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

[darĸнowl]

(( Camo, Ashclaw is deputy. It wouldn't be fair to Failyn if we just switched him back to warrior. Is it alright if Lightening[star] is a warrior instead?? The clan needs more warriors anyway. And someone could make a leader if they wanted, but if not I'll make one))

[lunar-lynx]

{{Back :3 On the week of the 17th - 23rd, I'm not going to have any access to the computer or CS. Not even on my phone. I'm going to this camp and I can't bring that stuff. Can't even bring my iPod -.- But anyway, I'm just letting you know now. I'll tell you again before I go just to remind you. Changed Minnow's song. I think it fits better. Also, I finished Clover's & Wolf's histories and got them songs ^^ I might change his later, idk. The histories aren't that exciting, especially compared to my MC cats, but they're something. Maybe I'll add to them later. Made all the forms a little bit nicer too. Might add a StarClan cat soon(: Quoted my sleeping cats so they're there. Can't really do anything with them x3 The other two will definitely be slightly crappy Lol I kinda rushed to do them because I had been working on the forms for a while so I'm a little sick of typing plus it's about time for dinner Haha And you could see if Failyn wants Ashclaw to be leader, then they could just switch roles c: Just an idea.}}

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♦ MistClan • Leader • Looks • Female • 28 Moons; 9 Lives ♦



"There are things in life you'll learn and
In time you'll see
Cause out there somewhere
It's all waiting
If you keep believing
So don't run, don't hide
It will be all right
You'll see, trust me
I'll be there watching over you

Just take a look through my eyes
There's a better place
somewhere out there
Just take a look through my eyes
Everything changes
You'll be amazed what you'll find
If you look through my eyes"

The she-cat flicked her tail behind her, her shimmering eyes set on the cats in the clearing before her as they crowded around her brother, cheering his name and giving their congratulations. Cloverstar raised her muzzled and chanted his name along with them for a moment before she jumped off the HighRock. She cast a mournful look at the still body of Featherstorm and turned towards her den, her tail dragging in the dirt. She passed through the lichen and headed straight for her nest, ignoring the mouse an apprentice had brought for her earlier. Cloverstar fell into her nest on her side and pulled her tail over her. Alone, she allowed a single tear to fall down her cheek. She released a shaky breath before curling up. The she-cat close her eyes as she lay there shaking slightly, trying to escape into the darkness of a sleep without dreams.

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♦ MistClan • Warrior • Looks • Male • 28 Moons • Apprentice: Silentpaw ♦



"All is lost again
But I'm not giving in

I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away

And I'll survive, paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
I will shut the world away"

Wolfheart smiled at the she-cat as she fumbled for a response. He found it rather.. cute. "I know it's late but.." He shrugged and pulled back a bit. "Well, come on then." The tom smirked slightly as he turned on his heels and sped towards the entrance, not caring if anyone thought it odd that their new deputy was acting almost like an excited kit during his first snow-fall. Why would they anyways? He'd always been like that before and he ought to be excited right now. He glanced back once to make sure Moonshade was following before running through the thorn barrier and out into the forest. Wolfheart's blue eyes shone bright in the moonlight as he headed into the trees, the nighttime shadows surrounding him. He slowed his pace and paused just inside the treeline. He turned his gaze towards the camp entrance as he waited for her.

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♦ FlameClan • Medicine Cat • Looks • Male • 28 Moons • Apprentice: Tidalpaw ♦



"It starts with one
One thing I don't know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go"

Hawkfeather nodded in agreement. "Yeah, hopefully. I don't need anymore bad news." He glanced at her once more before focusing his attention on his visit with StarClan. Or at least attempted to. Lightheart kept popping up randomly in his thoughts. He couldn't get the pretty she-cat out of his head. He flicked his tail and stared at the moon. What's wrong with you tonight? Hawkfeather had been so absorbed in his thoughts, Lightheart's voice startled him and he jerked slightly. He flicked his tail again, this time in annoyance with himself, before looking up at her and nodding in response. He took a step forward towards the pool and crouched down in front of it, the tips of his toes touching the clear water.

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♦ FlameClan • Warrior • Looks • Female • 23 Moons • Apprentice: Hailpaw ♦



"Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'"

Minnowsong lay in the camp clearing with her head resting on her paws. She opened her jaws as a large yawn escaped her. She blinked her sleepy eyes once before deciding she needed to go her nest before she passed out in the clearing. She had been hunting most of the day and though the pile was now practically overflowing thanks to her, she was completely beat. The she-cat gave a quiet groan as she pulled herself to her paws. Minnowsong padded sleepily towards the warriors den and pushed inside. Careful not to bump into any of the sleeping forms of her clanmates, she walked through the cats until she stood before her own nest. She plopped into it and curled up immediately, too tired to care about getting super comfortable. Being that tired made her seem comfortable enough anyways. No more than a couple of minutes later, Minnowsong's slow breathing indicated she was fast alseep.

