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[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

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Иαмɛ
Burntpaw.

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Tom.

Aɢɛ
8 moons.

Яαиκ
Apprentice.

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Leader!

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
The word that describes Burntpaw best is 'actor'. Burntpaw wants many, if not most, to think that's he's a little apprentice from Starclan, but he isn't. Burntpaw is rather, a apprentice that's fallen from the Dark Forest. But does anyone realize that Burntpaw is truly a dark little kitty? No, Burntpaw would never reveal his true self to anyone. Burntpaw also acts exetremly shy, although, all that time he spends alone, while the other apprentices are sharing tongues or training together, is spent plotting. Plotting about what, you ask? How he'll become leader, of course! Burntpaw finds the pain of others amusing, hilarious, in some cases. He also enjoys watching others suffer through pain. Say a queen recently lost her kits, a fox stole them, let's say, Burntpaw will follow her out in to the forest, and when they're alone, start making fox sounds, or leading a fox in the area towards her. Burntpaw also enjoys following, stalking, and tracking. Sometimes, just for fun, he'll follow other apprentices or warriors in to the forest and scare them. As you can probably tell by now, Burntpaw has a dark heart.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Burntpaw was named for his ash-like coat colour and his flaming-red tail. HIs fur is rather messy and tends to stick out in every which way. Most times Burntpaw's fur isn't very clean, for Burntpaw lacks the patience to clean all of his fairly long fur. Although Burntpaw was pitch-blackkit, his fur has become tipped with the same red upon his tail, giving him quite the eerie appearance. On his two froth paws, Burntpaw has equal white toes, turning back to black at pretty-mcuh the same place. On his back paws, Burntpaw has more uneven sock. On his right leg, his 'sock' reaches up to his ankle, and on his left, it does about half as high as the other. On his face, where his fur is the darkest, his has quite a bit of white on him. The white upon his face ends in a perfect point just about each eye. The whit eon his chest almost stops just before his shoulders, in another point, but a thin trail continued down his chest until it ends between his legs.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Bright, flame orange.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Burntpaw is average size, maybe slightly on the small size. He is extremely thin, and most of the time you can see where the skin rises up and down, even through his thick fur. His limbs are long and slightly willowy, extremely fine for running, His paws slightly large, but they make it easy to balance. His tail is fairly long, ending in a fluffy-red tip. Due to having a mostly black face and white whiskers, Burntpaw can occasionally have a comical look, but he tends to slash at anyone who mocks him. Burntpaw has quite large ears, and his left ear flops forward, right at the tip for unknown reasons.

Ƙιи
Burntpaw was an 'only kit' and his parents both died int he war.

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Shadowclan x Windlcan, although he doesn't know he is part Windclan.

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
No crush nor a mate.

Ѳтнɛя
I'll just add this in;
(my posts)


Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm across



śiłaš
Silas smiled, although dark thoughts filled his head.
[i]She deserves so much more then this. She's got to be the prettiest girl I know, yet she has to be here, alone in the middle of an unknown land, I feel so sorry for her...
His thoughts trailed off at that. He chuckled slightly at her words, except his father and her parent weren't the same. his father was English and her's was German, they would never get along after this war was over.
"It's fine," he said with a smile, " I can't help the bakers heal their hate, but I can always help heal the thing they hate."
He bite his lip, hoping what eh had just said made more sense when he said it then it had in his head.



Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved
No better and no worse


Along the lines of that ^^

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((Cant wait to see it finished! :)))

[surreal adventure]

Иαмɛ
Emberpool

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Female

Aɢɛ
31 moons

Яαиκ
Medicine cat.

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
None.

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Emberpool is calm, quiet, and reserved medicine cat; she usually has a serious nature and takes her duties seriously. She's not the type of cat to live in her fantasies and always hope for the best; she says things like she sees them, and doesn't sugarcoat anything. She's not exactly rude, bitter, or even cold, but sometimes she's a bit of a pessimist. She's not gushing and oozing with happiness, and she rarely shows large amounts of joy or satisfaction; except for when something really good happens. She's mostly emotionless, most of the time; sometimes even a bit negative, always stating the obvious and being a bit snappish. She can appear bland and a bit unwelcoming at first, but after digging through to her inner-shell, she can be somewhat nice. If you're close to her, or know her, she might compliment you on something sometimes, and she might even have a little bit of friendliness in her tone. Nobody has ever really seen her be a good companion, or really nice, though; she's basically in the clan for one purpose and one purpose only. She's not there to make friends, and she isn't there to gossip; she's there to heal the cats of Timberclan.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
wip;

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
She has crisp, deep, golden eyes.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
wip;

Ƙιи
wip;

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Her family was originally from Shadowclan.

