melancholy season ↷

[grizzly.]

♕P U M P K I N -♕

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I've been sitting here,
Spinning in circles
While I wait for you
To sweep me off my feet
And make me yours.

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nickname;; pumpkin.
gender;; she-cat.
age;; 23 moons
birthday;; october
birth location;; next to a bank.
breed;; calico.
disabilities;; none physically.

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current clan;; none.
current rank;; rogue
current home;; dens in the forest.
past homes;; twoleg place

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undercoat;; white.
overcoat;; ginger, light brown.
patterns;; Pumpkin is a calico with
blotches of ginger and light
brown tabby all around her
body.
distinct markings;; her long fur and
tabby markings.
nose color;; pink.
eye color;; pale blue.
claw color;; clear.

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crush;; n/a
mate;; n/a
kits;; n/a
past mate;; n/a
past crush;; n/a
turn on;; what can a tom do
to impress Pumpkin? Simple. She
is looking for a tom
who is strong, independent,
smart and affectionate.
turn off;; What can they do to
turn her the other way?
Be a scaredy-cat, be foolish,
weak in both body and
mind, be a flirt, and
completely disrespect her.
status;; looking.

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｅｒ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx Twenty-three moons ago, a she-cat who went by the name of Dove's Wing, had fallen pregnant with a tom's, Eagle, kits. Although the she-cat was pregnant, she still offered to go out and hunt, and no cat tried to stop her, even hen she was noticably pregnant and was going to birth her litter at any day, any moment. One day it finially happened. While Dove was out hunting she had felt a sharp jab to her stomach as it cunvolsed. Desperatly seeking shelter the she-cat found a place near a bank. Unfortunetly while Dove was birthing her kits a hawk began circling above her head. Fear struck into the kit mother. After a while her kit had finially come. She gave birth to a she-cat. Glancing up towards the sky she saw the hawk still circling above. Returning her gaze to her only kit she supressed a smile as the labor had taken a lot of energy from Dove and she had lost a lot of blood. Nudging her small kit underneath a nearby pumpkin, she plucked a large leaf from the pumpkin and covered her kit with it, and moments later Dove had died, leaving her nameless kit to mewl for help. It was not long before two cats came and found the she-cat dead, only to have her kit be found by none-theless her father, Eagle. The tom was in shock, but he hid it well, thanking his ancestors for protecting his only daughter from death, and named her what had hidden her from the hawk's talons, Pumpkin.

xxxx Beyond Pumpkin's birth she was relatively treated as if she were a cat sent from the heavens to bless the she-cat for a daughter. She was very much so treated much higher than the other kits in the she-cat's litter, she suspected it was because of the lack of a mother in her life, and over the course of her first few weeks many thought she was too weak to live, but it didn't take much until this little kit was overfed, gaining a slight round belly that bulged out when she laid on her stomach, gaining her the name, Pumpkin. By the time she was able to fend for herself she was still slightly spoiled, but was also pushed the hardest to be the best, some say they pushed her to get rid of the roundness in her belly from when she overfed as a kit, but muscle had eventually replaced the kitten fat with muscle, and so keeping her small bulge in her stomach. She was often picked on by the cats for the slight bulge in her stomach she began to push herself harder and harder, wanting to desperatly to get rid of the bulge that made a permanent home in her stomach. Multiple times wishing she had died along with her mother she found herself curled in her feather-made nest crying until she fell into an uneasy sleep. When she became her full size a few moons later she did her best to do her job to the best of her abilities, and succeeded, which made the she-cat proud, but others teasing her about her stomach made her want to shrink away, find the comfort of her den and cry until she fell into sleep again, as she had done many times. She does well to hide her depression at times, and only some can tell that she is depressed most if notthe entire time.

xxxx Pumpkin wasn't always so negative about herself as she is now, she use to be a happy, self-confident, curious and friendly kit, but once she had become about the age of a warrior's apprentice, the bubbly kit seemed to slowly disappear into a depressed, self-concious, and negative, still keeping her curiosity trait though. Her being picked on for the uncontrolability of her stomach washed the bubbly kit that pranced around the camp into a cat that is shy, and speaks poorly of herself.