[darĸнowl]

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

-MISTCLAN-

♒ { Happy, Relieved, Excited } ♒

"The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped and I was in the darkness
So darkness I became"

Moonshade's ominous expression quickly melted away when he smiled. He looked like an excited kit, running away so quickly. She smiled at his figure moving towards the forest and got up at once. The dark warrior followed her new deputy into the forest gladly, and her smile did not disappear when she ran to catch up with him. She stood standing beside Wolfheart with her slender tail raised when she reached him. She laughed a little for the first time since her awkward encounter with him. She looked up above them, her large, dark eyes glittering intensely from the sparkling stars caught in her gaze. Moonshade took in a slow, deep breath of fresh, forest air, happy he hadn't thought her stupid in any way now. She was glad to be out with Wolfheart; the last time she'd been with the tom alone like this... was a long time ago. It felt good. The beautifully dark grey tabby she-cat stood in the darkness, lowering her face to look at Wolfheart again, still smiling. The stars seemed to be caught in her dark blue eyes, causing them to sparkle still in the night. "Where to?" she asked a little mischievously; feeling as though she were an apprentice again, just spending time with her friend like old times.

.: L I G H T H E A R T :.

-MISTCLAN-

♒ { Afraid, Anxious, Confused } ♒

"Though heavily we bled
Still on we crawl
Try to catch a cannonball.
And a slowly burning tide (oh)
Through my veins is flowing.
From my shipwreck I heard her call
And she sang

When you're tired of aiming your arrows,
Still you never hit the mark
And even if your aims are shadows
Still we're never gonna part

Come on baby don't let it break your heart"

Lightheart lowered herself down slowly against the cold, black rock. She lay still for a few moments before she tipped her graceful head towards the pool, large, midnight-blue eyes unblinking. She swallowed hard, suddenly feeling as though she didn't want to visit Starclan. There were too many things she was thinking of at the moment. Worries about her sister feeling lonely at the moment back at camp, fearing Cloverstar was now unstable because of Featherstorm's death, and her sudden wondering of her brother. She had no clue if Darkkit was even alive, but why wouldn't he be? But why the sudden interest? She didn't know. Maybe she'd find out now.
She took in a small breath, glancing at Hawkfeather again. He seemed to be a little on edge. She blinked in confusion when she saw that his facial expression seemed troubled, but she had no idea why. She smiled at him comfortingly, figuring he was nervous, like her. She blinked at him once more, and turned her gaze to the clear, dark pool. Then, she let her head rest on her paws and her pink nose slowly reached the water's surface. Almost at once, her body stiffened. Her eyes were shut closed and she let out a small hiss of pain before she felt cold after a sharp pinching throughout her body. Then she faded into a dark, dream-filled sleep awaiting her.

(( Ok, Wolves. Thanks for letting me know :3 I think switching roles would be good. We just need to ask Fay. Sorry I've taken so long; I'm working on a bunch of other charries; Lightheart & Moonshade's mother, father and brother. I might make another warrior for Flameclan but only if I can handle it after these guys xD ))

[lunar-lynx]

{{Started on my StarClan cat. It'll be Lionclaw, Hawkfeather's brother. He's at the bottom of my others. I'll finish him up tomorrow before I post. I am beat so I am heading to bed. Night <3}}

[darĸнowl]

(( Okie doke, Wolves! Im tired too but I'm nearly done 2/3 of my cats so Im trying to finish up the form I'm doing now xD I'll add Lionclaw to the ranks tomorrow. G'night! <3 ))

[darĸнowl]

"Cosmic Love"
Florence + the Machine
Video

- { "A falling star fell from you heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore though them and now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped and I was in the darkness
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart." } -

{ .Character Name. } "My name is Moonshade. Some say it has a rather dark feel to it but I like it like that."
{ .Gender. } "I'm a she-cat. Thank heavens."
{ .Age. } "Ah, I do wonder why you'd ask me this but, alright... I am 26 moons old."
{ .Clan. } "Starclan sent my sister and I to Mistclan."
{ .Rank. } "I'm a Warrior."
{ .Desired Rank. } "I'm blessed to be called a warrior. Even though I'm curious about other ranks, I'm glad to stay this way." She's always wondered what being deputy would be like, but hasn't ever thought she'd be able to handle being a leader someday. She'd like to live a long, healthy life as a warrior.

