❀ discussion

[clarke,]

@bel; You're quitting??

no, i'm just... really really sad. i don't have energy to roleplay right now.

[soba]

im really sorry to hear this! i hope everything turns out ok c:

if u ever need someone to talk to, im all ears !

[Tiny_Cat]

Oooh, I was about to be really really sad lol. I'm sorry to hear that I suffer pretty bad anxiety and depression so i know how hard it is to roleplay when in a funk. Hopefully you feel better soon

[clarke,]

thanks everyone! i'll try to post <33

[lacke]

ill probably post and update everything today.

[Honeypetal]

Phew okay I finished my cat's forms on the previous page! They're both open for relationships and the like, if I'm accepted :^) can't wait to jump in!

[Ayashi]

{.R a n k.}| Fighter
{.A g e.}| 48 Moons
{.A p p r e n t i c e.}| [x]
{.K i t (s).}| Hollowcall
---------------Fallenbird
---------------Lostkit

{.M a t e.}| [x]
{.L o v e - I n t e r e s t.}| [x]
{.K i n.}| Younger brother - Blackpool
-----------Younger sister - Greywing
------------Mother - Pepper (Kittypet)
------------Father - Cloudbrust

ＢＩＧ ＷＯＲＤＳ, ＦＯＲ ＳＵＣＨ ＳＭＡＬＬ ＶＥＲＭＩＮ

Whitewave's personality is calm, cool, and collected. This cat is rarely rattled by anything, be it an ill temper tom confronting him or a dire situation, Whitewave will meet almost any situation head on, wearing a blank expression. He values silence and prefers fighting one on one, since he considers muilt-battling unworthy of a "true warrior." However, his silence is not due to a lack of self-confidence; it is because he never shows fear for anything. Interestingly, despite his cold persona and ruthlessness he is a warrior who follows a strict combat discipline; he despises fighting dirty and he refuses to attack his opponents from behind. Whitewave also has no tolerance for failure or insubordination from those under his command; be it his own kits, or warriors. Failure is for the weak, and Whitewave is anything but weak. Though stoic and possessed of little outward personality (as evidenced by his cold style of speech), Whitewave is not without drives: he has worked hard to get where he is, and he guards his place in the clan and his title as a top warrior with great fiercely. Despite his cold dismissal of his personality, he does cherish two things -his children, and his name, (it was his mother that gave him his warrior name, not the clan), and Whitewave will not tolerate insults to either.

{.P a s s i o n s.}| Enjoys silence
--------------------Training
--------------------Favors eating voles
--------------------The smell of Bare-Leaf

{.D i s l i k e s.}| Failure
-------------------Unfair battles
-------------------Weak will cats
-------------------Traitors

Ｉ ＷＡＬＫ ＴＨＥ ＰＡＴＨ ＯＦ ＳＵＰＲＥＭＥ ＣＯＮＱＵＥＳＴ, ＡＮＤ ＩＴ ＩＳ ＰＯＷＥＲ ＴＨＡＴ ＷＩＬＬ ＲＥＶＥＡＬ ＴＨＥ ＷＡＹ ＦＯＲ ＭＥ.

Whitewave, originally crested Whitepaw, was born in the distant mountains off to the far north, many sunsets away from his current clan. He and his younger siblings were born during the bare-leaf, a hard time for any clan even at the best of times. But despite such rough times, he and his siblings all survived that horrible winter and many more. Their clan was a peaceful one, valuing the warrior spirit, and the comforts of a sound mind. For most of Whitepaw's kitten-hood it was content, training with Greypaw and Blackpaw, his siblings, in the way of the fang and claw. However, this all changed in a single night. Soon after being given his warrior name, Whitewave, along with his newly named siblings, Greywing, and Blackpool, settled down to began their night of reborn spirit, a nightly veil that all new warriors must complete in order to truly become warriors of the clan. To preoccupied with giving each other prideful glances and puffing themselves up in self importance at their current rise within their clan, the sibling failed to take notice of the shadows of intruders. A loud yowl from their new warriors followed by a equally loud roar of a massive animal was all the warning the clan received before they were ambushed by a pair of hunger predators. Nerves and training failing them, the siblings had little choice but to run for their lives. Due to their panic, the three cats were soon were separated, unaware of each others fate. Whitewave, having been forced into a near by rural town, soon learn the tricks of the trades from rouges and loners alike. Although he knew he had to learn in order to survive, Whitewave hated it every minute of it.

Having lost his family and fearing the worse for his younger siblings, the black and white tom closed his heart and developed a mind like a steel trap. Two years of living in this life style, Whitewave meet the kit's mother, whom he called Howlback. "Rouges," He explained to his kin when they inquire about why he called her that, "do not need a reason for their names, nor their meanings." It is uncertain if Whitewave even loved the kit's mother or if it was a moment of weakness. But neither the less, three months later; two toms and a molly was born a cold bare leaf night, much like he and his own sibling had been so long ago. Not long after the birth (and death of one) kits, did Howlback abandon them, never to be seen again. Whitewave, devoted to his surviving kits, tried to keep them feed and warm, but knew that he alone could not do so, much to his displeasure. When his kits, Hallowkit and Fallenkit as he named the pair, were old enough to walk they left the rural town behind them, never looking back. After many moths traveling from forest to town, from forest again, did they find their new home, Blossomclan. The three soon became integrated into the clan. His children are now warriors in the warrior code, much like Whitewave was many moons ago, and he a season warrior.

ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ
Whitewave is a white tom with a black mask covering his head and a equally dark tail. His eyes are a lime green color, but with a darker shading. Four long whiskers line his eyebrow, helping to break up the blackness of his mask. His body is thin, but musculature in build with short, immaculate fur. Whitewave has a long tail, which flares as a cape behind him when he walks. Whitewave's tail is not the only part of his anatomy that is long. In fact he is quite tall for a cat, towering two heads taller then most cats. He is the Slenderman of cat kingdom.

[crash the mode]

seattle's going to come back and we're going to be standing here surrounded by the ashes of our former camp covered in the incendiary residue of rapid plot development

[razzberry]

i'll get a post up for blizzard and lion momentarily c:

omg blizzard is gonna lose it and totally break down if koistar loses a life
and i'm loving all these new kitties too <3

imma just state how in love i am with whitewave rn, totally not gonna live that love through blizzardbriar....
i've noticed she's got a thing for them stoic and cold kitteh's, first darkwillow now whitewave XP

[vaud]

these new characters are just a+++++
I love them all srsly

also!! I'm thinking about bringin' a queen into this roleplay, anyone wanna claim a kit or two once they've been born?