♚ -- hello friends, i am here.

[carrie dee.]

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Ａ ｄｒｏｐ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ
---ｏｃｅａｎ，
ａ ｃｈａｎｇｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ
---- ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ．

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Ｉ ｗａｓ ｐｒａｙｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ
ｙｏｕ ａｎｄ ｍｅ
ｍｉｇｈｔ ｅｎｄ ｕｐ
---ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ．

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{ clarissa atlantica }

✶ - - - ❝ come now, a little bit closer. ❞

full name: clarissa oceana atlantica
pronunciation: clair-iss-ah / at-lanti-kah
meanings: clarissa means 'bright; famous',
while atlantica represents her dedication
to the ocean.
goes by: rissa, riss, clary 
gender: female
age: seventeen years old.
sexuality: straight

✶ - - - ❝ look into my eyes, my soul. ❞

weight: one-hundred and
twenty-seven pounds { 127 lbs }
height: five feet, eight inches { 5'8 }
hair color: clary has dark, mahogany
brown high-lighted with reddish tones
and low-lighted with a black color.
eye color: riss has redwood-like eyes.
they're brown, but when the light
reflects off of them. . . they're
almost the color of a redwood.
they hold a certain emptiness to them;
it's chilling, really.
skin color: she has olive skin that
tans easily.

✶ - - - ❝ my life, forever in riddles. ❞

positive traits: independent, confident,
mature, brave, passionate
negative traits: hopeless, regretful,
lonely, hot-headed, empty, self-absorbed
bad habits: quick to judge / too defensive
not entirely reliable / pushes others away
good habits: brilliant listener / protective
brutally honest / gives great advice 
fears: being alone. clarissa's family
has already cast her away - she doesn't
want to feel that pain ever again.
dreams: besides the faint hope
of making up with her family, clary
hopes to find a boy who can take her
as she is and be there when she needs
him to be. nobody's ever truly been
there for this lonely girl.
secret: at age sixteen, clarissa made a
fatal mistake. after a large fight between
her and her parents, she began shouting
things she knew would hurt them. their
biggest secret was revealed, right in front
of her little sister who never knew of the
events. she hurt her parents but infuriated
them as well - she wasn't supposed to know
about the secret of her mother's affair.
clarissa was disowned from the family, never
to return to their lives again. it hurt, and
she promised to never make a mistake like
that again. she was set to live with her aunt
and has been there ever since.

✶ - - - ❝ never fiddle with love. ❞

past relationships: two; none that
truly meant anything to her.
current relationship(s): none as of yet.
crush(es): silly, rissa wouldn't kiss and tell.
family: parents - pasifica and richard
younger sister - marina
aunt - ripleigh

__Ｒｅａｌｉｚａｔｉｏｎ．
❝ story of adoration ❞


------"Hello, my beautiful daughter," murmured the soft voice of an exhausted Pasifica. The day was warm and the sky was just turning the loveliest shade violet when the exhausted mother was finally able to cradle the child she'd so been longing for. Wisps of mahogany hair topped the head the color of a fresh peach, tickling her nose as she bent to give the newborn baby a kiss. A warm hand met her back; Richard's blonde curls brushed past her cheek as he bent to kiss the child's pink, rounded nose.
------"She's absolutely perfect," he whispered, his large blue eyes filled with adoration and wonder. Could this beautiful thing truly be his? It was hard to believe. Honestly, though, she looked nothing like him. All her looks she acquired from her mother. Well, most of them, anyways. She had her mother's dark hair and eyes, as well as the same lips, but there was something about that nose and the curve of her eyebrows that spoke otherwise. Richard was hidden away in the babe's fresh features; hidden yet strangely visible.
------"What should we name her?" Pasifica asked, her eyes leaving her child once to glance Richard's way.
------"How about Regina, after my mom?" he offered, examining his daughter's face with an questioning look.
------"No! You know your mother absolutely hates me. What about Aquatica? It was my grandmother's name."
------"Aquatica? That's a name?"
------"Richard. . ."
------"Well, if you want to go the 'weird sea names' route, why don't we just name her seaweed and get it over with?" he muttered, growing impatient. As much as he loved her, Pasifica was being difficult. All of her family members had strange names; none that he wanted for his baby girl.
------"You're not making this easy, you know," she murmured, gently pressing her thumb into the baby's small, grasping hand. "You're tired. Don't try to deny it - I can see it in your eyes. I'm tired too; believe me."
------Pasifica was right; she always could read him so easily. His eyes were drooping, but he fought the exhaustion, not wanting to miss a moment of his daughter's first day in the world. Richard gently cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin below her eye slowly. "I know. I'm sorry. She really does need a name, though. Something that is beautiful, like her."
------And just like that, it came. She wasn't sure where her mind had wandered, but it brought her somewhere beautiful. "I know her name."
------"What do you have in mind?" Richard asked, a quirky half-smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He took his wife's hand in his and planted a kiss on the soft skin between her pointer finger and her thumb, his clear blue eyes meeting hers.
------"Clarissa. Clarissa's her name."
------And so it was.