{ .Description [ie. fur colour/length, eyes, size, ect]. } "Hmm, well, my mother always told me my appearance reminded her of the moon behind clouds. The smudgy, silvery light sheltered behind the white fluffy clouds in the dead of night, with stars glittering everywhere. I'm a very dark grey cat, I guess. My eyes were only a few shades darker than a sapphire. Which.. is very dark, I think. My sister's eyes are the darkest out of the two of us, though; they're gorgeous." This she-cat is a stunning one to look at, though she doesn't know it. She's always had a very controlled, strong aura that seemed to surround her {Not literally, to 'see' xD but more to feel}. She has a very strong personality despite her sweet nature so it's not hard to tell she always knows what she's doing.
Moonshade's pelt, now, is unmistakable. Not many cats have a grey coat like hers. It's an extremely dark shade of grey, not quite charcoal but definitely not black, for that's what her tabby stripes are. She has a strong, but petite body, which hides the advantages she's got in fighting. Thanks to that, she can slip away quickly from an opponent and tackle them with a hard force. This young tabby is very attractive and definitely gets the toms' attention though she hardly notices it for no cat is brave or sweet enough to tell her she's beautiful. The tabby, jet-black stripes and intense eyes are extremely intimidating.
She's got an extremely dark grey, with blended silver (base colours mixed together) tabby coat and jet black stripes (imagine coat darker in the pics). Her cheeks, chest and most of her underbelly are pure white. The silver is hardly visible most of time, but shines from underneath the grey in direct sunlight or moonlight. When she was a kit, Moonshade didn't even look that dark, but gradually it proved that her pelt was extremely dark. The white is striking, compared to her dark grey tabby pelt and black stripes.
Moonshade has really big, blue eyes that always sparkle in the sunlight and moonlight, so dark that they seem to be a dark indigo colour in some lighting with the light purple tinting around her pupils, but most of the time they are a gorgeous, dark sea blue. They are a perfect round shape, accenting her beautiful face. Whenever they seem to sparkle in the light they seem to give off that shattered.. broken-into-a-million-pieces look.
{ .Personality. } Courageous - Mysterious - Caring. 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. Moonshade is good at hiding her emotions but she always feels bad about anything she does incorrectly; little or big. She is extremely apologetic, even when it's not necessary. She is very aggressive when it comes to rogues.
{ .Kin. } "My family... is lost to me, besides my sister. I'm not even sure whether or not the others are ok. It breaks my heart to even say that."
Dark{kit};; unconfirmed whether or not alive;; Brother
Lightheart;; alive;; Sister
Ember;; alive;; Father.
Petalthorn;; deceased ;; Mother
{ .Crush. } "..." Looking. She's always had a crush on Wolfheart; they've known each other for a long time and she's always liked him though he hardly noticed her anymore. Really wants to find someone that would love her and care for her.
{ .Mate. } "I'd love to actually find love. No one's ever shown any interest in me... But that's ok... I guess. I just don't like being lonely anymore; no matter how peaceful it may be." None
{ .Kits. } "Oh... I'd love kits. I've always wanted a family of my own. Sadly, no tom as ever told me those words in my life." None
{ .History (OPTIONAL). } "Erm... I don't really like talking about our past. My sister and I have tried to forget about it together our whole lives." Moonshade had a pretty hard and confusing past. When she was born with her brother, Darkkit, and her sister, Lightkit, their mother never told them what happened with their father until after two moons. She explained that she'd fallen in love with him, mated, had them, but he deserted her at the suggestion of clanlife. The clan rebuked her for her remaining time, even Moonkit, Lightkit and Darkkit. But they soon felt bad and let it go. After hardly over two moons, a strange tom took Moonkit and her sister away from the nursery one night.

The two she-cats till this day don't understand why Darkkit couldn't come, and it breaks Moonshade's heart now to think of her lost brother. The tom was charming and kind and smart and instantly attracted the little 3-moon-old she-cats easily. He had whispered something along the lines of ''I love you'' to her mother and she then found it was her real father. He hadn't run away after all. There were rogues he had once stuck around with that had threatened to kill his family if he joined them so he left to chase them off to protect his family. Petalthorn knew all along, and had stayed asleep that night for she couldn't bare saying goodbye to Moonkit and Lightkit- it was too painful to see her own daughter taken from her.

Moonkit's father was taking her because the rogues were coming for her alone so he needed to keep her away. They found them after a week of long trekking through the forest and confronted her father. They beat him and even innocent little Lightkit and Moonkit up. He hardly made it to Mistclan before yowling for help to save his both his daughters' lives. He asked one particular tom to take them in before the patrol appeared and he agreed to promise to keep the two safe. He ran off, fighting the rogues off one last time. Moonkit had been unconscious that whole process so she never got to say goodbye to her father. Lightkit wasn't as hurt as Moonkit and had been conscious; but it was such a long time ago that she hardly remembers what happened to Ember. To this day she still has no clue as to whether or not he's alive. Both miss him, their mother and brother desperately, but know they can't ever go back.

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"Don't Let It Break Your Heart"
Coldplay
Video

- { "And if I lost the map
If I lost it all
Or fell into the trap
Then she'd call

When you're tired of racing and you
Found you never left the start
Come on baby, don’t let it break your heart

Though heavily we bled
Still on we crawl
Try to catch a cannonball.
And a slowly burning tide (oh)
Through my veins is flowing.
From my shipwreck I heard her call
And she sang

When you're tired of aiming your arrows,
Still you never hit the mark
And even if your aims are shadows
Still we're never gonna part

Come on baby don't let it break your heart
Oh oh oh oh oh
Don’t let it break your heart
Oh oh oh oh oh
Don’t let it break your heart

Don’t let it break your heart" } -

{ .Character Name. } "Lightheart, sweetie. And you are...?"
{ .Gender. } "I'm a she-cat of course!"
{ .Age. } "Usually, I'd think it rude to ask a she-cat her age. But, I'll let it go this time. I'm 26 moons... same as my sister."
{ .Clan. } "Mistclan, of course."
{ .Rank. } "I am Mistclan's medicine cat. I'm still not sure how on earth Starclan thought I was the true cat to take on a role like this, and so young, too."
{ .Desired Rank. } "Please. I've gotten exactly what I've ever wanted like this." None

