━ ‘✦) i am the plague ━━ disc. & forms

[King Roscoe]

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With a name such as his, you would assume he was some cold and heartless fiend. This is not the case for this tom. Bonefrost is quite the charmer. He always has a playful smirk placed neatly upon his maw. To describe him in one word, cunning. Bonefrost is a sarcastic tom and has the silver tongue of a serpent. Words do not seem to bother him much. He can be known to be manipulative and charming amongst the clan members, but is quite loyal and confident. he can be quite the smart alec, but has a good heart and has a clever, quick-witted mind. he lives a life of independence and stubbornness. Bonefrost has a carefree soul and a knack for goofing off that can sometimes be mistaken for arrogance and annoyance, and even though his alluring aura makes him seem as wild and untamed as the sea, Bonefrost IS Friendly and terribly loyal. He will protect his family, friends and clan with his life. He’s not someone who backs down from his goals and will get back up whenever he’s knocked down. Bonefrost doesn't quit. He just keeps coming back.

Bonefrost was born alongside two other kits. His mother was a beautiful, sophisticated cat, that loved good appearances more than anything else. Icewing wanted the perfect life. The perfect family, but instead was bound to Fishjaw, who was not who he seemed to be. This drove Icewing to abandon the family. She wasn't so great of a mother anyway. Icewing was strict and full of rules. She judged others, and that's probably where Bonefrost picked up some of his behavior. It wasn't until Icewing died of green cough that the kits, finally felt freedom. And this is where Bonefrost's real personality came to light. His father gave up caring, retired from a warrior and lived out the remainder of his days in the elder's den. He would later die in battle from a coyote attack. The clan member's aren't sure if, it was one last attempt for honor, or if he wanted so dearly to be with Icewing again. Despite their hatred for each other, Everyone was sure Fishjaw and Icewing were In love.

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name bonefrost
gender male
age thirty-two moons
clan hill clan
rank warrior
sexuality bisexual

fur mostly white underneath with red streaks on top
eyes amber
fur type fluffy
scent pine thistles

mother icewing
father fishjaw
siblings open
crush none
mate none
kits none

[King Roscoe]

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she is haughty, terrifying, and malevolent. power hungry and overwhelming, she will stop at nothing to get exactly what she wants. Briargaze is very frequently quite blunt, and sometimes forgets sympathy due to her bluntness, she tends to say things that are on her mind. now, Briargaze never was the sweetest of cats, known around the clan for her antics and mischief clearly crossing the border onto cruel and distasteful. she had no regrets or second thoughts for her actions, doing as she pleased. Briargaze knew she was destined for greatness, not minding a bit telling her rogue father so. the haughty tabby vigorously trained, using her achievements to pull others down as she gazed down upon them. She killed to get where she is today. to be the best.
upon them atop her throne. Briargaze hasn't had many friends. who needed friends on the path to victory? not to mention she lived a life constantly on the move. Briargaze has had to fight for everything in life. To survive, to eat, to sleep, for peace. She's incredibly skilled in fighting, she's quick and light on her feet, However this she-cat is far from perfect. She is small in size and if not for her being fast and agile with the endurance that she has, she could easily be outmatched.
Briargaze's mother is unknown to her. She cant remember what she looks like, nor if she had any siblings. Her father; thornleap. was a harsh cat. She was sure he loved her, maybe just in his own twisted way. After all, he didn't kill her. She survived to adult-hood. But she lived most of her life with the thought that he could and might kill her someday. He was harsh with her, but he did teach her everything she knows. But maybe with a little kindness, she could have been different...

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name briargaze
gender female
age twenty seven moons
clan swamp clan
rank deputy
sexuality hetero

fur a cream color with
brown splotches mostly on tail
and right ear and eye
eyes deep blue
fur type fluffy
scent rose water

mother petalstorm
father thornleap
siblings open
crush none
mate none
kits none

[King Roscoe]

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Mudpaw is a likeable feline. She's a flirtatious, easy going, full of spunk, molly. a black whirlwind of energy and excitement. what she lacks in focus, she makes up for double in enthusiasm. She has a knack for getting into trouble, problems follow her everywhere, and she is extremely prone to accidents. Often times, if you cant find Mudpaw, she's in the medicine cat den or in trouble in the woods. Bad-luck follows this she-cat around like it was her own shadow. Mudpaw has always loved a good adventure especially up in the trees. she has always been an excellent climber and leaping across from branch to branch is a past time favorite of hers. Mudpaw cares deeply for her clan, yet, has no ambitions other than to explore and laze around. She's impatiently awaiting the time that she gets her warrior name and can finally be care-free. .

