ღ MysticClan ღ { Accepting Warriors/Loners }

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Username : ~Ƨακσяιαи Яαɢɛ~
Cat's Name : Silversun
Rank : Warrior
Gender : Female
Age : 25 moons
Kin : Her parents, Larkflower and Darkfur; her two brothers, Brownfoot and Graywing
Crush : She does not care much for love; at the moment, open
Mate : None
Kits : None
History : Silversun was born to two warriors in another Clan. She soon made the warriors proud of her, and she lived happily for a while. When she grew older, her parents wanted her to become mates with a young tom in hopes of shaking their daughter's desire to remain a warrior-maiden. She ran away shortly after that decision was made, and roamed the land for a few weeks before joining MysticClan.
Personality : Silversun is clever, sly, and cunning. She is deceptive and manipulative, and can be rather reckless as well. She can charm her way out of many things. She uses strategy rather than strength, making her a tough opponent. She is loyal to those who she trusts (which is just about no one, unfortunately) and is willing to risk her life for them.
Description : Her build is light, sturdy, and lithe. She is a bit smal and has powerful legs, which adds to her speed. She is a sleek silver tabby with one creamy white forepaw on her right side, and sapphire blue eyes that are tinged with gold. She has a mischevious 'smile' (cats don't really smile, I think) that, paired along with the signature wry gleam in her eyes, can make her just about irresistable.
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Username : ~Ƨακσяιαи Яαɢɛ~
Cat's Name : Swiftfoot
Rank : Warrior
Gender : Male
Age : 27 moons
Kin : Deceased
Crush : Open
Mate : Open
Kits : None
History : To make a long story short, Swiftfoot was the only surviving kit in a litter of five, all of whom died from the winter cold. His parents were attacked by a band of rogue cats while out hunting and died; fortunately, he was old enough by then to care for himself. He wandered everywhere, and eventually stumbled upon this Clan.
Personality : He is a flirty and charming tom, he is. But some of it is just a mask to hide the devious and deceptive side of him, the side that is not afraid to backstab someone, the side that will not hesitate to kill. However, this part of him is usually well-hidden. He is strong and willing to fight if necessary.
Description : Swiftfoot is a lean and well-muscled tabby, of average size. He is powerful and his movements are fluid. His pelt is a glossy storm gray, and the tip of his tail is darker than the rest of his body. He has emerald eyes, with a touch of aqua to them. His laugh is a low and rumbling purr, pleasant to listen to.
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[ᴶᴼᴷᴱᴿ ♀]

Username : ~Velvet Lining~
Cat's Name : Stormheart
Rank : Deputy
Gender : Tom
Age : {Moons} 24 moons
Kin : Brother of Birdsong
Crush : Rainflower :3
Mate : "Rainflower <3 I love her with all my heart"
Kits : "She's expecting!"
History : {Optional, but wanted.} First a loner with his sister they were found and taken in
Personality : Shy, a little tempermental.
Description : Large grey tom with blue eyes eyes
Picture : Click but with blue eyes

Username : ~Velvet Lining~
Cat's Name : Birdsong
Rank : Medicine Cat
Gender : She-cat
Age : {Moons} 24 moons
Kin : Sister of Stormheart
Crush : Wolfstar, but she's Med Cat so
Mate : None.
Kits : Expecting :O
History : {Optional, but wanted.} Same as Stormheart
Personality : Sweet, loving
Description : Pretty she-cat, she is smaller than a normal cat
Picture :Click ^^

Username : ~Velvet Lining~
Cat's Name : Rosefeather
Rank : Warrior
Gender : She-cat
Age : {Moons} 17 moons
Kin : None
Crush : Riot </3
Mate : Looking
Kits : None, but wanted
History : {Optional, but wanted.} Normal for a clan cat
Personality : Sweet, a little shy.
Description : A petite white cat with green eyes.
Picture : Click but with green eyes

Username : ~VL~
Cat's Name : Hawkpaw (Hawkfeather)
Rank : Apprentice
Gender : Tom
Age : {Moons} 12 moons
Kin : Secret :3
Crush : "I don't believe in love" But yet.. "I love them both, how can I ever choose?" (Sweetpaw, Heather)
Mate : -
Kits : "Meh.."
History : {Optional, but wanted.} Hawkpaw definitely has some baggage, mehh.... I'm too lazy now so I'll write it later.

