Wɪᴛʜ Bʟᴀᴢɪɴɢ Eʏᴇs - ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴛs ʀᴘ - no longer accepting

[Greenleaf]

You are trotting happily along the river. The grass is soft and springy beneath your paws and your ears flick as you hear the cheerful chirping of birds. It is absolute bliss, and the shore before you seems to stretch on forever, offering an eternal escape from sorrow.
Just as you bound forward, you suddenly stumble over something soft and yielding. You back up, and to your utter shock your paws are digging into the scarlet fur of a dead cat, with a slashed open throat. Aside from the killing blow, there is one other grievous wound on the cat; its eyes had been gouged out.
Automatically, its as if a veil is drawn over the sky and the bright clear atmosphere is shrouded in choking darkness. You stagger back in horror and turn to flee down the waterside, only to find out that the grass is too slippery with blood to walk upon. You turn to the river in one final last ditch attempt, only to find that the silvery water has turned to a slow, churning mass of blood, and dead cats with gouged eyes bob listlessly along its surface.
Suddenly, someone rests their tail on your shoulder. You whip around to see a... a shadow, blacker than the darkest night. Only two, steady blood red eyes stare into your frightened ones, and the words echo in your head...
❝The doom of our time draws near. Our future rests in the paws of the Seven. The young one. The cold one. The fighter. The healer. The survivor. The faithful. And the one with the blazing eyes. Unite at Great Rock at Winter's Solstice, and then our fate will be decided.❞
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You wake up in a puddle of your own sweat, and swiftly you set to grooming, trying to wash your fur from the lingering smells of blood. You've had that exact dream for three nights now. You then realize; leaf-bare's Solstice is tomorrow.
Will you honor the call?

[Greenleaf]

All of Tess's rules apply, obviously.
Please respect all members of this roleplay, and please respect me as well.

Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴄʏ
|This RP is high semi-literate; you must use proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation! At least four lines per character (at least three lines if you have writer's block.)
One-liners will not be tolerated. Chatspeak will only be allowed in OOC (ie. gtg, LOL). I will be enforcing this literacy rule strictly.

Pᴏsᴛɪɴɢ
|Firstly, no fontmeme or pictures are allowed in RP posts. In your forms its totally fine, but not in posts. (its against CS rules).
No swearing in the RP/OOC, not even if it is starred out. Only warrior cat curses, ex. fox-dung, mousebrain, snake-heart, are allowed.
Please refrain from arguing whilst in OOC. If one person's cats attacks your cats, don't take it to heart; its just a roleplay, anyways. If you've had a bad history with another user on this roleplay, we don't need to hear it. If I spot even the beginnings of an argument, I will give you a warning. If you quarrel once again, I am not afraid to kick you out.
Do your very best not to ignore/leave other users' characters out. Nobody likes being ignored. If you are ignored, however, don't get all riled up about it; take it to PM with me, and I will bring you back in.
Please do not spam, and you are only allowed to do OOC if you have a good appropriate post attached.
No power-playing other people's cats, and PM the other person for permission if you want to kill/seriously injure their cats.

Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs
|Let's do our best to keep the genders even. If you see that there are four toms made and only three-she-cats, make a she-cat. You may have up to four characters (two toms and two she-cats), and you are only allowed one prophecy cat OR high-ranking cat. Please give your characters realistic, cat-appropriate names, and absolutely no odd-colored pelts or eyes. We don't want a slew of rainbow colored cats, do we now? :P
No mary/gary-sue cats, either. Perfect characters are boring and predictable. Give your cat at least three major flaws, please.

Dʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ
|Drama is highly encouraged in this RP! :3 If you are planning a huge twist to happen, however (huge battle, natural disaster, etc.), please converse with me in PM first.
As for romance; please no being mates/crush/dating with your own character, that gets a little awkward. No instant crushes or mates, either; try to keep it realistic. Fade to black while mating or kitting, please.
And meaning no offense, but I will only be allowing heterosexual ('straight') cats in this RP. Please, no making gay/lesbian/bisexual cats.
Battles and violence keep the roleplay exciting, but please don't go overboard with gore or guts and the like.


Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ
|I want to keep this roleplay alive. Please join only if you are going to be active. If you haven't been in the RP for three days, I will PM you a reminder. If you haven't been in the RP for one week, I will PM you a warning. If you haven't posted in ten days, your cat(s) will be removed from the RP and the spot will be open once more.
If you suspect you will not be able to post for three+ days, please PM me.

