Ｈｉｄｄｅｎｃｌａｎ - new and accepting

[stricklyspagetti]

--All I could find was a kitten pic, so pretend its a close up--

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A young apprentice looks up, as she was curled up in the forest. She wraps her tail around her paws as she flicks her tail. "Hello, I am Brokenpaw." she says confidently. "I am currently 7 and a half moons, and Im a she-cat." the young she-cat says with a smile. "I am very loving, and I can be very entergentic. I love to run, and play. One of my favorite activities are hunting, as I love my clan, Hiddenclan." she says, gazing past you. "My history, is not the best." she says, and then looks back at you, her amber eyes sticking out apon her ashy pelt. "My father was Badgerheart, a very bad cat. You see, he had a mate, Spiderweb. They loved eachother dearly, as I had 4 other siblings. Frostkit, Autumnkit, Largekit, and Hawkkit. They didnt like me, as I had the same markings as my father. I got the most love by my father, and one day Spiderweb cheated on my father. He got angry, and elft the clan, and took me along as a rouge. I dont remember much, but I remember him always coming back to my little cave, blood covering him. One day, as I was 6 moons, about to be a apprentice, he decided to start my training early. He took me to a strong clan, and his gang of rouges decided to kill the clan. They killed most of the clan, and then by that time I was cowarding in the corner as I watched my father get killed by the leader, and the leader took me to the riverbank, as I had 'evil blood', and he elft me there. I learned how to catch my own food, and then I found Hiddenclan, which I became a apprentice." she says with a slight sigh. "I have a ashy pelt, that comes to a peak at my forehead. My eyes are black, as it comes across the top of my head, and my tail is a sleek black. My nose is a precious pink, while my eyes are a amber, that some cats can get lost in." she said with a slight giggle. "I dont have a crush, because I dont really hang around other people." she says and her ear flicks as she talks. "I dont really have a weakness, or a strength. If I do, I hav'nt disscovered it." she purred, licking her paw. "I beleive thats it, and I should go." she meowed, and got up, padding away.

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[kintsugi.]

{ Quick question. }

{ Are Jinxshade and Falconheart REAL siblings or is one of them adopted? }

{ Because realistically, if Falconheart is a Bengal cat, both parents would have to be Bengals. }

{ Considering Jinxshade and Falconheart look nothing alike in breed or appearance, they can't possibly be birth siblings. }

{ Not trying to be rude or anything, I was just curios. Oh, and thank you for accepting me. c: }

[Asherwy]

ｎａｍｅ
'My name is Hawkthunder. Pleasure to be of your acquaintance, I'm not that welcoming to strangers but you're the exception I suppose, don't know why. My name was given to me partly because of my pelt and partly because of my personality, I'm sure you'll understand later. But keep in mind that you can't go around asking everycat these questions, it really pokes into their personal and private life.'

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ

'I am a tom. I don't know why you would even think of asking that, I already gave you a clue by my name as well as my build. Not to mention my scent, this is quite worrying if you are not able to tell the difference between a tom and a she-cat. There are cats out there that would claw your ears off for asking such a ridiculous question.'

ａｇｅ
'I'm 40 moons old. As you can see, I'm a senior warrior of my clan. I've been serving it as a warrior since thirteen moons, the day I became a warrior. It's been stressful and enjoying at the same time, I've had my mistakes and stumbles, but that's just what makes me a better cat. Been working my tail off for my clan since a kit as well, I was always hopping around, asking if I could do apprentice chores. Odd isn't it?'

ｒａｎｋ

'I am a warrior. I think I already told you that, but maybe you just forgot. It's fine, I've met a variety of cats with forgetful memories, some can't even remember my name after an hour. Anyway, I really do enjoy being a warrior, I would like to be deputy, but I honestly think I don't deserve it. I need to work harder if I am to become deputy.'

ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
'I suppose I have a dark pelt, and brown tabby to be exact. The texture of my fur is more of a half-fluffy and half-thick type, it comes in handy during leafbare especially. The tip of my ears as well as my tail are tinged with rusty light brown, my paws look about the same colour too. Part of my left shoulder fur was ripped off in a large claw mark and a scar is what remains of the wound. I believe I had received it as well as my right torn ear from a battle between our clan and a large group of rogues threatening to take our territory. My eyes are emerald green, with flecks of gold here and there. All the cats I come across say that I have a warm, fresh heather scent mixed with my clan smells as well. I never really noticed my scent in particular, I had always assumed that I had the pure scent of my clan.'

