the elite - accepting! [high semi-lit feline RP]

[Keriae]

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ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ
meet bramble that grows in clumps, more commonly known as bramble. at twelve moons, she's a trapper squire, and one of the fastest cats in the clan, known for her speed and precision when hunting. as should be obvious from her dainty, slim frame with sinewy muscles, bramble is a she-cat.

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her body shape is small and fragile, with long legs matched by a long tail from long, balanced strides at great speeds. these columns of ivory (although her right foreleg has a large patch on the reverse just above her paw and her left foreleg has a small spot) end with small slippers that conceal deadly claws; at least, deadly for prey. the ivory hue extends up her chest and throat (where it nearly encircles her neck) to her muzzle and lower face, where it extends sideways over her cheeks. the highest point ends above her eyes, hiding half of the most prominent tabby marking she has, the "M". the tabby fur that covers the upper half of her body and her entire tail is thickly coated in thin, dark stripes, giving her the impression of a black and white cat from a distance and when wet. if you look closer it has highlights of auburn, making her a very pretty she-cat. the ears set on her elegant wedge-shaped skull are large, perfect for hearing the scuffling of prey, and her whiskers are long and white. this young cat's eyes are a soft evergreen, like the needles of a pine tree.

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Bramble's personality is quite kit-like, yet mature at the same time. She believes in immersing yourself in interesting experiences that make you look at other cats, places and opportunities from new angles. Being sensitive and creative she wants to feel connected to the world around her and actively seeks out opportunities to explore it. It's all about broadening her horizons and living life to the full. Anything else would not fulfill her curious nature. She's a true adventurer and loves to be surprised and inspired. She's open-minded and a positive thinker. For her, escapism is the ultimate in relaxation - it's the perfect antidote to the stress of everyday life. She loves the feel of the sun on her fur. Even better if the area is secluded and luxurious.

When all is said and done, there's not denying that she have got a wonderfully kitten-like spirit. She sees the beauty in the simplest of things. Happiness is not something to save for the future, it's about living in the moment.

Bramble loves challenges, and usually try to depend upon no one and nothing but themselves. She believes in being totally honest and true to oneself and one's own vision, even if that means standing alone. Honesty, integrity, personal honour, and authenticity are her gods. She usually wants the freedom to do things in her own way, and works very well independently. Cooperating with others is not in what she'd choose to do in some situations, and in such case she would may prefer to work alone.

Bramble loves action and is always ready to stir things up or do something new, even if it involves big risks. This apprentice is spontaneous, impulsive, direct, enthusiastic, and assertive. She believes in the power of positive thinking and positive action, and likes to think of herself as a strong individual. She hates being ill or in any way in a position of dependency. Accepting her own limitations and emotional needs is often difficult for her.

Bramble is not very good in picking up subtle messages and rarely is she very sensitive or sentimental. Often she is so fired up about her own goals that she inadvertently runs over or ignores other people's feelings and interests. Bramble's impatience to get on with things causes her to be rather insensitive, and to therefore alienate others unnecessarily. She would gain much by learning to slow down, relax, and just let things be, but her energetic, restless nature rarely allows doing this. Bramble can be extroverted, rebellious, passionate and enthusiastic; however, she can also be moody, hot-tempered, snappy, uncontrollable and angry.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ
the pages of this young cat's history book have not yet been completed; it's much more like the only three chapters. bramble was born to a trapper and a knight and took her mother's frame, although she also inherited her father's tabby and white fur. as her mother was much younger than her father and this was her first litter, only bramble was born. her father, on the other paw, was much, much older and the two made a strange pairing. however, her father died after a few moons in a skirmish, slowed by his aging joints, and bramble's mother could not bear to live where he was forgotten so easily and quickly. and so bramble was raised by one of the other care-takers.

at six moons bramble became a trapper apprentice, a role suited to her frame. since then she has progressed with her training and is very near to becoming a full trapper.

[Amitta]

тree тнaт looмѕ large

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Name: Tree that Looms Large (Tree)
Gender: Male/Tom
Age: 36 moons

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Fur Color: Orange Tabby
Fur Type: Thick and Rough
Eye Color: Green
Build: Huge and Bulky

Tree that Looms Large was always somewhat awkward growing up, and for good reason. From the time he was only a few moons, his parents knew that he was destined to be a very large cat. You could tell from the sheer size of his paws that he just had a whole lot of growing to do. It was just a question of when, and so he soon became known for his clumsiness. Now, it's very hard to ridicule him on his size. Tree is a huge tom, standing slightly over the average norm for one of his age, and he's very bulky too. Of course, you can certainly say that he has still managed to cling on to his clumsy nature.

Tree's fur is thick and course in texture. It isn't necessarily soft, but it does a pretty good job at keeping him protected from the elements. It is orange in color, and he has attained tabby marking in a lighter color. His tail is long and plumes out near the tip, while his eyes are big, round, and green. And though his fur is thick, it isn't making up for his lack in size. As previously mentioned, Tree that Looms Large is pretty big. He would like to believe that it's all muscle too, but he's never been able to say no to an extra piece of freshkill either...