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❝ story of envy ❞


------"You look just like her, you know. Like mom." Clary's plush, soft lips puckered softly as she gazed at her sister. Marina really was the spitting image of their mother; there was nothing of their father in her features whatsoever. Only a mere 13-years-old at the time, a young Rissa examined her sister with envy. The same thick, silky brunette hair, soft gentle shell-pink lips and strong, defining eyebrows that were obvious traits of Pasifica shone through in Marina. It was true - she and Pasifica could be twins. It was uncanny how little she resembled her father. At all. The 9-year-old was a beauty - she posessed the same innocent beauty that Clarissa so wanted for herself. Such a beauty could truly conquer anything.
------"Stop, Rissy. You're so pretty," Marina insisted, her large, child-like eyes trailing upon her sister. There was a hint of adoration within her gaze, so common to her. It made Clary scowl.
------"Oh, hush. You're so lucky you look like her - I have too much of dad in me." Clarissa gazed at herself once more in the reflective waters, brushing her fingers across her sloping cheekbones and down her smooth, curving jaw. She didn't see herself as beautiful - no, she felt that she looked too masculine for that. She wasn't masculine, of course, but the preteen mind can be a hard mistress.
------It was cool that morning. The ocean was surprisingly calm; glassy, almost. The two girls stumbled down to the tide pools as soon as the sun had gone up. Clarissa, who had just learned the ropes of make-up and was rarely seen without it, was natural and bare-faced, her long hair tied up in a ponytail. Marina looked fresh and awake, her large eyes wide and her thick, straight hair pinned away from her eyes. The pair looked like they leaped right out of a magazine as they picked their way down to the pools, the jagged rocks looking more threatening then they truthfully were. Pasifica wasn't worried; they girls were both strong swimmers. She knew that at least one of them would be an even better swimmer soon, too. Nerissa helped her younger sister over a particularly tricky outcropping, careful to place her feet securely in a gap to keep her balance as she lowered the girl down to the pools. She jumped down after her and took her place beside a calm, reflective pool where the conversation of appearance sprouted.
------"You look plenty like mom," Marina grumbled, casting her sister a sidelong glace. She was being kind, but the 9-year-old was suddenly feeling superior to her sister. She liked the compliments; it gave her confidence that she looked pretty.
------"Stop lying," Clary snipped, turning away to look in a different pool. The previous night's storm left a multitude of creatures to explore, large and small. Beautiful shells littered the worn rock; small crabs scuttled along the bottoms of the pools; colorful pieces of coral rested at the bases of swirling anemones. Absently Clarissa stroked her wavy locks of mahogany hair as her eyes trailed on a small, graceful anemone - she was wondering if her hair spread out around her in a chestnut halo underwater like the reaching arms of the anemone seemed to do now. If it did, the sight sure would be beautiful.
------The sound of her sister snapped the older brunette out of her daydream - she blinked her long-lashed eyes as she absorbed what Marina said. "What was that?" she asked, her voice raising as a crashing wave cascaded against the rocks.
------"You know what? You're right," Marina murmured, her eyes glued to the water. She lazily swirled her finger across the surface, scattering the abundant sea-life to the edge of the pool. "You do have too much dad in you to be pretty."
------"Excuse me?" Clary exclaimed, her jaw dropping open in shock. "What did you just say?"
------"You'll never be a pretty as me or mom."
------"Marina! How can you say such things?"
------"It's the truth."
------Clarissa couldn't believe her ears. This was her sister! Her gentle, sweet, respectful sister. But, truthfully, Marina knew not what she was saying, but the affect it was having on her sister. She wanted to best her, wanted to make her cry just because she could. The young girl had witnessed the same actions in friends houses; it looked like a sport for her friends. She wanted to be a part of that. The look on her sisters face was enough of an indicator that she'd said the right thing - angry tears were pooling in her mahogany eyes, her fists clenched at her sides. Clarissa clenched her teeth. She'd never heard her sister say such hateful things. Marina had a smug, harsh smile spread across her face - it frighted Clary. What had gotten in to her? Clarissa stood suddenly, swaying dangerously near the edge of the outcropping.
------"You think that you're grown up, but you're not." she said, her tone harsh. "You're nothing but a materialistic child!"
------"You're just jealous of me! You know it, too!" At that, Marina stood up, her thick, knitted scarf billowing in the breeze. The young Atlantica daughter turned away after the outcry, running to the path that led up to the house, leaving her older sister alone. Marina was facing the ocean, listening as the last shuffle of rocks and the pattering of sneakers dissapeared before sitting back down, covering her eyes with her arms.

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❝ story of pain ❞


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[carrie dee.]

“ＩＦ ＰＥＯＰＬＥ ＷＥＲＥ ＲＡＩＮ，

Ｉ'Ｄ ＢＥ ＤＲＩＺＺＬＥ ＡＮＤ

ＳＨＥ'Ｄ ＢＥ Ａ ＨＵＲＲＩＣＡＮＥ．”

♒ тнe ' m a t e r n a l ' oɴe ♒

--

“ ι ɢo тo ѕeeĸ α
ＧＲＥＡＴ ＰＥＲＨＡＰＳ.”

