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[L.I.N.G.E.R]

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62 Moons
She-cat
Warrior || Ear of Light
Bisexual
Crush Open || PM me
Mate Open
Golden is the name
chosen by her parents
for the color of her pelt.
Pond was given to her
for her calm and gentle
attitude towards others.
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8 Inches Tall
7 lbs
16 Inches Long
Pale Golden Tabby Fur
Dark Amber Eyes
An overall small and lithe cat
with short fur. She has a white
patch on her chest and her
left front paw as well as on the
tip of her tail. The rest of her
body is covered in pale golden
fur. It's easy to lose sight of her.
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➸ Born in one of her parents first litters she got to watch her younger siblings be born and she cherished the births of all of them. Unfortunately she also watched as the mate bond between her parents fell apart and it made her heart hurt when it all happened, but there wasn't anything she could do about it so she was forced to just accept it and move on. She didn't want to stay upset about it forever, besides it wasn't in her nature to hold negative emotions for long.
➸ She was born as the runt of the litter and remained as a small and lithe she-cat as she grew into adulthood. Her voice has always been soft and gentle, she's never raised her voice at anyone nor has she ever really been angry at anybody. She's quite understanding and even when someone makes a snarky or snappy comment towards her she tries to figure out why they might be behaving that way rather than taking offense to what they say.
➸ Patience comes in abundance with her, she believes it is better to stay calm in the face of any situation or obstacle. It is easier to make rational decisions that way. She is often the voice of reason and a peacekeeper when things start to go wrong.
➸ It was when she was a fairly new warrior still that she first discovered her power. She had been dreaming and kept seeing streaks of light cross her vision in an otherwise blank backdrop and when she woke up that night she discovered small orbs of light floating above her head, gently swaying back and forth in the darkness of the den. It was by pure luck that nobody else woke up and noticed. She might have been panicked if she hadn't been so mesmerized by the beauty of the soft yellow orbs. When on of the other warriors stirred she lost her focus and they were gone, leaving her wondering how she had done it.
➸ After that she would wait until the others were asleep in their nests at night and then she would focus just on the area in front of her paws to try and create those orbs again. It took quite a few tries the first night to accomplish forming the orbs, but each night it became easier and easier. The orbs didn't feel hot or cold, but they filled her with a delicate warmth that prickled at her pelt and soothed her into sleep after she was done practicing each night.
➸ The warmth within her fur seemed to increase every passing day, not in a painful way or in a way that others could feel, it just felt like her power was slowly growing. One night she wandered out of camp and started to play with her powers, creating more than just orbs of light. She found that when she used her powers her pelt would start to glow at the tips of her fur, a pale golden color as if she herself had become like the orbs she created. She found that she could extend the light out from her body and experimentally she swiped out a paw and a slash of light extended from her paw, cutting into an invisible enemy.
➸ When she learned that her light was not only hopeful, but could also be deadly she took extra care in learning to control it. It was difficult since she told nobody about it and had to learn all on her own, but she did her best and improved in her control with every practice. She still isn't sure about the exact depth to her power and she's a bit afraid to find out so she keeps everything she does simple and controlled out of fear of accidentally hurting somebody.
➸ Though she isn't sure why she has these powers yet, she knows there must be a reason for her gift. She just hopes that one day she will be able to put it to good use, it pains her to keep secrets from her clan, but for her safety and theirs she knows its for the best that she doesn't tell the whole clan about her power.
➸ Goldenpond is a very loyal cat and would only ever want to use her power to help the clan however she can. She isn't a very violent cat and would prefer to find diplomatic solutions to problems. She walks with a graceful stride and though she is docile in nature there is a powerful gleam in her eyes. Her voice though soft spoken seems to be vast with wisdom in the way that she talks.
➸ Her love is unconditional especially towards her family, and it would be the same if she were to ever get a mate. She does like the idea of love, and she finds herself drawn to both toms and she-cats, though she has a desire for kits someday so she is drawn slightly more towards males. She is hesitant with giving her heart away after watching what happened with her parents, but if she met the right cat then she wouldn't be able to hold back forever. She's very affectionate and accepting and just wants someone who would make her happy.
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7 Moons
Tom
Apprentice