{ .Description [ie. fur colour/length, eyes, size, ect]. } "My pelt looks like the first real snow of winter, I guess. I stand out from my clanmates because I'm so white. Moonshade's got a lovely, dark pelt. It's funny how different we look but at the same time, we're the same. My brother, Darkkit, had a striking black pelt, so it made sense to us when our mother called us 'Light' and 'Dark'. My eyes are really dark, darker than Moonshade's." Lightheart has a very pretty appearance. She's definitely snowy; pure white, actually. There's absolutely no other colour on her pelt. Her fur is very soft, and a perfect medium length - just like her sister's. Her paws are delicate-looking and she hardly makes a sound when she walks around. Her tail is a regular, slim tail; but not skinny. She has a small, fit frame and her muscles aren't as hardened as Moonshade's for she doesn't train and go hunting everyday. Her beautiful face is highlighted with her stunning eyes. They're so dark, it hard to see that they're even blue because in the darkness, they practically look black. But they are a real blue; a beautiful midnight blue.
{ .Personality. } Lightheart has a more seductive, brighter personality than her sister's. It's mostly because she tried making Moonshade feel better most of their lives. Lightheart is very protective and always felt she had Moonshade has her ultimate responsibility, even when she never asked. She is quiet at times but when someone ever dares to irritate her or do something stupid around her she'll snap. She gets extremely defensive if someone hurts her sister in any way. Despite all that, she is a kind and gentle soul, especially to any younger cat. She's easily lovable and funny. She is not mysterious, like her sister and Lightheart has always admired Moonshade in her talents to hide her emotions so well. Also, Moonshade always looked independent and powerful, but Lightheart wasn't exactly that - no matter how hard she tried. Her sister had it in her her whole life. But Lightheart is equally as powerful-looking; she just doesn't feel it.
{ .Kin. } "I don't know what happened to the rest of my family. I'd like to see them again..."
Dark{kit};; unconfirmed whether or not alive;; Brother
Moonshade;; alive;; Sister
Ember;; alive;; Father.
Petalthorn;; deceased ;; Mother
{ .Crush. } "...I-I can't afford to have one. That would be against the code. Medicine cats can't love... No matter how much we want to." She won't ever tell, even if she had one.
{ .Mate. } "Like I said, the consequences would be brutal. I can't fall in love." She's actually always wanted a family but knows she can't think like that anymore.
{ .Kits. } "Ha." She'd love kits - if she could have them.
{ .History. } (OPTIONAL): ^Go look at Moonshade's history; they're exactly the same^

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"Secrets"
OneRepublic
Video

-{ "I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess

'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

My God
Amazing that we got this far
It's like we're chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars

And everyday I see the news, all the problems that we could solve
And when a situation rises, just write it into an album
Seen it straight to go
I don't really like my flow, no, so

Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Oh, got no reason, got not shame
Got no family I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'mma tell you everything

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm ick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

So tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

This time
Don't need another perfect line
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm gonna give all my secrets away

All my secrets away
All my secrets away" } -

{ .Character Name. } "I am Darkpelt. Not hard to forget; it's simple and basically describes me perfectly.''
{ .Gender. } "I'm a tom thank you very much..."
{ .Age. } "I'm 26 moons old."
{ .Clan. } "I was of Stoneclan."
{ .Rank. } "I'm obviously a Warrior."
{ .Desired Rank. } "I'm perfectly content the way I am." None.

{ .Description [ie. fur colour/length, eyes, size, ect]. } Darkpelt looks just as his name describes him. He's a jet-black tom with a strong build; resembling his father in a way but not quite as broad as Ember. He's shorter than most toms, just like Moonshade and Lightheart but he makes up for it with his muscles. He's considered very handsome and catches the she-cats' attention easily. Given his quiet personality, that just adds onto his mysterious and silent side; something he's always shared with Moonshade. Because he'd always looked ominous and hard to read, the name "dark" suited him perfectly. His legs are not long but they are slender enough. He has sharp ears and perfectly fluffed cheeks that accent his handsome face. His eyes are strange, though, for most black toms like him would have blue or green eyes. But he has his father's eyes - many different shades of browns ranging from light to dark starting from his pupils with golden flecks spread apart equally to give his round, startling eyes a bit of an electric spark to them.
{ .Personality. } Despite his relatively average size, he is a very brave cat. He tends to be the peace-keeper and keeps his distance from fights. He wasn't exactly raised up to be a killer, but will lash out without question if he's irritated or someone he knows is hurt. He absolutely adores kits, though has none of his own and is fine with that. Darkpelt is not one you would like to be enemies with as in battle he is a fighter, and knows how to injure without killing. Aside from these things he is very kind and ‘lovable’ as some would say. He has a strong heart but likes to keep to himself when questioned about any personal things in his life. He seems to have a lot of snarky comments, but behind all the sarcasm and taunting, he's sweet and kind once you get to know him.
{ .Kin. } "I only had my mother with me as I grew up. I miss having littermates and I never knew my father. I don't know if they're even alive, but that's what I'm off to find out."
Lightheart;; alive;; Sister
Moonshade;; alive;; Sister
Ember;; alive;; Father.
Petalthorn;; deceased ;; Mother
{ .Crush. } "I am not interested in that sort of thing at the moment. All I'm focused on is my family." Win his heart
{ .Mate. } "Do I look like I have a mate?" None
{ .Kits. } "... Perhaps one day. When I finally settle down. Like I said, I don't have a mate and I'm not interested yet but my own family would be nice sometime in the near future." None
{ .History. } (OPTIONAL): ^Go look at everyone else's histories. They're basically all tied together^

