【☣】➛ ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ➛ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀꜱ ➛ ᴏ&ᴀ !!

[C a s]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ.

➛xyou'd best not stop for too long among these woods.
➛xxxdo you smell the blood in the air?
➛xhow do you think these forests were won by the cats that rule it?


【☣】ᴡɪʟᴛᴇᴅᴄʟᴀɴ !!【☣】

【☣】ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ !!【☣】

➛xxxroleplay thread !!
➛xxxindexes
➛xxxcredits

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【☣】ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ !!【☣】

➛xxxyou may make as many characters as you wish, but there are some stipulations as to what you can create, which are covered in the following rules.

➛xxxyou will only be able to create characters of open ranks, unless a queen gives birth to a litter, in which case those cats will go on to become warriors or higher. to join, you must create a warrior. you cannot just have a queen/kit/apprentice/etc.

➛xxxyou may only create one high-ranking character at the start. if your character is later chosen as deputy or medicine cat apprentice, you do not have to demote or kill off your current high-rank!

➛xxxplease keep genders even. If you have more than one character, you must have both a male and female.

➛xxxbe realistic with your character's names and appearances, their actions, and the way you type in this roleplay.

➛xxxyou do not have to use the form below, feel free to use your own. it MUST include: name, appearance/character image, rank, gender, and age. Feel free to include more information, I'd love to read your characters' backstories and personalities as well!

➛xxxthere is a limited number of characters allowed with outsider roots. (1/2)

➛xxxno powerplaying here, please. your character may not always be the center of attention or chosen to take part in major plot points - it happens! no character is invisible, either. you cat can't dodge every attack and no young cat would be able to beat a fully-trained warrior.

➛xxxkeep in mind the area's terrain - the territory is written out and easy to reference. if you have any questions about it, just ask!

➛xxxfade to black for kitting/mating scenes or anything otherwise too graphic for CS.

➛xxxremember CS' rules! if a CS rule is broken, it's possible that a moderator will issue a warning to you, which I know we all don't want to happen! following the site rules will help us keep the roleplay unlocked and going strong.

➛xxxthese rules are subject to change based on the roleplay's needs.

➛xxxas is customary in the series, your characters' mentor/apprentice/warrior name/full medicine cat name will be decided BY our roleplay's leader and medicine cats. you may request a specific choice, but ultimately it is in the paws of the Clan leaders and medicine cats.

➛xxxwhen naming your character, don't give them one-word names. names like Frostbite and Sunflower are not allowed. also, consider what might be outside the scope of the characters' knowledge, like words that they do not know, and animals/plants outside of their region.

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【☣】ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀᴍ !!【☣】

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[C a s]

【☣】ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɴᴅᴇx !!【☣】

➛ C a s: Owlfang, Turtlefeather, Lionspring, Tawnypaw
➛ Queen of flames: cats
➛ Animals65: Creamflower
➛ Cradily: Blackstar, Bluerose, Flypaw
➛ CJClaire: Puddlefoot, Fernfog
➛ [url=x]name:[/url] cats

【☣】ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜰɪxᴇꜱ !!【☣】

➛ Black, Blue, Cream, Fern, Fly, Freezing, Frozen, Grim, Lion, Owl, Puddle, Rose, Tawny, Turtle, Vanilla

【☣】ꜱᴛᴀᴛɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ !!【☣】

➛ Male: 5 | Female: 5
➛ Clan Cats: 10
➛ Outsiders: 0
➛ Outsider Roots: 1/2

[C a s]

-removed-

Poor boy vagabond,
Running from myself;
Backwards humanoid,
Am I somebody else?

Young boy criminal,
Driving this freeway;
Taking what I want,
Then it all fades away.

N A M E
Prefix | Owl
Suffix | kit paw fang

G E N D E R
[♙] ♂ | [] ♀

A G E
48 mns

R A N K
Kit [] Apprentice [] Warrior [] Queen [] Elder [] Medicine Cat [] Deputy [♙] Leader []

C L A N
WiltedClan



Kit Life
Owlkit was given his name after his birth - once his eyes changed from blue. Originally, his mother had called him Skykit, after their particularly bright shade of blue. Once they shifted into their brilliant gold, Lilyfire changed his name to Owlkit. His father was not his mother's mate; instead, he was the mate of a brilliantly quick-witted and quick-clawed warrior named Bluefrost. Both cats had a reputation in the Clan for being a dangerous match for any enemy to face - especially Bluefrost, who was older, and had been a fresh apprentice when the Clan was still in shambles. Talonstorm, Owlkit's father, had made the mistake of breaking her heart, and having quite the swing in the Clan, Talonstorm, Lilyfire, and Owlkit were ostracized, though his mother took the shame the hardest, Bluefrost being particularly nasty towards her. When he stopped weaning, Lilyfire returned to her duties, despite her love for her son; she left the Clan to become a loner soon after, with the hope that without her there the Clan would be more forgiving. Owlkit was bitter towards his father from the moment he could understand the situation. Even so, Talonstorm regarded him only with tough love, driven by the confusing combination of having a constant reminder of his shame, and wishing to connect with the only flesh and blood he would ever sire. Owlkit hated him, but dealt with the torment of his father's beratement and demand that he spend his time preparing for apprentice training instead of playing with the other kits.

