Ƭ ι м в ɛ я Ɔ ℓ α и .|. ACCEPTING

[houndjaw]

It's just C i n d e r p a w now...

Иαмɛ
Cinderpaw [ Cindermask ]

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
She-cat ♀

Aɢɛ
Ten moons

Яαиκ
Warrior Apprentice

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Warrior

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
The thing that must make Cinderpaw so likeable is her great desire to please everyone around her. Most of the time, anything she does is out of a pure and utter passion toward that cat - not to mention what she would do for her friends. She despises being called a 'brown-noser' and a cat who works to be on the top of the popularity list; in fact, she must be one of the most unpopular apprentices because of her flailing paws and lack of finesse. Cinderpaw can put her paw in her mouth many times before taking notice of this, and this is yet one another of her flaws: unawareness. On a light note, the she-cat enjoys being surrounded by her friends and is bright for her age - well, brighter than most cats give her credit for, anyway. She, unfortunately, cares alot on what others think of her but will probably never have the chance to express her thoughts. Cinderpaw is fragile and will suffer punishment with sealed lips, even if it means it was a lie told. She holds her word true when it comes to promises, though...She may slip up on accident once or twice.
Constantly battling her memories have left her hollow and somewhat empty. Since her sister's death a quarter moon ago, Cinderpaw has had it hard and beats herself up about it constantly. Ravenpaw had been her whole life ever since their mother died and, in an act of severe grief, their father unruly abandoned them. But to have her last tie be taken away...It has done a horrible thing to her. Cinderpaw no longer believes in Starclan, because of their unjust ways of taking her family away, and becomes angered easily if anyone thinks badly of her because of her unreligious life. She still holds onto a last shred of hope that her father will come back one day to find a strong, independant cat who has forgotten all of the death and betrayel. But until then, it's just Cinderpaw now.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Her fur is a light ginger-red much alike to her sister's and mother's, but it gives off an overall soft creamic hue that greatly compliments her eyes.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
A somewhat muted gold that can be mistaken for cinnamon.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Cinderpaw's build is quite simple if you look at the outline; feminine, hardly a fighter. This comes much to her demise, but she never complains when she looses a battle.

Ƙιи
Mother:: Wingflight - long-haired fawn she-cat with hazel eyes [ Deceased. Cause of death:: Infection of the claw. ]
Father:: Heronstride - dark ginger tom with bright orange eyes [ Unknown if alive or dead. ]
Sister:: Ravenpaw - ruddy red she-cat with pale orange eyes [ Deceased. Cause of death:: Extreme loss of blood. ]

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Parents of Wingflight [ Goldenfeet & Badgercry ] were both pure Thunderclan.
Parents of Heronstride [ Daisy ; Unknown father ] were kittypets / rouges.

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
Burntpaw

Ѳтнɛя
my favorite color is white.

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

/ /••Greenstare

"When you help someone up the mountain, you get that much closer to the top yourself."

Greenstare stealthy brought her paws around, one infront of the other, green eyes locked on the twitching body of a cat infront of her. Her irises, wide with adredaline, barely showed the sliver of crystal color that gave her her name. This is it! her concious yowled as she brought yet another forepaw down silently. Suddenly, a white head came into her vision, but she didn't need to twist her head around to tell that it was Hawkdapple. The wind changed. Without waiting a moment, Greenstare let out an ear-splitting yowl and threw herself onto the tawny body of a Shadowclan cat. The tom dropped to his belly, aking care to protect his undersides, as the slender body of a brown tabby she-cat hit him. Her heart thudding in her chest, Greenstare brought her unsheathed claws onto the Shadowclan tom and swiped them deeply across the center of his face, which made him rear back with a pain-filled cry. This was the beginning of the end, though Greenstare nor the tom knew that. That this would be the last of any wars met, because death was heavy on her paws, on all of the clan cats' paws.