This tom's body and build make him a fearsome competitor in battle. He might not be graceful at times, but he makes up for it in his ability to divide and conquer what he can handle at different times. He doesn't usually have much of a battle plan either, and he instead chooses to simply attack his enemy with paws a-blazing until he causes enough damage to subdue them. Even now, he often jokes about his ability to sit on his attackers and fight them that way.

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Good Personality Traits: Affectionate, Friendly, and Devoted
Bad Personality Traits: Finicky, Gullible, and Lazy

Tree that Looms Large has always been very outgoing and also very loving. He's been through a lot in his lifetime, and so he can understand the plights of those who aren't always accepted like the more popular felines. He loves to chat with everyone; no matter how busy they are. In fact, he thrives off this sort of interaction. If this tom isn't speaking with others and feels withdrawn, he'll prove himself to be extremely grumpy and quite bored. However, this sort of rapid friendliness is found annoying by many. The only reason he hasn't picked up on it is because of his ability to brush of criticism like it means nothing. Tree is also very affectionate. He isn't going to hide his love for his friends, family, or those he serves in a discreet. He's more of the type to run up to you and leap at you with a loud yell. There's only one life to live, and he wants to make sure all of those who know him know just how much he cares for them. This and his devotion to anything that he commits himself to would make him a very good follower, friend, or mate. And though he might take things a bit too far at times, you can usually tell that his thoughts were in the right place.

Finicky feline. If there was any perfect way to describe Tree, this would be it. There has never been a more picky frustrating cat to deal with when it comes to their needs and comforts. Everything that he has to have done must be done in a certain way. He honestly won't budge from his views if he feels he is right, and he's not going to change anything that he does to make others feel better about
themselves. He is also rather gullible. You can trick this tom easily, and then get him to do whatever you please because of a lie you've just manufactured up for him. It's utterly ridiculous how foolish he can be sometimes, and it's often that he gets pranked by others simply because they can. It still bugs him a bit, but he's been trying to tolerate it. Even he recognizes just how hopeless he is in this department. And last but not least is Tree's number one skill: laziness. He might love something and be utterly dedicated to it, but he doesn't move around if he doesn't have to. If he knows it's going to make him work, there has to be a good reason behind it.

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Tree that Looms Large grew up in a litter of two, born to a loving mother and a father who was dedicated to all aspects of the Elite. He had only one sister, and both were extremely close due to the fact that there were no other kits growing up with them at the time. He was thought of as an awkward kit, and he had trouble growing into himself from the start. His mother was always encouraging, pushing him forward when all he wished to do was go back. And so, he started to make jokes up about himself in an attempt to fit in a bit better. It worked pretty well, and that in itself is how he grew out of his shell while he was young.

It was no surprise that when the time came, Tree would become a knight's squire. His father had spoken of his size and strength to him often, telling him that this was what would make him a knight in the future. He wasn't exactly excited about it though. He hadn't approached growing up like the other off-spring had, and so trying to train him was a giant pain. Owl, his mentor, often complained about Tree's lazy work ethic and inability to own up to his mistakes. It wasn't until he lost his sister to a fox that he grew up and started to accept his responsibilities as a future knight of the Elite. It left him sullen for a very long time, and he threw himself into his work in an attempt to escape the cold hard reality of it all. This continued just up to his naming as an official knight.

Now, Tree that Looms Large aims to serve the lite to the best of his abilities. He has a great eye for mischief and is always causing trouble, but he thinks highly of all that he meets and only tries to do what is best for everyone.

larĸ тнaт ѕoarѕ ιn ѕĸy

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Name: Lark that Soars in Sky (Lark)
Gender: Female/She-Cat
Age: 24 moons

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Fur Color: Tortoiseshell Pattern {Orange, Black and White}
Fur Type: Thin, Short, and Smooth
Eye Color: Hazel
Build: Thin and Lithe

Lark is built to be and look as gentle as the animal for which she takes her name, even if she far differs from it. She is of the average size for a she-cat her age and is not even a tiny bit off from that measurement. She has little fat nor fur to her though. This in itself makes her an excellent candidate for her trapper position. Lark that Soars in Sky, though average in build now, was also extremely tiny when she was younger. Others often remarked of not even knowing of her presence when she walked into the run-down castle. This ties in well with her sneaky and silent nature.

Lark's fur is short and smooth in texture. It leaves little to hide about her size, not even puffing up in humid weather. It has three distinct colors: black, orange, and than white. These three colors make her a tortoiseshell. These colors are often spread out and spotted all over her fur in a messy manner. Black is the most prominent, with orange following it, and then white. This white color is mostly present on her chest. Lark that Soars in Sky has bright hazel eyes that usually look green in color, but will usually dim or lighten in shades depending on how much sunlight is being let into the room that she's present in.

Being a trapper comes naturally to Lark. She always knew that was what she wanted to be from the very beginning. Her tactical mind makes it easy for her to think like her prey, track it, and take it down without a second thought. Her paws are an even greater asset. Lark is quick and swift when need be. She moves with a sureness that gives her prey little time to react to her coming before they are taken down and killed.

