GlacierClan and PineClan (Restored)

[KitKatCosgriff]

{You guys may start rping if you'd like!}

[Nella-Rasa]

|- Name Goes By -| Oakfur
|- Age -| 84 Moons - 7 Years - Adult
|- Gender -| Male

|- History -| Oakfur speaks little of his past, not much of it he even remembers. He was born into a very small clan of cats. This is where he was trained to act as a true warrior. With this training, he rose to greatness within the clan; leading the cats though many rough battles as the leader's second.
However, Oakfur lost his position when he fell for a pretty-faced rogue. He advocated that the leader allow the rogue to join, such was done at a price. Never the less, he was happy. The she-cat was training in the ways of the warrior, Oakfur's love for her never waned. Once the she-cat became a warrior, the pair announced their statue of mates. Not all to many moons later, Willowfur was with kits, but they were not Oakfur's.
However, all was not well. The she-cat, now named Willowfur, grew hateful. She wanted little to do with her mate anymore, often seeking comfort in the company of other males. This did not last long, once the kits were born, Willowfur returned to her old self. All was once again well, but only for a short time.
Three moons after the birth of three kits were born, a truly terrible deed was done. It was a full-moon, the gathering were taking place. Most of the cats, save for a few elders, were at event. Willowfur was alone with her three kits, at least for a little while. It was that night that she killed two of the three kits; only the youngest, a she-cat, was spared. It was the sight of two dead bodies that the clan was greeted with upon return.
Willowfur admitted the deep, claiming that the kits should have never been born into such a horrible place. Oakfur was horrified, his sons were dead. It wasn't until sunrise that they found she other kit, hiding behind the heavy sleeping elder Ratscar. Oakfur was overjoyed with the news; and for a full moon he was inseparable from his daughter.
Willowfur was exiled two moons later, but it did nothing to stem the hate Oakfur now held in his heart. He bid the clan farewell, and left. Taking his daughter with him. Now, Oakfur swore vengeance upon Willowfur. He followed her for a great length of time. It was until Willowfur could run no more from the tom that Oakfur put an end to her. He keeps this part of his tale a secret, even from his own daughter.
The pair existed as loners for some time. Oakfur training his daughter like a warrior, much in the same manner as he. Many moons past before they went looking for a clan worthy of their talents.
|- Personality -| Oakfur is a very disciplined and demanding; traits often showing him as a stand-offish character. He is very much a no-nonsense kind of guy who works with urgency. He makes sure he is well understood, always making sure to get to the point. Oakfur has a dislike for ambiguous terms used in conversation. He is also known to give a rather sarcastic answer as a retort when the obvious is stated.
Oakfur comes over rather intimidating, making him a feared presence. He is always one to voice is displeasure to those around him; often giving the 'silent treatment.' He often seems emotionless and holds a stoic facade. However, he is able to read behavioral and emotional cues quickly and accurately.

|- Rank -| Warrior; Oakfur seeks to be deputy.
|- Clan -| Pineclan

|- Parents -| Unknown - presumed deceased
|- Siblings -| Three younger brothers - status unknown
|- Spouse -| Willowfur - deceased
|- Children -| Three - two deceased, only Hawkclaw lives.

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|- Name Goes By -| Hawkclaw
|- Age -| 48 Moons - 4 Years - Young adult
|- Gender -| Female

|- History -| Hawkclaw was born the youngest to Oakfur and Willowfur. She had two elder brother; Brackenkit and Owlkit. She remembers very little of her first five moons. She really only understands that she had two brothers, but doesn't anymore; and that she and her father had to leave.
Hawkclaw was trained by and raised by her father as they live the life of a loner. They moved about for a rather great length of time. Hawkclaw was a fully trained warrior by the time they found a clan to join.
Once the pair did join a clan, Hawkclaw had to be trained as a warrior once again, for she had not been given a formal warrior name.
|- Personality -| Hawkclaw is easily distracted, disorganized, and forgetful; she is also somewhat of a procrastinator. She does show control issues over men she likes; often interrupting them or finishing their sentences.