Fᴏʀᴍs
|I will not be providing a form or code; make the form yourself, as it helps me determine your literacy. Your form, however, should include vital details, such as name/age/rank/appearance/personality/history and the like.
As for personalities and histories, I will not be accepting any 'meet me' s or 'get to know me' s. For your cat's appearance and personality, include at least four descriptive sentences. For histories, at least six descriptive sentences.
Pretty forms are encouraged! The prettier, the better!
Please don't be offended if I don't accept you; perhaps after you've gotten some more experience in semi-literate, I would accept you :3
If you've read all the rules up to here, put the words 'With blazing eyes' somewhere in your form.
PM me your form, when I give you the okay post in on here.

PM me for reservations! :D I will keep them for three days, and if you then have not started or shown sufficient effort with your form, I will remove the reservation and the spot will be open for others.

Still have questions? PM me.

Bᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ Sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs

|If you break one of the above rules, I will give you a warning through PM. If you break a rule again, you will get a strike. Three strikes and you are banned from the RP for two days. If you are banned for a third time, you will be banished permanently from this RP and your cats will be removed.

Sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs
None, let's keep it that way!

Bᴀɴs
None, let's keep it that way!

[Greenleaf]

Ｐｌｏｔ
You have lived in this mountain gorge for as long as you remember; the prey is plentiful, the cats are friendly, and few predators live here. But everything changed when you started getting 'the dreams'.
You know where the Great Rock is; a huge, towering sculpture hidden securely amongst the pine trees of the little island on the lake. But you are skeptical. Will you trust these dreams and meet with the other cats on the island? Or will you dismiss it as plain foolery in your mind? Who are these seven, anyways?
The gorge will soon be ravaged by a terrible natural disaster, and the cats of the valley will be forced to unite together as a new Clan; WaneClan. However, if the chosen Seven do not manage to find a new home quickly enough, every cat will perish in the face of the oncoming storm.

Ｃａｔｓ ｏｆ ＷａｎｅＣｌａｎ

Name|age|♂/♀|user

Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: (closed, to be announced)
Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɪɴ Cᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ (closed, will be chosen by leader)

Hᴇᴀʟᴇʀ: Amberleaf|Thirty two moons|♀|Seasonal <3
Hᴇᴀʟᴇʀ's ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ Celadine|Twenty eight moons|♂|Butterfly.Love

Fɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs
open
Sparrowflit|Twelve moons|♂|ℓɛɢσℓαƨ~ɢяɛɛиℓɛαғ
Nightheart|Eighteen moons|♂|Todd.
Grayfeather|twenty-eight moons|♀|Keriae
Icefox|Twenty moons|♀|Little Melancholy
Coalfrost|Twenty six moons|♂|{Joy}
Fireflight|Twenty four moons|♂|ＤａｒｋＨｏｗｌ
Ambertail|Twenty eight moons|♂|Butterfly.Love


Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀs
Open
Swansong|Twelve moons|♀|ℓɛɢσℓαƨ~ɢяɛɛиℓɛαғ
Spiderfang|Twenty moons|♂|ᴇ ɴ ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ
Pale-eyes|Twenty-six moons|♀| ||Silentcry||
Gingerrose|Eighteen moons|♀|{Joy}
Rabbitstare|Twenty two moons|♂|Little Melancholy
Spottedbird|Thirty eight moons|♀|poofycat
Stumblefoot|Twenty eight moons|♀|Butterfly.Love

Fɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs' Aᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇs
Open
Dovepaw|Six moons|♀|{Joy}
Clearpaw|Eleven moons|♂|ᴇ ɴ ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ
Foxpaw|Seven moons|♂| ||Silentcry||
Smallpaw|Seven moons|♀|Little Melancholy

Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀs' Aᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇs
open
Quickpaw|Seven moons|♂|Little Melancholy

Kɪᴛs
open
Smokekit|Four moons|♂|Todd.

