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[Arrows]

{ вяα¢кєηѕтαя }

☆Leader☆
☆Tom☆
☆25 Moons☆
☆Crushless☆
☆Tags: No one☆

The handsome tom strode from his rocky den, eyes glinting. He clamored into the mossy clearing, smiling visibly. His sleek brown tabby coat gleamed in the filtered sunlight, dark green eyes flitting about. Brackenstar was a proud and good leader, and he always refused to show fear. The tom had never been a stranger, and he wasn't about to be one anytime soon. The leader's jaws parted, showing his pink tongue, and he yawned immensely. He sat down next to the fresh-kill pile, shifting through it tirelessly to find a good piece of prey. Finally, Brackenstar seized a fluffy, fat squirrel ravenously. It was guessed by most cats that most of Brackenstar's ancestors were ThunderClan, and they were probably right. He had similar build, similar taste in prey, similar taste in shelter, and he liked trees. All signs pointed to the fact of him being a descendant of ThunderClanners, and he wouldn't deny them. He would be proud enough to take his history very graciously, like most cats in ThistleClan. After the slaying of the four main clans and the remaining cats banded together, the first leader, Birchstar, vowed to keep the legacy of the old four clans alive. So every cat honors their heritage. No matter, Brackenstar smiled to himself, searching for someone to look for as he took a hungry bite of his squirrel.

{ ѕку∂αη¢є }

☁Warrior☁
☁She-cat☁
☁20 Moons☁
☁Crushless☁
☁Tags: No one☁

After an early-morning hunt, the calico blundered into camp, tired. Giving a nod to her leader, Skydance set down her prey and picked her way towards the warriors' den again, hoping to not be stopped. She'd done her share for the morning, and needed some rest after getting up so early. The she-cat ignored a small hiss as she accidentally trod on a tail before sinking into her nest like it was a cloud. Skydance closed her eyes, ignoring a voice of a rousing warrior and hoping no one would bother her. The exhausted she-cat was soon resting thinly, ready to wake up at a moment's notice.

{ ѕρє¢кℓє∂яσѕє }

✿Queen✿
✿She-cat✿
✿25 Moons✿
✿Crushless✿
✿Tags: No one✿

Her rounded belly was currently a burden for her, and as Speckledrose waddled from her den, she wished for her kits to be born already. After her mate had died, Brackenstar had been her cat to lean on and expect to take care of her. When she heard Brackenstar make a comment about her moving into the nursery already, the beautiful, lean she-cat rolled her eyes and settled awkwardly on her stomach to eat. Yes, the queen had been very adamant about giving up her duties for the time being, ignoring the fact of her being rather close to birth. With a labored sigh, Speckledrose ate ravenously and soaked up the early sun, chatting a bit with her brother about things. The she-cat smiled at Brackenstar, he sounded so concerned for his sister. The queen was always pushing him to get a mate, insisting it would be 'adorable' and that he'd make a wonderful father. But Speckledrose would end up rolling her eyes or sighing when Brackenstar shook his head stubbornly and told her 'he was waiting for the right one.' Finished with her prey, she managed to settle comfortably for a nice nap in the sun.

{ ƒιѕнραω }

❧Apprentice❧
❧Tom❧
❧7 Moons❧
❧Crushless❧
❧Tags: No one❧

He bounced into the clearing, eyes shining like usual. The bengal tom had always been a very eager and intelligent tom, ready to learn. Fishpaw's apprenticeship was going pleasingly well, and he loved to get some attention here and there. The apprentice also grabbed a small mouse to prepare for a hard day of training, just in case. He'd always been adamant about being prepared and ready to jump at the moment's notice. Some cats would roll their eyes after hearing it more than once, others would listen, either intrigued or acting like it, at the least. Fishpaw chowed down on his mouse cheerily, smile bubbly as he ate. The tom waved his tail quickly.

{ ƒєαтнєя }

✆Loner✆
✆She-cat✆
✆16 Moons✆
✆Crushless✆
✆Tags: No one✆

She peered from behind a haybale as she heard the squealing of the farm's twolegs and the barn door creak open. They were kind and elderly people, and she liked the woman the most. Feather wouldn't dare get close enough to them, but they knew she was there and liked to leave her things. Like, today, once the woman left, the she-cat found some milk. Giving it a soft sniff, soon she lapped it up. Leaving the rest for later, Feather crouched at the sound of high-pitched shrieking noises, realizing her hunger had reached her. It wasn't long before the loner had caught a plump mouse, cutting off it's 'sweet' serenade. Devouring it, the sweet and shy she-cat went out for her daily walk around the farm. It gave her exercise, and she could always catch some rabbits and other prey. She lived alone, but plenty of cats that needed a place to stay for a night or two passed through. Feather wasn't too lonely and always met new cats. She knew a lot about ThistleClan, and they never bothered her and she was happy to give them hospitality. The loner had always been very kind, and that was simply the kind of cat she was.

