Desertclan - open and accepting

[The White Feline]

Res for Sandbreeze?

[feyre.archeron]

@the white feline,
all our prophecy cats are currently reserved
and the prefix sand is already taken, but we
would love to have you join! i apologize if t
hat is an inconvenience!

[The White Feline]

How about Spottedskunk?

[feyre.archeron]

@the white feline,
yep that is fine! cute name!
what clan are you wanting
him/her to be in?

[The White Feline]

I'll pick Wildclan

[néktar]

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∙ name vulturekit vulturepaw vultureswoop
xvulture
xswoop
∙ gender male, tom-cat, he/him
∙ age twenty-three moons
∙ rank warrior of wildclan
∙ scent musk and tonka bean
∙ outward appearance vulture is an average sized black tom-cat, a singular patch of white on his throat and pale green eyes that always seemed to be focused on something far away. he has thick black fur that always looks to be slightly wet. a noticeable trait that he has is half of his whiskers are black while the other half is white. he is described as a muscular tom with large paws and a short tail, measuring half his body length.
∙ voice claim

∙ sexuality homosexual/romantic
∙ current interest mudstar
∙ mate & kits none atm
∙ kin blackfang (father) billie (mother)

∙ inward appearance vultureswoop is a well-rounded tom, polite and understanding though not too personable. he struggles to talk to other cats, he shows his worth by his actions more then with his words. he wants others to see him for who he is not just who he says he is. he doesn't like to be misinterpreted though it happens often. he is rather self-critical and takes a lot on his shoulders, hoping to improve upon himself behind closed doors. he is respectful to those older and in higher ranks then himself, understanding the concern and loyalty they have for their clanmates. vulture can become fixated on a certain thing and loose sight of himself or the bigger picture at times, though he always finds a way to gather himself and get back on track.

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━ name : falcondive.
━ falcon, for his fur color.
━ dive, for his ferocity in battle.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : thirty-six moons old.
━ rank : warrior of desertclan. (notable that he is distantly related to hawkcry and coyotestar- their grandson).
━ appearance : falcondive is a tall, slender tom with ruddy fur, a black dorsal stripe, and cream accents. he has a sturdy build with wide shoulders, thick fur, and big paws. he has deep golden eyes and a low brow, making him look eternally serious.
━ scent : dusky desert flowers and fresh rain.

━ personality : falcondive is . . . a quick learner, witty, a leader ; enigmatic, distrusting, protective, cynical ; cold, uninterested, ruthless, manipulative.
falcondive has a way with words; a natural rhetoric. his charming and kind nature easily gains him both credibility and respect among his peers and elders. his good-natured and laid-back purr of a voice puts others at ease. he finds it easy to simply observe and mimic even the most difficult maneuvers. in fact, he enjoys frustrating others with how easily he takes things in step. in addition, this tom is very intelligent and ready to make important decisions if others cannot make the choice for themselves. although he is a great listener and secret-keeper, falcondive has an instinctive ability to lead others, though he only employs this skill set when no leader can be found or a difficult choice can’t be made. he prefers to follow out orders, though sometimes he does the exact opposite of what he is told to do out of spite for the system. he would make a better second-in-command as he is comfortable with just a bit more responsibility than the average cat, otherwise he gets bored. despite this, he lets his littermates push him around; he is endearing in that way. falcondive takes little at face value and often seeks to test if not prove that another cat's words are true. this gives him a distrusting or even arrogant front to new cats. despite his cynical views, he likes to think there is a little good in every cat, even if someone else needs to bring it out. like his grandfather, falcon can be fierce and ruthless if provoked, and he will fight dirty if need be. he has an unconditional love and need to protect his family. he does not feel the need to openly socialize with other cats, whether those of his own clan or not. falcondive prefers to be left to his own devices to do as he pleases. a frightening turn out is the warrior's willingness to hurt others to pursue his goals, whether it’s uncalled for or not. in battle, falcondive finds the quickest way to hinder his opponents, generally giving them grievous and permanent injuries if not choosing to outright kill them. being on the slender side of the gene pool, falcon knows he cannot always blindly force his ways upon others to get what he wants. instead, he uses his quick wit and charming ways to put everyone in his or her place and achieve his own goals.
━ likes : being alone, being on the sidelines, having control, his kits, sparring, keeping busy.
━ dislikes : stupidity, kits, betrayal, his father, failure, talking about his feelings, losing ones closest to him (fears).