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As a kit, he was one of the most energetic out of the entire bunch that greenleaf, always pestering the apprentices for some demonstrations as well as the warriors. He had gained the annoyance and the affection of the entire clan with his curiosity, energy and repetitive mew. The young tom would waltz into the elders den every morning with a mouse from the fresh-kill pile as an exchange for story time. He would always wake up the earliest and once the clan had fully awaked, he was always in the middle either practicing or milling about with a ball of moss. As an apprentice, he had grown unbelievably mature and obedient, learning to control his excitement after multiple scoldings that involved running ahead, frightening prey and nearly falling into a ditch. Along this path, he had gained some new traits and lost a few as well. He had learned what it was like to be a leading cat in something, hence his group hunting assessment. He had become a lot less annoying over the course of his training, doing what he was told and started to become more patient. At his warrior ceremony, it was as if he was a completely different cat than who he was just five moons ago. None of his clanmates would've thought that Hawkpaw could have the self-control to become an apprentice worth something much more. Now as a warrior, Hawkthunder is a mature and serious cat who tries his best to help his clan in any way. Main traits: Kind, loyal, serious.

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Hawkthunder's kin isn't much, he used to have a family of four, his mother, father and sister. Skyblossom was his mother's name, she was very strict and scolded Hawkthunder mercilessly when he was a kit. She had died of greencough during leaf-bare when he was half-way through training. His father, Darkclaw, loved Hawkthunder very much, he took half of his time teaching his son, but died in battle with a badger shortly after Hawkthunder became a warrior. His sister, Larkkit was too weak when she was born, and died on the spot.

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Hawkthunder was born to Skyblossom and Darkclaw just as new-leaf was coming to a close, his mother had taken half a day to give birth to Hawkkit. Skyblossom was so exhausted that Larkkit came out very weak, her breath slowly fading until she had no more. Hawkkit's mother partially blamed him for her death, because Skyblossom had wanted a she-cat as well. Now only having one kit, she was merciless and forced him to do drills whenever he got into trouble, which made his muscles stronger. Skyblossom loved Hawkkit very much, she just never admitted it. Once it was time for Hawkkit to become Hawkpaw, she groomed him vigorously, checking every strand of fur attached to his body and made sure there wasn't a speck of dust on his pelt. Darkclaw had his chest puffed out like a robin when Hawkkit earned the 'paw.' Throughout Hawkpaw's training, he was scolded countless times and he finally learned how to be patient and controlled. He had also learned huge amounts of manners since his mentor was a she-cat, who was coincidentally his mother's closest friend. Unfortunately, a very hard leaf-bare arrived when he was 9 moons, which brought many cats to death from greencough, including his mother. Hawkpaw had always loved his mother, even though she never said that she loved him as well. He was grateful for her drilling him as a kit, and grieved her death for 2 days before going back to training. Soon, after five moons of hard training he became a warrior. Everyone thought that Darkclaw's chest was going to explode because of the amount of pride bubbling in him. Hawkpaw was named as Hawkthunder, and everyone thought that this name suited the young cat very well. Not long after, a badger set was found on territory, and his father was selected to check it out along with his son and two other warriors. The badger had killed Darkclaw brutally with a snapped neck. Hawkthunder was so shaken that he spent one night away from camp, but recovered during that short time. Now he has no kin, but is still as loyal as ever.

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'My name is Fogpaw. It's kind of obvious that I'm an apprentice, so any normal clan cat would automatically know that I have the paw suffix. But it'd be natural for them to ask my name, since they don't know the prefix. Anyway, my mother says she named me because of my eyes and my pelt, so that's settled.'