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name mudpaw mudcrow
gender female
age nine moons
clan hill clan
rank apprentice
sexuality hetero

fur brown and white
eyes green
fur type short
scent old feathers

mother unknown
father Barkflight
siblings open
crush none
mate none
kits none

[deathlessly]

wow! thx so much for y'all's interest in my rp<3 it means the world to me! i can't wait to see what lovely characters you create!
whenever you have your forms complete, i'll accept them and update the main thread.

@woah,
lichentuft & asterfall are accepted. welcome!

also, oh my god the main thread is super torn up due to the mods; it's been a while since i've coded so the new rules are killing me bruh.

[ienrir]

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name. parsleytoes x. gender. malex age. fifty-three moonsxx x x

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-thing the tom says. he catches sleep where he can,
stealing moments of solitude; it isn't uncommon to
catch him napping under cover of darkness. for this
reason he can be slow to react; mind murky at the
best of times. he has a terrible memory, often
forgetting faces and mixing up names. the type of cat
who could easily forget he'd shared a den with you
for moons.

with senses dulled from fatigue, the tom shows a
surprising amount of grace and clarity when dealing with
the sick. his instincts for healing have his paws moving
with swift precision. though, as time goes on, he finds
himself making more mistakes; small at first, mixing up
simple herbs and misplacing remedies. he fears one day
his overworked mind may not be able to keep pace with
the busy life of a medicine cat. though he hopes to
serve his clan for a great many moons to come.

he's captivated by the stories that elders tell, and has
a few of his own to share. he enjoys listening to others
talk about their adventures and history; believing that
so long as their stories are passed down, their
memory is alive. one of the only times he seems
awake and full of vigor is when he's weaving a tale.

he's a sentimental thing, often keeping hold of trinkets
and tat to remind him of those he's met in his lifetime.
though it makes his nest look as messy and unkempt
as his nappy fur.

a pacifist by nature, he believes there is no conflict
that can't be resolved by communication; refusing to
flash his claws even when provoked. despite being a
bit odd and superstitious, he's a smooth talker who
tries to play the role of peace keeper.

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perceptive, social,
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pessimistic
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sentimental, placid,
superstitious

crush. xxxxxxxxxxxx
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mate. xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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kin. xxxxxxxxxxxxx
open.


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weakness. xxxxxxxxx
speed, endurance
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to serve his clan peacefully.
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clan. xxxxxxxxxxxx
hillclan
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med. cat
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pansexual

[ienrir]

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name. duskstorm x. gender. female x age. thirty moons x clan. hillclanx x

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Those who find themselves in the company
of Duskcloud are met with a mask of cold
indifference. Apathetic to small-talk, the
molly speaks very rarely; often communi-
cating with a small huff of acknowledgement.
Polite and well-spoken, but brisk and quick
to leave a conversation to attend to some
duty or another. It would be quite a feat to
keep her still for longer than a brief exchange
Her gaze is sharp with intelligence, but dull
like the beady black eyes of a predator.

Obedient to a fault, she would wade her way
into a bottomless river if her leader wished it.
The warrior code comes before her familial
ties, and even the loyalty she devotes to those
closest to her is seconded by clan law. She is
level-headed, sensible and slow to anger.
Never awkward or embarrassed. The few times
her sense of humor has surfaced, it's been
cynical and dry.

The warrior is fearless in battle, seeming to
value her life very little. It is rare for her to
show empathy for others anxieties, more
comfortable using reason and logic than
comforting those around her with honeyed
words.

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reserved


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mate. xxxxxxxxxxxx
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kin. xxxxxxxxxxxxx
open.


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swimming, endurance
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homosexual

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[ienrir]

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clan. swampclanx. gender. malex age. twenty three moonsxrank. warriorx xx x x

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graced with a hesitant stammer. Definitely
not one with a silver tongue. Still, he
possess a gentle honesty that makes him a
trustworthy friend. His jittery nature is
something that's plagued him since he
was a kit. Sensible and intelligent he
always has something to say; though he
can be quite the pushover. It's rare for him
to instigate arguments, though he'll
quietly voice his disagreement when the
time arrives. Mostly he seems to want to
go unnoticed, passing on conflict if it can
be avoided.

He has a good intuition, and isn't quick
to give others his trust. Honest, without
being blunt; in fact he's quite prone to
sugar-coating everything he says. He's
very expressive, seeming to have a
constant monologue of thoughts which
are mostly pessimistic; though he does
his best to be a realist.

The smallest in the litter, with large
awkward paws and a bumbling nature.
The young tom was unassuming from birth.
Sensitive and meek, he was quick to be
branded 'mouse-hearted' by his den mates.
He lived a sheltered life, raised by a
widowed queen who made her stance on
the world quite clear. It was a scary,
ruthless place, that would eat him up
alive if he gave it half the chance. Her
fretful parenting stuck with him long after
she passed, giving him a deep fear of the
world beyond the clan's camp. Regardless,
he grew to be a capable warrior but still
unable to wander the marshlands without
jumping at the sight of his own shadow.