Hawkclaw holds a rather flamboyant, happy-go-lucky attitude; and a overall sweet personality. She is very confident in her abilities, often joking about it with her companions. She is very much an emotional character, and is somewhat of a optimist. She is known to get extremely excited over very little things.

|- Rank -| Warrior; Hawkclaw is content with her place.
|- Clan -| Pineclan

|- Parents -| Willowfur - Deceased | Oakfur - Living
|- Siblings -| Two dead elder brothers
|- Spouse -| None at said time
|- Children -| None at said time

|- Name Goes By -| Reedwhisker
|- Age -| 67 Moons - 5 Years - Adult - Average Warrior
|- Gender -| Male

|- History -| Reedwhisker was born a Pineclan cat. It was a very smooth birth all considered. Reedwhisker was the only surviving kit, his sisters were still-born. At the time, it was considered a omen; his mother believing she was cursed. Still, he was well loved by his parents, as well as the clan.
Reedwhisker was, at first, trained to be a warrior. His mentor was a very caring she-cat, but nothing compared to the training he received from his father. Reedwhisker and his father often went to secret patrols, just the pair. However, his mother began to take a turn for the worst. The crushing knowledge that Starclan had cursed her was beginning to be to much.
Time passed as Reedwhisker was trained. But just as the time, faced passed too. His mother was the first to go, having gave in to the madness. His mentor, the warrior she-cat, passed a few seasons later. Finally, his father passed. His father was a happy elder, pleased with the knowledge that he would soon rejoin his mate.
|- Personality -| Reedwhisker is a very socially awkward tom. He often fixates on thing; to such a degree that it annoys others.He often goes into one-sided, long-winded speeches. Reedwhisker also had trouble expression empathy, often disregarding others feeling and coming off as insensitive. He had trouble developing friendships, yet he is not withdrawn from others. He has trouble reading social cues of others; missing important details.

|- Rank -| Warrior
|- Clan -| Pineclan

|- Parents -| Rowantail - Deceased | Icespots - Deceased
|- Siblings -| Two dead younger sisters
|- Spouse -| None at said time
|- Children -| None at said time

[KitKatCosgriff]

{Accepted! Would you like the deceased cats to be part of StarClan or the Dark Forest?}

[Nella-Rasa]

(Willowfur would have gone to The Dark Forest, she killed kits. All the others mentioned would have gone to starclan.)

[wet noses]

Silverpaw yawned, opening her blue eyes. She sat up, taking a moment to gain full consciousness before starting to quickly groom her fur. Licking moss away, she ten carefully exited the den.

[KitKatCosgriff]

(Willowfur would have gone to The Dark Forest, she killed kits. All the others mentioned would have gone to starclan.)

{Ok, thank you! Oh, and is Icespots the mother or the father of Reedwhisker? And Dark, do you mind if I have Eaglepaw like Silverpaw?}

[wet noses]

(Yeah that's fine, she likes him anyway. =3=)

[Nella-Rasa]

(Willowfur would have gone to The Dark Forest, she killed kits. All the others mentioned would have gone to starclan.)

{Ok, thank you! Oh, and is Icespots the mother or the father of Reedwhisker? And Dark, do you mind if I have Eaglepaw like Silverpaw?}

(Icespots is Reekwhisker's mother)

Sun broke through then den, announcing the day. Hawkclaw stirred as the light began to bother her. She rose her head, blinking sleep from her eyes. The she-cat yawned; her strong jaws parted, revealing sharp fangs. Hawkclaw stretched out her limbs, tiny toes separating.
She stood up slowly, tiredness rung in her limbs as they protested the sudden movement. With a soft groan the she-cat moved, poking her head out of the lichen that covered the entry to the den. It appeared to her that the sun had rose some time ago, and that most of the clan had already began to stir. It was then that the deep brass voice of her father startled her.


A two large tabby toms sat just outside of the warriors den. One, a fiery ginger who looked distracted by the other cats. The other, an old brown and black marbled tabby; he sat back straight and tale curled over his paws neatly; he looked very professional. The old tom kept an eye on clearing in-front of himself. A few of the other clan-cats addressed him and the ginger tabby as Oakfur and Reedwhisker, to who only Oakfur nodded his head in greeting.
Noise from the just beside of Oakfur caught the warrior's attention. He saw, just from the corner of his eye, the brown tabby head of his daughter. A deep rumbling purr of laughter erupted from the tom. "A bit late aren't we, ay?" This rumblring startled Reedwhisker, who looked around the larger old tabby. "Oh, Good Morning Hawkclaw."

[Gypsy&AnimeLuver!<3]

R(I don't know if someone was rping with my other cats so correct me please!)

