Lightclan discussion and forms

[Spiritstar3]

Post forms and OOC here.

form if people need it:
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Mate:
Kits:
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RP:
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Rules

-all cs rules apply
-no god modding or perfect characters
-you can have as many characters as you can a handle
-You may have two high ranks
-realistic appearances please
-if you’re cat is under 3, they can’t take a mate until 3.
-be kind
-LGBTQ + friendly
-2 + sentences please
-any problems please message me

[Spiritstar3]

Name:
Salem
Gender and pronouns:
Genderfluid
Any
Age:
6 years (I hate doing math)
Sexuality:
Pan
Rank:
Leader’s mate/second leader
Personality:
Salem is soft and sweet but stubborn and shy. They are kind and caring, but nervous and cold seeming if angered. They are loving and loyal, but like a bit of mischief and are loud at times. They are honorable and cuddly, but headshy and can get worrisome.
Appearance:
Pretty and cute Mediumhair black cat. Has a white jaw, chest streak, toes, tail tip, forehead streak, and blue-gray eyes.
Crush:
Nope
Mate:
Lightstar
Kits:
Adopted Jackalpaw
Scars or interesting marks:
Nope
Other:
Soryn is their relative

Name:
Brightpelt
Gender and pronouns:
Female
She/her
Age:
4 years (48 moons?)
Sexuality:
Bi
Rank:
Medicine cat
Personality:
Bright is a bright girl (intelligent) and caring, but can seem icy and cold. She’s playful and cares for others. However, she’s pretty quiet (this can be seen as good or bad) and can get nervous. She’s trusting and honest, but tends to act first and has a hard time making friends.
Appearance:
Pretty white longhair she cat. Golden and blue eyes so probably Angora.
Crush:
Nope
Mate:
Morningmeadow
Kits:
Silkpaw, Lavenderpaw
Scars or interesting marks:
Nope
Other:
Lightstar’s sister

Name:
Darkheart
Gender and pronouns:
Male
He/him
Age:
48 moons (4 years)
Sexuality:
Bi
Rank:
Warrior
Personality:
Daring, caring, cuddly at times, reliable, just (sense of justice), loyal, witty, friendly, adventurous, a storyteller.
Dark, cold, cruel seeming at times, rash, judgemental, loud, wild, fierce, aggressive if angered, aloof if irritated.
Appearance:
Dark brown cat with short hair. He also has dark amber eyes.
Crush:
Eaglefall
Mate:
Open
Kits:
Open
Scars or interesting marks:
A scar on his left cheek.
Other:


Name:
Jackalpaw (Jackalcry)
Gender and pronouns:
Nonbinary
Any
Age:
8 moons
Sexuality:
Pan or Demi but boys only (or masculine presenting agender)
Rank:
Apprentice
Personality:
Sweet, soft, sensible, studious, playful, adventurous, kind, caring, intelligent, loyal.
Stubborn, strong willed, sensitive, shy, pretty quiet, antsy, nervous, cold if angered, icy as well, loud sometimes.
Appearance:
Golden colored kitty with medium length fur. He also has light brownish eyes.
Crush:
Chambersnake a bit
Mate:
Too young
Kits:
Too young
Scars or interesting marks:
Nope
Other:
Adopted by Lightstar & Salem

Name:
Patchpelt
Gender and pronouns:
Female
She/her
Age:
38 moons
Sexuality:
Pan
Rank:
Queen
Personality:
Happy, lucky seeming, kind, caring, loyal, loving, maternal, playful, honest, cuddly. Hangry, loud, nervous, cold if angered, likes mischief, likes wandering, mean if angered, pretty quiet, headshy, can become worried over some things.
Appearance:
Pretty longhair chocolate tortie she cat with ambery eyes. Aka she has chocolate instead of black tortie.
Crush:
Fairborn a bit, Flowerpuddle
Mate:
Open again
Kits:
Sagekit, Sedgekit
Scars or interesting marks:
Nope
Other:
Darkheart is her brother

Name:
Sagekit
Gender and pronouns:
Female
She/her
Age:
2 moons
Sexuality:
Will be Demi
Rank:
Kit
Personality:
Silly, playful, fun loving, generous, caring, kind
Stubborn, peevable, fiery, gets nervous, cold if angered, kind of icy
Appearance:
Mediumhair chocolate kitten with light brown eyes.
Crush:
Mallowkit
Mate:
Too young
Kits:
Too young
Scars or interesting marks:
Nope
Other:
Patchpelt is her mom

Name:
Sedgekit
Gender and pronouns:
Male
He/him
Age:
2 moons
Sexuality:
Will be homosexual
Rank:
Kit
Personality:
Sweet, soft, playful, cuddly, loving, gentle
Shy, stubborn, peevable, cold if angered, loud at times, gets nervous
Appearance:
Mediumhair chocolate kit with light brown eyes. (dad had dark brown eyes)
Crush:
Mothkit, Promisekit
Mate:
Too young
Kits:
Too young
Scars or interesting marks:
Nope
Other:
Patchpelt is his mother

Name:
Soryn
Gender and pronouns:
Male
He/him
Age:
12 years
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Rank:
Elder
Personality:
Sensible, soft, gentle, kind, caring, intelligent, was studious, playful, honest, loyal.
Stubborn, shy, gets nervous, cold at times, quiet, icy at times, strong willed, peevable, headshy, loud.
Appearance:
Handsome but pretty, longhair black kitty. They have some beautiful blue-gray eyes.
Crush:
RavenMask
Mate:
Open
Kits:
Nope
Scars or interesting marks:
One on right forepaw
Other:
Salem’s relative

[Maniacal_Ferret]

These are the characters I'm using

Lynxjump - m - deputy
Wildblaze - f - warrior
Pantherpaw(stride) - m - apprentice

Azlan - m - warrior
Copper - f - warrior

[Spiritstar3]

I'll take the deputy spot if it's open?

That’s open. The main thread tells you all this.
That’s my med cat’s mate, though. Just to let you know.

