birdclan. semi-lit. warriors rp, open and accepting.

[sickrogue]

{I'll just have these two for now.}

Kinkkit| Kinkpaw| Kinkfur
{the f i e s t y one }

name: "Hi!! I'm Kinkpaw! What's your name?"
⇨ Kinkpaw's namesake is her unusual fuzzy pelt, full of kinks, crimps and curls. Grooming is quite a challenge!
age: "I'm 8 moons young. And a half!"
⇨ Kinkpaw is still a young cat, but very bright and eager. She shows great promise.
gender ;; "What kind of guy is named Kinkpaw?"
⇨ Kinkpaw is a she-cat.
rank ;; "I am training to be a great warrior!"
⇨ Kinkpaw is an apprentice.

crush: "Well...don't tell anyone, but I really like Owlpaw."
⇨ Kinkpaw has had a crush on Owlpaw for as long as she could remember. They are both full of energy and very outspoken, and Kinkpaw feels they're destined to be together.
[b]mate: "I can't wait to have a mate when I'm older. I love little kits!"
⇨ Kinkpaw has no mate, for she is too young, but hopes to bear kits someday.

personality: [wip]
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history: [wip]
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[b]appearance: "Unlike most other cats, my fur is fuzzy. It kinda feels like when you brush a cat's fur the wrong way."
⇨ A wirehaired she-cat with a fuzzy coat

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Badgerkit| Badgerpaw| Badgersnarl
{the s p i t e f u l one }

name: "The name's Badgerpaw. Don't wear it out."
⇨ Badgerpaw is a stocky, heavyset tom with a lumbering gait, and a temper that closely resembles the fierce creature.
age: "I'm practically a warrior already, being 11 moons old"
⇨ Badgerpaw is nearing the completion of his training. He has trained harder than most, pushing himself to the limit to be the strongest, meanest, fiercest and fastest cat in the Clan.
gender: "Can you not tell by my handsome face and deep, powerful voice? You must really be a mouse-brain."
⇨ Badgerpaw is a tom.
rank: "Apprentice, but not for long. Soon I will be a warrior, who's tales of greatness will be told in tales far and wide, and strike fear in everyone's hearts."
⇨ Badgerpaw is an apprentice.

crush: "Does this mean I can 'crush' them? Hahaha. I don't have a silly crush on any cat here. Nobody's good enough for me."
⇨ Badgerpaw is too narcissistic to have a crush.
[b]mate: "As much as I despise stupid meddling kits, I do need to pass on my greatness to offspring, but no one has stood out to be especially pretty and ambitious."
⇨ Badgerpaw has no mate, he's too busy glorifying himself.

personality: [wip]
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history: [wip]
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[b]appearance: [wip]
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[scavenger.]

larkstar's calm eyes scanned birdclan's camp; he was sitting rigid in the hightree, but the cats below him knew he was not going to call for a meeting. they knew that the tom liked to think, and he always did that by sitting up in the tallest tree, where he would go to discuss things happening in the clan. he closed his eyes, sighing. the cool breeze ruffeted his sleek coat, rustling the leaves around him. he stood, carefully picking his way down the trees until he was on the soft, mossy ground. his tail lifted high in the air as he padded across the camp, listening for anyone that needed him.

l a r k s t a r .

owlpaw's pelt rippled beneath him as he pelted through the forest, the wild dog snapping at his heels. he yowled, shooting up the nearest tree. the dog remained at the bottom, daring owlpaw to come down. he hissed, his pelt fluffed out. suddenly, the branch broke from underneath him, and he fell into the dogs jaws...
owlpaw woke with a start; he had been sunning in the rocks, and had fallen asleep. he stood up, stretching, stifling a yawn. he shook his head, looking for his mentor.

o w l p a w .

[arabmorgan]

L I G H T N I N G T A I L

Lightningtail stretched in her nest, the fresh scent of newleaf greenery waking her from her nap. Shaking off the bits of moss stuck to her pelt, she weaved around her various sleeping Clanmates and out of the warriors' den. There, the ginger she-cat sat down and began to wash, flattening her fur and licking at her paws with her green eyes half-closed. The whisper of quiet pawsteps alerted her to another cat's presence, and she opened her eyes to see Larkstar passing by. She greeted him with a cheerful meow before looking around, wondering if Stonepaw was still asleep.

