drift. wrote:res names Bearfluff, Oakdapple, and Sagepaw(Sagemint)
Forms will be posted soon, I'm trying to organize them ;~;
Could I also reserve the deputy position if you weren't
wanting to anoint that yourself? (Summitclan)
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name; bearfluff
age; 30 moons
gender; male
sexuality; heterosexual
rank; deputy
clan; Summitclan
theme; Paper Crown|King
personality; a tom full of life and love, Bearfluff is always hanging
around his clanmates or trying to cheer someone up. He's a very maternal cat and is usually
the first to be at the nursery to drop of fresh-kill, lend a paw, or merely gossip. despite
what many cats think the thickly built tomcat is not much of a flirt, quite the opposite
in fact. He's rather wary of she-cats and has had his share of awkward encounters. He is
fiercely loyal to his clan and his leader, no matter how many times they may disagree.
Bearfluff is an outgoing and charming tom, though some cats have been rather wary of
his physical blemishes. Sometimes oblivious to other's discomfort with his nosiness, he
can come off as pushy or maybe even bothersome. And even though his stoic nature may
make him seem unapproachable, this Maine coon is just a big softy. Despite all of his postives,
Bearfluff also struggles with the scars of his past. He often finds himself with nightmares,
hallucinating his first mentor, and falling into depressive episodes where he becomes snappy
and defensive. This haunts him and he tries his best to hide this side of himself, but Bearfluff
shutting everyone out and trying to keep his shadows hidden has only made this worse, making
them more frequent then they've ever been.
history; Thistlekit was a lively and energetic kit, often pushed aside by his parents to make
room for his older sister, Juniperkit. He was just like any other kitten around camp; adventurous,
troublesome, and squeaky. His littermate, on the other hand, was secluded, mature, and quite frankly
posh. She never wanted to play badger-tag or go splashing through puddles, not willing to risk soiling
her groomed white pelt. Always his sister's shadow, Thistlekit became more and more reckless to gain
his mother's attention, trying desperately to prove how brave and 'special' he was. Unfortunately, this
negative trait followed him into apprenticeship, when Juniperpaw became the leader's apprentice and
was showered with even more praise. Still, the young Bearfluff had no resentment against his littermate.
He loved her, flaws and all, and naively thought he just had to try harder. Thistlepaw, one warm leaf-fall day,
had decided to go out hunting on his own, his mentor ill with a bout of green-cough. He ventured farther than
usual, losing track of the familiar border smells. He caught sight of a young bear cub, not too far from his mother.
He knew how dangerous it was for him to just be breathing anywhere near these creatures, but the yearning for
somecat's approval drowned his fear. He charged the cub, hissing and yowling his head off, being as careless as
a newborn kit. The cub turned on him, something Thistlepaw hadn't expected, and his cry for help was cut short
as a large, clawed paw swiped down on him and tore into his sides. As if Starclan had been watching, the cub
took off after his mother, leaving the bleeding and regretful tom gasping on his side. It was nightfall before
anyone found him, and by then it was too late to save his eye or tail, and he had to live with his choices for
the rest of his life. To add salt to wound Thistlepaw found out his mentor had passed while he was away, and
this sent the young cat into a downward spiral. It took moons for him to recover, and by then all of his friends
had become warriors. Thistlepaw wanted to give up hope and become an elder, arguing daily with the medicine
cat, and refusing his sister's pity. He often found refuge and comfort in the nursery, where the little kits kept
him busy and the queens distracted him with gossip. When Thistlepaw was given another mentor, he retaliated
harshly, unfairly taking his rage against himself out on those around him. No one wanted to go near him, let
alone train him. He had been completely healed for two whole moons before he finally let go of his pride and
went out with his new mentor for the first time.
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name; Sagepaw
future/past; Sagekit, Sagepaw, Sagemint
age; eight moons
gender; male
sexuality; homosexual
rank; apprentice
theme; Window
personality; Sagepaw is a shy, if not nervous, young tom, and he
often got picked on as a kit for not wanting to play games with his nursery-mates. He's
very social around his mentor and a half decent fighter, and an even better hunter.