[Furrydogs12]

Name: Chambersnake
Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him
Age: 12 moons
Sexuality: Demisexual, Demiromantic
Rank: Warrior
Personality: 𝐀 bludgeon of anger, Chambersnake is utilized in a way that serves mainly off of brash emotion. It has become a tether, in the warrior's short life, that is the one thing that Chambersnake finds the most comfort in- to enact violence upon those he believes due for it. His creed justifies it, for however loyal the young tom is to his home, he would defend those he loves tooth and nail, to flesh and bone, Chambersnake's resolve never wavers when it is in regards to his family. The faith of the young tom, though rebellion is a behavior unchecked, is largely based on his perception of bloodthirst, morals are granted to those who are innocent, and for those who have tarnished themselves from purity, Chambersnake sees no issue in wiping them off of the face of the earth. It calls to his own being, for the hypocritical view of a youngster so violent is believed to be good judgement- an eye for an eye is an expression that the warrior stands solidly by, revenge could not be any sweeter than when enacted upon an individual who deserves it.

For Chambersnake, it is easy to demonize. A mind so young could not be expected to hold such experience, and as such, his reasons clash, ideas shift, the mindscape of the young warrior is a tumultuous sea of unchecked emotion. Perhaps in time, such a temper will be cooled under the correct hand, but it would be no easy feat- Chambersnake will either be subjected to his own lethality, or he will grow from his mistakes.

That is not to say there isn't some morality within Chambersnake. He tries to do well by the figures he admires, and the convictions of which he lives by are good-natured in principle. Rather emotionally intelligent, there is a keenness that harbors itself within Chambersnake, a mind that wishes to be enriched with challenges.
Appearance: As black, black as the starless sky haunting the reach, there only remains a void, as reflective as a polished gem of obsidian to wink within the rough. Chambersnake is a figure of vacant space, a silhouette to gleam and reap from the edges, the only ripple of form hailing from his short coat being that of muscle reflecting from the light. Though the warrior crafts a broad-shouldered, robust frame, in his youth, Chambersnake remains a lean thing, skin is pulled taut over each point of bone, a sleek shade of willowy black fur doing little to hide such jagged features; at certain points, the warrior's ribs can be seen in a shadow across his flank, but the tom retains a healthy complexion, if it weren't already clear by the way his hide shimmers.

Like plumes of smoke from a snubbed fire, ashy pigment dissipates along Chambersnake's underside, the only color that oscillates across his torso. With the dark cascade of the moon drowning the desert, the greys and monotone coloration that fluctuate within Chambersnake's pelt are hidden- even he has barely seen the lighter hues that kiss his paws, or the reddish stain of hairs along his back, the warrior simply remains a shadow, staring with vigorous, mesmeric yellow eyes. As bright as sunglow, flaxen pools are stark in their wake, the only clue to Chambersnake's presence being those twin flares burning with indescribable emotion. He blends in mercilessly with the night, and as such, Chambersnake's eyes have become the sole signal of his language, whatever he wants one to see, it will harbor itself within his gaze.

The only notable adornment the warrior wears comes in the form of rusted coins. Symbols that had long lost their meaning are etched into the beaten surface, and holes forged by Builders within the currency's circle has been stitched through to secure to Chambersnake's pinna. Though the golden brown hue has dulled since its time in the desert, it provides a weak shimmer, a relic that the warrior holds dear, for there is sentiment within its value.
Crush: n/a, open
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
Scars or interesting marks: n/a
Other: n/a

Name: Rosewilt
Gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her
Age: 20 moons
Sexuality: Bisxeual, Biromantic
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Rosewilt is a character of remarkable depth and intricacy, characterized by her precision, selflessness, and unwavering ethical principles. She is propelled by an intense fear of failure and the prospect of disappointing those who depend on her. This apprehension stems from her lofty personal standards and the demanding expectations she sets for herself, which frequently cause her to shun risks and cling to the security of the familiar. Nonetheless, Rosewilt's commitment to safeguarding and serving her community remains steadfast. Her approach may deviate from the norm, and she is prepared to flout the rules if it serves her objectives. Rosewilt revels in serene moments of reflection, often finding peace in the quietude of locales beyond the camp. Her passion for learning is insatiable, as she continually seeks to broaden her comprehension of the world. She finds immense satisfaction in acts of kindness, both in giving and receiving, and cherishes authentic connections with others. Her benevolent disposition compels her to assist those in distress, yet she is not averse to resorting to guile or subterfuge when she deems it necessary for the greater good.

Rosewilt harbors a profound distaste for overt injustice and malice, recognizing, however, that severe measures may be essential for just ends. Superficiality and deceit are anathema to her; she prizes sincerity and genuineness above all. Yet, she is willing to practice deception when circumstances warrant it. Disorder and unpredictability disturb her, as she has a predilection for orderliness and structure. This inclination manifests in her scrupulous routines; she dedicates time to tidying her environment, adjusting elements in both thought and reality until they align perfectly. Her meticulous nature also permeates her dealings with others, as she endeavors to remain courteous, patient, and forbearing, though she is capable of being unsparing and aggressive when the situation calls for it.

Rosewilt's endearing quirks contribute to her distinctive allure. When immersed in thought, she often hums a gentle tune, a harmonious sound that aids her concentration and thought process. Despite her solemn exterior, she delights in the fanciful tales spun by The Bonded's elders, finding solace in their enchanting narratives that whisk her away from her duties and reconnect her with her youthful spirit. Fiendpaw stands as a paragon of silent fortitude and steadfast commitment, navigating her realm with a blend of compassion and practicality, ever eager to leave a benevolent mark on her peers. Her ethical compass compels her to defend her convictions, even against formidable challenges.

Unintimidated by convention, she's prepared to safeguard the defenseless and uphold fairness, even when her approaches may tread in ethically grey areas. Rosewilt's introverted demeanor might project an aura of aloofness, yet those who invest time in understanding her uncover a soul of profound empathy and unwavering loyalty. She cherishes profound connections and is perpetually ready to offer support or an attentive ear. Given her scholarly disposition, many seek her wisdom and counsel, a duty she regards with gravity, consistently aiming to offer judicious and considered advice.