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[left][quote][color=#BF8000]☆Leader☆
☆Tom☆
☆25 Moons☆
☆Swallowheart☆
☆Tags: No one☆[/color][/center][/quote][/left] [size=85][/size]

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[left][quote][color=#00FFFF]☁Warrior☁
☁She-cat☁
☁20 Moons☁
☁Crushless☁
☁Tags: No one☁[/color][/center][/quote][/left] [size=85][/size]

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[left][quote][color=#FF40BF]✿Queen✿
✿She-cat✿
✿25 Moons✿
✿Crushless✿
✿Tags: No one✿[/color][/center][/quote][/left] [size=85][/size]

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❧Apprentice❧
❧Tom❧
❧7 Moons❧
❧Crushless❧
❧Tags: No one❧[/color][/center][/quote][/left] [size=85][/size]

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✆Loner✆
✆She-cat✆
✆16 Moons✆
✆Shade✆
✆Tags: No one✆[/color][/center][/quote][/left] [size=85][/size]

[Post away, my lovelies!]

[Myra]

FrostLion
-Female-
-Crushless-
-Mateless-
-17 moons-
-Warrior-

FrostLion awake in her small nest. The nest that she made, and also couldn't fit anyone else in. She opened her green eyes. They were a deep green. Unlike most cats she knew, her eyes changed color. Slowly, and slopily, she got up. Looking around dizzily, she started to move herself forwards. She stopped and looked down at her one brown paw. Somehow she was brown, black, and gray. Mostly gray. She sighed and shifted her paws, then looked at the gray one. Lost in thinking about stuff, she went to step forward and fell. "Ouch.." She muttered to herself. Pulling herself up, she heaved herself and started to walk out. The sun feels nice.. She thought to herself, sighing happily. Then licked her white nose.

The she-cat purred and started to shake herself. Then started to walk to the forest. There was a tree she loved to climb. Flicking her silky tail, she bounded off and jumped onto the tree. She was sort of like an outcast to the clan. She didn't have any clan blood. Well, as far as she knew at least. She never met her father. Lost in thought again, her left paw slipped and she fell off of the lush tree. She put her paws out, trying to grip the tree. But she didn't have enough time to. Slowly as she hit the ground, everything went black.
(Jeez, I always make my chars fall off of trees when I first RP them..)

[roses.in.abyss]

(Its night where I am, I'll post in the morning.)

[closet-maverick]

Ｒｏｂｉｎｐａｗ
• tom • 10 moons • mentor; • tags; •

Robinpaw lazily slumped out of the apprentice den and hauled himself towards the freshkill pile. After nosing through the pile of prey for a while, Robinpaw padded back outside the den, a mouse dangling from his jaws. Robinpaw was almost certain that he wasn't clan born. He always imagined his parents to be brave, powerful rogues as he was quite strong himself. He could never have been born a kittypet for sure! Or was he? Robinpaw would probably never find out for he had not even the faintest idea of who his family and ancestors were.
The brown tabby shook the thoughts off and took a huge bite of his mouse. Training and learning more battle moves was much more important than trying to find out about his past right now and he needed to get the best out of his apprenticeship if it meant to become a great warrior.

Ｇｒｉｚｅｌｄａ
• she cat • 14 moons • kittypet • tags; •

The beautiful blue tortoiseshell slipped out from her cat-flap, breathing in the crisp morning air. Sighing and gazing longingly towards the forest that was just visible in her sight from on top of her fence, Grizelda began to groom herself. After making sure her fur was neat and clean enough, she hopped down and began to walk along the fences of the twoleg nests next to hers, the hard concrete cold under her paws. Grizelda didn't have much interaction with other cats because she didn't know of any around.
Thinking back to when she just moved in with her new twolegs when she was smaller, she shuddered. Back then, Grizelda had almost worshipped the dry pellets and canned food her twolegs fed her, greedily gobbling up the slop each time her bowls were filled. Now since she was first allowed to go outside the door beyond the safety of the nest, and first laid her striking green gaze on the forest, she had started disliking the cat food, instead hunting a few scarce mice or birds when she got the chance and was in the luck.

[hedgehog101]

(Just have to say- I love the name of this clan! I had a hedgehog named Thistle once.)