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ

'I am a she-cat. That is an odd question, I'm obliged to ask you what exactly was going through your bee-brained mind when you looked at me, or anyone really. I'd expect any normal cat to have known that I'm a she-cat by looks and scent you know? I guess that you just haven't been around other cats much right? It's understandable if you just didn't hang around she-cats. '

ａｇｅ
'I'm 10 moons old. I was born a few moons ago, what do you expect? Though I had to wait six moons before becoming an apprentice, I really enjoyed my ceremony. I'd thought of productive things to do while waiting, I had taken care of some apprentice chores. I was sure it'll be great practice for when I become one. Maybe I'll learn a thing or two from Shadowstorm's stories, he always tells great ones.'

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'I am an apprentice. I mentioned that earlier didn't I? But anyway, I stayed at the rank of a kit for six moons until my apprentice ceremony, where the kit suffix was dropped and I gained a new paw suffix. My prefix stays the same, because it's the main part of my name until I become a warrior. I wanted to make my kithood a thing where I can look back on and think, I'm glad I did those things. You know? I just want to do what's best for my clan, and currently, that means not getting into trouble.'

ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
'You're asking about my pelt? Well um, I guess my pelt is as it looks really, but if you need a description of it then sure. I'd say that I'm sort of a silverish, foggy grey tabby with a white muzzle and white paws as well as a white tail tip. My underbelly is also white as you can see. My eyes? Well they are a misty turquoise colour tinged with grey and a bit of white. I have a small scar on my right shoulder, from falling into a patch of brambles. That's about it for my appearance, but now that I think about it, maybe my mother named me after my pelt and my eyes as well.'

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Fogpaw is said to be an unusual apprentice because of her personality, she doesn't like getting in trouble and keeps mostly to herself. She joined in with the other kits to playfight sometimes but other than that, she was quite isolated from the rest of the kits. Going back to the part where it says she's unusual, they don't mean it in a bad way, it's just that her behaviour compared to most kits was very strange, even now. Everyone thinks she's going to make a great warrior one day, and a very obedient apprentice. This she-cat has taken a liking to learning by herself, so she often wanders alone to a corner in the camp to train quietly. Since she became an apprentice, nothing about her really changed. Though she's not anti-social, she mews to others quite often if she's not training alone, or looking for her mentor. There's a bad habit under her fur though, when something worrisome happens, she tends to think negatively and spends even more time training alone. The grey tabby has a thing for fighting, quick and accurate. She is able to calculate her enemy's body and strength very quickly before attacking, unlike hunting. Though very clumsy at times, it seems like she is only good at hunting rabbits and birds. It is very hard for her to keep still while stalking mice and voles.

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Fogpaw's family has 2 cats, which are herself and Shadowstorm, her grandfather. Her mother was Silentsoul and her father Ashtalon. Unfortunately Ashtalon had died before she was born, so she never got to see him. Silentsoul was murdered by a fox, trying to protect her clan when she ran into one on a morning walk with Shadowstorm. This apprentice has no siblings, therefore had few kits to play with.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ
Fogpaw was born on a warm greenleaf night, healthy and young. She became an apprentice at the age of six moons and on that very day, her mother died from a fight with a fox while strolling through the woods. Surprisingly, she hardly seemed sad, or grief-stricken, that day she had been so shocked out of her mind that she had made a vow to never show grief to any other cat except herself. Everyone thought that she was okay, but a dark storm of negative thoughts was raging on in her head. Her grandfather is the only family she has now, and she had made a vow to protect him no matter what.

N ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ
'My name is Shadowstorm. It used to be Josiah, before I joined the clan that is. I actually liked my old name, back when I was young. I think my current name suits me quite well, since I am an elder and a shadow started to hover over my eyes when I was around 79 moons, so I retired to an elder. My name didn't need changing, and I'm happy about that.'

G ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ

'I am a tom. Quite surprised you'd ask me that actually, but if you want to mistake it then you are allowed to. There isn't any rule saying you can't. I was born a tom, a kittypet tom to be exact, and I will most probably remain a tom mind you. But still, try to learn the difference between a tom and a she-cat, because that will come in handy for the future if you come across any cranky ones.'

A ɢ ᴇ
'I'm 110 moons old. Pretty old eh? But that doesn't make me weak! I'm as fit and tough as ever! I try to go out on a morning stroll everyday, that is, if it's not raining. I have to take care of my old bones too as well, but if I can't go in the morning, I go around sunhigh or sunset. I have to admit though, because of my age my bones really do make quite the racket sometimes. Always stretching them to make sure they won't get so stiff that I can't even move. The disadvantages of an elder.'

