long live the king ♜ warriors . open

[l i o n.]

{thank you c:}

[devious.]

- So when can we start?

[V for Kiyoshi]

Oh, Falconheart is 30 moons. I noticed I didn't add it to his forum. Sorry. ;-; ]]

[[ chemical reaction]

Ｔʜ ᴇ ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴏ ғ ɴ ᴏ ʀ ᴇ ᴛ ᴜ ʀ ɴ «
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name ; sagewing clan ; scarclan age ; 24 moons gender ; she-cat

❝Wʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛ?❞ she says sarcastically, leaning her head back in a laugh. "I mean, it's much easier to tell someone you want to fight them than it is to say you love them. Believe me." the cream tabby gives a warm smile and nods. "I'm Sagewing."
From just looking at her, Sagewing appears as a short, fluffy cream tabby with short whiskers and a long tail with striking green eyes. From a distance, she's stocky and slightly plump, as fur adds to her weight.
Her personality seems somewhat fitting for her. If you're an outsider, she will most likely ignore you, avoid you, and make it known that she doesn't like you. If you are her friend, however, she can be less cold-hearted and ugly but will sometimes become a control freak. She will treat you well, like another friend, but can occasionally be hurtful. Otherwise, she's friendly, sharp, and sweet, occasionally a kiss-up and will find her way into trouble.

General Info
clan ; Scarclan . age ; 24 moons . gender ; she-cat . rank ; warrior
mate ; N/A . crush ; bramblefrost [ if that's alright with foxflight ]. ; kits ; N/A

Personality
to outsiders ; cold and disgusting . to friends ; warm and welcoming
positive traits ; loving-life, loves to help out . neutral traits ; brave and excitable . negative traits ; troublemaker, kiss-up

Likes, Strengths, Weaknesses
likes ; hunting, fighting, training . dislikes; swimming, running, boredom
strengths ; hunting, fighting, running . weaknesses ; swimming, boredom

History
mother ; unknown . father ; unknown . siblings ; unknown
she refuses to talk about her history ; "Nothing worth sharing," she claims

[obeisant]

You're accepted, and we can go ahead and start. I'll post in a few minutes. }

[obeisant]

↳ Ｂ Ｒ Ｉ Ａ Ｒ Ｓ Ｔ Ａ Ｒ ↲

[ tom ] [ 32 moons ] [ scarclan ]
rank ;; leader
crush ;; none
tags ;; none
apprentice ;; none

As it always seemed to be it was an early morning for the thick tortoise shell cat as he walked calmly along the forested ground. His claws remained out, their ivory color reflecting the sun whenever the beams happened to catch; the claws were one of the many things to notice. Others included the way he walked, body tense as if he were ready to pounce. The way his eyes seemed to catch every detail without even moving was another. The most noticeable were the long pink scars standing out against his dark fur, the three on his back as well as the three on each shoulder from when a cat had tried to grab him there. Briarstar carried the wounds with pride, for he felt they spoke of the troubles he had not only faced but overcome. That they proved to any cat that he was not one you wanted to upset. He especially carried this though as he entered his clan's camp, a group of strong and proud cats who could wipe their enemies clean from the slate. And he was the one who bred their hate. The tom stopped by the trees, sitting down with his tail curling around his legs and paws as he awaited his clan's awakening.

↳ Ｂ Ｌ Ｕ Ｅ Ｍ Ｏ Ｏ Ｎ ↲

[ she-cat ] [ 22 moons ] [ arrowclan ]
rank ;; warrior
crush ;; tigerwhisker
tags ;; none
apprentice ;; barkpaw

It was a late morning for the small cat as she finally opened her eyes to the heat of the sun. Of course, it may have also been the small droplet of water that fell to her head and settled directly between her ears. With a sigh the warrior pulled her head away from where the droplet had come from in order to peek further out. The sun had risen high and was now peeking through the leaves of the trees which meant it was mid-morning. She stood up, dipping her back both forward and backward as her legs extended for a stretch. She was a small cat, that much she accepted, but even her legs still needed stretching. She slowly walked from the den, adjusting to the sudden onslaught of light that pierced the above canopy. It was to be a good day for training, one that Barkpaw was going to need if he planned to make warrior in just a short few moons. Sighing the warrior headed towards the apprentice's den, planning to wake her very own apprentice for an early start.

[l i o n.]

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‡ M A P L E F L O W E R.
{she-cat} {15 moons} {dreamer}
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Arrowclan
Relationship: n/a
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Mapleflower launched out of the warriors' den at full speed, her blue eyes bright, her thick pelt fluffed up. The young she-cat glanced around excitedly, more than ready for what today's adventure would be. The pretty little she-cat forced herself to calm down, rehang about as she feverishly groomed herself, wanting to look somewhat presentable for the sake of the rest of her clan. Mapleflower paused, her cheeks beginning to burn as she felt her stomach growl. She quickly shook her head, pushing aside her hunger. It was a bit of a flaw. She never rewarded herself unless she felt as though it was earned or deserved. The warrior finished her grooming session and moved on, her eyes glowing and her tail tip twitching with anticipation. Would today finally be the day that she did something useful? Something important? The pretty little thing began to hum to herself, hopping about as she checked the food supply absently, almost mildly intrigued. Mapleflower glanced over her shoulder, hesitating before she trotted through the entrance and out into the open, fresh air. At last, she settled down and allowed her body to stretch out.

