<.:Flameclan & Mistclan:.> V.2 - Semi-lit

[lunar-lynx]

May I reserve the medicine cat spot for FlameClan, please? I must go now, but I'll complete the form as soon as possible. ^^

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-{ lyrics from cat's theme song here } -

{ .Username. }
{ .Character Name. }
{ .Gender. }
{ .Age. }
{ .Clan. }
{ .Rank. }
{ .Desired Rank. }
{ .Description [ie. fur colour/length, eyes, size, ect]. }
{ .Personality. }
{ .Kin. }
{ .Crush. }
{ .Mate. }
{ .Kits. }
{ .History. } (OPTIONAL):

{{FlameClan Medicine Cat is taken already ;) MistClan Medicine Cat is open at the moment though. I can't give you an answer about reserving though. That's Dark's call ^^}}

[ephemeral.light]

May I please have FlameClan's medicine cat then? :3


^ Not an extremely accurate image of her, but it's close enough ^.

{ .Username. } nemesis~
{ .Character Name. } Tidalpaw
{ .Gender. } Female
{ .Age. } Eight moons
{ .Clan. } FlameClan
{ .Rank. } Medicine cat apprentice?
{ .Desired Rank. } Medicine cat apprentice
{ .Description [ie. fur colour/length, eyes, size, ect]. } Tidalpaw is the exact definition of the word "pretty". Meaning that, while she's not good looking enough to be beautiful, she's certainly to the point where she'll have several toms giving her a second glance. She's quite small in size, and her fur is a silky, long brown tabby color. The base color is made up tufts of dark brown, and several darker smudges of black can be seen running along her back. Her fur is long, providing warmth and body heat during the winter time. The fur on her right ear and tail tip melts gently into a frosty white color. The fur on her underbely also lightens progressively.

Her eyes are the best thing about her and are what gave her her name. Her eyes are a sparking, electric blue always filled with life. If you one looked closely, he would notice lighter flecks of an ocean green.

{ .Personality. } Tidalpaw almost has two different personalities - one that she uses with her Clanmates and another that she uses with the MistClanners. She's kind and gentle towards other fellow FlameClanners for the most part, and she treats them as a family. She generally will refuse to believe anything negative about any of her Clanmates, and takes great pride in herself and her "family". Unless she's taken an absolute dislike to a particular cat within FlameClan, she's usually on good terms with everyone.

Then there's that nasty form of her that is ever-present against MistClanners. She harbors an almost unnatural distrust towards MistClanners , blaming them for all that goes wrong in the forest and always turning to them as the cause for every single problem. She despises them with a passion, and wishes that they were out of the forest for good. She's pretty much on the extremist side regarding MistClan.

{ .Kin. }
Starlingfeather - {Mother}
Iceblaze - {Father}
Eveningsky - {Distant cousin}
{ .Crush. } None
{ .Mate. } None
{ .Kits. } One
{ .History. } : [/size]

[darĸнowl]

(( accepted. ill add her soon and I want more members before we start. Oh and make sure you finish the form soon.. I just got one of my friends, Roses.in.the.rain, to join soon ;3 I want to fill up at least most of the ranks before we post. You think you could "advertise" this to some people you know who post in Semi-Lit form??? ))

{{I'll post it at the Semi-Lit RPers Club if you like ^^
Oh, and remind me not to mess with my forms early ever again xD
I was messing with mine before you even did Moonshade because I had time while I was waiting to leave to.. Well, ya know ;D
I didn't even realize you'd changed the form up until later x3
I'll change mine to what you've got. Do we have to have theme songs though? I'm sorry but I don't really have theme songs for my characters.. o.O}}

(( hahaha ok, wolves. That's cool. And... well, if you really don't know anything, just strike it out and don't worry about it ))

[darĸнowl]

[ I might join. c: ]

(( yay! Oh btw, Im in love with your sig and avatar.... {HG freak, too} ))

[darĸнowl]

(( all accepted. Adding now ))

[Ditzy Doo]

(Hey, Dark. Am I still your mini-mod? ^^)

[lucee]

(Oh yeah, and what do the dens look like? Or can we make it up?)