Apprentice life
Mentor options were limited: at the time of his ceremony, Owlpaw was filled with anxiety over the fact that only one young tom and his father were without apprentices. It was with surprise that Owlpaw began to connect with a cat for the first time in his life. Birdstrike was hardly twenty moons, and his skills weren't even particularly sharp...but he was kind, and he was friendly, and he didn't treat Owlpaw like the senior warriors did. Owlpaw tagged along with his mentor at any moment he could, and Birdstrike never seemed to mind. For a couple of moons, Owlpaw enjoyed learning, not caring that his skills were subpar, and that his father was frustrated with his lack of progress.
It was when he was eight moons that Owlpaw's nightmare came to life. Birdstrike's body was found in the stream leading towards the spring, the water having washed any scent away. No fur was even caught in his claws, as if he had never even fought back. heartbroken, Owlpaw sat vigil for his mentor, and then was assigned to the only other available warrior: his father.
Talonstorm immediately put an end to the carefree life Owlpaw had been living. His days were consumed with training, and the lithe tabby was driven by spite alone. Hate fueled every strike, and when aimed at his father, he didn't hold back on a single one. The apprentice began to become a ruthless fighter, though it was never enough for Talonstorm.
At twelve moons of age, Owlpaw got to hear his father tell him he was proud for the first time. His exact words were, "I'm proud of what you've become, Owlpaw. Birdstrike would have held you back - he didn't even move a paw when I went to... talk to him about your progress."
The tabby froze in his tracks, his father's tone creeping up his spine as if he'd fallen into ice water. Owlpaw didn't miss a beat. The tom turned on his father and pounced. Talonstorm was startled for a moment, but then the battle began, and the older tom had to live with the consequences of creating an incredibly powerful cat. In the end, they both sustained great injuries. Neither tom stopped until their wounds prevented movement, and neither would have survived unless a patrol had spotted them.
It took three days for Owlpaw to regain consciousness. Talonstorm was still on his deathbed, and finally, the Clan and Ravenstar were able to get some answers. Owlpaw explained everything, and the leader took some time to mull it over, as Talonstorm's side couldn't be heard. Talonstorm's side was never heard, in fact - he succumbed to his injuries the following morning while the Clan slept. Owlpaw didn't attend his vigil, and after his father was buried, was finally given his decision. Ravenstar placed his trust in the apprentice's story, given Talonstorm's aggressiveness and scummy reputation. That night, Owlpaw did sit vigil - but for himself, and only after receiving the name Owlfang.

Warrior + life
Now, Owlfang was truly alone. He had no drive, no kin, no connections. So he trained. Owlfang trained, and invested himself fully in warrior duties. He spent every moment patrolling, hunting, or honing his own skills. He worked hard because it was, and still is, the only thing he has. In fact, after Ravenstar's passing, it earned him his current position: the deputy of WiltedClan. And again, that's Owlfang's only motivator. Tact, friendliness, emotion - all are of no interest to the tom. All he has is his work, so that is his focus.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Owlfang is a strategist; a sharp, tactical tom. He isn't particularly passionate about the Warrior Code; he doubts StarClan, and is rather passive about that fact. He's a complete realist, with no desire to consider what-ifs and hypotheticals. He will reach any success by any means necessary, no matter how brutal the means. He has loyalty to no cat, only WiltedClan, as that serves his way of life.

S K I L L S

Charisma: ★☆☆☆☆
Strength: ★★★☆☆
Speed: ★★★★☆
Climbing: ★★☆☆☆
Agility: ★★★★★
Defense : ★★★★☆
Offense : ★★★★★



K I N
Mother | Lilyfire
Father | Talonstorm

E D U C A T I O N
Mentor | Birdstrike
Mentor | Talonstorm
Apprentice | Frogthorn

F R I E N D S H I P S

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Single [♙] Taken [] Too Young [] Crushing [] Widow []
►Mate/Crush

-removed-

I think it might be best for me to let you go,
But if you ever love me you should let me know -
I know you really want him, guess I'm fine with that;
Be careful with your heart 'cause I'm not good at that.

Picking up the pieces,
Does he hold you while you're sleepin'?
Heard he loves you does he mean it?
Does he care about your dreams and all your goals and how you'll meet 'em?
Does he call you every evening?
Is he making sure you're eating?
Do you love him how he loves you,
is it even even?

N A M E
Prefix | Turtle
Suffix | kit paw feather

G E N D E R
[] ♂ | [➵] ♀

A G E
36 moons

R A N K
Kit [] Apprentice [] Warrior [➵] Queen [] Elder [] Medicine Cat [] Deputy [] Leader []

C L A N
WiltedClan



Kit Life
Turtlekit was never a sad kit. She was happy, lively, liked by everyone that knew her. A ball of sunshine, they would call her, as she lit up every place she went. Her kithood was a happy one, and she grew up with her sister, Firekit, and her brother, Lionkit. The queen was a joy to know, frankly, and her family would agree. Turtlekit grew up happy and loved with her siblings, who all shared in the good kithood.