Darkpelt's kithood consisted of everything in Moonshade's history. Adding onto all that, he grew up as a quiet, smart and lonely tom, missing his sisters dearly. His mother claimed to have not known anything about their disappearance and he decided long ago to stop pestering her about it since she looked so heartbroken everytime he asked. He was confused all his life at why he never had a father around him to play with and look up to like most kits.

After his mother's death, the clan was separated during the storm (the storm in Petalthorn's history). Most stuck together but others couldn't find their way back. Stricken with grief, Darkpelt knew then that everyone in his family was gone. He insisted his leader to let him go off and look f or his sisters after so long and soon left Stoneclan to look for his family.

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"Beat It"
Michael Jackson
Video

- { "They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it" } -

{ .Character Name. } "My name is Ember."
{ .Gender. } "Tom. Do I look like anything besides that?"
{ .Age. } "I'm 49 moons - fortunately I don't really look that old. Thank heavens."
{ .Clan. } "I have no clan. Always thought it would be good to be surrounded by a big family or such, but my past life has ruined that opportunity for me. My sweet mate was of clan heritage, though, along with our litter."
{ .Rank. } "I'm just an average loner. Be careful around me though; it would be wise not to piss me off."
{ .Desired Rank. } "Like I've said, joining a clan would be nice..." Warrior someday.

{ .Description [ie. fur colour/length, eyes, size, ect]. } Quiet handsome. Ember bears the rugged appearance of your average rough-n'-tough tom. His large, bulky figure makes him a foreboding enemy, and his wide-set shoulders and large paws accentuate his powerful nature in battle. Larger than your average cat, his legs, chest, and shoulders ripple with toned, strong muscles, and his large paws are heavy and strong when he walks- giving him a powerful advantage in fighting, but a setback in hunting and fishing. Regarding his pelt, he looks average. Stemming from his back, down to his underbelly, a sandy-gray shade gives the baseline for his pelt. Mottled gray-brown works its way into the shading of his pelt, and adds the effect of camouflage in thick underbrush to an advantage to him. Dark stripes of agate gray dash in and amongst the streaks, and give him the appearance of a lynx, from a distance. Black stripes stem from the top of his spine, down to his mid-flank region, and then fade into a light, silvery-gray shade. Ember's paws are a moonlight white color, and go from his toe-tips up to his ankles {which on cats are where you suspect their knees should be}, and make him appear to be wearing socks. On Ember's face, an auburn-red shade starts from his nose, and trickles up to around his eyes, and fades into a rowan color on his cheeks. Black mackerel markings accentuate his lynx appearance on his face, and continue up in concentration to his ears, which are almost fully black. Ember's nose is a bright pink like his sister's, and if practically the only resemblance these two cats have. His chin is white, and this fades down to his chest, and provides a break from the thick and heavy mottled gray-brown pattern on his body. Ember's eyes are a deep hazel-brown colour. They're one of his most attractive features. It starts out a bright hazel around the pupils and fades to a darker brown colour towards the outside. Many flecks of gold around the pupils add an extra sparkle to them.
{ .Personality. } This tom can be easily angered if his family is put in any danger. Besides that, he's caring and gentle when it comes to any young cat or kit. He's a very loving soul, though he looks a tough and brave tom from the outside. He hates death; fearing the loss of his kits' lives most of all. The moment he figured out he couldn't stay with Petalthorn was the most heart-breaking moment in his life. He'd lost his own family over the few years in painful ways and all he wanted was to have one of his own. He's a strong-willed tom hat won't ever give up a fight. He can seem proud, but only when challenged. He's a quick-thinker and only does the most sensible things. When he was taunted about his family and how he "deserted'' them, that seemed to trigger the fiery, angry feelings towards everyone he knew at the time. He tends to control his temper better now, and tries his hardest to stay calm in everything.
{ .Kin. } Dark[kit];; unconfirmed whether or not alive;; Son
Lightheart;; alive;; Daughter
Moonshade;; alive;; Daughter
Petalthorn;; deceased ;; Mate
{ .Crush. } "I would never betray the one cat I could ever love. I had a mate." None
{ .Mate. } Petalthorn
{ .Kits. } "Moonkit[shade], Lightkit[heart] and Darkkit are my kits. I am proud to call them mine. I miss them dearly. Hopefully, I may see them again soon."
{ .History. } (OPTIONAL): Ember was an independent, proud tom all his life. He'd heard about "The Clans'' when he was a kit, but never really gave it much thought until he was older. His parents were both rogues, but not considered bad. Just cats who weren't part of any clan, not exactly loners. He was born into a large litter - 5 kits altogether. They had a happy, peaceful family that lived only just outside Stoneclan's territory. It was an old, small clan that had been there long before Ember ever existed. Over the moons, most of his littermates died. He had two sisters and two other brothers. Two were killed by a badger that had somehow sniffed out their small den when their father was out hunting. His mother fought to keep it away, but she was tired from kitting only a moon and a half ago and only saved three out of the five. One sister and one brother were slaughtered by the creature and Ember has always hated badgers because one had stolen his littermates. Another tom died of greencough when they were only 12 moons old, leaving Ember with his remaining sister, Fern.