Rosewilt is renowned for her intense passion and steadfast commitment to justice. Her loyalty to her colleagues and family is fierce, as she often prioritizes their needs over her own. Her sense of duty is her driving force, compelling her to relentlessly seek justice, regardless of the personal sacrifices involved. Rosewilt's dedication to her mission and community reflects this unwavering resolve. Her personality combines empathy with aggression in a volatile mix. She possesses deep empathy for the vulnerable, forming personal connections that motivate her to protect and serve. Yet, her anger and impulsiveness can lead to confrontational behavior, which may complicate her relationships and professional responsibilities. Rosewilt's actions are a fusion of compassion and assertiveness, with her empathy directing her, but not deterring her from employing force when deemed necessary.

Rosewilt is driven by motivations that stem from her past experiences and the traumas she has endured. The nurturing environment of her early years, juxtaposed with the adversities she encountered, has forged her into a champion of justice with a zero-tolerance policy for corruption and wrongdoing. Her actions are guided by the principle of moral relativism, acknowledging the complexity of ethics and the necessity of taking drastic measures at times to ensure fairness. Rosewilt's commitment to her principles is steadfast; she is compelled by an inner imperative to defend those who cannot defend themselves and to hold wrongdoers accountable, often sacrificing her own welfare in the process. This shared sense of responsibility propels her to safeguard and elevate the downtrodden, even if it necessitates navigating the murky waters of morality. Her attention to detail, practical mindset, and sophisticated ethical framework renders her an emblem of hope and resilience to her community.

Rosewilt is characterized by her quiet, practical, and nurturing disposition. As a deep introvert, she finds comfort in solitude or the presence of close friends and family. Her attention to detail and practical knowledge renders her observant and thorough, often noticing subtleties that others may miss. Guided by her personal values and empathy, she is compassionate and genuinely concerned for others' welfare. Rosewilt has a preference for structure and order, excelling in settings where she can organize and execute plans. Her loyalty and reliability are exceptional, as she often goes the extra mile to assist others and foster harmony. While Rosewilt's sensitivity and empathetic nature make her adept at recognizing and addressing others' emotional needs, she tends to keep her own emotions under wraps to prevent imposing on anyone.

Rosewilt possesses a range of unique quirks and nervous habits that contribute to the depth of her character. She habitually organizes her environment, often adjusting items in her den until they meet her exacting standards, deriving comfort from the resulting order and structure. When lost in thought or beset by anxiety, Rosewilt hums a gentle melody to herself, which calms her and helps her concentrate. During moments of nervousness or stress, she fiddles with small stones or twigs, allowing her to physically manifest her inner tension. Rosewilt is meticulous in her tasks, frequently verifying that each detail is flawless and in its rightful place. She is prone to overthinking and fretting about what lies ahead, occasionally becoming engrossed in her worries. Despite her generally solemn nature, Rosewilt has an affinity for fanciful narratives, often losing herself in stories filled with adventure and valor, which offer her respite from her duties. These distinctive traits and behaviors endow Rosewilt with a richly nuanced and empathetic persona, enhancing the complexity of her character.

Rosewilt's unwavering moral compass stands out as a cornerstone of her character. She possesses an unambiguous understanding of right and wrong, often adhering steadfastly to her quest for justice. This resolute stance can bring her into conflict with peers, family, and those above her, as she boldly challenges authority when it aligns with her ethical beliefs. Her profound belief in StarClan significantly influences her principles and steers her decisions. However, Rosewilt occasionally grapples with the dichotomy between StarClan's perceived morality and her own, which garners both agreement and dissent among her fellow cats. A prominent trait of Rosewilt is her emotional intensity, particularly her fierce anger, which can erupt into violent displays. This wrath is typically aimed at malevolent felines who have inflicted emotional or physical harm, especially on the young. Her passionate emotions serve as a double-edged sword; they ignite her drive to become a warrior but can also obscure her judgment, prompting rash decisions.

Rosewilt exhibits a fierce protectiveness towards her kin and companions alike. She readily forms enduring bonds with those she meets, especially children, and harbors a profound sense of duty towards their safety. Rosewilt is a character of great complexity and moral ambiguity. In her journey as an apprentice and into warriorhood, she is recognized for her relentless efficiency and her readiness to transgress moral boundaries to uphold her ethical principles. Her approach often entails the use of force and intimidation. Nonetheless, she rationalizes her actions as essential for preserving harmony and defending her community.
Appearance: Rosekit is well built with angular features. Black, ginger, and white rest a top her skin like velvet, all set in wavy fur. The skin beneath being patchy as well. The markings spread onto her nose and inner ears giving it a mottled look. Her eyes are a mix of deep greens and bold copper.

Her ears are quite peculiar in the fact that they fold forwards. It is a trait that isn’t inherited from either parent. The cartilage developed in an abnormal manner, giving it that appearance. This very condition won’t just affect her ears however. As she grows her joints will become stiffer and she will, in time, walk with lameness in her gait.
Crush: n/a, open
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
Scars or interesting marks:n/a
Other: n/a

Name: Promisekit
Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him
Age: 4 moons
Sexuality: unknown, undecided
Rank: Kit
Personality: Unlike what would be expected of a kit who has yet to explore the world, Promisekit isn’t very excitable or interested in playing. He enjoys playing just like any other kit, of course, but if his options were chasing his brother around camp or listening to stories from other cats, he’d choose the latter. It’s clear he prefers to keep his fur clean of dirt and debris, priding himself in his appearance. Though Promisekit doesn’t hold much regard for rules or authority, he’s respectful to everyone he meets, and tends to be quite honest about what he’s been up to. Living up to his name, he values the truth and any promises made to him. It’s rare to see him being rude or aggressive, unless he’s been lied to or deceived.

