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by kiwi sauce » Sun Dec 10, 2017 10:07 pm
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xBARKPELT ► ►
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x┌──────────────────────┐xxxappearance──── Ranging from rich cedar to the finer
shades of aspen brown, each of which
are layered upon the other in a stiff
gradient that becomes progressively
darker along her back. Her underside
is a soft, off-white hue bisected by
tan. Wedged above it is a swathe of
warm coppery fur with yet darker
brown forming along her shoulders
and creasing down her back.
x┗─────────────────────┛ ┌───────────────┐xxxgender: molly
xxxage: 44 M
xxxrank: bastion
xxxdesired rank: achieved
xxxorientation: straight
xxxcrush: pm me
xxxcredits: art (c) mex
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In spite of such an imposing name, Barkpelt is neither harsh nor abrasive in terms of personality. The cat is fairly even-tempered; which is more than can be said for a good many that make up her clan. Her standing personality is very much that of an obedient soldier, quick to form up among her fellow warriors and a willing bulwark for those unable to defend themselves. She doesn’t take insults to her faction, nor her family, lightly and defends both with a near fanatical patriotism that borders on obsessive. Any perceived slight against her loyalty is regarded with fierce disdain and though she is not quick to come to blows, Barkpelt is not above using her biting sarcasm as a weapon to encourage such an outcome. What she may lack in diplomacy, she makes up for in compassion. Despite not being exceptionally worldly, she makes an endeavor to see past the shroud of obligation where there is room to do so. You will find that she’s nothing like a mindless warrior to take orders as the end all of end all’s and will actively seek other means to go about tense situations. Albeit, it doesn’t always work thanks to her dry wit and biting sarcasm.
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by Herä » Mon Dec 11, 2017 12:26 am
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He pretends to be Titanium but....
Frostpaw, later known as Frostmask
is a perpetual pessimistic. he does
not believe that there's one chance
of redemption for his clan - not one
CONT.
named frostpaw / tom cat
gender / male homosexual
heir of the valley / timid a
nearly deaf, skittish, and -
uncertain cat; & cowardly
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Frostpaw's life is like a dream that you can't quite place. He feels as if he is trapped in the wrong body -a body of which he cannot control, nor grow into a worthy member of not only his family, but the world itself. He walks such a different universe than the rest of his clan - convinced that he sees stars that no one else ever will. From a young age, Frostpaw developed a tendency to remain at the back of the conundrum. The words that others mutter often do not grace him - Frostpaw is nearly deaf and in his silence, he's grown aloof. The path which this bi-colored tom cat walks is showered with confusion, both for his purpose and the things that occur. Frostpaw finds himself infatuated with the sudden turn of events -- most of his clan mates believe that StarClan themselves have punished them for some unforseen wrong done, but Frostpaw doubts this theory. Though many are not aware, he does not believe in their starry ancestors. Frostpaw's understanding of the world is raw and cruel - he sees nothing but the black and white truth of life and (more recently), death.
It is not that Frostpaw is unfeeling - he is simply with a lack of faith. he does not believe in himself, nor the strength of his clan. If they are destined to die, then so be it. His pessimism is running rampant, worse now after the death of his good friend, training to becomie a Bastion - Lilacpaw. She was a gorgeous young thing, the polar opposite of the white-furred shorthair. Much like the flower from which she took her name, she gave Frostpaw color - a reason to search for the light. However, after the sickness arrived and took her as one of its very first victims, Frostpaw's life has become helplessly whitewashed. Her death has riddled him mostly silent - not even his parents can pry a word from him.
Though he is meant to be training to become part of the Monarchy, Frostpaw has begun to avoid his training sessions. He occupies himself with wandering around the valley without muchc are - or purpose. He entertains himself with his thoughts, always spiraling in every which direction. Sometimes he drifts so far from the camp that it takes him well after moon high to return. His parents are not happy with his disappearences, but the outskirts of the territory seems to be the only place where he an find an ounce of peace.
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