Sagepaw's large ears come in handy when having to search for prey along the windy shores
of Shoreclan, giving him a large advantage against his apprentice friends. Sagepaw whishes
all the time that he could make friends, often time being overwhelmed by his sense of loneliness
when his denmates all group together to go out on a patrol, quickly forgetting about him and
often accidentally leaving him out because of his quiet nature. Because of this, the young tom
is quick to be defensive and the first to back out of doing something, letting his mind get the best
of him. He desperately wants to change, but everytime he starts to feel confident he's knocked
down by the other stronger and braver cats around him. His little voice tells him he'll never be like
Reedstrike, never amount to much more than an ordinary warrior, and so on. Sagepaw struggles
with this voice everyday- and it's one of the many reasons why he's so jumpy and nervous. He
has night terrors often of frightening large cats, and doesn't get much sleep, something he's had an
issue with since he was an older kit. But at his core, he's got a good heart and only wants to try his best. credittowikipediacommonsandstock
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Reference
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name; cedarshine
age; twenty eight moons
gender; female
sexuality; pansexual
rank; warrior
clan; Shoreclan
theme; Pardon Me
personality; Cedar is a loyal and rather average warrior. She
has her ups and downs but is always the first one on the scene if there's
trouble or the first to pipe up for a patrol. But her enthusiasm isn't always
what it seems. Cedarshine had always wanted the deputy position, and strived
to prove herself. She pushed herself as hard as her body would allow, but when
the time came, Reedstrike was anointed deputy, not her. She admires the red tom,
but her self esteem and pride won't allow her to move on and accept that he was better
fit for the role. Cedarshine is a rather stoic and thickly built she-cat, and where she is
masculine and intimidating in looks, she makes up for in a light, flirty, personality.
Cedar is incredibly ambitious, stopping at little to nothing to succeed
or get what she wants. She would never go as far as murder, though her temper
could suggest otherwise.
history; a Norwegian forest cat born from two kittypets, Salu and Candy, she was
pampered and showered with love. 'Birdy' had many littermates and many other
Forest Cats lived with her family. Yet she longed for something different, and one night
on a full moon, she crept out and never looked back. Determined to lead a different life.
She stumbled upon the mountain clan first, feeling at home in the chillier climate and rough
terrain. But they were too gruff and frightening for the younger she-cat at the time, and she
traveled farther until she was welcomed into Shoreclan, a softer and quieter group. She didn't
fit in as well with her thick coat and large lumbering movements, but she learned how to adapt
and call it home, not willing to risk her pride and return to Summitclan. She was promptly named
Cedarpaw for her thick build and deep orange fur and started training immediately. Cedarpaw's
size and endurance out-did her fellow apprentices, and she excelled in her fighting skills. This earned
alot of jealousy and hatred from her denmates, and from then on she learned to close herself off and
focus on no one else but her. Cedarshine had always wanted the deputy position and strived
to prove herself. She pushed herself as hard as her body would allow, but when the time came, Reedstrike
was anointed deputy, not her. She admires the red tom, yet her self esteem and pride wouldn't allow her to
move on and accept that he was better fit for the role. She holds nothing against him personally, but she still
sees him as not her deputy, but just another obstacle to overcome in her life. This one-track way of thinking
has gotten her into trouble before, and she fails to see the wrong in this way of living. The russet warrior
doesn't portray her emotions often, or well, for that matter, but when Tinyseal joined the clan,
she lost all sense of who she was, and focused on just who she wanted to be. The young caregiver's kindness
often takes her off guard and confuses her. She feels oddly drawn to him, and while she hasn't wanted
a mate or kits, she secretly yearns for a change from her stern and rigid lifestyle of training, hunting,
and patrols; and perhaps, just maybe, that change lies somewhere with him.
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name; cedarshine
age; twenty eight moons
gender; female
sexuality; pansexual
rank; warrior
clan; Shoreclan
theme; Pardon Me
personality; Cedar is a loyal and rather average warrior. She
has her ups and downs but is always the first one on the scene if there's
trouble or the first to pipe up for a patrol. But her enthusiasm isn't always
what it seems. Cedarshine had always wanted the deputy position, and strived
to prove herself. She pushed herself as hard as her body would allow, but when
the time came, Reedstrike was anointed deputy, not her. She admires the red tom,
but her self esteem and pride won't allow her to move on and accept that he was better
fit for the role. Cedarshine is a rather stoic and thickly built she-cat, and where she is
masculine and intimidating in looks, she makes up for in a light, flirty, personality.