Apprentice life
Turtlepaw, Firepaw, and Lionpaw eagerly began their apprenticeships. Turtlepaw was assigned to a gruff but wise tom named Littlestone, a senior warrior. Hardened from living through WiltedClan's rise, he didn't care for her bright, loud personality. This was how Turtlepaw learned to earn gratification in a new way: figuring out how to make her mentor proud. She worked hard - while still making time for her friendships and siblings, of course! - and it took moons, but she thought her heart would burst when, at ten moons, she finally saw the tom crack a smile accompanied by a nod of approval as she bested him with a move. Albeit her victory was mostly due to his underestimation, it still influenced Turtlepaw to work harder in order to become a formidable warrior. Most of her training was done with Firepaw - the brightest of the three, Firepaw's moves were sharp and she was unmatched by her peers. Unfortunately, this earned both apprentices a spot on a patrol sent to drive out a rogue. Due any time for their ceremonies, this was the first time the nearly-warriors were facing off against a real opponent. Unfortunately, the reporting patrol had missed the scent of the two other rogues, and the patrol ended up matching off one-on-one. Before the backup patrol arrived, Firepaw had suffered serious injuries from the far more hostile, experienced rogue she fought against, and lost her life before they could get her back to camp. This devastated both of the siblings. Turtlepaw forced her grief into her work, though every cat knew that after that day, her light had dimmed a little.
In her sister's absence, Turtlepaw felt obligated to help tend to Firepaw's mentor - the tom had been the third cat when them when they faced the rogue, and had also faced serious injuries; Turtlepaw had come out the least battered. She visited him, fetched food and water, and did anything else the medicine cats could need to help. The young warrior, Timberpounce, was more than appreciative, and Turtlepaw was smitten with him quickly.

Warrior + life
Turtlefeather earned her warrior name along with her brother, Lionspring. Shortly after her ceremony, Timberpounce and Turtlefeather became mates. Right away warrior life was exactly what she had expected: duties, sharing tongues with her Clanmates, serving the Clan. The light was coming back to Turtlefeather's eyes, and she couldn't ask for more. When she was twenty-five moons, Turtlefeather was excited to leave the medicine cat's den knowing that she was carrying Timberpounce's mate. Even more exciting, Lionspring's mate - who Turtlefeather loved dearly - was already in the nursery, carrying her brother's kits. Almost as one, to her dismay, Timberpounce became distant. The queen wasn't sure what to do. Finally the tom came clean: he had fallen in love with another she-cat. Heartbroken, Turtlefeather resigned to the nursery, leaving very little. To further the blow, her kits came early, and none of them survived - leaving Turtlfeather with nothing. At least, nothing for a few nights. As she waited for her milk to dry up, her brother's mate was still heavy with kits that should have already come. Finally, her labor began - and went horribly. That was when Turtlefeather was given something to live for. She nursed her niece, comforted her brother while he grieved. Like she'd done when Firepaw died, she shoved her emotions down, and invested fully in taking care of her brother's daughter.
Now, several moons have passed; her niece is nearly a warrior. It's been five moons since Turtlefeather has returned to her warrior duties, and with less distraction, finds it hard to keep herself happy. She invests in any available task, in her Clanmates' emotional well-being; whatever she can do to keep herself occupied.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Turtlefeather is a resigned cat in terms of her personal life - she gives away little in terms of her emotions, her coping, her grief. She presents herself as a cheerful, almost overly-helpful Clanmate. She usually keeps herself in the company of others, whether on patrols with Clanmates, sharing tongues with her friends, or pestering her brother or niece. She knows nothing will bring her kits back, or fix things between her and Timberpounce, so instead she treats her tragedies as if they never happened. Sometimes, though, the queen will make time to sit by the spring on cool evenings, watching the water ripple as she angrily slashes across its surface, feeling everything she tries so hard to bury.

S K I L L S

Charisma: ★★★★★
Strength: ★★☆☆☆
Speed: ★★★☆☆
Climbing: ★★★★★
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Defense : ★★★★☆
Offense : ★★★☆☆



K I N
Sister | Firepaw
Brother | Lionspring
Niece | Tawnypaw

E D U C A T I O N
Mentor | Littlestone

F R I E N D S H I P S

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Single [➵] Taken [] Too Young [] Crushing [] Widow []
►Mate/Crush: Timberpounce (formerly)

-removed-

Send my love, send my love right away baby,
All day, all night I wish you would leave me hurting;
I know 'us' is more than we deserve but,
If I may and you're awake I'll be coming home late,
It'd be cool if I could stay for a minute;
Baby lately I've been waiting,
To feel your mood move me.