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Good Personality Traits: Courageous, Wise, and Alert
Bad Personality Traits: Manipulative, Liar, and Quarrelsome

Lark would never let those she loves be followed by trouble. This trapper will jump into some of the most perilous situations if it means keeping her loved ones safe. She is a very strong she-cat mentally and believes that there is always a way to get yourself out of things. Physical as well as mental harm will always be a threat, but coming out of horrible situations like that is the risk you must pay to achieve what you want. And though she might like to make plans up in her head to assure that things go well, Lark understands that sometimes situations will call for deviating from the rules and doing what's uncalled for in order to make things right. Taking the fall for any trouble that might occur is a small price to pay in the end, and you'd have a hard time arguing with her otherwise. Lark that Soars in Sky has also always been one to be able to pick and choose what she feels is the best to do at the moment. She knows what will be best for her and those she loves--at least at the time--and will never rush into anything unless she has all of the facts. She was a learner from birth as well, liking to ask questions about all that surrounded her. The young feline would often times go out to explore and see what she could find among the tallest of grasses or in the most run-down of ruins. Knowledge is something all she really likes to indulge in, and she personally views it as one of the most important things that a cat can try to seek. By gaining knowledge, you are able to blow away your ignorance and become stronger. If you really get to know Lark, be expected to get dragged into all sorts of things that you never thought you would because she simply wants to 'see' what's lurking close-by. Finally, this she-cat is always on the look-out for trouble. Anything that might cause problems doesn't get that far from her thoughts without being detected and pointed out. If she feels uneasy in any sort of situation, she will instantly bail and pull out anyone who is with her until she thinks it's safe again. It is also very hard to pull anything on her. There is a sort of uncanny ability deep in her mind to know if she's being messed with. Even the most simple of pranks probably won't work with Lark unless you plan rather meticulously. Of course, this often causes her to feel like she is walking on glass all of the time simply because she tends to look for trouble in everyone she meets and every place she visits

One of Lark's biggest issues is her belief that she can control issues by simply twisting things to fit her needs. Blackmail is basically her best friend. If she thinks you might get her into trouble or cause her any personal harm, she will find ways to try to tip the scale in her favor. This will usually not work out to her advantage though. Suddenly she is wrapped up in this monumental web of lies that she can never hope to escape, and she ends up falling to whatever or whomever she tried threatening in the first place. You would think that someone who has done it multiple times might have learned by now, but it seems that Lark has never really grasped the essentials. Instead, she is left with ruined relationships and wondering what she could have done to let it get that far. You might ask, "What? Everyone lies," but all you would have to do would be to observe Lark that Soars in Sky daily. Suddenly you have this whole new perspective on one's abilities to cough up false words. You see, a little white lie is no big deal, but things get bad the minute you rely on making things up to get by in life, that things suddenly become very hectic. This trapper has no real regard for the truth. If she thinks that she can get away with saying something that will either improve her position or how others think about her; she'll take it gladly. It's not a constant thing...of course not! Even she knows that lying all the time will cause others to loose their trust in you. However, you have to really watch what you hear from her, especially if it's about something serious. The likelihood that whatever Lark is saying is false is always there. It makes trying to get close to her in any way very, very difficult, and any friendship you make with her might very well be false and is something she picked up from her mother. There is also nothing more certain when talking with Lark then the fact that she will usually find something to nit-pick or get worked up about. She's always been raised to express her opinion about things and will therefor do so willingly, even if it means picking her battles with the wrong people. She takes it way too far though and had a tendency to start things with complete strangers. This she-cat pushes against societal norms like a bull and thinks that most will care to listen to anything she says without a second thought. You also have the fact that she tends to get worked up over the littlest things, and you simply wonder how she has yet to get confronted about this at all.

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Lark was born out of a very tricky relationship and past. You see, her mother was not one of the Elite. Instead, she was a wanderer. Her lover; however, was a knight and a life-long member of the Elite. She had wandered about him while sneaking through their territory, and though the two had been harsh to each other that first meeting, they ended up running into each other often and eventually agreed to meet deep at night. It was only one meeting, but her mother soon wandered into the Elite's castle, claiming that she was carrying her father's kits. This created an source of tension between the two, for her father didn't believe that she had been telling the truth. They constantly bickered back and forth. By the time the kits came though, her mother was sick and ailing of disease. The birthing process went horribly wrong, and so Lark was the only one to come out of the birthing alive. Her mother and three brother died.

Lark was suckled by another caretaker and ignored by her father daily. He still didn't believe her mother's words, and so he refused to take responsibility for her. This left her with no real family besides the one she had been adopted into, and the kits she suckled beside took no great joy in accepting her. If Lark hadn't stood up for herself and taken charge, she would have been terribly lonely for many more moons. This environment made her eager to grow up to become a squire. When the time came, Lark took the position eagerly. To her, a trapper position would be enough to prove herself to all of those that doubted her because of her father's constant rebukes. And so the young she-cat trained constantly, earning the praise and attention of her mentor in ways that she had been unable to win her father's. She never received this though, and wandered into the official rank of a trapper with a sour taste in her mouth.

To this day, she finds keeping close to family to be utterly ridiculous. She doesn't believe in trusting anyone, and her time with the Elite is one that she often questions. Lark that Soars in Sky tries to make the best of it, but she feels like she's never been able to fit in in the ways that others her age have. It bothers her a great deal, and it's something that she just can't shake anymore.