Eʟᴅᴇʀs
open

Ｐｒｏｐｈｅｃｙ Ｃａｔｓ

|Tʜᴇ Yᴏᴜɴɢ Oɴᴇ|
Dovepaw is a very young she-cat, and is an apprentice training to be a fighter. Dovepaw is very bouncy, trusting, and has a cheerful personality. She is a very determined cat that will never give up on her duty, and in tense situations is a great tactician despite her unassuming age. played by {Joy}

|Tʜᴇ Cᴏʟᴅ Oɴᴇ|
Its not Nightheart's fault that he seems cold and unemotional; a bad history countered by a foul temper has turned his heart to stone. He is not entirely heartless, though, and will never abandon a comrade in need. Nightheart is a tom and a strong fighter. played by Todd.

|Tʜᴇ Fɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ|
You will never want to come across Grayfeather in a battle; she is very handy with her claws and can catch opponents in deadly locks that leave them begging for mercy. Grayfeather is a she-cat and is most obviously a fighter. played by Keriae

|Tʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʟᴇʀ|
Amberleaf is a gentle she-cat, the healer of the Clan. When it comes to Amberleaf, a few herbs and a pawful of cobwebs can go a very long way! She has always had a strong connection with StarClan, even before the Clan was made. Played by Seasonal <3

|Tʜᴇ Sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ|
Rabbitstare is a grim tom, and is one of the hunters of the Clan. Much like the 'Cold One', his past is something that will haunt him for the rest of his life. Though he may not be the strongest at fighting, he is someone you would always want at your back. Played by Little Melancholy

|Tʜᴇ Fᴀɪᴛʜғᴜʟ|
Clearpaw is a young tom, and is an apprentice training to be a fighter. He is undyingly loyal to his Clan and would do anything to defend his Clanmates. He is a little secretive and anti-social, though. Would you want to get to know him? played by ᴇ ɴ ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ

|Tʜᴇ Bʟᴀᴢɪɴɢ Eʏᴇs|
As a fierce cat of the Clan, Pale-eyes is stubborn, slightly arrogant, and would die for any of her loved ones. Intelligent, swift, and strong-willed, Pale-eyes is a she-cat and is a young hunter of the Clan. Played by ||Silentcry||
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There will be two cats accompanying the Six on their quest to find a new home. These cats are Sparrowflit, played by myself (ℓɛɢσℓαƨ~ɢяɛɛиℓɛαғ), and Spottedbird played by poofycat.

Ｔｅｒｒｉｔｏｒｙ

A windy, woodland mountain gorge with a river winding through it (see above picture). The united Clan will live in a clearing by the lake-shore. The gorge stretches out for quite some way, but if one walked quickly for about five days, they would reach the mountains. Another few weeks' journey north would bring one to here (the Clan's new home).

[Greenleaf]

Newsboard
Sept. 12/2013
The RP has opened and is now accepting. :3

Recaps
None yet.

Just a note: Everybody will be starting out as a rogue, loner, or be in a small group with other cats. I will determine what page the Winter's Solstice will be. When the Clan is formed, the leader will be chosen.
'WaneClan' follows the basic structure of a real Clan, only they have no real set code. The leader is the head of the Clan. The Second in Command will succeed the leader, and they arrange patrls. The Fighters are, well, the fighters of the Clan. The Hunters hunt. Each young cat between the ages of six to twelve moons can have a choice to train as a fighter or as a hunter. The Healer is the medicine cat of the Clan, and they will be training the Healer's apprentice.
The chosen leader will be led by the Healer to the Great Rock after the Clan is formed. Then, the leader will be given nine lives by StarClan.


Announcement
September nineteenth 2013 - I put up a poll yesterday, and it is decided; the cats will be meeting at Great Rock on page fifteen. That gives you some time to meet up with other cats, get together, etc. . Everyone should at least be gathered around the Rock by page thirteen/fourteen.

[Greenleaf]

"Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ Sᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡғʟɪᴛ, I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ."

Ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｓｔａｒｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ
Name ♒ "I am known as Sparrow(flit) to the cats of the gorge."
Gender ♒ "...wait, what? What kind of question is that? I am a tom, not some frilly she-cat, for goodness sakes."
Age ♒ "I am currently twelve moons old, to be precise."
Future rank ♒ He will become a fighter when WaneClan is made.


Ａ ｌｏｏｋ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ
Appearance ♒ "Don't play dumb with me, I'm standing right in front of you. Look, I'm waving a paw in front of your face. If you can see that, then you know what I look like." The handsome Sparrowflit was named aptly; his short-furred tabby pelt is brown and streaked with white, black and tan stripes, resembling the feathers of a sparrow. Though he is rather small for a tom, he uses his size as an advantage as he is quick and has very nimble paws. His tail is tabby-striped with a dark brown, and his ears are very pointed and tufted. His eyes are a bright amber.