Bite his head off!" "Claw his eyes out!" Jeered the crowd of toms and she-cats, they surrounded two young toms. Their claws were unsheathed and they were growling. Hawk's dark tabby pelt was glittered with his opponent's blood, they were young; four or five moons. Hawk lunged at the other cat, grasping Coal's neck with his teeth. He gave the final blow that let hit opponent to damaged to stand, Hawk smiled; his cold blue eyes shone.


"Please don't leave, Hawk. You're the only one who knows how wrong this is," Coal pleaded, blood was slick on both of their pelts. The difference was Hawk could walk, and Coal couldn't; he was chained down. Hawk had his back turned to Coal, he knew what what was supposed to happen. "I have to go, if I stay... I just have to go, Coal" Hawk said softly, they were so young but they looked to old. "Hawk, what am I supposed to do? If you leave I'll die. You know I will," The dark gray cat's eyes bored into Hawk's back. "No..." Only the dark tabby knew they were brothers, he could never hurt his brother again.

Personality : Cold, Emotionless most of the time, Quiet.
Description : Large dark tabby with blue eyes
Picture : Click

Username : ~Velvet Lining~
Cat's Name : Lionpaw
Rank : Warrior
Gender : Tom
Age : {Moons} 26 moons
Kin : Brother of Sagepaw
Crush : Open
Mate : None.. Yet
Kits : None, not sure if he wants them
History : {Optional, but wanted.} Just a normal clan cat
Personality : All around friendly, a little bit of a player
Description : Thickly built dark gold cat that resembles a Asiatic golden cat or Temminck's cat very much so, very handsome tom.
Picture : So pretty much like this

Username : ~VL~
Cat's Name : Coal
Rank : Loner
Gender : Tom
Age : 12 moons
Kin : None that he knows of
Crush : "..."
Mate : None
Kits : None
History : Same as Hawkpaw's. He and Hawkpaw were trained together as kits.
Personality : Cold, and a little detached with a lot of pent up anger.
Description : He is the same size as Hawkpaw, a bit of a hulking figure.
Picture : Click :3 but with blue eyes that match his brother's.

Username : ~Velvet Lining~
Cat's Name : Sagepaw --> Sageheart
Rank : Apprentice of MysticClan
Gender : She-cat
Age : 9 moons
Kin : Sister of Lionpaw
Crush : "Well, I don't know, I just got here. But their are some pretty cute cats here "
Mate : "None, I don't really want a mate right now"
Kits : "Their cute, but I don't have any"
History : "I-I can't remember.. "
Personality : Kind, sweet, loving, very friendly
Description : A small, sleek cat. She is a mix of different shades of brown, with long feathery fur. Her eyes are a light blue, almost purple color.
Picture : Click :3 But with blue/purple eyes,