[sickrogue]

• K I N K P A W & B A D G E R P A W•

Kinkpaw lay down near the apprentices' den, gazing up at a sky full of birds. There were birds of all shapes and sizes, some so big their wingspan would be longer than her whole body, some so small they could rest comfortably on her paw. They were brilliant colours, blues and reds and browns and yellows and greys and all the colours inbetween. They filled the air with the sound of flapping wings and rustling feathers. Kinkpaw looked at them in awe. She hoped someday she would be big and strong enough to climb to the top of the tallest tree to be among them. Round and round they went, circling overhead. They seemed to have no end or beginning--an infinite loop. Kinkpaw started to get a little dizzy as she followed them with her yellow-green eyes. Soon they all turned and flew into the forest, the chirps, tweets and caws of the other birds heralding their return. Once they had all left, Kinkpaw dropped her gaze and to her delight, spotted something that they had left behind. A feather! It was grey, accented with white, like streaks of lightning across a cobalt sky. With a mreow of delight, Kinkpaw pounced on it and batted it around.

Meanwhile, Badgerpaw was just starting to stir from the depths of the apprentice’s den. He yawned, exposing his sharp white teeth, and stretched before padding into the daylight. He glanced briefly at the sky and saw the birds soaring, moving as effortlessly as leaves in the breeze. But unlike his denmate, he really didn't care for "some stupid birds"-as he called them. They were just a nuisance, the only thing they were good for was being caught, killed and eaten for prey. He heard a scuffling noise nearby and looked to see Kinkpaw having a grand old time, playing with a silly feather. With a smirk, he padded over there and in one quick motion, swiped his paw and snatched it right out of her paws. "Stool fooling around, mousebrain," he sneered.

[scavenger.]

larkstar returned a soft meow and a nod to the she-cat, sitting down to wash his flank. once the fur was nicely smoothed down, larkstar simply sat and watched the clan buzzing around him, enjoying the beginning of new-leaf. he breathed in a deep scent of the trees around him, giving a faint smile to the world.

l a r k s t a r .

when he didn't see his mentor anywhere, he saw badgerpaw and kinkpaw together; badgerpaw had snatched a feather off of kinkpaw. he padded over, standing in front of badgerpaw. there was a flash of indignance in his eyes as he swiftly grabbed the feather out of his claw, pushing it back to kinkpaw with his tail. "nice catch," he meowed simply, a smirk on his face. he turned, padding slowly away. badgerpaw always seemed to be bullying the other apprentices, so owlpaw felt good standing up to him. he looked behind his shoulder, to see what baderpaw's reaction was.

o w l p a w .

mottledpelt was sitting in the fallen log that was her den, busily flicking through herbs and roots, sorting them out neatly on the shelves. it was a large log; surprisingly cosy, but enough space for two cats and all of her herbs. she went through all of them, until they were all perfect. she had no patients, so her day would be a relaxing one. she padded out into the daylight, hiding underneath the bushes as she closed her eyes.

m o t t l e d p e l t .

[bambi,]

f a l c o n w i n g

she-cat|warrior

Falconwing cheerfully padded out of the Warriors den, briefly pausing to stretch her legs and arch her back. She glanced around camp, her whiskers twitching. She had not been asleep, only resting and despite being groggy and tired, the she-cat was ready to do just about anything. She looked around once more, then sat on her rear and curled her tail over her paws. She gently kneaded the ground with her paw and tilted her head, watching as the dirt stirred beneath her foot. The motion was oddly interesting, even to a she-cat who can rarely sit still. Falconwing almost appeared to be in a trance by the odd movement she was conducting.

Falconwing had always been fascinated by the smallest and strangest things, such as a leaf with a tear in it. Or perhaps a bumblebee struggling in a pond. Anyhow, the ability of the feline's body to move had always been intriguing to Falconwing and it didn't cease to amaze her, even today. Once she had her mind focused on something, Falconwing would appear as though hypnotized and that is exactly what she would appear to look like to someone who happened to glance her way.

[scavenger.]

mottledpelt's eyes opened doonly after hse had shut them. her tail twitched as she looked arbout the camp, spotting falconwing. she was fixated on something, but mottledpelt couldn't make out what. she sat up, her tail tip flicking slightly. she stretched, despite only sitting down for a minute or so. she slowly padded to falconwing, not wanting to disturb her.

m o t t l e d p e l t .