xxxx Pumpkin is deprived of having a mother's love, so this makes her vuneralble to a lot of things, as well as have a strong craving for affection and acceptence. She is a friendly cat, once you get past that shy wall that hides this cat. Although she will often speak down of herself and has given up on the idea of a tom developing a crush on her, ever getting a mate or ever having kits, which only adds onto the weights this she-cat refuses to reviel to others. No other cat knows about the depression and stress this cat holds on her shoulders, but this is fine with her, until the weight becomes too much for her to bare and she collapses.

character © me
form © Chandler Riggs
photo © unknown

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✯H A W K E Y E✯

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This isn't a fairty tale...
The troll does not get the princess,
The troll gets to stay under the bridge with his riddles.

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ- E Y E

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nickname;; Hawkeye
gender;; tom
age;; 37 moons
birthday;; December
birth location;; FawnClan nursery
breed;; tortoiseshell
disabilities;; none physically.

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current clan;; FawnClan
current rank;; warrior
past ranks;; kit, apprentice.
past clans;; n/a
past homes;; n/a

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undercoat;; brown
overcoat;; ginger and white
patterns;; Hawkeye's fur has a natural
dark brown, almost black
tabby patterns.
distinct markings;; n/a
nose color;; pink
eye color;; blue with splashes of green
and tan.
claw color;; clear.

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crush;; n/a
mate;; n/a
kits;; they're deceased.
past mate;; Gingerleap
past crush;; Gingerleap
turn on;; Unlike some cats, Hawkeye really
does enjoy when the she-cat
is strong, independant, smart and bave,
quite almost exactly like him.
turn off;; A sure way to ward
off Hawkeye would be to
be; easily jealous, extremely clingy,
and always in desperate need
of his attention.
status;; varying between open and not.

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx It was a very cold, and harsh leafbare that year, prey was extremely scares and cats feared for his mother, Drizzlepelt's life. They had fed her as much as possible without starving the rest of the clans, but the night she gave birth to her very first litter, the worst blizzard in many, many seasons had stricken the weak clan, and almost every cat believed that surely Drizzlepelt would die as well as the other kits she carried inside her, but StarClan was on our side. It had only taken multiple scarce hours before three kits were born; two toms and a she-cat.
No cat had a clue about who the father was, but Drizzlepelt had named her kits anyway, the largest tom was a solid grey with darker grey flecks tom, which she names Ashkit, in hopes of him one day gaining the name Ashfleck. The she-cat was a beautiful snow-white with only a few brown tabby patches on her head and a solid brown tabby tail; which she had named Frecklekit. The last was the runt of the litter; a splattered brown and ginger tortoiseshell tabby tom, whom she had named Hawkkit, yes the Hawkkit , whom is now known as our great Hawkeye.