ɴαмe ➸
"I'm sure you'll need to visit me sooner or later, so you might want to know my name, love." » Meet Dovefeather. This she-cat has a lovely soul - as pure and gentle as a dove. That is, of course, her namesake. The dove. Born with fur the color of freshly fallen snow, the white female's mother knew that her name had to reflect her soft pelt. A dove had just fluttered past, casting the idea of a name. Dovekit it was. She then moved to Dovepaw, and, finally, to Dovefeather.

ɢeɴder ➸
"Oh my. Can't you tell? Maybe I should check your eyes - make sure there aren't any obstructions blocking your vision. Maybe a cataract or stye? Come back tomorrow for a check-in." » Of course Dovefeather is a female. Her feminine name and gentle antics all lead to one conclusion: the conclusion that, yes, she is a she-cat.

αɢe ➸
"Many say that I'm much older than my age. I'd certainly hope that this isn't true!" » Only a mere 23 moons old, Dovefeather is definitely one of the youngest full-fledged medicine cats the clan has seen. Her mentor, Coalfrost, had died only a few months prior due to a nasty bout of greencough, leaving the young, seemingly unprepared she-cat to fend for herself. Only just receiving her full name, Dovefeather relied on StarClan alone to help her with the hard tasks ahead.

rαɴĸ ➸
"Oh, aren't you silly, dear! I'm your medicine cat. " » As previously stated, wip

deѕιred rαɴĸ ➸
answer

вυιld ➸
answer

deѕcrιpтιoɴ ➸
answer

ѕcαrѕ ➸
answer

ѕтreɴɢтнѕ ➸
answer

ғlαwѕ ➸
answer

perѕoɴαlιтy ➸
answer

нιѕтory ➸
answer

ĸιɴ ➸
answer

lovelιғe ➸
answer,here put crush and mate

[carrie dee.]

“ＢＥ ＷＨＯ ＹＯＵ ＡＲＥ ＡＮＤ ＳＡＹ ＷＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＦＥＥＬ，

ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＴＨＯＳＥ ＷＨＯ ＭＩＮＤ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＭＡＴＴＥＲ

ＡＮＤ ＴＨＯＳＥ ＷＨＯ ＭＡＴＴＥＲ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＭＩＮＤ．”

♒ тнe ' o v e r l o o k e d ' oɴe ♒

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“ dαмɴ ιт, нow wιll ι ever ɢeт oυт oғ тнιѕ
Ｌ Ａ Ｂ Ｙ Ｒ Ｉ Ｎ Ｔ Ｈ ？”

ɴαмe ➸
"Me? Oh, I'm Fernpaw. Who're you?" » Meet Fernpaw.

ɢeɴder ➸
answer

αɢe ➸
please put it in moons

rαɴĸ ➸
answer,please do not put the deputy
position

deѕιred rαɴĸ ➸
answer

вυιld ➸
answer

deѕcrιpтιoɴ ➸
answer

ѕcαrѕ ➸
answer

ѕтreɴɢтнѕ ➸
answer

ғlαwѕ ➸
answer

perѕoɴαlιтy ➸
answer

нιѕтory ➸
answer

ĸιɴ ➸
answer

lovelιғe ➸
answer,here put crush and mate

[carrie dee.]

“ＩＦ ＰＥＯＰＬＥ ＷＥＲＥ ＲＡＩＮ，

Ｉ'Ｄ ＢＥ ＤＲＩＺＺＬＥ ＡＮＤ

ＳＨＥ'Ｄ ＢＥ Ａ ＨＵＲＲＩＣＡＮＥ．”

♒ тнe ' t h o u g h t f u l ' oɴe ♒

“ ι ɢo тo ѕeeĸ α
ＧＲＥＡＴ ＰＥＲＨＡＰＳ.”

ɴαмe ➸
Answer,if your cat is a apprentice or
kit include it's desired warrior name

ɢeɴder ➸
answer

αɢe ➸
please put it in moons

rαɴĸ ➸
answer,please do not put the deputy
position

deѕιred rαɴĸ ➸
answer

вυιld ➸
answer

deѕcrιpтιoɴ ➸
answer

ѕcαrѕ ➸
answer

ѕтreɴɢтнѕ ➸
answer

ғlαwѕ ➸
answer

perѕoɴαlιтy ➸
answer

нιѕтory ➸
answer

ĸιɴ ➸
answer

lovelιғe ➸
answer,here put crush and mate

[carrie dee.]

☄☄. and the legend lives on.

♒ { legendsoul } . { tom } . { warrior } . { gentle } ♒

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ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
-----l e g e n d s o u l

☞ "My name is alright, I suppose. It makes me feel a bit pompous, though - you know, calling myself a 'legend' and all?"

☛ Ah, Legendsoul. A legend he is. Surprisingly enough, though, this tom wasn't born with the name. But, hey - we'll get to all of that later. Right now, let's just discuss his name he now has. When this previous loner joined the can, he had his suffix added on. 'Soul' is what the leader chose; he's fine with it. He supposes, of course.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}
-----l e g e n d

☞ "I liked my old name, with my old life."

☛ Legendsoul misses the life of a loner. His previous name, Legend, was perfectly fine with the tom; he accepted a clan name hesitantly.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}
-----t o m

☞ "I quite hope you can tell."

☛ Legendsoul is - and will always be - a tom. Is there any other explanation needed for this?