Biromantic || Demisexual
Crush Closed
Too Young For A Mate
Dew was chosen for him
because of his fur color.
Paw for being an apprentice.
Path for his skill at quickly
being able to pick up a scent
trail and track it to the source.
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8 Inches Tall
6 lbs
13.5 Inches Long
Blue Fur
Green Eyes
He is of average size for his
age, a lean cat with long legs
that is still growing. His eyes
and ears appear to be quite
large, they make him look
innocent. He is adorned with
short and simple blue fur.
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➸ This little guy is a bright and inquisitive cat, though he is a bit of a wallflower unless he is close to whoever he is around. He does like to learn new things, usually if he is curious about something he tries to find his own answer rather than asking about it as he isn't very good with words, he tends to stumble over himself when he talks and doesn't always make sense. Sometimes he actively has to stop talking and take a deep breath before continuing so he can recollect his thoughts and try to put them into words better.
➸ Growing up with his sister Magpiepaw was a happy time for him. When their father, Rowanstripe passed it was a tough time for Dewkit, but his sister was there for him and seemed to always know how to help him. He is very grateful to have her around and wouldn't trade her for the wrold. She was really the only other kit he was close to as he was too shy and quiet to interact with the other kits that were around. If they would approach him he tended to stutter a lot in conversation, but he enjoyed play fighting when they engaged with him, he didn't need to speak for that. It wasn't often that happened though, most of his playing was done with his sister.
➸ He was quite close with Wispsong, he truly was a mother's boy. He noticed how off she was when Rowanstripe passed and he tried to do what he could to cheer her up, but the happiness in her smiles never quite reached her eyes. Still it came as a shock and heartbreak for him when she left. How could she do that? She just abandoned him? He took it hard and became further closed off from the clan, only interacting when truly forced to for awhile.
➸ Once his mentor was able to get him to go out of camp and start learning new things he started to get better. He would never forget what happened and the empty feeling he felt, but with the help of his sister, training, and clan he knows he can make a full recovery.
➸ As he is growing his nervous stutter is slowly starting to be replaced with a hesitant confidence. If he is feeling overwhelmed or attacked he still gets nervous enough for it to act up, but in a normal conversation it's hardly noticeable, he only stumbles every once in awhile. He still doesn't actively seek out conversation and companionship, though he longs to have the ability to do that someday, he just lacks the early practice of such things since he never did it as a kit, but he's trying to get better.
➸ There are many times when he apologizes for things that aren't his fault, or he will even say sorry for things that don't require an apology. He doesn't really know why, probably because he just doesn't want others to be mad at him, he hates being scolded. It makes him sulk.
➸ When Dewpaw starts to laugh his laughter is bubbly and contagious, like music in the air. He doesn't laugh all that often, but he does love to laugh he just needs a reason to. He enjoys humorous stories or when another cat is doing something silly he'll find himself laughing. He often times tries to remain focused during his training, but if he makes a really ridiculous mistake he might even laugh at himself.
➸ Still being young there is a lot he has yet to learn about being a warrior, and also just about being himself. It is clear, however, that he has a big heart filled with lots of love and loyalty. His feelings are easily hurt so he is guarded, but once he really trusts someone they'll know.
➸ As for his early skills as an apprentice it isn't clear how much of a talented fighter he will be. He's quick and light on his feet, it could make him hard to catch in a fight, but as far as brute strength goes he is lacking so he'll have to learn to use his speed. It is abundantly clear that he is a ferocious hunter however. He's quickly learning the different scents of prey and he's able to track their scents and hunt them down. He finds that he really enjoys hunting and wants to further explore his abilities.
➸ Love. Love is an interesting subject when it comes to Dewpaw. He fears abandonment because of his mother, so he will need someone who is patient and willing to get him to open his heart up like that. He really likes cats who have soft and warm eyes, if their darkly colored it's a bonus. He doesn't really mind what their pelt color is or anything else as far as appearance goes. He's mostly interested in someone he can have meaningful conversations with and someone he can tell his feelings to without fear of them judging him. He's not very affectionate unless he's alone with the cat he likes, but he'll always look at them with love and adoration to let them know what they mean to him. He has no gender preference, he just wants to be able to connect with them on an emotional level. When he finds someone to love he will cherish them forever.
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[deftonesly]