Distinct markings ♒ "I'm not even going to answer that." Sparrowflit's scars are mostly hidden inside his fur, but he has a nicked ear and he is missing a part of his tail due to an accident when he was young.


Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ ｄｅｅｐｅｒ

Personality ♒ "Huh. I just do my best to be myself." Sparrowflit is cunning, very intelligent, judgmental and wary. He is a good hunter and can hold out on his own in battle, but contrary to most young tom-warriors, he prefers to negotiate with words rather than claws. He has a quick wit and an even quicker tongue, and he uses the latter to his advantage whenever possible. At times he can seem rather cocky, arrogant, and sarcastic.

Idiosyncrasies ♒ Due to his scarred tail, Sparrowflit hates climbing, especially climbing trees or very high rocks; he feels his equilibrium is off and gets rather dizzy up in heights. He is what you would call a 'drypaw'; he doesn't like getting his paws wet, or indeed any part of his pelt wet. He is very reckless and overestimates his skills; he would charge into any sort of danger believing he can come back out relatively unscathed. He is also pretty full of himself, and tends to brag about his accomplishments, however small.

History ♒ "I'm not a stranger to the gorge; I've lived here all my life. I was born on one of the high cliffs to my two very loving parents, Dusty and Rayne. I had a brother and a sister, too, and for the first three moons of my life we lived comfortably in a small cave in the cliffs.
When I was introduced to the gorge, I quite literally fell into it. The rocks of the cliffs had probably been loosened due to the amount of snow we got one leafbare, and so there was a rockfall which triggered a cave-in at my home. My father was crushed, as well as my sister, and so it was only my mother, me, and my brother left living.
It was a little sadder living without my dad and my sister, but we managed. The gorge was plentiful in prey and there wasn't as many dangers as there were on the cliffs.
We lived in a hollow tree and caught mice in a quiet clearing nearby. When I turned six moons old, that was when the next disaster happened.
My brother and I had just finished off a rabbit and we were preparing to haul it home, when we heard this low growl behind us. We whipped around, and there was this... this hideous thing standing right there. It was huge and its shoulders fairly bulged with muscles, and it was gray and white with a black stripe running along its back. It was called a 'badger', I believe.
It smelled the rabbit and its beady little eyes fixed on me. I leaped at the badger and yowled for my brother to run, but of course the mousebrain didn't listen. He quite literally threw himself under the badger's paws, screaming at the badger to go away as if it could understand him. The badger pinned him and there was this awful crack...
The badger threw Viper away and rolled. I was gripping its shoulders and barely managed to escape with my neck. My tail wasn't as lucky, though. By then I was howling to the skies and the badger raked my ears. Next I remember was my mother coming out of nowhere, and then... nothing.
I woke up to the sound of my mother shrieking (a most unpleasant sound, if I do say so myself). She was wailing over Viper, and when she saw I woke up, she snarled that it was my fault. She went mad; I had never seen her in such a state before. She chased me to the river, but it was only when I jumped in and struggled to the other side when she stopped following me, and last I heard of her, she was cursing my name.
The bones in my tail were crushed thanks to the badger, and I eventually lost the limb. I still have a scar on my ear from that fight, as well. I was seven moons old when I left my mother. Five moons have passed, and since then I've been alone."


Ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ

Family? ♒ "My mother was a gray tabby she-cat named Rayne. My father was a brown tabby tom like me, named Dusty. My sister was a pretty whitish-gray cat named Ariana, and she died along with my father in the cave-in. My brother was a creamy-colored tom with big blue eyes, named Viper. They're all dead now, though. I never thought it would be this lonely."

Mate/crush? ♒ "I don't think I'll ever like anybody, but maybe if the right she-cat came along..."

Other? ♒ Despite his past, Sparrowflit is ready to face the world with blazing eyes.





"Cᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ Sᴡᴀɴsᴏɴɢ."



Ｗｈｏ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ, ｒｅａｌｌｙ?

Name ☪ "My name is Swan(song). A little strange, a brown cat being dubbed 'Swan', hm? Well, my mother chose for me to be named thus because of my long legs, lush, wispy fur and lithe body."
Age ☪ "I am nearly twenty-two moons old."
Gender ☪ "Um... shouldn't you be able to see that I am a she-cat?..."

Ｉ ｐｒｏｄ ｔｈｅ ｐｕｄｄｌｅ'ｓ ｓｕｒｆａｃｅ.
Ｗｈａｔ ｄｏ Ｉ ｓｅｅ?