Promisekit doesn’t tend to think things through very often, especially when it comes to breaking the rules. The young tom happens to be a bit of a hopeless romantic, hoping to have a mate and raise kits of his own someday. He’s a fan of tales of romance and love, often pestering older cats about stories that will fit his interests.
Appearance: Promisekit was born with a beautiful bi-metallic coat, appearing as a swirling mixture of silver and gold. He has long, thick fur. Even as the second-born of his litter, he will grow to surpass his older brother in height and strength, with broad shoulders and muscular hind legs. Another testament to his future height, his paws are much larger than what would seem fitting for his current size. His eyes are a bright, yellowish green, which fits quite well with his pelt.
Crush: n/a, open
Mate: n/a, too young
Kits: n/a, too young
Scars or interesting marks: n/a
Other: n/a

Name: Fairborn
Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him
Age: 40 moons
Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Fairborn is a master of manipulating others to see the kind of cat he wants them to see. His intelligent nature makes it so he is always seeking opportunities to present himself the way he wishes, and always for his own gain. A conceited part of his nature believes that what he desires is right and true. Because of this, he has no qualms with using others to get what he wants. He does so by presenting himself as a charming friend who is genuine in his care for others. Very rarely does he ever actually call other cats his true ‘friends’. Fairborn is also especially prone to charming individuals for the time being before moving on to his next fling. Many call him a romantic. He is certainly a non-committal type of cat, but one who still knows how to make his current interest feel great while the two have their brief time together.

While Fairborn may be deceitful and secretive, he is not always a cruel cat. He would not go out of his way to hurt anyone innocent. In truth, his inner self is a quiet and inquisitive cat. His heart yearns to learn more of the world’s secrets. If he felt no obligation to prove something to the Clan, he would travel the spans and explore every territory. Part of him dreams about having his own land fertile enough to grow wildflowers in and toil away at tending to them. Those are just silly dreams. Fairborn knows better than to ever let anyone know what his heart truly longs for.
Appearance:
Standing at an impressive height, Fairborn can be intimidating upon first impressions. His eyes are a pale, icy blue with hints of red bleeding around the edges. In certain light some could even mistake them as the color purple. As an albino cat he lacks any pigmentation in his coat. His silky fur is a brilliant white while his skin is a bright, contrasting pink. However, his pelt is usually littered with small bits of color that come from the petals of flowers he adorns on his pelt. Whenever he catches sight of a flower, he can’t resist rubbing his body to retain some of the floral scent. And flower petals that remain, he adorns and keeps on his pelt until they fall off naturally.

Due to his lackluster drive to fight, Fairborn has been able to keep his pelt free of any scars. Having no scars leaves him looking remarkably handsome and almost soft to the touch. His face adds to that image with its defined cheekbones and sharp, angular features. His longer fur is also of interest to behold as it grows longer around his chest and tail, while the rest of the fur on his body is short and thin.

What adds to his beauty the most, though, is the confidence with which Fairborn carries himself. He may be slimmer and weaker than other warriors but he still walks with a purpose that others fail to present. Fairborn knows his place in the world, and any other cat would be bold to try and prove he is wrong.
Crush: n/a, open
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
Scars or interesting marks: n/a
Other: n/a

Name: Valiantvow
Gender and pronouns: Non-Binary, Any
Age: 20 moons
Sexuality: Demisexual, Demiromantic
Rank: Warrior
Personality: While strict in their alignment and order, Valiantvow follows these precepts to improve the common weal. Certain freedoms must, of course, be sacrificed to bring order; but truth is of the highest value, and life and beauty are of great importance. The benefits of this society are to be brought to all. Valiantvow views the cosmos with varying degrees of lawfulness or desire for good. They are convinced that order and law are necessary to assure good, and that good is best defined as whatever brings the most benefit to the greater number of decent, thinking creatures and the least woe to the rest. Valiantvow has a strong moral character. Truth, honor, and the welfare of others is all-important. They are convinced that order and laws are necessary to ensure that goodness prevails. Lawful good beings will not want to lie or cheat anyone, good or evil. Valiantvow will not stand for treachery and will not let dishonorable people use their honor against them if they can help it. They will obey the laws and customs of the area that they are in but will attempt to find legal loopholes to disobey a law that is evil or unjust.

Constantly giving, never expecting anything in return. Kindness in its purest form is a gentle thing. A fragile thing. Something easily spoiled into something rotten. Something easily breakable—shattered into pieces with just one wrong move. Valiant never thinks of the consequences of giving himself away so freely. He does so happily, always raring to help someone out. Unfortunately, the world is not so kind as to always return his kindness in kind. It’s something that has come back to bite him again and again. He is not a stranger to being used, But he has not quite become desensitized to it. Each time it shatters the tiniest bit of his glass heart, chipping away at it, and, eventually, there may not be anything left. Valiant is not completely unaware of the effects, he can’t be when the pain is almost physical each and every time it happens—as if he’d been struck—but he can never truly bring himself to hold back from bearing his heart and soul to others. He refuses to deny someone help on the basis that he has been hurt in the past. He’d never forgive himself if something happened and he didn’t do anything about it if something awful came of it when he had the ability to do something. So he strides on with a wide smile and a fragile heart, placing it in the paws before his each and every time, hoping that whoever holds his heart won’t be the last to ever do so.
Appearance: Blue is the first thing that usually comes to mind when one looks at the feline that is Valiantvow. A shocking, electrifying, vibrant lapis blue colors most of his irises, interspersed with ripples of shades both darker and lighter, giving his eyes the effect of a crashing wave. But there is none of the anger associated with the fall of the tides beholden in this feline’s eyes. Instead, there is something deep in his eyes that draws others in. Something endless. Not quite unlike an abyssal descent into an unfathomable chasm. Like wandering into the unknown with a fearlessness that stems from the inexplicable knowing that something good is waiting on the only side. Warmth and comfort, passion and excitement dance in the feline’s eyes like an underwater theatrical play, and characters dance to the melodies of the sea. Something innocently hopeful lies beneath the surface, breaking the water just past the exterior. Something raw so easily reachable should one just take a moment to 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤. The eyes of someone who has been hurt, get put their heart out yet again with the trust that they will not be hurt again. A tragedy in the making.