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
She has none - it's forbidden.

Ѳтнɛя
my favorite number is five. (:

{I have to go to sleep; I shall be on tomorrow to finish this!}

[ѕнαdy]

Иαмɛ
Morningdove

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
She-cat

Aɢɛ
Eighty moons

Яαиκ
StarClan Warrior

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Warrior

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Morningdove is a sour she-cat who has little loyalty or bravery, but is cunning. She does have care for some cats, mainly kits, and shows it at times. Coming from an originally all rogue family made her appreciate what she has, because it could be gone almost instantly. Others see her as a good mother, being as she would do anything to protect those younger than her- even give her life. This is why she is often in the nursery, pregnant or not, helping out with kits and queens.

She respects cats who know what they are doing and don't act ignorant, as well as the ones who have the honesty to admit that they made a mistake. Lying has never, and will never, gone over well with the fiesty she-cat. Morningdove may have a sweet, innocent voice and looks, but in a second she would rip your heart out if you lied to her. Trust is another big thing with the she-cat.

When she was born, Honeypelt, her mother, died. Darkwish, her father, took up the care of Ravenwing and Crowfur, her previous name. At four moons her brother ran away to a clan, and Crowfur followed. Ravenwing didn't like the clan life, so he left, but Crowfur stayed behind. She claimed the prefix 'Morning' due to her habit of waking at dawn very day, never later. The suffix 'dove' came along when she leaped across a thunderpath, fluttering like a dove.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
The oddly built she-cat has short dark gray fur. It doesn't change colors in any place besides her front left paw. Morningdove likes her white patch, because it reminds her of her brother.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Picture a deep, dark blue almost purple with a hint of green, the color of night but not quite black. It shines in the moonlight, and seems to have no bottom. That is the color of Morningdove's eyes.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Morningdove is a tall she-cat with wide shoulders and long legs. Her paws are of average size, along with her ears, nose, eyes, and tail. She has scars over her left and right flank. Often times, when she runs to much, her back legs hurt.

Ƙιи
Darkwish ;; Father ;; Deceased
Honeypelt ;; Mother ;; Deceased
Ravenwing ;; Brother ;; Deceased
Sunclaw ;; Daughter ;; Alive
Foxchaser ;; Son ;; Alive
Littlehawk ;; Son ;; Alive


Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
ShadowClan

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
Mate ;; Lightray ;; Deceased
Mate ;; Cloudpatch ;; Deceased

Ѳтнɛя
Nothing

Иαмɛ
Littlehawk

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Tom

Aɢɛ
36 moons

Яαиκ
Warrior

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Warrior

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Littlehawk is a tom who always wears a smile- devious or not- and likes to laugh. Very few she-cats actually interest him though, and the ones that do never make it to par. The beauty within him is just as well expressed as the beauty without, yet many fail to notice it.

A sharp tongued guy who is quick on her feet and rarely lost for words. This comes off sorely at times, and is often seen as rude. He ignores the bad things that others say, as well as the good. Nothing just anybody says is taken to heart with him.

Memory lacks at times, but he always takes responsibility for his actions. He doesn't regret things, and rarely apologizes, because what has happened is over with, and can't be changed now.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
The lithe tom is covered in a deep gray- almost black, except for one little spot on his front left leg. It is white and positioned perfectly in the middle.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Littlehawk was blessed with his mother's fur and his father's eyes. His eyes are a brilliant blue accented by highs and lows. Even a few gold dashes lie within them.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Littlehawk is very thin, but he doesn't mind. He has large paws and ears, though both get in the way at times. He has an average sized tail, longer legs, and perfect eyes. Oddly enough he has short whiskers.

Ƙιи
Lightray ;; Father ;; Deceased
Morningdove ;; Mother ;; Alive


Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Shadowclan

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
None

Ѳтнɛя
Nothing

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((Accepted! :)))

[zoketi.]

[[ Definitely joining. <3 Would I be able to reserve the medicine cat apprentice?

