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Postby Lady Tuesday » Sun Dec 01, 2013 11:35 am

.: P l e a s e R e a d :.
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This is not the RP, but if you'd like to go to the RP, please click here. This is only for the members of RivalClans! Please do not post if you are not a member/planning on joining! I made this forum so you could post your forms here and not spam the RP with them. So please do only that. If I accept you, you should get a PM saying so. I will only accept your form if I believe your literacy to be acceptable for the RP and if you have followed all of the rules. If you have any questions/don't get what I mean, please contact me by PM. Thank you, Tuesday.


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[list][*][color=#000080]N a m e[/color] : [color=#808080][i][size=90]Answer here.[/size][/i][/color]
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[*][color=#000080]A g e [/color]: [color=#808080][i][size=90]Answer here.[/size][/i][/color]
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[The following cat is not a real character of Rival Clans! It is just to show you how your form should look!]


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asics
  • N a m e : WillowSong.
  • G e n d e r : Female.
  • A g e : 22 Moons (months).
  • R a n k : Warrior.
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : Deputy.
  • C l a n : DuskClan.

P ersonal
  • A p p e a r a n c e : WillowSong is a dark grey She-Cat with long fur and dark brown eyes.
  • P e r s o n a l i t y : She is bipolar, so at one instant she will be very nice and welcoming and a few seconds later she can be cruel and abusive.
  • H i s t o r y : She used to be a DawnClan cat until they kicked her out because she attacked a newborn kit due to her tedious mood. She was then forced to become a DuskClan cat where she currently lives.

elations
  • F a t h e r : Unknown.
  • M o t h e r : QuailLeap...deceased.
  • S i b l i n g s : None; she was an only child.
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : Nope.
  • C r u s h : Nope.
  • M a t e : Nope.
  • O f f s p r i n g : Nope.

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Name | Gender| Age in moons (months). | {Owner}


.: O t h e r s :. wrote:L o n e r s / R o u g e s:
  • Accepting!<3

K i t t y P e t s:
  • Accepting!<3


.: D a w n C l a n :.
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Leader:
  • Open [don't ask to reserve, there will be a poll.]

Deputy:
  • Reserved for me.

Medicine Cat:
  • Open [don't ask to reserve, there will be a poll.]

Medicine Cat Apprentice:
  • Accepting!<3

Warriors:
  • Accepting!<3

Apprentices:
  • Accepting!<3

Queens:
  • Accepting!<3

Kits:
  • Accepting!<3

Elders:
  • Accepting!<3
.: D u s k C l a n :.
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Leader:
  • Reserved for me.

Deputy:
  • Open [don't ask to reserve, there will be a poll.]

Medicine Cat:
  • Open [don't ask to reserve, there will be a poll.]

Medicine Cat Apprentice:
  • Open [don't ask to reserve, there will be a poll.]

Warriors:
  • Accepting!<3

Apprentices:
  • Accepting!<3

Queens:
  • Accepting!<3

Kits:
  • Accepting!<3

Elders:
  • Accepting!<3
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Re: T h e C A T S o f R I V A L C L A N S ➸

Postby peachsmoothie. » Sun Dec 01, 2013 3:02 pm

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asics
  • N a m e : Swiftpaw
  • W a r r i o r N a m e : Swiftjaw
  • G e n d e r : Tomcat
  • A g e : 6 moons
  • R a n k : Medicine cat apprentice?
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : Medicine cat
  • C l a n : Duskclan

P ersonal
  • A p p e a r a n c e : Swiftpaw is a soft, white pelted kitten. Er, newly apprentice. He has just been apprenticed, and hopes to be medicine cat. He is quite small for his size, with grey marks that go down from his ears to his eyes. They connect at his forehead, leaving a white "fire" shaped mark between his eyes and in the middle of his forehead, connecting to his white cheeks and muzzle. He has a long tail, unlike his small body frame. Swiftpaw has excellent balance, smart wits, and speed all in his hand when in combat, even though all his skills come from kit fights. He has little muscles, and a bad memory.
  • P e r s o n a l i t y : With his friends- fellow apprentices- he is open and a funny, loving guy. He tends to hang out with a few friends, and bond very closely with them. His apprentice friends would describe him as a very fun-loving, smart, and loyal friend. But that's only half of Swiftpaw. With adults, he changes from the smooth friend to the quiet, nervous little apprentice. He never really bonded with any adults, as his parents died when he was very young. His mentor is the only grown cat friend he really has. Grown cats would describe Swiftpaw as a very smart cat, but just too shy to open up to them and share his wonderful ideas. Besides all that, he can be grumpy, scatterbrained, and definitely isn't a morning cat.
  • H i s t o r y : He was born near the end of green leaf. The days were cooling, but there was still an abundance of prey about. He was an only kit, so he didn't have many friends to play with, but there were plenty other litters to play with. He never really knew his father, Windtalon, as he was killed a few days prior to Swiftpaw's birth. However, his mother, Breezyheart, was deeply saddened by her mates death, and got very sick, and soon died. Swiftpaw didn't really understand what happened, but after that, he turned his back on grown cats after he was fully weaned. He has a few playmates, and grew up without the usual hunger to be leader. He always wanted to be a medicine cat after he turned 4 moon old. he hopes the leader will allow him to train to be a medicine cat and be closer to Starclan.

elations
  • F a t h e r : Windtalon
  • M o t h e r : Breezyheart
  • S i b l i n g s : None
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : None
  • C r u s h : None
  • M a t e : Not allowed
  • O f f s p r i n g : Err.... None
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Re: T h e C A T S o f R I V A L C L A N S ➸

Postby - M u d d e h - » Sun Dec 01, 2013 3:13 pm

☼ A m b e r p a w ☼

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Age: 6 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: DawnClan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor: To be appointed
Apprentice: Not yet
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Mother: Leafdew ♀
Father: Ravenflight ♂
Siblings: Jaytalon ♂, Reedkit ♂
Closest Friend: None
Mate: None
Kits: None

Name
“Amberpaw is the name bestowed upon me by my warrior ancestors, carefully selected by my mother. She treasured my name as she did the gentle tendrils of the early morning dawn: simple and serene, but with the potential to progress into something great. I pine for the day that my name reflects the extent of my warrior training.”

