air. He assumed that they were dying because of that ugly traitor of his own clan; so, having been undetected, Foxtail positioned himself along the treeline so as to attack; however, Treestar was equally as smart with his tactics. He'd noticed Foxtail's scent long before, and waited until he heard the screech before he whirled around and attacked; the two toms engaged in a fierce, roguish battle, both aiming to kill and neither paying much mind to the screeches and wails of Wheatdust, who yes, had not died. She remained unconscious of their fighting as well; she was raging in her own internal battle.

Foxtail and Treestar were almost identical. The only difference was Foxtail's long-haired, shaggy tail and thick fur, which set him apart as a SunClan cat. Otherwise, they were of the same shape, color, and size, and one could not be told from the other in the darkness; the battle lasted for longer than most. The clearing was sprayed and spattered with gruesome bloody marks, the grass was flattened where they had fought... it lasted so long, Wheatdust gave birth and recovered most of her strength, nursing three healthy kits; two toms and one she-cat. She watched in horror as her own demented project crumbled, and only did she get up when finally one dropped to the ground and lay still. When she experienced the moment, she screeched and stood abruptly, charging the one still standing; it was Treestar, for he had nine lives and Foxtail only one... just as quickly as a flash of lightning, she struck the tom in the neck with a fearsome bite and a reassuring scratch, and she watched with satisfaction as her fake lover fell to the ground.

Not even StarClan could heal that wound, she thought, and her revenge left two dead toms in their pools of blood. Yet something had happened; The tom that had fallen first was stirring slightly. A warm, happy light rose inside Wheatdust; Foxtail had simply been knocked out, not killed, and they could be together as properly as possible. She knew he'd forgive her, and she would tell him a thousands apologies for nearly giving his life to Treestar. Settling down next to him, she pressed her muzzle to his, purring; she wouldn't lie to him. He should know that the kits were Treestar's as she knew it, for they all had short fur, not long like theirs; and he opened his eyes, those yellow eyes... that she had not fallen in love with.

The eyes, though very much like Foxtail's, belonged to Treestar. She screamed and jumped back, but Treestar seemed distant and hurt; his throat was torn in much the same manner of Foxtail's, who she slowly realized she had killed. Horrified and frozen, she watched as the tom she'd been meeting for moons gurgled and choked, dying once... twice... three times... four times... she stopped counting after the fifth, just staring hollowly at the repeated process, her eyes soon becoming blank and rather bored-looking. When it stopped, she padded away as if nothing happened and grabbed the smallest of her kits- the she-cat -and ran from the clearing. It was dawn, and her clan would soon be awakening... they should find her going to retrieve the last of her kits, cheerily announcing she'd given birth to Foxtail's kits on her night-hunt.

It didn't go down like that. When she arrived, she found the leader had awoken earlier than usual, and when he saw her and her kit's conditions, he rose the alarm. They were both soaked with the blood of the battle, and she reeked of Treestar, Foxtail, milk, and the little she-kit. The medicine cat tended to her immediately, cleaning her and her kits up without letting her speak until he was done. When he finished, he glared at her and asked her suspiciously and began to ask her how her night hunt had gone; however, when he got to 'hunt', she began screaming and thrashing, shrieking 'NO! NO!' at the top of her lungs, resisting him until he began to speak of her kit, when she'd calm down and stare at him in awe as he told her that she looked exactly like her, except that she had shorter fur, didn't have the white patches, and wasn't a dilute.

Wheatdust never recovered; she remained insane, and wouldn't say why Treestar and Foxtail had been found dead together in that place, and why they'd found two kits that, in her off-minded state, she had forgotten about. She would simply scream and repeat the same process she had on the first day, which her kit- Goldenkit, for her darker orange spots -experienced with much horror on more than one occasion in her kithood. She was raised by another queen, but SunClan let Wheatdust talk to her as she pleased... and Goldenkit listened in horror as her mother repeated the story to her but nobody else, far out into the forest, with a distant, crazed look on her formerly pretty face.

Goldenkit soon became Goldenpaw, always knowing but never telling of her mother's demise, not even after Wheatdust perished in a small fire that sparked in the forest; she always just said that she didn't know. However, the she-cat had not absorbed her mother's insanity as most kits would; no, she had learned from it, had gained knowledge of rights and wrongs that most cats never learn. The clan was relieved when it became apparent that she was normal, not insane; they accepted her as they accepted each other, not even knowing that she was half-clan, though some suspected it from the way her fur never grew longer like everyone else's. Soon, she went through her warrior ceremony, where she received the name Goldenheart.