Username : ~Velvet Lining~
Cat's Name : Fallenheart
Rank : Warrior
Gender : Tom
Age : 16 moons
Kin : Dove
Crush : "She-cats... Are my specialty"
Mate : "My one and only died."
Kits : "Love em'"
History : {W.I.P} "I really don't like to talk about it"
Personality : Fallenheart's heart was broken was he was barely 6 moons old, because the love of his life drowned. That's why his name is Fallenheart, he used to be just Fallen. He is laid back, but hardly shares anything about himself, he is caring and sweet to she-cats. Fallenheart often feels like a father figure to younger cats, but sometimes he can fall into a dark place.
Description : He is a lean and muscular tom, large but not necessarily huge. He has amber/green eyes, he is fast but not the best fighter. His strength is hunting, and he has a scar from above his left eye down onto his left cheek.
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Username : ~Velvet Lining~
Cat's Name : Dove
Rank : Loner, for now
Gender : She-cat
Age : 8 moons
Kin : Fallenheart
Crush : "Well.. I'm pretty shy, no one would like me anyway"
Mate : "I'm way too young, but I doubt I'll ever have one"
Kits : -
History : {W.I.P} "I-I can't seem to remember"
Personality : Dove is very shy, she doesn't really like talking. Honestly she is terrified of the clan cats and tries to avoid them at all costs. But when you get to know her she is sweet and caring. Dove has a respect for all life and hates fighting. Dove believes she will never find love and also thinks she is ugly because she has a scar matching her brother's above her right eye going down onto her right cheek
Description : Dove is a very petite white she-cat, with black splotches. She has dark silver eyes that can scare the living daylight out of any cat.
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Username : Bellybuttons!
Cat's Name : Lostkit --> Lostheart
Rank : Kit
Gender : She-cat
Age : 1 moon
Kin : Stormheart, Rainflower, Icekit, Spiderkit, Runningkit
Crush : "Eww"
Mate : "I'm way too little!"
Kits : "That's me!"
History : Lostkit is the only girl among her three other siblings. She was born from the Deputy, Stormheart, and the sister of the Leader, Rainflower. Nothing out of the ordinary
Personality : Lostkit is loving, easily trusting, and can be really outspoken.
Description : A dark grey cat her pelt is almost black, she has a sleek pelt, she is very lean and nimble. Her eyes are a light silver color, and she has a light pink nose. Lostkit is not muscular and probably never will be,
Picture : But darker, with silver eyes and a pink nose

Username : ~Velvet Lining~
Cat's Name : Greykit --> Greypaw --> Greyheart
Rank : Kit
Gender : Tom
Age : Not even a moon
Kin : Adoptive: Heatherstrike Real: Birdsong {Mother} Wolfstar {Father}
Crush : "I'm way too young, plus there's no other kits!"
Mate : "Ewww"
Kits : "I am one, stupid two-legs"
History : One of the three kits born by Birdsong and Wolfstar, his foster mother is Heather who says the kits are hers.
Personality : Greykit is brave, loyal, and strong. He is alike his father in every sense, Greykit would make an excellent leader
Description : Greykit looks exactly like Wolfstar, only one feature varies, his stunning green eyes which came from his mother. Greykit with grow to be a medium sized cat, bigger than Wolfstar, but even in his face, every bone is alike the leader's. He is undeniably handsome even at this young age,
Picture : {Picture of your cat.} -none-

[skeletor]