[darĸнowl]

(( I guess they'll look like a regular camp.... kinda like the ones in the books. lol Im just too lazy now to find pics or descriptions for that at the moment. Oh and sure, Camo. ROSES. You got a mockingjay pin?!?!?! YAY! I got one right when the movie premiered at the theater b/c they were all sold out here anywhere you went xD ))

[lucee]

( Bumpie)

[skeletor]

-{ What if I walked without you?
What if I ran without you?
What if I stand without you?
I could n o t go on.

What if I lived without you?
What if I loved without you?
What if I died without you?
I could n o t go on.

You left my side tonight,
And I, I just don't feel right,
But I, I can't let you out of sight.
Without you I'm n o o n e,
I'm nothing at all.} -

{ .U s e r n a m e .}
.яαηcιd.
{ .C h a r a c t e r N a m e. }
"Silentpaw." {Silentstep}
{ .G e n d e r. }
She-cat.
{ .A g e. }
"8 moons."
{ .C l a n. }
"MistClan is where my loyalty lies."
{ .R a n k. }
"Apprentice."
{ .D e s i r e d R a n k. }
"I want what every apprentice wants; to be a warrior."
{ .D e s c r i p t i o n. }
Silentpaw is a slightly small sized she-cat -though that may be because of her current age- with a slender and well-fed look about herself. Her paws are quite noticeably large, making her quite uncoordinated, and leaving her poor at travelling long distances, or hunting in general. Despite this, her powerful legs and menacing teeth could help make up for that when any form of fighting comes around. The young apprentice's pelt is long and silky, keeping her warm during harshest of winters; though it will often get caught on sharp brambles when hunting for prey, and make it difficult for her to swim through water. It's clear she feels the need to constantly keep up with her physical appearance, and her sleek, grey fur is usually slick and shiny. She has a small marking of white across her chest and a white fleck on the end of her muzzle. Her piercing eyes could easily be described as the colour of warm honey; though, always seeming to be narrowed sceptically as she looks at you.
{ .P e r s o n a l i t y. }
Silentpaw is a slightly cynical she-cat as she finds that it comes as a second nature to her personally. The young she-cat is easily provoked by others, but somehow maintains a quiet dignity about her that shows she's not one to put up with the fool hearted. She is also sensitive to lies and decipherment, a skill which has served her well over the past moons. She's what you'd call an intuitionist, relying on her instincts to judge a cat's personality. This has made her extremely judgmental and hostile towards other cats, and though she likes to keep up appearances, she dislikes the thought of being deceived. Silentpaw is known to be quite offhand or rude to toms. It has been said that the young she-cat acts too much on impulse, and seems to think her way is always the right way. This is mainly why she always needs to be put back into line. She seems to think that respect has to be earned, and the only way to earn her respect would be to fight her. The young she-cat dose enjoy fighting as it is what she is best at, and when she's not fighting she's basically looking quite plain or...well, bored.
{ .K i n. }
Squallpaw: brother- alive.
Twitchstep: father- unknown.
Scarear: mother- deceased.
{ .C r u s h. }
"Toms are mouse-brains."
{ .M a t e. }
"..."
{ .K i t s. }
"I'm just going to ignore most of what you say now."
{ .H i s t o r y. }
Silentpaw was born and raised in MistClan, being the one the two kits born in her litter. Her father was a loyal and reasonably skilled warrior, who had also been raised as a Clan Cat since his own birth. He was known about the clan for his flippant and rather flirtatious nature, and only shortly after his mate, Scarear, had given birth to Silentpaw and Squallpaw, he left the clan in order to become mates with a loner. Apparently he had -at one point- attempted to get the loner to join the Clan, but she had refused, and instead influenced that he would leave his Clan in order to stay by her side. Well, of course both Silentpaw and her mother were embarrassed by this fact; though her mother was more enraged than embarrassed. So Silentpaw was raised alongside her brother, and taught that all toms were simply sleazy little fox-hearted mouse-brains that shouldn't be trusted. Her mother had even tried to make an example out of Squallpaw, saying 'whatever you do, don't let that mouse-brained child turn out like all the other toms here'. Not long after Squallpaw and Silentpaw were apprenticed, their mother died. Silentpaw personally thought her mother’s death hit her the hardest, as she and her mother were practically seeds of the same fruit. But Squallpaw was so used to being called a lazy mouse-brain by both of the she-cats, that he found it hard to only get called it by one cat. Still, both siblings soon found that life moved on, and they hurried along to catch up with it.

