ƑlightClan • Semi-lit+ • [ Final Announcement pg.48 ]

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Age› 35 moons
Gender› Tom
Rank› Warrior
Status› Single
Apprentice› Softpaw
Tags› Softpaw

Finishing a mouthful of mouse, Crookedheart gave his apprentice another small smile. "Actually, today I was hoping to delve a bit more into the realm of combat." he purred, shoving the bones of his meal aside as he got to his paws. "I apologize for having barely scratched the surface of proper fighting techniques before. But, it definitely is not too late to start, hm?" The large tom sat back on his haunches to scratch behind an ear after speaking. Softpaw sounded eager and ready, which was good. He hoped this would all go off without a hitch.

[[ Okay, good night Taiyo. We will try to keep things in check for you.

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: awake ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: in camp ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Crookedheart

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We're going to start training in combat? Excitement clawed at her belly as she thought of finally being able to learn how to defend herself and her clan from any invaders. Her normal calm self was hidden behind her eagerness to start the lesson as she scrambled to sit up. "It's never too late to learn" she said as she dug her claws into the earth. She wasn't sure how she'd do, but she knew that wouldn't keep her from trying to be the best warrior that Flightclan would ever have. After storing the bones from her previous meal she was ready to set off and begin their training lesson.

[: same here, we'll keep the roleplay & the members in line c:

[munchkin cat.]

R a v e n F e a t h e r
She-cat - 26 moons - Warrior - Single

RavenFeather turned over in her sleep her paws instinctivly covering her ears when voices from outside began making it through the entrance to the den and disturbing her slumber. She sighed and meant to simply push down harder on her ear but in her half awake conscious she ended up unsheathing her claws and pricking the sensitive backs of her ears. This of course instantly awoke her a small meow of pain escaping her mouth as she quickly sheather her claws and removed them from her head. Her eyes opened and settled a green glare on her own paws, of course it's not like she could be made at her own paws that would be crazy and it was her own doing. She sighed and looked out the entrance to see the camp alive and busy with activity "Mine aswell get up and join them" she thought slowly standing. Arching her back she stretched her paws out in front her toes touching the edge of her nest while her tail tip barley touched her head as it arched above her back towards her. Yawning she held this pose for a moment before straightening, her muscles alive and awake now she walked out blinking a few times against the sudden change in lighting. Her ears were slightly stinging from the pricks she had given them earlier but lucky enough she didn't draw blood. Looking towards WhiteStar she couldn't help but hear him telling Jayfrost to gather a hunting patrol, seeing this as the perfect oppurtunity to fully awake herself and get out into the forest she quickly jogged over. "I'd like to Volunteer if that's okay Jayfrost" she said turning to him while also dipping her head in greeting.

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Age› 35 moons
Gender› Tom
Rank› Warrior
Status› Single
Apprentice› Softpaw
Tags› Softpaw

A low chuckle escaped Crookedheart's throat as he stood once more to give a flick of his tail. Turning toward camp's entrance, he started forward to crawl his way through to the forest on the other side. Awaiting his apprentice's emergence along side him, he gazed up at the swaying trees towering above. The tom knew the perfect place to go about training Softpaw. It would be a good start - level terrain, open spaces, and ground free of roots to tangle her paws up in. In time, he would urge her to train in more uncomfortable places. In the heat of a fight, you could be caught just about anywhere. It was best to know how to defend yourself in ANY situation.

When he was confident she was following behind, Crookedheart started toward his training ground of choice. Weaving through the trees at a casual pace, the black and white tom eventually lead his apprentice to a wide, open glade, the canopy above opening to allow the sun's rays to wash over the plants and grass within. He sat in the center of the clearing, giving Softpaw an expectant and curious glace. "Now then... Do you have a preferences in what to start with?" he asked her with a gaze up at the sky. "Any specfic techniques you are particularly eager to have in your repertoire?"