{.{ a g e }.}
-----3 6 m o o n s

☞ "I've been through a ton in my years. hey! I'm not old."

☛ As the tom stated, he's been through a ton. All these hardships took a toll on the tomcat; he's seemingly older then he really is. Whatever you do, don't treat him like he's old: the tom will cuff you.

{.{ r a n k }.}
-----w a r r i o r

☞ "I'm one of those warriors."

☛ Obviously he isn't a queen or an apprentice; nobody would trust him as a deputy or leader. What else could he be?

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
-----l o n e r

☞ "I miss the freedom."

☛ Legendsoul was meant to be a solitary cat. He's much better living for himself, and only for himself; it's difficult for him to adapt to being around so many other felines. The life of a loner was fairly meant for him. He only joined the clan for protection - it is difficult, yet he can't seem to make himself leave, either.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----i n t i m i d a t i n g

☞ "What do you think of me?"

☛ To fully understand all parts of this tom - this means good and bad - just think of how dark he can be;; then multiply it a million times and you'll find he is quite a light. Maybe he can even shine like the sun. An elusive flash in the undergrowth, and a swarming rush of a fresh scent will bring you the hints of Legendsoul being around you. His dark pelt will blend among all the rocks and undergrowth. If you happen to spot him, take a moment to just watch him. He'll look like a curious tom, with wide, open eyes and alert, open senses. He's watching and alert for intruders, his nose probably twitching with hints of a new scent. He would seem very vulnerable to attack, and you are very lucky you got this close to him without his noticing. His muscular pelt will flash when light the filtered through the trees hit it, his pelt ruffling in the soft, caressing breeze. When Legendsoul is happy, he is relaxed, calm, and free. He can be very curious as well - his senses bring him much information about all of his surroundings.

Now to his pelt. In case if your eyes have become tired, I have provided a base sentence of this tom;; Legendsoul is a large, muscular tom with a thick grey and white pelt and soft, pale blue eyes. This tom has always had a large body - he was born with the build of someone who is meant to be larger than the rest. His pelt, to "zoom in", is rippling constantly with muscles trained to be ready for almost anything. Compared to this tom, almost any cat would look like a young warrior. He has a long, fluffy tail. To say his head is too small or too large would be a lie, though it would be over-sized for any other cat. His paws are large and are very durable - scars from his past cover them from the time of his days as a loner, when he had to fight to keep his food for himself. He can easily dwarf other cats of the Clan. If you look past how large Legendsoul is, you'll find a deranged pattern of splotches on his fur. Indeed, this tom's markings are unique. His fur is soft and very thick. If he bends in any direction or angles his body in certain ways, his fur ripples as if he was in a constant breeze. His pelt is based off of a charcoal color. Many different dapples cover his pelt. These markings have been clustered together like stars in the sky, with only his base coat to show through like a background. His pelt is also broken by it's beautiful pattern by a few scars every once in a while.

Eyes the color of fresh, crisp ice surround a dark pupil. They're startling, really. Though the large tom might be intimidating at first, as soon as a cat looks into those large, trusting eyes, all judgments melt away. He's safe when you look into his gentle, forgiving gaze.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----t h i c k and l o n g

☞ "My fur is a pain in the summer, but it keeps me cozy in the winter. Well, until it rains or snows. . . Then it's a pain again."

☛ A deranged pattern of splotches are found spattered across his fur. Indeed, this tom's markings are unique. His fur is soft and very thick. If he bends in any direction or angles his body in certain ways, his fur ripples as if he was in a constant breeze. His pelt is based off of a charcoal color. Many different dapples cover his pelt. These markings have been clustered together like stars in the sky, with only his base coat to show through like a background. His pelt is also broken by it's beautiful pattern by a few scars every once in a while.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----b u r l y

☞ "I'm a large cat."

☛ This tom has always had a large body - he was born with the build of someone who is meant to be larger than the rest. His pelt, to "zoom in", is rippling constantly with muscles trained to be ready for almost anything. Compared to this tom, almost any cat would look like a young warrior. He has a long, fluffy tail. To say his head is too small or too large would be a lie, though it would be over-sized for any other cat. His paws are large and are very durable - scars from his past cover them from the time of his days as a loner, when he had to fight to keep his food for himself. He can easily dwarf other cats of the Clan.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----i c e y blue

☞ "I got my eyes from my father."

☛ Eyes the color of fresh, crisp ice surround a dark pupil. They're startling, really. Though the large tom might be intimidating at first, as soon as a cat looks into those large, trusting eyes, all judgments melt away. He's safe when you look into his gentle, forgiving gaze.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want)

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want)

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want)

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want)

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please

{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users

{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters

{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

self-explanatory

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names)

{.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?

[carrie dee.]

➹➹. lady divine, please be mine.

♒ { crestedwave } . { she-cat } . { warrior } . { seductive } ♒

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ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
-----c r e s t e d w a v e

♔ "My name is Crestedwave, dear. And you are. . . ?"

♛ Pebblerise could tell that her daughter would be beautiful the moment she laid eyes on the small calico. Something original yet classy would fit the kit fine; Crestedkit was chosen then. The she-cat led a relaxed, easy kit-hood and breezed through her apprenticeship, changing then from Crestedpaw to Crestedwave. She enjoys her name, really; it's easy to remember, yet hard to forget.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}
-----a c h i e v e d

♔ "Unless I become the clan leader suddenly, my name will stay firmly as Crestedwave. Don't you like it? Yes? No? Well, I like it. That's all that matters, I suppose."