Username : RavenGoneWild
Cat's Name : Hiddenmist
Rank : Warrior
Gender : Male
Age : 23 moons
Kin :Whisper(Dead mother) Crowcall(sister) Redeye(Brother)
Crush : "Swanshimmer, she's... interesting"
Mate : "I'm... Not sure"
Kits :"..."
History :He can still remember that dreadful day so clearly, the day he got a reminder of what rashness could do to you. It had all started of innocent enough; the three kits had been playing outside the den, not far from their mother. Hidden(kit) and Red(kit) were doing their usual "I'm better than you routine", when Hidden came up with a genius Idea, an idea that led to his mother being slain. He's suggested that the kittens sneak out of camp and explore, the first one to get caught be their mother would be the loser. As impossible as the task seemed, the two kits were quite cunning. They had Crow(kit) distract their mother with pointless questions, and made sure that they waited until she was completely absorbed in the conversation. The instant they thought no one was looking, Hidden and Red bolted away from the small clearing that they called home, and down to the forest that their farther hunted in. Since they were still only young kits, it wasn't long before their pace slowed to a limp, and their breathing came in long heavy puffs. They stayed on the alert, knowing that by now their parents would probably notice they were missing. "Ha...you look..really tired! I... bet you get...caught first!" Red had teased, pausing to gasp for breath before each word. Hidden had just shook his head, and launched himself towards a small cave-like burrow in the earth. It had smelt weird, like something disgusting... Like crow-food, but stronger, more gross. But Hidden hadn't cared, for he was going to hide in there, and his brother was going to get found first. He was too busy marvelling in the thought of winning, that he didn't noticed the large monstrous form emerging from the burrow. Not even when Red began to squeal like a frightened mouse. But he did notice when the large striped head bared its yellow-tainted teeth at him, and pinned him down with one might sweep of its large paw. How he to have known there was was a badger in that hole? But it was too late for regretting, because the lumbering beast of a badger had already sunk its teeth into his side, tearing at the skin. Red stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, too frightened to attack, to terrified to call for help. At that moment the young kit would have let the badger maul his brother’s life away and most probably wouldn't have moved if it had came for him. At that instant a black blur shot past Red, and leaped at the badger, scratching and clawing at the beast, until it reluctantly let go of Hidden. Whisper had noticed her kits absence, and had instantly picked up their trail, only to find one of them being savagely killed by a badger. Hidden lay on the floor, looking like death it's self. The horrible sight gave Red enough sense to move away from the scene, backing up and attempting to get further away. The badger had begun to back away as well, and so Whisper turned to face her dying child. She licked Hidden repeatedly, attempting to clear his wounds. She never noticed the badger opening its jaws toward her again. In fact, only Hidden and Red did. Hidden tried to talk though the pain, he honestly did, but his mother couldn't understand what he was saying she didn't realize. She...
The kit’s farther had heard the commotion, and came to find Red shivering uncontrollably, and Hidden nearly dead. No one wanted to spare a glance at Whisper, the smell alone was enough to tell what had become of her. Hidden was taken to the den. There was slim to none chance he'd survive his wounds. But by some chance of a miracle, he survived. But still carries the scars to remind him of the death that he could have prevented
Personality :Hiddenmist is good-tempered, in appose to his siblings, and seems the most level headed of the triplets. He takes the time to think things through, and will not be pushed into doing anything that seems "unsuitably idiotic" as he calls it. He's the type of tom that takes things calmly in his stride, and almost never fails to impress. Although he's not overly aggressive, he does tend to have a much more violent view on life, and is prone to using sarcasm to enlighten that matter.
Description : A lean built tom-cat warrior, who's muscels are showing but not to a dramatic extent. He has a marvolous silver pelt covered in darker tabby striper, and decorated with a solid white chest, paws and tail. a hideously large scar covers the left side of his body, starting at his shoulder and stretching down past his hip.
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Username : RavenGoneWild
Cat's Name : Redeye
Rank : Warrior
Gender : Tom
Age : 23 moons
Kin :Whisper(Dead mother) Hiddenmist(Brother) Crowcall(Sister)
Crush : "Heh, why would I need a crush?"
Mate : "I can't be bothered with She-cats anymore"
Kits : "Why would I even want any?"
History : Same as Hiddenmist.
Personality :Redeye is a competitive tom, with an arrogant attitude to everything. It's quite rare that he takes anything serious, and is quite the joker. Redeye's also quite the boast, he loves to show of and big himself up in front of others and has a fairly unreliable reputation because of that. He's not to be trusted by others, and isn't one to trust either. He's definitely a flirt(when he feels like it), hands down, and often makes comments about how cute the female warriors are. He claims he despises his brother, and there is actually some truth to that, though they only fight playfully in public. He hates being second best, and seems to deal with problems much like a kit would. He's arrogant, but not quite stupid, and has grown quite brave in the passing seasons.
Description : An average sized cat with a fairly muscled built, he's slightly shorter than his brother but other than that, their builds are practically the same. He has the classical musty white pelt of an Albino cat, with large faded red eyes that are slightly poor at seeing. His ears are slightly rounded.
Picture : Click :-)