Cedar is incredibly ambitious, stopping at little to nothing to succeed
or get what she wants. She would never go as far as murder, though her temper
could suggest otherwise.
history; a Norwegian forest cat born from two kittypets, Salu and Candy, she was
pampered and showered with love. 'Birdy' had many littermates and many other
Forest Cats lived with her family. Yet she longed for something different, and one night
on a full moon, she crept out and never looked back. Determined to lead a different life.
She stumbled upon the mountain clan first, feeling at home in the chillier climate and rough
terrain. But they were too gruff and frightening for the younger she-cat at the time, and she
traveled farther until she was welcomed into Shoreclan, a softer and quieter group. She didn't
fit in as well with her thick coat and large lumbering movements, but she learned how to adapt
and call it home, not willing to risk her pride and return to Summitclan. She was promptly named
Cedarpaw for her thick build and deep orange fur and started training immediately. Cedarpaw's
size and endurance out-did her fellow apprentices, and she excelled in her fighting skills. This earned
alot of jealousy and hatred from her denmates, and from then on she learned to close herself off and
focus on no one else but her. Cedarshine had always wanted the deputy position and strived
to prove herself. She pushed herself as hard as her body would allow, but when the time came, Reedstrike
was anointed deputy, not her. She admires the red tom, yet her self esteem and pride wouldn't allow her to
move on and accept that he was better fit for the role. She holds nothing against him personally, but she still
sees him as not her deputy, but just another obstacle to overcome in her life. This one-track way of thinking
has gotten her into trouble before, and she fails to see the wrong in this way of living. The russet warrior
doesn't portray her emotions often, or well, for that matter, but when Tinyseal joined the clan,
she lost all sense of who she was, and focused on just who she wanted to be. The young caregiver's kindness
often takes her off guard and confuses her. She feels oddly drawn to him, and while she hasn't wanted
a mate or kits, she secretly yearns for a change from her stern and rigid lifestyle of training, hunting,
and patrols; and perhaps, just maybe, that change lies somewhere with him.
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Thistle Reference
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name; Thistlepaw, Thistlecloud
age; ten moons
gender; tom
sexuality; pansexual
rank; apprentice
clan; Summitclan
theme; Everything Moves|Silhouette
personality; Thistlepaw is an outgoing young tom, but extremely blunt
and straight-to-the-point. When he's flustered he hides his embarrassment behind sarcasm,
making him the least favorite to do chores with. His confidence can first be taken as arrogance,
but in truth Thistle is extremely humble and knows when something is too big for him to do on
his own. The way he goes about interacting with his fellow clanmates is short and rather haughty, though really
he's just a busy cat that has things to do and places to be. He's got a big heart but often lets his ambitions
get in the way. Thistlepaw is a hopeless romantic, reading every signal wrong and quite honestly thinking
even the nicest compliment means somecat has a crush on him- hence his 'flirty' reputation. Thistle
likes being an apprentice, but he loves to keep his distance from the other younger cats and chooses
to stick close with the older warriors and elders.
history; [wip] Thistlepaw was formerly 'Burr', born to a kittypet, Levi, and a loner, 'Thistle'. As
Burr aged he found himselfwanting more, something besides the constant dodging, hunting, and
fighting over tiny scraps ofterritory. His father told many stories about the ruthless cats that lived
in the cliffs, and he promised himself that he would one day make the travel and meet them. Burr
and Levi often argued and scuffled about his nomadic tendencies, one of those arguments ended in
Levi making a nasty cut below Burr's eye on his left cheek. Not long after that fateful night a stray
canine attacked his family in the middle of the night after he had snuck off to explore. He returned to find his
father already gone, and his mother just barely alive. She told him to run, to go as far as the cliffs.
"The clan will protect you." Burr did as he was told and fled into the mountains, starving, cold, and alone.
Though as his mother had promised, Burr was accepted, though cautiously, immediately. He was later named
Thistlepaw, his way of honoring his dead mother. He loved his life and parents dearly and never regretted being born outside
of the clan. However, as time goes on he can feel his paws aching, and once again knows that the longing for something
new will overcome him again. He fears for that day, he loves his adoptive clan dearly and dreads that there will be
a repeat in history if he ever tried something like that again. Therefore Thistle is always conflicted and troubled, finding
himself daydreaming or becoming clumsy and distracted easily.
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