Large, is most likely the following thought that comes to mind when one takes in the giant that is Valiantvow. Standing at a staggering height, Valiant towers over many. Causing alarm in some, that the feline quickly tries to dissuade–if he notices it at all, since he can’t fathom why anyone would be wary of him upon meeting him–usually his personality is enough to offset his sheer size. A goofy, wide-toothed grin immediately clocks the feline for the excitable, good-natured being that they are. His grin is another defining feature. A constant in his expressions, ridiculous in its own right, but something usually looked upon fondly. Lopsided with his pearly white teeth bared upwards, it has the telltale crinkles of earnestness marring his face. One of those grins where one cannot help but feel like dumbly grinning back for unexplainable reasons. His laugh is the same, loud, bright, and infectious. Annoying to some, and endearing to others. Accompanying his considerable height, are four very large, thick-furred paws that he never quite grew into, leaving him occasionally stumbling over them with a comical air, mostly on accident, though sometimes it is purposeful as to intentionally disarm or put someone else at ease, or at least try to. The results vary, but he doesn’t mind being laughed at as long as he can make someone else laugh.

As for the colors that make up the rest of their physical appearance, the base of their thick coat is a soft white with an ombré of grey-blues spiraling inward creating a mask upon their face–from light to dark–the faintest of darkest ripples spiraling outwards, leading right to their nose, which is a deep black over-toned with hues of blue. The monotony of the greyscale of their fur, and the lighter grey that encircles the outside of their eyes creates a startling contrast with the intense blue of their irises. The bleeding colors trail down their neck, along their back, and wind along their tail, where the darkest points pool at the tip of their tail, the same color as the fur on their ears. The insides of which are a pale pink with darker shades of brown seeping from the outside in. There’s something all-consuming about his whole being. In the rare moments of stillness, his beauty could be compared to that of a statue. Sculpted to capture every little curve, every wave of color in his eyes, the strong, muscular build that ripples beneath his skin as he strides in long, steady steps—every little personalized detail captured in his image adds only more to the open knowledge of who Valiant is. All of the colors that bring him to life are nothing more than paint brushed over a canvas. If one looks just a little further, they can tell everything they need to know about this feline just with a look.
Crush: n/a, open
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
Scars or interesting marks: n/a
Other: n/a

Name: Ruehaven
Gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her
Age: 30 moons
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Ruehaven was an unruly cat from the day of her birth, some might call her extroverted. She will pester anyone and everyone and greet even her most despised enemies with a smile. her demeanor can be described as overly familiar, cozying up with strangers like they’re old friends before even knowing their names.

Unless you’re close to her, it can be extremely difficult to determine whether what she says is genuine or not. Due to her constant peppiness the difference between her love and her wrath might be difficult to distinguish, this has given her a reputation of unpredictability and untrustworthiness. Her lack of outward clarity does not mean that she lacks genuine emotion, on the contrary she tends to feel things deeply. Ruehaven simply, for one reason or another, learned to mask her true thoughts and feelings. This may have developed as a shield of some sort, he thinks remaining unreadable will prevent her from being taken advantage of.

Due to this, Ruehaven can find it hard to form close connections with other cats. It’s not often she finds a cat who will tolerate her enough to stick around, so she really cherishes those who do. Her will often drag others into his whims and schemes and can come across as quite selfish. In time, a cat can come to study his signs and infer what she is really feeling.

The way Ruehaven navigates the world and interacts with her surroundings can be a bit shocking. She rushes into danger head first, takes unnecessary risks, and puts herself in harm’s way easily. This is often perceived as recklessness, a complete lack of self preservation, a lack of value for her own life and the lives of others. In actuality, Ruehaven is more perceptive than she seems. She pays close attention to her surroundings and the behaviors of others, so while she may inch as close as possible to the jaws of death - she knows how to stop in time to avoid serious consequences. She doesn’t favor fighting, finding the messiness of it to be too much of a hassle.
Her analysis doesn’t stop only at passive observation, she pays close attention to the emotions of others when she speaks to them. Her airheaded persona can serve as a front to get closer to others and learn more about them, very few cats take her as a real threat. Although she doesn’t necessarily intend to be one. Ruehaven’s goals are always self-serving first and foremost, but she strongly wants to believe that she is a good cat who only ever has the best intentions. Unfortunately for her, she doesn’t always know how to be good or what that truly means. Her ability to study emotions doesn’t mean he actually understands them; she will do what she thinks is going to help without asking anyone first, which may result in the cat being hurt instead. It’s difficult for Ruehaven to recognize when she’s doing something wrong on her own and may need to rely on others for a wake up call. For Ruehaven, sometimes any means justify the end.
Ruehaven is a cat who is fundamentally bored with life. She is constantly searching for new sources of entertainment and mental stimulation even at the expense of others. Ruehaven knows that, morally speaking, things like battles, war, and murder are wrong; but she can’t stop herself from being intrigued by and gravitating towards these topics. Ruehaven knows right from wrong on the basis of the morals she was taught while growing up, but she doesn’t really have her own personal morals or things that she strongly believes in. She often feels like she is completely blank inside, just absorbing what happens around her rather than truly living as her own cat. She's not completely sure whos he is as an individual or how to find that out. She wasn’t raised to strongly follow any deities, she knows they are there and thinks the concept is interesting but she doesn’t think deeply about it beyond that.
Appearance: Ruehaven’s body is wrapped in a snowy blanket of white, with wispy tabby patches of silvery blue that peek through in a few places. She is nimble and not very tall but her legs are long. The warrior's eyes are sharp and expressive, accompanied by fluttering lashes that conceal the place color of the irises. Medium length fur flows softly around her, especially on her tail. Ruehaven’s ever-smirking face showcases her unusually long canines, a perfect weapon for battle - although she prefers not to fight. The feline’s ears are perky and alert with tufted tips. In addition, the young molly was unknowingly born with vitiligo and her white patches will continue to grow larger over time until she is completely white in color.
Crush: n/a, open
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
Scars or interesting marks: n/a
Other: n/a

