ｃｒｅｅｋｃｌａｎ－ｈｉｇｈ ｓｅｍｉ ｌｉｔｅｒａｃｙ

[global concepts]

{ Alright, thank you. (: }

[lacke]

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ｔｈｅ ｃａｌｍ ｏｎｅ || ９ ｍｏｏｎｓ || ｍｅｄ． ｃａｔ ａｐｐｒｅｎｔｉｃｅ || ｓｈｅ－ｃａｔ

basics
name; cherrypaw
age; 9 moons
gender; she-cat
rank; med. cat app.
outside
fur color; calico-and-white
eye color; a beautiful turquoise color
scars; she has three claw marks on her cheek
deformations; none
inside
personality; calm, quiet, reserved
likes; hunting, climbing, smiling
dislikes; lightning, loud noises.
fears; drowning
someone special?
crush; none
mate; none
kits; none

description is a wip.











Nobody really knows where Cherrypaw got her calm trait. It seemed to appear out of nowhere. As an kit, she was rather hyper and outgoing, but as she aged and matured, she seemed to mellow out and go quiet. However, she isn't ALWAYS quiet, she just doesn't really talk unless someone talks to her, or she wants to talk to somebody. Or if she has to talk. Then its different. With her being quiet, it makes her appear shy and unfriendly at times, but when you get to know her, you will see that she is the complete opposite. This is where the 'reserved' factor also takes place. With her being reserved, she never really tells anyone how shes feeling, and she can often mask her emotions behind her smiles. She began to be reserved when her father had died from a fox.

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ｔｈｅ ｌａｚｙ ｏｎｅ || １６ ｍｏｏｎｓ || ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ || ｔｏｍ

basics
name; snaketail
age; 16 moons
gender; tom
rank; warrior
outside
fur color; brown tabby
eye color; pale green
scars; none
deformations; none
inside
personality; outgoing, lazy, reserved.
likes; water, thunder, hunting.
dislikes; awkward silences.
fears; falling from high heights
someone special?
crush; none
mate; none
kits; none

wip.

[ayomi]

@everyone- I want to start some time tomorrow night eastern standard time! Maybe around 4 or 5

[reynard]

-- Reserving a female warrior and a male medicine cat if that's okay. --

[ayomi]

{{Med cat is already taken!

[reynard]

{{Med cat is already taken!

-- Didn't even catch that. My bad. Teaches me to CS while in class. XD Reserve me a male apprentice then, and a female warrior. XD --

[ayomi]

okay! When will you be able to have your forms up?

[reynard]

--edit. How about now? LOL. XD --

{You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do}

Name: Nightsong
Gender: She-cat
Age: 34 moons
Rank:Warrior
Mentor: -----
Kin:

Mother - Ivyheart
Father - Owlclaw

Crush: Bluestar.
Mate: Not yet.
Kits: Not yet.

Personality:

Strong>> Nightsong is a very strong willed she-cat, who is not afraid to speak her mind. She puts her Clan before herself and any of her family. Some may call this foolish, some may call this ambitious, but Nightsong views this as what a warrior should be like, sworn to her clan. She is a senior warrior, receiving her name about three years ago, and therefore is not as reckless as some of the younger cats. With her determined ways, it is not surprising that she is the bane of apprentices, but she is very proud of how they turn around.

Stoic >>Very silent, she is a wonderful hunter, some can even debate one of the best. Not that she would tell anyone, as she is not the type to puff out her chest and boast to others, as she tends to be reserved about her merits. Although she may come off ever so slightly cold, she is simply distancing herself for the purpose of Clan. She is a strict follower of the warrior code, including the rule that states that the Clan is put before a single cat.

Loveable >> She is still susceptible to love, as odd as it is. When she is in a relationship, she tends to be a bit of a hopeless romantic, trying to be the best mate possible. Overall though, it is not uncommon to see her helping around the camp, hunting, or hanging out with elders learning about the clans history. Very tough, she can hold her own in a fight, and has. With shocking green eyes, one can describe her as a bit mysterious, as she is more of a silent, durable she. She follows orders to a tee...and enforces them as well, when she must.

