marshclan ;; the dark saga [not accepting new members]

[Pandle]

ｍａｒｓｈｃｌａｎ

ｄｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｅｖｅｒ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｙｏｕ'ｄ ｓｅｅ ｔｈｅ ｄａｙ
ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ'ｄ ｗａｔｃｈ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｆｅ ｇｅｔ ｗａｓｈｅｄ ａｗａｙ?
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For generations, Marshclan has thrived
in the tranquillity of the lower lake.
Protected from predators, the only
risk to the camp has been the lake
itself; each new leaf, as the mountain
snows melt the water level rises,
driving the cats from their home and
up-river toward the second camp.
But this year the snow melt came early,
unprepared and with the forest still
gripped in ice, Marshclan fled the
flood for their only refuge. They
had no way of knowing the
dangers ahead.

[Pandle]

--ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ

-------ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ

------ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ

Ｔｅｒｒｉｔｏｒｙ
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Marshclan's territory is expansive; the river marks the western boarder and is where both camps are located. Each leaf-bare the river freezes over, creating a plateau of ice on which the cats and their enemies can hunt upon. Although the frozen water proffers dangers of its own, especially for younger warriors inexperienced in the ways of the ice, it is the only reason the cats can survive. Pools of water can be dug free in the shallows and a continual supply of drinking water accessed, moreover, the fish beneath the surface gather in the reeds providing an easy meal for anyone with the strength to break through the layers of snow and ice above.

The green-leaf camp is down river on a small island knotted with pines and furs, the dense package of trees proffer shelter from the burning sun and the narrow stretch of land tying it to the rocky shore provides a deterrent against foxes, bears and wolves. The warrior dens are set beneath the broad trunk of an ancient fallen tree, thick bushes and ferns offering a back wall to the nests. Beside them a collection of boulders, rolled into position by the first generation of Marshclan cats, provide the ideal spot for the medicine cat's herbs to be stored. The medicine den, nursery and elders den sit opposite in a stretch of knotted roots, overhanging branches and boughs. The leaders nest is carved into a hollow trunk at the rear of the camp, its entrance masked by ferns.

Sweeping out from the camps are the stone cliffs. They rear into the skyline, perched with trees and shrubs that finally level off into the forest. Filled with bears, foxes and the rare wolf, the territory is filled with perils for a lone cat. Beyond the forest roll the meadows, they fall away to a second river which marks the eastern boundary. The meadows are known in leaf-bare to occupy and wolves and should be avoided at all costs. The north boarder occupies the stony platoons that lurch across the waterfall and, on the southern boarder, the forest continues rolling on beyond a band of open, shrubless land. The cats believe it to be cursed by Dark forest cats, in truth it's a fire-break created by humans to control the forest fires that rage the land in green-leaf.



Salmon, trout, carp
rabbits, hares, voles,
mice, blackbirds, robins, thrush


Leaf-bare
Light drizzle, snow
beginning to melt

foxes, wolves, bears,
fish-eagles, two-legs and their dogs.

[Pandle]

-----ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ

-------ɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

--------ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ's ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ

-----ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ

ｔｈｅ ｃｌａｎ
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Apple (now Applefrost) is an ex-loner
Storm (now Stormchaser) is an ex-rogue
Chester is a rogue
Raven is a rogue

Sunpool is father to Specklefoot and Cherryheart
mate with Dawnpelt (deceased)
Owlfeather and Shiftbreeze are siblings
Embereyes holds affection for Silverstreak

Pebblepaw -> Specklefoot
Heronpaw -> Applefrost
Littlepaw -> Cherryheart
Otterpaw -> Shiftbreeze
Amberpaw -> Grayeye
Finchpaw -> Silverstreak
Maplepaw -> Shadowfoot
Fernpaw -> Embereyes
Sagepaw -> Blackheart

Leader ;;
Saltstar ; she-cat ; 40 moons ; link ; played by ash.

Deputy ;;
Embereyes ; tom ; 29 moons ; link ; played by run & hide.

