Magic in the Claws { Warrior RP } { OPEN }

[ossa di cervo]

Would you mind sending me a sample or two?(: I've asked the same of everyone asking for high ranks. }

[ossa di cervo]

Bump!

[SydneyandStorm]

{{. Would it be too much to ask to reserve four males? ^^' One warrior and three apprentices; they'd be their own little family, which is why I have so many. I'd love to have one of them long to be a medicine cat, but he doesn't have to end up being one if someone else would like that role. c: I swear I can play all of them -- the only hard part will be the beginning, but once they're all wrapped up in their own individual lives I won't have any trouble at all. <3

[ossa di cervo]

Well, I didn't set a character limit, so I have no right to say no. x3 If you'd like to make one the med apprentice I can get the first post up today!

Also, I'll be adding to the rules that if a week passes without activity you'll receive a pmd warning that your character may get killed/ran off. }

[SydneyandStorm]

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╔══════════════════╗

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ
⇉ Brackenstrike

ᴀɢᴇ
⇉ 38 moons

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
⇉ Tom

ᴀʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ
⇉ StormClan

ʀᴀɴᴋ
⇉ Warrior

ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴᴋ
⇉ Though he's happy with his warrior status, Brackenstrike wouldn't mind being deputy one day.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ
⇉ Fawnpaw

ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇs
⇉ None

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ
⇉ Lionfang; he died from a fox attack not long after Brackenstrike was made a warrior.

ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ
⇉ Earth

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʏ
⇉ Fairly skilled, but still working on complete control. Hurling rocks is particularly difficult for him.

ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇs
⇉ A loyal warrior to StormClan, Brackenfoot prefers to use his powers to collect herbs for the medicine cat and protect his clan rather than to show off to his clanmates.

ᴋɪɴ
⇉ His three kits — Tawnypaw, Crowpaw, and Mintpaw — are his only surviving kin. He has no idea what happened to the rest of his family.

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ
⇉ His former mate was a pretty white she-cat named Sparrowfeather, who died only a few moons ago. As of now, he has no mate.

ᴄʀᴜsʜ
⇉ He'll be more open to other she-cats after he's had a chance to cope with his grief. As of now, no one has caught his eye.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
⇉ Brackenfoot is a lithe tabby tom, his coat consisting mainly of a handsome blend of reddish, agouti, and dark brown, and eyes a gradient olive and amber. His chest is reddish brown and it extends down past his belly, and his muzzle, front paws, and shoulders reflect the color. Dark tabby lines decorate the rest of his body, thicker and more softly-shaded than in a regular tabby, though he still has the typical mackerel tabby pattern. His tail and chest fur are fairly long but not to the length of a kitty-pet, and the rest of his pelt is moderately short, save the fur on his cheeks and ear-tips. Build-wise, he's lithe and quick, and nimble enough to get up trees quickly (though he prefers not to have to do this often, as twigs and the like often get caught in his pelt), and he stands slightly taller than most cats in StormClan.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
⇉ Brackenfoot is a quiet and thoughtful tom, and is frequently guilty of not hearing something the first time a conversation with him is started. He's fairly independent and usually refrains from sharing tongues with cats not of his kin, though occasionally he'll stretch out with the other warriors and socialize. Often he's thought to be rather serious, which isn't really the case; he simply isn't very engaging until he's had an opportunity to come out of his shell. Even then, Brackenfoot isn't the life of the party, but he's visibly more relaxed and happier after he's become more comfortable with his company. He's also extremely cautious and protective of those close to him, though Tawnypaw alleges that he wasn't this way before Sparrowfeather died.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
⇉ Brackenfoot's history was quite the ordinary; he was born to two clan cats, Mallowspring and Cedarfoot, along with his two siblings, Heatherkit and Stonekit. He became an apprentice at six moons old, as all kits do, earning himself the name Brackenpaw and his ever-loyal mentor, Lionstrike. The two became very close and Brackenpaw came to depend on him quite heavily, eventually considering the golden-furred warrior to be one of his closest friends. After several moons of training, Brackenpaw was honored with the name Brackenstrike, given for the speed he displayed in short bursts while hunting, and not long after, Lionfang was killed by a fox as the two fought side-by-side to protect the nursery. Brackenstrike himself nearly died and most likely would have if three other warriors hadn't seen his plight and run over to help him fight it off. A fox once again became the bane of poor Brackenstrike's life several moons later, when a clan of foxes returned to the camp and attempted to raid the nursery. Sparrowfeather attempted to protect her kits, but a single queen could never fight off a fox by herself, and she was fatally injured almost immediately. Brackenstrike had been out hunting and returned immediately upon scenting the fox, but he was too late to save his mate; a band of warriors had defended the kits, but Sparrowfeather lay bleeding out on the ground. She died moments after Brackenstrike arrived. Fortunately, his kits were old enough to not need their mother's milk, so he's been raising them by himself ever since.