xxxx Little to any cat's thought Drizzlepelt was having a forbbiden relationship with a tom cat outside of her clan, whom was known as Poppyfoot. Poppyfoot had demanded that Drizzlepelt give their three kits to his clan by the second night, when the moon was high in the sky. Needless to say Drizzlepelt caved. Two nights after her previous meeting with Poppyfoot she gathered her three kits; Ashkit, Frecklekit and Hawkkit, and ventured out into the frozen forest. It had been a tremendiously long walk for the three kits and Ashkit was capable of convincing Drizzlepelt to let them stop somewhere to warm up and get some rest. The beautiful she-cat had dug a snow den next to a tree and had curled around her three kits to keep them warm. The four had nodded off, but what seemed like ten minutes, which was really two hours, Drizzlepelt woke woth a jolt, realizing Poppyfoot would probably be irritated with her for being late. Nudging the kits to wake them up Frecklekit woke up with ease, being have squashed inbetween her mother and Hawkkit, next Hawkkit woke up, but was suddenly aware of the lack of warmth from Ashkit. Glancing up at Drizzlepelt, he had noticed that the she-cat's eyes were full of worry and dispare. Ashkit would not move, and his body became slowly cold. Seeing frizen tears well up in Drizzlepelt's eyes Hawkkit didn't understand what was going on, but his mother had picked him and Frecklekit up and burried Ashkit. Hawkkit screeched a protest, but the she-cat wasn't listening, she was drowned in grief.
When the three had made it to the border after yet the completion of their long journey Poppyfoot stood on the other side, looking irritated. The tom had demanded to know where the third kit was, but the hardness in his eyes vanished at Drizzlepelt's news of the dead kit, when the she-cat blamed the death of her kit on Poppyfoot, claiming him to be self-centered and heartless and to just leave. The tom cat had scooped up Frecklekit in his jaws and bent his muzzle down to prop Hawkkit on his neck, but Hawkkit wasn't intending on leaving his mother, or the place where his brother died and was now burried. Unsheathing his tiny claws he lashed at the larger cat, his tiny, fragile claws connecting to flesh and tearing it, just barely able to draw blood. A screech of pain errupted from the tom and with that Drizzlepelt had smiled at the kit she believed would be the one to die, but instead lived and had stood up to his father. Scooping up the tom kit she dashed away, back to camp, already foiling up a plot to tell the clan, deciding to make it seem like the kits had wandered off, and were unevitably never found.

Hawkkit grew up missing his sister and deceased brother, but never spoke of the truth of that night, to any cat. All through his kithood he obeyed his mother and the rest of his clanmates, proving that he wasn't weak and would make a great warrior someday. By six moons old Hawkkit was granted the name Hawkpaw, recieving Ravenwood as his mentor, this had annoyed Hawkpaw because the tom cat he was assigned to as his mentor had always looked down at him as if he was nothing more than the dirt underneath his paws, but this had only pushed Hawkpaw to do more, to prove to his mentor that he wasn't useless and that he could make yet a great warrior. Even though Hawkpaw had pushed for extra training from his mentor, he kept a close relationship with his mother, and by the time he was made an apprentice there was already another kit in the nursery, who was only three moons younger than the tom, the kit was a beautiful golden she-kit, named Goldenkit. Once Goldenkit had been made an apprentice and given Drizzlepelt as her mentor the two cats became even closer than they were before in the nursery, seeing as training time seemed to be training and time with his mother, as well as Goldenpaw, any free time he had he spent with Goldenpaw. It was clear to the entire clan that Goldenpaw and Hawkpaw were inseperable, and that surely they would become mates after recieving their warrior names, and sure enough it came true. Hawkpaw had recieved his warrior name a moon earlier than he was suppose to, due to the fact that he had risked his life to luer a curious fox away from the camp, of course afterwards he had heard an earfull from the worried Goldenpaw. Four slow moons Hawkeye had been impatient about Gingerpaw becoming a warrior, since the two weren't able to see eachother as much while she was training and he was out on regular patrols, and when four moons had finally passed Gingerpaw had recieved her name of Gingerleap.
The two cats had spent many moons together, unofficially being mates, as Hawkeye or Gingerleap hadn't asked the other yet, but when the two had been alone for quite sometime Hawkeye had asked Gingerleap to be his mate. There was no doubt about it that Hawkeye had loved Gingerleap, and that she had felt the same. Naturally she had accepted and in three short moons Gingerleap had given the announcement of expecting Hawkeye's kits. Drizzlepelt had been nothing but proud of her son, and offered to take care of her son's mate while he was out on patrols.
It wasn't long before the night of the arrival; three kits had been born, a she-cat and two toms, just like what his mother had bared. A strange feeling welled up in a knot inside Hawkeye's stomach, but he had ignored it and celebrated with his mother, mate and clan the birth of the three kits.
They had decided to name the two toms Nutkit and Pantherkt, and the she-kit Dawnkit.
Six moons after the kits were born, they were strong and healthy and were about to be given their apprentice names and their mentors, so Hawkeye went out to catch a delicious selection of prey for each of them to celebrate, but Hawkeye's hunt was cut off short when he had heard terrified cries in the distance, which had come from the direction of camp. Fear had set into Hawkeye's stomach and he raced towards the camp, his nostroles flared as they were smothered in the strong scent of a fox. Instinctly he had jumped to the course of action, capturing the fox's attention before luering the fox out and away from camp, returning with a limp in his hind leg, a scratch across his flank and a nick in his ear he watched his clanmates as they all looked at him, grief stricken and sorrow filled their eyes. After asking what had happened and whats wrong, eventually demanding to know what had happened, he was lead to the nursery, where Gingerleap, Nutkit, Pantherkit, Dawnkit and Drizzlepelt all huddled together at the back of the nursery, slaughtered and reaking of fox. The tom screeched in agony at the death of his loved one, his kits as well as his mother, and the clan had allowed the tom to take time to morne for the loss.
Over time Hawkeye's personality had changed; he had become less social, strict, stubborn, blunt and even mor courageous than before, and it wasn't long before he had been named deputy. Hawkeye accepted the offer, and now is helpping his clan, and dealing with the loss of his entire family, not claiming his father, Poppyfoot, or his sister, Frecklekit, who is now Frecklefoot, as family.