Name: Vigorbane
Gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her
Age: 30 moons
Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Slipping around like a serpent, one would be wary of the words that fall from this young molly's maw. In pursuit of luxury, Vigorbane has picked up a few tricks from her dam to get what she truly desires. Like the cascading rain crashing upon the forest floor, Vigorbane is a rather graceful yet mischievous feline, with a glimmer of an idea always sparking behind her intelligent gaze. Like her sire, Vigorbane was gifted with the ability of charisma since her birth, always oozing a sense of charm that seems to draw attention to herself.This feline is under the spotlight and doesn’t shy away from it in any circumstance as if it was her lifeblood. However, as flamboyant as she may be, one cannot deny that there is something quite slippery about young Vigorbane. Like those within her bloodline, she has grown to be quite the mysterious cat, quickly learning the craft of hiding what she truly desires behind a facade. Vigorbane prefers to observe first and react second, patiently watching from the shadows to absorb any fraction of knowledge that a situation presents itself with. And when the perfect moment arrives that is when she pounces, sinking her honeyed words like daggers into the very mind of who she is interacting with. When she does so, her words are coated in a sticky sugar, a flick of her paw in the right direction and a curl of her mouth into a pleasant smile— and everything falls just in the way she wants it to. However, there is a brighter side within young Vigorbane, if one is lucky enough to form a bond with this creature— then one will finds he is quite ‘loyal’ in that regard. She will use her less wholesome attributes to ensure that you remain close to her side, that is until you become nothing more than a boring nobody in her eyes. Vigorbane is a greedy creature by nature, and holds no regrets about how she continues her livelihood.
Appearance: Though Vigorbane boasts a formidable silhouette, there is an innate elegance sequestered within her. Long strands of pale fur, reminiscent of soft, tapered larch needles encircle her throat like a mane. An abnormally long tail, reminiscent of a feather, follows her languid stride, impeccably groomed and held pridefully aloft. This paradoxical combination of grace and brutishness is exemplified in motion; lean muscle and her imposing stature complement her penchant for finding herself in skirmishes and competitions, in which she moves with the ease and strength of a falcon in flight. She favors deftness to brute strength, complementing the lithe legs and wide, flexible paws that carry her through the clan canopy.

Her pelt is one of unique beauty, as unparalleled as the composition of the sunset each night; rather than clouds and sunlight, her flanks are adorned with intermingling silver and doe-hued calico patches akin to scattered light across the forest floor. Classic tabby stripes weave among the patches, their charcoal hue blending into the smoke patterning that darkens her muzzle, lightening at her cheeks, and spills down her spine. Subtle white marks freckle her cheeks, pooling from the swath of dominant white that encompasses her underbelly and muzzle and cleaving a haphazard path up her forehead, contrasting the swirling hues that color her flanks. Yet onlookers often find their attention drawn to Vigorbane's eyes despite the mundanity of their sage-green irises. Within their expressive depths is a fire ill-fitting their cool hue that never masks her intentions and emotions— as such, enemies will find a promise of destruction, while friends will be ensconced in an unequivocal declaration of loyalty and love.
Though such emotional proclamations often impede her in adopting facades, they are alive in a rare manner that few can help but respect.
Crush: n/a, open
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
Scars or interesting marks: n/a
Other: n/a

[Maniacal_Ferret]

Yuppers, just making sure it was open and not reserved

[Spiritstar3]

Nope, hasn’t been reserved yet.
So you can make him/them.

[Alpha*]

Notes for my writing;

A) Anything bolded is my characters thoughts

B) Anything italicized is for emphasis

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FallenRains, "Call me Fell,"

Other --> : He goes by Ghost, Fallen, or Fell, FallenRains.

- He desires to be FallenStar

- "FalseOmen" (call him that and get clawed)

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Gender| Rare innersex; "he" is both male and female, both work.

Age| He's roughly three years old - human years. (At least that's how he appears to be...)

Rank| Warrior

Personality| He seems to hate everyone, instead his cold facade is to keep them safe. He seems withdrawn, and vicious, brutal...and is very sweet. He has his own moral code, and has a hard time helping Tom's. He is incredibly smart and talented, incredibly friendly after you get past his shell. Straightforward and honest, loyal. Incredibly trustworthy, he likes to outdo others as well as himself, is protective and shy, funny and hardworking as well as the first volunteer. The first to fight, and to find a solution without violence, that being said he has a certain "predisposition " for violence. He follows his own form of the Warrior Code, and very little can change his mind once it is made up. Fell seems to have no filter when he talks, especially if he thinks someone is a) particularly fur brained, or b) something is unique/ pretty - he will say exactly what it is. (It comes off as flirty and he doesn't disuade that assumption)

History : His family was killed when he was a single moon old, some rogues took him away. He was born into a Clan - StoneClan- it was small, just starting out.. and betrayed from within. He was raised as a hire-pelt, a murder, a mercinary. Through it all, he remembers the warm rasp that was his mother, Arrowflight's, voice as she told him and his six siblings many incredible things and stories. He knows his sister, Wind, is dead, and knows nothing of his brother Sun. He was called "FalseOmen" when all of his kin died, considered a curse to the cats as a moon old kit he was cast out. His father, RoughLimb, was the traitor - once a medicine cat for FernClan (his mother a deputy for StoneClan)...

Extra: Through it all he has the Heart of a Warrior, and he left that place, traveling... when certain things.... manifested. It made them hate him, even if he was right every time. At a young age he learned how to heal with herbs and the "knife" (Even Healers Have To Cut), and often has... rudimentary, trial, healings.

-- This tom loves kits and she-cats - to tend them, respects elders and healers. But if you have rank? Watch out. Titles mean nothing, only what you have done that he has seen. "Respect is earned."