━ sexuality : falcondive is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he isn't looking for anyone right now.
━ mate and kits : his ex-mate was a molly named snakefang. she left him with their two kits, _paw and _paw. (looking for people to play them!)
━ preferences : he’s into the tough girl types, wittiness, good looks, and dark fur.

━ history : falcondive was once a well-mannered and sweet kit, like any other. he was the firstborn in a litter of five consisting of three sisters – windkit, scalekit, and silkkit – and a single brother named thymekit. his mother, timidbreeze, doted on her kits but was protective with the fierceness of a badger. his father, fallenshadow, was a respected, if not feared, warrior. what cats outside the family didn’t know was that, allegedly, his father was able to communicate with cats from the dark forest – not that falconkit really believed it. it was a secret within the family that led fallenshadow to distance himself from his own mate and kits. fallenshadow believed that these dark felines would hurt his family if he disobeyed them. despite this, falconkit adored and idolized his father; but he was hurt every time that fallenshadow declined spending time with him. • falconkit was closest with his sister silkkit. she was sweet and soft and had no mean bone in her body, much like their mother. the two of them would stay up late into the night, telling stories or simply cuddling together in mutual silence. scalekit was his battle buddy; they were constantly trying to outdo one another, egging each other on, and this friendly rivalry was what lead falconkit to make the goal to always better himself. • almost a fortnight later, falconkit met snakepaw, an alluring near-black she-cat with cold gray-green eyes. she intrigued him, though she was venomously sweet in the way she treated him. though this would have scared any other kit off, it drew falconkit in. he wanted to get to know her better. she was far more mature than the average apprentice; she made some of the cats than were the same age as her seem stupid in comparison.
indentscalekit and falconkit were wrestling when she dared him to climb to the first branch of a tree. he took the challenge head-on and made it to the branch with minimal effort. they then dared each other higher and higher. several kits cheered them from below, including silkkit. silkkit wanted to prove she could be just as brave as her two littermates, so she jumped up as well. the game ended with silkkit falling, hitting branches on her way down, and landing with a sickening thud. she didn’t get up. in a fear-induced panic, falconkit clambered down with scalekit on his tail. timidbreeze was scared, which scared her kits more, and took silkkit to the medicine cat’s den. that night, falconkit visited his sister in the medicine cat den so she wouldn’t be alone. he felt guilty for endangering his sister, even though he had done so unknowingly. this guilt intensified to grief when silkkit died in the night; falconkit was absolutely crushed. he still blames himself and thinks about it today.
indentby the time falconkit became an apprentice, he and snakepaw were almost inseparable. most cats would think of this as a first crush, but it was much more. snakepaw had dark intentions, and she pulled falconkit into her plans because he already showed great potential in areas where she lacked – namely in ferocity and battle. she was smaller than average and rather dainty, though her looks were deceiving. • on his apprentice ceremony, falconpaw ignored most other cats except for his family (excluding fallenshadow) and snakepaw, who he promised to train with. late that night, the two of them snuck out of camp to explore and practice what he had learned together. they disguised their scents with sandy mud before heading out, returning early in the morning before the dawn patrol. surprisingly, neither of them were discovered missing in the night – snakepaw's father was just as absent as falconpaw’s father was. by this time, falconpaw felt only resentment and bitterness-nearing-hatred for his estranged father. • his mentor was the same cat who trained his father. the old fleabag. at first, falconpaw was disappointed in who was to mentor him. however, eagletalon soon whipped him into shape. training was hard and exhausting, and they never finished early. oh no, that would be too easy. the tabby tomcat had falconpaw practicing almost from sun-up to sundown everyday, even when the weather didn’t call for it. there were no excuses for not being stronger and better than he was only an hour before. every night, falconpaw slumped in his nest, his muscles aching from use and his mind foggy with fatigue.