Their mother died when they were 15 moons, and he missed her dearly. She had been captured by twolegs after successfully protecting her now more mature kits and their father, Shadow, tried desperately to find her the moment she disappeared. He left Ember and Fern alone, trusting since they were old enough that they'd be able to take care of each other. After a week's time, he finally got Ivy out of the twolegplace. But, without them knowing, the twolegs ended up looking for her. The moment she was going to see her kits again, she died from the single shot from a twoleg weapon.

Shadow blamed himself for her death everyday. He became distracted and careless after his mate's death; tending to space out many times during each day he was with Ember and Fern. Ember tried to make sure their father wouldn't get into trouble as much as possible, for he seemed to pick fights with the clan cats patrolling their borders. When a new group of rogues appeared only two moons later, Ember soon figured out that they were unfriendly and determined to try to control as much as possible. They insisted Shadow join their group and drag Ember and Fern with him to hunt for them so they didn't have to do all the work. One tom, who seemed to be second-in-command to the one who always called the shots, always irritated Fern incessantly. Ember didn't like the look he always gave her when she walked past, staring at her and gazing at her from behind in a sort of creepy way. Fern was one of the more attractive she-cats in the group, but she never dreamed of mating with any of the mangy toms who ordered her around all day. Ember made sure to protect Fern since their father had basically been beaten too much after he refused to join and became too weak to do much anymore. Ember brought Shadow prey every day he could, and Fern checked him every once in a while to make sure he wouldn't get sick or more hurt.

One day, after about 5 moons of the group of rogues forcing the two littermates to join, the tom who seemed to stalk Fern all the time took the chance of Ember being away as he hunted and she sat alone and vulnerable to try and seduce her. It didn't work, for she pushed him away almost instantly. That only angered the tom and he tried to force-mate with Fern. After hearing her screaming his name, Ember ran to his sister, attacking at once. The tom was strong, but pretty stupid. Ember was faster and easily beat him. Fern was very different after that. She practically feared every tom that looked at her. The tom that had nearly made her his mate died the next day because Ember had inflicted such deep wounds in his rage at his sister nearly being hurt. The rogues drove them away that day, blaming everything on the two. Ember took Shadow with them, but Shadow was weak and confused. He wandered off after a moon of them being alone again and was hit by a monster. Fern depended on Ember for everything after that, and he turned into a more proud, darker cat, determined to keep the only member of his family now, alive.

But Fern got very sick one day after about three more moons of them finally being free after drinking from a pool that was tainted with twoleg poisons. Ember had no clue there was anything wrong with the water, but he didn't drink anything then. She became very weak after only a day and died after three days of him trying to save her. Ember was no medicine cat and didn't know which herbs to use to help her, so during her last hours, he just lay beside her to keep her company and tried to hold back his tears. She died beside her brother, but with a smile on her face. He blamed himself for her death and always would.

Now he was alone. No one he loved was left alive with him and he wandered the forests aimlessly; suicidal thoughts quickly creeping into his mind. He never received any help from anyone and never asked for any. He decided to exclude himself from socializing with anyone, especially the clancats over the river. But one day, his hunger drove him to the clear waters, searching for water vole or somehow, any sort of fish. But he didn't find prey. Instead, he encountered a lovely, lightly-coloured she-cat. The handsome tom only figured out after that she was a clan cat. Petalthorn practically cast her spell on Ember the moment they set eyes on each other. She had no clue how dumb-founded he was at her beauty. She had been patrolling with a few other cats, and she crept away from them to hunt along the pebbly shore. She noticed him across the river only moments after she was alone and just stared at him.

The next few moons, they met there secretly nearly every night, learning about each other and Ember quickly noticed his problems and fears always melted away when he saw her. Her smile made him melt inside and her voice could always comfort him. It wasn't hard to tell her he was in love with her. Her reaction was a surprise for she loved him too. Petalthorn begged Ember to join Stoneclan so they could live together but Ember knew the group of cats were following him and he didn't want her clan to be troubled with more rogues - bad ones at that. Even so, she still insisted but he tried to convince her it was dangerous. They wouldn't stop meeting, though, and one night they ended up finally becoming mates. Ember woke the next morning in a cave beside her, feeling the happiest he'd felt in a very long time. He only figured out too late that Petalthorn was expecting kits; the Stoneclan cats figuring the father was some lucky tom in the clan.