To this day, not a single cat knows about Wheatdust, Foxtail, and Treestar, as it has remained a secret ever since the incident that is almost permanently sealed inside Goldenheart's small collection of secrets. }
: Looks :
{ "I am a tortoiseshell she-cat with a small patch of white just above my mouth and yellow-green eyes; I can't really describe myself much more than that, I don't think." Goldenheart, being a tortoiseshell, is hard to describe in great detail. So I'll start off with her build, which is the simplest of her busy features. She is a small-framed cat, with small paws, legs that seem a normal size to fit her body, a long tail, and lean, unintimidating shoulders that go along with a narrow back. She doesn't appear to have much muscle, which gives her a bit of the look of a kittypet. Though she is quick on her paws, she doesn't appear to be built for speed and would generally be a number one target for cats who aim for the weakest in battle. And perhaps, with the disadvantage of her size and her lack of much fighting or hunting skill, she would be the weakest in battle.

Now on to Goldenheart's fur. Well, as she said, she is a tortoiseshell, though not a dilute like her mother was. The oranges are a beautiful sunset, while the blacks are the deepest of nights, a night with no stars or moon. She is beautiful, though not dramatically beautiful; the blacks and oranges collaborate gorgeously to give her a lush, sleek pelt that most tortoiseshells are unfortunate enough not to have, as most appear rather scraggly and thin. Goldenheart is glad to be an exception to that. Her face below and beside her eyes is mostly orange, including her nose. One place where the orange breaks in to the left of her right eyes, where there is a small strip where black speckles the orange, stretching down to almost touch her nose, but not quite. Another break is just above the left side of her mouth, where there is a small white patch of white. Her eyes are also ringed with black, and to the right of her right eye and left of her left eye, a mask of black stretches up to cover most of the top of her head around her ears; as it moves closer to her shoulders, orange starts to break through in speckled patches, and it goes on like that for the rest of her body.

There are a few other markings that keep the black and orange at bay, though. One, as was already mentioned, is the white patch above the left side of her lip. Another is actually not too far below that; a white bib that starts on her neck just beneath her chin comes down into a v-shape, covering most all of her chest and stretching down into a thin line of white, which again widens to cover her belly in white as well. Each of her toes are white as well as the fur around her paw pads, but the rest of her paws and legs are the same pattern as the rest of her body. }
: Crush :
{ "That's an awfully personal question to ask so confidently. But since the answer is none, I do not mind." None; but is searching! }
: Mate :
{ "I have just answered that, though I would answer this much more freely if I had one." None. }
: Kin :
{ "I am the last of my blood." All deceased. }
: Kits :
{ "I do wish that one day I will be blessed with a litter; the wonders of maternity never fail to interest me. I will do so responsibly, though." }
: Other :
{ I hope you don't mind that I tweaked the formatting of the form a tiny bit; I will have you know, however, that it contains all the same information as the original version, just with different colors. }

((I'm sorry, I didn't know there were so many she-cats in the role play until I actually read the descriptions! I might make a tom later, but not right now; I'm a little tired out from making Goldenheart's form.))

[Raww~]

Currently Drawing FanArt of this RP group!

Have currently Done:

SunClan: - SnowStar, MoonFang, EmberFlame

Though I have questions for any cats:

What is your fur length, tail length, do they have sharp claws sticking out, or other tiny information

It is needed as the image is gonna be in different files for each clan, this also means rouges, loners or kittypets!!

Thank you!!

[Kitty-lover93]

((Am I accepted?

If I am and you wish to draw Goldenheart (if not, ignore this!), then her fur appears sleek (though not short; It's sort of a medium-type length), and her whiskers and tail are slightly longer than the average cat's. Her claws are not apparent when they are sheathed, as no cat's really are, and to reflect her lack of fighting skill I think they shouldn't be in the picture.
For her markings- Do what you want with her body, as long as it's clearly tortoiseshell. All I would require is that the face markings resemble the pictures, and that you get the white markings in there, which should probably be the easiest thing about her.))