Family
"My mother, Leafdew, was a very kind-hearted and compassionate soul. She was well-known for her warm disposition and optimism for the future, qualities that were required for her position as medicine cat of DawnClan. She withheld a powerful belief in StarClan and looked to her faith to draw strength. Her bond with our warrior ancestors was something that Leafdew prided herself on. She illustrated the importance of faith and purity of spirit, something I continue to strive toward as I carry out my own life. Her greatest flaw, however, was that she depended too heavily on her trust in others. This would later lead to the betrayal of her heart and her ultimate end. I hold my mother in the highest respect and cherish her memory deep in the bowels of my heart."

"Ravenflight was the name of my father. He was a brave and valiant warrior of DuskClan with a unbridled ambition to lead his Clanmates. He served as deputy for several moons, but never lived to see the day his warrior ancestors would grant him eight more lives. He was fiercely protective of his Clan, which would lead to his death in the end. Despite his menacing performance in battle and his physically superior appearance, my father was surprisingly very gentle to his cats. He proved to me that determination and devotion will carry you farther than any other quality. Committing yourself to the journey is what will set your feet on the path to success. I greatly admire my father and strive to champion his strengths and virtues."

"I have a half-brother who shares my father's blood. His name is Jaytalon and he is 8 moons older than me. He and I have an interesting relationship. Though he and I live in separate Clans, we still share a rather strong bond. I respect my brother's loyalty to DuskClan and always feel drawn to him when I am feeling lost or confused. It's almost as if he is the only part of my life that is consistent. We share the same father and that fact will never waver. Though we do not share the ideal sibling relationship, I think that we are unusually close, given the circumstances. We are protective of one another to some degree. I think that because my brother's littermate, Reedkit, died of greencough, he is particularly keen on guarding the blood of his kin. I am my brother's biggest fan from the sidelines, but I am careful not to let my relationship with my kin entangle with my loyalty to my Clan."


Love Interest
"I have yet to harbor any affections for a tom."

Personality
"I am known best for my unique and incredible work ethic. I have unbridled passion for my duties as a warrior and I let nothing prevent me from achieving my goal. This unwavering devotion to my training is not only my strength, but my greatest weakness. Even if I am sick or injured or worse, I find it impossible to tear away from my duties. This would not be as bad if I did not find it so difficult to communicate with others in regards to my physical and emotional condition. I can never seem to find the right words to inform someone that I am sick or wounded or that I am stressed out beyond belief. I prefer to keep my pain bottled up, which sometimes leads to moments of distress or depression in me. But above all this, I am known for being a great listener. I love to be there for my friends and to give advice when needed. I like to be the one someone goes to when they are feeling upset for any reason. I like to take care of others and to be there for them."

"Personally, though, I think laughter is the best medicine. I love to make others laugh and to uphold a positive attitude that others can feed off of at all times. I can usually maintain the cheerfullest of dispositions for the benefit of those around me, despite whatever I am feeling that day. I try to be very encouraging to my Clanmates and I like to consider myself a leader. I want to be the best warrior I possibly can be and I try to illicit the same qualities from my friends and family. My training, whether it is personal or with others, is everything to me. The feelings of euphoria that I feel when I'm swimming or running greatly matches my passion. Like any other honorable warrior, I harbor ambition. However, I am always careful not to let my ambition blind my judgement. Though I tend to be a little quick to temper, I try my best to come off as polite and friendly."


History
"Many seasons ago, during a border skirmish between the two Clans, my father was captured by the warriors of DawnClan and made prisoner. Badly wounded in the battle, Ravenflight was handed over to the DawnClan medicine cat at the time, who just so happened to be my mother. Throughout the conflict between the two Clans, Ravenflight and Leafdew grew to be very close. My mother learned to greatly trust my father and he found her passion for healing and spiritual energy to be engaging. However, when the time came when DuskClan retaliated for the seizing of their deputy, my parents were separated. Their time of romance and intimacy had officially ended. Several moons later, my mother was discovered to be expecting kits. Desperate to avoid judgement from within her own Clan, Leafdew fled to DuskClan where she publicly announced that Ravenflight was the father. Though my father still felt affections for my mother, his loyalty to his Clan drove him to desperate measures. He retained his reputation of upholding honor and truth and validated Leafdew's claims. He then asked to step down from his position as Clan deputy and asked that Leafdew respected his current relationship with his mate, Darkwillow. At the time, Jaykit and Reedkit were horrified to learn of their father's indiscretion. However, in time, the Clan learned to forgive Ravenflight's mistakes. My mother's title as medicine cat was removed when I was born and the pain of being deprived of her profession led to the deterioration of Leafdew's health. She ultimately died of infection, but every cat knows that the real cause was from a broken heart. My father still felt loyalty to my mother and provided fresh-kill for me as I was raised to the age of 6 moons. When my father died in combat with a fox, the legacy of Leafdew and Ravenflight died with him, along with the untimely ends of Darkwillow and Reedkit to greencough. My brother and I are the spiritual bridge between the divided family members."

Appearance
Amberpaw is a golden-brown dappled she-cat with mottled, leopard-like prints. She has lighter-colored paws that support a lean, but muscular build. She has broad shoulders and powerful back haunches. Her light blue eyes range from cobalt to cerulean, depending on the fairness of the weather. She has a short-haired coat with soft, smooth fur. Though she withholds obvious strength and muscular power, she does not appear overly large. She still manages to maintain a very lithe, lanky body composition.