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Username : RavenGoneWild
Cat's Name : Sparrowpaw
Rank : Apprentice
Gender : Tom
Age : 8 moons
Kin :...
Crush : "Haha"
Mate : "Stop it! I'm going to laugh so hard I'll cry!"
Kits : "Oh, I remember when I was a kit"
History : Sparrowpaw was born and raised as a loner, his mother being a half-kittypet and his farther a rouge. Sparrowpaw was the only surviving of the three kits that were born in his litter, and was terribly spoiled by his mother. It was commonly said, that when he was 3 moons old, he was caught attempting to sneak out of his den, and his mother had punished him by dropping him on his head. Though, he claims that's just a rumour.
Personality : Sparrowpaw is known for his tendency not to stop talking. He'll often ramble about the strangest of things, and not seem aware of it afterwards. He's considered annoying by most cats, but doesn't take that comment to heart, or even acknowledge it, as he is who he is. His loss of sanity aside, Sparrowpaw is a reasonably kind tom and is surprisingly good at hunting despite his strange ways.
Description : Sparrowpaw is large for his age, muscles showing lightly under his black and white pelt. He has large rounded lime-colored eyes, and a tail that's fairly long.
Picture :Clicky

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Username : RavenGoneWild
Cat's Name : Crowcall
Rank : Queen
Gender : She-cat
Age : 23 moons
Kin :Whisper(Dead mother) Hiddenmist(Brother) Redeye(Brother)
Crush : "I'm fine without and annoying male"
Mate : "I'll never love another after my last mate died..."
Kits : "They'll be born soon, hopefully"
History :When Crowcall was younger, and went by the name of Crow, she met a tom. For some reason, the two of them seemed to click instantly, and became friends straight away, despite Crowpaw's cockiness. They knew each other for a while, and by the time they became older, they were as good as mates. Crowcall found that she was expecting kits with the tom, and they were both overjoyed. But the tom died shortly after, caught by a dog on a farm raid.
Personality :Crowcall is an expert at holding grudges, and can pursue someone for moons, just for calling her 'grumpy'. She's strict, and dislikes being told what to do, or being talked back to. She'd developed a dislike for arrogant cats, even though she herself could be classed as one.
Description : A petite small she-cat with a large rounded stomach due to pregnancy, her tail is long and swoopingmuch like a fern leaf. Her eyes are a brilliant shade of emerald-green emerald-eyed, contrasting with her long faded black pelt that looks as if the color was washed out with the falling rain.
Picture :ClicK

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Username : RavenGoneWild
Cat's Name : Rose
Rank : Loner/Kittypet
Gender : She-cat
Age : 11moons
Kin : She probably has some somewhere.
Crush : "M-me? I-It's not y-your busines!"
Mate : "I-I don't have one..."
Kits : "B-but! No!"
History : Rose is just your average kittypet, becoming bold and deciding to venture out to the forest. She found the wild cats interesting, and wanted to learn their ways.
Personality : Rose's quite the klutz, prone to tripping on her own paws, or being too loud and scaring the prey away when hunting. She should have been skilled at catching prey, but her kittypet instincts slow that of her warrior ones. When it comes to fighting, she's reasonably skilled, using her lithe body and agility to her advantage. The fact she has such a scrawny appearance may mean she lacks in power, but she makes up for it with her shocking speed.
Description : Rose is a slender she-cat with a long lithe build, her ears are rounded like a mouses' but stilllarge in size. Her pale creamy pelt is decorated with dark splashes of black spots.
Picture : cLiCk

