❀𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓷: Form and Discussion

[razzberry]

could i reserve an apprentice and a warrior please ? c:
also has the leader position been taken?

[Ｔａｗｎｙ~]

The leadership is now open due to the reservation lasting more than a day!

[razzberry]

oh okay! could i grab that rank and switch it with my warrior then please? c:

[Ｔａｗｎｙ~]

Sure!

[razzberry]

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name. ravencloud ravenstar
gender. molly
age. thirty six moons
rank. stormclan leader
apprentice. open
lives remaining. seven

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orientation. heterosexual
crush. open
mate. open
kits. none
kin. open, pm me.

pos traits. paternal, creative
compassionate, vocal, direct,
social, trustworthy, caring
neg traits. impatient, restless,
frank, strict, cautious

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ravenstar is a cat who's completely brimming with compas
sion and creativity. she is a very thoughtful feline who can
't help but be optimistic even in the darkest of times. thou
gh she takes her leadership role very seriously, ravenstar i
s never without her paternal instinct, despite not having a
ny kits of her own she is a very motherly character who al
ways tries to connect with her clan mates on a deep and p
ersonal level to establish bonds with those whom have ent
rusted their lives to her. words of persuasion have always
been her strongest suit compared to violence and she will
always try her paw at talking her way out of something be
fore she lays a paw on another cat. ravenstar is a smooth
talker and wordplay just comes easily to her, speaking the
exact words someone wants to hear exactly when they wa
nt to hear them. vocal and articulate, this feline will let t
hose around her know what she is feeling and of her expec
tations, however simple or complex they may be. she is ne
ver one to beat around the bush and much prefers to get
right to the point of the conversation, holding a certain di
staste towards idle small talk.

[razzberry]

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name. rookpaw XX
future n. rookheart
gender. male
age. fourteen moons
rank. apprentice
orient. bisexual
crush/mate. none
kin. open

he's on the smaller side
as far as height goes bu
t his firm, stocky build
makes up for the lack o
f height. rookpaw is a
russian blue with a shor
thaired coat that gives
off the texture of velve
t. his solid hazel eyes w
ere inherited from his
mother and really give
him a bold appearance
against his blue-grey
pelt.

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this stout stormy grey feline is of the
sentimental type. he has a huge hea
rt and loves to distribute his affection
to whoever will accept it. when rook
paw bonds with someone, it's usually
for life - he will never stop caring for
you. he is as faithful as they come an
d a loyal cat at heart. he can often be
oblivious so feelings directed towards
himself, whether they be feelings of
anger, hatred, love, pity, envy, you na
me it.

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rookpaw can be quite aloof at times,
flamboyant and unnerved at the same ti
me. he has learned to pick and choose
the parts of him that he allows to show,
keeping the parts of himself that he
isn't very confident or proud of, and wil
l show those parts of him that appeal to
others, to make himself a satisfying
candidate for conversation. he is a very p
atient cat who doesn't mind waiting for t
he good things to come. he tends to be q
uite optimistic, as he believes to live in
positivity is to truly live in success.

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[Ｔａｗｎｙ~]

Accepted! I've been so busy that I haven't had time to rp but I will tomorrow

[meijhana]

- Hi there! Is this RP still accepting? If so, what roles would you prefer to have cats for? -

[Ｔａｗｎｙ~]

Yes it is and id like at female warriors

[meijhana]

Dawnpelt


Nᴀᴍᴇ-
“Please, call me Dawnpelt.”
Aɢᴇ-
“27 Moons.”
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-
“I'm a she-cat.”
Rᴀɴᴋ-
“Warrior. Have been for a while.”