xxxx Hawkeye hasn't always been a cold, strict, stubborn, blunt and antisocial, he use to be the cat you'd see going around trying to prove himself worthy of being even in the clan, he use to be a loveing cat and a tom that would socialize with just about any cat in his clan, and even few outside of his clan, but something about the death of his mate, kits and mother all at one time had hardned the tom, changed him, making it nearly impossible for one to get close to him.

xxxx Since the death Hawkeye is not afraid to put a cat in their place when they step out of line, he is so very hard to convince or have change his mind once it's made up, it's nearly impossible, if not at times completely impossible to do so. Indeed at one time Hawkeye was charming, sweet and loving, and he would make even the worst of insults into a compliment, but now, if it's ment to be an insult, he won't rearange how you'd say something to make one feel better, if anything this tom would be called heartless by many now, and will speak with practically no emotion, making it difficult to determine his indecisive mood.

character © me
form © Chandler Riggs
photo © unknown

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[val velocity]

[ accepted, added them to the front. c: ]

[Electric~Lime~Zebra]

{{* falls over* thats a great form corgi! So much detail :3}}

[val velocity]

[ also, i'm about to assign apprentices.
i'll message who has who to everyone! ]

[grizzly.]

{{* falls over* thats a great form corgi! So much detail :3}}

(( Thanks! Hawkeye is a character I've been using quite often since it's easy to copy and paste his form after I spent a few hours developing his personality and history, Pumpkin I created originally as a Tribe Cat but I modified her form to fit this roleplay somewhat. Believe it or not, I did all of it on my phone. ))

[celestiaa]

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ＭＹ ＢＩＴＴＥＲ ＨＥＡＲＴ
ＩＳ ＧＥＴＴＩＮＧ ＪＵＳＴ Ａ
ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＢＩＴ ＦＲＡＧＩＬＥ

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overview & physical appearance

Cinderpaw is a scruffy little she-cat whose face is always decorated by a lingering frown. Her expression is always one of distaste or mild annoyance, as if she'd rather be anywhere else on the planet. As a result, she's always been associated with having a negative and aggressive temperament, which she eventually adopted over time. The prefix of her name was supposed to reflect the dirty ginger colour of her fur and her glowing brown eyes, which resembled the cinders of a dying fire, but that too became attributed to her fiery temper and the sharpness of her tongue. Yes, Cinderpaw's bark is just as bad as her bite, and the scathing retorts that usually come out of her mouth are never quite so savoury.