[ I hope this is enough...I also need to ask, but can we make members of Starclan / Dark Forest cats? c: ]

[Kitten <3]

(:D)
Ɖαωиғɛαтнɛя
She sighed, then started padding around camp to wake herself up. She decided to go to the cold stream she new of and swim to wake herself up.

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((@KURIOUS Accepted! And yes you can :)))

[Kitten <3]

Ɖαωиғɛαтнɛя
Dawnfeather walked out of the warrors den. "Hi, Cinderpaw!" Dawnfeather shouted, woundering iof she was awake.

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((@Sandpool its in the morning and Dawnfeather hasnt left the warriors den (or at least it hasnt said so) and Cinderpaw is probably still sleeping, so make sure to add a little more detail so no one gets confused ;)))

[Kitten <3]

(whoops. Fixing that now!)

[houndjaw]

[ Yay! Thanks, I'll be making a Starclan cat later. ^^ ]

/ /••Cinderpaw

"The reason I won't let go of what made me sad
is because it was the only thing that made me happy."

Cinderpaw muttered crossely to herself as her ginger paw scooped up nothing. Again. She had been out since the first rays of dawn reached the horizon trying to catch a few fish to bring back to camp from the stream inside Timberclan territory, but so far she had only caught a few pawfuls of sandy silt that left her claws filled with the sandy stuff. Thankfully, this time, she had only gotten her paw wet instead of her claws reaching the bottom of the riverbed. The apprentice glared into the water, growing impatient as time grew out longer as she sat there waiting, until a fleck of silver caught her eye. Fast as lightning, Cinderpaw struck out clumsily, but the fish had already darted away. The red cat spat and lashed her tail, backing away from the water with her dripping forepaw. "How hard can it be to catch a stupid, slithering fish?!" she growled loudly to herself, beyond caring if anyone in the surrounding area heard.

[♥Cheshire's_Heart♥]

Иαмɛ
Jaystripe

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Tom

Aɢɛ
Thirty-one moons old

Яαиκ
Warrior

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Leader, although his ambitions are secret.

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Much like his sister, Jaystripe is very well known for his intellect and wit. Often enough fellow warriors will see Jaystripe and Robintail debating playfully together off to the side. Sometimes even Bumbleflight, the grumpy elder she-cat, would join them for a especially avid debate. While his sister usually remains passive and respectful, Jaystripe is much more ambitious and likes to speak his mind. Once or twice Jaystripe has openly spoken out against his old mentor, elders, and even the leader. Despite Jaystripe's ambitious streak, he is a fairly nice and easy to get along with type of guy. Like his sister, he usually tends to be around the more intellectual cats of the clan, but Jaystripe does go out sometimes to entertain kits or teach simple moves to young apprentices or new warriors who need a little help. He isn't a naturally sweet as Robintail, but he certain goes out of his way for younger cats. Once though, Robintail admitted that she was afraid of Jaystripe's ambition. They two debated over it, but the debate got very mean very fast, so they never brought up the subject again.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Unlike his sister, Jaystripe's darker splotches extend over much of his body, although it still covers the major areas.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Blue

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Jaystripe has a lot more meat on him than Robintail does. He resembles their father more than their mother. His father was a huge tom with big paws. Jaystripe has these same features.

Ƙιи
Jaystripe is litter mates with Robintail and Sparrowjump, although Sparrowjump is recently deceased. His parents, Doveheart and Stormpelt, are residing in the elders den.

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
He two is a decent of Wind Clan.

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
Although Jaystripe has no one in mind, he one day hopes to have kits of his own.

Ѳтнɛя
My favorite number is -5

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

Please see Robintail's form

[mango sherbet]

Иαмɛ
"Sunpaw."

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
"She-cat, or female, whichever. They both mean the same thing."

Aɢɛ
"Thirteen moons... you got a problem with it?"

Яαиκ
"Apprentice. But just you wait, I'll pass my test next time."

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
"I won't stop till I'm leader, no matter what others say."