♛ It's true; Crestedwave is happy with the name she has. Crestedstar would sound a little funny anyways, wouldn't it?

{.{ g e n d e r }.}
-----s h e - c a t

♔ "Do I look even remotely like a tom? I hope not."

♛ Crestedwave is quite-obviously very feminine. From her graceful step to her soft, slow voice, one would have to be quite daft to mistake her for a male. If you even mention such things to her, she'd immediately take them to offence.

{.{ a g e }.}
-----2 6 m o o n s

♔ "I am most-definitely still young. I've barely just become a warrior in some's eyes."

♛ Born on a cool spring morning, Crestedwave danced through her kithood, seemingly straight into her warrior life. She's still a spring chick, if you haven't noticed before.

{.{ r a n k }.}
-----w a r r i o r

♔ "Believe me; I'm happy where I am. I adore warrior life - I'd never want the burden of being a leader, and I'd rather be free chasing rabbits then stuck in the nursery suckling kits."

♛ Born on a cool spring morning, Crestedwave danced through her kithood, seemingly straight into her warrior life. She's still a spring chick, if you haven't noticed before.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
-----a c h i e v e d

♔ "I'm right where I want to be."

♛ It's true; Crestedwave has never had the urge to go any farther then where she's at.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----e x o t i c

♔ "Look at me. What do you see?"

♛ Crestedwave is like a cat that is not seen in most Clans. She is truly just a sight to see, in most opinions. The she-cat is an agile feline with long legs and a slender, lithe body. Now. Her little, slender body is one feature of herself that she tends to use to an advantage. She has a small frame, with wiry muscles slipping underneath her pelt. Her frame appears weak; she has a soft curvaceousness to her flanks giving off the impression of little strength. But, alas, Crestedwave has strong, limber legs, allowing the she-cat to easily strike and leap. Moving to her fur; this cascades down her shapely silhouette in a multitude of dimmed colors. Silky and sleek fur fits around her figure in a nice flowing sheet, as if it was a forever lasting snow; a simple frost that never seems to fade. But, instead of simply having a flat white pelt, she has three different colors intertwining in the softest, simplest manner. Her fur is anything but long. It is a simple cut of short fur, although it isn’t the shortest out there. It is simply average in length; nothing she minds much about. It has been said that she has the figure of a leopardess, with its beautiful, fitted frame and the strength to overpower enemies.

Crestedwave is a muted she-cat, or so they say. Her fur has a grip to it that is reminding any cat of a gentle, soothing color, yet also has a warm, enticing look that really emphasizes the she-cat's personality. Enticing. Seductive. Lustful. All perfect adjectives to fit the she-cat. Snow colored white overcoats her fitted frame, giving her body that basecoat of an everlasting snow. A beautiful sunsetted color of orange, sleets of silver and grey, and soft tan rawhide lash out from the spine, coating over the white fur. As if it was shredded into white, the faded colors don’t blend together. They cut off in sharp looking shards upon her fur, yet giving it a sharp look. Even with the sharp look upon the colors, it is also that simple elegance that makes a she-cat, well, pretty. With that said, her legs are of the same mixed colors. Noticing that the mottled pattern fades around her body, it managed to go to her tail. Marbled markings only hit the top of her long, lashing out tail. Snow coated the bottom half of her tail, as if there was a simple battle that goes with the colors of her tail. The tip of her tail is the bright snow white color that hits the top of her body. She has a small splash of snow white on her muzzle to tie all the colorings of her pelt together.

Crestedwave’s eyes are remarkable in most opinions. Pooling of a ceaseless ocean blue. Pure, metallic blue, the color of the shallow, teal blue waters. It gives the color of her eyes the most dashing thought, allowing anyone to look at her eyes to be stuck in the swirling of the colors. With the freshest blue color, taking a closer look there is a reflective green color. Blue-green, to be exact, the complete difference of the flat teal. Yet, looking at this she-cat’s eyes, it is almost memorizing. Sun crisped colors entwined together to make the orbs of this cat. They seem to fit her coloring of her body with the perfection of Starclan. Illusion play a major part in this cat’s pelt and eye color. Whether one truly looks at this she-cat or just glances, no one can miss how she is a pretty she-cat. She shines in a different way, she never taunts her beauty, just allows herself to sink in shyness and hide away from the ‘awes’ of herself. She is the perfect she-cat in some ways, but the worst cat in others. Watch out for this slender she-cat.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----c a l i c o

♔ "I'm a calico, though I'm not as brightly colored as others. . ."

♛ wip

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

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ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want)

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want)

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want)

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want)

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please

{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users

{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters

{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

self-explanatory

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names)

{.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?

[carrie dee.]

you're the best thing i never had.