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Eye Color: Cobalt
Fur Color: Golden-brown
Fur Pattern: Dappled
Fur Length: Short-haired
Size: Moderate
Build: Lean, muscular
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Swimming: Elite
Running: Excellent
Climbing: Poor
Hunting: Great
Offense: Decent
Defense: Good


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Age: 14 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: DuskClan
Rank: Warrior
Mentor: Mudfoot ♂
Apprentice: Not yet
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Mother: Darkwillow ♀
Father: Ravenflight ♂
Siblings: Amberpaw ♀, Reedkit ♂
Closest Friend: None
Mate: None
Kits: None

Name
“My name is Jaytalon. My mother and father both came to a consensus on my name. They agreed that I had the disposition of a sharp-eyed jay. They hoped that as I grew up, I would develop the same elusive, mysterious traits that make the jay such an intriguing and majestic creature. I only hope that I can live up to their expectations.”

Family
"Darkwillow was only the mother to Reedkit and me. She was not the mother of my sister. Unlike my father, my mother was infinitely loyal to our family. She was a wonderful mother to my brother and me. She was warm and affectionate and fiercely protective of her kits. I learned from her the importance of unbridled loyalty to a Clan and to a mate. My mother didn't deserve the heartbreak that she experienced. I understand now the impact a parent has on their offspring's life and I will live up to my mother's status as a mother."

"My father was the famous Ravenflight. He is remembered by DuskClan for his greatness as our deputy, not for his infidelity with the DawnClan medicine cat at the time, by the name of Leafdew. Aside from his fatal error, my father was a very brave and noble individual. He taught me everything I know about the warrior code. That is why I felt so betrayed when I learned of my father's misdoing. I still greatly admire my father, however, and his service to our Clan. He died a warrior's death, protecting the Clan from a vicious fox. I only hope that I can leave such a memorable impact on my own Clan when I join StarClan."

"Though I did not always know it, I actually have a sister. . .A half-sister, that is. Amberpaw is a loyal warrior of DawnClan and her faithfulness to her Clan is something I have always found admirable in her. I have never understood how she can have such undivided loyalty to DawnClan when half of her blood lies in DuskClan. Though we may not exactly be friends, being from rival Clans and such, we actually share a particularly close bond. Perhaps it was when I lost both my brother, Reedkit, and my mother to greencough. They preceded by father's death by only 2 moons. In just a blink of an eye, I had lost my entire family and all I had ever known. Suddenly, kinship and blood meant everything to me. Leafdew had succumbed to infection, so I was also the only remainder of Amberpaw's family. We were both driven together by a mutual need to protect our sibling. Even though she is from an enemy Clan, I feel the need to look after my sister and ensure that she is healthy and safe. However, this does not corrupt my loyalty to DuskClan in any way and I hope it never does."


Love Interest
"As of now, I am bound by no responsibilities affiliated with love."

Personality
"According to others, I am a very hard individual to read. I tend to be rather quiet and independent. To some it may seem that I am acting stand-offish or aloof. But it's more that I am just less inclined to be social, because it's hard to be attached to someone who could be snatched away from you in a heartbeat. It's a lonely way of life, but I simply can't help how I view things. I'm not unfriendly, of course, I just find it hard not to be serious most of the time. I feel that if I spend less time trying to 'enjoy' myself and trying to keep my Clanmates safe, they might live longer."

"There was once an elder by the name of Skywish. She used to call me a 'smart-aleck'. I don't try to take advantage of my sharp-tongue or sarcastic disposition, but sometimes I simply can't help it. I'm a nice guy at heart, it's just that I'm such a typical fly on the wall. I never try to be rude. I can just be rather quick to temper. But all I want to do is be the best warrior I can possibly be. I would surrender my life to my Clan in a heartbeat. I believe I have the caliber and the knowledge to be a great warrior and I only hope that my performance can match my personal goals and images for myself."


History
"For awhile, life was perfect. I was the son of a highly esteemed deputy of my Clan and his prized queen. Each parent was highly involved in my brother and I. My mother was very careful to raise us to be humble warriors of our Clan, devoted to the warrior code and our Clanmates. My father would utilize all of his free time outside of his warrior duties to demonstrate the best hunting and fighting techniques outside of the nursery. Those were some of my favorite memories. Reedkit would always be my partner in crime. The two of us got into all sorts of trouble. Then one night, Ravenflight didn't return from combat. When we had learned that he had been captured and taken prisoner by the warriors of DawnClan. I remember the next moon being dark and mysterious. When our leader appointed a temporary replacement deputy, I was filled with blinding fury. When the fateful day came that our warrior patrol recovered my father, I thought that everything would be restored to the way they used to be. But the following moon, the DawnClan medicine cat presented herself before the Clan and claimed that Ravenflight was the father of her unborn kits. I felt nothing but betrayal as I felt waves of grief and agony roll off of my mother as my father confessed to his deeds. He stepped down from his position as deputy and devoted his heart to my mother Darkwillow. Leafdew fled back to her Clan where she gave birth to my half-sister. Shortly after, I had to accept my apprentice name alone because my brother was sick with greencough. I remember promising him that soon he would recover and then he would catch up to my status in no time. But Reedkit never got any better and soon he joined the ranks of StarClan. Losing my brother was one of the hardest aspects of my past. I had never felt more alone in my life. Then my mother fell ill and I hardly even registered her death. My father could detect my pain, but he was never given the chance to comfort me in my pain. I lost him to the battle against the fox and I realized how fragile life is. My mentor, Mudfoot, served as my father figure throughout my training. Not only was he my coach through my training, but he was also my closest friend. He was there for me when I needed him, even though I constantly wore a mask of my emotions. Somehow, Mudfoot always knew what I was feeling. Without Mudfoot's guidance, I might have had a very different outlook on life and death today. When Mudfoot died protecting a litter of kits from a Twoleg monster, I felt as though I had been stripped of my existence. But I learned to forgive and forget, because of Mudfoot's guidance. I will never forget what he taught me and I will always hold his wisdom and guidance close to my heart."