Intelligent >>Nightsong is the type that does not take any flack. She is very hard to trick and fool because of her intelligence, which is surprising to some because she rarely talks long enough for others to realize how articulate the senior she-cat is. Nightsong is very good at planning, whether it be battle strategy or hunting plans. This is partially what allowed her to rise so high in her clan.

{When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave}

History:

Nightsong is proud to have been born in Creekclan to two Creekclan cats. Loyal through and through, she was raised by her very loyal mother...and ambitious father. Although he never succeeded, and ended up passing away because of his need to impress the leader, she did not turn out like him. He was very openly boastful and arrogant. No, Nightsong's mother raised her right, and taught her actions speak louder than words. When it came time for her to become a apprentice, it was a bit of a surprise when Dovestar, the leader at the time, herself took her on. Dovestar trained her properly, ingraining the warrior code and all elements of loyalty and the true, good type of ambition. Perhaps one can thank the passed leader for make Nightsong the cat she is, and setting her on the path she is currently walking. It was when they black fae was just an apprentice that she had her first taste of love...and heartbreak. Her fellow apprentice Darkpaw and her began a long courtship, extending all the way until they where warriors. That is when her heart was broken, as when they where given their names, she hoped that perhaps now they could be proper and true mates. But one of the older she-cats showed more interest, and already had more merits to her name. Looking for status, Darkstep went to her, crushing Nightsong. He and his mate died of greencough, and the fae did not grieve to much. It was then that she began to spend more time on her Clan than herself. For a brief time, she debated on joining the ancient order of the Medicine Cat, but realized it was more of a rash decision due to her recent heartbreak. From there, she began to be a regular at the Elders den, learning about the Clan she had grown to love. Eventually, she began to realize that young warriors where coming to her for advice. It was not long after she received her first apprentice, whom she trained to a warrior, only to see them claimed by the mountain a moon later. Since, she is always seen volunteering for extra patrols and trying to put her best foot forward.

Description:

Build

Tall but agile and lanky.

Fur Color

Black with a white stomach, white on her face, and white ears.

Eyes

Light Green.

Scars/Markings

Some scars around her ears, and a notable one on her flank from a border spat.

Short Description

A tall yet lanky fae, with long legs and a high carriage.

Lengthy Description

A small statured she-cat, with lanky legs and a agile build. She has very piercing green eyes, and her coat may be short, but is thick to keep in the heat, an adaptation. She has very little white on her, only a bit on her face and her paws. Although, oddly enough, both of the very tips of her ears have a touch of white. Her eyes have a touch of different shades of green, making her appear very mysterious.

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{You could say I'm a little bit crazy
You could call me insane
Walkin' 'round with all these whispers
Runnin' 'round here in my brain
I just can't help but hear 'em
Man, I can't avoid it
I hear voices}

Name: Swiftpaw
Gender: Tom
Age: 10 moons
Rank:Apprentice
Mentor:unknown at this moment.
Kin:

Mother - Larkwing
Father - Buzzardtail
Sister - Songpaw

Crush: None yet.
Mate: None yet.
Kits: None yet.

Personality:

Protective>> Swiftpaw is almost excessively protective at times. As well, when he gets a family, the she may find him a bit overly protective, but should not be offended, only happy that this a true sign. Occasionally smothering, some get irritated as they assume the thinks that they cannot protect themselves, but Swiftheart is merely remembering a time when he didn't protect his clan and his sister. Swiftpaw sees his whole Clan as one giant family, and he believes it was Starclans will that he treat them as if every warrior was a sibling, every kit was his own, and every apprentice his kin.

Strong >>Swiftpaw is strong both mentally and physically. If he doubts himself, one would never know due to the fact that he can make everything seem okay with one amber green sweep of his eyes, and a half quirked lip smile. Swiftpaw can hold his own in a fight, a mark of his growing muscles and changing frame. One can tell that he has lived wild, and worked hard, for were he is today. When he does have moments of doubt, he is usually found alone. Although, it is not always an act. Swiftpaw is the strong silent type, so getting him to engage in a lengthy conversation is a feat.

