❦MιƨтƆℓαи❦ {Accepting} ~Semi~Lit~

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{Would you mind if I went ahead and posted my first post? Or, if you'd like, I will wait, and let you post first.

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{Updated. I have to finish my forms though}

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Warriors~

Username : FLiGHT.
Cat's Name : Streamspell.
Rank : Warrior, but aspires to be deputy.
Gender : She-cat.
Age : Twenty five moons.
Kin : None.
Crush : None yet, no tom has caught her gaze.
Mate : She hasn't found the right tom for her, yet...
Kits : Only with a tom she loves.
History : Born and raised out in the wild, she wasn't of kittypet blood, nor of warrior blood. Her parents were two loners by the names of Mielle and Cedar, who loved eachother very much. Mielle gave birth to two relatively healthy kits, who the parents decided to call Stream and Dusk-- for the place and time of day the two kits were born. The brother and sister were inseparable, and just like typical kits, took every chance they could get to explore. At apprentice age, and the time of their first leafbare, the two wandered further than usual on a seemingly clear and snowless day. Their mother and father were off hunting, and they trusted the two kits not to get into too much trouble. But as the hour wore on, a heavy snow started to blanket the forest floor, and quickly grew in abundance. Torrents of snow cascaded from the sky in a blinding white screen, settling over the land as fast as if it had been snowing for hours on end. The blizzard inevitably seperated the two, and while Dusk had managed to find his way back to his mother and father after the snowstorm, Stream had gone in the wrong direction and onto Mistclan territory. Scared, cold, and dreadfully lonely, she perked up as she caught the scent of Mistclan and took no time to hesitate as she traced the scent of other felines to its origin. Sure enough, she stumbled onto a camp spilling over with cats of all kind peering over at her-- many with hostility and suspicion in their sharp, speculating eyes. Stream shivered not from cold, but from pure terror as who she could only assume was the leader sauntered over in an imposing fashion. The small blue-grey she-cat cowered to the ground she stood on, and flinched away from the leader as the cat crouched down before her. After fearfully explaining her situation, Stream was welcomed into the clan with open paws and blazed her way through apprenticeship and into becoming a well-respected warrior. Of course, she misses and thinks about her family from time to time, and still doesn't know where her family is and if Dusk made it back to them.
Personality : Streamspell is an ever eloquent, usually graceful she-cat who’s known for having her head in the clouds. She’s very shy when she first meets someone but will quickly warm up to them, although she doesn't easily put her complete trust in a cat. She is the one to come to if you need to talk— she’s super compassionate and empathetic, and wouldn’t ever tell a soul. She’s fiercely loyal to the ones she holds dear, an unexpectedly fierce fighter and a great cat all around if you get past her timidness. Streamspell is also a "guardian" of sorts; always checking to make sure her loved ones are alright. Not very quick to open up to others, her first priority tends to be her clan and family. She can be rather snappy if she feels threatened, and is also quite adventurous if the opportunity presents itself. With a silver tongue and persuasive eyes, she's known for her ability to charm others into her point of view. Most of the time she has purely good intentions, but other times, you simply don't want to become tangled within her convincing words. She's really rather eloquent in her speak, and can carry a conversation with a fair amount of ease. She can always find something to talk about, and has fire in her witty replies. This she-cat can fire off answers the moment someone speaks, and will do so with a smirk on her face all the while. She's also very playful, and will tease another with light jokes. Yet this she-cat holds the ability within her to say some very cutting words, and she'll come off as if she has no regret in saying such things. However, it will kill her inside later if she says a few cruel words to someone she cares about, and she might even let her pride go and speak an apology. The word charismatic applies to her in the way that she'll speak her mind and not let others push her around-- a feisty sort of charisma. She firmly believes she never runs the risk of being manipulated, for she has a good eye for sincerity.
Description : Streamspell is a deep blue-gray colored she-cat with luxuriously soft, long tresses of fur and a flash of white on the tip of her bushy tail, and a single splotch of white intertwined with her chest fur. Her big, almond eyes are an intense sea blue-green, always shining with her latest emotion. On some days they look more green than blue, and on others more of a blue than green. The slender she-cat has a lithe and agile frame built for quick reflexes, endurance, and high speed. These reflexes bestow skills in both hunting and fighting, but her specialty resides in the field of battling, for what she lacks in brute force she makes up for in sharp, almost aqueous movements and an ability to confuse her enemies with her imposing agility. She was named stream for her color of fur, and her suffix was given to her with the graceful, fluid way in which she moved, truly personifying a stream.
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Apprentices~