Appearance
Jaytalon is a very lanky, long-bodied individual with broad shoulders. He has bright, inquisitive green eyes and smaller than usual paws. He is built for stamina and endurance, such as running and climbing trees and boulders. His light gray pelt with darker flecks are his advantage as he prowls throughout the night, which is one of Jaypaw's favorite things to do.

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Eye Color: Viridian
Fur Color: Light gray with darker stripes
Fur Pattern: Striped
Fur Length: Medium-haired
Size: Moderate
Build: Lanky, solid-muscled
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Swimming: Decent
Running: Elite
Climbing: Excellent
Hunting: Good
Offense: Great
Defense: Poor
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Re: T h e C A T S o f R I V A L C L A N S ➸

Postby Lady Tuesday » Sun Dec 01, 2013 3:55 pm

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asics
  • N a m e : HawkPaw.
  • W a r r i o r N a m e : HawkFlight? (May change.)
  • G e n d e r : Tom.
  • A g e : 7 Moons.
  • R a n k : Apprentice.
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : Warrior.
  • C l a n : DawnClan.

P ersonal
  • A p p e a r a n c e : He is a light brown Abyssinian cat with dark brown markings and green eyes.
  • P e r s o n a l i t y : HawkPaw is very kind and gentle, but he pretended to be cruel so he could better fit in at Dusk, he was never much of a bully until he started being bullied for being 'soft-hearted'. Then he realized that he didn't want to be in that clan once his parents died.
  • H i s t o r y : Grew up in Dusk and was orphaned at a young age when his mother and father died in a badger attack. He left to live with the DawnClan cats.

elations
  • F a t h e r : ReefFoot.
  • M o t h e r : SorrelTongue.
  • S i b l i n g s : Nope.
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : Not yet.
  • C r u s h : Not yet.
  • M a t e : Nope.
  • O f f s p r i n g : None.

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Re: T h e C A T S o f R I V A L C L A N S ➸

Postby Lady Tuesday » Sun Dec 01, 2013 8:23 pm

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asics
  • N a m e : Answer here.
  • W a r r i o r N a m e : Answer here. (If already warrior delete this section, if not, then replace these instructions with warrior name instead.)
  • G e n d e r : Answer here.
  • A g e : Answer here.
  • R a n k : Answer here.
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : Answer here.
  • C l a n : Answer here. (Put 'None.' If your cat is a KittyPet or Loner/Rouge)

P ersonal
  • A p p e a r a n c e : Answer here.
  • P e r s o n a l i t y : Answer here.
  • H i s t o r y : Answer here.

elations
  • F a t h e r : Answer here.
  • M o t h e r : Answer here.
  • S i b l i n g s : Answer here.
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : Answer here.
  • C r u s h : Answer here.
  • M a t e : Answer here.
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Re: T h e C A T S o f R I V A L C L A N S ➸

Postby ~Sapphire » Mon Dec 02, 2013 6:41 am

May I claim medicine cat apprentice for DawnClan? Writing the form right now <3
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Postby ~Sapphire » Mon Dec 02, 2013 6:42 am

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  • N a m e : Sweetwing
  • G e n d e r : She-cat
  • A g e : 15 moons
  • R a n k : Medicine cat apprentice?
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : Medicine cat (apprentice)
  • C l a n : DuskClan

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  • A p p e a r a n c e : Sweetwing is a small ginger and white tabby she-cat with light brown eyes. She has a very thin frame that is filled out by her soft, feathery pelt.
  • P e r s o n a l i t y : Sweetwing is clever, quiet, and hardworking. She is compassionate and will do anything to serve her Clan in any way. However, she is easily irritated and can be very pessimistic. She doesn't talk much if it isn't necessary. She finds it hard to trust other cats.
  • H i s t o r y : Sweetwing was born into DuskClan with her brother Badgerkit. She was once a very outgoing, curious cat, but once her brother died at three moons from greencough, she became very introverted. Ever since then, she wanted to be a medicine cat, and has been a quick learner ever since.

elations
  • F a t h e r : Swallowpelt
  • M o t h e r : Briarnose (deceased)
  • S i b l i n g s : Badgerkit (deceased)
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : None
  • C r u s h : None
  • M a t e : None
  • O f f s p r i n g : None
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Postby b l u r r yg h o s t » Tue Dec 03, 2013 7:09 am

( please ignore any references to the original clans. these character's i have are ones i use for original forest role plays. i think i got them all, but i might have missed some. )


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  • N a m e : Pigeonflight.
  • G e n d e r : Tom.
  • A g e : Fifty-seven moons.
  • R a n k : Warrior.
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : Leader?
  • C l a n : DawnClan

P ersonal
  • A p p e a r a n c e : Pigeonflight is lean and lengthy. However, compared to his other Clanmates he does have a bit of "bulk" about him. At first glance this may seem a little odd; having more muscle to his frame: but he makes it work. He adapted his large paws to carry him off the ground faster, aiding him in the hunt. He would argue he is a more of a hunter than a warrior, but he has had his fair share of victories in battle. Pigeonflight's head is wide and flat with two large ears and a small gray nose. His fur is thin and sleek, and shines as a fairly basic color. The base of the coat is a dark gray that is flecked with lighter freckles of gray throughout the rest of his coat. Around his muzzle, feet, ears, and tail appear random white splotches like clouds against a rainy sky.

    There are several scars that march across his body in several places, all from battles. His left ear has several tears in it and the tip folds over slightly. Pigeonflight's eyes are large and a brilliant shade of green. His eyes are the most important part to his appearance, as they tell his entire story and always seem to reflect his emotions crystal clear. He gets embarrassed by this fact, as he respects a warrior who can keep their emotions a secret. When he was a kit, the elders always told him that the reason he cannot hide his feelings from his eyes is because he has too many overpowering thoughts. They told him that they needed to find a place to spill out of his mind somehow or else they would drown in each other, leaving him completely emotionless by the time he grew up. They explained to him that his eyes are the perfect mirrors for the heart, the luminous shade of green chased away all of the envy and greed.

