Ƭ ι м в ɛ я Ɔ ℓ α и .|. ACCEPTING

[zoketi.]

яαccσσηѕтяιкє
• tom | warrior | 32 moons | in camp •

Raccoonstrike's long tail quivered in a dream. A soft voice broke through his churning thoughts, and one of his eyes winked open slowly. He could see the silhouette of a cat in the den entrance, and recognized Spiderstar's quiet call. Though he hadn't been mentioned, Raccoonstrike shifted and decided to get up. As the leader vanished back outside, the young warrior rolled quickly to his paws and shook the moss debris from his thick fur. He yawned, baring sharp fangs, and arched his back in a stretch. He then blinked away the sleepiness, and promptly strode from the warriors' den with his tail swishing. He glanced around the dim clearing, feeling the faint rays of sunlight warm his pelt.

ѕρяυcєραω
• she-cat | med cat apprentice | 6.5 moons | in camp •

A pale shape sat in the shadow of the medicine cat den, teal eyes gleaming from the darkness. Sprucepaw watched as Spiderstar exited his den, then she busied herself with licking a paw. She drew it across her ears and sighed softly. Sprucepaw shook her long, light-hued fur and then sniffed around her nest. She brushed away a bit of root that was marring the mossy fern bedding. She blinked, ears pricking, as movement caught her eye again; and she saw as Spiderstar backed away from the warriors' den, sitting down by the fresh-kill pile. Sprucepaw licked her shoulder, smoothing her pelt again, and then turned to look at the back of the den, covered with stocks of herbs. She scanned the stores of plants, making sure nothing had gotten to them during the night. The diminutive she-cat stepped back, satisfied, then sat down in the den's entrance, to watch the clearing with a calm gaze.

[darĸнowl]

(( Oh did firefly tell us we could start?? just wanted to make sure ))

[♥Cheshire's_Heart♥]

-RobinTail-

Robintail's pelt raised and fell with the constant of her slumber breath. She had peaceful dreams if any at all. A gentle and nearly unnoticeable wind had swept into the warriors' den and ruffled the fur on her back. The slight unease only caused the small she-cat to replace her paw on her muzzle and sigh a bit in her sleep. It was not until the sound of voices and the movement of other cats that Robintail opened her big blue eyes. The den was fairly dark but light poured in from the opening. Robintail had just woken up in time to see the tail swaying of the cat who had left before her. Robintail yawned silently and turned her head sleepily to her left and saw the sleeping figure of Jaystripe. Robintail gave a crooked grin at her slumbering littler mate and rose to her feet, shaking her fur a bit to shake the small droplets of dew that had formed over the night. Her nimble paws guided out of the crowded den and lead her out into the bright sunlight of new leaf. Robintail looked around the clearing and saw cats getting ready for the day and others were getting ready for the patrol. Robintail grazed over to the fresh kill pile and saw their leader, Spiderstar, was already over there selecting a meal. Robintail's roaring stomach argued in favor of the leaders choice and Robintail padded lightly over to the pile to select a meal for herself. She gave a respectful nod to Spiderstar as she approached but said not one word since he wasn't one she usually conversed with. Her thin paw went forward and rolled a shrew to the side so Robintail could examine it. Robintail wasn't picky about her meals, but after once biting a spoiled mouse and becoming very ill Robintail had become very careful.

[Keriae]

(Eh? Recap?)

[Tomori]

...:βяιɢнтκιт:...

She swore she was going insane. There was a FOX. Right in front of Swiftkit and he wasn't afraid. It seemed to bark and growl at him, but Swiftkit would bark and growl back. 'Can he speak fox? Is he THAT mousebrained?' She shakily got up and crawled into an abandoned squirrel's nest, just small enough to fit. "Please, StarClan... Make sure Swiftkit lives!" She begged, her green eyes that lit up like fireflies gazed hopelessly at the stars.

