[❂] The Golden Valley [❂] Discussion & Forms [❂] O & A! [❂]

[AtlasHyperion]

ᗯᕮ'ᒪᒪ ᖴOᖇGᕮT Tᕼᕮ Sᑌᑎ, Iᑎ ᕼIS ᒍᕮᗩᒪOᑌS SKY

Discussion & Forms thread for ValleyClan

roleplay thread can be found here

Oᕼ, ᗯᕼᕮᑎ ᗯᕮ ᗯᗩᒪK Iᑎ ᖴIᕮᒪᗪS Oᖴ GOᒪᗪ

[AtlasHyperion]

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~ Sριяιтѕ σƒ тнє Sιℓνєя Ʋαℓℓєу, уσυ кησω єνєяу cαт ву ηαмє. ~

My name is Ashstar, and I'm the leader of ValleyClan.

~ I αѕк уσυ ησω тσ тαкє αωαу тнє ηαмє ƒяσм тнє cαт уσυ ѕєє вєƒσяє уσυ, ~

I'm a slightly tall siamese-color molly, with one green eye on the left and a scar over the missing eye on the right.
I have white socks on every foot, and above them dark brown that fades into a neutral tan. My face and ears are
dark, and so is my tail, where faint darker rings are visible. I have long legs and am very slender, with pronounced
bone structure. My fur is a bit on the short side and, while not silky, can't be described as any sort of scruffy. I'm
not one of those savage mountain cats.

I am about 72 moons of age - six years. I was an apprentice until I was two years of age, a deputy at four, and now
the leader of ValleyClan since five.

~ ƒσя ιт ησ ℓσηgєя ѕтαη∂ѕ ƒσя ωнαт ѕнє ιѕ. ~

I have excellent hearing, which makes up for my missing right eye. The left still works and my vision is perfectly
fine, just limited. From all my time serving as a warrior in ValleyClan, I have nearly perfected the art of stalking,
and, as any Clan cat is trained as soon as they can walk, I can slink among the tall grass without so much as
rustling a stalk of wheat. I am not as strong as some of the more brutish warriors, but I am faster and more nimble
than them.

I would say that I am quite intelligent. No warrior ever wins a battle by force; it is strategy and planning ahead that
guarantee victory - and I very much don't like to lose. That being said, I try not to be too ambitious. I know that the
valley is full of free land that no cat may conquer and cats that don't want to be part of any bloodshed. I enjoy as
much as the next cat splashing in the shallow stream with the kits - it helps me to forget the one that I lost.

~ Ɓу му αυтнσяιту αѕ Ƈℓαη ℓєα∂єя, αη∂ ωιтн тнє αρρяσναℓ σƒ συя ωαяяισя αηcєѕтσяѕ, ~

My name was not Ashkit when I was young, it was Mistkit. I was named for the sandy-gray mist that rolls down the
mountain in the early morning, when there's barely enough faint golden light to illuminate the ground. I was one of
two born to a Clan molly and a scruffy mountain tom, but my ancestors are not my heritage. I am ValleyClan, through
and through. My brother was called Nazareth, a name I can't put a meaning to that my father chose. I was made
apprentice to a molly named Leopardspot, and fittingly so, considering her pelt. We were the perfect team, until
there was no team. Once, on a border patrol, we came upon the smell of smoke and the lamenting of a mother. She
was a barn cat, a mother of four kits, but she'd only managed to rescue three of them from the burning barn. My
mentor and I immediately jumped into that inferno to find him, but Leopardspot was hit by a falling wood plank, and
no matter how much I prayed she'd get back up, she didn't. To make matters worse, when I tried to push the wood
off of her, chasing a fleeting hope that she was still alive, the searing-hot plank scorched my face and I lost an eye.
The kit was lost to the flames.

The leader at the time of the failed rescue was Froststar, and he was not known for his kindness, but for his ambition
to conquer all and his desire to have a Clan of the strongest warriors, not ones smart enough to question him. He
changed my name to Ashpaw, for the ash-like scar that marred my face for the next few moons. When the old vulture
finally died, and Goldenheart, as I'd known her before she became Goldenstar, took over. She declared that I was fit to
be a warrior, after moons of being denied mentor and warrior status because of my injury, and I was given a new name.