Medicine cat ;;
Specklefoot ; she-cat ; 48 moons ; link ; played by Pandle

Medicine cat apprentice ;;
Pebblepaw ; tom ; 11 moons ; link ; played by marvel

Warriors ;;
Owlfeather ; she-cat ; 29 moons ; link ; played by indefinite.
Blackheart ; tom ; 37 moons ; link ; played by ~flyleaf~
Stormchaser ; she-cat ; 26 moons ; link ; played by Bones ♥
Shiftbreeze ; tom ; 29 moons ; link ; played by indefinite.
Silverstreak ; she-cat ; 22 moons ; link ; played by radioactive.
Spottyclaw ; tom ; 27 moons ; link ; played by ash.
Cherryheart ; she-cat ; 23 moons ; link ; played by marvel
Grayeye ; tom ; 26 moons ; link played by Scarshadow62
Applefrost ; she-cat ; 37 moons ; link ; played by Luminescent
Sunpool ; tom ; 62 moons ; link ; played by Luminescent
Orchidblossom ; she-cat ; 25 moons ; link ; played by run & hide.
Shadowfoot ; tom ; 25 moons ; link ; played by glockenspiel
Wolfgaze ; she-cat ; 28 moons ; link ; played by Brittle
Coldwing; tom cat ; 29 moons ; link ; played by Brittle
Sparrowflight ; she-cat ; 13 moons ; link ; played by RetardedUnicorn

Apprentices ;;
Finshpaw ; she-cat ; 10 moons ; link played by Scarshadow62
Heronpaw ; tom ; 10 moons ; link ; played by radioactive.
Littlepaw ; she-know ; 9 moons ; link ; played by button.
Otterpaw ; tom ; 6 moons ; link ; played by Pandle
Amberpaw ; she-cat ; 8 moons; link ; played by glockenspiel
Fernpaw ; she-cat ; 10 moons ; link ; played by Ａｕｔｕｍｎ Ｆｒｏｓｔ
Maplepaw ; she-cat ; 10 moons ; link ; played by NaturalHarmony
Sagepaw ; tom ; 16 moons ; link ; played by Brittle


Kits ;;
Scorchkit; tom ; x moons ; link ; played by Bones ♥

Elders ;;
Honeytail ; she-cat ; 171 moons ; link ; played by Luminescent

Loners and rogues ;;
Chester ; tom ; 14 moons ; link ; played by Ａｕｔｕｍｎ Ｆｒｏｓｔ
Raven ; tom ; 32 moons ; link ; played by box.

ｔｈｅ ｒｕｌｅｓ
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Literacy ;; I would love this to be a higher literacy roleplay, however I know that warrior cat roleplays don't always provide the perfect setting for such. I expect, therefore, a minimum of one paragraph consisting of 8 sentences. More is great, and preferable, but I would rather people posted than struggled because of pressure to reach a certain length. Quality over quantity. Grammar and punctuation should be accurate (mistakes are fine, I'm not expecting perfection so long as it's readable).

Site rules ;; I really hope I don't have to say this, but of course site rules apply. Anything that breaks rules will be removed and the poster warned (and I really hate warning people). If there's something you're not sure of ask me! I became a roleplay mod to help people out and I far rather you ask then you sat in silence and never found out. Alternatively, send in a help ticket if you rather not ask me directly. The rules are located here.

Characters ;; You can make as many characters as you can keep active, preferably try to keep the gender balance even or thereabouts. To allow as many users a chance at playing higher ranks you may only have one cat as medicine cat/apprentice, deputy or leader at any one time.

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ｓｐｅｃｋｌｅｆｏｏｔ

Name ;;


Specklefoot took her warrior name when she
was twenty seven moons of age; her
previous mentor Thornfur, pounded
knowledge into her until the day his die,
protesting at every opportunity that she was
incapable and unprepared for the role of
medicine cat. As such, it took until his death
for the feline to take up her final name and
slip into the role she had trained relentlessly for.

Age ;;
The she-cat has grown old gracefully, at the
age of forty-eight moons, Specklefoot has
served the clan loyally as medicine cat for
twenty-one moons.

Personality ;;
Once a youthful spirit filled with a hunger to learn and please those around her, Specklefoot has mellowed into a feline of patience and dedication. More of a motherly being, though she has no kits of her own, she seeks none of the excitements that her younger clan-mates do, instead she potters around camp and its nearby locations, content to gather herbs and lose herself in search of answers from Starclan. Although she's older than most cats in the clan, Specklefoot has not lost her wit and sharp tongue, nor has she misplaced her wicked sense of humour. Happy to play tricks upon those closest to her, she enjoys the company of her friends despite her periods of lengthy silence and thought. Old age has left her muscles weak and her immune system less able to withstand sickness.
Appearance ;;
Despite her age, Specklefoot is not frail and immobile; her pelt of charcoal is, unsurprisingly, speckled with fibres of ivory. They circle around her chin, dribbling down her chest and beneath her belly where the darkness of her pelt reclaims domination. Unusual, sharp eyes of fire peer from her face and bore the emotional passion she harbours onto her comrades. Her build is far from muscular, and what muscles she does possess are rapidly losing definition, her tail is elegantly long with a small kink in its end, bending the tip leftward.