♒ { dunepaw } . { she-cat } . { apprentice } . { iridescent } ♒

---

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}
-----d u n e p a w

⇨ "wip

♫ wip

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}
-----d u n e w h i s p e r

⇨ "wip

♫ wip

{.{ g e n d e r }.}
-----s h e - c a t

⇨ "wip

♫ wip

{.{ a g e }.}
-----1 2 m o o n s

⇨ "wip

♫ wip

{.{ r a n k }.}
-----a p p r e n t i c e

⇨ "wip

♫ wip

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}
-----w a r r i o r + q u e e n

⇨ "wip

♫ wip

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тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}
-----l o v e l y

⇨ "I'm alright, I suppose. Some have called me pretty; others have called me plain. What do you think?"

♫ Dunepaw. Oh, Dunepaw. What do you think of when you catch sight of this young she-cat? Sweet? Kind? Enticing? Delicate? Well, let's get on with the she-cat so you can really know what this feline is like. Ever seen a delicate feather floating through the warm summer breeze? Have you seen a gentle clasp of wind swirling around the summer air with such a charming dance? Just think of summer – everything about summer seems to describes this cat in different ways. The delicate grains of sand on a beach, the simple breeze of a shower of petals dappling against the blue horizon. Her fur crisp against her body. Her beautiful, watching hued eyes. Oh, she seems to to the entire essence of a beach. Gentle fur, lovely eyes; everything about her says beach. She is a beautiful cat, nonetheless, with narrow shoulders and a simple structured body. Her body is lined with wiry muscles for when she hunts; hunting is definitely something that benefits her to a great extent - for every cat needs to hunt. She has a relaxed fixture that is lined with fur – what color fur one may ask? Well, you will find out in a little bit about that in a much greater detail. When her body is noticed – you may notice different aspects that make Dunepaw – well, Dunepaw. She has a small head that matches with her body and limbs, ideally. Her muzzle is well framed, giving this little feline a sharp, cat-like look. She has long, graceful white whiskers blossoming gently from her muzzle, and on the end of it there is a soft colored pink nose that goes well with her entire look – the “setting sun” look; light hues of pink that dapple against the sands show off that look just from her nose.

Before heading to her eyes, look at the fur that makes her eyes pop like a setting sun against a fading blue sky. Striking. Beautiful. Different. Just a little unlike other cats of the Clan, she has white fur, but no – not that perfect snow white. Nothing like the white snowflakes that settle against the ground during leaf-bare, but another color of white. Just imagine a beautiful doe grazing in a green meadow; one that was completely undisturbed and has stunning fur lashing against the skinny body. Now, that is in your little mind – think of the color that is on the doe’s fur. Dunepaw’s fur is pigmented with a white-tan color. One that is found on a common white deer’s belly. She has a light colored blushing tan over her white – one that is just almost like cream blending to make coffee a prettier color. She never gained the tan color with age like a deer, but she kept a light tan with mixture of white. Pretty. She is more or less in the stage of a deer’s second year with pure white fur before developing the tanner color upon them. Soft tabby markings stripe up and down her gently curving spine and down her long, limber tail, reminding one of the forest trails a doe might wander. She looks like a deer at some parts but never mistake this she-cat for one; for she is a perfectly known feline; nothing like a deer - she's all feline. Unfortunately, this is where some cats loose their enchantment. 'Boring' or 'plain' are often used; she dislikes it, but what can you do? Opinions are opinions.

Now, for those eyes – the ones that pop against her fur. Her eyes are like perfect waves of the blue-green ocean. The optics of Dunepaw are like swirling lights of light blue and dark blue; hues meeting hues and they are colliding into an explosion that consists itself in her eyes. But hidden in the hueing blue eyes there’re white specks and silver speaks – things that are not natural in most cats but apparently in this beautiful she-cat. Definitely memorable, Dunepaw shines like a soft ember after the lapping flames have been extinguished.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

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ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want)

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want)

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want)

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want)

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please

{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users

{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters

{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

self-explanatory

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

what do you like to be called? (no real names)

{.{ o t h e r }.}

anything else?

[carrie dee.]

- { aspenfrost } { she-cat } { warrior } { calculating } -

➹➹. aim your arrows high.

{ - υ ѕ e r n a м e - }

c a r p e . diem. - Call me finn or diem. ^^

{ - n a м e - }

Aspenfrost - "My eyes were as green as aspen leaves when I was a kit. But for some ungodly reason they turned blue as I got older. I have my theories, though not all of them are too pleasant. As for frost? I guess it works."

{ - d e ѕ ι r e d . n a м e - }

Achieved - ". . . Aspenfrost?"

{ - g e n d e r - }

She-Cat - "Unfortunately you can't tell, so I'll explain you; I'm as female as I can ever be."

{ - r a n ĸ - }

Warrior - "Obviously I'm not leader; I'm too big to be an apprentice, too young to be an elder, too alone to be a queen, too untrustworthy to be deputy and too feisty to be a medicine cat. What else could I be?"

{ - d e ѕ ι r e d . r a n ĸ - }

Warrior - "I guess I want to be deputy. But, then again. . . I don't. Being a warrior is fine, I guess."

{ - a g e - }

27 moons - "I'm nowhere near over the hill; more like a twelfth of the way up."

