Ƭ ι м в ɛ я Ɔ ℓ α и .|. ACCEPTING

[darĸнowl]

(( Lol ))

[zoketi.]

[[hehe, lol. Sprucepaw's my cat equivalent XD]]

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^ was too large ^
Иαмɛ
Rainpaw [Rainsplatter]

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Female

Aɢɛ
8 Moons

Яαиκ
Apprentice

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Eventually, a warrior.

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Rainpaw is a demure and obedient creature. She is always willing to sympathize and comfort, and is very caring. She hates to hurt another, even when protecting her Clan, and always stands up for what is right. She can be a bit bashful at times, and sometimes she becomes awkward in her speech. She doesn't mind too much, though. She is sensitive to others' problems, will always try to lend a paw. Rainpaw does have a surprising fault--her extremely short temper. Before you could even say "mouse" she could be furious and ready to claw some fur. She sometimes has difficultly controlling her anger, and sometimes gets carried away--leading her into trouble afterward. This makes her feel quite guilty, especially if she's accidentally hurt someone in her blind rage. Other than anger, she can hide her emotions well, and doesn't force her self-pity on others. She respects boundaries, and wouldn't dream of purposefully frustrating another cat. She is sweet and kind at first glance, seemingly almost helpless. That, of course, is a very wrong assumption.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Soft, fuzzy, and even somewhat shaggy, Rainpaw's pelt is long and extravagant. Although she loves water and everything about it, her pelt sometimes disadvantages her to swimming. It is full and thick throughout, making it hold liquid easily. She manages, though, and being RiverClan, it isn't too bad. The color of her fur is a soft, cloudy gray. She has faint ripples of lighter gray on her stomach and down her legs, while her tail and ears grow darker. She has small whitish rims around her eyes, and on her muzzle as well.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Rainpaw's eyes are a lovely pale green hue. They are ever-so-slightly tinged with a yellow-chartreuse.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
For a RiverClan cat, Rainpaw is quite delicate and petite. She has a small form, and is rather lean as well. Her fur is quite long and fluffy though, and she doesn't bother to keep it super clean like so many other she-cats do.

Ƙιи
Snowsinge [mother ; deceased]
Nettlepool [father ; deceased]
Also a descendant of Ashstar.

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
RiverClan

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
Not currently.

Ѳтнɛя
:3

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

--not needed--

[darĸнowl]

(( haha Moonshade's the same with me x3 ))

[mango sherbet]

{ I guess roleplaying Mistypaw will be easy then, since I only have to post what I feel. }

[darĸнowl]

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

Moonshade looked at her paws. "Alright, if that's what you want," she said softly. She sighed, and blinked up at the spot where Sunpaw had been sitting. The dark she-cat wrapped her fluffy tail around herself, feeling cold all of a sudden. Sunpaw was suspicious of her. That made Moonshade feel uneasy. If the young she-cat honestly didn't trust her own mother, what was she to do now? Sunpaw's words really stung. You know, you being my mother and all, I should trust you completely. But I don't. I don't trust you and I don't think you're telling the truth. They made her flinch. They seemed to pierce an old wound that had healed many moons ago, but she could still feel it to this day. She closed her eyes, feeling lost. Oh Starclan... forgive me. Foxchaser already hardly saw her anymore. Now, if Sunpaw wouldn't even speak to her, she didn't know how she'd cope.
She sighed softly once more, opening her deep blue eyes, revealing her sad and troubled expression. Her ears were pinned to the back of her head and she turned to the shore. Moonshade stared at her reflection, and frowned. Who was she really? It seemed she had had to change so much in her life by force, she hardly knew anymore. Stoneclan warrior. Sister. Daughter. Fighter. Prisoner. Orphan. An exile. Rogue. Desperate. Hardly alive. Lover. Fool. Thunderclan warrior. Independent. Alive. Deputy. Confused. Timberclan warrior. Mother. Hurt. Liar. She'd been all those things in one life. It was torture. The only good parts were serving her clan and becoming a young mother to kits that she didn't even deserve to take care of for two cats who couldn't do it themselves. Silver tears began falling down her cheeks and into the stream.

(( anybody free to bump into a depressed-Moonshade? xD I don't know what to do with her now ))

[ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s]

((All accepted! I might have to go soon))

[darĸнowl]

(( thanks! ))

[♥Cheshire's_Heart♥]

Иαмɛ
Frostpaw

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Tom

Aɢɛ
Eleven moons

Яαиκ
Apprentice

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
Senior Warrior

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Frostpaw is a generally cold, unimpressed tom who tends to be rude and outspoken around everyone. It is quite a feat to earn his respect but if one does the see how Frostpaw really is. Once one has won Frostpaw's respect, they find that he is charming, witty, and even a bit comedic at times. Although few see this highly charismatic Frostpaw, it is quite a pleasantry when one does view him like this. The coldhearted Frostpaw is not very enjoyable to be around nor does he seem to abide by any rules set by those he doesn't not find respectable, which there is only a handful that he does find respectable. Frostpaw is also very overprotective of the few that he calls his friends. He doesn't really like it when they try to be closer friends with cats he doesn't like or when they butt him out of the center of attention. One can lose Frostpaw's respect a lot more easily than it takes for one to gain it. He tends to point out other cats' flaws right out in front of anyone around and then proceeds to tell them how they are to correct themselves. This and many other habits of Frostpaw have lead many others to stand away from him. He doesn't mind though, infact he likes it that way.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
Frostpaw has short, pure gray fur that appears to have a very smokey quality to it.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Amber

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
While Frostpaw is still small because he is young, he is building up a rather impressive physique. He has started developing very powerful hind legs while he gains a lot of mass to equal out his body. He has a lot of muscle, but it is still developing as the young tom develops and grows. His head is more broad than narrow and his tail is regular, not very skinny or fluffy.