-{E v e r y t h i n g I do is bittersweet.
You could tell me secrets, that I'd probably repeat.
I'm not trying to h u r t you,
I just l o v e to speak.
It feels like we're p u l l i n g teeth;
So b i t t e r s w e e t.} -

{ .U s e r n a m e.}
.яαηcιd.
{ .C h a r a c t e r N a m e. }
"Squallpaw's the name." {Squallstrike}
{ .G e n d e r. }
"Tom, the last time I checked."
{ .A g e. }
"8 moons and counting."
{ .C l a n. }
"MistClan!"
{ .R a n k. }
"An apprentice...for now."
{ .D e s i r e d R a n k. }
"Well, I'll be the leader, of course."
{ .D e s c r i p t i o n. }
Squallpaw is built around about the average height for a normal tom of his age, with a rather robust appearance that often gives others the impression of a common rouge; though his ribs are quite honestly prominent. His muscles are light, but ripple distinctively beneath his thick, tabby-striped fur. The young tom's pelt is fairly shaggy in appearance, and slightly matted in some parts; showing off his impatience with trivial things such as grooming. His pelt pattern is noticeably common, being that of the average brown tabby; brown with darker, almost black stripes riddling through. Though, his fur has noticeable tints of brownish-ginger in it, more clearly on his ears, maw and tail. There is a small, white marking on his chest, and two toes of white on his left, front paw. His eyes are a deep, murky hazel; a lifeless green in colour, with a ring of dull beige. Though when a fight arises, his eyes look as sharp as two glinting stones of emerald with a golden-topaz outer lining.
{ .P e r s o n a l i t y. }
Squallpaw is talkative, with an arrogant attitude to most of everything. It's quite rare that he takes anything seriously, and he seems to be quite the joker and tease. The young tom's also quite the boast when around other cats, loving to show off and big himself up in front of others; in a rather kit-like way, may I add. He has a gained a fairly unreliable reputation because of this, and will often be referred to as a 'goofy and lazy mouse-brain' by his sister; though when he feels the clan is in jeopardy he'll swiftly become the serious cat that had once shown potential as a great apprentice. Okay, so hand's down he's quite definitely a short-tempered, easily distracted tom, and will often try to do things in his own way. This can be quite troublesome and hard to handle, but it's best to remain calm and firm at those times, as he tends to do things along those lines when he's bored or simply looking for a reaction. He seems to enjoy winding other cats up -particularly his sister- and mostly dose certain things to press on her their nerves; though he knows not to start at a bad time. Despite this, Squallpaw is one to look to in times of uncertainly, as he has an uncanny skill for sticking to a task like a tick on an elder. In his spare time, he enjoys sharing tongues with warriors; though many say the only reason he acts so social towards them, is only so he can scrape up some tips. In all, Squallpaw is a arrogant and boastful apprentice, who shows some potential, but still has a long way to go.
{ .K i n. }
Silentpaw: sister- alive.
Twitchstep: father- unknown.
Scarear: mother- deceased.
{ .C r u s h. }
"I don't remember that being any of your business!"
{ .M a t e. }
"I'm, like, 8 moons old. No way."
{ .K i t s. }
"Seriously?"
{ .H i s t o r y. }
His history is like a mirror held up to Silentpaw's so there isn't much else that could be added.