With a slightly crooked step and a small, skinny frame, Cinderpaw's not much to look at. Her gait isn't graceful at all - it has fluidity in a way, but the rhythm of her steps is uneven, like an irregular heartbeat. If you happened to watch her walk by, you'd notice this at once, but while watching her run during a hunt, or a pursuit of an enemy cat, perhaps, she seems as elegant as anybody else. Because of her slightly twisted back-left paw, her balance has always been a little bit off. A lot of practice was required to correct this fault of hers, but as a result, her agility in movement improved tremendously. The way she carries herself, however, remained the same; she walks with her shoulders hunched and her eyes pinned to the ground, almost as if she were trying to turn in on herself. This gives her a very unintimidating appearance and makes her highly approachable due to the vulnerability she displays.

Cinderpaw was born during the transition period between leaf-fall and leaf-bare; now, she is seven moons - almost eight - and an apprentice, like all of the other cats her age.

personality & what to look out for

Volatile and easily provoked, Cinderpaw's explosive temper is the first thing you should take note of. She has a hard time restraining herself when it comes to controlling her emotions, so she's an open book in this sense. It's quite easy to tell when she's frustration or annoyed or anything, since she practically cloaks herself with tension when she's roused. Fortunately enough, her frequent bursts of anger will die down if you give her a few seconds to breathe; after this, she'll (grudgingly) deflate and return to her normal, brooding self. Harsh words from her superiors will also calm her down pretty quickly, but if worse comes to worst, she'll have to physically claw something to blow off some steam.

Cinderpaw is also protective, but in such a way where she connects to things on an unconscious level. This includes but is not limited to her family members, friends, mentors and confidants, and certain places or things that are equally as important to her. As a kit Cinderpaw once stumbled upon a small circle of white birch trees close to the camp; the sounds of the forest there were blissfully muted, and the soil was moist and cool due to a recent rainfall. She returned there time after time, under varying circumstances - the atmosphere calmed her even at the peak of her most livid state, when her limbs trembled visibly with tension. This is one such place with which Cinderpaw formed a deep, mental connection.

family & relationships

If you haven't realized already, Cinderpaw was never one to make friends easily; her aggressive nature made it hard for her to converse with other cats. That's not to say she didn't try, though - just that all her attempts ended in tears, odd looks or a full-out, knee-scraping scuffle. She's always been a bit awkward and socially inept, but that all became her norm soon enough.

Cinderpaw's closest confidants are definitely her parents and brother. As family, they didn't really mind her temper or constant brooding, which made it a lot easier for her to relax around them. They are the only other cats who know her deepest secrets, greatest fears and most impossible dreams - without their comfort and aid, she surely would have turned into a bitter, wretched thing long ago.

trivia & credits

Cinderpaw's warrior name will be Cinderheart.


character (c) celestia.
a/n: ahh i really like how cinderpaw turned out uvu
i'm really excited to use her!

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overview & physical appearance

Xerxes. It's a name of royalty and of greatness, one that rings with authority and power. All those who have heard of Xerxes know him as an infamous tyrant, an unsung prophet-king and the leader of a fearless band of rogues. He carries himself with pride and though his expression is always carefully blank, betraying none of his emotions, Xerxes is always followed by an unmistakable charisma. His pelt is smooth as liquid silver, slashed with stripes of black and highlighted with pure whites and greys - a pelt of moonlight. Many have suggested that his beautiful pelt reflects his association with Starclan, but Xerxes scoffs at the idea. He doubts that the cats of Starclan, noble warriors and clan leaders alike, would whisper words of prophecy into the ears of a cat whose history is nothing but a trail of carnage and deceit.

[val velocity]

[ accepted! the mentors and their apprentices are, firepelt to jaypaw, birchpelt to bluepaw, sunfur to morningpaw, and hawkeye to cinderpaw. hopefully we will get two more users or four to fill in the left over ranks. ovo ]

[grizzly.]

(( A bitter-hearted and harsh tom training a bitter-hearted and aggressive she-cat...well this will be interesting.))

[val velocity]

[ haha, i didn't even think of that when i paired
everyone up. but yes, it will. also, anyone can be
working for the rogues and still in the clan, if you
guys want to be one if the cats from the front in
the opening part of the roleplay. c: ]

[val velocity]

[ bump. ]