History ;;
The second litter born to Dawnpelt and Sunpool, Specklefoot lived comfortably as a young cat with all intentions of following in her mother and father's paw-prints by becoming a faithful, relentless warrior. Accepting her apprentice name the young colleen practised enthusiastically for three moons until, mid-leaf bare, a dreadful storm struck the camp. The trees took light and, trapped in the camp, it was a desperate scrabble to safety. Although none of her family perished in the accident, friends and kits had. They died because, though warriors and apprentices had pulled them to safety, there was no treatment for their wounds that could prevent them joining Starclan. Chilled by the memory, Specklefoot struggled to enjoy her apprenticeship and suggested that she train as a medicine cat instead. Her tutor was ruthless and displeased, he perceived Specklefoot as nothing more than a doting mother, incapable of making informed choices and safe-guarding the clan. Shortly before her twenty-second moon, Thornfur died in a fox attack. Ever since, Specklefoot has cared and cherished her role as medicine cat.

Ｏｔｔｅｒｐａｗ

Name ;;


Otterpaw doesn't take his name due
to the colour of his mottled grey pelt,
rather because of his preference for
rolling on his back, paws gathered on
the dappled fibres of his belly as he
mimicked the otters occasionally seen
in the river.

Age ;;
A newly made apprentice, Otterpaw is just
six moons of age. He has no concept of hard
work or what it means to follow the warrior
code, he's more anxious about meal time.

Personality ;;
Young and incredibly foolish, Otterpaw is a tom cat lacking in sense and brawn. Having never explored the territory and knowing only the walls of the camp and the river around it, Otterpaw stupidly believes that he can take on anyone and anything without the aid of a warrior. Stubborn minded and head-strong he doesn't meant to be rude or insulting, instead it's just one of the many airs he gives as he parades around the camp. Otterpaw has never known the meaning of hard work and he'll protest loudly to the concept. Perhaps one day he will mellow out, forget to whine and plough whole-heartedly into serving the clan, but until then he's an arrogant kit and a headache to his mentor.

Appearance ;;
Nothing more than a kit out of the the nursery, Otterpaw is a tiny tom with slender proportions. His shiny, well groomed pelt of silver interlaces with ivory across chest and belly, and his slippers are adorned in crushed pearl. A handsome youth, his appearance makes up for what he lacks in personality and, after six moons or so of relentless training, his muscular anatomy would make a pleasing sight for sore eyes.

History ;;
There is little of interest to Otterpaw's history; an apprentice who has lived comfortably in the sanctuary of the camp since his birth, his mother Wolfclaw died when he was two moons old due to greencough, ever since Specklefoot, the medicine cat, has dotted on him with motherly affection.

[sonya;]

Feral%20Cat-web.jpg

You
Can't
Outrun
The
Dark

Blackheart

Name
Do names really matter? Well, I'm Blackheart if you really need to know.

Age
Now you want to know my age, pfff! I'm 37 moons! Do I look like an elder!?

Gender
Really.....I'm a queen...You fools! I'm a tom!

Rank
Deputey, but if that's taken I can deal with being a warrior

Personality
I am prettty hard to figure out, I'm mysterious, scary, and kind in a fun but strange way. Most cats call me strange, not fun...

History
Do I really need to answer this? Fine, as a kit I was thrown out of a different clan for being the medicine cats kit, and the leaders. They kept my mother in the clan because she was very experienced with herbs and knew how to cure sick cats quickly. My father was a mouse heart, saying I was not his kit and just throwing me out like that! He didn't even call me a kit, he called me it! The snow came down on my black pelt like soft white Starclan kisses but melted away into my coat of blackness. I became bitter after that night, the cold numbed my paws, and my heart. Stepping on a thorn wasn't a big deal, nor having them perice your heart. I was thrown into ablivion when a blizzard came, covering me in that thick white snow. I was even suprised when I saw a she cat dig me up and carry me hear. Yes, she was my salvation, my new mother, I did not care if she was medicine car or elder. All i knew is that this was were I now belonged, in Marshclan...Their I told you my story!