[Isiaela]

(so cute!)
Иαмɛ
"Um, hello? Well, my name is Nightpaw, but I hope to be called Nightshade one day!"

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
"Uh, I'm male."

Aɢɛ
"Hey, that's not very polite of you to ask my age, but I'll tell you. I'm a newly made apprentice, see? So I'm about 7 moons old!"

Яαиκ
"I told you, right? I'm pretty sure I told you......" Apprentice.

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
"Hah! I want to be a warrior, then a deputy, then leader! Leader, leader, leader!"

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
"Me? Um, well....." Nightpaw is a young, excitable cat. He is very enthusiastic to please his mentor and will do almost anything someone older and more experienced than him says. But this tom is not an idiot, if something seems wrong, he will immediately go to his mentor/leader. Whichever one. Yet Nightpaw is shy, and doesn't really like to reveal info about himself or talk to strangers. And Nightpaw is afraid of his clan being disbanded or destroyed, and is also (weirdly) afraid of spiders. Large, hairy, spiders. Nightpaw's history is a clouded one. All he knows about his family is that they died and they came from a Clan, and he was only 2 moons old when it happened. Then he was part of TimberClan.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
[i"Oh, um, my fur?? Can't you see?" *confused expression* Nightpaw has medium-length fur, about 2 1/2 inches long. It feels really silky and smooth, and the color is as black as obsidian, a pure ebony color. However, on his tail it becomes much shorter until its about 3/4 inches at the tip of his tail. His belly fur is also short, but not as short as on his tail-its about 1 inch long. His ears have a tuft of fur on the top, like a caracal's. (Ex: http://static.panoramio.com/photos/orig ... 0.jpg) That fur is pretty short, but longer than the belly fur-about 5/6 of an inch long.[/i]

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
"Well, my eyes are supposedly the color of Peridots and Emeralds mixed together.....Whatever that means." Nightpaw's eyes are the color of Peridots and Emeralds, sorta. Emeralds are a deeper green than Peridots, and Peridots is a much lighter color, therefore, if you mix them together you get a pretty, middle-ish light green color. Let's just say that Nightpaw's eyes are the color of a summer leaf.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
"Um, can't you see....?" *REALLY confused expression* Nightpaw's body is medium-sized, average for an apprentice. He has a long tail that tapers to a point. (Ex: ((look at the tail)) http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/284 ... 2.jpg) He has a lithe body, in the middle of heavy and thin-average weight, again. Although Nightpaw doesn't look graceful, he isn't exactly clumsy, either. His ears are like Frozenheart's:

her ears are isosceles triangles, but look like equilateral triangles (uh, you might not know what I mean, what I mean by that is that her ears' sides look equal, but they're actually not, they sort-of are longer on the sides and smaller on the bottom).

Ƙιи
"I.....don't really have any, except....well, no, none. I have no living kin."
No Living Kin
Deceased Kin:
Mother-Hallowlight
Father-Beesting
Sisters-
Older: Creamfur
Younger: Silverfall

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
"Um, I think I was from ShadowClan? I'm not sure......" He was from ShadowClan.

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
"Um no, I don't have a mate or a crush yet......" I'll update this (and Frozenheart's, but that one's unlikely ) if/when he gets them/one.

Ѳтнɛя
Love Rainbow color, 24 is my favorite number, and I love all seasons but winter and summer the best! Not sure if I'll RP both often, and not even sure if I'll RP both, but I"ll try.

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

ƒℓαмєραω

Mood: Pleasantly Surprised, yet Somewhat Disappointed
Status: Apprentice, Female, 11 Moons Old
Location: Sitting Near the Tall Boulder
Action: Cheering for Kestrelfeather and Pigeonsong
Action To: Kestrelfeather and Pigeonsong

The red tabby blinked. What, Kestrelfeather is deputy?? Not Whiterun? Oh well, I guess Miststar would only choose the right cat. And, hey! Pigeon is now a warrior! Pigeonsong...Hmm.... Shaking off her disappointment, Flamepaw grinned and raised her head to look at the new deputy. The she-cat's ears twitched as she started to yowl, "Kestrelfeather! Kestrelfeather! Kestrelfeather! Pigeonsong! Pigeonsong! Pigeonsong!" Her tail twitched, thumping on the ground enthusiastically. Her emerald green eyes sought out the brown-and-white tabby and the new loner-turned-warrior.