He convinced her to keep it a secret, who the father was, but the secret finally came out after one cat spotted them meeting one early evening in their usual spot when her belly was quite swollen. The clan rebuked Petalthorn but she never loved Ember any less and he her. When the kits were born, it took her quite a lot of difficulty, but she finally met him again to tell him the news. The clan would not kick her out; for that was against the code to desert a queen and her kits. Only a moon old, it was clear the litter was a healthy, beautiful one. Three kits each named for a specific reason. Darkkit, the only tom and jet black, reminded Petalthorn of how mysterious and dark Ember seemed to be the moment they met. Lightkit, pure white, made her think of the way she felt the moment she fell in love with him - lighthearted and happy. Moonkit, a lovely tabby, extremely dark grey coloured, was named for her ominous appearance, reminding Petalthorn of the night they met - dark, clear-skied and a full moon overhead.

Ember loved the names, thinking they were brilliantly thought out. Petalthorn spoke of them every time they met afterwards, describing them exactly to illustrate his kits to him. Saddened that her mate couldn't see his own litter, Petalthorn made sure to help him sneak through the back of the nursery one night to see them. The moment he laid eyes on them, sleeping in a large nest, he felt like he was falling in love again. Dumbstruck at how beautiful his son and daughters were, he made sure to protect them; though they had no idea who he was. He kept the rogues away from Stoneclan as much as possible. Though the clan itself never trusted Petalthorn again, they did feel a bit bad for her. Her kits were a blessing to the clan, but the rogues wanted them to themselves and plotted to kill Petalthorn if she fought them and steal the kits.

After nearly three moons of his kits living in the nursery, the rogues confronted him and ordered him to steal the female kits away and bring them to the group to raise and train as their own and eventually raise their own kits since the amount of she-cats was low and they had no kits of their own. He refused, of course and tried handling it calmly but then they said they'd kill Petalthorn if he didn't. There were no other kits in the clan at the time so they were fixated on stealing them. Ember wouldn't be able to live with himself if he knew he was responsible for his mate's death so he ran off, looking for her. He discussed the plan one night, and the next he took his two daughters away, saying his last goodbyes to Petalthorn. It was heart wrenching to leave his son and mate but he had to in order to save Moonkit and Lightkit from lives filled with torture. Plus, it had been Petalthorn's wish to do so - she'd rather let them go, knowing they'd live and be safe than let those filthy rogues touch them.

Ember traveled for a long time, guiding the two tired and weak kits along. The rogues eventually caught up him after tracking his scent for two weeks and attacked at once. He got away with a few scratches, leaving one rogue dead and most injured. After only a few more days, they finally reached the edge of Mistclan's territory as they traveled along the lake. Before he was able to take his daughters to their camp, the rogues confronted them once more and this time, fought hard enough for him to be held back easily. They beat the two kits mercilessly and the leader seemed to hurt Moonkit more than Lightkit. As she was knocked unconscious, Ember became very angry. He ran off, yowling loudly for anyone to hear them and gave his last loving words to his kits before leading the rogues away. They took him as a sort of prisoner, not allowing him to go back to his kits; but that had been the plan to drive them away. He knew a patrol had come for them and got away long enough to ask the oldest tom to take care of the two.

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"Eyes"
Kaskade
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- { "You and I
Could paint the sky together
As the world goes by
We’ll go on forever

Look into my eyes
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Look into my eyes
Oh you will know
There is no surprise, eyes
Because love is plain to see
Look into my eyes
Eyes

Truth is truth
And time can never leap it
This I know
We will always keep it

Look into my eyes
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Look into my eyes
Oh you will know
There is no surprise, eyes
Because love is plain to see
Look into my eyes
Eyes" } -

{ .Character Name. } Petalthorn
{ .Gender. } She-cat
{ .Cause of Death. } Crushed by fallen tree
{ .Age at Death. } 40 moons
{ .Starclan/Dark Forest [pick one]. } "I am a Starclan warrior. I watch over my family everyday, wishing I could only be with them though they are all separated."
{ .Clan Heritage/Rogue/Loner [pick one]. } "I was a proud Stoneclan warrior and always will be."
{ .Rank at Time of Death. } "I was a warrior quickly switched from queen before I... well, died."