-{I never walked so f a r,on a lonely street;
With no one there for m e.
It took to l o n g to see, her in misery,
And now it's c l e a r to me,
That i t ' s worth the pain, always take the blame,
for all your own i n s i c u r i t i e s .
How did I e v e r let you go?} -

{ .U s e r n a m e.}
.яαηcιd.
{ .C h a r a c t e r N a m e. }
"Mirestride."
{ .G e n d e r. }
"Tom."
{ .A g e. }
"26 moons."
{ .C l a n. }
"FlameClan."
{ .R a n k. }
"Warrior."
{ .D e s i r e d R a n k. }
"I am content with my warrior status."
{ .D e s c r i p t i o n. }
Mirestride is a largely built tom with a powerful, lithe structure; which lets him stand taller than most cats he confronts. His nimble legs are longer than most, and allow him to move in an elegant fashion; though, it leaves him looking slightly weak or frail of body according to others. Despite this, the lithe tom should not be underestimated, as he moves with surprisingly graceful deadliness for what would appear to be a ''gangly' bone structure. The sleek tom's slight set muscles ripple lightly from under his pelt, making him quite powerful in both appearance and action. His ears are large, even for a tom of his breed, and look pointed at the tips; set quite close together atop his head. His claws are large, quite hooked, and stand out a bold black against his patched pelt, ideal for gripping the ground for support and balance. Though, whatever beauty may have been in his structure previously is ruined by a hideously large scar that leaves most of his left side bare and aching; some tuffs of white fur showing along his ribcage. The scar stretches from his neck down past his stomach, leaving his hind left leg to be slightly-dragged across the ground in a somewhat lopping pace; though as the moons passed, his leg became stronger and more efficient. Though, it left the graceful tom as a poor hunter, and restricted him from things such as climbing or swimming.
The lithe tom has extremely short fur, that protects him very little from leaf-bare and it's chills. The fur is continuous on the right side of his body, with little to no scars showing any previous fights he may have endured. Though there is no fur, so to speak, on the left side of his body, and even the pelt that has managed to grow, has grown in patches of white around the withered skin. He has a base colour of ivory white on his pelt, with large markings of a dirt-brown on his face, neck and back area. There is also a noticeable patch of brown over the whole of his right, front leg.
His eyes are quite large, and almond shaped; a cold, distant green in their colour. Though his expression usually takes on a stoic taint, his eyes are clouded with wisdom beyond his years.
{ .P e r s o n a l i t y. }
Stoic and serious. Mirestride is surprisingly wise beyond his given years, and will not be pushed into doing anything that seems "unsuitably idiotic" as he calls it. He's the type of tom that takes most things calmly in his stride, and almost never fails to impress when he feels the need to actually try. Although the tom is not overly aggressive, he does tend to have a much more violent or irritable view on life, and is sometimes prone to using cleverly disguised sarcasm to enlighten that matter. There is a dark and almost dangerous aura about Mirestride, and it is sometimes not at all clear whether he is actually attempting to subtly force against the warrior code, or if he is simply loyally following the clan; mainly due to his uncanny ability to conceal his actions and emotions. He's quite a challenging tom, in his own subtle way; though it appears that this side of him only appears around the more forward-fashioned of cats. His heart, or what is left of it, is set solely against rouges and kittypets; though he had been a loner, before being taken in by the clan. He has been internally struggling with keeping his emotions and opinions at bay; though he has done so thus far, in following orders given without question. Despite his initial calm and steady way of dealing with most situations, and his battle-wise personality, he is still quite young and inexperienced compared to most others; this can lead him to making terrible decisions that can put others in quite awkward situations.
{ .K i n. }
"There is no better sound than silence." -He has no relations left that he knows of.
{ .C r u s h. }
"I do not care much for things of that sort."
{ .M a t e. }
"Dead, for all I know."
{ .K i t s. }
"..."
{ .H i s t o r y. }
When Mirestride was younger, -known by his mother as 'Mire' at the time- he was a simple loner; living with both his mother and brother in the forest. He was quite the fearless young tom, and so he and his brother would go on regular adventures, often challenging each other to do daring and idiotic things, which mainly resulted in them getting scolded. Well, unless he lied and fluttered his big, green eyes.
On one of their little trips the two brothers came across a badger's burrow. The two siblings hadn't ever seen a badger, and had ignored their mother’s warnings to stay away from them; daring each other to investigate the hole. When they were about a tail length away from the burrow, a large beastly head slowly rose out of the whole; Followed by a thickly furred neck, and broad shoulders. The creature's onyx eyes were fixed on the two young toms, daring them to move even an inch; a badger. That's what it must have been, seeing as its large white head, decorated with two black stripes, had appeared from the badger's burrow.