<3Love Life<3

Love Is Usless to Me

Crush
I don't beleive I have one, I never will, unless you can win my heart over

Mate
Are you serious! A tom like me? With a mate? I laugh at the thought!

Kits
NO! I laugh at it again!

Other
This good enough for ya??

[pumpkin.]

orchidblossom. twenty-five moons. warrior. she-cat. heartbreaker, troublemaker, dainty. may like shiftbreeze.
theme song: "lost in stereo" by all time low.

embereyes. twenty-nine moons. deputy. tom-cat. reticent, inhibited, prudent, loyal. may like silverstreak.
theme song: "kissing in cars" by pierce the veil.

[laf]

name;; Stormchaser
age;; 26 moons
gender;; she-cat

clan;; MarshClan
rank;; warrior
mentor/apprentice;; open

crush;; open
mate;; open
other;;

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ＴＲＩＰ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＰＡＳＴ

Stormchaser was born in the badlands, far outside of MarshClan's territory. She learned the harsh ways of a rogue early on. Stormchaser, then called Storm, was taught by her mother how to best steal food and attack without mercy as an apprentice-aged kit. She was a skilled fighter, and taken under the wing of her father, the leader of the small band of loners living in the wilds. Under his guidance, she became the most skilled and battle-hungry cat in the group. After her mother's death, Storm struck out on her own, venturing for the first time into the territory of MarshClan. She was found by a patrol and taken to camp. The then-leader recognized the fire burning within Storm as the same fire that used to rage within himself accepted her into the clan as a warrior. At 11 moons old, Storm was given the name Stormchaser and was welcomed into the clan. Stormchaser has never looked back.

ＤＩＧＧＩＮＧ ＤＥＥＰＥＲ

Stormchaser is a cat who seems very surly and unapproachable. She usually keeps to herself, silently going about her warrior duties. She regards her fellow warriors with a seeming indifference, not having any dislike towards them but simply not knowing how to approach them. Stormchaser can be a bit intimidating at times due to her large size and cold nature, but if you take the time and effort to try and get to know her a little better you would be surprised. She's a good-natured, supportive cat who lets her temper get the best of her sometimes. Stormchaser desires to have her own kits someday, if she could learn to love someone. For now, she's content with serving the clan and, occasionally, getting her paws dirty.

forum by;; Chandler Riggs

name;; Scorchpaw
age;; 9 moons
gender;; tomcat

clan;; MarshClan
rank;; medicine cat apprentice
mentor/apprentice;; [insert medicine cat name here]

crush;; not allowed
mate;; not allowed
other;;

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ＴＲＩＰ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＰＡＳＴ

Scorchpaw wanted to be a medicine cat from the time he saw the medicine cat treating his mother for greencough. His father was greatly disappointed in the path his son chose, however Scorchpaw kept his head held high through it all. Every morning, as a kit, he would run into the medicine den to help sort herbs and organize them. He had memorized the basic herbs and their uses by the time he could be apprenticed. He was, and still is, very eager to learn. At sunhigh, you can find Scorchpaw laying out leaves to dry or nosing berries back into his pile. At the first sign of sickness he tries to set up a plan for the worst-case scenario. He knows he's very overprepared, but carries on like usual anyways.

ＤＩＧＧＩＮＧ ＤＥＥＰＥＲ

Scorchpaw is a ball of energy from sunhigh to moonhigh. He's always out running errands for the medicine cat, collecting herbs, or checking in on the elders and kits. He's a determined, hard-working young cat who has had to put his pride behind him many times, such as when an elder had an infected tick bite beneath his tail or when a kit was having stomach problems. Scorchpaw is used to his bitter father's jibes at him, the fleeting glares shot from the other end of camp. He knows as his father's only kit a lot of pressure was put on him to perform well, and he tries to deliver on that promise.

forum by;; Chandler Riggs

[radioactive.]

❦ ❦ . Ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｍ ｗｉｌｌ ｅｎｄ．Ｉｔ ｈａｓ ｔｏ．

❝ And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cuz I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am. ❞
-by The Goo Goo Dolls

[ heronpaw ] - [ tom ] - [ 10 moons ] - [ the 'misunderstood' one ]

Ｉ'ｖｅ ｌｏｓｔ ａｌｌ ｈｏｐｅ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｓａｌｖａｔｉｏｎ．

ＮＡＭＥ ▸
------ heronpaw

☞ "the names simply heron paw"
☛ Heronpaw. It's no name of exquisite quality or uniqueness, but yet seemingly stands out as it fortells the object of the largely winged bird.