~ I gινє тнιѕ cαт α ηєω ηαмє. ~

It was a touching ceremony. I wish my mother could have known me by my warrior name, but she was killed by a
mountain cat under Froststar's rule. It gave me my standpoint on the name issue that burdens the Clan now: a cat, by
any name, is the same cat. Whether they are named for their victories or named for their defeats, they are still the
same cat they were since the day they were born. I am not as kind and perfectly accepting as Goldenstar, but I am not
nearly as cruel as Froststar. Cats in my Clan may choose their own names. Our titles mean something to us. Every name
is a symbol of who we are, whether that is the symbol we want to be remembered for or not.

~ Ƒяσм тнιѕ мσмєηт ση ѕнє ωιℓℓ вє кησωη αѕ Aѕнѕтσям. ~

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[Nyxeva]

This is a painting I commissioned of my personal cat. Please do not use it!

.:GεηεЯαι:.
{υѕernaмe }
Transkitty
{naмe}
Shatterclaw
{nιcĸnaмe}
None
{gender}
Female
{age}
Forty eight moons
{Rank}
Deputy



.:ρhуѕіςαι:.
{deѕcrιpтιon}
Mottled tortoiseshell molly with alluring green eyes.
{eye color:}
Green
{scars, markings, etc.:}
Scars crisscross her flanks.
{unique differentiation(s):}
Shatterclaw is deaf in one ear.



.:іη Dερτh:.
{perѕonalιтy}
If you asked those who knew him to pick one word to describe Shatterclaw, you'd probably most often hear gruff. Of course, no one can be totally described in one simple word, so you'd probably hear many more after that, such as dedicated and passionate. Shatterclaw is in fact gruff, but not like most males would be. She is extremely upfront and short with words, making sure to get to the point as soon as she can. She doesn't see the point in wasting time with flowery words and dancing around an issue makes her antsy and annoyed, which brings her temper out. When she does not have any reason to talk, Shatterclaw chooses to remain silent and simply observe what is going on around her, something that others seem to think is unfriendliness. She and her friends know that it isn't, however she doesn't care to correct the misconception.

Despite this, Shatterclaw is incredibly dedicated when she sets her mind to a task. She will do anything it takes to achieve her goals, even if that means she has to put herself in danger to do so. However, she is not stupid, and she will often times find other means of getting what she needs. When she is pursuing something, her real passion comes out, and strangers begin to see why so many flock to her.
{нιѕтory}
Shatterkit was born to a pair of Valleyclan warriors very late in the year due to her mother going into season later than usual. Due to the scarcity of prey, Rosepetal only had two kits. Rosepetal and Runningwind were both doting parents, and so both kits survived. Their young childhood was rather uneventful, and Shatterkit became an apprentice right on time with her brother by her side. Shatterpaw considered herself lucky to be assigned her father as her mentor, and everything was perfect until the day Runningwind was lost in a skirmish with a mountain cat. Shatterpaw managed to escape with nothing more than scratches across her flanks, and she returned the the clan to deliver the news to her mother. The loss of her mate devastated the molly and soon she became a shell of herself. She began neglecting her warrior duties and refusing to eat, becoming weaker and weaker in the process. Shatterpaw fell into the habit of visiting her mother every day, and one day she got no response when she called for the older molly. Concerned, she entered the warrior's den to find her mother had passed in her sleep from starvation, leaving Shatterpaw and her brother Thornpaw on their own.

The rest of her apprenticeship was uneventful, and the cat soon earned her warrior name of Shatterclaw. She proved herself to be a loyal member of the clan, earning herself a couple of apprentices and eventually she climbed the ranks until she earned the rank of deputy of Valleyclan.
{ѕтrengтнѕ}
She is very agile and has proven herself to be an adept hunter.
{weaĸneѕѕeѕ}
Because of her small stature, Shatterclaw is not physically strong. This puts her at a disadvantage in fights, and she's learned to rely on her agility and speed.


.:Rειατiσηshiρs:.
{devotion level:}
High
{love ιnтereѕт}
None.
{wнaт тнey looĸ ғor ιn a spouse}
Shatterclaw longs for someone who is as loyal as she is. She wants a mate who is strong enough to hunt for her and their clan.
{oтнer}
Her brother Thorn___ is open for adoption. If you'd like your character to be her former apprentice, just shoot me a message!

Shatterclaw doesn't understand why the cats wanting to join the clan are so attached to their names. Their reticence to change their names makes her slightly suspicious, but she isn't unfriendly to them over it.