Mire had made a weird squealing sound, scrambling backwards in a sudden panic. He'd never been put in such a dangerous situation before, and was quite honestly scared out of his wits. He never noticed his brother hadn't moved at all, not even a kit-leap away from the Badger. He was just standing there, eyes wide, and body trembling. The badger sunk its jaws into the other tom's back, tearing at him with its claws.
Mire had never felt so terrified, so vulnerable, in his life. All he could do was watch as his brother was shredded under the great weight of the vicious beast. He was too scared to help... to save his sibling. Only as his brother's bloody body sank to the floor, did he finally realize exactly what was happening. He lunged at the badger, knowing it was already far too late to save his kin, but wanting to avenge his brother’s death, even if it cost him his life. The badger easily overpowered him, pinning him down under its sheer weight, and raking its hind claw down his side.
By now his mother had realized her two children had been missing for too long a time, and had scented them back to the badger burrow, only to find one of them dead, and the other quite nearly dying. She attempted to drive the badger away, at the cost of her own life. The result wasn’t at all pleasant… and not something Mirestride often ponders. Though, he dose often think about how he ran away; well, it wasn’t exactly too be called running… more like dragging himself away while wailing pathetically about the pain that tore through his body.
He would have died that day, cold and alone on the forest floor, had it not been for a young she-cat named Flax. She was a moon or two older than him, and had a distant knowledge with herbs, which in turn saved his life. After that day they remained as close as family, two young cats against the world! Never having to look back ever again! Yeah, it was good while it lasted… which wasn’t very long.
The two of them, unfortunately, stumbled across a couple of territorial rouges. They were battered about a bit, but the double team were both strong and stubborn none the less. After reviling that they weren’t young enough to be pushover’s, they were accepted –against their will, may I add- as part of the rouge’s ‘family’. Not much of a family, just a bunch of your average rouges; the strongest of them making most of the decisions.
The rouges were clearly deranged unorganised, and constant fights broke out among each of them on a daily basis. It seemed that not one of them could hold it together for long enough to actually coexist with each other. Still, the two of them allowed themselves to settle into the fairly simple life of a rouge, and though the food they ate themselves wasn’t exactly top-notch, they were grateful not to be anything more than themselves. Despite their initial uncertainly, they found that living with the rouges meant extra protection. Safely in numbers, or so they say.
Moons later, the two close friends became the closest of mates; producing two beautiful kits. Sadly, one of those very kits was born still; a great loss for Mire and Flax, but bearable so long as they had their surviving kitten with them. It lasted for awhile. The small flicker of happiness they had together; a whole moon to be exact. Though, it appeared to be a remarkably small kitten to those who hadn’t seen it’s more petite, deceased sibling. Sadly, It wasn’t long before both the kit and the mother fell ill with an unidentified disease… all Mire could do was watch them both grow weaker and weaker as the days passed.
The rouges had come to the decision to move on from their camp, and find another spot in the forest, where prey weren’t scarce. Of course Mire requested permission from the strongest of the rouges, for them to stay in the same make-shift ‘camp’. Just for awhile longer, until his mate and kit were well enough to move on… He was rejected without a single bat of an eyelid. The kit died that same day. Mire selfishly abandoned the rouges and his mate, before he had to watch the same happen to her. After the death of his second child, he was enraged; though, he knew he could never express this anger openly. He grew to loathe anything everything to do with loners and rouges, and in the tragic motion of abandoning his mate, he allowed himself to increase in strength and independence.
He found himself to be extremely untrusting of other cats, more often than not, feeling that they were lying to him through their teeth. He hated their words, and didn’t much like their company at all. Though, it wasn't long after that he ran into a FlameClan patrol. It was a life-changing decision for FlameClan to accept him, as by doing that, they allowed him to finally relax around others. After earning his place and trust among the Clan, he finally began to settle back into a life of his own. It didn’t feel at all normal, but it was better than he could have ever hoped for. He is still quite openly hostile to loners and rouges, but feels secure in the clan. It is -as he would say- a real family.