N A M E
Prefix | Lion
Suffix | kit paw spring

G E N D E R
[♞] ♂ | [] ♀

A G E
36 moons

R A N K
Kit [] Apprentice [] Warrior [♞] Queen [] Elder [] Medicine Cat [] Deputy [] Leader []

C L A N
WiltedClan



Kit Life
Lionkit had a great kithood. The only tom of the litter, he was doted on by his father, and his fluffy cream coat made up his namesake. From a young age, the kit was taught strength was valuable. His favorite games revolved around playing leader of WiltedClan, fighting off rogues and badgers. He and his sisters, Firekit and Turtlekit, had a wonderful kithood, free of any trifle.

Apprentice life
To Lionpaw's dismay, he was apprenticed to a quiet, gentle, almost elder-aged queen. Her name, Softsong, perfectly reflected her personality, and Lionpaw was frustrated with her focus on hunting skills. It seemed to the young tom that Softsong was purposely avoiding teaching him fighting skills; and he proudly declared Firepaw and Turtlepaw had been helping him, so he was already ahead doing incredibly well. He almost scoffed when Softsong demanded he prove his skill; there was no way that old, fight-shy bag of bones could best him, strong, young, and now having several moves under his belt. It was to his great surprise when Softsong bested him easily. Only moments after the sparring had begun, his mentor had him on his back, pinned, her paw poised to tear open his soft belly flesh. Lionpaw had never known such great shame and embarrassment. From then on, Softsong became his idle, and he learned the value of patience through her. The skills Softsong taught him were of compassion, kindness, and tact. For the first time, Lionpaw learned there was more to being a warrior than strength.
When he was eleven moons old, Lionpaw returned from a hunting trip to the horror of his dead littermate. Injured, Turtlepaw crouched by her body, while Firepaw's mentor was taken to the medicine cat's den. Lionpaw learned grief during his apprenticeship, and unlike Turtlepaw's drive to work harder, it made Lionpaw something he had never really known either: fear. He feared Turtlepaw being hurt, he feared anything happening to Softsong, or his Clanmates. The tom became more protective over his Clanmates, and spoke out in favor of peace. Lionpaw began to prefer hunting and border patrols over practicing battle moves.

Warrior + life
Lionspring earned his warrior name alongside his sister, Turtlefeather. Now as a warrior, he was still quick to strive for avoiding conflict. Despite the tom having a natural strength, he was almost afraid to fight. This all changed when he was given his first apprentice very early into his warrior-hood - at only eighteen moons, Lionspring met Cherrypaw. And, she was the most annoying she-cat he had ever had the misfortune of meeting. She talked constantly, wouldn't listen to a word he said, and had absolutely no talent for quiet tasks like hunting. Her battle moves were skilled, though, the tom had to admit. The molly felt as if he were hardly good enough to teach her - how he had felt about Softsong - because he was hardly older than she was. This haughtiness put them both in danger when a badger came onto the Clan's territory. Cherrypaw went looking for trouble to prove she was skilled enough to become a warrior early, and Lionspring, naturally, went after her. This ended up with the tome facing the badger alone, Cherrypaw already injured and shoved out of harm's way. The golden tom was given long red stripes down his muzzle and side, leaving both with horrible scars where fur still doesn't grow to cover. When he finally woke up, Lionspring was almost taken aback by the irony - here he was, in the same place Firepaw's mentor had been; only this time, his apprentice had lived. Cherrypaw never left her mentor's side, eaten up with guilt. This fostered a deep connection between them, and while Lionspring kept things professional as she finished out the last bit of her apprenticeship, the pair became mates almost right after she earned the name Cherryfoot. Less than a moon later, the queen was in the nursery bearing his kits, and you would never have seen a happier pair.
Shortly after they found out, Turtlefeather moved to the nursery, pregnant with Timberpounce's kits. Unfortunately, Turtlefeather's time in the nursery ended only with tragedy as she faced the loss of her mate and then her kits. Lionspring stood by her side, though there was no denying Turtlefeather's light had gone out again, just like when they had lost Firepaw. It was only sunrises later that Cherryfoot began kitting. They had been anxiously waiting, unsure why the kits hadn't come yet - but nothing could have gone more wrong with her kitting. Cherryfoot departed to StarClan with the parting gift of only a little daughter. Guilt ate at the tom's stomach - he had worked so hard to protect the cats he cared about, and now, in the face of his love's death, he was helpless. He watched her eyes fade as she left to join their ancestors, unable to cope with the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. It was with more guilt he pleaded with Turtlefeather to nurse his daughter - and she agreed without delay.
Now, Lionspring puts double the effort to keep his family and Clan safe. It's all that matters to him. He can't bear the thought of helplessly watching another cat he loves lose their battle.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Lionspring is a gentle giant. He's a teddy bear of a baby boy; an absolute sap. A complete pacifist, Lionspring will avoid confrontation as aggressively as possible. He loves deeply and is fiercely protective - it took him moons to stop sleeping in the nursery with his daughter. This also leaves Lionspring afraid of being close to any cat - he loves very deeply, and as a result, is over-aware of how horrible loving someone can feel when it hurts.