{ - o v e r a l l . d e ѕ c r ι p т ι o n - }

Striking - It's true; Aspenfrost is striking. The way she holds herself sends out a nearly regal feeling. This tabby is slender and lean, her legs and tail long. An angled face and long, willow-y whiskers render this she-cat to appearing hollowed out; hauntingly empty and devoid of any form of pure happiness or enjoyment. Her overall appearance isn't too awful, really. She's an attractive she-cat. But, unfortunately, she doesn't portray herself as such. Aspenfrost has sleek, dark-brown tabby fur. Black stripes rib down her sides and along her sides, a multitude of browns and tans weaving throughout. A white chin and chest are evident on the she-cat, as well as a single back paw and tail-tip. Her eyes are her most definable characteristic, definitely. Once a bright leafy green color, Aspenfrost's eyes steadily grew more and more blue as she grew older. They're lovely; truly the windows to her soul.

{ - p e l т . c o l o r - }

Tabby - Aspenfrost has sleek, dark-brown tabby fur. Black stripes rib down her sides and along her sides, a multitude of browns and tans weaving throughout. A white chin and chest are evident on the she-cat.

{ - e y e . c o l o r - }

Blue - This she-cat's eyes are her most definable characteristic, definitely. Once a bright leafy green color, her eyes steadily grew more and more blue as she grew older. They're lovely; truly the windows to her soul.

{ - w ι d т н . a n d . l en g т н - }

Slender and Lean - Unlike her thick, long-haired brother, Aspenfrost is slender and lean.

{ - c r υ ѕ н / м a т e - }

Unsure - Aspenfrost is too independent and driven to be weighed down by a relationship, yet she so longs for another's comfort. Though she'd never reveal or peruse the idea, Owlstar seems. . . intriguing. Not as irritating as the rest of the cats in this clan, anyways. Well, maybe a little bit, but she's not ever going to set her mind on such insignificant things such a romance, a family. Family is a scary thing for her.

{ - ĸ ι т ѕ - }

None - "You must be kidding yourself. Who'd want to have kits with me?"

{ - ĸ ι n - }

Oakwhisper - "He's my littermate, unfortunately. We don't talk much."

{ - p e r ѕ o n a l ι т y - }

Chilly - wip

{ - w e a ĸ n e ѕ ѕ e ѕ - }

- Emotion. This might sound funny, so I'll elaborate a bit; Aspenfrost prides herself on not ever feeling any important emotion. Happiness, love, humor. . . None of it. When she does feel these feelings, it scares her. She's not used to it, and she sure as heck doesn't enjoy it.

- Water. This she-cat hasn't ever been fond of the stuff.

- Power. Now, I'm saying she's a power-hungry crazy. No, Aspenfrost just can't be trusted it. She's rather unpredictable; definitely not the type of cat you'd want to be a deputy or anything of the sort.

- Independence. Being independent is not typically a terrible thing. But for Aspenfrost? Being independent means isolating herself off from any form of help.

{ - ѕ т r e n g т н ѕ - }

- Planning. This she-cat has a mind for challenges and puzzles. She's actually quite organized and punctual - of course, this is all for another reason, but she figures that the practice wouldn't hurt.

- Precision. Aspenfrost has excellent aim. Whether it be striking the final blow in battle or hunting, she can leave a particularly messy job clean and shiny. Of course she isn't the best; the thought itself is funny. But she's fairly talented.

- Concealment. Surprisingly, Aspenfrost is an excellent actress in the sense that she can hide away most of her emotions. Her mind is organized into different little boxes - one for anger, one for joy, etc., etc. She separates her inner feelings with her outer and store them here, keeping her expressions cool and collected.

{ - n ι c ĸ n a м e - }

Finn - "I have none. Call me Aspenfrost." As for me? Call me Finn or infinity. ^^

{ - a n y т н ι n g . ι . ғ o r g o т - }

nah

[carrie dee.]

- { oakwhisper } { tom } { warrior } { gentle } -

☄☄. keep on running, soldier.

{ - υ ѕ e r n a м e - }

c a r p e . diem - Look to Aspenfrost. :3

{ - n a м e - }

Oakwhisper - "My mother named me and my sister after her favorite trees. Aspen and oak. Oak sounds a bit more masculine, though, don't you think? Whisper came from. . . Well, I don't know. I'm not particularly quiet or anything like that."

{ - d e ѕ ι r e d . n a м e - }

Achieved - "My name is Oakwhisper. That's all I ever want to be called, really."

{ - g e n d e r - }

Tom - "I do hope you can tell."

{ - r a n ĸ - }

Warrior - "I'm happy where I am, I guess. Being a warrior is familiar."

{ - d e ѕ ι r e d . r a n ĸ - }

Deputy - "Don't get me wrong; I'm extremely happy for ( insert deputy name here ). (S)he's a brilliant warrior and deserves the rank. A cat can dream, though, can't he?"

{ - a g e - }

27 moons - "Just the same as my littermate."

{ - o v e r a l l . d e ѕ c r ι p т ι o n - }

big? small? muscular? lithe? slender?

{ - p e l т . c o l o r - }

just the color of the pelt

{ - e y e . c o l o r - }

just the color of the eyes

{ - w ι d т н . a n d . l en g т н - }

average? long? tall? fat?

{ - c r υ ѕ н / м a т e - }

drama please >:D

{ - ĸ ι т ѕ - }

does it have any kits?