Appearance ☪ "I believe you have eyes, though it puzzles me on why you insist on using them." Swansong is a pretty long-furred slender she-cat with brown and cream tabby fur. She has golden-brown eyes, as well, and her ears are long and tufted. Her paws are oddly black against her pale body, and her long tail is tipped with black as well. She has very extensive white whiskers, and her chest, belly, and most of her legs are white.
Swansong does not have many scars, but her right ear is torn and cruel wounds are hidden beneath the soft fur of her neck.

Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｔｈａｔ ｍａｔｔｅｒｓ

History ☪ "...I don't mean to be rude, but I'd rather not talk about it." Swansong's parents were loners, and she was born in the gorge. Her father was named Larkspur, and he was a very handsome brown tabby tom, and her mother was called Petal and was a loving gray tabby she-cat with distinctive black and white markings on her paws and legs. Swansong had one sister and a brother who were twins, and were the spitting images of Petal. But Swansong had always taken after her father, both in mannerisms and looks, though she had inherited her mother's paw and leg markings. She was born one day after the twins.
The den where Swansong's family lived in was very close to the river, which brimmed with fish even in leaf-bare. Larkspur often hunted for fish and taught Swansong how to hunt for water animals and how to swim.
Then one day, the impossible happened. A severe epidemic swept through the forest; it seemed to be a sort of foaming sickness, and would leave the victim with incurable spasms that would get stronger and stronger, and eventually lead to a slow painful death. Petal was untimely killed by this disease, and Larkspur attempted to lead the broken family despite his own clawed heart.
There were very few predators in the gorge, but many cats remember the time when a dog pack roamed the valley. Swansong's littermates were torn asunder while she herself was pinned beneath the paws of a huge dog, forced to watch. Then she was pounced upon by two smaller slavering mutts, and her chest and neck were badly torn. Larkspur eventually managed to fight off several mongrels and grasp Swansong by the scruff. It took a very long time for Swansong's wounds to heal, and her father died of his injuries and of a broken heart shortly after.

Personality ☪ "Cats have always said I take after my father." Swansong is a polite, kind cat that is quiet, shy and yet always cares for others. She can never stand seeing others in pain and can sympathize with cats that had lost their families - just like her. She loves hunting and especially enjoys hunting for fish, keeping in mind that this was her family's favorite type of prey. She is okay at fighting, as well, but never enjoys it. She prefers to negotiate with words before unsheathing claws. She shows an interest in herbs and healing, as well.


Ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ

Family ☪ "My father was named Larkspur, a brown tom. My mother was named Petal, and she is the best mother I can ever ask for. I had two siblings, and they were only one day older than me. They were twins; my sister was Lilac and my brother was Aster. They all had flower names, which I used to find pretty funny. I marked their graves with flowers myself."

Crush/mate? ☪ "No, not at the moment. If the proper tom comes by..."

Offspring? ☪ "None."

Other? ☪ Swansong is not a cat to be easily scared. She will look at danger with blazing eyes and do her best to claw its face off.

the headings 'Sparrowflit' and 'Swansong' were made by using fontmeme
RP, Sparrowflit's picture, form layout and characters made by myself (legolas~greenleaf)
Swanson's picture is NOT mine

[Greenleaf]

We are now accepting! please read everything first before making a form. :3

[Greenleaf]

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[aiu]

ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴘᴀᴡ
ї jц₴т щaппa яци

Hello. Who's this?

Name ;; Clearpaw. He was named for his pelt. His mother debated calling him Snowkit, but it was decided against because she thought it plain. His name will be Clearpelt when he becomes old enough.
Gender ;; Although his voice a bit high-pitched, it's fairly obvious that he is a tom.
Age ;; He's just barely 11 moons, which means he is hoping to have his warrior name sometime soon.
Family ;; Jayeyes (Father, missing); Dovefur (Mother, deceased); Cloverkit, Bluekit, Winterpool, Irispaw (Siblings, deceased); Blueblood (Sister, missing); Spiderfang (Brother, living).
Rank ;; When he becomes part of WaneClan, he will be a Fighter's apprentice, despite his brother being against this. He is also the Faithful cat of the prophecy.

Glance into the mirror.