S K I L L S

Charisma: ★★★★☆
Strength: ★★★★★
Speed: ★★☆☆☆
Climbing: ★★☆☆☆
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Defense : ★★★★★
Offense : ★★★★☆



K I N
Sisters | Turtlefeather, Firepaw
Daughter | Tawnypaw

E D U C A T I O N
Mentor | Softsong

F R I E N D S H I P S

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Single [] Taken [] Too Young [] Crushing [] Widower [♞]
►Mate/Crush: Cherryfoot

-removed-

You kiss just like you speak;
You love just like you eat,
Too much, then not for weeks;
You kiss just like you speak;
You sniff, you cry, you peak,
Your hype, your type, I know too well;
My time is finders keep,
My kind is kinda deep,
My sights are high and steep -
My prices aren't cheap,
You might not want to need,
But the kind you try to keep.

N A M E
Prefix | Tawny
Suffix | kit paw

G E N D E R
[] ♂ | [♛] ♀

A G E
11 moons

R A N K
Kit [] Apprentice [♛] Warrior [] Queen [] Elder [] Medicine Cat [] Deputy [] Leader []

C L A N
WiltedClan



Kit Life
Tawnykit never knew her mother - but from what the elders say, she's just like Cherryfoot. Lionspring, her father, would attest - she even bears her mother's dark tortie pelt. He wouldn't leave her side for almost a moon, neglecting his duties, fearful something would happen to her until Turtlefeather practically forced him out of the den. Her father's sister, Turtlefeather had lost her kits just before Tawnykit's birth, leaving her the perfect candidate to nurse the partial orphan. Turtlefeather feels just as a mother would, Tawnykit could only imagine - she nursed her, watched over her, loved her like her own. Despite this, Lionspring spent an almost overbearing amount of time watching over her, quick to try and keep her safe, even if there wasn't a threat.

Apprentice life
Tawnypaw's apprenticeship came with a sigh of relief. Loud-mouthed and stubborn, the queen makes quite the challenge of an apprentice - again, just like her mother.

Warrior + life
tbd

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Tawnypaw is very loud, opinionated, and almost annoying to be around. She's impossibly stubborn and horrible at doing what she's told. She gets attached to cats very quickly without much rhyme or reason. Oftentimes Tawnypaw is just...sad. She's just down, and she just sort of exists. Often she feels like she's on autopilot, like she's hardly even real. But oh well, right? It's a life to live, although a bland one. Sometimes this brings the recklessness out in her - consequences don't feel real, so why should they matter?

S K I L L S

Charisma: ★☆☆☆☆
Strength: ★☆☆☆☆
Speed: ★★★★★
Climbing: ★★★☆☆
Agility: ★★★★★
Defense : ★★☆☆☆
Offense : ★★★☆☆



K I N
Mother | Cherryfoot
Father | Lionspring
Aunt | Turtlefeather

E D U C A T I O N
Mentor | tbd

F R I E N D S H I P S

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Single [♛] Taken [] Too Young [] Crushing [] Widow []
►Mate/Crush: open

[C a s]

reserved

[Queen of flames]