ＡＧＥ ▸
------ 10 moons

☞ "10 moons of moving from kit to apprentice"
☛ The young Heronpaw lives to 10 moons, claiming his position amongst the clan as an apprentice in training to follow down the path of a trusted warrior that contributes loyalty, and protection to a thriving clan.

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ▸
------ tom

☞ "how blind to lay undetermined that I am a tom"
☛ Tom. Male. It's the same thing when it comes to describing Heronpaws gender.

ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ ▸
------ mysterious

☞ "I'm like the shadow in protruding daylight"
☛ Handsome. Even ignored and self enclosing, young Heronpaw can't help but be a motion stopper. Full. That's all that really seems to support the young tom as his bodies structure molds more perfectly to fit the exquisite running and stealth of a hunter. With a lithe build that lays upheld by the lanky length of thin legs, it isn't hard to tell that the apprentice doesn't quite fit the usual appearance of stoned muscles and stocky build that would suit perfectly for charging through thick underbrush and taking on an enemy without a flash of fear. No. Instead, its a system that forms through delicate hands as thin muscles that hold the strength of quick movement wrap around long bones with the attachment of secure tendons and tissue. Stamina and speed hidden beneath a warm coat, the soft fur mixes in perfect contribution to the melted warmth of a milk chocolate Hershey's bar. Eyes wide and attentive to movement that goes unseen, the glowing irises fill with the golden yellow the oddly resembles the color of the most known lupine of the north woods. The wolf. Yellow eyes more dog than cat, most find the rude audacity to stop and take a hard moment to stare at a color that has sense then gone cold with missing emotions of anger and embarrassment. But in a place where kits tussle the dusty ground and elders moan and groan to a much created amusement, its hard to hold a grudge due to the uniqueness of your own appearance.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ▸
------ quiet

☞ "I'm a mystery to the ones that border around me."
☛ Quite, attentive, brooding. wip.

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ▸
------ painful.

☞ "why go through the past when there's so much to live in the future?"
☛ wip

ＳＩＧＮＩＦＩＣＡＮＴ ＯＴＨＥＲ ▸
------ none.

☞ "a young life to live, why bother?"
☛ Love is like a inevitable weakness playing to the terms of Heronpaw. It weakens strength and seemingly takes in the final result of a death with a withered heart.

ＫＩＮ ▸
------ none.

☞ "kin don't live my pictures of memory"
☛ A fallen father and a mother passed to the sickness of green cough, what else is there to tell of besides sadness that has no need?

ＯＴＨＥＲ ▸
------ nope.

☞ "what else is there that your interest forge's that is in need telling?"
☛ Nothing else to tell that could hold much interest, there's no need to stay and linger.

© of this form goes to indefinite,.
© of the character goes to me.
© of images goes to rightful owners.

❦ ❦ . Ｗｅ ｒｕｎ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｒｕｌｅｓ．

❝ This blood keeps me alive, but what is it that runs through you?
Electricity and wires, dictating everything you do.
You tell me that you hear me and all your memories are real,
But how do I know you don't just feel what you've been told to feel? ❞
-'Rules' by Jayme Dee

[ silverstreak ] - [ she-cat ] - [ 22 moons ] - [ the 'gentle' one ]

Ｔｈｅｓｅ ｓｈｉｐｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｃａｒｒｙ ｕｓ ｓａｆｅ ｔｏ ｓｈｏｒｅ．

ＮＡＭＥ ▸
------ silverstreak

☞ "silverstreak. It's nothing much of a specialty"
☛ Silver. The color coats the she-cats body, basking the names idea through her mothers mind the first sighting. 'silverkit' 'silverpaw' 'silverstreak'. The name continued through without hardship and always managed to match.

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------ 22 moons

☞ "young at the age of 22 moons isn't easy to tell that I've just reached a warrior?"
☛ Being a young warrior, the practice of the nitch is still the major set through her life.

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ▸
------ female.

☞ "why even ask a question that protrudes so rude?"
☛ Graceful, lithe body. It isn't hard to describe Silverstreak's gender when the delicate she-cats steps even list as feminie and generously female.

ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ ▸
------ lovely

☞ "its unusual to color so different from everyone else"
☛ Beautiful. It's a common depiction long sense gotten use to as the young she-cat has finally worked in notching down the embarrassment of head turning features. Slim body and delicate build, its obvious that the female s more structured for that of a hunter rather than the brute aggression of a fighter. Medium length strands of silky fur, her coat mingles perfectly with the flourish of the crisp snow of frozen snow crystals. And what's to depict her from the ice rather than the glimmer of sun reflecting eyes? One the electric shock of blue and the other a melted pot of honey mended hazel. Having heterochromia eyes, the oddity of the contrasting colors only sets apart the delicate, motherly appearance more widely. Quiet and self-imposing it works to have a body that agrees on level terms with a personality rather one that matches the opposite of actions. Small paws, berry pink nose, fur that continues to fluff out like that of the playful kits, erect ears that point up to the top, wide, doe eyes. Its all the identification of innocent love.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ▸
------ motherly.

☞ "how could I be so gentle in such a vicious family?"
☛ Sensitive, self-forgetting, independent. wip.

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ▸
------ common.

☞ "why bother with something to usual?"
☛ wip

ＳＩＧＮＩＦＩＣＡＮＴ ＯＴＨＥＲ ▸
------ none.

☞ "love is a gift in life that I'm not sure I'll find"
☛ Silverstreak knows love exists: for how could something so deep be made up to fit a story. But when no one took pride in the young she-cat as a kit or apprentice, it was a stricken idea that the fairytale skipped over her.

ＫＩＮ ▸
------ none.

☞ "eternity is just a myth. everyone dies"
☛ Life ends for everyone at some point, may it be young or old. And silverstreal had to come to the painful terms of this when a young brother was claimed for death at the age of a kit.

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------ none.

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xxxxname: cherryheart
xxxxgender: she-cat
xxxxage: 23 moons
xxxxrank: warrior

xxxxeyes: a soft sky blue
xxxxpelt: calico-and-white

xxxxgood traits: patient, calm
xxxxbad traits: shy, quiet
xxxxstrengths: staying calm,
xxxxquick to make a decision
xxxxweaknesses: doesn't trust cats as easily
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xxxxcrush: No tom has caught her eyes.
xxxxmate: none
xxxxkits: none
xxxxappearance:
Chreryheart is a small calico-and-white she-cat with sky blue eyes. Her small size makes her barely bigger than a full aged apprentice. Her fur is short, giving her the looks of a skinny cat, with long, lanky legs, and a long, feathery tail. Also, due to her small body frame, she also has small paws, which can be both a weakness, and an advantage. The weakness would be clumsiness and the advantage would be more faster paws when running, or going against a larger enemy. She has a scar running across her chest, and a few scars on her legs.
xxxxpersonality:
Cherryheart is a sweet and gentle cat who can get along with just about any cat in the forest. You have to really try before you start to get on her nerves, but she usually wont hold a grudge. She is very patient and doesn't get mad easily. Due to her shy nature, she never really talks, and if she trusts any cat enough, she will eventually open up. Though, due to her trust issues, she never tells anyone her problems, much less her feelings. However, if she ever gained a mate, she would, of course, tell them of her problems. She also is to friendly, and never gets mad, and can't ever seem to say 'no'.
xxxxhistory:
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xxxxname: pebblepaw - pebbleheart
xxxxgender: tom
xxxxage: 11 moons
xxxxrank: medicine cat apprentice

xxxxeyes: a dull green
xxxxpelt: white-and-brown

xxxxgood traits: thoughtful, creative
xxxxbad traits: defensive, stubborn
xxxxstrengths: healing,
xxxxleaning things quickly
xxxxweaknesses: skittish
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xxxxcrush: None
xxxxmate: none
xxxxkits: none
xxxxappearance:
Pebblepaw has a unique patter. His base coat is white, while he has patches of brown, which have tabby stripes hidden within them. His eyes are a dull, leaf green, causing them to stick out against his pelt. Theres one little twist to his body though. He has a short tail, just like his father had. Climbing up his legs are several tabby stripes. Hes rather scrawny, but he has some muscles in his legs and shoulders, though not much.
xxxxpersonality:
Pebblepaw is a rather stubborn, yet skittish young fellow. He normally stays quiet, but isn't afraid to speak back to anyone who disagrees with him. Even though his stubbornness gets in the way of his training sometimes, that doesn't stop him from being able to comprehend the skills his mentor teaches him at a fast rate. He absorbs the information into his mind like sponge, and can probably ace any test his mentor gave him. Also, he is quite defensive, which often gets him into fights, though he doesn't really mind. That much anyways.
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