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Sunpaw is steely and determined, with no respect for her peers and a stubborn streak. She doesn't listen to anybody but herself and doesn't appreciate being protected. From the moment she learned about her Clan she wanted to be a leader, but she is most unfortunately still stuck as an apprentice for the time being. Sunpaw is skilled enough, and excels in fighting, but she is impulsive and rash, which led her to fail her first test, though her brother passed. Sunpaw works harder than ever now to become a warrior. She is the oldest apprentice, which is a sore subject for her.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Sunpaw's fur is short and white on the chest and stomach, with black/brown and orange patches on her back and legs.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
"I have great green eyes. A blessing, right? Pretty much the only part of my appearance I actually like."

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
"I'm a bit small for my age, I must admit... but I'm still the largest apprentice! I'm slim and pretty. I hope."

Ƙιи
"My mother is Moonshade, but I have no idea who my dad may be. And, of course, Foxchaser is my brother."

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
"ThunderClan...."

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
"One day, I'll meet my special someone. But that day hasn't come yet. And there's no suggestion of it coming anytime soon."

Ѳтнɛя
My favorite color is blue-gray, my favorite numbers are 12 and 60, and my favorite season is spring.

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

S T O R M H E A R T

|| She-cat | Twenty-nine moons | Warrior | Picture ||
|| Nervous | In the forest, heading to the shore | Taking a walk ||

Stormheart fluffed up her fur nervously. Maybe it wasn't the best time for a walk after all. But she felt foolish thinking about going back into camp twenty seconds after she'd left. Oh well, it wasn't raining too hard. Besides, she liked rain. She'd go to the shore.
The sea was choppier than usual due to the weather and Stormheart tried to keep down her panic as she padded along the edge, the icy water lapping against her paws. She shivered slightly; maybe she ought to go back to camp. She didn't want to be stuck in a full-on storm.
The sea's quick movement intensified and Stormheart retreated farther up the bank, scared of getting pulled into the depth. She was a strong swimmer, but she'd never tried swimming again a current so powerful before, and she wasn't about to try it now. She kicked up sand, pacing in circles. Unable to decide. A flash of green caught her eye and she turned to the forest, scared that it might be Hurricane, but it was nothing, just rustling leaves and an overcast sky. Stormheart sighed in relief and continued along the shore, padding up the bank toward the forest. A mouse scurried over her paws in a panic and Stormheart pounced, but too late, it was gone. She cursed herself, and headed back to camp.

Иαмɛ
"Foxchaser. It was recently changed from Foxpaw when I became a warrior."

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
"Tom."

Aɢɛ
"Thirteen moons. I'm the second youngest warrior."

Яαиκ
"Warrior. But a very young and inexperienced one, okay?"

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
"I'm happy wherever I end up."

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
In contrast with his fiery sister, Foxchaser is mild and considerate. He loves to have fun and doesn't sweat it to be the best at everything like Sunpaw does. Foxchaser is sweet, a bit shy, and likes to please everyone. He can be a bit clueless sometimes and lacks any real ambition or responsibility. He acts very mature, but inside is still young and dependent. Foxchaser is growing up, and learning slowly. He is still blinded to the severe ups and downs of life- birth, death, love, depression. But he is starting to take responsibility more seriously, though he panics in scary situations rather then facing up to them.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
"I'm a calico, like my sister Sunpaw. We look alike, though my fur is thicker and shinier."

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
"An amber green similar to Sunpaw's. We look a lot alike."

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
"I'm a lot larger than my sister and broad-shouldered, more muscular and strong. I say this as a fact, as Sunpaw has outwitted me on nearly every play-fight we've ever done."

Ƙιи
"My mother is Moonshade and my father is unknown. I also have my wonderful sister and littermate, Sunpaw."

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
"ThunderClan."

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
"I would never admit it... but okay... I kind of have a crush on Cinderpaw. She makes my heart do a little dance whenever I see her."

Ѳтнɛя
My favorite color is blue-gray, my favorite numbers are 12 and 60, and my favorite season is spring.