- When he lets you in... well, he lets you in. You will be the one he seeks out, and no matter if you do wrong he is at your side, behind you. He is incredibly skilled at fighting, killing, has even come to enjoy the former. He is flirty, lets put it out there - some say its because he has never had someone, ... but he had, they died, others say it is another facade to hide behind, and they would be right. He is heartbroken and lonely. A real sweethearft, funny, charming, and open... not a very good hunter though, but proficient.

Likes|Kits, she-cats, swimming, open, easy flirting, he likes to eat rabbits best, and enjoys sunning. He also likes to be in trees, it is rare when he walks on the ground.

Dislikes|Rank - lording, aggression for no reason, (although he has been guilty of it) liars, bullies, eating squirrels and crow-food, not being believed and of course... crowds.

Siblings|Wind, and Sun - but he doesn't know if the latter is dead or not, as the former is. The other four kits in his litter died at birth, and recieved no names.

Crush|"Impress me,"

Orientation: .... he is bi, and will seem to flirt with anyone in an attempt to hide his true feelings of confusion and worry. He'd need a cat who can see HIM. (Again, he speaks his mind without caring how it comes out; a) if a cat is being fur brained or b) if something is unique/ pretty - which comes off as flirty and he doesn't care to argue about it...- )

** He wants kits one day, probably....Once he had a mate and four kits, they died during kitting, and his mate was murdered, her name was Birds' Shadow, but went by Bird.

Other| Fallen is visited by StarClan on a rather basis

Looks: Fallen looks dead. His pelt is remnicent of a star-cats' pelt, it is many shades of gray in swirls and fletching and layers, when its wet he shines, when it is dry he looks like an earth-bound spirit. He has brilliant blue eyes that when angry turn gray


-- He earned the name Fallen because he basically lives in trees, hunts there, fights by falling from them, etc. He has extra toes, tuffed ears, and a super long tail. This cat has blue eyes that shade to gray (almost white), he seems on the small side, aside from his height and length, as he is underweight, but he is incredibly muscled and fast. Very graceful, and long legged, usually has his claws out, even when not fighting. His scent is incredibly luring, and his voice is like a thunder storm mixed with chocolate covered gravel. Soft spoken, and slightly formal.

-- Fallen wishes to be Deputy, but is better as a Lead / Senior Warrior. He is a great leader. He will always step in to help, be it healing, hunting or fighting. Furthermore, he is often came to for advise. He knows how to heal with herbs.

** Think of him like WhiteStorm from the series

- His most prized possession is an old red bandana his dead mate gave him. He uses it to cover kits, to haul things, etc

Oddities; Fallen has no scent of his own, this is explained under "gender " Mainly he identifies as a male.

-- More will be forthcoming

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♧ Moss ♧ ---


[b] Name: Moss (will be MossBlossom)
Rank: Queen
Age: 25 moons
Clan:

Mate: n/a (Fang, deceased)
Kits: Mothkit, Mallowkit

Looks: She is a calico pelted cat, green eyes, medium long hair. She has no claws in her front paws
Her thick coat is unusually fluffy and soft with somewhat curled but mostly just messy looking whiskers to match. This leaves her with a somewhat unkempt look no matter how recently she's groomed. Her round head, moderately squished muzzle, and stocky (short!!) build give her the appearance of being even chubbier than she already is due to being born to kittypets. She's also extremely small! She is ONLY apprentice sized, so often cats think she is a "paw"

History: She was a kittypet, turned loner, who wasn't treated well by the people, so she escaped (her mother is with her and will die) She's wandering the forest... She met FallenRains once, in the two-leg place and at the time didn't follow him to the forest. Her stubbornness cost her her mate and her claws and all but one kit. Later, she found a newborn foxkit - and having just given birth to her one living kit - adopted it.

Personality: She can be a bit of a worry wart over some things but she attempts to keep that, and pretty much all of her more negative emotions, bottled up. She tries to remain positive for the sake of others as best but all this bottling of emotion may run the risk of her suddenly breaking down over some small, insignificant thing. She can be a bit of a chatterbox, especially when she's feeling particularly nervous or uneasy, and she dislikes being alone. She's benevolent and gentle by nature and will generally try to see the good in others and give them the benefit of the doubt.

Some Strengths: nurturing and caring for others, keeping moral up (or at least trying to), fishing

Some Weaknesses: she really can't hunt land prey, lower than average battle skill and a strong dislike of violence that may have her refusing to fight depending on circumstances. She has no front claws

Her scent is one of honey and warm bread and moss.

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Mothkit (paw, flight)
He is one moon old

Moth is actually a foundling kit. He is a somali cat - red in color, and and will later have the tips of his fur pn legs, paws, tail and on his face be black. The very tip of his tail is white. (Foxlike markings). He has gray eyes

He will be kind, and watchful- tending to speak his mind bluntly, but is loyal to a fault. He takes after FallenRains and enjoys challenges a bit too much.

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MallowKit (paw, storm)

She is one moon old

She was born all black... but... by the time she is an apprentice she will be showing white marks (she has vitiligo!) Her eyes are a pale green to yellow in color. She is long limbed and lythe. Very thin but slender and elegant. Her pelt is short, except at her elbows/knees where it's tufts. She and Moth are raised together, she has a fierce love for her brother.

She is tenacious and proud and outspoken, often more than willing (Like FallenRains) to get her claws bloody. She excellent (or will) at fighting, tending to be confrontational.

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HoneyPaw (Glow]

Rank: Apprentice
Age: 9 Moons
Gender: Female

Looks: She is a black cat with golden markings (rosettes) and beautiful heterochromia eyes of amber and gold. She has three feet/ legs, missing one of her front legs at the shoulder.

History: Honeypaw doesnt remember her past. She was found as a kit by a warrior tomcat who later adopted her. What she doesnt know is that she was stolen from her family by a hawk and then dropped into clan territory when it decided the three moon old kit was too much trouble as she had fought the talons around her with teeth and claws. When dropped she was dropped on her head, and often forgets things, this will likely cause her to have a longer apprenticeship than her fellows. She's been through two mentors - the first sent her to kill death adders - and when she returned alive and with two dead snakes, that mentor was punished and she was given a new one.