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ-
“I'm not sure where to begin.”|| Dawnpelt is a friendly cat overall, but her place in the clan makes her aloof and reserved at times. Kindhearted and sweet, she does what she can to contribute to the well being of the clan as best she can, but has a rather intense insecurity about her place and her role within Stormclan. This causes her to keep quiet when she has an opinion that could be useful or helpful. She tends to stumble over her words when confronted, especially by those who are of higher ranking than she. Past that, though she has a good heart. Her upbringing did not take that away from her, at least. She may have made a fine medicine cat were it not fer her lack of faith in Starclan. She feels deeply for cats who are hurt or in pain, so much so that she feels compelled to help even if it is worse for her in the long run. Her bleeding heart has gotten her into several sticky situations, and were it not for her sister Duskfeather she may not have gotten out of them. Although she feels her place in the clan is rocky at best and downright unstable at worst, she does her best to reach out to the downtrodden and offer them a shoulder to lean on or a friendly conversation. Softspoken and kind, she can get along with most any cat, given that she overcome her own insecurities.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ-
“Oh, you don't know?”|| Dawnpelt and her sister Duskfeather were not born into Stormclan. The two were born of a brief union between their rogue mother Shadow and their kittypet father Duke. When the two kits were born, it was unlikely that Duke had any idea they existed. Shadow named the two kits Dawn and Dusk, and raised them in the forests on her own for most of their kithood. Shadow was not a kind mother, often preferring to let the two kits learn themselves what choices would get them into trouble rather than warning them away from danger. She was a strong believer in the idea that experience is the best teacher. Dawn and Dusk learned quickly that the only cats they could rely on were themselves. Although Shadow was distant, she was not cruel. When things got too heated or dangerous, she would step in to protect her kits in whatever way she could, even if she scolded them heartily afterwards for needing her help. When Dawn and Dusk were about 10 moons old Shadow left during the night, leaving the two young cats to fend for themselves. The two sisters spent the next season struggling to survive without a more experienced cat to help them navigate their territory. As they grew older, though, they were able to become rather proficient in the art of survival, and they vowed to each other that they would always be there for one another. Their bond grew stronger as they grew, and eventually around the time they were 18 moons old, they came across a strange group of cats all living in one place, and all helping one another to survive. It was unlike anything they had ever seen. Dawn was wide eyed and exhilarated to have possibly found a new family she could become a part of. Dusk, however, was more guarded when she first became a part of the clan. The two were welcomed into the clan after some debate between the clan members, and eventually earned the names Dawnpelt and Duskfeather.

Cʀᴜsʜ-
“I'm not sure why that would be important.” || None
Mᴀᴛᴇ-
“None.”
Kɪᴛs-
“Again, none.”
Kɪɴ-
-Duke-Father-Unknown-Kittypet-
-Shadow-Mother-Unknown-Rogue
-Duskfeather-Sister-Alive-Clan Cat-



Oᴛʜᴇʀ-
“Nothing I can think of.” ||Appearance: Dawnpelt is a tall, slender she cat with a pale orange tabby pelt. She has light yellow eyes and a long sweeping tail. Her long hair lies close to her body. Her yellow eyes are almost always sparkling, whether that be from happiness or fear. She walks carefully and skittishly around some of the other clan cats, but tries to disguise this and seem more confident and open.

Duskfeather


Nᴀᴍᴇ-
“My name's Duskfeather”
Aɢᴇ-
“I'm around 27 moons.”
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-
“I’m a she-cat...or so I’m told.”
Rᴀɴᴋ-
“I'm a warrior of Stormclan.”

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ-
“I feel like that's a little intrusive.”|| Duskfeather is far more jaded than Dawnpelt. She can be abrasive in her speech, not really feeling like she owes anyone any kindness that they have not earned. She is not unkind or mean, but can be standoffish and aloof. She tends not to approach others first, preferring them to make the introductions. She is a very capable clan cat being a fair hunter and a very skilled fighter, but she does prefer a little bit of distance. She acts as though she does not care for the opinions of others, but she deep down she does seek the acceptance of the clan that she did not receive in her kithood. If someone does express an opinion that differs from what she is already doing, she will make a show of brushing them off and pretending not to care, but later she can be found trying to change her behavior to better suit the clan in general. Although she puts distance between herself and the others of the clan, she is quick to leap to the defense of the clan if needed. She is almost never away from Dawnpelt's side, following her sister around like a shadow. She worries that Dawnpelt's soft heart will get the better of her and is not afraid to start something with another cat who she believes is going to harm Dawnpelt. Her greatest fear is that she will lose her sister just like she lost her mother, whether it be to death or illness or to another cat. As a result of her upbringing, she is almost always on alert for any sign of danger, eyes darting around and shifting from paw to paw. Because of this, she startles somewhat easily.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ-
“Didn’t you already ask Dawnpelt.”|| Her history is the same as Dawnpelts, but where Dawnpelt came out more compassionate and caring as a result, Duskfeather became jaded and suspicious.