Short Description ;; A small, skinny white tom with brown eyes.
Detailed Description ;; Clearpaw is very small, even for his age. He looks a little fragile, and has spindly limbs. His fur often looks a little unkempt, but the reason for this is quite unknown since he wishes for nothing more than to have a beautiful sleek and smooth pelt like his brother. His eyes are often shining and, despite their dull color, are perhaps the most striking feature about him. His ears are also rather noticeable since they are particularly big. Sadly, when he was a kit, he lost most of his tail, leaving only a little stub. He doesn't remember how he lost it and Spiderfang refuses to tell him.
Scars/Noticeable Marks ;; Besides his mostly missing tail, Clearpaw also has a scar on his nose from a rose bush when he was still just a kit.

Gaze into my heart.

Personality ;; Clearheart may be happy enough, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t serious. For the most part, he takes every situation more serious than it needs to be. Jokes don’t really exist and pranks are cruel (well, they generally are). Mostly, he is just quiet. He often thinks about the needs of the many rather than of himself or of one singular person. While this can be a good thing, it also means he would kill a cat infected with an incurable disease without a second thought. He latches onto pretty much anyone he meets who shows him kindness, which Spiderfang claims to be because of his abandonment issues.
History ;; Clearheart obviously doesn't remember much of his first few months. His earliest memory is his sister from the same litter, Cloverkit, being killed by his father for yowling too loudly. Needless to say, Clearheart was very careful to be quiet from then on. After that, he noticed that the smell of blood followed him and his family wherever they went. At this time, they were rouges, so he always thought, when they traveled that the horrible scent would go away. It wouldn't. It was stuck in his father's, Jayeye's, fur. He was too young at the time to understand, but his father would kill most anyone that passed them, unless they were members of Clans. When these random passer-by's were scarce, he would end up killing a family member instead. Those he killed include: Irispaw, Winterpool, Bluekit, and, his mother, Dovefur. The death of his mother was very traumatizing for him since he was very close to her. She was his protector. Eventually, the three remaining children--him, his sister Blueblood, and his brother Spiderfang--were able to escape without being killed. On their exit, they were caught, but Blueblood stayed behind to distract him while the younger two escaped. Clearpaw dosn't not know what happened to Blueblood, but he hopes that she is alive. This was not long ago and they have been on their own for only a few moons. During that time, they’ve made their way to the gorge.
Phobias ;; Clearpaw's biggest fear is become like his father, which may be more likely to come true than he thinks. A phobia that follows close behind that is losing Spiderfang. When he was a kit, he also developed hypnophobia, the fear of sleeping, since he was often worried that he would be killed while he slept. If Spiderfang is watching him, he might fall asleep, even though it is still rare.
Skills ;;
- Loyalty. Sure it can go a bit overboard, but sometimes it's hard to find that one friend that you know will never gossip behind your back.
- Sleeping. Even if it does make him tired, he has several extra hours of time awake. He definitely knows the comings and goings of the world.
- Awareness. Again, he may be tired, but he knows how to pay attention.
- Hunting. He is very graceful, and therefore very quiet. He can sneak up on almost anyone, making it easy for him to hunt.
Weaknesses ;;
- Jumping. Every since he was little, he's had weak leg muscles, making jumping high hard for him.
- Fighting. Despite the fact that he is going to be an fighter's apprentice, it is merely to be more useful to the Clan. In the end, he is a much better hunter.
- Speaking his mind. Sure, he's quiet, but he has an opinion and he will tell every 'stupid mouse-brain' what it is.
- Swearing. Okay, this isn't really a weakness, but rather a habit. Oh well, it's going here anyways. This habit most likely comes from his father's own habit of doing so.
- Anti-social. Even though he latches on to people, Clearpaw is certainly not social. He has a hard time making conversation (he also avoids it) or having any strong relationships with cats. 'Latching on' means mostly that he copies other people as well as pay special attention to them.
- Secretive. If you want information, you should definitely not go looking for it from Clearpaw. Not only is he secretive about what has happened to him, but also about what goes on in his Clan (when he has one).

Please continue.

Love Life ;; As of yet, non-existant. He has not met anyone yet, and probably won't for at least several more moons.
Theme Song ;; "I Just Wanna Run" - The Downtown Fiction
Other ;; N/A
Author's Notes ;; Images not mine, but the editing is. These characters and the layout belong to me! Please do not use or recreate them in any way shape or form. I will come after you with blazing eyes if you do.

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Hello. Who's this?