[Ayashi]

{ . U s e r n a m e . }
Aya Shameimaru
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{ . N a m e . }
Hollow call of distant crows (Hollow)

{ . G e n d e r . }
Tom

{ . A g e . }
27 moons

{ . R a n k . }
Knight

{ . M a t e . }
"Huh? Oh, um...no?"

{ . C r u s h . }
"Sorry, I think you have the wrong cat."

{ . K i t ( s ) . }
"N-no..."

{ . K i n . }
Snake that lies in tall grass - Father
Red cloud at dawn - Mother
Red hawk that cries - Older brother
Cricket that sings at night - Younger sister
White wave that crashes against the shore - Grandfather
Fawn that runs - Grandmother

{ . P e r s o n a l i t y . }
Hollow has two different sides of his personality. The first is that nice laid back cat you usualy see, like that nice neighbor you know but don't really talk with much. A bland but pleasant person, eh cat, who will often lend a sympathetic ear to your problems, even to strangers. Hollow appears to show a genuine interest in other people and their hobbies. He gets along well with people that he works with and works diligently. He's not out to cause trouble or rock any boats and mostly keeps to himself. He doesn't talk much about himself if you happen to strike up a conversation with him, nor does he seem to have many friends. People certainly know of Hollow, but there's nothing specific they could pin down about him. The only hobby Hollow seems to have is star-gazing, although he doesn't really speak much about that, either.

Hollow is prone to panic, at first, but if the situation is severe enough that panic goes away, replaced with a subtle confidence in his actions. He's able to defend himself and others, but without attacking anyone. He's patient with others, though he gets flustered if they compliment him, and kind. Some would consider him to be a bit of a loner, but not in any way a bad person. Certainly not someone capable of hurting anyone. He's a little timid, shy, and personable; the every man's man except when it come to battling.

ON the battle field one would never recognize the gentle black and white tom. Knights by their own reputation are rational and calculated, a point that is brought up several times in the show. Hollow has little difficulty lying, as it's a means to an end. He's very single-minded, and by extension, selfish. The goal of the mission is paramount, but only if it doesn't conflict with his own; namely information on his long lost sister. In a fight, Hollow's calm and collected, calculating his next move but able to adapt as the situation calls for it. Outwardly, he shows little or no emotion, even when brutally interrogating his opponents. He's a quick, efficient, and ruthless killer who shows no remorse for taking a life.

Hollow often acts cold and distant towards others. He's sparse with his words once he is in 'knight mode' and has no tolerance for dancing around an issue. He'll get straight to the heart of the matter, even at the expense of whomever he is holding a conversation with, despite how it might make them feel. However, he's not entirely heartless. More than once, Hollow has gone out of his way to keep innocent people from harm. Many aspects of his personality are shown more through his actions than his words, especially his emotions that he wants to hide away.
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{ . L i k e s . }
+Star - gazing
+ Proctoring
+Making cats smile
+Likes the taste of salmon

{ . D i s l i k e s . }
-Losing
-Excessive talking
-Eating birds
-Talking about the past
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{ . H i s t o r y . }
An agave life for this cat. A kind hearted mother, a tough but soft spoken father, a cocky older brother, and a sweet hearted little sister that worship the ground that her 'Big brother Hollow' walked on. That was till the attack. His family were simple trappers, providing their severs for the King and Queen when called upon. It was during the cold months, snow was piled high and the nights colder then the deepest cave. It was when THEY attacked. A large group of wanders and rouges came upon their quaint little den and destroyed their home, killing his mother and father. His older brother, Red hawk that cries, warded the brutes off just long enough for he and his little sister, who was just seven moons old, to escape. But as fate would have it, he lost his sister too. Not to death, but to an accident that separated them. When crossing the log that separated them over the rushing river from them and the nearest family that could help them, Cricket that sings at night, slip on the mossy bark and fell in the cold water. Hollow could only watch helpless as the river carried his sister father and father away from him.

Years passed sense that horrible night and Hollow has trained hard to become a knight of the King and Queen of these lands. When he is off duty he searches for lead for his sister, who he hopes is still alive.

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{ . B r i e f - D e s c r i p t i o n . }
A yellow eyed black tom with white on his paws and chest with long whiskers.

{ . A p p e a r a n c e . }
Unlike his father, Snake, Hollow has long fur, though he did inherited his long whiskers from his grandfather. Snake says that he looks like his own brother, Black rain that gathers, who was just as black as he. Besides the black that cover most of his pelt, Hollow has four white 'mittens' on his paws, which him mother, Cloud, thinks is cute. There is also a splash of white that cover's his chest. His eyes are a light yellow, just like his uncle.

{ . U s e r n a m e . }
Aya Shameimaru
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{ . N a m e . }
Beating wings of a fallen bird (Fallen)

{ . G e n d e r . }
She-cat

{ . A g e . }
63 Moons

{ . R a n k . }
Lady

{ . M a t e . }
"..."

{ . C r u s h . }
"I have no need."