Blaze yawned quietly, as the light woke her. Her damp, silver, sunkissed fur laid flat on her back and sides. She stood and stretched, her tail curled contently. When she looked up she saw Hawkclaw, a clan mate, her father Oakfur, and...Reedwhisker. She shivered slightly, Reedwhisker had arrived not long ago, she couldn't help but BLUSH. He was so handsome, and muscular. She enjoyed conversations with them, and had become very good friends with them. She purred as she padded up to the group. "Morning Oakfur" she mewed happily. He was one of the first who had accepted her as a former rouge who wanted to dedicate herself to the clans.

(Just to move the story along, I made it seem like they were friends)

[sirène]

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away

You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium

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Name:Hello, wait what? you are quite sudden, my name? if you insist my name is Dawnpaw. I was born at dawn, and my mother loved the time on day that was dawn, i hope to be called Dawnstar, eventually atleast, but i am one of many kits apprentices and warriors who want to become leader, so my chances are close to none.
Appearance: So y- wait, my ears? why are they so very large? How rude, but since you asked, i am proud to be mostly Savannah cat, my father being a Bengal i believe. Being a Savannah cat involves pros and cons. I try to focus on the pros, but it is hard when you are taller then some warriors.
Strengths/weaknesses: Although i have great agility, swim quite good, and excel in speed. My strength is low, so i usually loose at paw to paw fighting, i work better with a partner, or i use my skills to my advantage, confusing my opponent or outsmarting them, so yeah.
Personality:i am generally a good cat, but i can get a little cocky, and demanding i must admit. Think of me as one of the toms, getting dirty is fun, but i am not the best at wrestling, so count me out. I do tend to hate losing as much as i hate crow food, but you cant blame me, i don't believe anyone likes losing, am i right? but i am always here for a cat in need so count me in on that!
History: My history you ask? alright, but if you tell anybody this you will not be getting your warrior name.
I was once a young kit, at the age of a very young 4 moons, i was in a clan that did not believe in starclan whatsoever, and trained kit when they were only 4 moons, i got a mentor, they were mean and cruel, but i put up with it, we trained with claw unsheathed, so i ended up having many scratches from training, we did training even on the first day that we were not supposed to do in normal clan ever, but he brought me over to a fast flowing river, white bubbling water crashed onto the jagged rocks on the shore, he by the name of Thornstripe, spoke to me "Dawnpaw, swim to the other side of this river, then back." i looked to the water worried, as i barley could swim period, i did not believe i could swim in fast flowing rapids. i felt a lump in my throat as i put a paw in the water, freezing chills ran up my leg, as i let out a soft whimper. I then quickly thrashed my legs roughly as i struggled against the rapids flowing down, making me lean slightly to the side. I finished, but when i got to the other side, my pelt matted to my skin, and my long legs quivered. I saw a cat, i recognized our leader, Blackstar. I could see the thirst for blood in his eyes i actually was the same height as him almost, but i still bent down in fear, i never liked our leader, he was cruel and disrespecting. He spoke to Thornstripe " we will be sacrificing your apprentice for battle." he meowed simply, i suddenly had the hair on my neck raise. But if i disobeyed i would be exiled. I went back to camp when we were done a long day of training, i overheard a wail of help from a kit by the name of Nightkit, Blackstar had Nightkit beside him as he spoke to his deputy "Since Nightkit does not have a mother or really anybody caring for him, he shall be used as bait to lure the cat-hungry foxes to the camp so we can attack them." I looked over in disgust and suddenly i was running over there and words were spilling out of my mouth "You can not use kits for bait! they have a life you know, and you technically giving a life away, is that how cruel you are, to disrespect a kit? he has a hard enough life already!" Blackstar looked over at me with a look of hate " then take this stupid kit, he is not worth being in this clan, he wasn't even clan-born!" Blackstar yowled, drawing the cats of the clan's attention. I took Nightkit by the scruff and sulked into the bushes, i left the clan with my head low, Nightkit dangling loosely from my jaws. A moon passed, and Nightkit was doing fine, and has learned to catch very small prey. I was also doing fine, but after another moon, Nightkit tried to run away from me, i accedentaily let him from my grasp one time and he went into the shadows. I wonder to this day if he will come back, but that was about 5 moons ago, i was only 5 moons, now i am 10 moons, but that still haunts me.
Family/Crush:My kin i don't remember, they died, and i never got to see my mother and father, sad right? And- child, you really got to stop cutting me off! and no i do not have a crush on any cat yet. Now leave me alone.