melancholy season ↷

[grizzly.]

((I could make another rogue if you wanted me to, or another warrior that could work with the rogues.))

[val velocity]

[ no, it's fine. i think we'll just go ahead and
start, if everyone wants to do that. o u o ]

[sforzando.]

[ I'd be ready to start~ ]

[celestiaa]

[ no, it's fine. i think we'll just go ahead and
start, if everyone wants to do that. o u o ]

[ if the rogues are super integral to the rp, i wouldn't mind waiting/making a character;;
but i would really love to begin as well! uvu ]

[Electric~Lime~Zebra]

[ no, it's fine. i think we'll just go ahead and
start, if everyone wants to do that. o u o ]

[ if the rogues are super integral to the rp, i wouldn't mind waiting/making a character;;
but i would really love to begin as well! uvu ]

{{me too :3 }}

[val velocity]

[ ok, but for whoever is going to play the
prophet, i'd like for them to message me
before they start on the form, cause i
have an idea for it. c: ]

[indefinite,]

ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｂｏｒｎ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｆａｓｔ

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current name: briarfall
kit name: briarkit
apprentice name: briarpaw
warrior name: briarfall
age: twenty nine moons
rank: warrior
gender: she-cat
clan: fawnclan

good traits: brilliant, brisk,
humble, out of the box thinker
bad traits: too quick, negative,
judgemental, selfish, shy
label: the fast one
dreams: to travel
fears: not understanding
talents: being light on her feet

crush: tba [yo message me if you want to plan something. c;]
friends: tba [same as above]
kin: her brother, ridgebreak
enemies: tba [same as above]

fav. food: hare
fav. drink: morning dew
fav. color: forest green

full form to otter.

[Keriae]

ＥＡＧＬＥＳＴＲＩＫＥ

ｔｈｅ ｕｎｙｉｅｌｄｉｎｇ ｏｎｅ

tom ;; 37 moons ;; senior warrior

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
Name: Eaglestrike; given the prefix for his fur that resembles the mottled feathers of an eagle, and the suffix for his remarkable combat skills and style of hunting.
Gender: Eaglestrike is a tomcat.
Age: A hardened, experienced warrior, Eaglestrike is thirty-seven moons old.
Rank: senior warrior.

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Pelt Color: A sleek mahogany brown is the base colour to his fur, with winding and slightly curling charcoal stripes that identify this tom as tabby.
Eye Color: A blazing gold hue colours his optics, threatening and serious.
Build: Large, powerful with broad shoulders and rippling muscles.
Scars a torn, ripped right ear; a long scar on his left flank; a small scar on the side of his muzzle, running from the bridge of his nose accompanied by two smaller ones hidden by fur; and a thin scar on the inside of his left hind leg, curving briefly onto his stomach,

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Personality: A serious, no nonsense tom with a sharp tongue, witty mind and a rather aggressive attitude, Eaglestrike walks with a gait that demands respect and almost causes fear. He's quick to judge and even quicker to jump into battle with unsheathed claws and bared teeth, but he is unmistakably loyal and would risk his life for any cat within the Clan, no matter if they be the tiniest scrap of fur or the slowest and deafest elder. A smart mind, he'll think up plans that use the terrain to the full or weaken the enemy with waves of attacks. Eaglestrike certainly doesn't seem the kindest tom, with a rough, rugged exterior that is hard to break through, but he is undeniably a strong warrior and a good mentor. Stubborn he may be, not giving up an argument without good reason and full of pride that won't let him stand down from a fight but it can't be denied that Eaglestrike is a good warrior, although it may take some time to gain his trust.
History: "Pinestorm," a pretty blue and white she-cat whispered in a soft, gentle tone, her amber eyes shining with nerves, "Pinestorm, I'm expecting kits."
Her mate, a dark tabby brute, whipped his head around to glare at her with seething green eyes. "Then you are no mate of mine. Get out of my sight." He snarled angrily, and watched her go with no emotion. Every cat had been waiting for the moment when the mismatched pair would finally realise their differences and split, but none had been expecting it to be so harsh and sudden. Surely kits were a sacred gift, one to be cherished? But Pinestorm detested the wailing scraps, and made a point of staying well clear of the nursery at the best times. It only became worse when his former mate, Streamflower, gave birth to their single kit, a sturdy tom who bore his father's pelt.

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Scampering out of the nursery, young Eaglekit found the tom many whispered to be his father and rushed over, undeterred by his massive size. "Father, father!" he called, reaching the warrior's side and looking up, "Teach me some battle moves, father!" Pinestorm looked down at his son, disgust etched on his features, "I have no son." He sneered, getting to his paws and pushing the five moon old kit over with a quick flick of his tail. Eaglekit returned to the nursery, downcast. That night, he vowed to himself to never trust a cat without getting to know them first, and wrapped his tail around his curled frame, snuggling closer to his mother.

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A moon passed, and he became an apprentice. His mentor, a black tom bearing the name of Rippleclaw, was his mentor and taught him many valuable lessons, from the importance of chivalry, to the subtle art of hunting and the power of battle. He taught him that it was important to know not when to take a life, but when to spare one. He taught him loyalty and honour. At nine moons, Pinestorm died fighting a fox. It was no loss. At twelve moons, Eaglepaw became Eaglestrike. At twenty moons, he gained his first apprentice, who sadly died in a epidemic of greencough that also took his mother. He took part in many fights and battles, and he now wears his scars with pride; a torn, ripped right ear; a long scar on his left flank; a small scar on the side of his muzzle, running from the bridge of his nose accompanied by two smaller ones hidden by fur; and a thin scar on the inside of his left hind leg, curving briefly onto his stomach, all gained from that battle.
Family: A father who denied their relation - Pinestorm. A gentle soul of a mother - Streamflower. He had no siblings, and any kin of his parents is long since dead.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Kits: None

[Tally Marx]

[[i want to join but im a little confused can you answer 2 questions? there are no more apprentices? or can i make apprentices? i can only make two characters right? thank you]]

[val velocity]

[ @keriae, accepted, @indefinite, alright, she's reserved,
@tally, all the apprentice ranks are closed. the only time
there will be more is when the current apprentices are
warriors, and after page fifteen, which is also when kits,
queens, and elders become a rank as well as more than
just two characters. and saying that, the only rank that
is open right now is a rogue rank. also, could you send me
an example of your semi-literate posts because i was
making sure and checking through your posts and there were
none as far as i could see. ^^; ]