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╔══════════════╗

Everything you've ever wanted
is on the other side of fear.

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ
⇉ Mintpaw

ᴀɢᴇ
⇉ 8 moons

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
⇉ Tom

ᴀʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ
⇉ StormClan

ʀᴀɴᴋ
⇉ Apprentice

ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴᴋ
⇉ Mintpaw would love to become leader one day, though he'd be perfectly satisfied with being a warrior if that didn't work out.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ
⇉ None

ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇs
⇉ None

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ
⇉ Blazerunner

ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ
⇉ Air

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʏ
⇉ Mintpaw really hasn't been working on mastering his power for very long, but he's been careful to prevent it from happening when he doesn't want it to. He can launch himself several feet into the air, but as of now, that's all he's really capable of doing.

ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇs
⇉ Being the social and playful tom he is, Mintpaw is currently more interested in showing off to his friends than anything else.

ᴋɪɴ
⇉ Tawnypaw, Crowpaw, and Brackenstrike are his only surviving kin. His mother, Sparrowfeather, died a few moons ago.

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ
⇉ Mintpaw is most certainly too young for a mate.

ᴄʀᴜsʜ
⇉ All right, so maybe he has a bit of a crush on Robinpaw. Of course, as with all apprentice-aged crushes, this is subject to change.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
⇉ Mintpaw is an agile and long-legged tom, blessed by StarClan to have white fur and blue eyes but perfectly normal hearing. He takes after both his mother and father in build, though his coat color and length are more reflective of Sparrowfeather. Mintpaw walks quite stealthily, making up for his lack of camouflage in hunting with near-silent footsteps and deadly precision. However, when it comes to being a warrior, he's at a disadvantage; his color would stick out like a black cat in a snowstorm, and his lithe build lacks raw strength, so he plans on honing his power and using it to even the playing field a bit. His coat is usually very clean -- not by Mintpaw's choice -- as it's fairly water-repellant and sleek, and his tail is really the only part of his coat that appears to come from his father; it's significantly fluffier than the fest of his fur.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
⇉ Mintpaw is a fairly social cat, and while he takes after his father somewhat in first-impression seriousness, he's really quite fun to be around after he's gotten to talking for a bit. He's a daring cat and loves to show off and mess around, especially when he's trying to impress someone. In addition, he hates it when he's the only social one, and subconsciously considers it his goal to allow every cat to be comfortable enough around him to be his or her true self. Often he can be a bit reserved when it comes to actually being serious; his mother's death is still fresh in his mind and he tends to shirk away from anything emotional like that for fear that other cats will think poorly of him should he reveal this part of his personality that seems so in contrast with his usual daring and brave self.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
⇉ Mintpaw was born to Brackenstrike and Sparrowfeather eight moons ago, with Tawnykit and Crowkit by his side. He was given the name Mintkit, for the green eyes they expected him to have upon finding that his hearing was fine, and lived quite a happy life up until he was five moons old, when a fox clan entered the camp and attempted to raid the nursery. Foxes had been quite a rare occurrence up to that point, save one other time when a single fox attempted to get into the nursery, and for that reason the warriors were poorly equipped to deal with them. Regardless, Sparrowfeather stood up and fought valiantly to defend her kits, but she was easily overpowered and the fox quickly turned its attention to the kits. It nearly killed Tawnykit and would have, had the little kit not panicked and accidentally shot a tiny spark of fire onto the creature's muzzle. It was enough to stun the fox for a heartbeat, which allowed other warriors to enter the nursery and fight it away. Brackenstrike returned from his hunting trip too late and found his mate dying on the floor. Heartbroken but still thinking, he asked one of the warriors to take the kits away so that they wouldn't have to see their mother like this; she was too far gone for even words. The warrior assented and Mintkit ran over to say one last goodbye, along with his littermates, before leaving his father with her. In the days that followed, Brackenstrike worked extremely hard to ensure that the camp was sufficiently protected against foxes; he and the leader found the location where the foxes had been able to get in and quickly fixed it. Afterwards, he spent all of his spare time with Mintkit, Tawnykit, and Crowkit, doing his best to let them know they were very loved and never alone. The following moon, the three kits were made apprentices and have been training ever since.

