( ✦ // warriors discussion ──── ! )

[feyre.archeron]

I'll put forms up momentarily, but reserve for One warrior (Crowswipe), one apprentice (wolfpaw/wolfclaw), and one loner, Feyre.

[Cats&Cucumbers]

@néktar awesome! do you have an age estimation/general personality yet?

[stormythecloud]

Sorry I didn't get on guys I needed a day kinda to myself and attempted to make cookies but failed the first time
I'll reply in a few minutes

[Cats&Cucumbers]

don't apologize! taking days off is a good thing haha

also yay cookies! i made a cake but it was from a mix so kinda hard to fail hahaha

[stormythecloud]

haha true true

yeeee oh god no so it was from a mix and still did? which never happens to me since I bake a lot and never have problems
but that's what i get from doing from mix than scratch cause i didn't feel like doing from scratch

@wild; can you add that Leafblaze and Fawnpaw as kin?
and same to Breezefang and Fernripple?

[feyre.archeron]

name: feyre (prounounced fae-rah)
gender: molly, she-cat
age: 10 moons
rank: loner/outsider
previous rank: kittypet
sexuality: heterosexual
future rank: undecided
mate: too young
kits: too young

mother: daisy [deceased]
father: faelar
kin: open/tbd

pelt: light brown base
markings: dark brown with
mild black mottling.
eyes: sky blue
scars: scars from a dog
attack during her first
moon alone.
scent: peaches + raspberries

+ traits: adventurous • brilliant
charismatic • curious • intuitive
= traits: ambitious • intense •
proud • sarcastic • outspoken
-traits: abrasive • blunt • com
pulsive • fiery • posessive

best skills: listening • climbing
worst skills: fighting • sitting still
dreams: to become a warrior cat

feyre was born to a loving and gentle kittypet mother, one wh
o doted on her young, offering them shelter and kindness. she
had no desires to leave her home, perfectly content to curl up
before the hearth of the fireplace. feyre was nothing like her
mother, but rather her father, a rogue of the clan cats. he wo
uld slip into the house late at night to fill her mind with imag
es of wild cats living together. feyre pictured warm blood of
mice, the scent of catmint, the thrill of fighting. her father
was never extremely fond of them, but he came every night
to recite the stories of the clan cats, to tell her of their bold
adventures. he stopped coming when her mother died. she w
as found out in the yard, wounds lining her neck and torso. h
er father blamed it on clan cats, but she could smell it on he
r. the scent of the thunderpath and alley ways, not the sweet
smell of the forest and underbrush. she could smell his scent
on her too, her fathers. she hadn't seen him leave, and didn't
look but she knew, it had been him. she didn't know why and
she never asked. instead, she turned her sights to the forest,
determined to find the cats she had been told stories about.
she had walked the fence line for three full hours before sh
e was brave enough to slide down the fence to pace the edg
e of the forest. she had stayed out to long, she realized, wh
en a large red dog rounded the corner of one the yards and
set its sights on her. she was not quick enough to evade it,
though she desperately tried to make it to the trees. she fe
lt the teeth in her scruff before she fekt the shrill pain dow
n her spine. quickly, sure twisted herself, her claws connec
ting with sensitive flesh of eyes. she felt the warm blood sli
p through them and slide down her legs. the dog gave a cry
before releasing her, giving her enough time to claw her wa
y up a tree, her fingers scraping deep into the bark. she sat
in the tree all night, waiting for the sound of the snarling d
og to disappear into the dark. it was morning when she final
ly came down to lick her wounds and clean her fur. it took w
eeks for them to heal properly, even then the small remena
nts of them remained. it took her a couple months to find h
er footing before she found the clan cats, now all she hopes
to do is join them.

[néktar]

@néktar awesome! do you have an age estimation/general personality yet?

shes on the previous page <: i’ll add personality n such in the morning

[feyre.archeron]

name: wolfclaw, wolfpaw, wolfkit
gender: tom
age: 6 moons
rank: apprentice
mentor: eelwhisker
previous rank: kit
sexuality: undecided
future rank:warrior
former clan:riverclan
mate: too young
kits: too young

mother: sweetmeadow
father:brightear[deceased]
kin: open/tbd

pelt: silver
markings: dark gray striping
eyes: honey amber
scars: none yet
scent: honey + fresh grass

+ traits: caring • clever
dedicated • enthusiastic • playful
= traits: competitive • irreverent
stubborn • proud • ambitious
-traits: aloof • willful
impatient • reactive

best skills: swimming + fighting
worst skills: hunting + climbing trees
dreams: to be the deputy of a clan

wolfkit was born in the midst of a storm that made
the very forest they lived in quake with fear. it was
harsh and long, as was his mothers birth. she had t
wo kits, wolfkit, and thistlekit who passed away at
the brief age of 1 moon due to greencough. wolfpa
w never caught ill, though he watched with deep s
adness as his brother faded away. alone, wolfkit gr
ew far more daring, chasing his boredom by harass
ing the apprentice's and elders, or sneaking in to th
e medicine cat den to sniff at the herbs, often lead
ing to him skidding back to his den with small nips
on the end of his tail, warnings. curious and driven
mad with boredom, he would often times sneak aw
ay from camp to explore the riverbeds, learning ho
w to swim on his own as his riverclan blood begged
him to do. right before he became an apprentince,
he lost his father. having gone out on patrol that m
orning, wolfpaw had paced endlessly waiting for his
father to return home, for the stories he knew he w
ould hear even if the borders had been silent, but i
t was not his father that came back, but the his life
less body, strewn between two warriors who bore w
ounds across their bodies. for three days and three
nights he sat vigil, refusing to leave his fathers side.
something in him broke that day, something deep a
nd fragile. he barely ate, drinking just minor amou
nts at a time. no one could pry him away until his
it was time for him to earn his apprentice name. h
e gladly accepted, focused intently on becoming t
he finest warrior he could. though still soft and car
ing, he became something far more than the gentl
e cat he had once been. intently focused on his tr
aining and honing his fighting skills.

[justbluue]

all of my kitties are open for interactions if anyone would like to tag them !
i can post for them all a little later <3

[wildsight]

all accepted and reserved !!

@stormy certainly, i'll get right on it !!

edit - front has been updated !! let me know
if anything needs to be fixed and whatnot.
also, mentors for the new apprentices are;

leafblaze - hailpaw
ghostfoot - daypaw
eelwhisker - wolfpaw

let me know if anyone would prefer these
changed or whatnot !! also, thinking about
making a senior warrior who is getting older
of course and refuses to retire. if, anyone
needs a parent or previous mentor and the
like let me know !!