by silky.moth.is.gone » Thu Dec 17, 2015 4:54 am
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Username;; ~SilkyMoth~
Cat name;; Ash (later maybe Ashheart?..)
Age;; 29 moons
Gender;; Male
Rank;; Rogue
Personality;; Ash is somewhat famous to the clan. He is known for at one moment being kind and caring, the next some sort of flirty cat and then he's wild, crazy and bloodthirsty. He is one crazy cat.
History;; Ash was born in the forest and his mother was killed by a fox, he grew up alone and became crazy with loneliness. He has a cat version of multiple personality disorder and tends to go from happy, to flirty, to mad. He is not to be trusted and the clan often make up stories to tell to there cats of how he became mates with cats before killing them for no reason. No one knows if the stories are true.
He is one of the main enemies to the clan, father to Fawnpelt's future kits and the one whom caused her injuries. He is known to be extremely dangerous. Cat's are warned not to listen to or approach him. He is not a cat to be messed with and is surprisingly strong. Although he seems to have let Fawnpelt go, know one knows if he will strike again...
Kin;; Mother;; Unknown, Father;; Viperstar (He doesnt know that though)
Crush;; Most female cats, Fawnpelt.
Mate;; None
Sexuality;; Bisexual
Likes;; Cats, killing, the clan, disloyalty and murder.
Dislikes;; Cats defiant to his flirting. Cats surviving his attacks. Cats trying to help him.
Fears;; Death and permanent loneliness.
Wishes;; To carry on his bloodline, knowing most of the cats in his family where quite crazy like him. To follow the voices in his head and complete their orders. To earn Fawnpelt's love.
Other;; nope
Pussglare - Warrior - Tom - 28 moons
My looks.
History;; Pussglare's name came from his kithood, he was found alone and abandoned with his eyes crusted over, the medicine cat was able to heal one eye and he can now partially see. He grew an average life in the clan and ignored some bullies he did have, he despised Viperstar and is glad he died.
Personality;; Pussglare is known to be a kind and funny cat, he enjoys messing around and chatting with other cats, knowing that even though he won't get a mate due to his 'good' looks, he can still have plenty of friends! He can stand up for himself when needed and is protective over the younger cats and their safety.
F I N C H F E A T H E R
His Looks.
T H E B A S I C S
Username: ~MellowMillipede~
Cat's name: Finchfeather
Gender: Male
Age: 24 moons
General Info
Name: Finchkit | Finchpaw | [b]Finchfeather
Rank: Warrior
Age: 12-24 Moons
Gender: Tom
Apprentice: Open
Mate: Open
Appearance: A light tan color base is the main color of this tom. His back and shoulders are covered in a ginger color, slightly diluted. A commonish tabby marking covers the ginger part of his pelt, while a light color makes his toes looked dipped in paint, as well as his under coat. He stands a little taller than most cats, and as such, has rather thin legs. His eyes, a light green, seem to have no pupils. His pupils are "invisible" Or rather so small, and unresponsive to light, that they seem invisible. This causes him to have issues with light.
Personality
Quiet -- Scared -- Friendly -- Caring -- Fake
Quiet: Since even his sisters mocked him for his stutter, this tom tends to remain aas silent as possible. Not that he doesn't speak, he just tries not to. His belief is that he can save his voice, and repair it by not using it. He will speak, you just need to speak to him. He never talks first unless its important. He is shy as well, but only for fear of being made fun of.
Scared: This tom is scared of so many things, its okay to call him a scaredy cat. He jumps at storms. This is because the flash of light that comes with it hurts his eyes, temporarily blinding him. He is scared to get close to someone, to make friends, fo fear they will join his family in starclan. He is scared to speak for fear of being mocked. As such, he avoids situations that will force him into close quarters with any of these things.
Friendly: He may not talk much, and he may be scared to get near someone, but he will always greet one with a smile, won't ever turn down someone asking for help, and will always be willing to put himself forwards in order to better someone's day. When he does speak, his voice is soft, and it's hard to hear him. But along with the quiet volume and stutter comes a tone that cannot be described any better than 'kind'
Caring: Finchpaw does all he ca o help ones in need. He shares his prey, gives someone a paw if they need help climbing something, and will volunteer to keep an eye on kits if their mother needs to take a walk or make dirt. He cares about his clanmates, and even those who aren't his clanmates. He hates seeing someone in pain or upset, and will do what he can to help.