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ
Same as Sunpaw's.

[Silvene]

Иαмɛ
Silverspirit

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
She-Cat

Aɢɛ
25 Moons

Яαиκ
Warrior

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Warrior. I could not wish for any more than this.

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Gentle and fair, are a few kind words that describe Silverspirit. The silver she-cat had been taught to be kind and elegant by her mother. Though it's not easy to when there was a battle going on. Silverspirit was born into the fighting. She had never seen the old clans at peace. Memories still haunt her every now and then. Silverspirit could remember how there was always a faint trace of fear scent that tainted the air, no matter how hard some of the warriors tried to hide it. How could she forget the chilling memories of when the bodies where brought back to camp to be honored before being sent to their forever grave. Growing up in this wasn't easy. Sometimes she even hated the older warriors for letting this happen, but she this wasn't all their faults. Silverspirit has strengths as well as flaws. One strength is that she is very nimble. Silent but swift on her paws. This helps her to become a great hunter. However one of her weaknesses is that is she isn't very strong. Her blows are not very powerful, and it wouldn't take much to bring her down. Silverspirit tries hard to fit in with the clan, hoping one day she will find some good friends. Maybe even someday a mate.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Silverspirit has a pelt that would be considered short by most cats. It has a light grey color to it, helping her to blend in with stones. The fur is sort of glossy, with a bit of shine to it in the right bit of sunlight. With careful grooming it looks like a pretty nice coat.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
A deep shade of blue. Usually are bright, but give away no emotion. Though strong ones may show faintly in them.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
This is what Silverspirit is most ashamed about. She is built like a Windclan cat, not a Thunderclan cat. She often wonders if she has some Windclan blood in her. For she has a slender body, more built for speed than power. Silverspirit is a bit small and slender for her age. Some may think she is weak, but she is far from it.

Ƙιи
All died in the battle of the clans.

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Thunderclan.

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
None at the moment

Ѳтнɛя
Blue

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

Sweetspirit


Sweetspirit narrowed her eyes at Loststar but she stayed silent. Watching as Mintpaw walked out of the den, feeling sorry for the young cat. Why does he act like this? Putting an apprentice at risk just so you can get some sleep? She thought, though her face did no show any of her true feelings. "I do not wish to stay in a place I am obviously not welcome." Sweetspirit meowed calmly, dipping her head to Loststar. "Enjoy you meal" She told her leader before swiftly leaving the den. I'll finish what I have started Thought the she-cat as she headed for the nursery. Trying to ignore the small pieces of hail hitting her pelt. Once inside the nursery she checked the kits. "Is everything alright in here?" She asked the queens.

Иαмɛ
Lionpaw (Lionclaw)

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Tom

Aɢɛ
9 Moons

Яαиκ
Apprentice

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
The greatest warrior ever!

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Lionpaw is the kind of apprentice that seems to have a endless supply of energy. This may annoy the warriors and it definitely annoyed his mother when she was alive. This lively apprentice also has the determination to match. He will not stop practicing a move until he gets it right. Though their is more to this energetic apprentice then just these two things. He is also compassionate. Whenever someone is down he will try to make them feel better. Despite his good intentions, he sometimes just makes them feel worse.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Lionpaw has a golden tabby pelt. There are three main colors that make his coat up. The first one is gold. This makes up most of his pelt.The stripes are a dark gold to a dark brown. The last main color is white. This color is on parts of his face, chest, and belly. It is also on his tail-tip.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Lionpaw has dull, amber eyes. They usually have a gleam of excitement in them. His emotions show clearly them.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Lionpaw has a strong build. Though a disadvantage to this is that he is not as fast as the some cats.He is the cat to deal out sharp blows, and be able to take some hits. He is a bit large for his age, but it's not too noticeable.

Ƙιи
None that I know of.

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Thunderclan

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
Not at the moment.

Ѳтнɛя
My favorite number is a tie between 8-15-17.