Ƙιи
Echostep - Mother
Gorsepath - Father
Heatherstar - Wind Clan Ancestor

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Wind Clan

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
None

Ѳтнɛя
Red

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

See previous forms

[darĸнowl]

(( I think im gonna make a rogue from my Moonshade's past just to put some more drama in here ;3 ))

Иαмɛ
Tigerstripe

Ɯαяяισя Иαмɛ
Tigerstripe was his warrior name in his previous "clan". But since it was all a scam to that clan, he hadn't really been a true warrior. Just call him that though.

Ǥɛи∂ɛя
Tom

Aɢɛ
50 Moons. [5 moons older than Moonshade]

Яαиκ
Just a rogue

Ɖɛƨιяɛ∂ Яαиκ
He'll stay the way he is. But he may need to join sometime... just to check out the clan's real potential...

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ
Tigerstripe's a smooth, smart cat that always knows what he's doing. He's cool and icy with no feeling. BUT when he was younger, he had wanted an actual family, and so found Stoneclan. But when the leader of a rogue clan figured out he was a potential killer, he changed him quickly and so Tigerstripe tricked Moonshade into loving him once he was accepted. He will kill anything and anyone. He's a rebel and will cause any trouble he can; he's very daring and bold when he speaks, but knows when to speak and when not to. He has no problem with breaking innocent hearts. His own heart is icy and cold. He is very smart and seductive though, and can fool anyone.

Ғʋя Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
He's an extremely handsome light brown tabby with absolutely no white on his body. His tail-tip is white though but that's it. The tabby stripes are not that dark coloured, but they are somewhat obvious to spot from afar.

Єʏɛ Ɔσℓσя
Tigerstripe has icy, bright blue eyes. He was told as a kit that no other cat had eyes the colour of his.

βσ∂ʏ Ɖɛƨcяιρтισи
He's relatively large, since he was no descendant of any major clans and didn't inherit their body types. He's muscular, and has shorter legs, but they are strong. He has long claws, and extremely sharp fangs- you'll only know once he lays a killing bite on you; since in his "clan" they were trained to make sure they had deadly advantages in a fight.

Ƙιи
None. He only had his mother, and she was a loner. But she died defending him from a fox and that basically set his dark personality of her death.

Ɔℓαи σғ Ħɛяιтαɢɛ
Nope. He was never even part of the four clans and only joined Stoneclan for one whole year; Moonshade's birth clan, to spy on them.

Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт
He's never had an official mate, and didn't plan on having one in Nightclan; his rogue clan, but he did almost fall for a beautiful, young Moonheart. Moonheart was Moonshade in her real home. But Claw, the leader of Nightclan, demanded him to kill her, and he ended up leaving her alive after beating her enough to let her die alone. Claw had insisted she was the only Stonclan descendant left to suffer the pain; for no reason really, just because he was an evil cat. She lived, but Tigerstripe didn't know, and secretly almost had a sad obsession over her. He nearly still wants her with him just to say he had her, for she was the most impressive cat to him. He thought they would create fierce, amazing kits. Honestly, he would protect her, but he'd abused her so much, internally and externally, that he would make her life torture. He doesn't love anyone though; just because of that.

Ѳтнɛя
Favourite Colour [again ;3 ]: Indigo; favourite season: Summer.

Ғσямαттιиɢ Єϰαмρℓɛ

.:JOSH MELLARK:.

Josh spit the liquid out as soon as he felt it drip into his mouth. For some reason, he felt angry that the people wanted him to die. Why not send me medicine? Why not send anything to help me, you selfish bastards?! He shivered violently at his sudden loss of blood from his leg, but he ignored it. He glared at the sky in fury, then at Drake. "No. I will not die at the mercy of the Capitol's crap. We're just pieces in their Games. Toys for them to destroy at their own expense easily. They've already stolen any chances of me and you living a normal life when I stepped foot in t hat retched place. I won't drink it!" he practically snarled.
But he wasn't angry at Drake, he was angry at every person watching this for their own entertainment. He hated the Capitol. He hated the president. He hated the Hunger Games. He hated everything outside his District, really. Besides the people here that actually care about me... His eyes flashed with a brilliant energy, but he still couldn't move. "You hear that? You deserve no respect! I hate you!" he screamed up at a place where a camera was probably watching. His trembling continued and he started to moan once more after using so much energy for yelling. His head fell back down and he began to pant once more unevenly. In his hand was a small leather string, something he'd not shown anyone before. It was his token. It was a flower-shaped jewel that had secretly made it's way to District 10. Josh had bought it 2 years ago for Aurora when he told her he loved her, but she'd given it to him before the Games. His eyes closed slowly and his chest heaved.

... IN DISTRICT 10 ...

.:AURORA WINCHESTER:.

A beautiful girl with long, curly dark brown hair stood in front of a television set in the middle of an old, scrappy living room. Her arms were wrapped around her as if she felt cold and her cheeks were stained with tears. Her huge, blue eyes sparkled with fear and sadness and confusion. "What's he doing? Why is he letting himself suffer like this?" she whispered.
A woman with medium-length brown hair stood beside her with a younger girl wrapped in her arms; she had her golden-brown hair up in a messy bun. She was crying too. The woman laid her hand gently on the other girl's shoulder and mumbled, "Because he's a fighter. He's always felt like this. You know that, Aurora." The words brought pain to Josh's mother. Her children were her only joy in life. They had lost their father and Josh had done everything for his mother without a single complaint for most of his life. She looked away from the screen.
Aurora, though pained to see the boy she loved in so much suffering, couldn't tear her eyes off his face.

[Isiaela]

{Anything happen to Frozenheart/Nightpaw while I was gone? }