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‡ C R O W T A L O N.
{tom} {21 moons} {blindly loyal}
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Scarclan
Relationship:n/a
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The tall, lithe, jet-black tom had been up since the first sliver of dawn settled across the tops of the camp. Being a light sleeper and all, he always managed to rise with the large ball of flame. Now, he was making his way back to camp, his paws silent as they lead him back through the familiar woods and trails. In his jaws he carried a rabbit, the first he'd seen in ages. Crowtalon often preferred to hunt alone in the morning when nothing was disturbed and their were no distractions skittering about. The young tom walked confidently into camp, spotting Briarstar the moment he slipped through the entrance. He offered a small flick of his tail in greeting to the other tom and turned, heading towards the fresh-kill pile where he deposited the catch. Crowtalon turned, glancing at his leader for a moment before he lowered himself onto his haunches, beginning to groom himself for the day ahead. After a quick groom, the tom stood and made his way over to his leader, staying quiet as he usually did, awaiting his orders for the day.

[devious.]

- ｉｖｙ ｐ ａ ｗ
she-cat ; nine moons ; apprentice of arrowclan

ivypaw flicked her ears as the noises of waking cats filled her ears. she rolled over in her nest, squinting her green eyes as the light of the rising sun flooded the apprentice's den. blinking, she rose and slipped out of the den, padding over to the corner of the camp to wash. i must have been having quite the dream last night, she mused, picking out the bits of moss stuck to her ruffled pelt pity i can't recall it. giving her back a final lick, ivypaw gazed around camp, watching the clan mill around as they waited for patrols to be assigned. she glanced up as the shadow of a bird shot past in the sky above her, and her claws itched to pursue it. hopefully hunting would be one of the things on her schedule. the sound of birdsong filled the air, more than usual in the morning, and it seemed like there would be many easy pickings today. then again, she hadn't done much battle training in a while, that was always an option. her gaze drifted towards the leaders den. it was quite a surprise when blazingstar chose himself to be her mentor, and she was still trying to figure out if it was a good thing. it was quite nerve-wracking to have such an important supervising her progress, however, ivypaw would have pushed herself just as hard anyway, no matter who mentor was.

[V for Kiyoshi]

pppppｆａｌｃｏｎｈｅａｒｔxxxxxxxxxarrow clan - tom - deputy - tag: no one.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

falconheart woke with a yawn. his orange eyes opened lazily, as he stretched out his front legs and clawed at the ground. standing up, he stretched out his back legs one at a time. deciding the moss he had been sleeping on needed changed, he picked it up and walked out of the den. he noted the few cats who were up, and flicked his tail in a greeting to them. dropping the old moss in the designated area, he grabbed some fresh moss and disappeared into the den. walking back out once more, he noticed no other cats were up yet. he walked around camp once, before heading out into the forest for some fresh kill. he was gone a total of 20 minutes before he came back with a plump bird and a few larger mice. setting the bird and two mice in the kill pile, he took one back to the entrance of his den and started eating slowly.

pppppｌｏｎｅｆｅａｔｈｅｒxxxxxxxxxscarclan - she-cat - medicine cat - tag: briarstar.xxxxxxxxxxxx

the small, thin calico cat was up earlier than the rest of the clan. she had woken up last night remembering that she had to get some different herbs, but it had taken a little longer to get back, she had kept getting distracted with the stars, smells, and bugs. she loved to take a long walk at night across the forest. the stars calmed her, as if her ancestors were looking down on her, guiding her path. she never ventured too far from camp, though. she knew if something happened, she wouldn't be able to completely defend herself. venturing back towards camp with a beech leaf full of alder bark, blackberry leaves, and chamomile, she took the longer way into camp. noting that briarstar was already up, her tail fell towards the ground. her soft paws padded through camp and into the medicine den. dropping and sorting the few things she had returned with, she slowly crossed camp towards him. she sat about a tail length away, and the size difference was noticeable. he was a good head taller than her, even sitting down, even though she was just a few moons younger than him. "good morning, briarstar. did you sleep well?" she usually asked him this every morning, as she did some other cats.

[despairz]

Ｈｏｎｅｙｄａｗｎ

{ warrior } - { she-cat } - { thirty moons } - { tags :: briarstar, lonefeather } - { apprentice :: none }

Awoken by the slightest rays of the breaking, milky dawn light, the she-cat rises to her paws, her rippling, sleek tabby pelt ruffled from her sleep, which was light as always. She yawns, the long white teeth revealing themselves as she blinks her clear, golden eyes. Oh, how she loved the morning, where it was quiet and she could listen to the birds. A purr rose in her throat as she stretched, quickly grooming down her fur as she steps out of the den on paw steps light as a newly born fawn. She flicks her ears, barely new to the whole "wake up and start going" routine. As soon as she stepped out of the den, she saw Briarstar. She smiles, and trots to the leader. "Hello, Briarstar. Rest well?" She asks, flicking her wavy tail. "I'd hope it was well, seeing as you have much responsibility on your shoulders." She murmurs, sitting down on her silver haunches, flicking her tail around her front paws as they follow her back legs down. Her tail tip flicked slightly, showing a small sign she was nervous- but that's how it was every time she got around the tom. She then looks at the medicine cat as she approached, smiling. "Hello, Lonefeather." She purrs, her heavily pregnant belly hanging at her paw.