  • P e r s o n a l i t y : Pigeonflight has an elaborate personality to contrast his rather simple appearance. He does his best to be a role model to all of the young cats in the Clan. He has emerged from many battles victorious and yet he is just as honorable in a moment of defeat, respecting his enemy's victory and treating them with an honest respect. Pigeonflight is no doubt a cat with high standards and morals. He believes every cat has the chance to earn love and respect, but once he deems you unworthy of his trust he makes sure you understand you are now considered a threat. Anything jeopardizing the safety is Clan or family is absolutely not tolerated by any means. Once the threat is known, he will do whatever is in his power to eliminate the threat swiftly, securing maximum safety. Pigeonflight does his best to learn from his mistakes. While he would rather live without them, he has developed a tactic of looking at them from a different perspective. Instead of drowning in the choices he has made, he puts them to use. He uses the knowledge he has gained from them against all of the enemies who have become obstacles in his life.

    This cat has a sweet meow that comes with a nasty bite. He does his best to keep an even temper, but once he is pushed he gets pushed far. Pigeonflight isn't the type of cat to get over things easily. He holds a grudge, and boils over the situation. But he doesn't make these feelings known. He becomes passive aggressive, fighting with his razor blade tongue rather than his claws. Perhaps this doesn't effect some cats, but he is creative with his harsh words and knows how to get underneath someones skin. On some occasions he has become obsessed with the anger, and doesn't let it go until he has won the fight. He is a cat who never forgets and makes it known to others: never pick a fight with me. He becomes cocky and blinded to his own morals. This creates a dangerous foundation for him to seem hypocritical. Even the wisest men need to learn again.

    Pigeonflight is a workaholic. He is constantly doing something productive, and this nasty trait only increases during the moons of leafbare. For a cat as wise as he is, most are shocked when they discover he has not found the healthy balance between the toils of a day and the rest that comes at night. He hasn't realized it yet, but this originates from the fact that he needs time alone with his thoughts regularly. If he doesn't get to think about things, he becomes moody and irritable and a nightmare to deal with. He values the concept of "alone time", and he respects when his friends want to be left to their own demise. He spends his days giving excellent advice and doing his best as a warrior and somewhere deep down he is afraid that his personality is a lie. Pigeonflight can't take a compliment in the slightest, and relies on his younger siblings to help him accept who is.

    Despite all of these things, Pigeonflight would make and excellent father. His overwhelming need to protect the ones he loves offers a beneficial side to him, as well as his compassion that seems to have no limits. The funny thing about Pigeonflight is that he tries to act "noble and wise" one hundred percent of the time, but the truth is, he still is a kit at heart. Yes, he is wise, and he is noble, he deserves respect from many cats. But he wouldn't be resist playing a game with a kit (or even Thistleheart and Robinleaf). He is a good teacher, and really does appreciate the idea of starting a family. He's not sure he'd ever be able to "settle down", which is why the mate he would choose would be a she-cat who is willing to put up with the annoying habits he has. Cats often mistake his wisdom, kindness, and his resistance to battle as a weakness. The fact that Pigeonflight gathers as much information as possible they label him as nosy and careless, even immature. They see these traits as open opportunities to engage in war or simply to walk all over him, making outrageous demands. Pigeonflight merely watches this behind a cold smile, wondering if he'll ever be able to find bliss in ignorance.

  • H i s t o r y : Pigeonstar was born healthy and strong, surprisingly for a kit born close to the tail end of leafbare. There we no other little lives to be lost either, for Pigeonkit was the only one in his litter. A rare thing, yes, but his mother was somewhat pleased. Pigeonkit was her firstborn and it made her life easier without having several little trouble makers jumping around her paws. Owlsong named him Pigeonkit to match his silvery-cream coat that always seemed to be ruffled no matter how many times it was groomed. Pigeonkit was restless as every other kit, especially during his first two moons of life where he was the only kit in the nursery. Nightclaw, his father, did his best to keep the poor thing entertained. But eventually, trophies and feathers were not enough to keep Pigeonkit entertained, and it wasn't long before he was demanding to roam the moor. Constantly he would beg and plead with Nightclaw to give him a tour, as if the answer would magically change the more he begged. His complaining, much to every cat's relief, dissolved when a young soon to be queen moved into the nursery. Pigeonkit was fascinated by her swollen belly, and even more so; puzzled. Conversations between mother and son would often go something like this:

    'But mama, I don't understand,' he would state simply, his voice dripping with the desire to learn.
    'Don't understand what, love?' Owlsong would reply, her voice tired but patient. If anything she was proud of her son's intelligence and curiosity. It only meant that she would have to teach him when curiosity was appropriate.
    'I don't understand how kittens could be inside of her. How do they breathe? Or make dirt?' He would scrunch up his gray nose for emphasis.
    Owlsong would then sigh a loving sigh, the kind of sigh only a mother could share. 'Oh little one, such interesting questions,' she would murmur as she would touch her nose his head, 'I'm afraid I can't bring you the answers you seek. No one can. Jut know that they are safe, and they will grow. Every cat grows in that way at first, and take comfort in the fact that StarClan is guiding them every pawstep of the way here.'

    Of course an answer such as this did not satisfy the young kit, but it helped him sooner accept the fact that it is impossible to know everything. When Pigeonkit was five moons old the kits were born, and they never ceased to fascinate him. It was hard, living most of his kithood without the games and presence of other young minds. However, he couldn't help but feel waves of pride knowing three little kits looked up to him. Often they would give him reign over the games, ask him what rabbit tasted like (as they were still nursing), and even want to nap next to him. Owlsong was happy for her son, despite the fact that she was getting restless. She anticipated Pigeonkit's apprentice ceremony almost as much as he did. It was just as hard staying cooped up with the kits. But she stayed with her son until the time came at last to move out.