[AtlasHyperion]

@Transkitty
I like it! One thing I noticed is that the pronouns in some sections are he/him and in other sections are she/her. I believe you intended Shatterclaw to be female? Regardless, accepted!

[Nyxeva]

@Transkitty
I like it! One thing I noticed is that the pronouns in some sections are he/him and in other sections are she/her. I believe you intended Shatterclaw to be female? Regardless, accepted!

Yeah, I edited it! Thank you!

[AtlasHyperion]

▬▬▬▬▬ WĦɆN Ɨ ǤØ ƗNŦØ ŦĦɆ ǤɌØᵾNĐ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪

Dominopaw ✧ 10 moons ✧ male ✧ apprentice ✧ mentor: tbd
stubborn ✧ assertive ✧ fierce ✧ proud ✧ hot-headed ✧ reckless

❱❱❱❱❱❱❱❱❱❱❱❱❱❱❱ I ωση'т gσ qυιєтℓу >> 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐲 ♚ 𝑪 𝕽 Ø 𝗪 𝓝 ♚

❝ My name's Dominopaw. I was a house cat named Domino when I was a kitten, but the
Furless are lame and I wanted adventure, so one day I left the house and decided
to wander the fields until I found something interesting. I was found and taken in
by a ValleyClan queen when I was six moons old, and Ashstar made me a ValleyClan
apprentice. I've trained hard for four moons, and I'm going to be the greatest
warrior ValleyClan has ever seen. Just watch me! ❞

🅰🅽🅳 🆆🅷🅴🅽 🅸 🅶🅾 🅸🅽🆃🅾 🆃🅷🅴 🅶🆁🅾🆄🅽🅳 🆃🅷🅴🆈 🅶🅾🆃🆃🅰 🅱🆄🆁🆈 🅼🅴

❝ Names are just a word that tells you what adventure you're on. They change.
I think any ValleyClan cat can have any name, as long as it's not a dumb one. ❞

✸ ✷ ✶
quote from the song "Bury Me Facedown" by Grandson

[AtlasHyperion]

@Transkitty
Also, could you add Shatterclaw's opinion on the name debate? Thanks!

[Nyxeva]

Done!

[pegasusfeathers]

Name • Emberkit Emberpaw Embercloud
Age • Seventeen moons
Gender • Female
Rank • Apprentice
Desired Rank • Warrior

Personality • Emberpaw, the outgoing, the vibrant. She has a natural skill as a leader, but becoming deputy isn't her priority. What's most important to her is being a good influence. When everyone else is silent, she will speak. When everyone else is hopeless, she will encourage. When everyone else is unwelcoming, she will love. Call it a flaw or a virtue, but Emberpaw doesn't filter her words. Sometimes they will be kind comforts, and other times they will be a harsh dose of reality. One thing you can be sure about, is no matter the mistakes you have made, or the transgressions you have caused, she will help you, if you will allow yourself to be helped. She's on the verge of becoming a warrior and working harder than ever to finish strong and become a cat her Clanmates will not only appreciate, but respect.

History • Emberpaw is a Clan-born molly, born to Thicketwing (father, dark brown tabby and white) and Seedwillow (mother, tortoiseshell) in (x season) alongside her sister, (x). Seedwillow tragically passed away from troubles kitting, leaving their father devastated, but for his daughters' sake he never let her death overwhelm him. He needed a few days to recover and make sure his kits were healthy before returning to his duties. Thicketwing did an excellent job parenting them on his own, save for a little help from (x), another queen who was luckily there to nurse the motherless kits. As the kits grew a little older, Thicketwing would take them on tours around the camp, telling them stories of battles that destroyed dens or ceremonies for certain cats. Emberpaw's favorite story was her father's own warrior ceremony, which for her was the spark that ignited her desire to become a powerful warrior. Thicketwing also taught the kits about every cat in camp that came before them, from the elders all the way down to the youngest apprentices. When it was time for the two she-cats to be named apprentices, Thicketwing watched with pride. Emberpaw remembers the expression he had. She only caught a glance, but it was the happiest she'd ever seen her father look. It was also, unfortunately, the last time she'd ever see his face. That night, as the sun began to set, Thicketwing was called for the last patrol of the day. Emberpaw and her sister were still on their way back from being shown around the territory, and never crossed paths with the tabby tom. They returned, eager to tell their father everything they'd learned and seen. When they were told they had just missed him, the she-cats were disappointed, but stayed up waiting for him for what seemed like forever. As Emberpaw began to doze off, rustling at the camp entrance stirred her back to full wakefulness, and she rushed to the entrance, only to find a horrific sight. Only two of the four warriors returned alive, and they were quite beaten and bloodied. Apparently a gang of foxes found the patrol. There were three of them and only four cats. Two of the warriors had tried to break away from the fight to get help from camp, but the foxes were unrelenting. They weren't able to escape. Floodwhisker, a dark gray tom, was the first killed in the battle. Thicketwing stayed for the fight, managing to drive off one of the foxes, until one of the remaining two took his life. The last two warriors got rid of that fox, and the last one, realizing it was alone, fled shortly after.