Name ;; Spiderfang. He may have a white pelt like his brother, but his spindly limbs and long front teeth are much more noticable.
Gender ;; The moment you meet him, it is easy to tell that he is a tom.
Age ;; He's 25 moons.
Family ;; Jayeyes (Father, missing); Dovefur (Mother, deceased); Cloverkit, Bluekit, Winterpool, Irispaw (Siblings, deceased); Blueblood (Sister, missing); Clearpaw (Brother, living.)
Rank ;; When he joins WaneClan, he will become a hunter.

Glance into the mirror.

Short Description ;; A white tom with long, spindly limbs.
Detailed Description ;; Spiderfang is, like his brother, very small. Any height he might have comes from his thin and spindly legs, most obviously his most distinguished feature. Unlike his younger brother, his eyes hold no sparkle, even thought they are the same color: a dark brown. His pelt is a pristine white, but is much more shiny and smooth than his younger brother's. He is very thing, maybe to the degree that it is considered unhealthy on the first look, but it's actually just naturally and there isn't any need to worry about it.
Scars/Noticeable Marks ;; Spiderfang may have perfect fur, but it is certainly dotted with scars. Most of them are small and hardly noticeable, but they look deep if you want to look close enough. Almost all of these scars are from his father. He also has unusually large fangs that may tend to scare people off.

Gaze into my heart.

Personality ;; Spiderfang is a quiet and rather emotionless tom. He rarely shows any true feelings, due to that fact that he believes it is rude to pile ones own worries and feelings on others who already have their own burdens. He is very polite to everyone (excluding his parents) and often frets over offending other cats. While this should make him a nervous person, he is actually rather level-headed, but he may take way to long to think on how to reply in conversations. He obviously has a hard time fighting (face it, it is rude), even to protect his own self. However, he is very protective of his younger brother, seeing how he is likely the only person he has left. Those who knew him well, know that he has lost a lot of hope in the world he as lived in, and his faith in StarClan is slightly fading.
History ;; Spiderfang was born a litter earlier than Clearpaw, making it so his expirence with both Dovefur and Jayeye much longer. He knew that Dovefur had just as much issue with killing as Jayeye, in fact, she was the one who killed Cloverkit and took off most of Clearpaw's tail. He doesn't wish Clearpaw to know this since he wants him to remember some happiness in his childhood. He witnessed the death of almost all his siblings (not Blueblood) and of his mother before deciding to run. He didn't make it far, just to a kittypet house just outside of where they lived. There he met a beautiful black she-cat called Somber. Despite the fact he didn't get to stay long, he grew to like her very much, and, when he was caught by his father and brought back (surprisingly, he was saved because of a loner that passed by earlier that day who took his place in dying) he went back to her often. He did not try to run again without his siblings. After some time, Somber and Spiderleg admitted that they did truly love each other. Spiderleg swore that he would come back with his family and they would leave together. Days later, Somber told him that she was going to have kits and that he was the father. Spiderleg was overjoyed and more determined than ever to escape. He hurried back to his home to tell Clearpaw and Blueblood the news. He came home only to Somber's lifeless eyes staring at him in his own bed. Spiderleg was completely broken, but Blueblood convinced him that they should leave that night, if they could manage it, when their father was gone on a hunt for fresh blood. They had never attempted--together--to leave before, fearing their father's wrath, but enough was enough. As they were leaving, they were caught by Jayeye and Blueblood attacked him, spurring the other two to run. They did not need to be told twice and they fled to a life of their own. Spiderleg still hopes to find his remaining sister, convinced she is alive. He also grieves the death of Somber heavily. While he did not live in the gorge previously, they have wandered there and stayed because he feels as if there is the slightest bit of safety there, even though there probably isn’t.
Phobias ;; Spiderfang has a fear of becoming too attached to someone, since he believes he is a bad luck charm. Anyone who he gets close to will get killed (this is why he is very protective of Clearpaw). Who knows? Maybe he's right. Angrophobia, the fear of anger, also plagues him. This phobia includes being yelled or screamed at, even if it is not directed in an angry way. Oh, and becoming angry at Clearpaw counts too.
Skills ;;
- Listening. No matter what, even if he is in the middle of battle, if you have something to talk about, he will listen. Not only that, but it makes his hearing great and he can often pick up little details that others don't.
- Polite. As mentioned before, Spiderfang is very--almost overly--polite. Some people may find this annoying, but all the same, it is a good quality to have.
- Hunting. Like his younger brother, Spidrfang's small build gives him the advantage of being quiet, making him a good hunter.
Weaknesses ;;
- Somber. This may seem like an odd thing to list, but to tell the truth, if he meets any black-pelted she-cat, he is most likely to react badly. If he ever had to engage himself in a fight with one, there is a chance he would let them win or even kill him before he struck her.
- Indifference. This can be good in some situations, but sometimes he should really speak up for himself, or at least go against something that he thinks is wrong.
- Judgmental. Spiderfang is quick to judge and usually bases his entire opinion of you on your first meeting.
- Loud Noises. If you wanted to beat Spiderfang in a fight, it would be all to easy to yowl loudly and watch him curl up on the ground. His sensitive ears can't take it.