[littleotter710]

. character created by brilliantbrunette
. image © to original owner
. Cinderstripe font by fontmeme

cinderstripe ;; female ♀ ;; 18 moons ;; warrior ;; flightclan




➵ ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ

Meet Cinderstripe, a laid-back she-cat with a reserved personality. This warrior is a loyal cat to her clan, and she is very devoted. Cinderstripe was born eighteen moons ago, in a litter of four kittens total. She had a mother named Vinestreak, and a father named Longfall. Her siblings, Beetlekit, Honeykit and Whitekit, were all very playful and outgoing. The litter mates grew up together and were quite close.
Now Cinderstripe is a warrior, and she currently has no love life or kits of
her own. Though she one day hopes to have a mate,
now she just focuses on being a great warrior for her clan.

➵ ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ

Cinderstripe is rather conservative and not very interactive with other cats. Though she is not anti-social, her skills at holding a conversation are rather weak. This she-cat is much more experienced in fighting or hunting, and she much rather spend her free time in the forest than being stuck in camp. With a large build and a body that craves energy, you will most likely always find Cinderstripe being active somewhere. Whether it be hunting with a patrol, or simply cleaning out the elders' den, the ginger warrior is always up to something.
Cinderstripe has high hopes and dreams, and she can often have her head in the clouds. She strives to be the best warrior ever seen! You are likely to agree with other cats in the clan that Cinderstripe has a rather competitive nature. She has a sour habit of challenging others, or showing off to other clan cats. Though this is rather arrogant and bothersome, Cinderstripe's intentions are somewhat good, for she only does this to be the best for her clan.
Deep inside, Cinderstripe has a warm spot to her. Down in her heart, she can be caring and generous, and friendly. The only thing that holds her back from showing these emotions, is her wall of trust. She has few cats that she considers herself close to, and everyone else is not to be trusted.. even though they may be clan cats. If you want to know Cinderstripe better, you must overcome the wall she has built, and gain her trustworthiness. The ginger cat is quite timid with her loyalties, for she knows that she can take her faith away in just a few seconds flat. Be gentle to Cinderstripe, and you may get to know her for who she can really be.

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Cinderstripe was born eighteen moons ago in the nursery with her mother and three other siblings. Her mother, Vinestreak, was such a proud queen, and she showed her kits much love and caring. Cinderstripe's father, Longfall, was just as happy as his mate; he was a joyous father, and he could not wait to help his kits with apprentice training and such. Cinderstripe had two sisters and one brother: Whitekit, Honeykit and Beetlekit. The litter mates were nearly inseperable, and it was a rare sight to see the siblings without each other. As the foursome grew up, Greencough spread through the clan during one Leaf-bare, and unfortunately Honeykit and Whitekit both passed on. It was a rough time for the decreased family, and the entire clan mourned for all the losses that Leaf-bare.
Soon, Cinderkit and Beetlekit became warriors together, and they spent as much training time together as possible. Except for one fateful day, when Beetlepaw left with his warrior to go practice some battle moves. Cinderpaw was confined to camp that day, and she was horrified when Nightjaw, Beetlepaw's mentor, returned with shocking news. A nearby fox attack Beetlepaw and ultimately killed him before Nightjaw had the chance to defend him. Cinderpaw was heartbroken, and her parents nearly spiraled into a depression. Soon after the passing of Beetlepaw, Cinderpaw's mother, Vinestreak, died as well, for heart was too broken to go on. More mourning and grieving for the diminished family and clan.. Times were tough, and they affected poor Cinderpaw.
On the day of her warrior ceremony, she was named Cinderstripe and was announced a warrior. Proud and confident, Cinderstripe was thrilled to finally be called a warrior. However, the moment was bittersweet for her, because she knew she was the only one of her siblings to finally become a warrior. A moon after her ceremony, Longfall passed away from old age, and Cinderstripe felt such an unbearable pain in her heart when she lost all of her family. She kept her eyes focused on the good of the clan, and somehow managed to push through it all. Now Cinderstripe continues to live in her clan, her duties as a warrior still going on to this day. She wants to make her family proud.