EDIT: Thankies <3]]

Иαмɛ
Raccoonstrike

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Male

Aɢɛ
32 Moons

Яαиκ
Warrior

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
^^^^

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
In a few words, Raccoonstrike could be called as "reserved and calm". He is rather quiet usually, a cat of few words. He really has no issues with speaking, but simply doesn't say much at all. He keeps his conversations short and sweet, and often avoids having them if he can. It just really isn't his thing, one might say.
Raccoonstrike has an air of calmness about him. Even under stress, he rarely gets upset or freaks out. He tends to not show his emotions, and appears almost unfazed by everything. He can keep cool in nearly every sort of situation. Totally loyal, Raccoonstrike will keep promises and always care for a friend. He is gentle with those younger than he, and would always stand to protect his Clan. He never lied, and was very obedient when he was younger.
He never found romance to his immediate interest, but developed a secret wish to be liked. He had never had true friendships or even a crush, and regrets it sincerely. The young tom is sensitive and sympathetic with others though, and often attains the good side of his Clanmates. He never makes fun or teases--unless he means no harm, and is doing it to one he knows very well--and would never purposefully hurt another, unless ultimately forced to (such as a Clan battle), one that he must hurt to protect his Clanmates. In this way, he is sometimes seen as weak, but disregards this.
He does believe in himself, and knows never to doubt himself. He has few enemies, if any. He is careful and cautious, and highly intelligent. He is quick to learn, and very inquisitive. He asks many questions, and always waits patiently for an answer. He loves exploring and discovering new things, often he just takes walks alone and admires the world around him. To others, it may seem a bit weird, but he enjoys it. He takes no notice of anyone who is against him, he is very calm when and if he gets taunted for his ways. He never gets enraged, and knows that their words will not hurt him. Raccoonstrike has much self-control, and is always ready to listen. He is fair and values many good traits in his companions, often seeing their valuable spirits before they realize it themselves.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
His coloration is very mixed, though overall it is black and brown--to be short. In detail, it is mottled with lighter hues of brown and tan, even patches of cream. To some, it could be defined as a very deep colored tortoiseshell.The darker colors are more displayed on his face, legs, and tail. His face and muzzle are especially very dark, could be called black. His tail is somewhat striped like that of his namesake, though only faintly. It is quite thickly furred, matching well with his body.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
A vivid chartreuse hue, contrasting greatly with his pelt colors.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Raccoonstrike is a long-furred, shaggy cat. He is, in fact, he is quite small for his age. It is somewhat hard to tell beneath this thick coat, but in comparison with more average-sized males it is apparent that he is shorter. His lengthy fur also displays that he is compact and thick, but Raccoonstrike is decently slim.

Ƙιи
Mothsplash -- mother ; deceased
Burntfur -- father ; deceased
Juniperkit -- sister ; deceased

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
RiverClan

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
Not at the moment.

Ѳтнɛя
Nope :3

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

яαccσσηѕтяιкє
• tom | warrior | 19 moons | in camp •

-roleplaying here :D blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah-

Иαмɛ
Sprucepaw {Spruceshine}

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Female

Aɢɛ
6 1/2 Moons

Яαиκ
Medicine Cat Apprentice

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
^^^^

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Sprucepaw is a timid little thing, it seems like that's all she ever displays. She doesn't make any outgoing moves, she rarely makes eye contact with others and is always avoiding any sort of relationship. To those she comes across, she always shows a powerful barrier that expresses she does not like interacting. This often appears as an ignoring act, or just plain hiding.
Yet, she is quite intelligent. Cunning, witty, smart with her words--if she does speak. She often has trouble showing her true self, and keeps her silence even when she is bursting inside to show others what she knows. She gets frustrated by this, but can't seem to do anything about it. Sprucepaw is, in fact, a kind soul. Once past her outer shell, you could find much gentleness inside her. She hates others pain, and is very peaceable.
Sprucepaw is also--surprisingly--a decent fighter, she is very protective. Once her friend, it is hard to break that trust. She values companionships, and is hard to get to trust, she must be fully sure that a cat is worthy of her friendship. Not that she is holding herself high and mighty, she just wants to be able to trust that cat as well. And when she does have a friend, nothing gets in between that friend and her. If threatened, she puts her life in the way, willing to die for a companion. She is completely loyal--you can see that betrayal would hurt her so. Sprucepaw is determined too, she wants to give the best she can. She is hardworking and a superb thinker, inquisitive and loving to learn.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Sprucepaw's fur is a very pale color, a silvery-gray of sorts. Despite standing out a bit, she manages to be sneaky all the same. Her fur is flecked with white and even bits of darker gray is thrown in. Her tail and paws darken and fade to a deeper gray hue. She has mottling of white descending down her spine, marbling in with the darker colors to make a very flecked appearance.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Mesmerizing pools of teal, Sprucepaw's eyes are detailed in every minor way. They are at first glance a sort of dull green, but appear bluish and marbled when looked at closer. They even have flecks of lighter green, making them appear always shimmering.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
As soon as anyone sets eyes upon her the first thing to notice is her extreme diminutive and tiny size. She is very, very small for her age, the runt of her litter. This gives her some troubles, but she has a few advantages, such as her agility and surprising stealth. She's not very strong, for obvious reasons. Sprucepaw's tail is very long and plumy, she has small paws and muzzle, and long whiskers.