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Username :RavenGoneWild
Cat's Name : Tempr
Rank : Loner
Gender : Female
Age : 16 moons
Kin : Alive, somewhere...
Crush : "Why would I need one?"
Mate : "Ugh, no! Who are you anyway?"
Kits : "Why would I want to look after a load of mewling furballs?!"
History : Tempr -being Smallkit back then- was a clanborn cat amongst a litter of five large kits, being the smallest of them or better known as the "Runt". She was often singled out by her siblings as she was dramatically small, and as she danced with a fish older it was clear she was not as good a hunter as the others. In a desperate attempt to prove herself a worthy apprentice, the young she-cat decided to fight the strongest of her siblings. Her flawed logic told her that this would help her become a great warrior... Maybe she'd even get to become deputy! Her plan did work well, just too well. Caught up in the fury of the fight, Tempr had used her sibling's weakness against him by dragging him into the River for a fight. It got out of hand as Tempr let her personal feelings get in the way of the fight, and she ended up drowning her brother in the dark water. After that Tempr was exiled, her own family loathing her very existence. It was her mother who had saved her by begging that she was not to be killed, but didn't stop the leader from exiling her child. She cared more about the no good Foxdung of a brother, that had bullied Tempr all her life. From then on Tempr began living life as a rouge, her skills at hunting were poor and the prey growing lesser every day she hunted.
Personality : Tempr has quite a childish nature, seeming to be quite care free most of the time. Though, she could hold a grudge for an eternity and more if it all boiled down to it. The young she-cat finds it hard to pick up on other's feelings, and so doesn't know how to feel Sympathy or feel pity for other cats. She has a one track mind and it is extremely difficult to sway her vision of things once she makes up her mind. Tempr has a bitter-sweet sense of humour that she uses constantly, and feels that she couldn't live without sarcasm. The fiery she-cat believes that respect is to be earned through fighting, and so will never listen to a single thing anyone has to say, unless the beat her in battle.
Description : Tempr is a slightly built young she-cat, her appearance quite scrawny compared to that of a normal cat. Her lightly developed muscles are barley visible under her thin layer of fur, and her ribs are slightly seen. The young she-cat has a tan-brown pelt with small flecks of ginger in it, decorated with individual black stripes across her pelt. She has a white muzzle, accompanied by long white whiskers. Tempr has large dark green eyes, similar to the shade of damp moss.
Picture : Click for Tempr

[panacea.]

Username : Minteh
Cat's Name : Swanshimmer
Rank : Warrior
Gender : She-cat
Age : 20 {Moons}
Kin : Hollyrain
Crush : Hiddenmist =O
Mate : None
Kits : None
History : Look at Hollyrain's
Personality : Swanshimmer is a very shy cat, but once you get to know her, she is incredibly amazing. Isn't a very skilled fighter, but excels greatly at hunting and can come up with some of the best battle plans. She is often found spending her free time in a shady river or walking in the forest, usually alone. She is a talented, wise warrior and would never let down her clan. She leaves the camp from often, for long periods of time, and spends it running through her territory. She loves rain. Whenever there is a storm she will leave and pad far into the trees so that she can watch the rain fall down. She isn't very social, and can be aggressive towards cats who are a threat, even if they are in her own clan. She is a day-dreamer, usually lost in her own world. She has a high level of compassion, and would do anything to help a cat in need, even if they weren't in her own clan. She may not take kindly to strangers, but she would always take pity on an injured act.
Description : With her sleek starry pelt and delicate white paws, Swanshimmer is simply beautiful. Her pelt is a sparkling shade of silver, and her small paws are snow white, as well as her chest and tail tip. Swanshimmer is a slender, nimble she-cat, with a delicate looking structure. Her eyes are easily her most amazing feature. They resemble mint-green orbs of emerald with flecks of silver, gold, and hazel hidden in their depths, similar to her sister's. Swanshimmer is a fairly small cat, and doesn't do well when fighting, so her main battle technique is ducking and swerving and trying to wear out her opponent. She is a much better hunter then she is fighter, because her small, nimble frame allows her to easily maneuver through the forest and chase her prey.
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[wolfie!]

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[ᴶᴼᴷᴱᴿ ♀]

(Okie dokie, can we start posting now then?)

[wolfie!]

{ Yes, sure. I will be slow at posting though, because I'm updating the first post. }

[Written in Stars*]

Silverwing took in a deep breath, her pelt shimmering in the sunlight. She padded threw camp and sat down, gazing around.

[wolfie!]

Wolfstar : He looked at the she-cat, then leapt down from the highrock gracefully, padding over to her. "Greetings. I am Wolfstar. I don't think I've met you before?" He mused, tilting his head ever-so-slightly.

[Written in Stars*]

"Oh! I'm RiverWing." She smiled. Her voice was soft, and silky. She looked Wolftsra up and down, then looked back up at his eyes.