Res If I can

➛xxxname: Vanillasplit
➛xxxrank: medicine cat
➛xxxgender: female
➛xxxage: 34 moons
➛xxxkin: Eclipseburn x Lostwillow, Maplekit, Soulpaw (all deceased)
➛xxxmate/crush: Secret mate was Lemonfang (deceased), open for crushes (another way she will be loyal to the medicine cat rule)
➛xxxpersonality: She is calm, silent and a little shy she-cat, who will do everything for her clanmates, but sometimes she does forget to take care of herself. She is known to become sick if she is too stressed out and she does ask apprentices to help her a lot. She hates to see her clanmates dying and gets depressed very easily.
➛xxxhistory: She is clan born, but the only one who survived to adulthood. At first, she was being trained as a warrior apprentice, but she learned the herbs with the medicine cat, just curiousness. She did want to become a medicine cat but at first, there was no chance for her to become one before the tragedy happened and the medicine cat apprentice died. The current medicine cat was getting old so to anyone's surprise he chooses her to become the apprentice and took the rank when he dies.
➛xxxappearance:: She is a short-haired white cat, with lime-green eyes.
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➛xxxname: Frozenthunder
➛xxxrank: warrior
➛xxxgender: female
➛xxxage: 26 moons
➛xxxkin: Deepwater x Foxmoon, Yellowstorm, Rosedance
➛xxxmate/crush: open for crushes
➛xxxpersonality: She is a kind, motherly, and friendly cat. She loves kits and almost anything, which made her very naive. She is a little bit against fighting, but hates to be bossed around and can be very bitter at times.
➛xxxhistory: She is born in the clan, with two brothers, she is named after the time she was being born, in cold leaf-bare, which was very unsure if the kits could survive.
➛xxxappearance: Medium long-haired silver-gray diluted tortoiseshell cat, with amber eyes.
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➛xxxname: Rosedance
➛xxxrank: warrior
➛xxxgender: male
➛xxxage: 26 moons
➛xxxkin: Deepwater x Foxmoon, Yellowstorm, Frozenthunder
➛xxxmate/crush: Batnight (former), open for crushes
➛xxxpersonality: He is kind, hard-working, and loyal tom, he takes his job as a warrior seriously but loves to lazy around too. He is sometimes very harsh in his words and can hurt other cats feeling, without realizing it.
➛xxxhistory: He is born in the clan, with one sister and brother, he is named after his father's sister and best friend Rosebone. He was mates with Batnight, but it didn't go well for them and after losing their very first litter, they got into separate ways.
➛xxxappearance: Short-haired dark ginger tabby cat, with amber eyes.
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➛xxxname: Freezingpaw
➛xxxrank: apprentice
➛xxxgender: male
➛xxxage: 10 moons
➛xxxkin: Willowfox x Tigerhaze, Batnight, unnamed stillborns
➛xxxmate/crush: has a secret crush to Flypaw
➛xxxpersonality: He is a loyal, helpful, and hard-working cat, staying still is not his best thinks and he is always moving if not eating or sleeping. For a mentor, he can be rather annoying because of his energetic nature and impatience. He has a good memory which makes him somewhat clever and fast learned, but only if you keep his interest up, he doesn't get bored and so on stop listening.
➛xxxhistory: He is born in the clan, having one older sister. He was born from a large litter of six kits in total, but he was the only one who made it alive, as his four littermates were stillborn and one died a few days later.
➛xxxappearance: Medium- haired dark smoke cat, with silver-gray eyes.
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➛xxxname: Grimpaw (Formerly Grim Reaper shortly Grim)
➛xxxrank: apprentice
➛xxxgender: male
➛xxxage: 12 moons (started his training later so will take longer for him to become a warrior)
➛xxxkin: unknown housecats
➛xxxmate/crush: open for crushes
➛xxxpersonality: He is a very typical loner-natured cat, a little selfish who somewhat disagree a hard work, though he is learned to little bit hunt and live as a wild cat, at the time he is being at himself as a loner. He is mostly a kind cat but can be very aggressive if angered or if things don't go as he wanted them to go, luckily he knows when to back off.
➛xxxhistory: He is born as a housecat. Thought when he was 7 moons old his owners were planning to go to their cottage and took him with them, but during the trip, a car accident happened, where he escaped to the half-broken basket and run away. Even still he doesn't know if his owners survived or not the crash, but he luckily found himself in the clan's territory and joined it.
➛xxxappearance: Medium- haired dark gray russian blue cat, with blue eyes.
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➛xxxname: Mosaic
➛xxxrank: housecat
➛xxxgender: female
➛xxxage: 14 moons
➛xxxkin: unknown
➛xxxmate/crush: open for crushes
➛xxxpersonality: She is a gentle, friendly, and kind-hearted cat, but she does have his childish nature too, which mostly shows up around cats she is close with. Though she can take things very seriously too and is a very hard-working one, she is very curious about learning new things.
➛xxxhistory: She is born as a housecat, mostly staying near her home, before now lately she is being more curious about the worlds outside of her home.
➛xxxappearance: Medium-haired black and orange tortoiseshell cat, with green eyes.
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[Animals65]

Name: Creamflower
Gender: She-cat
Age: 25 moons
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Kind, gentle, strong, brave, smart, strategic, can be too serious, can be tough
History: Clan born
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Kits: Dead
Other: Image credit to respective owners

[Cradily]

here i comeee

Born to push you around, better just stay down
You pull away, he hits the flesh, you hit the ground
Mouth so full of lies, tend to block your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying, just keep waiting

Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When they stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes
No, the sunshine never comes

Push you cross that line, just stay down this time
Hide in yourself, crawl in yourself
You'll have your time
I'll make them pay, take it back one day
I'll end this day, I'll splatter color on this grave