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Cinderstripe has many likes and dislikes. For one, she likes to hunt and catch prey for the clan, because it always feels good to help. However, Cinderstripe is not too fond of fighting or violence, but she will do it to defend her clan, nonetheless. If you offer to go on a hunting patrol with Cinderstripe, you will likely catch her attention and interest, for that is often her favorite thing.

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The ginger warrior currently has no crush or love interest. She has no mate, but she enjoys her company of one. Someday, she does hope to start a little family and raise kits, but not quite now, since she is focused on being a good warrior for the clan.

➵ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ

Cinderstripe is a light ginger tabby with a thick pelt and a strong build. Her eyes are a light blue color and her nose is a sandy pink shade as well. Cinderstripe has faint tabby stripes that continue through her fur pattern on her body. Her daint paws and slightly lean structure help prepare her for long runs and strides through the tangled forest as she chases prey. She has pointy ears and a large bushy tail, all helping show off her female features. Cinderstripe is quite the beautiful she-cat, but her looks are not all that matter to her, for she spends most of the time trying to catch prey anyways.

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That is all for Cinderstripe, and there is not much more to tell about her. Just get to know her and what she is really like, before you judge the book by its cover.

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: awake ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: in camp ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Crookedheart

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She scrambled through the woods, flowing her mentor as he traveled through the forest, sometimes Softpaw thought her mentor could travel the forest blinded. She followed for a few minutes, as she walked into a clearing not known to her. This must be where we're going to train today... she thought to herself as she listened to her mentor talk. She pondered the question of where to start on her combat training, which was difficult due to her lack of experience in fighting techniques. She decided it would be smart to know how to get out of a tight situation. "Well I'd like to start with something that would get me out of a tight situation, uh... like the belly rake" she said, confidently.

[luxray;]

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Ｔｈｅ ｎｏｒｍａｌ, ｂａｓｉｃｓ ....

Ｎ Ａ Ｍ Ｅ } Pinefrost, named such because of his 'foresty' brown tabby pelt, and his mother, Frost.
Ｇ Ｅ Ｎ Ｄ Ｅ Ｒ } Male
Ａ Ｇ Ｅ } 20 Moons
Ｗ Ａ Ｎ Ｔ Ｅ Ｄ ~ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｋ } He has the ambition to become the deputy, maybe even the leader one day.
Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｋ } Warrior

Ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ...

Ｄ Ｅ Ｓ Ｃ Ｒ Ｉ Ｐ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ } Pinefrost has short, dark brown tabby fur. He has black tabby stripes and his eyes are normally a rich amber, but if he is in danger or is threatened, his eyes turn almost gold. He has several scars, the most prominent one is on his right flank, a deep, nasty battle scar. His pelt is glossy and sheds water like a duck's feathers because of his favorite prey; fish.
Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ } Pinefrost's mother was a rogue named Frost, and his father was a kittypet named Felix. Frost was a sleek, silver and black she-cat with blue eyes, and Felix was a fiery ginger tom with amber eyes. His sister is Featherpool, and she lives in the clan with him. He has yet-to-be-born nieces and nephews, and this os as far as he knows of his family tree. He knew that his mother was a single kit in her litter, and he never knew if his father had any siblings.
Ｆ Ｒ Ｉ Ｅ Ｎ Ｄ Ｓ } The whole clan. He is friendly to everyone and loves to idly chat.
Ｅ Ｎ Ｉ Ｍ Ｉ Ｅ Ｓ } Nobody, really.

Ｉ ａｍ Ｉｎ ｄｅｐｔｈ ...

Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ } Pinefrost was born in a harsh winter, and he was the only kit of his litter to survive the cold. But this setback only made him more rugged, stronger. His mother, Frost birthed one more litter, bearing her another son, Wolfpaw, several moons later. They were rogues, but they did well. Pinefrost and his brother's father never showed up in their lives once, but their mother swore that they had the same father. When Pinefrost was around apprentice age, maybe 7 moons old, he joined Moonclan, fitting in surprisingly nicely, mostly due to his friendly temperament. He discovered his mother's death at around 10 moons, killed by a fox. This only made him work harder to become a warrior.
Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ } Pinefrost is a very fun, happy tom, despite his hardships. He works hard to make friends and to keep them. His warrior life is his highest priority, and he is always kind to all cats.
Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ｅ ~ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ｇ } Count On Me - Bruno Mars
Ｃ Ｒ Ｕ Ｓ Ｈ } none

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Ｔｈｅ ｎｏｒｍａｌ, ｂａｓｉｃｓ ....

Ｎ Ａ Ｍ Ｅ } Wolfpaw
Ｇ Ｅ Ｎ Ｄ Ｅ Ｒ } Tom
Ａ Ｇ Ｅ } 10 Moons
Ｗ Ａ Ｎ Ｔ Ｅ Ｄ ~ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｋ } Just a warrior for me...
Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｋ } Apprentice

Ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ...

Ｄ Ｅ Ｓ Ｃ Ｒ Ｉ Ｐ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ } Wolfpaw is a pitch black tom with glowing golden eyes, but don't be fooled, he's blind. He has a long, thin tail and long legs, perfect for running. His paws are small, and he is thin.
Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ } I have the same family as Pinefrost. I'm his brother.
Ｆ Ｒ Ｉ Ｅ Ｎ Ｄ Ｓ } Nobody. I don't make friends often.
Ｅ Ｎ Ｉ Ｍ Ｉ Ｅ Ｓ } Many cats. I'm usually not very nice.

Ｉ ａｍ Ｉｎ ｄｅｐｔｈ ...

Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ } Same as Pinefrost's, up until Pinefrost joined the clan. Wolfpaw stayed with his mother until they came across a badger together. At that point, Wolfpaw could still see. Then, the fox killed his mother, and Wolfpaw's left eye was mauled by the creature. Soon after, infection took his right eye as well. He managed to make it to the clan, and was taken in, as a kit. Three moons later, he was hesitantly apprenticed.
Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ } I like my solitude. I hate communication, and will avoid social situations at all costs. I am very smart, however, but can be skittish if I am frightened. Other cats pity me for my lack of sight, but I make it work.
Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ｅ ~ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ｇ } Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day
Ｃ Ｒ Ｕ Ｓ Ｈ } none

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Age› 35 moons
Gender› Tom
Rank› Warrior
Status› Single
Apprentice› Softpaw
Tags› Softpaw

Nodding, Crookedheart rose to his paws and approached Softpaw. "Belly rake it is." he meowed, gazing down at her. "To properly teach that, one of us needs to be pinned, of course." Chuckling a bit, the large tom lowered himself to the ground and nodded, flicking his tail. "Go ahead and give it a try. Pin me, if you can. We'll go from there." Crookedheart knew that the only way to learn was by doing. He could tell her how it was done all he wanted, but execution is what matters in the long run.

[[ Maes, don't forget age! Just bringing it to your attention. I can't accept forms or anything.

[Froas]

ｓｏｆｔｐａｗ

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: awake ➝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: in camp ➝ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Crookedheart

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Pondering how exactly to pin down the tom, she crouched as if she were hunting a rabbit. Her plan was to just try to knock the tom over by flinging herself into his side, hopefully exposing his belly. She started to crouch as if she were about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. Hoping that she was doing it correctly, she launched herself with her back legs, and attempted to push the tom over with her outstretched paws, claws sheathed. All the little she cat could do is hope that her plan works without a hitch.

[SimpleScript]

{Hello everyone! Just got to know that I was accepted, and wanna know a little whats going on. My charries are thr warrior Nettleclaw and Littlepaw (who I was told is Eaglestrikes apprentice). Enyone wanna make a small recap for me?}