ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｍｉｓｔ・ a warrior cat roleplay

[ThunderStarStorm]

Coalkit

As though he sensed Willowstar's annoyance, Coalkit's eyes flicked to the side in a silent warning for Goldkit - though he knew his younger sister would ignore it - and his tail tapped her on the shoulder. "Goldie...," he murmered, seeing that Willowstar was trying to talk to another clancat and couldn't possibly rank talking to two kits more important than disscussing something with her warriors.

Goldkit

As "But if it clears, me and Coal get mentors, right?" Goldkit asked, worry knitting her brow together as she tried to get Willowstar's attention back on the more pressing moment on hand. At least, to her it was the most pressing situation - Goldkit was absoluetly desperate to become a 'paw.

[Paintedbythewind]

＂ＬＩＴＴＬＥＳＰＯＴ＂

❝Ｔｈｅ ａｒｒｏｇａｎｔ ａｎｄ ｓｎａｐｐｙ ｏｎｅ， ❞

Ｎａｍｅ；
Littelspot; Littlespot's
prefix, "Little", comes from his small size.

The prefix "spot" was given for the spot of white
on his black tail tip.

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；
Male; Littlespot
is quite sure he's a male, and he intends
to stay that way.

Ａｇｅ；
27 moons; He's not too old, and not too young,
although he often acts like he's a
senior warrior, annoying many others greatly.

Ｒａｎｋ；
Warrior; Littlespot
had wanted to be a warrior from a very young
age, and now he's achieved his goal. Although
proud and boastful, he does not wish
to be the deputy, happy where he is at the moment.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ；
Boastful and Proud;
Boastful and proud right from the start, Littlekit would boss
his littermates around, always telling them what to do,
never listening to queries and always priding himself on the
games he would invent to play. He would tell anyone in the
clan with no shame about what naughty things he was up to,
and even smiled in contempt at his leader! The
ever naughty kitten finally grew to become six moons old.
As an apprentice, Littlepaw never ceased to comment
on the other apprentices behaviour, abilities and the very way
they slept in the den. He was rude to many, although charming
at the same time. Often trying to insult, he would instead be
seen as witty and smart and had many followers, and
he failed to see why so many tottered along behind him
even after he called them fox-brains. Very awkward during
these moons, Littlepaw became more sensitive, even if some spite
stayed with him. He relaxed more around other cats and felt
more at home. So you can imagine the smugness expressed when
he became a fully fledged warrior, at the age of 13 moons.
Littlespot is a spiteful, snappy warrior with a lot to say about everyone.
More an elder despite his age, he tends to boss around apprentices,
and hopes one day to have his own. Happy where he is, he's an arrogant
but loyal warrior.

Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ；
Littlespot is a dark grey tabby with
coal black stripes. He has a white underbelly, paws and a
strange white splash on his black tail tip. He has mismatched eyes;
one is a bright amber and the other is a deep, cool
blue colour. While others would usually be teased with such
a rare eye colour, no one DARES tease Littlespot, and so
he simply gets awkward glances from fellow clan mates. He
has a very small build, a few female warriors stand above him,
but for his small frame he has extremely long hind legs- at least three
kittensteps above his shoulders, they make him look like a rabbit
with a really long tail. He has strange, long whiskers.

Ｃｒｕｓｈ；
None

Ｍａｔｅ；
None
Ｋｉｎ；
Whitestripe; Mother ; Deceased
Stormclaw; Father ; Deceased
Blacklight; Brother ; Deceased
Ｏｔｈｅｒ；
None
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＂ＲＡＶＥＮＰＡＷ＂

❝Ｔｈｅ ｊｕｍｐｙ ｏｎｅ, ❞

Ｎａｍｅ；
Ravenpaw;
Raven's prefix, surprisingly, does not come
from her coat, which is calico.

Her suffix will be "pool" for an unknown reason.

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；
Female;
By her small frame, sweet voice
and lack of the need to be crazy,
It's obvious Ravenpaw's a girl.

Ａｇｅ；
9 moons; A very
young apprentice, just learning the world.

Ｒａｎｋ；
Apprentice; Ravenpaw is
a warrior's apprentice, and that's how she wants to stay.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ；
Ravenpaw is a severely complex
little calico cat. On the outside, she is a sweet, shy she-cat
who struggles to be social. She never tends to speak up
and will let anything go by, so long as she is unnoticed. Many
believe that she was born like this; and she was, but not to this extremity.
Shy and skitterish from the start, she became even more
untrusting when her father, Firewind, tried to kill her. He was a
power thirsty tom-cat, and she opposed him despite her awkward
shyness; refused to let him come to power. So one day in the woods, they
fought. Seeming to smell the blood, a large fox came through the
bracken as they tumbled, and killed Firewind. Sadly, it also
took off Ravenpaw's tail, and left her with poor balance
and a severe lack of trust with anyone, really. She also has a strong
distaste for foxes; despite her shyness, a fox comes about and she'll have
to wash her mouth for weeks with the filthy words she uses to describe them.
In times of danger and weakness, her inferiority complex is completely
forgotten, and she's all-paws-on-deck and working like crazy to get
the jobs done. She has a soft spot for elders and kits, and she loves
going to the elders to hear any stories she can, loving their wisdom.

Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ；
Ravenpaw is a skinny, lean
she-cat. She is a calico; white with bright ginger and
black patches and deep, ice blue eyes. Her lean, small frame
aids her during hunting, her legs supporting her;
her lack of balance lost during the hunt. Ravenpaw has a bobbed
tail, not from any human cruelty, but by a fox attack. This
gives her poor balance. She has large ears and a neat,
angular face that makes the rest of her seem less awkward.
Her long whiskers are a big help during battle, letting
her feel her surroundings. She has short, velvety fur
that is always cleanly.

Ｃｒｕｓｈ；
None

Ｍａｔｅ；
None
Ｋｉｎ；
Runningmist; Mother ; Deceased
Firewind; Father ; Deceased
Rosekit; Brother ; Deceased
Ｏｔｈｅｒ；
None

[Paintedbythewind]

Ｌ ｉ ｔ ｔ ｌ ｅ ｓ ｐ ｏ ｔ

m o o d ; Lazy | a p p r e n t i c e ; None | s t a t u s ;Hunting | c r u s h ;None

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＂Ｉ＇ｍ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ｔｈａｎ ｔｈｅ ｂｅｓｔ，＂

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The cold, hard wind blew through the forests, ruffling the bracken and disturbing and tossing leaves like an excited kit with a newfound toy to play with. It raced through the canopy and brought down mountains of leaves off of the tall pines. The large trees gave off an exotic, relaxing scent that was often carried by the strong wind into the camp. During such a season as this, the cats of Mistclan were not the only ones hiding from the bitter weather. The prey quite obviously had some sense knocked into them by a large breath of wind and leaves and most had hidden in their dens. Although, there were some silly squirrels and mice about that figured this weather could do them no worse, and one of these creatures with thistle-down for brains was a fat rodent that sat amidst a large pile of bracken, happily gnawing away at something or other.

Allowing the consistent sound of the wind and the soft, sweet smell of the pine, the petite grey tabby carried himself noiselessly across the forest's floor, the wind blowing through his fur and tangling his whiskers. His mismatching eyes darting around, always on the alert for anything unusual, he stalked the fat mouse, whiskers quivering and mouth watering. The small silver, black and white feline blended beautifully with the frost - he was born for this weather. One would not think so, because he was small and short furred, but Littlespot of Mistclan was made for this very weather. Stalking forward, he bunched his haunches. his hind legs were at least a few kittensteps above his shoulders, and this made him a fantastic runner and hunter. Easily snapping up his prey, he returned to camp, his prize in his jaws. He stalked proudly in to camp.

Ｒ ａ ｖ ｅ ｎ ｐ ａ ｗ

m o o d ; Lonely, but happy | m e n t o r ; None | s t a t u s ;Bored | c r u s h ;None

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＂Ｓｏｍｅｔｉｍｅｓ Ｉ ｊｕｓｔ ｆｅｅｌ ｓｏ ａｌｏｎｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｏｒｌｄ，＂

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~ WIP ~

[meijhana]

Sandstripe and Foxtail
Sandstripe got to his feet when Darkeye asked him to accompany he and Foxtail on patrol. "Of course, Darkeye," he said\, glancing over to see if Foxtail had also heard the request. He shook his shoulders slightly, trying to get rid of the last traces of fatigue that still clung to his muscles. He was looking forward to the patrol, because it seemed as if he hadn't been on one in ages. "Where do you think we'll head off to?" he asked as he approached the deputy.
Foxtail hauled himself to a standing position, his massive frame seeming even larger as it loomed out from the mist. He was not the most graceful of cats, but if he was going to get in a fight, he could almost guarantee that he would come out on top. He had always been enormous, even since kithood, and that had never changed. Even now he dwarfed many of the other clan cats even though he was young for a warrior. "Alright then, Darkeye," he grumbled.

Viperpaw
Viperpaw had just been about to head back into the apprentice's den to make up for the sleep she'd deprived herself of earlier when she heard Willowstar mention her name. She had not been called, per se, but she felt like now that she was known to be awake, the leader would not appreciate her slinking off to sleep. Instead, she bounded over to where Willowstar sat with Emberpaw, ears forward as she looked up at the she-cat. "What are we doing? Hunting?" she asked.