Emberpaw felt more alone than ever. Her father wouldn't be there to see her and her sister catch their first prey, win their first fight, or earn their warrior names. She'd never again see that proud expression he gave them at their apprentice ceremony. All she wants now is to live up to her father's legacy and become the warrior he would've been proud of. Her closest friend is, of course, her sister, but she gets along with practically everyone in the Clan, including the outsiders. While she understands the value her Clanmates put in a traditional warrior name, she thinks the Clan has much bigger problems than what a cat wants to be called, and the name of a cat means far less than the contents of their heart.


Appearance • Emberpaw is a very dark tortoiseshell, with much more black in her coat than ginger. She has a splash of white spanning her neck and chest and a small portion of her muzzle. The toes on all four of her paws and her tail-tip are white. Her eyes are a very pale green. Nose and paw pads are black. Emberpaw has a medium build with soft angles contributed both by well-developed muscles and youth. She's a bit taller than most year-and-a-half old cats, but it's not too noticeable without her sitting straight up.

Kin • Seedwillow (Mother, deceased), Thicketwing (Father, deceased), (x) (Sister)
Mate • None
Crush • None
Best friends • (sister)
Mentor •
Preference • Toms

[pegasusfeathers]

Name • Thornkit Thornpaw Thornshadow
Age • Forty-eight moons
Gender • Male
Rank • Warrior
Desired Rank • Achieved

Personality • Thornshadow is a hard worker and puts duty before anything else. Much like his sister Shatterclaw, he's quite dedicated and goal-oriented. When he sets out to do something, it gets done, and he has earned respect as a reliable warrior. His mother distancing herself for moons before ultimately dying was incredibly hard on Thornshadow. He finds it hard now to rely on any other cat, other than Shatterclaw and himself. He can be a pretty solitary cat and doesn't socialize a whole lot, but he still cares deeply for his Clanmates and their wellbeing. When a battle is called, you can bet Thornshadow will be the first cat to volunteer himself.

In his downtime, he enjoys playing with the kits, a pretty surprising trait for such a burly and muscular tom. While he's built more for fighting, he actually makes a better hunter, aided by his pelt blending advantageously with the golden grasses that span the territory.

History • Born in leaf-bare to Rosepetal and Runningwind, Thornshadow had a very loving upbringing. He and his sister flourished, and soon became promising apprentices. A few moons later, however, Runningwind had brought Shatterpaw and Thornpaw out, only to be viciously attacked by a mountain cat. The kits lost their father, and, upon returning to camp, Shatterpaw went to tell their mother. Thornpaw hung back, but he remembers hearing her anguished shrieks from the other end of the clearing. He slowly watched his mother completely give up and waste away, until the day he returned from battle training to find a heartbroken Shatterpaw next to their mother's body.

Things began to fall almost back to normal after that, albeit very slowly, and soon Thornshadow found himself with his first apprentice. He excelled as a mentor, but not nearly as well as his sister did. She was an exceptional teacher and a natural leader. Thornshadow was so proud of her the day she was named deputy, and he's her biggest supporter. For their tragic story, the pair turned out pretty well and have become wonderful warriors.


Appearance • Thornshadow is a thick-furred, dark ginger tom with faint tabby markings in the face and just a tad of white under his nose and on his chin. He has a large, powerful build and tall triangular ears. His eyes a leafy green and his nose and pawpads are a brownish pink.

Kin • Shatterclaw (Sister)
Mate • None
Crush • Open
Best friends • Open
Preference • She-cats