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╔════════════════╗

Limitations live only in our minds.

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ
⇉ Tawnypaw

ᴀɢᴇ
⇉ 8 moons

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
⇉ Tom

ᴀʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ
⇉ StormClan

ʀᴀɴᴋ
⇉ Medicine cat apprentice

ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴᴋ
⇉ One day he'll be a medicine cat, but he dreads the idea of his mentor leaving him, so as of now he's content to stay the medicine cat apprentice.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ
⇉ None

ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇs
⇉ None

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ
⇉ Shadowstripe

ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ
⇉ Fire

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʏ
⇉ Tawnypaw rarely practices his power, and as a result, he has almost no control.

ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇs
⇉ He wants with all his heart to be a good medicine cat, and feels as though his powers are constantly getting in the way of that. Therefore, he tries not to use them.

ᴋɪɴ
⇉ Crowpaw, Mintpaw, and Brackenstrike are all he has left. His mother, Sparrowfeather, died three moons ago.

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ
⇉ As the future medicine cat, he is unable to ever have one.

ᴄʀᴜsʜ
⇉ Again, he cannot have a mate.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
⇉ Tawnypaw received the majority of his pelt from his father, diverging from his thicker, subtler mackerel pattern only in that his face is clear from most of the lines. The few that remain are faded and blended well with his coat color. His pelt length most closely matches his father's as well, though his color is not similar to his mother's nor his father's; it's unknown where exactly that comes from, though one may suspect that Sparrowfeather's base color was tortoiseshell and was masked by white, which would account quite nicely for the extreme variation between Tawnypaw's pelt and his littermates'. His build comes more distinctly from his mother, with a small and lean frame allowing for exceptional agility. He does, however, lack strength, and in a battle would theoretically have to rely on his small size and quick maneuvers to keep the upper hand. His eyes are a sparking sea foam green, not commonly seen in a red-pelted cat, and have been known to stand out contrastingly and occasionally eerily in the dark.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
⇉ Tawnypaw is very quiet and very independent, leery of relying on anyone but himself. He tends to keep a polite and respectful distance from even his peers, and forming a friendship can often be very difficult for him. He doesn't necessarily have trust issues; he just lacks trust in general. This can often come off as shy, which he kind of is, and occasionally as antisocial, which he certainly isn't. In fact, Tawnypaw seems as though he's several moons older than he really is, and often feels most relaxed among senior warriors. If he was to be honest, however, he would admit that he's very insecure and a lot of it stems from his fear of his power, which will often surface if he gets too emotional. His reservedness is a direct result of his inability to control his fire and his own attempt to protect those he cares about. However, he's always very caring and gentle, regardless of his reservations, and is true to himself whenever someone else is in need.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
⇉ Tawnypaw was born Tawnykit to Brackenstrike and Sparrowfeather, named for his tawny-colored pelt. Brackenstrike and Sparrowfeather were careful not to name any of their kits after their powers, fearing that they might feel haunted by the name if their powers proved to be a burden rather than a blessing, and for Tawnykit, that decision proved to be the right one. At first he didn't mind, but after the fox came and he accidentally burned it, he suddenly became very nervous. He hadn't done that; or at least, he hadn't meant to. After a few more close calls, this time with his littermates, Tawnykit became very fearful of his power. Becoming the medicine cat apprentice made him a bit happier, but he still fears his fire; after all, what place does fire have in a place of healing? As a result, he tries to ignore his power and try to be the best he can be without it.