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[aseka]

Lilypaw
Lilypaw had been up before the sun that day, as she was anxious to get out of camp. She had been forced to wait an extra month before she could start her training. She had been told the reasoning behind it but she didn't understand why. She wished her mentor would get up, there were so many thing she wanted to do and see. She'd never been more than a few tail lengths out of camp. The elders, queens and warriors had taken to watching her like a hawk after the first time she got into medicine den supplies. She hadn't eaten anything but Mottledpelt had been quite upset.
Lilypaw looked over and noticed that Kinkpaw was up and decided to go play with her. Might as well do something while she waited. She was half way across the camp when Badgerpaw appeared and stole the feather that she was playing with. Lilypaw scolded, Badgerpaw was always such a spoil sport. She bounded up to Kinkpaw and Badgerpaw, "Good morning." She looked down at the feather, "Can I play with you?"

Pebbleblaze
Pebbleblaze yawned and stretched, careful not to disturb his sleeping clanmates. He picked his way out of the den and looked around. Badgerpaw was up which was good though he wasn't quite ready to deal with his rather rude apprentice. Pebbleblaze had been mentoring apprentices since about six moons after his apprenticeship and Badgerpaw was by far the most challenging apprentice he'd had. He saw Falconwing and Mottledpelt sitting together, Falconwing seemed to have spaced out again. The she-cat was always doing that. Larkstar was sitting, watching the clan wake up as was his usual morning routine.
Pebbleblaze sat down next to Larkstar and smiled at his leader. Pebbleblaze had a great respect for Larkstar, though he was a bit older than Larkstar, he had always felt that Larkstar was more in-tune with the clan then he ever was. "Good morning, Larkstar," Pebbleblaze greeted him. "How did you sleep?"

[bri']

Hollowstep

Hollowstep rolled in her nest within the warrior's den, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal pale green eyes bleary with recent sleep. She had been awake for a few minutes, but hadn't, found the motivation to actually pull herself from her warm bedding and begin her day. Finally, though, the silver tabby warrior sighed and flipped onto her belly before rising to her paws. Hollowstep turned and slowly padded out of the warriors den, making sure not to awake any of the den mates that still slept. Now outside, the female bowed over and stretched out her back and limbs, a small yawn escaping her muzzle as she did so. Straightening from the satisfying stretch, Hollowstep allowed her gaze to wander of the clan, her long, fluffy tail flicking behind her. Noticing her brother, Wolfstorm, to the left of the den entrance, Hollowstep smiled and made her way over to the large brown tabby tom. "Good morning, brother." She purred, sitting down next to him and giving his ear an affectionate lick. Waiting for her brother to respond, Hollowstep cast her gaze over the camp once more, her eyes peeled for the white pelt of her newly apprenticed charge. Spotting her Lilypaw trying to play with the other apprentices, Hollowstep flicked an ear, not wanting to ruin her fun, but at the same time wanting to start the day with a tour of the forest, and maybe even some training.

Wolfstorm

Wolfstorm laid outside and to the left of the warrior's den entrance, his amber/green eyes watching as the camp slowly came to life. His gaze wandered over to the group of apprentices, and he managed a small, almost silent chuckle as he noticed the ever ambitious Badgerpaw messing with the curly coated Kinkpaw. The bullying wasn't what amused Wolfstorm. On the contrary, it irritated him and he wanted to go over there and put Badgerpaw in his place. What caused the small chuckle was when little Owlpaw padded up and took the feather. Lost in his thoughts, the large warrior didn't hear his sister walking towards him, and he jumped slightly at the lick to his ear, surprised by the sudden touch. Now, chuckling at himself, Wolfstorm sat up and smiled at his sister, reaching forward to touch his nose to hers. "Good morning to you as well." He returned the greeting, his facial expressions turning from amused to impassive once again.

Oddpaw

Oddpaw sat near the outskirts of camp, his heterochromic eyes drifting from face to face. He watched the other apprentices play, and sighed. He was bored, but he was unsure what to do. The scruffy piebald tom settled for grooming. His fur was a bit nappy, and a proper bath was something he usually neglected. But, as he had nothing else to do, Oddpaw decided that a task would help keep his mind from wandering too much. Raising a paw to his muzzle, the mostly white tom began to groom the fur there, occasionally swiping the paw over his head to pull off a bit of the dirt that resided there. Every once in a while, between licks, Oddpaw raised his mismatched eyes to the other cats in the camp, scouring the faces to see if his mentor had yet awaken.

[scavenger.]

{ sorry, on my phone. i am going to remove about four of my charries (i've really got no time for nine!), so i warn you now that there may be changes with the clan. }

l a r k s t a r .
larkstar jumped slightly as pebbleblaze came up to him, askibg him about his rest. "morning, pebbleblaze," the tall tom purred, his eyes shining in the sunlight. "yes it was, tgank you," he replied softly, asking the same question.