♛ Iᖴ I ᔕTᗩY ♛ - Form thread [Please put bios on main thread]

[poqqi]

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"I'm Deathpaw. Awesome name isn't it? When I was born, I got a hold of some deathberries as a new-born. That's why my mother named me Deathkit. Nobody knows how I'm even still alive after I ate those berries. I ate about three whole berries before anybody realized what was going on. Ever since then, I've been like a token of bad luck. Anywhere I go, something terrible and ironically horrid happens to me and the cats I'm around. Nobody goes near me. They're afraid of me. I don't blame them, I wouldn't go around me either. I've gotten used to solitary. I don't mind it. Whatever. I don't care. Why should I? What's there to care about? I'm ten moons old, with a cream pelt and a striped tail. That's about it. My personality? Well, it's kind of hard to describe one's self. Solitude has made me independent. I'm determined to show people how intellectual, skilled, and strong I am. I am very intelligent. No one can deny that. Being a walking accident I've taught myself how to avoid specific dangers. Like checking the trees for wobbly hornet's nests, or watching my step for empty fox-dens, or loose roots, or traps, or...ugh...poison ivy. I've become very smart, and I intend for people to understand that. I'm also tough. Well, as tough as a newbie apprentice can be. So many accidents have toughened my kitten-skin. I'm a full-fledged warrior now, even if I am still an apprentice. I'm also kind of blunt. I'd rather have cold-hard facts given to me, then for someone to dance around the truth like a rabid squirrel. So that's me, nothing much else. I haven't lived that long to tell you some long heart-breaking stories. In time though. I plan to travel, far and wide! As soon as I've got my warrior name, oh how far I'll run! I plan on seeing the world! This strange thing called an ocean, and to fight off bears! I can dream can't I? It's not like anyone's gonna miss me anyway. That's my plan. And I can't wait."
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Pretty form! <3
Your accepted. Once I'm on my iPad (I'm on iPhone) I will add you to the front! You may post your form to the main thread now.

[poqqi]

Aww, thank you! I can't wait to start! c:

[dakotaawolven]

[May I reserve a queen and two warriors please?]

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Of course! Done c:

[Luscinia]

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Meet the mysterious and wise warrior, Owltuft. This honorable warrior was given his name soon after birth because of his great horned owl-patterned coat, and later had "tuft" added on because of his long fur. He's an older tom of around forty-eight moons of age, so about four years in human terms. This definitely mean he's had a number of life experience. He has no crush, and he's been reminded several times by others that he's beginning to be rather old. But so far, he hasn't been interested in romance ever since Moonheart's death. If a she-cat happens to spark his interest, which is possible, then his opinions may change.

Owltuft is a cold and distant cat, who'd rather stay in a tiny group of quiet friends than be around a noisy crowd. But Starclan knows how devoted he is to keeping his clan safe, even though some don't seem to trust him because of his unsocial personality. He has many wise words to share, and if you're a younger cat who needs some advice, he'll be more than happy to give you some. He is a shockingly peaceful cat, who would much rather hunt than fight. Though in battle, he is a powerful and valuable warrior to have on your side.

Owltuft was not clanborn like many cats in his clan were. He was born to a rogue female, Thistle. Thistle raised her three sons, Owl, Root, and Bramble for a moon, but a fox found its way into their den, killing Thistle and two out of the three kits. The surviving kit spent a day squealing its poor head off, until a patrol heard it and found it inside. He was identified as male and brought into the clan, given to a queen who miscarriaged her kits the day before. The day after, they prompted him for his name, and his name being the very few words he knew, he answered "Owl".

When he reached the age of an apprentice, all of his fellow apprentices shunned him for being of a different blood. All but one; a snarky young she-cat named Moonpaw. Moonpaw accepted him for who he was, and often was the one who stood up for him and shut up his bullies. They became close friends, and as many cliché stories go, they fell in love by the end of their apprenticeship. Though, it took them a while to admit their feelings. Fourteen moons, in fact. When Owltuft and Moonheart were twenty-six moons, Owltuft asked the pale gray and cream she-cat to be his mate, and she happily accepted. Two moons later, Moonheart was announced as pregnant.

However, when Moonheart was just days away from giving birth, a curious fox wandered into the clan. The same species that killed his last family, killed his love and their future inside of her belly. He was devastated, and turned to taking it out on the clan with a short, fiery temper. Since then, he's calmed down into a quieter state, but he's been careful about becoming attached to any cats.