Cʀᴜsʜ-
“Because that's likely.” || None.
Mᴀᴛᴇ-
“No.”
Kɪᴛs-
“Of course not.”
Kɪɴ-
-Duke-Father-Unknown-Kittypet-
-Shadow-Mother-Unknown-Rogue
-Dawnpelt-Sister-Alive-Clan Cat-


Oᴛʜᴇʀ-
”No. I think you’ve covered just about everything.”||Appearance: Duskfeather is thin like Dawnpelt with a long mottled pelt, but her fur is far fuller than that of her sister, especially around the shoulders and neck. She is taller than Dawnpelt also, with longer limbs and a more pointed face. She has light sage colored eyes and carries herself with the air of someone who is always ready for something bad to happen.

Snakepaw


Nᴀᴍᴇ-
“Snakepaw.”||Will be Snaketail
Aɢᴇ-
“I'm about 10 moons.”
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-
“Er, I'm a tom. Is it that hard to tell?”
Rᴀɴᴋ-
“Just an apprentice.”

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ-
“I think I'm pretty average, as far as apprentices go.”|| Snakepaw is a jovial young tom who, like many apprentices, can be considered a little too enthusiastic about his training. He tries to carry himself with the strength and confidence of a full warrior, imitating the mannerisms of all of the higher ranking cats and trying to find one personam that fits. He can be haughty every now and then and tends to try to be a sort of mentor to the other apprentices when he doesn't need to. He thinks very highly of himself, and in his mind it's only a matter of time that he is leading the clan. He is practically overflowing with confidence and fancies himself to be the most skilled among the small group of apprentices. That does tend to get the better of him, though. He likes to bite off more than he can chew, and on more than one occasion has been seen slinking back to the apprentice den after a stern scolding from his mentor. He lives on the approval of the other members of the clan, and is always jumping to volunteer for jobs that may or may not be way beyond his skill to complete.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ-
“I was born and raised in Stormclan. I don't know anything else.”|| True to his word, Snakepaw was born and raised in Stormclan. He was born to two warriors, Amberclaw and Oakheart. His parents were well respected and well liked in the clan, and Snakepaw sometimes acts as though he has to live up to that reputation. When he was born, Amberclaw was older than many of the other queens, and she and Oakheart knew this litter would be their only and last. Due to her age, the kitting took a much heavier toll on Amberclaw than it should have. She was frail for much of Snakekit's youth, rarely leaving the nursery. Oakheart spent as much time as he could with her, though his duties as one of the more senior warriors drew him away from her frequently. Snakekit was not unhappy with this situation, though. In fact, he found it heartening about how much time they tried to spend together, and how much the other clan cats seemed to try to help him. He vowed that he would become just as noble as the rest of the clan. He was also bound and determined to have his father be his mentor, no matter how misguided that idea was. Shortly after he was made apprentice to another warrior (which only dampened his spirits for a day or two), Amberclaw's condition had worsened and she was not able to return to being a warrior. She succumbed to the sickness quickly after Snakepaw left the nursery, and there was nothing the medicine cat could do for her. Oakheart was heartbroken, but redoubled his efforts to help the clan and Snakepaw. Two moons after Amberclaw's death, Oakheart, Snakepaw, and several other warriors were on a border scouting expedition when tragedy struck. Determined to prove himself, Snakepaw had broken off from the rest of the party and stumbled across the den of a mother badger. He did his best to stave off the creature, but was losing quickly. Thankfully for him, the rest of the party showed up just in the nick of time. Unfortunately, it was Oakheart who arrived first, jumping in front of Snakepaw just as the badger's jaws were going to close around the apprentice. Oakheart did not survive the blow, and the rest of the cats were forced to flee. Snakepaw felt as though he had been torn in two, and became unusually quiet and reclusive for several days. However, he was determined to prove himself to the clan, and to prove that he had not been the cause of his father's death. He redoubled his efforts to become the best apprentice and eventually the best warrior Stormclan had ever seen.

Cʀᴜsʜ-
“Yeah right!”
Mᴀᴛᴇ-
“Seriously? I’m an apprentice!”
Kɪᴛs-
“That’s disgusting!”
Kɪɴ-


Oᴛʜᴇʀ-
“Nope!” || Appearance: Snaketail is a well built tom who has not quite grown to his full size. He looks like he is going to be very muscular and immense in size. He has a dark tabby coat and bright hazel eyes. He has large, round paws that he sometimes trips over in his rush to do the bidding of whatever warrior he can.