{ . K i t ( s ) . }
Dog that runs swiftly - Oldest Son
Howl of lone wolf - Second eldest son
Ripple of falling leaves - Daughter

{ . K i n . }
Wind that howls at night- Father
Fall of rippling water - Mother
Growl of angry badger - Younger brother
Bones of past prey - Uncle
Mist that covers the valley - Grandmother
Snow of dark clouds- Aunt

{ . P e r s o n a l i t y . }
Fallen is a strong-willed she cat who always speaks resolutely. She is courageous, determined, and set on finding her place in the world even at her age. She constantly insists that she is a Lady first and that her title is of little importance to her. She is resolute in following her own morals regardless of more viable tactics being available should she consider them to be underhanded, leading to conflicts with others over the strategy within the other 'Lords and Ladies'. While helping her King and Queen and that of the younger generation is of the utmost importance, rejecting her chivalry is something that she will not do under normal circumstance even if it should put her at a disadvantage.

Fallen is unwilling to show emotions, as she has suppressed them so strongly and views herself as a knight foremost, just like she was in her 'golden' years. Even though she attempts to hide them, her insecurities become more and more apparent, and she later begins to open up more and show her emotions more easily. Fallen is loyal, independent, and reserved; she appears cold, but is actually suppressing her emotions to focus on her goals. She is shown to have a humongous appetite, finishing large servings of rice within one minute. Fallen may not look it, but she is a sucker for soft and fluffy things, her bed is line with owl down and the softest moss the forest has to offer.

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{ . L i k e s . }
+Soft and cute things
+Eating large meals
+Listening and watching rain
+Traveling

{ . D i s l i k e s . }
- Nosy cats
- Bad grammar and manners
- Smell of burning flesh
-Her weak body
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{ . H i s t o r y . }
Fallen's family comes from a long and documented line of Knights in these lands. For eons this has been her family's' 'trade', killing rouges from forests and protecting those weaker themselves. Fallen herself was born into a time of chaos and war that began with the demise of the powerful empire. Then the rouge raids began shortly afterwards, killing her mother and several other members of her family. Left with only her family and his remaining brothers, they raised Fallen to be a knight just like them.

For years the calico learned the ways of Knighthood, practicing night and day to perfect her claws for battle. Even though she has been raised as a 'tomboy', Fallen was taught to be a lady from her remaining aunts and grandmothers, learning to hunt, speak, and delegate as any well manner lady of a high standing clan should.

Fallen has severed for many years as a knight before she was forced to retire. She is now a lady of the court, offering advise when ever she can to her King when he calls.

Woodkid - Iron

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{ . B r i e f - D e s c r i p t i o n . }
A light green eye she cat with calico fur and a long tail.

{ . A p p e a r a n c e . }
Fallen is a sleek she cat with calico fur, which is most white expect her back, which is a light brown with black mixed together. She has light green eyes that almost look as if they are a pale white in a certain light. Her frame is build for speed with a long black tail for balance.

[indebted]

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>> ｓｈａｄｏｗ ｏｎ ｄａｗｎ'ｓ ｉｖｙ

crown princess
manipulating
blue silver Abyssinian

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this is shadow.

wip

[belle noire]

mini announcement!


• the literacy section of the rules have been edited a bit. now, instead of 200 words per post, the minimum is 10 lines per post.
  
  
• on another note, the position for the "evil" princess has opened. this princesses goals will be to kill off her older brother and sister, so that she can be the queen. if you would like to try for this part, please send a bio to me through PM!

[king boo]

☰☰☰ ♠ ☰☰☰

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►The bird of grace◄
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►A symbol of hope◄
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►Yet her tongue is sharp◄
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►As her claws ◄
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☰☰☰ ♠ ☰☰☰

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xxxxxxxDark before the dawn [mother]
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This is Quail feather on rugged bush but of course she is known as Quail. Her rank is squire but unlike most she-cats, yes she is a girl if you didn't know, she is a knight squire. Unusual I know. She has been on this planet 10 moon cycles and has many more ahead.

On the outside you can easily notice she is no hunter but a fighter through and through. She has a strong build, power shining from her more muscular frame.

☰☰☰ ☯ ☰☰☰

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►The electrified clouds◄
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►that is growling thunder◄
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►but he stands strong as stone◄
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►fiercely awaiting the sky to break◄
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[ossa di cervo]

{ A.k.a Raven } . { Shaman } . { 38 moons } . { Male }

Name

Raven Who Covers The Moon; this name was given to Raven when he was born due to his long, black pelt. Raven simply came from the dark color while the rest came from the length of his pelt. His mother used to tell him as a kit that his fur would grow long enough to cover the night sky.

Appearance

Raven is a huge black tom, covered in thick fur. His face is holds a rugged, well-aged look even though half his muzzle is curled in a scar. His left fang is nearly always showing, due to the huge scar that goes from upper left lip (crossing his dark nose) to just below his right eye and while this does cause fear in young ones, most have grown used to the frightening appearance. His paws and ears are rather large compared to most felines, but his most distinctive feature (aside from the monster of a scar) would be that this cat has nearly no tail. His stump of a tail often got him made fun of as a squire, but he quickly beat the offenders into what he called submission.

Personality

Raven is a quick tempered cat, though more often then not he manages to hide that temper. When this cat is angered he tends to stop speaking altogether, moving swiftly and quickly doing his work. When Raven is in this angered state the only other feline he'll even consider speaking to would be King Rumble, of course, and his own squire, Patter. He will speak to them, seeing as the law basically demands he respond to his own King but that doesn't mean he'll be able to get much from him unless it pertains to his own herbs or the ancestors.