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Accepted! And woah. Bristlepaw's father's name [Kinktail] is the name of one of my major warrior OC's! Funny coincidence! d:

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This is Gullpaw, a young Tom of 11 moons. He will be a warrior in one moon!
Gullpaw could be described as many things; thoughtful, caring, loyal- or even selfless. For the ones he loves, he would be willing to sacrifice his own life. As a young kit, he was not actually clan born, but born as a loner. His mother had died while kitting, leaving him, her only kit, to slowly die. But alas, this was not the case. Dawncloud had found him on a patrol with three other cats. Bringing him back to the camp, there had only been one queen at the time who believed strongly in the warrior code and what was right. Her name was Brambleheart. By the time he became an apprentice, Gullpaw had been ready to become a warrior. Though when his foster mother died only a moon ago, Foxstep took him under his wing. Though he is polar opposites of Foxstep, he is slowly starting to love him as a father.
In the current future, Gullpaw wants to be named Gullheart. Though his mother is dead, he can still faintly remember what her name was. His mother's name was Swan; for her beautiful snowy white pelt.
Gullpaw is a white Tom with grey patches; he has blue eyes and a long, fluffy tail.

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Willowtail is infamously known easily as the biggest trickster in the clan, not to mention one of the sassiest cats as well. Though she may seem small and fluffy, she isn't afraid to stick up for herself. She can easily crack a joke thigh, and unfortunately will laugh at all the jokes she makes. Willowtail was born into the clan with her mother named Goosepelt and her father Cedarstream. At the age of three moons, her father's stomach got bloated, and worms had been found in him when the medicine cat saw him ill. Eventually he passed away from white cough, his body to weak for lack of nutrition from the worms. Her mother soon fell into grief and pain at the loss of her mate. Unable to bear it, her mother soon became mates with another Tom, but died having his kits. None of them survived. By the time she was an apprentice, she blamed Icefang, the very Tom who killed her mother, for everything. When Willowtail was 12 moons old, she was on patrol with Icefang when he slipped on ice and cracked his head open. Though Willowtail should have done something, she could only gloat at the victory of her foe now dead. As she looks back on her decision, she strongly regrets it. She dreads the day she dies, not knowing if she'll go to Starclan or the Dark Forest. For now, though, she tries to enjoy life to it's fullest. After all, she only has a certain amount of years until she dies.

[ErwinSmith]

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The Basic Information

Name Meaning;
'Laurel' came from the white flower that represents victory and her bright white
pelt. As an apprentice, she discovered she was a very successful and perhaps, at the
time, the clan's best hunter and was named Laurelbite for that reason.
Age;
21 Moons
Rank;
Warrior
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Physical Traits

Pelt;
Her pelt is of a pure white, making her stand out easily to animals with especially
keen sight such as hawks, but her stealth makes up for it. Her coat would be much more
brilliant if it weren't for her coarse texture. She isn't one to waste hours grooming herself,
especially since a denser coat provides more protection.
Eyes;
Large, round green eyes much like old moss by a creek bed, or the leaves of a great
tree during the rainy season, or a thicket of leaves and thorns, or the brilliant green leaves
of poisonous plants.
Build;
Slim, tall, slender with a fluid, lanky stride. A body meant for graceful movement and
silent steps. A body that ensures feminine and muscular balance, meant for agility and
not brute strength
Scent;
Her scent is fainter than most, smelling of a variety of damp shrubbery; this is for her
stealth tactics mainly draw her to hide her noticeable pelt in plants she can easily get
in and out of without making much noise.
Voice claim;
"Dream A Little of Me" by The Mamas & the
Papas
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Personal Attributes

Good Traits;
Responsible, selfless, loyal, friendly, honest, protective, thoughtful, respectful
(unless angered), clever, excellent hearing, keen eyesight and scent.
Bad Traits ;
Blunt, more paranoid than most especially when it comes to prey, shortly tempered
and prone to cause a fight when conversations get hot.
Fears;
Harm to her clanmates such as plague or a war and a shortage of prey.
History;
Her father has died, and her mother left the clan and returned to her loner lifestyle
soon after; their names were Whiteclaw and Dove, who was called Dovepelt for a short
time. Whiteclaw had a few litters with Dovepelt. Only two of them survived and stayed
with the clan. The rest died of illness or took to their mother's former ways. Dovepelt
was a white oddeyed cat, being deaf in the ear where the eye was blue, with poor sense
of responsibility but was very affectionate to makeup with her flawed motherly skills.
Whiteclaw was a strong, strict and cold yet calm white tom with burning orange eyes, most
of his kits didn't take a liking to them and followed their mother's steps, becoming rouges
before they were named warriors. Laurelbite stayed for her father mentored her and she
grew more love for him than her mother. He fell in a way that wasn't as honorable as he should
have. The proud, strong, devoted warrior died from fighting a mere fox. There were no visible
wounds, but he was hit hard and bled from the inside. He refused to show anyone his pain,
making his injuries untreatable and oblivious to anyone. After his death, Dove left with her
newest littler, leaving behind Laurelbite in her young adult years
Ambitions;
She aspires to be the clans deputy
Love;
Toms of Interest: None
Loved One: None
Kits Mothered: None
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