indentfalconpaw was a few moons into his apprenticeship when the clan was ailed with a terrible bought of greencough. unfortunately, thymepaw grew ill. it didn’t seem serious, and the medicine cat thought he would recover quickly; however, he never fully healed and passed away. this didn’t bother falconpaw as much as it should have, he thought. he had never been close with his youngest brother. it was timidbreeze’s death that devastated falconpaw. she had insisted on staying with thymepaw, even when the medicine cat warned her that there was nothing he could do and that the illness would spread easily. falconpaw had to watch as his mother – his comforter, his secret-keeper – grew weaker and weaker. and guess where fallenshadow was? nowhere to be seen. timidbreeze only worsened, deteriorating to the point where she refused food and water and couldn’t get out of her own nest. when she died, falconpaw never recovered. • this was when his resentment for fallenshadow surged into hatred. the coward couldn’t even visit his own mate when she was dying! snakepaw and falconpaw spent late nights out in the territory, even when they should have been in their nests – it was all the dark she-cat could do to keep falconpaw from sinking into depression. snakepaw was a greater tactician than falconpaw. although he was no fool himself, he often found himself outwitted by the sly she-cat. it was snakepaw who convinced falconpaw that timidbreeze’s passing was for the best. she was suffering, and she was weak, and weak cats die. loving a cat was a weakness he would have to rid himself of. “there’s nothing you can do, flyboy,” she mewed softly, using the nickname she had given him when they first met. love is weakness. she ground that into him.
indentfalconpaw was named falcondive in honor for his ferocity in battle and his refusal to give in to his own weaknesses. this was a celebratory event, meant to raise morale within the clan since the sickness had passed, taking many with it. • falcondive never really recovered from timidbreeze’s death, and snakefang held that over his head. he became convinced that snakefang was the only cat who wouldn’t leave him, the only cat he wouldn’t allow to die. the tom vowed not to make any close relationships with any cat and began distancing himself from his remaining family: windwhisper, scalegleam, and fallenshadow (all npcs). for a long time, they tried to reconnect with him, invite him to spend time with his family members, but he would find excuses and other reasons. which, all were true. he never lied to his father and littermates. • one night, falcondive and snakefang lured fallenshadow out into the desert. “it will make you feel better, flyboy,” the dark she-cat drilled into him with a sweet smile, “he’s the reason you’re so miserable. he should have died with your mother and brother – he did this to them, and to you.” the two tomcats faced each other, though his father had no inkling as to what was in store. falcondive vented his rage, his hatred, and his fears – blamed fallenshadow for the illness, the deaths of his mother, brother, and sister, and, ultimately, for making him into what he was now. the following fight was savage and costly. falcondive received nicks in his ears, scratches over his throat and shoulders, and a scratch over his left eye (luckily he wasn’t blinded). the two of them pushed fallenshadow’s body in the gorge before returning to camp. snakefang convinced their leader at the time that falcondive had gotten into a fight with a coyote. how she did so, he had no idea.
indenteventually, falcondive and snakefang became mates, though they did not officially declare it. they spent so much time together that it wasn’t a surprise to any cat. he found solace in the dark she-cat. in hindsight, it was not a good choice to put his trust in her. they had an unexpected litter of three. although snakefang acted as though she hated it, falcondive could coax her out of her act when they were alone. they had tender moments, holding each other or curling up together. it was for those moments that falcondive lived. when sanekfang birthed three little bundles, the two of them were happy. happier than they had ever been. snakefang was a bit overprotective of her precious kits because she had lost her own mother during her apprenticeship. coyotekitkit, dustkit, and puddlekit. • but puddlekit was a weak and sickly thing. four moons into their kits’ lives, puddlekit grew ill. snakefang insisted that she would recover and be as strong as her brothers, but she never did. snakefang was devastated when puddlekit finally passed away, convinced that her family was cursed. she blamed falcondive for the loss, stating that it was his weak bloodline. she couldn’t accept that tragedies happened. a few nights later, falcondive was left a single father with two needy kits. he was shattered. what made it worse was the disappearance of his other son: dustkit. (unbeknownst to falcondive, he was stolen by wildclan cats and raised as one of them. he assumes his son is dead.) the loss of his mate and the fact that he allowed his son to go missing devastated the tom to his very core.
indentit has now been another three moons since snakefang's and dustkit's disappearances, and coyotepaw, his daughter, is flourishing as an apprentice. falcondive is maintaining his warrior duties. for those three moons, he has been distant from his daughter. falcondive sees himself as a monster. a necessary evil to protect his remaining kit – the only cat he dares to care for. even though he will never be a true father for her, he vows to at least be perfect for desertclan.