Personality: she's a serious cat, who takes every task as a mission with a thirst to prove herself. She's not the best fighter around, but she's a fast runner and swimmer and hunter. She's a bit forgetful, but loves others even when it's apparent that they are using her. Eager to please.

Crush:
Mate: Nope
Kin: No

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Name: SparrowPaw
Age: Unknown (roughly 11 moons)
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice

Looks: SparrowClaw is HUGE, as large at least as a savanna cat. (His parents were a Norwegian forest cat and a savannah cat - both owned by humans) He has white spots on the back of his ears, otherwise he is chocolate all over, with faint darker brown stripes on his cheeks. He has a shorter than average tail that is fluffy, his paws are ginormous. His eyes are yellow.

History: SparrowPaw was raised, on the "run" by MossBlossom, and she brought him with her to the clan. She (MossBlossom) found him as a four week old kit while traveling through two-leg place, his mother had tossed him out of a window she couldn't escape during a fire. He regressed and stopped speaking for a while, now he calls Mossy "Ma" and is incredibly loyal to her, by extention her kits and his "siblings " as well as FallenRains.

Personality; very aloof, standoffish, quiet. He's loyal but... can seem unpredictabile. SparrowPaw easily dwarfs the cats of the Clan, easily the size of a few warriors and still has some room to grow. As such he has a bit of a worry about accidentally hurting others. HE IS A GENTLE GIANT

Skills; He's an excellent hunter, moving with stealth that belies his size. Often he will go hunt things that smaller clanmates would not attempt to kill, and brings them home to feed the clan. However, He'd rather watch kits play than fight but he can fight and will be one of the first to jump to the aid of clanmates if he feels they need advice. Sometimes, if the fight is between clanmates, he may sit on the aggressors.

His scent is of fresh baked bread and peppermint.

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CinderPaw ( Ridge )
Apprentice
LightClan
10 moons old

Appearance; She is shorter than most cats, and one ear is folded over. Her pelt is mainly white with brindle markings (including half her face) her eyes are a pale green.

History; She too, was found and raised by MossBlossom while on the "run" to join the clan and escape the humans. Moss adopted her at a meager two moons old, along with her brother, HailPaw. She and HailPaw were a loners' kits, said loner abandoned them (and since it was the end of Leafbare her parents hadn't cared.)

Strengths; CinderPaw is excellent at swimming and fishing, utilizing her tail to trick fish into biting. Though short she is quite powerful, and uses her hind legs to batter opponents who are larger than her into submission. She is very much a fighter, and tends to strike without warning.

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HailPaw (Watcher)
Apprentice
Ten Moons old
LightClan

Appearance; HailPaw is a dark grey, almost black cat, whose long coat fades to a dusty grey the closer to the ends of his fur. His eyes are that same faint spring grey, but he has sectoral heterochromia, and the two sections are blue - this often gets him asked 'are you okay' and 'why ya crying'. He has a long tail and unlike his sister is very tall, one of his ears is folded over like a dogs.

History; like his twin he was adopted by MossBlossom, unlike her he is very laid back. When he came to the Clan it was clear that he was the cat to ask questions of, as long as they weren't rude.

Attitude; He much prefers to watch a scuffle than join in, but doesn't hesitate to use his claws when necessary. He thinks things out before speaking. He is selfless and will give up everything he has to someone in need. He treats all the kits in the clan - and younger apprentices- as his family, which may hinder his ability to find a mate in the future.

Skill; HailPaw is an excellent tracker of pretty much anything he puts his mind, and nose to. He can track even FallenRains- the scentless cat who'd helped his mother. This same tracking skill is especially useful for finding rouges or other threats to the clan, as well as lost kits and prey or herbs in leaf bare.

[Spiritstar3]

Alpha*- all accepted

[Spiritstar3]

Name: Chambersnake
Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him
Age: 12 moons
Sexuality: Demisexual, Demiromantic
Rank: Warrior
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Name: Rosewilt
Gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her
Age: 20 moons
Sexuality: Bisxeual, Biromantic
Rank: Warrior
-snip-

Appearance: Rose is well built with angular features. Black, ginger, and white rest a top her skin like velvet, all set in wavy fur. The skin beneath being patchy as well. The markings spread onto her nose and inner ears giving it a mottled look. -snip-
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Name: Promisekit
Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him
Age: 4 moons
Sexuality: unknown, undecided
Rank: Kit
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Appearance: Promisekit was born with a beautiful bi-metallic coat, appearing as a swirling mixture of silver and gold. He has long, thick fur. -snip-
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Name: Fairborn
Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him
Age: 40 moons
Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic
Rank: Warrior
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Appearance:
Standing at an impressive height, Fairborn can be intimidating upon first impressions. His eyes are a pale, icy blue with hints of red bleeding around the edges. As an albino cat he lacks any pigmentation in his coat. -snip-

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Name: Valiantvow
Gender and pronouns: Non-Binary, Any
Age: 20 moons
Sexuality: Demisexual, Demiromantic
Rank: Warrior
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Appearance: -snip-

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Name: Ruehaven
Gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her
Age: 30 moons
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Rank: Warrior
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Appearance: -snip-
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Name: Vigorbane
Gender and pronouns: Female, She/Her
Age: 30 moons
Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic
Rank: Warrior
Personality: -snip-
Appearance: -snip-
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Just a couple things:
Where did Chambersnake get the coins/necklace?

Rose I’m assuming is meant to be calico.

Promisekit needs to either be golden or silver, unless you meant for him to be a blue cream tortoiseshell. In which case he wouldn’t be silver and gold but blue and cream.

Fairborn should have red, pink, or even actual purple eyes, if he’s albino.

Valiant, Rue, and Vigor are accepted.
Chambersnake is also accepted, just curious how he got his item(s).
Fairborn is accepted too, just change his eye color.
Rose I accepted.
Promise can be accepted once you change his color. Also, are any of your cats meant to be his parents? Because he’s going to need a mom.