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Mood: Slightly Disappointed, Yet Excited
Status: Warrior, Male, 25 Moons Old
Location: Near Tall Boulder
Action: Cheering for Kestrelfeather and Pigeonsong
Action To: Kestrelfeather and Pigeonsong

Eyes wide, the blue-gray tabby gaped for a moment at Kestrelfeather, then started yowling, even if he was a touch disappointed. "Kestrelfeather! Kestrelfeather! Kestrelfeather! Pigeonsong! Pigeonsong! Pigeonsong!" The tom yowled, as his left ear flickered. Well, it's only right that its not me, I haven't been with the clan very long. Kestrelfeather will make a good deputy. I hope that Pigeonsong will make a good warrior, as I haven't known her at all. Galefall stopped cheering for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

((Done!))

[Isiaela]

((@Its not semi-lit based on length, its based on content. So if your sentences are simple full and descriptive, then thats ok :3))
((@Cheshires_Heart accepted!))
((And I think we can start now!))

⊱ ⊱ ƨ ρ ι ∂ ɛ я ƨ т α я ⊰ ⊰

• 29 мσσиƨ • ℓɛα∂ɛя • αρρяɛитιcɛ: Ғℓαмɛραω • ♂ •

" Ƭнɛ ƨʋи ιƨ ƨнιиιиɢ ɛʌɛяʏ ∂αʏ, вʋт ιтƨ ғαя αωαʏ; σʌɛя тнɛ ωσяℓ∂ ιƨ ∂ɛαтн... "

Spiderstar emerged from his den and stretched in the light of dawn. The morning mist tickled his nose and he flicked his whiskers, looking around and admiring the brave, colorful flowers growing on the land so many cats had died on. He paused and his mind went quiet. No one else seemed to be awake, but he could hardly hold still. He made his way to the apprentice den, sticking his head inside. "Flamepaw, wake up. Lets go on a hunting patrol." When he saw the apprentice stir, he ducked back out and walked over to the warriors den. "Littlehawk, Frozenheart," he hissed quietly into the den. "Wake up; hunting patrol. And Duststorm, could you take care of the rest of the patrols for today?" He knew they could hear him; they never let him down before. Usually he did not ask his deputy to do something so obvious, but being the curtious tom he is, he liked to make sure she knew he was only assigning one patrol, not the rest. He ducked out of that den and sat by the fresh kill pile, smoothing out some tufts of fur as he waited for his patrol to arrive.

ƒяσzєηнєαят
'тσ ℓσνє ιѕ тσ ∂єѕтяσу, ѕσ ωнαт υѕє ιѕ α нєαят?'

ѕтαтυѕ: ѕнє-¢αт, ωαяяισя, ησ ¢яυѕн, мαтє σя αρρяєηтι¢є, 25 мσσηѕ σℓ∂
мσσ∂: ....¢αℓм??
ℓσ¢αтιση: ...ηєαя ѕρι∂єяѕтαя
ℓσνє ιηтєяєѕт: ησηє, αη∂ {ρяσвαвℓу} ωση'т gєт αηу
α¢тιση: ωαℓкιηg συт σƒ ωαяяισя'ѕ ∂єη тσωαя∂ѕ ѕρι∂єяѕтαя
α¢тιση тσ: ѕρι∂єяѕтαя

Frozenheart stirred at Spiderstar's words. For a small moment of the day, the pure white she-cat was vulnerable, stretching and getting up, moving separate body parts to wake herself up. Her dull amber eyes flickered open, and then that small moment was over and the warrior was alert, ready-to-go. Frozenheart pushed herself up out her nest, then strode past the different cats, sleeping and resting. Soon the she-cat was out in the clearing. She searched the camp and spotted the form of Spiderstar by the fresh-kill pile. Striding boldly over, Frozenheart sat down next to her leader and began grooming her pure white pelt. "Good morning, Spiderstar."