    Pigeonpaw couldn't be happier. He still visited his nursery mates, promising them the greatness of the moors and visits everyday. He understood their impatience, and even their envy. But with ever day of training he was glad for the wait, the training of a warrior was intense and a young kit would not be able to handle it. Pigeonpaw's mentor was a middle aged she-cat named Amberstripe, a cat who had an equal balance of battle training and hunting techniques. Some day's were dedicated to only one or the other, enabling Pigeonpaw to expand his talents. The bond between mentor and apprentice strengthened greatly between the two cats, and Pigeonpaw found he always looked forward to training with her. Amberstripe never had to ask him twice to get a task done, the young tom seemed to beg for work even. It was great for everyone. His life was wonderful. A little simple if anything, but that never lasted long in the forest. And it didn't.

    It was a chilly leafbare afternoon, and Pigeonpaw was accompanying Amberstripe and an older warrior named Haretooth on a hunting patrol. They were doing their best, but so far they were empty pawed. Haretooth kept testing Pigeonpaw's stamina and progress and he was pleasantly surprised with Pigeonpaw's answer's. Haretooth nodded approvingly to Amberstripe before pausing suddenly. The two others wrinkled their noses as the sickly odor hit them. Pigeonpaw choked out, 'What Clan is that from? No Clan I know!' Amberstripe put her tail over the apprentice's mouth in an order to remain silent. All three cats sank low, burrowing underneath the snow. A heart beat later a terrified rabbit bolted over them, diving into a tiny hole. Not a moment later, a scrawny shape landed awkwardly as it skidded, missing the animal with outstretched claws by several mouse lengths. Defeated by hunger, the skinny cat dipped his jaws into the snow, lapping up the frozen water eager to fill his stomach with something. Pigeonpaw's heart sank with pity. The ragged stranger reeked of disease, and was scrawnier than several of his Clanmates. His hipbones were well defined and his ribcage jutted out sharply. His tattered coat usually brown was a tainted mud yellow color and hung off of him, ripped and tainted by several patches of dried blood. Pigeonpaw was no medicine cat, but he could tell plainly that several of his wounds were infected. What stung Pigeonpaw the most was the fact that this tomcat seemed to be just a little over a year older than him, too young to be living a life like this.

    Haretooth, the leader of the patrol, watched for a while. He was wondering weather to chase the loner off or put him out of his misery. He did not miss the look Pigeonpaw was giving the ill one, and Haretooth narrowed his eyes. Quietly he talked to the patrol, deciding that they would have Pigeonpaw talk to the stranger, see if he would be able to talk him into leaving. Pigeonpaw nodded, taking this responsibility seriously. Pigeonpaw begged them to offer the loner herbs and some spare meat if they could find it. It took a while, but eventually Pigeonpaw's compassion wore off on the two warriors, and they agreed that they would not feel right turning the poor tom out to die in the snow. Oddly enough, as he took his first pawsteps out of cover he felt no fear. This cat would not be able to beat a half trained apprentice, and even so he had two backup warriors keeping a careful eye on him. He glanced back at Haretooth before stepping out in front of the cat. 'Hello.' he stated calmly. The stranger whirled around, tattered pelt bristling hastily. Pigeonpaw didn't flinch. Hungry as he was, the starving stranger had no chance against him. 'Please, I'm not here to fight. I'm not sure if you realized this, but you are standing in DawnClan's territory. Ordinarily, I would have to chase you off.' He paused as the stranger lunged at him, having no intentions of leaving. Pigeonpaw easily swatted the tomcat away, pinning him down as gently as possible. The stranger twisted and writhed. 'Please, allow us to help. We will take you back to our camp where you will be cared for properly. We don't have much food to offer, but we do have herbs. Allow us to take care of you.' The stranger was obviously puzzled and confused, but the little strength he had was fading fast. As a last resort, the traveler nodded.

    The patrol had successfully returned with the sick cat, and had been handed over to the medicine cats den. Pigeonpaw had developed a certain fondness towards the newcomer, and their relationship only grew stronger since he was put in charge of hunting for the stranger. Pigeonpaw was shocked to learn the stranger had no name, and was even more appalled when he learned the stranger's history. He had spent most of his years living in the allies of Twolegplace, his home when it rained was a garbage can, if he was lucky. Everyday he had to scavenge for food, but what affected Pigeonpaw the most was when he learned the stranger had even killed cats before. It was something he had regreted deeply, and begged Pigeonpaw not to tell anyone. Pigeonpaw agreed under one condition. The stranger had to get better. And after several moons he did. He was almost unrecognizable, with a sleek brown tabby coat and a thick bushy tail that bristled in every direction. He fit in with the rest of DawnClan well, looking like one of them with a small frame and a thin sleekness about him. He was smaller than even Pigeonpaw. Although he was heartbroken to say goodbye, the stranger eventually decided that Clanlife was not fit for him. He was granted visitation rights by the leader, but they have not seen him since.

    Several years passed and the apprentice earned his warrior name: Pigeonflight. Nightclaw and Owlsong even had a second litter. An energetic tabby tom, Thistleheart and a pale brown she-cat, Robinleaf. The siblings grew very attatched to each other - and the three eventually became an inseperable trio. You would not be able to find one without the other. They were always there for each other no matter what, especially when eventually both Owlsong and Nightclaw joined StarClan due to their old age. They went peacefully and Owlsong still visited Pigeonflight in his dreams.

elations
  • F a t h e r : Nightclaw.
  • M o t h e r : Owlsong.
  • S i b l i n g s : Thisleheart and Robinleaf
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : None yet.
  • C r u s h : None yet.
  • M a t e : None yet.
  • O f f s p r i n g : None yet.