The Day That Never Comes - Metallica

➛xxxName: Blackstar
➛xxxRank: Leader
➛xxxGender: Male
➛xxxAge: 67 moons
➛xxxHistory: Blackheart was once a kind, easygoing warrior who got along with everybody. But his heart darkened the day that his brother Darkclaw's body was found dead by the river, his throat torn out and scratches littering his body--and Darkclaw's then-apprentice's fur stuck between his claws. Although Blackheart never witnessed the murder himself, it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. Darkclaw and his apprentice, Thornpaw, had been having disagreements over Thornpaw's training lately, and had left camp together earlier that day to go hunting; when Blackheart returned to camp with his brother's body, he found the apprentice already being treated for his own wounds in the medicine den. Blackheart was furious. Thornpaw insisted he was innocent, and that several rogues had attacked them and that was when he ran back to camp to get help. But even as he gave this false story, there was no emotion in his eyes, no fear, shock, or sadness at seeing his dead mentor's body--nothing. It made Blackheart's blood boil, how painfully obvious the young tom's lies were, and he was sure the apprentice would be exiled--and yet he wasn't. For some reason, despite everything pointing to Thornpaw being the culprit, he was allowed to remain within WiltedClan on account of there being no witnesses. He was innocent until proven guilty--not in the eyes of all cats, of course, and certainly not in the eyes of Blackheart, but there was nothing he could do. It made him furious, and all the more so when Thornpaw requested to be named Thornclaw in honor of his late mentor at the time of his warrior ceremony. Every time Blackheart looked into the eyes of the young tom, all he could see was a cold-blooded killer--a dirty brother killer. Blackheart
vowed revenge, somehow, someday, one way or another. And when, many moons later, he became leader of WiltedClan, he got his revenge. His first decision as leader was to exile Thornclaw. The younger warrior argued, saying it wasn't fair, that he was still innocent, and while some cats were in agreement with Blackstar's decision and said that it was about time, some questioned why he was digging this up now, even moons after Darkclaw had died. But Blackstar's mind was made up. He was going to have his justice, and it wasn't going to end with Thornclaw's banishment. The tom finally left, driven out by Blackstar himself and several of the warriors who agreed with his course of action. But while the other warriors went back to camp once Thornclaw was out of their territory, Blackstar didn't. Instead, he continued to chase Thornclaw, far, far away, to a secluded part of the mountains. When the tom questioned why Blackstar was still going after him, Blackstar's voice was as cold as ice as he replied, "Oh, exile is not your final punishment." And for the first time in his life, Blackstar saw true, genuine fear in Thornclaw's eyes. But that fear was soon replaced with a glazed-over look, as Blackstar ripped out Thornclaw's throat, the same way he had done to Darkclaw all those moons ago, and left his body out for the wild animals to eat. He made sure to clean the blood off his muzzle and paws before he returned to camp, but he had taken so long that his clanmates had begun to worry about him, and when he finally did return, the camp fell silent. There was an air about Blackstar that was different. It was eerily cool, almost...peaceful. He never told any cat what he did, and no cat ever asked, but most figured it out for themselves, or at least they assumed.
➛xxxPersonality: Blackstar has a strong sense of right and wrong and a hunger for justice that cannot be tempered until satisfied. Whether it's giving a naughty apprentice the worst chores to do for the rest of the day or avenging the wrongful death of a Clanmate, he has an eye-for-an-eye, tooth-for-a-tooth kind of mentality, and simply cannot allow any wrongdoing to go unpunished. While not exactly the warmest, most inviting personality, he is typically very calm and polite, if a bit serious. Sometimes he wishes he could go back to being a young, cheerful warrior with not a care in the world...but his experiences in life have soured him, and he doubts anything could ever change that.
➛xxxKin: Darkclaw (brother, deceased)
➛xxxMate/crush: No one

When I was born, I did surely scorn
My proud parents' name, then their lives went down the drain
Drove them insane, my birth was a curse
I bit the nurse, oh, but I love the worst...

I am not a bad man, even though I do bad things
Very bad things
Such horrible things
But it's not quite what it seems
Ah, hell...It's exactly what it seems

Such Horrible Things - Creature Feature

➛xxxName: Flypaw
➛xxxRank: Apprentice
➛xxxGender: Male
➛xxxAge: 10 moons
➛xxxHistory: Flypaw was a troubled kit from the moment he was born. The only surviving kit of his litter, the rest of whom were stillborn, his parents were beyond grateful that at least one of their little ones had lived, and treasured him greatly...but they began to treasure him less and less as the moons went on. He cried constantly as a kit, no matter what was done for him, until his tiny kit voice was hoarse and he had cried so much that he physically couldn't anymore. He nursed aggressively, biting and pulling on his mother's teat as if trying to tear it off. He simply seemed unhappy and angry to be alive from his birth, and while his parents hoped he would get better with age, things only got worse the older he got. He never played nice with the other kits, and bit and scratched not only them but older members of the clan who came to see him as well. He would ruin perfectly good fresh-kill, as beating a dead thing smaller than himself until it looked even deader than before seemed to be the only thing he found true enjoyment in, and he'd constantly disrespect and insult his clanmates, especially the elders and his parents. He tried multiple times to escape camp, mainly at night while everyone else was asleep and he was wide awake, but his attempts were never successful, and each time he got caught he only slung ruder and ruder words to the warriors who caught him. Whatever joy his parents could have had was stomped on, and they quickly began to think of him as a curse--even going as far as to secretly blame him for the deaths of their other kits, although they never expressed these thoughts. Still, every day that they had to deal with him only made them wish that they didn't, as much as they hated to think it. As they spent less and less time with him and their resentment grew, so did their son's. His mother left the nursery much earlier than most queens, she could hardly stand to be in the same den as him, and his father only ever stepped in to reprimand him, neither wanting much of anything to do with him anymore. When Flypaw's apprentice ceremony rolled around, every warrior in the clan dreaded it, fearful of being chosen to mentor the troublesome young tom. And now, with only two moons left of his training to go, his parents fear his warrior ceremony far more, the thought of having to share a den with their son once more being almost too much to bear.
➛xxxPersonality: If anger and hatred were a cat, that cat would be Flypaw. Rebellious doesn't even begin to describe it--Flypaw is flat-out a bad cat, or at least that's how it seems. He has no interest in making friends or forming any sort of good relationships with anyone, instead going out of his way to cause trouble for others and doing whatever he feels like, regardless of the consequences. He seems to have been born without a single good bone in his body, and the only things he enjoys--as much as he can enjoy anything--are hunting and fighting, most likely because they give him an excuse to inflict pain upon others. He will put up a fight about just about anything, and getting an apology from him is like getting blood from a stone--it's impossible.
➛xxxKin: If anyone wants to make his parents feel free to!
➛xxxMate/crush: No one