Mysterious >>Swiftpaw is like a riddle wrapped in a mystery wrapped inside an enigma. Although he is a relatively honest cat, he has a talent for telling half truths, or what he thinks other need to hear. It is rare to get the whole story, yet cats seem to respect and trust him naturally. It is not uncommon to see Swiftpaw sitting watching the clan, just observing them go about life. It is not a god complex, but just a comforting thing for him, a reminder on what he does what he does. Swiftpaw has a natural charisma to him, and is very commanding in presence. When he speaks, others listen.

Oblivious >>When it comes to love, Swiftpaw is a mess. Well, more in terms of the fact that he often fails to notice rather bold attempts to flirt with him. For many moons, Swiftheart has had a one track mind to serve his Clan to the best of his ability, as well as making sure his father didn't do anything horrific, occupied his time and attentions. Now that he has slowed down a bit, he has actually started to notice that his clan contains she-cat's aside from his mother and sister, and some of them are rather cute and endearing. This has caused Swiftpaw to begin putting out his feelers a bit more...but he still misses half of what happens and needs someone to practically slap him in the face and say "she likes you."

{My dad sayin', "Quit that team
And you'd be a quitter for the rest of your life"
And mama tellin' me to say a prayer
Every time I lay down at night

And grandma sayin', "If you find the one
You better treat her right"
Yeah, I hear voices all the time}

History:

Swiftheart was born to the beautiful she-cat Larkwing, who was truly the most beautiful she-cat in the Clan during her day. It was only bad taste and poor fate that ended her up with Buzzardtail, Swiftpaw and his sister Songpaw's lack wit father who had too much ambition than was good for him. Swiftpaw's father at first though his son was weak and worthless.Little did he know that Swiftpaw would grow to be smart enough to get very far in the clan. When Songpaw chose her path as a Medicine Cat, part of Swiftpaw was sad that he would not be able to train up next to her, to receive his warrior name with her. But after seeing how much she loved her clan, he too became devoted to the cats around him, working hard to become the best warrior he could be.
Swiftpaw had never gotten along well with his father. Larkwing and he had been very close, even up and after her death. Buzzardtail had always been an ambitious fool, and everything he did was to get him one step closer to the title of leader. Something happened, something in him must have snapped, because eventually, he stopped trying to get his goal in the right way. It was a short amount of time that shaped Swiftpaw's personality and fate permanently. Buzzardtail died in a tragic accident, that was not all too tragic. However, what was the horrible part of it was the fact that Songpaw was killed alongside her father, trying to protect him. To this day, that still has the senior warrior upset, that his sister died protecting his father, and not vice verse.
Larkwing and Swiftheart grieved for a long time. However, eventually they got over it. Swiftheart decided he would be everything his father wouldn't be, so he decided that when he had his own kits, he would raise them right when he became a warrior and a father. Larkwing passed away from old age, another blow to the steadfast warrior, but he still occasionally sees her in his dreams.

Description:

Build

Lean and muscular, tall.

Fur Color

Dark tabby with a white stomach.

Eyes

Hazelish.

Scars/Markings

A large scar on the bridge of his nose from the eagle he took the feather from.

Short Description

Tall, but a very healthy lean body.

Lengthy Description

Swiftpaw has a very strong looking face, with expressive eyes that are always guarded. He is very sleek, but there is no mistaking the muscle that ripples beneath his coat when he moves. With his different colors, Swiftpaw is a rather handsome cat, which is why it can be a bit confusing why he is not yet mated. Swiftpaw holds his frame in a very strong fashion, commanding respect. When he sits, he never slouches, but always manages to look gracefully comfortable.

[ayomi]

Accepted could bluestar and nightsong both have crushes on each other.?

[reynard]

Accepted could bluestar and nightsong both have crushes on each other.?

-- I would be okay with that. Warning though, Nightsong is a little bit...edgy. She's not quite sure what to do wither herself, very career oriented. XD --