When Raven isn't in a horrible state of mind, he tends to be very calm and collected, speaking only when needed and not minding his own business. When Raven is in a good mood he'll walk straight up to a group of cats and begin speaking his own mind. He doesn't mind getting fowl looks or harsh remarks, he just wants to be heard. There really isn't much to Raven that isn't out in the open. He's usually an open book for all to read.

History

Raven was born to the Elite to two knights of high respect. Due to his stocky build it was thought by his parents that Raven would follow in their footsteps, but King Fowl had other thoughts. Raven was sent to become to Shaman's squire, much to his parent's dismay. While the Shaman is a very respectable position, Raven's parents found more pride in their work protecting and fighting, rather then sitting and healing. Many a time they spoke to the King saying that their had to be some kind of mistake, that Raven was meant to fight; just look at his size! They also used his tail to better him, saying it wouldn't get in the way. The King refused to budge though, saying the ancestors had spoken to him and sent him a sign saying Raven would be a great Shaman to protect them. And it was true. Raven had skill beyond his parent's belief when it came to herbs. His own mentor passed at an earlier age then wanted and Raven was forced into his own Shaman title earlier then the ancestors had predicted but Raven was fully fledged and ready to battle his own wars. Not much else has happened to Raven that isn't knowledge to all. The only question most have is about that beast of a scar laying between his eyes and to this question Raven simply bristles and walks off, shaking his head. The King alone knows that Raven obtained his scar when he wondered off a squire to collect herbs and got caught by a fox.

[eventer.]

➽ Name: Flight of Silent Hawk "Prince Flight" or "Flight"

Flight of Silent Hawk was given his name as a reference to the red-tailed hawk. His ruddy red coat is nearly the same as the color of the fierce bird of prey. He is referred to as either Prince Flight, indicating his status a royal child, or simply Flight.

➽ Gender: Tom

Flight is clearly a male.

➽ Age: 10 moons

Flight has seen only 10 moon cycles in his short life.

➽ Rank: Royal Child and Knight Squire

Having been born the second of the King and Queen's litter, Flight is a prince of the Elite. However, he is not the crown prince and will not take the throne once his father's reign is over. He is in training to become a knight, making him a knight squire.

➽ Rank Desired: Knight

Flight wants nothing more than to be a loyal knight for the Elite. He does not envy his older sister's training to become the Queen. Of course, some days, when he was younger especially, he dreamt of being King one day, but he has seen the hardships that the leaders face firsthand and has realized that he does not want to be involved in that unless he absolutely has to be.

➽ Mentor:

➽ Physical Description: A deep red-brown tom with lighter highlights and bright green eyes

Flight has the build of a traditional Abynissian cat, muscular, but lithe rather than thick. His strong body is not the traditional build of a knight, but he is still young and will grow as he ages. He carries himself with a regal, graceful air, displaying pride, to the point of arrogance. His round head features large, dark tipped ears, a red nose, long whiskers, and almond-shaped, piercing green eyes. Flight's fur is short and fine, a color known as ruddy or usual. He is a deep reddish-brown color mixed with gold, giving him a layered, highlighted look. His markings, or ticking, are black. His long, tapered tail is black-tipped.

➽ Personality: Outgoing • Arrogant • Naive • Forgiving

Flight can be called many things, but one of the first that becomes obvious is his outgoing nature. He is friendly to most everyone, with a love for making himself known by all. Perhaps this trait evolved from constantly being in his older sister's shadow, but it is more likely that he was simply born loving to socialize with others and be a part of every little thing. He is extremely confident in all social aspects of life, as well as most other parts.
This could help explain why Flight is so arrogant. He often overestimates himself and his abilities, which often ends in a horrific failure that would be embarrassing to most. It is true that his pride is often wounded because of his high opinion of himself, but that doesn't last long. Cocky and overconfident as can be, Flight is constantly trying to outdo others, especially other knights' squires, with whom he feels the most competition. He is constantly trying to prove his worth to everyone else, sometimes doing things that are regarded as stupid to prove his bravery and expertise. He believes himself to be much more important than he actually is in the Elite's hierarchy, which he likes to remind cats regularly when they do not do as he wanted.
However, unfortunately for him, Flight is also quite naive. He can easily be tricked or led to thinking something with very little convincing. It's easy for other young cats to make him believe a dare is a good, even great idea, and that he will be proving his courage by doing something most would have realized was dangerous or would end humiliating. His judgement can be very poor in times such as these. Flight, despite his arrogance, has a very innocent quality to him. He doesn't seem simple-minded- he just seems too sweet to do anything wrong on purpose. This quality has excused him from many punishments, since he often makes others believe his "crime", whatever it was, was not his fault. He does not try to use this to his advantage; he does not even know that he makes others feel this way.
Flight is very forgiving, which goes along with his naive side. He is always ready and willing to make up with others, which is probably why he continuously gets tricked. He cannot hold a grudge and never stats mad for long, suggesting a fairly even temper. He's not hot-headed or particularly stubborn; he goes along with what he is god unless he is told somebody is better than him. Then, of course, he must prove the statement wrong.