Still you've got this empty cage
Oh your heart, oh your heart, is it beating once again?
And the dark, and the dark, is it speaking to you, friend?
Are you waiting?
Are you waiting still?
For everything you wanted, love?
When everything you want is gone?

Waiting Still - The Family Crest

➛xxxName: Bluerose
➛xxxRank: Warrior
➛xxxGender: Female
➛xxxAge: 30 moons
➛xxxHistory: Bluerose wanted nothing more than to be a medicine cat when she was younger. While she wasn't very interested in herbs and didn't have a particularly strong connection with StarClan, the idea of being a warrior frightened her to death. She never liked fighting, even playfighting as a kit, always afraid that she or someone else would get hurt, and would've much preferred to learn how to heal and maybe hunt on the side. But given that her main reason for wanting to be a medicine cat was simply not wanting to be a warrior, she was never even considered for the position, instead told that she was just being a mouse-heart and would grow out of it into a strong warrior. And grow into a strong warrior she did, but her empathetic side only grew as her skills did, causing for quite a bit of internal conflict.
➛xxxPersonality: Although Bluerose is a skilled fighter, she doesn't like being rough, and would much rather talk her way out of a fight peacefully than actually hurt anyone. Despite this, she won't hesitate to use her claws to protect her Clanmates if need be. She's very gentle and kind, and hates seeing anyone in pain, much less inflicting pain upon others, be it physical or emotional. She wants desperately to help heal her Clanmates from whatever may be ailing their mind or body, and will always lend a helping paw or listening ear to whoever may need it.
➛xxxKin: N/A
➛xxxMate/crush: No one

[CJClaire]

➛xxxname: Puddlefoot
➛xxxrank: Warrior
➛xxxgender: male
➛xxxage: 14 moons
➛xxxkin: Fernfog (mother)
➛xxxmate/crush: Open
➛xxxpersonality: Puddlefoot is a fairly jumpy and clumsy tom, often stumbling over his words as well as his own feet. He was given his name for the white markings on his paws, looking as though he had stepped into a puddle when he was a kit. He gets nervous while talking to others, and it can take him quite a bit to bring the courage to speak up. In general, he's pretty good at doing what he's told and keeping his head low.
➛xxxhistory: Puddlekit was born to Fernfog, the only kit in his litter. His kit-hood wasn't too exciting, but he was glad to become an apprentice. Fernfog left the nursery to return to her warrior duties shortly after he was weaned, so he wasn't too close with his mother.
As an apprentice, Puddlepaw was well behaved, though clumsy. He never felt like he excelled at anything in particular, and was worried that he might never earn his warrior name. Of course, he finally did, earning the name Puddlefoot, and has now been a warrior for two moons.
➛xxxappearance: Puddlefoot is a lanky black tom with white paws and yellow eyes.





➛xxxname: Fernfog
➛xxxrank: Warrior
➛xxxgender: Female
➛xxxage: 60 moons
➛xxxkin: Puddlefoot (son)
➛xxxmate/crush: A past mate, who is Puddlefoot's father. Currently none.
➛xxxpersonality: Fernfog is a hard-working warrior. She prides herself on her hunting skills and the dedication that she has to the clan. She can be quite friendly with other older cats in the clan, but is easily annoyed by younger cats and kits.
➛xxxhistory: Fernfog had a fairly normal kithood and apprenticeship. She trained hard as an apprentice, wanting to prove to her mentor and to the clan leader that she was a great warrior. As a young warrior, she focused on her duties, while many of her clanmates started to form relationships, she found it wasn't important to her.

When she was about 45 moons, she did catch the attention of another tom in the clan. The shared tongues, meals, and hunted together often, and she found herself completely in love. Shortly after that, she found she was expecting kits, and gave birth to Puddlekit. Being stuck in the nursery drove her mad, and she shut down and lashed out, ruining the relationship with her mate. She never really connected with Puddlekit, and as soon as she was able, went back to her warrior duties. Its unlikely she'll try to find love again.

➛xxxappearance: Fernfog is a grey and white tabby with green eyes.

[C a s]

everyone is accepted so far! glad to see so many familiar faces <3

@queen, your reservation will be marked!

[Queen of flames]

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