Fake: Not fake in a manner you tend to see. Its the fact he forces himself to seem happy. He fakes a smile 99% of the time. On the inside all his feelings and thoughts swirl, while on the outside, he seems nothing more than your average apprentice, focused on becoming a great warrior. He 'flirts' with she-cats, without words. This involves slight touches, and everything you can do without a voice. But if he ever did find someone for him to be with, he wouldn't be afraid to use his voice for them.
Family
Mother: Rosesnag
Father: Blackpelt
Littermates: Acornkit | Hollykit | Tumblepaw
Siblings: See above
Other Family Members: Unknown
History
Finchkit: Finchkit was born as any normal kit. To a warrior couple in Willowclan. Alongside his sisters, Acornkit, Hollykit, and Tumblekit, Finchkit was just like any cat. Though the med. cat was confused by his eyes, and the seemingly lack of pupils, he wasn't too worried about it. The kit could see, and just had issues with bright flashes of light, and couldn't see in the distance very well. He chalked it up to those odd things in life, and the family went on. But when the kits were old enough to talk, and Finch didn't do so, Rosesnag began to question Starclan's destiny for her only son. A moon after his siters had begun talking, Finchkit finally found his voice. But it was as if his voice was broken. He could barely form a sentance, a stutter so extreme that it took him moments to get a single word out. The Med. Cat once again chalked it up to life, but was determined to figure it out.
At 4 moons old, like any litter, the siblings decided to venture out of the camp. They watched for a moon, learning the best ways to sneak around, and at 5 moons, took their first pawsteps outside the camp. That is, however, except for Finchkit. He had been shunned by his sisters. They mocked him for his disability, and as such, he had taken to silence, and avoidance. Therefore, he knew nothing of their plan. That morning, he was playing with his father, Blackpelt, when they heard a loud screech. Blackpelt and a few other warriors ran off, leaving Finchkit staring in horror. His mother was calling for her kits, in order to sheild them from whatever it was that caused the sound. But only Finchkit could be found. The tomkit found himself praying to starclan, alongside his mother, for his sister's health. Alas, it was hopeless. Not too much later, Blackpelt padded slowly into camp. Tumblekit hung from his jaws, blood dripping down her rear, her tail missing. She was covered in cuts and scratches. Behind him, two other warriors came into camp, each one carrying his other sisters. Acornkit was obviously gone, her stomach sliced open. Hollykit's eyes were open, and she was covered with nicks. She didn't move, however, and her head was at a funny angle, along with one of her legs. Rosesnag screamed in horror, and ran forwards. Finchkit, however, didn't understand. His sisters were back, what was there to cry about?
It took a few days, but Finchkit grew to learn what happened. His sisters had snuck out, and been attacked by something. The patrol had arrived after the attacker had left, and was unable to find it. Hollykit had been slammed into a tree, breaking her neck and killing her instantly. The Med. Cat determined that Acornkit had been alive a few moments after her fatal wound. Tumblekit wasn't dead, but her paw was severly injured. Over the next moon, Finchkit remained by his family's side. He refused to become an apprentice before his sister was able.
At 7 moons, Finchkit and Tumblekit became apprentices together. Tumblekit hadn't fully healed, but was given the green light by the medicine cat, and it was determined she had suffered enough. Finchkit had never truely gotten over the sight he had seen, nor had his parents. Blackpelt had passed during a hunt, taken by age. Rosesnag was to pass soon after the apprentice ceremony, due to a snake bite. His parents never planned to give up, but starclan must have wanted them to be with their daughters.
Finchpaw: Finchpaw hadn't been an apprentice for more than a day when he lost Tumblepaw as well. She pushed herself too far, trying to climb a tree. Her paw gave out under her, and she fell, breaking her neck, just like Hollykit had. Finchpaw had seen it happen, but he had been unable to call for help, his voice wouldn't work. When his sister was pronounced dead, he was able to let out a solid cry, showing he did have a stable voice, but only in extreme circumstances. From then on, Finchpaw rarely spoke. He believes if he saves his voice, he can use it in a time of need.
During his apprenticeship, Finchpaw befriended a she-cat called Sweetpaw, and in the end, developed a heavy crush on her.He was torn, because he knew she had many suiters to choose from, so hose to remain in the shadows, a friend for when she needed it. He became more social after that, meeting a few other fellow apprentices, and spending time with the leader at the time, Viperstar. Eventually, as moons passed, his final assesment came and went, and Finchpaw became a warrior.
Finchfeather: Finchfeather hadn't even been a warrior for a moon when terrible things began to happen, a few cats in the other clans went missing. Soon it was discovered that Sweetpaw herself, the feline Finchfeather had been crushing on, was among the missing. He struggles with this knowledge, and prays to Starclan that she will return soon, free of any harm.
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