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━ name : marigoldpaw ⇢ marigoldfur.
━ marigold, for the orange ring around her pupils.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices.
━ fur, for her soft white coat.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : ten moons old.
━ rank : medicine cat apprentice of desertclan.
━ appearance : marigoldpaw is a small, dainty white she-cat with faint cream stripes and huge yellow-orange eyes.
━ scent : she smells ironically of marigold and fresh dew.

━ personality : marigoldpaw is . . . benevolent, congenial, pleasant, gentle, kind ; noncompetitive, enigmatic, private, impulsive ; gullible, clumsy, anxious.
marigoldpaw is kindhearted and always means well, very gentle and careful of others' feelings and easy to draw sympathy from. she shows a selfless concern for others, and this causes a tendency to be quite forgiving and generous, even towards strangers. even if the apprentice may not understand what is going on or being said, it's easy to agree with her. she has pleasant qualities, and they make her fairly companionable; marigoldpaw is a good cat for a rant or some venting. she is pretty amiable towards distant friends and strangers, too, and is never close-minded about others and their situations. competing is not her thing whatsoever, more than likely because she knows it's hard to beat anyone in any games or challenges they propose - due to past failures and embarrassments. in some cases, this can be a bad trait because marigoldpaw isn't a fan of doing anything that will involve showing off. she's not very open with her personal details and life, despite being such a social butterfly. it's hard to interpret what she's thinking and feeling, and is just generally difficult to understand. this makes personally knowing her almost incapable, for mari tends to focus on other cats and rarely realizes she's not giving them information about herself. the small apprentice doesn't do this on purpose, almost subconsciously; it's who she is - a listener and comforter. due to her jovial nature, it's evident that she will believe anyone and follow them almost blindly. marigoldpaw can jump head-first into things without a second thought. because of this, she is more prone to getting herself into trouble, but it's not entirely her fault. mari also tends to trip over herself and stumble. therefore, she's kind of awkward in tight spaces of crowds, and tries to avoid walking through dens.
━ likes : long walks, sky-watching, plants and bugs, her friends, meeting new cats, learning, herbs.
━ dislikes : crowds, crowded spaces, fighting, being lied to, being taken advantage of.

━ sexuality : marigoldpaw is homosexual.
━ attracted to : leafpaw!
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone! pm me if interested.
━ mate and kits : these things are forbidden for her, but she can't deny her attraction to females and desire for a mate in the future, no matter how futile it is.
━ preferences : calm, sweet, pretty, tortoiseshell patterning, sociable, accepts her for who she is.

━ history : marigoldpaw is sister to pikepaw and daughter to loving parents cloudwhisker and duskshade (all npcs). she's led a fairly average life so far and is thoroughly enjoying her life as a medicine cat apprentice. • she's friends with pretty much all of the cats her age, even some of the younger warriors. • mari has discovered that she has a love for nature and creatures, and enjoys getting up early to explore the desert.

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━ name : firestorm.
━ fire, for the male's solid, oddly bright pelt color.
━ storm, for his battle prowess and lightning-fast feet in the heart of a fight.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : twenty-eight moons old.
━ rank : fighter of wildclan.
━ appearance : firestorm is a wiry male with a deep russet coat and enormous amber orbs. he is a tall and lean warrior with strong, taut muscles that stretch beneath his coat, small paws, and a long whip-like tail. the male's fur is short yet a tad on the thicker side, and is an appallingly deep russet; the shade is consistent across his body except for his forehead, where faint tabby stripes reside. he has a round head with high cheekbones, a crimson nose, short and sparse whiskers . . . and above all that big amber eyes speckled with flecks of yellow.
━ scent : firestorm smells of summer berries with a faint hint of burnt wood.

━ personality : firestorm is . . . smart, charming, cunning, loyal ; calculative, closed-off, dominant, ambitious, sardonic, forward ; harsh, blunt, assertive, complicated, fiery, lacking in manners, easily frustrated/ticked off, stoic.
━ likes : running, hunting, fighting, being alone, proving himself, working out, eating, the shade.
━ dislikes : judgment, mean cats, being bested at something, cats not putting in effort, laziness, complaining.

━ sexuality : firestorm is demisexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he currently isn't crushing on anybody! pm me!
━ mate and kits : firestorm hasn't a mate or kits but would love to have both one day.
━ preferences : he isn't much for looks, seeing as he's been judged so much for his. a sweet, hardworking molly or tom is really all firestorm could ask for!