{ - ĸ ι n - }

how about family?

{ - p e r ѕ o n a l ι т y - }

what should we expect this cat to be like?

{ - w e a ĸ n e ѕ ѕ e ѕ - }

what makes them tremble?

{ - ѕ т r e n g т н ѕ - }

what gives them power?

{ - n ι c ĸ n a м e - }

what's it's nickname? and what should I call you?

{ - a n y т н ι n g . ι . ғ o r g o т - }

did i forgot to add anything in here that you would like me to know?

[carrie dee.]

"You can be the prince and
I can be your princess,
You can be the sweet tooth,
I can be the dentist.
You can be the shoes and
I can be the laces,
You can be the heart,
that I spill on the pages.
You can be the vodka
and I can be the chaser,
You can be the pencil
and I can be the paper.
You can be as cold
as the winter weather,
But I don't care as long
as we're together.
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you,
cause boy you complete me.
And in time I know
that we'll both see
That we're all we need."
______________
Song : : " Perfect Two "
Artist : : Auburn

ⓢⓤⓟⓔⓡⓜⓐⓝ & cєcιℓу

___________________________________________________________________________________

♠ { Superman / / Cecily } { Tom / / She-cat } { Loner / / Loner } { Entertaining / / Graceful } ♠

leтѕ geт тo ĸnow eacнoтнer

naмe ;; Superman / / Cecily
deѕιred naмe ;; "If I ever choose to join, I'd love to be named Cliffjumper." / / "I'm not one for large groups, but if I do join the clan? Echobreeze has a lovely ring to it. . ."
gender ;; Tom / / She-cat
ranĸ ;; They are both loners as of now.
deѕιred ranĸ ;; "Oh, I don't know. One that fights and hunts?" / / "I'd love to either learn about medicine or be a, oh, what to they call them? Queens? Then, yes, I'd love to be a queen. If not, I guess a warrior would be alright."
age ;; 28 moons / / 25 moons

on тнe oυтѕιde

overall deѕcrιpтιon ;; Superman is adorable. Strange word for a full grown tom, right? Well, the way he presents himself is simply adorable. He would be handsome if he didn't always act like an overgrown kit; but, of course, he does, so there's no point of thinking what he could have been. Anyways, back on topic? Superman is large for a tom. He is thick in the shoulders, strong in the hind legs. Muscles cord up his legs and spine, leaving his body fit and limber. Thick, long white-and-black fur covers the tom from head to toe. His tail is unusually long and fluffy for the rest of his fur length, but others find it cute. Playful green eyes look out at the world, like pools of deep emerald moss. Superman's whiskers are long as well, helping the tom climb and keep his balance easier. / / Cecily. What can I say? She's lovely. Everything from her dainty paws to the velvet-y tips of her ears simply screams grace. Though she isn't narrow, Cecily is still very femanine. First, her fur. In your mind, imagine fresh cream. Think of cinnamon, brown sugar, and ashes dusting over the top, swirling together gently. There you have it. Cecily's fur. Her pelt is long and soft, the color of ivory. A dusting of brown, grey and auburn spread down her spine, shoulders, flanks, tail, and across her cheeks. A small pink button of a nose sits perfectly in the center of the pretty she-cat's face, long whiskers sprouting on either side. Next, her eyes. Cecily has beautiful eyes. Cornflower blue in color, they are pure and untouched by any other hints of pigments. Her eyes are very expressive, often showing her inner emotions when she least wants them to. Envy, anger, pride, fear. . . All of it is detectable through her eyes.
pelт color ;; Superman's coat is black-and-white. Simplest way to put it, I guess. / / Cecily's coat is ivory with a dusting of grey, brown and auburn.
eye color ;; His eyes are a brilliant emerald green. / / Eye's as blue as hers are unmistakable. Cornflower is the shade.
wιdтн and lengтн ;; Superman is broad and long. / / Cicely is sturdy and long, though not obtusely so.

dιggιng deeper

crυѕн / мaтe ;; None for both~
ĸιтѕ ;; None~
ĸιn ;; Superman has some family back at the two-leg place, but he hasn't seen them since he was a kit. / / None known of for this one. . .
perѕonalιтy ;; Superman wip / / Cecily wip
weaĸneѕѕeѕ ;; Superman has the mindset of a young apprentice. He's easily destracted and often gets off task, creating chaos wherever he and Cecily travel. / / Cecily has a sharp tounge. Thou she seems modest and gentle, the fiesty she-cat will not be afraid to scold a cat older then herself, or a kit she hasn't met.
ѕтrengтнѕ ;; Though he's rather childish, Superman has a thing for jumping. Whether it's up trees or across gorges, he can do it. / / Cecily has an excellent memory. She's a quick learner as well; another plus.

oтнer

υѕernaмe ;; infinity and b e y o n d.
nιcĸnaмe ;; Finn, beyond; whatever floats your boat is fine with me. :3
тнeмe ѕong;; Superman : : " Kryptonite " - 3 Doors Down / / Cecily : : " Think Of Me " - Rosi Golan
anyтнιng ι ғorgoт? ;; Cecily and Superman have been friends for moons. The reason that they're on the same form is simple; I'll never be roleplaying the one without the other. I can almost think of them as one, huge cat.