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  • N a m e : Pebblenose.
  • G e n d e r : Tom.
  • A g e : Twenty-nine moons.
  • R a n k : Warrior.
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : Warrior.
  • C l a n : DuskClan

P ersonal
  • A p p e a r a n c e : the first and most noticeable thing about pebblenose is his fur. it almost seems as if someone took a sample of gray, orange tabby, cream, and brown kitten and manipulated the patches to create an entire new pelt. the young feline loves the complexity of his coat, convinced that it makes absolutely no sense. the only thing that disappoints the young tom is the fact that it remains as soft and fuzzy as a kitten's, leaving him to believe that it will never share the same sleek, proud shine as the other adults. however, he takes care of it: dreaming of the day when he will grow wise and strong. his eyes are large and round, adding to his kitten-like appearance. they appear as two icy blue orbs resting in the center of his narrow face, gleaming with an energetic fire that has refused to die out since the moment they opened. occasionally, when he rests in the shadows, they take up a violet tint, which can be unsettling for some cats. his nose, like the rest of his body, is small and pointed, surrounded by subtle brown tabby splotches that appear everywhere through his fur. one splotch decided to land dead center on his nose, tainting the soft hue of pinkish white with a mismarked grey. this mark helped earn his name.
  • P e r s o n a l i t y : pebblenose is a very interesting cat, having many different emotions that he feels all at once. he's a hard cat to categorize, and he hasn't let anyone do so. he has given proof that he is loyal countless times. pebblenose would do anything to protect the ones he loves and his clan. however, the tom suffers from trust issues. he has a hard time opening up to others: even his own clanmates. he knows that he can trust them, that there here for him. he just isn't sure how to trust them. pebblenose is incredibly smart, but he is emotionally stunted. expressing himself properly is an obstacle he has yet to overcome, and he covers it up by putting forward boundless energy. pebblenose enjoys talking, he'll speak even if there is no one there to listen. it helps him relax, and its his way of bonding with his clanmates. unfortunately for him, he has no filter and doesn't know when to cease his chatter. if he isn't talking or speaking, he's thinking. often his time spent alone is time spent lost in thought. pebblenose will trek so far into his thoughts that waking up becomes difficult.

    the young feline can be unimaginably fun to befriend, as long as you can get past is natural sarcastic attitude. he's a smart ass, and honestly blunt. when he was a kit and a young apprentice, it was merely his form of playing. but now he's a warrior. he feels entitled and that no one else can tell him how to live his life. he had established in his own mind that he hates doing as he told - that authority is mouse-brained rubbish while he was still in the apprentice's den. everyday, his mentor would tell him, pebblepaw! you're smart and full of potential, if you would just apply yourself. those last two words make him cringe because he sees the truth in them. pebblenose is a little ball of energy, and he's constantly asking questions or talking about something ridiculous. while training his favorite question was 'Why?' while he'll babble about random things, often making no sense, he has been known to give out random bursts of wisdom and advice. he likes to sound smart, and he'll often become very cocky about it too. he tries to stay level headed in any situation. he often fails and needs the proper guidance from someone who really cares about him.

    one of pebblenose's many flaws is that he has a hard time admitting that he's wrong to anyone. he likes to be smart, and he's usually a pretty good actor when it comes to things like that, faking what he doesn't know. the tom is a clever little beastie, and more often than not he can be incredibly manipulative. trouble has found him countless times, each time worse than the last. but because of this he specializes in finding loopholes, his quick mind allowing him to weave through most arguments if he puts enough effort into thinking about it. he has a hard time focusing and seeing things, especially the difference between right and wrong. because he doesn't know what to expect from the world. pebblenose is still young, and still has a lot to learn about the world and he deems himself unworthy and unready. he has a habit of over thinking things a lot, adding to his buried insecurities. the littlest of problems can send him in whirlwinds of panic. pebblenose is hotheaded and impatient, disrespectful and has more false ego than he can manage, but his passion, love, and undying loyalty prove him to be a wonderful benefit for duskclan.

  • H i s t o r y: pebblenose was born in the duskclan nursery, the warm greenleaf breeze welcoming the new kits into the world. his mother, rowansky, loved them unconditionally: but she grew overprotective of them, especially pebblenose. the two kits started to grow, remaining healthy and strong. their father, pinetail, would visit them everyday, bringing them feathers to practice hunting skills and teaching them basic battle moves. stonekit was an impressive fighter - always besting pebblekit. he had never meant to do it, it had just always happened. pebblekit would often grow frustrated and desperate for his father's praise. pinetail had always been logical and reasonable, and only gave praise where praise was due. more often than not, pebblekit would walk away with his spirits crushed, having nothing but baleful looks for his brother. stonekit never minded.

    the kits grew stronger still, showing more and more potential at becoming a benefit for shadowclan. at first, pebblekit was sure his brother hated him. honestly, stonekit was their parent's pride and joy - who would want a lousy runt as a brother? but stonekit only felt love for his brother, perhaps sorrow too. he felt bad that rowansky began to shun pebblekit. he felt bad that pinetail had to look so hard to see pebblekit's talents. and so he offered extra training practice while the brothers were alone. the two became inseperable. until they reached their sixth moon. with eager eyes and unshakable determination, the wore their apprentice names boldly. but then...then pebblepaw was blessed with the strictest mentor in shadowclan: whiteheart.

    dawn patrols every other morning, and when they weren't on the dawn patrol they were up even earlier than that - hunting. when they weren't hunting, pebblepaw was listening to never ending lectures and stories. but most of his time was spent in the training hollow. if he couldn't get a move right, whiteheart would make him stay there until he did. both cats were easily frustrated with each other, and often the rest of clan would be pretending not to hear their constant arguments. whiteheart had always had good, well behaved apprentices. pebblepaw was like something he had never seen! disrespectful, rude, pushy, lazy - and never did exactly as he was told. pebblepaw's nights in the apprentice's den were spent complaining about his old, good for nothing mentor who couldn't understand he wasn't made out for battles.