Username : FLiGHT.
Cat's Name : Fallenpaw (her warrior name is Fallenrain).
Rank : Apprentice.
Gender : She-cat.
Age : Ten moons.
Kin : Her brother, and partner in crime: Risenpaw.
Crush : No tom has shown they can keep up with her yet!
Mate :
Kits :
History : Fallenpaw and Risenpaw were born as kittypets by the name of Freya and Rory, living on a barn just by the forest's edge. The two had a lovely Bengal mother and a strong Bengal father, giving them their purebred heritage. In fact, their owner was a breeder of bengals, and took great pride in her occupation. The two were prized for their pelts even at the age of kithood, and were two very pampered little kittens. They roamed the barn and attended cat shows, even winning a few prizes. However, they agreed that their lives were starting to get boring just being around the farm. One day they went exploring to the edge of the pasture and all the way over to the fence, the two of them hopping up on the wooden gate. Both of their gazes cast out into the dark, yet oddly comforting forest and widened as they noticed a mouse scurry amidst the undergrowth. The two quickly grew excited and stealthily leapt from the gate and out into the wild, untamed woods in pursuit of the rodent. Of course, at that age and in the life of a kittypet, they had not a clue on how to catch a mouse and had never tasted fresh prey, so they swiftly failed as the mouse dove down a hole. Freya tried to stop short of the hole but got her paw caught in it, twisting it as she struggled to free herself. She sent screeches of terror into the breeze as birds shot out of their cover, with alarm calls flooding the once silent air. Rory tried in vain to free her, and sharply turned around to go get help from their mother-- only to run into a sturdy calico frame. He stared up in terror to see Hollystar, and shrank back in fear. The clan took the two in though, and Freya was treated for her twisted paw, but was made to stay in the clan while it healed. Meanwhile, the two learned the ways of the clan and was asked after Freya was fully healed if they would like to stay. The both agreed without much hesitation, though they would miss their parents, and they were accepted in. Freya's name was changed to Fallenpaw, and Rory's to Risenpaw, and they became two full-fledged mischief-makers apprentices of Mistclan.
Personality : Fallenpaw's just as bubbly as her brother is (possibly even more)! And just as stubborn. She refuses to back down, and once something has caught her eye, she'll pursue it until she has it. The she-cat tends not to take "no" for an answer, and is very set in her ways and beliefs. No one can change her for the worse, for she brushes rude comments off as if the cat had said not a word. Calling her spunky would be putting it lightly, considering she has boundless energy and a sort of effervescence about her that cannot go unnoticed. In fact, she in general can't go unnoticed since she's quite the boisterous she-cat! Highly opinionated by nature, her wit surpasses even Risenpaw's in skill-- and her words rival her teeth and claws in a perfect lethal harmony. What she says can cut deep if she decides to sink to her low, cunning abilities, and Fallenpaw's able to fire off insults and comebacks without so much as a flinch. In fact, many can't keep up with her and are quite annoyed and angered by her excess of sassy and feisty remarks. But then again, if they're angered by her, she'll get angry right back. She has quite the short fuse and temper, and will get into a cat's face in a heartbeat if she feels she or those she cares for are threatened. Moving on from her "angry, impatient, and aggressive side", she's also absolutely devoid of fear in most given situations, and her independent and inquisitive tendencies are her downfall. If something intrigues her, she'll pursue it until she can figure it out-- including other cats. But it seems her cunning and intelligence can get her out of most any situation she gets herself into; a trait that seems to run in the family. Her adventurous side makes her unpredictable and impulsive, but at least she's sweet! Yes, with all of her sarcastic quips and attitude aside, she's highly talkative and outgoing, along with a secret bubbly and playful part of her that she reserves for her friends only. Suprisingly adoring and protective of her friends, love interests, and family, Fallenpaw wouldn't let a feline hurt a hair on their pelts, and would go to the ends of the earth for them. Lastly, she "plays by the beat of her own drum" so to speak, will speak her mind, won't tolerate others telling her what to do unfairly, and is completely free-spirited; which others tend to admire her for.
Description : A snowy, creamy white pelt stands out from many of the darker pelts of the cats of Mistclan, and is a stark contrast from the deep russet, reddish-brown pelage of her brother. Unique beige swirls cast intricate markings on her snowy, light cream fur, in a pattern that is known as "marbled" and common in Bengals. The patterns are complex and stretch from her head, down her legs and sides, all the way to the tip of her tail. Two large swirl patterns scour her sides/flank area, and the patterns on her fur shine a bright golden under the sunlight. Her fur is shorter in length and her petite, yet strong frame is ended with a skinny, fawn striped tail and tipped with a splash of golden. Fallenpaw has a dainty look about her, but it proves true that her elegant, fragile look is ever so deceiving. Lean muscle is evident just under the covering of her pelt, a hushed reminder that she is in fact a force to be reckoned with. An ever straightened neck is rounded off by her narrow, chiseled head, always held skyward just as her tail is-- boasting the confidence she holds within. The tabby markings etch her face as well, mark her tufted ears, and frame her almond-shaped, pure aqua gaze. Around her pupils and the rim of her iris, the aqua darkens to a deep baby blue, and her eyes are known to be piercing and entrancing.