➽ History:

Flight was the second-born of three kits to the King and Queen of the Elite. He cat the only male. He and his two sisters, Shadow and (name), were the three royal children of the Elite. They grew up quickly, and soon, Flight, still a young kit, showed interest in becoming a knight. His oldest sister began training as the Crown Princess, their father training her to become the next ruler of the Elite once he stepped aside. At first, the young tom was jealous. Why didn't he get to be the king? Why was she the heir the throne? At the same time, he became a knight's squire, training under (mentor) in order to protect the clan. Finally, he'd found something he enjoyed. Flight fell in love with the idea of knighthood and began to notice the strain on his parents. Having set the stress being the leader of a massive group of cats, with them all relying on you for guidance, placed on them, his jealousy faded easily and rapidly, replaced by respect for his older sister. He trainer hard, determined to become the best knight the Elite had ever seen, right up until his mother passed not too long ago. Of curse, he mourned her death and felt a pain like thorns tearing his heart. The rest of the Elite may have lost a Queen, bu he and his sisters lost a mother, which was a far deeper, more painful loss. Now, Flight channels his energy into training, sometimes driving himself to the point of exhaustion just to fight it.

➽ Family:

Father- Rumble of Distant Thunder
Mother- Blue Sky Over Forest (deceased)
Sister- Shadow on Dawn's Ivy
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➽ Crush: None

Currently, Flight has no crush.

➽ Mate: None

Flight does not have a mate, and does not plan on finding one anytime soon.

➽ Kits: None

Flight is much too young to have kits, since he is still a squire himself.

➽ Name: Moon That Rises Over Troubled Water "Moon"

Moon That Rises Over Troubled Water, better known as the shortened version of her name, Moon, was given her name by her parents for her grey tabby pelt. Both agreed that the name was perfect for their daughter.

➽ Gender: She-cat

Moon is most definitely a she-cat or female.

➽ Age: 32 moons

Having seen 32 cycles of the moon pass in her lifetime, Moon is 32 moons old.

➽ Rank: Trapper

Moon's sleek, agile build and quickness make her an ideal trapper for the Elite.

➽ Rank Desired: Content

Moon is satisfied with her rank and loves to provide food for her clan, so she's perfectly happy to remain in her position and not advance through the ranks.

➽ Squire: N/A

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➽ Physical Description: A lean, light grey tabby she-cat with gentle amber eyes

Moon is clearly built for speed rather than strength, with a narrow, lean stature and long, strong legs. She is built as most would expect from a trapper, quick, agile, and flexible, always on her toes. She stands and moves as is she is not quite touching the ground, light on her feet and with a bounce in her step, yet seemingly silent. Her paws make hardly a sound when they hit the ground, an art form perfected from moons of practice. Moon's facial features include average, delicate ears, a pale pink nose, and pale amber eyes that express a gentleness that matches her personality. Her fur is a light shade of grey, with a silvery luster to it. Darker tabby stripes, along with a smattering of spots along her flank, crisscross her body in a relatively regular fashion, thin markings across her light pelt.

➽ Personality: Timid • Laid-back • Steadfast • Unbreakable

As first impressions go, Moon generally gives the same one every time she meets someone new- very timid and shy. She is not one to initiate social contact with others, preferring to stay on the sidelines and observe while others make friends and enemies and have conversations with others. She has never been courageous about trying new things, especially speaking with others, since she is afraid of public speaking. It takes a long time and true loyalty for her to open up to someone and talk easily with them. She is not confident at all in social situations and hangs back, avoiding them at all costs. Generally, she is awkward and never knows just what to say.
Moon is very laid-back. She's relaxed and extremely difficult to anger. She can sit for hours, calmly waiting. Her patience is practically limitless. She would be great with kits and apprentices, the younger generation, if she could learn to speak to them without shying away, since she could put up with their antics without getting frustrated with them or snapping out of anger. She has learned that she is not the type that has to be doing something to be content. In short, she can be lazy if she isn't given assignment. She's perfectly happy to lie around camp, often alone because of her widely-known social anxiety that few cats have the patience and tolerance to get past and meet the real her.
If there is one thing that can nearly always be spun in Moon's favor, it is her steadfast nature. Once she has set her mind to something or formed an opinion, she will be unwavering in supporting that or getting it completed. She will never give up once she has set her mind to something. It makes her excessively loyal, to her clan, friends, and family. She would willingly risk her life to protect them. You can always count on Moon to e there for a cat in need, whether they are grieving and need a steady shoulder to lean on, or need protection from an oncoming danger. She will always be there, by your side.
Moon has a spirit that is unbreakable. She has seen more struggles than she cares to count and experienced more than her share of pain. Yet she continues to forge ahead, ever persistent to carry on. No amount of heartache can break her or drain the love from her heart. Moon is just too full of compassion, despite the fact that she rarely speaks to others, that it is impossible to take it all away. Even when all others have given up of have been broken by grief, pain, and loss, she will struggle on, never giving in to temptation to just let go.