[ThunderStarStorm]

D a r k e y e and S u n s t o r m


"Good," Darkeye said with a nod towards Sandstripe and Foxtail, before heading for the camp's entrance, paws soft against the still relatively hard and still fairly snow-cold ground. "Dawn patrol can start on the west mountainside, and the hunting patrol can take the east. We can met up, and switch cats, unless we run into any trouble." At this, the deputy snorted in light amusment, as though he couldn't believe any cat would be stupid enough to go near clan cat territory, and as the black-furred cat saw Sunstorm come up beside him, he inclined his head towards Sandstripe. "Sandstripe, and Sunstorm, you can be hunting patrol. Foxtail, you're with me. Do you know anyone else who's awake yet, to come with us?"

[M e e r k a t]

s ɳ o ω

Snow was lost. Plain and simple. She had never been this far away from her usual hunting grounds, and the strong scent markers of the clan cats allowed her no sense of smell. She had more then once found a nice plump mouse or sparrow, but she realized it might be a horrible mistake to hunt on another cats territory. So Snow had settled for just walking until she either found a landmark she knew, or found another cat to give her directions. The second option frightened her slightly. Firstly, Snow hated depending on other cats for anything. And secondly, she really was not in the mood to come face-to-face with a group of clan cats. Yes, she could hunt and fight with natural talent, but being outnumbered is never a good way to win a fight.

[meijhana]

Sandstripe and Foxtail
Sandstripe nodded curtly. It had been a while since he had been over to the east side of the mountain. Sanstripe smirked at Darkeye's humor, thinking the same thing: that any cat stupid enough to stray onto Mistclan's territory deserved to their ears clawed. "I didn't see anyone else up, unfortunately," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "As far as I know this is all of us. Which doesn't exactly bode well for the clan," he finished, just realizing how small their clan was. It was not like they were defenseless, just that he knew there was strength in numbers, and as of right now their numbers were low.
"Sure, no prob," Foxtail mumbled, rolling his shoulders. He was not particularly good at hunting, but he was always eager to improve. Foxtail was definitely one of the more ambitious younger warriors, and would do practically anything to heighten his chances of being made leader some day. True, if he ever were to become leader or even deputy, those days would be many seasons away, but that had never stopped visions of grandeur from garnishing his thoughts practically every minute of every day.

[Puddles.]

Name:ThrushLeap
Gender:Tom
Age:...
Personality:Closed and quiet. Many cats whisper rumors on how he himself killed his family which is not true.
Quick Description: Sandy grey tom with a white flash on his chest and faded emerald eyes. He has a long scar starting on one end of his face and going all the way down to the other side, It crosses over his right eye.
History:ThrushLeap was born exactly one moon before WillowStar. His parents had been targetted by FalconStar many moons ago, when they stood up to him. FalconStar hadn't dared to touch them yet, he wanted them to suffer. When he was just made an apprentice, FalconStar took his two other siblings and parents into the forest with a couple of warriors. FalconStar had forgotten about ThrushLeap, but ThrushLeap still followed. In the heart of the territory, FalconStar attacked his kin killing them. ThrushPelt tried to save his family but failed. FalconStar gave him his scar along with his horrible history. When they returned, FalconStar was still furious at ThrushPelt. He told the clan how he had found him with his family lying around dead. He kept him in the clan, to make him suffer. That is why cats whisper rumors about him.
Mate:
Crush:
Kits:
Other:

Name:SpookPaw
Gender:Tom
Age:...
Personality: Hurmorous and out going.
Quick Description:A completely white tom with a black tail and one amber eye the other green.
History:There's not much to tell. SpookPaw was the runt, but the only survivor.
Mate:
Crush:
Kits:
Other:

[ThunderStarStorm]

D a r k e y e and S u n s t o r m


The eyes he was named after narrowed and half-glared at the sun as it began to burn off the mist, and half-calculating as he tried to figure out what to do about this new probelm. Turning on his paws, the tom cat headed for the entrance, flicking his tail for Foxtail to follow him, "Let's go, then." He said authoritevely, giving Sunstorm a light smile and twitch of his nose as she bounded ahead of him, shouting -ordering- Sandstripe as she did so, "Hurry up mouse-for-brains, let's go."

{Puddlesribom, did you PM Mimi with your form? That's what you're meant to do.}

[Toxi+Bbun]

{Emberpaw}
[Roleplayed By: Toxi]

form❖ click
looks❖ click
rank❖ apprentice
mentor❖ --
with❖ willowstar, viperpaw
location❖ camp

Emberpaw grinned at the thought of going hunting. "That sounds good." He agreed, trying not to let too much of his excitement show. Viperpaw appeared next to him. The apprentice gave her a look before greeting her. "Yes. Willowstar, you, and I." Emberpaw said, swishing his tail on the ground.

Emberpaw was a bit ticked that Viper' had woke him up during the night. Whatever she was doing was not his business, but he couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. Perhaps he would ask her later.

Glancing at the woods with anticipation, Emberpaw hoped they would be able to catch a good amount of prey this morning.