Please continue.

Love Life ;; Since Somber, Spiderfang has not met anyone else. Unless someone very, very special comes along, Spiderfang may die before he gets a mate.
Theme Song ;; "A Boy With a Coin"- Iron and Wine
Other ;; N/A
Author's Notes ;; Images not mine, but the editing is. These characters and the layout belong to me! Please do not use or recreate them in any way shape or form. I will come after you with blazing eyes if you do.

[Keriae]

reserved for the fighter <3

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ｓｈｅ－ｃａｔ ♛ ｔｗｅｎｔｙ ｅｉｇｈｔ ｍｏｏｎｓ ♛ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｇｈｔｅｒ

ｔｈｅ ｂｅｇｉｎｎｉｎｇ

name - grey. her clan name will be greyfeather, the prefix for her current name and the suffix feather will be given to her for her agility and lightness. it also serves to disguise her true nature as an excellent fighter.
age - this she-catnis twenty-eight moons old.
gender - grey is female.
rank - currently, she is a rogue, and feared for it. when she joins the clan, she will become a fighter.

ｓｈｉｍｍｅｒｉｎｇ ｒｅｆｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ

fur - blue broken mackerel tabby, more commonly known as grey tabby.
eyes - pale green.
physique - slim, but lithe and muscular; she's stronger than she looks.
scars - her right ear has a big tear in it; a scar runs across her left shoulder to almost her elbow; a four small scars on her right haunches; the very tip of her tail is missing.
identifying features - long whiskers and large ears.
scent - her fur carries the aroma of cinnamon and pine.

ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ ｄｅｅｐｅｒ

personality - grey is well known for her fierce, spit-fire personality and barbed tongue as sharp as the claws she uses to make deep wounds within flesh. she's the sort of cat to protect her territory quickly and enforce words with the flash of claws. she's aggressive and tends to stalk around rather than prance gracefully like many other she-cats. grey is a force to be reckoned with and she will not hesitate to protect herself. she looks out for herself more than others, and tends to be emotionless upon meeting and living with other cats casually, but eventually her wall of ice will melt away and you'll find a cat to depend on who will (eventually) protect not only herself, but those around her. she has a small weakness for kits and will do anything to protect the small scraps of fur, although she pretends to hate them and actively tries to stay away from them; she's not the sort of cat to have kits for her own and believes that love is for fools.
history - grey was born twenty-eight moons ago during the night in a den nestled under the roots of a sweet-smelling oak tree. her mother was a pale silver tabby with blue eyes, a soft cat who followed every whim of her mate, a powerfully-built tom with a strong attitude, a brown tabby with dark green eyes. grey never knew her parents' names, for she simply called them "mother" and "father" while her mother never spoke to her mate and her father never used his mate's name. a tom and a she-cat were born, but the tom was weak and died not long after he was born, so grey does not even remember what he looked like, although she sometimes remembers the warm spicy scent of his fur. so her father threw every effort into making sure his remaining daughter was as strong and fierce as he was, and would be able to look after herself when the time came. from the time she could walk her father baptised her in the fire of combat and she was ready to live by herself at six moons.
around this time, her mother had a second litter of kits (four little toms, two brown tabby, a pure grey and a black) and with attention solely on them now, young grey stalked away in the night and found a territory for herself at the age of eleven moons. it was a taken territory, but her ruthless demeanour meant she could not pass the opportunity up; the ginger tom who owned the territory was sent packing. It is in the gorge, a part at one end with soft grass and many trees and streams. she has lived here for nearly a year and a half, and has secured her reputation.

With blazing eyes
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form belongs to me
character belongs to me

[Greenleaf]

{May I reserve the faithful. I'll start working on the form right now, and I'll post it on the same reply.}

(Alright, you may. Please PM me your form, though, before I allow you to put it up.)