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╔════════════════╗

It is never too late to
be what you might have been.

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ
⇉ Crowpaw

ᴀɢᴇ
⇉ 8 moons

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
⇉ Tom

ᴀʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ
⇉ StormClan

ʀᴀɴᴋ
⇉ Apprentice

ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇᴅ ʀᴀɴᴋ
⇉ Crowpaw would be completely satisfied to be a regular warrior in the clan.

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ
⇉ None

ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇs
⇉ None

ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ
⇉ Raindapple

ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ
⇉ Shadows

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʏ
⇉ Crowpaw is pretty good at his power, especially for not having anyone within the clan to teach him. He's nearly mastered blending in completely with the shadows; his eyes are the only things giving him trouble.

ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇs
⇉ Due to the typical stigma associated with cats with shadow powers — shadows are generally associated with the rebels — Crowpaw's only motive is to prove to his clanmates that he's a loyal and helpful cat.

ᴋɪɴ
⇉ Tawnypaw, Mintpaw, and his father Brackenstrike are all he has left.

ᴍᴀᴛᴇ
⇉ Far too young

ᴄʀᴜsʜ
⇉ He has a bit of a crush on Fawnpaw, but hasn't spoken to her very much.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
⇉ Crowpaw's body is perfect for his power; he's lean, dark, and quiet, allowing him to slip by most places almost unnoticed. His pelt is black as night and very sleek, though not shiny should it betray his location in hiding. His eyes are a fairly odd color for a black cat like himself, glowing a light grassy color instead of a piercing yellow. Fortunately, it does make him look a bit friendlier. He took after his mother almost completely in build and pelt length, though he got his father's size and is taller than most of the cats his age. Crowpaw also has a surprising amount of strength, though not as much speed as the rest of his family, and therefore can occasionally get away with using his height and physical strength in battle without having to know as many moves. Don't be deceived, however; he trains just as hard as any other apprentice.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
⇉ Crowpaw is furiously shy, almost uncomfortably so for those around him; no one is quite sure how he got to be this way. He tries so very hard to be social and outgoing like Mintpaw but usually ends up messing up and making the entire situation awkward. He's honestly a very kind and gentle apprentice, but it takes a while to get him to open up. Aside from his shyness, a defining trait would be his desire to prove himself: whether it's reality- or fear-based, Crowpaw is anxious that others will dismiss him as a "traitor" of sorts, or a rebel, and wants greatly to prove that he's as loyal a cat as any and would do anything to protect his clan. While he slightly resents the darkness and social burden of his power, he's never wished he could be without, and instead considers it an important part of him.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
⇉ Crowpaw was born Crowkit to Brackenstrike and Sparrowfeather eight moons ago, named for the darkness of his coat and the crows that had built their nest nearby the camp during Sparrowfeather's pregnancy. He discovered his power and practiced it on his own, figuring that it was harmless enough until he deliberately attempted to harm another. Because of his early start and lack of fear, Crowkit became very comfortable with the shadows at a young age. Everything seemed to be going well until the fox entered his den and attacked his mother; from that point on, his world came crashing down around him. Perhaps this was the beginning of his incredible shyness; he had lost a very important cat in his life and no longer had anyone to fill that role for him. Regardless, life went on, and he and his two brothers were made apprentices two moons ago.