-{It don't m a t t e r where I'm g o i n g or what I d o;
I'll always come b a c k, I'll always come b a c k to y o u.
And I've got this f u n n y feeling,
That I'll be seeing you s o o n.
I always come h o m e, I always come home to y o u.} -

{ .U s e r n a m e.}
.яαηcιd.
{ .C h a r a c t e r N a m e. }
"I'm Galepaw." {Galesting}
{ .G e n d e r. }
"Quite undoubtedly a tom."
{ .A g e. }
"That'd be 9 moons."
{ .C l a n. }
"FlameClan."
{ .R a n k. }
"An apprentice."
{ .D e s i r e d R a n k. }
"Well, I wouldn't mind becoming a Deputy. That'd be pretty cool."
{ .D e s c r i p t i o n. }
Neither strikingly attractive, nor completely repulsive to look at. Galepaw is a lean built, young tom-cat, with strong legs that carry him swiftly over even ground. His ears are slightly small, and are rounded at their points; with a noticeable snip at the base of the left one. His long tail is also visibly kinked near the very tip, leaving him quite unbalanced when jumping or swimming; not that it'd stop him from trying. The young tom's fur is sleek and quite well groomed, though there are some small scars that riddle through the coarse fur on his legs; marking the many times he has fallen over due to sheer lack of co-ordination. His pelt is generally a very light shade of tabby brown for its base, though there are patches of pale ginger around his face, back and tail tip. There are markings of white-grey on the tip of his muzzle, and his underbelly. His orbs are a mismatched hue; one being dappled shade of teal, with gentle rings of pallid blue around the iris, while the other stands out a piercing amber.
{ .P e r s o n a l i t y. }
Galepaw is a calm and relaxed tom, by his own nature. He often tends to be more social rather than hostile, and though he can sometimes seem slightly impatient, he has a gentle heart. The young tom seems to act based on his emotions instead of meaningless reason, and manages to throw himself into difficult situations because of that. His thoughts and opinions are solid and will rarely change to suit others; making it clear that he isn't one to take advice from someone he considers too 'logic based.' When about the clan, he appears to be friendly and laid-back, though some may comment he is slightly too laid back. He is aiming to become a sensible and reasonable warrior, who pushes themselves to their limits. So far he has very nearly managed to become responsible, but is by no means sensible. He dislikes looking back into the past, as he finds it idle and distracting, so instead he has a fierce passion for looking towards the future. The young tom relies on his speed to help him in any fights he may get reeled into, and that along with his surprisingly swift thinking usually aids him greatly. He may not be the most intelligent or strongest of toms you'd meet, but his inventive and creative techniques usually allow him to fight just as well as one.
{ .K i n. }
"Uh..."
{ .C r u s h. }
"I'm not sure I should tell you that...""
{ .M a t e. }
"I'm still an apprentice, you know?"
{ .K i t s. }
"They're pretty neat. I try to play with them when I can."
{ .H i s t o r y. }
Galepaw's mother, Cadence, was an average kitty-pet of the worse kind; soft to the core and completely gutless. Her day consisted of sleeping, eating and strolling around the back garden in a distant daze. It was on one of these strolls that she first met a lone tom-cat named Rustle. Day after day the tom would come and perch on the fence that separated her home from the forest, and speak of great adventures and strange feral cats that went by the name of Warriors. Rustle told her about the encounters he'd had with these cats, and how he'd been offered to join the clan... though he was unsure... Galepaw's mother told the tom to follow his heart, and the following day Rustle was gone. Moons passed and Cadence gave birth to two beautiful kits, but sadly one was born still, causing the new mother much grief. With a mixture of confusion and anger, the nursing mother took her surviving kit and ventured into the forest, hoping that somehow she'd come across Rustle. Living in the forest was near impossible for the feeble Kitty-pet, and she soon fell ill. Rustle did find her... Though, his name was different... a long 'Warrior' name which she didn't care to remember. Cadence begged Rustle to take their son to the 'clan', and have him looked after by another healthier mother.