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Username : FLiGHT.
Cat's Name : Risenpaw (his warrior name is Risensun).
Rank : Apprentice.
Gender : Tom.
Age : Ten moons.
Kin : His sister, and partner in crime: Fallenpaw.
Crush : He hasn't gotten to know any she-cats that well, although he has flirtatious tendencies.
Mate :
Kits :
History : See Fallenpaw's.
Personality : He, like many others that inhabit the clan, isn't swift to bestow his trust upon another, and so therefore likes to take his time and get to know someone. With this being said, he tries his best to wait and get to know a cat before he judges them, though he does tend to try and "analyze" a feline when he meets them, to determine whether or not he can put his faith in them. Risenpaw lets on just enough to show he's not extremely guarded, yet not enough to reveal all that he is to a clanmate-- creating a sort of "depth" to him and showing that there is more that lies beneath the surface. He takes great amusement in keeping others guessing and wondering just who he thinks he is. Under his mysterious mask lies an intriguing new twist to this tom's persona; a certain lack of respect for those who don't earn it, and known for his amusing, yet mildly improper and risky behaviors. He's more than slightly immature and has a bit of trouble following through with any sort of orders. Being quite the impulsive one, he's constantly looking for adventure and/or trouble, and tends to fall into the graves that he digs for himself. His witty, smart remarks get him into a lot of trouble many a time, and the thing is, he doesn't learn from the consequences of his words. He's completely fearless and won't hold his tongue for anyone except those he's exceptionally close to, and even then he likes to throw out a few teasing words. To those who happen to gain his respect, his comments will change from cutting to teasing, and he makes sure he watches himself around them. He's not arrogant, but does have a good amount of confidence to him. With all this said, Risenpaw loves doing outrageous things just to shock someone, but often times the odd things he does makes others laugh. He is quite the jokester and though he's a tad brash, the tom is fun to be around and wouldn't hurt a fly unless someone hurts his loved ones. He also loves nothing more than to make everyone's lives a little more exciting with his outgoing attitude. With a razor sharp wit, and a sort of easiness to his speak, Risenpaw just exudes a sort of charisma that may make others love to be around him. He's constantly ready with a sarcastic quip, or a smooth reply, and is noticeable without being overpowering. He's uplifting and energetic, sometimes even too energetic (especially when he's nervous). There's a certain effervescence and fervency about him when he's around cats he likes, and a fluidity in his movements and speak. And, yes. Somewhere deep down, there is a gentleman to be found in him. Of course, this is usually only directed towards the female species. There's a sense of chivalry to him, highly protective in general and especially to those he cares for. If there's one good thing about him, it would be his ability to be trusted. Though his cryptic behavior can come off as deceit, Risenpaw wouldn't ever think of letting someone down if they have faith in him. If he makes a promise, he'll do whatever he can to stick to that promise, and won't say something if he doesn't mean it (not including his joking remarks). If a cat is hurt, he'll be there to help no matter who it is. Under his cheeky and sometimes over-confident nature, lies an all around sweet guy who would try and be there for anyone who needs him. He needs a sense of being cared for and loved, for he's quick to get lonely. Risenpaw is surprisingly very sensitive, but only when those he trusts and loves betray him or insult him in a way that's not joking.
Description : Risenpaw takes pride in being that handsome little devil that he is, and definitely acts fond of his appearance. A large and strong frame is covered in a sleek, shiny pelt that holds just as an intriguing pattern as his sister's does. His marbled coat is in thick bands of earthen tones rather than the swirls that his sister has on her fur. An array of color spans across his physique, in hues as dark as an earthy red-brown to bands of pale cream, deep beige, and alabaster white. Thick black stripes find their way across his frame as well, and accent his broad head and face rather nicely. Risenpaw's tail is thin as well, and tipped by a flash of white that can also be found as a blaze on his chest fur. Risenpaw's attentive ears are tipped with black tufts as well, and stripes lead from the back of his ears all the way down to his cheeks and muzzle. Risenpaw has eyes that are much larger and round than Fallenpaw's, and instead of a bright aqua, his are a startling emerald green. His gaze is just as intense, however, they hold much more of an inquisitive and happy-go-lucky look, unlike his sister's, who seem to have a fire burning in hers. This exemplifies the difference between them-- Risenpaw is slightly more mellow and easygoing in personality than Fallenpaw-- who's known for her spitfire attitude.
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ALL FINISHED!