[Xhat]

Current name ::
{ Tulip }
Gender::
{ She-cat }
House Number::
{ Two }
Age::
{ 13 moons }
Personality::
{ Tulip is a rather calm and shy cat at a first glance, but is downright adventurous. She will often explore the neighboring forest, on occassions crossing a border slightly. The black she-cat tends to get a bit feisty when encountering something new, and is most likely to challenge whatever it is. }
History::
{ Tulip was raised by kind housefolk for the first week's of her life, often not seeing her father. But little did she know, her father was infact, a Sunclan cat. Tulip was soon adopted into a bigger home, that was even closer to the forest. Infact, the forest is practically her backyard. }
Looks::
{ Tulip is a midnight black she-cat, with the odd white hair on her spine. Her eyes glow a lively yellow, and the female sports a medium length of soft fur. She has a baby blue collar, with s terling silver pendant in the shape of a star hanging from it. }
Crush::
{ None }
Mate::
{ None }
Kin::
{ Somewhere in the neighborhood, doesn't know where. }
Kits::
{ None }
Collar (image)::
{ Here, look at the picture for the pendant. }
Other::
{ None }

Current name ::
{ Wavefall }
Gender::
{ She-cat }
Clan::
{ Dawnclan }
Age::
{ 21 moons }
Rank::
{ Warrior }
Rank wanted::
{ Already Achieved }
Personality::
{ Wavefall tends to be a bit quieter than other cats, and is often called different. So, she tends to feel a little insecure around new cats. If a fight is provoked, this she-cat will most likely leap in, if it involves a close friend, or clanmate. Behind her wall of cautiousness, Wavefall is a gentle a big-hearted cat. }
History::
{ Wavefall was born, and raised in Dawnclan, but her parents, Shellfang and Littlepoppy. She has an ordinary history, and has participated in a few battles. When the she-cat was moved to the Warriors Den, Shellfang and Littlepoppy died of old age. }
Looks::
{ Wavefall is a thin and lithe cat, with odd webbed paws. Her coat is short, but longer than most Dawnclan cats, and sports a calico coat mixed with soft shades of brown, black, and white. Her eyes are a mix of yellow and green, and Wavefall's claws are quite long. }
Crush::
{ None }
Mate::
{ None }
Kin::
{ None }
Kits::
{ None }
Other::
{ Do you mind if she's a prophecy cat? }

[.Yin.]

Reserve Twilight clan leader?)

[.Yin.]

Current name ::
Smokestar
Warrior name ::

Gender::
Tom
Clan::
Twilight
Age::
20 (I know he is young!)
Rank::
Leader
Rank wanted::
Happy with his rank
Personality::
He is rather very responsible for a cat so young. He is a very trustworthy feline, and every cat knows he would die for his clan.
History::
Durring his apprentice ceremony, the clan was attacked. To his horror his parents died in the battle. He swore to be the best he could be in their honor.
Looks (written)::
He has a grey pelt, with darker gre stripes. He has white paws and a white underbelly as well as a white tail tip.
Crush::
No she-cat has caught his eye yet...
Mate::
^^
Kin:: [/b]
Deaceased
Kits::
^^
Other::
Nope!

[-Bacon]

{ All accepted!! Thank you for joining! ^.^ }
{ @Kitty-lover93 ~ I love your form!! Thank you for putting so much effort into it! ^.^ Though, may I please ask that you write another description of Goldenheart, though shorter? (so a summary of your original one) This way I'll be able to stick on the front page. c: }
{ @Mariki ~ The descriptions of all the cats are on the front page c: }
{ @Applejack ~ May I please ask you to add a bit to your form? And a picture of Smokestar as well, if possible? Thanks! }

[Raww~]

KittyLover: Thank you I think that describes her perfectly for the picture!

Baconator: Not everyone has the best description for their cats so it's really hard to draw them... sorry

[Kitty-lover93]

((Thank you! (: And sure!

You're welcome, Mariki!

Shortened description: Tortoiseshell she-cat with white markings and bright green eyes.

It was honestly the quickest form I've made (Well, a form of that size, anyways); usually, they take me several days to a week to throw together at that size, and that one probably only took me two hours... At most. I'm proud of it, too, as I plan on using Goldenheart elsewhere (but don't worry; I've already transferred all the information from this form into my own form, so I promise I'm not stealing anything).

Hmm... Is there a place she could jump in at, or should I just start somewhere?))