{ .Description [ie. fur colour/length, eyes, size, ect]. } Lithe and agile, this she-cat's body is made for running. She has a thin body hidden beneath her beautiful, soft fur that makes her fast and light on her feet. Also, Petalthorn has minimal scars- a slash on the nose is the only mark she bears. However, the price she pays for her being skinny is the fact she isn't strong. Besides that, she is still relatively muscular like most other she-cats in Stoneclan. Petalthorn has a lovely, lightly coloured pelt. She is a soft, dove grey tabby with darker stripes only a few shades darker than the base coat. In the sunlight, she looks almost cream because the fur closest to her skin is that colour. But when she's standing normally, it returns to it's regular dove-grey tabby colour. The grey hints on her body were passed down to Moonkit, but for some reason, she's much darker than her mother. No single cat can deny she holds the key to beauty in her paws. She is the perfect size, the perfect shape, the perfect completion. Everything about her appearance screams beauty, and its no surprise so many toms grew crushes on her. Petalthorn's eyes are pools of a ceaseless ocean blue. Pure, metallic blue, the color of the shallow, teal blue waters at some angles. It gives the color of her eyes the most dashing thought, allowing anyone to look at her eyes to be stuck in the swirling of the colors. Too dark to be blue-green exactly, the complete difference of the flat teal. They're very deep and relatively dark of a teal, if anything. Yet, looking at this she-cat’s eyes, it is almost memorizing. Sun crisped colors entwined together to make the orbs of this cat. They seem to fit her coloring of her body with the perfection of Starclan. Illusion play a major part in this cat’s pelt and eye color. Whether one truly looks at this she-cat or just glances, no one can miss how she is a pretty she-cat. She shines in a different way, she never taunts her beauty, just allows herself to sink in shyness and hide away from the ‘awes’ of herself.
{ .Personality. } Petalthorn tends to be on the quiet side, mainly because she was is a little shy. She strays away from other cats, yet she knows that she belongs in the Clan. She will one moment be basking in the sun outside the nursery, other times hiding the warriors den. She always does as asked, but will usually ask the queens if they need anything: moss, fresh-kill, cotton, anything; she will do it. Petalthorn liked to watch the kits play and always had. Even before she met Ember, she'd always dreamed of wanting a family of her own. She grew up lonely, being the other kit in a litter of two with busy parents who tried to have fun with her but just couldn't. Her brother, Thistlefur, never really cared for anyone else but himself and continued on in ambition to become deputy when her kits were born. After she had first met her love, Ember, she seemed to change noticeably in the clan. She became happier and lighter. She seemed to want to help out more but also seemed to space out frequently when she felt lonely. She had always been a strong she-cat and passed that onto all her kits; never giving up in anything. She was loving and always showed how caring she was to those who needed to hear someone was there for them.
{ .Kin - Alive & Deceased. } Dark[kit];; unconfirmed whether or not alive;; Son
Lightheart;; alive;; Daughter
Moonshade;; alive;; Daughter
Ember;; alive ;; Mate
{ .Crush. } "Ha. Don't be foolish. It's too late for that now. And plus, after my mate couldn't be with me for my own protection along with our kits, I promised I'd never take on another mate."
{ .Mate. } "My heart will always belong to my brave Ember."
{ .Kits. } "My lovely kits are Moonkit[shade], Lightkit[heart] and Darkkit. I miss them dearly and want only to have them all back."
{ .History. } (OPTIONAL): Everything in Petalthorn's history is exactly the same as Ember's. Only a couple moons after Darkpelt had become a warrior, Petalthorn still felt awful about losing her daughters. If Ember hadn't taken them away, they would've been either enslaved by the rogues or killed if they caused any trouble. Being a more wiser she-cat and her love for her kits being extremely strong, she decided that letting them be taken away from her in order to save their lives then let them die was the better choice; no matter how painful it was. The night Ember took them away was the last time she ever saw her beloved mate. Sometimes feeling it was a mistake to meet him and not chase him away the day they bumped into each other hurt her a lot. Other times she knew it was a good thing they met; she had been lonely all her life and he blessed her with three wonderful kits. Though she only had one with her, one son was enough to keep her happy.

Petalthorn didn't know if Ember, Moonkit and Lightkit were even alive after Darkkit became an apprentice and could tell it bothered him a lot when some cats taunted his mother with insults about mating with a rogue. But Darkpelt didn't know what happened the night his sisters disappeared. All he knew was his mother was an emotional wreck for the next couple of moons after their disappearance. She decided not to tell him, for he would only hate his father though what he did was an attempt to save his littermates.

At one point, it was very stormy in and around the Stoneclan lands and the winds were extremely powerful. It was unsafe for any cat to step outside camp. The rains were heavy and continuous for an entire two weeks and quickly flooded the river and streams. One night during a fierce storm, Petalthorn had horrible nightmares as she slept - images of Moonkit and Lightkit dieing alone in a dark forest clearing. She heard Ember's weak voice calling out to her in the dream and driven by madness, she wandered, nearly half-asleep and filled with grief, into the forest in the middle of the night. Darkpelt heard her calling her mate's name and ran after her, trying to calm her down. He attempted to gently push his mother away and back to camp, but she stumbled as she slipped on mud and he stood, soaking in the rain, trying to help. Petalthorn heard the crackling and snapping of a falling tree over his yelling in the storm and only knew it was too loud to be any farther than right beside them.

In her last attempt to save her remaining kit - again - she pushed him out of the way and the tree fell; crushing her body. She died in only a few moments, with a horror-stricken Darkpelt standing by her face, tears streaming down his black face, but forced herself to bring up the words "I love you" to her sweet son. She died happy he was alive and safe, and ready to watch over her family from Starclan.

(( HHHHHAAAAAA
Finally done all my babies! These all took me forever xD What do you guys think?? Im in love with the pictures I used ))

[lunar-lynx]

{{Started on a Dark Forest cat as well. Sunflower, Minnow's mother. I'll be working on both her form & Lionclaw's throughout the day. I'll make a post after I get something to eat and find my laptop charger cuz it's dying}}

[darĸнowl]

(( sure thing, Wolves ))

[lunar-lynx]

{{I feel really bad.. I said I was going to reply and I never did :/ My computer died and I couldn't find the cord and I gave up looking for it and then I passed out & blehh.. Sorry.. I'm working on a reply right now}}

[darĸнowl]

(( haha that's fine. I went to see Brave after tennis and then got crepes with my sister so I poofed too xD ))