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{Wow! These are a few of the best forms ever made! And Accepted!}

[tamed.]

((Wha-chaaa~<3 Tamed’s gotten two more forms done. I have too many female cats, but I don’t care. X3 These are my last ones.))

Username : Tamed.
Cat's Name : Brackenfire
Rank : Warrior, wanting to be deputy
Gender : Male
Age : 32 Moons
Kin : “I was an only kit, born with a still-born… but I have Crowpaw, my 'daughter'”
Crush : “I am loyal to my clan, a deputy in waiting, love would get in my way.”
Mate : “I shall never…”
Kits : “With a someone I truly love, but I’m not going to have a mate, am I?”
History : {Optional, but wanted.}... >3<
Personality : Brakenfire resides in himself, easily formatting a leader-like look, his independence is phenomenal, but he would look to someone for help in a break-neck decision. He is bold, but gentle, and would take himself out of the equation if there is something life threatening on hand. He is built for fighting, but would rather not if he could get the chance. His largeness is intimidating, but he is so kind, it’s so simple for anyone who meets him to take that intimidation away.
He is peaceful, but he often gets angered, taking that element away from him.
Description : His muscular body is fit for a role of a warrior, but lean enough to be an apprentice. His is the size of a Maine coon, a fairly large cat, possibly smaller. Even with his well toned body, he is a gentle giant, not posing a threat to any kit. His body is built for stamina, no, he can’t run as fast, but he can run longer. He has an orange tabby pelt, with slightly darker orange stripes that descends down like bracken; that is where he got his prefix. He has a white tail tip that blends into the orange like a blaze, he also has stunning white paws, that sadly get covered in dirt every time he takes a step, giving it a light brown colour with a hint of orange that gets reflected from his body. He has light green eyes.
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Other: Dawn Blue.