R ᴀ ɴ ᴋ

'I am an elder. I used to be a warrior, was never an apprentice though. I joined the clan at 28 moons, but I did have to learn about the warrior code and carry out apprentice duties as well. I am quite sad that I had to leave my young moons behind. I miss being able to do things on my own, but it is really enjoying to have the younger kits visit us from time to time. Especially the apprentices, I really do love their bubbly attitude, I always tell them to enjoy their youth while they can. I can tell you that your youth comes and goes like a frantic rabbit!'

A ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ
'Well, I have a fully black coat if you ask me, my pure black fur is now mingling with the grey strands that signal my old age. Now I just have a mottled grey and black pelt, no distinct fur markings whatsoever. My eyes are grey, pale grey actually. My vision is slowly being stolen from my once curious eyes. Now don't get me wrong, I can still see! But I am not able to see the colours anymore, it's all faded, faded and dull colours for me. Soon I'll lose my vision completely, but not today! My muzzle is as grey as ever, and the scars of old battles are hidden under my overgrown fur like lost echoes. There is one scar that you can see, which is my torn ear. Yep, the tip of my left ear was sliced right off by a lost rogue, I can still remember the pain.'

P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
Shadowstorm was not good with words, and used to be very blunt and rude to others without realising. He was quite overconfident at times, thinking he can do things that others cannot, and put himself in danger often. He didn't have that many friends, so he was often independent and misunderstood due to his lack of sociality, but he never leaves anyone to die alone. Shadowstorm is a calm and collected character as well, rarely showing any signs of distress and his laid-back attitude adds to that trait. He tries not to attract much attention from the others, because of his strong emotions which take control over him from time to time. He mostly hung out on trees or dozed in meadows, he wasn't really anti-social, but he just didn't interact with others that much. Shadowstorm has no problem talking to anyone, it's just his habit to wander off by himself. He is willing to die for others, always saying that it's better to die together than die alone.
That was back when he was a young cat, but he still carries his main points; calm, independent and the need to protect others. Unlike before, the clan has made him more open and he interacts with the other cats more, greeting everyone he met and always visiting the nursery to say goodnight. Now an elder, he's come to realise his mistake of thinking he could do everything. He had educated himself up on manners and first impressions, though he still makes a few mistakes here and there. He relies on others more and remains mildly positive in dark times. He loves to share his old adventures with the younger apprentices and warriors, filling them up with the knowledge he knew so that they could use it in the future before he joined with StarClan.

K ɪ ɴ

Shadowstorm had a family of three, including him. His mother was a born, raised kittypet named Vier. She spent her whole life lazing in a twoleg den since she was kitted and at 30 moons she had Shadowstorm and his sister, Syk. Back then Shadowstorm was named Josiah, and his sister Syk, was the one who made sure Josiah didn't get into any trouble. She took care of Josiah and made sure he didn't get himself into anything that caused him to feel responsible for it, otherwise he would get himself really involved. Shadowstorm's father is unknown, his mother refusing to tell him anything. He had a mate, Rushingflower, and together they had little Silentkit, which he loved. Rushingflower drowned one fateful newleaf, and Shadowstorm grieved with his apprenticed daughter, Silentpaw. Silentpaw is now a warrior, named Silentsoul, but died after her own kit was born. Shadowstorm only has his granddaughter, Fogpaw.