    but...as time went on, pebblepaw knew that he loved whiteheart. and whiteheart knew that he loved pebblepaw. sure, the tom was arrogant and a real piece of work...but he had never had an apprentice who questioned everything he did. who challenged him and stood up to him - an apprentice who made him work just as hard. and pebblepaw had never earned honest compliements from a strong tomcat. but of course, they never said this to each other. it was only ever hinted at - something that only had to be understood in the silence of their actions. the clan would watch them, their hearts soft, whispering to each other, 'the day they stop fighting is the day starclan falls from the skies and walks the earth.' pebblepaw and stonepaw earned their warrior names with pride.

    pebblenose and whiteheart would still spend most of their time together. whiteheart had fathered two kits in shadowclan, and loved them more than he could ever say. but pebblenose and made a special home in his heart, and he knew if anything had ever happened to his old apprentice he knew he would never forgive himself. but of course, bad things did happen to pebblenose.

    he began to drift closer and closer to the borders, gazing out into twoleg place. his brother and whiteheart noticed this, and began to grow worried. whenever they would ask where pebblenose had been all day, they would earn a mouth full of bile from the new warrior. 'nothing! drop it!' pebblenose would spit. it wasn't a new life he would see in the twoleg place, nor something he wanted. instead, he found love. and she was amazing - a gorgeous medium haired black with creative golden orbs for eyes. she wasn't a kittypet. she was a traveler, a storyteller by trade. and the stories she could tell...they enchanted pebblenose. every morning he would catch his share of prey for the clan, and every afternoon he would meet Lilura in the catnip bush. hidden and safe from the world, they would exchange stories of their lives until the sky darkened.

    pebblenose often felt like his stories were bland compared to her's. for the way she twisted her words and the way her eyes brightened when she spoke of the things she had seen. he could only admire her ability to see such complex beauty in such small, ordinary things. but she would scoff and nudge him. she insisted he was a far from boring cat - all the battles he had fought and lost, all the cats he had met and lived with. he would lean back and rest his head on her shoulders and look up at the sky. often they had whispered of running away, leaving their responsibilites and starting a new life together. raising a family and forgetting stale mistakes. but it was impossible - pebblenose had a clan that needed him and lilura's father had just reunited with her. but the option never stoped whispering in their minds.

elations
  • F a t h e r : Pinetail
  • M o t h e r : Rowansky.
  • S i b l i n g s : Stoneheart.
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : Lilura [short lived].
  • C r u s h : none yet.
  • M a t e : none yet.
  • O f f s p r i n g : none yet.
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Postby ~.PonyPeanut.~ » Tue Dec 03, 2013 12:01 pm

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  • N a m e : My name is Moonpaw(Moondapple)
  • G e n d e r : I am a She-cat, thank you very much.
  • A g e : Never ask a she-cat her age! But if you must know, I am 10 moons old.
  • R a n k : I am currently an aprrentice.
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : Queen.
  • C l a n : Duskclan.

P ersonal
  • A p p e a r a n c e : I am a grey and black tabby. I have bright sea-green eyes that shine under the sunlight. All of my paws are pure white.
  • P e r s o n a l i t y : Moonpaw is very kindhearted, she loves everything from cats to forest creatures. She would never kill for fun, and always wishes an animal a safe journey as she kills it. She only kills for food, and never for anything else. She loves chatting with her friends and defending her clan. Some cats say she belongs in Dawnclan, with her nice personality, but she despises them, and she is a very good fighter, which makes her valuable.
  • H i s t o r y : Moonpaw has a fairly simple history. Both of her parents died as elders, and she was born into the clan with no complications except one. He brother Seakit was killed during a fox attack.

elations
  • F a t h e r : Mouseheart, deceased
  • M o t h e r : Riverheart, deceased
  • S i b l i n g s : Seakit, deceased
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : No one at the moment.
  • C r u s h : Win my heart
  • M a t e : Win my heart
  • O f f s p r i n g : I would like some one day.


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asics
  • N a m e : My name is Ashpaw
  • W a r r i o r N a m e : Ashshade
  • G e n d e r : I am a She-cat
  • A g e : I am 10 moons, I'm so close to being a warrior I can taste it!
  • R a n k : Sadly, an apprentice
  • D e s i r e d R a n k : A warrior!
  • C l a n : Dawnclan

P ersonal
  • A p p e a r a n c e : I am almost all smokey grey, except for my left two paws and my tail tip. My eyes are the color of the midnight sky.
  • P e r s o n a l i t y : Ashpaw is cruel and kind, all at the same time. She loves nature, and loves her clanmates, but hates Duskclan. She can be ruthless when it comes to Duskclan, and will always despise them. She loves talking about battle, and learning new fighting techniques, but also knows the basic herbs and can help with basic medical issues if the medicine cat is away.
  • H i s t o r y : Ashpaw has no idea of her history, and little cats do. She was born and raised in Duskclan, but her father was of Dawnclan, who decided to let Ashpaw stay in Duskclan because he didn't want her. Her father couldn't get over that he had broken the sacred code of the rivalry between the two clans that he wanted nothing to do with her. Ashpaw grew up believing that her father had died a warriors death during battle between Dawnclan and Duskclan. Around 5 moons Ashpaw was kicked out for being weak with her left back paw. It was slightly deformed, and so she took refuge in Dawnclan, and has loved it there ever since.

elations
  • F a t h e r : Shadowleg
  • M o t h e r : Petalmoon, deceased
  • S i b l i n g s : I don't have any brothers or sisters
  • S e c r e t C r u s h : I don't have a secret crush right now, but you never know.
  • C r u s h : None at the moment
  • M a t e : I'm still only an apprentice you know.
  • O f f s p r i n g : You are a real creep! I'm only 10 moons old.
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