Username : Tamed.
Cat's Name : Crowpaw –Heart-
Rank : Apprentice.
Gender : Female.
Age : 9 Moons.
Kin : "Brakenfire, my 'father'"
Crush : “I... I don’t really know anyone..”
Mate : “… I’m an apprentice.”
Kits : “Maybe when I’m older.”
History : When Crowpaw was born, her pelt was a dark black-silver, giving her the name ‘Crowkit’, but when her eyes opened, her black-silver pelt wore away, revealing a silver mystery, only leaving faint black spots. Her mother was a clan cat, same as her father, but her ‘father’ was never really her father; her father was a kittypet that her mother has fallen in love with. Now that she’s an apprentice and can raise herself, her mother ran away to live with him.
Personality : Crowpaw is a kind cat, with a side of devil to her. She can easily fool anyone, but she tends not to. Crowpaw is always the one to get into things, but is honest when she get caught. She is devious, always skimming the clan for something to do, something fun. She is easy to befriend, but harder to gain her trust. She isn’t the one to flirt, but if something or someone catches her eye, she’s the first to catch it. Crowpaw isn’t afraid, and isn’t shy either, easily impressed, she is a one of a kind cat. She is terriblely honest cat, but only to those she can trust.
She will hold onto something for life if she has to, but is easily to forgive; like she says, “I can forgive, but never forget.”
She is hard to anger, giving her a likeableness to her. She also has a tongue graced by a demon, she is a fast talking cat, who can talk her way into thing, and talk her way out again, twisting the truth as far as she needs too.
Description : Crowpaw is a lean Egyptian Mau built for speed, her paws small and graceful. Her fur is a slick silver, splashed with black faded spots that cover most of her body, the colour intensifies as I goes up her back, reaching her spine. The silver coating that covers her fur underneath her spots begins to fade into a cream-white colour as it reaches her chest, but begins to pull out as splashes agenst her shoulder. Closer to her neck, she has a marking that resembles a wide ‘V’, almost as if it was a necklace. Her face is a stunning silver white, like the rays of the moon. The ears on Crowpaw are a lighter pink than on most cats, whispering nicely with her silver pelt. Her eyes are a newleaf green, outlined with a soft yellow around her irises; deeper in her eyes, she still has the enchanting kit-blue that pulls contrast in her eyes, finishing them beautifully.
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Other: I have to many female cats. X3

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{Accepted! We can start!}

{Update: It is Dawn}
.: Hollystar :.
Hollystar lay close to the entrance of her den, gazing out into the rising sun. The orange and pink mixed perfectly in the sky with the sun rising in the centre of the horizon. Quickly, Hollystar picked herself up and leaped on the highrock. "All cats old enough to catch their old prey come here for a clan annoucment!" She yowled with her pale green eyes flickering. She watched as other clan mates gathered below her.

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.: Hollystar :.
A smile escaped out onto her face as she saw the clan gathering below. "I must go to the Mooncave to collect my 9 lives. Jayclaw and Foxpaw will come with me, and that leaves Buzzardflight incharge, for now" Hollystar yowled so all the clan could hear. She flicked her tail for the caln to be dissmissed. She leaped off the Highrock gracefully, and padded across the clearing, for Foxpaw and Jayclaw to follow.

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.: Hollystar :.
Hollystar looked back at the two brothers and just laughed and shook her head. "Come..." She she spoke clearly, then bounded off into the horizon. The fallen leaves of greenleaf made a pathway through the forest. The slow wind crept through her pelt running across the stepping stones. Her pale amber eyes flickered as she ran through the huge forest of Mistclan. "Starclan blessed us. They blessed us with our territory" She spoke

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(Posting! Oh, and thanks HaloDawn!)

Streamspell;Camp/Forest:

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Risenpaw;Camp:

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