Ƙιи
Frostlichen -- mother ; deceased
Strikewater -- father ; deceased
Cedarkit -- brother ; deceased
Tanglekit -- brother ; deceased

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
ShadowClan

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
Not at the moment.

Ѳтнɛя
<3

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ
Above, just with Sprucepaw's information and color.

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((Yay! I reserved MCA for u :3))

[darĸнowl]

Иαмɛ
Moonshade

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
She-cat

Aɢɛ
"45 moons... which is young compared to the others that were part of Thunderclan along with me; well I mean the other warriors were way older than me. I was one of the youngest warriors when the fighting started and only just been appointed deputy."

Яαиκ
"Warrior."

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
"I've always wanted to be the future Deputy...I wanted another chance. But I feel that won't happen. So just warrior I guess."

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Strong hearted she-cat with a caring personality. She is extremely fierce in battle and quick and smart while fighting. Will stand up for herself and others she cares for when needed but doesn't like to make a fuss over things and doesnt want to attract attention, being humble. She's very smart, brave and courageous, but sweet. Moonshade has a very mysterious and powerful aura that seems to emanate from her when she is fighting, speaking about something important, or is challenged about her family or Thunderclan- Moonshade, seeming a very strong and mysterious name, fit her perfectly. She is very defensive about her old clan, and still holds a slight strong power about her because she was the last deputy chosen by Loststar himself, before he was killed and the clans merged.
She felt sad when that happened, because it was like Starclan ripped the opportunity away from her when she tried proving what a loyal warrior she tried to be; since she was found when she was a young, newly named warrior before Thunderclan and not born into the clan. It's almost strange for her now to be a regular warrior now and not the sweet and courageous deputy she had once been. Not to mention, she was the youngest of all the deputies, being chosen at such a young age.

Ever since she took up the "motherly" role to raise Sunpaw and Foxchaser all by herself, she became more responsible than she'd ever been. She was very young, once again, and felt like she wasn't ready at all to raise two kits all of a sudden. She put in so much effort, making sure they had a good kithood, without knowing why they didn't have a father... and never let them know she never kitted them. She loved them with all her heart and still does. It's still strange for her seeing Foxchaser as a warrior now and Sunpaw as the oldest apprentice. She hardly cared that she never kitted them because she practically was their only family.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Moonshade is known for her beautiful smokey, very dark grey, with blended silver (base colours mixed together) tabby coat and jet black stripes (imagine coat a little darker in the pics). Her paws and cheeks are pure white.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Moonshade has big, dark blue eyes that always sparkle in the sunlight and moonlight, so dark that they seem to be a dark indigo colour.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
She's a strongly built she-cat with thick, soft, medium-length fur. She doesn't have very long legs, but she can still run fast.

Ƙιи
"My entire family..is dead. But here, I'll tell you anyway:
Mother > Silverflower Father > Lionsoul Brother > Darkpelt. None of them ever made it to Thunderclan. They all died in horrible ways in my birth clan; when I was hardly a warrior. I had no family left after.
In my heart, I feel like Sunpaw and Foxchaser really are my kits. They think that, but don't know the truth. I'd never want to lose the most precious cats I have to call family."

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
"My real birth clan is called Stoneclan. A rogue clan destroyed our territory after a huge war that ended up killing every single clanmate of mine brutally and I had to watch. I was betrayed by the first tom i ever fell in love and nearly died, until Thunderclan saved me. I was of Thunderclan before all this, and proud to be.
My blood family is looking down at me from Starclan and Stoneclan now only exists in my memory and heart."

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
"I don't have a mate and I honestly don't think toms think of me. I've always dreamed of falling in love again... but have never been given the chance. But I'm still young! Who knows... maybe the odds will favour me. I never had someone around when I raised Sunpaw and Foxchaser either, so it would be nice to not feel so alone anymore." Little does she know, Moonshade's very beautiful and raised those two at a relatively young age.

Ѳтнɛя
My favourite colour is a deep indigo. I love the mix of that and dark purple together :3 Favourite # is 3 and favourite season is Summer

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((Accepted!))
((Hey guys, I added one more field to the form. I already trust all your guys' posts, so you dont have to do it unless you want :) its just formatting example))