[Keriae]

(Eh? Recap?)

[darĸнowl]

.: M O O N S H A D E :.

A beautiful she-cat slept in the warriors den. Her nest was warm and comfy, but nothing could comfort her in her sleep; outside the waking world. In the gloom of the den, you could hardly spot her- only the best eyes would be able to, for her pelt was so dark. She was a lovely dark grey tabby, with a slight silver undercoat, but the silver was unnoticeable away from light. Her tabby stripes were nearly black but not so. Her chest rose and fell quickly, for she was dreaming. But she was not stuck in a mindless, butterfly chasing dream, she was trapped in a nightmare. She was watching her clanmates die. All fighting for their lives desperately, but no. There were too many of them- too many rogues.
Moonshade was not dreaming about Thunderclan, or Timberclan for that matter; but her birth-clan: Stoneclan. It had been obliterated completely by a rogue clan called Nightclan that had forced their way into the territory to claim. It was ruled by a blood-thirsty, cruel leader along with his cruel "warriors". To real warriors, those rogues were lower than dogs. But Stoneclan fought bravely, despite their constant losses. Moonshade was only just a young, newly-named warrior then named Moonheart. But her age didn't hold back the obvious power she had and skill with fighting. She fought valiantly, trying to defend her friends and clanmates but for every one Stoneclan warrior, three Nightclan cats would bring him down. Moonheart's body was ruined, the blood of other cats covering her paws, and her own blood smeared along her flanks and back and neck from her deep wounds that were inflicted. Then she saw him. The brown tabby tom with amber eyes that had once made her feel secure, and happy, and... loved. But what was he doing?! He was slaughtering her own clanmates- HIS own clanmates! "Tigerstripe, stop it! Please; what are you doing?!" she would screech to him in fury and confusion. He would turn to her with wild eyes and smile evilly. Then Firestorm came for her. Firestorm; the only cat close enough to Moonheart to be called family, her old mentor, her friend. Despite his brave actions, Tigerstripe killed him right in front of the young she-cat he'd pretended to love.
"NO!" her cry would ring out in her pain and loss and confusion, but he would onl laugh horribly. He pinned her down easily, even though she was trying her hardest to wiggle away from his claws. He leaned in close, with his fiery eyes burning into her own beautifully dark, indigo eyes, and hiss, "Oh and one more thing," He leaned in close and rubbed his muzzle against her soft cheek and sent a shiver down Moonheart's spine. That touch had once made her love him; now he was mocking her. "...I don't love you." He pulled back, winking, and beat her so hard, she hardly remembered what happened. All she could see were the bodies of her clanmates falling lifelessly to the ground, bathed in their own blood.
She thought she would be next, but then everything went quiet for the first time since the war started and Tigerstripe disappeared, leaving her there as a broken, helpless soldier unable to stand. Her body was so damaged, she though she'd join her clanmates in Starclan that night; but she didn't.

Moonshade woke with a start, chest heaving for breath. Her body was trembling and her dark fur on end. Her beautiful, yet broken, eyes were as wide as two moons and she was so confused for a moment. Then, after trying to wrap her mind around why she'd have that nightmare after so many moons of peaceful nights, she shook her head with a sigh and stood unsteadily. She stretched and padded out into the clearing, blinking up at the sun. She looked down, feeling sad now, and groomed her fur in camp. Her eyes were glancing around the camp, looking at all her new and old clanmates. I will never get used to this...

(( ^ just a lil' bit of my girl's history from the Thunderclan RP ; ) ))

[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.

[ Anyone want to talk to Cinderpaw? c: ]