➽ History:

Moon has had a bittersweet life, full of pain and immeasurable loss but also great joy in the happier moments. Those moments are the ones she clings to the hardest since sheens wants to forget.
Moon was the youngest in a litter of three born to a devoted pair of lovers by the names of Song of Hidden Sparrow and Kite That Rides The Wind. She had two siblings, her eldest brother, Uprooted Pine in Forest, and the middle sister, Cricket That Calls Through the Night. A happy family. The first thing young Moon saw when she opened her eyes for the very first time was the tabby face of her father looming over her tiny body, asking her nearby father, lounging on his side in the middle of the nursery, when exactly she was going to wake up. Cricket and Pine were both ahead of the youngest and had already opened their eyes. Of course, she was so young that she did not remember that, but she learned many times over of her mother's impatience.
She remembers very little of her father, Kite. Just faint flickers of a light grey shape much like her own, when she would grow up, passing through the nursery silently, pausing to drop prey near her mother and the scratchy feel of his sandpaper tongue grazing her small head gently. Moon would hardly know her father, which is unfortunate because the two had plenty in common- she clearly took after him, with nearly the same appearance, both coloration and build, and a remarkably similar personality. But he disappear when his three kits were nearly the first moon of life. Nobody knows exactly what happened to him; he went hunting alone and never returned. Just vanished into thin air. Many theories circle his disappearance- perhaps he left for the life of a rogue, or was killed by predators? Nobody can prove anything but the fact that he was lost. Gone forever.
The rest of her kithood went nicely. Her siblings were the best playthings she could find, and Moon was known to use them as such, stalking and pouncing on them like prey. Even then, she showed little interest in being a knight and much more in being a trapper. However, she was still terribly shy around strangers, and her high energy levels that made her so playful as a kit would fade away with age. Still, some of her happiest memories involve playtime as a kit and time spent with her family.
At the age of six moons old, Moon became a trapper's squire, as expected, along with her brother, Pine. Her sister Cricket, who shared her mother's small, strong, compact build, became a knight's squire. Moon's mentor was a cat by the name of Edge of Steep Cliff. He was a rough, strict mentor who had a lot to say. He didn't encourage fu training regularly, but he was the best mentor Moon could have asked for, despite her immediate impression of him. He taught her a lot of good information and showed her everything she ever needed to know about hunting, working her extra hard to ensure she'd be the best, even slipping in things that she was not required to learn and most other squires would not. Despite his strict methods and grumpy behavior toward her, Moon always near old Cliff cared about her deeply and truly wanted her to succeed. And succeed she did. When the time came for her to become a full trapper of the Elite, she passed her final test, hunting alone in the forest, with flying colors. However, there were dark clouds hanging over her head around the time of her ceremony.
Less than a week before she was to be named a full knight, two days after Moon and Pine's trapper ceremony, their sister, Cricket, died. She snuck out alone with her major crush, a tom by the name of White Snow on Mountaintop, who promised to teach her to swim. They two traveled to a deeper part of the brook, where Snow escorted Cricket into the chilly water. The she-cat probably panicked as soon as herder could no longer touch the bottom of the brook and thrashed, making it even harder for the young cat to keep her head above water. Snow could not save her in time, and poor Cricket drowned.
Of course, Moon was devestated. She grew closer to her brother to use him as support. They also stuck close to their mother. Sparrow, however, could only handle so much. She was an impatient she-cat who had things to do besides comfort her two young trappers. Eventually, she snapped. Moon remembers her screech of annoyance when the silver cat tried to talk to her mother about her sister's death and how horrible her mother must feel for losing a baby, but she still needed to treat her two living kits better. Her mother told both her and Pine to leave her alone, that she couldn't handle the stress anymore, and she needed time to deal with her problems without any distractions. She had too much love in her heart that when it ripped from losing Cricket, Sparrow's heart had been torn in two. She was in so much pain and feeling so much guilt and stress that she actually made herself sick. Instead of trying to fight, she gave into the disease and allowed it to take her life two moons after her daughter died.
Neither Moon nor Pine wanted to give in to the temptation to fall apart. They grew closer still, siblings united to fight their pain. Moon in particular looked to her brother for a shoulder to lean on. For a while, he stated strong to support his sister. But all things break eventually, and Pine was no exception. For moons since their mother's death, he'd been stoic and silent. But one cold day in the beginning of new-leaf, he broke down, completely losing his mind. No longer could he handle the pressure placed upon him. He nearly killed himself in his hysteria, but luckily Moon and his old mentor, Panther That Pounces Swiftly, restrained him before he could do anything too stupid. His mental health in question, he was sent for the shaman's den for almost two moons until he was unquestionably stable.
Moon has finally recovered from her losses and hardened her resolve, making her the truly unbreakable she-cat she is today.

➽ Family:

Father- Kite That Rides The Wind
Mother- Song of Hidden Sparrow
Sister- Cricket That Calls Through The Night
Brother- Uprooted Pine in Forest

➽ Crush: None

No one has caught Moon's eye yet.

➽ Mate: None

Moon has no mate.

➽ Kits: None

Moon has never had kits.

[ossa di cervo]

((I'm not sure if I should post this here or not, but I'm on my phone and was wondering if anyone would want to make a pair of squire siblings with me? Pm me please!(: ))

[Keriae]

(Bump!)