[ossa di cervo]

Everyone is accepted thus far! I'll get the opening post up tomorrow afternoon! }

[Taiyo]

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xx❄❄

ＴＨＥ ＳＴＯＲＭ ＲＡＧＥＳ ＯＮ
and I got nowhere to go
Ｉ ＧＯＴ ＮＯＷＨＥＲＥ ＴＯ ＨＩＤＥ...
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name; Blizzardstep
age; 25 moons
gender; Tom
clan; Stormclan
rank; Warrior
coat; White
fur; Semi-longhair, borders on short
eyes; Pale yellow
status; Single
affinity; Airxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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White as snow, no one really understood where and how the tom came to be in a litter of tabbies. Born into a litter of four, Blizzardkit stuck out like a sore thumb from the very moment he was brought to the world. Nonetheless, his parents loved him all the same and he was brought up in a carefree and affectionate environment alongside his tabby siblings. No one questioned his existence - mysterious things happen from time to time and who were they to question him? True to his name, the tom is quiet and observant and often unreadable. He can be very patient and very little can irritate or anger him. If it weren't for his expressive yellow eyes, Blizzardstep could be easily mistaken for a statue. Despite his calm and cool exterior, his eyes reveal otherwise - that was what his parents saw. There was a storm within, a carefully, controlled tempest that swirls within the whorls of his eyes. The white tom may have trained himself to be patient, calm and reveal nothing through his expression, but his eyes will always betray him when it comes to things that really matters to him. Blizzardstep is an emotionally driven cat and once he gets his mind set on something nothing will be able to deter him from achieving his goal.

[ossa di cervo]

Eeeeek. I promise I have Talonstar's first post written. Anyone in Stormclan can go ahead and post, but I'd prefer no rebel posts yet.

I'm sorry I haven't gotten to post; family matters. Also! Please go look at the discussion thread as I may post a few questions! }

[little feather]

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Rᴏᴡᴀɴᴋɪᴛ
Rᴏᴡᴀɴᴘᴀᴡ
ʀᴏᴡᴀɴᴄʟᴀᴡ
ʀᴏᴡᴀɴsᴛᴀʀ

ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴛᴏᴍ
30 ᴍᴏᴏɴs

ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ
sᴜᴘᴇʀ sᴇɴsᴇs

Alone
River

R ᴏ ᴡ ᴀ ɴ s ᴛ ᴀ ʀ

Rowanstar sighed, a day of patrolling, hunting and leading the clan. He sighed, the pressure of having to leader and protect his clan from the rebels. Nothing much had happened on the patrol, just remarking the border but then again that border didn't border anything much but a few loners that had learnt their lesson a long time ago. Sitting by the river he watched the water, clear but would be red in a bit. He flicked his ears, the sounds of the forest were over ten times as strong as any normal cat, the gift of being a descendant of Mudfang, from a kit his mother had told him stories of his great ancestor. Even from here he could hear the sounds of camp, warriors returning to camp from the last patrols and .

He put his paw out and touched the water, a ripple appeared that was soon taken over by the rushing water. He drew a bubble up, a bubble of solid water floating in midair, the leader controlling it. He watched it for a bit, studied the water, the sun light reflecting off it and turning the light into miniature rainbows. He sighed letting it drop back into the water, he should be getting back to camp but the moment he stepped back through the camp entrance the pressure of protecting his clan from rebels. His eyes lost focus as he sat there thinking.

[ossa di cervo]

I'm not on top of my game, guys. I forgot to mention that the roleplay will begin at night as most cats are returning from patrols, training, etc. Would you mind editing your post, Erynn? I'm super sorry.. Dx }