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perceptive, honest,
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pragmatic, placid,
obedient


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open.


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black.
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pale green.
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oriental short-hair mix.

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name.pebblepawx. gender. male x age. nine moons xrank. apprentice x x

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He has a flippant attitude; striking up
conversations with total strangers. Bold, never
awkward or embarrassed, with no concept of
shame. He's quick to make a joke and laughs
off threats as though they couldn't possibly be
true. He mostly keeps out of arguments; but
he's no stranger to danger and being reckless is
his forte. He looks up to bravery, and likes to
consider himself brave, though honestly he's
just rash. He has a bad habit of saying whatever
pops into his head, making his speech as
impulsive and poorly thought through as his
actions

Though, the ever-grinning confidence falters
when he's alone; which is why he sticks to other
cats like a mildly annoying glue. Any doubts he
has are pushed aside by his large ego. If he feels
he's being overshadowed, he'll be sure to show
his talents; competitive and a general show-off.
His quick wit can rile up the short-tempered,
but it's all in good fun. Flirting is something he
does constantly, carrying himself with a spring
in his step when around his peers; usually
making a complete idiot of himself. He likes
to be praised, and wants to be considered
useful, so he does throw a lot of energy into
everything he does.

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flirtatious


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mate. xxxxxxxxxxxx
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kin. xxxxxxxxxxxxx
open.


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strength, endurance
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hunting, stealth
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bisexual

[katsu,]

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name ; ripplepaw, ripplecreek
gender ; tom cat, male
sexuality ; heterosexual
age ; fourty-seven moons
rank ; deputy of hillclan
traits ; loyal, erudite, gentleman,
understanding, a tad nervous,
careful, playful, worrisome
eyes ; olive green, specks of gold
scent ; redwood w/ hint of mint
fur ; brown/pale gray tabby
voice ; james arthur
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history ripplecreek was but a fresh apprentice when he decided that it
was a fantastic idea to stray from his mentor during a hunting session.
he smelt the fresh scent of a vole not too far away from him and thought
that he could sneak away without his mentor even noticing. he crouched
and began stalking the rodent, but just when he was about to jump he
heard the piercing cry of a hawk. he was not quick enough to escape
without an injury. the hawk tore off the tip of his left ear, leaving him
to always remember the importance of being careful. however, he also
became a little more worrisome than he used to be, which is fairly clear
when he is having one of his subtle panic attacks.

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this molly was given the prefix 'icicle' for the pale blue color of her eyes & the suffix 'gaze' for incredible observance
skills & known attention to the little things most others dont notice. she has a fighter's heart through & through,
& will never hesitate to stand up for what she believes in, even if that means standing completely alone. she is
a decent hunter, but her skills really come through during a physical altercation; she's a relatively large molly,
whose thick fur provides a maze of matting that catches the claws of her opponents. she knows nearly every
battle move in the book, & has even come up with a few of her own, which you'll be dead lucky if she ever shares.
she's a very stubborn molly, but she's by no means arrogant, & tries her best to be respectful while not appearing rude.

iciclegaze's parents were young when they had her, two newly-made warriors who still had the hearts & minds of
apprentices but were in that 'puppy love' stage. unfortunately, she has no memories of her father, as he was the
daring sort of tom who would sneak off to get into trouble. she was less than a moon old when he went 'exploring'
w/ friends & slipped into a hidden trap in the sinking sands. her mother never really recovered from the loss of
her first love, but tried to raise her single kit the best she could. of course, that wasnt really all that well, but she
at least tried. but when iciclegaze became an apprentice, she took it as her cue to leave. she was last seen heading
towards the deadtree place, assumedly going to find twolegs. iciclegaze grew into the molly that she did because of
these hardships; she wants nothing more than to prove herself, her worth as a member of the clan, to everyone.

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other names iciclekit,
iciclepaw
name iciclegaze
n.n. icicle
age 27 moons
gender female
sexuality bisexual
date of birth leaf-bare
clan swampclan
rank warrior, prophecy
weight 7.7 lbs
breed siamese
fur short & coarse
coloration seal point
body fit & muscular
eyes blue
scent morning dew
likes personal space, snakes,
laying in the water
dislikes pushiness, foolishness,
immaturity
fears the unknown
quirks although short,
her fur is still pretty
much always matted,
due to the thickness
of it & constantly being
wet. she doesnt feel the
need to groom it often,
as its just too much work.

crush cherrycloud<3
mate none
brother stormshroud

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xxcherrycloud
♦ [pos] - forbidden romance. gets under her skin in best way.