━ history : he was born and raised in wildclan by his mother, beeshade, who became accidentally pregnant by a tomcat, foxsnap, of desertclan. it was quite obvious he was foxsnap's son due to his pelt color, so when the clans found out about the affair, foxsnap was exiled, while beeshade was given all loss of privileges and respect . . . but managed to keep her fiery-furred son. the exiling happened when firestorm was merely a moon old, so he never got to truly meet his father . . . but even so, his origins are no mystery to him. firestorm sees how cats look at him, sees how their noses turn up and eyes glint at the sight of his abnormally bright pelt and obvious gene mix up. thus, he has grown into a fine fighter, seeking to become one of the best, so that way he can bite the grins and sneers off of everyone's faces and show wildclan that he is more than his bloodline.
indentfirestorm has slowly become more and more resentful of his parents: the missing foxsnap and the now-dead, estranged beeshade, who removed herself from her son's life because she couldn't even bear to look at him . . . the sum of her mistakes and the perfect picture of his father. firestorm ended up raising himself for the most part, and has never known a mother's/she-cat's gentle touch, which is the reason why he's so stoic, confusing, and forward with everything. • despite his shortcomings in terms of childhood teachings and his lack of etiquette, firestorm does have an appeal about him. he is seen as charming, yet doesn't use that to his advantage because romance is the last thing on his mind. firestorm isn't out looking for love; it's not at the top of his priorities, and he can't really bring himself to care too much about his singleness. look where a desire to be loved brought his parents! no, the fiery tom would rather wait for the right one to come along versus spinning his wheels in the mud.
indentwhile firestorm is a decent hunter, his happy place is sparring against a tree or a partner . . . or when he is leading a battle patrol and gets to feel the satisfaction of fur beneath his claws. he isn't bloodthirsty, just loves what he does and will protect his clan, despite their former hostilities towards him, with his life. training in general soothes him, and it is a way to throw all of his frustration into one thing. the male's fighting style has more to do with quickness than brute force (though don't be fooled by his wiry body; he can pack a punch too) and he will often dart, poke, prod, and dive at his opponents to wear them down before properly striking.

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━ name : cowboy.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : twenty-two moons old.
━ rank : rogue/outsider.
━ appearance : cowboy is a tall, wiry sandy-ginger tabby tomcat with a long tail and one vibrant green eye.
━ scent : he smells of sun-washed citrus and warm sand.

━ personality : cowboy is . . . confident, playful, deeply caring, perceptive, humorous, resourceful, cunning ; flirtatious, cocky, skeptical, untrusting ; stubborn, noncommittal, stoic.
cowboy is stubborn and keeps his true self (gentler, more anxious) hidden under a mask of easygoing playfulness. extremely flirtatious and always playing things off with jokes, he's a very chill tomcat that loves to have fun and prides himself on his knowledge of the desert. however, he’s terrified of commitment or things getting too intense. he's known to disappear/seclude himself for days at a time and his number one coping strategy is running away. a constant presence in the desert, he has become acquainted with a few of the clan cats, though in general, he doesn't like them.
━ likes : the desert, flirting, making others laugh, telling stories, catching his food.
━ dislikes : clan cats (generally), seeing a cat in pain, feeling helpless, bullies, things getting too tense.

━ sexuality : cowboy is bisexual, male leaning.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he currently isn't crushing on anybody! pm me!
━ mate and kits : perhaps one day. he doesn't dwell on either. he enjoys the way his life is right now and likes flirting; he feels like a mate and kits would add stress and tie him to one place all the time.
━ preferences : handsome/pretty, dark coats, scrappy, cool, confident, spunky, good sense of humor.

━ history : during cowboy's kit moons, he lived with his mother and father, misty and beck. after hearing fantastical stories from his father of the cats who lived out in the desert at an oasis, he wandered and met a young tom named featherpaw. the two hit it off and would frequently meet and grew very close, until one day, they were found by a patrol of featherpaw’s wildclan clanmates. they attacked cowboy and a few nearby outsiders, including his parents, who had come to his aid. by the time the battle was over, cowboy’s mother, misty, was dead and he was clinging to life by a thread. luckily cowboy eventually pulled through under his father’s care; he now wears a scar that splits straight down his chest all the way to his belly, as well as many others, including a missing eye. a few moons later, beck died and he abandoned his home with his father, and now roams the desert alone. • he doesn’t remember much of his kithood, but does still harbor a distrust for clan cats, particularly wildclanners.
indentcowboy is a young, scrappy rogue. he looks out for his fellow outsiders and helps anyone he can get by. while he prefers to be alone, he doesn't mind sticking around others or forming alliances. sometimes in this desolate land, outsiders have to help one another survive.

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