yay!!! i'm so happy to see so many familiar faces popping up. i can't wait to begin. <3

amphis, blank,
dovefrost and beepaw look amazing!! i think they will pair well with my medicine cat, thicketwind. dovefrost's fiery and assertive personality will make things in the medicine den interesting. and beepaw looks like a total sweetheart. i can tell he and thicketwind will get along! (blank, in fact, i was wondering if they could interact? i can make the first post. thicketwind is going to go looking for herbs!)

all,
if anyone would like any relationships with my cats, read below!
indent- magpiepaw : female, 7 moons old, apprentice (to lightdream), heterosexual.
indent- galehowl : male, 38 moons old, one of the deputies, bisexual (male leaning).
indent- thicketwind : male, 46 moons old, one of the medicine cats, homosexual.

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@ amphis, blank, love my way
i’d like for loonstar to be talking to one medicine cat about the prophecy where witherthorn or one of his siblings will overhear. so if thicketwind and beepaw search for herbs, loonstar might could be talking to dovefrost about it or something.

@ all
my babes frecklefrost and rookpaw are going to be open for interactions when it starts!

[friskie]

- sharpiesandhamilton, blank, love my way
that's a good idea! if . blank & love my way are fine with it as well, it could work well. ^.^

[deftonesly]

amphis, hamilton,
that works for me!

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hamilton, love, amphis
i think that’s a great idea! I’m excited to start!

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If anyone has anyone in mind for the tail of wind, tell them and have them join. blackpantherr no longer holds the reservation. I’ll try with some in another roleplay

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⇀ name : ashenbreeze
⇀ alias : ash
⇀ gender : masc., tom
⇀ age : 35 moons
⇀ preference : bisexual
⇀ rank : warrior
⇀ scent : early morning dew
⇀ appearance : ashenbreeze is a thin built tom with thick, gossamer fur, a storm-grey in color. his ears are small and round, though that's the only small thing about his physique. with large paws and long legs, he's quite easily among the tallest of his clan. like his ears, his eyes are small and oval-shaped, round with yellow.

⇀ personality : ashenbreeze is a reticent tom, and quite soft spoken when he does speak up for himself. this attitude comes from a certain fear that he might not stop talking, as he was quite talkative when he was a kit. cats often think this "fear" of speaking stems from his mother's harsh nature to her litter, and that's only half-true, but he doesn't indulge himself in his own past. otherwise, he's an analytical feline, and never steps down from a challenge about his own wits. when heated, he becomes abrasive and falls apart, not that its often he becomes enraged by an argument.
most often he's genuinely afraid of his power to control the wind, even harboring a sort of abhorrence to the ability; he truly did want to be born a normal warrior to serve his clan and, maybe, lead it. with this power, he has a certain anxiety he might hurt someone he cares about, like his relatives or starclan forbid someone he might have feelings for. generally he tends not to involve other cats in his worries and anxieties, hence why he doesn't speak often, unless prompted to, and is absolutely horrid at small talk and maintaining eye contact. ashenbreeze doesn't want to be any more stronger than some normal cat in his clan, his paws itch for a normal life without this sort of secrecy to weigh on him, as if the entirety of starclan resided on his shoulders.
⇀ likes : solace, his own equanimity, early morning patrol, newleaf
⇀ dislikes : harsh sunlight, arguing, his own power
⇀ fears : claustrophobia
⇀ power : "tail of wind," as it is named by the prophecy. his power resides over the element of wind, a calm but also chaotic force at his own will. if he controls his own breathing to focus on the wind - if any - around him, he can adjust the direction and the force of the wind, from a small breeze to a full torrent of power. when the wind is strong, he is not particularly affected as long as he has control over gust, but once concentration is broken, the wind breaks up and he is affected by a loss of breath. with this ability, he can also affect his own speed, faster than that of a normal cat, to appear to be shifting in and out of existence, but is merely the wind cloaking his presence and acting as a guard to protect him.

⇀ crush : n/a
⇀ mate : n/a
⇀ kits : n/a
⇀ mentor : ryepool
⇀ familial relations

⇀ father addereye
⇀ mother birdfeather
⇀ brother(s) witherthorn, hailwhisper
⇀ sister(s) pebblefoot


⇀ history : (kithood) a good majority of his kithood was spent as playful and free of guilt as possible, quite enjoying his time with his mother and siblings and all the while oblivious to the quarrel between his mother and father. he never quite understood his mother's harsh nature or aloofness towards even her own kits, but disregarded it as a hard motherhood for her. (apprenticeship) once he was assigned to ryepool at the age of six moons, he was ecstatic, but his exhilaration soon degraded him into a quiet and more solaceful character. ryepool was more a mother than birdfeather ever proved to be, which unknowingly lead ashenpaw to realize that his own mother was simply angry with their birth, all because of their father. he too became too detached to enjoy his father's presence, inwardly hurt. the gentle she' noticed this change in the young tom and tried to provide some assistance for him, and often times sharing her nest in the warriors den with him to give him some peace. he quite enjoyed his mentor's mother-like tendencies, and after she revealed to him that she could not have kittens of her own for some reason, he only grew more attached to her, and even took on the endearing title of "son" that she often gave him during their lessons. (warriorhood) after becoming a warrior and serving his night of silence, he joined his siblings and mentor in the warriors den, where he lives his days now. though, only a moon after settling into his new role in the clan, he noticed these strange dreams of his, always with him floating, but not falling, as if he were a starclan cat. he was afraid, but noticed the soft shift in the breeze, the calling from a distance to him. he thought it was silly, and disregarded it for awhile, but with time found himself able to shift the wind to find prey, with the simple flick of his tail and the focus that he soon came to find out was oh so important, he managed to find his ability to harness the breeze around him to his own desire.

[chaotic creativity]

Sure. Please get a form up ASAP. Several posts regarding those cats are sprinkled throughout this thread.