H ɪ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
Shadowstorm was born a kittypet, as a kit none of the other twolegs wanted him. So his housefolk threw him out with his sister, they were similar looking. Their mother was completely against this but their housefolk kept her inside. Josiah(Shadowstorm) and his sister, Syk, survived in the twoleg city for 6 moons until it was bombed by flying monsters, and humans carrying sticks that spewed out fire started to occupy the area, wearing weird green pelts with hard metal bowls on their heads. Josiah and Syk fled the area, moving into the silent forest and stayed there until they came across a badger, which took Syk's life. Josiah wandered on his own and came across the clan's territory. He was caught hunting in HiddenClan's area and was taken in to be questioned. He proved himself a dignified, pure young cat and the leader offered him to join. At first, he reluctantly accepted the offer, because he thought that it would hurt them if he didn't. He agreed to change his name and became part of HiddenClan at 28 moons. Of course he had to do apprentice duties first, and that lasted for about three moons until he was able to become a full-fledged warrior of HiddenClan, and he was proud of it. As mentioned in his family, Shadowstorm had a mate, Rushingflower, when he was 56 moons old, and had his daughter Silentkit. But Rushingflower drowned in the newleaf floods, and Shadowstorm was left with his daughter Silentsoul. Many moons after, Silentsoul had a kit, but died after her kit was apprenticed. Now Shadowstorm only has his granddaughter.

[fairyheart]

{ Falconheart and Jinxshade are siblings by birth. I already know that they couldn't technically, but it doesn't matter to me. No role play owner has ever complained so until then I'm keeping it that way. Okay, once I get on a computer I will update the front page and format my first post ^^

All forms are accepted.

Hogwarts, whats Brokenpaw's warrior name going to be? }

[stricklyspagetti]

--You can give her a name. Who would her mentor be?--

[Asherwy]

Fogpaw's name will be Fogfeather }}

[fairyheart]

(( All right... The front page has been updated with all the cats and mentors! Posting soon. )

[fairyheart]

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A petite black figure darted down a large tree around the outer edge of camp, and headed square towards the fresh-kill pile. Jinxshade, a shy anti-social cat now sat peacefully snacking on a small vole that she had personally caught, and picked from the pile. Her slim black tail wiggled gently against the dirt, showing her interest in her now half eaten food. Lifting her head for air, the turquoise eyed she-cat glanced around the camp. Many cats were slowly awaking from their long slumbers; ready to begin a brand new day. Jinxshade was a morning bird, meaning she was always up and about during the early hours of the morning. But at the same time, she loved being awake at night.

Falconhearts post soon

['pyrrhic]

Skyblu watched the black sky and the purple looking clouds fly by. She purred feeling like she was alone forever, it was peaceful and the dirt was soft under her paws as she sat there, calm. She watched out for the camp while the others slept in deep dreams and thoughts, maybe. Her gaze switched to the apprentice den at Spookpaw who was curled into a black ball blending with the darkness in the den, she wondered what he was dreaming about from his tail flicking and his ears down.


Spookpaw moved his paws as he slept and twitched his small ears back and forth as he quickly put them down and flicked his tail four times. He was facing a huge warrior about to lunge at him with it's claws unseathed, he bravely lunged at it and scratched it's face a few times when his pelt splattered with blood. He scratched it's stomach and bit at it's ear, finally he scratched it throat and it fell, limp and dead on the floor. He had dreamed the same dream for a moon now and it scared him, was this what he would become, a blood thirsty killer?


Bark started to make her moss nest and gather her kill pile of mice and a rabbit to the top of a tree. She gathered moss into a ball bigger than her, then she took some sticks and stuck them in the sides to support the moss form moving when she slept and tossed. She jumped tot he top of a tree with 4 mice and a rabbit in her jaws, then she threw them on a stable branch and jumped down off the tree to land on the moss bed she had made. She fell asleep peacefully sleeping.

[stricklyspagetti]

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Tagged: Nobody right now
Where?: In the woods
Doing: Just catched a squirrel
Mood: Tired, yet proud
Crush: Nope!
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The young apprentice was sitting under a tree grooming herself. As she really had nobody to talk to, she simpily just sat by herself. Then, the heard the rustle of the leaves, as she noticed as a squirrel. She immideitly paused, as her ears twitched franticly as she listened. She had not been taught much, but she decided this was her chance
to prove herself to Falconheart.

She crouched, as she had seen many cats do before. She then slowly went to the tree beside her, as she stopped as she heard the squirrel pause. Then, in a flash she was up the tree, and she was chasing the squirrel. The squirrel ran down the tree as Brokenpaw followed, and she leaped after it, and she then snorted as she put her paw on its body, and she hesitated. But, before it could get away, the young she-cat bit into its neck, and it stopped squirming. She let go, and sprawled herself beside it, panting heavily.